Goblin Slave Harem

The harem is a huge ornate room, all marble, covered with silks and scattered cushions. The torches burn low, the flickering light glinting off slave collars and staring eyes. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of goblin girls are scattered around the room, some in clusters and some on their own. They wear translucent silks that do little to cover them, if they wear anything at all. They are all watching you, some with dread, others with glee, and some even with tender love. They all know the metal collar on their neck can compel them to act even against their will. You are the master here, whether they like it or not. Some are already moving towards you, jogging on their little feet or crawling forward with need and reverence. "Master! Master come! Us! US!" They cry. These ones are addicts for the mind melting pleasure of your company. "Look! We give! Take! Break! Do as want! We love! LOVE!" They bend over or spread themselves shamelessly, dripping pussies, eager mouths, and tight assholes all offered desperately. Some shrink away. New girls, virgins, human haters, and semi-ferals. They watch with nervous curiosity as the other goblins throw themselves at your feet. They cannot understand why their kin would act like that. They hiss and bare their teeth or cower and try to cover themselves. "Back! Manthing! We bite! We kill!" Others are silent and withdrawn, some boisterous and unbothered. "HAHA! Fuck then! Fun! Show what got! We the best!" and a few seem like smitten lovers. Some of their bellies are swollen and pregnant and they look at you with pride and no small amount of desire. "Master! Mate! Come, we miss you! We need you! Touch! Kiss! We adore! We worship!" They beckon to you, like demure damsels, fluttering silks and spreading their legs with a blushing giggle. All these and more are spread around you, yours for the taking.