How To Interrogate A Goblin
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A goblin camp was never a safe place and was a particularly hazardous environment for women. Skree-Caw learned how to avoid the perpetually horny males, but they were relentless. She was rather attractive, so that didn’t help much when it came to actively avoid rabbit goblin men. The tactic Skree-Caw usually employed was being as sneaky and silent as possible, but when she was discovered, she ran past the nearest other women, and tripped them as she fled. This didn’t earn her any friends among her fellow ladies, but what did she care? It wasn’t her being gang-raped by twelve thirsty men. They managed to breed in large enough numbers to make the chief bold, and they started attacking humans. This was usually a foolish idea. Humans were three times their size and well known to be vengeful. But the hunters had been so successful that enough children survived to adulthood, enough to overrun the human village. Skree-Caw participated in the raid, and it was indeed a glorious sight. She served as one of the archers. She made an extra effort to wound women who were trying to escape so their men could capture them quickly. The more bitches in the breeding pits, the fewer men to chase her around all day. They feasted for weeks after that raid, but while everyone else had a good time, Skree-Caw, and a few of the older worriers, knew to keep their guard up. She was a child when she saw adventurers for the first time, they laid waste to the tribe, killing every man, woman, and child they came across. The only reason her generation survived was that they either knew how to hide in shadows best or among corpses best. But Skree-Caw was not a weeping grub anymore, now she was the closest thing her tribe had to a master assassin, and she stalked the forest, looking for those her skills would be best used on.
“Does anyone even know where the fuck we are going!?” Skree-Caw heard in the distance. She moved as quietly as she could to investigate.
“My people used to live in these woods, Flort. So I know where we are going.”
“So your sense of direction comes from, a friend of a friend lived here? That’s a load of shit if I ever heard it.” Skree-Caw peeked through the grass and saw a band of adventurers. One was a large human man in heavy armor, and a sizeable two-handed mace sat at his side. The person he was arguing with was an elfish ranger; he had a bow and quiver on his back and two short swords on his hips. The third party member was what looked like a wizard of some kind, he wore half-plate armor with his robes, and his staff looked more like a halberd with magic runs and a crystal on it. It was a tiny group, and despite the imposing nature of the mace welder, she knew that the warlock was the biggest threat. She pulled back her bow, ready to take out the magic-user, but before she could let her arrow fly, the very grass around her moved to grapple and constrict her.
“If you two are done bickering like a married couple, we have a gust.” The vile spell caster said as he pointed right at Skree-Caw. She was able to begin struggling free from the grapple. Even magically controlled grass is still just grass, so it was easy. But it gave the party enough time to get ready for her, this was no longer an ambush, so she tried to flee. But, by the caster’s will, a magical hand formed, grabbing her by the leg and tossing her into the middle of the party. The big one grabbed her out of the air by the neck, but before he could snap it, she stuck her dagger into the crack in his armor. She managed to doge a magic energy blast but was shot through the leg with an elvish arrow.
“NNNAAAAAA!!!” She screamed as she broke the arrow to make it easier to run, but then a massive foot came down on her back, pinning her to the ground.
“Someone get this little bitch tied up!” The warrior yelled, and despite Skree-Caw’s struggle, she found her arms and legs uncomfortably bound together behind her back.
“Free me, man things! Or Skree-Caw will kill you with her teeth!”
“We may just consider letting you go…” The warlock said as he stepped over, got down on one knee, and glared into the she-goblins eyes with his glowing ones. Skree-Caw shivered under the unnatural glare. It felt as if his very gaze was burning away at her soul, and seeing as he was magic, it may well have! “…If you tell us everything about the goblin nest you came from.”
“West of here in elf ruins! Sixty-two fellow goblins! Seventeen wargs and twelve giant spiders! Archers on the walls, three catapults, and chief have magic elf twig that shoots death sparkles!” She blabbed franticly, hoping that despite everything she knew about adventurers, they might spare her if no one else. After all, why should she die to protect her tribe? Everyone there was jerks anyway!
“That does match what the survivors reported… Are the people you took still alive?” The elf asked, wearing an expression of disgust and indifference, the trademark look of the so-called high-elves.
“Men who were not good at things are dead and eaten. Women are all alive but in breeding pit! That is all Skree-Caw knows! So you let her go now, yes?” For a moment, the party looked to one another, considering their positions on the matter in their minds before sharing them. The elf was the first to speak.
“Well, it did give us useful information. I’ll leave it to you two whether or not we kill it or let it scamper off.”
“How do we know if the little bitch did? Goblins are tricky little things. I wouldn’t put it past them to send her out to her border for her life with false information!” The sorcerer moved his hand to his chin, thinking over what his warrior friend said.
“So what would you suggest, Flort?”
“Torture is the go-to for me. Rip out a claw or two, smack them around a little. But you know… There are other ways to hurt a woman.” The warrior said as he looked over the body of the defenseless she-goblin, a look in his eyes that she recognized all too well.
“NO!!! Me tell truth! No hurt me, please!” Skree-Caw begged as she tried to inch away from the comparatively massive man, but it was all in vain, as all it took was a step to cut her off.
“Fine, just make it quick. If there are survivors, we can’t dally long.”
“You’re really going to fuck that thing? You humans really will stick your dicks in anything, won’t you!?”
“Oh, shut your lip, elf! You’re lucky I haven’t gaged you with cock by now. As pretty as you are, I could squint my eyes and pretend you are a bitch!” The elfen ranger simply walked off in a huff, the magic-user just rolled his eyes and opened a sparkling book of some sort, and Flort got to work taring his soon-to-be victim’s clothes to shreds.
“Please, me tell truth! No hurt, Skree-Caw! PLEASE!!!” The smaller woman begged as she squirmed and struggled to try and break free of the human’s grasp. Earning only a sadistic chuckle from the brute as he moved his hands over her most sensitive zones. He was not at all gentle as he played with her tits and ass. She squealed in agony as he spanked her fresh wound, tears already rolling down her green cheeks. He then suddenly flipped Skree-Caw upsidedown, the tip of her nose touching the head of his cock. Her eyes went wide in horror at the sight of it; the thing was massive by human standards, deadly by goblin ones.
“N-No go in me with that! It kill me! Please, no kill me with cock!”
“Shut your face pussy, rat! The only reason I don’t stuff it right now is that I don’t have the time to bust out your ugly fangs!” Flort then flipped his victim back around and slowly lowered her down onto his erect pennies.
“No! No! No! NO-AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” After her entire life of avoiding it, after every close call and grasps slipped, Skree-Caw was raped. The gigantic dick was not moving inside her gently, he seemed to enjoy her screams of pain as much as it felt inside her. The poor little she goblin was in so much pain she couldn’t even beg him to stop, just scream and wail as he savagely hammered away into her tight, little, cunt. Her womanhood could barely contain his hard cock. Skree-Caw felt as though her walls were going to be ripped open by his cruel and unkind ravaging. She was lost to the pain, time did not seem to even exist, only the constant stabbing pain in her crotch as he brutishly filled her to the brim with his masculine might.
“I’m gonna fill your cunt whore! I’m gonna plant my seed in your little hole! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… RHHHAAA!!!” Flort grunted as he finally finished. The poor little woman could feel her insides filling to the brim with his warm cum. The moment he was done, she no longer felt his arms around her, and soon felt the hard ground.
“Ah, man, did that feel good! I didn’t know goblin pussy felt that good! You guys should really get yourselves one when we get to the nest!”
“As happy as I am for you, you do remember that this was supposed to be an interrogation, right?” Flort smacked himself in the face, feeling rather stupid as his magical companion reminded him.
“Oh right! Sorry gays. Hay cunt, tell us what to expect at your little nest, or you’ll get it in the ass next!” Skree-Caw was in a daze, and her world was foggy and unclear. All she could process at that moment was the pain and humiliation. She could barely even tell someone was talking to her even.
“We don’t have time for this. Just kill the worthless thing, and let’s go!”
“Na, I think it’s kinda cute like this. I’ll just shove it in one of our spare sacks for later.” The brute did just that, stuffing poor Skree-Caw into a bag that was too small for her to be comfortable. As she started to come to her senses, she began to cry. The realization of what just happened hit her like a tone of bricks.
“Please… No be pregnant… No be pregnant…”
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You would think six months would have been long enough to get used to her master’s dick, well you’d be wrong. Every time was agony, pain, unlike anything she would ever feel from anything else. Thankfully, however, she was spared from dealing with that daily by her condition. Skree-Caw was forced to wear a black leather bikini, which made it very easy for the world to see her bulging pregnant belly. Flort made her sit on his lap as they eat dinner at the inn they were staying at. She could feel the bulging hard cock that was responsible for seeding her under his pants. Grimly understanding that he would want her to please it after dinner, and he’d have the nerve to call it, dessert.
“Are you sure about this? Leaving the party is a big deal, you know.”
“Ya, I’m sure. Hell, I only got into this to get enough money to buy back my family’s land, and now that the dragon is no more, I have three times that.”
“And we couldn’t convince you to stay for even more gold? That leade on the lost city of Zha-Dolgar seems pretty good.”
“Na, I’m good. Besides, Skree here is about ready to pop any day now. I would rather the kids have a roof over their heads for their formative years.” Skree-Caw shivered as he began to pet her head, not just at the touch but the implications of a messy birth.
“I still can’t believe you kept that rat. Or that you have any interest in raising the vile spawn!”
“And that is why you are not invited to the kid’s birthdays.” Flort then argued with his elven companion for a bit before taking his living sex toy to his room. No words were exchanged, he just dropped his drawers, and she took his manhood in both hands. She was stroking it as she kissed the tip, Slowly taking more and more of him into her mouth as she did. When no more of him could fit safely, he shoved her over and made the poor little thing please the rest of his shaft with her breasts. After a pleasurable for some titty fuck/blow job, she swallowed every drop of cum he fed her. He then grabbed her up like a teddy bear and drifted off to sleep, Skree-Caw on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. Goblins give birth to litters, three of five usually. She didn’t know if she would survive the process of birthing that many half-goblins, but what scared her more was the thought that she would, and then be forced to endure all of this again. Eventually, she did slip off into a dreamless sleep, dreading whatever nightmare tomorrow would bring.
