Chapter 176 Egg Laying Straw

Hermit's eyes pleaded for mercy, but David's heart was cold as ice. He raised a fist and delivered a punishing blow to the goblin's already battered body, sending him spinning like a ragdoll.

"Pathetic! I bet you never stood a chance against the other slaves. They must have beaten you to a pulp every single day!"

Each cruel jab landed with devastating force, sending shockwaves of unbearable pain coursing through Hermit's fragile body. His tiny form convulsed with each strike, trembling violently as though he were being subjected to a torturous electric shock. The ropes, now digging deeper into his already bleeding wounded ears amplified his suffering.

"You're nothing but a plaything for those stronger than you, a toy for their amusement. Maybe I should take you out to the streets, let everyone see what a wretched creature you truly are!"

David cruelly treated Hermit as if he were a mere speed bag, his grotesquely bloated belly serving as the unfortunate substitute. With a sinister grin stretching across his face, David unleashed a relentless barrage of punches upon Hermit's vulnerable midsection, the force of each blow making his abdomen ripple and contort in grotesque patterns.

"Hey there, you pitiful excuse for a goblin! How does it feel to be my personal punching bag? Huh?"

Hermit's belly, swollen and distended, became the unwilling recipient of David's merciless assault as if it were a training tool for a sadistic boxer. With each punch, a cacophony of squelching and gurgling sounds emanated from within, akin to a half-full water bag being pummeled. With each punch received to his bloated belly Hermit let out an uncontrolled fart.

"Mm-muuh... purrrt! n-n-no more... ple-plea-se, sht-stop... prrrt! uuhh... Uuhhh... st-stupid belly... prrt! whyy... uuhh..." He pleaded weakly, his words nearly lost in the torrent of pain he endured.

David's cruel laughter echoed in the air, mocking Hermit's feeble attempts to withstand the torment.

"Come on, little goblin... Don't tell me you can't handle a little workout. We just started and you're already giving up." he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight.

Hermit's eyes welled up with tears, the pain becoming unbearable.

"S-sto-op... p-p-lea-se... m-makes it... st-sto-op..." he managed to stammer between gasps for air.

Hermit's already strained intestines could no longer withstand the brutal pummeling and exploded inside his belly.

David's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he stepped back, preparing to unleash a vicious assault on Hermit. With lightning speed, he launched a relentless one-two combo, his fists like furious sledgehammers targeting Hermit's defenseless eyes. Each blow landed with chilling precision, sending shockwaves of agony through the goblin's skull.

"Nooo! Plll-ease! Mmm! Ghhrrr! St-stop!"

Hermit's eyes bore the brunt of the ruthless attack, sinking into his skull with each brutal impact. The force of the punches caused his once vibrant eyes to become swollen and inflamed, swelling like bloated bags of sand plastered upon his face. The pressure and pain were so intense that Hermit's vision became a blur, distorted and obscured by the onslaught.

"Daaaah! P-p-please, D-David, mercy! Grah! M-m-my eyes! Can't see!" he cried out, his words choked by tears and agony.

His eyelids and brows ballooned, growing to grotesque proportions, and hung heavily down his face like monstrous weights. The swelling was so severe that it created grotesque shadows, casting an eerie and unsettling appearance upon the tormented goblin and hanging down his face all the way to his chin.

David's cruel laughter filled the air as he looked at Hermit's distorted face.

"Oh, look at you, you miserable excuse for a goblin! Those giant eyelids and brows make you look like a freakish bug monster! Did you get stung by a swarm of angry wasps or something?"

Hermit winced in pain, his face contorted by the grotesque swelling. He tried to speak, but his swollen lips only allowed for a garbled response. David chuckled even more, taunting him mercilessly, "What's that? Did the cat get your tongue? Can't talk properly, goblin? Your face is so swollen, you sound like a blubbering fool!"

Hermit's world became a murky haze, the once-clear sight obscured by the violent assault. The pain was unbearable, and he could only hear his own screams and the deranged laughter of his tormentor, echoing like a sinister melody in his ears.

David's relentless assault on Hermit knew no bounds. He shifted his position and launched a barrage of brutal left and right hooks, each blow landing with terrifying precision, targeting the defenseless goblin's mouth. With every punch, Hermit's face contorted and stretched in grotesque proportions, as if it were made of elastic material, warping into nightmarish shapes.

The force of the blows caused Hermit's cheeks to swell up to an outrageous size, resembling watermelons ready to burst. His lips inflated and puffed up like overinflated balloons, grotesquely hanging all the way down to his chest, resembling gigantic sausages that threatened to suffocate him.

"Aw, what's the matter, goblin? Are you tired of begging? Or are you just too busy trying to keep those massive lips from engulfing your whole body?" David sneered, enjoying every moment of the goblin's suffering.

As David delivered each devastating blow, the room filled with sickening sounds of impact, and Hermit's pained moans were silenced by the swollen monstrosity that was his mouth. He writhed and whimpered, unable to protect himself from the ruthless onslaught, his once delicate features now horribly disfigured and unrecognizable.

Hermit's pained cries were stifled, his once high-pitched voice now reduced to a pitiful, gurgling moan as his battered mouth struggled to form coherent words and dripped with blood. The merciless assault had turned him into a nightmarish caricature, a creature of grotesque proportions bearing the marks of relentless torment.

"Grrrghhhh! N-No! Urrrrrr!" Hermit's eyes filled with bloody tears, his voice a guttural wail, "Hrrrggghhh! S-Stoooop! Pleeease!"

Amidst the gruesome scene, Hermit's rumbling tummy seemed to add an eerie, discordant soundtrack, producing sounds akin to an orchestra of intestinal farts. But even in the midst of this horrific beating, Hermit clung to a semblance of dignity and resilience.

His agonizing moans continued, "Gluuuuh! Guuhhh! Grrrhhuuuu!" as the pain surged through his body.

Hermit's rumbling tummy produced a cacophony of grotesque sounds as if a wild orchestra of gassy creatures had taken up residence inside him. Yet, he adamantly refused to release the clench of his butt cheeks, holding back the impending eruption of poop that threatened to soil his shorts.

David's sadistic frenzy reached its horrifying climax as he finally ceased his brutal beating on the defenseless goblin. His face twisted into a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

He softly kicked Hermit's limp form, relishing the sound of the goblin's pained whimper.

"What's the matter? Can't you handle a little beating? I thought you goblins were supposed to be tough!" he sneered, his laughter echoing through the room.

Standing triumphantly in front of Hermit's battered and broken body, David reveled in the savage display of his power, savoring the sight of his victim's torment. With every breath, he seemed to inhale the sickening scent of fear and pain that filled the air.

Hermit's body hung by his ears limply in the air, a mutilated meat bag, a grotesque canvas of bruises, lacerations, and contortions, each inflicted by the relentless onslaught of David's unrelenting wrath. Every inch of his fragile frame seemed to throb with agony, his cries for mercy now reduced to hoarse gasps and pitiful moans. His scrawny body was riddled with grotesque bulging bruises. 

With a sinister glint in his eyes, he taunted Hermit, reveling in the goblin's pitiful and broken state. His voice dripped with contempt as he mocked, "Look at you, you pathetic goblin, a mere plaything for my amusement!"

In a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Hermit's spine, he declared, "But I am not done with you yet! Oh no, there's more pain to come, my little plaything."

A malicious grin contorted his face as he said, "That bitch, Helen, running her pretty mouth said my dick is smaller than yours. Well, I will make sure that you don't have one at all. Consider this a punishment for ever daring to compare yourself to me!"

In an instant, David reached for a rusty, wicked-looking blade that hung menacingly from his belt. With an unsettling calmness, David tugged at Hermit's shorts, yanking them down with a brutal force that left the poor goblin exposed and vulnerable. Hermit's heart raced with panic as he felt the cold, sharp air against his bare skin.

David callously tossed the shorts aside, his eerie giggles reverberating through the restroom like haunting echoes. Hermit could do nothing but tremble in terror, his body displaying disbelief and dread.

Drawing closer, David menacingly tapped Hermit's egg-laying straw and his goblin family jewels with the blade, the metallic clang adding an unnerving sense of danger to the already chilling scene. With every cold metallic tap, Hermit felt his heart sink deeper into despair, fearing the worst.

In a cruel taunt, David spoke with a nasty tone, "This thing is such a disgrace that cutting it off would be doing you a favor. Walking with such a soggy straw will be much more humiliating for you. Now that's a dilemma, I can't decide whether I cut it off or leave it be. Either way, it will be humiliating for you... Hmmm, what do you say?" He whispered while smacking Hermit's jewels with the blunt side of the blade.

The goblin's world seemed to collapse around him as he heard those words. The thought of losing a part of himself, especially one as peculiar as his egg-laying straw, filled him with unimaginable terror.

"U-Uhh... N-No... no... not... not the... s-straw..." he stammered, his voice barely audible, every syllable a painful struggle.

"Please... Master David... I beg... I beg you... Please... don't... take it away..." he whimpered, his eyes wide with anxiety, pleading for mercy from his tormentor his voice trembling with fear and gurgling with blood gushing out of his mouth.

 "Mmmff! Mmmmhhh! P-pleathe, Mahsther! Thpare me! I-I will do anythhing you ask, but pleathe don't take away my sthtraw!"

 "Hahaha! What's the matter, little goblin? Are you scared of losing your precious straw? It's just a worthless thing anyway!"

"Nughhh! Noooooo! I need an egg-lay straw! I can't live without it! Waaahhh! Waaaaahhhh!"

"Oh, dear Hermit, I have decided. Looks like your egg-laying days are over! No more straws for you!"

"Wreeeeeee! Noooo! Not the egg-laying straw!"

"What's the matter, freak? Don't you like the idea of parting ways with your precious straw?"

"Uuuuhhhhh! Straw... straw is Hermit's treasure! It's a part of me, it is! No one understands... wreeeeeee!"

"Well, tough luck, Hermit. It got to go. No more popping out goblin eggs everywhere you go. Say goodbye to your little friend!"

In his agony, Hermit's mind seemed to fracture, and he began to babble incoherently, the lines between reality and delusion blurring together.

 "Egg-laying... straw... must protect... my straw... eggs... hatching... NOOOOO!"