Vashti Valant - Slave of the Goblin

Laya hesitated. He squeezed her shoulders in a desperate, wordless plea, and she melted. They were already whispering. But Laya drew his ear even closer to impart information she had never imagined she would voluntarily share with any goblin, not even Akraz. As soon as she did it, she saw the triumphant gleam in his eyes, and she regretted her impulse. Exactly because she felt so deeply for him, she could not trust her own judgments him. Many a lover had a lover betrayed. If Akraz betrayed her, it would break more than one elf maid’s heart, it would break the crown of Chavana.

She could not undo what she had done. Her fate and the fate of all free elves and humans in Chavana now rested in the hands of a goblin general.

On the other side of the screen, Zathstragomal warned them loudly, “Stay hidden and silent now. Our final guest is on his way. Watch closely but do not show yourselves until I so command.”

The door to the chamber opened again. Driven by morbid curiosity, Akraz and Laya leaned forward to peek through the slats in the screen.

“Ah,” smirked Zathstragomal. “The guest of honor.”

A naked male elf entered the room. He wore a harness and belt, like the playthings in the Garden of Poisons, but his backside bore the welts of many whippings, and there was still a shred of defiance clinging to him.

“Crawl to me, slave,” ordered Zathstragomal.

The elf stiffened. With visible difficulty, he mastered his pride, bent to all fours, and crawled like a dog before the black throne.

“Very good, your lessons are finally taking, I see,” chuckled Zathstragomal. “Do you forget that you agreed to submit yourself to me willingly?”

The elf muttered something. Zathstragomal slapped him.

“No, Master,” the elf said in a louder voice. His head shot up, and for the first time, Akraz and Laya saw his face full on. Laya gasped so audibly that Akraz clapped his hand over her mouth.

It was Lathaniel.

“You came to me, elf,” the wizard continued to gloat. “You gave yourself over to me of your own free will.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now you will perform for me, and for some guests of ours behind the screen.”

Lathaniel glanced sharply toward the screen.

“Oh you’ll meet them soon enough. I just wanted you to know that you have an avid audience. Why don’t you start by giving my cock a good licking.”

Zathstragomal opened his robes. Underneath, he wore nothing. His organ lay flaccid against his thigh. Lathaniel gritted his teeth. He leaned into the wizards lap and began to lick the penis. It grew slowly under this attention. Zathstragomal shoved the cock full into Lathaniel’s mouth, grabbed the elf’s hair and forced his head to bob up and down on the organ.

Laya began to weep silently into Akraz’s hand.

“Laya,” he whispered. “I didn’t know. I swear. I thought he escaped.”

She turned her head into his shoulder. “I can’t bear to watch.”

“You love him, don’t you?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” Yes, Laya realized. She loved Lathaniel. And at last she understood why she had never been able to take him as a lover, or contemplate marrying him. They had been raised together. She loved him like a brother. She could not stand to see him sexually degraded before her.

“Enough,” the wizard said, meanwhile. He had not ejaculated, indeed, was still only partially erect. He pulled a key from his robe and undid the belt Lathaniel wore. With a swift yank that made Lathaniel wince, the wizard removed the phallus that had been plugging Lathaniel’s anus. He shoved the phallus into Lathaniel’s mouth.

“This is fit only for you mouth. It does not stretch your ass nearly enough. Do you see the stone phallus sticking out of the ground, the one carved like a goblin sticking out his tongue? Go impale yourself on that. You must lower yourself all the way until you can rest your knees on the floor. Then lean back and grab your ankles with your hands.”

Lathaniel obeyed. His face turned ashen with the effort to take the entire stone tongue into his ass. Holding his ankles forced his chest back and his hips forward lewdly. The phallus and belt still stuffed his mouth. Zathstragomal, robe flung carelessly open, picked a slim leather rod from a selection on the wall.

Zathstragomal stroked Lathaniel’s strained face, then fondled Lathaniel’s balls and cock. The member jumped in his hand, much more eagerly than the wizard’s own jaded organ had responded to greater stimulation.

“Still so fresh, so eager,” chuckled Zathstragomal. Lathaniel’s face burned with humiliation.

The little black rod went to work then, snapping at Lathaniel’s cock. The elf lord’s member engorged with blood. It bobbed and danced eagerly for the rod. Lathaniel thrashed and whimpered on the stone tongue that impaled him, tormented by the sadistic mix of pain and pleasure. His efforts to both escape from and offer himself to the black rod caused him to bounce up and down on the stone tongue. Whenever his excitement threatened to build into orgasm, Zathstragomal slowed the flicks of the rod into taunting caresses, then increased the tempo again if the organ began to flag.

The wizard tossed away the little black rod and picked out a new, longer whip. “Get up. Walk forward with your hands touching your feet. Don’t drop the cock in your mouth.”

Lathaniel tried to follow these instructions, but it was difficult for him. He was clearly still sore from the stone phallus, and the position was awkward in any case. Zathstragomal drove him forward with slashes of the whip on Lathaniel’s upturned buttocks. The wizard chased the elf all around the room with this debasing game. By the finish, Lathaniel ended up before the low black couch. Here Zathstragomal issued new orders, forcing Lathaniel to lie across the couch with his head hanging down one side and his buttocks hanging over the other edge, legs spread.

At some time during the whippings, Zathstragomal had found arousal in the elf’s shame and pain, and now hard, he positioned his cock at the precipice of Lathaniel’s anus.

“Remind me again how you came to me, elf,” mocked Zathstragomal.

“Of my own free will,” wept Lathaniel.

“Then you must want this.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Tell me, slave!”

“Fuck me, Master. Please fuck me.”

The wizard laughed and shoved himself rough and hard into the prostrate elf. He slapped Lathaniel’s welted, tender buttocks as he pounded his cock deep into his cheeks.

“I think it’s time you met our guests,” said Zathstragomal. He reached down and grabbed the loose ends of the chastity belt, yanking the chains backward. Since Lathaniel still gagged on the phallus, this forced the elf lord’s face to jerk up just as Akraz and Laya stepped out from behind the screen.

“Behold your betrothed and her goblin lover,” mocked Zathstragomal.

He did not stop his fucking but continued to ram Lathaniel’s ass, while forcing the elf to stare at the two people the elf lord must least have wished to witness his degradation. Laya could not guess what depths of humiliation Lathaniel must have felt in that moment.

His face, which had been flushed and tearstained, first drained of all blood, then deepened into crimson purple. His eyes bugged. Tears flowed again, tears of utter shame and despair.

The elf lord’s misery so excited the wizard that he reached his climax. He pulled out at the last minute, in order to do Lathaniel the final disgrace of soiling him with a rain of cum. It splattered all over his hair and back.

“Well, now.” The wizard shook off his cock a final time and reseated himself with aplomb on his throne. “Isn’t this a cozy reunion? Just as I promised. Of course, we really have Akraz to thank.”