You lost...

You realize your mistake in attacking as you fall to your feet, defeated. Your limbs are too sore to move. The goblins celebrate for a minute or two before looking you over. They tie you up and strip you of all your items. They take your Kilnots, weapons, elixirs, and food. Now, you are tied up, naked, and have nothing to your name. The goblins quickly disrobe, pulling out their massive shafts. They look down at you with greedy eyes, and one kneels before you. He smiles and says

“You are the great warrior? Master Nonag will be pleased to hear how easily you fell. You shall now live the rest of your life helping Nonag conquer Endula. You shall breed him an army!”

Helpless and gagged, you lie there, unable to move. He enters your vagina, easing his way in. He smiles, starting slow, but gradually picking up the pace. After a few minutes of rough, not so gentle ramming, he explodes his semen up into your womb. Two of the other goblins watching were jacking themselves off, using their hands to keep them satisfied. Once the apparent leader has finished, he walks towards a dirt circle and begins to set up a fire. The other two rush towards you. The smaller, faster one reaches you first, and takes his turn at your womanhood. The other one looks towards the fire before saying

“You shall be fed small morsels. You cannot live on spunk alone.”

He leaves to go to a small pile near the fire. He returns with what looks like a small vegetable. He sticks it in your mouth and walks back towards the fire, spearing a hog to pit roast. You gag and struggle, but gradually break off bits of the vegetable. The small goblin violating your vagina pulls out before ejaculating. He walks up to you and says

“Gorin a la mode!” As he hammers his dick furiously. He rests the tip of his penis on the vegetable. Thick, white semen spurts from his cock, covering the ‘Gorin’ in a layer of jizz. Starving, you continue to eat the bland vegetable, trying your hardest to ignore the salty taste of the goblin’s baby batter.

You sit by yourself for a long time while the goblins are at the fire. You work the knots bonding your limbs together. You get them all loose enough to the point where you could manage to slip out of them quickly. You notice the goblins are all lying on the ground. Seemingly asleep. 1 of the keeps turning his, head, potentially having a bad dream.

You could try to escape now or wait a little bit. Or succumb to a life of endless **** by some goblins. If that’s your thing.