Goblin-Captured Female Knight

In the depths of the mountains lies a small village, where the facilities appear even more rudimentary than those of the most backward villages in the nearby kingdom: mostly huts covered with thatch and leaves, with only a few wooden houses scattered in the corners of the village. What’s even more peculiar is that these structures seem to be slightly smaller than normal. This is a goblin village! If adventurers were to see such a sight, they would surely be astonished that such a simple lifeform, living in dark caves, lacking in production skills, low in intelligence, and even needing to capture human women to help them reproduce, could form their own village. This seemingly quiet and rudimentary village is actually not peaceful at all. From time to time, moans of women can be heard from the thatched huts, hoarse cries mixed with pain and despair, and some sharp, lascivious laughter, inevitable sounds when the residents of the village are “working.” In the village, there is a relatively grand wooden house located closest to the forest compared to the other buildings in the village. Unlike the residences of other goblins, there is a three-wheeled cart outside the wooden house, scattered with a set of exquisite armor and some tattered clothes. The tightly closed door of the wooden house not only has a lock, but inside, there are also some simple living supplies (which is very rare in the usual goblin residences). Apart from this, there is a beautiful pink-haired woman chained to a wooden stake, and a goblin striving behind her. The beauty is kneeling in front of a wooden stake half her height, hands in shackles, chained to the top of the stake, wearing a leather collar around her neck with an iron ring, and the shackles on her hands and feet along with the collar around her neck are her entire attire now, nothing more. She has a sexy and muscular figure, with almost no excess fat on her body. On her perky buttocks are slender waist, above which are her plump breasts swaying up and down with the vigorous movements of the goblin behind her, and standing on them are two delicate and pink protrusions. The woman’s face is scattered with messy pink hair, but this does not obscure her exquisite beauty. At the moment, she has her eyes closed, biting her lips tightly, forcing herself not to let out enticing moans while being violated, perhaps this is her last dignity as a female knight. What the female knight does not know is that the occasional suppressed groan from her tightly clenched lips, and the humiliated yet somewhat resilient expression on her face, are far more exciting to the goblin behind her than the other women in the village who moan and scream until they lose consciousness when being ravished. At this moment, the goblin is vigorously thrusting his member into his hard-won prize. One hand is supporting the woman’s plump and elastic buttocks, and the other hand is climbing up the woman’s towering peaks, kneading them into various shapes. His thrusts gradually accelerate, the sound of their bodies colliding at the point of connection stimulating the female knight’s fragile nerves. As the scorching liquid ejaculated from behind enters her body after a series of convulsions, her tender little hole finally surrenders in welcome, despite her owner’s firm will, spraying out climax to show her acceptance. A low and mournful moan bursts from the female knight’s tightly clenched lips, greatly satisfying the goblin behind her. He withdraws his still erect member, wipes it on the female knight’s raised buttocks, and tucks it back under the leather groin cloth tied around his waist. “After banging you all day, this is your seventh time, right? Does it feel good? Looks like this slave’s body is more honest than her mouth,” he leers, playing with the female knight’s body, bringing her back from her forced kneeling position in front of the wooden stake to leaning against it with her hands raised above her head, a slightly more relaxed posture. The female knight stares angrily at her master who is manipulating her body, emitting a cold snort from the corner of her mouth to show that she has not surrendered. “That’s true. It’s a pity that someone as powerful as you is now obediently my s*x slave as this weak goblin? I advise you to accept this identity quickly, haha…” The goblin insults his prize with words, laughing lasciviously as he walks out of the small wooden house. After the goblin leaves, the female knight struggles to pull the iron chain that binds her, but soon gives up. Reluctantly, she admits that she cannot change the humiliating fact that she has become the captive of this evil creature, dozens of times weaker than herself. She leans weakly against the wooden stake, closes her eyes in pain, and a tear of regret quietly falls from the corner of her eye: “Why did things come to this? If only I had…”