A line forms for hours

By the time you are done with your third blowjob, a line of over a dozen goblins has formed in front of you. You pull the next goblin towards you, eager to get this punishment over with as soon as possible. You get to work on the next one, aggressively working the next goblin in a hopeless attempt to keep the line going before it gets too long. A few minutes of working your tongue to the best of your ability is rewarded with another dribbling cumshot down your cleavage.

As that goblin makes a satisfied trot back to his post, you peek back at the line. To your dismay, you can't even see the end of it as it snakes through the streets of the village. In desperation, you call the next three over and service all three cocks at once - one in your mouth and one in each of your hands. Your inexperience makes this arrangement quite awkward, but the goblin in your left hand doesn't even last thirty seconds before spraying cum into your hair and another takes his place.

You very quickly lose count of how many goblins you have worked to orgasm. As soon as one finishes another takes his place while you continue working the other two, leaving you no time for breaks. You can only catch your breath for the brief moment between the end of one successful blowjob and the start of the next. Occasionally, extra impatient goblins just jack themselves off to the sight of you sucking off his friends, adding his load to the thick layer of cum you are almost completely covered in now.

You are not sure how long this ordeal lasts, but by the time you are done the sun has long since set. Your entire body is coated in a layer of crusted goblin cum, and you are seated in a puddle of even more that has since dripped off of you. When your last exhausted blowjob is done, you look up at the goblin chief with tired, dead eyes, hoping that watching you go through this has satisfied his anger.

"Get up, whore," he commands. You comply immediately, slowly getting your feet under you. Your knees are weak from kneeling for hours and you don't want to humiliate yourself more than you already have by falling face first into the dirt. When you have finally steadied yourself on your feet, he continues. "I could have given you a life of luxury. You could have been fed the best food and had no worries at all in your life, but you rejected and defied me. Stupid sluts like you do not deserve such privelige. You shall take a place that fits you, pathetic whore. Follow me." He turns around and struts off, expecting you to follow.

And you do follow. The last few hours have completely broken your will and your hope to escape this fate. You hang your head low as you trudge behind the chief, shamefully parading yourself through the goblin village.