The Goblins' Indestructible Toy and Breeding Machine
The goblin shaman swings his staff. I have no idea what kind of magic it is, so I watch tensely, and the effect manifests immediately.
"Ugh?♥ Ah, Aaaaah?!"
My pretty straight abs start swelling up rapidly. Yesterday, after the goblins gave me an enema or creampied me, my belly had puffed out like this. I'd always gotten belly-punched to spew the contents back out, though.
"No, nooo♥♥ Don't do iiiit♥♥♥"
But this time is different from yesterday. A bizarre sensation fills my gut, like life itself is swelling inside. Something's multiplying in there in real time. A pregnancy that should take months compresses into mere minutes. My belly grows heavier and heavier, while some unknown transparent fluid leaks from my pussy.
A goblin spawn is growing in my womb. In this unimaginable horror, I thrash my limbless torso desperately to escape, but it's no use. Overwhelmed by the helplessness of my quadruple amputation and this weird awe at the life burgeoning within, I keep staring down at my swelling gut.
A few minutes pass, and my belly balloons out plump and round, just like a full-term pregnant woman's.
"Guuh!? Aaaaah!! My beeeelly♥♥"
Then an immense agony erupts from my uterus. It's like appendicitis, but the intensity doesn't even compare. Sweat pours from me as I scream, my voice tearing apart.
Pregnant for less than a day, and now I'm about to give birth. I'd steeled myself for childbirth eventually, but I never imagined it'd happen this soon.
The goblin shaman barks orders at the goblins around him. Kik. Kik. They approach with gleeful cackles. One grabs my pussy with both hands and yanks it apart like he's ripping it open.
"Aaaaah!! No!!! It huuuurts!! Huurts so baaad!!!"
The pain dwarfs even yesterday's hobgoblin cock insertion. Abdominal cramps, the tearing stretch at my pussy entrance, pregnancy nausea piling on top—I'm dying, I swear.
A whole new level of torment. Yesterday was pure external violence; this feels like my body crumbling slowly from the inside out.
But what resistance can a limbless fucktoy like me muster? The goblins shove their hands into my pussy and start dragging the goblin baby out from my womb.
"Guh. Guuuuuuuh!!!! Gooooooooh!!!! Ooooooooh!!!!"
To endure it, I contort my face and squeal like a pig at slaughter. It's an ugly sight to anyone watching, but right now, I have zero interest in preserving any dignity as a woman or a human. To survive this momentary hell, I grimace hideously and accept the act of birth.
It's birth as pure violence—utterly merciless. In under ten minutes, I've experienced pregnancy and childbirth at once, and it brings a strange sense of accomplishment. My brain cells must be pumping out pleasure chemicals. Like getting a shot of anesthesia, I float in a hazy euphoria.
They say extreme pain in pregnancy triggers some secretion to dull it—looks like that's true. If only it'd kicked in yesterday too.
Dazed, I gaze at the goblin I've just birthed. Ugly little runt, even as a newborn. I grin like a maniac at it.
"Kik! Kik!!"
Birth over, the shaman taps his staff with a bang. In that instant, chills rack me. Hundreds of goblins surrounding us all whip their heads toward me in unison.
"...Huh?"
No way. I just gave birth.
A hideous goblin lumbers forward with a creepy grin. Bigger than yesterday's rapist, cock bulging obscenely, face twisted in malice.
He rams his dick straight into my freshly birthed pussy.
"Uoooh?!♥♥♥"
Unlike yesterday, pleasure hits the moment he enters. My post-birth pussy, perfectly loosened, swallows his cock with stable ease.
"Just♥♥ gave birth!♥♥ Noooo!!♥♥"
I wail—scream or moan, who knows—while he pumps his semen into me. As he cums, he chokes my neck like it's the best feeling ever. I gasp and gurgle dying sounds.
"Guuh♥♥♥ Guuuh♥♥ Guuek!♥♥"
Crunch. Crackle. My flesh twists under the pressure. Vision goes pitch black, body shudders. Piss sprays from my pussy, sphincter gives out with a wet prrrt fart.
But I can't even care. The second his ejaculation ends, the next goblin's on me.
"Uuh!! Keuk♥ Guuh♥♥ It huuurts♥ Don't hiiit!!♥"
This one's a violent sex goblin. He pistons away while slapping my cheeks, pounding my belly, biting my tits and nipples till they bleed. He calls over others to fuck with my ass. They jam dozens of thin toothpicks into my anus.
"Aaaah!! Uoooooooh!! Guuh! Kyaaaaaaaah!!!♥♥"
Screams beyond counting. I foam at the mouth, eyes rolling back.
After he finishes, another steps up. This one loves crumpling my uterus. The next unloads cum inside me over and over. Then the next. And the next. And the next.
The endless goblin queue shows no sign of stopping.
"Keuk♥ Spaaare♥ Pleeease♥♥ meee...!!! Can't...♥♥ breeeathe!!!"
Hanged by rope around my neck, I keep getting fucked. Their acts grow more savage. No mercy for a woman who just birthed their spawn.
Meat urinal? Nah, even less. A fun toy that regenerates no matter how much you break it. That's my place now.
Begging for my life, I drown in misery and regret, excitement and rage all tangled up.
"I, iiiiiiin♡♡ not a woman meeeant♡ to be used like thiiiis!!"
Shouting does jack shit to goblins. They just torment me in silence.
During the torture, I glance aside. Same restraints as mine hold a woman's corpse. A horrific, shapeless meat lump—no longer human. I realize this is goblin culture.
Some ritual for bred bitches? Magic to force birth on survivors, dinner for the dead that night. That's my worth exactly.
But my body's freakishly durable, so they start testing my limits—how much torment till I break.
Tortures surpass yesterday's. Boiling oil up my ass. Soaked in sewage for dozens of minutes.
"Stoooop!! Pleeease stooop!!! Don't make me eaaat, Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!"
Just yesterday a man, now I'm a perfect meat-cow urinal. I chug goblin-special sewage till my gut bursts, but they're curious about my limit.
Feed and feed. Even as my belly threatens to rupture, more. Tears and snot streaming as I beg, still more. True regret and revulsion? Doesn't matter—shove it in.
Rather fuck me. Rather punch my belly. Please. Please. Please.
I just chased pleasure. Submitted to goblins without hurting anyone. This unfair brutality crushes me with despair and terror.
"Uuh uweeeeeek!! No more, uuuuuub!!!! Haaate eaaating!!!"
They pry my mouth open, force my throat wide, stuff in the filth. I puke the instant it hits, but they repack it.
And they don't let up. A massive torture-dildo—made for this—starts forcing into my ass. Crack goes my sphincter.
Dozens of piercings sprout in my breasts. They gnaw my clit, club my womb to mush.
"...............!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sounds that aren't even screams. Even with my insane stamina, blackout's inevitable. They wake me every time.
Repeat till I won't wake again.
Next day, fully recovered, I birth again. Torture restarts.
"Stoooop!!!! No moooore!!!!!!!!!"
The day after, same cycle.
"I'll be a good breeeeed-slut!!!! Pleeease, ah, nooo!! Don't! Don't do iiiit!!!"
And the next.
Birth. Sex. Violence. Torture. Birth. Sex. Violence. Torture. Birth. Sex. Violence. Torture. Birth. Sex. Violence. Torture.
Over a week of this, every other woman dragged in beside me dies in hours. The ones tortured with me? Disposed "waste" females, fierce resisters, or picks for fun toys.
Goblins seem thrilled with their new useful plaything.
Torture sucks. Insanely sucks. Vision spins, ears ring, my puking gut burns with acid pain.
But even torturers tire eventually. Days of sunsets and sunrises, their interest fades.
Just then, a horde of replacement female adventurers arrives. Finally, they take me down from the torture plaza.
Relief washes over me, tinged with the faintest regret. Dangling limply, I'm dragged to a rickety building echoing with women's moans.
Dazed, I listen to the new adventurers' horrific screams.
"U...uuu..."
Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I survey the place we've been hauled to. Huge-titted broodcows lined up straight in restraints.
A nose-stinging stench assaults me. Not filth. Thick, condensed human female reek.
The Brood Pen.