Chapter 1 - Mercedes Bad Day

Had she misread his instructions? Mercedes, Leader of the Enlistment Corps, had been requested by The Arisen to meet alone at a secluded location and discuss, “shocking revelations that concern conspiracy against the duke”, in his words. To her knowledge he would be bringing an informant who knew of these foul schemes; collusion against the leader of Gran Soren was the highest crime. The meeting spot was a small outcropping that lied just on the outskirts of a road leading into the capital.  Tall trees and large boulders shielded it from sight and under his suggestion decided that it would make the perfect location for a secret rendezvous. Night had just fallen and the athletic bombshell found herself quite worried for The Arisen’s safety. Although the young woman found his request quite odd given the distance from civilization she had no doubt that her charge would be true to his word. The young wizard had proven to be valiant, caring, and noble; perhaps she felt something for him? No. She was a knight, and nothing else came before duty and service to the kingdom. Plus, she was a noblewoman, how would that look? Regardless, she wished he’d hurry, hugging her armored chest tightly to stave off the cold. Any minute, she thought to herself; thick muscular thighs trembled in the night’s cold. She had left her sword and shield behind a boulder nearby, as she’d been told that the informant was a noblewoman of esteem, uncomfortable with such tools of war. Unfortunately, The Arisen, corrupted the endless cycle of reincarnation, had no plans of meeting the feeble knight. However, he wasn’t a bad host, and had arranged for “men of esteem” to go in his place; the snooty she-goat would indeed have company.
 
The welcoming party stealthily darted through the surrounding forest, approaching their prey from all angles; some snickered as they quietly hobbled closer. Beady red eyes stripped the shivering woman with depraved desire and a could barely contain their grotesque and throbbing erections. Mercedes heard several branches snap to her north, “Is that you ser Arisen?” The moonlight was her only source of light, as a lantern may have called unwanted attention. The Arisen reminded her of that. From the shadows a sickly-looking hobgoblin emerged, wielding a rusty cutlass with a crooked iron crown adorning the top of his head; it smiled with rotten teeth. Flustered, the brown skinned beauty trembled in her tight leather chaps, brow twisted in an expression of disgust, frustration, and most importantly dread. She looked to the boulder where her weapons were only to see another ugly goblin emerge. This one was different, much smaller, matching its leader in depravity. Her voice trembled meekly as the entire raiding band surrounded her, “F-Foul creatures! I am Mercedes M-Marten of-.” She heard a shrill screech before everything went black; The Corrupted Arisen’s new friends weren’t fans of conversation. 

When Mercedes awoke she frantically looked about, determining that she had been moved to some musty cave or dungeon. The true nightmare was about to begin. The humbled she-goat had been shacked to the stone floor with rusted iron chains, locked into place on all fours, and a tight red collar wrapped firmly around her neck; her toned bare body quivered in the chilly hovel. She was a well-shaped woman without that cumbersome armor, light brown skin covered in light freckles. The Arisen had lusted after and bred her many lifetimes but had grown dull of even her shapely figure; this time he would take pleasure in others using her. The woman’s short black bob shifted as she desperately looked about and even with her sandy skin she was obviously blushing; she’d never felt so degraded. “What is the meaning of this—madness!”, she called out aimlessly into the darkness, her only aid for sight a dying torch. The mucus-colored hobgoblin shambled forward again, now wearing nothing besides its pathetic makeshift crown. It merrily licked its lips as it approached her flushed face with a thick warty cock; from the darkness nearly a dozen onlookers could barely muster their patience. Salty streams ran down the captured woman’s cheeks, able to smell the beast’ unwashed stench; a savior would arrive at any moment and slay these despicable-- The goblin chieftain grabbed the miserable human by her tiny ears before shoving itself into her tight mouth; she gagged immediately on the smelly shaft. 

Mercedes hadn’t the time to even resist as it began to throat-fuck her the unwashed meatpole. She tried to scream but couldn’t, body shuddering in disgust as it moaned a twisted moan.  How could this be? She was royalty! Her depraved captors cared little for titles or crowns, and she could hear more of them whoop and holler wildly out of sight; the putrid smell was on the verge of making her vomit it shoved her nose into scratchy pubes. At first, she simply allowed the beast to use her, having been left in utter shock by the whole ordeal, but with gathering what little pride had left the disgraced knight weakly attempted to bite her rapist’s leathery member; that was a bad idea. The deviant quickly removed itself with a mad bark even though she’d drawn no blood. Wronged by the pesky human the disgruntled hobgoblin glared at her with malice, spitting on the gasping knight. After some deliberation he slapped the damsel harshly before beckoning the horny followers to indulge themselves, signaling with a wild screech of joy. Poor Mercedes, who once fancied herself a soldier, was nothing more than a full-figured piece of meat to the troupe of impish creatures. Several rushed her while others fought and scrambled about wildly, they hunched over her shackled body and quickly went to work; each one with a uniquely grotesque phallus. Regardless of the effectiveness Mercedes couldn’t help but scream as goblin after gnarled goblin filled her womb, roughly bit her nipples, and filled her mouth with thick yellow cum. This went on for hours, as if goblins from across the capital had scurried to occupy this dark hell, eagerly awaiting their turn with the voluptuous knight. 

A larger hobgoblin straddled over her bruised round ass; a messy puddle of semen pooling below. The young Marten’s eyes twitched sporadically, mind reeling from her seemingly infinite number of abusers; perhaps she was ready to let go and let her mind slip away. A painful squeeze brought her back to reality, untrimmed claws digging into her waist and pulling her closer to the monster. T-This I-Isn’t Good. An inhumanly large cock slid between her rear cheeks.  Spoilt cum dribbled from her lower lip as the breaking she-goat frantically shook her head in disapproval of the next customer. Without warning the ugly brute forcefully worked its way into her ass, her muscular brown legs spasming as it tore her open. Great moans and sighs filled the sickly cave as the domineering hobgoblin occasionally spat on its twisted member for lubrication, it didn’t help, as it nearly ruined her insides. As Mercedes squeaked weakly her mind had reached its breaking point, a shattered sob slowly turning into guttural moan as another wretch entered her throat. This was her new life, and while she may have been a sub-par commander she had a feeling she could be good at this. Servicing numerous monster cocks in the name of... it didn’t matter... none of it did; her stomach was almost sloshing with the spunk of numerous goblins. The disgraced noble woman had little knowledge of how goblins procreated but for the first time in her life Mercedes had purpose, purpose that others would eagerly fulfill for her.
 
From the shadows the broken Arisen watched happily, checking off the first name in his list.
