To the sound of rutting goblins

A dull *thwap* *thwap* *thwap* becomes noticeable to you at the same time as similar rhythm in you're lower parts pierces the numbness. Groggily you try to move but nothing seems to happen. Something is holding your arms at the wrists and legs at the joints, even your head seems restrained.

Something behind you strikes you in the rear drawing you back to the sensation there. The cackle of a goblin enjoying it's self clicks into your foggy brain what it's doing to you. "oh gods I'm being **** by these fucking monsters". In a panic you start to writhe **** to break away from your ****. The unfortunate effect of this motion seems to be triggering the enjoyment of the goblin using you, It's thrusts increase in frequency in your sore sex. "They must have been **** me for hours" you realize in horror as the numbness fades from your vagina. The little creature seems to have a huge weapon like a club pounding into your core, the tip of its horrible thing slams mercilessly and painfully against your cervix and glands drag against the sides of your tunnel. Tears roll down your face as you endure the ****.

After what seems like forever the creature slams deep one last time and begins climaxing. Burning liquid pours directly into your womb the pointed head of its dick forcing into the opening of your baby maker. The hideous intensity of the pain almost blots out the sensation of reproductive cream sloshing into you. It deposits an inhuman amount of material into you before finally done thoughtlessly ripping it's self out of your abused tunnel. After finishing with you it strikes you hard again on the ass and walks away.

The relief of no longer being slammed is replaced with the realization of how bloated and uncomfortable you feel your biology holding in the huge mass of goblin seed. There must have been several other gobs using you before hand.

Before gathering yourself you're speared from behind again a new **** replacing the last. You start struggling again but like the last you seem to only increase it's pleasure. After 5 or 6 more breedings you stop struggling and grow disspondant. A sort of misery that you could never imagine sets in and start contemplating other ways of ending this horror.

Before executing on these dark thoughts goblin dragging along a wooden bucket and tube sets up in front of you. Its claws pull out a small little insect stinger from its rags and pricks you with it. Within a few seconds a hazy euphoria hits you, the pain fades and you can hardly think, lifting the tube to your mouth it forces it into your mouth and to the back of your thought then, with the aid of a stool it begins to pour the contents of the bucket into the other end of the tube.