Chapter 50 Bout of Roaring Laughter

Another guard, bigger and meaner, slapped his knee in mirth.

 "Greeeheeehheee! He’s like a broken puppet! Hey, Kaka, do a little dance for us, will ya? Or is the stick up your arse too tight for that, eh? How about I jam my wooden club in there? See if it fits!" He waggled his wooden club mockingly, pointing it at Kaka’s back as if threatening to jam it in deeper, triggering another bout of roaring laughter from the group.

"Hey, slave! Should we call you Lord Stick-Ass from now on?" another guard yelled, wiping tears from his eyes as he gasped for breath between laughs. 

"What’s the matter, Kaka? Are you planning to joust with that thing? Braaaaghaaahaha!"

"Oi, careful lads!" one of the guards yelled in exaggerated alarm, holding his hands up as if shielding himself. 

"We got ourselves a shitty slave on the loose here! Armed and ready with the deadliest weapon in the land - a flaming stick stuck up his arse!" His voice cracked with mock fear, and the other guards exploded into hysterics, some doubling over as they clutched their sides.

“Wooo, Kaka!” another guard taunted, leaning in close, his breath rancid.

 “How’s that stick treating you, eh? Giving you a nice little tickle where the sun doesn’t shine? Bet it’s the most action you’ve ever had, you filthy rat!” His sneer dripped with malice, and he punctuated the insult with a sharp slap to Kaka’s back, sending him stumbling forward with a pained grunt.

Kaka winced, tears of shame threatening to spill over as the wooden handle rubbed against him painfully, every jolt and movement sending waves of agony shooting up his spine. But the guards weren’t finished. Not by a long shot.

"Oi, you see that?" the goblin laughed, waving his hand to the others.

 "He’s trying to walk straight, but that stick’s got him so crooked he looks like a bent twig! Greeeheeehehe!"

Another guard, his voice booming with malice, chimed in, "Bet if we gave that stick a good yank, he’d straighten right up! Or maybe we’d just snap him in half!" He mimicked the motion of pulling the handle, causing a few others to erupt into howls of laughter, clapping their hands like they were witnessing the funniest show in town.

"Aye, look at him, lads!" yet another guard jeered. 

"I think he’s trying to keep that stick in on purpose! Must be enjoyin’ it, the filthy little rat!" The group burst into more cruel laughter, the sound echoing off the walls like the crack of a whip.

"Think we should give him a hand with it?" another one taunted, pretending to reach out as if to help. 

"Maybe jam it in a little deeper, make it real comfy for him, eh?"

Kaka’s throat tightened, his vision blurring with tears he refused to let fall. His lip quivered, his whole body trembling as he forced himself to take another step, then another, his humiliation complete, but the guards weren’t done.

"Oi, Kaka!" one final guard called out, his voice shrill with mockery. 

"When you’re done with that stick up your arse, you can come clean our boots with your tongue! Seems like that’s all you're good for, innit?"

One guard, a hulking brute with scars crisscrossing his face, sneered and jabbed a filthy finger in Kaka’s direction.

“Oi, Kaka! You look like you're dragging a tail of shit behind you! Hah! Guess you finally got what every goblin dreams of - a tail! Too bad it's made of wood and wedged up your arse! BAAAAAAGHAAHAHAHA!”

Another guard, his face twisted with malevolent glee, leaned in close, his breath rancid and foul.

 "Bet if we light that stick on fire, he’ll finally run! Imagine the sight of him bolting with his arse ablaze. Fastest slave on fire! Greeeeehheeehhehehe!”

The guards, enjoying their fun, circled him again, one of them jabbing a spear dangerously close to his feet to make him jump.

"Oi, Kaka! How 'bout you get on all fours and crawl like the rat you are, eh?" one guard snarled. 

"You’re halfway there with that stick tail. Let’s see if you can complete the look!"

Another guard added with a snicker, "And don’t worry - we’ll even call you ‘Sir Kaka, King of the Shitty Slaves’ while you do it! You can lead your kingdom of filth with that mighty torch up your arse!" His words dripped with malice, and the others roared in cruel laughter.

One of the guards kicked dirt at Kaka’s feet, sneering, "Oi! Kaka! Maybe if we push you hard enough, that stick’ll shoot right out your mouth! Imagine that, boys - Kaka, the shitting goblin fountain! BAAAAAAGHAAAA!" His comrades cackled in agreement, the sound a cacophony of torment that seemed to press on Kaka from all sides.

Another guard, more twisted than the others, leaned down and spat in Kaka’s face again.

 “What’s wrong, slave? Don’t like the taste of shit and spit? Well, too bad! That’s all you’re worth! I’ll bet your caretaker would puke just looking at you now. You’re disgusting - even for a goblin!"

Kaka’s entire body shook, the humiliation too much to bear.

 "I... I’ll do whatever you want... just stop... please... I’m nothing..." His voice cracked, the words spilling out between gasps of air, each one laced with despair.

 "I’m nothing... just a worthless slave... just leave me alone..."

"I... I'll fix it... I’ll... I'll do whatever you want," he continued, his voice growing weaker, more desperate. 

"Just... don't hurt me... please... I can't..."

His words trailed off into silence, the final, pitiful whisper of a goblin who had nothing left to give. All that remained of Kaka was a hollow shell, broken by the torment and cruelty he had been forced to endure.

 One guard, the largest of the group, stomped forward and stood over Kaka, his fist hovering threateningly over the goblin's head. 

"Listen to this worm! 'I’m nothing, I’m nothing!' Greeeehahaha! He knows his place, boys!"

With a sharp punch to Kaka's ribs, he sent the goblin skidding across the ground, the pathetic whimper escaping Kaka's lips only fueling their laughter further.

"Did you hear that squeal? Like a pig caught in a snare! Go on, Kaka, squeal some more!" 

Another guard taunted, crouching low to get a better look at Kaka’s tear-streaked face.

 "C'mon, slave, cry louder! Maybe if you grovel harder, we’ll let you keep that pathetic little life of yours."

Another guard chimed in, sneering as he prodded Kaka’s trembling body with the blunt end of a spear. 

"Oh, he’ll keep it, alright. Can’t kill the camp’s best entertainment! Greeeeehehe! Did you see how he tried to crawl? Like a worm with no legs!" He jabbed Kaka again, making the goblin flinch and huddle tighter into himself.

A guard, holding a makeshift torch, knelt beside Kaka’s shaking form and lit the torch, holding it inches from Kaka’s face. The heat seared the air, making the goblin’s eyes widen in terror.

"Remember this, Kaka?" the guard sneered, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

 "Thought you’d like a close-up this time. Maybe we’ll shove it down your throat next. What do you think, boys?"

"Yeah, make him swallow it whole!" another guard barked, his voice cracking with excitement. 

"He’s already got a stick up his ass, might as well set his insides on fire! Braaahahaha!"

I hurried to Kaka’s side, my movements frantic and disjointed as I tried to shield him from the guards' relentless onslaught. Each step was a struggle, my heart pounding in my chest as I scuttled, reaching out to Kaka’s beaten form.

"Please!" I cried out, my voice cracking with desperation. 

"Oh mighty masters, mercy! Please, leave us be! We’ve done no wrong. Just... just let us pass!"

I grabbed Kaka’s trembling body, my hands slipping off his bruised skin as I struggled to help him to his feet. His legs were barely able to support him, and every movement seemed to send him into fresh spasms of pain. But I wasn’t about to let him stay there, exposed and vulnerable. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to drag him away from the circle of jeering guards, my own body shaking with fear and effort.

"The goblin master of the farm is waiting!" I continued, my voice rising in urgency.

 "Please, we must go! We have to report back! Please, show us mercy, just this once!"

"Please," I whispered again, my voice barely more than a ragged breath.

 "Just let us go. We’ll be gone, and you won’t have to see us again. We’ll be out of your way. Please, leave us be! The goblin master of the farm is waiting, please, let us pass!"

The guard with the cruelest grin took a slow, deliberate step closer, towering over me as his eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. He crouched down to my level, getting right in my face with a sneer.

"Oh, what’s this?" he jeered, his voice laced with venomous sarcasm.

 "Pleading for mercy, are we? How touching... groveling at our feet like the vermin you are." He leaned in closer, his grin widening with malicious glee. 

"Tell me, do you think a few sniveling words are going to save you? Hmm?"

He straightened up, towering over me and Kaka as he looked down with disgust.

"Alright then, scurry off, both of you. Go crawl back to whatever hole you slithered out of. You will get beatings later."

 He gave Kaka a hard kick, knocking him forward.

 "And take that miserable excuse for a slave with you. Honestly, it sickens me to even look at him - a pathetic heap of filthy meat!"

Another guard snorted, chiming in with a mocking laugh. 

"Yeah, drag that lump of trash out of our sight before we make you clean up his guts off the floor. Wouldn’t that be a lovely chore for you, eh?"

"Go on!" the first guard barked, his voice dripping with disdain.

 "Get moving before we change our minds and show you what real suffering feels like."

 His eyes narrowed cruelly. 

"I doubt you'll last long, anyway."

He stepped back, allowing me to continue dragging Kaka away from the circle of jeering guards. My heart raced as I pulled him through the muck, every step feeling like a mile, praying that we would escape their clutches before the guards changed their minds.