Choose Your Own Adventure D12A

As you look at the poor woman, barely conscious, terrified, and clearly suffering, your temper flares. “No! She is already broken enough!” you snap. “I am not going to whip this woman! Why must you be so cruel!?!  Is not making us your slaves and raping us and working us to death enough!?!”

The goblin looks at you with a shocked look on his face. Then his face darkens with anger. “You insolent little cunt!” he snarls, and he lunges at you. As soon as he does, you instinctively raise the whip, brandishing it at him. It was just a reflex and as soon as you realize what you have done, you drop the whip.

But the raising of the whip stops the goblin in his tracks. The goblin glares at you, an expression of enraged disbelief washed over his face. “You will pay for that, you cunt!” he screams and he charges towards you and picks up the whip. You fall to the ground and curl into a ball. “I am sorry, Master!” you wail and then the whip slashes into you. Over and over and over. You writhe around in agony as the whip strikes you. Eventually you pass out from the pain.

Cold water splashes on your face, and you cough and sputter as you awaken. You realize you must have been passed out for a little bit. But by the position of the sun, you can tell it is still morning. You have been moved to the center of the camp. All or nearly all of the goblins from the encampment appear to be standing around you. And in front of you are the three new slaves, all kneeling and facing you.

“Good morning, slave,” a goblin says to you. He is one of the older goblins in the camp, which you know means he is likely a leader. He is holding a sword. He is facing the three new slaves. “Now slaves, you will see what happens when a slave dares to be insolent. When she dares to threaten to attack a Master.” He storms over to you and places the sword at your throat. You cry out, prepared to die.

The blade nicks your flesh but he does not slice your throat. At least not yet. “It is a shame it has come to this,” the goblin snarls glaring down at you. “You had a tight, juicy cunt. This is a waste of good cunt.”

“Please, Master, I beg forgiveness!” you cry. “Please, I will be a good slave! A good slut!”

The goblin ignores your pleas. He looks up. “Would anyone like to fuck this insolent cunt before I dispatch of her.”

A goblin immediately steps forward. He climbs in top of you. A moment later, he drives his cock into you and begins violently fucking you. By the way he viciously drives his cock in and out of you, you know he is not just trying to give himself pleasure. He is punishing you for your defiance. As soon as he climaxes, he climbs off you and then another goblin steps forward and does the same. Then another. And another. It seems your cunt was indeed popular with the goblins and they all want one final fuck. You are fucked by most of the goblins in the camp. It is almost nightfall when they finish.

The three new slaves are forced to watch the entire time. And for the entire time, the larger goblin holds the sword at your throat, a look of murderous rage on his face. You pray that maybe as the goblins fuck you throughout the entire day, he will decide that you have been punished enough. Maybe he will decide your cunt is worth keeping. But the rage on his face does not diminish.

When no more goblins step forward to fuck you, you look up pleadingly at the goblin with the sword at your throat. “Please, Master…” you cry.

Your plea is cut short when he draws the blade across your throat. Now only a panicked gargling noise escapes your mouth. You can hear the three new slaves crying. You realize you have indeed helped to break them. You are now a warning to them. A cautionary tale. Surely, they will understand that complete obedience is expected of them now, so they do not end up like you.

That is the last thought that flashes through your mind. Everything goes black. It is the end for you.

Start over…