They are unable to.

Christine tried to stand, but one of the little green demons sat down on the mid of her back, grabbed her by the ankles, and lifted them into the air. As he held Christine's feet, another goblin drew his curved dagger and used it to split her skirt, exposing the fair skin of her legs. Again, she struggled, trying to push herself up with her slender arms, but the goblin that pounced on her earlier grabbed her by the elbows and pulled them back as a rider would to a horse's reins.

As Christine was **** to arch her back, she finally got a good look at her captors. Like most goblins, they were roughly four feet tall and had dark green skin. Though their noses were large, they weren't quite as big as how the storybooks portrayed them. If it wasn't for the green skin and long pointed ears, they probably could have passed for incredibly fit children. She could count at least ten of them in total, including the three that were holding her down. They were all dressed in light fur armor, with the men's chest being exposed while small fur bras covered the women's large breasts.

The goblin holding Erik down was just a hair shorter than he was but had had the muscle mass of a man in his thirties. He had Erik on his knees, with one hand holding the boy's arm behind his back while the other grabbed the boy by his hair. Christine could see the fear in her bother's eyes as he was **** to watch the pack of goblins ripping off her clothes.

Suddenly one of the goblins blocked her view. He was large for a goblin, standing about five feet tall. He had dark green skin and a buff upper body. Running from his shoulder to his torso was a pair of long claw marks, while a third ran from his left ear to his lower jaw.

"You are a foolish one to walk through my territory," he said in a surprisingly deep voice, "More so than the pink skin that came before. I wasn't able to catch her, but you're a pretty enough consolation." The goblin then removed his buckle and let his pants slide down his legs. Slowly a large green cock, that was about the size of the goblin's thigh and as thick as Christine's arm slipped from his belt and bumped Christine on the jaw with a light thump.

"Open your mouth, little slut," growled the goblin as he brushed the head of his cock over Christine's lips. The young woman clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away from the green rod.

Hissing, the goblin that was holding her arms grabbed her dark hair and yanked her head back, forcing a yelp from her lips. By now, the goblins had finished tying and undressing her. Christine was wearing little more than rags now. The goblins had tied Christine's ankles to a long wooden pole to keep her legs apart and her elbows to her legs to make sure she couldn't move.

As the goblin mounting her back **** her to look up, he pulled out a curved dagger and placed it against her throat. "Close your mouth, and I'll carve you're a new one," said the goblin with a wicked grin.

Christine trembled, and her eyes began to water as the large member drew closer and closer to her lips.