Chapter 4: Climax
The portal swirled and churned around Nelly like a living, breathing organism, its green and black tendrils grasping at her, pulling her deeper into the goblin realm. The air was thick and heavy, filled with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. It was as if she had stepped into a dream, a twisted, nightmarish fantasy that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.
As the portal spat her out onto the hard-packed dirt of the goblin world, Nelly's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before her.
The world was a twisted, grotesque parody of her own, the sky a sickly green and the trees gnarled and misshapen, their branches hung with rotting fruit and dead, desiccated animals. She could hear strange, alien birdcalls and the distant, eerie howls of some unseen creature.
The two ugly goblins that had dragged her through the portal were now leering at her, their eyes roving over her perfect body with a hunger that made her stomach churn.
She was still wearing the silk robe she had donned earlier, but it was now torn and tattered, barely covering her curves. She hugged her knees to her chest, her eyes darting around the strange, twisted landscape, searching for any sign of escape.
But there was none. The sickly green sky seemed to press down upon her, making her feel small and helpless.
"Hey, pretty one," one of the goblins sneered, his voice a high-pitched, nasal whine. "We gotta take you to the slaver. Let's go." He reached out a clawed hand, grasping her arm and yanking her to her feet. She stumbled, her knees buckling beneath her weight, but the goblin's grip was iron-tight, keeping her upright.
The other goblin, the one with the snout full of jagged teeth, stepped up beside her, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Yeah, come on, pretty one," he growled, his voice low and guttural.
His snout was really ugly, a twisted mass of jagged teeth and green, warty skin. He was small and crippled, his body hunched and misshapen, but it was his fat, bloated belly that caught Nelly's attention. He slapped her fat ass, a brutal, hard smack that made her yelp in surprise and pain. She stumbled forward, her body moving despite her brain's desperate commands to stop. The other goblin, the one who had spoken first, laughed, a high-pitched, cackling sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"Atta boy, Grimma," he said, his voice filled with a dark, cruel humor. "Show the pretty one what she's in for."
Nelly's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The two goblins, Grimma and his companion, marched her through the twisted, grotesque landscape of their world. As they walked, she couldn't help but stare in horror and disbelief at the creatures that surrounded them. Goblins of all shapes and sizes scurried about, their skin a sickly green and their forms a twisted parody of humanoid figures. Some were hunched and misshapen, while others were tall and gangly, their limbs ending in sharp, bony points.
There were other creatures too, things that Nelly couldn't even begin to identify. Huge, slug-like beasts oozed across the ground, their slimy trails glinting in the sickly green light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
Nelly's eyes widened in horror at the sight, her stomach churning at the thought of what might be lurking in the shadows. As they walked, she couldn't help but stare at the twisted, grotesque landscape around her, her mind reeling with the sheer wrongness of it all.
After what felt like hours, the goblins finally stopped on the side of the road to rest. Nelly stumbled to a halt, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body aching from the unforgiving pace they had set. She looked up at the two ugly creatures who had brought her here, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, exhaustion, and anger.
"Can't...can't we...rest?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Please, just a moment to catch my breath."
Grimma, the goblin with the snout full of jagged teeth, snorted derisively. "We ain't got time for that, pretty one. The slaver don't like it when his merchandise is late." He clapped his clawed hands together, his eyes gleaming with a cruel light. "But we can spare a moment for a quick snack."
His companion, the goblin who had spoken first, grinned, his eyes roving over Nelly's body with an lascivious hunger. "Yeah, I could use a little taste of somethin' sweet," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. He reached out, his clawed hand grasping her arm and pulling her close.
The ugly goblin's eyes widened, a low, guttural growl escaping his lips. "What's this?" he snarled, his gaze flicking from Nelly to the two goblins who had brought her. "A new toy?" He licked his lips, his eyes roving over her body with a hunger that made her stomach churn. But before he could act, a tiny, ugly goblin riding a curvy, busty blonde like a horse hobbled up to them. The little goblin's eyes widened at the sight of Nelly, his fat, bloated belly jiggling as he chuckled. "Well, well, well," he cackled, his voice high and nasal.
"Looks like you boys have found a nice, juicy one." He dismounted the blonde, who remained still on all fours, her eyes blank and glazed over. The goblin gave her a swift kick in the ribs, making her grunt in pain. "Get up, you useless bitch," he spat, and the blonde slowly rose to her feet, her body swaying slightly.
"What do you think you're doing, Frit?" Grimma growled, his hand tightening around Nelly's arm. "She's ours."
The goblin named Frit snorted, his eyes never leaving Nelly. "Ours?
No one owns the pretty ones until the slaver takes a look," Frit scoffed. He stepped closer, his eyes roving over Nelly's body, lingering on her ample breasts that were barely contained by the tattered remnants of her robe. "Besides, I'm doing you a favor. Old Red-Eye loves his humans, and he's got a special taste for the big-titted ones."
Grimma's grip on Nelly's arm tightened, his jagged teeth bared in a snarl. "We found her, Frit.
She's not for sale," Grimma snarled, his grip on Nelly's arm tightening.
Frit chuckled, his beady eyes never leaving Nelly's body. "Not for sale? Everything's for sale, Grimma. Come back tomorrow morning and you can have her for the right price. But let me have a taste of her first." He turned to the blonde, who was now on her hands and knees, her eyes downcast. "Up you go, sweetheart," he commanded, and the blonde slowly rose from her position, her hands trembling slightly.
Nelly gasped as Frit's gaze flicked back to her, his eyes gleaming with a sick, lustful hunger. "Now, pretty one, turn around and bend over.
Let's see what those big, juicy tits of yours can do," Frit growled, his tiny, clawed hands roughly grabbing the blonde's ample breasts, squeezing and kneading them like ripe fruit. The blonde moaned, her eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and submission. She didn't resist as Frit pushed her down onto her hands and knees, her generous curves swaying with the motion.
"Fuck, just look at those tits, Grimma," Frit panted, his voice thick with lust. "They're like ripe melons, ain't they? And I'm gonna fuck her so hard, they'll be bouncing all over the place." The blonde's tits shook and wobbled as Frit roughly shoved his tiny, ugly body against her, his clawed hands gripping her hips.
He spat on his hand, the saliva gleaming in the sickly green light, and began to rub himself, his tiny, green cock already hard and ready. Nelly watched, her eyes wide with horror and revulsion, as Frit grabbed the blonde's ass with one hand, spreading her cheeks wide to give himself better access. He spat again, this time aiming for the blonde's asshole, the saliva dripping down her crack, making her flinch with disgust. But she didn't move, didn't resist. She just lay there, her body trembling slightly, waiting for the inevitable.
Frit, the little goblin, was already slapping her ass with his clawed hands, his tiny green body moving with an eager, desperate sort of energy. She knew what was coming, and she wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything to stop it. But her body was frozen, her mind a whirlwind of terror and revulsion.
"Come on, you fucking bitch," Frit growled, his clawed hands gripping her hips roughly. "You know you want it.
Look at those big, round tits of yours. They're made for a real fucking."
Frit's tiny, clawed hands gripped the blonde's hips like a vice, his green cock bobbing eagerly as he spat on it again, slicking it up for what was to come. Nelly watched, her stomach churning as the goblin positioned himself at the blonde's entrance.
"Please," the blonde whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, don't do this."
Frit just chuckled, a low, rasping sound that sent shivers down Nelly's spine.
"Don't worry, you'll thank me for this later," he said, as he pressed his tiny green cock against the blonde's pussy. She whimpered, her body tensing as he began to push inside her, his clawed hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Frit groaned, his voice filled with a dark, perverse pleasure. "You're so fucking tight, bitch. I love it." He began to move, his tiny body pistoning in and out of her, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust.
The blonde's body shook and trembled with each thrust, her big, round tits bouncing and swaying with the motion. Frit's eyes were locked onto them, his gaze filled with a dark, lustful hunger. " Look at those tits, fuck yeah," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. " They're fucking amazing, ain't they, Grimma? " Grimma just snarled, his gaze flicking between the blonde and Nelly, his eyes gleaming with a dark, possessive light.
Nelly's stomach churned as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Frit's tiny green body moved with a frantic, desperate energy as he pistoned in and out of the blonde, his hips slapping against hers with each brutal thrust. The blonde's body shook and trembled beneath him, her big, round tits bouncing and swaying with the motion, her cries of pain and pleading falling on deaf ears.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Frit grunted, his voice thick with lust and exertion. His grip on the blonde's hips tightened, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her with a savage, animalistic intensity. The blonde's cries grew louder, more desperate, but Frit just grunted and groaned, lost in his own lustful frenzy.
Grimma watched, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement, his grip on Nelly's arm tightening as he, too, seemed to get caught up in the grisly spectacle. But Nelly couldn't bear to watch any longer. She wrenched her arm free from Grimma's grasp, stumbling back and turning away from the sickening scene.
"We should go," she gasped, her voice trembling with revulsion and fear. "We can't just stay here and watch this."
Grimma snorted, a sound that was almost a laugh. "Don't be such a tenderhearted thing, pretty one. This is just how it is in our world.
Better get used to it, pretty one," Grimma sneered, his gaze still fixed on the brutal scene unfolding before them. "Now, let's get movin'. The slaver won't wait all day." With that, he grabbed Nelly's arm again, pulling her along beside him as they continued their journey towards the slaver, leaving the blonde's cries of pain and pleading behind them. Nelly stumbled along beside Grimma, her mind racing and her stomach churning with revulsion and fear. She knew she had to keep moving, had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, but it was tough. Every step felt like a struggle, every breath like a battle. But she didn't want to give Grimma the satisfaction of seeing her break. So, she gritted her teeth and kept going, her eyes fixed on the twisted, grotesque landscape around her.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally came to a stop in front of a small, ramshackle hut. It was little more than a lean-to, with a thatched roof and walls made of twisted, gnarled branches. A thick, acrid smoke curled from the crooked chimney, and the air was filled with the scent of roasting meat.
Grimma shoved Nelly roughly towards the hut, his voice gruff and impatient. "In you go, pretty one.
The slaver will see you in the morning," Grimma growled, shoving Nelly into the hut. The stench of sweat and filth was overwhelming, and she stumbled, her knees hitting the hard-packed dirt floor. She looked around, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of people—or at least, what had once been people—chained to the walls, their bodies emaciated and their eyes blank. She backed away, her heart pounding in her chest as she huddled into a corner, too terrified to move.
The last thing she remembered was the sound of the goblins snoring outside, their rasping breaths echoing through the hut. Then, darkness.
But now, something was moving between her legs.
She sat up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked down.
In the dim light of the hut, she saw Frit, his tiny, green body moving between her legs, his clawed hands gripping her thighs. She gasped, her eyes widening in horror and disbelief. "What...what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Shhh," Frit hissed, his eyes gleaming with a sick, lustful hunger. "I'm just having a little taste of the pretty one.
You're awake already? I thought goblins put humans out for a few hours."
Nelly's breath hitched in her throat, her body frozen with shock and revulsion. She wanted to scream, to fight, but her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, as if she were still half-asleep.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.
"Please, stop. I don't want this."
Frit just chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down Nelly's spine. "You'll want it soon enough, pretty one," he said, his tiny, clawed hands gripping her thighs tighter. "I'll make sure of that. Besides, I think the slaver likes his merchandise tested. Makes for a better sale, don't you think?"
Nelly's eyes widened in horror as Frit's meaning became clear. She tried to kick him off, to struggle and fight, but her body was still sluggish, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Frit just laughed, his tiny, green body moving between her legs with an eager, desperate intensity.
"Don't worry, pretty one," he sneered, his clawed hands gripping her thighs tighter. "I'll make sure you're good and ready for the slaver. Besides, I think he likes his merchandise tested.
With that, he began to thrust his tiny, green cock against her, his sharp, clawed hands gripping her hips roughly. Nelly finally found the strength to fight back, her hands pushing against his chest, her legs trying to close tightly around him. But Frit was too strong, his tiny body moving with a frantic, desperate energy as he forced her legs apart, his clawed hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Please, no," Nelly begged, her voice filled with terror and revulsion.
Frit sneered, his tiny green cock throbbing with desire as he thrust harder, shoving it deeper into her. His clawed hands gripped her thighs, his tiny body moving between her luscious, trembling legs like a demented machine, fucking her with a desperate, savage intensity.
"Shut up, bitch," he snarled, his voice thick with lust. "You're just a piece of meat to me, a toy for the night. Now, shut up and take it like the whore you are."
Nelly's big, round breast popped out of the tattered remnants of her robe, shaking and swaying with every brutal thrust of Frit's tiny body.
The goblin's eyes were glued to them, his tiny green cock throbbing with desire as he watched them bounce and jiggle. He reached out with one clawed hand, grabbing the soft, plump flesh and kneading it roughly.
"Fuck, these are nice," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Big and juicy, just like I like 'em." He squeezed harder, making Nelly wince in pain. "Suck on them, pretty one," he ordered, his voice filled with a dark, perverse pleasure.
"Suck on your tits while I fuck you."
His tiny, clawed hands forced her hands to her breasts, her fingers circling her nipples, pinching and pulling on them until they were hard and swollen. The sensation sent a shiver of revulsion through her, but her body didn't listen to her mind. Instead, it responded to the vile command, her breasts swelling and her nipples hardening under her touch.
Frit's tiny, green cock slid in and out of her with a wet, squelching sound, his hips slapping against hers with each brutal thrust.
He grunted and moaned, his grip on her hips tightening, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her with a savage, animalistic intensity.
"That's it, pretty one," he groaned, his voice thick with lust and exertion. "You take it like a good little whore. Feel that tiny green cock inside you, filling you up, fucking you hard."
Nelly's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body shaking and trembling beneath him as he pistoned in and out of her.
She looked down, her eyes widening in horror and disbelief as she saw the tiny, ugly goblin between her legs, his small, green body moving with a frantic, desperate energy. His back ass thrust in and out of her, his tiny, clawed hands gripping her tanned thighs tightly. Her fat ass shook and jiggled with each brutal thrust, her big, round tits swaying and bouncing with the motion. She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe that this ugly, repulsive creature was inside her, using her body for his own sick, twisted pleasure.
A wave of nausea washed over her as she watched the goblin's ugly, wrinkled face, his eyes gleaming with a sick, lustful hunger. She wanted to look away, to close her eyes and block out the sight of him, but she couldn't.
It was like her body was frozen, trapped in a state of shock and horror. She tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but her voice was little more than a whisper. "Please," she begged, tears welling up in her eyes. "You'll get used to it, pretty one," he said, his voice thick with lust. "All humans do, eventually. You might even start to like it." He thrust harder, his tiny body slapping against hers with each brutal thrust.
Nelly's breath hitched in her throat as she tried to push him off, but her arms and legs felt like lead, unresponsive to her desperate commands. The goblin's eyes were locked onto her breasts, his tiny green cock throbbing with each thrust, his clawed hands gripping her hips with a bruising force.
"Fuck, these tits are perfect," he grunted, his gaze never leaving her heaving chest. "Big and bouncy, just the way I like 'em.
You're gonna make me a lot of gold, pretty one," Frit growled, his tiny body moving faster, his hips slapping against hers with a sickening sound.
Nelly's tears streamed down her face, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Please...stop...please...don't do this..." she begged, but the words were barely audible, her voice hoarse from crying and screaming.
Frit just laughed, a high-pitched, cackling sound that chilled her to the core. "Oh, pretty one, you're just getting started.
You're gonna be screaming and begging for me to stop, but I ain't gonna. Not until I'm good and done with you," Frit cackled, his tiny, green cock sliding in and out of her with an increasing pace.
Nelly's mind raced, desperate to find a way out of this nightmare. She thought of the blonde woman, lying on all fours, her mind and will broken. She couldn't let that happen to her. She had to fight, had to find a way to escape.
She tried to summon all her strength, to push Frit off, to scream for help.
But her limbs felt like they were made of lead, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
"Please," she begged again, her voice barely audible. "Someone...anyone...help me."
But the only response was the sound of Frit's grunting and the sickening squelch of his tiny body against hers. Nelly's mind raced, searching for any way out of this nightmare. She thought of the goblin's words, "The slaver likes his merchandise tested." Maybe if she could convince Frit she was too damaged, he would sell her quickly and move on.
It was a desperate plan, but it was all she had.
"You're hurting me," she gasped, her voice thick with unshed tears. "You're too big, I can't take it."
Frit's eyes gleamed with a cruel light. "I know, pretty one. That's why I like it." He thrust harder, his tiny body slamming against hers with brutal force. "Feel that, bitch? Feel the pain? That's what I live for."
Nelly's eyes watered, her body shaking with each violent thrust.
She couldn't take much more of this. She had to try something. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "Please...please, Frit. I can't take it. You're too big. I'm...I'm a virgin. This is my first time."
Frit paused, his tiny green cock still buried deep inside her. His eyes narrowed, and he studied her face, searching for any sign of deceit. Nelly could only hope that her acting was convincing enough.
She bit her lip, trying to look innocent and naive, her big, round tits heaving with her rapid breathing.
Frit tilted his head, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized her. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his cock pulsed deep inside her. "Fuck," he hissed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "A virgin, huh? That's even better."
He withdrew his cock halfway, only to slam back into her with renewed vigor. Nelly winced at the sudden, intense pain, but she kept her pleading, innocent act up.
"Please, Frit, it hurts so much. I can't... I can't do this."
Frit's grin widened, his tiny green cock throbbing inside her. "Don't worry, pretty one, the pain will go away soon. And then you'll enjoy every fucking second of it," he growled, his hips moving with a savage, brutal rhythm.
He reached up with one of his clawed hands and grabbed onto her big, round tit, squeezing it roughly. "Fuck, these tits are perfect," he grunted, his voice thick with lust.
"Big and bouncy, just the way I like 'em." "They're gonna make me a lot of gold, pretty one," he growled, his tiny body moving faster, his hips slapping against hers with a sickening sound.
Nelly's mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. She knew she had to keep him talking, keep him distracted. "How much gold do you think you can get for me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Frit chuckled, a low, rasping sound that sent shivers down Nelly's spine.
"Oh, pretty one, you're in for a treat," he said, his tiny green cock pulsing inside her. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna scream for more."
He pulled out of her, and Nelly felt a moment of relief, but it was short-lived. Frit grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her body trembling with fear and humiliation.
"Now, let's see what you're really made of," Frit growled, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.
He spit on his hand, the saliva gleaming in the dim light of the hut as he slicked it up over his tiny green cock. Nelly watched in horror as he positioned himself behind her, his clawed hands gripping her hips like a vice. She tried to struggle, to fight back, but her limbs felt like they were made of lead, unresponsive to her desperate commands.
"Please, no," she begged, her voice filled with terror and revulsion. "Don't do this to me."
Frit just chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers of dread down Nelly's spine.
"You're in no position to tell me what to do, pretty one," he said, his voice thick with lust and malice. "You're going to take it whether you want to or not."
He positioned himself at her entrance, his tiny green cock pulsing with desire as he rubbed the head against her. Nelly braced herself, her hands clenching into fists as she prepared for the inevitable. She had hoped to convince him that she was too damaged, but it seemed that her plan was failing miserably.
"Please, Frit," she begged, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I'm not ready for this.
Please, Frit. I'm begging you," Nelly pleaded, her voice thick with desperation. She tried to clench her ass cheeks together, but Frit's clawed hands held her firmly in place.
"You're not in a position to beg, bitch," Frit sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing more than a piece of meat to me, a toy for my pleasure."
Nelly felt a trickle of sweat run down her back, her body trembling with fear and revulsion.
She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe that this ugly, repulsive creature was about to fuck her again.
"Please, Frit," she begged, her voice hoarse from crying and screaming. "I can't take this anymore. Please don't do this."
Frit just laughed, a high-pitched, cackling sound that made Nelly's blood run cold. "Oh, pretty one, you're just getting started," he said, his tiny green cock throbbing with anticipation.
"You're gonna take every inch of this, and you're gonna love it."
Nelly's breath hitched, a sob catching in her throat. "No, please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't take it. It hurts." "That's the point, pretty one. The pain makes it better. Makes it more intense."
He spit on his cock again, the saliva dripping down her crack. Nelly flinched, her body trembling with revulsion.
She could feel the cold saliva dripping between her cheeks, the sensation making her skin crawl. She tried to clench her ass cheeks together, but Frit's clawed hands were like a vice, holding her firmly in place. "You don't have to do this. I'll do anything you want. Just please, no more pain."
Frit chuckled, his tiny green cock bobbing eagerly between his legs. "You'll do anything I want?
Oh, I like the sound of that," Frit said, his voice dripping with malice. He spat again, this time aiming at her asshole, the saliva dripping down her crack and coating her puckered hole. Nelly clenched her cheeks tighter, her body trembling with revulsion.
"Please, Frit, no," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't take this. Please, just fuck me like a normal person."
Frit just laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers of dread down Nelly's spine. "Normal? We ain't human, pretty one.
We goblins don't do normal," Frit snarled, his tiny green cock throbbing with anticipation. "We do what we want, when we want. And right now, I want my cock deep in your asshole."
Nelly whimpered, her body trembling with revulsion and fear. "No, please. I can't," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
Frit slapped her ass harshly, the sound echoing through the hut. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You take what I give you, and you take it with a smile.
Now, bend over and take this cock like the little whore you are."
Nelly's body shuddered, her mind racing as she searched for a way out, but her limbs were unresponsive, her body frozen in fear and revulsion.
Frit's tiny green cock, slick with his own spit and the saliva dripping from her ass, pressed against her puckered hole. She clenched her cheeks, trying to keep him out, but his clawed hand slapped her ass again, the brutal force of it jarring her entire body.
"Open up, bitch.
Take it like a good little whore," Frit growled, his tiny green cock pressing insistently against her tight, virgin hole. His voice was thick with lust and malice, his hands gripping her hips like claws. The goblin's eyes were glued to the sight of her puckered asshole, his cock pulsing with eagerness.
Nelly whimpered, her body shaking with fear and revulsion. I've never..." Her breath hitched, and she fought to keep her voice steady. "I've never done this before.
Please, Frit, don't...don't hurt me," Nelly begged, her voice barely a whisper. Her body trembled as she felt the head of Frit's tiny green cock pressing insistently against her tight, virgin asshole.
Frit chuckled, a low, guttural sound that made Nelly's skin crawl. "That's what makes it so much fucking fun, pretty one. You're a virgin here, aren't you? This tight little asshole is mine for the taking." He spat on his cock again, the saliva dripping down her crack and coating her puckered hole.
Despite her desperate pleas, Nelly felt her body relaxing slightly, her asshole gradually opening up to accommodate his tiny green cock.
"Fuck, you're so tight, pretty one," Frit grunted, his voice thick with lust as he pushed the head of his cock into her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of intense pain and sheer, raw wrongness. Nelly let out a guttural cry, her body trembling as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.
Frit didn't pause, didn't give her a moment to get used to it.
He just kept pushing forward, his tiny green cock forcing its way deeper into her virgin ass. Nelly's breath hitched, her body shaking and trembling beneath him as pain and shame washed over her.
"Fuck, yeah," Frit hissed, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Feel that, pretty one? Feel my tiny green cock stretching your little asshole wide open? You're so fucking tight, it's like a vice around my cock."
He gripped her hips tighter, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust deeper, his tiny body pistoning in and out of her ass with increasing speed.
Nelly's body shook and trembled beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to adjust to the brutal invasion. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the hut, accompanied by Frit's low, grunting moans and Nelly's desperate, pained whimpers.
Frit's eyes were locked onto the sight of his tiny green cock sliding in and out of her tight, virgin ass, his gaze filled with a dark, perverse pleasure. "Look at that, pretty one," he snarled, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is gripping my cock so fucking tight, I can feel every inch of you.
Fuck yeah, pretty one," Frit groaned, his tiny body moving like a demented machine, fucking her ass with a savage, desperate intensity. His clawed hands gripped her hips like a vice, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place, forcing her to take every brutal thrust.
Nelly's body shook and trembled beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tried to adjust to the vicious invasion. Her big, round tits swayed and bounced with each brutal thrust, her nipples hard and swollen, her body betrayed by its own traitorous arousal.
Nelly cried out in pain and humiliation, her voice echoing through the hut. "No, please, Frit. It hurts. Stop," she begged, her voice hoarse and tearful.
Frit just laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers of dread down Nelly's spine. "I love it when you beg, pretty one. It makes me want to fuck you even harder." He gripped her hips tighter, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increased the pace, his tiny body moving like a savage, piston-driven machine.
Nelly's big, round tits bounced and swayed with each brutal thrust, her nipples hard and swollen, her body a contradiction of pain and unwanted arousal.
"Take it, you fucking whore," Frit growled, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "Take my tiny green cock in that tight ass of yours. You were made for fucking, weren't you? You were born to take cock in every hole, weren't you?"
Nelly's body shook and trembled as she tried to fight the growing sensation of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her pain.
She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into the dirt floor of the hut as she tried to hold on to her resolve. But it was no use. Her body was a traitor, responding to the ugly goblin's brutal assault despite her mind's desperate protests.
Frit's tiny green cock slid in and out of her ass with a wet, sucking sound, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain coursing through her veins. He grunted and groaned, his grip on her hips like iron, his clawed fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pistoned in and out of her.
Her ass cheeks jiggled and clapped with each brutal thrust, the sound echoing through the hut like some demented drumbeat.
"Fuck, you're tight," Frit hissed, his voice thick with lust and effort. "Your little asshole is gripping my cock so fucking tight. It's like a goddamn vice." He spat again, the saliva landing on her back and dripping down her spine, leaving a trail of cold, wetness. "Fuck yeah, pretty one. You're gonna take every inch of my tiny green cock.
Now, take it, take it all!" Frit growled, his grip on her hips like steel as he slammed into her ass with a brutal force. Nelly's body shook and trembled with each thrust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she clung to the edge of consciousness.
With a final, savage thrust, Frit let out a guttural roar, his tiny green cock pulsing deep inside her ass as he came. Nelly could feel the hot, sticky warmth of his cum filling her, each spurt sending a wave of revulsion and shame crashing over her. Frit pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound, leaving her ass gaping and raw.
He looked down at her with a cruel, satisfied smile, his tiny green cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "There you go, pretty one. I told you you'd enjoy it." He wiped his cock on her back, leaving a trail of his cum before stepping back and adjusting his tattered loincloth. "You're gonna make some slaver a lot of gold." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Nelly alone and broken in the hut.
Nelly lay there, her body trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. She couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but stare at the dirt floor of the hut as humiliation and pain washed over her in waves. She felt used, violated, and utterly helpless.
As the sun rose the next morning, casting a harsh light into the hut, Nelly knew she couldn't stay here any longer. The mere memory of Frit's tiny green cock invading her body sent shivers of revulsion down her spine. She had to find a way out, had to escape this nightmare. She had to find the portal that had brought her here and return to her own world.
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Gingerly, she rose to her feet, her body aching and sore. She looked down at herself, seeing the ugly bruises that marked her hips and thighs. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she remembered the goblin's cruel hands gripping her, the sound of his laughter as he forced himself into her.
But there was no time to dwell on the horror of what had happened. Frit appeared at the entrance of the hut, his tiny green body silhouetted against the brightening sky. "Come on, pretty one," he said, his voice gruff and impatient. "No time to waste. We've got a long journey ahead of us." He threw her a filthy rag to clean herself up. Nelly took it, her eyes watering as she wiped away the evidence of Frit's violation. She pulled her torn robe back on, her hands shaking with a mix of fear and humiliation. Frit watched her, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're a mess, pretty one, but don't worry. I'll clean you up nice for the slaver.
Make you a real pretty little piece of merchandise," Frit said, his eyes gleaming with a sick, lustful hunger. He grabbed a bucket of water and a rag, making his way towards Nelly with a predatory smile.
Nelly's heart pounded in her chest as she backed away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew she couldn't outrun him, couldn't fight him off. She was trapped. Again.
Frit laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers of dread down Nelly's spine. "Don't be like that, pretty one.
I just want to make you shine for the slaver. Trust me, you'll thank me later," Frit cooed, his tiny, clawed hands reaching for her. Nelly flinched, her breath hitching in her chest, her body still aching from the previous night's violation.
Frit's eyes narrowed as he took in her shivering form, her tattered robe doing little to conceal her curves. "Aw, don't be such a scared little thing. This will be fun, I promise," he said, his voice dripping with falsely sweet malice.
"Now, hands over your head."
Nelly complied, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Frit's tiny, clawed hands grazed her skin, his fingers trailing down her arms and across her chest, lingering on her big, round tits before moving lower. He grabbed the edges of her tattered robe, his fingers yanking roughly as he tore the fabric from her body, leaving her completely exposed.
Nelly shivered, her body trembling with a mix of fear and revulsion. Frit's eyes roamed over her naked form, his tiny green cock already hard and eager.