Stand up for Zakrog

The matronly brunette continues to tease you with unkind words. She finally is satisfied that you are brow beaten and she turns her back on you, calling out to the other members of the harem who have gathered around, "Let her be an example of what we must not become. Debased by the goblins, willing slaves to them. We must fight."

She continues her speech, but as he does you feel anger growing within you. Of all the masters who might have bought you from the harpies what master would have treated you so well? To the orcs you would have been scarcely more than a hole to be used, the minotaurs are dangerous with their lust, and the elf, they are known throughout the land as the cruelest masters of all. You climb to your feet, terribly sore and unsteady, but defiant.

"I'll not be called a whore by the likes of you," you shout, interrupting the woman's monologue. "My people were slaughtered by the dark lord and I traveled a great distance only to be sold into slavery, but at least I am unbroken. Look at you, relying on a farm girl to rescue you from the goblins. Zakrog is better than all of you. The guards outside the tent, better. I'll gladly take their company over yours."

You spit at the woman's feet. She howls with fury and attacks you, scratching your breast with her fingernails. You kicking her side and the two of you fall to the floor, wrestling, scrtaching, kicking, and biting. She is a dirty fighter, scratching at your eyes so hard she opens a dripping wound in your eyebrow. The harem girls surround you, most of them cheering "Marissa! Marissa! Marissa!"

The woman is heavier than you and not exhausted like you are. She gets you onto your back, sitting her plump bottom heavily on your breasts. She grabs your throat with one hand and rests her weight against your windpipe. You can't breathe! You flail and kick, but it's no use. She's going to kill you.

Just as your vision begins to go gray green hands grab Marissa by her hair and yank her up. The harem girls flee back to the pillows as two goblin guards manhandle Marissa out of the tent. A third goblin, muscular, larger, and almost handsome for a goblin, helps you to your feet. He looks familiar and you realize he is one of Zakrog's guards.

"I hear what you say," he says. "Zakrog can be cruel, but your words are true. I am Glaw, commander of the guard. I promise no more harm will come to you."

He looks at your naked body and you can see a twinkle in his eye. He passes you a silk robe.

"It is a gift, from the king's wardrobe. It will heal your injuries if you wear it overnight."

Glaw takes you to an isolated corner of the tent and instructs one of the guards to protect you throughout the night. The skinny goblin salutes and takes up a position, spear on shoulder, near the pillows where you will sleep. Glaw wishes you goodnight and departs. You sink onto the soft cushions and fall asleep quickly.

You're not sure how long you have been asleep, but it is very dark and quiet in the tent. You feel something on the curve of your ass and realize that in your sleep the position of your legs has shifted the robe away revealing one firm cheek to the moonlight. You open your eye a crack and look down, seeing the scrawny goblin assigned to protect you softly stroking your ass. You feel excited by its touch, its fingers traveling up to the summit of your firm cheek and giving you a squeeze.

You feel inclined to remain "asleep" and see what this goblin will do. If those other girls are still set on hurting or killing you, perhaps it would be better if the guard wasn't distracted and you woke up and dealt with him quickly. At the same time, this lowly guard is not your master, nor did you give him permission to touch you. Reacting with anger might preserve your sudden esteem among the goblins and let this warrior know he is beneath you.