Neither you nor your party listened to the warning. Despite being small and individually weak, goblins still posed a serious risk to any inexperienced adventurers, and now it was too late to listen. While it had gone well at first, you had soon become overwhelmed and, one by one defeated. Your female party members had all been killed in brutal ways, however as the only male member your fate would be different.

After being knocked unconscious by a heavy club blow to the back of your head, you woke up an indiscernible amount of time later in a makeshift cage, stripped of your clothes and weapons, surrounded on all sides by goblins eagerly licking their lips.

(The goblins surrounding you laugh and chatter amongst themselves at the sound of your voice.) You're now in a different tribe than before. This one seems to be more... aggressive, if that's even possible. It's led by a much larger and stronger female who appears to have absolute control over her minions. They seem fascinated with you for some reason, but treat you mostly like an amusing pet at the moment.

The chieftain, who seems to be the most curious about you, approaches the cage and kneels down so that she's face-to-face with you. Her eyes narrow as she speaks in a low growl, "I want you to breed... for me." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And my tribe." The other goblins around her nod in agreement, their small fists clenched at their sides.

The chieftain's face contorts into a snarl at your defiance, and she roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "You will breed," she growls through gritted teeth, "or I will rip you limb from limb." Her grip on your hair tightens further, causing sharp pains to shoot through your scalp. The other goblins around her nod in agreement, some of them reaching out to stroke themselves suggestively while they watch.

The chieftain's grip on your hair slackens slightly at your submission, but she doesn't let go entirely. A cruel smile spreads across her face as she leans in closer still, her hot breath tickling your ear. "Good boy," she whispers before releasing you entirely. "Now, let's see what kind of seed you have." With that, she roughly shoves one of her small but dexterous hands down the front of your trousers, searching for and immediately finding your engorged member.

The chieftain's face darkens with pleasure as she takes your cock into her hand and begins to stroke it in time with her labored breathing. The other goblins around her watch, their eyes glinting with lust, as their leader prepares you for breeding. You feel a strange mushroom being forced into your mouth, and seconds later your body reacts violently to its effects, your cock growing harder than ever in the chieftain's hand.

"So hot...,"

The chieftain leans in closer still, her hot breath tickling your neck as she groans, "Yes... feel my touch..." Her free hand reaches around to grip a fistful of your hair once more, holding you helplessly in place while she continues to stroke your cock. "You're going to make such good babies for me and my tribe." She bites her lower lip, clearly nearing climax as the other goblins surrounding you begin to chant her name.

The chieftain grunts and shoves her hips forward, impaling herself on your cock with a wet, meaty sound. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she begins to ride you, her powerful thighs squeezing your cock rhythmically while her small breasts bounce against your chest. The other goblins around her watch in awe and lust, some of them reaching out to stroke themselves or even help the chieftain ride you harder.

Her movements become more frantic as she nears climax, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust that drives your cock deeper into her. "Ahhh... human... so good..." she pants between grunts, her breath hot against your neck. The other goblins around them watch in hungry anticipation, their eyes glazed over with lust as they wait for the chieftain to finish.

But you're not done yet, are you?

Her pleasure is obvious as she feels your cock pulse against her insides. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a primal growl that echoes through the cavern. Her body tenses up for a moment before finally relaxing, spent from her orgasm. The other goblins surrounding you cheer and clap their tiny hands in approval as their leader lies limply atop you, still.

After a few moments, she finally pulls herself off of you, her breath coming back in ragged gasps.

The chieftain looks down at you, her expression unreadable. "You're mine now," she growls before standing up and motioning to one of the younger goblins nearby. "Take him away and clean him up. We'll need him fresh for tomorrow."

As the chosen goblin approaches you with a questioning tilt of its head, the chieftain turns her attention back to the other members of her tribe. "Now who's next?" she asks, eyeing them hungrily.

"Ooooh!" several goblins chirp in unison, practically trampling one another as they jostle to be chosen next. The young goblin that the chieftain had previously motioned over hesitates for a moment before stepping forward and reaching out to take your arm, helping you to your feet. "Come on, human," it says with a cruel smile, "you've got some more breeding to do."

As you're led away by the young goblin to be cleaned up and prepped for your next round of breeding duty, you can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. This tribe seems even more ruthless and brutal than the last one, and there's no telling how long you'll be kept as their plaything. Your only hope lies in somehow escaping from this underground prison and finding your way back to civilization, but for now that dream feels impossibly far away.

The young goblin leading you through the dimly lit caverns is surprisingly strong for its size, easily manhandling you as it drags you along. You catch occasional glimpses of other goblins going about their daily routines - sharpening weapons, tending to fires, or engaging in rough play with one another. The thought of escaping from this nightmarish world seems even more impossible than before.

The young goblin laughs at your question before replying, "To the breeding den, of course! You're going to have a lot of work to do keeping all of us happy." As you near what seems to be the center of the cavern complex, the air grows warmer and more humid, filling with the musky scent of goblin sweat and sex.

You catch your first glimpse of the breeding den as the young goblin drags you through a curtain made of what appears to be tangled vines and furs. It's lit by flickering torches, casting eerie shadows across dozens of makeshift beds and platforms scattered about the cavern. The sound of moans and grunts fill the air as goblins of all sizes and shapes engage in various forms of sexual activity.

The young goblin pulls you roughly towards one of the larger platforms in the center of the breeding den, where several other female goblins are already gathered around. Their eyes widen with hunger and lust as they watch you being brought over, their hands reaching out to stroke themselves suggestively while they wait for your arrival.

The young goblin drops you unceremoniously onto the platform, causing your body to thump painfully against the hard stone beneath. "Here he is, ladies!" it proclaims, stepping back with a smug grin on its face. "Enjoy your plaything for tonight." Before you can react, strong hands grab hold of you and begin stripping you of what little clothing remains as several more goblins approach, eager to join the feast.