Choose Your Own Adventure C33

You whimper softly. You are miserable. You are hungry and your throat is parched. The goblins have not yet filled the trough for you to slurp up some slave gruel. Beside you, another slave pushes her head down as far as she can, trying to lick up some slave gruel that still coats the bottom of the trough. But she cannot quite reach it. Like you, her neck is secured tightly between two wooden boards, only giving her limited ability to move her neck. Like all the other “livestock,” your bodies are bound and immobile in wooden frames.  There are several of you.  All slaves that had displeased the goblins in some way to cause the goblins to reduce them to livestock.

You can move your neck a little between the two slats of wood, just enough to eat or drink from the trough. Otherwise, you cannot move at all, other than to shake and twitch around a little to try and ward off the flies.

You have been locked in this frame like this for a few months, or so you think. You have lost track of time. And you are completely miserable. Not being able to move for so long as driven you half mad. You are covered in dirt and sweat and goblin cum. Your back and ass burn and bleed from the last time the goblins had whipped you for their amusement. Flies swarm you every day, attracted to the stink and the sweat and the cum and blood, and they bite you, causing your whole body to sting and itch. The flies especially love your ass, pussy and inner thighs, because of all the goblin cum oozing from your orifices.

But none of this is the worst part of your existence. The worst part is knowing that there is a baby growing in your womb. Soon after you had first arrived in the goblin camp and been locked into this frame, the goblins had brought over some captured men to fuck you and the other female human livestock. The captive men were made to fuck you and the other livestock several times a day for the first few weeks, to make sure you were pregnant.

And you dread giving birth to the child inside you. Because you have already been told that the purpose of breeding you and the other livestock is to produce “tender meat” for the goblins to eat. After you give birth, your babies will be slaughtered for meat. You cannot believe how cruel these goblins are. And every day you know the baby inside you grows. Only for you to be forced to push it out of your body so that it can be taken away and slaughtered.

You can also feel your breasts beginning to swell from your pregnancy. Soon you will be lactating. And the goblins have told you that your milk will also be collected for them to drink. That is your purpose now. To produce milk and meat for these vile goblins.

Sex slavery would be better than this. A labor camp would be better than this. Death would be better than this. But you have no control over your fate. You are locked in this wooden frame, helpless as the baby gowns in your womb. You know it will likely be the first of many, many babies.

You feel hands on your hips. Goblin hands. Then an erect cock begins sliding in between your ass cheeks. You close your eyes and prepare to be fucked. You pray he chooses your pussy and not your ass. You are not so lucky. The goblin begins forcing his cock into your asshole and you grunt in pain. Fortunately, your ass is lubricated with plenty of goblin cum but it still hurts. But you hardly notice the pain. You are focused on only one thing. The dread you feel about what will happen to your child growing in your womb.

It is the end for you. You will spend the rest of your life as goblins’ livestock.

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