Struggle against the ropes

Christina’s heart started to race as a few more goblin started to climb up her legs. Her right arm was already pulled behind her back, so she tried to swipe the creatures away with her left hand. It proved ineffective as the goblins cackled at her, before another rope looped around that arm and pinned it behind her as well. She tried to trash and struggle free but more were climbing onto her, weighing her down. She felt one of them bite her, right behind the knee, causing her to fall forward and onto her knees. It was over from there, she didn’t have the strength to stand up from there.

The goblins moved as one, one large herd working like a machine. Though small they knew how to use their numbers to an advantage, how to coordinate to bring down a larger target. As soon as a few of them were mounted on the human’s back, they knew it was over. The human’s arms were **** behind her back as two goblins quickly tied them tight. Others went to work, tear and undoing her armor, stripping off whole parts, leaving her half naked. “What are you…” protested Christina before one of those creatures shoved a wooden bit gag into her mouth. They knew the human would protest and wanted to save themselves from hearing her protests and threats.

It wasn’t long before she was mostly stripped, minus her boots. The monsters had bound her hands tightly behind her and ran rope from her wrists across her body. It held her arms firmly behind her while creating a surprisingly intricate rope harness, binding her breasts and pushing them out a bit. Her thighs were also bound together but her ankles were free, a purposeful decision to only semi-restrict the movement of their captive, forcing her to awkwardly shuffle forward. Finally a rope was fastened around her neck as a makeshift leash, allowing a goblin to tug and lead her around.

Christina was frantically looking around, trying to find her equipment, but the goblins had already pilfered most of it and were dragging her effect away into the darkness. Freaking vultures she thought to herself before she felt the tug of her leash. She wasn’t ready for it and stumbled forward, awkwardly stopping herself before she almost fell flat on her face. She glared at the green-skin who was holding the leash and planted her feet flat, standing her ground. I am larger than these things. If I don’t want to move, they aren’t dragging me anywhere she thought as she jerked her neck back in protest. Her defiance didn’t last long, however, as she felt a sharp CRACK across her rear. She tried to turn her neck to see her attacker but the leash jerked again, forcing her to look forward. There was no mistaking it though, one of the goblins had a whip.

Another CRACK echoed out, slashing the redhead across the buttock. She yelled in pain and jerked the leash again, like a bucking horse. A few more blows rained on her exposed butt in till she did what the goblins wanted: walk forward. Despite towering over her assailants, the redhead was helpless to do anything but follow the goblins lead. Any protest or delay on her part only resulted in another smack on her already-reddening ass.