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Goblin Slayer: Aftermath	By : Valleyvixin Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Moving into the room of the Goblin Slaver House, the mage Inflammarae saw things that she had only heard of. A frame that had room for her hands to be bound, her knees and ankles, so that she would be presented on her knees, with her torso up, legs spread, with platforms allowing goblins to access each of her holes and her breasts. There were runes graven on the frame, healing magic fueled by pain and pleasure, draining the magic of whoever was in the frame to power the constant flow of healing and energy restoration, it was linked to the magic of the house itself. Whoever was bound in that frame could be pushed far beyond the limits of flesh alone.

There was a ring in the ceiling from which hung manacles. Her spell sight was up, and she scanned the magic of the room. As promised, there was a ward that protected against impregnation unless she chanted the counter-spell which was graven in pulsing letters beneath it. Why anyone would need the spell she didn’t know, but it was there. There were brands on four of the goblins she could see, slave brands that bound the goblins to obey the commands of whoever spoke the safe word. She tried to spot all the goblins, to check the brands were real and empowered but they were always shifting, moving around each other, shoving each other. Fisting great cocks that measured somewhere between three quarters and a full foot long. Doubly obscene on figures that might at best reach three feet tall if they stretched. Five of them she confirmed had the brands, but they kept shifting.

Inflammarae’s spell sight caught the hanging manacles, they too were graven with runes. These were runes of healing as well, but a powerful compulsion. Truth telling. These must have been Arat’s own Amazon interrogation manacles, a rumour never confirmed. It was whispered she would be able to interrogate bandits and they could hold nothing back; more, those she broke with the manacles would meekly repeat the truth to any who questioned them afterwards. Those the manacles broke, stayed broke. Shuddering, she wondered why Arat allowed them to hang here. Didn’t she know the dangers of such a magical device here? It is a good thing the goblin’s could not speak, or those manacles would be a danger, even to her.

Distracted by the manacles, Inflammarae had lost track of the goblin slave brands, having been distracted by leering mouths, lolling tongues, and clawed hands fisting hard green cocks. The goblins seemed to be spreading out. Four of them spread out in front of her, fisting their cocks, and she began to back up in fear.

The crack of a whip caught her by surprise, and the hand holding her staff spasmed open as the whip locked around her wrist and yanked her half around. She had a moment to see a goblin yanking hard on the whip as he disarmed her, before a second whip crack sounded and her left hand was yanked back the other direction, spreading her arms wide.

The remaining goblins closed in a rush, fear rose up and Inflammarae forgot that this was fake, the fear of being overwhelmed by goblins down in the dark of the caves from which so many adventurers never returned welled up in her and she unthinkingly pulled her magic power to her and prepared a killing spell.

The spell never left her lips, as cruel goblin claws from a goblin that had moved under her skirt reached up and tore off her panties. Cruel claws parted her ass cheeks and a long snaking rude tongue probed wetly at her virgin asshole.

The killing spell was stillborn on her lips as a squeak of outrage replaced it. Squealing like a schoolgirl goosed for the first time, she never had a chance to recover as other claws tore open her corset and freed her magnificent breasts for sucking mouths and slathering tongues.

Oh it was true, every whisper of the victims. The saliva of the goblins caused her skin to tingle and her nerves to burn. The probing tongues shot bolts of lightning through her veins as she felt her asshole getting penetrated by a goblin tongue as thick as three fingers, and slippery as a tentacle. Her nipples ached as she was manhandled helplessly, mauled like a piece of meat.
She opened her mouth to scream and a leering goblin standing on what she thought was a bookshelf at shoulder height grabbed her by the hair and rammed his cock in her mouth. She had only performed oral sex in mage school with her first and only long term lover. When she had lavished his much smaller cock with her attention, she had never felt so powerful, so in control, but now as she was being manhandled by the goblins, she felt the exact opposite. The woman of power and intelligence, control and sophistication felt the hard cock of the goblin thrust into her mouth like she was just another hole. The burning eyes of the goblin didn’t look down on her with lust, but contempt. He spat in her face as he grabbed her long purple tresses and began to pump her face like a fuck hole.

She had to speak the safe word and end this, but how could she with a cock in her mouth. She tried to resist but the goblins, while individually weak, were stronger than her. The goblin in her mouth felt when his comrades finally secured their ultimate prize, a second tongue working into her tight wet pussy to match the ravages of her ass and breasts.

Goblin saliva made every nerve three times more sensitive, driving her to what should have been screaming orgasms, but the teeth of the goblins were always ready to bite her breasts or ass cheeks to bring her back from the edge. To the edge and back, to the edge and back.

The goblin in her mouth pulled out and began to whip her face with his hard cock. She could shout the word now, could shout “Tarantula” and freeze every branded goblin, but all she could make her mind understand at that point was that the heavy goblin balls were in front of her mouth. Straining, she stretched forward to take one, then the other green ball into her mouth to suck.

Laughing the goblin pulled her off his balls and rammed his cock back into her mouth, forcing himself down her throat until his cock bulged the outline of her throat visibly, and the drool and precum from her mouth dripped like glaze over the breasts being mauled below. With a roar the goblin came down her throat, pulling out to let her taste the first of many loads of cum in her mouth. The goblin cum was potent as any magical drug, and she could feel the addictive bliss it brought. She shuddered in her first orgasm, not knowing she would never be able to orgasm again without goblin cum inside or on her body.

Dragging her to the frame, the goblins bound the unresisting beauty to the device, and she felt a hard cock replace the tongue in her cunt. The leering goblin was only tall enough to reach her wobbling tits as he fucked her, so he latched onto one with his grinning lips and teeth, and took the other in his claws.

A hard cock twice the size of anything she had ever felt pushed into her roughly. She felt the healing magic of the frame was over her and realized the goblins had no reason to be gentle, for however hard they used her, the frame would leach her own magic power to heal her, and to power them.

A second cock pushed into her asshole, rimmed to submission by a tongue of more than human strength, her virgin asshole was still no where near ready for the assault of a cock the size of her wrist forcing its way into her.

Pain shot through her, warring with, then merging with the pleasure from her stretching cunt and aching breasts. Two hard goblin cocks slid against each other, separated only by a quivering helpless female sheath of nerve endings and muscle that moulded itself in unholy worship of the invading goblin cocks, to milk them of their potent, mind enslaving seed.

The goblin in her ass came first, and she felt the blast of hot burning cum fill her bowels. Her own orgasm caused her to howl like a wolf as her needy cunt clamped around her second assailant, drawing his own brutal blasts of womb filling wonder.

Two more goblins replaced the two finishing, and she felt the magical energy of the frame revitalizing her, healing her, not allowing fatigue or ache to protect her from the ever increasing levels of dangerous pleasure the hard use, her helplessness, and the goblins practiced techniques were invoking in her.

Twice more she shrieked through shattering orgasms as the goblins traded off again and again. She felt the cum dripping out of her and her body shook and shuddered with every touch, the pleasure now so intense it was indistinguishable from pain. Only years of arcane training allowed her to keep her mind together at all.

The goblins took her from the frame and dragged her to the manacles. Hauling her upright, they bound her to the truth manacles and began to ply her with the whips. Breast and buttock, thigh and back, they whipped her, fingered her, tongued her. They alternated pleasure and pain, driving her to the edge and back, to the edge again, and again, never letting her cum. Finally she felt herself being grabbed by the hair by a goblin that had pushed a platform level with her waist, placing his hard cock near her mouth.

She unthinkingly reached to take the cock in her mouth, but the goblin dragged her head back, and pulled her mouth open. He spat in her mouth, then dragged her face to kiss his chest. She kissed across his chest, sucking his nipples as the whip cracked across her ass, driving her into the goblin who held her hips from the front, driving his tongue deeper in her dripping pussy.

A rasping voice in the common tongue, the goblin who was making her suck his nipples spoke!

“Do you see a slave brand on my chest, worthless little cunt?” The goblin rasped, his fingers gripping her hair and letting her fevered mouth kiss along his totally unmarked chest.

“No brand. NO BRAND. You tricked me. You aren’t branded. You aren’t a slave at all!” Inflammarae screamed as the whip lashed her back, each strike driving her cunt onto the tongue of the goblin snaking his tongue deep in her pussy, sapping her will.

The goblin held up a ring gag, a gag that would forever prevent her from speaking once he slid it in. If he put it in her mouth, she would not be able to use the power word to freeze the five branded goblins, she would not be able to speak a single spell to stop the one free goblin. If he put it in her mouth, she would no longer be playing helpless, she would be helpless.

“Tell the truth, when you chose this room, did you want to be safe, to only pretend to be fucked into submission, turned into a brainless, begging, breeding human cow for us, or did you secretly want it to be real?”

Inflammarae tried to hold it in, but the magic of the manacles was strong, Amazon magic, woman’s magic. No woman could hide from it, even less so than men. She screamed the truth.

“I wanted it to be real. I wanted to be made a slave!” She screamed, and she came.

The goblin turned her head to face the fertility charm. He slapped her face again and again, his strength no where near her own, but her will already in tatters simply accepted the abuse as no more than she deserved.

“Speak the spell witch, make yourself our breeding cow, and I will make you our slave.”

Looking at the spell to break the lock on pregnancy, she felt her magic, the force with which she bent the world to her will fill her. She could speak words that would shatter every goblin in this room, speak words that would tear her from this room and this city, speak words that would bind every soul in this place but her beyond time itself, frozen in eternal silence at her will. Instead, she chanted the spell, reversing the block on goblin breeding in this room.

Laughing, the goblin fit her with the ring gag. Tears in her eyes, she let him forever lock away her ability to cast spells to free herself.

Dragging her to the frame, they bound her this time with her own hair, binding her face down, neck bare. She saw the branding iron, the slave brand being held up in front of her eyes, the unbranded goblin was showing her the truth. She was the one who would be branded now. She would be made a slave in the Goblin Slave House, and she paid for it to happen.

The brand seared her flesh at the base of her neck. Her own long tresses would cover it. She had seen the brand on Arat’s neck but assumed it had been broken. Now she knew the truth. Arat had never been freed of the Goblins magic. The Goblin Slayer freed her body from captivity, but the goblins had already owned her soul. Like they were owning hers now.

The brand burned into her, binding her. She opened her eyes and tried to scream, but a goblin cock thrust into her mouth, continuing her instruction on her new existence as a goblin cum dump. The first of many goblin cocks pushed into her pussy, the magic of renewal built into the frame made sure each one found her tight and firm as the first, forever ready to be broken again to goblin slavery. Each cock tore from her another orgasm, each cock pounded her deeper into submission. She could not know which cock it was that filled her womb with life, but the magic in her was sure she was now bred.

By dawn they were done. Every goblin in the house had used her. Mouth, pussy and ass. Her breasts had been mauled and bitten so many times. Shoulders and ass, thighs and neck hand been marked again and again, only to have her own stolen magic heal her, and revitalize her rapists for another round.

The unbranded goblin carefully undid her hair, and released her from the frame, removing the ring gag from her mouth.

“You will return in three days to birth our children. You will give tokens to other female adventurers to come here. You will encourage them, tell them how we made you feel. Let them know how safe it is, how protected you are because it is the goblins who are slaves here.” The goblin said, and around him dozens of goblins laughed as the powerful mage kissed and licked the feet of her master.

Swearing she would obey, she felt her own staff being forced into her gaping cunt, and on all fours, let him walk her to the front door on hands and knees, driven by her staff of power wedged in her goblin claimed cunt.

Crawling through the open door, she saw the proud Paladin Sky being ridden by another goblin to the front. Her arms were bound behind her, and she was being controlled by heavy rings driven through her breasts. A ring gag bridle was in her mouth, and cum covered her almost obscuring her own whip marks.

How many, Inflammarae wondered. How many of the female adventurers who helped break the goblin horde had already been lured into this house and made slaves to the goblins. How many would she lead here to become slaves to the goblins? Pushing back on the staff in her cunt, she came a final time, face down in the dirt, fucked by her own staff of power by her goblin master. Goblin Slave House, where she would lead her sisters into goblin slavery.
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