You collapse on the ground, too weak to move, cum oozing from your ass and cunt. You watch helplessly as the Goblins tear your clothes to shreds with their claws, then break your father's bow in two. You can't go on without clothing and a weapon, you think to yourself. What will become of you?
The Goblin leader stuns you with a kick to the ribs. "Stupid human! You should not have resisted us! Now you are Goblin breeding stock. We will fill your belly with litters of Goblin babies, and they will suck at your tits like wolf cubs. Or perhaps we will sell you as a slave. You should be so lucky!" He produces a garment that's more like a burlap sack than anything else. "Put this on" he says as he hands it to you.
You sit up on your knees and examine the garment. Indeed it is no more than a sack with arm and neck holes cut into it. You slip it on over your head. At least it makes you feel a little less vulnerable to be covered up. All you have left that you can call yours is your boots.
After you've dressed, the Goblin leader shackles your wrists and ankles. "We will go now."
"Where?" you ask.
"To Gimlesh Ziglig, our homeland" the Goblin leader says with an air if pride. "There your fate will be decided. Perhaps if you are lucky, I will buy your sweet pink ass. We shall see."
You've heard a lot of horror stories about Goblins who capture human females. You've heard how women are raped almost constantly, and how it is nothing for a woman to give birth to a dozen Goblin pups at a time. You resign yourself to the thought that you will probably be raped several more times before you reach your destination. You can almost feel your flat tummy swelling up big and round with a litter of Goblin pups. They may have small cocks, but their seed is notoriously potent. If you don't end up pregnant along the way, you'll be very lucky indeed.
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