The first thing Yolande noticed as she regained consciousness was the aching tenderness all over, especially in her throat, pussy, and ass.  Her memories came rushing back - for an instant she hoped they were just a nightmare, but as she tried to leap up, she discovered she was tied, gagged ... and that it was all too true, she really had been captured and abused by the albino hobgoblins and their powerful leader.  She still didn't know of his true nature - he had no need to reveal himself to his captive, toy warrior.<br/><br/>While the bonds prevented her from rising, they didn't immobilize her completely, and her attempt to move caused the dildo to shift inside her, making her give a startled, muffled cry into her gag.  She was tied too effectively to see exactly what was inside her, though she shifted around, trying to get a better view, trying to find a weakness in her ropes too - but each movement brought a new stimulation through the dildo in her cunt, and she stopped as she found herself sweating, growing more aroused from her own efforts.  She had to stop!<br/><br/>The other women... the pick of the town, as of course the hobgoblins had taken all the most attractive, the most interesting women for themselves.  She wondered what these women might have been, before... farmer's daughters, shopkeepers, it didn't matter now - they were all playthings of their captors.  As Yolande herself was, as helpless as any of them.<br/><br/>And the one poor, more abused woman - she had paid the price for resistance, obviously, and the intimidation factor was effective enough even on the warrior herself ... she was too exhausted, too helpless, to imagine real resistance, and the thought of being branded, or otherwise abused, made sure such thoughts were immediately rejected.  The woman's lesson had been learned by all the others: Yolande watched, for hours, as they obeyed their new masters immediately.  In some cases they showed despair at their situation ... in others, they were clearly broken, lost in their new subservience to these monsters.  Like the other women, Yolande could look away from each new sex act, but she couldn't help hearing every wet smack, and the women's pants and ecstatic cries as they came, joining their own lust to that of their captors.<br/><br/>The hobgoblins, despite all the pleasure they were able to take, were still quite industrious - they had built all those stocks on the walls, further proof of the strength of their leader to keep these undisciplined beasts so busy... the tunnel, discovered later, was even more proof of how dangerous and clever this group, and this leader, was.<br/><br/>She blushed, blinking in the sunlight, as she and the other naked women were shown off to the watching soldiers, and locked into stocks.  Instead of rescuing these villagers, now she needed rescue!  And then it got much worse - for shockingly, the chieftain was so horrible as to let these women - including herself! - be taken in front of everyone, forcing the king to act more quickly.  And even worse - a huge addition to the ransom for Yolande herself.  She opened her mouth, taking in a deep breath - she planned to shout out a command not to pay for her... surely it was better to call the chieftain's bluff, and they couldn't let the hobgoblins win!  But before she could speak, her breath was used instead in a howl as that enormous cock filled her up again, and she was crushed against the stocks as the chieftain began to use her all over again.<br/><br/>She was too busy panting to speak, though some of the other women around her managed to form words, to beg for mercy or worse, to ask for more pleasure.  At least Yolande didn't do that ... but her resistance was not infinite, especially since the hobgoblins had already cracked her once.  It didn't take that long before the assembled men outside the wall could see her joining the other women in cumming, moaning and shaking in her restraints.  And there was no relief, for there were always more hobgoblins to take over - within a couple of hours the champion's barely-recovered mind had lost the battle again and she was showing every movement, reacting to every stroke, as loudly as the hobgoblins could wish.  They controlled her completely, using her, slapping her ass to make her cry out, and after her fifth orgasm she was too stupefied to resist when they told her to thank them ... oh, she didn't right away, but when they spanked her for a minute, then gave her the choice of more of that, or more pleasure, she gave in.<br/><br/>The only breaks were in unconsciousness - though her stamina kept her awake more often then not, as her gushing sex was used again and again.  Her body responded even when she was unaware, so she awoke to find herself nearing climax again, the day blurring into a series of disgraceful orgasms, progress being measured by the growing puddle of her cum and theirs, after it coated her ass and legs.<br/><br/>She saw the cart arrive, though was too mindless to quite understand what it meant; likewise she didn't understand at first when the fucking stopped.  She and the others were already in the caged-cart before she realized it must be over.<br/><br/>She was too exhausted, and far too ashamed, to talk to anyone.  She accepted the treatment - she had no thought of resisting, even though the purifying ritual was terribly intrusive, and she imagined the physician-clerics performing the ritual were staring at her with disgust the whole time.  It took her some time, after the bath, to get dressed again - she was left alone, and only very slowly strapped on her armor again.  But at least, with the armor and sword in hand, she felt a little stronger again... though deep in her belly there was still a little tremor, a new vulnerability.<br/><br/>She thought of the other village women, and what effect this must have had on them... how the had given in, spent days pleasuring the hobgoblins, and taking pleasure in doing so.  The most beautiful young women of the village had all been broken - of course they had been taken days before Yolande arrived, so the effect on them would be even greater.  They would always remember... and how could they go back to men, those who had surviving men?  How could Yolande herself... she thought of her husband waiting for her, and was chilled into immobility again for many minutes.<br/><br/>And then, some of the women were missing ... despite the ransom being paid, not only had the hobgoblins escaped punishment, but they had been able to keep the choicest women for themselves.  Would they have taken the most submissive women, the ones who had given in most completely, to make convenient slaves?  Or had they left those women behind, the ones who had most completely surrendered ... so the hobgoblins could take the more resistant ones to complete their breaking?  No matter what, this attack would have long-term effects on this village, on other villages around ... the word of this would spread, there was no way to stop it.<br/><br/>Yolande was given a tent alone, and stayed overnight to rest, and to get some proper strength back.  The next day her horse was returned to her by the king's scouts - again she said nothing, other than basic, murmured thanks.  She had trouble looking anyone in the face.  She also couldn't ride her horse, not right away - not after what the chieftain had done.  She walked - that was tough too - leading her horse for most of the first day.  It was just as well, for it also delayed her return - she wasn't eager to get home, after what had happened.<br/><br/>So her return was not nearly as hurried as her ride out to save the village.  She moved slowly, rode slowly, and knew that the news of events would probably have reached the academy before her.  She didn't want to talk about any of it ... she just wanted to work, to teach her students all the better so that this never happened to any of them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Are you still thinking of tracking reputation?  If so, Yolande had 30 reputation points before these events.<br/></div></div>