Goblins

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She blinked and didn't try to move. The countdown timer was still showing time remaining until play resumed. She glanced around. She was still laying on the floor with goblin cum oozing out of her vulva. The impressive puddle was still on the ground between her legs. The goblins were still laying in gently trembling heaps.

'Really big O, huh guys?' she thought.

The timer vanished and she rolled over and took a look at the cord again. Definitely out of reach. The free ends were tied to a second ring beyond the first one. She heard a groan and looked at the goblins. The big one was stirring, jerkily moving like a baby discovering how to control its limbs. She considered how best to address this and decided to experiment. She scuttled her body around so she was facing the goblins. When the big one sat up she winked at him and beckoned him towards her with a finger. His eyes slowly focused on her and she smiled at him and brought her finger to her mouth, slowly inserting it. She winked again and he grinned. With a grunt he got unsteadily to his feet and weaved over to the tie-off point for the cord. He gave her slack and she scrambled up onto her knees, smiling at him as he tied off the cord again. He stalked unsteadily to her and took her hair in one hand, bending her head back. His other hand drew a vicious-looking knife and he raised it, pommel ready to smash.

"Oh crap!" Safi exclaimed.

{Stop!} Dart yelled.

Ripper looked at him in surprise. {Gotta defang her before I put my dick in her mouth,} he protested.

Dart dragged himself upright. {If you knock her teeth out she can't eat. She'll die.}

{We're going to eat her anyway,} Ripper replied, clearly puzzled.

{Maybe. But not yet. We've got lots of other food. And she's my loot.}

Ripper growled with discontent but didn't challenge the assertion. {Not putting my dick in until I know it's safe.}

They looked at each other for a moment, then at the woman, and then at Slash-Throat.

{If she bites it off he won't even notice,} Ripper offered.

{Probably not,} Dart agreed. {But she's my loot and I'm in charge. Wait a moment.}

Struggling against the boneless lethargy of the denar he dragged himself over to where Safi knelt and carefully, slowly raised himself to his feet. Ripper released his grip on Safi and stood back. Dart met Safi's eyes while one hand flipped his limp dick up in the air once. He pointed to her mouth. He snapped his teeth at her and then pointed at Ripper's knife.

Safi's heart was still pounding like a drum and the adrenaline was making her hands shake, but she understood the threat well enough.

"No teeth," she agreed, nodding her head. The goblin cocked his head to one side and studied her as she slid forward and cradled his hot flesh in her hands. She gave it a kiss and and looked up at him, smiling. He looked... apprehensive, but didn't stop her. She winked at him and put the tip into her mouth.

Dart was puzzled. In heaven, but puzzled. 'Winking? I'll believe the assholes finally got their bots to want to suck dicks. But not that one of those wanted to escape them. And winking? I wonder...' But he only wondered a little because Safi knew how to give a really *good* blowjob. Her lips and tongue were soft and hot and her hands were careful with his balls. The look on her face was beguiling, her hunger evident. Unconsciously he reached down to stroke her cheek with a dull claw, his eyes unable to leave her.

Safi felt like smiling but not like taking the goblin's dick out her mouth. She settled for pulling back and giving the tip a kiss and the goblin a mischievous grin before bobbing forward to take him deep into her mouth and throat. She pulled back enough to be able to breathe and moved her head back and forth on him, her hands holding his heavy balls carefully. He growled as he came and she, prepared for this, swallowed desperately, trying unsuccessfully to not lose any of him. Still, his cum dribbled out the sides of her mouth, running down her cheeks and chin and dripping onto her breasts.

He fell back away from her, limp and powerless but not unconscious. Safi gasped for breath and wiped her mouth with the back of one hand. The goblin was staring at her, what could only be described as a puzzled expression on his face. Well... puzzled and sexually dazed. Safi nearly laughed. But the second goblin was on her, his large cock thrusting against her cheek, her nose, her eye, until she managed to get her mouth in front of it and he began to energetically fuck her.

Dart saw Ripper taking his turn but his mind was racing, multiple streams of thought competing for his attention. The fact that we was conscious after sex was nearly at the forefront, right behind the memory of the woman's mouth upon him. Speculation on the nature of this creature was behind that. He knew what she should be and knew what she couldn't be and didn't know what she actually was and suddenly needed to know very urgently.

Ripper growled as he came and the woman, again, tried to drink him all down and, again, failed. Ripper fell back and Dart watched as she gasped for breath. She caught him staring at her and met his eyes. Slowly she shifted her weight back, her hands finding the floor behind her, and she lay back her legs spread, her arms reaching up to him, her hips barely writhing.

{No fucking way,} Dart breathed.

{Fuckmeat} Slash-Throat whispered from behind Dart. Dart nodded slowly in agreement.

Safi wiggled a little more energetically, and the last goblin came over to kneel between her legs. Her hands stroked his chest and belly and wrapped around his thick flesh.

"Put it in," she whispered. "Come on you horny goblin rapist, put it in."

The goblin regarded her carefully, his eyes reflecting red in the light. He seemed suspicious. But then he moved forward to cover her body with his, his cock sliding easily into her and she wrapped her legs around him and her head arched back and her belly pressed up against him. She heard the hooting laughter of the other two as she fought with the goblin to determine exactly who was fucking whom. She returned his snarls with moans and wordless exhortations riding him until her orgasm flooded over her and she fell back against the floor, limp. The goblin finished a moment later, his semen painting her insides and then her belly as he pulled out and it dropped onto her in thick drops. The goblin collapsed on top of her and she was content to lay there with his weight pressing down against her and a warm sense of satisfaction suffusing her. She did nothing else for a good twenty minutes, simply breathing, and then she logged off.

After she logged off she did the exact same thing she'd been doing in the sim, she lay still and let herself soak in the memories. She wasn't sure how long she lay like that but she didn't move until the alarm went off and she had to go to work. The AI for her character should be able to handle sleeping and, she hoped, any sex the goblins might attempt. It had had long enough to learn from her, she hoped. And the goblins didn't seem inclined to kill her. In any event she had to work.

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The day was long and it was well past her usual bedtime before Thera was finished with her tasks. She debated not playing and knew that she really shouldn't. But the game had just gotten interesting. And she thought she deserved a little reward. And she wanted to see what had happened while she was gone. And she wanted... So she put a fresh towel on the recliner, put on the headset, settled herself in, and closed her eyes.

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Memories of the time the AI had been in control of her character washed over her. Mostly she seemed to have slept. When she woke the goblins had cleaned her up with some stagnant water and rags. Then they seemed to have left her to her own devices. No, she'd been grinding something, charcoal, with a large fragment of pottery and a stone. She'd ground it to a very fine powder. The leader seemed to be keeping an eye on her as she worked. Which was strange, because they all had obvious erections but hadn't made any attempt to use her.

She stopped grinding and looked around the room. The goblins were simply sitting around. One was twisting and weaving a wire, another was cutting strips of fur, the last, the leader, was sharpening a claw on a stone and watching her. He noticed her looking around, stopped sharpening, and growled something. The other two looked up and at her. The leader stood and walked over to stand in front of where she knelt. He pulled his cock out of his loin-cloth and held it in front of her. She smiled at him and leaned forward, opening her mouth and taking his warm flesh into her. His hand reached out to stroke her hair, surprising the hell out of her. She took him deeper, tongue pressing against him and trying to circle his thickness. Her hands reached up, one stroking the base of his shaft while the other lifted his balls, gently juggling them. His growl was approving and she moaned back at him. Her hand stroked him faster and she slipped her hand back behind his balls to his perineum, pressing against it with her finger.

He pulled away from her, wet flesh slipping free as he started to cum. He dropped to a knee in front of her, his hand grabbing his cock and pointing it at the bowl of ground charcoal, spilling as much of his seed into as he could. When he was finished, he pointed to the sticky mess and motioned for her to start grinding again. Safi was disappointed and puzzled, but she did as she was told. Around her the goblins moved, one retrieving a sealed skin and opening it to release a foul smell. She knew she really should log out and let the AI handle this but... something was happening. Something different was happening.

She was convinced the black goop was as mixed as it was going to get but didn't know how to convey this idea. She was trying to figure out a way to say this when the goblins seized her, the two subordinates taking her by the shoulders and pushing her down to the ground on her back. The leader tightened the cord leading to her nipple rings to make it impossible for her to rise and his two subordinates moved to grasp her legs spreading them apart. Safi smiled in anticipation.

"No need for the restraint boys, but I don't mind it at all," she cheerfully informed them.

The leader knelt between her legs and started growling something repetitively. He stuffed rags and furs under her ass, lifting her up almost two feet off the ground. Safi giggled. She couldn't help it. And then she felt a sharp pain beneath her vulva, at the top of the perineum, and she tried to get away from it. The leader had one hand on her belly holding her down and the others pulled hard on her legs, keeping her pinned. The pain went on and Safi lifted her head, trying to see what was going on. The leader was continuing to chant, his hand between her legs, apparently tracing around her vulva.

"Stop!" Safi demanded.

He ignored her, leaning forward and lapping at her sex. His tongue was rough and there was a wash of pleasure mixing with the sting, the pain between her legs. Then he began to apply the black goop and the chanting resumed. Safi struggled once more, experimentally, but the goblins holding her legs were inexorable and pulling against the cord that restrained her nipples was even more painful. The leader began to move again and the sting moved up her belly. Safi lifted her head and she could see he was lightly cutting her flesh with his claw. Again he lapped at the cut, cleaning the blood with his tongue, and then he chanted and pressed the black goop into the cut.

Safi found herself fascinated by the sight. His claw had been honed very sharp and it sliced her skin like butter, with a sting rather than a searing pain. And he was being very careful, paying close attention to detail. She understood what was happening, now. He was marking her. Marking his slave. That was good. That was, exciting. Safi leaned her head back against the floor and swallowed once before lifting her head again to watch. The process was the same, cut, lick, rub, repeat. Occasionally he would pause in his cutting to strop his claw and maintain sharpness. Sometimes he would use the foul substance from the skin. That would leave a red color on her skin rather than the black. She found that she was chanting with him, growling what seemed like a single word.

She knew she should log out and go to sleep. Let the AI deal with it. See the final results in the morning. But she didn't want to. He was making her his and she wanted to experience this, wanted to be helpless as he worked his will on her. So she stayed. And she chanted. And she lost her self in the burn of the cuts and the lap of his tongue as he marked her, from her sex and up her belly and left flank to her shoulder and neck and then her left ear. And then the goblins released her legs and seized her left arm and he went to work on her palm and wrist and up the inside of her arm. She was lost in the chant and the burn and the sexual thrill and barely noticed when they flipped her onto her belly, tightened the cord and spread her legs. The leader resumed working on the perineum, then around her anus, and down the back of her right leg and onto the heel of her foot. She was floating, waves lifting and lowering her, sounds wrapping around her. She was sure she could see the goblins auras, could taste their sweat. And then she was upright, a goblin holding her shoulders and another holding her head and the leader was kneeling in front of her, his eyes glowing bright red, his lips moving and he was opening her mouth and pulling out her tongue and she realized he was going to mark her tongue and she blacked out.

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She awoke in the recliner with the alarm going off and no memory of logging out. She could still feel her restrained body burning and it took an actual physical examination to shake the feeling, to confirm that she hadn't actually been cut. The headset fell to the floor, stripped from her head by shaking fingers. She staggered out of the chair, falling to the floor. Breathing hard she sat there until she felt in control of herself again and rose to shakily walk across the room, grab the alarm, and throw it to the floor. She weaved across the room to her bed and dropped into it.

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"H'llo?" she mumbled into the phone.

"Thera? Are you ok?" Sandra asked. Her concern was evident.

"M'ok," Tera replied. "Just tired."

"Are you sick?"

'Sick?' Thera thought. 'Why would I be... oh shit! Work!' "Yeah, I've got a stomach virus. Up all night vomiting. I think I'm past the worst, though. Trying to get some rest."

There was a pause from the other end. "Ok, I'll let Mark know. And I'll stop by after work to check up on you."

Thera could tell there was going to be a reckoning. Sandra knew. Or suspected.

"Thank you, Sandra. Love you," Thera said.

"Uh, huh," Sandra replied and ended the call.

Thera stretched and sat up on the bed. The events of the night before ran through her mind in jumbled highlights that brought a faint smile to her face. She wanted to go right back in. But instead she showered, ate, dressed, cleaned up around the house, and paid some bills. Then she eagerly set up the lounger and slipped the headset on.

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She ached. And burned. And she had apparently been sucking on goblin dicks because she could taste the cum in her mouth. She relaxed and stopped trying to sort the AI memory dump. It would settle if she just waited. So she did and it did. But what it told her was that she'd been sleeping ever since she passed out. She sat up carefully, mindful of the cord attached to her nipple rings that might yank at any moment, and opened her eyes.

Two of the goblins were sleeping and the third, the leader was watching her intently.

Safi looked at her body and was pleased. The marks were all inflamed, but the red and black drawings that marked her were beautiful. He'd added some on her left thigh, just below the hip and to the outside of the leg. Her fingers gingerly traced the designs. They looked like they might be some sort of script and she wondered what they meant.

{Feeling okay?} he asked.

"I think so. A little sore and I can't seem to get this taste out of...." she stopped and looked at the goblin.

{I'm Dart,} he growled.

Safi nodded her head slowly and tried to puzzle this out. She'd heard the growling and not understood it at all. But she'd sensed the meaning behind the growl. And... something more. He was nervous, excited, apprehensive, proud.

"I'm Safi," she replied. "You can understand me?"

{As much as any man can understand women,} he replied.

'As much as...' "That was a joke? You made a joke. Does that mean...? Are you a visitor?" she asked, using the phrase the system would allow. Discussion of the real world was forbidden in game, you literally could not ask someone if they were a player. So you had to weasel around the system.

{So you are a visitor,} he said. {I thought you might be. I am too.}

"How is that possible? I didn't think... I didn't think goblins could visit places."

He paused and scratched his chin. {I found some gaps in the fabric of reality. I've been a visitor for a long time. Almost since the beginning of time.}

Safi nodded. If he was a long-time player then he probably knew the system inside and out. That made sense.

"And this? Talking?"

{Magic.}

"That's it? Magic?"

He chuckled, a rasping sound that was more ominous than humorous. {You want the details?}

"Please."

{Okay. So magic, science, and religion share the same root; people trying to understand the world and manipulate it to their advantage. Magic postulates that there is a system and/or power that created... creation and continues to run it. Old magic believes that the mechanisms of these powers are discoverable, comprehensible, and usable. So they're like archaeologists looking for the tools that were used to build the world. Or they're like priests trying to communicate with supernatural powers to get access to the tools. The point being that everyone is looking for the tools or the switches to a system that already exists. Then along comes chaos magic. Chaos magic posits that the tools can be created by belief. The symbol holds the meaning you give it. The system works the way you believe it does. Which is, in one sense, heresy because it seems to rebel against everything the ordered magic, the old magic, believes in. In another way, however, it simply completes the circle of magic. Someone created the old system. Men, gods, demons, it doesn't really matter. At one point all magic was new. Then it... gelled and became a long-standing tradition that was taught to others. Then new systems arise and go through the same process.

This, what we did, is chaos magic. It combines elements from existing systems and ideologies to create a new synthesis. So on the palm of your left hand you've got the modern symbol for an antenna which is also a Norse protection rune and, in this case, the three roots of the tree of life.} A dull claw traced the design as he spoke and he glanced up now and again to make sure she was still following him. {It's on the left hand because of left hand magic. That's a school of thought from old magic which holds that the left side of the body takes or accepts. They also believed that left hand magic was rebel magic that broke taboo and dabbled in things like satanism, which was not part of my design, and sex magic, which was. The antenna is receiving the sound waves which form the lower trunk of the Ygdrasil tree. So you're receiving sound. The DNA strands form the upper trunk and branches, internalizing the sounds in your body. The cross strands are human, goblin, and elvish writing. The crown of the tree is under your arm, encompassing and incorporating any body hair you might have, close to the heart and in the center of the female symbol.}