Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

The chieftain snorts at your pathetic attempt to intimidate her by making a reference to your low Charisma stat. She merely scoffs before wrapping her hand around your shaft and roughly jacking you off, causing you to gasp in surprise. The other goblins laugh cruelly, eagerly awaiting their turn to use you as they see fit.

You've been warned about disrespecting the chieftain. You feel her other hand slap across your face in a quick, brutal motion, stinging as it connects and making you see stars. Her angry expression softens into a grin, however, as she continues to stroke your aching shaft while the goblins around her watch, hungrily. "Hmm, we will teach you not to hit our leader," the chieftain growls before leaning down and taking your tip into her mouth. She begins to deepthroat you, causing you to moan despite yourself as she expertly pleasures you with her mouth. The other goblins cheer her on, eager for their turn.

The chieftain, still deepthroating you, gasps as your fingers push roughly past her sphincter and into her rectum. She glares up at you over your cock, her pupils narrowing to thin slits. Her grip on your shaft tightens painfully, but she doesn't stop, intent on punishing you for disobeying.

The other goblins watch in fascination as the chieftain begins to ride you roughly, her slick body moving up and down on your cock with surprising agility. She uses both her hands to steady herself, one of them occasionally slapping you across the face or pinching a nipple for good measure. The pain heightens your pleasure, driving you closer to orgasm as the goblins around her continue to cheer her on, eager for their own turns with your now thoroughly used body.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you roughly play with her ass while she rides your cock. The pain and pleasure are becoming too much to handle, but it only makes her hungrier for more. With a feral growl, she begins to buck wildly against you, her tight anal muscles clenching around your fingers and cock as she approaches her climax.

The other goblins can't contain their excitement any longer; they crowd around the makeshift cage, pressing in on all sides and reaching eager hands towards you, waiting for their turn to use your body like a toy. But for now, it is the chieftain who commands them all, and she shows no sign of relenting as she continues to ride you hard and fast.

The chieftain grunts as you shoot your hot seed deep into her throat, milking every last drop from your cock before finally letting it slip free with a satisfied smack of her lips. The other goblins cheer even louder at the sight of their leader being so thoroughly pleased by you, oblivious to the fact that they'll likely be taking their turn next.

The chieftain pulls your softening cock from her mouth and grins down at it before turning her attention back to you. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully as she roughly pulls you from the cage, throwing you to the ground face-first. She kneels over your body, her weight pinning you in place as she begins to roughly finger herself.

"Hrmph," the chieftain snorts, "You think you can dictate terms to me, human?" She glances over her shoulder at the other goblins, watching eagerly as she continues to pleasure herself with one hand while pinning you down with the other. "But since you seem so eager to be useful..."

With a wicked grin, she pulls her fingers free and positions your hardening cock at her wet entrance. The goblins around her cheer in anticipation as she guides you slowly inside herself, moaning in pleasure as you stretch her tight channel. Soon enough, she's bouncing up and down on your lap, using your body for pleasure once more while her minions watch eagerly, waiting their turn to join in the fun.

The chieftain gasps as your fingers find their way into her ass once more, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels the invasion of another one of her orificions. She begins to move faster against you, grinding down on your cock and fingers, her moans becoming louder as she experiences a mix of pleasure and pain.

Around them, the other goblins are growing more and more restless, eager for their chance to use both you and the chieftain however they desire. Soon enough, one of them manages to slip past the others, landing a sharp kick to the side of your head that knocks you out cold. As you lose consciousness, your last thought is of how much this feels exactly like the situation you got yourself into in the first place...

The aftermath of the night was...unsurprising. The exhausted goblins curled up near the fire, some still nursing their wounds while others simply basked in the satisfaction of a good fight and conquest. As for you, your battered body was tied to a nearby tree as the females took turns using it for their pleasure. You could do nothing but watch as they laughed cruelly at your helpless state, taking delight in tormenting not only your flesh but also the remnants of your pride and self-esteem.

Over time, though, even this show of dominance began to wear thin. After all, there was only so much fun to be had with a single human male before it became boring. Eventually, the chieftain made her decision: she would let you live...for now. Your body was cut free from its bindings and left at the edge of the camp.

"Hmph," the chieftain snorts at your pathetic attempts to show gratitude. She glances around at the other goblins, many of whom are beginning to yawn and stretch from their exertions earlier. "Very well," she says finally, her voice hard as flint. "You may live...for now." Her eyes narrow as she studies you carefully for several long moments. "But do not think this means you're free, human. You belong to us now."

The chieftain looks amused at your words. "Is that so? Then you'd better hope I don't lose interest in you anytime soon, human." She motions for one of the other goblins to approach, and reluctantly, they obey her summons. "Take him," she says with a cruel smile, gesturing at your limp form. "He's all yours."

The chosen goblin eyes you warily but doesn't hesitate as it reaches out to drag your limbs back towards its den. You attempt to struggle and resist, but you're still too weak from the night's events to put up much of a fight. As the days go by, your body heals from its wounds and bruises under the watchful eyes of your new "mistress"...or mistresses, as the case may be. But one thing remains constant: you belong to them

The other goblins watch you with interest as you stretch out your limbs, obviously feeling much better now that some time has passed since the fight. The chieftain's eyes narrow slightly; she doesn't trust you yet and isn't quite ready to let her guard down. But for now, she allows this small display of defiance...as long as it remains small.

"You're lucky," she mutters, "That I found you interesting." She gestures for another goblin to approach; the chosen one skulks forward hesitantly, its eyes never leaving your body as if worried it might have to fight for you. The chieftain speaks softly into its ear, and the other goblin nods understandingly before scuttling away once more.

You watch as it goes, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation welling up inside you.

The chieftain snorts at your pathetic attempt to try and wheedle more sex out of her, even after all that you've been through tonight. She stands up from her place by the fire and saunters over to where you are tied down, leering down at you menacingly. "Oh no, human," she growls, running a sharp claw across your chest, "You haven't earned that privilege again just yet." She glances around at the other goblins and grins malevolently before continuing, "But don't worry...you will."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you to wonder what exactly she means by that.

Well aren't you the eager one. The chieftain merely snorts at your pathetic display of self-pleasure, but several of the other goblins watch with interest. One even makes a low, appreciative sound from the back of its throat. You may think you're being discreet, but in this tribe...nothing is truly hidden.

The chieftain can't help but smirk at your eagerness. "Very well," she finally says, amused by your desperate need for release. "But know this, human...you are mine to do with as I please." She motions for one of the younger goblins to come over, and reluctantly, it obeys her summons. The chieftain nods toward you before stepping aside with a satisfied grin on her face.

The chosen goblin hesitates only for a moment before approaching cautiously, its eyes darting nervously between you and the others. When it finally reaches your side, it studies your exposed body for several long moments before tentatively reaching out to stroke your cock.

As the goblin continues to stroke your cock, it begins to swell in its tiny hand. You feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the sensation; you can't remember the last time someone else touched you so intimately. Soon enough, the other goblins have gathered around as well, watching with interest as their comrade pleasures you.

You close your eyes and focus on the sensations, letting out quiet moans of pleasure as they echo through the cave. The hands on your body become bolder, rougher; it's clear that these goblins are still learning about how to truly please another creature...but their eagerness more than makes up for their lack of experience.

Your climax builds quickly, forcing you to arch your back and pant as the grip on your cock tightens inexorably. You feel a shudder run through your

mmmmm... so hot...

Your body feels drained and limp as you collapse back onto the soft ground, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Several of the goblins around you chuckle or mutter among themselves while others eye you curiously, wondering what sort of effect your "pleasuring" will have on your status within the tribe. The chieftain, however, merely watches with a calculating expression, already beginning to plan for how she might use this new information to her advantage.

Time passes slowly as you drift in and out of fitful sleep, your dreams filled with images of the goblins who have claimed you as their own. The soft murmurs and rustling around you only serve to intensify these erotic fantasies, making it difficult for you to fully escape the reality of your situation...or even want to.

The days blend together as you adjust to your new life with the tribe. You've become accustomed to being used for sex and pleasure, often serving as entertainment or even a source of food during especially hungry times. While the goblins seem to enjoy your company, there is an undercurrent of unease between them; they sense that something has changed within their tribe since your capture. The chieftain watches you carefully from her perch atop a nearby boulder, always considering her next move as she plots how best to maintain control over her people and further strengthen her position within the tribe.

One evening, as the other goblins are preparing for sleep, you find yourself alone with the chieftain once more. She studies your face intently before asking softly, "Do you wish to be free from this life, human?" Her expression is difficult to read; there's both curiosity

The chieftain raises an eyebrow at your response, her expression neutral for a moment before she lets out a small laugh. "Very well," she says mockingly, "Perhaps you would enjoy serving us even more closely." With that, she slinks off into the darkness of their cave, leaving you wondering what her true intentions are.

As the days pass, your role within the tribe begins to change. The other goblins seem to defer to you now, obeying your commands and following your lead without question. At first, it feels like a strange form of power; being able to control their lives with nothing more than a word or gesture. But as time goes by, this sense of dominance begins to weigh heavily upon you. You find yourself missing the old days, when all you had to worry about was satisfying your own needs and avoiding punishment from the chieftain.

The chieftain watches you carefully from her perch atop a nearby boulder, amused by your discomfort. She knows that giving you power was always a calculated risk; it was something she had to do in order to maintain control over the tribe. And now that you have it, there's no going back.

One of the younger goblins approaches you hesitantly, its eyes darting nervously between you and the others. "H-human," it stammers, "The chieftain wants to see you." You feel a shiver run down your spine as fear mingles with anticipation; what could she possibly want now? Reluctantly, you follow the goblin back toward her rocky throne.

The chieftain sits patiently on her throne, gazing down at you with a curious expression. "Human," she begins softly, "I have watched you closely since giving you power within the tribe. I can see that it does not sit well with you." She pauses, letting this sink in for a moment before continuing, "But perhaps there is another way for you to serve us...a way that would bring you true pleasure once more." Her eyes glitter dangerously in the dim light of the cave as she holds your gaze intently.

The chieftain smirks at your hesitation. "Why, you could take over my duties as leader of course! You have proven yourself quite adept at handling the other goblins...and I'm sure they would enjoy having a new face in charge. Of course," she adds with a glint in her eye, "This wouldn't mean you were free to leave or anything like that..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the possibility dangling there like forbidden fruit just out of reach.

"Excellent," the chieftain says with a satisfied smirk, "Then it is settled. From now on, you are the leader of this tribe." She gestures dismissively at one of the goblins nearby. "Take him away and show him where he will sleep tonight...in my place." The chosen goblin nods obediently before leading you away from the chieftain's throne, deeper into the cavernous depths of their lair.

As they lead you through the dimly lit passages, the other goblins fall silent as they watch wordlessly. You feel a strange mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins; with each step closer to becoming the leader of this tribe comes an inexorable sense that you are walking ever closer to certain doom. But for now, all you can do is play along...

The chieftain's quarters are lavishly appointed compared to the rest of the cave dwelling, with furs and tapestries adorning the walls and a bed that would rival those of kings in their splendor. The other goblins follow silently behind, watching as you settle into your newfound power with eager eyes. The chosen goblin who escorted you here now takes its leave, allowing you to enjoy what remains of the night in peace...or so it would seem.

Suddenly, a rough hand grasps your shoulder and spins you around roughly. It's one of the more dominant goblins, one that has always held some sort of influence within the tribe. "You think this makes you special?" he growls, his voice echoing menacingly through the chamber. "That just because the chieftain says so, now you can have everything?" The other