Cooperate (for now)

You decide to cooperate for now, giving you time to study the tribe, its camp, and ways to escape.

The Pits, as the goblin king called them, turn out to be a crude sort of stone quarry. Goblin overseers and labourers go about their tasks in the tiered pits of the quarry, but the bulk of the work is done by naked women much like yourself. Most look fit, toned by the hard labour of moving stone, and all are naked save for the occasional rag or leaf.

You are put to work with little ceremony, assigned to the relatively easy work of loading piles of stones onto winches and pulleys. Compared to actually hauling those piles of stone around, part of you is thankful for your current assignment. The goblin overseers tolerate little gawking, however, so you don't have much of a chance to take stock of your surroundings. You can feel goblin eyes leering at you obscenely, and you get the sense that the 'new girl' draws a lot of attention. By the end of the day, your back is marked from the sting of many whips, and you are utterly exhausted.

The overseers gather you and several other women together, leashing you into a crude coffle. Water is dispensed, which you swallow greedily despite its tepid flavour. After allowing a very short break, you are forcefully marched away from the quarry proper to an adjoining camp. Incredibly, the primitive collection of shelter and living arrangements is even more ramshackle than that of the goblins' camp. Most of the women, including the group you've been assigned to, are **** into threadbare tents and dilapidated lean-tos. Several goblin guards armed with spears jab at you menacingly, and it doesn't take you long to figure out that they want you to drop to your knees and place your hands on a sturdy railing in front of you. The moment you do so, one of the guards lashes your wrists to the railing with thin, tough vines, leaving you helpless. A glance to the side confirms that the other women in your group have received the same treatment.

Suddenly, firm pressure on your back forces you forward, partially bent over the railing. You can both hear and feel the excited gibbering of goblins behind you, and a sense of dread rises in your belly. Realising what the goblins intend, you manage to shut your eyes only a split second before a pair of dirty, clawed hands lock around your hips. You let out a stifled little moan of despair as you feel a disgusting, slimy, and knobby shaft prod at the **** petals of your pussy. A moment later, it drives into you, and you find yourself being steadily fucked by goblin cock.

The soft cries and wails from the other nearby women tells you you are not the only one to receive this treatment. Reluctantly, you open your eyes long enough to steal a quick glance at what you can see of the **** camp, and everywhere you look you can see throngs of goblin labourers and guards in the process of having their way with the enslaved girls.

The experience is incredibly degrading and humiliating, a fact not lost on the goblins who seem delighted to maximise the impact they're having on the bound women. Every so often one of the hands roughly pinning your hips in place retreats, only to come raining down on your exposed backside, as if the goblin were riding a beast of burden and wished to coax it onward. In retrospect, it's hard not to feel exactly like that as the veiny goblin cock thrusts into you uncomfortably, again and again.

After what feels like ages, the goblin buries himself into you as deeply as he can go and lets out a high-pitched little cry of victory. Hot, sticky, and utterly foul goblin seed pours into your depths, staining you with the detestable little creature's essence. Just as you feel like you are about to get a reprieve, however, a second cock enters you almost as soon as the first leaves your cum-sodden pussy, banging into you with abandon.

You eventually lose track of the number of goblins who have their way with you. Each demeaning **** blurs into the next, a never-ending **** of gnarled, green-skinned cock violating your bound body. As the 'new girl', you seem to receive a disproportionate amount of attention, and it is late into the night when the **** finally abates. The **** camp is still and quiet after the last goblin leaves, thick, vile cum oozing disgustingly from between your legs. Exhausted, you slump down against the railing, still bound to it by your wrists.

"They **** us every night," comes a soft voice from your left. In the dim moonlight, you can make out the shape of one of the other women, similarly bound. "They work us in the Pits all day, and then they fuck us throughout the night. Guards come in at all hours, looking for a quick fix. They don't care if you're asleep or not."

You can't help but shudder as copious amounts of viscous goblin semen drool down your naked thighs.