《The Goblin Nation》5 The Mother
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I was told to sit next to a large water basin. The Goblin washed our bodies with old clothing. All the women bathing with me were my companions. To the right of me was Natasha. She has black hair, green eyes, and had the most massive pair of breasts I have ever seen. The other two women were twins from some faraway country. If I remember correctly one of them is called Sam, and the other one should be Isis or Cyrus. They had light brown hair and brown eyes, and they were both petite. Their most eye-catching feature was their cat-like ears and tails — the staple feature of the beastkins. Just about a month or so, we four were heading to the forest to make a living for ourselves. Who would've thought we would end up here. The goblin poured water on me. It was cold.
Goblins. No one knows where they came from, but we do know that they appeared near desolate cities — cities filled with treasures. I joined a raiding party as one of their camp maids to support my family - and curiosity of the outside world. We were paid to maintain their equipment, cook food, and wash their linens.
The pay was excellent, and the days pass by rather quickly. We stayed in the Raiden Forest for four weeks. The adventures would come back every day with several bags of loot they found in the city ruins. Sometimes they would bring an injured adventurer or two, but we had a camp doctor around to help get the injured get back up on their feet for the next days looting.
Overall, my time in the camp was uneventful. Until that faithful day, that is. The adventurers assigned to guard the camp decided to drink while they were on duty. A goblin scouting party took noticed and informed their tribe. The head camp maid tried to get us all to organize to evacuate, but it was too late.
They broke our walls, slain the drunk guards, and captured 10 of us, nine women and one man. They dragged us back to their tribe. This red goblin and his 'clique' brought us to this rundown barn and gang-raped us on the cold, hardwood floor. Over and over again, they would defile us, for what seems like weeks, months even, until finally, they stopped.
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I realized after seven days ago, why. We were pregnant and have now given birth to those monsters.
That goblin woman. I detest her. She taunts me, calling me a goblin mother every time she feeds me this purple sludge. The goblin I spawned was hideous. It had a large arched nose, short pointed ears, and its eyes were just like that of a goat. It had short black hair and long protruding canines.
I was forced to carry it on my arms and let it feed off of me. If I could move, I would have thrown this spawnling to the side and run away, but I lost the ability to move. It was due to that purple sludge they feed us.
From what I can tell, whatever was in that purple sludge, it had two effects on our body. The first is that it heals us from our wounds. For instance, Sam's chest should be covered in scars, but only a few small scratches were there. Because she had an aggressive spawn attacking her repeatedly, she was fed the most to heal her wounds faster.
The other effect is paralysis. We can't move no matter how hard we try to lift our muscles. They started feeding this to us right before spawning the goblins. We felt the pain of childbirth, but our muscles remained relaxed throughout the process.
They had us hold the spawns. Forced us to cradle these things as if they were babies. At first, they were harmless. Most of their time was spent feeding off. Occasionally they would muscle spasms. This was due to their unnatural growth rate. But it's not just unnatural; it's most definitely caused by magic. During the first spasm attack, the wriggling spawnling in my arms turned its head on me. Its head twisted like an owl. Meanwhile, the limbs twisted and contorted as if possessed by some fiend. But no, it was magic.
Behind the goblin's head was an elaborate magic inscription most definitely of the highest order. As the spawnling groaned in pain, the inscription manifested and glowed. The inscription is contained within an enclosed circle. Inside the ring were some letters from a language I have never seen - not like I've seen many - and written together to form an 'X' shape. This inscription tattooed on them was probably the cause of the rapid growth of goblins. Understanding these symbols could help us learn about the origins of goblins. Oh, how I would like to know more about it, but I don't even think I will be able to survive.
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Across from me was another woman. I rarely talk, so I don't remember her name, but I do remember that scene I saw. The goblin she spawned ravaged her. Her rib cage was torn apart. Flesh and bones fly across the room, and her blood splattered across the wall. She died without struggling because she can't. Then suddenly, I felt small hands climbing up my body. The goblin I spawned has reached its prize and bit on my nipple. My heart raced in anticipation. My fate was sealed. Or so I thought.
The spawnling let go of me. The cries of the other spawnling must have caught its attention. They both looked at each other and then suddenly, the one across the room charged at us. But the spawnling on top of me did not yield. It stood its ground despite being smaller.
Eventually, the smaller one lost and fell to the ground. But it didn't give up. The bigger spawnling tripped when the small one grabbed its leg. Then the small one stood up, upright. I was as surprised as the other goblins were. It should take only a day or so since it spawned, and yet it could stand up like an adult goblin.
The big one jumped on the small one and sunk its teeth into the shoulder. The small one fell on the ground for the second time while its attacker remained on top of it, biting deeper. It retaliated back by punching its sides, and it worked. Both parties stood up. The bigger one lounges at him, but the smaller goblin countered by dropping down and then swayed his hip forward, whipping his hand into an uppercut. The larger one fell, and the smaller one was carried on its shoulder and brought to me. The goblin rested on my chest and began to suckle on my breast. It went to sleep, looking calm and content, gently sucking on my nipple.
That was five days ago. "Raised arms slave." The goblin demanded. I raised my arms as high as I can. The other goblins had to raise the other women's arms themselves. The goblin taking care of me stopped feeding me those purple sludge because the spawnling was rather gentle with me. It bit me a few times, but they were never strong enough to scratch. It felt more like it was just teething.
Water poured on me, and the goblin woman began washing my hair. This one can learn from my... that spawnling. With that style of hair care, I'll probably lose my hair before my sanity. Or maybe I will die from the cold bath these goblins are providing us.
After a few minutes of bathing, she took my blue linen and wrapped me around it. It barely protected me from the cold. My body shivered as we make our way back to the barn. The goblin made me walk. It couldn't be bothered putting me on the sleds that the other women were riding on.
"Walk faster!" It yelled at me. Its voice attracted the attention of the other goblins, forming a crowd around us. The goblin men whistled at us, calling out to us.
"Hey, Me give fun time!"
"Me love good!"
"Shut up. No touching, chief orders!" The goblin with the curly red hair yelled at them. The crowd immediately dispersed after hearing the word 'chief.' We arrived at the barn. In the middle of the room was a deer carcass. It was torn apart into four pieces. Most of its flesh is gone. Those spawnlings managed to eat it nearly cleanly.
The goblins prepared some haystacks for us to rest. I was placed back on my spot. The goblin I spawned limped towards me. It rested its head on my chest while keeping an eye on the goblin women. Its head followed their every movement until finally, they disappeared. The spawnling raised its head and leaned close to face.
"Mama," It whispered. "I made a pact with the other children. We are going to grow stronger as quickly as possible and get all of you out here. We will free you, ok."
What?
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