Elves and Priests

This world is nothing more than a game played by the gods, an endless gamble of life and death, where the dice of fate are rolled endlessly. Their collisions and rolling determine the fate of countless beings, and the bored gods find amusement in this. One day, a god with a wicked sense of humor had a sudden inspiration and created a race called goblins, which became the source of all the stories.
These grotesque, greenish-blue monsters, modeled after the desires and ugliness of human nature, resemble cunning children in height, physique, personality, and behavior. Individually, they are not particularly powerful; even ordinary humans can barely handle them. Among the many species known as "monsters," they are undoubtedly the weakest, often contemptuously referred to as "bastards."
While a single goblin is not frightening, male goblins will gather in packs to attack vulnerable pedestrians or even villages, driven by the desire for reproduction, plunder, or simply to satisfy their brutal nature. They will then drag the females back to their nests to be used as breeding tools, wantonly ravaging and raping them. Once the females are no longer of use, they will kill them without mercy, or even use them as food.
Conversely, the god of justice rolled the dice, sending one of his pawns—an ordinary man, once an unremarkable figure—to endlessly wield the blade of hatred and reduce the goblin population. Five years ago, a man calling himself "Goblin Slayer" appeared, unconditionally accepting all goblin-slaying missions from the Adventurers' Guild. He was, in reality, just a pitiful soul who, during a childhood tragedy, cowered in a box, trembling as he witnessed goblins invading his village, raping his beloved sister, and brutally murdering her. From that moment, he embarked on a path of revenge. The god chose him, hoping to use him to suppress the goblin population.
The only saving grace for the man was that his childhood sweetheart, having escaped the tragedy by moving to the city with her family, was spared. Thus, the man who became "Goblin Slayer" stayed at her family's ranch, traveling far and wide, driven by a deep-seated hatred that almost extinguished all emotion, using every conceivable method to eradicate goblins.
The goblin population was temporarily contained—or so it should have been—but then, an unexpected turn of events occurred, one that even the gods couldn't have foreseen.
One day, as the man once again donned his full armor, preparing to journey far away, his childhood friend gently embraced him from behind.
"Are you leaving again...?" The girl's voice held a hint of disappointment.
"Yes," the man's voice remained as indifferent as ever.
"You always leave for so long," the girl forced a smile. "But, I... I don't like it, leaving me all alone—" "I'm sorry." The man's voice deepened. "Goblins attack villages and hurt innocent people, so I have to eliminate them. Not a single one left." "No—!" The girl hugged herself tighter, suddenly bursting into tears. "I'm so worried, I don't want the person I love to do such dangerous things again and again... Besides, don't you want to protect me?" "...Yes, killing them all will protect you," the man's voice softened. "I'll be back soon." "But what if those guys come to the village while you're not here? Like, like that night... Every time I think of that funeral..." "I can't help but tremble with fear..." The girl's voice trembled slightly. "My sister is gone. I don't want you to die because of this. Please, stay..." The man froze, recalling that nightmarish night, unsure how to answer her—though he hated goblins intensely, he couldn't ignore the words of the girl crying on his back. His sister's smile seemed to reappear before his eyes. The sister who held his hand, admonishing him, "You must protect girls well!" "Don't make girls cry!" was gone. How could he let hatred cloud his judgment and leave his childhood sweetheart alone in this almost undefended village, facing danger that could strike at any moment? He didn't want to lose someone important and then regret it a second time...!
He removed his helmet, turned around, and gently stroked her hair. "Yes, I promise you," he said, pulling the dazed girl into his arms. "I'll stay and protect you. If those guys dare to come, I'll kill them all—" His tone, though still filled with killing intent, revealed his unwavering resolve to never leave the ranch again.
From then on, the two lived an unremarkable, ordinary life in this border village, and the "Goblin Slayer," once the talk of the town and a source of amusement for other adventurers, never appeared in the guild again.
Then, a problem arose—skilled adventurers with real ability almost universally refused to accept goblin-slaying missions, while novice adventurers who were willing to take them on struggled to effectively eliminate the hordes of cunning monsters, often returning empty-handed or even losing their lives. In this environment, the goblin race, seemingly clumsy but actually highly intelligent and prolific, began to rapidly grow and expand, unknowingly becoming a considerable threat.
Even so, many novice adventurers, either unable to find a mission or overconfident and naive, fixate on missions like hunting goblins, thinking it's not difficult, and try it one after another; however, as goblins evolve, more and more people never return... The servant of the supreme god, the saintess who wields the Sword of Balance, noticed the anomaly and issued an investigation request in the Adventurers' Guild of the Water City; out of her understanding and fear of goblins, she specifically requested that only those with a "Silver Rank" or higher accept the mission; however, Silver Rank adventurers are few in number and are all keen on hunting large monsters, and after a long time, no one accepted the mission.
Things changed when a forest dweller, tired of her secluded life in the forest and unable to resist venturing out for a stroll—what humans would call an elf—came to the Water City. Despite being two thousand years old, she possessed the slender, petite figure of a teenage human girl. Her long, pale green hair flowed smoothly down her back, with two braids tied in ribbons dangling beside her face, swaying in her rather—no, rather meager—chest. A white and green hunter's outfit fit her perfectly, her two delicate arms exposed. Her fair, translucent skin was free of any scars; she wore brown shorts and matching over-the-knee boots with grass-green collars, which allowed for easy movement while perfectly outlining her slender figure; she wore black leather gloves, and carried a specially made longbow and quiver on her back—forest people were natural archery masters, capable of becoming excellent warriors with simple training, let alone as a true descendant of fairies, a Forest person with strong bloodlines. With her talent and hard work, her archery skills were almost magical.
Most of the adventurers around stared intently at the elf who had entered the guild, rudely appraising her pretty face and her long, pointed ears, whispering about her identity and appearance; she pouted, looking displeased, but ignored them, her curiosity leading her to tear off the special commission form and quickly flip through it.
"Hmm, a request from the Sword Saintess? Just a mere goblin, is such a grand gesture really necessary..." The elf sighed helplessly. "I thought it would be something interesting... Oh well, I'll go see the Saintess then," she muttered to herself, pocketing the request letter and setting off as instructed to visit the Saintess at the temple in the city center.
After explaining her purpose with the letter, the temple guards quickly escorted her to the Saintess.
"Finally, someone has accepted this request? I am truly grateful," the Saintess, her eyes blindfolded, greeted her with a gentle smile.
But—
"I must say, she truly lives up to her title as the Saintess. She is truly magnificent—" the elf silently lamented, her gaze unable to leave the Saintess's enormous breasts, a hint of envy flickering in her emerald eyes, forgetting even to return the greeting.
"Excuse me...?" The saintess paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled. "Please don't worry about this. It will probably develop on its own. Besides, it's actually quite cute..." The elf's face flushed red. "I'm sorry," she hurriedly held up the commission letter to change the subject. "I just need to go to these suspicious places to investigate information about goblins, and then find a way to convey it to you, is that alright?" After hesitating for a moment, she still spoke her mind. "Why specify a silver-rank adventurer? Goblins are quite weak monsters. Even if they form a group, they shouldn't be a disaster, right...?" She looked at the saintess questioningly.
The usually cheerful saintess suddenly fell silent, gripping the hilt of the Scales Sword tightly, as if recalling something. "No, they are a rather dangerous race, and as far as I know, many ordinary adventurers elsewhere have already fallen victim to their cruelty," she paused, "they are all, without exception, brutal and lewd creatures. Please be extremely careful. If you encounter other adventurers in distress during your investigation, I hope you will offer assistance, provided you ensure your own safety. This is my humble request..." The elf readily agreed, and the saintess carefully handed her a parchment scroll. "Tear it apart, and you'll be able to speak with me, but only for a brief three minutes. After you finish your investigation, please briefly tell me the important information so you don't have to return to the Water City. As for the reward, I'll pay you in advance now," he said, handing the elf a heavy bag of gold coins. "Excuse my bluntness, but please don't be careless... May God bless you." The elf put away the scroll and bag, taking a deep breath with excitement for the adventure. "Alright, leave it to me!" Leaving the temple, she purchased some medicine and fine arrows and set off alone.
Several days later, on a forest path in a border village, four young adventurers were chatting and laughing as they searched for a goblin's lair—a fairly standard setup, but all of them were novices: a young warrior leaving the village for the first time, a mage who had just graduated from the capital's magic academy, a female martial artist who had never fought in a real battle, and a young priestess who had been pulled into the guild by the three of them. The white porcelain nameplates on their chests indicated their identities.
The warrior brandished his gleaming longsword, patting his brand-new leather armor with his other hand, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm really lucky this time, getting such an easy quest!" The martial artist behind him looked at him with a hint of helplessness. She had only chosen to become an adventurer to hone her fighting skills. "It's still best not to be careless. I've heard those goblins have become increasingly ferocious lately, and I've seen quite a few injured people in the guild." The warrior was somewhat dismissive. "They're just those kinds of guys. Back in the village, I single-handedly fought off three of them!" -- It was because of this experience that he decided to become an adventurer, to gradually fulfill his dream. "Someday, I want to become a warrior who can defeat dragons!" he said, becoming even more excited, urging the three of them to quicken their pace.
The young priestess trailing at the back of the group still looked somewhat bewildered. At only fifteen years old and visiting the Adventurers' Guild for the first time, she was hesitant and unsure how to refuse the three men's invitation when they enthusiastically pulled her out of the guild. She was still dressed in her usual blue and white robes, adorned with gold trim. The slightly oversized priestess robes hugged her petite frame, highlighting her youthful charm with a slight fullness in her chest. Her long, shapely legs were clad in white over-the-knee boots with black collars, revealing glimpses of black safety shorts. A priestess hat matching her outfit adorned her head, and her beautiful long, golden hair cascaded down her back. Her gentle and lovely face was quite endearing, except for her breasts… Her sapphire-blue eyes flashed with a hint of panic and unease. She gripped her ornate staff tightly and asked softly, "Um, shouldn't we be more prepared before we go?" "What does it matter? I'm very strong," the warrior pounded his chest. "Besides, we still have her. This top student from the capital's magic academy is nothing but a few goblins. Don't worry too much!" Beside her, a woman in a mage's robes, holding a wooden staff, adjusted her glasses and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll burn them all!" A recent graduate, she wanted to find a place to use her skills, and becoming an adventurer became her choice.
Complacency is often the root of all disaster. The three naive individuals, completely unaware of what lay ahead, continued forward with the poor little priestess. "Found it!" the warrior exclaimed, pointing his sword to a totem at a cave entrance. "This should be it. We've finally arrived! Let's hurry in!" "Eh...? Are we just going to go in like this?" The little priestess stopped, looking hesitant. However, having come this far, there was no way she could back out now. She could only grip her staff tightly, praying fervently as she cautiously followed behind the three. Having just received her priesthood from the temple, she could only use two simple spells: Holy Light and Healing. Moreover, she could only use these miracles three times a day, and she seriously doubted whether she could be of any use.
The warrior lit a torch and led the way, barely illuminating the path ahead. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the silent, dim cave. The sound of swallowing could be clearly heard, and a faint, fishy stench filled the air. Undoubtedly, they were near a goblin's lair.
Suddenly, a totem identical in appearance to the one at the entrance appeared in the distance. The warrior shouted, "Look! What's that?" All three were drawn to it, completely unaware that another path was hidden in the shadows of the rocks.
Unable to discern anything amiss, the group continued deeper, oblivious to the hellish trap they had fallen into—"Footsteps behind us…" The junior priest, whose pace was slowing, suddenly stopped, grabbing the mage beside him, his voice trembling.
"How could this be? We came in a straight line," the mage said, raising his torch with a suspicious look, shining it on the path they had come from—several greenish figures were peeking out from behind the rocks. Realizing they had been discovered, they let out a nasty roar, revealing jagged, sharp teeth. With their call, more small figures slowly appeared in their path, accompanied by a cacophony of mocking laughter.
The warriors had already ventured deeper into the area and hadn't yet reacted to the strange occurrences when three goblins roared and pounced on the mage carrying the torch. Terrified, she gripped her staff tightly, her hands trembling as she chanted a spell. Arrows of fire shot out, instantly incinerating the leader.
"Ha, ha...it's nothing serious," the mage's face relaxed into a smile, but the other two goblins, their speed undiminished, were already beside her, grabbing her legs and tearing at them.
"No! No! No!" the mage cried out in pain, trying to cast a spell in retaliation, but a goblin snatched her staff away, snapping it in two with a crack. She froze—unable to cast spells, she was nothing more than a frail woman.
The next second, four or five goblins let out grotesque laughter, pinning the mage to the ground and beginning to strip her clothes.
The mage twisted and struggled desperately, her previous composure and confidence completely gone, replaced by despair and terror. "Ugh, help, help me—" Suddenly, with a dull thud as flesh was pierced, her screams abruptly ceased. Her eyes widened as she stared at her abdomen—a grinning goblin, perhaps disliking her body, mercilessly plunged a poisoned dagger into her stomach. The other goblins immediately burst into laughter.
"You bastard—" The warrior, finally arriving, glared wildly at the mage, wildly swinging his longsword, felling two of them. The others nimbly dodged, but he continued his frenzied hacking and slashing, roaring hysterically, "Die, die—" The martial artist nearby seemed relatively calmer, gesturing for the warrior to retreat while urging the junior priest to use a miracle to heal her.
"I...I understand!" The little priestess, almost paralyzed with fear, knelt on the ground, gripping her staff tightly, and prayed devoutly. Then, a gentle golden light enveloped the mage's body, but it didn't have much effect. The dagger was still stuck in her body, continuously releasing poison. The mage could no longer make a sound, her lifeless eyes staring at the rock wall. She wanted to say something, but could only let out a miserable wail.
"Why, why isn't it working..." The little priest collapsed there, using the miracle again, but it was all in vain. "No, no... Merciful Mother Earth, please protect us who are lost in the darkness..." Tears welled in his eyes; it was no longer chanting, but a simple prayer, a prayer for an impossible miracle.
The warrior stood in front of the three, roaring and swinging his longsword, indeed knocking down several goblins that couldn't dodge in time, blackish-red blood splattering onto the rock wall; however, more fearless fellows rushed forward with short swords. Just as he was about to raise his sword to strike, the overly long blade struck the rock wall above his head, and then flew away due to the force of the blow.
"Huh--?" Time seemed to stand still. The warrior's anger subsided, replaced by the same despair as the mage's. Then, a horde of goblins pounced on him, brutally stabbing him through his body with short swords. His thin leather armor was as fragile as paper, and the horrific sounds of flesh being pierced echoed—screams, savage laughter, blood splattering everywhere. The little priestess, sitting on the ground, trembled as she looked at the warrior lying in a pool of blood, gradually losing her voice. A clear liquid slowly seeped from beneath her, staining her priestess robes. Having always listened to teachings in the noble temple, she had never witnessed such a gruesome sight and was so terrified that she couldn't help but lose control of her bladder.
The martial artist was equally panicked, yet she still mustered her courage and decided to protect the little priestess—after all, she had brought her here, and she had to take responsibility. Thinking this, she said, "You run! I'll hold them off…!" The little priestess just stared blankly at her, seemingly having lost all strength to run away.
"Run!" the martial artist shouted at her, then rushed into the group of goblins, trying to distract them and channeling their anger and fear into power. Several goblins, still splattered with the warrior's blood, were kicked against the rock wall, their bones cracking.
The little priestess, without thinking, got up, only to see the mage still breathing. Her innate gentleness and the faith of a priest made it impossible for her to ignore her. Gritting her teeth, she hoisted the mage, who was even larger than herself, onto her shoulder and struggled to drag her towards the cave entrance.
The martial artist smashed the skull of the goblin in front of her with a punch. Just as she was planning to find a chance to escape after the little priestess left, a mutated goblin, much stronger than a normal one, appeared before her. Its three-meter-tall blue body was covered in muscles, with protruding fangs, and it stared at her menacingly.
"Damn it...!" She launched a kick, but the monster easily grabbed her ankle, then grinned maliciously and slammed her against the stone wall like a straw, before smashing her to the ground. Although a martial artist's body was much stronger than an ordinary person's, it couldn't withstand such a brutal attack. Her whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, and a sweet, metallic taste filled her mouth. Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to resist. The other ordinary goblins immediately swarmed around her with lewd grins, tearing at her clothes. In no time, only the piece of fabric between her legs remained.
The little priestess hadn't run far when she turned around and saw this scene. The pain in her heart made her stop, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at the martial artist, her buttocks raised, being pinned down by a group of goblins.
"Run...run..." She looked in the direction of the little priestess, and with her last bit of strength, she reached out. The last shred of modesty was torn to shreds, and the beast behind her eagerly thrust its filthy, terrifying penis into her vagina. The scream excited the goblins, who formed a circle around her, raping the immobilized, whimpering fighter, temporarily ignoring the little priestess.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" The little priestess wiped away her tears, dragging the increasingly weak mage as they desperately fled.
However, even with the fighter's mouth, genitals, and anus completely stuffed with penises, many goblins were still unsatisfied. They then turned their gaze to the little priestess, leering savagely, and pounced on her in droves.
The little priestess carrying the mage couldn't run fast at all, and soon several goblins caught up with her. The little priestess was so frightened that her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. She simply closed her eyes, not daring to look at the monsters surrounding her. Just when the little priestess was in complete despair, a series of arrows suddenly pierced the air. Instantly, the goblins that were already on her were riddled with arrows and pinned to the stone wall. The other two tried to escape, but were killed instantly by the same arrows.
"How could we let you get away!" A sharp shout came from behind the little priestess. She looked up and saw an elf holding a longbow standing there, looking helplessly at the nameplate on her chest. "White Magnetic...? Looks like another careless new adventurer." The bewildered little priestess suddenly knelt on the ground. "Thank you for saving me. Please save my companion!" She pointed a trembling finger at the mage on the ground, who was almost lifeless, her face streaked with tears. "My miracles have no effect on her injuries..." The elf glanced at her, then turned away with a hint of pity. "No, it's hopeless. I didn't bring any antidote. All I can do is alleviate her pain a little—" Before the little priestess could react, an arrow pierced the mage's throat. A weak smile of gratitude appeared on her lips, and then her eyes closed.
The elf shook the dazed priestess. "Are there any other survivors?" "Eh--? Yes, inside. She only did it to save me..." The priestess trembled as she recalled the fighter who had just been stripped naked and pinned to the ground. "There were a lot of goblins inside, and a very strong one. I couldn't do anything--" She covered her face and cried.
The elf hesitated for a moment, then gave up. "I'm sorry, my profession is a sentinel. Dealing with hordes of enemies in a cave is completely pointless. It's already a miracle I was able to rescue you. Let's go!" With that, she grabbed the little priest's hand and ran towards the cave entrance. "Once we're outside, we'll be safe!" However, the nearby caves were interconnected underground. As soon as the two reached the entrance, they discovered a large number of goblins outside—"How could this be?!" The elf's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't noticed these creatures when she arrived, and now she panicked. She could manage on her own, but dragging along a little priest with little fighting ability made things much more difficult.
"Damn it...!" Without thinking, she took out the scroll the saintess had given her and tore it open without hesitation. As the aura spread, the communication magic was successfully activated, and the saintess's voice came from the torn parchment, "Oh? You got the results so quickly?" The elf, while drawing her bow and shooting down the surrounding goblins with a series of precise arrows, succinctly explained the current situation, "In short, these guys have increased in both number and intelligence abnormally. I've fallen into a trap and am now trying to escape... The goblins seem to be acting in an organized manner, with an unclear purpose. It doesn't seem like they simply want to kill me. The archers in the distance haven't made a move..." The little priestess huddled beside her, clutching her staff tightly, unsure of what to do. The two miracles she could conjure were useless in the current crisis, so she was nothing more than a frail fifteen-year-old girl, watching the elf fighting with worry.
Time passed, and the goblins surged forward as if they were completely fearless of death, while the elf's quiver was almost empty.
Realizing this, she grew increasingly panicked. "Damn it, I have to escape quickly—" She nocked all the remaining arrows and unleashed a dense and precise rain of arrows at the weak points in the encirclement. The goblins' screams rose and fell, temporarily creating an opening. The elf quickly picked up the little priestess and nimbly rushed towards the gap. "There's a chance…!" Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot towards her. Caught off guard, the elf couldn't dodge. The burning pain and numbness that spread throughout her body caused both her and the little priestess to let out a wail. Barely managing not to collapse, she continued to complete her mission. "There's a mage among these guys—they must have undergone a special evolution. The goblins' movements are quite orderly, not like they're acting on instinct at all…" More goblins surrounded her, noisily laughing lewdly, slowly approaching the elf who had run out of arrows and had nowhere to escape. The little priestess collapsed to the ground in utter despair, trembling and unable to speak.
The elf could no longer remain calm. "No, don't come any closer, you monsters—" she cried, brandishing her longbow, a hint of terror flashing in her eyes.
"Grab it, but don't hurt it," a hoarse, unpleasant voice suddenly rang out. The elf looked in the direction of the voice and saw a goblin holding a rough staff, dressed in clothes far more ornate than the others, staring coldly at her. "Special prey, a tribute to the monarch!" The elf stared blankly at it. The communication spell was still active, and the saintess on the other side had clearly heard the voice—though broken and intermittent like a child just learning to speak, these beasts, who had previously only been able to howl incoherently, were now clearly speaking human language.
"They've evolved to this extent?" the saintess murmured to herself. After a long while, she remembered the elf's predicament, but the communication had already been cut off. She gripped her sword tightly and fell into deep thought.
The elf tossed aside the parchment that had lost its luster, shielded the young priest behind her, and gripped her bow with feigned composure. She cried out in a sweet voice, "I am a noble Upper Forest person! How dare you filthy beasts—" Before she could finish, four or five goblins swarmed her, snatching the wooden bow and breaking it in two. They then pinned her to the ground and began tearing at her clothes. The white fabric at her chest was instantly ripped to shreds, exposing her fair, flat breasts, the rosy nipples particularly alluring.
"No! No! No! No!" The elf, who had never experienced such humiliation, cried out in shame and despair, desperately twisting and struggling. However, she was not skilled in close combat, and weakened by the electric shock, her limbs tightly pinned down. How could she possibly break free? She could only watch helplessly as the goblins used their filthy claws to wantonly fondle her breasts and thighs, even tearing her shorts into strips and prying open her untouched private parts for their pleasure.
The young priestess beside her was in a similarly miserable state. First, the hem of her priestess's robe was torn off, then her black underpants were stripped to shreds, revealing her pink mons pubis. The young priestess couldn't even scream, trembling as if paralyzed with fear. Then her robes were grabbed and roughly torn to the sides, exposing her slightly swollen, adorable breasts and flat, smooth abdomen. Several blue claws roughly kneaded them, causing her to groan in pain.
"Behave yourself, and you won't die!" the shaman, who appeared to be the leader, threatened the two. The elf turned her head away resentfully. "Tch, if I'm going to do that kind of thing anyway, I might as well just kill him already!" Her face flushed with shame. Recalling the information she had gathered, she would probably be dragged back to the cave to be used as a breeding tool. Fear and resentment drove the elf to struggle incessantly, her face already streaked with tears.
The shaman sneered and waved his wooden staff. Immediately, two goblins dragged the fighter, covered in semen and blood, her eyes vacant, out of the cave. "Listen to me, and let her go, or we'll all die!" The little priestess, already in dire straits, couldn't help but cry when she saw the fighter who had tried to save her in this miserable state. "Let her go, I'll listen, please—" The elf bit her lip, glaring at the damned man. "Shameless, vile…!" But her body quieted down, ceasing its futile struggles.
"Tie her up, put her in a cage, and transport her to the royal city!" The shaman gestured to the two goblins to release the fighter, then gave orders to the other goblins. Immediately, the elf's arms were twisted behind her back, her forearms forcibly joined together, and bound tightly with rough leather ropes. Two ropes were then used to bind her upper and lower breasts, tightly constricting them, and connecting them to the ropes binding her arms, making her originally meager breasts slightly protrude. The goblins nearby then reached out and wantonly played with her two pink nipples, watching them gradually harden, and the surrounding goblins burst into laughter. The elf could only endure this humiliation with tears in her eyes.
The young priestess received the same treatment, though her well-developed breasts appeared even more swollen under the ropes. Then, their legs were brought together, and their ankles were tightly bound with the same ropes, leaving them no chance of escape. The surrounding wild beasts chattered and groped them, their cries echoing through the forest path.
"Quiet them down!" the shaman barked at his men. Two goblins then pulled wooden gags from their waists, roughly pried open the jaws of the elf and the young priestess, and forced the goblin-scented wooden sticks into their mouths. They then pulled their hair back and tied the straps tightly.
"These bastards, they've already learned to use such tools—" The stench made the elf nearly vomit, and she was astonished by the speed of goblin evolution.
The young priestess simply endured it obediently, tears welling in her eyes, but she quietly let them do as they pleased.
Unexpectedly, the goblin before her produced a round wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm, then pried open her vulva, aimed the stick, and grinned as he thrust it inside—"Ugh, ugh ugh ugh ugh—" The young priestess's eyes widened, letting out a pitiful cry. The thick, rough stick mercilessly forced open her vaginal walls, tearing pain shooting through her tender lower body, almost making her faint. She bit down hard on the cork in her mouth, her whole body convulsing from the intense pain. Her virginity was thus taken, and bright red virgin blood trickled from her private parts, soaking a small patch of grass beneath her.
Immediately, the goblin tied a long rope tightly around the little priestess's waist, then used his other body to first tie it to the rope loop in front of him, then tied a knot at the end of the stick to secure it, and finally tightened a knot around her hips behind her back, making it look like a pair of rope-woven underwear.
"Waaah, waaaah!" The elf watched the little priestess's ordeal in horror, instinctively twisting her body—would she be treated the same way?
Sure enough, the goblin pulled out a thicker-looking log and lewdly approached her. The elf's body was held down tightly by the other two goblins, and she could only watch with desperate eyes as they pulled open her labia and inserted that terrifying-looking thing. Her body stiffened in pain. Although she had lived for over two thousand years, she had never experienced anything related to men and women and was still a virgin. Therefore, her lower body was pierced by the wooden stick like a little priestess, and blood flowed out. Humiliation and pain made the elf struggle desperately, so the somewhat dissatisfied goblin slapped her pert buttocks a few times, leaving a red mark and claw marks. Fearing further cruel torture, the elf could only be obedient, tears welling up in her emerald eyes, and she silently turned her head away. Then, the goblin did the same thing to her, putting "rope pants" on her and lewdly fixing the wooden stick in place.
"Alright, let's go!" Seeing that the two were already tightly bound, the shaman waved his wooden staff. After a moment, with the sound of wooden wheels turning, a square prison cart simply welded from thick iron bars was pushed over. The goblins opened the cage door and threw the immobile priest and elf inside. Then, like spectators of prey, they leered at the two disheveled figures with lustful eyes, their lewd laughter ringing out incessantly. Some of the men already had erect penises, drooling as they stared intently at the two bodies.
Next, the vast goblin procession escorted the prison wagon towards their capital. The cool, damp wind on the mountain road made the naked priestess shiver. A burning pain throbbed in her lower body, and the thick log repeatedly irritated her delicate flesh with the swaying of the wagon. Fear and sorrow for the future made her curl up into a ball, and she lost control of her bladder once again, leaving a small puddle of clear fluid between her thighs. The priestess held back her tears; her once gentle and lovely face was now filled with panic. Her cheeks flushed crimson with shyness, and tears silently welled up in her clear, sapphire-blue eyes. She stared blankly at the goblins around her, innocently and devoutly pleading for the protection of the Earth Mother.
The elf, sitting back-to-back behind her in the cramped iron cage, her eyes filled with resentment and regret, glared at the beasts eyeing her body. Her signature long ears drooped limply, and a few faint bloodstains marked her barren chest. Her once lovely, pale pink nipples were now red and swollen from being pinched, and her erect nipples protruded from her areolas. A tingling sensation emanated from them as the wind blew, which surprisingly made her feel somewhat comfortable.
The elf shook her head, trying to shake off the shameful thought, but unconsciously clenched the log inside her vagina, feeling the pleasure of her private parts being filled. Instinctively, streams of love fluid seeped from her vagina—the fact that she had a physiological reaction under such humiliation made the elf blush with shame and indignation. She futilely twisted her legs, struggling, biting the wooden plug tightly in her mouth, oblivious to the pain in her teeth. Saliva dripped from between her teeth, forming long, silvery threads that glistened in the forest sunlight.
The escort team slowly moved along the mountain path, the surrounding environment becoming increasingly treacherous. Undoubtedly, their destination was some remote place, and no one would come to rescue them—thinking this, the little priestess could no longer suppress her fear. She twisted her body, letting out a desperate wail, "Ugh, ugh ugh ugh—" mixed with sobs.
No, no, someone save me… God, hero, adventurer, anything, save me—she cried out in her heart, but all that answered the little priestess was the goblin's lewd laughter and lustful gazes. The green-skinned dwarves around her were raping her with their eyes, making her even more ashamed. She curled up tightly, trying to cover her breasts, which were quite conspicuously bound by ropes, with her legs together, but it was just a waste of energy.
What will the future hold? Will I… die? The little priestess's eyes were empty, afraid to think about what kind of treatment she would receive.
The proud elf still clung to her dignity, sitting there with her head held high, feigning strength and refusing to cry. Her fear and shame were no less than the junior priest's; her body trembled uncontrollably. Two pale green braids hung down her chest, occasionally brushing against her nipples with the swaying of the prison cart, giving her exposed, sensitive body an unprecedented, shameful pleasure.
After nearly an hour's trek, the group finally arrived at a spacious, man-made cave. The goblins guarding the entrance looked far more robust than ordinary men, fully armed, their spears and daggers gleaming coldly. The leader approached the prison cart, sizing up the trembling elf and junior priest, then roared, signaling his men to let them pass.
So the two were led along the winding cave to the underground goblin kingdom—where the view suddenly opened up. Torches and candlesticks lit at intervals cast a dim yellow light over what should have been pitch black. The simple buildings and streets were arranged in a neat, orderly fashion, almost like a human village, making it hard to believe that these things could have been created by these beasts who acted solely on instinct.
However, the elf and the young priestess had no time to pay attention to this. More and more goblins swarmed around them, staring at their bodies like humans admiring pets. A cacophony of lewd laughter rose and fell, and the two grew increasingly terrified, not knowing where they would be taken.
Under the watchful eyes of these creatures, the goblins pushed the prison cart to a square. Not far away, a lavishly decorated palace stood, undoubtedly the residence of the superiors.
A goblin, the size of an adult male and dressed in a fur robe, stood in the center of the square, looking at the shaman in the procession with an inquiring gaze.
The shaman, who had been quite imposing in front of the other goblins, knelt respectfully on the ground. "Praise be to you, my lord! This is the prey, a rare female, a high elf, and a human priest, offered to you!" he proclaimed in a frenzied tone, his words broken and fragmented.
"Very well, I have received your loyalty," the goblin known as the Monarch spoke fluently. With continuous evolution, individuals of this race gained increasing strength and wisdom. The highest-ranking "Monarch" possessed a mind surpassing that of ordinary humans, no longer bound by instinct, and possessed extremely strong leadership abilities. He walked to the cage, examining the trembling elf and the junior priest. "Indeed, quite high-quality females," he paused for a moment, then announced loudly, "Then let them be enjoyed by the meritorious warriors!
Do not harm them for now. Under this premise, enjoy yourselves as I have taught you!
Simple mating is the behavior of beasts. Having evolved, we should seek more interesting sex, like humans..." A cheer erupted around them, while the elf and the junior priest were completely stunned. Was this eloquent, manipulative fellow truly the supposedly foolish goblin?
The next moment, however, they had no time to think about it. The iron cage door slammed open, and the two were roughly dragged out. Driven by despair and fear, they struggled desperately, letting out mournful cries from their gagged mouths.
The monarch watched them, a chilling smile on his face. "You understand that resistance is futile, don't you?" He turned away. "Choose between living a wretched existence and being devoured alive!" Devoured alive—hearing these words, the elf and the young priestess shuddered. Although the price of submission would be endless humiliation, worse than death, that horrifying way of dying was undoubtedly far more terrifying than simply enduring rape. The two fell silent, exchanging a glance. In each other's eyes, only deathly stillness and despair remained. The fear of death had ultimately triumphed over their shame about the future. They ceased their futile struggle—even living in shame was better than enduring hellish torment before dying, wasn't it?
The elf scoffed inwardly, "Ha... I really am a coward. Even if I'm to become a sex toy, I'm still unwilling to give up my life..." The poor little priestess was simply driven by a fear of death. The warriors' wails in the cave and the mage's ashen eyes flashed before her eyes again. Death was such a terrible thing. So, as long as she could live, anything was fine. The two, succumbing to this threat, were completely unaware that some things would be even more terrifying than death. A life worse than death had begun. The two goblins untied the bindings on their feet and began to strip off the remaining clothes from their bodies: over-the-knee boots, tattered underwear, and robes hanging only in strips... Only when the elf and the little priestess were completely naked did a burst of chattering laughter erupt around them, their lewd eyes wantonly gazing at the two beautiful bodies.
They instinctively squeezed their legs together, the shame of being naked in public making the young priestess's face burn as red as if it could bleed, while the proud elf simply bit the cork in her mouth, standing there with her head held high—after all, there wasn't much to see with her meager breasts, was there? Let these scum see as much as they wanted… This thought flashed through her mind, and she turned her head away in shame and indignation.
With a clanging of metal, another goblin untied two heavy iron collars from its waist, growling hoarsely, signaling its companion to put them on the two women; and so, the cold, damp iron collars were tightly bound around the elf and the young priestess's fair and delicate necks, almost suffocating them.
Ah, this is the symbol of slavery, isn't it? -- As the locks on the collars were locked, a trace of despair flashed through the elf's heart, and she could no longer hold back her tears, two clear lines of tears streaming down her pretty face, which was already covered in dust, mingling with the grime and making her look somewhat dirty.
However, the goblins paid no heed to this. The leader produced two black eye patches made of animal hide, grinning maliciously as he covered the two girls' beautiful, terrified eyes. Instantly, the elf and the young priest's vision went completely black. The visual impairment indirectly sharpened their senses, and their fear of the impending humiliation intensified. The elf, concerned for his dignity, fared relatively well, but the innocent young priest trembled like a leaf in fear.
Then, the goblins tied two rough hemp ropes side by side between two wooden stakes about thirty meters apart, suspending them less than a meter in the air. They then whipped the elf and the young priest's backs and buttocks, driving them step by step to the rope stakes.
Before the two girls could recover from the pain of the whipping, they were roughly lifted up. First, the wooden sticks inserted into their genitals were removed. The sudden stimulation caused both the elf and the young priestess to simultaneously let out whimpers from their gagged mouths. The sensitive elf almost collapsed to her knees. Their genitals, stretched open for so long, were barely able to close, their wet, pink flesh still dripping with love juice, exposed to the goblin without reservation, eliciting another burst of noisy, lewd laughter.
Next, they were forced to straddle two ropes, the rough ropes digging into their tender, sensitive slits. Shame and a strange, tingling sensation made the elf struggle in vain, but with each movement, the ropes only brought more pleasure, leaving her almost powerless. The young priestess, tears welling in her eyes, obediently endured this humiliation, her heart filled with terror, not knowing how she was to be treated.
Suddenly, the whip lashed their buttocks hard. The goblin behind them grinned maliciously, its mouth agape. "Go, hurry up!" Though the pronunciation was unclear, the two understood its meaning. The elf and the little priestess could only endure the pain and take difficult steps—with each step, the rope relentlessly rubbed and stimulated their labia, bringing them extreme humiliation and stimulation. After a while, the elf stopped, her face flushed, arching her body and breathing rapidly through her nose. Her body was much more sensitive than the little priestess's, and under the influence of the rope, she had already had a physiological reaction. Her nipples became engorged and erect, and her genitals became wet. Realizing this, the elf bit the cork in her mouth tightly in shame, tears overflowing from the edge of her blindfold.
The goblin beside her, of course, wouldn't allow her to stop. One hand grabbed her braid and roughly pulled, forcing the elf to raise her head, exposing her breasts completely. The other hand grabbed her pert buttocks and roughly slapped and kneaded them, leaving several bloody marks with its sharp nails. It roared, urging her to continue.
The young priestess, hearing the elf's screams, trembled with fear, letting out a whimpering moan. She struggled to move her legs, the rough ropes relentlessly stimulating the inexperienced girl, bringing her waves of burning pain and a strange pleasure she had never felt before. Her lower body instinctively secreted streams of clear love fluid, quickly soaking the ropes beneath her.
How strange, how shameful, yet somehow it felt good—the little priestess's face flushed red. The innocent girl didn't understand why her body was feeling this way. Despite being incredibly ashamed, out of fear of the goblins, she quickened her pace... The elf, on the other hand, was being driven along half-heartedly. Her sensitive vulva was already swollen and red from the friction of the hemp rope, and her crotch was much wetter than the little priestess's, almost overflowing with lustful fluids. Waves of tingling pleasure kept teasing her senses, quickly bringing the elf to the brink of orgasm; however, the proud elf still stubbornly resisted, unwilling to climax in public.
The goblins watching chattered and lewdly. Familiar with such matters, they knew perfectly well what was happening to the elf who was panting so alluringly. One of them grabbed the taut rope, grinning maliciously as it pulled upwards. The rough rope sank even deeper between the elf's thighs, giving her an even more intense stimulation—"Ugh, ugh ugh ugh ugh—" The elf tightly clamped her slender, white legs together, tilting her head back and letting out a high-pitched, mournful cry, her whole body trembling, futilely trying to hold back the fluid that was about to gush out. The goblins weren't in a hurry; they simply laughed and watched her.
Just moments later, the elf reached her physical limit. Her legs gave way, and she straddled the rope helplessly. Thick, sticky love fluid gushed onto the rope with each contraction of her vagina, then dripped onto the ground, emitting a sweet, pungent, and lewd smell. With her, her shattered dignity and shame crumbled. Her eyes, empty and lifeless beneath her blindfold, overflowed with tears. Having climaxed in front of everyone, she completely gave up the will to struggle, collapsing onto the rope and allowing herself to be manipulated. Her former haughtiness was gone.
"Hahahaha..." The goblins roared with laughter, seemingly quite satisfied with her orgasmic performance. Meanwhile, the little priestess, unable to contain the heat flowing between her legs, arched her back and let out sweet moans, reaching her first orgasm—such an innocent girl, her first experience with such a filthy rope.
But the elf and the little priestess had only covered less than a third of the distance on the rope. Despite having reached their climax, the goblins behind them were not about to let them off the hook. They lashed out with their whips, the whips whistling through the air, mercilessly lashing their bodies and leaving red, swollen welts on their fair skin, urging them to keep going.
The burning pain caused the two to let out miserable cries, forced to move their legs as the rough rope relentlessly ravaged their most cherished parts, bringing them to orgasm again and again with each lash... Although it was only a short distance of less than thirty meters, it took the elf and the little priest nearly a quarter of an hour to reach the end. Then, their backs and buttocks, whipped beyond repair, collapsed there completely exhausted. Their once smooth and delicate flesh was now swollen and congested from the repeated orgasms, their bodies incredibly sensitive. Stinging pains and strange pleasures kept coming from their lower bodies, their round and slender thighs were covered in lewd fluids and were still trembling; their lovely cheeks were flushed with shame and pleasure, their blindfolds were soaked with tears, and they let out seductive breaths from their noses.
The two girls' wretched state only excited the surrounding goblins, who chuckled lewdly as they freed them from the ropes. They then separated the elf and the young priestess, preparing to use their bodies to vent their lust. The limp elf was dragged to a nearby open space, where a goblin ripped off her blindfold and gag, pinching her chin and scrutinizing her. The elf simply raised her head blankly; her once beautiful emerald eyes were now dull and lifeless. Though her body was still alive, her heart was a cold, deathly stillness.
Then, a thick leather rope was tied to her collar, the other end of which was attached to a wooden post. The goblins bound the elf there like a dog and began to rape her eagerly.
The elf was brutally kicked in the back, then fell heavily to the ground. The pain brought her to her senses slightly, and just as she tried to get up, a goblin pressed its filthy foot down on her head, rendering her immobile. She wept silently, resigned to her fate, and quietly awaited the humiliation to come.
The goblin behind her ripped off the filthy cloth covering his crotch, then spread the elf's buttocks apart with both hands and thrust his grotesque, greenish-blue penis into her vagina. The elf, lying on the ground, trembled, clenching her teeth. Under such stimulation, she couldn't help but squeeze her genitals together, whether resisting its penetration or instinctively seeking pleasure, her slender waist twisting unconsciously.
The goblin's penis was tightly enveloped by the elf's warm, firm flesh. The intense pleasure made it roar excitedly, thrusting its hips wildly, wantonly using this rare, advanced forest dweller to vent its desires. The speed of its thrusts increased—goblins are a race that values reproductive efficiency, and the intercourse time of a single individual is not long. Before long, it pushed its penis to the elf's cervix, pouring out a large amount of hot semen without reservation.
"Ugh, ughhhhh—" The burning sensation in her lower abdomen made the elf let out a coquettish cry. Dazed and confused, it took her a while to realize what had happened. She cried, writhing helplessly, despair and fear filling her heart, almost causing her to faint from shame and indignation.
However, in contrast, a large number of individuals will engage in mating to ensure the success rate of reproduction—more and more goblins chatter and lewdly gather around the trembling elf, forming a long line to rape her; obviously, the elf's vagina cannot satisfy so many beasts at the same time, and many goblins simply grasp their own penises and masturbate, then spray all their stinking, hot semen onto the elf's body.
The elf stared wide-eyed in terror at the helpless little priestess—would she be treated the same way soon? And according to the monarch's words, she would surely suffer even more...? Her lips trembled, and she instinctively struggled, but her upside-down body was completely unable to break free. She could only hang there like a fish on a chopping board, waiting for the goblins to deal with her.
The little priestess's cries only excited the goblin more. It licked its lips, loosened the hole opener, and left holes in the little priestess's nipples, just large enough for the silver rings to pass through, still dripping blood. However, the goblin did not rush to put the nipple rings on her. Instead, it first aimed the hole opener at her right nipple, punched holes in it in the same way, and then opened the two rings, passing them through the little priestess's nipples and securing them in place.
"Ugh, oh ugh ahhh--" The little priestess almost fainted from the pain. She couldn't help but lose control of her bladder, and a clear, slightly pungent stream of fluid drenched her. Her two pierced nipples throbbed with burning pain, while the rough wooden rod continued to stimulate her vaginal walls and cervix. She even reached orgasm at the same time as losing control of her bladder. Her eyes rolled back as she stared at the floor, her whole body limp and hanging from the beam like a broken person. The only thing that brought her any comfort was the pair of cold silver rings embedded in her nipples. The nipple rings, which symbolized her status as a slave, now had a slight pain-relieving effect. The little priestess endured this unprecedented humiliation, her body trembling slightly.
The goblin, still glistening with blood, turned to the elf, weighing the remaining silver rings in its hand, grinning maliciously at her. "One, two... seven, these are all yours!" The elf's eyes widened, shaking her head desperately. "No, no, you bastard—let me go, waah...!" She twisted her body wildly, unwilling to accept this.
The goblin's grin widened further. "Or I'll bite off your nipples and ears!" it threatened. A burst of noisy laughter erupted from the surrounding onlookers.
"Waah—!" The elf bit her lip, letting out a desperate wail, glaring at it resentfully. Then she went limp, taking deep breaths. "Damn it... whatever, I can't escape anyway..." "Hahaha...you're very clever," the goblin grabbed one of the elf's nipples, then aimed the needle at it, but instead of pressing it down immediately, it deliberately teased her with the needle tip.
"Hurry up, you bastard!" the elf screamed in despair, her body trembling with fear.
"Well, I'll grant your wish," the goblin gripped the end of the tweezers tightly, and the needle instantly pierced the elf's already swollen and erect nipple.
"Ugh, ugh
...
"What happened to your earlier bravado?" The goblin twisted its arms hard against the elf's chest, and soon a bluish-purple tinge appeared on her fair flesh.
"Gurgle, gurgle... Kill, kill me..." The elf gasped for breath, staring blankly at the goblin.
"No, you can't. You, the lord's slave, cannot die." The goblin raised its arms, one hand teasing the elf's clitoris, still erect from her recent orgasm, the other holding a needle. It slowly moved closer, a lewd smile on its face, coldly threatening, "Bite it off, or drill a hole?" "No, no, no..." The elf watched in despair as the blood-drenched needle slowly approached her clitoris, yet dared not struggle, her consciousness almost collapsing as she repeatedly uttered words of resistance.
The goblin stopped humiliating her and directly pierced the elf's clitoris with the needle—the most sensitive part of her body was being ravaged like this. Extreme pain and overwhelming pleasure instantly flowed through her entire body from her lower body. The elf could no longer control her body. Her upper body, hanging upside down, arched and convulsed as she reached orgasm once again. Her vagina tightly gripped the thick wooden stick, and she let out a miserable scream that was not human, "Ugh, ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh--" The goblin enjoyed the elf's orgasmic performance. He slowly removed the piercing device from her clitoris, examined the small fleshy bud stained with blood, and roughly pinched it with his fingers. He flicked her twice, watching more beads of blood seep out, then revealed a ferocious smile, examining her body. "Four more, where should I place?" His gaze drifted to the elf's signature long ears, flicking them lightly twice. "Here, perhaps?" The elf, nearly fainting from the combined effects of pain and repeated orgasms, gasped for breath, her thin breasts, smeared with her own semen, rising and falling with each breath. Tears streamed from her lifeless eyes. "No, not here, please..." Undoubtedly, these beautiful long ears, a symbol of her status, were the elf's last vestige of dignity. If even these were defiled, she would be forever condemned to slavery. Even if she managed to escape with even a one in ten thousand chance, this mark of shame would forever haunt the elf, making her unable to lift her head. The elf could not accept this, yet, weak and powerless, how could she resist? She could only watch helplessly as the goblin played with her earlobe with his filthy fingers, then placed the needle on it, grinning maliciously as he pressed it down—the blood-stained needle pierced the elf's fair, firm ear with a soft "plop," leaving a transparent hole stained with blood. The excruciating pain, no less than that of a pierced clitoris, and the extreme shame of her dignity being utterly trampled upon, finally made the elf unable to endure any longer. After a short scream, she fainted completely, hanging there limply as if she had died from the pain.
The worried priestess couldn't help but gasp in alarm, unable to bear watching any longer, turning her head away, two clear tears welling in her eyes from pity and anguish.
However, the goblin didn't care about the elf's feelings. It slapped her face several times, rousing her from her dazed state, and continued its cruel act, punching two round holes at the base of her long ears. The elf, who had just woken up, screamed and fainted again from the pain.
"Hahaha, interesting," the goblin put away the hole-opening tool, then passed the seven silver rings in its hand through the elf's nipples, clitoris, and both ears, securing them completely so that she could not remove them herself. It then turned to look at the monarch, "Branding...?" "Hmm, numbers? 03 and 04, I guess." The monarch raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and gave its answer. The little priestess stared at it with wide eyes, terrified. The branding meant... Sure enough, the strong goblin turned and left. A moment later, it returned with two branding irons engraved with numbers, which were glowing red-hot in a nearby brazier. It grinned and walked towards her.
The little priestess trembled with fear, closing her eyes to avoid looking at the horrible thing, gritting her teeth to endure the unimaginable pain.
The next second, a scorching hot iron was pressed firmly against
her slightly upturned buttocks, a burning smell and steam rising, accompanied by a piercing sizzling sound. "Gurgle, gurgle ahh ...
The goblin picked up another branding iron and pressed it onto the elf's buttocks in the same way. The elf, who was already unconscious, only let out a faint groan. Her body twitched instinctively twice before falling silent.
After doing all this, the goblin cut the rope on the beam, causing the little priest and the elf to fall heavily to the ground. It opened its mouth wide, laughing mockingly, "Here's your rest time. Be grateful!" The little priest, ignoring her own pain, struggled to her feet, first calming her breathing, then kneeling and kowtowing deeply, "Please, please allow me to heal her, I beg you! Otherwise, she will die..." "Oh?" The monarch, who had been observing from a distance, examined the little priest's still-bleeding nipples and the still-steaming brand, nodding with interest. "Thinking of your companions before yourself? Humans really are..." "Interesting... Alright, I agree," she gestured to her subordinates to untie the little priestess's limbs. "Perfect, I'm somewhat interested in the miracles humans can use. Show them to me!" The little priestess let out a long breath, trying to ignore the burning pain in her nipples, and softly prayed, "Merciful Mother Earth, if you haven't abandoned us who have fallen so low, please lend me your power—" Then, she silently recited the "Healing" incantation; as she wished, a warm golden light enveloped the unconscious elf on the ground, causing the seven holes in her silver ring to heal at a visible speed, and the burns on her buttocks to quickly scab over.
A satisfied smile appeared on the little priestess's face as she murmured her gratitude. Before she could catch her breath, she collapsed to the ground, panting painfully.
"Aren't you going to heal yourself? I gave you permission, okay?" The monarch was quite satisfied with the miracle's effect, speaking thoughtfully, "It would be even better if you could use this power on my own people..." "I... I can't," the little priest's voice was very weak, "Miracles can only be used three times a day, and that was the last time..." "I see," the monarch turned around, then gestured to his subordinates, "Take them to the cell first, give them a day to rest, otherwise it would be a pity if they died like this." So, the still unconscious elf and the immobile little priest were dragged away by the goblins. They were thrown roughly into a cell with welded iron bars, and the iron door slammed shut behind them. The cold stone floor was quite hard, and the little priestess groaned in pain as she fell. However, this level of pain was nothing compared to the marks on her nipples and buttocks. The little priestess looked worriedly at the elf who was still unconscious. The thought that she had ended up like this because she saved her burned her with guilt and self-reproach. The little priestess leaned against the stone wall, carefully turning to the side to avoid touching the marks on her buttocks. Thinking of the bleak future, she couldn't help but curl up helplessly and sob softly.
After an unknown amount of time, a trembling voice reached the little priest's ear, "Are you... alright?" She looked up and saw that the elf had woken up and was looking at her with wide eyes. The little priest immediately forced a smile, "Yes, I'm fine!" The elf pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, then her pale cheeks suddenly flushed red, and she said shyly, "Th-thank you... I know about the treatment you gave me," she lowered her head, her somewhat ashen eyes fixed on the nipple rings and clitoral ring on her body, then reached out... Trembling hands gently touched the ears that had once been her pride, now a mark of slavery. In the silent cage, where even their breathing could be heard, she could no longer contain her grievances and fear. She hugged the young priestess and wept uncontrollably, "Waaah, I... I'm so scared—damn it, why did it have to turn out like this... What will those bastards do to me next...?" Although the young priestess was also deeply troubled by this fear and physical pain, she smiled gently, reaching out to embrace the elf, letting her bury her head in her soft chest. Fulfilling her duty as a priestess, she softly comforted her, "I don't know... But I will always be with you, doing what I can. And the merciful God will surely protect us, because you see, even though my body has been defiled so filthy, she still heard my prayers and allowed me to use miracles... Don't be afraid, just treat this as a trial..." Although the young priestess was naked at this moment... She lay there, her once fair and smooth body now covered in stains and scars, adorned with a collar and nipple rings symbolizing her slavery, yet she still commanded respect like a gentle and compassionate saint. The elf's emotions gradually calmed, and she nodded silently, realizing her lapse in composure, her face turning crimson. However, she did not release the little priestess, but instead nestled in her arms, drifting off to sleep from exhaustion. "This is warm..." she murmured to herself, soon beginning to snore.
The young priestess felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. She wrapped her arms around the elf's smooth, warm back, and nestled against her. Soon, her consciousness went blank. Despite their unfortunate situation, having just endured such brutal humiliation, the young priestess still wore her usual gentle smile as she rested her head on the elf's forehead and drifted off to sleep… And so, in the days that followed, the once innocent young priestess and the noble elf were completely reduced to sex slaves—no, "sex playthings" would be a more accurate description—being raped and toyed with day and night by those filthy, vile beasts in various ways. Their only food was sticky... The stench of semen, and even more repulsive substances; only a few hours of sleep each day could barely be considered rest, and even then, despite the absolute impossibility of escape, their slender wrists and ankles were forced to wear cold, heavy, rusty shackles… Whenever the two dragged their wounded bodies back to their cell, the young priest would first use her limited miracles to heal the elf, before simply tending to her own wounds; initially, the elf was unwilling to accept this kindness, but she couldn't resist her whims and could only go along with it; the inherently proud elf was unwilling to express her gratitude in words, but only in… Despite the daily humiliation, she diligently protected the young priestess. Coupled with her proud nature, the elf suffered far more abuse and humiliation each day than the young priestess. At this moment, the elf was blindfolded with a tattered cloth, her legs, stained with semen and whip marks, spread apart, forming a right angle with her equally miserable upper body. Her once meager breasts, seemingly enlarged from prolonged manipulation, were bulging from the two tightly bound hemp ropes, her swollen nipples erect, her areolas covered in teeth marks, and the silver nipple rings reflecting the dim light. Her arms were twisted behind her back, her forearms forced together, and she was repeatedly bound with hemp ropes. She was bound so tightly she couldn't move an inch, and then suspended from the ceiling by a long rope; a round wooden stake was brutally inserted into her delicate anus, pressed tightly against the elf's intestinal wall, continuously expanding her chrysanthemum hole; while two goblins were raping her from the front and back, one grabbing the elf's two already filthy braids from behind, pulling them straight like reins, a look of enjoyment on its face, repeatedly violating the elf's vagina with its thick, hot penis—undoubtedly, it was not the first goblin to do this, the elf's crotch was already covered with a white mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, and her buttocks were covered with whip marks and claw marks.
The other hand in front of her simply grabbed the elf's long hair with one hand and pressed her head down with the other, pushing his penis all the way down her throat, ramming it roughly. The stench made the elf want to vomit, but after several days of continuous humiliation, she had become somewhat accustomed to it and could only be forced to serve that filthy penis with her warm mouth and fragrant tongue—she couldn't remember how many penises she had sucked today, sixteen, or twenty-six? Anyway, the semen she had swallowed was already quite filling; the elf's ears drooped limply, the earrings swaying constantly, a constant reminder of her slave status. Deprived of her sight by the tattered cloth, her other senses became even more acute. Her already sensitive body reached another climax under the combined assault of the two goblins. Her vaginal walls involuntarily clenched around the penis she both hated and loved, her body convulsing as she ejaculated a thick, warm stream of semen. A muffled moan, perhaps a mixture of pain and pleasure, escaped her stuffed mouth.
The two goblins quickly ejaculated as well, pouring their filthy fluids into the elf's throat and uterus, causing her to tremble and cough again.
The elf was speechless, their soft tongues swirling together, producing somewhat lewd sounds; only by surviving could she repay the little priest's kindness…? An indescribable gratitude filled the elf's heart, and all she could do was offer the little priestess some small comfort with her own body.

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