Chapter 3: Rising Action
She leaned back against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She had done it. She had escaped Maggot, at least for now. She had stolen the gold, and she had left Gob without a word.
Gob stood in the center of his shop, his mouth agape as he stared at the empty space where Raven had once been. He couldn't believe it. She had left him. She had stolen from him. And now, he feared, she was gone for good. He let out a roar of frustration, his clawed hand swiping across the counter, sending potions and vials crashing to the floor. He stormed to the back room, his heavy footsteps echoing in the dimly lit space.
"Raven!" he bellowed, his voice a low, angry growl.
But his gaze quickly shifted to the rope tied tightly around Mika's neck, the beautiful blonde human slave he had brought with him. She was gagged and her eyes were wide with fear as she looked around the shop, her body trembling slightly. "Master Gob, I see you're having a bit of trouble," Igor said, his voice as smooth as oil. Gob's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Mika, his anger momentarily forgotten. "What are you doing here, Igor? And why is that human with you?" he demanded, his voice thick with suspicion.
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Igor grinned, his ugly face split into a wide, toothy smile. "Ah, Master Gob, always so pleasant," he said, his gaze flicking to the struggling Mika behind him. "I have a gift for you. A little something to make up for your... troubles." Mika let out a muffled whimper from behind Igor, her eyes wide with fear. Her slave outfit, made of little more than scraps of leather and cloth, barely concealed her ample curves. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples visible through the thin fabric, while her ass was a perfect heart shape, barely covered by the tattered skirt. Gob's eyes flicked to Mika, his expression softening slightly. He had always had a preference for human slaves, their soft skin and round curves a stark contrast to the goblin women of his own kind. But he had never had one as beautiful as this.
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She was a vision of perfection, her body ripe and ready for his taking. He licked his lips, his cock straining against his pants at the sight of her. He turned to Igor, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You certainly know how to make a man happy, Igor." Igor chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Mika's spine. "I aim to please, Master Gob," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "And this one, she is special. She has a...
special talent. She can make a man feel like a god, Master Gob. And she's all yours now."
Gob's eyes were fixed on Mika, his cock throbbing in his pants as he imagined all the things he could do to her. He stepped closer, his clawed hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts, his thumb brushing against her hard nipple. Mika let out a soft whimper, her body shuddering at his touch.
"You like that, don't you, slave?" Gob growled, his voice low and dangerous. Mika nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
Gob untied the gag from around her mouth, the rope slithering away like a snake as she licked her lips, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Thank you, Master Gob," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Gob's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, his hand still cupping her breast, his thumb still teasing her nipple. "You're welcome, slave," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But I think you can do better than that. I think you can show me your gratitude." His fingers twisted slightly, pinching her nipple just enough to make her gasp. "Tell me, Mika. Tell me what you want." Mika's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the wall as she moaned softly. "I want you, Master Gob," she said, her voice filled with longing.
Igor, the old goblin slaver, stepped forward, a smug grin on his ugly face. "Ah, see? I told you, she's special. She'll do anything to please her master." Gob's eyes gleamed with desire as he looked down at Mika, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Is that so, slave?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Mika nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Yes, Master Gob," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to serve you, to please you in any way you desire." Igor chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You see, Master Gob, I told you she was special. She's not like the other slaves.
Mika is special," Igor insisted, nudging the human slave towards Gob. "And if you're interested, I've got more where she came from. Prime stock, all eager to please their new masters." Gob's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Igor and Mika. He was tempted, oh so tempted, but he knew better than to trust Igor. The old goblin slaver was as slippery as they came, always looking for an angle, a way to turn a profit.
"More slaves, you say?" Gob mused, his fingers still teasing Mika's nipple. She whimpered softly, her body pressing against his hand. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in that, Igor?"
Igor's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Because I know you, Gob.
You're always looking for ways to... expand your operation. And with Maggot causing trouble, you'll need all the help you can get down in the cellar," Igor said, his ugly face split into a wide, knowing grin. Gob's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking between Igor and Mika, his hand still teasing the slave's nipple. "Two more, you say? And what makes you think I can trust them to do the job?" "Oh, they're trustworthy, all right. They're special, just like Mika here. They'll do anything to please their master, won't they, Mika?" he added, giving the slave a nudge.
Mika's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly nodded, understanding her role in Igor's scheme. "Yes, Master Gob," she said, her voice breathy. "They'll do anything to please their master." Igor rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with greed and anticipation. "So, what do you say, Gob? Interested in expanding your... collection?" Gob's fingers paused in their teasing of Mika's nipple, his eyes narrowing as he considered Igor's proposal. The old goblin was right; with Maggot causing trouble, he could use the extra hands down in the cellar. Plus, the thought of having more slaves, more partners in his pleasures, sent a thrill coursing through him. He was tempted. But he didn't want to seem too eager, not in front of Igor.
The old goblin was a shrewd businessman, always looking for an angle. Gob needed to play it cool, to make Igor think he was the one in control. "Let me think on it, Igor," he said, his voice noncommittal. "I'll send word to you by tomorrow's end." "Of course, Master Gob. I'll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the shop, his back straight and his head held high. But as soon as the door closed behind him, Gob could hear the beating of hooves and the jingling of harnesses.
He turned to Mika, his eyes narrowing as he said, "You listen here, slave. You're to stay put in the back room until I come for you. Understand?" Mika nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Yes, Master Gob," she whispered. He gave her a final squeeze on the breast, a harsh reminder of who was in charge, before letting her go. He stomped over to the window, pushing aside the grimy curtain to peer out into the street.
Outside, Igor was already on his horse, his ugly face split into a wide, triumphant grin. He didn't wave or call out to Gob, just dug his heels into the horse's flanks and took off at a gallop, heading east towards the plains of Aban.
It was a long journey, but Igor was a seasoned traveler, and he had made this trip many times before. The plains of Aban were famous for their beautiful native women, known for their big breasts and curvaceous bodies that drove men wild. Igor could already taste the sweet honey of their laughter and the scent of their exotic perfumes. He chuckled to himself, his ugly face split into a wide, eager grin as he spurred his horse on faster.
Gob watched Igor ride off, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He knew exactly where the old goblin was headed and why. The plains of Aban were a goldmine for slave traders like Igor, and he wasn't above using his wares to sweeten the deal. But Gob wasn't interested in more slaves, at least not right now.
He had enough on his plate with Maggot's betrayal and Raven's disappearance. He needed to focus on finding Raven before it was too late. As he watched Igor ride off into the distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The old goblin was always scheming, always looking for an angle. But what was his game this time?