Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke - Sex Stories

Perils of Adventure Ch.01 - Silke

... she tried to straighten up, though, she found her head was somehow stuck. Instinctively, she made to reach for whatever had trapped her neck only to realize that her hands, too, were unable to move. Now, some might have found it bewildering to awaken in such a position, but our young thief had spent enough time in a pillory thanks to a few of her less successful escapades to recognize the symptoms even in such a groggy state. This did not, of course, make the discovery of her entrapment any more pleasant, but it did spare her whatever energy another might have wasted on futile attempts to break free.

The third thing Silke realized was that she was in the middle of a scene which she might well have opted against even were her only alternative the depths of hell. It had taken a few moments for her sleepy eyes to uncloud and adjust to the the darkness in which she found herself, but her surroundings were at last becoming clear. She could see before her a dozen or so small heaps of rotting wood, patched cloth, and crumbling stone that could only be (exceptionally poor) dwellings, and flitting between them she could just barely make out numerous squat, unshapely figures. With no light to see by save for that of a distant cooking fire and a few faintly glowing cave plants scattered here and there the runty figures were little more than silhouettes. But then, she hardly needed eyes to know her captors. What else could they be but the same fiendish greenskins which had isolated, ...

... captured, and brutalized her so enthusiastically? And now she was in their village.

The fourth and final thing of consequence that Silke realized as she stumbled towards full consciousness was that she was moving. Or, more accurately, she was being moved. As the erstwhile adventuress struggled to gather her bearings she could feel her shoulders knocking against the firm frame of her prison, her legs trembling beneath her, something rough and leathery slapping against her ass...

Hot tears began to well up in the corners of the new slave's eyes, tracing salty rivers down her cheeks before plummeting to splash against the stone ground beneath as she realized she was again being used by one of her captors. Had they even stopped? The goblins must have done so eventually after she passed out from the initial abuse in order to bring her back to their lair, but once they placed her in her new prison had they left her to rest at all or simply picked up where they left off taking it in turns to rape her limp, dangling body while the rest simply went about their business? Were they ever going to stop?

The goblin having his way with Silke must have already been nearing his peak before her return to the land of the living, or else her sudden squirming was a most delightful surprise, because she had scarcely even realized what was happening before his member started twitching and spraying its terrible load up into her thoroughly sodden cunt. He didn't linger, withdrawing almost ...