The goblins scattered before her, the mighty Amazon’s glaive cleaving through the small green monsters like paper. One of the little vicious creatures landed on her back, its clawed hands grabbing the back of her skimpy leather top to hold on, its dirty little feet finding footholds standing on her incredibly toned backside.

“Get off me!” Lucia roared, her muscles bulging as she reached over her shoulder and grabbed the creature by the face and hurled it straight up in the air. The goblin squealed, its arms and legs flailing wildly, trying in vain to slow its fall. The Amazon skewering it out of the air on her glaive before swiping through another goblin that was trying to take advantage of the opening its companion had given it.

It was a rout. The bodies of dead and dying goblins surrounded the Amazon warrior. She kicked the goblin corpse off the end of her weapon and scanned the area, counting her fallen foes. Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she whirled, binging her glaive back up.

A lone goblin was fleeing through the underbrush.

“Coward,” she said under her breath. Ducking into a crouch, she broke into a run, her towering form breaking through the brush like a svelte panther.

“Run while you can, goblin scum.”

Ahead of her she could hear the creature’s panicked breathing and rapid footsteps. Even having to break through the dense jungle, she was gaining on her quarry, and quickly. She caught glimpses of its small green form, looking back over its shoulder and staring at her with wide, yellow eyes.

Lucia readied her glaive, hunching lower and sprinting faster.

Her leg caught on something and she went sprawling forward. Her face slammed into something soft, and there was a puff of white powder. She coughed and pushed herself up to find she’d landed in a pile of mushrooms, smashing them and releasing a haze of white spores  in the air around her.

She could hear the goblin cackling from nearby.

“Your little ‘trap’ only succeeded in making me angry,” she said, climbing to her feet. She looked around for the goblin. The trees and brush swam across her vision. The goblin rushed out of the foliage, seeming to split in two. She swung her glaive, aiming to cleave through both of them, but her swing was sluggish and slow. The glaive was very heavy all of the sudden in her hands.

“Those mushrooms...” It dawned on her that the trap was more than she had initially thought. Still, it was one measly goblin.

She looked around, her vision lagging behind her head movements. Maniacal goblin laughter sounded like it was coming from all around her.

A bola flew out of the jungle behind her, wrapping around her legs. She flexed her toned calves, having snapped similar goblin weaponry before, but the rope held fast, digging into her muscular legs. She bent to grab the rope, but the sudden change in position made her dizzy, and she toppled over.

“Big girl go down!” the high-pitched voice screeched. The goblin landed on top of her prone form.

“Get off of me!” She tried to both go for the knife strapped to her ankle and throw the goblin off her back, though with her body already uncooperative, splitting her focus proved ineffectual, one hand waving limply above her while the other struggled to differentiate the plants and vines she’d fallen on from the rope around her legs.

“No!” the goblin cried, grabbing her mane of thick dark hair, holding on tight as he danced on her back.

“I won’t be ridden by some filthy goblin!” Her hand connected with the creature’s leathery skin. She tried to grab, but found the goblin’s arms wrapped around her wrist, and the monster wrenched her arm behind her back and brought his body weight down on her, pinning her. The creature leaned in, its foul breath hot on her ear.

“You mine now, big girl.”

The amazon was stunned as a filthy rag was shoved in her face.

“Breath now. More mushies!”

Lucia held her breath and struggled to get some leverage to get up and throw the foul creature off of her. To be taken down by such a pathetic little beast, a lone goblin, but the mushroom spores she’d already breathed had both sapped her strength and thrown off her coordination. The goblin had no problem holding the Amazon warrior down, keeping the dirty cloth over her mouth and nose until her lungs burned and she was forced to inhale. The smell was sickly sweet, and instantly the woozy feeling she’d had since the first dose was intensified tenfold. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her body felt numb and floppy. She was vaguely aware of the goblin dancing triumphantly on her back.

“Gmmmff mmmmphh…” she mumbled weekly into the soporific cloth.

“Mine mine mine mine!” the creature crowed, bouncing gleefully on his prize, pulling the cloth off of her face to throw its arms up triumphantly in the air.

Lucia tasted fresh air, but the damage was done. Her tongue lolled around her mouth, drool dripping from the corner of her lips as she tried to speak in protest.

“Dun go, me have stuff for big girl. Mushies dun last forever.”

The creature disappeared off into the jungle. This was her opportunity. Surely her metabolism would shrug off the effects of the mushroom poison, and when the goblin returned it would face her wrath. She focused all of her efforts on moving just a single finger, but her body seemed detached from her brain. Completely helpless, she lay in the dirt, waiting for the small goblin who had bested her to return, unable to move anything but her eyes.

Lucia had no idea how long she was paralyzed and alone before the goblin appeared in front of her. The drugged Amazon's eyes slowly focused, staring at its gross feet. Her eyes traveled up its legs, her reaction time unfortunately too slow to close her eyes or look away as she found her gaze drifting up under the creature’s loin cloth.

“You like?” the goblin laughed, crouching over her face.

“Nnnnnnn,” she moaned, her mouth still not working.

“Yes, you like. Big girl like new boss big donger.” Lucia could do nothing but watch on as the goblin pulled off his loincloth.

Goblins existed for two things. To cause chaos. And to fuck. Their anatomy was suitably scaled for their passions, and for a particularly small goblin, its genitals were inversely large.

Lucia willed her body to respond as the creature forced its member in her slack jaw. As revolting as it would be, if she could, she would have bitten the creature’s dick clean off, but no matter how hard she tried, her muscles remained slack, her mouth reduced to just a gaping hole for the goblin to fuck.

The creature laughed giddily, thrusting into her mouth over and over. “You gonna get used to this. You my pet now!”

Control was slowly returning to her as rage fueled her. She tried to bite, but even as the ability to do so returned, she was still too weak, and the creature only seemed to enjoy her efforts as she tried in vain to bite his penis off while he raped her mouth.

She had enough strength to cough and gag the viscous fluid the goblin jizzed down her throat, thick white lines of monster cum dripping down her cheeks. It laughed, wiping its dirty little clawed hands through it and smearing it in her hair.

“Shroomies wear off,” it stated. They definitely were, but not nearly fast enough. Even as the creature went to her legs and unwound the bola wrapped around them, she could only wiggle her foot at the goblin, her best attempt at a kick that would have caved its chest in had she not been so weakened. The goblin grabbed her foot and yanked off her boot, tossing it over his shoulder. Its pair joined it shortly, and the goblin ran its claws over the soles of her feet. She tried to pull away, her legs actually responding more as her body reflexively tried to avoid being tickled, but somehow the tiny goblin was still stronger than the hulking Amazon.

The goblin used her own knife to cut her leather thong off of her, leaving her naked from the waist down. Lucia’s hands clenched into fists as the goblin’s fingers poked and prodded her exposed womanhood, chuckling to itself. “Big girl have big snatch. Good snatch.”

“Ah’ll ‘ill ooo,” she managed to say, cum and drool dripping from her tongue that still felt numb and too large for her mouth.

“Quiet!” The goblin stuffed her thong into her mouth, quickly robbing her of her newly regained power of speech. With its captive silenced once more, the goblin resumed stripping her, cutting her top off, freeing her impressive breasts. “Great big udders!” It pawed at her boobs, the creature’s long slimy tongue flicking out over her large, dark areolas.

She managed to bring her arm up, intent on swatting the goblin away like a fly, but her arm just flopped against her tormenter. It grabbed her wrist and slipped off her bracer. She was too weak to prevent the small creature from bending her arm at the elbow and fastening a contraption of leather and buckles on her arm, securing her wrist to her upper arm. The goblin heaved her limp body onto her other side and repeated the process on her other arm.

Lucia’s strength and motor control were coming back more and more, and she flexed, her muscles bulging, but she couldn’t straighten her arms even an inch. She pulled her arms up, looking over what the creature had done to them. A leather harness encased each of her arms, with some sort of hoof-like cap over her elbows. She was so distracted trying to figure out what it was that she didn’t even notice the goblin already had one of her legs folded and bound in a similar device and was already bringing her other foot back.

“Nnnnfff!” she cried, straightening her leg back out, this time managing to wrench her leg free from the impish creature’s grasp. The goblin clung to her leg; riding it like a bucking bronco until she’d spent what little strength she’d built up. Panting around her thong, she couldn’t hold her leg up anymore, and the goblin bent her leg back and strapped her ankle to her thigh.

“Almos’ done,” the monster said, bringing another band of leather up to her neck.

Lucia spit her thong at the creature. “When I get free, I’m going to rip your filthy dick off and beat you to death with it.”

It laughed, grabbing at its crotch. “Silly big girl not get free. You mine now.” It leered down at her as it fastened the stiff collar around her neck. “Up, up!” It jumped off her chest and started trying to roll her over.

As much as she loathed obeying the little creature, she stood a better chance of getting loose if she was up. She awkwardly climbed up onto her elbows and knees, and immediately realized the even more vulnerable position it left her in; her head bowed low, her ass in the air, her sex exposed. Again she flexed and tried to break free of her restraints, but they didn’t so much as budge.

Vicious tittering laughter filled her ears as the goblin leapt onto her back. The Amazon swayed and tried to buck it off, but its clawed hands latched into her hair.

“I will not be ridden!”

“Big girl will be rided, big girl is big boss’s pet. And big girl will be quiet.”

Before she could protest her new station as goblin mount, the fiendish monster had reached over her head and pulled a big wooden ball on a rope between her teeth and tied it around her head, gagging her.

“Mmmmmphhh!”

“Much better.” The goblin grabbed her hair again and yanked back, pointing ahead. “Go! Dat way!”

When Lucia didn’t move, the goblin smacked her rump with a switch. “Gggnnnnnphh!”

“Go, pet!” It kept swatting at her vulnerable backside, striping her thick ass cheeks with angry red welts until she started shuffling forward.

Pulling on her hair to steer her and whipping her repeatedly if she stopped or even slowed down a little, the goblin rode the defeated Amazon warrior through the jungle. The paralytic effect of the mushrooms had long since wore off, but then fatigue set in. Being forced to crawl on her knees and elbows exercised muscles even the athletic champion had never been forced to use. Her legs and arms cramped from their enforced positions. Her neck ached from having to look up to see where she was going, her scalp sore from constantly having her hair pulled. Drool ran down her chin from her huge ballgag and sweat dripped down her naked body, droplets forming on her nipples before gravity pulled them from her swinging breasts.

Lucia was giving her neck a break, leaning her head forward and looking at the ground while she blindly shuffled where her diminutive captor directed her, so she didn’t see where the goblin was forcing her to carry it until a sharp pull on both sides of her hair forced her head up and brought her to a stop.

Her eyes widened as she realized she was in the middle of a goblin village. Crude shelters made of dirt and straw, telltale goblin architecture, surrounded her. Dozens of yellow eyes stared out of dark doorways at her.

Had she found this place that morning, she would have destroyed the village and purged the goblin infestation with gusto. Now she was being ridden in like some battle prize. She was a battle prize. Goblins that would have cowered in fear before her might and prowess were now standing in awe of the goblin on her back BECAUSE it had bested her. It had defeated her, disarmed her, stripped her, bound her and subjugated her.

“Me have defeated da big girl. Now me boss, and big girl is my pet!” her new master cried to its fellow goblins.

“Nnnnggg!” she moaned.

The goblin responded with another crack of the switch across her sore buttocks. “Goblins dat follow me get use of my pet!”

“New boss! New boss!” The goblins began chanting, bowing before their new leader.

Lucia made one last desperate bid for freedom, charging the closest goblin. She’d gotten used to moving on her knees and elbows, and with the adrenaline surging she sprinted for a goblin, with only the thought of trampling the monster to death with the hooves that'd been forced on her.

The goblin who had claimed her yanked her hair to the side hard, whipping her in a frenzy. She’d already been so conditioned to turn at her rider’s commands that she faltered for just a moment before resuming her course, but that second was enough for the goblin to dart away.

“Bad pet,” the goblin scolded, grabbing her bangs and yanking them up, forcing her to look into its evil yellow eyes. “No,” it said sharply.

“Grrmmphh!” she growled back defiantly.

“Bring hood!” the goblin called. Moments later another goblin appeared with a leather hood.

Lucia’s eyes widened and she tried to back away, but once her rider had it, there was no escaping. It pulled the foul smelling, skintight leather hood over her head, blinding her, muffling her already garbled protests, and making it harder for her to breath.

“Good pet,” she heard her new master whisper into her ear through the hood. Completely defeated, the Amazon warrior bowed her head.

* * *

Lucia lost track of how long she’d been the goblin’s pet. She was kept hooded constantly.  It wouldn’t even come off when she was fed; it was merely lifted up high enough to take her gag out to allow her to blindly eat whatever disgusting slop they put in front of her. So she had never seen the harness and saddle contraption her rider had fitted her with, letting the goblin sit comfortably on her back and steer her without her needing to see. A constant jingling accompanied her wherever she was forced to go, coming from two little bells that dangled from her newly pierced nipples.

Occasionally she would hear the sounds of battle. The horde of goblins, spurred on by their new boss riding into battle on its mockery of a battle steed, pillaged and plundered freely. The Amazon warrior hoped that they’d come up against a force that would defeat them and she’d be freed, but that never happened. This was her life now.