She follows them

Eilwy's eyes narrowed. The mushroom was rare, and used only in little known dark magic. There was no way a mere goblin would know what it was. Might they have picked it by coincidence....? Possible, but unlikely.

No, Eilwy thought. There was something strange going on here. The goblins were collecting ingredients for someone else. But who?

She resolved to follow the goblins to find out. She cast a quick spell to allow her to move silently on the forest floor and set off after them, stepping lightly on twigs that no longer broke under her feet.

The goblins were easy to follow. They made a lot of noise crashing through the forest, and they were complaining and arguing in loud voices.

"She's bloody heavy! This is killing me!"

"Just drag her then."

"Can't we at least take her armour off? It weighs like an anchor!"

Their captive struggled as she was carried, but she was well trussed up in the goblin's ropes and quite unable to move. She was attractive, Eilwy noted - she had a smooth face and was quite obviously well-bred. And that armour! It was exquisite - the metal was cast with detailed patterns and fitted her torso perfectly. The goblins' captive was clearly quite a formidable lady in normal circumstances, Eilwy thought, finding herself even more amused by the knight's current predicament. It might be fun to watch what happens to her, she thought mischievously.

Eventually the goblins stopped for a break. The afternoon sun was still hot, and they swigged from water bottles and snacked on unidentifiable meat. Eventually, their eyes turned back to their captive. Laughing, one of the goblins teased her, pouring a little water over her face.

"I say we fuck her now," one leered.

The goblin that had poured water on the knight's face had a sharper nose than the others and carried two curved daggers. He settled down next to the knight and placed his hand on her ass, squeezing and kneading it through her tight black leggings and enjoying her gagged protests.

"I agree," the sharp nosed goblin said. "Let's see how many of us she can take before she's begging for mercy! Do you reckon she can take more than that ranger we found on the Western Road?"

There was a burst of merriment as the goblins remembered. The inexperienced ranger had been a very pleasurable fuck indeed, and had kept the goblins entertained for days.

"She learned a lesson alright," the goblin leader grinned. "I don't reckon she'd had much experience before, but she was a quick learner eh lads?" He turned to the captive. "What do you reckon, knight? Are you ready for a fucking?"

The captive knight shook her head furiously, complaining into the gag. The goblins laughed. Quite a few of them had bulges in the front of their loin clothes now. Eilwy, still hidden in the forest and seeing no reason to intervene, settled back to watch.

"I dunno," said a thin goblin cautiously. "He might not like it of we take her back soiled."

The goblin leader paused. It might be true, he thought. But then again, all he had asked for was the ingredients. The plucky knight was a lucky extra. Perhaps he wouldn't mind if the goblins had some fun, as long as he got the damned mushrooms.