<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Charmed</em> by "Hobgoblin Chieftain"<br/>Hit Points: 76     Speed: 40 feet<br/>Saves: Fortitude: +9     Reflex: +6     Will: +2     BAB: + 11/ + 6<br/></div></div><br/>She had refused to spread her legs, but she wasn't nearly strong enough to prevent the "hobgoblin" from parting them anyway.  She grunted as she was overpowered, as her legs were pushed apart at the edge of the altar.  The head of that enormous cock - that she had seen very close up a few moments ago - now bumped against her, and brushed her lips.  She gasped, and the chieftain claimed they needed to demonstrate more - but she didn't accept that, it didn't seem right to her.  This wasn't what she had agreed to.   "No, there has to be another way.... aaah!"<br/><br/>The warrior-woman shrieked as she was suddenly opened wide by the unstoppable thrust of the chieftain's organ.  It was a shock, and a stretching as her walls gave way, losing the struggle to resist him pathetically quickly.  For all her strength, her unblemished record of destroying every monster that had crossed her path, now she was failing completely, proving too weak of mind and body to resist this foe ... this friend, as she still, somehow, believed.  Even as she was impaled, as he rammed himself into her again, even more deeply, still she thought he was doing this for her, to save  her from the other hobgoblins.<br/><br/>Her whole body jolted forward until stopped by the altar, pinned between that and the chieftain's powerful body.  She howled, surprisingly not in pain, but just from the overwhelming force of the sensations, at how very full she was, how completely the chieftain was taking her.  She was helpless, weak, flopping on his shaft as it drove in and out, surrounded by dangerous enemies, and being taken by the only "man", other than her husband, that had ever had her.  And this was so different ... so much more intense, and she was appalled at the feelings she sensed in herself, her body's heated reaction to everything.<br/><br/>She grunted, air driven out of her with each thrust, and sucked air back in noisily as the chieftain withdrew - her breathing was controlled by his thrusts, just as the rest of her was controlled.  And while that very idea was terrible, somehow it didn't slow her reactions at all, as she warmed more and more with every push of that bulbous tip.  To feel her reach the "end", striking her a little uncomfortably at the end of each thrust, was nonetheless amazing and contributed even more to her loss of control.<br/><br/>All around, she heard the hobgoblins cheering, chanting... she didn't understand, but she guessed from their tone that they approved, and she clutched at that, as hope... if that was the goal, maybe the chieftain would be satisfied, and would stop before she lost her last bit of control, and shamed herself in front of them all.<br/><br/>She tried to make him aware of the tribe's satisfaction, though it was hard to speak... each word was jolted out of her by another thrust, and she gasped for air in between.  "Please, they... are... they..." she grabbed at their chant, hoping it would get the message across.  "Gussup!  Oh... gussup!"<br/><br/>Yet he didn't stop, and crying out, increasingly lost in the delirium of her own excitement, Yolande suddenly screamed, clenching around him as she was struck by what was by far the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.  She writhed around him, bound and helpless, but flailing, tossing her head side-to-side, having surrendered even this to her captor ... the captor she still, somehow, trusted.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cha check: 1d20a2 DC: 15 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114791) success<br/>Will save: 1d20a6 DC: 17 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114792) still failed!<br/></div></div>