No. (Goblin Broodmother Bad End!)

You cannot. You are bound too tightly. And even if you could try, the goblins come back soon after. Chattering happily in their strange language, and bringing a whole barrel of berries for you to eat! How thoughtful! Since you won't open your mouth willingly, they have to hold your nose until you have to open up to breathe, and when you do, the goblins reward you with a whole mouthful of berries! **** to chew and swallow, the world becomes pink tinted, as your mind is completely taken over by pleasure.

Cocks are swiftly produced and you drain every last one. They try two cocks inside your once holy quim and they fit eventually, and whatever pain you might have felt is long forgotten in the sea of pleasure. You suck every last cock presented, no matter the state or how it smells. You clean each and every one, and eventually the standard improves, as hours become days, days become weeks and weeks become months. Your life becomes draining goblin cocks, and this strange tent becomes your world. You are fed a never-ending supply of berries of course, but the goblins realise with each passing week you need less and less to stay docile. After a couple months they stop feeding you them all together, and only give them to you as a special treat, like when you please the orcs that comes to stay every so often. You are fed a steady, and surprisingly varied diet of fruits, meats, vegetables, and of course, goblin cum. You wonder briefly where they get all of these things. Maybe raiding travellers and nearby villages? Then you stop thinking as yet another cock is shoved inside you.

Soon enough, your belly swells up with the goblin's young. They eventually have to change your position, as you begin laying on top of your swelling belly and the tribe can't have that. You cooperate as they lay you down gently on a crude slab of wood they've fashioned clumsily into a bed, and they realise there is no need for restraints.

As months go by, you give birth to many goblins for the tribe, and you start to love your life, as do you love your children. Intelligent and larger half goblin, half human hybrids take over the tribe, and your sons and daughters love and revere their mother. You live a long, happy life as the goblin's broodmother, and eventually, matron.