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You awaken not long after, still chained to the wall, your pussy still in agony from the chief's actions. In front of you you see the chief standing with another onahole in hand.

"Please, I can't take it again" you plead, but the goblin only drops the toy in response. Your pussy squirms from the impact, and the chief steps away. You look at the toy on the ground to find a horrifying sight. The chief was clearly busy as you were ****, as the onahole landed next to a large pile of identical toys. Your head flicks to the chief as you see him pull a lever. You see the portcullis covering the door begin to lift upwards, allowing the previously stonewalled goblins to enter the chiefs hut. He points the goblins to the pile on the ground as you can only watch on in terror. The first goblin to reach the pile takes two, but the chief quickly slaps one out of it's hand. You of course feel this against the outside of your pussy, causing another painful orgasm. The goblin gets the point and slams the onahole onto it's cock without hesitation. Seeing your reactions other goblins begin to do the same, the sensation of dozens of goblin cocks assaulting your already exhausted hole. Some goblins saw how you reacted to getting one of them slapped, and begin to **** the toys as well. Some of them pull hard on the front opening of the onahole, others decide to kick or stomp on the toys. The intense stimulation almost makes you pass out again, but before you are able to the chief stabs a thin needle into your bicep. As soon as he does, your full consciousness is brought back, and you continue to be assaulted by the horny tribe's actions.

You are hardly able to rationalize any thought inside your head when you suddenly see the chief point the wand at you again. This time directly at your head. The bolt again impacts you, but this time you are **** into being awake to see the results. A stream of pink lightning forms, connecting your head to the wand. the lightning begins to coalesce in front of the wand, and begins to take shape. As the lightning finishes shaping, a brain made of the same see-through pink material floats mid-air in front of the chief. He plucks it out of the air and you can immediately feel the pressure on the inside of your head. Through the overwhelming sensations from below you are able to make one final plea to your captor.

"Please, anything but that! I'll do anything, just don't-" You are once again cut off as the chief thrusts his cock into the back side of the new onahole. Any remaining semblance of thought not focused around pain or pleasure is literally fucked from your mind, the new sensation even managing to overpower the **** your pussy was still undergoing. Any concept of time is a memory as the chief thrusts away at your brain, permanently destroying any ability to think. Eventually he releases his steaming load again, your brain being flooded with a euphoria you never could have even conceived of.

You have no idea how long it's been since you were defeated by the chief, nor did you even remember that you were defeated. Sometimes the goblins would bother to fuck your real body, but most opted for the convenience of the onaholes. Every hole in your body was assaulted by the onaholes at any given time, even some that you didn't know could be fucked. If the onaholes ever got worn out, the goblins would either devour them or dispose of them in some way or another. If you were able to form a single thought, you might have been filled with despair.