Accept your place as a sex

You want to refuse such a degrading position, but you know that if you don't it will be **** on you, possibly using magic to **** your will if necessary. You also are in no place to attempt an escape from here, even if you tried to use your magic along the way. Maybe if you gained the chief's trust, you could use your spells to convince him to let you go. You have no other choice but to accept subservience for now. You nod your head slowly at the chief, but that response doesn't seem good enough for him.

"Say it," he beckons to you.

"I accept," You meekly respond.

"You accept what?" He gets slightly agitated at your lack of enthusiasm.

"I, Rosa, accept the position of your sex ****." You prostrate yourself to him, face all the way to the ground in submission. When you lift your head, the chief immediately pulls your head in for a deep, sloppy kiss. His goblin tongue is thinner and longer than a human's, and it easily invades your mouth, exploring it and dancing with your tongue for at least half a minute before receding.

When he pulls away, he responds, "I, Chief Kos, am now your Master. You will serve my cock whenever and wherever I deem fit, and you cannot refuse me." He tugs on your chain lightly, prompting you to get up from the floor and onto your knees. "Now, to claim my property," he whispers to you with a sly smile.