Wonderful Paintball with Goblins 1
By Valley Vixin
Diana Prince looked at the security camera images. The blur’s defeating the mundane security
argued magic was involved. The
scuttering/scurrying motion, the pack like motion of the shadows set up an
instinctive fear in the amazing Amazon.
Deep in her core, a horror awoke, a racial fear even her divine blood
wasn’t immune to.
“Goblins!” She muttered.
The shadows swarmed over the police, ignoring their guns, the shots shown in
silence on the video only feed blasted into the air around the blurs without
any effect. The goblins cut into the
half dozen police and blood sprayed.
Half the size of a human, faster than a wolf, more savage than a lion, hunting
with intelligence and cruelty beyond that of any mere animal, the goblins cut
through the police without slowing or stopping.
What they did to men was mere butchery, what they did to women was far
worse.
Turning to the IDAC officers, she gave what was unmistakably a command.
“Get all of our people off this. Get all the police to withdraw. Nothing human can stop them. They are faster and stronger than any human,
and their magic makes technology almost useless against them. Electricity will not work around them,
explosives will sometimes refuse to go off, sometimes go off on their own. They are chaos made evil flesh. What they do to men is unspeakable, but
better than what they do to women. This
is a job for Wonder Woman. I will
contact her.”
While Diana usually informed and advised, when she chose instead to command,
the question of her rank and authority oddly never came up. The senior staff simply accepted it as obvious
that their field staff could not deal with this, and
focused on keeping human law enforcement out of the way.
Diana took the time to finish her shift as if nothing was going on. In reality she was
remembering her training. Training about
the greatest enemies of the Amazons. The
ancient Amazons were warrior women whose strength was beyond that of mortal
men, whose skill was beyond that of mortal men, and whose beauty and pride were
a challenge that no mortal men could help but dream of making submit and owning
sexually.
There were worse things than men, and the magic that made the Amazons belonged
to the goddesses Artemis and Hera. There
were other powers as old as the gods, worlds that brushed against our own and
sometimes allowed passage. The realms of
fairy were one. The ancient elves were powerful,
subtle and often cruel. They learned to avoid the Amazons for fear of
their terrible reprisals. The beauty of
the elves was the light of fairy, but where there was light, there was also
shadow. As beautiful as the elves was
the hideousness of the goblin, as noble and refined as the elves was the
savagery and barbarism of the goblin.
Where elves were gifted with eternal life, ethereal beauty, both men and
women almost divine in their beauty, goblins were male only, able to breed with
any female sentient, and filled with nothing but lust to possess and degrade
the women of other, more beautiful, more civilized races.
The highest prize was an Amazon. The
great warrior women, born to a society that used men only as breeding slaves,
crippled at birth and kept as little better than field beasts, Amazon men were
not only less than Amazons women, they were less than
the free human men they were taken from.
For an Amazon to be superior to males was simply a truth. To own men was no different than owning
cattle. The male was inferior, easily
conquered, and beneath notice. The
goblins had no women of their own, because all women
were their own. The Amazons were proud
as goddesses, more beautiful than elves, more bountifully curved than humans,
and they were strong. So strong they
could survive the use and abuse of goblins long enough to endure decades or
centuries of being reduced to nothing but a mindless sex slave, begging for the
degradation of their goblin masters.
Magic is cruel, and nothing comes without cost.
Goblins were given the sexual desire of Pan, the predatory desire of
Aries, and addictive sperm. Women that
had been exposed to goblin sperm became addicted to it. More powerful than any drug, more powerful
than any spell, it ate the will and left behind nothing but desire for more,
the need to accept, and insist on more and harder useage. This combined with the fertility of the
goblin race meant that stolen humans birthed no more than a handful of babies
before dying, elves no more than a dozen, but a captured Amazon could live for
centuries.
Even the will of an Amazon had limits, no greater humiliation could an Amazon
know than to have that will eroded by constant use of the Goblin cum, to have
her entire nervous system rewired to know ever greater pleasure from Goblin use
until she would gladly betray not just herself but her sisters for the chance
to be used just one more time by her Goblin masters. To be an Amazon, reduced to slavery by a
creature half the size of a man, broken not by sword or spear, not by whip or
spell, but by foot long goblin cock, and the sperm that made the very power of
her Amazon body into a weapon against her will.
No, Goblins were wiped out by the Amazons at any cost when encountered. Goblin nests were wiped out, and the women in
them given a more merciful end than the Goblins would have left them. Amazons could not allow Goblin’s to exist in
the world.
…….
Blix was a goblin with a mission. The
nuclear testing of the humans had weakened the barrier between the world of man
and the world of fairy. The fairy realm
became a blight where the human weapons had tainted the life of both worlds
through their violation of the fundamental laws. The blight belonged to the goblins, for the
noble elves dared not enter it to hunt them.
Blix found his way into the land of iron and poison, a land forbidden to his
kind when humanity turned away from magic and made the worlds so much harder to
cross. The human world, full of
powerless women, huge breasts and no magic. It was a legend for goblins, and Blix found
the way back!
The humans had some sort of magic wand that made thunder and tossed sling shots, like arrowheads without arrows. They punched deep but lacked iron or magic to kill, and they were used by warriors so slow and weak that they fell to goblin claws faster than deer.
Better, one of them had been a female! Taken back to the warehouse, the dozen goblins delighted in the screams, moans, the wetness and the yielding bouncy firmness. Titties, glorious human titties for goblin tongues and teeth!
The blonde policewoman was cooing in a corner, Flarf was sawing his goblin cock into her ass as Blix
turned the new weapon in his hands. It was made of plastic, lighter than the
iron that was poison to goblins, yet nearly as hard. The policewoman had taught Blix and the
goblins how to use it after they had raped her into submission, then into
addiction. Now the goblins were armed
better than an elven Wild Hunt, better than and Amazon war party.
Gifted with the magic to blur their sight, they had the power to slip past any
barrier, slip past any ward, and with their speed and strength they could tear
a bear apart in less seconds than it took to roar its defiance, now they
wielded the new “guns” of humanity, they were unbeatable!
…….
Wonder Woman followed the scrapes and scratches in the walls. Goblin’s didn’t just run along the ground. Hunting packs took to the trees, to better ambush pursuers. In the city, the goblins took to the concrete walls like so many spiders. The police couldn’t read the signs, without technology they were almost useless, untrained compared to the Amazons of her island. Wonder Woman wasn’t just an Amazon, she was the best of them. A goddess birthed by the Amazons, a living weapon who was given to the world of man to become the Defender of All Women. She was hunting a predator that was a threat to all women.
She stood outside the warehouse, listening to the
laughter of goblins and the screaming of a ravaged woman. Doubtless the missing body, the policewoman
taken from the police blocking force, had not been lucky enough to die.
It would be easy to assume the gang rape was distracting the goblins, and to
walk in the door, but goblins had survived for millennia by using anger and overconfidence
to deliver their enemies to them. Wonder
Woman smiled. She did not, after all,
need a door.
Listening carefully, ignoring the sounds of sex, the taunting, the casual
cruelty of male lust expressed in its lowest and most degrading form, she
listened for the scrape of claw, the catch of breath, until she heard
them. Watchers at the front and back
doors in the rafters. Doubtless ready
withs some trap for anyone going in through front or back door.
Silently snarling, Wonder Woman accelerated to full speed and hit the concrete
wall at the far end from the ravaged woman.
It would not do to kill her with concrete fragments when her magic lasso
offered the only chance to restore her broken mind once rescued from the
goblins.
She exploded through the wall like a tank cannon. Blix took a moment to appreciate the sight, the glorious sight that no goblin, that no male could possibly be prepared for.
A goddess. Golden eagles on a red corset
framed the greatest tits in the known world, raven
dark hair waved like a wing behind her, held in place by a gold tiara marking
her as queen and goddess. Strong arms
clad in heavy braciers marked her as a warrior, even
as the star spangled blue pants stretched across the
finest birthing hips and most spankable ass Blix had
ever seen.
Long legs, such magnificent long legs, the finest steed a goblin could know,
stretched between scarlet warrior boots and star spangled ass, this wasn’t just
an Amazon, this was a walking temple of Fuck.
This wasn’t a woman, this was The Woman.
The goddess spoke, her blue eyes blazing like lightning, her rich red cocksucking lips marked a face that shone with pride, with
unconquerable defiance, with utter contempt for Blix and all his kind.
“I am Wonder Woman, and I will see your kind wiped out for crimes against
women. In the name of all the Amazons, I
will end you.”
Blix felt two things jerk. The Glock in
his hand, and the cock in his pants.
Bullets from a dozen goblins hammered into the Amazon, but although they
had sufficed to kill the humans who could not hope to be fast enough to hit the
goblins in return, the Amazon simply stood there and swatted the bullets aside
with her bracers as if to demonstrate her superiority, her immunity to their
attacks before making her own.
Striding forward, she proved to be able to bat bullets aside as she closed and shattered
skulls with hands and feet as she met the goblins with the skill of one of the
ancient Amazons, but the strength of Hercules.
Blix was a goblin, not a berserker. He
and the roof goblins bolted for the door as the goblins on the ground got destroyed
by the mightiest Amazon any goblin had ever known. When she turned to face him, Blix reloaded
and pointed his pistol at the naked policewoman.
In a flash, the
Amazon moved to protect the vulnerable fucked out human, and Blix fired as he
fled, spending bullets to buy time to make it to the roof door and escape. She was not going to kill him, not until he
fucked her. Oh
how he wanted to fuck her. Never had his
cock wanted anything so much as this Wonder Woman.
A goddess, a true goddess given the pride of all women. To break her, to fuck her into submission
would be to subdue and degrade every woman, to have her begging for his cock
would be to have a goddess on her knees before the lowest of goblins!
That it was impossible mattered not. A
goblin who didn’t think with his cock was no goblin at all. Death was inevitable, but pussy belonged to
the bold alone. Blix was bold. Wonder Woman would be his.
Running through the city, Blix looked for someplace green enough he could use
his goblin magic to make a door home. There was a green space, a field called
“Splatter Blaster Paintball”, and Blix lead his goblins to it. Among the green of life, Goblin magic could
cover their tracks even from an Amazon.
As he ran, he felt the slap and splatter of something on his hide. A fat boy under a blanket net with fake
leaves had hit him with a dozen shots from something like a gun. A short fat tube like a rifle, with a huge bottle
on the back, and smaller bottle below.
Two of his goblins grabbed the boy, and one broke the gun in half in anger but Blix stopped them before they could gut the
human. They caught a second boy in
hiding, also with another of these odd, slow guns. Both boys were held to the ground, ready to
be gutted.
Blix looked at the paint on his body, spattered like cum from a goblin’s cock,
and stuck a claw under the boys chin and turned his
face up to face Blix.
“What do you call these cum shooting things?”
Blix asked the boy.
“Paintball guns, sir.” The terrified
human said, peeing himself in fear.
“Where do I get these, paintball guns, little
human?” Blix asked. “Help me get them, and you will live.”
The human answered in a panic. “Amazon
sir. I order them on Amazon! You can get them delivered next day.”
Blix began laughing. Dragging the boy
into the building that was used as a hide on this “paintball” field, Blix just
had to laugh. He was going to use Amazon to get him the guns that would allow
him to use an Amazon, indeed, the Amazon.
Truly, the gods loved him!
………
Wonder Woman was not having a good week. It was one disaster after another. First she responded to an urgent call about
an out of control commuter train headed for a section
of elevated track that had mysteriously suffered one section of concrete
pillars simply collapsing. Flying at top
speed, Wonder Woman was able to get ahead of the train, to reach down and
manually force the brakes closed to begin to drag the train's speed down, then
get ahead of it and bring it gently to a stop.
Straining her every muscle to allow her to slow the train without doing
so fast enough to derail caused her to use her flight powers plus the
resistance of her boots upon the rails both in
controlled measure. She had to ignore
petty distractions.
Distraction like two goblins popping up and spraying her
back and legs with paintballs. When the
Princess of Themyscira turned to face them, the goblins were gone, and she had
to search for wounded among the passengers.
That night in the shower, she found her breasts were
unusually sensitive, and she found herself remembering her lost loves. Almost without thinking, she began to
masturbate and soon had a crushing orgasm, causing her to fall to the floor. Had it been that long, why was it so intense?
Responding to a call of police under fire, Wonder Woman
descended upon the scene to find a lone policewoman firing desperately into the
shadows as her vest took round after round of what looked like paintballs. Two male officers were down and screaming
from wounds to their legs that looked like claw marks.
Moving to block the policewoman with her body, Wonder
Woman picked her up and with a superhuman leap, carried her to the cover of the
next corner. The white goo all over the
weeping policewoman's front got all over Wonder Woman's arms and chest, soaking
slowly through fabric that would have resisted a sniper rifle. One more leap allowed her to extract the two
male officers and she quickly bound their wounds using their own shirts, making
sure they would not bleed out. Another
goblin attack, but their magic allowed them to blend in too easily, and they
dispersed in every direction. She had
driven them off, but not caught them.
She would have to hunt them as soon as she had time to spare.
Last night she dreamed of goblins. Dreamed of goblins capturing Amazons. Dreamed of all the terrible things they did
to humiliate the proud warrior women.
Dreamed of being raped by them, being ridden like a pack animal by them,
being trained like a performing animal by them.
She woke up wet, with her fingers inside herself. What was going on? Where were these dreams coming from? She lit incense and ritually purified her
quarters. Using the ancient ritual magic
of the Amazons, she warded her room.
Perhaps Circe or some other sorcerer was sending her disturbing dreams?
It didn't work.
The dreams returned every night.
It was like they were coming from inside her.
The bank robbery was unusually violent because it was
done with super powers. The attackers had powered armour,
and brought with them drones to carry the loot from the bank away. EMP weapons had disabled cameras and vehicles
on every approach so the police were unable to respond
effectively. Wonder Woman entered
through the window, pulling the roller shutters down and back through the
window so no one inside would be injured, and so all the glass would blast out
into the streets. She was concerned
about hostages inside the bank, not about surprise.
A hail of flechettes from a
magnetic accelerator mounted to one of the battle armoured troopers lanced out
faster than sound, but she deflected them away.
Years of experience and reflexes belonging on a goddess allowed her to
deflect each in such a way as to not bounce into one of the cowering hostages. Flashing out with the lasso of Hestia, she
grabbed one of the more distant thugs who was pointing his weapon at the
hostages and pulled him through the thug closest to her. She pulled too hard, The thug closest to her fell in an
unconscious heap, but the one she pulled had an obviously shattered limb bent
the wrong way. He was screaming
incoherently. The Amazon was having a
hard time fighting her arousal, denying the building sexual pressure was
leaving her on the edge of murder.
With a snarl, she closed on the other five
attackers. She didn't bother to
block. She revelled in the punishment of
the rounds impacting her chest and belly.
One flechette struck her nipple and she almost
came in her panties at the delicious pain.
For one second, she saw a grinning goblin face biting into her
nipple. A backhand, too hard! Put another battlesuited
figure into the wall, hopefully the wall was an interior wall of gyprock and
wood, not concrete, or he might not live.
Two more restrained punches shattered the power packs of the retreating
supervillains and put them down, still breathing, but trapped in dead armour.
Whirling with an instinct that had never failed her,
Wonder Woman brought up her bracers to block a hail of incoming fire. The rounds spattered over her bracers,
covering her face, and her heaving breasts in white goo. The goblins stood in the doorway. One of them cupped his crotch, whipped out
his engorged penis, almost a third his three foot
height and called out.
"Next time, you can get it from the source!"
Two other goblins threw hand grenades at hostages
scattered throughout the bank. Wonder
Woman aborted her charge at the goblins to save the citizens. With a flick of her arms
she whipped the lasso of truth to bounce the one grenade deep into the vault,
and she dove on the second, to cover its blast with her body. Both failed to detonate. They were props. Wonder Woman cursed. That damned goblin had beaten her again!
The thought of the goblins beating her lit a fire in the
Defender of All Women and she dug her fingers into the ground so hard she tore
into the hardwood floor to the concrete beneath. It was the only way to keep her fingers from
her sex. The paintballs were filled with
goblin cum! She had been exposed how
many times? So had the two policewomen
she had rescued. What happened to
them? Were the legends true about its
ability to break women's wills, to turn them into mindless fuck meat for the goblins
to use, breeders of the next generation of predators to all races of women?
She had her magic lasso, surely she could fix any mental compulsion? She would
find the policewomen and fix them. Right
after she fixed herself.
Returning to her home, for once not waiting for police
and ambulance to care for the wounded, she stripped and showered. Taking the lasso of truth into the shower to
wash off the goblin cum that crusted her.
She bound herself in the lasso and scrubbed the goblin cum off.
"I will not bow to any man. I am the Defender of All Women. I am Wonder Woman. I don't want any hard throbbing green goblin
cock to suck deep in my throat, to choke me, to make me gag, to cum in my
mouth, down my throat, over my tits."
Unnoticed, she had
dropped the lasso of truth as her fingers worked her own breasts
feverishly. Dropping her fingers into
her own sex, not lightly caressing and stroking in her
usual way, she drove her fingers into a pussy already open and wet.
"I don't need goblin cock raping my pussy, filling
my womb with their vile SEEEEEEEEEEEED!"
Wonder woman cried as she fell to the floor, face down, ass up, fingers
inside her pussy as she dreamed of hard potent goblin cocks planting their seed
deep in her Amazon womb, breeding her.
Reaching out to the Lasso of Hestia, the Lasso of Truth,
she wrapped it around her wrist and tried to command herself, tried to speak
what she thought was the truth, what she needed to be the truth.
"I don't need any goblin cock. I don't need their cum in all my holes.
I don't need them to bind and punish me." She tried to say each of the things she
needed to be true, but the Lasso of Hestia bound the user to speak the
truth. She could use it to compel
others, but she had to speak the compulsion.
While she held the lasso, the one thing she could not do was lie. She could free any other woman from the
compulsions already inside her, but she could not free herself. Her body was already changing, her nipples
already leaking milk to feed the goblin babies her womb was prepping itself
for. As long as
the goblins existed, this compulsion would grow. She had to find and free the
two policewomen the goblins already spattered with their
cum filled paintballs, then she needed to kill the goblins. Not capture, not imprison. Kill. Only then would she be free.
Fingers working in her sex frantically, she wept as she
came a second time to the vision of herself being raped by goblins in every
hole at once. Her cum shot out like the
spray from her shower head, while her tears streamed in silent, soul wrenching
agony to be lost in her showers spray.
She had to end it, while she still wanted to end it!