Elizabeth does her best to appear as a housebroken pet. Her face an expression of passive trust, her chest thrust outwards, proudly displaying her pert breasts their small pink nipples rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Inwardly, her mind is active, trying to take in as much about her surroundings as she can to use later. While she might normally feel deeply shamed by her current situation, she was aided by her inability to regard the goblin creatures as human or civilized, and she therefore didn’t particularly care what they thought of her. This allowed her practical side to reign.
Her expression was clearly working, as the Chief seemed happy and relaxed. He ordered a guard to untie the rope that had been binding Elizabeth’s arms, and pulled her forward by a hand until she was kneeling between his legs. He cupped one of her breasts lightly in one of his long-fingered hands and ran a thumb around a nipple, which went erect.
He then put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up to her feet He then pulled her legs forward to indicate that she should sit in his lap facing him. Elizabeth climbs up and straddles him in his “throne” and waits with slight trepidation for him to make the next move. The chief grabs her hips, raises her so that she is position over his now stiff prick, and slowly lowers her down until she is once again resting in his lap. Elizabeth, sensing that she should do something, begins slowly grinding her hips in a circle. The feeling of his cock pressing inside her is strange, but she doesn’t find it unpleasant. Indeed, after grinding like that for a minute, she found she was quite enjoying it, especially when she pressed all the way forward and all the way back.
Thus, she began grinding in and out of his lap with increasing speed as the pleasure built. The Chief leaned in to the girl, opened his mouth, and extended his long tongue to flick her nipple. Elizabeth opened her eyes to see his sharp-teethed mouth nearly wrapped around her breast, and she felt conflicted between the growing pleasure and panic at her situation. Pleasure won decisively however, once the Chief grabbed her hips and began thrusting in to her in earnest. With strength that belied his frame, the Chief picked her up and slammer her in to him rapidly, causing a growing wave of pleasure in her with each thrust.
Then, finally, the Chief pulled her down in to his lap, and she could feel his seed shoot in to her. Her pleasure abated, not quite satisfied, but careful to maintain her passive, pliant expression. She looked at the Chief with expectant eyes, awaiting his next command.
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