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Goblin Slayer: Aftermath	By : Valleyvixin Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, not for profit. Goblin Slayer remains the intellectual property of their artists and publishers. This is fantasy. In reality all non consensual acts should be punished to the full extent of the law.

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Inflammarae prided herself on looking like the world weary sophisticate, a young woman with the knowledge and power most mages three times her age lacked, she really was usually the smartest person in the room, and often the only one understanding what was going on.
Something about this house made her feel like the nervous flat chested apprentice she hadn’t thought herself since before she joined the Adventurer’s Guild. Something made her feel naive, vulnerable, and almost shaking with excitement. Her mask of boredom failed, and her cheeks coloured, her massive chest visibly rose and fell as her breaths came faster, her nipples rising to press against the enchanted silk of her boldly cut robes as Arat the Amazon showed her the enchantments of the Goblin Slave House.
“You can see the wards on the rooms. You cannot conceive in these rooms at all unless you say the words of power written on the far wall three times. There is no risk of accidental pregnancy. The goblin I captured, and the children he fathered are all sealed with the slave contract, restricting them from causing any actual harm to our guests, and requiring them to stop and release any guest should that guest feel any nervousness or simply be overwhelmed by the pleasure of their usage. Simply say the word Tarantula and all the goblins under that slave contract will immediately stop doing anything but releasing you from any restraints you may be in. “
Inflammarae raised her Sight and whispered the words of power required to read the magics in the walls, and to test the slave compacts binding the goblins. She did not notice Arat the Amazon fading back behind her when Inflammarae raised her Mage Sight, so did not get a chance to analyze the enchantments on Arat herself.
Arat watched the young female mage examine all the safety magics and test them against what Arat had said, and found them to be accurate. Now it was time for the purple haired heavy breasted witch to admit what she wanted from the Goblin Slave House.
“So, Inflammarae,” Arat began, “You aren’t some naive child like the Guild Girl when she first came here, or like that uptight Paladin who still won’t admit what she truly wants. You are an intelligent sophisticated woman, with sophisticated tastes lesser women would never dare to admit. How can Goblin Slave House bring those dreams to life? What forbidden pleasures would a mistress of all the arcane powers of the world choose to experiment with tonight?” Arat asked, knowing that Adventuring women were easiest lead by their ego, never willing to admit they had fears or reservations. If the male adventurers ever knew how much their dick waving mansplaining bullshit set their female adventurer companions up to be prey to the first predator who dared her to be fearless, they would probably fall on their swords.
Inflammarae lit her long stemmed pipe and took a quick hit of the herbs to banish her fear, and lower her inhibitions. Pretending to boredom to cover the trembling anticipation, she eyed Arat sidelong and asked her casually for a recommendation.
“Arat dear, you were an Amazon spear fighter. One of the fiercest in the Guild, nearly a silver ranked adventurer already when the goblins captured you. When the Goblin Slayer rescued you, it took months before you took up adventuring again. Amazons are all about being proud and powerful, even now you don’t bother with armour when you fight, what is it that made you want to save a goblin, let alone let one father children on you again? Why make a house dedicated to letting women experience what the goblin’s did to you?” Inflammarea asked.
Arat touched her arm, and looked into her eyes.
“I had power enough to kill any goblin I got my hands on, spear or no spear. One strike and they were dead. I could overcome any five, any ten of them, and they didn’t care. Do you have any idea what it is like to kill dozens of them and know that no matter how many you kill, there will be more. That eventually they will drag you down because they can’t think of anything except getting their hands, lips, tongue, fangs, claws, and long hard cocks onto you, into you. They looked at me and didn’t see my power, they saw tits they would squeeze, lick, suck and spank. They looked at my boot crushing a goblin skull and only saw two legs they would pull apart to lick, suck and fuck my tight little pussy until I flowed with so much cum that I left a trail behind me when they dragged me to the whipping frames. I spun and drove knives into the ones sneaking up behind and all they saw was a tight little ass they would spank red, muscular cheeks they would pry apart, and a tight little asshole they would rim soft, so they could fuck me so hard and so long my ass would take hours to close as they left me on the whipping frame to rest.”
Arat was rubbing her belly, the goblin beside her laughing as he reached out and yanked Arat’s top down and began sucking loudly on her breasts, his other hand spanking the Goblin Slave House madame’s ass so hard he had to be leaving marks.
Inflammarae watched in horror as the Amazon melted under the Goblins tongue and punishing hand. Arat was not done speaking.
“I was a woman of power; no man could stand against me. I was an adventurer, whatever I wanted I took by force and skill. Nothing was denied me. Nothing but this. The only thing I was denied was admitting that I wanted all my power stripped away, all my choice. I could never let a man reduce me like that, never let another adventurer boast to the Guild and the Town that he had done that to me. The goblin’s don’t care who you are. They don’t care about anything but reducing you to a fucked out piece of meat, twitching mindlessly in pleasure that will leave you unable even to scream.”
Arat spoke, “Tarantula” and the goblin stepped back and froze. Turning to Inflammarae she asked her.
“Do you see that? I offer the chance to experience what I did. Being helpless, being stripped of your power, stripped of your pride, stripped of your shame, stripped of your humanity until you are nothing but a piece of fuck meat that screams from orgasm to orgasm until she can’t even remember her name. The second it gets too much, you get scared, or you are just done, you say one word and it stops. Is that what you want?” Arat asked the young mage.
Inflammarae stuttered twice, then gathered herself and spoke clearly a third time. “Yes, I want to experience that. Please.”
Arat pointed to two rooms, one on the right, one on the left.
“The goblins in each room are different. In the right room, two goblins will make love to you. They will be lusty but respectful, follow orders and be gentle. They will fuck you all night long, in every way you can imagine, but gently.” Arat said, opening one door.
“In the left room are six goblins. They are not here to be gentle. They will capture and bind you, strip and ravage you. They will use you in every way a woman can be used, they will make you beg to be used by them in ways you would not admit to another soul you even knew, let alone desired. They will punish you, push you, test you, break you. They will not stop when you say no. They will not stop when you are screaming in orgasm so intense it almost hurts. They will stop only for the command word Tarantula.” Arat said, opening a second door.
Arat turned and smiled, knowing the trap was set, and the prey was almost in it. She must enter of her own free will, or she could not in fact be bound at all. “There is no judgement here. Not all are brave enough, not all have the strength and will enough to dare the left-hand path. Choose if you would experience the quiet pond of pleasure of the right-hand room, or the raging sea of sexual torment and delight, of madness and submission found only in the left-hand room.”
Inflammarae walked through the left hand door, and didn’t look back. Arat slid the lock and spoke the words of binding that sealed the door shut from the outside. The young mage was so distracted she did not notice the room was now locked from the outside.
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