The Galka's Tail

	The galka's mouth hung open, dry and his breath ragged. Sweat rolled down his light grey, smooth skin. The leather straps  around his shoulders and upper chest, worn commonly by his kin, were hot and wet and he could feel them sliding against his flesh everytime his body moved. Occasionally a hoarse groan would slip free of his lungs, deep and loud enough for anyone around to hear, not by choice but simply due to his size and the capacity his lungs could carry.

He was was suspended up off the ground, a large strap of leather carrying both ends. His legs held up off the ground, which was no difficult task considering his people had such massive upper bodies it was only natural the trade off would be somewhat a unproportional leg size. His body was strong, muscular like any galka's and he was proud of his strength and also ashamed at his lack of strength as his massive arms were so easily tied up against his sides. It would be nigh impossible to restrain a galka's arms behind their back without the binds being broken easily. So they were crudely held at his sides with the very leather used to hold him up, using his own weight to restrict his movements.

He wished it was just sweat dripping from his chin as he let out another soft groan, his body jerking forward a little bit as a pair of hands settled on his hindquarters. He wouldn't be able to see who was mounting him, the blinders on either side of his head saw to that. He could feel it as his slit opened to accept the male's length inside him, the familiar shape and sizes and he realized it was another goblin mounting him. They were never very long but usually had girth and the taste took a little getting used to but it was their ravenous appetite that made it so hard to adjust to for the first month of his captivity. His massive, powerful frame would jerk in the air helplessly as his hips would slap into the goblin's thighs. A wet pumping noise would be the only thing to accompany the pair's soft grunts and moans as the goblin's throbbing red meat slipped in and out of the helpless prisoner.

The galka had long since grown accustomed to the abuse, he even slowly learned to enjoy the pain and the pleasure of being the beastmen's cow. Even as he felt one of the goblin's small, sharp knives sink into his flesh and the small male's seed pump between his legs, deep inside of him he moaned. He gritted his teeth as the knife sank a few inches into his strong, muscled hide, not hitting anything his caretaker couldn't heal. 

As the goblin pulled out and he felt something wet and thick dripping from between his soft lips onto the floor he knew it wasn't just the goblin's seed spilling from him. He was, however thankful to Altana for his race's lack of reproductive organs and would never have to worry about becoming pregnant. And yet, he cursed Altana for gifting his race with a rather feminine looking slit for urination, while also maintaining a tailhole for waste. The only reason nobody thought anything of galkans wearing such revealing "clothes" was simply because they had no sexual organs to cover up. It was merely a "traditional" thing the other races did and the galkan did not want to feel like they were any less of a person due to how Altana made them. The galka tried to think on other things as his slit was dripping of another male's seed, how he got himself into this, why he can't remember anything from before... He still remembers so vividly how he got here however...

His party was training in the Valkurm Dunes one day when their leader figured out if they camped further into the dessert they can find stronger monsters. While their party was strong enough to take on one goblin at a time, they were no match for the ambush of five or six goblins that were waiting for them near the tunnel to the "Secret Beach" as it was called. He still remembers seeing each of his friends die or flee the scene before a black mage knocked him out with a sleeping spell. He awoke here, apparently captured and sold to a goblin who made his profit off selling the bodies of his prisoners to beastmen soldiers. All he knew aside from that was that he was deep underground somewhere. He tried to keep track of the time and resist whenever possible, always making a fuss and squirming in his bonds, kicking at his clients. His caretaker was a goblin white mage, who fed and would heal him after a particularly rough customer. When they try to break you, all your customers are rough, he remembers his caretaker advising him.

Eventually he lost track of time and when that happens funny things start to happen in your mind. You start to lose track of yourself: why you're resisting, why you're making it so hard on yourself. The galka who long ago forgot his name and the faces of his friends and comrades had lost his will to resist. He found it got much easier once he stopped struggling and hurting his Master's clients though. Fed twice a day, healed regularly and since he was so cooperative the Master could even sell him to the more gentler customers...

His thoughts came back to the present though as something that felt as massive as a mahogony log at his wet slit, his dry mouth hung open as a groan was pressed from his very lungs. Knowing instantly he was being mounted by a gigas. He would never be able to adjust to one of these male's size, knowing instantly he would be out of commission for the rest of the day after this. The large giant's hands closing around his entire midsection as he was pulled firmly back against the male's lap. A lewd squishing noise could be heard as the galka felt like his organs were being rearranged and he even went crosseyed for a moment. This wasn't the first giant that bred him, he was a large galka and was one of the few prisoners capable of surviving a session with one of these monsters. He still let out a hoarse, loud groan though as he could smell feel the blood from his knife wound from earlier running down one of his rump cheecks.

He shuddered as his hips finally connected with the other male's and looked down so he could see his belly distending lewdly with the outline of the male's cock and even the giant's massive, sweaty balls as they ground up against his smooth skin. He looked away as the male pulled out and then thrust back in, setting up a firm rythm, the giant's massive cock simply forcing it's way past any resistances the galka's smaller body offered. The slit between his legs stretched rediculously around the invading member as slowly but surely the galka adjusted and his loud groans got quieter and the wet pumping noise grew faster and faster. The giant's snorting and grunting growing more frequent before he let out a loud moan and thrust one last time into the galka, emptying his balls into the small adventurer. The giant slumped over for a bit before pulling out with a wet slurp and the giant's seed splashed out of the galka's rediculously stretched slit.

The galka listened as the giant left, each foot landing on the ground making a thud and shaking the room a little. He waited for his caretaker to come in as small stars began to cloud his vision, knowing he'd be healed, fed and allowed to sleep for today for that one. Instead he pauses as a familiar goblin strides into his view ahead of him, it was his Master. The goblin signalled to someone behind him to wait and he figured it must have been his caretaker. He smiled up at the goblin, it wasn't sincere but it didn't have to be, he knew if he didn't smile he wouldn't be fed. Even for a goblin the Master's length wasn't all that impressive to the galka, but he kept smiling and looking up as his Master smiled back, pulling out his small cock.

The goblin let out a sigh and began to urinate on the smiling galka's face who merely responded by closing his eyes. If he flinched he wouldn't be fed after all, he could feel the warm liquid running down his face and into his dark hair and beard. Shuddering a little at the foul scent and they both knew he'd taste it as he ate tonight. When his Master finally stopped, it was running down his neck and dripping off his muscled chest. He opened his eyes and continued smiling as his Master finally spoke up after putting his member away, "You did good today, Moaning Bitch. That giant hates it when his mates die after a good time. You get the rest of the day off." he stated and patted the galka on the head. 

Moaning Bitch was the new name the goblin gave him after he stopped resisting, they didn't bother naming others apparently because they don't last long if they don't learn to enjoy it. Moaning Bitch was far too gone to care for such a humiliating name and accepted any kindness offered at the time. The Master left and his caretaker began to go to work on the galka. Moaning Bitch let out a content sigh as he felt the magics working on him and the feed bag was strapping to his head and he began to lazily munch down the food offered. He never knew what he was eating just that it didn't taste too bad and he was starving. His body was lowered a little so he could drink from his bowl after he was fed, feet still kept safely from the ground. 

Moaning Bitch wondered what he would do if he ever actually managed to escape at this point. These thoughts helped him fall asleep even as his body finished healing and he was left alone in his stall. Dreams of what it would be like to be free again floating in his head, comforting him for one more timeless night as he sighed contently and fell asleep.