The heavy downpour blurred the jungle around the lone woman into a mosaic of emerald and umber. Loud pattering taps of rain on leaf merged into a cacophonous roar that reminded her of the arena, standing victorious as the crowd cheered her name.

A long way from that dusty colosseum.

Sonja's sandaled foot sunk into the soaking moss with a squelch as the jungle itself tried to devour her. The tight leather straps pulled at her calf until the sole of her makeshift shoe finally pried itself away.

"Shit!"

She fell to her hands and knees and shoved her arm down into the murky hole of mud, first to her elbow, then to her shoulder. She stirred her hand in the thick muck but felt nothing but more squishing black mud.

A hiss of frustration whistled through gritted teeth as she pulled her arm free. She pressed her muddy hand to her face and smeared her forehead with grime that was just as quickly washed away.

Her wet hair clung to her cheek and the soaked leather inside of her chain bikini chafed at her nipples. She looked up at the thick canopy that did little to stop the heavy rainfall.

Useless fucking trees.

Her teeth chattered and her body shook as she considered her predicament. The ground was covered in soft moss as far as the eye could see, going barefoot might be preferable to the awkward step of having only one shoe. So, she stabbed her gladius into the soft ground and untied her sandal before flinging it into the jungle.

She couldn't hope to get any sort of bearing until the storm passed but she'd be damned if she was going to sit around. She took her weapon in hand and stood, barefoot and half naked.

She thought back to her time in the frozen north of Hyperborea, guiding a team of scholars to a mysterious ruin.

I've been colder.

She thought back to her time traveling through the marshes of Zingara.

I've been in deeper muck than this.

She pushed a clinging strand of red hair from her face and squeezed some of the water out of it with one hand.

Not sure if I've ever been this wet though.

It had been three days since she took the job. At the time, she hadn’t thought it could have possibly taken this long, so she hadn't brought much food. Luckily she had plenty to drink from the constant spindles of streaming water that rained down from the trees above.

Hunger gnawed at her guts but she pushed it aside. Her teeth clattered together again but the image of the crying mother lit a warming fire within her and she trudged on through the trees and the mud and the rain. Something had taken that mother's little girl and Sonja intended to find out what.

She laughed as she walked, looking up at the dark gray clouds through the tight gaps in the canopy. She shouted at the sky above, "piss on me, as you always have! I will not slow. I will not tire. You only delay the inevitable. I am Son–"

Her bare foot slipped down into another mossy hole and she fell to one knee, nearly impaling herself on her own sword. She pushed at the soggy ground, only for it to sag beneath her. Sonja shifted her weight to her free foot and that fell through the earth too.

"Shit."

Water began to pool around the hilt of her sword as she pushed against the sucking ground. Her legs slid further and Sonja realized with a jolt of shock that it wasn’t some pothole she’d fallen into- her legs were kicking wildly in an open space beneath the mossy floor.

Then the jungle floor caved in around her. Sonja fell, flailing her body until it splashed against the hard ground some ten feet below, knocking the wind out of her.

Clods of earth and moss rained down around her as she let out a brutish cough, trying to get her breath back. She groped around the shallow water filling the space, looking for her sword. She rolled onto her hands and knees, hearing hushed whispers coming from all around her as she looked around, her huge wet mane swinging as she took in her new surroundings.

Rain poured down around her and the light from above painted her in a nearly perfect circle, outside of which was black as pitch. A glimmer caught her eye and she saw her sword laying half in the darkness. Sonja lunged for it but something pulled it into the gloom before she could grab it.

Not alone.

Her heartbeat thundered in her head and she felt the fury flicker to life a moment before a small form leapt out of the darkness.

She caught it by the throat and it snarled down at her, sharp pointed teeth gnashing and chomping at her arm. Its greasy green-gray skin gleamed in the light. Its big eyes bulged and its tiny limbs flailed. The warrior woman stood to her full height, glistening muscles outlined by the light above.

The goblin dragged a flint-stone dagger across her forearm. Sonja didn't so much as flinch. She looked at the red line, made jagged by uncountable scars that already criss-crossed her muscled arm. Her eyes moved up to the tiny knife wielding savage at the end of her arm, a hideous imp-like face atop the body of a chubby child.

I always did like killing goblins. Something about the satisfying high pitch squeal when I hurt them.

She grabbed the flopping genitals of the goblin with her other hand, his cock and balls overfilling her closing fist. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he stabbed viciously at her arm with his dull blade, barely breaking the skin.

Sonja twisted and wrenched her closed fist and the goblin shrieked like a dying cat.

That's it. Scream for me.

Her fingernails dug into the back of his scrotum and he flailed his entire body, gyrating his screams of agony, but she didn't stop. She smiled as she ripped the flesh away. Her hand filled with blood until it leaked between her fingers.

She tossed the screaming goblin aside and he cradled his ruined fruits, wailing like an infant.

I'll listen to you whimper while I slaughter your wretched ilk.

As her eyes adjusted she saw them cowering in the shadows, traumatized by what they had seen. Others were stalking around, trying to get behind her. Larger goblins were coming into the cave from side tunnels, carrying bigger weapons than a dull knife.

It didn't matter. Sonja's breath had returned. She sunk down into herself, wrapped in the protective layers of her bloodlust until all that remained on the surface was her primal instinct to kill.

Time slowed and she watched the water drip down around her, tiny crystalline spheres that wobbled and morphed as they fell, sparkling in the dim light. This always seemed to happen before the killing started, one final drag of the whetstone across the senses.

A sailor had once told her that the eye of the storm was the most serene place in all the ocean. Sonja wouldn't know. She was the storm.

—

Fang hid, quick as a cockroach. His hangin' fruit wouldn't be a bleedin' mess, not today. Fuckin' stupid is what it was. Tryna earn a name jumpin' at somethin' thrice bigger.

He watched the big breeder's tits sway and heave in their chainmail covers as she stood in the circle of light. Nothin' like the little one they snagged from the village. This breeder's arms and legs were like tree trunks, had pale white skin covered in faded scars, and a huge mop of blood-red hair. Three more gobs pounced at her and three more gobs died.

Nope nope nope. Not today. Fang wasn't a dead gob, he was alive, and he'd stay that way. More brothers poured into the ruined cavern. He told Big Gob to fix the leak. Told'em this was no place for a cave. Too close to the sky. He'd known. Nothin’ good ever comes from the sky.

More brave gobs charged in. One carried her gleaming sword and Fang flinched as she took it from his broken fingers. Not good. That's when the blood really began to spill. Arms and legs and heads, all places they shouldn't be.

Fang tucked into his favorite crack, the one behind the roots, just able to see the slaughter in the circle of light. He thought her cleavin' blade was terrible, but then she started to laugh. Fang pulled his knees to his chest and grit his teeth as her laughter grated against him. Quick barks at first, then the breeder's pretty voice twisted into shrill shrieks of joy as she butchered his brothers.

Not Fang though. Brave gob's a dead gob, yes sir. Fang was like a rat, scurry and sniff, scamper and hide.

The beast of a breeder stood on a pile of corpses now. One of the ties for her tit-covers had snapped, and a beautiful fat breast hung down onto her chest, dark blood running down it and dripping off her, thick and sticky.

More gobs came and more gobs died. The warren was alive with them, he could feel'em being drawn to the commotion like a moth to a cooking spit.

Fang couldn't look away from her. Her body moved like smoke, like a candle flame, twisting and darting and slicing, all the force of a falling tree behind her blows. His horror soon turned to a sick fascination as she sheared another of his brothers in half, from his pate to his balls.

Fang would have her. He didn't know how, but he knew the way you know when you've eaten rotten meat. His stomach twisted and he began to sweat. The pile of dead gobs was starting to grow into a small hill. Were they all gonna die?

Fang shook his head. How fuckin' stupid could you be? Fang had always thought death would have a cock. Turns out it has red hair and two huge tits. Half the warren had died in the time it took him to take a piss. Where the fuck was Big Gob?

—

The smell of fresh meat. The taste of copper. Her blood, or her victims’, it made no difference. She was the falling sword, the sweeping blade, the hacking chop chop chop of the butcher's cleaver.

A quiet click of bone sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine as she removed yet another limb. They were all just meat to her, so many dead at her feet now that she was stepping on them and not the dirt. Mangled organs and bits of meat squished between her toes as she moved, the stink of gore and torn-open bowels thick in her nose.

Sonja's laughter had died down but her smile remained. Like fat little hairless lambs to the slaughter, that's what they were. It wasn’t often a finely tuned war machine was permitted to obliterate overweight children and Sonja found it strangely therapeutic. She felt like a hurricane with a sword in a small cavern of green flesh. With every hacking chop and swinging slice she repeated her favorite word in her head again and again.

Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance.

But even the most finely tuned war machines needed fuel, and Sonja knew her rage wouldn’t last forever.

—

Fang had lost count. Granted he couldn’t count very high in the first place, but it seemed the entire warren had fought and died, screaming and shitting themselves at the pale giant’s feet. Then he heard a deep roar of rage and he sighed in relief. Big Gob. There wasn’t one thing in the world Big Gob couldn’t kill. There was a reason he was chief and not fang.

Big Gob was afeared of nothin’. If it wasn’t for his name, Fang wouldn’t even think he was a gob at all. Big Gob ducked into the corridor and Fang shrunk back further into his hidey-hole. The cavern was quiet besides the dripping rain and heavy panting breaths of the big breeder. It looked like every gob was dead besides him and his chief.

He knew Big Gob wouldn’t allow the breeder to live after what she’d done to the tribe. Fang would have liked to remind Big Gob she could be used to make more gobs but he knew his chief. He knew his hopes of having a breeder would soon be laying still atop the mountain of dead gobs. Then Big Gob charged and Fang covered his eyes.

—

Sonja heard the deep roar and turned as a giant green skinned brute ducked into the cavern. He looked half hobgoblin, half bugbear. His dog-like bearded face was a wrinkled snarl of rage and he charged at her, his unwieldy club raised high, scraping the top of the cavern as he lumbered towards her.

Sonja could feel the exhaustion, the hundred tiny cuts and scrapes and bruises that sapped her strength, pulling her arms down, trying to draw her into a collapse. But the roar had sparked the last ember of her rage, buried deep down inside herself. Not that she needed it to kill this big stupid animal. She pulled her gladius from the back of what she’d thought was the final goblin and twisted sideways into a crouch, out of the way of the descending club, her face sprayed with blood and brains as it splattered the head of a dead goblin with a wet crunch.

Her sword arm flexed and she stood, throwing her whole weight behind her sword as she drove it forwards with both arms. The goblin froze in his position, blinked once, and his free hand groped feebly at the point of the sword sticking out of the far side of his head. Sonja snatched it out with a crunch of bone, then swept it down, taking his head clean off his shoulders.

The huge corpse sagged to the ground, and Sonja fell against it, the last of her strength leaving her. Her eyelids fluttered and a smile crept across her face. “Vengeance,” she whispered, and exhaustion took her.

—

Fang heard the high pitch slicing of steel through meat followed by the splashing of something heavy. He cracked open his fingers and peeked through his knuckles, through the thick roots that hid his hole and into the circle of light. Big Gob was slumped forward in front of her, his head out of sight. She was laying back against the pile of his brothers.

He chanced a breath, then another. The dripping water continued to stream into the cavern. The damp cave reeked of spilled guts, shit and death. He crept from his hole and his foot squished into a puddle of luke-warm bloody water. He was ten strides from the mountain of bodies but the blood seemed to cover the entire floor of the cavern.

Two other gobs emerged from the shadows glancing toward the circle of light, then at each other. Smart gobs, like Fang. One was Nibble, a skittish gob Fang wasn’t worried about. The other was Slink, his small thin dagger shaking in his hand. Slink would be a problem, Fang could smell it.

The three approached the edge of the light. The breeder’s chest heaved but she seemed to be asleep and mostly unharmed.

“We should kill’er,” Slink said, and Fang winced.

Fang stepped into the circle and flinched as if she would come alive and chop him in two. “We kill’er, an who we gonna breed? Been seedin' the little one for a tenday and she's barren as a boar. You gonna offer your stinkin’ hole to the tribe you stupid shit fer brains?”

Slink looked less confident. “Well, what then, we wait till she wakes up and end up on the pile? Not me, Fang. I’m not a dead gob, I’m an alive gob and I’ve half a mind to stay breathin’.”

Fang took a step closer to the armed gob. “You’ve half a mind alright, you stupid–”

“Gobs!” Nibble stepped into the light and pointed at the breeder, pulling their attention back to the dire situation. “We need’a tie her up or somethin.”

Slink took a step toward Nibble, raising his knife. “An' who the fuck made you chief, Nipple you coward cunt.”

“You was hidin’ same as me!” He squealed back. The breeder twitched in her sleep and the three gobs all toppled backwards, splashing into the bloody pool.

“Right,” said Fang. “We ain’t none of us chief and we’re all cowards. Right now we need’a secure that breeder ‘fore she wakes up. Slink? Get the axles off that wagon Big Gob turned over…”

—

Sonja awoke to the irregular sound of dripping water and a foul taste in her mouth. She smacked her wet lips and tried to clear her throat, but there was some kind of sticky slime clinging to the inside of her mouth. A hoarse whistle left her throat and she coughed.

Her hands were in front of her, tied at the wrist and pulled away in opposite directions. Sonja could just make out the ends of the ropes, wrapped securely around wooden stakes driven deep into the ground. Cold metal dug into her gut, just above her loincloth. It was too dark to see anything clearly but she turned her head to one side, then the other, her sore neck protesting, and the spokes of a wagon wheel came into dim view on either side of her. She was bent over the axle, knees tied to the spokes so that her legs were held wide apart in a v-shape, and by the feel of it her ankles were tied to buried stakes the same as her wrists. She was held fast.

Tap tap tap

Her great muscles flexed and she hissed an exhale as she strained against her bonds.

The ropes creaked for a long moment, but that was all, and eventually she sagged back against them. It was no good.

Her emotions flicked through her entire range, fear, anger, rage, confusion, fear, anger, rage, confusion, again and again until tears welled in her eyes.

No.

It all came back to her. The crying mother. Trudging through the rain. The hard wet impact. The blood. The limbs. The squeals of agony.

There was movement and her hands clenched around the ropes holding her.

Her hair was tugged upward and a voice hissed in her ear. Three sharp barks in a rough feral tongue. "Glee gek ack."

Sonja said nothing. She tried to pull her face away from the stinking breath but a hand held her as more hideous words dripped from the goblin's wicked lips. "Glee gek yuf et pek ack." She could hear his smug sneer in the words and she grit her teeth.

I'll fucking kill you.

He was taunting her. Her muscles strained again and she groaned against the weight of the cavern floor as she tried to stand. The hand released her and took a stumbling step back. He was afraid.

You fucking should be.

Tap tap tap.

Somewhere behind her a fire was lit. It was dim at first, then flared as the kindling caught and Sonja's stomach lurched in horror. The irregular tapping wasn't of dripping water, but of slapping flesh.

Not two strides ahead of her was a girl, similarly bound, only she was bent over a rock, spreadeagled by ropes tied to buried stakes. Her brown hair hung over her head and face like a veil but Sonja knew who she was.

You disgusting fucking animals. You filthy scum sucking shit smelling evil fucks.

There was a goblin atop the bound girl’s rump, pumping his cock into her raised backside. His tongue flopped and his face gleamed wet in the new orange light. The girl was as still as a corpse and Sonja didn't know whether to hope she was alive or hope she was dead.

She felt fingers in her hair again and the goblin beside her forced her face straight at the helpless girl. She wasn't trying to look away though. She wanted to see, wanted to burn the image clear in her mind. This would serve as her castigation. A reminder of what the evil that plagues this world and more importantly, what happens when she fails to cleanse it thoroughly.

The goblin atop the girl stiffened and moaned a series of lewd high pitch grunts. The slapping of his narrow hips against her narrow ass stopped. She watched in rage as half his cock pulsed and bulged, the other half buried in the innocent girl. Sonja could practically see the spurting tip, filling the unripe womb.

There were a few dripping splats and the goblin pulled out of her, wiping his brow with a pale green forearm. He bent low behind the girl and Sonja heard frantic sniffing licks like a dog cleaning his master's plate.

Then he came over to her, a crude wooden bowl in his hands, nearly overflowing with thick, off-white slime.

He placed it down on the rocky floor of the cave. Her head was only inches from the ground already and the foul smell wafted up to her nostrils. Evidently they’d been using the bowl to catch the excess seed from the girl and as Sonja looked down at the lumpy, porridge-like sludge, she realized they’d been doing this for a while. Most of the heaping mound of pearly pudding had been there long enough to cool to a thick, waxy consistency, but the fresh load steamed up, still liquid enough to jiggle slightly with her breaths.

More sickening whispers slid into her ear and she grimaced as it turned to a smug chuckle. "Gip tik et." The hand pushed the back of her head down into the slop. "Gip tik et, getch."

Sonja didn't even have to strain her neck to resist the goblin's feeble pressure. It would take the weight of five goblins to force her head an inch. But she found her head slowly moving toward the bowl anyway.

It had been two days since her dried meat ran out. Her stomach growled at the thought of warm soup, then turned at the thought of drinking goblin cock spend.

Her eyes flicked to the girl, still motionless. The mother's pleading eyes looking up at her in her mind.

I promised I would bring you back.

So, Sonja the Red, Hyrkanian Warrior, the She-Devil with a Sword, the Scourge of the South, allowed her head to be lowered into a bowl of thick goblin cum.

Her nose pressed into the warm liquid, then her lips. She opened her mouth and scooped with her tongue, lapping the thick curd into her mouth. It was warm and thick. So thick she tried to chew but it only squished between her teeth.

The hand released her head and a cackle of laughter broke above her.

Keep laughing, cur. I will carve you from this world one limb at a time. Taunt me with sustenance all you like, we will see who laughs last in this disgusting hole you call a home.

The thought did little to help her choke down the first mouthful. She realized now what had been dripping from her mouth when she woke and the thought of her raped mouth boiled her blood. If only she had awoken, caught them in the act.

It clung to her teeth and tongue and she pulled her nose from it to breath, immediately regretting the next breath as her lungs filled with the stink. She sucked in another full slurp of the foul sludge and gagged as she felt a wiry hair slide across the back of her tongue.

The bowl of shining gruel stared up at her and though her stomach was already churning she realized she hadn't made much progress for all her effort. She took a deep breath and lowered her head again, burying her nose and puckering her lips as she began to suck and swallow in three loud gulps.

By then she had eaten all the fresh seed and all that was left was the old runny slime, thick and cold and sour as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.

Survival, survival, survival.

She repeated the word with each gulp of gelatinous slop.

She exhaled and ran her tongue over her upper lip, as if to brush away the entire mess of sticky cum that connected her face to the half-full wooden bowl.

There was nothing to be done about it now, no ladylike way to finish her meal, not that Sonja was anything close to a lady. She pressed forward and her chin rested on the smooth curve as her lips kissed the bottom of the bowl.

Survival, survival, survival, survival.

Her throat moved up and down, her lips and tongue sucked and slurped as the clammy chowder drained from the bowl and into her stomach. Her hunger had fully ignited and she licked the bowl. She licked her lips and her chin. She licked her teeth and cheeks. She would have licked her own tongue, had she another. She gathered the last stubborn strands and sticking globs in her mouth and swallowed one final lumpy mouthful with a loud gulp.

Sonja burped, tasting something like rotten fish, and tightened her stomach against a gag before pushing it back down. She could already feel her strength returning and she tried her restraints again. The ropes creaked and she thought she could feel the slightest wobble with her right arm and she began to smile.

Her elation was quickly snuffed as she felt hands working at the small of her back, heard the jingling of chainmail.

No.

She tried the rope again, her biceps bulging, rope threatening to break the skin of her wrist. The hands found the clasp for her loincloth and unfastened it, the chainmail rattling as it slid off her and onto the ground.

Fuck. No.

"Fuck!" she screamed, and the taunting laughter began again. Her hatred burned and she tried to spark her anger, tried to feel the deep burning rage, the bloodlust, the savage fury, the feral ferocity that was Sonja… but nothing came. She looked at the girl slumped over the rock, small, weak, helpless. At this moment, was she any different?

Something brushed the small hairs of her cunt and her back stiffened. Her senses heightened and time slowed, as it always did in a crisis, now the worst possible time. She wasn't trying to dodge a wobbling arrow, she wasn't outmaneuvering a minotaur's axe.

No. Not now.

The bulb of the goblin’s hideous cock grazed her taint, like a lover’s gentle caress, her skin prickling with goose flesh in her oversensitive state. The fleshy bulb settled in the soft dimple of her opening and she heard a ragged, excited exhalation from the goblin. His calloused hand grabbed the thick flesh of her hip and she felt the pressure behind his cockhead slowly build.

Her muscles tensed and fire danced across her nerves, Sonja's entire body went rigid as she felt every stretched moment of her violation. The crown of his cock spread open her velvet vulva, her damp cunt stretching around his knobbly cockhead.

A flood of remembered pain and humiliation returned as she thought back to her childhood. Raped by the men that had killed her parents, raped and beaten and left to die.

Never again.

That’s what she had told herself then, and that’s what she was telling herself now as the goblin’s rough, knotty cock split open her tender sex.

Never again.

She stared through eyes blurry with tears at the girl slumped over the rock. Another disgusting lump squeezed through her tight entrance as the cock pushed deeper. Painful and slow and not stopping anytime soon. She knew herself too well, it could take minutes for time to catch up to her heightened reflexes.

—

Satisfied his new breeder had finished her bowl, Fang unclasped her armored loincloth and slapped his cock against her exposed cunt, even her pussy hair was red. He grinned as he grabbed her hip with one hand. Then, without preamble, he plunged into her like he was stabbing a hated brother, wild thrusts that sent his big balls swinging into her with loud slaps.

Her cunt squeezed his cock like it was trying to strangle it but that only drove him on. He’d done it. The thought made his balls tighten and he squirted his seed deep into her. His eye twitched and he grunted a gasping moan. Then grabbed her other hip and began hammering away again. Her body was like iron, not like the fragile thing tied to the rock. Fucking this beast of a breeder made Fang feel like a king, like he had tamed a jungle cat, but also got to fuck it.

Her full ass cheeks rippled with his impacts and he was lost in the waves of flesh, mesmerized by the rhythm of it until his eyes were drawn to her dark puckered asshole. He released her hip and shoved his first two fingers into it like he was scooping honey from a beehive. She shuddered and groaned and her asshole gripped his inserted fingers hard enough to hurt, but he kept at it, twisting and thrusting his long fingers, fully exploring his new toy as he fucked it. Another tightness in his balls sent a jolt of pleasure up to the tip of his cock and he shoved further, probing for her womb as he bred her again.

Her asshole began to loosen its grip and he shoved the first two fingers of his other hand into it too, as if to spread her open. She bucked and hollered and screamed but Fang had a good grip. He curled his fingers outward past the rim of her hole and she eventually settled into a steady groan. He continued fucking her, his own seed dripping off his swinging balls as he fingered the breeder’s butthole with both hands.

His cock was beginning to soften. He shouldn’t have wasted his seed on the little one, but he wanted his new breeder to be awake when he fucked her for the first time. He let his cock naturally flop from the breeder just as he was beginning to see a dark gap between his two sets of fingers in his breeder’s ass.

The sight of her depths made his cock bulge again and he pulled his fingers free, shoving his half hard cock into her ass. He pumped and panted and her tight ass milked another load from him. He leaned over her and caught his breath. “I could fuck you forever,” he said wheezing.

“My turn, Tooth. Come mind the meat.”

Fang glared sideways at Slink. He wished he had a clever nickname for the ugly goblin, but nothing came to mind. He pulled his cock free with a satisfying wet sound and turned back toward the fire. He grabbed the bowl and positioned it under the breeder’s holes as she dripped with fresh seed then walked over to his idiot brother.

The top half of a goblin had been arranged on sharpened spears of wood that came to a point above the licking flames. If Fang had known him, he didn’t recognize him. Not that it would have mattered. His brothers were all meat now, and his mouth began to water.

Slink walked over to the breeder, he knelt down and squeezed her heavy breasts that sagged against the cavern floor, then pulled one up and sucked. “No milk yet.”

Fang stared at his stupid companion wondering how he'd been smart enough to avoid the fightin’. “She won’t be milking for days, wet head.”

Slink ignored him and slapped his cock against her face. Fang winced, thought about warning him but decided against it. Mouth breeding the small one was one thing but Fang was reminded of the mangled cock and balls of his brother earlier that day. He decided he’d rather stick his cock in a hornets nest than past this breeder’s chompers.

Slink didn’t seem to have that healthy fear though. He was holding his cock in one hand and her chin in the other. Slap. He hit her again with his girth and her eyes stared up at him hard and dangerous. Fang held his breath as Slink laughed and slapped her again with his stiff meat. He pulled her chin down and she opened her mouth. Fang’s butthole clenched.

Slink’s cock bobbed in front of her and Slink closed his eyes in the expectation of pleasure. Fang held his breath.

“Slink, wait!” A voice called from behind the fire and Nibble walked up into view.

“It’s my turn!” Slink yelled, then looked back to the breeder and continued.

Nibble looked nervously at fang then back toward Slink, hands opening and closing as he watched the scene. He clenched his fists and yelled, “She’s gonna bite your dick off you stupid fuck!”

Slink stopped, less than a finger’s breadth from her open lips. He glanced over at the two gobs, then down at his dick, then into her eyes, her hungry eyes. He wound up his arm and slapped her across the face as hard as he could, seeing the truth of the statement.

She spit a trail of blood and licked at her lip as she glared up at him. He pulled his knife from his little sheath and let the rusted steel blade glint in the firelight. “Bite me, and I’ll stab you in the eye, you understand, you stupid sow?”

She opened her mouth again and slowly wagged her tongue.

Fang could feel Nibble tensing again.

Slink looked at her, then back toward the fire.

The two gobs shrugged.

Slink sighed and tucked his knife away before walking around to the side of her that didn’t have any teeth. Fang let out a little disappointed groan and turned to watch the meat cook as he listened to Slink breed his breeder.

—

How long had it been? How many bowls of slime had she licked clean? Twenty? Fifty? The child was alive, and Sonja had soon wished she weren’t. The girl was far too young to breed but that didn’t stop the filth from trying.

Sonja had a new recurring nightmare where she was forced to watch the goblins mercilessly rape and torture the poor thing while she cried and screamed, except Sonja wasn’t asleep. It was as real as the ropes that held her. As real as her bulging belly, seeming to grow larger with every passing hour.

Sonja was mindlessly watching the girl sloppily suck the pearly breakfast from their shared wooden bowl when one of them came up to her, lifting her heavy breast and sucking the milk that now constantly dribbled from them. She grimaced in silent revulsion as her mighty body was used as breeding stock for Hyborea’s lowest, weakest form of evil. She could feel the brood within her sucking her strength, leeching her life force to grow, a new kind of pain that she had never imagined.

She was Sonja. She was vengeance. What sort of sick, ironic toss of the bones was this. She knew the gods were cruel, but this was truly despicable. As if to salt the wound, a cock entered her tenderized sex and began loudly squelching in and out of her constantly dripping hole. The goblins didn’t seem to rest. They could produce seed so rapidly, she found herself not even hungry most times the bowl was placed in front of her, always overflowing.

Her cunny lips were now fat and swollen from their constant abuse, the seed continuously pumped into her drooled out of the sore cleft between them in a constant dribble. They had forced two cocks into her multiple times and even shoved a small goblin fist into her. Her asshole was an aching crater, sunken deep between the two cheeks of her ass, surrounded by stinging scratches from the jagged fingernails of her captors. The goblin behind her stiffened and she felt the warmth fill her. She tried not to think about how satisfying it was to know he was finished.

Something forcefully lurched in her growing belly and she grunted in pain, fighting down the urge to vomit. How long had it been? She didn’t even fantasize about killing the goblins anymore. Now her wildest dreams consisted of her lying down on her side, stretching her arms and legs, flexing her feet that had been numb for who knows how long.

Every time she slept she woke to another mouthful of cold slime dripping off her chin, and just once she wished she could catch the face fucker in the act. She wanted to taste his blood. Wanted to feel his feeble attempts to pry open her jaw. She wanted to hear him scream.

A squeal of pain did ring out then, but it was her partner in pain. She looked up at the girl and their eyes locked, as they always did when one of them mounted her. Neither had spoken a word to the other, what could be said? "Hello dear sweet girl, I am Sonja, here to save you. Your mother sent me. Don’t worry dear, they will eventually tire of your ruined holes and eat you."

Her body rocked and her face screwed up in the same twisted mask of agony and humiliation that it always did, but her eyes never left Sonja's.

At least we have each other.

It was a small comfort as a warped, stiff cock stretched out her raw asshole for the hundredth time. How long had it been?

—

“She’s almost ready.” Nibble’s nervous red eyes glowed in the dim light of the fire.

Fang looked over at his breeder, her dripping holes were presented toward them, her swollen gut hanging down to the floor. He loved to see it. After nearly two weeks she was ready to pop, belly round and full as a blister, and her tits had bloated up too, even bigger than before. Her nipples had turned black and started leaking milk already. It hadn't been long enough yet for her muscles to waste away, and Fang almost felt regretful at the thought of that happening. He liked the way her thick thighs and arms clenched and tightened, glistening with her sweat when they fucked her, and the tight ridges of her belly, until they'd been swallowed by her growing womb. But, there was nothing to be done but breed her until she died of exhaustion.

“Think she’ll live?” asked Slink.

“She has to.” Fang walked over to her presented holes and ran his closed fist up and down her puffy cunt. “She’s our only breeder. We’ll need more gobs to get another.” Then he pressed the knuckles of his pale green hand into her, the opening of her cunt resisting him until he put his weight behind it and her fleshy walls parted around his knuckles, sucking him in. Her groaning pants turned to a low growl and her thighs trembled, piss dribbling down his forearm. “I think she’s comin' around to my touch,” he said with a grin.

He pressed further, looking for the opening of her womb, her hot slippery cunt flexing and clenching around his arm. She bucked and he put his free hand on her quivering ass cheek, “Easy...” Then he felt it; the heavy mass of her womb, the hard pucker of its entrance, and a soft sack of liquid bulging out of it. He looked at his brothers, eyes sparkling. “She’s ready.” He hooked a fingernail in the sack and pulled. His fist came free of her in a torrent of clear fluid and he quickly shoved his fist back in her, pummeling her leaking hole until she began to pant and scream and shake.

He reached back into his breeder and could feel the brood coming alive. A head pressed through the entrance and he palmed it, hooked his fingers under its jaw, then pulled with all his strength.

—

Sonja shook and she felt urine dribble down her legs. That had been happening more and more frequently, especially when he put his fist in her. She refused to acknowledge the pleasure, as if it were an unfortunate side effect that she could do nothing about, like bubbling fart after one of them fucked her ass. The curve of her belly now scraped the hard-packed dirt, the pain of her vile pregnancy too much to bear, a pressure that built and built with no release.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as the goblin sank his arm into her slimy sex. She tried to struggle but was too exhausted to muster much more than a slight bucking of her hips.

Then, for the first time, she actually moaned. The horrible pressure had been released. A flood of warmth flowed down her thighs and she felt relief. Followed by the hard ramming of her insides. The fist plummeted back into her and she gasped in sudden terror. The tiny forms came alive within her, and they wanted out.

She grabbed her ropes and pulled for leverage, the axle she was bent over digging into the underneath of her belly as she tried to push the foul creatures out of her. The goblin reached into her and her womb opened, stretching over something the size of a coconut, that was then pulled violently out of her.

"Gah," she panted but took in another deep breath as more pressure built.

Her eyes locked with the young girl who stared in open-mouthed horror. Sonja grit her teeth and pushed again as her abdomen contracted in on itself.

The fist came in again and another goblin was pulled free of her in a wet slap of dripping fluid. Her stomach churned and she choked on a sob as she tried to inhale again.

How many? How many could there be?

—

"Yer goin' too slow," Nibble's nervous whine didn't help the situation but he was right. The brood was growing restless.

Fang handed the second gobling to Slink and reached back into the sow; but instead of a round head pushing out his hand found three arms reached out, each with claws razor sharp.

"They're stuck!"

He pushed his fist against the hole, trying to stuff them back into the womb but they only fought harder to get free of their fleshy prison. He knew they'd eventually claw their way out and his breeder would be lost.

He punched at the opening and his breeder made a deep wheezing inhale of pain but he punched again, shoving his fist through the opening of her womb.

Sharp teeth chomped down onto his finger and he grimaced, but dug his heels in and pulled out his arm with the little gobling still attached to his hand. Ducking to the side he saw with a stab of fear just how big his breeder's belly still was. There were still so many. He'd never seen a brood this large.

—

The injuries of Sonja's life were too many to count. She had been run through by a spear. She had been trampled by a horse, broken both her ankles at the same time, and had even been temporarily crucified. None of that compared to the savage, forceful violation of her womb.

The goblin punched at her insides like a battering ram. He pulled a third creature from her and she couldn't even scream. She needed all her breath to push, to try and help ease the pain. There were still more yet, squirming in her belly.

How could there be more?

Drool ran from her panting mouth. Tears from her eyes. She stared into the girl's face and selfishly wished they could trade places. The thought disgusted her but she would do anything to take this pain away.

Almost anything.

The thought struck her like a thunderbolt and cold anger washed over her. The gods wanted her to pray. It's what they've always wanted. She screamed out a breath through clenched teeth. Is that what this was?

You want me to beg, you sadistic fucks? I don't need you. I am Sonja. I am vengeance.

So she turned to the only thing that would save her from her present torment. The one thing that had tried to get to her heart her entire life, like a worm trying to burrow into a stone. The thing she had been trying so hard to ignore.

Pleasure.

Sonja had been denying it since she first felt the knobby cock split her, she'd held herself cold and stoic against countless pressing orgasms and climaxes. She'd stood like a solitary sentinel, holding shut the gates with tireless resolve.

The fist hammered into her again and she had to choose, to pray, or to buckle under the weight of ecstasy.

—

Something changed. Fang was trying to force his fist past the reaching clawing arms and his breeder's muscles went slack.

"Shit, shit," he muttered and his hand slipped through the gap and into a tangle of limbs. He grabbed a gobling by the head and pulled. This time, his breeder raised her hips. He thought she had fallen unconscious but a low growl rumbled through her.

He ripped the fourth goblin free of her and her ass cheeks wobbled. Her puckered hole clenched and spasmed, and a low moan filled the cavern.

—

It was so easy. It was the easiest thing in the world. Easier than killing goblins, easier than riding a horse, easier than falling off a cliff.

It was like releasing a caged bird and watching it spread its beautiful wings. Once she let go, she knew there would be no coming back, but she didn't feel regret.

She felt shame, but not like when you kill a comrade in the heat of battle. It was deeper, dark and delicious, like enjoying a piece of candy you stole from a child.

Her legs began to shake again, but their vibrations were a prelude to something bigger. Sonja stared across the cave at the girl she had come to save. Sonja's eyelids felt heavy, her face flushed hot, she parted her lips and a deep, guttural moan poured out of her, and for the first time, the girl looked away.

Sonja didn’t care. She finally understood that pleasure and pain were two sides to the same coin. She didn’t know please, but she knew pain, and now had the power to forge it into something new. Something beautiful. Her lips twisted into a curve of anguish as a fifth goblin was pulled from her but her mouth opened for another long, echoing moan.

She hammered her forehead into the hard dirt of the cavern floor and her ass cheeks wobbled from the uncontrollable tremors that rocked her thick muscled thighs. Something was definitely happening. The goblin fist slid into her ever weakening hole again and a surge of lightning spread through her battered nerves. Her asshole clenched then released as a sixth goblin was ripped from her.

Cold sweat covered her trembling body, her hands gripped her restraints and she sucked in thick gasps of air before huffing them out again.

Just one more.

Another goblin slipped through her womb.

Just one more.

An eighth goblin ripped through her soft insides and her trembling muscles became quakes of ecstasy.

Just one more.

—

“That’s eight gobs,” Nibble said as he took the most recent goblin and handed it off to slink. “I’ve never seen this many in one litter.

“There’s more still,” Fang said, his arm almost up to his shoulder in the big breeder. He could still feel movement in her womb and he slid his fist through the swollen sphincter again. His breeder was shaking now, her flesh gyrating with the quaking of her muscles and fang found himself feeling proud. Proud of himself for capturing such an amazing prize. She would give him an army at this rate.

He pulled another, smaller gob from her and handed it off to Nibble who whispered in disbelief, “nine.”

—

Just one more.

Sonja had lost count. She was much too focused on her asshole puckering harder and harder between each birth, tightening her loose abdomen, tightening the ropes that held her thighs apart, tightening the clench in her stomach that she hoped would purge the filth from her body. Then it relaxed as another goblin squeezed out of her.

Just one more.

Squeeze, clench, tighten. Her entire body was constricting in on itself for one final release when another goblin began to bully its way through her grasping cunt and she lost the sensation with an exhale. Wet splashing and a high pitched growl signaling another foul beast she had brought into the world.

Just one more.

Her insides coiled and her body clenched, the ropes tightened and the stakes whined against her pulling arms and legs. She could feel it. One more head pressing against her womb. She puffed quick exhales, refusing to give it up. Her asshole began to pulse and the pressure made her hands and feet go numb as she continued to hyperventilate. The fist plunged into her but she held the tension taut. She would smother this one in her womb if she had to.

The tiny goblin fist punched through her and her quick exhalations turned to quick high pitched sighs as something in her began to tip over the edge. Beyond the brink. Past the precipice. Into the abyss. Her eyes snapped open and her groin began to convulse. She let out long lamenting moans that sounded more like a cow than a woman. She couldn’t feel her hands, or her feet, or her lips, only her spasming asshole and her constricting cunt.

Then the head of the final goblin began to pull through her pulsing insides and her eyes rolled into her head. Somehow the pain of her stretching cunt was just what she needed at that moment and she wailed a high pitched moan, shaking and dripping and screaming in ecstasy. She arched her back and pushed the thick fleshy afterbirth out of her with an exhausted groan.

She felt like she had been struck by lightning. Electricity randomly danced across her nerves and she twitched and jerked randomly as jolts of pleasure and pain alternated between body and mind. She even managed to puff a quiet bubbling laugh.

I am Sonja.

The thought made her laugh harder and she began to cackle.

I am vengeance.

—

The wet splat of her afterbirth marked the end of them. Fang leaned against her ass catching his breath. “Twelve goblings from a single breeder. Have you ever seen anything like it?”

The goblins shook their heads in unison, looking down at the new warren crawling and biting each other.

Then his breeder began to laugh. Quiet at first, then louder, then shrill and horrible. Nibble covered his ear. “Make it stop, Fang.”

Fang walked around to his breeder’s face. He slapped her hard across the cheek but she only laughed harder. He slapped her again and she faltered but continued her low rolling laugh as if something were the funniest thing in the world. Their eyes met and that seemed to draw even more laughs from her. Fang didn’t like it. It was like she knew something he didn’t. Like he was the end of her silent joke. He slapped her again for good measure and she eventually settled into a low chuckle.

—

The cock slid easily into her and she closed her eyes. Over the last tenday Sonja had learned to orgasm more and more quickly. The goblins would usually cum in only a few thrusts but would often breed her three or four times. Now she had made a game of it. She would throw her hips back with every thrust so their swinging balls would slap at her clit. She would drag her raw leaking nipples across the rough ground and leave her muscles slack until just before the moment of climax.

One of the goblins in particular was getting more attached than the others. He would often lick her clean then come give her a big cummy kiss. She thought about biting his lips off but the taste of fresh cum goblin had been acquired after countless bowls of cold rancid slime. So she would accept her treat and suck his lips clean. Then he would snuggle up against her hanging tits and suckle himself to sleep.

The girl would no longer look at her. The goblins would use them and she would look away into the darkness. Sonja didn’t know what hurt more, the constant biting suckling of the newborn goblins, or the loss of her only friend, but she carried on. She would survive this, she knew, and hoped the girl was strong enough to survive as well. Even if they weren’t on the best of terms, Sonja was grateful for her. Every rape of the girl would remind Sonja why she was there and what she must do.

Kill them. Kill them all.

Her maternal instincts were another form of torture. Her mind would feel pride at the growing goblins suckling from her twisting the knife in her heart further.

Kill them. Kill them all.

One of the little goblins would even come nuzzle her face, ripping her soul in half as some part of her wanted to nuzzle the evil babe back.

Kill them. Kill them all.

—

Fang sucked his breeders tit, gulping mouthfuls of warm sweet milk. He was happy to see her belly forming its familiar bulge. He hoped it was his seed that had taken root, though he knew he had no way of telling.

He had begun training the goblings in the art of breeding the smaller pink-skin and felt it was fitting as he watched the dozen take turns shoving their little cocks into her many holes. They wouldn’t be able to seed for another tenday but the small breeder couldn’t be bred anyway it seemed. He hoped that would change soon though, they needed another breeder if they were going to rebuild.

He sighed and remembered his own cock training as his breeders tit flopped out of his mouth. Nibble climbed off her rump and Fang grabbed the overfull bowl of cock slime. “Time for breakfast,” He whispered and plopped the bowl down into the veil of red hair that hung around his breeder's head.

He moved behind her and took Nibbles spot as she began sucking up her food with greedy sucking slurps. Her holes were reddened and puffy, looking more like wounds than fuckholes. Fang missed the way her cunt would grip him, missed the way her asshole resisted his cock. He sighed and pressed his cock into her dripping cunt, squeezing out some of Nipples cum as he began fucking her loose hole.

He had started taking his time with her. Rocking with his body with his thrusts, feeling her press against him, making his balls slap into her. He knew she had fully taken to him, he could feel her ruined cunt grip him occasionally and her low moans always made him spill early.

He had begun to feel something. He hadn’t mentioned it to the other gobs but there was a sense of ownership over his breeder that he had never known. Her health mattered to him. Her pleasure felt good to him. Maybe this was what it meant to be chief. To really care for the things you own. He knew he would have to establish himself before the goblings grew to understand. There can’t be three chiefs. He knew Nibble would back him but something had to be done about Slink.

—

Something had to be done about the goblin fucking her mouth as she slept. She had formulated the plan long ago, and it was a good one. She would pretend to be asleep, he would put it in, she would bite it off. Simple, as all good plans are. The problem was, she would sleep for hours at a time, goblin cum wasn’t exactly perfect nutrition and if she was awake she was always on the brink of exhaustion, so pretending to be asleep was a very fine line between actual sleep, and actual sleep was a restless fever dream of her nipples being sucked and her holes being fucked.

Then, finally, it happened.

—

Fang’s hips slapped into the narrow hips of the small breeder, her cries we muffled as one of the goblings fucked her face. He preferred her tight cunt to the ruined hole of his big breeder and thought about how good small breeders like this would be for morale in the future. He watched Slink approach his sleeping breeder and wished he would just leave her alone. She didn't get much sleep and she was about half way through another brood.

Fang pumped his cock into the breeder’s soft cunt and shook his head as Slink walked up to his breeder’s mouth. Stupid fucking gob would never learn. Slink brushed the hair from her face and slapped his hard cock against her pink lips, parting them as he shoved forward. He grabbed the breeder’s head by the ears and pumped forward, once, twice, then stopped, his cock balls deep in the breeders face.

Slink was staring down at the breeder in stunned disbelief and Fang noticed that her blue eyes were open. Fang pulled from his breeder as Slink screamed and fumbled for his knife. He stabbed down once and sliced a red gouge into her forehead and down her cheek. He raised his hand again and Fang tackled him to the ground.

—

The blade rumbled against Sonja’s skull, fell down off her eyebrow and carved into the soft flesh of her cheek.

She didn't mind.

She had a cock lodge in her throat and her teeth had sunk down into it like taking a bite of an uncooked sausage. Warm blood filled her mouth and she grinned as she chewed, sawing with ivory bone. She knew the next stab would be fatal but she didn’t mind, she had nearly severed the thing when the goblin was violently thrown from in front of her. The last strands of flesh stretched and snapped and she spit the half-hard cock into the dirt. The dagger clanged against stone and she felt cold metal against her wrist.

Kill them, kill them all.

She snatched the dagger handle and sliced the rope with the flick of her wrist. Then her other hand was free, then her legs, then her ankles. She crawled to the girl and dropped the dagger into her slender hand then grabbed the small goblin fucking her face by the back of its bald head. It squealed and squirmed, kicked wildly and gnashed its teeth.

For a moment, Sonja just looked at it. This was her offspring, her child. Its flailing cock dripped with the girls slobber and Sonja ground her teeth. She squeezed the back of its head and slammed it into the floor with a dull thud and a quiet “gek.” Then again and again and again until her fingers pushed into the dirt around the ruined skull.

Goblins began to scatter to the dark corners of the cavern but there was only one entrance and Sonja put herself between it and them, just as a full size goblin came into the cave with a bundle of firewood.

—

Slink screamed and moaned in Fangs ear, stupid fucking gob. Nibble had warned him this would happen but stupid is stupid and you can’t fix it. Fang turned back to make sure his breeder wasn’t too badly wounded and his heart dropped out of his asshole. His breeder was gone. He had looked away for an instant and she was gone.

His eyes dropped to a mess of green flesh and dark purple gore. A gobling? His eyes darted up to see his breeder grab Nibble by the leg and hoist him into the air. Firewood knocked against the stone floor and Fang watched in muted horror as Nibble’s body smashed down atop a scrambling gobling. Nibble’s head hit the stone with such force that the top of his skull burst into a wet bloody spray.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned, expecting to see Slink holding his ruined groin but his heart stopped as his eyes locked with the dark brown orbs of the small breeder. She was slightly taller than him and they stared at each other for a moment before she moved slightly. It wasn’t a violent movement. It was as if she were handing him something she didn’t want to hold any more, and the knife slid into his stomach.

He looked down and the metal blade was buried to the hilt, he would have thought there would be blood, but the dagger had plugged the hole it created neatly. Then she pulled it out and stabbed again, and again and again, her movements becoming more and more frantic. And then there was blood, lots and lots of the sticky stuff spilling out of him like a punctured waterskin. She screamed in his face and stabbed until his minced guts began to fall out of him and his legs gave out. Then she fell atop him and stabbed some more, stabbed until he was dead three times over.

—

Sonja had a smile on her face as she swung the carcass like a club. She smashed her offspring like killing cockroaches in a kitchen. One almost slipped by her but she caught its little arm and flung it across the cave. It soared like a little flying green pig then burst on impact, sending a single streak of red up the wall.

Sonja caved in a soft skull with her heel then released her makeshift weapon and found the last two little goblins huddled together in a dark corner. She knelt down in front of the pair and one of them dribbled piss down his leg. She touched the cheek of one, then the other, before grabbing one head in each hand and smashing them together with a hollow knock, followed by a wet crunch as she brought them together again with all her strength.

The girl was stabbing an unrecognizable mess of gore and Sonja touched her shoulder. The girl whirled on Sonja, dark hair flying in a matted tangle. “It’s okay.” Sonja heard herself saying, though it sounded nothing like the voice she remembered. It was hoarse and cracked as she spoke.

The girl stood with the dagger outstretched and Sonja gently took the blade from her. Like a weight the fell to her knees and began to sob gripping Sonja’s thigh, shaking and wailing. Sonja put a bloody hand on the back of the girl's head. “We aren’t done yet.”

The girl sniffed and looked around the cave. One goblin laid on his back taking shallow breaths and holding his groin. Sonja pulled her legs from the girl's grip and walked toward the final goblin, stabbing her knife into the hot coals of the fire. She scooped up the bloody cock she had chewed off him and knelt over the whimpering creature.

Sonja clutched the bloody cock in one hand and grabbed his jaw with the other. “Open,” she said through her teeth. Snot dripped down over his puckered lips and he cried as she pressed his cheeks together, forcing his mouth open. She shoved the mangled meat into his pudgy mouth and he began to thrash, gagging and coughing as she forced its entirety into his mouth.

She held her bloody hand over his lips and made a chewing motion with her head, bulging her cheeks. “Eat it!” She screamed into his face and his body went stiff. Tears ran down her hand from the goblins bulging red eyes but he closed them and reluctantly swallowed his own cock. She smiled, then laughed and released his face before walking back to the fire and snatching her blade from the fire. It glowed red hot and she grit her teeth against the pain from the wooden handle.

The goblin watched her every move with widening eyes and as she knelt beside him he tried to scramble away. She grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the floor of the cavern with her free hand. Her other punched into his groin, pressing the flat of the blade against the flapping shredded meat. His scream sent goose bumps across her arms and back. It was like music. She sighed in pleasure as he jerked his hips, making the burns much worse than they needed to be.

When the stink of sizzling meat cleared she pulled the blade away and looked over her handiwork. He was still bleeding but it had turned from a pulsing stream to a seeping trickle.

You’ll live.

She took a rope from her severed bonds and looped it once around his head, tying it tight around his neck. She then pried his hands from his wounded groin and tied them behind his back.

“You aren’t killing him?”

Sonja turned at the sudden sound of the girl's voice. It was rough and hoarse like her own but it was like honey on her ears after hearing only goblins the last few tenday. Sonja knelt in front of the girl and jerked her new leash, causing the goblin to scramble forward, sobbing and whining. “There are much worse fates than death, besides, I need him.”

The girl glared at the goblin but nodded.

Sonja cut a slab of meat off the cooking goblin spitted above the fire pit and sunk her teeth into the charred flesh. It was a delicacy. She cut another and held it out to the girl, who turned her head. Sonja looked the child up and down, she was skin and bone.

“I’m not going to have you die on the walk back after all this. Eat.”

The girl took the meat and nibbled a corner before gagging and spitting. “I’m not eating them.”

Sonja narrowed her eyes at the girl, but then an idea came to her. “Drink then,” She said, and held up her bruised tit.

The girl twisted up her face.

“It’s either this or that girl, choose quickly. We leave as soon as we’ve eaten.”

The girl fell to her knees and took Sonja’s large breast in both hands before wrapping her lips around Sonja’s tender nipple. It was so much more gentle than the goblins’ rough biting that Sonja had to hold back a moan. The girl began to pull mouthfuls of milk from her swollen teat, and Sonja cut another chunk of meat off the goblin.

—

The Village wasn’t more than a wide path lined with circular huts. A few of the trees had been cleared for lumber so the rain fell in merciless sheets atop the small yurts. Sonja’s bare feet squished in the mud as they stood at the edge of the village.

A girl, a goblin, and a pregnant warrior woman all standing in the rain, nude and exhausted, hungry and beaten. Sonja found a high branch and tied the goblins leash to it, forcing him to stand up on his toes to not be strangled. The girl took Sonja’s hand and led her to a hut near the middle of the row. She walked slowly and Sonja could feel her small hand trembling in her own.

Sonja stopped and knelt, squaring the girl's shoulders to her. “You are stronger because of it. Not weaker.” She pointed to the goblin. “Thank him.”

The girl's eyes went wide then her eyebrows drew together and she shook her head, slapping Sonja’s cheek with brown wet locks.

“He cannot hear you. It’s not for him, it’s for you. Thank him for making you stronger, and know that he will die long before you, that I promise.”

The girl stared through the rain at the silhouette of the goblin stretching his neck to breathe. Her lips barely moved but Sonja heard a faint whisper through the rain. “Thank you.”

—

Sonja accepted the village’s food and water. She accepted their gratitude and honor but not their coin, a night spent watching the girl in the arms of her mother was reward enough.

By morning it had stopped raining. Sonja untied her captive and left silently, she walked back toward the edge of the jungle, from where she had come, toward the lowlands. After a few hours she found the place she was looking for. A perch atop a high cliff where she had rested on her way in. Her camp was still intact but the rain had left any dead wood too soggy for a fire.

So, she waited. She ate bread from the village and watched a distant waterfall. “Gek ret ket.” Sonja looked over at the goblin, hunched forward with his arms back behind him. His face had lost most of its green color and his lips were pale and cracked. “Gek ret ket,” he said again and his eyes followed the bread.

Sonja laughed. “I’ve already fed you your own cock.” Her eyes fell to the two berries hanging between his legs and she laughed at the thought of serving him the rest of his manhood. But she needed him in good health. She winced as another kick sent a shiver of pain up her spine.

It’s time.

Sonja stood and took the goblin to the edge of the cliff. She leaned out over the edge and peered down at the jagged rocks a hundred feet below.

Higher than I remember.

Satisfied, she tied the goblins leash to a tree branch near the edge, cut the rope around his wrists, and settled herself down on her back, her head propped against a small log. She held the goblin’s dagger in one hand and pointed it at her stomach. “It’s time. Take them out of me.”

The goblin pulled at his rope collar. He looked weak and feeble. She hoped he wouldn’t die before it was done. “Now,” she barked and the goblin fell to his knees between her legs. She opened them wider and closed her eyes. The goblin hesitantly reached forward, his fingers parting her soft lips. First two, then three, then she moaned as his fist forced its way through her tender muscles.

He pushed deeper and his fingers brushed against her womb. She waited with held breath until the pressure released in a deluge of fluid. The fist came out with the spray then shoved back in. Her mind began to wander to the comforting lusty corners of pleasure, until her womb was breached. Her eyes went wide and she stabbed the dagger into the dirt beside her as the first head began to crown through the tiny opening.

The fist went in, and a tiny screaming goblin came out. Sonja looked at the tiny green mass of wriggling limbs and smiled a warm relieved smile, then gestured to the edge of the cliff with her knife. The goblin frowned, then looked behind him to the cliff not one stride away. His head shook slightly and Sonja’s smile erased from her face.

“Over the edge. Dash him upon the rocks. Let this be the one good thing you do in all your life.”

The goblin looked at the babe in his hands, at the knife in Sonja’s then at the cliff.

“Do it!”

The goblin squeezed his eyes shut tight and spun, flinging the goblin into open air. Sonja’s mouth opened in a fascinated grin as the child sailed over the precipice, wailing into the morning air. There was an echoing impact, then silence.

The goblin turned back with tears in his eyes and Sonja pointed to her belly. “Again.”

This brood only had eight goblins. Enough for Sonja to scream in pain and moan in pleasure but it was much preferable to her last brood. The last goblin came screaming out of her and the Goblin held it, ready to fulfill his duty as executioner.

“Wait,” Sonja said, panting.

The goblin stopped and tilted his head slowly moving the babe closer to the edge. Sonja shook her great mane and he stopped. Pulling the goblin to his chest with a relieved sigh.

The warrior woman propped herself up on her elbows. “You didn't think I’d let you have all the fun did you?” She lifted her bare foot and kicked the goblin square in the face. His head snapped back and he reached for the ground with one hand while clutching the goblin with the other.

His claws dug into the dirt but his center of gravity was out over the edge. He toppled back and the rope went taught. Sonja could just see the top of his head as he fidgeted on the end of his line. She sat up more fully and watched his eyes bulge, watch his tongue loll and his legs kick. He didn’t let go of the babe though. Not until the flailing stopped. Then his muscles slowly relaxed. Urine dribbled from his ruined flap and his arms finally drooped, sending the terrified newborn spinning down below.

Sonja crawled forward and watched it strike the edge of the cliff and bounce out to a large flat rock where it joined its brothers as another dark spatter.

Sonja laid back against the log. She took a piece of bread from the village and watched a waterfall in the distance, past the slowly turning head of the goblin.