Goblin Folk Games
The goblins' folk games were so creative and overflowing with malice that even I, the one on the receiving end, couldn't help but admire them.
The first one: belly punching.
"... Uwoooook?!!♥♥"
Thud! A powerful impact slammed into my abdomen, and I dangled in the air, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. It started with fists. Then kicks. Next came clubs. Finally, a massive hammer. Any normal woman would have died at the club-beating stage. But my body was perfectly resilient, growing stronger even as they pummeled me. That was one reason this hellish time dragged on endlessly.
Gazing at my hammer-struck belly, the goblins cheered gleefully. This meat onahole doesn't die easy. We can play with her as much as we want. That was the look on their faces.
One goblin picked up a long, red-hot iron rod and approached me. Without hesitation, he shoved it into my pussy and asshole. I screamed—I'd lost count of how many times by now.
"Kwaaaaaaaaah!!!!"
The pain outweighed any pleasure. No, pure pleasure barely registered at all. It was this pathetic situation that turned me on. Tears and snot streaming down my face, I wailed in agony. They roared in delight.
The goblins pulled out the rod and grabbed another. This time, they didn't thrust it straight in—they prodded my pussy for a while first, then rammed it deep, as if trying to pierce me through.
"Kgh! Kwaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!!!"
The goblins' folk game number two: the screaming contest. Whoever made the meat onahole scream the loudest won.
They also pinched my nipples with tongs, rubbing them slowly.
"Aaaaaaaaah!! It huuurts!! My nipples!!♥♥♥"
Or poured scalding boiling water into my asshole.
"Kghuuuuuugh!! Kuwwoooooook!!"
Hanging upside down, I flailed my severed limb stumps obscenely. They subjected me to every torture imaginable to make me look even more ridiculous.
Then came their third game. I drank their special sewage sludge. My face shoved into a massive bucket, I gulped it down frantically to avoid drowning. Once it was empty, I gasped for air, face smashed against the bottom. I couldn't spit any back up. My belly swelled grotesquely from the filth. Sprawled on the ground, I grunted like a pig, fighting back the urge to vomit.
But my resolve meant nothing—a fat goblin leaped in and slammed his ass down on my belly.
"Krfuuup!!♥♥ Uweeeeeek!!!♥♥♥♥ Ugh! Uweeeeeek!!!!!"
Like a frog with a burst gut, I spewed the sludge from my stomach skyward. Whoever made me puke the highest won. Of all their games, this one was by far the worst. Unlike the first two, where I just took the beatings, this forced me to chug that sludge every round. At first, I could barely stomach it, but now I could guzzle it down. Was that my body adapting too? My severed limbs still hadn't regrown—their stumps were sealed with iron bars.
"Kgh♥♥ Khweeeek♥♥♥"
This made five rounds. Exhaustion weighed down my body and dulled my senses. I'd already endured half a day of their intense tortures. Any normal woman would have died long ago. My skin, scorched and crushed by fire torture, had already healed perfectly. It was beyond overflowing with vitality. A curse and a blessing. Because of my body's traits, the goblins' acts were especially brutal and violent. An undying slab of meat? From their perspective, it was perfect.
After the long fifth round ended, they tossed my body into a rushing river.
Air... I can't breathe!!
I thrashed in the current for ages. If the goblins didn't pull me out, I'd end up fish food—or suffer in the water forever. I prayed they'd haul me out sooner. Horrible as the goblins were, right now I had no choice but to rely on them. The humiliation of that fact was unbearable.
"Kheuk! Haa! Haaaah!"
Nearly five minutes later, I could finally breathe again. Confirming I was relatively clean, the goblins approached with cocks at the ready—big ones, small ones, ugly ones, handsome ones, all of them. Their dicks ranged from 20 centimeters to nearly forearm-thick monsters.
Their fourth game: gang rape. The one where I could finally rest a bit. Even if they added beatings during it. Compared to everything before, it felt downright pleasant.
A massive cock rammed into my throat, but after all the sewage training, I sucked it down easily. The better I made them feel, the higher my chances of rest. Sex was great, getting used by lowly goblins was great, this sense of utter ruin when it all ended was great. But humans want to rest when they're tired. God, I wanted to rest for real.
I slurped frantically at the cocks, clenching my ass and pussy to please them. Even then, my tits got punched, my nipples twisted, my ass fisted—the stimulation was overwhelming.
"Kwoooooook!!♥♥♥♥ Stop♥♥ No more fists in my ass♥♥♥"
Squelch. Squelch. Unnatural sounds came from my asshole, and I twisted my body, squealing like a pig, but nothing improved. Slapped for resisting, cock stuffed in my mouth, I moaned in pain. Careful not to bite by accident, I sucked diligently. Goblin cum flooded my womb, my mouth, my stomach, then refluxed back up. Punched, impaled, seared by fire. Amid their degrading gazes and violent acts, I begged pathetically for my life, fawning over them. Me, such a beauty, shaking my tits while pleading for mercy♥♥♥
The group gangbang had raged for three hours. Not even halfway done. At best, three goblins in five minutes—30 in 50, 60 in 100. Some even revived after one load and came back. Fatigue piled up, and I felt like I might truly collapse. But I couldn't. Who knew what horrors they'd unleash while I was down. It thrilled and terrified me.
"Kgh♥♥ Oook♥♥ Ugh♥♥"
I clenched my pussy around a goblin shaking his cock hard, smacking my lips seductively. A night passed while they gang-raped me. My pussy, numb and sore from overuse, clenched as tightly as it could to accept another creampie.
"Keeek!! Kiiiek!!"
The goblin squeezed my tits and thrust with all his might, then flopped onto the ground without a glance back, snoring loudly. Could I finally rest? Hanging like a bell, I scanned my surroundings. Every goblin slept soundly. I watched them for a while. None stirred. Tormenting was exhausting, but so was tormenting—especially with sex involved. My cheat body handled it fine, but not them.
Alone at last, I dazedly tried moving my arms and legs. Clank clank. No give at all.
"......."
A cold dawn breeze blew, chilling my fevered mind. My brain had been ruled by perverse lust, deliberately losing to the goblins to offer my body. But now that it was truly over... was this my fate forever? A plaything for these goblins eternally? The thought brought a wave of vague anxiety, fear, terror, regret.
Sex was good. Torment was good. The insane tortures... looking back, I'd enjoyed them. But infinite repetition for near-eternity? Overwhelming dread crashed over me.
How long did goblins live? Years? Or would adventurers wipe them out first? No chance of escaping on my own. Only adventurers could save me. Yeah. Someday. They would. I closed my eyes, clinging to that—but it was wrong.
The goblins soon woke and started moving camp. I'd assumed more torture and rape, but they hung me in a sack like a slaughter hog and marched on. Where to? Curiosity flickered, but exhaustion overtook me, and I passed out.
"Keeek!! Kieeek!!"
"Kyaaak?!"
Something viciously pinched my nipple, sparks exploding before my eyes. I jolted awake.
"Wh-what?!"
Eyes open, I saw goblins. So many goblins. Beyond imagining.
"The... kingdom...?"
It was like a Goblin Kingdom. In a plaza that looked like an ancient human city, I hung like a bell amid hundreds, thousands of goblins. Other human women slaves too—all limbless, broken, mangled, barely human-shaped.
"Keeek! Kieeek!"
A staff-wielding goblin pointed at me and shouted. A massive goblin stood nearby. Light flared from the staff, and I felt life stirring in my womb.
"Ah♥"
No adventurers would come. I'd live forever as their onahole and breeding machine. The realization drew a lewd moan from my lips.