Shake your head.

Your last orgasm has left you satisfied. You feel so fulfilled in your need that you are able to resist a second round of rutting despite the pheromones in the air. However, you feel weak and all you can do is shake your head. You only continue to breathe deeply from the afterglow The sight of your heaving breasts only helps to further enhance the erotic sight of you laying on the ground with your legs spread.

The small goblin named Weasel ignores your shaking head. His beady red eyes are poised on the glistening skin of your inner thighs and the pink quim between them.

“Okay…I won’t tell the boss,” he says as he takes off his trousers. His manhood is unsurprisingly smaller than the two other goblins. It grows harder and harder as he takes in the sight of your human body.

“That’s a good Weasel. Now go for it. Show her a good time,” one of the goblins says.

Weasel hops on you in a burst of energy and proceeds to take you. He is sloppy in everything he does, from how he enters you, to how he gropes and thrusts at you—a clear sign of his inexperience.

It does not take long before he moans out and creams himself inside your pussy, leaving you even messier than before. You aren’t able to squeeze another orgasm out of the shoddy fuck, making you feel somewhat unsatisfied.

One of the goblins hums as he looks at the plate of food lying beside you. “Maybe we shouldn’t give her these,” he says as he takes the plate, dumping your food on the floor. “She might end up breaking it and stabbing us with the pieces.”

Without much more to say or do, the three goblins depart together, leaving you dirtied in the dark shack as you hear their voices fade into the distance.

“Feel free to use her as much as you’d like, Weasel. She’ll be our little secret. Although… She was a bit stubborn today. She might need a fair bit of training still,” is the last thing you hear before you are left in the quiet. You’re once more feeling weak and shamed. Hope of escaping quickly starts to escape you in hapless sobs.

Your life continues as such for the next few days. The trio of green men use you without respite. However, for the few days that follow, you remain defiant despite everything. Each time they try and take you, you curse and fight back. Only when their pheromones begin to take hold of your system do you become more docile, but soon after the mating is over you’re quickly back to your stubborn self.

The goblins grow tired of your rebelliousness. Intent on breaking your will, they choose a new approach.

It begins with tying you up in various positions and using varies wooden appendages to plug your holes. Today, the goblins have all your feet and wrists tightly bound as you lay face first on the floor, your ass high in the air. They are not fucking you with their cocks. Instead they’re pushing a pair of carved wooden cocks in and out of your pussy and ass. Weasel is nowhere to be found. Only the first two goblins remain.

“These are special ones today,” one of the goblins says. “Enchanted with a bit of magic to drive you wild. You’ll be a whorish cock-lover in no time.”

You understand exactly what he means when he says “drive you wild”. The wooden pieces do not feel like a normal pair of phalluses. They push you to **** levels of pleasure without being shaped in any unique or special way. They simply hum and vibrate in strange ways that nearly make you go crazy. But worst of all, despite how much pleasure they give you, they never allow you to come. You hang on the verge of orgasm, never able to push yourself over the edge.

“Come on. Let out your voice. Admit that you want cock.”

You try to keep your voice contained by holding your mouth shut tightly. You feel your will quickly crumbling underneath the magical effects of the toys. You know that if you submit now, the goblins will be one step closer in breaking your spirit.

You shake your head side to side, trying to resist the need to come.

“Come on, now!” the goblin says as he gives your backside a firm slap.

The sting of the hit makes you drop your mouth open in a gasp. You can no longer contain your moans, the floodgates to your breathy groans breaking open.

“You want to come don’t you?”

“Yes… I do…”

“Then say it! Admit you’re a slutty mare who wants our dicks and we’ll let you come.”

“I..!” you begin to yell out. “I can’t!” you yell as loud as you can with your lasting willpower.

“The longer you resist, the worse it’ll get,” one of the goblins says.

You want to come. You feel like telling them you want them just to achieve that release. There is nothing else you want more right now. You don’t care of the consequences. You just want release.

Just as you’re about to fully submit to your captors, the door to the shack swings open. Everything seems to pause as the room goes quite. The two goblins stare at the doorway with gaping jaws. You glance toward the door, spotting a tall, dark olive creature. It is twice the size of the goblins, but not quite as big as an orc. It looks similar to the two goblins beside you, with pointy nose and ears, but with much more muscular arms and rounder belly. He wears a fur loincloth and a large belt from which different kinds of items hang, such as flasks, tomes, and daggers.

“What do we have here?” the creature speaks in a deep voice.

“Shit. Boss!” one of the goblins yelps.

“It’s not what it seems like. We’re just prepping her for you. That’s all! We were intending on letting you know once she was ready,” the other says in a nervous yap.

“Oh, is that it? Well, I’m glad you can be honest with me. Perhaps Weasel here didn’t need to inform me of what you’re doing, since you were planning on telling me anyway,” the large goblonoid says with a sneer.

“Weasel!” the two goblins shout as they spot the small goblin behind the tall creature.

“We told you…” one the goblins says before shutting himself up.

“S-s-sorry,” you hear Weasel say. “I had to tell him. He knew I was hiding something. I couldn’t help it!”

“This is quite the surprise out of you two,” the large goblin says. “You managed to find me a human girl. I never thought I’d see the day you proved useful.”

The two goblins beside you can only glare at their supposed leader as he badgers them.

“You’ve had your fill. She’s mine now. Bring her to my chamber,” the tall creature says as he turns around and walks away. Weasels remains in the doorway, making sure that your captors do as they're told.

“Damn that hobgoblin,” one of your goblins says as he pulls the sex toys from your abused holes. You feel an air of relief as you are no longer subject to the tortuous effects of the wooden cocks. You get to hold on to your spirit awhile longer.

The two goblins undo the ropes around your legs and march you to a sizable wooden longhouse not far from where you were kept.