Take you to their camp

One of the centaurs enter the tent, stepping over two dead goblins. Without any consideration, he grasps Calyra by her legs and unceremoniously pulls her into the center of the camp. The one who so casually picked you up puts you down next to her.

Calyra is a mess. Her dress is ripped apart, her big breasts hanging out. They have clear red marks, and you guess the goblins were pretty rough with them. Further down, she desperately tries to shield her pussy from view. Goblin semen is dripping down her legs. You offer her a sympathetic look and try to tell her that you wanted to help but never got the chance. Before the conversation gets going the centaurs stop you.

“Quiet! You are treespassers in our forest. We will decide what to do with you.”

You beg them. Calyra is hurt, she needs help. You will get her on you broom and fly away. Noone will ever need to know that the centaurs were even here. But the centaurs don’t listen, and before long they pick you up and move through the forest. You don’t ride them, they carry you in their arms.

You manage to hold on to your wand, but every step carry you further away from the goblin camp and your brooms.

After half an hour or so, you arrive at the centaur’s camp. It is well hidden and almost blends perfectly with the forest. There’s some well-camouflaged large huts, but your eyes are immediately drawn to some strange contraption in the center. It‘s a variant of a pillory, like the ones you’ve read about in literature about medieval times. Prisoners would be put in these for public humiliation in the middle of the courtyard or town square. However, this one is built differently. Any prisoner in this would have the ass pointing upwards, and their arms tied close to the ground. Furthermore, the height is so that a horse would walk over the tied prisoner. Looking around, you correct yourself. Not a horse, a centaur.

The danger of the situation is suddenly very clear. Nobody knows where you are, except for the 6 centaurs you see around you. You are not tied, but Calyra doesn’t have her wand, and there’s no way you could handle 6 centaurs if things turned desperate.

One of the centaurs approach you. He has a large, grey beard, but is as muscular and strong as the others. You are put on the ground, and the older centaur, obviously leader of this party, looks at you. You silently pray that these centaurs are friendly.