Still strung up in the crane, Vanessa VanCleef was being lowered toward the docks of Booty Bay. They had arrived at dawn. Her body already ached from the bondage that kept her aloft. Her heart pounded with fear and nervousness, a sensation she was not used to; at the same time, she was searching for a way to get away and get her vengeance. It was difficult; Her head spun with humiliation and theories of what's to come. A crowd had already gathered on the dock, watching the spectacle – an army of goblins. The crane had swung her out until she dangled high above the dock, before the rusty crank sounded and she descended slowly.
She ended up hovering one and a half feet above the dock planks. Her pendulous tits dangled grandly beneath her, perfectly framed by the ropes. She spun slowly on the single axis of the rope attached to the crane like some rotating prize. A goblin emerged from the crowd to meet Arai, who was descending the gangplank. The goblin had his black hair in a ponytail, golden rings in his long ears, and wore a black vest over a white linen shirt. Vanessa recognized him.
"Baron Revilgaz," she began, but the baron spoke over her.
"So, you kept your side of the bargain," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his green face as he addressed Arai. "Impressive."
"Of course, lord baron," the coward Arai answered with a bow. His unshaven face smug with confidence and pretend meekness.
"Baron. Don't do this, I-" she tried again, but a hard slap from Arai shut her up.
"The bitch still got spark," Revilgaz mused. He turned to the crowd: "Mind if we sample the merchandise before we decide on a parley?"
"Of course," Arai told the goblin, giving a short bow. "She's a bit fierce still – a caged animal. Be careful where you stick your limbs."
"Animal?" Vanessa hissed. "Who are you calling an animal, you dirty –" Another slap sent her spinning on the rope. Her cheek stung and her blood boiled. By the time she had made an entire round, however, she had something else to worry about; the goblins were closing in, forming a semicircle around her.
The juggernaught provided an ironic backdrop of power to her own powerlessness, the spectators soon to be more than spectators, she feared.
"By the way," Arai whispered, leaning in as the green mass was grew closer. "We found a letter from your so-called parents in your room and copied their handwriting. For future reference, I would recommend not keeping a paper trail of your most intimate secrets. That said, we ain't got no idea where they are – certainly not with us. They're probably in some cozy Stormwind inn wondering about their daughter. You fell for our ruse, dumbass whore." He pushed on her shoulder, spinning her another round.
"YAAAA! I'll kill you! KILL YOU! I'll kill you all," Venessa screeched as the man stepped away. Spit flew from her mouth as she cursed out everyone in sight. Arai stepped into the encroaching mass, her obscenities drowning in the dock's din. You fool! You dumb fool, she scolded herself.
The goblins descended upon her with nimble hands. In moments, additional ropes were tied behind each of her bent knees, which functioned as hooks now that her ankles were tied painfully to the top of the thighs. Each of these two new ropes were fastened to different dock poles and tightened, forcing her knees apart and opening her up like a clam, giving the crowd a clear view of her… well… clam. Her protests fell on deaf ears. She was growling like a rabid dog.
The baron stepped up behind here, positioning himself between her knees. She was able to look down between her tits and the length of her stomach at the goblin, his cucumber-looking cock hard in his hand. He was going to fuck her! There was no way these ugly greenskins could do this to her, but what choice did she have? She flexed her muscles, the twine straining. The ropes did not budge. Her jaw dropped as she saw a line forming behind the baron. Goblin after goblin queued up to run a rape train on her, all of them stroking their fleshy sledgehammers in eager preparation. Interspersed in the long queue, she saw with dread, the Uncrowned had been invited to participate. Her face went warm and crimson with humiliation, but worse than that, she felt a heart-wrenching, stabbing fear when trying to count the number of lined up males. She got to twenty-six and could not see the end of the line. So, this was the 'parley' then.
"You see that cannon over there?" the baron asked, as he stepped from behind her legs and walked in front of her. He cast a glance at the weighty weaponry at the edge of the dock, grabbing her hair roughly to direct her vision. "I will tie it around your feet and dump it into the ocean if you don't stop spewing those curses all about my dock. Just take it like a good cum dumb." With that, he slapped her face with his cock, which had grown to a ridiculous size compared to his tiny body. The warty prodder was large than his arm.
"I can negotiate," Vanessa blurted out, trying superficially to keep a hard voice. "I've got information and contacts, gold even."
"Do you have a battleship, a small army, and a done deal with the spreading threat of the new Horde?" Revilgaz inquired.
"Not anymore," she sighed. "But…"
"That's. what. I. Thought," the goblin said, slapping her in the face with his cock to emphasize each word. She was so taken aback she couldn't even spit a venomous response. The baron traveled to the back of her again, taking his place at the front of the train of lust.
She looked back down below between her tits and back at the goblin. She hung in perfect goblin groin height, and she could see the green legs and fat cock between her knees. The indignity and degradation were too much to handle. The baron was greasing up his rod with a substance from a bucket, passing it down the line so the rest of the crowd could do the same. She whimpered despite herself as he propped the tip softly against the lips of her womanhood. After strategically positioning himself, he got a handhold in the creases between her thighs and cheeks. Vanessa heard the baron draw one final, preparatory breath. Then, with the force of a nail driven through wood, he rammed into her unprotected cunt. The girthy explorer whizzed by her poor hoop, rippled through her tunnel, and came to rest inside her breeding chamber.
"Ugh," she gulped. "Please! This is unworthy of me!"
"You're selling yourself short," the baron snickered. "I think you're good and tight." The onlookers burst out laughing.
The green cock rippled back out, only to venture back in. He pounded her ravenously, plunging deep and hard. Surely, the humiliation could not get any worse. They would not break her, however. She gritted her teeth and endured the assault. The repetitious ramming wasn't that painful with all the grease involved, but the relentless clapping of her cheeks and creaking of the ropes made her want to die of shame. Every thrust, she promised herself, she would return with a dagger someday. The mechanical motion quickened, but she held her grunts as best she could. The tears in her eyes were more anger than anything. She was as much angry at herself for letting herself be ambushed this way, and for the few grunts that slipped out when the baron's dong got too deep or bruised a wall.
To save herself from the disgrace she felt, she went to a happy place in her mind. It was a small hut in the outskirts of Duskwood, where she would sit by the fire and read stories. The log walls keeping her safe from the things that crept in the night. It was the baron's grunts that shattered her illusion. Was he… She snapped back. "Don't you dare cum inside me!" she warned.
"Let's" grunt "see" grunt "what" grunt "our spawn" grunt "looks like!" The warm muck spilled into her womb. She panicked. No way was she going to have a goblin baby. Satisfied with his assault, Revilgaz retrieved his now-pathetic member and gave her a slap for good measure, making her booty jiggle. Vanessa had to work fast. She had to push the goo out before it set, and she was bred. However, before the sticky liquid could seep out, another goblin stepped up and plugged her hole. Without hesitation, he began his rape act. Desperately, she tried to squeeze the rape batter out of her fertile sanctuary.
"Oh, by the kraken, she's squeezing my cucumber," the goblin exclaimed enthusiastically. "What an absolute slut!"
She had been wrong earlier; the humiliation could get worse. But she had to get the cum out of her, no matter what these fools imagined she was doing. The contracting of her pleasure ring was only a side effect of the attempt to squeeze the procreational paste from her tube. It had an opposite and unintended effect, however, as the second goblin blew his load after just a few minutes. Now there was an unholy mixture of reproductive essences inside the vial. Sadly, the cycle repeated. As goblin after goblin stepped up to bang her ever sorer cunty, the slowness of the oozing cum had an inertia that could not compete with the keenness of the rape train. In other words, a drop or two might escape, but the in line pushed the stuff deeper. Only after seven males had victimized her hole, filling her to the brim with their sauce, did more of it manage to seep out onto the deck. Her overflowing pot simply couldn't contain all that disgusting sour cream.
"Let me push it out, please," she begged. "I don't want your ugly spawn!" The dock erupted with howling laughter. That's when she heard a deep, dumb voice break the levity.
"My turn," she heard from behind. Fright surging, she looked down to see between her tits and through the steady stream of cum running from her mountain spring. Rugmash was stepping up. "Hoist her up."
Gasps of awe filled the dock as she was hoisted up to align with his throbbing monster cock. The veiny club was abhorrent, the memory of its foul taste still on her tongue. It plugged her cum stream by just leaning the head against it, unlike the goblins who had had to enter her to do that.
"Oh, Light, no. Please, Rugmash, please. You're too big," she begged. So, this was her breaking point then. "Okay, you broke me!" she yelled out. "I am defeated. Let me down." She surprised herself by letting a single sob out. "I- I'll do what you say. I'll negotiate!"
The ogre did not give a single fuck. The member, which she had barely been able to fit in her mouth, journeyed to depths she didn't know she possessed. Cock gravy spurted out the stretched sides of her ring as the massive monolith expanded every inch of her. A primal grunt escaped from her as he wiggled even deeper. She hugged his cock with her cunt like a poorly fitted glove. Then he withdrew and repeated the process. Pleas for mercy was met with applause and laughter as he raped her for an eternity. Sometimes he would exit her completely, giving her cunt a moment's respite and a chance to close up before diving into her brutalized orifice again. Every thrust made its resistance just a little less. Her head swam as she swung back and forth on her assault swing, the ogre cock investigating the limits of her elasticity. That was when she felt it. To her horror, the fact that the phallus fit her hole like a too-small glove accompanied by the rhythmic smacks of the massive nut sack against her sensitive pearl had given rise to a terrifying feeling, which only grew more and more intense. A shiver was building inside her, tickling at her groin. Using every drop of resistance left, she fought it. Like a twig against an approaching riptide, she held fast, teeth grinding. It built and built. Tears ran down her cheeks as much from the strain as the shame and pain. She was soaked in her own sweat. Then it happened. The relentless ogre fucking ripped the forced orgasm straight from her grasp. As a drowning man on a piece of driftwood floating into a storm, the ocean of emotions overcame her. She came hard, a sweetness-wrapped agony pulsing from her back-stabbing cunt to that euphoric feeling in her head that was simultaneously veiled in shame and pain. Uncontrollably, her hole spasmed and clenched around the ginormous rape rod. The ogre felt it too, for he howled as he pumped her full of his seed. He jerked, plunged, and pumped, jerked, plunged, and pumped. The crowd was silent, mouths hanging open watching the obscenity. Rugmash stepped back, his destroyer falling out of her with a pop. The silence lingered for a while, Vanessa's panting and moaning the only sounds. But then, with the embarrassing fart sound of vibrating cunt lips from all the stuffed in air and sludge, cum spurted out of her. The quiet was broken by that horrifying excretion.
"I suppose we can call her Vanessa VanQUEEF now," a pot-bellied goblin proclaimed. The crowd burst out laughing, the atmosphere of disgusting mirth sending Vanessa into an abyss of humiliation. If she could have melted into the ocean right then and there to escape the shame and defeat, she would have. Instead, her body betrayed her as another momentous queef showered the onlookers in another dose of residue. This earned a gasp from the observers before they howled with hysterical laughter from the absurdity of a cum shower.
As she was being lowered, she sobbed audibly. At least it was over. Except, the journey down stopped at one and a half feet – goblin range. The line kept moving. Her brutalized hole had become a bit too wide for some of the goblins, who started to step up two at a time, two dicks going into her cunt like two ladles stirring one pot. Her mind was foggy from the abuse, but she clutched to sanity to the best of her ability. They might have bent me, expanded me, but they have not fucking broken me yet. Not… yet…
As fate would have it, while the next pair of goblins were pounding her relentlessly, she caught a glimpse of two female goblins carrying a couple of buckets toward her. They looked like twins, bleached hair in tiny pigtails. The crowd hooted and cheered when they saw them approach, parting to let them pass. Smiling, the two females step up to her heavy head and showed her the content of her buckets. They were half full, a mountain of crabs battling to climb on top of each other to get out.
"W-what are you doing with those?" she asked. The quiver in her voice pained her as much as the duo blasting her sloppy ring.
The two female goblins said nothing, they only placed on bucket under each of her tits.
"No, please! Please! Mercy! Mercy! I hate crabs. Please!"
The critters climbed each other in a chaotic skirmish to reach her mountains. Desperately, she tried to pull away, leaning what little she could away from the thrashing, snapping claws in those buckets. The rape drifted to the back of her mind as her whole existence turned into a battle of moving side to side in her restraints to lift this tit and that away from the clawing monstrosities below.
"NO! Please, someone! Anyone!" she pleaded. She thought she heard someone giggle. The female goblins just stood there, arms crossed, enjoying her torment. The inhumanity.
It was when a well-equipped orc took his turn on her with powerful thrusts that both of her mounds were pushed deeper into the buckets, since he had to angle her rear upward to get his piledrive going. The first claws made contact, clamping down on her nipples and titty meat. She jiggled her exceptional tits fiercely, sending some of the pinching creatures flying, by others managed to hold on. The crabs had a foothold and were invading. Their pincers were tiny but sharp, and small drops of blood fell from her tits into the buckets. Worst of all, crabs were not critters of solidarity; once a crab was able to hang onto Vanessa, the others would painfully pull it off back into the bucket.
"Ouch! Ugh, no! Help!" This has to end. This has to eeend! She was openly weeping now.
It was only when the orc orgasmed deep inside her body, let her go and brought her back to equilibrium, that she could shake and jiggle all the crabs off of her. Tiny bruises and cuts dotted her beautiful, sun-kissed pillows. The return of goblins behind her was almost a blessing, because now her torso was far enough away for only a few of the crabs to reach her; if she twisted from side to side and shook her jubblies, none of them got a proper hold on her.
"Enough crab dance," the baron announced. "This bitch's hole is getting slack. Get the other bucket."
Oh Light, what now? The seed of fear in her was blossoming out of control.
Thankfully, the crab buckets were removed, and Vanessa sobbed tears of relief, pain, and shame. It only lasted a minute. Another bucket was presented to her, held up as if showing her the evening's wine. The baron held the bucket under her face so she could get a good look. In the shallow water swam several tiny eels, barely thicker than a thumb and six or seven inches long at most. Their slippery blackness writhed and squirmed in their iron prison.
"These are electric eels, spawned but days ago," the well-dressed goblin snickered. "It is an old Booty Bay negotiation technique. I know we're not negotiating, buns, but it will be fun… for us, at least."
"P-please," Vanessa begged, a salty tear dripping into the saltwater of the bucket. "Don't but those near my chest. The crabs are horrible, but those things are disgusting." She swallowed audibly. "I fear their shock so much," she stuttered. When had she become this pathetic, begging wretch?
"Your chest?" laughed the goblin, slapping her left tit for emphasis, which then swung into the right one to set them both jiggling. "Oh, no, I would never." With that, he took hold of the eel bucket and walked behind her. She tensed as she felt the cool spout of a greased-up funnel enter her butt hole.
"You cannot be seri –"
Her wail of terror broke through the laughter of the crowd as the saltwater enema splashed into the funnel and leaked into her bowls. She panted and sobbed, twisting violently as the seawater made her belly bulge. The intrusive sensation of the funnel blended with the saturation of seawater in her colon. It was when the first eel slid in that her mind truly shattered beyond repair. The next three were bad, but it was something about the very first time a living, slimy sea creature swam around in one's poop chute that left a mark. She couldn't beg, only sputter unintelligible sobs and useless grunts. A tangle of eels writhed and wriggled and circled inside of her; in a place she had never intended to be an entrance, let alone a chamber for guests. She looked at the cannon, foggily considering how she could get tied to that thing and dumped into the ocean. Swiftly, the funnel was removed and replaced by a cork stopper. The creatures were trapped inside her dark cave.
It was when the next goblin fucked her, disturbing her guts, that the first anal jolt came. It brought her straight out of the haze. Small surges of electricity spiked and stung inside her asshole. Her screams resumed. The shocks were horrible, making her tense, but the cruel anticipation waiting for the next one was as excruciating as the shocks themselves.
"I can feel them," the goblin fucking her yelled enthusiastically. "It tickles and she spasms!"
The train of goblins and Uncrowned steadily marched on as they emptied themselves inside her, one after another. She had no idea how many had used her at this point. She never got used to the wriggling feeling and the little jolts either. After an eternity, she vaguely became aware of the baron brandishing a metal rod. He was examining the branding iron, turning it over in his hands. He held it up in front of Vanessa. At its tip was twisting metal cords bent into the symbol of the Horde.
"Do you see this, bitch?" he said, rotating it to make the symbol spin slowly before her weeping eyes. "This will mark you proper – from bandit princess and rogue leader to your true calling of orc and goblin whore." He placed the iron icon into the glowing coals in one of the blazing braziers.
"I beg you, baron, don't do this. Ugh," she cramped up as an eel provided another jolt. "I beg you; I'll do anything. Ugh. Ouch. Ugh."
The baron only watched her without showing a care in the world. She counted four more rapes and an uncountable number of jolts before the baron withdrew the iron from the flames.
"Please don't. Please don't. Please don't," she repeated over and over again as the baron went around her to stand behind her ass. The other onlookers and abusers stepped away to leave room for goblin lord. For the first time in hours, no one was brutalizing her cunt. Without warning, the cork stopper was pulled from her ass. A small spray of saltwater squirted out before a hefty, green finger was placed upon her puckered hole to keep anything else from departing. She felt like her ass was going to burst.
"Hold it in," the baron said with a sharp cackle. Carefully, he took his finger away. Every inch of her abused colon wanted to excrete its grotesque contents, filled to the brim with eels and water as it was.
"It's difficult," she whimpered, fighting to clench tight. She dared not even imagine what they would do if she let the torturous solution evacuate. Maybe if she could hold it in, he wouldn't brand her. Brand her! As if she was a heifer.
"No, no! Please. No. Please! I-I'll be good. I'll be –"
The scorching metal seared the helpless flesh of her left bum-pillow. The pain was immediate, needles stabbing at her brain as an infernal sting rippled out from her booty. She screamed out, making everyone go still. Parrots flew up from their perch atop the battleship's tower. Overcome with this new agony, she had no power or concentration to clench her brown ring. Like a fountain, seawater and little eels flew out of her asshole in a great explosion, arcing high and splashing onto the dock. The writhing mass twisted on the wet planks.
"Booty Bay will from now on grow into its name in a proper way," the baron announced to the crowd, slapping her ass. "Deliver this slut to the warchief and tell him that we are more than willing to negotiate our neutrality."