Left with nothing else, I started praying to Alonsus. Thankfully, as soon as the goblin heard my words, he stepped back and removed his dagger. Was it Alonsus, I asked myself? Did my prayers work? Unfortunately, I saw his eyes darting along my body and I suddenly remembered the peculiar situation which he had caught me in. The situation with Baelog and his... dwarfhood.
The goblin turned around and motioned the others to come hither. The six of them huddled together, their voices rising and falling in rapid, high-pitched chatter, throwing a sly look towards me every now and then until they finally reached an agreement.
In an instant, they propped me up and took me to a nearby oak stump where they worked with quick, practiced efficiency. Six pairs of nimble hands moved swiftly, securing me to the rough bark of the tree stump. They had tied me face-down, my belly pressed uncomfortably against the rugged wood, my ass vulnerably pointing out. The rope bit into my wrists and ankles, binding me tightly and leaving little room for movement.
For a moment, I wondered what they wanted to do with me. Once I felt a few pairs of Goblin hands grab my ass, it suddenly hit me. The one thing prisoners on our continent had learned to fear. Bound and helpless, I listened to the goblins cackle as they started groping and fondling my nether regions.
Restarting my prayers to Alonsus, I wished that it would pass swiftly... And I wished that my ass would be able to bear it! After all, they were small of size, right? They couldn’t possibly pack anything... large, could they?
