The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The cavern’s mouth loomed before us. Dark, ominous, there was absolutely nothing good down there but it was where we were headed regardless.

“Before we do this, I want to make one thing clear. If you think goblins are nothing but tiny, dim witted brutes, think again. Yes, they don’t read or write, and you damned sure won’t see one compose a symphony, but that just makes them uncultured, uncivilized. Savage, yes, but not stupid. Never stupid.”

“Truth is, the tricky little bastards are clever like you wouldn’t believe. We step into the dark, it means we’re in their world, not ours. Just because we’re sneaking in the back doesn’t mean the place won’t be full of tricks and traps. So if you don’t pay attention to even a single other word I say, heed this: Be Careful.”

“Yeah. Careful, got it.” Eilefindel said, absently tugging her slender, pointed ears as she failed to hide her nervousness. She frowned, eyeing the dark, gaping maw ahead.

There were five of us that had dared to make the journey. Eilefindel was a priestess of the light. Young, at least for an elf. Barely out of her novitiate, but one day her power would be the stuff of legends. Self confidence was all she lacked, and taking down the Goblin King would go a long way towards fixing that. Already powerful, another hundred years of experience would make her a force to be reckoned with.

Normally, the dark was as far from her element as you could imagine, but given the right tools, that just made her all the more deadly to the goblins. She was the reason this whole crazy thing was actually going to work, the rest of us just had to get her there safely.

“Someone needs to end them,” Sable said as she absently spun a blade between her fingertips. “They’re growing bolder every year. It’s not just isolated farms and villages. Davenport was the first. It’s not going to be the last.”

Choking out the last of the words, she slammed the dagger back into its sheathe.

I could still picture the burnt out shells of the houses they’d lit to distract the watch. The shattered faces of the survivors who’d believed themselves safe behind their walls. Wondering if they’d ever see the missing girls again. They wouldn’t. Never again. Not unless they were taken too. We’d tried to save them, tried to end it. We’d failed.

Not this time. Not here, not now. Where force had failed, stealth would prevail.

It had to.

Sable had been one of the survivors, and one of the few to confront the menace instead of hiding. Quick on her feet even then (quick enough to avoid being taken, though she was exactly the sort of beautiful young woman that slavers most favored), time and experience had honed her talents into a fine art. Single handedly destroying no less than half a dozen raiding parties and driving off countless others, she had by far the most experience hunting goblins. I knew I’d have to have her on my team. It hadn’t been easy. The dusky rogue had been skittish from the first about actually venturing underground.

For a moment, no one spoke. Not until our second elf chose to break the silence.

“Mmmm, I love it when you get all... fierce like that,” said Katile as she stood off to the side. The corner of her mouth raised as she stared down at Sable’s toned rear.

Sable spun, catching the elf’s all too open stare. Snarling softly, one hand dropping to her daggers even as the other tugged at her clothing, trying to hide the pert behind that had caught Katile’s attention. A futile effort. However modest and practical her clothing might be, it could do little to hide her obvious charms. Years of free living and struggle had left her lean and slender. Long limbs and taut muscles accentuating curves that could easily have belonged to a soft, lovely courtesan in a different, happier life.

Though it would be a shame to see that lovely behind covered by the long, top-accentuating gowns so popular in softer circles.

“Say that again, trollop,” she snarled. “Go on, I dare you. Give me a reason to show you just what fierce means!”

Katile smiled, so supremely confidence in herself, sure that she could handle anything that Sable -or the world, for that matter—could throw at her. She opened her mouth again.

Damn it all, we needed them both!

“Girls,” I barked sharply. Commanding as only a knight commander could be, “Enough. You know who we’re supposed to be fighting here. We will Not do their work for them.“

Katile smiled again, but nodded softly and stepped back. It was easy to see why the two never got along. Where Sable was hard and wild, Katile was nothing but soft, luscious curves. A far cry from Sable’s woodwise, practical clothing, Katile all but spilled out of her tight gown. Ornate, bordering on absurdly so, it was the sort of dress that just shouldn’t work. Tight, strapless, it barely managed to cover her all too generous chest. The high slitted skirts should have been all but impossible to move in, yet somehow she made it work. Traveling, even fighting in garments that should have fallen off at the first sudden movement. Yet all the while, it managed to stay more perfect, more immaculate than Sable’s simpler gear.

Magic, obviously. A subtle display of power. One that spoke of her skill, if you paid attention.

Perhaps, too, Sable saw in Katile everything she had lost. Urbane, civilized, and utterly unlike the light elves, her people oh so innately tied to the hustle and bustle of the crowds. Urban beings in a way that Sable had once been and would likely never be again, a crimson elf like Katile must been a particularly painful reminder of the past.

A stark contrast to the pale and fire haired Eilefindel, Katile’s skin was a flat shade of red that contrasted sharply with the elf’s midnight blue hair. Like so many of her people, Katile’s magic was fueled by emotion. Passion and desire, in her case, a fact plainly advertised by her every appearance. Favoring the crowds that only a human city could provide, they had long earned their reputation. Both the good and the bad.

“Oh, you’re no fun,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “But you are right. Let us focus on our true goal. That big old goblin treasure horde.”

“Is it not enough that we right a terrible injustice?” Asked the final member of our group.

Tall, loud, and often boisterous, Jaie was a warrior out of legend. Survivor of a thousand battles, mistress of a hundred weapons. Just name a land, and it was likely she had fought there.

Though clearly human, no one knew how old Jaie truly was. Centuries at least, if the legends spoke true. Some said that she had fought Death himself, wresting her soul free from his icy grasp. Others that she had conquered a pantheon of gods and wrested their immortality from them, or had she instead saved them and been granted a boon. None knew.

“I’m sure that a big, strong warrior like you can take care of all that and still have time to take a little... something extra,” she slid against Jaie, long fingernails lightly scratching the warriors arm as she ran her fingers along the layers of taut muscle. For a brief instant, Jaie’s eyes glazed over, but only for a moment. Shrugging her arm out of the elf’s grip, she shot the woman a dark scowl.

The tallest of us, and the strongest, Jaie managed to make raw power and athleticism look good in a way I could only envy. Arms and legs stacked with powerful muscles, her bare midriff showing a stomach that was nothing short of chiseled perfection yet still managed to flow perfectly into a flawless picture of femininity meshing well with her wide hips and perky breasts.

The warrior wore little, claiming that discipline and skill were of greater virtue than any armor could be. Clad only in a tight chest wrap and sparse loincloth that dangled almost to her knees, there was nonetheless a solid self-possession to it. Though her outfit showed more skin than Katile’s, it was clear that the elf’s clothing existed to display her body. Katile’s simply was.

Personally, I’d leave the whole “no armor” thing to Jaie. I missed my elf-forged plate. So wonderful in battle, but just as impractical for stealth. Instead I was dressed simply. Like Sable, though mine in padded cloth rather than tight leather.

“Enough,” Jaie said, her fingers barely brushing the handle of the long sword hanging from her hip. “So long as you have the map to the beast’s lair, we shall have no problems.”

“I have it,” I said, “just remember our deal. We take the king alive, to face justice before all the world.”

For the hundredth time, I felt for the bindings at my waist, just opposite my own sword. Sorcerer or not, the penitent’s collar would hold him well after we had captured our prisoner. All the way home for the public trial he so deserved. Far too many of my sword sisters had been lost gaining the knowledge we would need to defeat the Goblin King. I just hoped it would be worth it.

We had underestimated them the first time. With our “perfect” blend of battle magic and brawn, we imagined the goblin menace could offer no challenge. A belief only strengthened when their pitiful armies melted away before us. Attacking in force, our knights had charged forth against the goblin horde only to see them flee screaming into their caves. Charging blindly, we had never imagined what awaited underground.

Now, we were all but gone. When the survivors retreated to lick our wounds and rebuild, it was I, the last Knight Commander of the Golden Valkyries, who had remained. After watching helplessly as our great army returned to camp a trickle of broken survivors, I had sworn to remain and seek justice.

It was too late for them, my poor sisters who had been chained, broken, and sold like some common rabble, but justice would never rest. Our terrible defeat had at least gained us this: we had penetrated deeply enough before the fall that we alone held a map of their foul dimense. And we had discovered a back entrance.

For my penance, I remained while the others left to rebuild. Remained to plan, to recruit those strong enough to stand against them, stealthy enough to sneak in, crafty enough to steal the Goblin King from the center of the wretched hole he called a home and end his depredations once and for all.

We descended down into the twisting tunnels, the few scraps of power our priestess could grasp used to grant us vision in the inky depths. The place was a nightmare of twisting, branching passageways. I could see why our knights had found it so easy to get ambushed. Without the hard won map, it would have been all too easy to become hopelessly lost.

Five times, Katile sensed goblin ahead, but each time care and magic were sufficient to mask our presence.

Several hours took us almost through the caves. Just a little longer, and we would be into the realm of the goblins itself.

“Just, let me rest for one moment,” gasped Eilefindel. Powerful, but apparently not used to the rigors of battle. “I just need to sit down a moment before we continue, then I’ll be good.”

“Fine,” Sable said crossly, “but be careful, there’s all sorts of tra—”

Even as she spoke, Eilefindel brushed up against an a hidden tripwire. In a flash, half a dozen ropes sprung to life, whipping out at our group. Eilefindel was taken instantly, tied and bound before she had time to cry out or call her magic. One came for me, but the barest expression of power was enough to send it limp to the ground. Katile did likewise, and I looked up just in time to see Sable duck and roll her way out of the twisting ropes, watching them knot up as they tried in vain to follow her movements. Jaie, on the other hand, fared about as well as the priestess.

“You take the warrior,” Katile said with a smirk “I want to play with little sunny for a bit.”

I grumbled at her to stop playing around, but was more concerned with getting our group moving again. The ropes had driven Jaei to her knees, twisting and pulling until even her battle honed strength could no longer fight. Arms behind her back, so low they were almost touching the floor. Legs heavily wrapped, pulling back on her haunches and arching her back to lewdly display her breasts. Speaking of which, the ropes had coiled around those as well, wrapping tight both under and over, plastering her clothes to them in a way that was positively indecent. A long cord trailed from the span wrapping her neck. Had she been discovered alone, it would have served as a fine leash.

She squirmed, fighting the bonds, letting out little gasping mewls with every movement. Funny, it didn’t sound like pain.

Then I noticed the rope coiled between her legs. Knotted, it had settled right up against the button of her slit, grinding tight against it with every motion. Yet still she fought, gasping with unwelcome pleasure all the while.

“If you say even one word,” she threatened.

“Relax,” I said, “or I’ll leave you for her redness over there.”

“I—No, thank you. Please, release me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said as I ran my fingers along the knots. Already, they were starting to come undone. Her strength was amazing, to be able to fight these bonds. Most of us would be held fast, but given time she would escape on her own. Of course, magic was so much faster. A little bit of power, and they fell away.

Though powerful enough to remove them with a touch, Katile was still working when I finished. Her motions were... rather more intimate than mine, though the ropes fell away all the same. The priestess rose, giving Katile a very funny look as she adjusted her robe.

“I don’t want to spoil the party,” Sable said, “but that was all sorts of loud, we need to get moving.”

“What’s the matter, hot stuff,” Katile said. “Weren’t enjoying the show? A shame you were so nimble, you would have looked so good in—”

“Elf,” Jaie said firmly, “Enough.”

Katile bowed slightly, though her mocking smile never left. Sable was right, though. Attracting attention was the absolute last thing we wanted. Stuffing the disenchanted rope into my bag, I hurried after her.

The next hour was painstaking work, checking for traps every couple feet as we inched closer to our goal. It was exhausting, but no one wanted to trigger another trap. Who knew whether we’d be so lucky next time, better safe than sorry.

I knew we had reached our goal when Sable returned from a scouting trip ash faced and shaking.

“There’s some sort of... thing up there,” she shuddered, “I could see it. Moving, writing. So many arms...”

“The beast pens,” I said confidently. “Don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of that.”

Reaching into my pack, I pulled out a jar of salve and passed it to Katile. She opened it, brushing her finger across the surface and taking a whiff.

“Mmmm.... I recognize this. Slimy horror? My, but the goblins have such interesting pets. You volunteering to go first, knightie?”

“If I have to,” I said.

“So what, we rub some of this on ourselves and it lets us go?” asked Sable.

“Something like that,” Katile said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye as I pulled off my shirt.

Unlike the more compact, athletic Jaie, my breasts were full enough to require heavy binding lest they get in the way during battle. Katile watched with great interest as I slowly unwound the fabric.

“Mmm... very nice,” Katile said, “you’ve been holding out on us, knightie.”

“What the hell is this?” Sable demanded.

“I told you, sweetie,” Katile said as her salve covered hands began exploring my body. “You have to rub this over yourself. ALL over yourself. I like the way you think, knightie.“

Her fingers touched and squeezed, spending altogether more time than was necessary caressing my naked chest. I bit my lip, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response, but wow, her touch was something else.

Then it was my turn. Infusing my power into the salve, I began applying it to her just as she had for me. Well, maybe not exactly how she’d done it. I wasn’t nearly as ... enthusiastic. Much to her chagrin.

“Come on, baby,” she said as I reached around areas that were far too intimate, “work it in there nice and good. Yeah, that’s the spot.”

Her hands slipped over mine, pushing it towards her most private of regions. Growling in disgust, Sable looked away from the spectacle.

As before, we split the rest of the work. Katile covering Eilefindel while I took Jaie. Taking a handful of the goop, I began rubbing it all over Jaie’s soft skin. As I touched her, I marveled at the contrast between her oh so womanly curves and the tight, solid muscles that covered them. Her breasts were small, but round and high. The hard muscles of her chest lifting them up and granting a prominence they might not have enjoyed on a physique less imposing. As I slathered the salve over her body, I could only imagine what sorts of things Katile was getting up to.

“Is that necessary,” Jaie snapped at me. I came back to my senses just to realize that my fingers had been rubbing the warrior’s pussy for almost the last ten seconds. My hand shot away from it, swift as an asp. What in the world had gotten into me?

“I... I feel funny,” Eilfindel said as I looked over. Like the rest of us, she was completely nude save for the oily sheen of the salve. Taller than any except Jaie, she was still the lightest of our group by a fair margin. Slender and delicate looking, bereft of her priestly robes, she looked far too fragile for the battle ahead. If I didn’t know what sort of inner power she could wield, I would question the folly of bringing someone like her into this.

She stared back with a slightly dazed expression, the tiny nipples of her small breasts standing at arrowhead precision. Her fair skin was flushed, her breath coming out in short pants, while her hands fidgeted constantly towards her parted thighs.

“That?” Katile said, “that’s just a lovely little side effect of the elixir. Mmmmm... but it feels good, doesn’t it.”

She was right. I could feel something. Not enough to make me react as the priestess had, but I was definitely on edge. Unexpected, except maybe to Katile. Let’s just hope it worked on the monster.

“So,” Katile said with a languid smile as she turned towards Sable. “are you ready for your turn, lovely? I’d be happy to do the honors.”

“To hell with that,” Sable slapped Katile’s hands away, “I’m done playing your sick little games. Maybe you slowpokes need your sapphic little oils, but count me out. I don’t need it, and I don’t need you. Just watch me.”

Before we could stop her, she was off, prancing across the room up ahead. The thing woke before she was even halfway across. There was a low rumble, a deep sigh as the beast drew in its breath, and then it was on her.

Long, whiplike arms slapped back and forth, snapping towards the woman as she made for the exit. It was incredible, never in my life had I seen anyone move like that. I hadn’t imagined that anyone could. Though the arms came too fast to follow, Sable danced between them like it was her partner a yule fete. Moving almost perfectly in sync as the dashing limbs missed again and again. Although every warning claimed the beast was beyond anything a mortal could match, it looked like she was actually going to do it.

Right up until the moment she failed.

Just a quick mistake, the slip of her wrist as she spun out of one long tendril’s way. As it brushed against the tentacle, it reflexively closed around her limb, wrapping it too fast for the eye to see.

Sable reacted immediately, slashing with a dagger that forced the tentacle to give way. It recoiled, freeing her arm, but even that brief pause was too long. In the short span she was stopped, another caught her ankle, then one on the wrist holding her knife. There was a brief cry as another found the arm that had just been freed, and then she was lifted into the air.

Slipping under her clothing, the powerful appendage ripped them right, rendering the struggling rogue nude within seconds. She opened her mouth to speak, only to spasm as a large, phallic headed tentacle pushed its way between her spread legs. I heard her grunt, gasping with every stroke as it rammed into her.

“Oh god,” she cried between gasps. “Help me. Please, help m-mpphh”

Her calls were muffled as a tentacle forced its way into her mouth, soon joined by a third in her ass. The remaining appendages slithered past her body, touching and playing with her erect nipples, rubbing and caressing every part of her body.

“A shame,” said Katile, “I’ll miss her. Oh well, there’s nothing we can do if we don’t want to join her. Her part’s over anyway. Let’s just finish our job and see if she’s here when we get back.”

I forced my eyes from the spectacle before me, realizing that my fingers were plunging in and out of my sopping pussy. With a hiss, I pulled them away. What was I doing? It was horrific, disgusting what had happened to Sable, but it turned me on like nothing else.

Focus on the mission, I told myself, focus on revenge.

We gathered up our things, trying and failing not to look at our lost comrade. Her panic and dismay long gone, replaced now by an unthinking lust as she was overwhelmed by the monster that had taken her.

“Careful,” I told Eilfindel as she wrapped up the sunstone that was key to our entire mission, “We’re going to need that soon.”

“Yeah, sorry,” she said. Shivering in arousal as we passed the beast. True to my sources, it paid no attention to us as long as we wore the oil. Though looking at Sable, a small part of me wondered if she got the better end of it.

Revenge. Focus!

We made it past the chamber into the city proper and hurriedly dressed. The sunstone we placed back into its pouch, carefully wrapped until we’d need it. The linchpin of our plan, the sunstone would act as a reservoir of power, granting Eilfindel her full strength for a brief moment. Even here in the heart of the goblin homelands, it would be strong enough to subdue the king and plunder his coffers before we escaped.

My people’s revenge, MY revenge, was close at hand.

With a little help from Katile’s magic, we made our way to the palace, slipping from shadow to shadow as we hid from the goblins. The home cavern was enormous, a massive opening whose ceiling glowed with living luminescence.

“It’s almost beautiful,” Eilfindel said.

“Yeah, and for the women they capture, it’s the only light they’ll see until the slave ships come to take them. Keep focused here.”

“Sorry,” she whispered.

It wasn’t hard to remember why we were fighting. Not here. Every now and again, we passed one of their captives. There was one woman locked with her head in a wooden stockade as a pair of goblins eagerly fucked her at both ends. All the while crying out how much of a slut she was. Tears ran down her face, even as she writhed in forced pleasure at every thust. Nearby we saw a small barn where heavy chested women were being milked, moaning in bliss as cackling goblins worked their tits until they sprayed freely into the metal bucket. A delicacy for the King’s table, no doubt.

As we neared the palace, we saw the women being used as mounts by what passed as goblin nobility. A tiny whip in one hand and a set of reins in the other. He pulled on the reins, and I saw that they led not to her face, but to metal studs pierced through her nipples. She cried out in pleasure as he gave them a tug, hurrying toward his destination with an uncaring bliss.

Disgusting. This is what we were fighting. This is what we had to destroy. Take down their leader, and the whole rotten mess would collapse.

The king was holding an audience when we arrived, his throne room packed when the four of us stepped into the room. Good, let them witness their defeat. Eilfindel’s power would be more than enough.

The room fell silent. Every eye turned in our direction as the monsters gazed hungrily at prey they believed had wandered into their nest. Boy, they were in for a rude surprise.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” said the Goblin King. “More visitors? And they’ve come all the way on their own, too? Usually we have to go out and... invite them personally.”

The assembled goblins cackled as they closed in around us. I nodded to Eilfindel, who slowly withdrew the sunstone. Just one moment longer. Wait until they’re closer for maximum effect.

“Your reign of terror and debauchery has ended,” I told him as we readied for battle. In my hand, I held the collar of judgment that would soon bring him to trial. Soon, very soon, we would have justice. It was almost time, but I wanted to make sure he knew what was happening, knew how powerless he had been to prevent it. “You’re going to pay for everything you had done.”

“I’d forgotten how much you knights loved to prattle. You want to open your pretty little mouth? I’ve got something nice for you to stuff it with right here.” he gestured down to his lap, where his openly displayed cock sat large and stiff. Tall for a goblin, he was still half a head height shorter than me, yet his cock would have been impressive on a human. Heck, it would have done an orc proud. Here, on his smaller frame, it looked massive.

Laughter from the crowd. I realized I had been staring openly at it. Growling in anger, I ripped my gaze away and back to his face.

“Is that all you have? Clever quips? Your doom is at hand, have you nothing to say?”

“As a matter of fact,” he said, “I do:”

He spoke. Two short words, but something in my brain refused to hear them.

“Elf!” Jaie shouted as he spoke.

“It wasn’t a spell,” said Katile. “I’m ready to counter anything he has to throw at us. Get ready, priestess!”

My head swam. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eilfindel pull out the sunstone. Even unused, its light forced the encroaching goblins back. I tried to focus on it, but I couldn’t. Something was wrong, the room spun, my brain twisting and writhing as though I were trying to recall some long forgotten but critically important fact for an old academy exam.

A flash. Remembrance.

I was in a cave, squad at my side. We were hunting them, hunting the mindless beasts who had scattered before our might. Cowards. Soon we would put their foul menace to an end.

What? That was wrong, I’d never gone in with them I’d been waiting at the back. Hadn’t I?

“Ready Eilfindel?” said Katile, all business now. “Hit them with everyth—”

The goblin slave collar snapped shut around her throat, cutting off whatever she had been about to say. I could see her call upon her magic, but the collar made it a futile effort. Her hands shot up, trying to remove it, only to find it smooth and featureless.

What?

I stared, uncomprehending at my own hands, still wrapped around Katile’s slender neck. I yanked them back, but it was already too late.

Impossible. I hadn’t, I couldn’t... My head swam. I tried to think, tried to focus. Instead I remembered.

Remembered the darkness of the tunnels, the third or fourth or fifth wrong turn. Separated from the main army, chasing down a group of fleeing monsters. They came. Slipping behind us from unnoticed crevices and passages. The goblins were weak, puny. Even a dozen were no match for a single knight.

They didn’t come at us a dozen to one. There were more. Far more.

I tried to fight, but they were everywhere. On my back, my arms, weighing me down, pulling at my face even as my knees gave way. I toppled, falling into a sea of flesh. They were everywhere, holding down my arms so I couldn’t move, yanking my legs apart.

One of them, their leader I suppose, plopped onto my chest, legs straddling my neck as they wrenched away my helmet. His disgusting, engorged member held outstretched as he waved it in front of me. Taunting, teasing. I tried to escape as it left slimy trails down my cheek, but there was nowhere to go. The goblins held me trapped. All of them stroking their own members, pointed grotesquely at my face. Cackling madly, the goblin hopped from his perch and took his place between my legs. Then he took me for the first time that day.

It was not the last.

“What?” stammered Eilfindel as she saw what I had done, “How could you. You monster!”

She held up the crystal, beginning to invoke it. The goblins flinched back, but I held my ground. Smiling, though I didn’t know why. Katile, of course, sensed it as soon as the power became active. As I’d known, somewhere in the back of my mind that she would. It was why I had subdued her first.

“Wait! Don’t use that it’s a tra—”

“Silence!” the goblin king said, “Kneel, slave!”

Her voice cut out as she sank to the floor, wide eyed and silent.

Failing to heed her interrupted warning, Eilfindel finished invoking the crystal. It shone brighter and brighter, its luminance bathing the room in glory and power. Not the pure, untainted power of a light priestess, though. This was something else. Something that would be far more familiar to Katile than the innocent priestess.

I watched her eyes glow to match the crystal’s smooth pink. They widened, growing with shock as she felt the power flow deep within her, unwittingly invited into the very center of her being.

“Oh!”

The crystal slipped from her fingers, but it was already spent. Now, the only glow was the bright pink fire that shown in her eyes. She staggered back, holding her hands to her face in disbelief.

“I feel... no, I can’t. I mustn’t,” but she couldn’t resist opening her robes as she began to fondle herself.

“Oh, but I have to. I need it so bad.”

Oblivious to everything but her desires, she threw off her robe and reached for her pussy. The power was there, ready to use if only she willed it, but she wouldn’t. Her need was too great. As the priestess fell, so did my hope, for she had always been the key to victory.

I staggered, clutching my head, trying to force away the thoughts and feelings flowing through them. I could feel them turning, clicking into place even as I tried and failed to hold onto my will, my anger.

Anger. Yes, I had been angry then too. Raging, cursing, day after day as they tried to break me. Except, they had broken me, hadn’t they. I could remember it now. Reluctant obedience at first. Easier than resisting, more pleasant. It didn’t mean I was giving in, not really. Or so I told myself. Soon obedience became a habit, and habit became a fact of life. Again and again, until I realized the one essential truth:

I was worthless. I was property. I was owned.

I looked up at the Goblin King, still lounging oh so indolently on his throne. He looked the same as ever, but my understanding of him now twisted inside my head. New thoughts, attitudes fell into place. Feelings that I had forgotten, that I had been made to forget. They were coming back now, and I could no more stop them than I could still the beating of my heart.

No...

He was strong, powerful. So innately, obviously superior to me in every way.

Look away

I was devoted to him.

This isn’t you

I worshiped him.

Remember your sisters

I would do anything for him.

Fight it!

He owned me.

“Master!” I breathed, finally remembering my true place in life. He smiled, he actually smiled at me. Oh, but that felt wonderful!

“Well done, my pet.”

“You goblin slut!” Jaie spat. “You’ll pay for what you did.”

“Of course I’m a goblin slut,” I said sweetly as I readied my sword. “So is she. You too, for that matter. You just don’t know it yet.”

She swung at me, and I just barely blocked it. Magic fueled reflexes barely holding out against the sheer skill and speed of the blademaster before me.

“You might as well give up,” I said. “One way or another, you’re going to have master’s cock in your mouth by the end of today. Just think of how pleased he will be if you did it on your own.”

“Traitor,” she launched another offensive which I just barely dodged.

“Don’t be silly. I’m no traitor, I followed master’s plan perfectly. Even when I didn’t know I was serving him.”

I could remember it all now. How the plan had really come together. Sable, of course, was an obvious choice. The thorn in my master’s side. Clever, unwilling to venture into the goblins’ underground. Not until I had tempted her with such an enticing plan. Katile, the crimson mage, would likely take even longer to break than I had, but oh what a wonder she would be once she did. How easy the goblins would train their unworthy with a Crimson Mage at their disposal. And if she was astonishingly sexy and abrasive enough to drive Sable into making mistakes, all the better.

“Then say goodbye to him, slut. Even with all your power, you are no match for me. If I fall, I’m taking you with me.”

Jaie, dear sweet Jaie. So strong and fierce. I hoped the masters would let me watch her break. How wonderful to see her blossom into the true slut she was meant to be. What wealth and power she would bring, too. The maid of a thousand battles made as many enemies, and they would pay well to see the mighty warrior kneel at their feet.

I looked at Eilfindel, plunging her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt as her eyes locked firmly onto master’s wonderful cock. Such innocence. Master would enjoy taking that from her, and now the priestess would never reach her full power. Never be that great threat of the light. Now, she was just another goblin slut.

It was wonderful.

Jaie came at me. Furious. Hacking wildly. Such skill, such power. She really was a marvel. For all my training and all my prowess, there was absolutely no chance that I could take her in a fair fight. Even an unfair one, had she kept control of her emotions.

“Silly girl,” I laughed, barely warded off another blow. Snarling with rage, she came at me harder.

“It’s funny,” I told her, “I warned you, back at the start. It’s not about power, it never is when you’re dealing with goblins.”

She lunged, just in time to catch the enchanted rope I threw towards her. Even as her sword moved to bat it away, the rope sprang to life, twisting around her as it had so many hours earlier. Within seconds, the proud warrior was on her knees. Bound and helpless as she awaited master’s pleasure. She fought, but even the mighty Jaei would take time to work free without. Kneeling down, I began cutting away her clothing.

“You bastard,” she spat, “do what you want, but I swear I’ll never—”

Her voice trailed off as the gem around master’s neck began to glow. Realizing what was happening, she tried to look away, but I caught her head and forced it back were it was supposed to be. She didn’t close her eyes. They never do.

Master took her chin in his hand, lifting it up as he stared straight into her eyes. I lowered my hands to her moist slit, smiling at her gasp of pleasure. I began to caress it, continuing what I had unwittingly begun earlier as I whispered new truths into her head.

“Look at you,” I said, “On your knees, bound and helpless.”

“Helpless...” she murmured, her voice slow and thick.

“You’re such a weak, silly girl.”

“Noooo.... I—”

“Not strong enough to win”

“Not strong....”

I slid my fingers inside, savoring the touch. Her responses so delicious as she squirmed helplessly against me. No longer even trying to fight it as she writhed in pure unthinking bliss at my touch.

“A weak, helpless girl like you needs to be owned. To have someone tell her what to do.”

“I—no... free...”

“Oh yeah?” I pushed my fingers deep and pulled against the inside of her opening, making her cry out for more.

“Then why are you bound? Why are you helpless? Face it, you’re just a weak little girl. Aren’t you?”

“Weak... I need. I need...”

“Yes, Jaie? What do you need?”

My fingers slipped out of her with a wet plop. She squirmed, trying to recapture the feeling. I knew I had her. Jaei’s gaze was locked completely with Master’s, writhing in pleasure as his rough green hands caressed her face and breasts.

“What do you need, Jaie.”

She was close now, I pressed the issue.

“Need... to be a slave. Need an owner...”

“You have an owner, Jaie. The Goblin King is your owner.”

“Oh!”

She sounded so overjoyed to hear it. I knew that feeling well. The ropes fell away. We wouldn’t need them any more today.

“He wants you, Jaie. Your master wants you to serve him. Open your mouth, slave, you know what to do.”

The wide eyed warrior who had just moments ago shouted in defiance now eagerly sucked away at Master’s prick. The conditioning wouldn’t hold, not with just one session. Tomorrow she would be confused and disgusted by what had transpired, but she would also know how good obedience had felt.

“Isn’t it beautiful,” I said to Katile as I sat behind her and began rubbing the luscious elf. Held by the collar, she was still on the floor, bound helplessly by His command. She shook her head desperately.

“Come now. You of all people should see the rightness in this. This has always been your way, hasn’t it? Oh, perhaps you’re used to being the one in charge, but believe me, submission can be so much fun.”

Her eyes widened. Another impotent twitch as she tried to resist. I chuckled at her efforts.

“Come on,” I told her, “let’s go over and see if we can sneak a few licks in while we wait.”

Shock and disgust warred in her face as she followed helplessly. Let her fight. Soon it would be her turn, and then she’d have a totally different outlook.

“Go on,” I told her as I positioned her head just under master, giving her such a wonderful view as he slowly plunged in and out of the once proud warrior’s sopping twat.

“Give it a lick.”

Her eyes widened, and I watched her struggle, but that was impossible to resist. The collar’s magic far too powerful. Ruinously expensive though they were, they were also oh so effective. Besides, it would only be a matter of time until she was trained enough to not need it.

She tried to clench her jaw shut, but it opened anyway. Her tongue slid out, tentatively at first, but soon with greater vigor. Ah, what a wonder she was. The sensual elf could never do anything in half-measures. Though she might wish to resist, it would never even occur to her that she might obey with less than full passion.

“Good slut,” I said, and watched her shiver involuntarily at the praise. Now it was my turn to feel her body, slowly working my fingers in and out of her horny cunt as she learned how good it felt to pleasure Master. Soon it would be her turn to be taken, and then the priestess, until finally, with the supernatural potency that only a goblin could muster, it would finally be my turn.

How sweet it would be, to be taken after right after watched him break my comrades to his will.

It was wonderful. I had done it. Ended the threats to my master and helped them become the adoring slaves they were always destined to be.

Master would be so pleased.

Hey, wait. Please, don’t leave quite yet. That’s right, I’m talking to you. I know you must be busy, but please hear me out. You see, my people were captured and enslaved by the goblin king, and I’m putting together a group of adventurers willing to brave the depths and bring justice to the oppressors.

Are you interested, by any chance?