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Oct. 14th, 2024 11:09 amGoblin raids were a fact of life for those living along the western frontier. Efforts had been made to exterminate the tribes that lived in those rocky forests, but the little bastards bred so quickly that their population bounced back the moment the boot was removed from them.
Individually, they weren’t much threat; smaller than a human, weaker, stupider, although not without a vicious cunning. But they had numbers, and bloodthirstiness, and little concern for their own lives. So they were always a danger.
And there was one rule everyone was taught: don’t let yourself be captured alive. If it comes down to it, you’re better off killing yourself than being a goblin prisoner.
The first thing that will happen is that you’ll be gang-raped by the little green bastards. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter to them; they’re not even particularly fussed about whether the body they’re fucking is alive or dead. Their sex drive is so strong that they devolve into a frenzy after a battle.
And after that, they’re chained up and forced to march back to the goblins’ camp, where even worse things await them. Some men are designated for food supply at this point; these are castrated and caged, fed cheap gruel and grains to fatten them up before they’re butchered and eaten. Other prisoners become breeders; women kept continuously pregnant, and men being ridden day and night by goblin women, both pumping out children continuously to contribute to that breeding rate. These are often mutilated in various ways; sometimes with a purpose, but often just for sheer sadistic pleasure.
And then there are others who suffer even worse fates than those. You really should just kill yourself rather than allow them to capture you, because either way your life is over.
Individually, they weren’t much threat; smaller than a human, weaker, stupider, although not without a vicious cunning. But they had numbers, and bloodthirstiness, and little concern for their own lives. So they were always a danger.
And there was one rule everyone was taught: don’t let yourself be captured alive. If it comes down to it, you’re better off killing yourself than being a goblin prisoner.
The first thing that will happen is that you’ll be gang-raped by the little green bastards. Man, woman, it doesn’t matter to them; they’re not even particularly fussed about whether the body they’re fucking is alive or dead. Their sex drive is so strong that they devolve into a frenzy after a battle.
And after that, they’re chained up and forced to march back to the goblins’ camp, where even worse things await them. Some men are designated for food supply at this point; these are castrated and caged, fed cheap gruel and grains to fatten them up before they’re butchered and eaten. Other prisoners become breeders; women kept continuously pregnant, and men being ridden day and night by goblin women, both pumping out children continuously to contribute to that breeding rate. These are often mutilated in various ways; sometimes with a purpose, but often just for sheer sadistic pleasure.
And then there are others who suffer even worse fates than those. You really should just kill yourself rather than allow them to capture you, because either way your life is over.
