On the way to their homeland...

“Get down woman!” The goblin leader yells at it shoves you to the ground.

You hit the ground hard, your shackles cutting into your wrists.

It has been three weeks since the goblins had captured you, and it was the estimated period it would take for a woman to show whether or not she was pregnant. You still had a perfectly flat stomach. Now, the goblins saw that you were still up for ****, and they wanted to take full advantage of that.

Pulling your sack off of your head, it doesn’t take long for the three of them to grow their erections. They discard their clothes quickly, and they pound into you, one in your mouth, one in your ass, and one in your vagina.

You moan with displeasure, weakly begging for them to get off you, but underfeeding as well as constant beatings have made you weak, and you can do little to resist them. Within minutes they have reached their climax, and all three take turns cumming in your pussy.

“Now let’s see if you can resist pregnancy twice!” The goblin leader laughs.

Another three weeks pass, and you still have not grown a belly. Now, the goblins are growing a bit furious.

“What kind of witchcraft is this?” the leader bellows as he slaps you hard across the face.

“Stop.” You weakly moan. You don’t have the strength to even lift your head anymore.

The goblin leader grabs a nearby tree branch and begins beating you with it.

“Answer me!” he roars.

You can only groan as the goblin mercilessly beats you. Your vision is blurring greatly, and you feel blood rising from fresh wounds he’s inflicting on you. You know that **** will be upon you soon, and you close your eyes, just wishing the beating would stop. And, it does.

You open your eyes, and find that day has turned to night. The shackles that held you firm have been broken, and you find that all three goblins are dead, a thin line of blood trickling from their mouths. You find your clothes nearby, and you find that there's a note, no bigger than the flat of your palm. There's a thin line of blood smeared down the center, and you see that there are three words neatly written on it:

You owe me

You read over it several times before pocketing it. You're sure you'll find this person eventually, but for now, you must continue your journey. Once you have regained your strength you consult the worn scroll of your map.

Dawn brings a mist that fills the valley from which you ascended like a cottony blanket. Straw sticks to your ass and face as you sit up from the crude bed offered to you by the giant. Your stretched cunt is incredibly sore from taking the giant, but you do not feel any tears or more serious injuries. You rise, groggily, and prepare yourself to leave, gathering your belongings. The giant is snoring softly on its own much larger mat of straw.

You must travel upwards now, over the dangerous Dragon's Spine mountains. There are three paths marked on your map and each has its own perils.

The path that forks north-east takes you through the elven citadel of Elohin. The elves are disdainful of humans and are known to make slaves of them. While they might let you pass, they also might attempt to press you into slavery.

Due east the mountains are thought to be uninhabited, but you take that with the knowledge that few travelers make it through this route alive and tales have returned with those who did that tell of a number of strange and terrifying creatures.

South east is what is known as the Mire Flats. After a steep climb you will have to travel for several days across a wasteland of swampy and primordial ground. You are sure to encounter strange denizens of this environment on your journey.