"You like that, you like the way Grelda torments you, don’t you little Firelight?" the green-eyed she goblin hissed. "Getting all wet inside aren’t you?" Grelda added as she dropped the washcloth and began moving a clawed finger towards Firelight’s most sensitive region.

Firelight desperately tried to move away from the goblin’s touch, but the spikes she was tied to were slammed well into the cold stone floor and would not give at all. The most poor Firelight could do was plead behind her gag and arch her pelvis toward the ceiling.

"Giving me a better view now isn’t that sweet of you. Better be careful though," Grelda added, "move too much and I might accidentally cut something."

With this warning, Firelight held herself very still as the goblin slowly pushed her clawed and knotty middle finger as deep ...

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