The Goblin Husbandry Project Pt. 05

Lappy did her best not to cry out in confusion as one of the other goblin girls took her by the wrist and yanked her along. This outing had been a mess from the very start, going along with that weird elf lady and having to watch as her own lover was defiled in the bottom of a dirt-floored pit, and now being pulled down a staircase into dimly-lit tunnels carved directly into the stone illuminated with dull crystals set into the walls.

It wasn't as though she didn't know Leigh liked being done roughly by all the males of a tribe, she'd witnessed it herself a few times and was sure that the woman did it more often than she saw fit to tell. Seeing it firsthand, the show being shared with so many horny males while the lust-crazed elf fingered her pussy was another thing entirely. It felt almost the way it did back home at the warren, where the dominant males could and did do whatever they wanted with the women and then the lesser ones made do with the sloppy result. Lappy couldn't really see what these women saw in being forced like that, being swarmed and plundered until every hole was sore and dripping with semen.

It hadn't been so long since Lappy was shown the better way at Leigh's own hands, and lips, tongue... her foot that one time...

Fear scraped at the dark spot in the back of the goblin's mind where she'd shoved those abuses, memories threatening to break free. But she steadied her breathing while the other girl hurried her along. Leigh wouldn't let her be taken like this, wouldn't let her stay taken for long. The woman was a powerful magic-user after all, so amazingly powerful that she could hurry along the timeline of an entire section of forest, so Lappy held close to her heart the knowledge that she wouldn't remain captured for long at all.

That other goblin girl, however... she was different to the ones Lappy knew from her old home in the wild. Instead of dark or minty green, her skin had a mild grey tone, and her ears were simply enormous, even to Lappy whose own were an entire handspan long; the weight of them made them droop at the tips and bounce in time with the girl's steps, and it wasn't likely they could perk up if they tried. But that wasn't nearly all; Lappy thought she had grown fat and happy in Leigh's care, but she felt scrawny next to this girl, whose tits were wonderfully-swaying teardrops larger than Lappy had seen even on the pregnant sows back home, her ass matched in plump roundness, and her pudgy belly looked like it would make for an excellent pillow.

They went deeper until they rejoined the group of goblins who had been entertaining guests upstairs for the duration of the gangbang show, all waiting by an entranceway where one at a time was allowed by a dwarf whose form was hidden under layers of leather and steel to enter.

Lappy and the rest pressed themselves to the wall to allow other girls, dressed to please in skimpy costumes, to pass them by and padded off barefoot down a branch off the main tunnel.

"Where are they going?" Lappy whispered to the girl who still held her wrist.

"Where going?" the goblin repeated as though it was a stupid question, as it would have been if she were who the creature thought she was, "Going room."

"Room?"

"Yeye, room!" The goblin released Lappy finally to put her hands to the wall, thrust out her round ass, and mime out being humped from behind. The act drew an applause of giggles from the rest of them in line, and let Lappy know exactly was going on.

This was a whorehouse, these were whores.

She had to be silent as the line had gotten shorter and the dwarf guarding the door was glaring at her, insofar as she could tell from within the bush of a face he presented. But she'd learned enough, given the little she'd observed as well as what Leigh said about things before they left for the night. There wouldn't be a way out, not for her alone; goblins were stock and cattle around here, and no matter how much freedom they eked out in coming and going through these tunnels, there wouldn't be a way out to street level.

Not even digging, ruining the manicure Leigh had kindly given her, would get her through the stone walls. This wasn't like back home, where getting to the surface was only a matter of clawing past dirt and clay.

So she waited until she was the last one in line and she was ushered into the room beyond.

There by a rack of tools, a dwarf with a white beard which almost trailed on the ground waved her up for inspection. He leered, tugged at Lappy's dress and made her spin in place so he could see her from every angle, then took a pair of scissors from his workbench and in a few fell swoops had cut her out of the clothes Leigh herself bought for her. The scraps fell to the stone floor and Lappy had to restrain herself from trying to bite the man's face off, twitching with impotent rage and gnashing her teeth behind pursed lips.

The dwarf waved for another one from an adjoining room to come in. "I didn't think we had any more of these scrawny ones," he said to the new arrival, a dwarf in round glasses, "and since when do we send 'em up fer samplin' wearin' people clothes?"

The other one shrugged. "Must'a been a special order, you know how some folks get. Customer might'a brought the clothes themselves. But ye, jus' a runt got into the lineup, no big deal."

"Sure, sure, but see there's one more comin' back than I thought we sent out."

"So what? Means the last shift miscounted the damn things again, not like any ever get out. Think you're bein' paid to ask questions all night? Jus' get'er locked up fer the night or I'm goin' to the pub without you." the one with glasses said his piece and returned from whence he came.

The old, bearded one regarded Lappy and shrugged, took some kind of metal underwear from the wall and had her step into it. She complied even as he drew the weird thing up and tightened it with a wrench until it threatened to pinch her waist, then slipped a lock on where it hung beside her bare thigh. Around her genitals, there was some sort of grating, and she could feel from the breeze that a loop of metal was positioned directly beneath and against her butthole. Did they intend to have her wear this at all times while she was captive down here!?

The dwarf looked at her with a raised brow as she stood there, then physically turned her around toward another tunnel and gave her a firm smack on the ass to set her going.

It felt so cold, walking around essentially nude in public for the first time in years. In Leigh's tower, it had been kept nice and warm; she'd been dressed up nicely when they went out for a walk and the air was comfy inside to facilitate impromptu lovemaking, but these tunnels lacked any such sort of creature comfort. The air running through felt stale, like any of the heat inside had been first breathed out by someone else, and the device clamped around Lappy's waist cooled her even faster.

Away from interested parties, she tried to slip a fingertip between the steel and her own skin, but whoever constructed the device had made it so that once tightened properly it felt as though it might as well have been glued down. At least it didn't chafe, which was a thing to be properly worried about when the band rested right above the pelvis. Lappy knew from an experience with something of the sort made of leather which Leigh owned...

The purpose of the device was perfectly clear when a pinkie finger couldn't wiggle into any of the holes between Lappy's mound and the world. Getting a dick past was out of the question. Even the ring set against her anus wouldn't permit anything thicker than two fingers. The message was clear, 'you have sex on our terms or not at all' and neither did the owners trust their stock not to get themselves accidentally pregnant. Goblins, Leigh said, unfortunately didn't see it in those terms; babies happen to women, and sex was just something men did to women. Who could tell the connection? Of the males in evidence from the gangbang, it was clear that they would try something given the slightest chance, or maybe the owners didn't even trust their own staff against sampling the whores.

Lappy eventually emerged from the maze of tunnels into a relatively large, two-tiered room filled to the brink with the stink of living. Other goblins were here and there, all of them women, entertaining themselves, grooming one another, and a significant portion of them sat against a wall and picked at their own chastity belts, whimpering since there was no chance of prying it off without the lock being properly undone.

Smaller rooms lined the walls, separated from the center by lines of metal bars set into the stone, but none of them were actively locked and the pack of little, green whores mostly did what they wanted within their space, in their own time.

As she had no desire to stand out, Lappy went to kneel by one wall, hoping she could sit still and wait for Leigh to bust her out of this prison without any further degradation.

This was an odd place, reminded Lappy of her time in her home warren, where the useless ones of the tribe would have to find some way to while away the time until the hunters came back. Here, they washed with clean water, provided from pipes set in the back of each cell, played some game with rules slightly more complicated than "catch me", and some of them even bothered wearing more clothes than only the chastity belt provided to Lappy, from wherever they got them, but the feeling of inescapable boredom was the same here as it had been there. Only... the girls seemed happy enough with what they had.

One approached Lappy, a girl with long, black hair that trailed down to her ankles and a similarly curvaceous body to most of the others, and she held out a comb. "You help," she said.

"You want me to comb your hair?" Lappy said.

"Ye." Still better conversation than was available back in the warren. The goblin girl knelt before Lappy and threw the mass of frizzy, black hair over her shoulders.

With nothing better to do than wait, Lappy accepted the task and began working the tangles out of the mess.

"Do you have a name?" Lappy asked.

The goblin reached down to a tag hanging from a string off the side of her belt and held it up for inspection. "This it. Says."

In big, blocky lettering, it said, "Mary".

"Do you like working here, Mary?" Lappy said. She was trying to gauge just how complicated speech with these creatures could be, remembered her own hard time learning the common language under Leigh's patient instruction. They were starting from a better place than she had.

"What mean?" the goblin said. "Be here, born here, live here. Go out, get pats, tasty food. Mans like Mary, like Mary boob. You new, not see early."

"I mean, yes, I came from outside, one of you pulled me down after the show."

"Us outside?" Mary shook with contained laughter. "Better inside. You skinny, eat more, come right place." She reached behind her and ran her hand along the length of Lappy's thigh until her fingers bumped the metal inbetween her legs.

Lappy calmly pulled off the groping hand and continued combing. "This is really enough for you? All you want from life is food and petting?" she said as though a life like that with Leigh wouldn't content her beyond words.

"Anything else?" Mary said. "I hear, I do. New girls, outside bad, gets hurt, gets used, no pets, no food. Here, gets hurt, mister hurts, no more mister. Better."

"What if you don't want to be with someone?"

Mary sputtered, laughing, "You go! Get pets, get food, or no pets, no food. Gets hole, then go." She pointed off to a corner where the ground gave way to a sheer drop into the shadows, where there could barely be seen in the dimness scratches along the hole's perimeter, telling the story of punishment to everyone there. 'Do what we say or you get the hole' it said.

It created a sinking feeling in Lappy's breast; she dropped the comb, approached the rim of the hole to peer down. She didn't want to see what horrors had been thrown down, compressed by generational punishment, but it called to her as if someone had to bear witness and nobody else present was up to the task. But she didn't get very far, Mary rushing up from behind and throwing her arms around Lappy's belly, latching herself in place as an anchor.

"No go!" Mary cried.

The rest of the room had come to a screeching halt as girls realized what was going on and dropped what they were doing to watch in horror.

But Lappy realized something important, Mary wasn't quite as tall as she was. Whatever they were feeding the girls, it had plumped her up nicely but done nothing to give her strength. It made sense in a horrible way, didn't want slaves to get too strong on their diet after all. For the first time in her life, Lappy was the strongest one in the room, and she wasn't about to let herself be pushed around anymore today. She dragged Mary behind her until they were only the span of a body away from the hole in question and Mary decoupled herself, desperate to come no closer.

That suited Lappy just fine, strolling up to the edge and dropping prone so she could be sure she wouldn't simply fall in. She inched closer, across the rough scratches in the soft stone floor, until her chin crested the edge and she could cast her gaze into the darkness below.

A girl was being punished down there, left too deeply with only sheer rock walls that offered no purchase to scrabble back out. She shivered, eyes gleaming with tears as she regarded Lappy, not the face that she would have been recoiling from but confusing enough on its own. The poor thing sat in one corner of the tiny space, making herself as small as she could like she wanted nothing more than to blend into the sharper shadows and remain there, forgotten, until hunger and thirst took her away from it.

The smell of it... Living in the mage's tower, Lappy had become accustomed to pleasant smells, didn't know how she managed before in the filthy pit she'd been born in, but this pit in particular rankled her nose. A pile of... waste... lay in the other corner, its lumpy mounds just barely visible with the portion of light which actually made it down there.

Sharp teeth grit against one another as Lappy worked out her thoughts. She'd seen cruelty, dealt it out, but these dwarfs were supposed to be better than this; Leigh said they would be!

Lappy balanced herself on her ribs and thrust an arm as far as it would go into the pit, called to the shivering girl, "Grab my hand and I'll pull you out!"

But the girl just curled more tightly into herself, muttering some pathetic mantra under her breath. On the other side, Lappy had reached the end of the community's patience and felt several hands latch around her ankles to pull her back away from the hole. They were too strong for her to hang on and no amount of kicking would get them to let go, so they dragged her back away and several piled atop her until she finally stopped struggling.

Mary's hand plunged into the pile of bodies and caught Lappy's jaw, hauling her to bear from within. "No thinking!" she yelled, then took a deep breath and continued, "Palla bite guest, Palla go hole. Take out, you go! Take out soon, Palla learn."

"Okay..." Lappy said with a glare. "I understand, they'll take her out soon anyway. Please get off me."

Mary smiled a smug, toothy grin and waved the others away. They filtered back to what they were doing before but all eyes kept Lappy in their corners. She'd made a mistake, gone against them without understanding the culture, who was in charge.

"You're the queen, aren't you?" Lappy asked the long-haired goblin. "That's why you wanted the new arrival to groom you, so you could show dominance..." However boring they were, Leigh's books were finally becoming useful.

"They not like new," Mary said, grabbing Lappy's wrist and shoving the comb back into her hand. "Smell weird. New needs show respect, not this. Comb." she ordered.

There was nothing for it but to wait and play along until Leigh came back for the rescue, so Lappy finished grooming the queen, then the next girl who demanded it, then the next... She was still getting out clumps when the far door swung open and two sturdy dwarfs strolled inside.

One held a bucket, the sloshing contents spreading a sour smell halfway across the room that only became more obnoxious when he drained the whole thing into a trough, then followed his fellow to the edge of the punishment hole. Most of the girls, Mary first, scrambled for the sour-smelling slop and went to town, scooping greedy handfuls up and slurping it down, but Lappy waited and watched the two men.

A rope came from one belt and was lowered into the hole, then the men barked an order to Palla, the goblin, who they hauled up and dumped at the edge.

As soon as they'd come, they left, closing a thick, steel door behind them.

Palla was dirty, clutched herself down as if fearing further reprisal and only slowly unraveling herself when the light of the room pierced her cupped hands. She shivered at the edge of the pit where she'd been deposited and watched as the others ate, holding her stomach as she'd been down in the pit of punishment for who knew how long, but she knew that she wouldn't get anything other than a beating if she tried to jump the line and eat before everyone else had their fill, if there was any left.

Luckily, Lappy herself didn't feel hungry at all; she'd eaten a full meal with Leigh before the show. She'd eaten far more foul-smelling things before, in her past life as a monster, but her palate had developed considerably in the past couple years' experience of human cuisine. This slop that the girls were being served smelled of vomit and rot along with the astringent scent of alcohol yet they ate it up, leaving behind only a residue at the bottom of the basin for the lesser members to scrape up with their claws.

This was what Palla did, coming up to the trough as the wave of bodies receded and reaching in to get at what little food remained for herself. She did find some, even putting her whole head inside to lick and drag her teeth along the stone to get at the last of the precious nutrients. So, while the rest of them occupied themselves with licking themselves and each other clean, something which strangely held no interest for Lappy despite her well-known propensity and their plump, lovely forms, Palla had a bubble maintained around her where none of the others dared tread lest Mary toss a harsh look their way. The girl didn't bother cleaning herself, simply crawled into a corner with dirtied paws and a smudged face, curled up to rest with one eye open.

And Lappy thought this was horrible... She went to the girl's side and clamped down a hand on her shoulder when the girl startled.

"Don't hurt!" the girl screeched.

This... this wretch was worse than the lowest of the low in the warrens. What they'd done to her, stolen what little dignity she had... Lappy felt sick to her stomach, and not only because of the stench of rotting food and alcohol.

She slowly came before Palla, knelt, and laid out on the ground. As the girl watched, Lappy showed her belly, a symbol that Palla, the least of this group, was above her socially. This was a pose of surrender, something Lappy knew in her head now and in her heart back when she'd only been another animal.

Palla, conscious of the eyes around them, straddled Lappy's bared stomach and lowered her head beneath Lappy's chin, baring her teeth and lightly nibbling her neck. It seemed to mollify her; though she went back to her corner she didn't seem to mind Lappy's presence aside from a furtive glance once in a while.

"How long were you in the hole?" Lappy asked, inching closer to the girl.

"Long."

Down here, where the light was provided entirely by glowing crystals, would she even know that a day had passed? How long would a person last down in that stinking hole, trying their best to sleep away the meaningless time, before they broke? Leigh said that boredom was one curse given unto goblin-kind, and Lappy knew well that she'd agonized over far less time doing nothing in a comfortable room.