by Kim Young
Goldie awoke that morning refreshed. She always enjoyed camping alone. The stillness of nature was a welcomed change from the frantic office she worked in.
Inspired by the silence, Goldie made for the lake. The crisp waters were invigorating and since nobody was around, Goldie stripped of her clothing and wadded into the soothing waters alone.
But Goldie was not alone, she was being hunted.
Goldie felt the sting of the poison dart as it struck her ripe buttocks, but before she could cry out, her vision began to blur and her body collapsed. In her delusional state, she felt her body being dragged from the lake and onto the shore.
Proud of their catch, the Goblin hunters took a moment to examine their trophy up close. She was a fine young specimen. Her body was lean and muscular. Her feminine virtues, warm and unspoiled. The Goblins worked fast to tie the Golden maid.
By the time the poison of the dart and worn off, Goldie found herself bound to a pole and far from the lake.
She pulled at the bonds that held her and moaned as they marched. Her back and feet arching with every failed escape attempt. Goldie had heard tales of Goblins in these woods from her friends, But she never believed the stories till now.
The tiny hunters sang a traveling song as they marched joyfully home. Their hungry lips smacked as Goldie's tender breasts bounced deliciously with every step.
When Goldie was brought into the camp, she was surrounded. She didn't understand what the gibbering Goblins were saying, but she knew it wasn't good.
Like tiny sharks, they circled and shamelessly sniffed her womanly parts, and when one of them licked her sensitive clit it swelled reflexively under the Goblin's talented tongue. Goldie kicked frantically but her efforts only seemed to encourage more licking.
She was bent and used like a rag doll. Her delicate parts were enjoyed without pause. When one of them was finished, another was in line to take his place. Their lust was insatiable and Goldie soon learned not to fight them. These fell folk were hungry for food and starved for entertainment... Goldie was the main course.
The many years she spent in the gym couldn't prepare her for the workout she endured at the hands of her greedy assailants. Goldie was penetrated in ways only animals would endure. She was passed around and around until she blessedly lost consciousness.
When she awoke, Goldie found herself tied to a bloody stump. Her holes were raw and dripping, the Goblins were again, hard at work. She watched from a distance as her tiny captures sang and danced a furious pace around the fire. Their pointed teeth and silvered blades caught the light of the roaring blaze like a devil's light. They gestured to Goldie with voracious delight. When three of them approached her, she noticed one carried a long steal pole, sharpened at one end.
"No more!" she cried "I can't take any more!" but the worst was yet to come.
When it came to the gruesome task of spitting her, great care was made to lubricate both of Goldie's "Roasting Holes." The spit shaft was very sharp and very smooth, if inserted properly, Goldie might survive long enough to be roasted alive.
Such a process was a challenge for any cook, but always a welcomed one. It was most entertaining to watch the woman struggle on her spit. Covered in butter and spice, every muffled bend of her luscious form would be savored by the audience.
The hard steel driven through Goldie’s womanly lips, was patiently turned by an attentive Goblin. When her dripping nipples began to crisp, he turned her again. The amber embers made her whole body sizzle and hiss scrumptiously on the spit, and had it not been her own meat on the grill, Goldie might have appreciated the smell. The Goblins may have been cruel but they sure knew how to barbeque a woman.
Goldie held on as long as she could, but she couldn't deny the flames forever. Her precious meat was all the Goblins wanted now, and Goldie was in no position to argue with them. She moaned her last and finally expired. It wouldn't be long now.
True to her name, Goldie was roasted to a Golden Brown. Her body slid from the roasting shaft like a well-buttered ham. She was place on a wide dinner platter and brought to the Goblin’s table as an honored guest. Her bountiful figure glistening in its juices. The softness of her form was complimented only by the flavor of her spicy meats.
The beautiful secretary was utterly devoured by the tribe... the banquet was enjoyed by all.
In a few days, local Police would launch an investigation into Goldie’s disappearance. She was well liked and would surely be missed on Monday morning. But like so many young women who become lost in in the woods, no trace would ever be found of her. Unless you knew where to look, that is...