Chapter Text
Stella sighed as she wiped her sword yet again clean of goblin blood. The cave system she was fighting her way through was already littered with countless goblin corpses, and for the muscular level 56 warrior, none of them had even been the slightest bit of challenge. Goblins were low-level creatures, almost never even reaching level 10, and exterminating them was supposed to be work for junior adventurers – but Stella had owed a favor to the chief of a nearby village, and to repay it had been tasked with cleansing this goblin burrow, a task normally far beneath her.
At least the work went quick, even if she’d need a long bath afterwards to get the stench of goblin blood and piss out of her system. In fact, she was already almost done, her enhanced senses only noticing a single goblin left in the entire burrow. Stella honed in on the lone goblin without making any attempt to hide her presence – why would she, with a foe this inferior?
It took the goblin until she stood in the same cave as him to notice her. It was a short, ugly one – only level 5, unimpressive even for a goblin. Stella could have killed it right there in a hundred of ways, but decided against it. As monotonous as this mission had been, now that she was almost done she wanted to play a bit with her prey a bit, the palpable fear in the goblin’s eyes enticing her.
Slowly, she advanced, carrying her massive sword as if it weighed nothing. For a moment the goblin stayed frozen, then the creature gathered whatever little courage it had and ran. Stella pursued him at a leisurely pace, herding him deeper and deeper into the cave system. Her skills told her that he would find no escape there, and the longer the hunt went on the hotter her blood would grow.
Finally she had him cornered in a dead end of the tunnels. “It’s been fun playing with you, but now it’s time to die, ugly”, she mockingly said, knowing that the goblin would not understand her human tongue. The creature locked almost pitiable, shivering in the corner.
Stella took a lazy swing, still not quite willing to end her little game, and the goblin flung himself hastily into one of the tunnel’s walls to escape. Only, instead of hitting the wall with a heavy thud, it flew through, the wall dissipating into nothingness behind him.
An illusory wall – and behind it lay a small room clad in white marble, a stone pedestal standing in its midst. This was no doubt the work of an ancient wizard – the goblins must have infested an already existing structure, where once on the ancients had hidden whatever this was. Suddenly Stella got very interested – if there was an ancient treasure here, this mission would become anything but a waste.
Swiftly, she climbed through the spot where the illusory wall had been into the room, eyes greedily searching for any sign of treasure. But in her haste Stella had almost forgotten the goblin she had been hunting – normally not a problem at all, as their level difference meant even a surprise attack would not be able to harm her in any noticeable way.
But goblins were scavengers, and when it had flung itself against a wall and suddenly found itself in a room illuminated by magical light, it had grabbed the item lying on the pedestal in the room’s center first thing. The goblin didn’t know that he was holding an ancient treasure, barely understood the concept of others having existed before him at all. But it knew that it was a weapon, and its only hope against the unbeatable warrior after its life.
Hidden behind a wall, the goblin fired a desperate shot of magical energy from the staff in his hands. With Stella’s reflexes, she would have been able to evade the attack easily, if she had put up any of her usual defenses at all. But the goblins had seemed to small a fry to even bother with any of these, and so the blast hit her right in the center of her body, knocking her onto the ground.
Stella’s vision blurred and she had a headache, but getting up again after a hit was something she had done a thousand times before in her adventurer’s career. The goblin was still standing there, the staff crumbling to dust in his hands, apparently a single-use item. He had just robbed Stella of a genuine ancient treasure, and even worse, managed to land a hit on her. Furious, she picked up her blade.
But the strike that would end the goblin’s life never came. Stella found that, try as she might, her body would not let her lift a finger against the goblin. It didn’t take much too understand that some kind of magical compulsion had been place upon her by the ancient staff.
The goblin was far from smart, but when he had fired the staff a baseline understanding of its function had been placed in his mind. On an instinctual level it now understood that the scary warrior in front of him would no longer hurt him – and even more, that she was his now.
While Stella was still futilely trying to strike him down, he uttered a command in the guttural goblin tongue. Without understanding what he had just said Stella suddenly felt her body move, flinging her sword back into the tunnel from where they had came from, where it landed with a clattering noise.
The gravity of the magical compulsion placed on her suddenly became very clear to her. If it not only stopped her from harming the goblin, but also gave him power over her, then the best thing to do was to get away quick, and have a mage dispel the magic later. She turned to run.
But before she could take three steps away she found herself stopping again, a single word from the goblin having stopped her in her tracks. This was bad, for the first time since she had came here Stella was in actual danger.
The goblin meanwhile was drunk on his new power. The warrior woman had effortlessly murdered his entire clan, and now he controlled her! Cackling, he gave another command. Stella suddenly found herself taking her heavy armor off, first the helmet, then the heavy breastplate, and so on.
Stella’s blonde hair gleamed in the room’s magical light, a small scar on her nose the only blemish on an otherwise beautiful face. The goblin couldn’t believe his luck – not only did he control a powerful warrior, she was also the type of woman a goblin only could dream of, full-figured and just looking to be raped.
The scent of her sweat, freed from under her armor, reached his nose and he licked his lips. Below that smell was another, more womanly one, that appetized him even more – fertile cunt.
Stella gazed at him with the look of a cornered predator, looking almost as if she wanted to strike him down with sheer malice alone. But she could not stop herself from continuing to strip down in front of the exhilarated goblin.
Soon, she found the last bits of her clothing hitting the ground, without her undershirt now revealing her heavy breasts to the goblin’s eyes, and the bushy cunt between her muscular thighs equally on display. She found that she could not even hide herself with her own body, her arms refusing to move when she tried to lift them in front of her nakedness.
The goblin laughed a cruel laugh. “You think this is funny?”, Stella sneered, “Any second now, this little enchantment might wear off, and I might bash your ugly face in. Let’s see if you’re still laughing then.” But she wondered how long that truly would take. Weak spells like this one might last less than a minute, powerful ones days or longer. With one stemming from an ancient treasure, nobody could say.
The goblin didn’t care about any of that. He had his prize in front of him, and he wanted to enjoy her now. Another barked command later, Stella suddenly dropped to her knees, then began crawling towards the goblin.
She already knew what would happen next, but was powerless to stop it. On her knees in front of the goblin, still almost as tall as him like this, she felt her hands open his loincloth and fish his disgusting cock out.
Compared to their body size, goblins had huge cocks, and his was no exception. Thick and warty, the green rod lay in her hands, a foul stench emanating from it. “Don’t imagine for a moment I will – slup!” Stella’s impassioned shout was interrupted as her mouth forcefully closed itself upon the goblin cock.
The initial taste was revolting – had the foul creature ever washed itself before? But Stella was not allowed a moment to think. With one of her hands closed around the beast’s base, her soft lips began to slick up and down the thick rod, bumps and warts rubbing against them.
I’m a fucking level 56 adventurer, I am not going to give a blowjob to a fucking goblin, she fumed silently. But her body did not seem to hold that opinion. As if to mock her, now her tongue began to tenderly lick all over the creature’s tip.
The goblin was in ecstasy. Not only was the beautiful warrior servicing him in a way that he had only heard about before, the hate and disgust written in her eyes were even greater aphrodisiacs to someone of his species, intent on raping and defiling any suitable female in the vicinity.
As the goblin’s pleasure heightened, slowly his foreskin began to peel back, long stuck almost fully closed from an accumulation of sticky goblin seed residue and piss. These were now being cleaned out unwillingly by Stella, and the strong warrior would have almost vomited from the bitter taste if the compulsion had not stopped her from anything that would have reduced the goblin’s pleasure.
Again and again clumps of this awful matter would break off from the goblin’s cock, and the helpless Stella would be forced to swallow them, only hardly managing to gulp them down but at least having the small relief of getting another bit of that awful taste out of her mouth.
At first, this had happened just from the general sucking and licking over the course of the blowjob. Now Stella found her tongue deliberately exploring every nook and cranny of the goblin’s tip, cleaning every bit of foul matter from it. When she was finally done with that, tears in her eyes and her mouth almost numb from the taste, her tongue even licked out the goblin’s pisshole.
That was finally enough stimulation that even the goblin, who had tried to prolong his pleasure as long as possible, was forced to cum. Thick goblin seed streamed down Stella’s throat, warm and only marginally less disgusting than the old seed she had already lapped up.
When the torrent of cum was finally over the goblin retrieved his filthy cock from her mouth, strands of spit still connecting them until Stella reared back again, then swallowed all of the remaining sticky seed inside of her mouth with an audible gulp.
The warrior looked much less dignified than before, her face hot and flushed, eyes teary, last bits of drool and goblin cum dribbling out the sides of her mouth and even one of the thick pubic hairs of the goblin stuck on her face.
The goblin looked down on his defeated enemy, now truly knowing that he was the one fully in control now. He found himself getting tired – the earlier chase and now Stella’s excellent cocksucking skills had drained his stamina.
Already half-asleep, he gave another command to Stella, then dropped down onto the ground next to her, lying to nuzzled to her naked body. Quickly he began to snore, his head resting on the muscular warrior’s heavy chest.
It would have been the perfect moment for Stella to quickly depose of him, but again she was unable to move against her new master. She even found herself unable to move into a more comfortable position, forced to act as the goblin’s unwilling pillow.
She lay there, silently fuming, for another half-hour before she drifted off to sleep as well, tired from the day’s trials. Her dreams were filled with mocking figures forcing her to do all kinds of perverse things, her body succumbing to them against her will again and again.
Stella woke up to wet slapping sounds and rhythmic movement. To her horror she found that the one producing these sounds was herself – she was squatting in front of the goblin, and pumping his cock up and down her meaty tits, her hands holding them from the sides to push them together for his member.
Apparently the goblin’s command over her extended so far that even her sleeping body could be made to act out its will, her only waking up mid-way through the titjob. Her magnificent tits were now being defiled by this foul creature for his perverse pleasure – Stella could hardly conceive of any greater humiliation.
But despite her displeasure, her massive mounds kept flowing around the goblin’s cock, the milky skin already slick with his pre-cum, and some of his spit he had deposited there as lube. Whenever his tip managed to rise up from between her tits – not often, as their massive size easily contained even a cock as large as his between them – she even found herself bending down and giving his tip a little kiss.
For better or worse, Stella had already missed most of the titjob she had been giving while she was sleeping, and so soon the goblin erupted again, shooting his sticky seed now between her large breasts, most of it thankfully staying contained between her udders.
Spent, the goblin pulled out of Stella’s tit pussy, and she was once again able to move more freely. Even as she let go of her breasts, they still stayed together from the sticky goblin cum pumped between them. Stella actually had to pull them apart, a wet squelch sounding through the tunnel as she separated them.
She looked down on herself. The area between her tits was splattered with thick goblin cum, only bits of it slowly dripping downward. She reeked, almost as bad as him, and in her mouth she still had the bitter taste of his cock, whether it was from the earlier blowjob or the kisses she had been forced to give him.
The goblin didn’t care much for his slave’s wellbeing. As far as he was concerned, it was a new day, the first day of his new life with this woman under his command. And he had big plans. Beckoning Stella to follow him, he moved through the tunnels. The defeated warrior was forced to follow in the nude, goblin cum sticking to her body, leaving her clothes, weapons and other belongings behind.
The goblin decided that he’d start his new life in the goblin burrow’s biggest cave, were previously only the chieftain had been allowed to live. There were several goblin corpses lying in and outside of that cave, and quite a few more they passed on the way, but goblins weren’t sentimental creatures, only living together to be able to hunt stronger prey than if they were alone.
And he had Stella now – the huge warrior found herself carrying goblin corpse after goblin corpse out of the caves, piling them up next to the entrance. The first time she stepped outside of the goblin burrow to deposit a corpse, she felt the urge to run, run far away from this horror. But the enchantment on her wouldn’t let her, wouldn’t even let her pause and look at the blue sky she had last seen yesterday, before everything had gone to hell.
The goblins had some rations, and with only two of them they would last a long time, even though Stella ate as much as three goblins combined. The food was far beyond the standards Stella was used to – even the worst traveling proviant tasted better than goblin food. But she was forced to scarf it down, and drink from a spring deep inside the caves that thankfully was filled with relatively clean water.
After they had eaten, the goblin gorging himself on food the former chieftain would have never shared with one of as little importance as him, the goblin’s eyes once again fell upon Stella, and she knew that another rape would soon follow.
This time, she was forced to get down on all fours, the goblin standing behind her, running his cock over the thick cheeks of her large ass. Stella screamed and shouted insult after insult at the goblin, again not noticing this was just turning him on even more.
But nothing she did could stop the foul creature from finally inserting his overly large cock into her plump pussy, which had already become wet enough to easily receive him. Stella gasped as he first plunged into her, his goblin cock bigger than any human one she had ever allowed inside her.
The goblin began to pump inside of her without abandon, her heavy tits swaying below her from the impacts of his body against her backside. Pure rage had taken hold of Stella as the goblin raped her, and she only could think of the ways she would torture him when she was freed again as his member shot deeper and deeper into her tunnel.
He made it a habit of slapping her fat ass with every thrust, enjoying the jiggles and red marks he produced upon the helpless Stella, and feeling her pussy clench down every time another stinging palm hit her backside.
As his thrusts increased in speed, Stella’s rage flipped to panic. “No, no, don’t you dare!”, she shouted fruitlessly, knowing that the way goblin’s reproduced there was a chance, small as it was, she’d get pregnant from this disgusting creature’s seed.
But her protests did not hinder the goblin, who promptly erupted inside of the finest pussy he had ever tasted. Again hot goblin seed gushed out of his cock, flowing deep into Stella’s womb. Of the three times he had gotten off with her, this time was the most violent and longest lasting orgasm, perhaps from some primal urge to breed.
When he finally pulled out, sticky seed kept running out of Stella’s abused pussy for quite a while afterwards. The despairing warrior had dropped to the ground, knowing that she’d be unable to resist whatever the goblin wanted from her next.
Without her knowledge, or that of the goblin, her body was already undergoing some changes. The blast from the ancient staff had not only made her body the goblin’s slave, but was also slowly altering it to better serve his needs. For now, she would not get pregnant from his seed. But there would be more creampies, many more, and already her womb was becoming more and more fertile.
Openly crying for the first time, Stella lay on the cave’s floor, her master eating some kind of meat next to her. Her only hope now was that soon all of this would be over – that the enhancement on her would wear off, or that someone from the village would find and rescue her.
But that would not happen – when the villagers saw the giant pile of goblin corpses outside the cave, they decided that the powerful warrior had cleansed the goblins, and then swiftly left for another quest. None of them dared to enter the caves were Stella and her goblin master now lived, and so none of them learnt of Stella’s fate.
A small statue of her was erected in the village, everyone being thankful that the goblin attacks had finally stopped. When the food reserves in the caves finally ran out many months later, and the goblin ordered Stella to hunt for them, the villagers already had stopped going near the goblin caves, believing there to be nothing of value there.