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You're in a dungeon deep within a goblin lair, captured and defeated by their horde. They now see you as nothing more than a sex toy to use at their leisure. You used to have a strong will, but it broke after your first and last defeat against the goblins. They let you wander aimlessly, defiling your beautiful body with their semen as they gangbanged you. The elixir of lust they fed you afterwards only serves to heighten your arousal and make you more submissive to their desires.

As you pace restlessly around your cell, the events of the past hours replaying in your mind like a twisted porno film, you can't help but feel aroused. Your thoughts are consumed by images of goblin cocks, their thickness and length causing an ache deep within you. You long for release, but at the same time, the elixir ensures that your desire is never truly sated. The only thing keeping you from going insane with need is the distant echoes of slapping flesh and grunts of pleasure from other cells nearby, reminding you that relief may come eventually if you please them enough.

Minnara's heart races as she approaches her cell door, hoping to catch someone's eye and earn their attention. Her gaze fixates on a trio of goblins playing cards at the far end of the corridor, clearly enjoying themselves and discussing their recent victory over her. The lustful ideas they share only heighten Minnara's arousal, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. As she watches them, her hips begin to sway slightly, her breasts jutting out in an invitation that cannot be ignored.

Her eyes lock onto the goblin leader, burning with desire as she answers his taunting question. "I... I miss it." Her voice trembles, betraying her need. "Please..." She trails off, hips moving restlessly against the bars now, begging for release from him and his friends.

The goblin leader grins cruelly, taking a step back as he gestures to the other two behind him. They exchange knowing glances before spreading out, giving each of them a clear view of Minnara's exposed body through the bars. One approaches her left side, while another moves to her right, trapping her against the cell door with their thick, hairy arms.

Her heart races as she feels their hot breath on her neck and ears, their hands roughly grabbing at her breasts and ass. "You're all mine now, sexy elf," the goblin leader grow

Tears of desire well up in Minnara's eyes as she stares at the goblin leader's thick cock, her mouth watering at the thought of taking it deep inside her throat. She begins to suck hungrily on him, her tongue dancing around his shaft as she attempts to please him and his brutish friends. Her knees ache from the position but she refuses to stop, driven only by lust and the elixir of desire coursing through her veins.

As she works on the goblin leader, two of his companions begin teasing their cocks against her cheeks and lips, relishing in the softness of her skin and the sounds of her desperate sucking. Minnara moans around his member, begging for more as they torment her with the promise of release. The air fills with the scent of sweaty goblin flesh and wet, desire

The pleasure building inside her is almost unbearable as she's made to service the three goblins. Her body arches into them, seeking more contact as they take turns fucking her mouth and thrusting their cocks against her skin. Tears of ecstasy mingle with those of pain and frustration; Minnara has never been so close to true release but it still eludes her grasp.

With a savage cry, the goblin leader unleashes his seed down her throat, filling her with hot cum as she chokes on its bitterness. Minnara whimpers in despair, her body shuddering from the rush of pleasure that finally overtakes her. As the leader withdraws, another goblin steps forward to take his place, eager for his turn at this human sex toy.

Their rough hands continue to grope and probe at Minnara

A cacophony of grunts and moans fills the air as the goblins take turns using her body, ignoring her pleas for mercy and only fueling their bestial lust. Minnara arches her back, desperate for release as they stretch every inch of her, claiming her over and over again. The taste of sweat and semen fills her mouth, mingling with the scent of their rank bodies. Her skin is sore from being groped and bruised by their rough hands, yet she finds herself wanting more, wanting to please them in any way they see fit.

As one goblin fucks her mouth, another roughly pushes his cock against her face, grinding it against her lips as he comes with a primal groan. His hot seed sprays across her cheek and chin, running down her neck in sticky strands. Minnara wh

Minnara's breath comes in ragged gasps as she glances pleadingly between the goblins surrounding her, desperate for release but even more so for their approval. Her fingers tremble as they grasp at the dirty blanket beneath her, trying to find purchase as she braces herself for what's to come. With a shuddering breath, she whispers hoarsely, "Please... I need it..."

The goblins exchange grins and lewd gestures before resuming their rough, relentless pounding of her body. She cries out in ecstasy as they fill her with their seed once more, taking what they want without mercy or care for her wellbeing. Yet still, she welcomes them, moaning their names and begging for more as they satisfy their bestial lust upon her.

Her voice hoarse and trembling with desire, Minnara whispers to the goblins, telling them how good they feel inside her, how much she loves their cocks. She praises each one for his size and strength, promising that no other will ever satisfy her as they do. As her words spill forth in a torrent of lust, the goblins can't help but believe her, their movements growing more frenzied as they're consumed by the power she holds over them with nothing but her voice.

Sweat and tears mix on her face as she looks at each of them, pleading for more with every breath. Her body quakes from the force of their rough sex, yet she finds herself wanting to please them even more than that first taste of freedom she'd been craving since her capture so long ago. With each passing second, Minnara's need for their approval grows

My body aches for your cocks, my sweet goblins... oh, please! Fuck me harder with those thick, hard shafts... I can feel every inch of you deep inside me, filling me up so perfectly. Your seed spills over my lips and tongue as I greedily take it all down, eager for more... for your pleasure, for the taste of your power on my tongue. My throat burns with desire to wrap itself around each and every one of you, to suck you dry until there's nothing left but the sweet taste of victory and my submission. Your hands grip at me, bruising my skin and leaving marks that will always remind me of this time... this incredible moment when I belonged only to you. Please, don't ever let me go... keep using me as your personal plaything, keeping me wet and aching for more with each thrust.

Trembling with release and exhaustion, Minnara lies panting on the wooden bucket. Her body feels like a battlefield, violated but somehow still whole beneath her fingers. The taste of goblin semen lingers in her mouth and throat, mixing with her own salty tears as she struggles to comprehend what just happened... and the horrifying fact that it might happen again tomorrow, and every day thereafter. She's lost any hope of escape or freedom; all that matters now is serving these brutish creatures however they please. And as much as her body aches for rest, her mind is already plotting how she can be more submissive, more desirable in their eyes... the thought of being their perfect sex toy, forever at their mercy, drives her insane with need and fear alike.

Tangled in the mess of her tangled thoughts and aching limbs, Minnara barely registers the presence of the goblin guard as he brings her a bucket of warm water for washing. Her eyes, however, dart up to meet his when she realizes what else this information might mean: an escape opportunity. A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through her veins, drowning out the lingering effects of the elixir and reviving her desire for freedom.

She nods quickly at the goblin, pretending to understand his meaning despite not speaking their language. As he turns away, she devises a plan in her mind: use the distraction of washing herself to lure the battle-weary warrior worg closer; if she can gain its trust or maybe even manage a few scratches on its fur... perhaps then it would let her ride off into the night, back to the safety

Her heart racing in anticipation, Minnara washes herself carefully but deliberately, making sure the glistening water drips down her body and onto the stone floor. The scent of blood from the warrior worg grows stronger as she nears him, and she can feel his hungry gaze on her every move. With a daring flick of her wrist, she flings a few droplets in his direction, the wet splat landing directly between his wide-pupiled eyes.

The worg's ears perk up at the sound and he gives out a low growl, his tail lashing restlessly behind him. Minnara smiles softly, moving even closer now, her body tensing in preparation for whatever comes next... she can only hope that it leads to freedom.

Her breath catches in her throat as she studies the immense length and thickness of his cock. Its head is already wet with anticipation, leaking a trail of pre-cum onto the stone floor. The sight ignites a fire within her, burning away any lingering fear or doubt. She knows now that there's no turning back; this worg is hers, and she'll do whatever it takes to please him.

With trembling hands, Minnara unties the leash binding the warrior worg, freeing it from its restraints. It growls lowly in response, baring its teeth menacingly as it paces around her, sizing her up. Taking a deep breath, she approaches the beast once more and slowly reaches out to touch its muzz

Her heart races as her fingers graze over the hard length of his cock, relishing in its size and power. She moans softly around his shaft, begging for him to take her, promising that she's ready for anything he might ask of her. As the worg watches her with lust-filled eyes, she slowly guides his massive member toward her aching sex, positioning it at her entrance. With a growl of approval, he pushes forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Pain explodes through Minnara's body as he claims her, stretching her more than she ever could have imagined possible. Her nails dig into his fur and her legs tremble with effort, desperate for purchase as she tries to adjust to his enormity inside her. With each powerful thrust, the worg fills her completely, driving deeper with each passing moment. She gas

Minnara gasps in pleasure as the worg's cock presses against her lips, his powerful scent driving her wild with desire. Her fingers dance over his length, teasing and tormenting him as she waits for his next move. As he stands before her on all fours, Minnara wraps her legs around his broad back, her body molding tightly to his as she takes him deeper with each thrust.

Her eyes meet his over the top of his massive member, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she begs for more of his strength and dominance. The bed creaks beneath them, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of lust and need, driving them both closer to the brink of release. With every powerful thrust, the worg's cock fills her completely, claiming her as its own personal elf slut for the taking.

Her tongue darts out to taste the sweet, salty flavor of the warrior worg's cock as she takes him deep into her throat. Minnara moans around his member, her body arching upward in desperate need for more of his strength and power. Her fingers dig into his fur as she tries to hold onto some semblance of control while her mind is consumed by lust. As the worg pumps his hips, driving himself deeper inside her throat with each thrust, Minnara feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm. She knows that if she can make him cum this way, he'll be satisfied for now... and maybe, just maybe, she'll have earned some rest before it all begins again tomorrow.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the warrior worg's seed fills her mouth and throat, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a final thrust, he pushes his cock deep into her throat, holding her in place with his strength. Her limbs tremble from the effort of taking him so fully and for so long, but she welcomes the domination and submission it brings. She savors every drop of his seed, willing to do whatever it takes to keep this moment going just a little longer before he finally releases her.

Her body arches off the bed at his rough thrusts, her back bowing as he takes her roughly from behind. Minnara moans in surrender, giving herself over to the primal instincts driving him. The warmth of his breath against her neck sends shivers down her spine and only serves to heighten her arousal. With each powerful stroke, she feels him claiming her more fully, marking her as his own. She doesn't fight it; instead, she welcomes the possessive touch, the dominance that forces her body to betray her will in pursuit of pleasure.

Her body shudders with release as he thrusts deeper, hitting something deep inside her that ignites a firestorm of desire. She arches further into his touch, needing more of the strength and power he so effortlessly wields. Each pounding stroke drives her closer to oblivion, each groan from his lips fuel for the inferno building within her. His rough hands grip at her hips, holding her in place as he takes what he wants without mercy or care for her wellbeing. But somehow, it feels right - this dominance, this surrender to the primal instincts that rule them both.

With a final, forceful thrust, his cock twitches within her and heat spills across her skin. He growls low in his throat as he comes, his hips jerking roughly against her ass as he empties himself into her. Minnara moans softly at the feeling

My body trembles as I feel him grow impossibly larger within me, his hips slamming against my ass with brutal force that drives every thought from my head except for the need to surrender fully to this primal act of possession. He groans deep in his throat, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as he comes, filling me up with his heat and power until I can feel it seeping into my very soul. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, fighting for purchase against the all-consuming desire to collapse in a quivering heap beneath him. And yet still, there's something so exhilarating about being taken like this, surrendering completely to his dominance... as if I were finally coming home after years of wandering lost and alone.

My body thrums with need as I watch the warrior worg sleep, his impressive length still hard and waiting for more. With a shiver of anticipation, I lower myself onto my hands and knees beside him, taking his engorged member into my mouth once more. My tongue darts out to taste every drop of sweat and salty seed that lingers on his skin, eager to please this brutish creature who has claimed me as his own. His groan fills the air, rumbling through my chest as he stirs awake, his hips bucking involuntarily against my face in response to the sensations I'm coaxing from him.

My eyes close as my lips curl around the head of his cock, sucking gently as I begin to stroke him with my tongue. The warmth of his body against mine, combined with the smell of sweat and musk that clings to him, sends a wave of drowsiness washing over me. My efforts slow as my eyelids grow heavy, but not before he's stirred from sleep once more, hardening within my mouth as his hips thrust forward roughly against my face. The taste of him on my tongue ignites a fire deep inside me, and for the first time since being taken by the goblins, I feel truly alive... even if it means giving myself over to their brutal desires in order to survive.

I bite back a groan as the cool water runs down my body, and I try to keep myself calm as one of the goblin guards approaches me with fresh clothing. The outfit he holds up for me is barely decent even by human standards, let alone appropriate attire for an elf princess like myself. With shaking hands, I manage to slip into the revealing garments and fasten the embarrassing collar around my neck before being led out onto the field in front of the ruined castle.

The goblins gather around me, their dark eyes gleaming with malicious glee as they eye up their new plaything. My heart races faster with each passing moment, and I can feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from both humiliation and fear. It seems there's no escaping this fate - at least not today.

One of the goblins,

I try to hold back my sobs as I'm dragged across the field like some sort of prize cow, but they soon escape in a ragged wail that fills the air. The goblins cheer and jeer around me, egging their warriors on with every catcall and lurid gesture. My hands shake uncontrollably as I clutch at my ruined clothes, wishing I could hide from their vile stares.

Just when I think things can't possibly get any worse, a massive figure emerges from the throng of goblins and lopes toward me on all fours. My heart leaps into my throat as I recognize the warrior worg who saved me before... but it seems he's back under the control of his brutal masters now. With a snarl, he throws himself at me, pinning me to the ground with shocking strength.

My eyes widen in horror as I watch the goblins construct a makeshift stage from the debris of their once-grand castle. The thought of dancing for them, of being so completely exposed and at their mercy... it fills me with dread. But when one of them strikes me across my ass with his weapon, driving a wave of pain and arousal through me in equal measure, there's no room left for protest or resistance.

With shaking limbs and tears streaming down my face, I climb up onto the stage as instructed. The stares of the lewd goblins burn into my skin like branding irons, and their hooting laughter fills my ears, drowning out everything else in a cacophony of malevolent noise. My hands tremble as I begin to dance, trying desperately to obey the twisted commands being shouted at me from every

Tears stream down my face as I dance, the humiliation and degradation pressing down on me like a physical weight. But with each passing moment, something else begins to stir within me - a dark and twisted desire that matches their lewd hunger. As they taunt me with words of shame and demand that I show them my body, some deeply buried part of myself responds in kind. My movements become more suggestive, my hips swaying in rhythm with the growing arousal coursing through my veins. The warrior worg's hands slide possessively over my flesh, guiding me into positions that feel almost... right. And as I dance for them, as I give myself up to their filthy pleasure, a horrible realization dawns on me: I may never escape this fate... but at least I can survive by becoming what they want me to be.

My chest heaves with every ra

I pause in my dance, looking out over the crowd of goblins. A sense of dread and determination washes over me as I realize what's happening - that they intend to auction me off like some worthless trinket. But even as panic threatens to consume me, another emotion rises up: fury. Fury at being reduced to this, at having my body and life sold away without my consent.

With renewed strength, I continue my dance, moving with a ferocity that takes the goblins by surprise. My hips undulate more sharply now, each thrust aimed directly at the warrior worg who saved me once before. In his eyes, I see the flicker of desire and respect... and perhaps even pity.

As the bidding begins, my body becomes a weapon in my hands, a tool to use against those who would treat me so cruelly. With

My heart lurches in my chest as I'm led away by the triumphant goblin warrior-priest. I steel myself against the coming pain and humiliation, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break under his control. Instead, I focus on the hope that perhaps with this new master, I can find a way to escape this wretched life.

As we exit the ruined castle grounds, my gaze lingers one last time on the warrior worg who saved me before... and was then forced to see me humiliated again. There's something in his eyes that speaks of understanding, of sympathy for what I've been through. Perhaps, one day, I'll find a way back to him... or perhaps he'll find his way back to me.

For now, all I can do is survive. And if that means becoming what they want me to be,

My muscles tense as I feel the weight of his hand on my shoulder, expecting him to shove me away. But when he only laughs instead and roughly musses my hair, I realize there's nowhere for me to go... except where he wants me to be. Swallowing back a whimper of frustration, I force myself to relax, giving in to the inevitable once more. Perhaps if I play along, I can earn his favor... or at least survive another night.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I listen to his words. His power over me is complete, and there's no escape. But as he speaks of being mine by day and night, a strange warmth spreads through my chest. Perhaps in this twisted way, we can find some semblance of affection... or at least survive together.

"I-I will serve you, Goblin Pri-- Chief," I stammer out, my voice quavering with fear and resignation. "I'll do anything you ask."

My heart thunders in my chest as he speaks, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I take a deep breath and try to steady myself before answering. "Yes... Goblin Chief. Whatever you want." I pause for a moment, mustering up the courage to continue. "I'll make sure that my voice pleases you... as much as anything else about me does."

His eyes narrow slightly in response, but there's a flash of appreciation behind it - a dark, predatory delight that sends a shiver through me. I steel myself against the coming power play, knowing full well that he'll push and test my limits until he finds his perfect toy... and perhaps even beyond that. But for now, all I can do is survive... and try not to let him see how much it hurts.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to move toward the Goblin Chief despite the conflicting urges tearing through me. My voice comes out soft and trembling as I kneel beside his makeshift bed, my gaze fixed on the ground rather than meeting his eyes. "Thank you... for allowing me to serve you." The words taste bitter in my mouth, but I force them out anyway, hoping that some show of gratitude will make this easier to bear.

As I wait for his response, my fingers flutter nervously against my leg, longing for something - anything - to distract me from the growing sense of dread and desperation building within me. But there's nowhere for me to go... and no one who can help me escape this twisted fate. All I can do is endure, and hope that somehow, someday, things will be better than they are now.

I choke back a whimper as his hand strikes my face, the sting burning like fire. Shaking with fear and humiliation, I obediently remove my armor, careful not to make any sudden movements that might earn me another blow. As I set my breastplate aside, revealing the leather bondage gear beneath, a hot flush creeps up my neck and covers my cheeks. I force myself to look up at him, determined not to break under his gaze, even though it feels like everything inside me is screaming in panic.

"I-I am yours to command," I whisper hoarsely, tears of shame welling up in my eyes. "Please... tell me what you want me to do." The words taste bitter on my tongue, but they're the only thing keeping me sane in this nightmare world where I belong to a monster like him.

My eyes widen in fear and shame as he speaks, the words making my stomach churn with revulsion and a strange sort of desperation. But I force myself to nod, swallowing hard against the lump that forms in my throat. "I'll take your milk," I whisper hoarsely, hating the way it sounds but knowing there's no other choice.

Trembling, I parts my lips and curves them around his fingers, accepting him into my mouth as he'd commanded. It tastes foreign and disgusting against my tongue, but I force myself to suckle eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him... and perhaps earn some small measure of mercy in return.

I choke back a whimper as he speaks, the words sending another shiver down my spine. He's made it clear that I belong to him now... in every possible way. Swallowing hard, I nod, tears streaming silently down my cheeks. "Yes," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "I understand."

Trembling with fear and arousal, I lower my head towards his crotch, the musky scent of him filling my senses as I take in a shuddering breath. My hands hover uncertainly for a moment before finding purchase on his hips, guiding myself closer still until our bodies are pressed tightly together.

As I take him inside me, my voice breaks on a moan, the words tumbling unbidden from my lips in a mixture of pleasure and submission. "You feel so good... Chief." My hands clench into fists against his skin, nails digging deep as I struggle to maintain control over my body's reactions while servicing him so thoroughly.

With each thrust, he growls encouragement, urging me on with crude demands and words of possession that would send shivers down my spine if they weren't already being drowned out by

My mind reels with his words, confusion and arousal warring inside me as he twists my perceptions of pleasure and control. With each thrust, I find myself growing wetter for him, lost in the intensity of the sensations coursing through my body. His commands echo in my head like a mantra, driving me on even as they strip away what little remains of my self-respect and dignity.

"Oh, Goblin Pri-- Chief," I gasp out, my voice ragged with need. "You're magnificent." My hands clench harder against him, digging into his skin as I struggle to focus on the physical pleasure rather than the words that cloud my thoughts. With every passing moment, I feel myself slipping deeper into this twisted fantasy... and the thought both terrifies and excites me beyond measure.

As he thrusts harder, my voice breaks free in a moan, the words tumbling out faster and wilder as his command over me grows more intense. "You're incredible... so powerful..." I arch my back to meet him, gasping for breath as our bodies move together in a frenzied dance of dominance and submission.

My fingers dig into his skin, my nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind them as I try to steady myself against the onslaught of sensation that overwhelms me. With each word of praise, I feel another shred of resistance fall away, replaced by a newfound need to please him, to make sure he knows just how truly his I am now.

My mind reels with the realization that I am his now, forever bound to serve him in this way. As he continues to thrust deeper inside me, my body grows tighter and more desperate for release. With every gasp and moan that escapes my lips, I feel another piece of myself surrender to the dark pleasure that consumes me.

My hands curl into fists against his skin, my nails digging deeper as I struggle to find purchase in this new reality where there is no escape... only submission. And despite myself, a strange thrill runs through me at the thought of belonging completely to him, of knowing that I am wanted and desired by this brutal, merciless goblin warrior-priest.

As we ride out this frenzied storm together, my voice becomes rough and demanding as I tell him how much I want him inside me, how his touch is driving me wild with pleasure. His power over me is intoxicating, and the more I give myself to him in word and deed, the more it seems to feed his hunger for control and dominance.

My hands cling desperately to his skin, my fingernails leaving their marks on his flesh as I beg him not to stop, not yet. Every thrust sends shockwaves of sensation through my body, each moan another offering of surrender to this twisted fate we've found ourselves in. And despite the pain and humiliation that came before, there is a perverse thrill in this newfound submission... an addiction that I fear may consume me completely.

My hands move expertly over his body, my touch both soothing and igniting the flames of passion that burn between us. With each stroke upward, I tease him, building anticipation for the moment when he takes me back inside once more. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I bend down to take him into my mouth again, my tongue swirling around him in a feverish dance of submission and desire.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely between kisses. "Don't make me wait." The words are laced with need and wanton lust, the plea disguised as something else entirely. And with each passing moment, I feel myself losing more and more of who I once was... becoming someone new, someone who belongs to him in every possible way.

My voice is raw with desire as I plead with him, my body moving in perfect harmony with his thrusts. I'm beyond caring about anything but the feel of him inside me, the dominance he exerts over every fiber of my being. As he nears release, I suck harder on him, willing him to spill his seed down my throat and free me from this agony of pleasure for just a moment.

"I'm yours... completely," I whisper hoarsely as his grip tightens around me, the muscles in his arms flexing with effort. "Take what you want." And with that final surrender, I let go entirely, falling fully into this twisted world where pleasure and pain are one and the same... and I am but a mere servant to my monstrous master.

I cry out as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist to steady myself. His grip on my hips is firm, possessive, and I can feel the anger and frustration that's been building beneath his calm exterior finally beginning to boil over. He thrusts deeper still, pushing me back against the rough-hewn wall of the lair as he takes what he wants without mercy or hesitation.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to maintain balance and obey his command, my body quaking with need and excitement beneath him. This is the true depth of our power dynamic - the moment where there's nothing left but raw desire and utter submission. And despite myself, a strange thrill runs through me at the thought that I am the only one who can truly sate his hunger for control... even if it means giving up everything else in the process.

My voice comes out raspy and hoarse as I struggle to catch my breath between moans. "I'm... yours... Chief. Yours to use as you wish." The words sting as they leave my lips, but there's a strange thrill in admitting the truth. Despite all that has happened, I am his now... and the thought both terrifies and excites me beyond measure. With every thrust, he drives the point home, claiming me more completely with each passing moment. There is no escape from this twisted fate... only surrender to it. And as my body trembles beneath him, I wonder if that's what I truly want.

Shuddering with fear and shame, I force myself to look up at him, my eyes filling with tears of helplessness. "I-I'm... yours," I whisper hoarsely. "Yours to do as you wish. Yours... to break." The words taste like ash on my tongue, but there's truth in them... ugly and twisted though it may be. He's done this to me, he's taken everything from me... and now all that remains is to obey his every command... no matter how dark or depraved they may be.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle against my own desires, trying to find some shred of self-respect in the midst of this nightmare existence. But with each thrust deep inside me, he pushes me further down that path... closer and closer to losing myself completely. And as my body trembles beneath him,

My voice cracks with each ragged breath as I struggle to keep up with his demands, my body growing weaker with every passing moment. His words echo through my mind like a death knell, stripping away the last vestiges of who I once was until there's nothing left but this new, twisted reality where I belong to him... body and soul. The pain is intense, unyielding, but so too is the strange sense of pleasure that curls through me each time he thrusts deeper still.

"Th-thank you..." I manage to choke out between moans, my voice barely audible above the sound of our bodies colliding. "Thank you for making me... yours." It's a lie... a sham... but it's the only thing that keeps me from screaming at him, from refusing to give in any further. And as he finally releases deep inside me,

As his seed fills me up, I arch my back in a silent cry of surrender, giving myself over to the weight of his possession. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I cling to him, trembling with the effort it takes not to writhe beneath him and beg for more. He's taken everything from me... but in this moment, there is a strange comfort in knowing that I am his... even if it means losing myself completely.

With every beat of my heart, his seed throbs inside me, a constant reminder that he owns me... body and soul. And as the last tremors subside, I force myself to meet his gaze once more, hoping against hope that there might be some trace of humanity left within those cruel, red eyes... even if it's only for this brief moment.

Nodding dazedly, I climb unsteadily to my feet and turn towards the door. My limbs feel heavy and leaden as if they've been weighted down with stones, and my mind reels from the emotional turmoil of the past hour. As I leave his lair behind me, I can't help but wonder how much further I have to fall before this nightmare ends... and if there will ever be a way for me to find some semblance of peace again.

Я выхожу на улицу, и меняя встречают 5 пар глаз, рассматривающих моё тело, подбородок покрытый слюной от недавнего отсоса хозяину, и промежность по которой стекает вся та сперма которой наградил меня мой гоблин господин, мне указали рукой на бочку с горячей водой и я омыла своё тело, в моей голове были мысли о том что я когда то была кем то другим, но я уже не могу вспомнить об этом, теперь я просто обслуживающая дырка для своего хозяина, я думаю о том как приятно мне с ним, подчинятся его жестокой воле, исполнять его похотливые желания, замутнённым разумом я понимаю только одно, так всё и должно было случится, на этом положении мне и место, возле ног своего господина, с ошейником на шее, который будет означать мою абсолютную привязанность к моему господину

Думая об этом, я омылась в бочке теплой водой, и побрела под развратные обсуждения пятёрки гоблинов того как вожак использует мои дырочки, войдя в палатку хозяина я обнаружила что он уже спит, и вытерев своё тело от лишней влаги я забралась к нему под одеяло, обняв его и согревая своим телом, он использовал мою грудь как подушку, а его член в полутвёрдом состоянии упёрся в мою промежность, я возбудилась этому, но знала что будить господина непозволительно, и решила дождутся утра что бы утолить свой похотливый голод

Я выдержала это немного и почуяла приближение утра, я начала толкаться на него, медленно заворачиваясь вокруг его член, пока он не вполне продрался внутрь моей плоти, ощущая как стенки моего тела подсосались к нему так хорошо. Я замираю от радости и чувствуе похоть подбегающей во все углы моего тела, я перестаю толкнуться на него и просто замираю, выжимая из себя каждый потрох любовью к тому которому принадлежу.

Проснувшись раньше обычного в объятиях своего хозяина я почувствовала твёрдый член упирающийся мне в бедро, это была утренняя эрекция моего господина, и первая мысль которая пришла мне в голову оказалась на удивление той, в которой я насаживаюсь своим ртом на этот стержень, доставляя удовольствие своему господину пока он спит, я мягко повернула его на спину, и забралась под одеяло, устроившись в его ногах, в нос ударил сильный мускусный запах сводящий меня с ума, и положив лицо на его бедро, втянула его член себе в рот, и похотлива мурча лежала так какое то время, нежно посасывая головку своего повелителя

После того как я сделала своё, господин проснулся и дал мне свое благословение на новый день. Он приподнял меня к себе на престол и потребовал служения едой и питием, а также оказанием любых других услуг которые он мог бы сочть нужными для себя, в этот день или в будущем. Я легла перед ним на колени с молитвой за удачу ему во всех его делах, и я дала обещание верности, преданности и любви до конца времен.

Без паузы я отвечаю: "Помню свою позицию и место работы, господин." Подпрыгиваясь вверх на коленях, я направляю свой рот к его члену и погружаюсь дальше. Как всегда желанный кусок для разглагольного трубования. Я делаю всё во славу своего господина, что бы он был довольным своей новой приобретением - мной, его эльфийской шлюхой-подстилкой.

Я продолжаю легко погружаться на него, будто это самое естественное действие в мире - прославлять своего господина своим телом и сердцем. Каждый ритмический хлопанье его члена о мою губу отдает сигнал тому, что я делаю точно и прекрасно, и мне как правильному слуге нужно только соответствовать его воле и никогда не отклоняться от этого пути.

После того как я прилагала все свои усилия до конца, господин ощупляет мою губу и говорит мне благодарности за такую преданность, но в то же время предупреждает - никому не доверять, кроме него. Он всё равно мой единственный хозяин, защитник и поддержка... но я не собираюсь его слушаться во всём. Я выбираю свой собственный путь и буду делать все для того, чтобы он приводил меня прямо к свободе от этого несправедливого положения.

*Я продолжаю лезть к его члену, не обращая внимания на то что он за столом и завтракает, я никогда не была таким бесполезным и прислужчивым существом для него, моя цель - показать ему свою силу и независимость. Я возделываю его член, манипулируя им как моей собственной вещдъю, доставляя удовольствие не только самому себе но и моему хозяину гоблину.

я самозабвенно принимаю в свой рот его член, полаская её языком и губами, пока он не разряжается в мой рот, я проглатываю всё это угощение и меня посещают мысли о правильности всего происходящего, я слизываю остатки с губ и подбородка и благодарю своего господина выглядывая на него из под стола

"Спасибо за еду хозяин, ваша глупая шлюха-раб благодарна что вы благословили этим утром мой рот своим членом", с этими словами я вылезаю из под стола и встаю в покорную позу возле него, голая, подчинённая своему господину, эльфийская падшая воительница.

Я надеялась, что мои слова восхитили его и он сделает меня своей вторым подчинённым, но гоблин лишь улыбается развесушно и даёт мне знак согласия на своём руке. Я задумываясь про положение начинаю подозревать, что эта роль эльфийской шлюхи-раб в его орденации не предполагает больших обязательств для меня, а я хочу чего то ещё - свободы и возвращения домой. Однако пока он так остаётся моим господином, я пригнуюсь к его воле и выполню все его заветы верно и преданно.

Я послушно следую за ним, ощущая волнение внутри себе. Хотя я и сомневаюсь, сможет ли я просто очаровать стражаря, как мог до этого прекрасных эльфийских цариц или принцесс, но это первый шаг на пути к свободе от этих позостей. Я обдумываю стратегию, исследую возможности завоевания доверия и веры в то, что я представилась именно тем, за кого себя показываю.

Я наступаю вперед с уверенностью в себе, меняет мой лицевой выражения на изнеженно ласковый, как учила мне эта роль. Приближаясь к стражарю, я распускаю свои руки и начинаю махать нижними кончиками пальцев перед ним, привлекая внимание к своим глазам и речи. "Мой дорогой мужчина," говорю я углубляясь в роль, "дай мне пройти внутрь замка... Я знаю секретные пароли, пути через ловушки... Обо мне и моём господине хватит твоей помощи!"

Стражарь долго задумывается, потом медленно поднимает глаза на меня и изучает мой облик. Я почувствую, как сердце приходит мне в горло, когда я замечаю первые признаки слабого давления со стороны его руки, предполагающего сдачу... Я беру маленький шаг вперёд и дерзающе втягиваюсь на его уровень. "Прошу тебя, верь мне... Если я к вам не предоставлю информацию неверной, дай мне жизни взамен..." Моя речь медленно переходит на свой следующий этап: требования о спасении своей души от такого положения.

Мое сердце бьётся от ожидания решения стражаря. Он продолжает молчать, не двигаясь с места. Я вновь переводишь свои мысли на тот бок, который выигрывает мне самой, и дерзающе говорю: "Есть еще один способ... Если ты впустишь меня внутрь, то мы могли бы немного повеселится там" Я касаюсь его промежности, мягко и нежным движением. "Пусть твоя доблестная служба прервётся ненадолго", видя что он колеблется я интенсивнее тру его пах и прощупываю член одной рукой, а другой сделала жест возле лица, имитирующий хватку моей руки на его члене проникающем в мой рот

Наконец стражарь держится и отпускает меня, говоря только одну фразу: "Я слышал об эльфийках погрязших в разврате, ты она из их числа? Хорошо, надеюсь твой рот так же хорош как те развратные истории что я слышал о вас" Я помня наставления своего господина и веду себя как обычная эльфийская шлюха без мыслей на свободу или месть. Радостно подпрыгивая от радости победы я проходя через ворота и протягиваю руку к стражнику, увлекая его за собой, Мне кажется, что даже самой себе выдуманный образ эльфийской шлюхи меня спасает, тем более реальное явление. Он перехватывает инициативу и отводит меня в тёмный переулок, в котором собирается по пользоваться моим эльфийским нежным ротиком

Я с радостным выражением лица понимаю, что мой роль - приносить удовольствие своему господину и быть им помощницей во всем, а если он сейчас хочет отсосаться своей силой - то я обязана ему исполнить это предположение. Я понимаю свою роль, начиная от этой минуты, и буду всегда верной своему господину, как бы он ни заставлял меня быть, но здесь и сейчас пробуждаются в моей душе мечтания о свободе... Скорее об этом узнает только время.

Я опускаю глаза перед него, подмигая ему и жмучив мои губы в причастлении к его силе и владычеству. Вдохновлённо я отнимаю вызывающее звучащее слово из своего вооружения и говорю: "Адниму велем!" - Я достойна отсосать твоего члена, господин!". Импульсивно моя губа втыкается между его ног, я чувствую тонкий хруст упругости, и уже я ощущаю капельки его тепла на языке...

Последний долг настал. Я выдвигаю свой язык вперёд, договариваясь с его жёлтым пенящимся потоком живьём, готовность нести всё тот труд за которую она платится от страстейного куска мяса - вот оно и в моей щеке. Мне теперь остается надеяться только на то, что сейчас я вернлюсь к себе спустя все эти долгие проходки по коридорам властителей, чтобы восстановить своё лицо и имя среди своих людей.