Chapter 63: Danica Cleans House

Not one to be left out of the action, while the trio on the ground were busy both facilitating and perpetrating the fucking of the large crop of freshly feminized goblins, Danica spied a final opportunity to put her main area of expertise to use. Largely ignoring the clump of prone goblin girls who had just been laid flat by Samantha’s sonic boom, the elf’s eyes roamed along the borders of the market, looking for any greenskins which might have escaped either Lexi or Samantha’s respective spells — and could thus still post a threat to her friends on the ground.

Though it appeared to Danica that all of the goblins who had been in the vicinity of the slave pens had fallen victim to both of her teammate’s spells — which drew a dark chuckle from the elf — her face tightened and grew grim when her gaze took in the perimeter. Four of the goblins had apparently been outside the range of Lexi’s Feminization spell and were still in full possession of their green cocks. Not only that, but despite the situation rapidly developing among their kinsmen — or rather kinswomen — this quartet was still happily occupied by dipping their cocks into the three girls locked into the pillories as “free samples” by the slavers.

“Abominations,” she whispered, eyes wide with barely suppressed rage and indignation as she took in the scene, attempting to map out the best way to neutralize all four of the goblins without risking the girls’ lives. “I will end this.”

The tiny halfling girl — who, though a fully-grown adult, possessed a stature which to human and elf eyes appeared almost child-like in proportions and size — was locked into the smallest of the three pillories standing up. Her mop of curly brown hair covered her face, nearly obscuring the enormous hazel eyes that looked out with a dead stare from beneath the brunette locks. Thick globs of cum dripped slowly out of those brown curls, the remains of a facial given to her by some other goblin. But now, that same cum was being shaken loose by the hard smacking thrusts into her tiny body’s asshole delivered from yet another goblin from behind.

Danica’s ire grew even more fiery as her eyes panned right, seeing the pilloried elf next to the halfling girl. Similar enough in their builds and general appearance, if not for the elf’s bedraggled pixie cut of pink hair, she and Danica might have looked to be cousins. And, although Danica was sure that she did not personally know this elf, their race’s numbers were small enough that it was entirely plausible that there was some relation between the two of them — however distant. That made what was happening to the poor elf so much harder for Danica to bear.

One goblin was forcing his cock so far into the elf’s throat that, even from her perch up on the mountainside, Danica could see her throat bulging out and contorted as it struggled to accommodate the invading organ’s thickness. The rough thrusts were accompanied by brutal slaps to the girl’s face, each one leaving a bright red welt wherever the green palm struck. Behind her, another of the goblin shotas hunched over the elf’s back, balls slapping noisily against her clit as he hammered her pussy with fast and deep thrusts.

The third of the three pilloried girls, the busty human with the twin red braids, had her ass upturned with a single goblin standing behind her. The difference in size between the two was such that the child-sized goblin’s face was almost at level with the redhead’s hips as she stood locked into the pillory. Her giant tits swung pendulously as her body was rocked back and forth from the brutal fisting the goblin behind her was delivering.

The little green creature stroked his cock with one hand while ramming the other almost elbow deep into the bound woman’s cunt. Sickeningly, Danica realized that the only reason the goblin’s fist was able to penetrate her cunt so easily was that it was so full of goblin cum, that her raw and abused pussy lips were covered in thick white globs that had leaked out from the repeated creampies, and a foamy white discharge from the cum deposited inside her by who knew how many goblins being churned by this one’s brutal fisting.

Shaken by the display, Danica took a deep breath to steady herself. Then, she reached into her quiver and began drawing arrows.

The first arrow pierced the goblin doggy-fucking the little halfling right between the eyes. Danica’s position gave her a decent angle of attack from the front and right side, and this goblin was — fortunately for the ranger — watching his kinsmen double team the elf while he dipped his own wick in the tiny halfling’s cunt. The cracking sound when the arrow split his skull was loud enough that it echoed throughout the valley, reaching Danica’s ears all the way up in her sniper’s nest. His head snapped back from the impact, dropping his body to the ground as it naturally followed the same motion, his cock slipping out of the halfling’s pussy one final time as the goblin blew his last load all over his own dying corpse.

“One down…”

Danica knocked her second arrow with a rapid fluidity that spoke of countless hours of training, the eighty year-old elf’s intimate familiarity with her weapon far surpassing anything of which her shorter-lived friends were capable. Again, her bow sang as the string twanged, releasing a shaft of feathered death set to rain down from above. And, once again, her arrow found its mark, piercing through the forearm of the goblin who, at that moment, was wrist-deep in the redhead’s sopping cunt. The iron shaft passed directly between the creature’s ulna and radius — embedding itself deep inside the goblin’s gut and pinning the arm in place.

The goblin howled in pain, yanking the hand of his injured arm free as he doubled over, the vacuum caused by the rapid removal of the appendage leaving a gaping cunt in its wake. The abused woman’s hole was temporarily stretched wide from the violent fisting, and leaked cum freely now that the green plug had been so suddenly removed. Before the goblin had a chance to do anything other than bellow in agony and rage, Danica had already loosed another arrow, this one catching the creature in the soft depression just above the collarbone. As he was still bent over clutching madly at his pierced arm and gut, this allowed the arrow the perfect angle to sink straight into the goblin’s heart — felling the little green figure instantly.

“… and that’s two…”

Somehow, the two goblins who were double-teaming the pilloried elf girl had failed to notice the first of their kinsmen who had taken an arrow to the forehead. However, the gurgled death cries of the second goblin to fall to Danica’s rain of death caught their attention. The one who had been facefucking the pink haired elf pulled his long cock out of her throat, there it had just been embedded so deep that his balls were resting on her chin. The elf coughed and gagged, hacking up thick stands of gooey throat slop in the process, while the goblin looked around frantically, his eyes looking in all the wrong places for the assassin.

His comrade was still too far into his own little world to notice what was happening around him. Hunched over the elf’s hips, he hammered a few final thrusts into her raw asshole, his body quivering as he came. With her elven sight, Danica could see his balls draw up tight, as the muscles in his lower body rapidly contracted to pump load after load of cum deep into the elf girl’s bowels. So occupied, he was her first target. While he was in the very midst of his orgasm, firing off ropes of cum inside the elf’s tight asshole, the iron tip of Danica’s feathered shaft thudded hard into his temple, punching straight through to exit out the other side.

Amazingly, the shot failed to kill the creature outright, but did cleanly sever his optic nerves, leaving him bleeding and blind as he collapsed into a heap on the ground, screaming in pain and terror as his hands reached up to blindly discover the arrow protruding from both sides of his skull. The look of utter astonishment on his face when his hands found the arrow was cemented there forever, as another arrow thudded into his chest, delivering a mortal blow to the creature’s heart.

“…one to go…”

Seeing his friend, with whom he had only moments before been sharing an elf slave’s warm and wet holes, fall dead from a pair of expertly placed shots delivered by an archer he still could not locate sent the remaining goblin into a panic. He ran about the pillories madly, growing every more erratic and upset as he fully took in the fact that all of his kinsmen who had been enjoying the “free samples” were now dead — except for him. It was only when that realization dawned on the creature that he thought to look to the rest of the goblins who had previously been milling about the pens, examining the flesh for sale. He froze in place, eyes wide and jaw slack, when he saw the orgy of intermingled green and white flesh.

Before his mind had a chance to even begin processing what his eyes were seeing, he felt a painful thump between his shoulder blades. Stupidly, he looked down, only to see the iron tip of an arrow protruding from his breastbone. The goblin dropped to his knees, clutching desperately behind him, trying in vain to reach the shaft. This searching was interrupted, as was his very life, when a final arrow thudded into the back of his neck, the iron tip shattering one of his vertebrae and cleanly severing his spinal cord at the same time. Paralyzed and fading fast, the goblin fell forward into a pool of his own blood, eyes still locked on the unnerving sight of dozens of goblin females apparently being gang fucked by an escaped horde of humanoid slaves.

“…and that makes four,” Danica concluded.

With that, the elf shouldered her bow, and began picking her way carefully down the mountainside, sliding down the rope her fellow adventurers had used before the mayhem of Lexi’s plan had gone into effect. Before she started making her descent, Danica noted that Samantha and Gretel had already made their way over to the females’ pen and were in the midst of freeing them. In what was apparently her typical method, Samantha had simply smashed through the door, and now she and Gretel were cutting — or in the monk’s case snapping barehanded — the women’s leather bonds as quickly as their hands could work.

That made Danica’s choice an easy one.

She set her sights on the three pilloried girls who, although their sexual assailants all now lay dead around them, were still locked into the unbelievably humiliating bondage apparatuses. Once she could set those girls free, her part in this first phase of Lexi’s plan would be complete. The other two girls had been somewhat skeptical about just how smoothly they would be able to pull off the plan, but Danica had never doubted her adopted leader — and now lover — for a second. And, surveying the situation as she descended the mountainside, Danica saw that her faith had been well-placed indeed.

Not only were nearly all of the slaves freed, but the vile greenskins who still lived were being taught a lesson that — if they happened to survive — would be impossible to forget. Although, seeing the fires which had been lit in the eyes of the freed men and women, Danica thought it unlikely that any of the greenskins would survive long enough to regret their vile deeds. Death would surely come to them in full payment for everything they had put these poor wretches through.

And that, Danica thought grimly, would be the only true justice.