Wraithspider - Chapter 3 - Part 3

Chapter 3 - Part 3: Festival?

"Goblins. Shit..." Alystin says again, casting her own glowing red eyes about, she takes a quick count. Not quite two dozen, she thinks, closer to twenty, maybe a bit less. Could be more though, especially since it seems they were waiting. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her nakedness, she whispers uneasily, "Rhiannon..."

Shifting, getting herself into a combat stance, Rhiannon whispers her reply, "I'm still exhausted, but if we can get into the forest, we can outrun them easy. Are you up to it?"

"Yes, but we have to be careful; there's probably more...

Then all of a sudden there is a scream, an aggressive cry, from one of the goblins!

Both the elven women turn, towards the sound, in time to see one stealthy goblin coming around large pillars in the corner. He's leading two or three others as they lunge forward, short swords and spears their primary weapons!

"GO!" Alystin shouts, smacking Rhiannon on the shoulder for emphasis! Turning, she rushes from the room, running down the main passage.

Rhiannon, only slightly slower than normal with her fatigue, draws her blade and slashes at the lead goblin with one crisp move! The small humanoid falls backwards into his compatriots, staggering them as they reflexively catch him, a minor gash across his chest the only injury. Still, the attack served it's purpose, buying a free moment for Rhiannon. She does not hesitate to follow Alystin from the room, just noticing on her way out that the rest of the goblins are starting to follow...

Her long bare legs carry Alystin swiftly down the long passage, sprinting headlong into the temple antechamber.

Something moves! In the corner of her eye as she passes through the arch; fast, long...a spear shaft, she realizes, her response automatic from extensive training and almost two centuries of practice. Almost supernatural reflexes carry her, diving, over the spear swung across at waist height! Rolling over her shoulder, her deftness and natural agility allow her to take the entire tumble on her cloak, and she comes out of it straight onto her feet, whipping the cloak from her shoulders. She starts fast and smooth, but falters slightly, the fatigue in her limbs trying to assert itself, still her spin is graceful and true. The heavy cloak is gripped tightly, wrapped once around her left hand, as she draws her kris. "Rhiannon! More of them here! Hurry!" Alystin cries, finding herself surrounded by another dozen or so goblins.

Rhiannon is almost into the room, both swords drawn she readies herself to fight. Up ahead she can see several pairs of beady red eyes, some turning to her, and Alystin. A goblin rushes towards Rhiannon, thrusting with his spear; she knocks it aside, and slices his head off. She steps into the room just as Alystin uses her cloak to tangle up the goblins spear, and pulling him in she lunges forward, stabbing him with her dagger!

Cutting down another one, Rhiannon puts herself at Alystin's back, ready to fight to the last. She is about to speak when a few more goblins enter into the room, as well as the ones following from the main hall -must be nearly 40 crowding around here now, she thinks- and one of them seems to say something to the rest.

All the goblins begin to back off, ones with spears taking the front; now many six or seven foot long, metal tipped spears are suddenly ready, surrounding the two elven women.

Pressed back into each other, Alystin naked, Rhiannon nearly so, both women are acutely aware of each others ragged breathing.

"Goddess! Rhiannon...we need to try and break for it..." Alystin manages between breaths. "We really don't want these things capturing us; that's why they backed off, I think."

"Okay...can you distract them? I'll try and cut us a way out the front; they even seem a bit weaker there." Rhiannon whispers, panting.

"Yeah...on three; one..." Alystin readies herself, shifting almost imperceptibly, way to aware of the ache in her limbs from the incredible sexual experience only a few hours before...

"Two..."

Rhiannon adjusts her grip, trying her best despite her fatigue to concentrate on trying to find the weak spot...

The goblins shift uneasily. Tightening up their formation, they seem to be wary of what the two elves are going to do, but also waiting for something to happen. Not just a few of them are leering at the beautiful women, especially the naked dark elf...

"THREE!!" snapping her cloak like a whip, Alystin startles some of the closer goblins with the sudden movement! Wrapping it around the end of one out-thrust spear she snatches the weapon from the goblins grip, whipping it around and over, forcing the goblins to duck or back up reflexively to avoid it.

Rhiannon brutally knocks a couple of spears aside with the flat of her swords, following with lightning like slashes into the goblins directly in front of her! Two of them fall, the others yelping and scrambling to get out of her reach! The line seems to collapse as she wades in, perhaps too easily, but Rhiannon doesn't notice this, lost as she is in her focus. "Let's go!", she shouts over the screeching sounds of the goblins yelling at each other.

Alystin is right behind Rhiannon. The spear disentangling from the cloak, she tries her best to keep the goblins from pressing in behind them and thrusting spears into their backs.

The two elves break from the group of goblins, Rhiannon's whirling blades taking two or three more, Alystin finding a couple within reach of her dagger, the potent poison slaying them easily. Passing under the arch, they run through the entry hall without incident, followed by the chittering sounds of the goblins organizing to chase them!

Right up ahead they can see outside, the dusk sky just barely visible, the lush forest and their escape assured so very close! Renewed, the two elven women pick up the pace, sprinting for all they are worth!

Another shout from the goblins behind them -both elves smile inwardly, 'to late' they think- as they burst out from under the stone canopy...right into the falling net!

"No!" Alystin screams, her velocity carrying her naked body carreening into the net, tangling her, tipping her...

"Yaahh...ugh!" Rhiannon gives a startled cry, falling as the weighted net tangles around her! She loses one of her swords as she tumbles to the ground, and the other easily slices through the rope of the net...

Alystin keeps hold of her dagger, finally stopping in a tangled heap, rough rope cutting into her dark skin. She immediately begins working herself free of the net, twisting and cutting with her dagger, as goblins rush up, surrounding them. Seeing several dozen diminutive humanoids surround them, Alystin chokes back her fear, and redoubles her efforts! She begins to pray, "Belbau ulu usstan z'ress, Quarvalsharess..."

Rhiannon tries to cut more of the net away, but at some command barked by another goblin several of them rush up and begin swatting at her sword and hand with the butts of their spears. She struggles to hold onto it, but eventually one stinging blow to the back of her hand knocks the sword away; Rhiannon yelps and pulls her hand in, backing into Alystin...

Still praying in drow, Alystin is so focused she starts when she feels someone grab her wrist! She reacts to late, however, another goblin, and then another, joining the first, they manage to pry the kris blade from her without getting cut by it!

Goblins surround the two frightened, now unarmed, elven women, spears levelled as they approach the net cautiously.

The goblin seemingly in charge steps forward, cautiously at first, then his typically dull goblin expression changes to a smirk. He says something to the other goblins and they begin to giggle nervously, then when he gestures at the two elves, especially at Alystin, and says something else, they begin to actually laugh!

Another gesture and a couple goblins step forward, almost casually, and sticking the butts of their spears into the net they poke Alystin. Then they put the shafts of the spears between her knees and force her legs apart...

"Hey! Le..." Alystin tries to smack the spears away, trying to back off them, only to feel the sharp point of a spear in her back, and another waved in her face. Swallowing, she arches slightly, twisting, trying to keep her thighs together...

"Don't you little fuc...ow!" Rhiannon tries to come to her friends aid, but as soon as she moves several spears appear in her face, and the shaft of one is smacked against her back. Stilling herself, she catches Alystin's eye long enough for an apologetic and despondant look to pass between them.

The goblins try to spread Alystin's legs further and she resists, finally freeing an arm enough to try and get her hand over her exposed cunt. A grunt from the lead goblin get a spear under her chin; she lifts her hand away, and with her legs now forced as far apart as they can be under the net, her hairless pussy is entirely visible.

The goblin leader snatches a spear from another goblin, and cackling gleefully he steps closer, putting the butt of the spear into the net, between Alystin's long, slender and nicely spread obsidian legs. He leisurely pokes at her bare cunt, grinning at the sob and gasp that escapes her mouth when he pushes the tip into her cunt.

Alystin looks over at Rhiannon shamefully, embarrased that she has to be seen like this, but relieved when she sees Rhiannon's reluctant understanding; if they are alive, they might escape yet...

Alystin gasps sharply, back arching, lush tits bouncing with her sudden movement as the spear is actually thrust into her a few inches!

Rhiannon's eyes fall to the dark elf's crotch, and she sees the spear, still angled painfully, push deeper between Alystin's black labia. Reaching out to comfort her friend, Rhiannon just makes contact when a sudden blow to the back of her head fills her vision with stars! "OWW!!" Another, and she collapses, unconcious.

Alystin, alarmed by this, looks up just as the spear is removed from her, in time to see the goblin leader gesture again, sudden pain on the back of her head, and everything goes black...

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"Yaahh!" Biting cold, the splash of water brings Alystin to conciousness instantly! Sputtering, feeling her white hair wet, plastered to her head and face, she tries to shake off the groggy, woozy heaviness of being knocked out. A slight bit of pain behind her eyes, she tries to open them, tries to sit up. Some odd noises are in the background, surrounding her; straining, she tries to make them out, the chittering, squeaky sounds...

A spell of dizziness washes over Alystin, just then another splash of ice cold water touches her, just the fringes this time, not the whole bucket. Cringing, backing away from the chill, Alystin is suddenly aware of extra weight on her wrists and ankles, and the rattling of chains. Openning her eyes slightly, she sees what she was afraid of, manacles, one even foot of sturdy chain running between her wrists, and another set on her ankles. There, by her feet, sputterring and coughing as though she must have breathed some of the water into her lungs, is Rhiannon, just as naked as Alystin now.

Swallowing nervously, Alystin looks up, past Rhiannon, to the source of the noisy chittering: a room full of goblins. Several goblins stand around the two beautiful elven women in a loose circle, a couple of them holding now empty buckets, leering eyes wide with lust. Further away, this room is huge, Alystin notices, are even more goblins, hundreds maybe! Long tables, interspersed with fires in carved stone pits, ornate chimneys above them carrying the smoke away, are full of goblins, male and even female! She seems to be on a point higher than the rest of the room, some dais, a stage maybe? It's the entire width of this massive, crumbling hall, and marble! Mottled pale grey-green stripes in predominantly white marble, huge ornate marble pillars holding the elaboratly vaulted ceiling high overhead, even more light, starlight, but amplified somehow, coming in through the open windows high above.

"Alystin..." Rhiannon is looking past Alystin, pushing herself up to resting on manacled hands, slender body stretched out belly down on the cool floor.

Seeing the worry on Rhiannon's face, Alystin turns to look. Another large table, long and elaborate, settings fit for a king, is no more than ten or fifteen feet behind them. It is covered with ancient gold and silver goblets and serving dishes, steam and the smell of cooked meat coming from them. Several more goblins are seated there, and most centrally a larger than average goblin, taller and somewhat obese, the glint of an evil cunning in his eyes, wearing more elaborate scavenged armour and an oversized gold crown tilted precariously on his head. He is attened by several females, and fresh dishes constantly placed in front of him. Alystin thinks the diminutive little ball of goblin lard is utterly repulsive.

Taking another roast leg of something, the goblin king grunts something through a mouthful of meat, gesturing at the two naked chained elves before him. Goblins nearby chitter and giggle, leering evily at them. Another goblin repeats the words of the king, shouting them for all the hall to hear, and soon the goblin laughter echoes throught the vaulted chamber, all the hundreds of beady red eyes focused on the elven women.

Laughing at whatever joke he made, the goblin king gestures at Alystin and Rhiannon, speaking something to them in gobbely. Alystin exchanges a glance with Rhiannon, swallowing hard, both of them trying to figure out what might have just been asked of them. Looking back to the fat king, he gestures a bit more vigourously at them, then says something more, rolling his eyes, something that might put the intelligence of elves to question.

More laughter from the room full of goblins ensues, and this time the king gestures to the goblin warriors surrounding the two frightened women. The goblins begin closing in on them, wiry arms reaching for them.

Both of the frightened naked elves begin to feel panic setting in. Rhiannon, pulling herself up onto her kness, starts turning towards the goblins pressing in towards her. Alystin pushes back with her legs, chains rattling, and she can just feel Rhiannon's bare skin on her own when the goblins reach them.

"N-NO!" Rhiannon screams out, struggling, twisting her shoulders, slender pale legs trying to kick. The heavy iron manacles restraining them, weighing her down enough for a goblin to grab the chain and force her legs to the cool marble. She tries to lurch forward, into the grasping group of goblins, hopefully through them, she thinks, but more spindly goblin arms catch her. A hard slap accross her face, another to the side of her small breasts, barely bouncing in their perkiness, and they have her. Four or five of them, but they have got her more or less stilled as they begin to turn her, pulling her back to her knees, facing Rhiannon towards her dark skinned companion.

Alystin resists less, muttering a hopeful prayer that whatever they're going to do won't hurt too much. Still, she can't help herself but to struggle some, firm body writhing under the unwanted touch of the goblins. The goblins holding her grab her under the arms, turning her to face Rhiannon as well, setting Alystin on her knees on the cool, wet marble floor. Another pair of little clawed hands grabs a hold by fistfuls of long white hair, pulling tight to control her.

Now facing each other the two naked elves are pushed together. Goblin hands on their backs and beautiful round behinds forcing their naked wet bodies tight, stiff nipples in the cool air reluctantly stimulated by the feel of each others warm flesh.

Alystin and Rhiannon share a pained look just before their lips are forced together, goblin hands tilting their heads, making them kiss. Rhiannon tries to push herself away, face screwed up in fear and confusion she struggles harder, surprised that she could swear Alystin was actually tryingto kiss her. A sharp smack on the back of her head and a tear forms in Rhiannon's eye, hopelessness starting to overwhelm her. Goblin laughter all around, more of the tiny rough hands on her tender flesh, knowing she's on display as they try and force her to kiss Alystin again. At the feel of her lovers hands on her waist, Alystin gently pulling her closer, Rhiannon forces her eyes open, looking at the dark elf angrily. "Alystin...you..." she's cut off as the two women are finally made to kiss again, to the delight of all the goblins looking on, but her sense of betrayal is plain in her voice.

Rhiannon tries to pull away again, but this time Alystin stays with her, actually leaning closer, to kiss the wood elfs neck, nibbling the lobe of the pointed elven ear and kissing the tip softly. Alystin can't help but be almost thankful that her recent ordeals might have given her the presence of mind to remain as calm as she has here. She's worried for Rhiannon though, and sorry for what she's doing now. Taking a bit of a firmer hold of Rhiannon's waist, Alystin whispers to her urgently, "I'm sorry! But listen, if we're alive we can escape!"

Goblins roughly pull them back, then push the beautiful faces of the two elves together again. Smacks on their asses are now accompanying this, goblins jeering at the sight of their black and white skin contrast as their bodies are pressed forcefully together.

Gasping, pulling away from Rhiannon momentarily, Alystin finds a moment to continue what she was saying, "...if we fight they'll just kill us! Probably slowly and very painfu..."

Again they are forced together, but not as roughly. Poking and slapping, some of the goblins seem to be speaking to them, instructing them. Another rough push, forcing them to kiss. Trying to pull away again, Rhiannon whispers a tearful plea, "Alystin, I don..."

Alystin quckly leans forward, silencing her with a kiss. Almost all the goblin hands are off the two of them now as she presses her body against Rhiannon, rubbing their breasts together. Nipples touching, Alystin kisses Rhiannon's cheek, again quickly whispering, "We could fight them off, but then we're dead. Once they got us back under control they'd just start cutting us up very slowly for their entertainment. If we're good, they'll probably keep us around, and so long we're still alive, we can try and escape! Just survive Rhi, whatever it takes it's all that really matters, okay?" Pulling away, risking a look, tender and strong, into Rhiannon's eyes, Alystin is relieved to see the wood elf agree, albeit reluctantly.

Another quick prodding and this time they meet, kissing as passionately as they can under the circumstances. Rhiannon finds herself sinking into the kiss, as if trying to find refuge in the reluctant pleasure there. Gasping between heated kisses, she whispers to Alystin, though still keeping her body rubbing gently against the drow, "I don't want this...not like this...". Sobbing, she kisses Alystin again, deeply, pushing her tongue into the dark elfs mouth as she pushes her pelvis into her lovers.

Alystin grinds her hips back, reluctantly enjoying the feel of the wood elf's soft brown pubes against her own shaven mound. Spreading her hips slightly, grinding a bit harder, she breaks off the kiss momentarily, "Me either..." Moving her hands up, she cups Rhiannon's breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, and Alystin notices her own pussy moistening and a dark thought comes to her: 'at least if I'm wet it won't hurt so much when they...no! don't think about that.'

Kissing feverishly, urgently pressing their beautiful bodies together, light skin and dark, they both find themselves trying to lose themselves in the pleasure, to forget wherethey are. The never ending chatter of the hundreds of goblins watching them almost fades away, they almost get lost in each others embrace when it's shattered and they are suddenly yanked apart.

Cackling maddly the goblin king is gesturing, wildly ordering his warriors about. The two lovely naked elves cry out in surprise and pain as they are yanked apart by hair and chains. The king grins lasciviously, knowing in his not-quite-as-dull-as-typical goblin mind that these hated elven women would be considered very beautiful by their own people. That haughty wood elf, tall slender and soft skinned; how many goblins must she have killed? And the obsidian skinned drow, her body fuller, rounder than the other one's, how many goblin slaves does she own? Fired by this he finds even more distinct pleasure in their humiliation, knowing that they must feel it all the more for their beauty. And then there was they way they seemed to be beginning to enjoy what they were just doing. He watches as his warriors drag them kicking and sreaming to one end of the smooth marble stage; oh yes, this next part is going to be delicious...

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Gh'trukk is marching through the ruined streets, bright moonlight casting long, menacing shadows, in the cool night air. He flips his favorite axe high into the air, easily catching it by the handle each time. Only a couple of steps behind him, one of his most trusted lieutenants is rattling off a report; it seems one of the scouts might have found where the goblins are holed up. This is good news, Gh'trukk thinks; a few of his warriors didn't come back from foraging a couple days ago...and his employer, well, he wasn't sure his employer hadn't eaten them itself! Heavy brow squinting, he thumbs one large tusk, the broken one held together with the silver bolts.

As the lieutenant knows this habit as his commander deep in thought, he prepares his somewhat dull mind to remember the flurry of orders that will follow shortly.

Decisions made, Gh'trukk nods his head, approving his own plan. Trying to shrug some of the stiffness from his massive shoulders he dictates his plans to the lieutenant, then sending him off with a dismissive wave of one huge green arm to carry them out.

It is a good plan he thinks, simple; have the scouts check for more entrances to this hall, set up squads to block them, leave some guards with their encampment, and the rest will go in and exterminate this goblin infestation. Admiring the fine workmanship of this favorite axe again, unparralleled dwarven craftsmanship, he flips it into the air again, and starts off to find his own personal guards. Killing goblins isn't much of what an ork warrior wants in a fight, but it's a fight! And will be good to get their gold and weapons, and get away from this place! And their employer...

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Dragged to one end of the marble stage, the two naked elves are flipped over onto their hands and knees. Despite their best efforts, they can't help but struggle somewhat, but just enough to make it sport for the goblins restraining them.

Small rough goblin hands run over sweat slick smooth elf skin, several goblins working together to put the quietly sobbing elves into position. More than a few times Alystin or Rhiannon gasps when goblin fingers brush their exposed pussies or breasts, usually with a bit more pressure than 'accidental'.

Held in this position, each of them has a wooden pole, not unlike a spear shaft or staff, run underneath them. Looking down, past her own dangling lush tits, Alystin watches the goblins tie the pole tightly to the chain between her ankles. She knows this will prevent her from moving her legs very much at all, really only as much as the little bit of chain from each ankle will permit. She's just wondering what purpose this could serve when her head is tugged back none to gently by the hair, causing the dark elf to cry out in pain. A long, dirty, leather wrapped peg is shoved between into her mouth, the hilt of a broken dagger perhaps, stifling her cries. Something, more leather thong perhaps, ties each end of the peg, binding it around her head, lodged firmly between her teeth, like a horses bit. At this same time another goblin has tied the pole to the chain between her wrists. Tears streaming from her eyes, Alystin realizes she is nearly fully restrained, barely even able to shuffle her legs and hands along the floor, not even a foot of freedom in this bondage. Managing a glance to her side, she sees Rhiannon restrained in the same way, proud goblins standing around the two naked elves, admiring their handiwork.

And enjoying the discomforted struggling of these two haugty, 'superior' elves. Goblins are not exactly smart, but they are intelligent enough to enjoy cruelty...especially to members of the 'beautiful races'. If they could tell one goblin from another, Alystin and Rhiannon would no doubt notice these warriors are the ones that captured them...

The goblin king is shouting gleefully again, addressing the hall full of goblins. Little dull goblin faces light up with delighted grins. Alystin and Rhiannon watch as goblins turn to each other exchanging words, and begin placing items and coins on the tables between them, almost like they are betting.

Alystin and Rhiannon manage to exchange their own distressed glance, both of them knowing that betting implies a contest, a winner...and a loser.

Suddenly the goblins surrounding them seem to have made a decision, and two goblins, one for each of them, step up. Each of the two goblins grab hold of their chosen naked female elf by her hair, tugging it as they climb onto her back. Alystin and Rhiannon feel the heels of their goblin 'riders' dig into their supple thighs, pressure as tiny legs are clamped to their slim waists and the goblins settle themselves into position. Goblins still stand in front of them, making sure they don't move forward, yet.

The king watches as his warriors pass out some of the new things they've made, ideas gleaned from the carvings on the walls from that hidden part of the temple the elven women came out of. Ideas no ordinary goblin could have formed on his own, but a smart one, like our king, could certainly figure them out, and come up with a great way to use them. Poles with rounded tips now wrapped tightly in leather, ropes tied with several thick knots along their length, and handles with several smaller leather thongs tied an knotted are just a few. Oh, how terrible will this be for his new elven toys, for surely they must enjoy these things normally, after all they came out of that hidden temple, but to have them done to them unwillingly by inferior goblins...

Alystin and Rhiannon watch in horror as the goblins pass out these implements of sexual torture, testing the weight, the feel of them. Spreading out around the elven women they relish the cheers of the crowd, eager for them to begin.

It starts with a sharp smack! The thick knotted rope brought down fiercly onto Alystin's incredible ass! The goblin in front of her moves to the side, his improvised cat'o'nine tails sweeping up underneath her, stinging her amble tits. The heels of her rider dig into her muscular thighs as the rope comes down again, stained beige against obsidian skin. Yelping into her bit, the goblin yanks on her hair as though it's her reins, and she starts forward when she feels the tip of something pressed to her labia, trying to force itself into her tight sheath. She fumbles as she almost immeditely reaches the limits of of her chain and pole retraints, another smack from a more traditional strap urging her on.

A short thin crop starts Rhiannon, the goblin brandishing it enthusiastically striking her creamy pale behind rapidly. Like Alystin's, her rider thrashes her hair like reins, but her also bounces up and down on her back, trying to urge her forward. A heavy strap strikes her right on her tender bare pussy lips, starting her forward with a pained cry, a goblin with a pole missing his mark. Struggling to catch up he overcorrects, the leather tip missing Rhiannon's moist slit and instead finding the tight pink star of her rectum! She shrieks into her bit as several inches of the pole disappear into her ass, urging her to lunge forward to escape her impalement.

Shuffling forward as fast as she can Alystin tries to evade the blows on her round ass, the pole in her pussy pumping irregularly with her lurching movements and the goblin's own efforts to keep up. Sleek body covered in sweat, she struggles forward as the goblins continue to torture her, stinging blows to her firm obsidian tits, her nipples achingly stiff and sore from the odd direct hit. Alystin is keenly aware of the cheering goblins, the knowledge she is on display, performing for their amusement bringing more tears to her red eyes. Somewhere deep down she can feel the fire of her arousal is fueled by this as well, her shame at this knowledge building back on itself, making her hotter and more embarrassed and hotter...

Chains rattling underneath her as she pushes herself forward, trying to get free from the painful anal impalement. The goblin holding the pole decided to leave it there though, cackling gleefully at her reaction, twisting it painfully, raping her beautiful ass savagely as his friends continue to whip and spank her. Struggling to move as quickly as she can, Rhiannon finds herself feeling more distressed as she notices Alystin getting further ahead, she suddenly realizes that this is a race, and she's losing!

The goblins forming Rhiannon's race team start in on her harder, sharp cries, they yell back and forth as the other team and their drow bitch get a lead! Bringing their assorted toys down harder and faster, making the already deep pink blush on the delcious elven ass to a firey red. The goblin fucking her ass with the pole starts to merely push, driving it even more painfully into her as another starts to vigorously whip her imflamed pussy lips. Rhiannon fights her restraints, crying, humiliated more than she thought possible, and driven forward by her goblin team she begins to gain ground on her likewise tortured lover. If only there wasn't that burning deep in her own belly, that undeniable sexual stimulation, making this all so much worse...

Alystin's team, seeing their opponents beginning to gain on them, renew their assault on the sexy dark elf. Supple limbs, glistening sweatily in the amplified moonlight pump harder as one goblin pushes the handle of his whip into her own tight asshole. She can feel the prod in her pussy digging painfully next to the new intruder, all the while her breasts are still being whipped and her ass slapped with multiple quick blows. Pushing her harder and harder, the goblins are well rewarded by Alystin's agility as she has become somewhat accustomed to the restraints. Panting into her bit, with almost as much arousal as exhaustion, Alystin sees the opposite wall looming closer, as fast as possible given the limits of her movement. A brief fear comes to her, wondering what she is to do once she reaches the wall, then what will the goblins do?

The goblin king is looking on intently, standing in his seat so close to the end of the race, very pleased with how it seems to be turning out. He watches as his warriors with the lean fair skinned wood elf torture her magnificently, pushing her forward so she seems to be catching up to the drow, only to have the latter's team urge her on harder. The goblins filling the hall are all jumping and cheering as the elf bitches draw slowly closer to the finish line, struggling in their bonds.

The king jumps up, whooping in delight as the dark elf reaches the wall, actually starting to turn herself to continue along next to it. The goblins poking her orifices and spanking her stop however, the one on her back hopping off to join his companions rushing over towards the other team and their prize, the wood elf. They reach her just in time, before the angered goblins of her team can begin to beat her, and just as their king begins yelling orders at the losers.

Feeling the wooden prod removed from her bowels, Rhiannon is relived for a moment, until more coarse goblin hands begining roaming freely over her sore body. Clawed red fingers undo the bit, and the ties on the chains. She feels the manacles undone, both from her ankles and wrists. She thinks to struggle more, freed now, but she is already too weighed down, the goblins piled on top of her, groping her small breasts, clawing her flesh as she's turned onto her back, arms and legs spread and pinned to the cool marble stage.

Alystin, lying on her side catching her breath, looks up when she hears Rhiannon cry out. She sees the first goblin warrior lift his short shift, dropping his dirty loincloth to reveal his small goblin cock and position himself between Rhiannon's spread legs. She grits her teeth, her heart going out to her friend as the wood elf cries out again, penetrated forcefully by this filthy creature. Alystin suddenly notices the other goblin warriors, looking very displeased, converging on her as she lays there on the floor, their king barking orders at them...

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Gh'trukk and his personal guards are waiting at the head of the main body of troops. He is waiting on runners to arrive to tell him the other entries are blocked, and the final reports from his scouts. He is a bit disturbed by the fact that there didn't seem to be any goblin sentries out, but that goblins could be heard deep in the ruined building, probably in the hall under that still surprisingly intact great dome.

He doesn't know what the building would have been for, and he doesn't care. He just hoped the orks he'd sent into the tunnels would be able to keep all the goblins from escaping that way. Well, no matter, his best scouts were sure they'd found all the tunnel entrances too, and if they were wrong he could always kill them.

Flipping his axe into the air again Gh'trukk is pleased to see the first runner approaching quickly and surprisingly quietly.

The attack will begin very soon; he smiles a big fanged grin at the happy thought.

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Trying to get back away from the goblins approaching her, Alystin finds this bondage even more restrictive now that she's on her side. The warriors reach her, grabbing her by the restraints, pulling her towards them. Shaking in fear she is relieved when they undo the pole, but leave the manacles on her ankles and wrists. Several pairs of rough goblin hands grab her and pull, dragging her over towards the great table, around the back of it, towards the king...

The king is rubbing his hands greedily, eagerly awaiting the next humiliation of this drow bitch. He orders his warriors to throw her belly down onto the wide table in front of him, her legs hanging over the side, that sweet round drow ass facing him. Motioning he orders the warriors to go and wait their turn with the wood elf, then taking a dagger he leans way over the sobbing dark elf in front of him and slams it down, through the manacle chain, pinning her arms to the table.

Startled by the dagger suddenly sunk deep into the table in front of her, Alystin looks up to see that Rhiannon has been dragged more towards the center of the stage. Her body is mostly concealed by the goblins pinning her, climbing all over her body, touching her harshly and rudely as one of their number rapes her. The little goblin can be seen in the midst of them all, hips rising and falling rapidly as he pumps his little red goblin dick into the twisting, wildly bucking wood elf. The hundreds of goblins cheer even louder as another tips Rhiannon's head back and sticks his prick into her sweet little mouth.

Her head yanked back roughly, again by her long white hair, Alystin finds her thoughts very much on her own predicament. Coarse dirty material can be felt rubbing her soft ass, hot smelly breath touches her ear and the side of her face, and the goblin king whispers to her harshly, in elven, "You look...good look.", and he points at the display in front of them.

Letting go of the drow bitches hair, the goblin king lets his rough spun pants drop, freeing his cock. It's hard already, and a good size for a goblin, a bit bigger than most human men would have, though not huge by any standards. Still, he is proud of it's size, and here in front of him is a once in a goblins short lifetime experience: a drow female, tied and humiliated, ready for what every goblin knows is the ultimate vengance one can take on the females of all the larger humanoids. He drools with his arousal, thoroughly enjoying watching his warriors rape the wood elf, giving her what all elf bitches deserve. Carressing the firm black globes of the dark elf's ass he pushes them apart, smiling when she whimpers.

Touching her slick cunt lips with the tip of his cock, the fat goblin king dips the tip into her dark purple tunnel, enjoying her gasp and sob. He loves the feel of her tightness, the way she squeezes her hot pussy, trying to keep him out, as he slicks up the tip of his shaft, but he has other plans. The race gave him another idea, the way the wood elf fought and screamed when the pole was forced into her ass. Taking his cock from her wet snatch, the goblin king pries Alystin's ass cheeks further apart with plump, clawed goblin fingers.

Alystin grunts as she feels the goblin force his cock into her asshole. Involountarily clenched tight as he pushes his fat little prick into her bowels. Sobbing as the painful anal penetration continues, she struggles against her bonds, long legs twisting, the worn wood of the table top surprisingly smooth against her bare tits. Eyes tearing up, she can feel her betraying pussy moistening more as the goblin king gets more of his prick into her, and she feels herself relaxing, letting him slide the rest of the way into her anus.

The goblin king smiles when she seems to give up, her struggling doesn't cease completely fortunately; how much fun would that be? But she relaxes enough that he slams the rest of the way into her, her burning hot rectum still brutally tight around his rock hard length. Sunk all the way in, he starts rocking back, pulling out to fuck her ass earnestly, pumping in and out he watches the black tight star suck at his dark red goblin dick with each thrust. Listens intently to her sobbing, moaning, as she suffers humiliatingly at being ass raped by a fat little goblin!

In front of her Alystin watches as Rhiannon is placed onto her knees, shoulders and one side of her face pressed firmly to the floor. She still manages to look up, meeting Alystin's eyes, tears stream down both their faces but the elven women are somehow disturbingly comforted knowing they are not alone.

Rhiannon cries out again, closing her eyes tightly as a goblin prick invades her anus. The goblin brutally reaming her thight nether hole as his compatriots hold her to the floor. Many, many pairs of small goblin hands work to restrain the struggling wood elf, pawing her sensitive pussy while the goblin fucking her ass shoots his load into her bowels. They then lift her up, placing her on top of another goblin, his cock slipping easily into her well used cunt, another taking her still tight rectum, they fuck her hard, fast and thorough, double penetrating her while her small breasts are clawed and bitten ravenously. The worst is when she cries out, not in pain or fright, but in passion, her own reluctant mind-numbing orgasm as the goblins blow their loads, and more just take their places...

Alystin watches helplessly as Rhiannon is fucked senseless by the goblins, her own anal rape taking excrutiatingly long. The goblin king has seeemingly unending endurance, fucking his new prized elf bitches ass violently! Alystin feels her own lust building, and she knows from her previous experiences that she will cum, hard, soon. No way she's going to let it happen easily, not this way! Not with this fucking wretched goblin raping her ass!

Renewing her struggles spurs the goblin king on, and he fights her! Alystin feels him push himself up, leaning over her, placing his weight above her pinning her waist to the table as he fucks her ass! Sexy black legs try and push up and away, try and fling the fat little goblin off but Alystin can only feel him lean forward, greasy dirty belly sliding along her sweat slick ass and lower back as he grabs a handful of white hair. Tugging her back hard, he impales her asshole roughly, and Alystin feels the little fire in her loins flare with finality as she cums as hard as she ever has before! Moaning into her bit she feels her body tense, cunt and asshole clenching ferociously as she comes down off her mind blowing orgasm. Her body relaxing, she feels the goblin king twitch oddly, tugging her hair tighter, and she realizes he is filling her ass full of his seed, her still clenching sphincter milking his balls dry. Fading away into unconciousness she is only aware of Rhiannon in front of her, the second group of goblins just now beginning their turns with the wood elf, and a horrible sense of satisfactory warmth. Could it be that her own struggles turn her on so? Did she somehow bring herself to that incredible orgasm by fighting harder...that couldn't be...and she slips into the blessed dark embrace of unconciousness.

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Some goblins had wandered out into the hallway, right into Gh'trukk and his best warriors. They were slain easily, before they could even scream, tiny bodies cut straight through by the power of the orks.

Sure enough as his scouts had said, there had been no sentries otherwise, and the goblins could be heard in the great hall ahead, though quieter now, as though whatever they had been doing has wound down. The orks creep even closer, as stealthily as any ork can manage, something Gh'trukk has always taken pride in his clan for.

Close now, just outside the light spilling from the hall, and Gh'trukk shouts his war cry, axe held aloft, the signal for his orks to attack! Running into the hall the orks take the goblins by complete surprise, and the slaughter begins, tiny goblins no match for the much larger greenskins...

The others should be in position by now, but no matter, if they fail he can always kill them later, Gh'trukk thinks.

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"Alystin?" Rhiannon is gently shaking Alystin by her shoulder, relieved to see her friend open one blurry glowing eye at last.

Pushing herself up, Alystin groggily runs her fingers through her hair, finding to no real surprise that her long white locks are full of matted knots. "Are you..." Almost shyly she looks out through stray strands, seeing the warmth of Rhiannon's body in the dark room, happy to see her friend doesn't appear badly hurt.

"Okay?" Rhiannon lets out a with sarcastic grunt. "We're alive, right? And we can both move. I slept for a couple hours after they threw us in here, but I was awake when we got here. There's a keyhole on both sides of the door; can you pick it?"

"If we can find something in here to pick it with." Looking at Rhiannon again, Alystin touches her friends shoulder, "Rhi, I'm sorry thi..."

Tenderly taking Alystin's hand, Rhiannon puts a finger to her lovers lips, shushing her. "It's not your fault, I know this kind of thing has always been a hazard. If not goblins, maybe humans, or some monster. I...never really thought it would happen, but...shit, gods know this isn't easy to deal with, but if we can get out of here I'll take that as a small victory if it lets me handle this."

Smiling saddly Alystin just nods. "Anything small and metal should do, unless this lock is a masterpiece. But an ancient door, ancient lock...should be easy."

"I already found this." Rhiannon holds something up in the dark, but Alystin's vision is keen enough to make out a decently long, slightly bent metal nail. "It found me maybe; I rolled over onto it and woke up when it pricked me."

"Perfect!" Alystin snatches the nail from Rhiannon and heads over to the door. Pausing for a second, she starts to turn to say something else, then stops, turning back and starting on the lock.

"Alystin? Was there something else?"

"No, not really. I just...I might have found out some things about myself I wouldn't be happy with." A moment of fiddling with the lock, gentle clicks and scrapes as it's released, and soon Alystin has the door unlocked. Gently she presses down the handle, and eases the door open carefully. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

The room beyond is dark as well, but some light is coming from a source off in the next room somewhere. Creeping silently towards the next doorway, an open one, their keen elven ears hear deep grunting and gravely voices, and the sounds of metallic objects rubbing together. A language neither of them can understand, but both recognize, orkish.

Looking through they can see the broad backs of two orks standing in front of a table, a couple of dead goblins looking particularily tiny sprawled at their feet. The orks appear to be examining some things, and fortunately the other door from the room is directly opposite where Rhiannon and Alystin currently are. Light from a couple of torches casts the room in shadows, stacks of barrels and shelves line the walls, giving this away for a storeroom. Exchanging a glance, the two elves nod in silent agreement to make for the next door.

Slipping silently into the room they carefully make their way across, keeping one eye each cautiously on the orks. Just as she's stepping through the door Alystin feels Rhiannon touch her shoulder. Looking back, the wood elf points urgently at the orks, and following this line Alystin finds she can see what the orks are looking at from this angle, their stuff! Rhiannon's armour and swords, along with the rest of her stuff which survived the temple, and Alystin's kris are all there, as well as some other valuables scattered about the table!

These things are too important to leave behind. It only takes a moment and the two elven agree, despite being completely naked and unarmed, and begin to silently close the gap between themselves and the orks.

Alystin hugs closer to the wall, along a set of shelves, heading for the ork examining Rhiannon's armour. Closing on her target Alystin can see this truly massive ork has a tusk held together with silver pins through it, and a huge, bloody axe rests on the table in front of him.

Rhiannon steps up behind her target, swiftly kicking him in the back of the knee! The ork staggers, but he doesn't fall, grunting in alarm as he catches himself on the table! Reacting quickly, Rhiannon drives her elbow into the back of the orks neck, stepping to enhance the blow, and to get herself within reach of her swords! Her speed serves her well, and just as the ork with the pinned fang starts to turn and reach for his axe she is already holding her swords, and turning to face him! The first ork, kind of underneath her now, stands up sharply though, knocking her back to stagger into the far wall.

The ork turns towards her, a massive sword leading in a downward arc! Rhiannon sidesteps, but only just; this ork is better than those from the other day, and she's had a hell of a day already. The ork takes out a another sword, shorter but even broader of blade, and the two begin to duel seriously. Rhiannon's speed makes up for her lack of strength, and her skilled parries turn the orks powerful blows aside with some effort. A short play of parry and riposte between them and they have moved about, Rhiannon with her back to the larger ork, who is now holding his bloody axe.

Gh'trukk watches his warrior fight the elf maid, proud though he is at the skill and strength of his ork, he finds himself admiring this naked elfs skill and speed. He can see her shake with the strain of each blow she turns aside, see how quickly she is able to counter, and her spirit! Those swords must be important to her, as his axe is to him. Turning to admire his axe in the flicker of torchlight, he is unaware of the figure in the shadows behind him...

Alystin watches her friend fight for her life, wondering why this ork in front of her doesn't involve himself! Hells, if he'd just move so she could get to her kris! Just so long as he doesn't step back...

There's a deep grunt, quick and sharp, and Gh'trukk looks up suddenly, afraid for what he thinks the noise to be. To his dismay he is right, and he watches as the naked elf maid, one light silver sword already thrust into his warriors chest, brings the other one across his throat, effectively silencing and killing him in one blow. With his own cry again he lunges at the wood elf slashing horizontally with his axe!

"Rhi! Duck!" Alystin jumps out of the shadows behind the ork, thrusting her slender but strong leg between his, hooking them. Tangling his legs, she pushes him to the right, away from Rhiannon, and he starts to fall, almost taking Alystin with him, but the agile dark elf manages to extricate herself from his tangled legs in time!

"Aaiie!" Rhiannon cries out as the axe digs into her ribs, just below her shoulder blade! She was already diving away, given Alystin's warning, but not fast enough, and she can feel the heavy blade bite through bone as she tumbles forward to fall on the floor her back gashed open severely.

Slamming into the ground, Gh'trukk catches himself at starts to stand again as soon as he hits. Trying to turn to face his new opponent he is stunned by a huge blow to the back of his head, driving his face into the stone floor! He howls in pain as his good tusk breaks on a stray brick, grabbing for it reflexively with his hand.

Stepping off the orks head, which she just jumped on with both feet, hard, grabs her kris and Rhiannon's armour. Heading quickly for her fallen friend she pauses only long enough to pull the shelf down behind her, crunching on top of the ork with the broken tusk with a satisfying crack.

"Shit, Rhi you're hurt! We've got to move!" Bending down, she helps Rhiannon to her feet, gingerly placing an arm about her.

Rhiannon is still holding onto her swords as she leans against Alystin, blood running down her back from the wound. "I...I'll be okay, it just hurts a lot, but I don't think it got through my ribs." She manages to pant out, thankful that Alystin is there to help her.

Holding Rhiannon so that she can keep pressure on the gash, Alystin leads her lover from the room, out into a hall where they can now hear the sounds of more fighing. Heading away from this they begin to make their way from the building.

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Shrugging the shelf off of himself, Gh'trukk stands, holding his broken tusk in his hand. His vision is clouded with anger.

Pausing only momentarily to look down at the body of the dead ork next to him, he storms from the room, heading out to find more of his personal guard.

He will find this elf warrior maid, and whoever it was that helped her, and finish them. Very bloodily; yes, this will make him happy.

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Helping Rhiannon along, Alystin finds her way from the building they were in fairly easily. Once out onto the streets however, there's still a great many more orks, in small groups. Dodging them, alternately hiding and rushing as quickly as possible. Entering a building by a breeck in the wall for cover, orks coming from both ends of the street, and she finds herself and Rhiannon in another large building, something like a huge cathedral, judging from the outside.

She can feel this fear here; at first it was the orks, but now Alystin knows it's something else. It must be what Rhiannon was talking about.

The dawn streets outside are still full of orks, she can hear them. Rhiannon has fallen unconcious, probably shock, and that wound is nastier than she thinks. Alystin knows she has to find something to dress it with, but this awkward carry of Rhiannon and both of their things has to be dealt with.

Ork voices are coming closer, so Alystin decides the only thing she can really, to travel deeper into the building. Struggling with the swords, wrapped tightly in Rhiannon's chainmail, Alystin takes them down several darkened hallways and musty rooms, the sense of dread getting stronger, but she presses on, knowing that she can't go back into the streets while it's daylight.

The sounds from the street outside fade away gradually, and soon nothing can be heard and Alystin feels they are now deep into the building, just before a t-intersection. Dawn light is streaming in from above here as Alystin rests momentarily, leaning against the wall...above?

Squinting curiously, Alystin looks up, seeing that the wall in opposite her and Rhiannon curves away as it rises, and the roof high above is broken open. Taking a step forward, she feels a peculiar sensation underfoot, like the floor is made of many loose small, cool metallic...coins? Looking down startled, Alystin sees coins of many nations and sizes and metals lcover the floor, spilling out of the hallway ahead.

Curiousity getting the better of her she takes another couple of steps, right out into the junction and looking both ways she can see metallic coins glinting pink and red and orange in the dawn light down the entire length of the hall. Looking up again, she notices something else, something odd about the wall in front of her, it's texture, like overlapping spades, and the way it curves...it opens out on both sides, curving away from her, the hallway widens?

Then the wall shifts! It flexes and the spades are suddenly scales, and Alystin knows and she is paralyzed. More afraid than she has ever thought possible, she feels her body covered in goose pimples, the hair on the back of her neck rising and a cool chill of utter dread runs down her spine.

The wall begins to move, quickly up and to the right. Powerful musles ripple under thousands of reddish gold scales twice the size of Alystin's hand. She swallows as the tip of a tremendous wing passes a foot overhead, the breeze from it's passing cool on her naked body. Alystin feels very vulnerable very suddenly.

Still it continues, Alystin paralyzed until at last the 'wall' starts to shrink, until it slows, settling right near the tip of a great barbed tail. Then the creatures head comes into view, swinging around the great body, teeth taller than her, to settle with one great eye resting on the two naked elven women. It stops, jaw surely resting on the floor beyond tail, slitted green-gold eye at a level with Alystin, focused on her, unbelievable intelligence evident in it's fathomless depths.

Rhiannon stirs next to her, weakly whispering, not quite able to open her eyes but she still knows something is going on. "Alystin...what is it?"

"Shit, Rhi...dragon..."

Continued in Chapter 3 - Part 4

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