The goblins have earned a treat

The rising morning sun cast its rays on the remaining mess at the World Tree. Whilst the fires had gone out, smoke still drifted into the sky and the air smelled of crispy meats. The Tree itself, invulnerable, cast it's shadow over the chaos like a warning.

The creatures of the wood that had gathered for the entertainment had now escaped back to their lairs. The tree goblins had worked hard all night to remove the bodies of the fallen and cast them into the woods to be eaten by wolves, and were now scrubbing the blood from the grass. They were not naturally clean or domesticated creatures, but they knew Scar would want it clean and they still feared him.

Scar... One or two of them mentioned his name glumly whilst scrubbing. In reality, none of them expected to see their leader again. They had seen the look on the Black Reaver's face as she plunged into the forest, and the powerful energy that crackled around her fingers. Scar, they thought, was dead.

But still, they cleaned.

There was no sign of the Dark Faery, last seen crawling away from the battle with one hand clutching her defeated, sore ass. Neither was there any sign of the troll, although the impact of his destructive handiwork was strewn everywhere. At Sr point in the early hours, Gorge had simply bored of his rampage and struck out into the trees, a squealing nymph tucked under one of his massive arms to savour later.

When the sun was fully up in the sky and the grounds were cleaned, the remaining goblins gathered together glumly to eat a breakfast of dried meats and whisky. What would they do now, without their leader? A worse thought occured to a few of them - what if Eilwy's wanton fury brought her back to finish the job? But with no-where else to go, they listed around waiting.

It was nearly midday when Scar emerged, grinning, from the trees. A small cheer went up amongst the goblins, which turned into a roar of delight and laughter when Scar yanked on his rope and Eilwy tottered into view.

The enchantress was still naked, her little dark bush visible to all, and her slender body was smeared with mud and goblin cum. It was obvious who had triumphed in their midnight struggle in the woods. Better still, Scar had gone to town with ropes, binding Eilwy's arms up her back and tying her ankles together so she could only walk with small, hurried, and uncertain steps.

Eilwy's eyes widened at the sight of surviving goblins and she gave muffled curses into her gag. Holding one hand up to accept his peers' acclaim, Scar stepped forward, tugging tottering Eilwy behind him.

"You did it boss! You got her!"

Scar had always been their hero. With poor Eilwy defeated and in his clutches, the goblins began to look at him as more of a god amongst men.

Scar nodded, and tied Eilwy's rope to a nearby stake as if she was a horse. The goblins gathered around her, pinching, slapping and tweaking, making her yelp and jump. Scar watched for a moment, letting them have their fun, and then clapped his hands.

"Hold, boys," he said. "She owes each of you an apology for sure, but we're going to do this properly."

The goblins backed away. Eilwy's bare skin was slightly redder but otherwise she was unharmed. She glared at them.

"How do you mean, boss?"

No-one doubted Scar's leadership. Not with a prize like this.

"For a start," Scar said,"you've all had an awful night and it's her fault. I'm sorry it went so poorly last night, boys. How many are we now, let's see... seven. Is that all? Well, right now, the mighty Black Reaver is going to get on her knees and work down the entire line of you as an apology for her behaviour."

There was gleeful cheering clapping, except from Eilwy who - to everyone's increased amusement - blushed a deep red and shook her head.

"Then," said Scar, "she's going to help us regain our status as the kings of this forest. She's going to use her magic for us, boys! And if she refuses, well..." Scar grinned and grabbed his crotch. "She'll find the consequences pretty embarrassing. Now come on, line up!"

Grinning, the goblins formed a line in front of the World Tree, dropping their loin clothes to the ground. They had a variety of cocks - big, small, fat and long - and they swung with wet expectation in the sun, slowly growing hard.

Eilwy shook her head indignantly at Scar as he approached her. "What's that?" He whispered, cusping one of her ass cheeks with his hand and enjoying her indignant little shuffle. "You won't do it? We'll see about that?"

Scar looped a rope around Eilwy's neck and tied a strange knot in it. Then he loosened her gag.

Eilwy spat her panties put of her mouth and immediately went to cast a spell that would turn the goblins into toads. But Scar tugged on the rope and it tightened, **** her. After a moment he loosened it once more, and Eilwy coughed and spat onto the ground.

"You dirty bastard," she wailed helplessly.

Scar shrugged. "You do this. Then you help us. When we're back at the top, we'll let you go and never mention it again, except when telling our tall tales over the campfire. This is how you get out of here."

Eilwy didn't believe him. Why would they ever let her go? But then again, what choice did she have?

She looked at the line of leering, expectant goblins in dismay. "All of them?" She whispered hoarsely.

"All of them," Scar grinned, tugging her forward. "This will be a good lesson for you. And good practice. Now get on your knees and open your mouth."