Their judgmental anger pissed me off, so I struck back. “At least I’m eating.”

  The goblins laughed. I felt a little shame, but reminded myself that they killed one of my watchman friends. Murderers didn’t deserve any respect.

  “We ate our fill while you were over in the creek with Faas,” one of the slaves sneered. “You’re just a slut.”

  The goblins howled in laughter. I stared incredulously at them. They played me for a fool, and I never hesitated jumping into their sick action. Now I’d set precedent, so would have to give them sex for food for the rest of the trip. Yeah, I felt worse than a fool.

  Chapter 10

  The terrain grew steadily rougher as the days passed. Five days into our trek the ground began to rise up into rolling hills, and then foothills. On the tenth day after crossing the Baktu River we reached the base of the Ogreback Mountains.

  “There it is, slave Ariana,” Faas said. He stopped atop a hill with a sweeping view of the mountain range before us. “Dragonclaw Pass. The end of the road for your sweet ass.”

  I looked upon the mountains with dread. The salt mines were at the base of the Ogrebacks. Lars was somewhere ahead of us. The goblins never spoke about the salt mines during our trip, so I still didn’t know if it was a single mine, or a hundred. I might not be sold to the same mine as Lars. The folly of my ill-conceived plans made my belly clench. Would it all be for nothing?

  Faas still led me around on a leash and collar, and left my arms unbound. I remained naked as the day I was born, but with a deeper all-over tan. Being naked no longer bothered me, which bothered me at times. Hell, the goblins even put loincloths on the three males. I got nothing but their cocks. Yeah, a couple of them banged me every time we stopped to rest.

  Who knew goblins were so horny all of the time?

  “Are the salt mines on this side of Dragonclaw Pass, Master?”

  “Yes. See that white basin?”

  I just made out a bright white stretch of land between the trees. It lay below the pass. I guessed it was just a few hours away.

  “That is a salt flat,” Faas said. “That is the salt mine.”

  Salt flats? So no deep shafts into the ground. I found a little comfort knowing I wouldn’t have to descend deep within the bowels of the earth. That might make it easier to find Lars, too. At least if I was sold to the same miners.

  I frowned as I stared. The last thing I wanted them to know was how excited I was to finally reach the salt mines. I would know within a few hours if I had any chance of success or not. Still, I was one step closer to freeing Lars, so pleased.

  We reached a large village at the edge of the salt flats just before dark. There was a twenty foot wooden palisade surrounding the village of log, thatch-roofed longhouses. Odd, that. I’d never heard of goblins building anything but simple huts. Word was most goblins were nomads and lived in caves during the winter, and in tents under the stars in good weather. True savages. We’d passed more than a few farming villages, so at least some of them lived much like humans.

  Orcs were the only race in the Wastelands known to build cities, but their lands were a good month to the west. The Ogreback Mountains were fully within the goblin domains. The other denizens of the Wastelands were solitary creatures or nomads.

  “I never heard of goblins building villages and towns before entering the Wastelands.”

  “We have villages, but this one is big due to the salt trade,” Faas said. “Orc traders built most of the buildings.”

  That explained the longhouses, which was the standard dwelling of orcs. And the log palisades, too. Orc didn’t build much in stone. Almost every structure was constructed with logs and thatch. There was only one stone structure in the village, the gatehouse.

  Faas led his band of slavers through the front gate unchallenged. I noticed him nod at the guard commander. Looking around, I expected to find an open-air slave market where the miners gathered to buy new slaves. All I saw were wide, muddy streets and orcish longhouses. The crowd was mostly female goblins, with a few male craftsmen and big, heavily armed orc warriors. Most of the orcs stood guard outside longhouses or around ox drawn wagons laden with salt.

  Faas spoke to a goblin guarding the door into the gatehouse, who vanished inside afterwards. We just stood there for a while. An elderly goblin came down and embraced Faas. The newcomer wore a nice blue woolen tunic, with an embroidered border and cuffs. His leggings were a dark brown homespun. The goblin stood there barefooted. No weapons that I could see.

  “What have you brought me, Faas?” the elderly goblin asked, looking the three men over with mercenary eyes, and then giving me a dismissive glance. “I’ll give you three gold for each of the males, but you might want to sell the female to the brothel. I have more females than I need, so Madam Chohki will pay more for her than I will.”

  My heart skipped a beat. A brothel? I’d never find Lars.

  “As you wish, Ruus,” Faas said. “The female is a very frisky wench. She’d probably do better in the brothel, but winter is coming and I thought you might enjoy an eager bed warmer.”

  Ruus didn’t look moved by that argument. I stepped closer to him and caught his full attention. That was my only chance. Fail there, then my fate was sealed, and so was Lars’.

  “Master, are you sure?” I asked, trying to act sultry. Mostly, I struggled to suppress my trembling. Dropping to my knees before him, I tentatively reached out for his homespun leggings. “I can keep you very warm in the winter, and very happy year round.”

  He didn’t slap my hands away, so I held his eyes while I untied his leggings. The homespun dropped to pool around his ankles and revealed a semi-flaccid cock. That kind of surprised me. Maybe he didn’t find me attractive. My hand wrapped around his shaft anyway, and then quickly stroked him to rock hardness.

  “I have been trained to please in every way, Master,” I purred, and went down on him.

  Ruus combed his gnarly fingers through my hair while I bobbed up and down his shaft, left hand stroking his cock near the base, and right hand playing with his hairy balls. After a moment his hands clutched my hair painfully tight. The old goblin held my head still, while he thrust into my mouth faster and faster. I kept my hand around his base, to keep him from forcing his dick down my throat. My other hand went around to rake long nails across his buttocks. He came the third time I raked my nails. Yeah, he liked that.

  “You could work me all day as a water girl, and then fuck me all night, Master Ruus,” I said.

  Faas told me during the trip up that most women worked as water girls, hauling water out to the slave miners and their overseers. It got very hot out on the salt flats, so none of them would survive the day without lots of water. Some women worked as domestic servants, as well, though mostly in the merchant houses.

  “We’ll see,” Ruus said. He looked at Faas. “I’ll give a silver for her.”

  And thus I became the property of Ruus, Lord of the Salt Flats and owner of the salt mining operation. The males were dragged away to begin their miserable lives as miners, while Ruus led me up to his cold, bare stone room in the gatehouse. He might’ve been rich and powerful by goblin standards, but he lived like a pauper by human standards. At least he had a bed. It was only a foot high stack of pelts, with a woolen blanket, but still a bed.

  The elderly goblin grabbed a fistful of hair, fast-walked me to the bed, and forced me to all fours. He pulled off his clothes, moved up behind me, and jerked my head back by my long hair. And then he slapped my right butt cheek, giving me a stinger.

  Thwack!

  “You think being the slave of an old bugger like me will be an easy life, don’t you, slave?” Ruus said. “Well, I’m about to prove you wrong.”

  “Uggh!” I grunted when he thrust into me.

  Ruus proved a lot thicker, if not longer, than any of the goblins who brought me there. His thick shaft stretched my little hole out so sweetly, more than large enough to hurt. I bucked and gasped, and soon he had my head spinning. He thrust into me relentlessly, never slowing or wavering. My body quickly adjusted to him, and then he made my body sing.

  “Oh, Master!” I cried, feeling that rush to climax seize me. My jaw dropped and all I could do was stare incredulously. And then my insides erupted in pure pleasure. My orgasm pulsed, waves of bliss washing through me and invigorating every fiber of my existence. “Yes, Master. Yes!”

  My master pulled out, yanked me to my feet by my hair, and pushed me back against the wall. Then he pressed up against me, pinning me to the wall, before he forced my legs up and over his shoulders.

  And then he mounted me again.

  “Uggh!”

  “I am your master, Ariana,” Ruus gasped out. “Say it!”

  “You are my master.”

  Ruus pounded into me. Even Samus never fucked me like that. It was pure glory.

  It didn’t take long for my master to force me to climax again, and again, and again. I lost count, before he spun me around, forced me face-first into the wall, and shoved it up my butt.

  My hands clawed at the walls as he pounded into me from behind. He might’ve been old, but that goblin showed me who was in charge.

  Ruus spanked and fucked me for what felt like hours. He really liked to spank me, and thankfully my time being trained by Samus gave me an appreciation of the pleasure within pain. Yeah, I kinda liked it too.

  Chapter 11

  Ruus kept me all to himself, in that small stone room, for over six weeks. He kept me as a fucktoy, taking me morning, noon, and night. That old goblin could fuck for hours, and wore me out every single day. Thankfully, he gave me the same aphrodisiac “juice” that Samus had started me on, and the slavers had even continued. Everyone wanted me horny and eager to please.

  After six weeks, he began using me as a messenger, and even sharing me with others. I had the run of the village for another eight weeks, never allowed to go outside the walls. But he also gave me to his underlings as a reward, almost on a daily basis. Occasionally, the message I delivered to another goblin or orc merchant said he could have me overnight.

  Three months of growing frustration. Summer turned into autumn, with winter on our doorstep.

  I returned at the end of the day, glad I wasn’t spending it in another goblin’s bed. My master gave me an odd look.

  “This is our last night together, Ari,” Ruus said.

  “Oh? Have you sold me, Master?”

  He frequently threatened to sell me to the brothel. I’d mentioned several times that I’d rather be a water girl in the salt mines than go to the brothel.

  “I have. Master Ruc offered three gold for you, and I have decided to accept his generous offer,” Ruus said. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you over and sell you. And then you will belong to the orc.” A mercenary glint filled his eyes. Then lust returned as he looked my nakedness over. In the fourteen weeks of my slavery to Ruus, I haven’t been given a stitch of clothing once. “But first, one last night between your sweet thighs.”

  My blood ran cold. All my plans were reduced to ashes. It was bad enough he never put me to work in the mine, but now he planned to sell me to an orc I knew would depart for the orc homeland in three days.

  Ruus grabbed my hair, as he was wont to do, and dragged me over to his bed. I obediently crawled to the middle, and remained on all fours. I knew how my master liked to take me. He wasted no time stripping, crawled up behind me, and giving my right butt cheek a hard slap.

  Thwack!

  My master slowly impaled me. A low groan escaped my lips, eyes fluttering closed. Anger and bitterness heated my face, killing my libido. It didn’t matter if I enjoyed it or not, Ruus thrust into me like a goblin possessed. As always, he spanked me as he fucked. Soon, my body responded. It was hard to be angry and bitter when getting banged royally, especially when that rush to climax started.

  “Ooooh,” I cried, back bowing and belly quivering like crazy.

  I looked around the room. Not a damn thing I could use as a weapon. If I couldn’t save Lars, then I should die in a blaze of glory. Kill the goblin, end my long nightmare.

  “Master, I beg a boon,” I gasped out as he continued to thrust into me. The goblin was relentless. “For this last night together, may I do all the work?”

  “What did you have in mind, Ari?”

  “I would have you lay back in bed, and let me suck and fuck you,” I said. I slanted a look over my shoulders, trying to encourage him. “Please, allow me to ride you like a good slavegirl should. I promise, I’ll make it the best ever.”

  He considered my offer a long moment, and then pulled out.

  “I think I’d enjoy that for a change,” he said.

  I got my master positioned in the middle of the bed, his cock still rock hard. I knelt to his side, and went down on him. I bobbed up and down his long, thick shaft and pushed him right to the brink. When I sensed he was about to come, I pulled off. I suppressed my grin when he groaned in frustration. But before he could protest, I straddled his waist.

  “I think I’ll enjoy this more than you, Master,” I purred, guiding his cock to my hot, tingling pussy. Impaling myself, I slowly worked him deeper and deeper until Ruus was balls deep inside me. And then I started bouncing, ensuring I traveled the full length of his shaft every single time. Just like Samus taught me so well. “Ooooh, yes. Yes. Yes.”

  I bounced myself into a frenzy. Ruus’ head rocked back and forth, as his hips thrust up to meet me halfway. Yeah, he was completely lost in sexual bliss. So I bounced up, lifted my fist high, and then came down hard. I pounded my elbow into that spot above his vile, cold heart.

  A looked of shock claimed Ruus’ face. I rose up high again, and came down with a savage elbow to the heart again. And again. And then I throat punched him so hard I crushed his windpipe. I continued bouncing, watching him clutch his throat as the life slowly bled out of his eyes.

  I checked for a pulse. Nothing. Only then did I go to the door and knock. A goblin guard opened the door and glared at me.

  “My master died during sex.”

  I didn’t really expect to get away with it. They probably had very gruesome ways to execute slaves who dared to kill their master. I still couldn’t confess. Let them figure it out.

  The guard shouted the alarm. He pushed past me to examine Ruus. More goblins rushed into the room, and they jabbered away in their goblin language. I didn’t speak goblin, so just stood there and waited for them to figure it all out. I prayed that one of them became so enraged that he cut me down in his need for vengeance. Instead, they bound my wrists, put a collar on me and led me out of the gatehouse, out of the village, and to a small hut at the edge of the salt flats. He handed my leash to the goblin that answered his knock.

  “Ruus is dead. His slave is yours to work.”

  And that’s all he said. I just blinked at him as he walked away. Didn’t they see the bruising? And then I remembered. Goblins didn’t bruise like humans. So with no visible wounds, Ruus’ underlings thought he died of old age. Or they thought his heart gave out fucking a young human woman. Either way, no one suspected me.

  The next morning, I was put to work as a water girl after my daily cup of juice. The slave miners lived out on the salt. The water girls gathered next to the well, while two of the older women drew one bucket at a time. By the time we arrived at sunrise, they already had thirty buckets filled. So we each picked up a carry pole and hooked a bucket on each end.

  It was first come, first serve. So the slaves who arrived first got their pick of the mining teams, which meant they got to service the closest. Their day would go easier. I arrived in the middle of the crowd, so had to go quite a ways out to claim my team.

  Lars was not part of it. Didn’t matter, I had to fetch water for them the rest of the day. And I had to give the goblin overseers anything they wanted, too. But I learned my lesson. The next day, I was first to arrive. I walked slowly, studying the teams intently as I approached. I didn’t see Lars in the first three, but team four’s overseer called me over. I was stuck with that team for the day, providing them water and my body.

  I bypassed the four closest teams on the third day, and continued past all of the mining teams until I spotted Lars tolling away with a pickaxe. I dropped to my knees before one of five overseers.

  “Water, Master?”

  The overseers all gathered around me, passing the two tin dippers between them until they had their fill of water. Only then was I allowed to start offering water to the slaves. Lars spotted me as I approached, doing a double-take.

  “Shhh,” I warned him. Then louder, “Water, Master?”

  He took a dipper out of one of the buckets, and drank it. Slaves were only allowed one dipper at a time, so he placed it back into the bucket.

  “I thought you escaped?” Lars said.

  “I did,” I whispered. “But I came to help you escape.”

  “You what?” he cried. “Are you crazy?”

  “Just be ready to escape,” I whispered. “Now that I’ve found you, I can…”

  “What’s going on!” a goblin overseer shouted. His long whip lashed out across Lars’ back. “Get back to work, you lazy slave!”

  He lashed him three more times.

  “Please stop!” I cried, rushing between the overseer and Lars. “It’s my fault. I spoke to him first.”

  The overseer backhanded me. I fell to my knees, head spinning. Even so, I braced for the sting of the whip that never came. Instead, the overseer continued to lash Lars. So I did the first thing that came to mind to distract him. I placed my hand on his groin, feeling his limp cock under the threadbare leggings. But the goblin stopped whipping Lars.

  “Master, please, may I make it up to you?”

  Yeah, I kind of committed myself then and there. Not sure why I offered myself to him like that, but I was sure the aphrodisiac morning juice primed me for it. I arched my back to display my tits, and then licked my lips. Samus had taught me that lip licking really turned on orcs and goblins. That was how female orcs and goblins offered themselves to their mates.

 

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