Chapter 0 - Punching Bag

Alaxal entered the fort's dungeon with an sense of excitement. Capturing women was nothing new, but capturing goblins was uncommon at the best of times. She'd proven to be resilient to the other raiders and their torture. But Ax didn't mind taking a personal hand in claiming new slaves or making them submit. And a goblin... he was eager to break her.

The goblin hung from her wrists, dangling two feet above the ground. She was a curvy being, with wide hips and a large bust for her kind. Her dark brown hair was tied into a ponytail that hung behind her. Her body was already decorated with blue and black bruises, especially around the torso.

He walked around to her front and her head raised slightly, her big round eyes scanning his face.

"You're wasting your time... I already told your goons... I don't know anything..." The goblin said, without preamble.

"You think that's what this is about? No." Alaxal told her simply "We want submission, not information. We're doing this for fun. But if you submit, now, I'll consider skipping over my favourite part."

"Consider it, my ass..." She replied "Go to hell..."

Alaxal smiled and spoke "Your mistake."

Before she could answer, his right fist had swung back and lay into her stomach. His next blow landed on her right cheek, followed by one to her side. Another punch landed on her nose. Ax's blows were randomly placed, and of varying strength. He made sure each one hurt, however. Torso. Arm. Cheek. Side. Chin. Each blow met with a wince.

Her grunts of pain as she was pummeled were muffled, but not silent. Ax hadn't expected her to be so weak she couldn't take a light beating without crying out. He almost regretted wasting his effort, but he could make her able to take it, whether she wanted it or not.

He pushed the goblin away from him, and landed another blow to her stomach as she swung back towards him. She brought her knees up to her stomach for a second or two, until she hung them downwards again, lacking the strength to keep them up. Her reward was a repeat of this stomach-bound blow.

The goblin coughed "Okay... I submit..."

The orc smirked "Too late for that. The weak deserve pain, and it's obvious you're as weak as they come."

Ax walked over to a nearby table. He was tempted by the leather whip, but it wasn't as impactful. He instead picked up a one-handed wooden club, the head of which was as thick as his hand.

"I'll have to beat that weakness out of you." Ax informed the goblin.The club smacked against her thigh and she cried in pain. The next blow landed on her knee and a sickening crunch was heard, followed by a scream. The next swing was aimed at her elbow. Then her stomach. Again, randomly placed blows, with measured force. His last swing smacked the club's head into her chest from below, leaving her winded and coughing.

The club was lightly thrown back onto the table and Alaxal got behind the goblin, slipping his leg armour down his legs and allowing his thick cock to stick upwards. Rubbing his cock between her thighs, he noted that her pussy was dry as sand. That knowledge only made this more exciting for the orc. Breaking slaves in was always the most fun part. Within a week, this slut would be cumming herself silly upon receiving such a beating. 

But he wouldn't fuck her yet. No, it wouldn't be as fun to claim her for the raiders without getting her wet first. Besides, forcing new captures to cum against their will was always a thrill.

He walked around the goblin's front and easily lifted a leg upwards. His right middle and forefingers worked inside her pussy, causing her to squeal in surprised pleasure. His thumb pressed against her bead and he rubbed it in circles. She struggled against him, trying to get away, but succeeding in nothing but getting him even more excited.

His fingers began to fuck her deeply, pushing in and spreading her insides, forcing a moan from her. He pushed them in fully and spread them wide, still massaging her bead. But she bit her lip to silence her moan, glaring at him with pure hatred. A little blood leaked from where she bit herself.

She thought she could fight this pleasure? How cute.

The smirking orc's fat fingers rapidly fucked her sopping cunt. The captive screamed out loud as he pleasured her, not caring if she was really enjoying this or not. His thumb no longer rubbed her clit, and his other hand reached up to grip her face and force her to look into his eyes. He could see the boiling hatred in hers. But moreso, the sheer terror. He increased his pace yet more and let go of her face, focusing entirely on forcing an orgasm from her.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Guh-No! NO! I don't wanna-CUUU-HUUUUUU-HUUUUUU-HUUUUUUU-HUUUUUM!" Her cry of pleasure was interrupted with sobs of grief. Her cunt spasmed around Ax's fingers as she came, squirting her juice all over the floor beneath her, forming a pretty large puddle. Ax pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them dry, relishing the juices.

He walked behind his prey, taunting her "Squirting just from a little fingerfucking... How pathetic. You're probably going to cum yourself dry during this next part."

His cock rubbed against her lips and she gasped "N-no... please... m-mercy..."

"No mercy for the weak." Ax told her simply, his tip rubbing against her entrance.

He didn't tease her long: he was too eager. Ax's tip pushed into her cunt and she screamed. He was slightly disappointed to see a lack of blood trickling down his cock-so she had been deflowered before. But she still stretched tightly around his cock as he pushed inside her. He was glad he'd forced her to cum first, or it would be a challenge to push into her like this. 

The goblin shrieked in pain as Ax's cock filled her completely. There was still an inch left for her to take, but her body would learn to take it, in time. The orc started to forcefully pump her tight cunt. She begged him to stop, to please have mercy. But he had none to give her. She was weak, and he was strong. This was just the natural order of things acting itself out.

His cock pumped into her faster still, her plump asscheeks jiggling in the brief time they had before Ax's hips slammed into them. His hands gripped her tight, using her traitorous body as the fuckhole it would soon become. The fuckhole it already was, even if it's owner didn't know that yet.

Alaxal was already getting close-the goblin's pleas and sobs, her tight pussy, and the feeling of complete dominance over her tiny figure, meant the orc was quickly approaching his edge.
Not wishing to deny himself, the orc unleashed himself inside her with a roar of pleasure. Two huge spurts of cum shot directly into her limp figure. By looking downwards, he noticed that her toes curled in answer to the feeling. The sight made him smile.

"It's going to be damn fun breaking you in..." he whispered in her ear, pulling out of her and letting his cum drip down her legs "Welcome to the raiders."

After redressing and walking away, he heard the goblin sobbing as he shut the dungeon's door behind him. A smile curved his mouth and his cock twitched beneath his armour.