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   First - an introduction from the author...  I have been writing erotic
stories for several years, and in addition, I have compiled other true
stories from both personal acquaintances, and also pen pals.  The true
stories are obvious, and the fiction is my own work.  I have not shied away
from any theme, so, the bottom line is If you are over 18, and are not
likely to be offended by some of the content, then read on, otherwise leave
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Theme: Fiction

   The Goblins by Veronica Kerr.

   Rosalea was bored.  On holiday from work at the library (her first job),
and nothing to do.  Her mother had gone to afternoon bingo (as usual), her
best friend Josephine was away on a sightseeing tour with her parents, and
all her other so-called friends had better things to than spend time with
the ex school swot.  The day was beautiful, hot, the birds were singing
happily in the trees, in fact, everyone and everything was rosy - except
her - (no pun intended).

   She watched the swifts circling and screaming high above her.  She loved
all nature, and that's when she decided to just head for the woods and
spend the day just peacfully enjoying the natural world around her.  She
was, until she left school a year ago at 15, the school swot, and also, a
bit of a dreamer.  When the other girls were out at breaktimes playing
hocky, tennis, or mostly - chatting up the boys, she would be stuck in a
book.  Her favourite books, apart from nature, were fairy stories.

   She believed in fairies wholeheartedly, and everything associated with
them.  She'd never been fortunate enough to see one of course, though
constantly lived in hope.  All her friends, having grown up, and, like her,
left school, had grown out of the belief, unlike her.  They always
ridiculed her should she forget herself and mention them.  Today, she
thought to herself, was the perfect kind of day, so maybe!

   She ambled dreamily through the golden meadow, watching the
multi-coloured butterflies drifting on the light breeze from flower to
flower, until she reached the first trees on the edge of the woods.  She
sat down on the grass in the shade of a tree, and leaned back against it to
take in all the sights and sounds around her.  After a while she decided to
explore the woods, so, getting up, she wandered along the well worn pathway
leading into the woods.  As she got further in, the path split into two,
the one to the left seeming to be the most little used, so she decided to
follow this one.  Continuing along it for a little way, it began to get
increasingly dense and overgrown, and at first she thought about turning
back to go to the other one.  The woods were very dark and forbidding with
just the faintest light getting through from the canopy high above her.

   She decided to press on with her original route, pushing her way through
the dense undergrowth, until, just as she was almost on the verge of giving
up, through the dense trees and undergrowth, she could see a glimmer of
light.  Pushing her way through, she came upon a small grassy clearing, in
the middle of which stood a circle of spotted toadstools, with a much
larger one in the centre.  Could this be a real fairy ring, she wondered.
She walked over to get a closer look at the toadstools, then turned to look
all around the clearing.  Looking back the way she'd come, everything
looked the same, and she could no longer distinguish the way she'd entered
the clearing.  She knew without a doubt, that this was unexplored
territory. The trees surrounding the clearing were abound with dog roses,
and all over the clearing around the toadstool circle were an abundance of
pretty wild flowers.  Walking back to the trees, she sat down against one
of them in the shade, and idly watched a pair of bees buzzing among a
cluster of dog rose flowers.

   Suddenly she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of what she
at first thought was a large butterfly.  As she turned her head to look at
it, she realised it was no butterfly, but something much larger, though it
seemed to move very much like one.  It fluttered closer to her, and
shocked, she realised her dream had come true - it was a real fairy.  It
hadn't seen her so she kept very still in case she startled it and it flew
away.  It was completely naked, obviously female, (well, she had always
assumed fairies were female in any case).  She was almost too perfect and
beautiful, just as Rosalea had always imagined them to be in fact.

   She was totally oblivious to Rosalea's presence, and suddenly, as she
watched, out from beneath a low bush a few feet away, flew another, but
this one was quite obviously male, and slightly larger.  Rosalea was
shocked - a boy fairy?  Of course it had never even occurred to her to
wonder how fairies continued to exist, she had just assumed they were
always there.  Of course, she thought, there must be both sexes or there
just wouldn't be any fairies, would there?  In every picture she had ever
seen though, they were always female.

   As she watched them, the boy flew closer and closer, until the girl
suddenly looked around and saw him.  She tried to fly away, but he circled
her until she spotted her chance and flew off - straight towards Rosalea.
He quickly followed, and just before she reached her, he caught up and
began circling her again, but this time spiraling in ever decreasing
circles towards her, allowing her no chance of escape this time.  Rosalea
sat very still in the shadows, hoping she wouldn't be seen, As he reached
her, they were really close to Rosalea now, so she could see the expression
of despair on the girls face.

   Was she really afraid?  thought Rosalea, or is this all a mating ritual?
She didn't know.  If it was their mating ritual, then she should just sit
quietly and watch, and hope that she wasn't seen to be spying on them.  On
the other hand, if the poor girl was about to be unwillingly taken, then
Rosalea felt she should step in and stop it.  What was she to do?  She
decided that it was none of her business anyway, and she was about to
observe something unbelievable, so she sat in silence, hardly daring to
breathe, and just prayed that they didn't see her.

   The boy closed in on her, and, grabbing her by the wrist, and led her
into the fairy ring, where he pulled her down onto the grass.  He began to
kiss her all around her ears and neck, his hands wandering over her
breasts. They were quite close to Rosalea and as the boy began to touch her
nipples, she could faintly hear her gasp, and lay her head on the boys
shoulder, quite obviously now enjoying his bold attentions.  Rosalea
wondered how they could possibly have sex - assuming they were about to
that is - their wings would surely get in the way as they lay down.

   However, as she watched, the girl climbed onto the large centre
toadstool on her hands and knees, folding her wings forward, as the boy
mounted her from behind.  Rosalea watched, fascinated, and after a few
moments the girl began to cry out in obvious orgasm, the boy, gripping her
by the hips, thrusting hard into her.  It was all over in a matter of
minutes, but was so erotic that Rosalea began to feel an urgency rising
between her legs, and it was all she could do to refrain from touching
herself as she watched.  She was no voyeur by any means, but even taking
into account the fact that they were fairies, she couldn't help the arousal
she was now feeling.

   Just then she felt a tickle in her nose, the hay fever which sometimes
afflicted her, choosing this most inappropriate moment to rear its ugly
head.  She couldn't hold back the sneeze, and as she sneezed both fairies
looked across at her with shock on their faces, swiftly followed by anger
as they realized that she'd been there all along.  They rose in the air,
with shrill squeals that echoed across the clearing, and flew toward her.
As they approached her, many more appeared from the woods and joined them,
until she was surrounded by dozens of them.  She stood up to try to run,
but several blocked her retreat into the wood.  She cried,

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to watch you, I was just sitting enjoying the
beautiful day

   when you suddenly appeared and I couldn't get away"

   The boy fairy replied,

   "And you're not getting away now.  It is forbidden for humans to see
fairies at all,

   let alone what you've just seen, I think we are going to have to let the
goblins

   decide your fate"

   The girl then said,

   "We can't leave her to them, they have no morals at all and when they
have done

   with her she may no longer be capable of re-joining her world"

   He replied,

   "She should have thought of that before she intruded into our forbidden
circle,

   Then the others all began circling Rosalea, chanting,

   "Goblins, goblins, goblins".

   Some of them began circling her head, until she began to feel
dis-orientated, and had to lean back against the tree.  She began to feel
as though she was floating, and then realised her feet were no longer on
the ground and she was moving away from the tree, the fairies surrounding
her seeming to be holding her in some kind of trance.  She was frightened
now, especially when she began to feel the air on her body, and her clothes
began fading to nothing until she was as naked as the fairies.  Then she
felt the ground under her feet again and the fairies began to disperse into
the woods, leaving her alone.  The girl fairy was last to leave, and as she
did she said,

   "There is no escape for you, it is out of my control and I have to leave
you to your fate.

   If you should survive your ordeal, then never - ever, return to this
place, or tell any other

   human what you've seen here today"

   With that, she followed the others into the darkness of the woods,
leaving Rosalea alone and shaking with fright.  She tried to move away from
the tree to get away from the clearing, and back to the pathway, but it was
as though she was in a dream, when you try to move but don't seem to be
able to get anywhere.  Then she realised that the urgency she had felt as
she watched the fairies, was returning, and stronger than before.  What had
they done to her mind before they left?  She felt the need to masturbate
now, but she was unable to even move to touch herself.  Was this to be her
punishment for intruding, intense frustration, or something worse?

   Then she felt something touching her knee, and looking down, saw a
little naked man.  Not a fairy this time, so she assumed this was a goblin.
His head came to just below her knee.  His nose was hooked, and he had the
most enormous pointed ears, and evil-looking red eyes.  He wasn't pleasant
looking in any sense of the word, but, horrified, she felt herself getting
more and more aroused as she watched him, and felt his fingers moving up
her legs.  She knew at once she'd been put under a spell by the fairies
before they left, quite obviously what they felt was a just punishment - to
be attracted by anything or anyone, however ugly they may be.

   He began to feel around her knees and thighs, and as he did, others
began to emerge from within the darkness of the woods.  She thought at
first she might be safe from her worst fears, as they were all shorter than
her knee, but then one of them stood in front of her and began to wave his
arms in a circular motion.  In horror, she felt herself begin to float
again, but this time turning onto her back horizonally, and lowering to the
ground.  He waved his arms outward, and she felt her arms and legs moving
against her will until she was completely spreadeagled.

   They all moved in and began to feel and molest her everywhere at once,
and she knew that, whether she wanted to or not, she was going to cum.  Oh
god no, she thought, I can't allow a group of ugly creatures get me off,
must fight it.  Then it hit her like a tornado, almost as though she'd
never cum before, shaking her body, her eyes rolling, it was so intense. 
As she regained her composure, she realised that they weren't going to
stop, and watched in horror as one moved between her legs, his cock huge in
comparison to his body - a good ten inches, maybe more.

   He knelt between her legs and she felt it pushing against her entrance,
and then beginning to move inside her.  It hurt her a little, and felt
enormous, and she was afraid it would split her open, but just as she
thought she couldn't take any more, she could feel his balls against her
bum, and breathed a sigh of relief to know he was all the way in.  He
started to move in and out, faster and faster, like a machine, until
suddenly she erupted into another orgasm, and as she did, she felt the
goblin cumming inside her too.  He lay still on top of her for a minute and
then she felt his cock shrink and slip back out of her.

   She hadn't even got her breath back when another took his place. 
Horrified, she realised that they all intended to have her, and there must
have been at least a dozen of them.  As they took their turns, one after
another without a break, she lost count of the number of times she came. 
As the last one finished, she was almost unconscious, sore, and just wanted
to sleep, but then they shook her awake, and turned her onto her hands and
knees.

   "Oh my god, no more - please"

   she cried, but then total horror took her mind as she saw a huge wolf
enter the clearing and come towards her, it's eyes, like the goblins,
glowing red and evil.

   "Did you think you were going to get off that lightly?"

   said one of the goblins,

   "If you are still conscious when Thor has finished with you, then you
may make your way

   back to where you came into the wood, and there you will find your
clothing"

   The wolf wasted no time moving behind her and mounting her, thrusting
his huge cock into her soaking pussy.  She could feel all the cum from the
goblins running out of her and down her legs.  The wolf began to thrust
into her, hard and fast until she in horror and disgust with herself,
started to cum again and again.  She thought to herself - I must be some
kind of pervert letting a wolf make me cum.  Then, horrified, she felt the
wolf's cock swell and pump his seed into her, and she began to cry.  The
wolf said,

   "It's no use crying.  Next time you feel like a litte voyeurism - stick
to your own kind,

   and never venture into our domain again.

   With that he sloped off among the trees and disappeared, leaving her to
compose herself, and find her way back to the path and collect her clothes.
How could she ever face anyone again, because even though no-one would know
what had happened, she'd never be able to forget it.  It wasn't even her
fault what she'd seen.  All she had wanted was a peaceful afternoon
enjoying nature, and instead she'd been fucked stupid by the most ugly
creatures you could imagine, and then by a wolf.

   The worst bit was, part of her had actually enjoyed it, though she was
ashamed to admit it.  Sex with boys would never be the same again, and she
wondered if she'd be satisfied with just them, or would she let her
fantasies rule her head, and take another foray into the woods?

   End.