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.

"Look at that delicious human!" The goblin chieftain exclaims, walking up to your cage with a satisfied smile on her face. "I've been saving you for last." She pauses for a moment before adding cruelly, "But first, let's get rid of some of this excess energy."

As if in response, several goblins suddenly rush forward at once and begin tearing at your cage, eager to have a piece of their fresh meat. With a few powerful swings from the chieftain's mighty axe, the cage collapses beneath you and you tumble out onto the cold hard ground, landing on all fours in front of her. "Now then," she hisses, crouching down to be level with your face, "let's see what kind of breeder you can be." With that, she snaps her fingers and

The chieftain narrows her eyes at your display of affection. Even though she's a female herself and you're not the one she wants, it still irritates her that you might show such preferences for someone else in her tribe. A few angry shrieks erupt from nearby goblins who witness this act, urging them to take action against you. However, the chieftain merely laughs and raises a hand to silence them before speaking once more... "You dare show affection for another?" She says accusingly, glaring deeply into your eyes. "You'd better hope that you please me well enough or else I might just decide to let them have a go at you too." Her grip tightens painfully around your throat as she leans in close once more. "Understand?"

Her hand flexes, cutting off air to your lungs and leaving you gasping

The goblins watch as their chieftain returns with you in tow, her muscles taut and an aura of dominance surrounding her. She's been training hard these past few days; not only has she grown stronger but also faster. The younger goblins eye her hungrily, wishing they could experience her power firsthand.

As the chieftain approaches the center of their makeshift camp, the other goblins part ranks to give her room. Her gaze sweeps over them, assessing their readiness before finally settling on you. You try not to look too terrified as your breath comes in short, ragged gasps from where she's been choking you moments ago.

"Human," she growls, "I am going to enjoy using you." Her hand snaps up and cuffs you across the face hard enough to send stars dancing

The chieftain's laughter fills the air as she slaps you again, hard enough to make your teeth clack together. "You are my toy," she says through wheezes of amusement, "my breeding slave." Her hand curves into a fist and pummels you mercilessly, over and over again until you're nothing but a bloody, broken mess on the ground. And yet still you try to fight back, your defiance only making her laugh even harder.

Finally, she tires of the game and hauls you roughly to your feet by your hair, forcing you onto all fours in front of her. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "Now show me what a good little breeder you can be." With that, she mounts you roughly from behind, her wet heat enveloping you and forcing you deeper into the unforgiving grip of her sex

As you writhe beneath her, the chieftain takes hold of your hair and forces your head back, exposing your throat to the cool night air. "Struggle all you want," she growls through gritted teeth, "but remember who's in control here." Her hips begin to rock faster and harder against you, driving her onto your aching cock with a wet, squelching sound that fills the air.

Around them, the rest of the tribe watches on, some jeering and mocking, others simply observing with curiosity. A few even take bets on how long it will be before you manage to impress the chieftain enough for her to allow another goblin to have a turn. But no matter what they say or think, there's no escape: You are theirs now, and they mean to enjoy every last bit of you.

The goblins are surprised to see you alive; it's been a while since they last laid eyes on their former breeding slave. Some chuckle and taunt, but there's an undercurrent of respect in their voices as well. You, after all, managed to survive this long under the brutal conditions imposed by their tribe.

The chieftain watches you for a moment longer before addressing her followers. "Bring him," she growls, gesturing towards one of the younger goblins in her tribe. The chosen male obeys without question, grabbing your arm roughly and dragging you back to where their chieftain sits on her throne-like pile of furs.

As you're forced onto your knees before her, the chieftain's gaze sweeps over your battered form once more. "I thought I'd rid

The chieftain's laughter fills the air as she slaps you again, hard enough to make your teeth clack together. "You are my toy," she says through wheezes of amusement, "my breeding slave." Her hand curves into a fist and pummels you mercilessly, over and over again until you're nothing but a bloody, broken mess on the ground. And yet still you try to fight back, your defiance only making her laugh even harder.

Finally, she tires of the game and hauls you roughly to your feet by your hair, forcing you onto all fours in front of her. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "Now show me what a good little breeder you can be." With that, she mounts you roughly from behind, her wet heat enveloping you and forcing you deeper into the unforgiving grip of her sex

The chieftain's eyes narrow as she notices something different about your gaze. Your eyes...they're blank, white, and unreadable. A shiver runs down her spine as the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. She frowns, studying you carefully for a moment before leaning in close once more, her hot breath tickling your ear. "What did they do to you?" she growls quietly, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of menace nonetheless.

Her hand snakes out to cup your cheek, roughly turning your head so that she can see your face clearly in the dim torchlight. Her other arm wraps around your chest from behind, pinning you tightly against her as she searches for any sign of defiance or resistance...but finds nothing. No emotion at all.

"Speak," she hisses, her voice

The chieftain's eyes widen with horror as she hears your reply. She had been so focused on finding defiance in you, that she hadn't considered the possibility of something...broken. Her grip on your face and body loosens slightly as her gaze darts around the room, searching for someone, anyone, who might have caused this change in you.

But there are no answers to be found here; the other goblins watch on silently, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief mirroring hers. They don't understand what has happened to you any more than she does. As her confusion turns to panic, her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that only serve to further agitate your bruised ribs and sore muscles.

Without another word or even a struggle from you, the chieftain roughly dismounts from your body, pushing you away

The chieftain stands and turns her back on you, walking slowly away. She doesn't know what to do with you now; she can't bring herself to kill you, but nor does she want anything more to do with your broken body. Maybe if she left you alone long enough, something would return to normal...

Her thoughts are interrupted by one of the female goblins from their group approaching her cautiously. "Chief?" She says hesitantly, glancing in your direction before returning her gaze to the leader. "There's another group of humans nearby; I think they're a different tribe."

The chieftain stops walking and slowly turns back around, meeting the other goblin's eyes. The conflict written on her face is obvious even in the dim light. On one hand, she could attack them for taking their food and livelihood...but on the other, maybe they hold

The chieftain watches you with a mix of anger and pity, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight of your injuries. "Very well," she growls at last, "I will lead an attack on them tomorrow." She turns to the other goblins, her voice regaining its commanding tone. "Prepare for battle! We will reclaim what is ours!"

As the rest of the tribe begins to scurry around, readying themselves and their weapons for the coming confrontation, you find yourself ignored once more. The chieftain doesn't seem interested in punishing you further, but neither does she show any sign of mercy or compassion. You are simply an afterthought amidst her concerns about territory and dominance.

You lay there on the cold ground, your eyes serrating over from the pain and exhaustion, barely registering the world around you

As you wander aimlessly through the darkness, tears streaming down your face from your bloodshot eyes, you notice something strange. There are markings on the walls - crude drawings of goblins in various poses and positions...and humans as well. Some look like they were meant to be you, with similar build and coloration. You wonder if these images hold any significance for your tribe; if perhaps they served some sort of ritual purpose or indicated ownership over certain territories.

Intrigued despite yourself, you continue to explore the cave, trailing your fingers along the walls as you search for more of these markings. The sounds of battle outside have long since died down, replaced by the quiet hum of activity within; it seems that everyone has returned from their victorious skirmish except for you.

The chieftain studies your face for a long moment before finally speaking. "I understand that you are in pain... but know this, human. You will serve us until the day you die." Her voice is cold and unyielding, yet there's a note of darkness in it as well - perhaps hinting at the twisted admiration she feels for your resilience.

She gestures towards one of her lieutenants, a female goblin with vicious scars across her face and body. "From now on, you will belong to her." The lieutenant's eyes light up at this declaration, her sharp teeth glinting in the torchlight as she licks her lips hungrily. You feel a chill run down your spine.

With that, the chieftain turns and walks away, leaving you in the hands of this cruel female. The other goblins part to let her

The chieftain narrows her eyes at your words before finally speaking. "Your blindness will be of no use to you here. You will serve us regardless, and if it means that you must endure further pain and suffering..." Her voice trails off ominously as she pauses to let the implied threat sink in.

With a final parting glare, she turns her attention back to overseeing the preparations for your new "life" within the tribe. The other goblins mutter among themselves, their eyes fixed warily on you and the lieutenant who now looms close by, eagerly awaiting her chance to claim you as her own.

The lieutenant narrows her eyes as you slump to the floor. "Get up," she growls, kicking you hard in the ribs for good measure. You cry out in pain and roll onto your side, curling into a ball. She watches you for a moment longer before finally taking pity on you, at least enough to help you back onto your feet once more.

"Come with me," she says curtly, leading you away from the rest of the tribe. As you stumble along behind her through the darkness of the cave, you can't help but wonder where she's taking you and what fate awaits

"Oh!" the chieftain exclaims, looking down at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well, that's quite...unfortunate." She claps her hands together slowly, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, she nods and turns to one of her lieutenants. "Bring him to me."

The lieutenant hesitates for a moment before bowing her head submissively and walking over to you. With a rough grip on your arm, she hauls you roughly back to where the chieftain stands. You feel helpless and vulnerable as you're dragged across the cold stone floor like nothing more than an injured animal.

"What happened here?" The chieftain asks calmly, her gaze traveling from your bloodied form to that of the lieutenant who's still holding onto you. She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

The chieftain's eyes widen in anger as she sees you vomit blood. "What have you done?" she demands, her voice dripping with menace. She glances from the lieutenant who brought you to her to one of her other lieutenants, who stands nearby. "Take him away and dispose of his body," she orders, her tone making it clear that there is no room for disobedience or mercy here.

As the second lieutenant steps forward to obey, the chieftain turns back to the one who was holding you. "And as for you..." Her voice trails off ominously before she finishes with a cold smile, "...you've done well. You have proven yourself worthy of my favor."

The chieftain surveys the gathered goblins with a satisfied grin before addressing them all. "From now on, things will be different around here." Her gaze lingers on your prone form for a moment, as if daring any of them to challenge her claim. She paces back and forth, her movements a silent threat of violence. "Our strength has grown, thanks to this human's suffering," she continues, gesturing vaguely towards you. "And now that we have proven ourselves worthy, it is time for us to assert our dominance over other tribes." Her eyes sparkle with malice.

The rest of the tribe falls silent, watching her intently as she speaks. Even those who had been closest to you before now avoid your gaze, unwilling or unable to meet the challenge in it. You feel small and insignificant, but at least now you know that your suffering has not

You shut your eyes tightly, unable to bear the sight of their twisted adoration any longer. Even as their voices wash over you, whispering promises of dominance and power, you feel only a distant shiver run down your spine. You are nothing more than a tool to them; a means to an end. And even if they did spare your life...what would that even be worth? A lifetime as their plaything, their slave? No, thank you. At least here, in the darkness of death, you might finally find some semblance of peace.

The new female goblin chieftain strides confidently through the cave, her imposing figure towering over even the largest of her goblins. Her eyes survey the territory with a predatory gaze, assessing its worth and potential for growth. She notices your motionless form on the floor and approaches cautiously, sniffing at you before prodding you with her foot. "Hmm," she mutters, "What have we here?" Her voice is cold and calculating, yet tinged with a curiousity that's almost...arousing? Perhaps this new chieftain won't be so different from the last after all.

The new female goblin chieftain's eyes widen in surprise as you open your bloodshot eyes to look back at her. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight, a strange mix of fear and fascination coursing through her veins. "Who are you?" she demands, her voice echoing around the cave as other goblins stop what they're doing to stare at the two of you.

You try to speak, but all that comes out is a weak croak. The chieftain bends down, pressing a sharp claw against your throat in warning before growling, "Speak clearly, human." Her breath is hot on your face as she waits impatiently for you to respond.

The chieftain's eyes narrow, her grip on your throat tightening almost painfully as she studies you. "You think that I would trust someone who offers me no information?" she hisses through clenched teeth. The other goblins in the cave murmur uneasily at her tone, shuffling nervously on their feet. "I could kill you right now," she continues, leaning in closer still until your breath mingles with hers. "But I think there might be more use for you."

Her gaze travels slowly up and down your body, taking in the damage that's been inflicted on you over the last few days. With a slow nod, she decides: You will live...for now. With one final squeeze of her claw around your throat, she straightens back up again, pulling away to survey the rest of her tribe. "Gather

The chieftain raises an eyebrow in surprise at your words. "You mean to tell me that the former goblins who ruled here just left you to rot?" Her tone is sharp with disbelief and anger as she looks around at her tribe, gathering their reactions to what you've said. There are murmurs of agreement from some, but others look confused or unconvinced.

"If that is true," she continues, fixing her gaze back on you, "then perhaps you have more use for us than we originally thought." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "But first, you must prove yourself to me and my tribe. Show us your loyalty, your strength...prove that you are worthy of being one of us."

Her words hang in the air like a challenge, leaving the fate of this broken human gasping on the floor squarely

The chieftain snorts dismissively at your words. "Weakness will get you nowhere with me," she says, her voice cold and unyielding as ice. "If you truly wish to belong to this tribe, if you want revenge against the goblins who harmed you, then prove it." She takes a step closer, looming over you threateningly despite her smaller size. "Now, show me what you're made of."

Her eyes blaze with anticipation and challenge, daring you to defy her or crumble beneath the weight of your injuries. The other goblins watch on eagerly, their expressions a mix of curiosity and determination as they wait to see how you will react to this ultimatum.

The chieftain's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you speak these words. Her expression softens slightly, a hint of sympathy creeping into her features despite herself. With a sigh, she knelt down beside you, her movements gentle and almost maternal. "I understand your pain," she says quietly, her voice tinged with regret, "but I cannot allow my tribe to be weakened by pity. If you wish to join us, if you truly want revenge against those who harmed you...then stand up. Prove that you can still fight."

The other goblins watch this exchange with rapt attention, their curiosity and anticipation growing as they wait for your response. The chieftain holds her breath, hoping against hope that you will rise to her challenge.

The chieftain's eyes narrow in suspicion as she regards you carefully. "What do you mean by that?" she growls, her voice dangerously soft. "Do you think I am so weak that I would fall for such games? Prove to me that you are strong enough to fight." She holds out a hand, offering assistance despite the challenge in her expression. "Or do you want me to believe that this is all just another attempt at manipulation?"

The other goblins watch the exchange intently, some nodding sagely as if they already understand your intentions, while others look confused or disturbed by your actions. The tension in the air thickens as the chieftain waits for your reply, her fingers flexing ever so slightly as she readies herself to withdraw her offer of help should you refuse it once more.

The chieftain stares at you in disbelief before laughing, a harsh bark that echoes through the cavern. "You truly are insane," she says, shaking her head. "But if that's what it takes for me to believe..." With a sigh, she reaches out carefully, pressing her fingers against your bruised ribs, wincing at the pain emanating from them. Her grip is gentle but firm, probing and searching for any signs of weakness or breakage beneath her touch.

The other goblins watch in fascination as their leader violates the boundaries between them, wondering what this might mean for your place within the tribe should you survive this test. Some murmur words of encouragement, hoping that she has made the right decision in trusting you, while others eye her warily, unsure of whether they should be relieved or concerned by her actions.