Sold into slavery!

As soon as the goblin gangbang has ended, one of the repulsive little creatures produces a length of rope, grabs hold of your arms and binds them behind your back. You kneel on the fluid-stained floor, your long blonde hair falling over your face, your firm breasts jutting defiantly from your defeated body, as you silently await your fate.

The other two goblins confer, chortling in their crude language. The one who bound you walks over to the bow, your weapon and remembrance of your father, and casually snaps it across his knee. He begins pawing through your clothing and possessions, presumably looking for items of value, and locates the Shining Stone.

"We've decided not to kill you, human," the goblin leader says as he and his comrade lift you to your feet. "You are a tight, eager fuck, and have a good body, fair skin and hair, very pretty. You will make a good sex ****, and this has saved your life." The two goblins begin to march you out of the barn.

"I need that stone!" you protest, nodding toward their colleague, still eyeing the rock suspiciously. He looks up startled, then irritated.

"It is not for you to dictate terms, **** girl!" he grumps.

"It's, uh, my soul stone!" you continue. "My soul has been trapped within it by a curse. To you, it is worthless. But without it..." -- you think **** is probably not enough -- "I turn into a monster."

The goblins exchange a look. Your story sounds improbable, but with so much magic in the world, how can they take the chance? "The stone is worthless," is the goblin's appraisal as he approaches you and presses it into your hand. "It does not glow, it does not sparkle. Keep your rock, human."

You allow yourself a sigh of relief and even a small smile as you are marched out of the barn, through the incinerated town and down to the shore, where a wide-bottomed boat lay at anchor. Down on the beach you are taken before a barrel-chested man with a heavy ring through one ear-lobe and skin the color of charcoal; you have never seen a "black" man before!

He gazes with interest at your youthful beauty, and runs a hand along your soft delicate curves as the goblins haggle for your sale. When he looks in your sky-blue eyes, you can't help but smile shyly at him; it would be a relief to at least be with human captors instead of goblins! Ultimately, the slaver drops a few silver coins in the goblin's outstretched hand; you are silently outraged at the bargain, although the stench of goblin spunk probably depressed the price. The goblins, for their part, seemed pleased at the transaction.

Your goblin lovers disappear back up the hill as you are transported onto the corsair, where you see a few more dark-skinned sailors and are brought to join a larger number of other pretty young fair-skinned girls, all bound, all in a state of undress. Many are crying, or staring miserably at the charred remains of civilization on shore, but a pretty redhead wearing only a corset, her ginger-colored pubic hair stained with semen, watches you intently.

The boat launches from its berth, and the redhead sighs. "That means your the last girl worth saving," she says quietly. "Everyone else is dead."

"Where are we going?" you whisper back.

The redhead shrugs. "The Island of Seven Stones is devastated," she reports. "The only survivors are the girls the slavers deem worth saving. We have no more home, so does it matter where we go now?"