Chapter 97

Lyra blinked in surprise and searched for her. No Opal. Concerned now, she stepped from between the tents and into a main thoroughfare. This time she found the Goblin girl. She hadn’t gone far, she was outside some kind of large crudely constructed wooden building, one of the largest she had seen in the camp. There were sounds coming from within, rather ... lewd sounds. With a blush she realised she was looking at the whore house that Braur had mentioned ... only, she hadn’t realised he meant it because she was a Goblin.

There was a stockade outside with a female Goblin in it. Behind the stockade a large seven foot tall Orc was thrusting up into her. Each powerful grunted hump causing the wood to creak and groan and for the goblin girl’s head to rock forward, her long curly black hair bouncing, her mouth hanging open, gasping with each thrust.

Opal was staring at her, her rapier hung loose at her side.

As she watched the Orc finished with a snarl and pulled out. The sound of semen spattering on the wood below as it fell from the Goblin’s cunny filled the air. The stockade Goblin twitched and let out a groan. As she recovered she blew air up and her hair moved away revealing her face. She noted Opal and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, if you’re gonna watch stick your master’s coin in the pot, don’t be a leech.” She nodded down at what was in fact a metal pot left upside down on the corner of the stockade.

Opal tilted her head but remained silent.

The stockade goblin rolled her eyes. “Hurry the fuck up and let me out of this thing will yah?”

An Orc appeared from the building, no not an Orc, far too small, smaller than Braur even. It took a moment for Lyra to realise that the muscular girl she was looking at was in fact a Half-Goblin Half-Orc. The Half-Orc produced a key and unlocked the stockade. The Goblin girl after a moment of struggle managed to pull free, her legs trembling for a moment before she found her balance.

She was about to step off the stockade when the Half-orc put a hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“You got your twenty?”

“Yah, easy, now get your hand off of me,” she swiped the Half-orc’s hand aside and jumped down. She landed harder than she had clearly expected and a flood of cum splooshed from her reddened cunt splattering on the ground. She made a displeased face and wobbled over to one of the many chairs set outside the front of the building. With a sigh she flopped onto it, her legs spread wide as though her crotch was too sensitive for her to close them. She grabbed up a hand fan from the table and began waving it over her pussy. Another sigh of relief slipped from her lips as cum continued to drip drip drip from her swollen folds onto the ground.

“You’re a slave?”

The Goblin lazily angled her head and eyed Opal. Then she brought her free hand up and tapped the steel collar around her neck.

“I’m a Gobbo. What do you think?”

Opal squeezed the grip of her rapier in thought.

“From a dungeon?”

The collared Goblin raised an eyebrow. “Barely. The half Gobs brought me up on the outside. They’re the ones who run this place.”

Opal nodded as though her suspicions were confirmed. “So you don’t really know what dungeon thinking is like?”

“What? What’s that? I dunno what you’re on about now.”

“It’s where everything is kill or be- where everything is just about...” Opal sighed. “Where life is very very short and very very ruthless and very very nasty and you have to think like that or you die.”

“Mm, Okay, I get that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to get by.” She gestured over her shoulder as the Half-orc lead another naked female Goblin from out of the building. The Goblin jumped up into the stockade and the Half-orc locked her in, she spread her legs and perked her naked rear up in the air as another huge male Orc stepped over and climbed up onto the stockade, unbuckling his belt. “Of course it helps if you like the work, male Gobbo’s got needles compared to a nice fat Orc dick and I’d much rather be doing this than be a regular slave like you, I’ve got, yah know, job security.”

Opal blinked at her.

The Goblin rolled her eyes. “I can’t get preggers, I’m barren. The Halves don’t like the hassle of having to kill the baby Halves that are constantly getting popped out so they take special care of me. You annoy your owner and they’ll squish you and buy another, can’t do that with me though, barren Gobbos are rare as hens teeth.”

“That sounds ... shit. And I’m not a slave.”

“Sure you aren’t. Guessing you’re fresh out a dungeon huh?” She plucked a beer from the table some Orc had left behind and drained the dregs of it then let out a belch.

Opal fingered the pommel of her rapier. “Don’t you want to be free?”

“And go where?”

“S-somewhere safe, we could make ... something.”

“Sounds like an easy way to die if you ask me.”

A Half-orc suddenly loomed over Opal blocking out the sun.

“Unless your owner is looking to sell you aren’t wanted here. Fuck off before I steal you and sell you myself.”

Opal scowled but stepped out of the way.

“Come Grace, you’re wanted. Threesome.”

“Ack, I’m still a cummy mess down below though.”

“Yeah, that’s why they want you, sloppy seconds.”

Grace snorted a laugh. “Fuckin’ Orcs.”

As they moved toward the building Opal lifted her thorny rapier and pointed it at the Half-orc’s back.

“Opal,” murmured Lyra quietly coming up behind her. “This isn’t a good idea, we should go.”

“But-”

“Do you want to get her killed?”

Her shoulders dropped. “No ... it’s just she’s not like, you know, the rest. She’s like me, different, not all dungeonified.”

“We can talk about this later, look she’s gone now.”

It was true, Grace had disappeared inside. After a moment of staring at the door Opal turned away.

She plodded sadly after Lyra and Kel away from the whorehouse.

“Ridiculous. You treat your slave like a leveler,” muttered Kel, glancing back at Opal.

“Do you see a collar on her? She isn’t a slave.”

Kel scoffed. “What? And you just keep a wild Goblin around? I highly doubt that. More than likely you have one of those heart needle enchantment things to keep her in line. The rest is just you treating the thing like a pet, like some kind of weirdo.”

Lyra gave him an annoyed look. “What if you’re wrong? What if you’re wrong about Goblin’s altogether? What if they’re just as sapient and alive as we are?”

“They’re monsters.” stated Kel, as if that was an absolute argument ending point.

She sighed. She knew from how she used to be that she was talking to a brick wall. This was pointless and she had things to do.

“Where can I find animals, erm, cattle to buy, and things like that.”

Kel seemed happy to change the subject, clearly thinking he had won, and pointed ahead. They soon arrived at a part of the camp that had been set aside for livestock, a lot of livestock. An army marched on its stomach and apparently a moving clan was no different.

It wasn’t hard to see who was in charge. A tall and grossly overweight Orc was shouting at an Orc child mucking out a sty.

He snorted up a ball of greasy snot and spat it on the young Orc’s back as they neared. Turning, he gave them suspicious looks, perhaps the most distrust they’d drawn since coming to the camp.

“Kel.” he nodded. “This ‘ad better be important. I can always do with more fer’ workin’ and I won’t hesitate to use my higher level than youse to make you do it if you test me.”