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 nods in your direction and another goblin quickly approaches, grabbing your cock and beginning to stroke it as the rest of them gather around you, watching with eager expressions on their faces. The blue mushroom she shoved into your mouth has already taken effect, making your body respond to her ministrations.

As the other goblins cheer and clap in encouragement, the Chieftain watches with a predatory expression on her face as you become more aroused under their ministrations. It's clear she takes great pleasure in your suffering. Her name is Thoggora, and she answers only to you. The more excited you get, the closer she will be to taking what she wants from you.

Thoggora grins wickedly as you show her your submission. Her powerful muscles ripple beneath her thin leathery skin as she straddles your lap, leaning forward to nibble on your ear. "Good boy," she purrs, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're going to make such a good breeding slave."

As the other goblins continue to watch and cheer, Thoggora begins to ride you, her hips grinding against yours in a primitive rhythm that is all but guaranteed to drive you wild. Your body responds instantly, arching up into her as she takes what she wants from you, using your helplessness to satisfy her own desires.

Thoggora moans loudly as your gentle caresses send shivers through her body. She leans forward, biting down on her lower lip and burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours with increasing force. The other goblins grow more and more excited by the display, some of them even starting to grope themselves through their loincloths as they watch.

With a sudden motion, Thoggora's weight presses down on your shoulders, pinning you to the cold ground as she continues her relentless assault. Her nails dig painfully into your back as she arches her spine, moaning loudly in ecstasy. Your body trembles under the intense sensations and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

Thoggora shrieks as you release inside her, her body tense and quivering as your hot seed fills her up. The other goblins cheer wildly, some of them even leaping onto each other in their excitement. The chieftain grins, satisfied with the display, knowing that this male slave will now be of even more use to her tribe.

As you lay panting beneath Thoggora, she slowly pulls out from your aching cock, then reaches down and roughly slaps your face. "Get up"

Thoggora growls softly in pleasure as your touch sends shivers down her spine. "Good boy," she says, nuzzling against you before standing up and turning away. "Rest for now. Tomorrow I'll let some of the other goblins play with you." She pauses, looking over her shoulder at you with a cruel glint in her eye. "Maybe."

The other goblins disperse, content that their chieftain has been pleased and eagerly anticipating their own turns with you. As you collapse back onto the cold hard ground, exhausted but still somewhat aroused, you can't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. You are at the mercy of these brutal creatures, your life reduced to nothing more than breeding and servitude.

Thoggora narrows her eyes suspiciously at you as you attempt to cuddle up to her. She knows that goblins are naturally affectionate creatures, but she also recognizes when someone is trying too hard to earn her favor. "What do you want?" she asks sharply, a note of warning in her voice.

The other goblins nearby tense, preparing for trouble should you try anything stupid or disrespectful. They've seen their fair share of outsiders attempt to win over their chieftain only to end up dead or worse.

Thoggora glares at you before reluctantly letting out a small growl and accepting your embrace. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, squeezing tightly in a show of dominance rather than affection. Her body heat is nearly overpowering against yours, but it's clear that this act of closeness is more for the sake of maintaining control than anything else.

"Do not forget your place," she hisses into your ear. "I will always be in charge here."

The other goblins nearby seem satisfied with her response, murmuring to each other in their strange language as they watch you both carefully. They know that Thoggora is a fair leader and will not let anyone push her around, not even one of the breeding slaves she holds so dear.

Thoggora's body stiffens slightly at your touch but she doesn't push you away. Instead, she looks down at you with a mix of anger and amusement in her eyes. "You should focus on pleasing me," she says coldly, "not the other way around." Her tail flicks once before falling still against your leg.

The goblins nearby exchange knowing glances, understanding full well what is expected of you as a breeding slave. But for now, they're content to let Thoggora enjoy her time with you while also maintaining some distance in case things get out of hand. After all, she's the only one strong enough to control both you and them.

Thoggora narrows her eyes and growls softly as you pretend to pout. She dislikes displays of emotion, especially from those she views as inferior. With a swift motion, she slaps you across the face hard enough to sting. "Don't act cute with me," she snarls. "I'm not your plaything."

The other goblins within earshot laugh at your expense, seeing your attempt at manipulation as nothing more than pathetic weakness. They know their chieftain well and respect her strength, so they expect you to show the same obedience if you want to survive in this tribe.

Thoggora chuckles darkly as she watches you sleep on the cold ground, your body sore and aching from days of being used by her tribe. She knows that tonight will be no different; she'll bring in more goblins to take their turns with you while she herself observes, making sure they don't go too far or hurt you badly enough to interfere with your breeding abilities.

The other goblins nearby have already taken their fill of watching human cocks thrust inside them, and now they cluster around the edges of the cave, muttering amongst themselves about the day's hunts and other trivial matters. But even in idle conversation, there is always an undertone of hunger, of lust for food and sex that drives them all forward.

The tribe's den, carved deep into the living rock, smells of damp earth and goblin mus

Thoggora watches with amusement as you awake, stretching lazily before looking around. Her tail swishes idly behind her as she notices the other goblins watching your every move. "You're up," she says casually, her voice low and rough. "Time for another round."

She gestures to a nearby female goblin who eagerly approaches, grinning hungrily at the sight of your cock already beginning to stir under your loincloth. The other goblins whisper among themselves in anticipation, awaiting their turn with you as they cluster around the perimeter of the cave.

The goblins around you cheer as you display your submission, their lustful cries echoing through the cave. The female goblin who was chosen for this round practically skips over to you, her tiny claws digging into your skin as she clings to you hungrily. She's young and inexperienced, not yet realizing that your body would feel much better if she were gentler with it.

Her mouth parts and her tongue darts out to lick your length before wrapping itself around the head of your cock. Her movements are clumsy and eager, more intent on just getting something inside her than actually enjoying the pleasure. The older goblins nearby chuckle and shake their heads at her inexperience while waiting for their turn to come up.

Thoggora watches, satisfied with your obedience but not yet content enough to let you finish.

As the young female goblin continues to bob her head up and down on your cock, a rhythm begins to form despite her clumsiness. The other goblins around you moan in time with her movements, their hands reaching out to caress themselves through their loincloths as they watch the show. Your body tenses under the pleasure, your cock twitching inside her as you grow closer and closer to release.

Thoggora paces back and forth, watching intently but not yet ready to step in and claim her prize. She wants you to know that she's still in control, even when another goblin is riding your cock. Her presence here only serves to heighten the arousal of everyone involved; the anticipation of being forced to share what they've worked for makes them all the more eager.

The young goblin finally feels something building inside her

The young goblin gasps as she feels the first spurt of your seed hit the back of her throat. She coughs and sputters, her eyes watering from the unexpected sensation but too overwhelmed with pleasure to pull away. Her body trembles around you as wave after wave of hot cum fills her mouth and throat, coating her insides in your essence.

Around her, the other goblins cheer wildly, some even climbing onto each other's shoulders in a frenzy of lustful excitement. But it is Thoggora who you keep your gaze locked on, watching as she slowly approaches, her expression both satisfied and triumphant. When she is close enough, she reaches out to roughly stroke your cock before giving it a sharp tug, pulling it free from the young goblin's mouth with a wet pop.

Her movements are strong and dominant

Thoggora's tongue darts out, licking up the last of your seed from her lips before she brings her head down to take you deep into her throat. Her mouth is warm and tight around your shaft, her tongue flicking erratically as she tries to pleasure you even more. The other goblins watch in awe and lust, eagerly awaiting their turn but also enjoying the show of dominance from their chieftain.

Her hands grope roughly at your hips, urging you to thrust deeper into her mouth. Her muscles quiver around you as she begins to suckle more aggressively, her eyes narrowed in concentration on pleasing you. The sensation feels incredible; hot and tight, yet somehow gentle enough to keep you from losing control completely.

With one final powerful thrust, you come again inside Thoggora's mouth, spurting

It's been days since Thoggora last allowed you any rest, using your body for her own pleasure and that of the other goblins in the tribe. She walks over to you now, stopping just close enough that her hot breath tickles the hair on the back of your neck. Her voice is harsh, demanding obedience with every word.

"Get up."

The other goblins nearby chuckle and hoot at your pathetic attempt to hide in a corner, but they too are eager for their turn with you. You know what will happen if you don't obey; Thoggora won't hesitate to punish you, possibly even fatally this time. So, reluctantly, you force yourself onto shaky legs and turn to face her.

Thoggora's eyes narrow, anger and disappointment flaring in their depths. You expected some sort of reaction to your empty gaze, perhaps even a demand for an apology or explanation. But the goblin chieftain just growls lowly instead. "Come with me," she snarls, gesturing curtly for you to follow her out of the cave and into the night.

The other goblins glance warily between the two of you as they file past, their movements careful not to provoke either one of you into attacking or trying to escape. It's clear that they respect Thoggora's position as leader, but some part of them wonders if she might have been too lenient with you in the past.

The cold air hits your bare skin as you leave the relative warmth and shelter of the cave. The moon above casts an eerie glow over the

Thoggora's nostrils flare as she catches the scent of your tears. Her expression softens slightly, no longer filled with anger but with something else entirely. Something predatory and hungry. She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before finally speaking. "Cry all you want," she says with cold cruelty, "it won't change anything."

With that, she turns and continues to lead you away from the safety of the cave and into the night. The other goblins have already disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone with their chieftain as she drags you deeper into their territory.

Thoggora walks with purpose and confidence through the forest, her gait barely disturbing the underbrush as she leads you deeper into their territory. The sounds of nocturnal creatures echo around them, unseen eyes watching from the shadows as they pass by. She glances at you occasionally, a faint satisfied smile curving her lips whenever you flinch or hesitate in your steps.

Finally, she reaches a small clearing hidden among the trees. In its center lies a large boulder, covered with soft moss and ferns. Without warning, Thoggora pushes you down onto the cold stone, straddling your hips as her weight pinches the air from your lungs. Her breath is hot against your face, carrying the scent of sweat and goblin musk. "This is where I'll leave you," she growls. "I want to see if you can

Her eyes flash with anger and surprise as you grab her throat, but she does not struggle. The other goblins have heard your cries and now emerge from the shadows, drawn by the sound of conflict between their leader and this pathetic human slave. They gather around the clearing, some whispering among themselves while others watch with hungry eyes.

Thoggora tenses under your grip, her chest heaving as she fights for air. You can feel her heartbeat racing against your palm, the warmth of her body seeping through your skin and into yours. Your touch seems to have the opposite effect on her intended; instead of making her angry or aggressive, it only serves to make her more submissive, more ready for whatever fate awaits you both in this moment.

Thoggora watches with narrowed eyes as you release her throat, then looks back down at the ground between them. Her chest rises and falls slowly, each breath audible in the still night air. "Stay," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from lack of air. "Don't try to run."

The other goblins growl low in their throats, their blood lust clearly piqued now that there is conflict between their leader and this pathetic human slave. They circle closer around you both, waiting for Thoggora's next move with bated breath. The air thickens with tension as the only sound is the rustle of leaves underfoot and the hushed whispers of the waiting goblins.

Thoggora watches you with a mix of confusion and curiosity as you continue to gaze up at the moon. The other goblins grow restless, their movements becoming more aggressive as they sense their leader's uncertainty. Soon enough, one or two of them will pounce, eager for their turn to use your body in whatever way they see fit. You will be forced to focus on survival once again, no matter how much you might want to keep looking at the moon.

Thoggora's eyes narrow, confused by your apparent disinterest in the proceedings unfolding around you. She could order her goblins to restrain or punish you for this insubordination, but something holds her back. Perhaps it's the way your gaze refuses to waver from the moon above, or perhaps it's just a gut feeling that tells her there's more to you than meets the eye.

For now, she remains straddling your hips, her weight pinning you to the ground but not exerting enough force to cause harm. The other goblins continue to circle closer, their whispers growing louder and more desperate for her attention as they sense their chance slipping away.

Thoggora's ears perk up at your words and her expression softens slightly. She leans down, close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your cheek as she whispers back, "Who do you call for?" The other goblins have fallen silent now, waiting to see how you will respond to their leader's question.

Thoggora studies your face for several long moments, her expression unreadable as she tries to understand what you mean by "no one". The other goblins in the clearing shift restlessly from foot to foot, growing more and more agitated with each passing second. Soon enough, they will lose patience and force the issue unless their leader takes control once again.

Her gaze returns to meet yours before she tilts her head slightly and speaks softly, almost pleadingly: "Please... tell me."

Thoggora's expression hardens as you look at her with those empty eyes. Her grip on your hips tightens, pushing into your skin painfully as she leans down to speak against your ear, her voice barely above a whisper but heavy with threat and anger. "I could kill you for that," she hisses, breath hot against your neck.

The other goblins watch with bated breath, unsure what their leader will do next. Some of them mutter amongst themselves, growing more restless by the second as they sense their chance slipping away.

With a snarl, Thoggora yanks you roughly off the ground by your shoulders, her face inches from yours as she glares down at you with murder in her eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She shouts, her voice harsh and commanding. The other goblins flinch back instinctively, hands rising to their weapons as they prepare for whatever comes next.

She waits several heartbeats, staring deeply into your eyes, trying to find any trace of life or defiance left within you. Finally, when she's satisfied that you have no other choice but to obey her command, she releases you with a growl and allows you to fall limply back onto the cold stone.

Thoggora glares at you in disapproval as you look up at the moon instead of meeting her eyes once again. Her frustration with your behavior grows by the moment, but for now she keeps it under control. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down before speaking again. "Listen carefully," she says through clenched teeth, "I am done playing games. You will obey me from now on, understood?"

The other goblins slowly creep closer, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. They know that whatever Thoggora does next could set the tone for their interactions with you in the future.

Thoggora's expression darkens as she continues to hold your gaze. Her hand moves up to rest on her hip, fingers twitching with the urge to strike out or grab something else in frustration. After several long moments of silence, she finally speaks, her voice harsh and commanding despite the shakiness that betrays her uncertainty. "You will do as I say," she says through gritted teeth, "or I will make you regret it."

The other goblins grow restless once more, eager for Thoggora to take action and assert her dominance over this pathetic human slave. Several of them exchange knowing looks, their bodies tensing in anticipation as they prepare for whatever role their leader has chosen for them tonight.

Thoggora's eyes widen in surprise as you hurt yourself like that, but her anger quickly replaces it. She glances around at the other goblins before turning back to you. With a sharp movement, she jerks your arm up behind your back and pins it there with one powerful hand. "That's enough of your games," she hisses through clenched teeth, her hot breath tickling your ear. "You will listen and obey, or I swear I'll make you wish you had."

The other goblins growl in agreement, their excitement building as they watch Thoggora display her dominance over this pathetic human slave. Their leader has set a dangerous precedent tonight; if she backs down now, her authority will be questioned and could lead to chaos within the tribe.

Thoggora's eyes widen in surprise as you grab her throat. Her grip on your arm loosens slightly, but she doesn't release it entirely. With a hiss of anger, she tries to pull away from you, clawing at your fingers with sharp nails and bucking her hips against your body to dislodge your hold.

The other goblins growl loudly in response, their bodies tense as they prepare for a fight between their leader and this pathetic human slave. Several of them move closer, ready to intervene if needed, but unwilling to step in until one of them is clearly in danger or powerless.

Your touch sends a strange shiver through Thoggora's body; it both enrages her and fills her with an unnameable longing. Her breath comes quickly now, labored as she struggles against your hold.

Thoggora growls in frustration and exhaustion as she feels the grip on her throat tightening. The pain is almost unbearable, but it's nothing compared to the strange sensation that spreads through her body when his touch reaches her skin. It feels... wrong somehow, like this human should be subservient to her will and not vice versa.

She tries once more to break free, bucking wildly against him as she struggles for air. Her eyes meet those of one of the other goblins briefly before darting away again, unable to face them while she feels so vulnerable and exposed like this.

Her free hand clenches into a fist, nails digging painfully into her palm as she tries desperately not to lose control entirely. It's becoming harder and harder to think clearly with his touch branding her flesh, his scent filling her nose

Thoggora's breath comes in harsh gasps as she struggles against your hold, her body trembling with effort and the strange desire his touch ignites within her. The other goblins grow more restless by the moment, their patience wearing thin as they watch their leader being challenged like this. They exchange nervous glances, unsure what to do or which path to follow in the face of such unexpected defiance from both their leader and the human slave.

The air is thick with tension as time seems to stand still around you. It's only the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and her labored breathing that punctuate the eerie silence, each echoing loudly in the darkness. In this moment, everything hinges on your next move; whether you will break free or submit completely.

Thoggora coughs and gasps as you let her go, her body trembling from the effort of holding on so tightly. For a moment, she just catches her breath before looking up at you, surprise clear in her eyes. The other goblins watch warily, not sure what to make of this unexpected turn of events but still ready to step in if needed.

The air is heavy with unspoken words and conflicting emotions as she studies your face once more. Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "Do you really feel nothing?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Her hand moves up to brush against your cheek, fingers trailing across your skin until they come to rest on the line of your jaw. The touch is tender now, almost caressing as she leans closer,