This choice: You fall atop a roving patrol of goblins! • Go Back...Chapter #5You fall atop a roving patrol of goblins! by: bobboled   As you descended in almost near silence, you could feel a rush of air come up from the darkness of the well. You must be getting close to the bottom. Closer, you began to hear faint sounds, like someone laughing, and then your hand slipped. Losing your grip, you tumbled down the rest of the well. After a second in weightless falling, you slammed down on the ground hard, but your fall was braced by something soft, clammy, and smelly. You looked up in a daze, still reeling from the shock of the fall, and find yourself looking at three small figures. Goblins, two males and one female. The two males are in front of you, hands up in the air after your surprise landing, and another is looking straight down at your as she stands over your head. She speaks. "She landed on Globbo..." She looks past you and kicks the form underneath you. A small 'ouch' emanates from the pile. "Cut 'er up boys," she says right as a dagger slices into the bottom of your neck.
You push up and away from the goblin woman, preparing to strike and avoid her blade, only for you to watch lamely as your body, sans head, jumps up into a fighting stance. With little time to bemoan your situation you do your best with the circumstances and attempt to fight. The other two goblins have drawn their blades and were moving in to strike, but managed to take a throwing knife from you belt and fling it at his hand, disarming him and sending him to the ground screaming in pain. Unfortunately the other used this opportunity to get inside your attack zone, and without your head you couldn't properly defend. With a deftness that came from years of dark work, he slashed at your shoulder, separating your right arm and grabbing it, then bashing you in the stomach with it as he severed your left one. Your armless, headless body stumbled back, your footing unstable with so much of you missing.
You made to cast a spell, the words forming on your lips when your vision began to shift. You felt a horrendous tug on your hair as the goblin woman uttered "Can't have you castin' no spells sweeting," as she flung your head into the water main, silencing your spell as you tried your hardest not to drown.
As your head began to be carried away by the current, you felt the goblins further disassemble you. You legs came off after the roughly pulled down your pants, and to add insult to injury you felt them touching your most private places. The cold sensation of the goblins unnatural blades pressed into your chest as they swiftly removed the small mosquito bites you called your breasts. Worse yet, you felt them prying open your bum and quickly but deftly pry your asshole from its resting place, then your tight, neatly trimmed cunt as well. You were enraged at the indignity of it all, but as a head just barely not drowning in a fast moving river, there was not much to do about it.
Quickly. You had to think quickly. there was always a way out of a tight spot, you just had to wriggle your way out. How were you going to get out of this one, and come away in one piece and not pieces?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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