Choose Your Own Adventure C11A

It is mid-morning and the sun is shining bright in the sky before the goblins finally stop fucking you.

As the last goblin finishes ravaging you, another goblin comes over and says, “Our guests have arrived.”

“Splendid, we can show our new toy to them,” the goblin who was fucking you says and he hauls you to your feet. He binds your wrists quickly and then he begins to take you through the camp. In the center of the camp, you see them. Orcs. They are a half dozen of them standing around. Also, there are more of the goblins, with Rosalind on her knees at their feet. A goblin takes you right over to the orcs. “Kneel, slave!” he sternly commands and puts you on your knees at his feet.

“We caught this thief in our camp last night. Now she is a slave,” the goblin says. He looks down at you. What were you called, slave?” he asks.

“My name is Astrid,” you whimper.

The goblin angrily backhands you. “You will address orcs and goblins as Master, slave! And Astrid was your name. Now you are nameless chattel.” He turns back to the orcs. “Do you like what you see?”

One of the orcs steps forward. He licks his chops. “I do love redheads,” he remarks.

“Well, we do still owe your clan a debt,” the goblin replies. “So how about this? We will let the slave choose, perhaps the last free choice she is ever allowed to make. Slave, if you want to be an orcs’ slave, crawl over to that orc and beg him to fuck you. If you don’t, I will take that as meaning that you want to remain here with as, serving goblins along with your new slave sister over there.” The goblin gestures over to Rosalind.

What do you do?

1) Crawl over to the orc and beg him to fuck you.

2)They may force this life on you, but you will not beg! Remain kneeling at the goblin’s feet.