Pretend to surrender, but plan a rescue

You look from your loyal goblin companions to the three brutish humans and you sigh as you reach the conclusion that the match is completely unequal. You would rather risk your own life than theirs, but as Glaw sees the flash of resignation in your eyes he gives you a wink. You return the wink, understanding that he knows a fair fight is unwinnable, but that he does not intend to abandon you.

You step forward, placing yourself between the two groups.

"I will go," you say and look back to the goblins. "This is no fight for civilized peoples."

The fat human snorts with laughter.

"You heard her," the human leader taunts. "She belongs with her own kind."

"We didn't want the bitch anyway," Glaw sneers. "Take her."

He shoves you in the direction of the humans and the bearded leader takes you by the arm.

Glaw and the two smaller goblins retreat. You are roughly seized by the human leader. He stinks of beer and his facial hair is rough on your soft skin as he presses his cheek to yours.

"Watch your little goblin friends go, whore," he taunts. "We'll soon fuck the bad memories away."

"Her arse will fetch a fine price in Elohin," adds the thin, rat-faced human.

"We take our money's worth first," the fat one sloshes wine down his chin and passes the skin to the leader.

They make camp right there on the open plain. They laugh and taunt you as they erect two small tents. You are stripped naked, roughly, your blouse torn to free your large breasts and your skirt cut with a knife and discarded. You steel yourself for what comes next, knowing that a good performance may allow your goblin companions to rescue you.

The leader, who announces his name is Tybard, prepares a pair of shackles for your wrists and heavy slaver irons for your ankles. You smile as he brings them towards you.

"No need for that," you say sweetly. "I think you'll find I'm very grateful to be rescued."

You quickly steps towards him and kiss his stinking lips, forcing yourself to react with pleasure to his rough hands on your ass and his foul-tasting tongue jammed into your mouth. His companions, the fat Obbo and the rat-faced Kint, jeer and hoot at the display.

"Looks like we've got a hot one," Tybard says. "I believe I'll have a go first."

Tybard's two companions groan with dismay and complain as Tybard leads you to his hide-draped tent. You duck inside and he is immediately upon you, pushing you flat on the hard ground and reaching for his trousers. Without stopping to think you help him, your fingers finding the laces and dragging him open. You take his stiff prick in your hand and guide him towards your slit as he leans heavily atop you. You're not wet, and it takes a moment of rubbing and stroking before you are able to lubricate yourself. He grows impatient and jams his dick into you, filling you with his throbbing hardness. He's bigger than the goblins in every way and despite yourself you sigh with pleasure as Tybard begins to thrust his cockmeat into the snug confines of your cunt.

Slowly Tybard slides his thick cock in and out of your pussy, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other holding your waist tightly. With each downward stroke his cock fills you up and his balls mash against your pink asshole.

"Tight as a cork," he remarks as he spears your tender cunt.

His lip twists into a cruel smile and he leans back, pushing your legs up against his chest and leaning against the backs of your legs. You feel so exposed, his cock pounding into your increasingly juicy slit and his balls heavy against your ass. The tent is filled with the sounds of your excited breathing and the wet slosh of his cock as he thrusts into you again and again, as hard as timber.

Your large breasts jiggle and bounce with each of the brigand's thrusts. Sweat beads on your face and on your chest. Tybard growls and playfully bites your leg. He has let go of your wrists and is using both hands to practically pin your heels to your ears. Even in this contorted position you find yourself moaning with pleasure as the stiff shaft skewers your slippery slit. You can feel his cock swelling inside you, throbbing so powerfull you can almost count the beating of his heart. You gasp and cum, unexpectedly, arching your back beneath him and thrusting your tits up so invitingly he can't resist the sight. You are lost in a warm, white flash, only dimly aware of Tybard's scratchy beard against your tender bosom and his teeth capturing one hard nipple. He sucks at you and slathers your nipples with sticking spit, hammering into you.

"That's it, my dear," he laughs triumphantly, "I knew you'd come around to my way of seeing things."

You try to deny your pleasure, but your voice is hoarse and you only gasp out another moan. Tybard's lips press down upon yours and he leans into you, slapping his thighs against your ass again and again. His awful taste fills your mouth and his cock seems huge. He breaks the kiss, speaking so close that his lips brush yours as he talks.

"Yes, take it, whore," he grunts. "Little goblin whore. Take my dick. Take it."

A momen later he tenses above you and grits his teeth. He hisses with pleasure and slams into you again and again. His stiff cock twitches and jerks and you feel it pulse with orgasm. You feel a debased thrill as he pumps his hot cum into your pussy, overflowing around his shaft and oozing down the sensitive crack of your ass. You can feel it, sticky and hot, pooling on the ground, even as he continues to squirt his cum into you.

He lays atop you and gasps for breath. He stinks and soaks you with sweat. His shrinking prick throbs with orgasmic aftershocks and drools out its final pearls of spunk into your well-creamed cunt. You lay there beneath him, fully exposed, feeling absolutely filthy.

It is dark by the time Tybard rolls off of you and lays beside you on the floor of the tent. He does not speak for several minutes. When he does he says that he should fetch the others and let them have a go, but you are quick to change his mind. You roll onto him and slide down his sweaty body, capturing his prick between your lips. It tastes awful, unwashed, and is covered in the brigand's rancid spunk. He laughs and cradles your head as you stroke him and flick the slit of his cock with your tongue. You begin sucking, loudly, hoping to mask any sounds that might be heard outside the tent.

Your practiced sucking soon brings the bearded thug to full hardness and you lick and suck his meaty prick, your spit soaking his balls and coating his swelling shaft. As you suck you are aware of the cum running out of your creamy cunt. You work your inner muscles, forcing out every drop. You're glad to have Tybard's spunk out of your body even as your lips and tongue work carefully to coax more from Tybard's straining cock.

You are bobbing your full lips up and down on Tybard's cock when you hear a thump from beyond the tent. Tybard looks over, but you moan and at that moment deepthroat his cock. The sensation grabs his attention and he laughs as you suck his prick into your throat. He thrusts upward and into your mouth, gagging you.

"Much more and you'll make me cum," he says. "Are you thirsty, love?"

His taunt makes you want to laugh as you see Glaw, creeping into the tent behind the distracted brigand. The goblin looks at the situation with rage and raises his club. You give him a wink and with a thump the muscular goblin clobbers Tybard over the head. The brigand is knocked out immediately and falls onto his back. You lift your head from his cock and gasp for air. Glaw pulls you up and wraps you in a sheepskin blanket. You kiss him on the cheek.

When you step out into the firelight of the campsite you see Madoc and Dai are busy tying up the **** Obbo and Kint. The question, now, is what to do with the humans that tried to take you for a ****.