Chapter 387 Punching Bag for the Bandits

The goblin whimpered, his hands pressing desperately against his belly as tears streamed down his face.

“P-Please…” he begged, his voice trembling.

“Don’t hurt them… please…”

“Whoh! This freak can talk! And asking for mercy? Don’t hurt them?” the first attacker repeated, his voice mocking. He leaned down, his face inches from the goblin’s.

“Well, if you can talk and understand what we say, then this will be just more fun for us. As to why. Why not? What are they to you, huh? Just more little monsters to add to the world. You think anyone cares about them? About you?”

The goblin shook his head, his sobs growing louder.

“They’re… they’re my family… please… my precious...”

The attacker laughed, a harsh, grating sound.

“First, you can talk and now a family. You’re nothing but a breeder, you stupid creature. You’re not a father. You’re a tool. A thing. A monster! And things don’t get to have families.”

He straightened up, delivering another vicious kick to the goblin’s belly. The goblin screamed, his body curling in on itself as agony tore through him. His hands clutched at his stomach, his mind racing with fear for the eggs inside.

“Please…” he begged again, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please stop… I beg for mercy... show mercy, please...”

But the attackers only laughed, their kicks coming harder and faster now. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, driving the air from the goblin’s lungs and leaving him gasping for breath. They mocked him with every strike, their voices cruel and taunting.

“Cover them up, little rat! Protect your precious eggs!”

The goblin’s vision blurred, his body trembling with pain and fear. He could feel the eggs shifting inside him, their movements sloching inside his guts. His hands pressed harder against his belly, as if he could shield them from the violence.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice breaking. 

“I’m so sorry… little eggs, I'm so sorry... I can't protect you...”

The attackers’ laughter echoed in his ears, drowning out his pleas. And as the world faded to black, the goblin’s last thought was of the eggs—his little ones—and the hope that somehow, they would survive.

The bandits showed no mercy, their kicks landing hard enough to inflict pain but not enough to kill. They enjoyed the goblin’s suffering, their laughter growing louder with every cry of agony that escaped his lips. One of them, seeing that the goblin was about to pass out, aimed a brutal kick at the goblin’s groin, crushing his ball sack, the force of the blow lifting the small creature off the ground for a moment.

The goblin let out a piercing, high-pitched squeal, "WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" his body convulsing as pain exploded through him. Foam bubbled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he gasped for air. The bandits howled with laughter, their voices cruel and mocking.

“Look at this freak!” the wiry man cackled, pointing at the goblin’s writhing form.

 “He’s frothing like a rabid dog! Guess we hit him where it really hurts, huh?”

Another bandit, a hulking brute with a scar across his face, stepped forward. In his hand, he held a thick, gnarled branch. Without warning, he swung it hard, the wood cracking against the goblin’s face. The force of the blow jerked the goblin’s head to the side, his cheek splitting open as blood sprayed across the dirt.

“Quit your squealing, you little freak! You will attract forest monsters!”

The goblin’s body trembled, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. His hands, still clutching his swollen belly, were slick with blood and dirt. He tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but all that came out was a strangled whimper.

The third bandit, with a cruel smirk, crouched down beside the goblin. He placed his boot on the goblin’s bloated belly, applying just enough pressure to make the goblin cry out in pain.

 “Hey, let me help you out. These eggs are weighing you down, right? Let’s get ‘em out of you. Might as well speed up the process.”

He leaned his weight onto the goblin’s belly, the pressure increasing steadily. The goblin screamed, his hands clawing at the bandit’s boot as he tried to push it away. But he was too weak, too broken to fight back. The bandit laughed, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

“Come on, little rat,” the bandit taunted, pressing down harder.

 “Push ‘em out! Or are you too much of a coward to even do that?”

The goblin’s screams turned into gurgling sobs, his body writhing in agony. His belly sloshed and churned under the pressure, the eggs inside shifting violently. The bandit’s boot pressed down harder, and the goblin felt something inside him tear. A fresh wave of pain shot through him, and he let out a strangled cry.

“WRAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE… PLEASE… STOP…”

But the bandits only laughed, their voices blending into a cacophony of cruelty. The wiry man kicked him again, this time in the ribs, while the brute raised the branch for another strike. The goblin’s world narrowed to nothing but pain and fear, his mind screaming for it to end.

And still, the bandit with the boot pressed down, his grin widening as he watched the goblin suffer. 

“You’re nothing but a breeder. A thing. And things don’t get to beg for mercy.”

The goblin’s vision blurred, his body going limp as the pain overwhelmed him. His hands fell away from his belly, his strength gone. The last thing he heard was the bandits’ laughter, echoing in his ears as the world faded to black.

But just as the goblin’s vision began to fade, a sharp, searing pain jerked him back to consciousness. The bandit standing on his belly had shifted his weight, pressing down with his full force. The goblin’s swollen, distended belly compressed under the pressure, the eggs inside shifting violently as his body was crushed beneath the boot.

The goblin convulsed, his small frame thrashing wildly as he tried to escape the unbearable agony. His hands clawed at the bandit’s boot, but it was no use—he was too weak, too broken to fight back. His screams turned into guttural, animalistic cries, his voice raw and ragged.

“Look at him squirm!” the bandit on his belly laughed, his voice filled with sadistic glee. 

“Like a bug under a boot! You’re not so tough now, are you, little rat?”

The pressure increased, and the goblin felt something inside him give way. His body, already pushed beyond its limits, could no longer hold out. With a brutal, wet sound, his anus gave way, and a torrent of liquid and crushed eggs erupted from him in a grotesque stream. The force of it was so violent that it sprayed across the ground, splattering the bandits’ boots and the dirt around them.

His belly, now partially deflated, sloshed and churned as the remaining eggs shifted inside him. The bandits roared with laughter, their voices cruel and mocking.

“Oh, gods, look at that!” one of them howled, pointing at the mess.

 “He’s popping like a rotten fruit! Disgusting!”

The bandit on his belly lifted his boot slightly, only to stomp down again, eliciting another strangled cry from the goblin. 

“Come on, little rat,” he sneered.

 “Let’s get the rest of ‘em out. You’re not done yet!”

He shifted his weight, grinding his boot into the goblin’s belly. His body convulsed, his hands clawing weakly at the dirt as he tried to escape the unbearable pain. But there was no escape—only the relentless pressure and the bandits’ mocking laughter.

With a sickening, wet sound, the goblin’s anus gave way again, erupting in another explosive stream of filth. The goblin’s body twitched and jerked as eggs were forced out one after another, each one accompanied by a loud, grotesque fart that echoed in the night air.

The bandits roared with laughter, their voices cruel and mocking.

 “Oh, gods, look at that!” one of them howled, "He’s like a broken fountain! Disgusting!”

One of them grabbed the goblin by the wrinkled skin of his scalp, yanking his head back and slamming his face into the filthy dirt. The goblin’s nose broke with a sickening crunch, blood pouring down his face as he gasped for air.

He kicked the goblin in the stomach, the force of the blow lifting him off the ground for a moment before he crashed back down. The goblin’s body convulsed, his hands clutching at his belly as pain radiated through him.

The bandits showed no mercy, their kicks and blows raining down on the goblin with relentless cruelty. Each strike landed with a sickening thud, driving the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for breath.

The bandits, bored with their torment, decided to take their cruelty to a new level. They dragged the goblin to his feet, his small, broken body trembling as they propped him up against a tree. His distended belly, now partially deflated, hung heavily from his emaciated frame, and his face was streaked with blood and tears.

“Alright, boys,” the lead bandit said, cracking his knuckles with a sadistic grin. 

“Let’s see how much this little rat can take.”

The first punch landed squarely in the goblin’s gut, driving the air from his lungs and sending him doubling over in pain. He gasped, his hands clutching at his stomach as he tried to steady himself. But before he could recover, another punch came, this time to his face. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side, blood spraying from his split lip.

The bandits laughed, their voices cruel and mocking as they took turns hitting the goblin. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, driving him further into the tree. His body jerked and twitched with every blow, his cries of pain growing weaker with each strike.

“Come on, little rat,” one of the bandits sneered, delivering a brutal uppercut to the goblin’s jaw. 

“You’re supposed to be tough, right? A breeder! You should be used to getting your ass pounded! Show us what you’ve got!”

The goblin’s legs gave out, and he slumped to the ground, his body trembling as he tried to curl in on himself. But the bandits weren’t done. They grabbed him by the arms, hauling him back to his feet and pinning him against the tree.

“Oh, no you don’t,” the lead bandit said, his voice dripping with malice.

 “We’re not done with you yet.”

He drove his fist into the goblin’s belly, the force of the blow causing the goblin to gag and retch. The bandits laughed, their voices blending into a cacophony of cruelty as they continued their beating.