Chapter 268 Goblin Breeding Cave

The goblin guard's rough hand smacked Hermit's tin helmet with a force that shook him from his frightened stupor, the metallic clang echoing in his ears. 

"What's with the face!" the goblin barked, "Go on with your new duties, already! Make those slaves squeal. Off with you."

Hermit stumbled backward, the impact of the blow rattling his senses as he regained his composure. With trembling hands, he reached up to straighten his tin helmet, the clang of metal against metal still ringing in his ears.

"I... I was about to do that," Hermit stammered, "but I think you should move the slaves to the breeding cave. The goblins look eager to have their fun."

But before he could finish his sentence, Hermit's world froze to a halt as he watched in horror as the evil goblin's hand moved in slow motion, a powerful swing aimed squarely at Suzuka's soft buttcheek. Time seemed to stretch and distort around him as he watched in slow motion as the hand came closer and closer in contact with her buttcheek, his heart pounding in his chest as he held his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the upcoming disaster.

In a sickeningly powerful swing, the goblin's hand connected with Suzuka's soft butt cheek, the impact sending shockwaves rippling across her bouncy butt. Hermit's heart skipped a beat as he watched, his face contorted in a mask of horror and disbelief.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze around him as he stood paralyzed by his fear. He feared that this time, she would snap, unleashing her otherworldly magical powers and decimating the entire breeding farm in a fit of fury.

But as he watched, his breath held in suspense, Suzuka remained eerily composed, her gaze fixed ahead with an icy gaze. And in that moment, Hermit realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that she took this seriously.

The goblin guard, a towering monstrosity of twisted muscle and malice, bellowed commands at his fellow goblins with a voice like thunder, his words dripping with sadistic glee.

"Get on with the slave already!" he roared, "How long will you snivel around her? Go breed that whore, and use the baby-making hole to make useful goblins! We'll use the poop hole for the goblin slaves when we brake her. Off with you lot! Move her to the breeding cave! Now!"

The group of evil goblins surrounding Suzuka leered and jeered, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of lust and hunger. With eager hands, they tugged at the rope binding Suzuka's neck and wrists, pulling her forward with cruel force as they dragged her toward the looming entrance of the breeding cave. With each step, they pulled Suzuka closer to the towering gates that barred entry to their vile lair, their twisted mouths contorted into deformed smiles of lust.

Their mouths watered with eagerness, drool dripping from their twisted lips as they approached her body. With lecherous grins, they leaned in close, unable to resist the temptation to taste her beautiful skin, their tongues flicking out to leave trails of foul saliva on her beautiful skin.

In her mind, Suzuka was happily chuckling, completely ignoring the evil goblins' actions, she was satisfied that her plan was working flawlessly. As planned, Hermit was able to infiltrate goblin guard ranks without a problem. 

With a chorus of triumphant screeches, the goblins pushed open the massive gates, revealing the darkness beyond. As Suzuka was dragged inside, the gates clanged shut behind her, the moment the gates closed shut an early silence lingered.

Meanwhile, Hermit wasted no time and burst into action, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and haste. Racing toward the first of many goblin slaves' tents, he stumbled inside the dimly lit tent, a wave of despair washed over him as he beheld the all-too-familiar scene before him. The goblin slave and hatchlings lay scattered across the floor, their frail bodies contorted in agony, bearing the cruel marks of relentless abuse. They whimpered and moaned, their cries of anguish echoing off the walls of the dank tent. Looking at the devastation, Hermit's body ached remembering all of his past as a goblin slave. 

With a heartrending cry, the goblin slave reached out his gnarled hand to Hermit. Barely able to lift his head, he mustered the strength to plead for mercy, his voice a mere whisper of pain.

 "P-please, master," he gasped, his words punctuated by ragged breaths, "no more... no more beatings. We... we can't... endure it any longer. Have... have mercy on us, we beg of you. No more... no more beating. We... we can't take it anymore. Mercy... we beg for mercy." he gasped, his words choked with pain.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hermit sank to his knees beside the broken, pitiful figure of his fellow slave, his heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces at the sight of the goblin's suffering. With trembling hands, he gently gathered the broken form into his arms, his touch tender and motherly, as if trying to shield the frail creature from the cruelty of the world. Tears of anguish and despair welled in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks like rivers of sorrow. As he cradled the beaten goblin slave in his arms, Hermit showered him with motherly kisses of comfort and reassurance as tears welled in his eyes.

"Shh, shh," he murmured, "it's alright, dear friend. I am here to save you, not hurt you. It's alright, I am not an evil goblin. Me and my friends have come to rescue you and all the goblin slaves. Just hold on a little longer. Our salvation is within reach, I promise. Just hold on a little longer."

Tears welled in the goblin slave's eyes, but for once, they were tears of relief rather than agony. Through jolting sobs that wracked his broken form, he dared to hope. 

"Is... is it true?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief, "Is there hope for us? Can we... can we finally be happy gobbies? Can it be? Is there truly hope for us, for all us miserable souls?"

Hermit nodded, his own eyes moist with tears as he gently stroked the goblin's wrinkled head. 

"Yes, my friend, it's true. There is hope. We will have a place where we can be happy, where the shadows of torment and pain can never reach us." he gently whispered.

 "But we must act quickly. I need your help to fool the goblin guards. You must pretend that I am torturing you, scream, and cry as if your life depends on it. We have little time. We must make it convincing to buy me time to warn the others."

The goblin slave's response was one of raw anguish, his entire body wracked with the agony of his past torment and the flickering flame of newfound hope. With each trembling breath, he struggled to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions that threatened to consume him whole.

His tears flowed freely, mingling with the stains of blood and dirt that marred his weathered face, a testament to the countless atrocities he had endured at the hands of evil goblins. 

"Yes, I will help," he gasped, his voice choked with emotion. 

"If there is hope, I-I will do whatever it takes to escape this... this nightmare."

The goblin slave mustered all that was left of his feeble strength, his heart heavy with the weight of his responsibility. With a trembling hand, he reached out to his precious hatchlings, their small forms scattered across the ground like discarded scraps of refuse. His voice quivered with pain as he spoke, his words a desperate plea in the darkness.

"My little ones," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hushed cries of agony that filled the air.

 "You must be strong, my darlings. You must cry out as if your very souls are being torn apart. It is the only way we can deceive our captors, the only way we can hope to escape this nightmare."

With tears streaming down his face, the goblin urged his hatchlings to heed his words, to summon every ounce of pain and anguish within them and unleash it upon the world.

The goblin guard stood outside the slave tents, his ears perking up as he listened to the agonized squeals coming from within. With a trembling hand pressed against his chest, he lifted his gaze heavenward, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the brilliant hues of the azure sky above. A solitary tear trickled down his grime-streaked cheek, a testament to the profound emotions stirring within him.

With a quivering breath, the goblin guard raised a calloused hand to his face, the back of his hand sweeping away the tear in a theatrical gesture of anguish. 

"Oh, what a beautiful sound, what a cry of suffering, these squeals... they are just right," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the din of anguish.

In a moment of twisted admiration, he marveled at the skill of the torturer within the tent, his lips curling into a grotesque smile of approval.

 "This runt has a talent for torture unlike any other. I shall ensure he is rewarded handsomely for his job well done."

With a wicked gleam in his eye, the goblin guard vowed to add extra morsels to the torturer's dinner, a small token of appreciation for the exquisite agony he inflicted upon the unfortunate souls trapped within the confines of the slave tents.

As the convincing act continued, Hermit moved from one tent to another, his heart pounding with hope as he delivered his instructions to the goblin slaves, his voice low and urgent as he urged them to gather the hatchlings and prepare for their escape. With each whispered word, he could feel the weight of their collective hope resting upon his shoulders, a burden he carried with grim fear. 

"Listen to me, when you hear my signal, gather the hatchlings and run. Head towards the breeding cave where Master Helen awaits. She will protect us."

With the last goblin slaves nodding in understanding, Hermit slipped away into the shadows, his heart pounding with anxiety and worry as he made his way toward the breeding cave to check on Suzuka.