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"Where is the elf?" Asked a gravelly voice as I came to, a slight snarl to his words. I kept my eyes closed, pain throbbing viciously in my skull.

"Could he be hiding?" Replied another voice, this one to my left. With my strength returning I began to struggle, but a sharp pain at my neck stopped me. I opened my eyes to find myself bound to one of the wall braces in my room, surrounded by a trio of creatures with dark jade skin and clad in simple breastplate and loincloths. A symbol consisting of a raised fist surrounded by fire was emblazoned into their breastplates, and a great number of pouches covered their belts. One of the creatures knelt at my left side, a what could only be a dagger pressed against my throat.

"Where is the elf, orc?" The middle goblin, also the largest, snarled. "Well? Where's the goddamn elf?" growled the goblin, fixing me with a hateful glare.

"Wh-What elf?" I stammered, finding my attention irresistibly drawn to the feeling of the knife at my throat. The goblin rolled his amber eyes, baring his needlelike fangs as he spoke.

"If you lie to me I'll slit your fucking throat. I'll only ask you one more time; where is the elf?" I don't know if it was the shock of the blow wearing off or the encouragement of the knife threatening my life, but suddenly it made sense.

"The monks took him to Seii, t-to the Medicarium." The goblin spat a series of curses, turning suddenly and grabbing the corner of my desk. With a roar of frustration he flipped the thing in one swift motion, sending books hurtling through the air. He stood there panting for a moment before turning on his heel and walking back towards me.

"If they took him to the Medicarium, then why the fuck are you still here?" He glared at me with suspicious eyes, his pale emerald skin flushed with anger. "Huh? If the monks left, why are you still here?"

"I-I'm not a monk-" I began to tremble under the goblin's glare, and the knife at my throat pressed harder. Dull pain began, and hot blood trickled down onto my robe.

"Back up on the knife. You're not a monk, you say?" The goblin's expression slowly changed into a vicious grin as the knife backed away from my throat. He turned towards the door, fumbling with one of the pouches on his belt.

"Orders?" Asked one of the goblins. The speaker had long black hair, greasy and matted.

"Do what you want with him, full freedom. I'm going to get in contact with the second party and tell them."

"And?" Asked the other.

"Then we torch the fucking place, did you not listen?" As the leader stepped out of the room the other goblins descended on me, sharing the same maniacal grin their leader had.

"You hear that, little orc?" whispered the greasy-haired one in my ear as the other unfastened his breastplate. This one had a large scar across his chest. "Full freedom, kid. You're ours."

"Little fuck slave, more like." The greasy-haired one said, gesturing at the one pinning my head down. I took that moment to attempt to rip myself free from their rope, but it held fast. Fear left me, burning anger replacing it. Anger at my uselessness, anger at my position, anger at these idiots. I hurled curses until the greasy-haired one stood, removing his loincloth and revealing his member. He was already half erect, a thick bush of dark pubic hair just over it. I could smell his musk from afar, unwashed and bestial.

"Get used to seein' this, this is all you're gonna see until we're tired of you." Gripping my head and pressing it back against the stone wall he pressed his cock against my lips, grinning with those sharp needle fangs. I resisted, of course, but all this changed when one of his sharp claws pressed above my eyebrow. Pain flared immediately, hot blood welling up and dripping down into my eyebrow.

"For every moment you don't suck I'll move down a little closer. Suck me off or lose your eye, bitch." He snarled. Slowly I opened my lips, and with his free hand he pulled open my jaw and shoved his member into my maw. It tasted horrible, but he wasted no time in beginning to thrust. An odd feeling wormed its way into my mind as he raped my mouth, a warm feeling of...no. I couldn't be enjoying this. My heart began to pound as heat flooded me, warmth rising in my face as my underclothing slowly became too small.

"Holy shit, I think the little slut's enjoying this!" The scarred one chuckled, cutting my robes to shreds and removing them from me. He did the same with my underclothing, revealing my hardening member. "Fuck, he is!" The goblin at my mouth removed his dick from it, stepping back to glance down at me. I tried to shift, to hide myself from them, but the scarred one's hands forcefully opened my legs.

"Little slut," Said the greasy-haired one, openly stroking himself as he sneered at me. "I wonder if you're a virgin."

"One way to find out." The scarred one shifted himself into a position under me, his thick cock pressing up against my ass. Reflexively I squirmed, unable to speak but for a desperate moan. I'd never felt like this before, so angry but simultaneously so horny. Greasy-hair took his place back at my mouth as the scarred one spat on his cock, covering it with his saliva as he pressed against my asshole. In a single motion he shoved his entire length inside, his flesh ramming against me as agony seized my mind. I almost bit down on the greasy-haired one's cock, but his claw jerked down over my eye at the first touches of my teeth on his delicate flesh. It didn't touch my eye but it stopped my jaw, replacing it with a pathetic whimper.

"Fucking slut!" He snarled, this time putting his claws right at the edge of my eye. "Suck, or you are losing it this time." The goblin on my ass thrust viciously, sending pain through my brain with every thrust. But I began to suck slowly, moving my head along his length and gently stroking the tip with my tongue. Almost immediately a jet of hot pre flooded my mouth, encouraging me to suck harder. Slowly the pain at my ass faded, replaced with a thick, full sensation that I never wanted to end. Each thrust now brought peaks of pleasure instead of pain, and I bucked against each of them with the hope to get more of his wonderful length inside.

I lost track of time at some point, bathing in the sheer heat and pleasure of it. My body seemed almost to act against my will, bucking and writhing and suckling on a member that I never would have come within sight of normally. Their orgasms were loud and vicious, ropes of cum filling my ass as the sheer amount delivered into my mouth was too much for me to swallow. It dripped from my mouth and onto my chest, from my ass onto the floor. I laid there panting as they withdrew, cleaning themselves off on the clothing from my closet.

"I wonder if Gilgur will let us keep him." Said the scarred one, glancing over at me. The heat was leaving me, and I simply hung there. Anger returned, anger at their treatment of me, but I had to wait. If they kept me, they might release me from these binds...

"Please take me," I said, putting on my best pleading voice. "I...I want more, I want to be your slave..." The words tasted like foul bile as I spoke them, but the goblins didn't seem to notice. They grinned widely again, quickly fashioning a rough collar and leash out of the rope they had bound me with. My wrists ached when they released me, and a quick glance conformed that the ropes had torn into my flesh. They throbbed painfully along with my ass, but there was no way simple pain was going to keep me from exacting my revenge. But before I could the scent of burning wood drifted up, quickly followed by smoke.

"Alright, let's get moving!" Called up the goblin commander's voice, "The outer buildings are already burning, get your asses moving!" The greasy-haired one grabbed the dangling rope of my leash and roughly hauled me down the stairs, the scarred one taking up the rear. The scent of fire was already thick in the front room, black smoke rolling under the basement door. The commander kicked open the door, and the four of us trooped out into the mild night. As we left, however, a group I had never before been so happy to see rode up the path, stopping before the front gate.

"Goblins!" Said the heavily armored soldier in the front of the squad, six armored Imperial guardsmen. Behind them ran Cadein, his bow drawn. The goblins said something quickly in a language I didn't recognize before a strong strike on the back of my legs brought me to my knees. The rope around my neck tightened as the commander took it in his gauntleted fist, raising it up a bit so the guards could see it.

"You fuckers are gonna let us pass, alright?" He said, his voice ringing in my ears. "We've got a little captive from that place and unless you'd like to see his blood all over the path you'll back off!" The scarred one behind me grabbed me, pulling my head against his breastplate and pressing his knife to my throat again. It reopened the old wound, sending blood dripping down my chest.

"Sigan!" Cried Cadein, fear obvious in his voice. He began nocking an arrow, but one of the Imperial guards stopped his arm. They whispered something I could not hear, and obviously the goblins didn't either. What were they doing? Why weren't they saving me?

"How do you know you won't kill the child when we let you pass?" Asked one of the guards, his voice slightly muffled by his heavy helmet.

"Actually, we weren't planning on killing him," Said greasy-hair, stepping forward a bit. "He's coming with us. Willingly. Ain't that right, little cock slave?" Greasy-hair looked over at me, his face cut in sharp relief by the orange-yellow light cast by the burning abbey. My home. Burning. Rage flared up again, but I was immediately offered a much better option than just beating him to a pulp. He pulled aside his loincloth to reveal his cock once more, still semihard and dripping pre.

"Let's show how much of a good little cock slave you are, eh?" He pressed his cock to my lips, and I eagerly began suckling. The guards made disgusted noises, and Cadein bellowed a roar of anger. At that moment I bit down as hard as I could, digging my tusks into the soft flesh around his member as hot blood poured into my mouth. He screamed a scream that was music to my ears, but even as I backed off a blow struck me so soundly and so painfully that I cannot put words to how much it hurt. I don't remember much for the instants after that other than pain, but the first thing I realized as the sounds of battle was that I couldn't see.

I couldn't see. Nothing but blackness greeted me.

I screamed mostly out of terror as a rush of adrenaline overtook me, my hand coming to my face in sheer instinct. Hot blood flowed down my hands as I curled there in the dirt, the pain growing worse and worse by the instant. Soon it became too much for my mind to handle, and I lost consciousness.