a cursed charmed gap
dozens of goblins set up a trap to lure in various humans to gangbang, and you're their latest victim.
warnings: 1.8k words // the POV is weird in this one // masc!goblins x fem!reader // nsfw - explicit non-con, forced, trickery, reader is stuck in a charmed wall, gangbang, clit stim (pinching, flicking, sucking), spitting on/in the reader, lube is used, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, squirting, cum play, all of the goblins cum on or inside of the reader in some way, bullying, spanking, reader accepts her fate & she passes out at some point, and rough everything -> rough sex, rough fingering, rough oral, & rough multiple penetration - all vaginal and anal
A/N: idk. this came to me when trying to work on kinktober ideas for my other blog, and this definitely isn't something i can post over there. so. here, maybe this will be someone's niche over here <3
It’s such a simple trap. A charmed gap. It adjusts itself to allow the unsuspecting victim to fit halfway through, and then–bam! It shrinks. It cinches around their waist and locks them in their new home for the next twelve hours. Unfortunately, the goblins haven’t managed a way to extend that time yet, but twelve hours is more than enough time for them. Especially when someone new comes waltzing in so frequently in search of that promised treasure awaiting inside the damp, dark, dangerous caves.
Word surely spreads, of course, of what happens inside those shadowy caves. Sometimes, the visitor even manages to get the propped up treasure before they crawl out of there. But it matters not; the goblins set up another treasure from their hidden pile, and in comes someone new.
This time, in comes you. A lantern in hand, hesitant steps carrying you along the cramped passageways. You’re dressed as the typical adventurer is; sturdy boots, thick clothing to keep the cold out, a machete on your belt, a bag on your back. The faint noise everything makes–down to the flickering of the fire within your lantern–keeps all attention on you. There’s no hiding from what lurks in the shadows as you descend further into the caves. The promise of a golden chalice lined with jewels lures you in.
All the way in.
Right to the very gap in the wall that shines golden and tempting.
The goblins watch from their secret perches when you shrug off your backpack and set aside your lantern. Heat blooms deep beyond their bellies while you drop to your knees. You have to angle your shoulders a little awkwardly to get them through, letting your quiet hums and grunts tease them in endless echoes.
They’re beyond aching when you get your upper half through and that first pebble falls to the ground. You shift; hands flat on the ground where the chalice sits just out of reach, knees ready to push the rest of you through to get to it. To claim your treasure.
The spell kicks in.
The rocks shift in one fell swoop, and your surprised shriek cuts through the gaps.
Instantly, the goblins rush you. The timer has started, and there are so many of them eager and impatient. Their dozens of feet slap against the stony ground in quick succession–the sound acting as the only warning that you are, in fact, not alone within those caves. They bounce and echo and sink in closer. Closer. Closer. But as you squirm, push, and writhe–you have nowhere to go.
The wall doesn’t give; not even by a single pebble.
And all the shimmy of your hips just makes them ready to burst.
There’s nothing you can do but stare at the golden chalice when they reach you. Looking over the rubies and sapphires glinting in a single stray of sunlight creeping in from above. The gold hue overtakes the room with a taunting, mocking glow right as you feel the dozens of hands yank at your belt. Boots. Pants.
Your underwear goes down with your bottoms.
Strong arms force your knees apart.
Rough fingers grope right as the cold slams into you.
They froth at the mouth at the mere sight of you. They have a system and a rotation so all goes smoothly each time. It’s practiced chaos, but still chaos.
You squirm beneath their touch. Hips wiggling as frantically while you shout for help. But the sound barely carries through the wall between you, let alone through the winding turns and deep depths to the hidden entrance of the cave.
They’re ravenous. Desperate. Feral. They hold your legs apart for each other, then grope higher. Spreading you to see your asshole and cunt. They watch you quiver and squirm; clench and unclench. Their spit falls in thick globs, making you jolt and pull at their grasps, but they hold firm, licking their lips as their cocks pulse and leak.
They feel you, first. Keeping you held open for everyone to watch, they grope, rub, touch, taste. Fingers digging into the meat of your ass, rubbing their thick spit over your asshole, down between the folds of your cunt. They snicker and groan and moan. Pinching your clit between their uncaring fingers until your hips angle back and you’re shouting through the wall. They come closer and gather up spit on their fingers and press it into your cunt–one at a time at first, feeling your wet, warm cunt squeeze around them. The same way your asshole does as they press a finger into you there.
You seize up, shaking, trying to pull yourself through the wall that won’t give. The light of your lantern illuminates their grins and hungry eyes. It creates a view of the sea that their snickers fall into; each goblin with a cock hard and leaking for you. Each ready to burst as your holes squeeze and your hips jolt.
One spanks you hard, making you lurch and shout.
One crawls underneath you and pulls the hood back on your clit before wrapping its mouth around it. Your hips shove back and your back arches as they suck hard and don’t let up.
One straddles your back and hauls out their celebratory bottle they refill for every trapped victim. A pop of the cork and a little tilt, and all beam wide-eyed as the clear oil is drizzled over your exposed bottom. All of your exposed bottom.
Through the wall, you hang your head as one finger becomes two, pumping into your holes rough and deep. They stretch you as they fuck you, those in your cunt curling to hit your g-spot with such extreme directness, you lose your next breath and try to gasp to catch it. But the mouth on your clit sucks again, and tears well up as your pussy pulses.
Laughter bounces around the lantern-lit area. Your pussy drips as two fingers become four different ones, all pumping in at different times. Five wiggle inside your asshole, and one spits into you as they collectively hold you open and spread.
Soon….
Your pussy squeezes their fingers again.
Another goblin joins the one underneath you, taking turns lapping at your clit. Taking turns flicking it. Rubbing it. Pinching it. Playing with it like that little sensitive toy they know it is. Making you squeal through the wall; feeling every small movement you make as they torment you.
Soon….
The squelching grows louder. Your shouts turn away from pleas and into gasps; whines. You stammer and stutter, but it doesn’t last. Not when your pussy drips around their fingers. Not when you tense up and arch your back. Not when your thighs quiver and your clit swells and you clench around all of their fingers in a hard, involuntary pulsing that lingers. And lingers. And….
Their cocks leak and twitch when your sob break through the wall.
A hard shudder rocks you. Your elbows give out and you collapse, staring with bleary vision at the floor of that little room. Trembling. Drooling. Moaning. As your body falls into a blinding, choking orgasm. It rips through you from your clawing hands to your curling toes. Clenching around the invasive fingers and tongues pushing their way into you. Gushing around them. Squirting.
The mess you make earns you five more hard spanks, and the stomach-dropping moment as you lurch with each one that they’re not stopping.
More fingers wiggle their way into you.
You drop your head onto your arms when rough fingers rub your clit in harsh, tight circles that make you claw at the stone. It’s too much, but your mouth falls open with pleas that go on deaf ears. They don’t stop.
They don’t stop when you cum again, the room wanting to spin around you. Hands pin you still so you just keep taking it. Everything. Every tongue that glides over you, into you; every spanking that burns your ass; every finger that pumps in and pulls out.
Every finger that stays out.
Every finger that is replaced with something thicker.
A single one at first.
Thick and filling; warm; pulsing. Leaking.
They climb over you to stuff their cocks into you. Starting singularly–gripping you with bruising holds, fucking into you hard and fast. Like goddamn jackhammers filling you up and ramming into you. Over and over and over.
Then, there’s more. More stretch. More filling.
Another tongue on your clit, lapping at it just as hard and fast.
The room spins around you as their driving cocks twist you into pleasure. Endless, sharp, rough pleasure. Filling you up. Stuffing you full. Stopping when their balls clench and they spill into you; spilling thick globs of cum into you one by one. Turn after turn. Goblin after goblin. Together.
Cum leaks down. It falls out of you as it’s fucked into you. It’s rubbed over your clit while you cum again.
And again.
Mocking laughter shoots around as you shudder and shake; climaxing and climaxing and climaxing again.
And again.
And again.
The hours tick by.
They take turns.
They finger you. Lick you. Fuck you.
The room fades to black when you cum again–squirting around the three cocks bullying their way into your cunt. Two more take turns in your ass.
The goblins continue, marking the way the wall loosens bit by bit. Hour by hour. Until their time with you is up, and the gap reopens. Until you lay limp within it, holes stretched and leaking their cum, twitching as they rub your swollen clit a little more. As they watch in satisfaction as you cum again with a whine, pushing their cum out only for them to push it back in.
They leave you as is, returning to their shadowy home for the time being. A few hang back to watch you when you eventually wake. Stirring, shifting; groaning and barely able to get onto your hands. Cum still leaks out of you. It covers you; paints you; falls from you when you rise, stumbling forward through the last bit of the gap.
Up onto your weak legs.
Up to the little stone podium.
Up, weak and panting, plucking up the chalice.
You clean and dress yourself in silence. Tucking away the chalice worth more money than you’ll ever need to survive comfortably, you crawl back through the hole, retrieve your things, and stumble out of the cave. A price paid for such a life-changing treasure.
As the setting sun blinds you, the goblins hobble down to their hole of treasures and pluck up another. They let old rumors spread and tuck the new treasure right atop that stone podium, and sit back.
Night turns to day. Day to night. Night to day once more.
And just as that sun rises, a new stranger steps into the caves, murmuring about a secret treasure hidden at the bottom. He ventures deep into the depths with a lantern held out in confidence.
The goblins beam and watch him every step of the way.
Until he’s crawling through the gap in the wall, and that first pebble falls.
