You're too late

You're just about to get up and make a run for it when you hear a group of goblins arrive behind you. They are all very excited as they surround you, as if they already expected you to have escaped. Many of them begin dancing and cheering. "Yes! We captured the ****!" "Kos will reward us!" "No escape for slaves!" "Chief will fuck you now!" These and many more exclamations only drive home the fact that you've just made your situation much worse by defying the chief. Some of the guards even throw their loincloths off and wave their dicks at you, taunting you for the act which got you recaptured in the first place. The goblin you just serviced is now gloating as well, claiming that it was his plan all along to stall you and let them capture you.

You look all around you, trying to find an opening in all the cheering and commotion to slip away. Before you can find one, however, the guards one by one calm down and make a space in their circle around you. Into that space steps the chief, his face absolutely fuming at you. You cower slightly, wary of what he might do to you now. He steps up to you in as big and tall of a stance that a goblin can muster, thrusting his hips forward to present his goblin cock directly in front of your face. You do your best not to stare at it and fixate on his face while he addresses you.

"You are **** to this cock. Even if you don't like it, you are **** to this cock. You will not disobey. Bad slaves need to be punished."