Captured in the Goblin Den
I survey my surroundings as the goblin-exclusive quadruple-amputee onahole bitch. Goblins everywhere I look—left, right, nothing but goblins. Bonfires blaze fiercely, tents stand pitched, and their weapons lie scattered about. The goblins fix their glowing red eyes on me, the female.
Your name in this world is Alisa. From now on, I'm Alisa. A bitch named Alisa. Kneeling, I gaze at the goblins. Coming to this otherworld as a woman is fine. But I want to at least admire my beautiful, fuckable body first. Yet as if denying me even that, a goblin grabs my hair.
I yelp in surprise. "Eek?!" It's an unladylike, guttural scream, but my voice isn't. "Wait! That hurts!" I know they can't understand, but I shout anyway. A ripping sound echoes from my hair—crack, crack—and my pretty locks tear free. I know I have the cheat ability of eternal beauty, but I can't help reacting.
I try to pry the goblins' arms off my hair. Then a dull thud hits me. Dazed, I stare blankly at them. They've clubbed my head with a cudgel.
"W-wait! It hurts! It hurts so much!" The goblins trample me wildly and bash me with their clubs. The unimaginable agony makes me curl up like a grub. I scream as if being torn apart. Just getting hit hurts, but blows to the bone are on another level—like stakes driven into my skeleton. Heavy impacts ripple through my body.
I'm dying. I'm really dying. The pain is so overwhelming that terror of death grips me. I flail my hands to swat away a goblin's club. Thwack—it collides with my hand. I imagine my hand shattering.
"Keeek!?" The goblin shrieks in confusion. My hand is fine; its club flies off into the distance.
"Uh...." Am I... stronger than I thought? I recall the Reincarnation Goddess's words before arriving in this world. She said she'd reincarnate me as a bitch with Eternal Immortal Power. Is this what she meant?
The goblin backs away a step or two, wary. If I run now, I might escape. My head isn't even bleeding after those club blows. What kind of durability is this? At the same time, I realize the goddess played a cruel trick. In this state, I can't deliberately lose to goblins. I have to choose to lose—flail around just enough to pretend resistance, then surrender to these goblins I could easily beat.
It's... so... unfair. A rapturous grin spreads across my face. The goblins retreat another step. I could flee like this. With such a pretty, tough, strong body, I could live perfectly as a woman in this world. Suitors would trip over themselves.
But if that were my plan, I wouldn't have reincarnated here. I drop to my knees.
"I-I surrender... please spare my life♥"
I'm glad my first words are to goblins. At least humans won't see this horrific act. Kneeling in dogeza, shame burns through me like fire on my face. Then it hits me—I forgot I'm not naked. I'm in ordinary women's clothes, doing dogeza like this. Should I strip now? Or stay down? Moving might make them think I'm resisting.
In a trembling voice, I say, "I-I lost... cut off my arms and legs so I can't resist anymore... use me as your onahole♥"
My voice, which should sound beautiful and noble, comes out pathetic and vulgar. My wretched tone carries no dignity whatsoever. The goblins tilt their heads at each other, then snicker and approach. Several bring ropes.
They're tying me up. A goblin starts binding my body slowly with sticks and ropes. I itch to resist right away—my whole body tingles and shakes—but I let them. Soon, I'm tied spread-eagled. I eye them. Can I break free now? I strain my arms and legs with all my might. The ropes creak ominously.
"Keeek!" As I resist, a goblin clubs my head.
"Guhk!" It hits my ear. Ringing fills my head as I watch it raise the club again.
"Ugh... uuu...." I must have blacked out for a moment. My head spins as I open my eyes. Did it hit my jaw? Nothing seems broken, but my head throbs like it's splitting.
"Huh?" I try to move my limbs and realize they're tightly bound. Ropes secure my arms, legs, waist, and every joint in a spread-eagle restraint.
I tense my body to test it. No give at all.
"Chains?" My arms and legs are bound with chains, not just ropes.
"Agh! It's cold!" Ice-cold water splashes over me. I scream and writhe as it hits my bare skin.
"Keeek! Kiiik!" Over a hundred goblins stare at me from ahead.
"Hii...♥" Terror seizes me, and I scream. A hundred leering goblins lick their lips.
Am I dying? Am I really going to die? I strain to escape, but nothing budges. Good thing they bound me tight, or I might have fled. Naked in the wind, it's chilly. The goblins ogle my nude body greedily. I haven't even admired it myself. Shame threatens to shatter my mind.
Even goblins' lustful gazes feel human—no, worse. In that sense, baring myself to goblins might be more humiliating than to humans. Something sticky drips from my crotch, but I can't check. My huge breasts block the view. Stray hair tickles my nose. I try to brush it away, but the bonds prevent it.
"Ah, aa... wait a sec..." I watch them fetch axes and saws.
"Arms and legs... first, huh?" As a woman, I don't need them. I just need to satisfy goblin lust and bear their young. Their resolve radiates that intent. Bone-chilling fear grips me. Club blows hurt that much already. An axe to the arm? No, it won't sever in one swing—my body's too tough. That's why they brought the saw. Schick, schick through my limbs. Pain beyond blows or cuts.
Pain has no pleasure. My body shudders; something warm trickles down my thighs.
"W-wouldn't you rather use my pussy first...? It's brand new, never used... it'll feel amazing..." My quivering voice doesn't reach them. A burly goblin presses the saw to my arm.
"N-no... don't... I hate it..." I thrash with all my strength, but chains rattle uselessly. Surrounding goblins grip my limbs—no resistance possible. Cold metal touches my arm. I grit my teeth against the coming pain.
"Ugh, grr. GRRAAAAAAAAGH!!!! AAAAAAAGH!!!" It hurts. It hurts so much—words fail. I thrash madly. I want to writhe, escape this agony now. But the goblins ignore me and saw away.
"AAAAAAAAGH!!!!! GRAAAGH!! Stop!!! It hurts!!!! HURTS SO MUCHHHH!!!" Half-mad, I scream and flail. Flesh tears against the chains, blood flows, but I feel nothing now. It's like molten iron searing me. Sparks burst in my mind; something floods my brain.
It hurts. Too much. Tears and snot streak my face as I shake my head wildly. I never want to feel this again. I want to go back. Yet deep inside, amid the thoughts, bliss-like joy blooms.
"AAAGH!!! AAAAAAGH!!! Ha... haa! Heuk!!" Sensation vanishes from my left arm—gone, with burning pain lingering. One arm lies on the ground. It looks unreal. Flushed, I watch them raise the saw to my remaining arm.
"P-please stop♡" In a raspy voice, I beg forgiveness—knowing they won't grant it.