Choose Your Own Adventure D7

As sore and exhausted as you are, you still refuse to stoop to begging the goblins to fuck you. If you sink that low, you know you are close to breaking fully and become a willing slave. That scares you more than the physical pain you may suffer if forced to do hard labor. Besides, you may get lucky and be tasked with something easy for the day.

You and the other slaves line up and goblins move down the line, selecting a few slaves that they want to fuck or be served by. Rosalind is one of the slaves selected to be fucked. Those not chosen, yourself included, are given some form of labor. You are tasked with chopping and hauling woods. You groan in dismay. Swinging an axe into wood won’t be as bad on your hands and back as swinging a pickaxe into rock in the quarry. But it will still be brutal. You have no idea how you will make it through the day. But you have no choice.

And indeed, even before the morning is over, your back is throbbing even worse, your hands are bleeding, and you are on the verge of collapse. You hope you can make it to the midday break. Maybe that brief break will allow you to recover just enough to make it through the rest of the day. Or maybe you can convince some goblins to fuck you during the break, which will give you an even longer break before you are put back to work. At this point you realize your body is in such bad shape that getting fucked is much preferable, no matter its effect on your psyche.

Your back is throbbing so badly. And you are starting to feel dizzy. Why didn’t you try to convince the goblins to pick you to be fucked all day? You are not sure if you can even make it to the mid-day break.

You don’t. Your back begins to have painful spasms as you are hauling a bundle of wood and you collapse. You writhe around from the painful spasms. A goblin hurries over. “Get up, lazy cunt!” he screams. You know you better get up and you try to stand. But you suddenly feel dizzy, and you don’t even make it up before you fall flat on your face. The goblin snarls, enraged. A moment later, you scream as his whip slashes into your flesh. Over and over. You writhe around on the ground in bloody agony as you are whipped. But the vicious whipping only weakens you further. You can’t get up even if you wanted to.  So, the goblin keeps whipping you.

Everything goes black. And you never wake up. The combination of your injuries and exhaustion have taken their toll. You are one more dead slave at the goblin encampment. You have finally escaped slavery but it was at the cost of your life.

Start Over…