Micha couldn’t keep up with the chaos and commotion raising hell on the previously calm beachside. A gaggle of the strange sandy colored goblin-like creatures were shouting in the shallows. At least three were waving spears menacingly towards the retreating merwomen, and at least one other was firing arrows into the inky sea water. Still caught in the tight grip of the remaining goblin, Micha tried to twist and get a glance towards the beach. Part of him was curious if the merwomen had managed to get away, or if they were to join him in whatever fresh hell awaited with these new creatures.

His attention was snapped back with a rough tug of his hair, forced to look the goblin in the face. He struggled to understand what he was looking at, haven never seen anything like it in his life before. They were vaguely similar to the goblins he had seen in movies, but they were much uglier than media had portrayed. The one standing over him was more dog-faced with an underbite of snaggled teeth that would make the most experienced dentist cry. It’s eyes shifted under leathery eyelids, an almost serpent like glare scrutinizing Micha’s face.

Like the others, its head was mostly shrouded in papery thin shawl with giant foxlike ears drooping out the sides over hunched shoulders. The creature was nothing great to look at - that was for sure. The way its craggy hand reached down and clutched at Micha’s chin made the human’s skin crawl. Its skin drug like sandpaper against Micha’s chin and threatened to cut into his more pliable human flesh. It leaned over him and ruffed out something incoherent while squishing his cheeks together. The language was similar to the merwomen’s bubbly language, but in a dialect that came out more as barking. Micha couldn’t understand what was being said, the language making his head spin and eyebrows knot together.

The goblin clicked his tongue and dropped Micha to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Before he even had a chance to gather himself back up, sand condensed around his wrists into smooth sandstone cuffs. His eyes darted up in a panic to witness the goblin man commanding the sand with strange hand motions and a thrumming orange color around its wrists. The magic caught Micha off guard. He kept his eyes on the goblin, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

The cuffs forced Micha’s wrists up towards his shoulders and knocked him onto his face. He wriggled helplessly as his body was moved against his will and tried to turn his face to gather his breath before he was smothered. The sand spread and condensed around his neck until it formed into a solid block. With little chance to adjust, the sand became a dense sandstone stockade bound tightly around his neck and wrists. He was left trapped with the weight of the block keeping him grounded.  

“Wait… please. I’m not a threat! I’ll come with you willingly! Please!” His voice cracked as he pleaded with his new captor. He knew deep down they wouldn’t understand him, but he couldn’t just bow down and let things happen to him without at least voicing his discomfort.

The goblin blankly stared at him before it waved a hand. The strange magic pulsed through markings on the goblin’s wrists, willing the stone from the ground in one swift movement. Micha was carelessly drug through the sands and scraped up from the rough ground until he knocked his knees against a wooden sled. He was promptly discarded upon the base board, positioned on his back with the stockade slab propped slightly up on a leg of meat. All around him were piles of fruits and cut slabs of meat which left him very little room to adjust himself without toppling things over.

As Micha settled into his new predicament, he let his eyes wander and take in his surroundings. The sled he was plopped in was led by a stoney gray crab the size of a mule, its carapace jagged as if it had been mined out of the earth. Upon its back were two massive spikes which had been stuffed into its shell at some point during the hardening process. The crab was tethered by these spikes by rough cordage that had seen better days, and between them sat a faded cushion for the rider. Micha stared at the twitching creature for a long moment, trying to wrap his mind around the monstrosity. The crab simply clacked its claws together and shifted back and forth in the sand as it waited impatiently for the rider to climb back on, oblivious to the goods that it was dragging behind it.

Micha let out a defeated sigh and let his sore legs fall as flat as he could against the hard boards under him. Finally able to just sit and take in everything, the raw ache of his body began to settle into his bones. His skin was marred with large sucker welts that smattered over his arms, legs and even his breasts that now hung in the open. His body was completely exposes and naked, the remnants of his binder all that was left clinging to his shoulders. The main ache that kept his focus was his cunt - still throbbing helplessly around the pulsing egg left stuffed against his cervix. Every movement reminded him relentlessly of the intrusion bulging out his lower belly. It made his hips shift slightly to find relief. Even with weakened pushes every so often, it was clear the thing was not budging any time soon.

The sun beat down upon him mercilessly, positioned high in the sky now. That couldn’t be right. The last he remembered, it had been the middle of the night. When did it become noon? The memory of being drug under the fresh water of the lake was still freshly raw at the forefront of his mind. To wake up in the salty shallows of a beach mid-morning left him with even more questions than he had answers to. Nothing made sense and contemplating it just made his heart pound in his ears.

 ‘Did I die? No… Why would I be able to feel everything?’ His thoughts spun in circles as he ran his tongue across his dry lips. How did he survive being drowned? How long had he been under water? His lungs wheezed as he breathed in, a painful reminder of the water he had choked down in the lake. The pain and world around him were too vivid, too real. If he had died, why could he still feel everything? Again, nothing made sense and these people, creatures, whatever they were, didn’t help him answer any of these questions in the slightest. If anything, it just added more to the spiral.

Micha tucked his knees up slightly in an attempt to find some semblance of comfort. Though the movement only caused the egg to squish around within him. He grit his teeth and bit back a groan. ‘No… I felt that… Not dead yet…’ He sighed through his nose. Perhaps focusing back on his surroundings would help ease his mental strain for the moment. It’s not like he could do much else in the moment.

He tilted his head away from the chaos of the beach to find himself staring into a tropical beach that appeared like a toddler colored it in. The palm trees were nothing like the ones he had ever seen before. They were squat and deep red as if made out of clay with leaves of deep violet and silvery veins painted on the underside. Something about them unsettled him, but he couldn’t explain what. Just staring at it made his stomach turn.

Grass peaked up from the dark sands in clumps, vibrant teal in color instead of the staple green he was used to. The fauna left a pit in his chest. Wherever he was, it was far from home. Possibly even a whole other world. He frowned at the thought, the painful realization striking him for the first time. He was completely and utterly lost with no possible way home and no sense of where he currently was. The sheer thought of never seeing his friends again, or what they may be thinking with him suddenly vanishing into the night, made his heart slam into his throat.

Micha was stranded in a rather unforgiving land, naked and ravaged by creatures he still didn’t understand. Now held prisoner by a party of creepy goblin fuckers. He always idealized his ability of being able to fight his way out of strange situations and survive worse. Yet, in the moment, he couldn’t think clearly or act with his body ached as if it had been ran over and tenderized. If he could somehow gather his strength, he could free himself and scramble away from his current captors. Where he would go though, he had no clue.

The hunting party by the waters drew his attention back with their loud shouts. He winced as a sharp whistle cut through the commotion and demanded silence. Micha tilted his head the best he could away from the stockade to try and get a sense of what was happening. The other five goblins began to condense around the wagon, chattering amongst themselves with a frustrated air about them. As he tried to understand what they were arguing about, a massive slimy fish thunked carelessly against his stomach. Micha jolted in shock as the creature was left upon him still twitching with its last gasps of life. He squirmed slightly to shake it off, but the weight of it was more than he could move while bound so tightly.

 A few of the goblins laughed at his expense as they hovered directly over him. Micha flinched when one of those sandpapery hands clutched at his tit, just outside his view. A forlorn groan slipped past his lips while his hands balled into frustrated fists in the stocks. The urge to deck the ugly thing for grabbing at his chest burned through him. Yet they simply continued their laughter. The one groping him gave his tit one last rough squeeze before it released him. The shrill whistle rung over him again, and the wagon leader clambered up onto the crab. The sled jostled forward along the sandy beach.

Grateful for being left alone, Micha turned his head fully towards the beach to watch the strange crystal clear waters lap at the dark sand. Despite the fear of the day’s events gripping him like icy daggers, he had to admit that this weird world was far more beautiful than the beaches back home. He had never seen such vibrant color combinations in a tropical landscape, not with his own eyes or even on vacation ads. He took it all in with a deep shaky breath. The most he could do was try to gather his thoughts while he watched this world slip by him with an occasional lanky goblin breaking his view. Perhaps one day he’d be able to truly appreciate it.

 Micha’s thoughts began to spiral towards a growing thirst and hunger as he was shuttled along to wherever the goblins had planned for him. He ran his tongue over his chapped lips, spitting immediately when it was met with lingering sand. A fitful cough croaked from his lungs followed by a pained groan. The new pains were beginning to dig into him more than the bruises did, and it was starting to wear him down into exhaustion. He turned his gaze up towards the clear sky and let his mind wander again for some form of distraction, squinting curiously as massive flying creatures hovered far overhead.

Thoughts of his friends freaking out when they discovered he had gone missing began to plague him. They had nothing to go on but his discarded t-shirt by the lake bed. They wouldn’t believe he drowned on accident. He was the top swimmer in their college’s swim team! He held the record for holding his breath underwater out of his entire team. Not to mention the fact he had been their top diver in the championships. They would go crazy trying to figure out what happened to him. There was no doubt they would blow up his phone trying to get in contact him the moment they woke up.

His phone. Fuck he was going to miss that stupid thing. Even if it had no bearing in his current situation, he could at least mindlessly scroll and forget what was going on around him. He hadn’t realized just how much he relied on his phone for mental stimulation. Now that he was deprived of it and left with his thoughts, he wanted his phone more than he would like to admit. He had nothing now, hell he couldn’t even talk to his captors to keep himself occupied.

He shifted a bit with a frustrated sigh, trying in vain to sit himself up. The weight of the stockade was far too heavy for him to lift from the odd angle he was left in. As he was jostling around in the shed, the goblin closest to him smacked at his bruised tit harshly and spat gibberish at him. Micha met the glare with a confused expression, not understanding what he had done wrong trying to just get comfortable. The goblin made a motion with his hand down towards his body, but with the large stockade in the way, he didn’t understand what he was motioning to.

Micha rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath. There was no point trying to fight with someone he couldn’t understand. He slumped back in defeat and closed his eyes to try and relax for the ride. Not even a moment later, another goblin shouted to his right just before a slippery and cold creature was tossed onto his chest. From the feeling of it, Micha could only hope it was a writhing octopus like creature crumpled between his breasts. He grimaced at the feeling of warm liquid dripping down his sides. “Ewww… Fuck…” He grumbled as his hands balled into fists.

Immediately after, a round slightly furry object was popped into the sled right between his thighs with little care to his comfort. He had enough. “Stop that!” He bit out through his teeth as yet another thing was squished under his left knee. Being used as a stock holder while being bound in rock was starting to piss him off. He couldn’t help but lash out and make his discomfort known.

Micha’s anger was met with a firm hand pressing down on the bulge in his lower belly. The goblin squished the egg down within him until the human whimpered and writhed like a beaten whelp. One of their ugly dog faces snarled down at him as they kept pace with the sled, growling something at him in their strange language. Micha winced as the hand slid down from the bulge to pinch his clit between their fingers. Even though he didn’t understand their language, he understood loud and clear that his bitching was not tolerated by this group.

As he sunk back in defeat, the assaulting goblin nodded with a smirk. It pulled it’s hand back and smacked over Micha’s engorged clit to illicit a pained yelp out of him before they finally fell back into line with the others. They weren’t fucking around. If he wanted to avoid their wrath, he would have to simply take whatever they did to him. He grit his teeth as the goblins shared laughter at his expense. He could feel his cheeks burn from humiliation. If only he could speak their language. He would cuss them out and make it known just what he thought of their ugly group.

After the clear message to be quiet, the rest of the ride went on in a reluctant silence from Micha. He laid back and listened to the idle chatter. Perhaps if he tried to make out anything he could from their language, he could communicate something. No matter how much he strained his ears, nothing sounded even remotely close to any human language he had heard in the past. It was more primal, spoken from the gut with strange clicking and grunts that seemed like acceptable responses. He couldn’t make out if this was just the dialect of this group, or perhaps there were other races in this strange world that could speak something closer to what he understood.

Just as he was starting to get some sort of understanding of the hierarchy in the group, the sled shunted to an abrupt stop in front of a makeshift camp. Micha squinted as he turned his head with a bit of effort to take in his new surroundings. Hammocks stitched together with rags hung in triplets between squat palm trees. The center of camp was overwhelmed by a blazing bonfire harboring a spit roast of a creature that strangely resembled a boar with scales where a leathery skin should be and fins instead of stumpy legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

The scent wafting from it had what little saliva he had left drooling over his cracked lips. He breathed in deeply through his nose, a shudder crackling down his spine as he dreamed of devouring the creature fresh off the spit. He had never experienced such a raw hunger before now. Hopefully the creepy fuckers holding him hostage would feed him something instead of starving him out. His eyes flicked around the campgrounds again, hoping to find a distraction from the growling in his guts. That’s when he noticed two feminine goblins tending to the fire, their figures heavy and round with what he could only assume was pregnancy.

Micha watched the women work curiously as the crab rider jumped from the padded seat. The others in the group gathered around and began to unload the sled around him. They collected the fish and octopus-like creature from his chest first and then the fruit they had laid around his legs before they even bothered with him. The rider cleared his throat as he wandered around to get a look at its contribution. It grimaced down at Micha’s body now covered in the blood and ink of their catches.

With a click of his tongue and some hand motions, Micha could sense the stone around his neck soften briefly before the sand gripped his wrists tighter and forced him up onto his feet. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the strange magic the goblin wielded, but the way that it was able to move him around proved it was beyond his wheelhouse. He winced as the stockade reformed into solid stone now fitted with a loop at the front. The goblin wasted no time notching a rope to the stockade’s new loop. It tugged roughly as one would a reluctant dog, egging the human to follow.

Micha nearly fell over from the goblin’s pull, barely catching himself on his wobbly legs. They were a lot stronger than their scraggly little bodies made them seem. He stumbled through the thick sand as he was led towards the warm fire. He could barely see over the wide stockade, which unfortunately left him completely reliant on the one leading him. He swallowed the pit in his throat as the fire licked out at his bare flesh. They were going to cook him. Micha couldn’t beat away the panicked thought as he was guided around like a blind dog. They were going to spit roast him like the poor creature turning over the blaze.

Suddenly, he found himself stopped between two of the squat palms just a few feet taller than him. A yelp cut through his chest as the goblin wasted no time and kicked at his shins until he crumpled to his knees. The creature circled him with a cold glare. The sands shifted around Micha again, sprouting long arms on the sides of the stockade. The arms grew until they crunched into the trees on either side, further trapping Micha in place. Once satisfied with the human being properly stowed, the goblin motioned to the women and back to Micha’s body with a snort.

Micha stared out at them, his heart pounding in his throat. He didn’t know what they were planning for him, but the fear of being cooked alive still buzzed through his thoughts until the women began making their way towards him. One of the women, the heavier of the two, waddled over with a scowl and a bucket of water. Like the others, she was not patient in the slightest. She took a cup from the bucket’s depths and promptly splashed its contents across Micha’s chest.

The water was frigid and elicited a squeal from the shock. The woman only smirked at his discomfort and even laughed at him. She stooped down and gathered more water, splashing him again and again until the ink and blood from the merwomen and the catch they had stored on him dribbled down into the sands. They were cleaning him for something, but at the same time, they were not willing to spend the time it would take to scrub the stains from his pale skin.

Micha shifted on his knees and winced at each new cold cup of water splashed across his bare chest and stomach. The sand started to bite into his flesh the longer he hung in the stockade, but despite the pain, his thoughts were spiraling as to what they were going to do to him. He watched anxiously as the woman took a long drought of the water until her cheeks puffed out like a goldfish.  She squatted down out of his immediate sight, but not before winking ominously at him.

He didn’t wait long to figure out what her plan was. His eyes widened and a guttural cry escaped his quivering lips. She had sprayed the water directly at his exposed cunt, blasting away the bits of sand from his core. The sharp sting of cold water was not only jarring but flustering. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he listened to her prepare another mouthful of water. The need to squish his thighs together to block her left him jerking in his bindings, but his current position unfortunately left him trapped with his legs parted in the unstable sands.

The goblin woman snorted before spraying him down once more. She even got uncomfortably close to part his lips to make sure his cunt was dripping wet and clean. The fear of being eaten had ebbed away from this intimate cleaning. Though Micha had a new fear steadily growing within his gut. They were planning to mount him just as the merwomen had. At least this time, there was a bit more ceremony to it than simply stuffing things into him.

His breathing was ragged by the time the goblin woman shot back up into view. She turned towards the other and said something passively. The smaller of the two waved her dismissively in response and waddled over a makeshift rug. She laid it down between Micha’s thighs and lifted her hands as the crab rider had. A solid slab began to form under the rug as she wove the sand together with similar magic that glowed along her arms. At the same time, the other goblin woman sliced off the blocks connecting him to the tree, disintegrating it back into sand while also lowering him onto the slab.

Micha’s neck and wrists were still painfully pinched into the stockade which rested casually upon the ground. His torso laid flat on the rug covered slab that he was forced to straddle with his thighs hugging the sides and his knees still painfully settled into the sand. He was uncomfortably tilted down in this position, his hips propped up and cunt on display.  He was perfectly splayed by the width of the slab in a breedable position. It was humiliating. But it was at least somewhat comfortable for the time he was abandoned upon it.

Micha was now certain they were prepping him to mount. At least they were properly preparing him instead of getting straight to the point. He let out an exhausted sigh and finally allowed himself to relax again. From his new position, he was also able to observe the entire goblin camp – many of which now seemed very disinterested in him. He watched through drowsy eyes as the women returned to working on the meal. One spun the spit of roasted meat and poked at the fatty creature with a spear while the other prepped the added meats from the hunt for the fire.

Despite everything, it was rather peaceful for the moment. Idle chatter bubbled around the group as they gathered close to the fire to wait out their meal. The sun had lowered itself behind the trees, casting shade across the sands and dissipating some of the heat. For the first time since he woke up, he could feel the sweat chill against his back and the thick heat release its grip on his lungs.

The goblins lounged around as Micha would with his friends, sharing a drink from a coconut husk and chattering about what he could only assume was their hunt for the day. One was fiddling with his spear. Another his bow and arrows. It was relaxing and a great change of pace from what Micha had experienced in the day so far. He couldn’t help the lingering hope that perhaps they would allow him to heal and rest the remainder of the night. Or at least pass the egg that the merwoman had left pulsing against his cervix.

Micha watched as the women stood and slipped the creature from the spit onto a bundle of palm leaves. He observed hungrily as they began to portion out the meat between the camp on similar leaves. They cast a few glances and some grunts between the human and the male goblins lounging about. His heart jumped into his throat with hope this subtle interaction meant that they would share their meal with him. He hadn’t realized just how feverishly hungry he was until the boar had been cut open and the wonderful scent of fatty pork wafted towards him.

His hopes became reality as the heavier of the two women hefted herself up with a folded leaf stuffed with meat slices and a coconut husk filled with water. She waddled towards him with what Micha could only describe as a forced smile. He followed her with his eyes anxiously, swallowing back bits of drool as she sauntered up to him.  She positioned herself by his face with a plop into the sand and uttered something in a condescending tone.

He stared at her dumbly until she clicked her tongue and stuffed the husk against his lips. Micha wasted no time guzzling down the water. He slurped at it in desperation, the pain of thirst quenching with the shocking freshness of the husk’s contents. A pitiful whimper escaped him as he felt some dribble down his chin as the husk was tilted to accommodate his greedy drinking. He didn’t want to waste a single drop. He had no idea when he would be provided another drink like this.

She tsked at him and yanked the husk away which left him panting for a moment as she unfolded the leaf. Micha could feel himself lean against the stockade like a starved dog on a chain, his shoulders pressed firmly against the harsh stone. His hunger drove him more than the pain he was causing himself. The woman tore a piece of meat in half and lifted it up against his lips with a stern expression. It seemed as if she was expecting him to either deny her or try and harm her.

Micha carefully used his tongue to guide the meat into his mouth, insisting on proving her wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was bite the only hand willing to feed him so far. As he bit down into the meat, the flavor struck him immediately. Similar to pork, with the rich fatty flavor, and undertones of a fishy tang similar to catfish. The sensational taste made his mouth water and his eyes widen as he chewed on the thick cut. He had never had anything like it before, and all he wanted to do was savor it.

He chewed slowly with his eyes closed, taking in every subtle bubble of flavor he could. The goblin woman let out an impatient huff at his slowness and stuffed another piece into his mouth to force him to eat faster. He swallowed what he could of the first bite and gratefully began on the next, not wanting to be overwhelmed with being fed too fast. He had little time to even breathe before yet another piece was pushed past his lips. He had never been force fed in such a manner, but the sheer taste of the meal made the experience worth it. He couldn’t complain as he devoured every bite he was given until the leaf was baren besides the remnants of fat.

“Thank you… Thank you.” He rasped with a deep appreciation writ on his face. He hadn’t expected them to care for him, even at such a basic level. The least he could do was thank them even if he wasn’t understood. The delectable meat and refreshing helped sooth his pains more than they could know. He could finally think outside of basic survival mode.  

The woman smirked down at him and pat his cheek with her rough sandpaper hand as she lifted herself up off the ground. She turned and waddled back to the group without a word, leaving Micha alone once again. He followed her with his eyes and watched curiously as she squatted down beside the other woman and shared some hushed words. They shared a glance towards him that made his cheeks burn. He couldn’t help the feeling of deep humiliation burning through him from the way he was looked over like a piece of meat by a hungry predator.

The smaller goblin woman nodded once and smirked as she hefted herself up. She stooped to grab a palm sized clam that had been nestled on coals beside the fire. She took her time and stretched with a groan before she finally made her slow way towards him yet again. Her smirk remained as she passed by his side. The only way Micha knew of her presence beside him was her craggy hand dragging down his back as she waddled along. As she reached his ass, her palm pat him on the cheek while she positioned herself behind him.

Micha’s skin bristled at the way she teased him with rather gentle touches all the way down his spine. His hands balled into fists as she vanished behind him. Her hand resting on his cheek had his thoughts devolving at all the different reasons she could have for being near his cunt. The stupid stockade kept him pointed forward, and the slight tilt of the slab had him forced down with no strength to pull himself back up. He couldn’t reposition himself if he wanted to. He was at her mercy which had his heart thrumming in his chest. The simple feeling of someone close to his aching core made him nervous and flustered.

He jolted in shock as the goblin’s rough hand slipped down over his exposed pussy and parted his lips as if she was examining him. “Please… I… I can’t take anymore today. Leave it be. Please.” He babbled out the plea on instinct even though he knew his raspy words were likely to fall on deaf ears. His hips helplessly twitched at each touch, and his breath caught in his throat as the hand continued down over his engorged clit. The depraved mewling moan he gave shocked even him as he felt her squeeze and even tug on it until it twitched in response.

Micha let out habitual whimper and dropped his chin down against the stone. He felt so helpless and exposed, unable to even plead his case with the strange goblin. The woman continued on without a care, casually fondling him until his slit grew damp against her fingers. A shudder ran down his spine and heat flashed across his face and chest as he felt the woman lean in and breathe in his scent. Her hand squeezed his ass firmly as she sniffed at him so intimately. “God what are you doing? Your breath… so warm.” He groaned  out softly as her hot breath buffeted against his aroused cunt, only exciting his body further.

She dipped her fingers into the clam shell she had brought with her, the inside laden with a fatty lard like substance that steamed around her fingers. Once she had a decent glob on her fingertips, she pressed into his still slightly stretched out entrance. He let out a startled moan as the extremely warm substance spread over his quivering walls. It was similar to lube, but heated by the coals of the fire to the perfect warmth to stimulate and arouse him without the need for foreplay.

She had to be prepping him to be mounted. There was no other reason for her to be knuckle deep within him spreading the lard around every surface. The thought of the male goblins mounting him was starting to look much better to him. It could just be the lard being slowly fingered into him or the meat settled in his belly. But he was actually considering them. They couldn’t possibly be that bad considering they were short. He could handle their smaller cocks in payment for the food he was provided. While he didn’t necessarily enjoy the way the ugly fuckers stared at him, he wouldn’t have to deal with that much when they were behind him.

His breathing was becoming ragged and his thighs trembled against the stone slab he was positioned on. The thought of being mounted by the camp infiltrated his every thought even after the woman finally pulled her fingers free. She stood and wandered back towards the group that had been enjoying their meal as she wiped her fingers against her tattered dress. Micha watched with a flustered expression as she made an announcement to the men. He swallowed back his nerves as he helplessly watched the men cheer and gather themselves to their feet. This was it, they were going to rut him. All six of them.