Goblin-Captured Female Knight

Deep Mountain Prisoner: Captive of the Goblins

Elena slowly regained consciousness from the darkness, prompted by the bumpy ride and the throbbing pain at the back of her head. Blinking her eyes to clear her mind, she realized her dire situation. Her hands and feet were bound with rough ropes, and her clothes were nowhere to be seen, leaving only a pair of underwear and a chest wrap barely covering her exposed body. Looking around, she found herself stacked like cargo on a moving tricycle, surrounded by food and looted items from the village. The one pushing the cart, with a lecherous grin on his face, was none other than the goblin Borg, whom she had previously spared, only for him to return and attack her when she was vulnerable.

“Awake now? Does the wound on your head still hurt? I could only bandage it simply; it should be fine, right? Lady Elena, or rather, my dear slave now, hehe…”

“Who’s your slave? I spared your life out of kindness, and you dare to attack me? You must be tired of living!” Elena, enraged by his words, struggled to rise and break free from her restraints, but a strong sense of weakness quickly halted her movements.

“Feeling powerless? I guess your fire magic is unusable now too. Did you forget? I used to work under a necromancer. There, I learned how to make potions that sap strength and restrict magic use.” Borg’s eerie voice clarified Elena’s current confusion. She tried to channel her internal magic, but as Borg said, there was no significant response.

“Seems the potion works well. It’s easy to make with ingredients readily available in this area. The effect lasts about a week per dose.”

“Bastard! You’re dead meat. Once I recover, I’ll cut off your privates!”

“Alright, alright. If nothing unexpected happens, you’ll never regain your strength. Lady Elena, unless you have another trick up your sleeve, you’ll have to obediently come home with me and spend your life as my personal slave.”

As Borg pushed the cart, his lecherous eyes roved over Elena’s beautiful body, sending a rare shiver of fear down her spine.

“Don’t worry, Lady Elena. We’re so destined. You saved me before and spared me yesterday. I’ll try to treat you well. Unlike other goblins, I can appreciate the beauty of human women. I’ve never seen such a beautiful slave in any goblin cave.”

Borg continued his journey through the mountains, pushing the tricycle loaded with spoils. His destination was a goblin village deep within the Gondora region, a place nearly untouched by humans. He planned to properly train and enjoy his hard-won beautiful prize there. Throughout the journey, Borg taunted and humiliated Elena with obscene language, detailing how he intended to train her into a submissive s*x slave. Humiliated and furious, Elena had no choice but to lie helplessly on the tricycle, occasionally cursing him but otherwise enduring her transport like livestock.

By evening, Borg stopped by a small creek, preparing to camp. He ate some of the food from the cart and laid out a blanket on the ground. Then he turned his gaze back to Elena, still lying on the cart.

Feeling Borg’s lecherous gaze, Elena struggled again.

“Bastard, what are you doing…?”

“Don’t misunderstand. Look at yourself, such a beautiful face and body now covered in grime, such a waste. Let your master help you bathe.” Ignoring her resistance and curses, Borg lifted Elena from the cart and carried her to the creek. He dipped her lower body into the water, propped her upper body on the bank, and tore off the last of her clothing, beginning to touch her all over. One hand explored between her legs, while the other splashed water on her upper body, squeezing her breasts. Elena, blushing and ashamed, wished she could disappear into the ground.

“Enough! Stop! Stop, you bastard! If you touch me again, I’ll bite you to death!”

“Slap! Master is helping you bathe. Behave, or I’ll spank you until your big butt is swollen.” Despite her resistance, Borg cleaned her body, turning her from a soot-covered figure into a clean one. After a harsh slap, a red mark appeared on her white buttocks. Borg continued to play with her private parts and douse her with water, stimulating her nerves.

Soon, Elena’s curses turned into soft moans. Despite her battle-hardened strength, she was still a virgin under 20, unprepared for such teasing. Her lower body gradually released slick fluids, further weakening her resistance.

After their “play” in the water, Borg carried Elena to the bank, untied her feet, and forcibly spread her long legs.

Realizing what was coming, Elena screamed again.

“Bastard, stop! Stop! If you dare insert that thing, I’ll kill you! Stop now!” Elena yelled and struggled, but Borg pressed her firmly onto the grass. Despite her screams, Borg didn’t immediately penetrate her with his erect member. Instead, he lowered himself between her legs, licking her virgin area with his long tongue, while his hands caressed her thighs.

Elena, already sensitive from the water play, had no strength left. She bit her lip, trying not to moan and give the goblin the satisfaction. But a few suppressed grunts escaped, intensifying the obscene atmosphere.

Just as Elena began to feel disoriented, Borg thrust his meat stick into her dripping honey hole, advancing deep inside. The sudden pain made Elena arch her body, her legs straight on Borg’s shoulders, and scream, tears finally streaming from her eyes. Blood seeped from where they were joined, exciting Borg further.

“Oh, my dear slave, you’re a virgin! No wonder it’s so tight, squeezing me… so good. I’ve struck gold!” Borg laughed as he began to thrust, his hips slapping against Elena’s buttocks. She bit her teeth and closed her eyes.

“Mm… mm… you bastard, do you even care… if I’m a virgin? Ah… it hurts, stop…”

“I told you, I’m different from other goblins. They don’t care about looks or virginity, but I do! If you were with another goblin, they might pass you around… oh, so tight, my good slave. But I want you all to myself, forever.”

“You… animal… treating your savior like this, I should have killed you when I had the chance…” Elena’s curses became incoherent moans as Borg squeezed her breasts, rubbing them roughly, adding to her pain and humiliation.

Elena’s first time lasted nearly an hour. Though she had lightly climaxed once during the creek play, Borg didn’t care about her feelings, shooting three loads inside her, making her climax four times, nearly passing out.

As the sun set, hiding behind the mountains, darkness enveloped the scene. Borg, satisfied, pulled out and cleaned Elena’s c*m-covered lower body, groping her a few more times before letting her go. He dressed her in her underwear and bra, bound her feet again, and placed her back on the cart, tying her legs to the cart’s shaft to prevent any escape. During this, Elena remained silent, not resisting, but her angry eyes showed her unyielding spirit. Borg placed food beside her, smirked, and groped her chest, saying, “You’ll need strength to resist me. Such exercise will be daily. If you pass out, it would disgrace a knight.”

He jumped off the cart and lay on the blanket, prepared to sleep.

“Have you had enough? I swear by my knight’s honor, if you release me now, I won’t kill you. I’ll let you go…” Elena’s weak voice reached Borg. He laughed, “Haven’t figured out your situation yet? You’re my property now. Saying such things is pointless.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll get a chance to kill you? I’ll tear you to pieces when I do,” Elena mustered her last bit of strength to threaten Borg from the cart under the moonlight.

“Haha, I can make endless potions that drain your strength and block your magic. What chance do you have? Besides, you’re a rare slave. Do you think I’d let you go? Accept your status; it will make your life easier.”

“You owe your freedom to me. I spared you, and you repay me like this? Doesn’t your conscience bother you?” Elena, feeling wronged, spoke softly, “You’re intelligent. Shouldn’t you feel guilty?”

Borg jumped onto the cart, pressing Elena down, declaring, “Conscience? That’s a human thing. No matter how smart, I’m still a goblin. Though I’m grateful, you will be my s*x slave because you belong to me!”

Borg punctuated his words, pulled out a rag, and stuffed it into Elena’s mouth, silencing her protests.

“Too much talk. I’ll gag you. Sleep well; you look exhausted. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you more. This is my final kindness to my savior.”

Gagged, Elena’s muffled cries echoed. Borg’s words stabbed her heart. Though unwilling to admit it, deep down, she realized she might never escape being the goblin’s possession. Captured by a creature so much weaker than herself and reduced to his s*x slave, subjected to constant abuse, the humiliating truth tormented her. Tears streamed down her face, regret and shame gnawing at her. She quietly sobbed, unwilling to let the goblin see her weakness. For Elena, this night would be a long and sorrowful one…