The goblins' surprise (but not really a surprise when you think about it)

You step up to the edge of the roof, stretching your wings as wide as they can go to make sure they still go as far as they should, just over six feet in either direction. You doubt you can get everyone to stop with just your presence, but drawing eyes to you is sure to distract some from the fight. You scan the crowd for Eve and Borak, but can't spot either of them. The mob has thinned, with the ogre doing its work to cut down the opposing orcs, and most of the goblins being either knocked out cold or outright crushed. With a bit more healing, you completely fix the damage in your wings. It's not much, but being able to fly is probably your biggest advantage against these guys. You also heal the two hobgoblins enough that they (should be) are still among the living when you check on them later.

You drop down, stumbling a bit as you land behind the ogre. Entering the open entrance of the building, you quickly hear the frantic sound of sobbing, along with some goblinoid shouting. You delve into what seems to be similar to a barn back on Earth, toward the sobbing and screaming in the back corner. The stall door is open, and as you round the corner, you see Borak taking a swipe at Eve, who's standing between him and... You blush. Strapped into some kind of milking stockade, a brunette woman is facing away from you, stark naked, is shaking, with white fluid slowly dripping from between her legs.

"Chief! He's trying to **** her!" Eve glances to you before dodging another swipe from Borak.

With one swift motion, you pull the armored goblin away from the stall. He looks to you with betrayal, then anger in his eyes. "Thanks for keeping him back, Eve." You quickly polymorph into your human form, trying to make sure the prisoner doesn't freak out from seeing you. You step around the more friendly goblin, walking around to the front of the woman. "Hey, hey. Look at me." You kneel down in front of her and quickly spot her pointed ears. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay? But I'm gonna need you to trust me."

She struggles to look at you, tears in her eyes. "P-please, d-don't leave me here..."

You vaguely remember that at least some goblins are able to give PTSD to their victims. She must have it hard... You begin the process of unshackling her. "Eve, finish off the rest of the fight, if you can. Take Borak with you." You stare at the armored goblin as you say that, ensuring that when she translates, Borak knows not to go against you. The two leave you be as you turn your attention back to the woman before you. "I'm Dusk. What's your name?"

"Kr-Kristh-thyra..." She sobs. "P-please..."

"Kristhyra? Alright, where are you from?" You lift the top of the stockade, letting it hang on its hinge to the side. I'm lucky these are made to be used by goblins.

"Tr-Tresduin..." She doesn't even seem able to move on her own, so you lift her off of the stocks, detaching milk pumps from her meager breasts. You hadn't checked if you had an erection before, but you struggle to retain your composure as this mentally scarred woman basically falls into your arms.

Please don't be like with Camilla. "Tresduin, alright." I have no idea where that is... "What about your parents? Are they in Tresduin? What do they do?" You glance around the room, not finding anything she can cover herself with.

"Y-yes. Th-they work a-at the lumbermill." You stand, but feel a slight tugging on your shirt. "P-please don't l-leave me..."

Reflexively, you pat her head. "Don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here." You're tempted to take off your own shirt to cover her, but you don't think it would fit, and begin wondering where they had put her stuff. She's completely naked, after all. They have to have put her clothing and other stuff somewhere. You struggle to lift her up, missing your boost from Pure Land back in Riverbend. You wrap her arm around your shoulder and walk her to the stall door. Taking a peak into the rest of the barn, you don't spot any troublesome goblins, other than the ogre fighting up front. "Alright, the coast is clear. Let's find your gear." You slowly make your way through each of the stalls, finding more stockades and milk pumps. Eventually, you find the need to check the lofts, but you don't think the clingy Kristhyra will let you climb the ladder without her. You take a deep breath as she whimpers. "Kristhyra, I'm gonna need you to close your eyes for a bit, okay?"

She doesn't even respond, closing her eyes as she manages the strength to pull herself close to you, her face buried in your chest. Double-checking that her eyes are closed, you revert your polymorph, flapping your wings to reach the loft. You renew your search, now quickly finding some humanoid equipment. Much of it looks to be taken apart at a cursory glance, but you do spot a probably-too-large shirt that hasn't been torn to scraps. Polymorphing back into your human form, you walk Kristhyra over to the equipment. You're about to pull the shirt over her, when you notice lots of scars on her stomach. You briefly run your hand over them and she winces. Shouldn't ask about that... After a moment, you struggle a bit to get her arms through the sleeves with her resistance of letting go of you, but finish up pulling the shirt over her. Among the remaining items, you find a rod with a blue orb on the end of it, some broken chainmail, and some other clothes. You take a pair of torn pants and do your best to help the terrified young woman put them on.

"Chief!" You hear a voice from below. You hadn't realized it before now, but the sounds of fighting had stopped.

You pull Kristhyra's head to your chest again before looking over the edge. "Up here, Eve. Sound's like you took care of everything?"

She looks up to you from the stall you had found the elf in. "Everyone's either dead, knocked out, or running away. Borak and I spared as many as we could."

You glance to the woman in your arms, sighing. "Alright. Be honest with me, do you think you can take care of things around here while I get her back to Riverbend?"

She seems to pause for a moment. "I'm not sure, but I'll do my best. If that hobgoblin is still around, I might have some trouble..."

"You'll be fine. She and another hobgoblin are on the roof. If they wake up, just tell them I'll kill them if they give you any trouble." You turn your head to whisper in Kristhyra's ear. "I'm gonna get you back to town, okay? Until then, you're gonna have to trust me." Pulling her close, you once more return to your true form, quickly dropping down next to Eve. "I'm gonna take her back, and I'll be back here as soon as I can. I may need some help spotting the place, though."

Eve nods. "I'll try to think of something."

"Alright. Worse comes to worst, take what you can and get out of here. If you've got Borak with you at that point, head back to the village. If not, get back to town." You pat her head. "I'll see you soon."

"See you soon, Chief..." She gulps.

The flight is unexpectedly quiet, and you think Kristhyra might have actually fallen asleep in your arms. It takes some effort to get back to town, but you end up feeling a vague 'rightness' about a certain direction in the southeast, and follow that. It turns out that feeling was good enough, as you spot the somewhat-towering church before long. You land behind the church and switch to carrying the elf bridal-style. Taking her around front and inside, you trot to Gilford. "Gilford, this is Kristhyra. I found her at a goblin camp. She...uh... I think she had it pretty rough."

The priest takes a look at her, specifically at her face, before his eyes go wide. "She... Follow me." He leads you to one of the side rooms, where there seem to be sleeping quarters. As you lay her down onto the makeshift bed, he continues talking to you. "Was she the only one you found? She should have had a party with her."

"I didn't find them, but there was some gear and clothing that the goblins hadn't used. Did you know them or something?"

He sighs, inspecting the sleeping woman. "She came through town a few weeks ago with a party. They had ventured to this region to help with the growing threat of monsters, but...clearly it was too much for them." His hands glow as he holds them close to Kristhyra. "She doesn't have much in terms of injuries, but...prisoners of goblins rarely come back with physical harm." He lifts her oversized shirt, revealing her stomach, along with several scars you hadn't noticed before. "Ah... She decided to have one last laugh, huh?" He turns to you. "In many cases, a monster's prisoners are used as breeding slaves. While she couldn't prevent their actions, she could stop the outcome."

You let the words settle in. "She...can't have kids?"

He solemnly nods. "Likely by her own design, or maybe one of her fallen allies tried to spare her the trauma of giving birth to goblins. At this point, it would take at least an archimandrite to be able to heal that, especially since the scarring has finished."

Silence fills the room. "I...I'm gonna head on back. I need to have a talk with those goblins. Take care of her for me." You walk off, not waiting for a response. This...this is what this world is. This is what they wanted me to do...to basically everyone. Sure, I fantasized about things like this back on Earth, but...this isn't what I wanted...