Elf Hunter: Breaking Pleasure Slaves for the Goblins, page 1
The Library of Forbidden Pleasures Presents
By Amanda Clover
Cover artwork by deilan12
This book and all its contents are copyright 2022 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.
All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.
Table of Contents
The Library of Forbidden Pleasures Presents
Introduction
The Huntress Brought Low
Becoming the Slave’s Bane
The Baron’s Desire
The Deep Elf’s Vengeance
Breaking Mishanna
Breaking Nellie
The Hunt for Beatrix Ardora
Breaking Beatrix
In Service to Gavak
The Fate of Slaves
Introduction
Collected from writings commissioned by fans or inspired by commissioners, the second book in The Library of Forbidden Pleasures series is not so dissimilar to the first, with a goblin tribe turning a beautiful woman into a willing part of their plan to enslave beautiful women.
The difference for Alyndra is that she is an eager participant in this slave hunting from the moment she is broken by Boss Gavak. She succeeds and serves the goblins. She is resourceful and cruel in breaking the spirit of elves and humans.
You might recognize some of the elves featured in this book from some of my other books. Mishanna, Nellie, Mollyanna, and Beatrix were all featured in my Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon series of CYOA erotica and Faylana was the insatiable elf star of My Cheating Elf Girlfriend. This book is completely standalone and the fates of these characters should not be considered canonical.
I hope you enjoy this dark erotica fantasy! I look forward to sharing more with you in this series of unique side projects!
Amanda Clover
2022
1
The Huntress Brought Low
The memory came to life in Alyndra Vandora’s nightmares. Night after night, the beautiful elf was haunted by those fateful hours in that abandoned farmhouse. She and her mother had fled the Golden Wood. Cast out by her clan for her dead father’s sins. They were in the human lands, trying to survive, when the bandits found them.
The nightmare sometimes began tenderly, with Alyndra’s mother brushing her hair or seeing that she was tucked into her bedroll. Sometimes the nightmare began with the door bursting open. The shambling gang of bandits poured into the farmhouse. Drunken, sweating, laughing. Their eyes bulged and their tongues seemed to hang from their mouths like panting dogs. Their hands were everywhere. Tearing. Squeezing. Fingers thrusting.
Then, always, their manhood. Plunging at them like spears. Their bodies held down by the bandits. Then came the leather cords and the long walk through the night. Stumbling. Bloodied and filth stained. Shivering in the night.
The nightmare always ended the same way. With Yelonia Vandora, Alyndra’s mother, being sold by the slavers. Sobbing as she disappeared into the carriage of a wealthy human merchant bound for faraway lands.
Alyndra awoke with a start. Her heart hammering. Tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She blinked the tears away from her keen blue eyes and the hardness returned to her expression.
It was just before dawn and she was perched high in the branches of a syroc tree, nestled safely into a crook. The slavers beneath her were breaking camp. Chattering in their unpleasant tongue. Smacking the bottoms of their prisoners to rouse them from their sleep.
Goblin slavers. A sizable party. They had taken two humans and an elf from lone farmsteads. Alyndra had found the bodies of the men the goblins had killed, along with the filthy signs of what the goblins had done with the women they had captured. Torn dresses. Smears of blood. Puddles of yellowish goblin cum left congealing on the floor. The stink of them filling the air of those ransacked houses.
Alyndra’s hand tightened on the grip of the dagger in her hip sheath. Her blade was eager for the taste of goblin blood.
In the years since her escape from the human slave market, the beautiful elf had followed a red path of revenge. She had become known as Slaver’s Bane. The fair-haired, blue-eyed elven killer. A murderous phantom spoken of by slavers with fear. Her reign of terror had all but stopped the humans from making slaver raids. She would soon teach the goblins a similar lesson. She would follow them back to their village, slaughter them, and free any slaves they had taken.
As the goblins and their captives set off into the misty morning forest, Alydra dropped soundlessly from the tree.
She took two steps in pursuit and stopped. Something was wrong. Her pointed ears twitched. She whirled at the rustling noise behind her. The bola came from among the trees, wrapping one arm to her hip and binding her thighs. She tried to take a step and fell, crashing among the undergrowth.
An ambush! The goblins had been waiting for her!
But, no, a single goblin emerged from the woods. A lone hunter, chancing upon her by Alyndra’s bad luck. A heavy wooden cudgel in his hand. She reached for her blade with her free hand, but the goblin was quicker. He swung his club and knocked her hand away, then drew her blade for himself. He admired it. Then admired her. Tight curves. Plump breasts. A slender waist with shapely hips. Fair hair and those blue eyes. She fluttered them at him. Tried to force a smile.
“H-hello,” she said. “I’m lost. Can you help me?”
“Huh?” The goblin grinned. “You try that? You Slaver’s Bane. Why you following Boss Gavak’s hunters?”
“If you know who I am then you know why I was following them,” said Alyndra coldly. “You also know better than to trifle with me, goblin. Cut me loose and I will spare your life.”
“Spare life?” The goblin chuckled and stuffed Alyndra’s blade into his belt. “I take you to Boss Gavak, get paid much gold. Maybe even trade for slave who will obey. You not obey. You bad.”
She started to object, to try to lure or seduce the goblin hunter, but he thumped her on the side of her head with his cudgel. She shook off the blow and started to shout and he thumped her again. This time, darkness swallowed up Alyndra. The nightmares returned, but those would soon be eclipsed by the nightmare reality of her predicament.
Even as she faded into darkness, she knew that she was about to be enslaved by the goblins.
A splash of frigid water woke Alyndra. She was slumped in a dugout cage made from bamboo bars covering a pit. The midday light through the bars formed harsh patterns of light and dark. It was hot in the cage. Her body was drenched in sweat. She was naked and judging by her soreness she had been roughly treated while unconscious.
Violated by goblin fingers and maybe one of those wooden cudgels. Her head was throbbing painfully from being clubbed by the hunter. Another bucket of water splashed through the bars and she gasped and sat up, water dripping from her bare breasts and stiff nipples.
“She awake,” declared the goblin torturing her. The door of the dugout cage swung open and a muscular goblin entered. She kicked at him but was disoriented by the bright sunlight and her throbbing head. He managed to put a rusty iron collar around her neck and attached it to a thick leather cord. He gave the cord a yank and Alyndra fell onto her hands and knees.
“Let go of me, you bastard!” she snarled.
The muscular goblin laughed and yanked her forward, forcing her to crawl and follow him out of the cage and into the daylight. An entire tribe of goblins was waiting for her emergence.
There were twenty or more adult males and double that number of females and pups of various ages. The females and pups stayed back while the males crowded around her. Some brandished weapons or baring their yellow teeth. The goblin yanking Alyndra’s leash forced her to continue crawling on her hands and knees. When she tried to stand, he pulled her off balance and she fell forward again. Dragged by him. Forced to behave like an animal as she crawled towards the fat goblin seated on his throne.
Boss Gavak. She lifted her eyes to stare at him with hatred as the goblin with the leash brought her up to the feet of the potbellied chief.
“Temi catch human,” said the muscular goblin. “He give boss Gavak as trophy. Slave for you.”
“Temi given slave?”
“Human,” replied the muscular goblin. “Good bitch. Good breeder.”
“Mmmmm.” Gavak rubbed his double chin. He leaned forward, over his belly, and looked down at Alyndra. His beady red eyes danced with delight. His thin, wide mouth curled into a yellow smile.
Gavak had a long, slightly hooked nose and long ears notched with damage and pierced with silver rings. His fat fingers were similarly thick with silver rings. He rested his hands on his knees as he leaned over her.
“Fat ass. Good hips for breeding. Elf breeder good. Always get pups from goblin. Smart pups too. You be good slave bitch or I have to break you?”
“She’s more than just slave,” said Temi, stepping forward. “This one is Slaver Bane. Hunter of slavers.”
“Oh ho ho!” Gavak laughed and clapped his hands. “Troublesome elf bitch! You make slaving hard for humies. Now you come to us?”
“I do,” said Alyndra. “I will slit your throats and burn your village. I will free every slave you dare—”
The muscular goblin yanked her leash a nd she fell so suddenly that she thumped her cheek against Gavak’s knee. The fat goblin burst into laughter.
“You no slit throat now,” he said. “But I have special use for this one. Umok, take her to my tent. Tie her up. Give her duro duro potion. Small one. Not want to turn this one into pleasure zombo. She has skills we use. Hunting skills. Catch runaway slaves.”
“Yes, boss,” said Umok, the muscular goblin.
Alyndra fought Umok, but the goblin was well-practiced in dealing with recalcitrant slaves. He brandished a crop that was crowned with nettle burrs and sour acid. A few scrapes of this against Alyndra’s bare bottom and legs brought tears to the eyes of even the hardened Slaver’s Bane.
“You come,” said the muscular goblin, yanking on her leash and pulling her towards the hut of the chief. “Witch make duro duro for elf. You drink.”
“I will kill you first, Umok,” growled Alyndra, crawling through the village and staring with hatred at the muscular goblin.
“Maybe I test duro duro potion on you,” he said with a lopsided, cruel grin. He gave her another smack of the crop on her hip and she hissed as the nettles stung at her bare flesh. The acid added a lingering burn and raised red welts where she had been touched.
She soon learned that Umok was a master of knots. He bound Alyndra with her hands behind her back, forearms and wrists tied together, feet braced apart with a spreader bar, and ankles secured to the bar. Loops around her throat to choke her if she tried to struggle too much. The squat, muscular goblin admired his work with glittering eyes. Her plush breasts. Her round ass. His fingers dragging over her flesh. Over the fading welts on her legs and backside.
His touch ran down her toned abdomen to the unshorn blond of her mound. His fingers stroked over her cunt and he pinched her netherlips between his fingers. Alyndra sucked in a breath but stared defiantly away. The goblin squeezed and massaged her cunt, watching her reaction. She hid any pleasure from her face, but her pink nipples began to stiffen. Umok leaned in suddenly, lashing his tongue across her left breast and taking her nipple into his mouth. Warmth bathed her sensitive bud. He sucked. She whined softly.
His lips popped free, leaving her nipple straining and slightly red. Glistening with his saliva as he leaned over to her other breast. Licked. Nibbled. Sucked. Greedily sucked. Looking up at her. Massaging her cunt until Alyndra could feel the heat throbbing in her core.
“Why don’t you untie me?” gasped Alyndra. “We can really have some fun then.”
“I not stupid,” snapped Umok, thrusting two fingers into the soft cove of Alyndra’s cunt. She tightened around him and a whine of unwanted pleasure escaped her clenched teeth.
The arrival of the goblin witch interrupted Umok’s amusement. She was a shriveled little crone with stringy gray hair that drooped over her face. She had few teeth and one of her eyes was squinted shut. She wet her lips as she looked Alyndra over and spoke to Umok in the goblin tongue. She seemed to want to give Alyndra a large potion, but Umok insisted on a smaller one.
Alyndra knew little of the goblin language, but the argument seemed to be that duro duro potions could cause a permanent fog over the mind of slaves to make them obedient. But Gavak wanted Alyndra’s mind left intact. Even some of her will to remain. A rare request requiring careful potion brewing. The witch muttered and set to work. Umok returned his attention to Alyndra’s luscious body.
“Boss has right to cunt,” he said, petting her pussy. “But I take you first. Maybe in pretty mouth. Maybe in ass.”
“Fuck you, worm,” said Alyndra. Umok looked up at her and she spit in his face. He winced, annoyed, but then his smile returned and he licked her saliva from his lips.
“Oh, yes, that nasty mouth will be quiet with cock soon,” he said.
“I’ll bite it off,” she promised.
“You beg for it after duro duro,” he said and then slapped her breasts, causing them to wobble and heave and leaving red handprints across them both. He soothed her pain with his tongue, palming her cunt and grinding his hand against her as he licked and sucked her tits.
The old witch had to pull on Umok’s loincloth to get his attention. She held up the steaming clay cup containing the potion she had brewed over the chief’s fire pit. Umok snatched the potion and thrust it against Alyndra’s lips.
“Drink!” he commanded.
“Go to the hells!” she replied, turning away as much as her bonds allowed.
Umok pinched her left nipple between his thumb and finger and twisted. Alyndra cried out reflexively and the goblin thrust the potion to her lips. Hot, bitter liquid poured into her mouth and she swallowed before she could stop herself. She sputtered and spit, but it was too late. The duro duro potion was already burning down her throat and pooling in her stomach.
Umok stepped back and eyed Alyndra warily as if she might explode. After a moment, she felt an intense cramp in her stomach. It was followed by another. Then a third, so sharp it was like a knife driving into her guts. Despite the pain, her loins throbbed. Her eyes rolled back. She began to spasm and jerk, straining against the ropes binding her.
Inside her, the poison within the potion assaulted Alyndra’s mind. Her inhibitions and identity melted into soup. Her lust increased. Needy. Aching inside her core. Her hatred detached itself from slavers and floated free in her mind.
Umok splashed her face with cold water. Her eyes rolled forward in her head. Focus returned to her as if waking from a dream.
“What?” she rasped.
“Give name,” he commanded, prodding her chest with the handle of the crop.
“Alyndra Vandora,” she said.
“You have other name. What they call you?” demanded the goblin.
“I… I don’t remember,” she said, her brow knitting as she tried to recall.
He grabbed her throat. Pressed his body against her sweaty flesh. His lips to her ear.
“Slave’s Bane,” he whispered. “You serve Gavak. You hunt slaves. You bring back.”
“Slave’s Bane?” She trembled as she said it. “Are you… are you… certain?”
“Slave’s Bane!” snarled Umok. He sucked and licked at her neck. His sharp teeth ran over his ear. “You serve Boss Gavak. You bring back slave. You hate slave. Say it.”
“I hate slaves,” said Alyndra. Giving word to the thought caused the loose hatred within her mind to reattach to the idea. She saw herself in the trees, pursuing slave girls. Tackling them to the ground. Punishing them. Torturing them. Returning them to grateful slave masters. “I hate… slaves! The filthy fools! Ungrateful! Disobedient!”
“Yesssss,” hissed Umok. “And who do you serve?”
“Gavak!” she cried, her eyes wide and intense. “Boss Gavak!”
“He is your master,” said Umok, licking her ear. His breath hot and his voice husky with lust. “Say it.”
“He is my master!” moaned Alyndra.
“I am,” rumbled Gavak, waddling into his hut. “Is she broken, Umok?”
“Yes, boss,” said Umok, ducking his head and stepping back from Alyndra. “She had duro duro. Now she hates slaves instead of slavers. She will obey any command you give her.”
“Cut her down,” commanded Gavak.
Umok cut her loose and Alyndra dropped heavily to her knees. The muscular goblin began untying her as the fat goblin chief watched. When she was free, Alyndra felt compelled to prostrate herself before the chief. She pressed her face to the floor, her ass raised behind her. Shameless. Aching with desire. Utterly broken and obedient. The duro duro still hot in her belly and her mind caught in the web of Umok’s training.
“Leave us now,” said Gavak.
Umok and the witch left without another word. The portly goblin turned his full attention to Alyndra. He padded slowly around her, his great belly wobbling and his prick straining in his loincloth. He admired Alyndra from every angle before commanding her, “Lift head and look.”
Alyndra lifted her head and she met Gavak’s cruel gaze.
“Training only start,” he said. “We teach you hunting. The lash. The dart. Duro duro. We teach you to hate humans and elves. To love goblins. You serve me. You serve tribe. You warm my bed. You understand?”
