---Khanya’s perspective---
I stand on the shuttlepad, facing my parents.
Unbidden, tears stream down from my eyes at the thought of the short time I’ve had with them here coming to an end.
With resigned smiles, both of them step forward to wrap me in a hug, my umZulu mum nearly a head shorter than me, my Britannian dad nearly as much taller.
“Don’t cry, sweetie!” Mum pleads, squeezing me around the middle with a little too much force.
“Once we have the buoy operational, we will be able to call you via its ansible.” Dad reassures, giving a much gentler hug around both me and her.
“I know…*sob*…I know…” I answer, unable to hold back my tears the way neither of them have any problem doing “…I’ll still *sob* miss you though!”
“We’ll miss you too, Yaya!” Mum smiles, pushing the air out of my lungs with another squeeze “We’ll miss you to death, every day!… You’re our universe, sweetie! Never forget that!”
A long moment of silence follows as the three of us embrace.
Then “Admiral Ledwaba, Vice Admiral Friedman, if I may suggest; we ought to proceed to board immediately to ensure a timely departure.” cuts in the flat voiced attachée who was standing off to one side for us to say our farewells.
Mum gives a long sigh at the woman’s words before saying “Duty calls…(!)” and reaching to my shoulder to pull me down to the level where she can touch her forehead to mine, one final time.
She releases me and steps back, allowing Dad to wrap me in his arms and kiss the same spot on my forehead that she just touched to hers.
I try my best to burn these moments into my memory for the years it will be before I can hug them again!
All too soon, he releases me too and they both walk away to the access ramp of the medium sized craft.
They’re about to spend three days on that ship, travelling back out to where the Wrath is stationed at the edge of the capital’s MEZ.
“Request permission to come aboard, Captain.” Mum says to the man at the top of the ramp, raising her fist briefly to her chest.
“Permission granted, Admiral!” returns the man along with her salute.
My parents walk up the incline and, as soon as they’ve reached the same level as the officer, he shouts “Raise the gangway! Make ready to depart!”
They turn back to wave as the ramp raises between us.
Fresh rivers of tears stream down my face as my heart breaks, seeing them go.
The ship sealed, the engines hum with the force of nullifying its inertia.
It lifts from the pad and ascends to the sky.
I watch until I can’t make out its shape anymore through the rippling pools forming between my eyelids.
Then I turn my face down and just sob…
---later that day---
My heart still aching with the bittersweet sting of farewell, I walk through my floor’s corridor, headed back to my apartment for the rest of the day… even though it’s only the middle of the afternoon…
I reach my hands under my glasses to rub my eyes, lightly sniffling.
My door opens for me and I walk through.
My window is at 85% opacity (as I’ve kept it every day for the last week), so there’s no view and my home is only dimly illuminated by the daylight outside.
I just want to sit in darkness for a bit so, going to activate the door lock, I’m not intending to clear the window or turn on the lights any time soon… but, as I see the panel, I frown…
Did I leave the privacy field on?
Well… either I did or…
My stomach drops and my eyes go wide.
“Hel… Hello?” I call out, trepidatiously edging forward into my dimmed apartment “Is anyone here?”
No answer comes.
I keep creeping forward, heart dancing an indlamu in my chest!
“If anyone’s here, I-”
I don’t get farther than that because, at that moment, I hear the rapid pitter patter of light footfalls coming up from behind me.
I have no time to turn before the sound of a jump is followed by something weighing about 10kg hitting me between the shoulderblades, hard!
My feet are suddenly tangled in some kind of cord that’s never been there before!
I topple forward, my head being pulled backwards by the one riding my shoulders, which keeps my face from being smashed into the floor.
My glasses are shaken off by the impact with the ground, skidding away out of reach, and, that instant, I feel the same tripline that brought me down being rapidly wound around my legs!
A hip height streek of light green rushes toward me from my left and a slightly larger light blue streek charges from my right!
My arms are forcefully wrestled behind me and my wrists lashed tightly together!
I open my mouth to cry out but, as soon as I do, it’s crammed full of wadded cloth, another length of cloth then immediately being passed over my now stuffed lips to detective-gag me more effectively than I would’ve thought possible!
Now that my every limb is bound and my screams stifled, the weight is removed from my shoulders.
The small hands withdraw from my wrists and ankles.
Stepping over my head comes a dark green skinned, digitigrade foot.
As the roughly 90cm tall man reveals himself, he’s joined by a slightly larger, older, blue skinned one with a stern face (otherwise inexpressive) and with white hair, plaited up to his scalp in five battle braids that hang down past his shoulders, a simpering one with slicked back, lemon yellow hair, teal eyes, bright green skin, dressed like a prince and two grinning, yellow skinned, yellow eyed, curly light brown haired boys in skimpy clothing.
The leader turns to look down, leering at me with a lascivious grin!
“Well, well, well, well, well… What’ve we caught ourselves here, boys(?)”
---the previous week---
ppp♫ I saw my baaaby
Crying hard as babes could cry!
Hmm-mmm-hm-m-m-m?
My baby’s hmm-hmm-hm
And left my ba-by bluuue!
Nooobody knew
What kind of ma-gic hmm-hm-hmm…♫ppp
I idly hum to myself as I (only slightly) dance down the corridor to V’s place, an enormous sack of popcorn tucked under my arm.
I’m ecstatic about the fact that we’re going to watch my favourite film together!
I really can’t believe she’s never seen it before!
I get to the door but, before I can request entry, it slides open.
Through it steps a towering, bipedal hexapod with a low gravity build, her skin mostly white but with pinkish osteoderms set into it.
Her eyes put me in mind of cracked open amethyst geodes and the cluster of antler prongs on her head looks sort of like she’s wearing a headdress of coral(!)
Her tail is most comparable to a xenomorph’s and, as a result, it took V volunteering to let herself be hit with that scythe (with all the strength this woman could muster behind it), demonstrating that it was nothing to be afraid of, for me to be able to mentally accept it.
The woman turns to me with ghostly grace and greets “Ms Friedman… Still wearing those unnecessary spectacles I see.” in a high, aethereal voice.
Smiling, I raise my right palm over my shoulder with my thumb away from the side of my hand, my middle and ringfinger splayed.
“Live long and prosper to you too, Wynythil(!)… Yes, I like wearing the glasses.”
She shakes her head in a Terran ‘no’ and responds “It is illogical to wear a device, the purpose of which was to correct vision in archaic periods, when you have no such visual impairment and the lenses have no prescription.” with a straightforward logicality, typical of Tythii (from what I understand.)
“They’re an aesthetic choice… I like the way they make me look…” I smile.
She pauses.
“You like to look like someone who wears pointless, outdated medical correction devices for a condition they do not possess?”
I chuckle at her (very genuine) puzzlement and shake my head.
She mirrors the action, looking exasperated at we Terrans’ steadfast refusal to abide by what she considers ‘logical’, then opens the door and gestures me in with her upper left hand.
“My wife is inside, Ms Friedman.” she states.
“Oh, you aren’t staying for the film, Wyny?”
“I am not. I have other engagements with my friends from my people’s embassy and little interest in spending hours watching what I understand to be fantastical nonsense that never happened and never could.” she answers, utterly oblivious to the insult she just gave.
“Aliens were fantasy until you weren’t, Wyny…” I giggle.
“The existence of nonTerrans has never been a fantasy, though the nonTerrans you contrived were. We have existed for far longer than your species has existed to imagine us.” she processes, immediately.
I sigh and decide to tease “You aren’t scared I’m going to turn your wife straight by exposing her to David Bowie’s trouser bulge(?)”
Cocking the osteoderms above her right eye, she says “Based on my own experience of what knowing that woman did to my (previously quite rational) sexual appetites, I would be more concerned that proximity to her will eventually turn you into a gynophile if I were you, Ms Friedman…”
Grinning, I ask “Was that a joke, Wyny?”
“How dare you.” she answers, her tone flat.
I laugh.
Then the two of us swap places as the 2.4m woman (2.7 if you include the antlers) glides away without saying goodbye and I step to the door she opened for me.
“Enjoy your engagements!” I call after her.
“And enjoy your farcical contrivances.” she replies without turning back.
“I will!”
“That you, Yaya?” shouts a voice from inside the apartment.
“It’s me, V!” I call back.
As I walk forward, the woman almost as tall as my dad steps out from the kitchen.
She wears a gorgeous purple outfit and has the sides of her head shaven bald.
On the top of her scalp, she has a forest of dreadlocks, shorter, darker and thicker than mine.
The skin creases around her heterochromic eyes as Vahatra ‘Purple’ Rain rushes forward to wrap me in a hug.
“There you are, girl!” she beams “How’s my favourite Human(?) Work treating you alright?”
Smiling up at her, I answer “Oh, you know… Those archives aren’t going to archive themselves(!)” earning a giggle before returning the question “And… how’s your work going? Not too run off your feet by having to look after the new deathworlders, are you?” pushing down the little sprout of jealousy as it tries to climb up from my stomach.
“*Sigh*… it’s a job that never ends, you know!” she sighs, exhaustedly.
“Mmm…” I acknowledge, smiling in a way that doesn’t reach my eyes.
V isn’t simply a dorm mother…
‘Residential Administrator’ is one of the most qualification intensive positions at the ODR!
She’s in charge of making sure every single individual of every single species of any given Class who’s being accommodated here is safe and comfortable, at all times, and anticipating anything that might pose any risk to safety or comfort for any of them!
It’s always seemed like an impossibly stressful profession! Not at all like mine! I was never even slightly jealous… until recently…
“Oh! Hey!” says V, releasing me and turning around to lead me to the lounge “Before we start the movie, I had something slightly… wild I wanted to put to you…”
“Oh?” I ask, following after her.
“Yeah… It’s a bit of a doozy… I think it might be something you’d be interested in, though… Just based on a few… socially lubricated conversations we’ve had in the past(!)” she smirks, sitting down on one of the sofas.
“Hmmm… Not sure I like where this is going, V(!)” I say, taking my seat on the same couch.
“Oh, you will… I’m pretty sure…” she says, pulling a pair of wineglasses toward herself and popping the cork out of a bottle of prosecco, pouring us each a glass.
At this point, a large, purple furred, carnivorous felinoid appears at my left.
I smile and reach my hands out to scratch under her chin.
She closes her entirely black eyes and growls a growl of contentment.
“hOw ArE yOu, SaRoBiDy!? HoW’s ThE bEsTeSt GiRl In ThE wHoLe, EnTiRe GaLaXy?!” I coo at the Lemaka predator as I scritch her.
Early on in my and V’s friendship, the fact that it was footage of her and this animal that finally convinced the man conducting our First Contact (the same one my parents are galivanting off to the other side of the galaxy with next week) that Terrans were deathworlders was something that never left my mind, when I was with them.
Now it seems normal!
I’m more amused by the disputes I’ve seen her and her wife get into over how logical or not it is to keep a deathworld obligate carnivore in a residential home on a gardenworld(!)
At this point, Sarobidy loses interest in my scritches and hops onto the sofa, lying down between us and placing her head on her mistress’s lap.
V hands me the drink she just poured me, over Sarobidy.
She holds out her glass for me to clink mine against (which she’s explained is not part of cheersing in Malagasy culture but she ‘puts up with it’ for my sake(!))
“Cheers.” I say.
“Joy.” she answers.
We each take a sip.
Then I place my glass back down on the coffee table and turn back to her.
“So… you were saying?” I ask, reaching out to run my fingers through the fur of Sarobidy’s haunch.
“Right… Yes…” she says, scritching between the snoozy pet’s ears “…So… It’s about the Twigg…”
My stomach swoops but I manage to stay outwardly calm as I ask “What about them?”
She hesitates, looking away, a smile irresistibly pushing itself onto her lips.
“Well… they… recently became aware of a certain… trope from Terran media…” her smirk deepens “…and… there’s a group of them that were a bit… keener on this particular trope than the others… The day before yesterday, they came to me to ask if I would be interested in… participating in it with them… and I had to gently explain, for the umpteenth time, what ‘marriage’ is, what ‘monogamy’ is and what ‘lesbians’ are(!)”
“…Riiight…?” I say, my insides roiling with apprehension.
“They took it well… and I thought that would be that… but, a little time afterward, I remembered some conversations I’ve had with you… I haven’t told them about you yet and I absolutely won’t if you don’t want me to but… it occurs to me that I have something of a matchmaking opportunity on my hands(!)”
My heart racing so hard it might beat out of my chest, I ask “And… what is this trope they’re so keen to participate in, V?”
---Kret’s perspective---
---Present---
I bare the fangs at the giant woman we’ve captured as she rolls around on the floor, the scream’s muffled for the mouth being gagged!
I feel the heart beat in the chest and the guts dance in the belly at what we’re about to do to her!
“We’ve caught ourselves a Terran, boys!” I say, grinning evilly.
The other four respond with cruel, cackling laughs… well, three of them do!
Don’t think I’ve ever heard the big guy, Kurmqul, say anything that wasn’t a grunt!
The only reason I knew he was up for this was that he was always sat nearby when we were discussing it, planning it and then followed along behind us whenever we went to actually do things about it(!)
“A fine beauty she is indeed!” says Mrolld, the Centrelander with the yellow hair and the long coat, flouncing towards her to run a hand against the face “This skin as smooth and brown as freshly sedimented clay! This hair the texture of pipeweed that’s ready to be smoked! This body so commanding and statuesque, rendered so helpless by the bonds we have bound it in!”
“Yeah… and I bet the tits are nice under that old lady dress she’s wearing!” says Fengtrok, one of the curly haired Westlands pair.
“Bet the arse is nicer!” contradicts Dorlao, the other.
“Tits!” snarls Feng.
“Arse!” answers Dorl.
“Tits!”
“Arse!
“TITS!”
“AR-”
“Guys!” I bark to interrupt “You don’t need to fight! There’s tits and arse both here so one of you can take the one and the other the other, riiiiight!?”
They both laugh and Feng replies “Smart! I like it!” knocking the knuckles on the side of the skull, which the translator tells me means the same thing to him as drumming the claws there would to me.
Mrolld is the only one here I’d be sort of able to understand without the thing on the temple.
Being from the place between South, West and North, he thinks he can talk to all Folk about as well as he can to me.
Too bad everything he actually says is such annoying, pompous, overblown drivel!
He’s not a bad fuck though… not that I’d tell him that(!)
I tear my mind off of the way I made him moan last night and back to the present situation.
One of the rules is ‘no sex with eachother while we’re doing this!’ All of our attention has to be on our victim!
I stride forward and draw the knife from my hip (an obsidian sharp bit of starfolk tech) and stride forward.
I barge Mrolld out of the way. He doesn’t hiss at me or anything, just repositions to the back of the head to keep stroking the hair, watching me.
The round pupiled brown eyes go wide as the woman sees what’s in my hand.
The screams increase and she starts thrashing in a way that makes very plain just what a large, powerful creature she is and how, even bound, the danger she might pose us is not gone!
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I growl and grab a handful of the hair, bringing the bared teeth to a palm away from the eyes.
I hold the knife up for her to see and order “Stay still! I don’t want to cut you!”
She stills and quiets, just shuddering slightly in a way I guess she can’t help.
I smirk and reach a hand out to the neck hole of the frumpy old lady dress she wears, despite apparently only being in the [20s].
That’s proportionately younger for Humans than it is for us, since they live over [100 years] without [regen], meaning she’d only be a quarter of the way through a natural life… instead of half!
I poke the knife through the pinky-purple fabric (in no danger of cutting her right now but prepared to withdraw the blade the instant she starts thrashing again) and slide it down the front to open up the dress.
She moans and screws up the part of the face I can see above the gag I put on her.
It would absolutely break the heart to ruin such a large amount of good cloth like I am but… well, I don’t really have space in the brain for thoughts like that right now!
“Look!” jeers Feng, pointing “She’s wearing red underwear! Isn’t that the ‘[slut]’ colour to Terrans!? I bet she was hoping for this(!)”
I stand back up and walk back to the gagged head, glancing down to check that, indeed, the woman is wearing underwear much sexier than the long, dowdy dress she wore over the top of it would’ve let on!
“That true, big girl?… Were you hoping to get ambushed by a group of horny Goblin boys like us?… Hoping to get tied up and carried off to be used as the breeding [sow] you are?… Did you wear the sexy underwear for us?” I ask with gleeful spite in the voice, already knowing the answer she can’t give “Well… not that it matters to us!” I continue, sliding the knife under the left shoulder on the dress and slicing through to get that sleeve started “Whether you did or didn’t want this, it’s happening now!... Roll her over…” I stand back up and the others manage to push her from lying on the right to the left side. Bending down again to slice through the other shoulder, I continue “So… my advice… lie back… and just try to enjoy yourself(!)”
---Khanya’s perspective---
My dress is ripped off of me!
The crowd of lecherous little men surge around me, ten lustful little hands and five slavering maws helping themselves to any part of my bound body that they please, heedless of my stifled yelps or my thrashing and struggling!
Fifty greedy little fingers and five invasive tails slide through my hair, around my neck, down my spine, along my legs, under my lingerie…
There’s nothing I can do to resist and they know it… I’m already theirs, they’ve already won… Whatever happens next is up to them!
Then “Stupid!” snarls the leader, rounding on the curly haired pair “Why did you tie the feet like that!?”
Backing up in alarm from the second strongest and first fiercest man in the room, one of the pair answer “…To… err… to stop her from running?”
“Or kicking us?” adds the other.
“We need to get her upstairs, don’t we!?… We talked about this! You were supposed to tie the ankles with…” he puts his hands about 40cm apart “…this much tether between them!… That way, we could’ve got her on her feet and forced her to walk herself up there, couldn’t we!”
“Sorry, Kret… we forgot.” says one, ashamed
“Should we untie and tie them again?”
The leader looks to me, considering.
“No…” he finally decides “…we carry her!”
“That’s…! She’s got to weigh more than all of us put together!” objects one of the ones who didn’t do my feet right.
“Then we’ll need to put our backs into it, won’t we!” snarls the one apparently called ‘Kret’, in a tone that brooks no argument.
“The weight of this fair maiden shall be as nothing to me! I could carry her to the bedchamber singlehandedly, such is the force of my passion!” proclaims the ostentatious little princeling, so enamoured with my hair that he’s all but dryhumping the back of my head!
Exasperatedly, Kret patronises “Suuure you could, Mrolld… but let’s all do it together anyway… just in case, hmmm?”
“Very good, Sir! A group effort it is then!” says the one called ‘Mrolld’ in a way that’s begging for a ‘tally-ho’ or an ‘eh-wot’ added (!)
“You two…” Kret barks authoritatively at the failed anklebinders “…you’re on the legs, one of you on one side at the shins, the other at the thighs.”
“I call thighs!” proclaims the one who speculated that my arse was probably nicer than my tits, earlier.
“Hey! No fair!” objects the one who’s been rubbing his face on my chest since the free-for-all began.
“You can play with the tits more once she’s upstairs!” snarls Kret “Kurmqul! You’re on lower torso, on the opposite side to Dorlao!” he orders the older one.
“Mmm…” grunts the stern faced man in agreement.
“I’ll take upper torso and Mrolld can take the head… Everyone in positions!”
“Fear not, fair maiden! No harm shall befall this cranium while I hold charge of it!” asserts Mrolld from behind me, earning an eyeroll from Kret.
The other for line up, two on each side of me.
Kret dominates my field of view to my left.
“Everybody ready…” they all bend down to dig their hands between me and the floor “…aaaaand lift!”
With a lot of straining, I’m heaved into the air, each one supporting more than their own mass’s worth of me… except for the princeling… who I’d guess to be supporting about half of his.
Having hoisted me up, the little band of Goblin ravagers coordinate me to be carried aloft to the bottom of the stairs.
The first attempt to climb ends with Mrolld tripping over backwards on the bottom step, having his chest crushed between my head and the second one.
After he’s been scolded for that carelessness, the five of them rally for a another attempt.
This time, my upper body is folded upward as they start ascending with me.
It’s impressive… but terrifying!
If they get all the way to the top and drop me, I’m going all the way down with my arms and legs bound!
I’m too scared to struggle here.
Eventually, I feel my head and shoulders angle back relative to the rest of me and, finally, my whole body levels out on the landing.
The one I think is called Dorlao, though he has been carrying his weight, has been doing so with a hand slipped beneath my panties and squeezing my left arse cheek the whole way!
I hear my bedroom door slide open behind my head.
My body is turned and I’m able to see my bed, the four cuffs of underbed restraints already laid out for me at the top and bottom.
I quiver in fear and redouble my struggling.
“OK, she’s gotta go over Kurmqul and Fengtrok onto the bed… everyone get ready to lift her up!” orders Kret from above my left breast.
My right side approaches the left side of my bed.
“Now!”
All four of the visible heads disappear beneath me as I gain 50cm of elevation and, terrifyingly, lose most of my stability!
I’m tipped over the one supporting my lower back and the one on my lower legs, rolling into the middle of my bed, face down.
Immediately, the cuffs are fastened around my wrist and ankles, just above the bindings that were already there.
“I’m about to cut the ties!” says a voice from on top of me “Everyone be ready to start tightening the straps as soon as I do! Kurm, right arm! Mrolld, left! Feng, right leg! Dorl, left!”
I hear the sound of a tiny knife unsheathing.
“Ready… Now!”
The briefest tug at my wrist cords then another at my ankles and the tension is released, the wielder quickly dismounting the bed to get away from my momentarily mobile limbs.
Immediately though, a new tension starts to be applied as the straps attached to the wrist and ankle cuffs begin to be ratcheted taut!
I flail and squirm, vainly fighting to escape these cruel little men and their nefarious designs on my person!
For this brief moment, I have the chance to stop them having their wicked way with me… Then that chance disappears…
The tension flips me over onto my back, then removes all but the barest mobility from my limbs… just enough to struggle fruitlessly!
I look around and see the ten, slit pupiled eyes, lust burning behind all of them, all pointed to me… at my body… all planning how they’ll violate me in every way I can imagine and others I can’t!
A maelstrom of emotions rises in my chest as the terrifying leader remounts the bed and treads to my chest, knife drawn.
“You’re all for us, now, aren’t you!” he mocks, cruelty in his voice “We can have any part of you we want!… Do whatever we want with you!… All that size, all that strength and what good is it to you now(?)… Now you’ve become the prey of we Goblin men!”
The blade slides under the bridge of my strapless bra, slicing upward and causing the cups to fall away to either side, exposing my breasts.
That moment, the emotions I’m experiencing become too much to bear!
Uncontrollable sobs burst forth and tears sting my eyes.
The little man who just cut my bra off me twitches his head, all his cruelty instantly evaporating.
A look of confusion spreads across his face as he stands up and backs away.
“Everyone out!” he announces, indicating that he includes himself in ‘everyone’ by being the first to stride to the door and that he doesn’t include me by leaving me behind, strapped to the bed, tears streaming down my face and soaking into the cloth gag.
“But…?” starts Dorlao.
“NOW!” orders Kret.
A moment more’s hesitation before the other four follow after him, vacating my room and leaving me behind, all tied up with nowhere to go!
---Kret’s perspective---
“She’s crying!” I say into the huddle, incredulously “Something’s obviously wrong and we need to find out what!”
“But… wouldn’t she’ve used the gagged [safeword] if she wanted us to stop?” asks Feng.
“OK, show of hands, who here is absolutely certain she hasn’t gone ‘Mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm!’ while shaking the head at any point since we gagged her?” I demand.
No hands are raised and the faces I see are not quite the absolute certainty I wanted to(!)
Everyone’s genuinely having to think about it…
“*sigh*… well if none of us can guarantee that that hasn’t happened, then…”
“Wait… hang on! She wouldn’t’ve just done it once, would she!? If she wanted us to stop and we didn’t notice the first time, she would’ve kept doing it until we did!” points out Dorlao, reasonably.
I mull that over for a moment before saying “But why is she crying then?! She could stop us at any point but she’s crying!… Are we not doing it right?… Is there something we’re missing and she’s crying because she’s… upset that we’re doing it bad, maybe?”
No one answers, all (except Kurm) contorting the faces in thought.
Then, a horrible idea occurs to me “What if… what if she hasn’t used the [safeword] because she doesn’t know the safeword!?”
“Fine sir!” scoffs Mrolld “The fair maiden was the one who supplied us with the [safewords], both for a stopped and unstopped mouth! How would it be that she would not know the very thing we learned from her!”
“Did she give us the [safeword]?” I ask, pointedly.
“What do you mean?” frowns Feng “Of course she gave us the [safeword]! It was in the [wideo crontat], right?”
“The [video contract] that was given to us by Vahatra… We only think that she and this woman are friends because she told us, don’t we?” the face contorts in dread “We know starfolk can make [videos] of things that never happened but look so real we can’t tell the difference… What if… what if she hates this woman… and faked the [video] to send us here, to do this to her… to torment her or something!?”
“But…” objects Dorl “…Vahatra… couldn’t, could she? In the [video], Khanya walked around the whole apartment and showed us where everything was and, when we got here, everything was exactly where she said it would be and the way she said it would be! The only way Vahatra could’ve faked all that is… if… she…” trailing off.
“If she had the ability to change any [holo] to let it open anywhere in the living halls?… Like she did for us, you mean? The way she gave the [holos] we carry the ability to open this apartment? Who’s to say she didn’t just come in here and search the place to find out how everything was… then fake the video?… If she tells us ‘Yes! She likes it! She’s only pretending not to!’ we don’t know the difference, do we?!”
Everyone breathes in as the plausibility of what I’ve suggested hits them.
“That villainess!” cries Mrolld “That [shrew]! That [harpy]! If she seeks to make a true despoiling cur of me…!!!”
“Alright, calm down! We don’t know that yet… it’s just a possibility…” I point out to the pretty doofus “It could also be that this isn’t Khanya Friedman. That, like, she has an identical twin and we’ve accidentally come here on the one day Mhanya Friedman (knowing nothing about us and not into this at all) is staying here instead? Khanya might’ve forgotten to warn us?… Or maybe it is Khanya and she somehow lost the memory of asking us here to do this to her?… I’m sure there are a million things I haven’t thought of that could be why she’s crying… There’s only one way to find out…”
In unison, we all stand, apprehensively breaking from the huddle and turning to the door.
---Khanya’s perspective---
My bedroom door slides open revealing the little crowd of Goblin ravagers…
My sobbing fit abated while they were out of the room, having their murmured discussion on the other side of the door, but my face is still wet with tears.
The five men don’t have the same lustful, rapacious cruelty in their expressions that they did before… If anything, they look a bit sheepish!
The leader approaches my bed and casually hops up about 80% of his height to land on the mattress.
He approaches my head and kneels down in the space below my restrained left arm.
What’s happening here?
He extends his hands to the back of my head and my detective-gag falls from my face.
Bringing his fingers to my lips, he pinches the spit-sodden, wadded fabric of my stuff-gag and withdraws it from my mouth.
Able to speak freely for the first time since my capture, I say nothing, just frowning at him, quizzically.
His first question takes me completely off guard!
“Are you Khanya ‘Quiet’ Friedman? The [digital archivist]?”
“…Yeeeees?” I answer, a little incredulously.
“Hello, Khanya. My name is Kret… Could you tell me if Vahatra ‘Purple’ Rain is a friend to you?”
“Yes! She IS!” I scowl.
“And… did you invite us here through her?”
“Where is your brain!?” I snarl, switching to my mum’s language (not that it makes any difference to their ability to understand me) “What exactly are you thinking, asking this?!”
He starts backward with a horrendously unattractive look of shock and concern on his too handsome face.
“Well… I… we…”
“Why are you breaking character!? I didn’t use the safeword!!!”
“Well, no… but you were crying? I thought it was a good idea to just check everything was alright!”
“Of course I was crying!” I snarl, letting out the part of myself I inherited from the woman called ‘ROAR’ “I’m a damsel in distress being taken advantage of by five lustful Goblin men! You have me gagged and bound to my bed, completely at your mercy! Crying is part of the fantasy!!!”
Stunned, he takes a second to compute that before asking “Wait… so… you… enjoy crying?… You’re alright?”
“I was alright! I was enjoying it! Until you forgot that you were supposed to be a band of kidnapping, despoiling, violating Goblin raiders and became a group of polite little gentlemen!… If I’d wanted mild manners, I’d’ve found some Zukiv or Feworen to do this fantasy with years ago!”
“Soooo… you… don’t want us to let you go, then?”
The fires of rage flare up within me at the boy’s continued incompetence “What. I. WANT. is for you to put my gag back in and not take it out, unless you hear the safeword, have a cock to shove down my throat or are all done having your wicked ways with my helpless body! What I WANT is to be able to get overwhelmed and start crying without you lot turning into a bunch of paper lions and tree climbers about it! I WANT some Twigg who can give me the fantasy I’ve had since the first time I ever touched myself! I WANT to be a helpless, captive Goblin breeding sow and I WANT you to be cruel and evil about it! I WANT you to take off your clothes and R-Aghnmngm!”
---Kret’s perspective---
The hand is on top of the wadding that I’ve just stuffed back between the teeth of the giant woman.
Furious brown eyes stare back at me from the tear stained face, below a pair of angry eyebrows, as the chest heaves with angry breaths.
The enormous, brown nose flares and sneers above the hand and I feel as rivers of air flow across the knuckles, then back.
The Terran and I just stare at eachother, silently, for a few moments while I desperately try to think of how to unfuck this!
Stupid!
I was stupid and I’ve ruined it!!!
She had so few rules!
She didn’t want us doing it with eachother, just her, she didn’t mind if girls were here but only wanted to be touched by boys (not that any Folk girls were interested), she wanted us to take her to the bedroom where the bed restraints were but, most crucially, she didn’t want to know when it was going to happen or who was going to be doing it! She wanted both of those things to be a surprise!
She purposefully didn’t want to meet us first because she didn’t want to know us as ‘decent, respectful boys’ before she knew us as evil greedies, breakers, takers!
She didn’t care if we were ugly and (except for a few really gross things that I don’t think any of us were interested in) she didn’t care what we wanted to do to her!
I’ve just broken one of the very few rules she gave us! ‘Don’t stop unless I use the [safeword]’!
My stupidity just stopped the whole thing dead and spoiled what was the first time doing this [fantasy] for all six of us!
Now she knows I’m ‘decent and respectful’ and she’s never going to unknow that!
Unless…?
“Ha… Ha ha ha… Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” I fake laugh, pulling the gag cloth back up over the stuffed lips and refastening it there.
I stand up and roar in pretend laughter, throwing back the head and closing the eyes!
“HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
I turn my head down to see Mrolld, Feng and Dorl, all looking back at me, very confused.
Even Kurm has a very light frown twisting the eyebrows down!
“She fell for it, guys!… Ha ha ha!” I grin, doing my best to slip back into my character and inwardly begging the others to catch on and go along with it “She actually thought I was offering to let her go!… HA ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!”
Mrolld, clearly not having caught on yet, starts “But weren’t w-?” but I cut him off.
“She FELL for our joke!… The joke we were playing on her!”
Realisation slowly starts dawning on all four of the faces and they begin to chuckle along with me.
Soon, all of us are genuinely actually laughing.
Mrolld giggles, Feng and Dorl cackle and even Kurm lightly chuckles as I lead the way in restarting the [fantasy].
I start to pace across the bed, standing over the restrained Terran behind me and the four Folk between me and the door, saying “This dumb, gullible [sow] thought that she had a chance to escape! She thought we were actually just going to… untie her! Leave without enjoying what we came for! How stupid can you be!? How stupid does she think we are!”
I turn around to see the anger gone from the face. The giant woman with the tearstained cheeks just looks back up at me… considering.
I’ve almost got the mood back… I just need to…?
I take a step to place the left foot between the thighs, letting the tailbrush come down to tickle the inside of the right one.
With the right foot, I bring down a hard kick on the front of the ribcage, just between and below the two bare, brown tits, each the size of a Folk head!
She grunts from surprise and the air being pushed from the lungs, even if I’m fairly sure the hardest kick I could give wouldn’t actually do much more than bruise her!
I can feel the power and solidity Terrans get from being so much larger than us, beneath my toepads!
I extend the leg at the hock and she allows me to push her chest back down into the bed.
Baring the fangs in an evil grin, I extend an indexclaw to point at the gagged face, between the widening brown eyes.
Relishing the fear I can see returning to the expression, I say “You’re [ours] now, big girl! You [belong] to us! We’re never letting you go! For the rest of your life, you’ll be nothing but our [sow]! ‘Khanya Friedman’? No longer! Your name will be [Slave] from now on! We’ll use you whenever and for whatever we want!… Friends? Job!? No, no, no, no, NO! Someone else will have to [archive] the [digitals] because the ‘job’ you do just became ‘Goblin [breedstock]’(!)… We’re your only friends now(!)”
---Khanya’s perspective---
As Kret draws his knife and bends down to slice through the wings of my panties to expose my soaking pussy, I have to admit, he recovered well!
Under the circumstances, that quick thinking bit of improv is probably about as good as he could have played off the interruption!
As he begins to strip off his skintight, nanoforged, green jumpsuit, revealing his well muscled alien chest, I feel myself sinking back into subspace.
I let my anger at the unnecessary interruption melt away as I turn my head to see the other four joining him in stripping down.
The brunet pair, Dorlao and Fengtrok (I think), remove their very skimpy clothing to go from leaving little to the imagination to nothing at all!
The strong, silent, older Northerner, Kurmqul, bares a stout, muscular chest and arms that undoubtedly make him the strongest Twigg here…
The little princeling, Mrolld, drops his floor length coat to unveil slim, well formed limbs, a slender chest and (ludicrously disproportionate to the rest of him) a package, initially contained in a manthong until he liberates it!
He wouldn’t be a bad size for a Human!
I would not’ve bet on him being the best endowed one here!
They’re all a bit cuter than in my fantasies…
Then again, would I actually prefer them to be all hideously ugly or is the detail of Goblins being ugly just something to hammer home that ‘You don’t have a choice in this, sweetie!’ feeling?
I decide that I actually prefer them just as they are, adorable handsome faces and all!
“I’m gonna loosen the legs to get at that arse!” announces Dorlao as the four of them start to mount my bed.
“I call tits!” claims Fengtrok.
“I shall take the womanhood of this fair maiden, as is only right and proper!” states Mrolld, relieving me that he isn’t planning to wank off into my dreads(!)
Kurmqul makes his selection known by positioning himself on the pillows, at the upper right of my bed, and wordlessly manipulating my cuffed right hand to his erect chode, encouraging me to start masturbating it… which I do.
“I want that mouth… I wanna look this [sow] in the eyes!” says Kret in a way that telegraphs the sense that that was his genuine first choice and, if he had preferred a part of me that had already been chosen by someone else, they’d simply have to wait their turn… whether or not that’s actually true…
Fengtrok comes down to straddle my midriff, pushing my breasts together for a titfuck.
My hips are twisted 90° to my upper body, placing my arse on my right and my pussy on my left.
Dorlao enthusiastically wedges himself into the space between me and the slope my weight puts in the mattress to start aligning his erect cock with my arsehole.
Mrolld slips his lower body into the space between my thighs and inserts his (satisfactorily sized) member inside me while romancing my stomach(!)
Kret stamps toward my head on my left, his demeanour leaving no doubt as to who is in charge here!
Standing almost fully up, he’s none the less able to press his erect cock into my face, due to the height my head gains from the pillows.
“Take a good look, [bitch]! You’re going to be seeing a lot of Goblin dick from now on!” he leers, venomously.
My gag is pulled out and my mouth unstuffed immediately before his cock is shoved in.
I contort my lips and tongue to avoid giving him a cheesegrater, trying to be subtle about it so it doesn’t seem, to him or me, like I’m as into this as I am(!)
Every part of my body now being violated by my captors, I stare up into the slitpupiled, green eyes of the (at least in this room) Goblin chieftain and melt with a genuine contentment I’ve never felt before, as fresh tears stream down my face!
---Kret’s perspective---
The six of us laugh as we watch the [porn] that Khanya was just telling us about, on the far wall of the bedroom, all of us washed and Khanya wearing a dressing gown while the [forge] repairs the dress and underwear I destroyed earlier.
Khanya is sat up in the middle of the bed with Mrolld and Kurmqul cozying under the right and left arms, Dorlao and Fengtrok are nestled into the space between the legs, me riding the shoulders with the feet tucked into the clothes, against the gigantic tits and the arms wrapped around the forehead.
The Terran actress on screen is trying VERY hard to give the idea that the Feworens are simply too powerful for her to overcome in those numbers but, from the way the body moves, it’s very obvious that she’s letting them pull her over and cooperating with them as they tie her up!
We got that part right at least…!
Guilt stings me and, as she turns off the [video], I say “Hey… Khanya? I’m really sorry about…”
“Don’t apologise.” she says, firmly, voice tickling the legs through the neck “You did the right thing… I’m sorry I got angry at you. I was wrong to do that.”
“But…” I frown “…I ruined the first time you had that [fanta-]!”
“You didn’t ruin anything!… I didn’t warn you I might cry, so you didn’t know! You thought something might be wrong, so you checked! I’d far rather my Doms do that than just ignore any doubt and assume everything must be fine!… I got angry in the moment because it felt (however irrationally) like you guys were just needlessly clamjamming me(!) I was frustrated because I’d been pulled out of subspace and that was jarring for me, so I let out my inner firebrand, but that was wrong… Please continue to check in if you’re ever in any doubt. I wouldn’t want it any other way… Oh! And, that improvised recovery?! Playing the consent check in off as a cruel joke!? Chef’s kiss!… Perfection!”
Stunned, it takes me a moment to realise “‘Continue’? So, we’re invited back then?”
“Definitely!” she states, decisively “Just give me all your holocoms before I go to work tomorrow and I’ll let you know if there are ever days I can’t do… Otherwise, same rules as this time!”
“Cool…” I grin, glee welling up inside me “…we’ll look forward to it!”
“So will I!” she answers before asking “You boys all happy to sleep here tonight? I’m sure I could make five Twigg sized portions of pancakes for breakfast?”
---Vahatra’s perspective---
“Heeello?” I answer my holo.
“V! It’s me! They did it! Last night! The Twigg boys! They just left!” comes Yaya’s excited voice over the line.
I break into a grin without breaking stride from my walk to work, simply asking “Good?”
“Oh my GOD, V!… You have no idea! It was everything I ever hoped!… THANK YOU, SOOOOO MUCH!!!!!”
“You’re welcome, Yaya!… Wait… so, like, this must’ve been right after you said goodbye to your mum and dad then?”
“Yeah!… I mean, I probably wouldn’t have chosen to do it then if I’d been scheduling it… but that is the nature of an open-ended, choose-your-moment invitation, I guess! It definitely took my mind off things if nothing else(!)… And they managed to pick the one day since I gave you the video for them that I got home too distracted to be expecting them, too!”
“I’m really happy for you, Yaya! Listen, just on my way into work right now. Do you wanna come over to mine and tell me all the juicy details this evening?”