"Nnnh."
"Husband awake?"
"Prima? Is that you?"
"Yes. Husband sleep too long. Miss chance eat fire meat."
"I did?"
"Lily come, ask for fire meat. Prima give Lily."
"Oh, that's fine then. At least it didn't go to waste."
"Today Husband go outside for sun. Tie Husband hands and feet with rope."
"Right. Okay."
"Husband not angry?"
"Why would I be? I told you I'm not stupid. I have no idea where I am, so even if I tried to run away it would only be a matter of time before you caught me again. I also have no clothes to wear, no weapons with which to protect myself, and no supplies to rely on for survival. Even if I did somehow escape, what else is outside ready to kill me? At least I know I'm safe here. My room is big, and if I wake up early enough, I get to eat meat."
"Prima not have fire meat right now. Give Husband other meat for mouth."
She grinned at me while tugging her loincloth off.
"Clean fuckhole at stream."
"You cleaned up for me?"
"Maybe listen what say. Husband do mouth thing with Prima?"
"Absolutely!"
Prima, who had been laying next to me, rolled onto my body and sat on my face as I directed her to do. My breakfast in lieu of fire meat was instead a nice bit of green wifely goblin cunt accentuated with a tiny bit of dirt I could feel on her butt from having been sitting down on the floor next to me, and a single piece of straw which had somehow been wedged into her thigh crease as an aperitif.
It could have been way worse, so I wasn't about to complain. My body felt a bit sore at the moment around the ribcage area, like I'd been kicked a few times, but Prima was here when I woke up, so I doubt she would have let any other goblin who showed up in my room commit any act of violence towards me. Maybe I was just sore from overdoing it last night with Berry?
Berry didn't seem the type to be violent either, and I'm surprised she wasn't here when I woke up. Maybe Prima dragged her back to her room like with Jewel? Fuck it, I don't care. Time to take care of my first wife's needs. Needs I have purposely created, of course. Can't forget my own complicity in this long con I'm working on.
"GWOH! Husband tongue feel better than rub fuckhole." Prima said as she got into it and began moving her hips back and forth over my mouth while my tongue flicked at every part of her snatch it could reach, playfully. It took a bit of effort in finding the right rhythm, but eventually I had and managed to make my caring goblin wife orgasm without even using my seed-stick to do it.
"So, what did you think?"
"Rather get Husband seed-stick, become stupid-think. But… lick not bad."
I was a bit sad to find she wasn't entirely receptive to my cunnilingus, but I'm more than happy to give her a good dicking down whenever she wants. It's a Husband's duty to keep his wife satisfied in bed. Especially if he expects her to have breakfast waiting for him when he wakes up. Sadly, the opportunity to pin her down didn't avail itself.
Prima had gotten up and told me to stay. She would be back in a little bit with rope to tie my hands and feet. I took the chance to use the last of the water in the waterskin by taking a healthy sip of it and dousing my crotch with the rest. My dick was clean for the most part, but a little bit of blood and cum still caked my pubes. I'd kill for a dip in a stream or a bathtub. I'm sure I smell ripe by now, even to these goblins, and this cavern has to smell like nothing but sex to anyone with half of a functional nose. I noticed the straw bed had a nice patch of blood on it again, probably from last night with Berry, so I separated out the bloody bits carefully and moved them over to the trash-hole I had dug in a corner of the room in my spare time.
There. My bed's made for today!
Prima returned in short order as she said she would and I immediately stood still with my legs a small distance apart and my wrists together. She tied up my feet with just enough room to take a decent sized step, but gave me a bit more freedom with my hands, which I was appreciative of. She also brought a spear with her this time, which she probably had to carry with her just in case I tried something. I couldn't fault her for that, since I guess I'm a high commodity item, being male and all.
The rope that tied my hands had a lead on it and Prima held onto it as I journeyed in the opposite direction of the shit-pit to which I was allowed while in the goblin's cavern. It took a few minutes of traveling at my reduced walking speed, but light began to pour in eventually as I got closer to the entrance of the goblin's cavern, and it allowed me to see some of the other goblins whom I had yet to fuck along the way.
I tried greeting them, but they just looked at me as I passed by.
When I emerged out of the entrance and into the world under the sun and sky once more, I took a deep breath of fresh air as my first act of quasi-freedom. Sitting down near the entrance was one goblin, with a poorly maintained and slightly rusted axe resting to the side of her. Was she a guard goblin or something?
Also, right outside of the cave entrance about twenty feet from the entrance was a recessed pit that looked like it was used to cook things. Was this where my fire meat came from in the morning? I thought goblins didn't eat cooked meat? There was still warmth coming from it and I wasn't exactly standing on top of it, so maybe it served another purpose?
I took a moment and stretched my hands upwards. I usually didn't hold the sun in the highest regard, but right now it was a welcome sight and feeling for me.
"Do I need to do anything out here, or am I free to relax and absorb some of the sun's rays?"
"Prima not care what Husband do with sun. When sun move from there… there," I followed her pointing a length of distance into the sky "then Husband go back to cave-hole. Husband move around, but no move past five steps from trees."
"...or else?"
Prima nodded affirmatively at my guess. Welcome to the prison yard then, it seems.
Looking around the entrance, aside from a small clearing about the size of the inner part of a baseball field, there were only tall trees as far as the eye could see, one of them looking like it was used for target practice with all the holes in it. The cave itself looked less like a cave and more like something dug straight into a huge hill from the outside.
Basically, I had the entryway to hang out in like a dugout, and up to the outfield to move around to, allowing for a baseball metaphor to better describe what the area looked like.
I was fine with that much.
There was a nice patch of clean looking grass near to the fire pit that I couldn't help but want to lie down in, so I decided to keep to my promise in maintaining an exercise routine, and do a little workout while I had fresh air available to me. My routine was based around the one performed by the strongest caped baldy; 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats. I don't think I can do the 100 kilometer jog with my legs tied so I'd just jog in place until I felt tired.
While I was doing push-ups to start and feeling the burn around number forty two, the goblin with the axe who was lazing about by the entrance had walked over to where I was and squatted down, staring at me for a while before speaking to me.
"What Husband do?"
"Exercising." I said with a heavy breath between push ups. "Keeping my body healthy. My big seed will remain strong if I do this regularly."
"What exercising?"
"What you are seeing now is called push-ups. It helps make my arms strong so I can lift heavy things."
"Husband need lift heavy thing?"
"Not at the moment."
I had reached fifty push-ups and decided to stop there since my arms were throbbing. It would be a slow crawl to one hundred, I realized. I was really just starting out in my journey to muscle in this world.