Zakrog, the goblin king

"Going once," announces the Harpy Queen as bidding reaches its peak. "Going twice..." she pauses and surveys the bidders. The Elf is fixing her makeup in a polished mirror and the orc is busy spewing his foul seed upon the faces of his slaves. The minotaur snorts with anger and stomp a foot.

"Sold!" announces the Harpy Queen.

To your dismay, it is Zakrog who has won you. The perfumed king of the goblins has won you with a trio of strange potions brewed in his personal alchemy tent. It is a hefty price to pay, but he is clearly enamored with your ripe young body and the promise of another human to breed with.

Harpy guards approach him for the payment and two muscular goblins approach you and clamp irons on your legs and around your neck. You resist, but they whip flail you and drive you over to their master.

At least, you see, they collect your belongings, including the shining stone, and dump them into a sack. Bidding continues on other slaves, but Zakrog has no more interest in the auction. He is lifted on a litter and carried out of the cave. You and the other slaves follow behind along with a group of leering goblin warriors.

Zakrog's camp consists of desert beasts and a series of brightly colored tents of luminous fabrics. One particularly large tent of pink fabric houses Zakrog's harem of slaves, but your fate is not to languish there. Two goblins roughly take you aside and march you into an ornate tent full of burning incense and soft pillows. They shove you down into the pile of cushions and march out.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness of the tent you realize it is filled with the trappings of an alchemist. Various jars and scales and bundles of herbs cover three tiers of shelves and a workbench with elaborate distillery glass and strange blue fires. Some potions have already been prepared. You see a red one, a yellow one, and a blue one, but the labels are written in goblin and you do not know this language.

Before you can reach out and take one of the potions you hear a "psst" from the bottom of the tent. You look down and see the edge has been raised to allow Zakrog's female **** from the auction to thrust her head into the tent.

"I only have a moment," she says. "You must service Zakrog lustily or he will summon one of us and have his guards take you while he watches. Pleasure him until he falls asleep and take the potion of demon's strength."

"Which one is that?" you ask.

"It's the--"

"Hey!" a guard bellows on the other side of the tent and the **** girl is suddenly dragged back out of view. "Snooping whore! Get back to your tent!"

Suddenly you hear the tent flap being opened and see two guards entering, followed by the short, but incredibly fat Zakrog. He waddles into the tent and flops down on the cushions, his immense fat jiggling and re-settling. He looks at you and parts his heavy thighs revealing his hairless groin and the flaccid curl of his tiny goblin prick.

"Service me, new one," he says and gives you a lusty look. "If you are obedient perhaps I'll breed you and give you a fond name."

The guards remove the chains connecting your leg irons and leave the tent. You are alone, naked, and gazing down at your new master in all his green, revolting glory.