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Helen's Goblin Gang Bang
(Mike Hunt)

The beast standing before her snuffled again, and as Helen hung suspended above the ground he shed his cloak and stepped forward. Standing no taller than her shoulder he was still heavily muscled, leather straps ran from his back to his chest crossing at his sternum, his thick arms were heavy with scars, deep and ugly gashes that had obviously needed stitches but healed themselves without any medical attention.

Helen avoided his eyes, they were burning into her.

"It's ugly... but it smells ripe!" he growled.

Helen gasped, the creature was speaking English?

"Very ripe," a voice rasped behind her, the grip on her arms tightened and Helen felt a solid lump nudging against her skirt. "I can smell her juicy fuck hole from here, but that isn't what interests me right now, I have something a little more tight and tasty in mind."

"Put me down!" Helen found both her voice and a flush of indignation, creatures that were capable of speech must also be open to reason. Clearly there had been a misunderstanding, surely they could negotiate and discuss?

Slam! Her head whipped to the side as a heavy slap connected with her cheek.

"You are in no position to give commands." His voice cut through the sudden buzzing in her ears, "You are fuck meat and nothing more." He reached forward to lift the front of her skirt, Helen recovered her senses and kicked out, her shoe connecting with the forearm steadily approaching. Chuckling he slapped her leg aside and grabbing the front of her skirt he snatched the patterned pastel pink fabric destroying both waist button and zip in an instant. Seams strained and burst, the sturdy material tore, and with a sickening feeling of realisation Helen knew exactly what was going to happen next. Feebly she kicked again, he responded with another savage slap that brought tears to her eyes. 

"Do you want more of that fuck meat?" he asked as he raised his hand. Helen shook her head dislodging tears to trickle down her cheeks. She didn't want any more, she just wanted to wake up and find herself snuggled up under the covers next to Dave. She wanted to wake then heave a sigh of relief to discover that it had been nothing more than a dreadful nightmare.

"It looks tight." a slender finger tipped with a cracked and dirty nail hooked up into her cunt and behind her pubic bone, Helen gasped as he scratched inside her.

"I know this hole is tight without looking." the voice behind her chuckled, then she felt herself lifted and pulled closer again.

"Oh God NO!" she cried out in alarm as the hard yet fleshy end of a monster cock pressed hard against her tight and puckered entrance. "Pleaseeeeee!" she wailed, "I don't do that."

Her words were cut short as her eyes and mouth flew open wide, he had thrust up behind her, his iron hard cock forcing past her clenched sphincter until the flared, helmet shaped, glans entered her unwilling and virgin ass-hole. 

Gasping and gagging from the initial shock and jolt of pain Helen began to plead.

"So you don't do that? You do now slut." his finger pressed hard against his friend's cock through the thin membrane between ass and cunt. "Very soon you will find yourself doing lots of things you didn't before."

Helen squealed, the grip on her arms had relaxed and gravity had forced her body down onto the straining meat in her ass. Every second that she was unsupported gravity and her own body weight drove the massive cock deeper into her bowels, her head was spinning, her breathing fast and erratic.

Frantically she tried to collect her scattered wits and focus, the Goblin stood before her had produced a black blade and was edging it closer and closer to her belly.

"Now let's take a closer look." 

Imagining that he intended to stab her then slit her belly to spill her entrails Helen began to struggle and fight frantically, the cock up her ass throbbed as it pushed deeper, her writhing adding to the pull of gravity, spearing her. The blade came closer then hooked under her t-shirt, the back edge of the cold steel pressed against her skin, then as easily as slipping through soft butter it travelled up, her top shearing open silently until it reached her neck and fell open.

Helen felt sick, her fear had been that intense, now she was shaking as long bony fingers grasped and squeezed her breasts.

"Human females have such pathetic tits." he chuckled, "Not like our own females, you would be envious fuck meat if you had ever seen a pair of Goblin tits, so full and firm, so round and inviting... not like these pale pimples. But the size of you tits matters little, we didn't take you for these pathetic little things. Oh no, we took you for your tight holes... all of them."