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Mordenkainen's Magical Machine

No, Ciara was not the most canny of elves. Often chastised for her naivete and innocence, her parents had been sorely nettled by her intention to attend Mordenkainen University, but they could not deny the opportunity it presented, especially in light of the surprise scholarship offered to the elven maiden. The sienna-haired elf maiden had been nearly weighted down with the number of amulets, trinkets, potions, remedies, totems, fetishes, and good-luck charms given to her by her parents for safe-keeping. The majority of which she had pawned or given away, not out of any sense of malice, but simply because they were too numerous to even fit in the small dorm she shared with another girl.

But Ciara wasn't worried, no she'd been excited to leave her homeland, to get away from the Loches and moors, the peatbogs and dark twilight forests of her homeland. Whenever she felt homesick she could just visit one of the many standing stones or faerie rings that were on campus, and despite her parents worry she never felt in too much danger. Despite the orc, goblinoid or beastkind classmates she had, the school kept a decent discipline so long as one kept their wits about them.

Still, she had been at school for several months now and hadn't yet taken advantage of the social life! Too occupied with settling into campus life and meeting her new schoolwork requirements to even so much as attend one of the dorm mixers. Her high-elf roommate was not much help either. The impossibly tall, sun-haired elf looked down on the short, freckled fae-elf. Although she attended a different party or mixer every single night she refused to share that information with her roommate.

It was nearly the end of her first quarter and she'd not so much as gone on a date! And just her luck that the social scene seemed to dry up, evaporating overnight in light of midterms like the shining dew on a rare cloudless day in her homeland. Nothing hosted by the orc fraternity, no garden parties by the halflings, the pop-up taverns and dwarf-carts had been shuttered...her parents would've been apoplectic to know she even -considered- her roommate's callous dismissal of an invite to a house-party that the goblin engineering fraternity was throwing but...Ciara had to do -something- or she'd go mad!

So dressed in a short, knee-length robin's egg blue dress, trimmed and collared in gold cloth, and with a thick corset belt, armed with a small satchel filled only with water (which she knew as the greatest hangover preventative) and a campus map she made her way to the party.

The Goblin Fraternity house was...not what she expected. Of course Goblin homes in her native land were really little more than warrens. Caves scrambled out of hills or dug into rock, sometimes reclaimed mines. Sometimes with a wooden overhang or a few slapboard shacks out front for interaction with other races...traders and the like. This was...something else entirely.

The building resembled in almost every way the Dwarven Engineering Fraternity house. From the massive telescope on one corner of the roof, to the lightning rod that no doubt powered the interior...to the garden out back. However, unlike the Dwarven frat house, the Goblin home seemed to be built out of scrap. Not a single building piece or material seemed to be used for it's intended purpose. She recognized heavy furnace doors, wrought-iron gate slabs, "liberated" breastplates, shovel heads, even the big metal prow of a ship or two! She could hear her parent's furtive pleadings in her ears as she even -considered- entering... but she took a deep breath, and lifting the hand that was carrying the ceramic bottle of mead (she'd always heard it was rude to attend a party empty-handed) she rapped twice on the heavy wooden door that looked suspiciously like it had been a tavern table at one point.

She'd not expected it to be answered so promptly though! The second knock of her delicate knuckles on the rough wood had barely started to echo before it was flung open by...well...what else could've she been expecting other than a goblin?

Squat, the green skinned humanoid barely rose up to the bottom of her smallish breasts. Not a scrap of hair grew on the bumpy, warty green skull that seemed...squished. Flattened somewhat. Both shorter and wider than an elves, much less a humans, two long, spearhead shaped ears jutted rather low from his skull, and eyes the color of pale yellow beer peered up at her. "I'm....here for the party?" the fae muttered sheepishly, lifting the ceramic bottle.

The goblin's expression changed in an instant! Beaming (Though the yellow pointed teeth weren't incredibly reassuring) he swept the door open, motioning wide for Ciara to come inside. Already having sucked in her stomach and screwed up her courage, she didn't wait for more of an invitation before crossing the threshold and entering the raucous home, the heavy oak door slamming shut under it's own weight behind her.

Ciara instantly felt...uncomfortable to say the least. The house was full of goblins. No, literally -full- of goblins. The green-skinned horde had to squish and shift to allow the door to swing on it's big hinges and allow the elven maid entry, flowing like water. Ciara found herself pressed in between green flesh as the group of goblins again expanded to fill the space, wall to wall. And...not to be racist, trying to keep in mind her inexperience around the green-skinned kind but...they all looked the same! Ciara wasn't sure she could even recognize the bald-headed, long-eared, knobbly, warty greenskins that made even her feel tall, as different beings from one another. For all she could tell they could all be relatives, siblings, littermates...clones for what she knew! Only the varied assortment of ragtag trousers, shirts, toolbelts, goggles, even jumpsuits that some of the gobbos wore, would let her tell one from another.

There was also the fact that she was the immediate center of attention. A nervous sort, Ciara had occasionally felt like all eyes on were on her, that everyone was staring at her. Now however that was -literally- the case, as every single pair of identical golden eyes focused on the elf, who nervously straightened the tight leather corset, and hem of her pale blue dress. The conversation began up again, eventually, greenskins turning back to face their previous conversation partners, albeit slowly, and with more than a few glances tossed over their shoulders.

"Don't mind them." Came a gravelly, raspy voice from a goblin to her left, surprising Ciara, causing her to let out an embarrassed squeak, before flushing a brilliant crimson and holding a hand to her lips.

"I'm so sorry I.."

"Don't worry about it." The squat goblin came up to about the bottom of Ciara's bosom, dressed in a red cap, a pair of short-trousers, and an odd buttonless shirt that had the fraternity's logo stenciled on it, a bafflingly complex mechanical diagram that was beyond her ability to interpret, even if it did seem almost runelike in it's intricacy.

"Grog?" The goblin offered her a wooden mug of the beverage that seemed to be ubiquitous at the party. Just about every third goblin in the room seemed to be carrying a mug of the stuff, and those who weren't definitely had the faint ruddiness to their complexion that indicated they'd already had more than a few. Well...it'd be rude not to...

Ciara nodded her thanks, taking the mug and immediately taking a big gulp, and almost just as quickly regretting it as her throat burned and a sudden rush went to the back of her head, burning at the base of her ears as the surprisingly strong and rough greenskin brew hit her, causing her to give a raspy cough.

"C...Ciara." She managed to get out at the tail end of her heated gasp.

"Grimlock." The goblin greeted her, reaching out an oddly long-fingered and knobbly-knuckled hand, tipped in grimy looking long nails. Ciara shook it politely.

"Nice to meet you Grimlock...so...what is there to do at this party?"

"Drink....talk..." the goblin chuckled with very little mirth, gesturing around to the assembled diminutive horde. "Everyone here's an engineering student, there's not really going to be any dancing or singing unless lightning strikes twice and someone -else- shows up for this shindig."

"Oh.." Ciara muttered disappointedly, taking another drink of the burning liquid which...wasn't so bad with the second gulp. This was not what her expectation of a "party" was...talking...drinking...with the exception of the environment this seemed as dull as an elven shindig. "You sure there isn't anything....?"

"Well.." the goblin apparently known as Grimlock (though someone could've switched places with him when she wasn't looking, she wouldn't be able to tell!) muttered, before grinning slowly, darkly, pointed yellowed teeth slowly exposed as his bruise-purple lips turned upwards in a sly smile. "There is always....the device..."

"The device?"

"Just a little project we've been working on...down in the basement...if you'd like to take a look." The goblin slowly, menacingly offered.

Ciara was in a room packed literally wall to wall with goblins, one of her people's ancestral enemies. The only female in attendance she noted too. No one knew where she was, invited by a goblin to go down to the basement, a goblin who could barely hide his lecherous intent behind those crafty yellow eyes.

"...Sure!" This was college after all, what time for this if not now?

"SHE SAID YES!" The goblin shouted to the room which had, Ciara only just noticed, had gone silent again as all eyes refocused on her. Silent, only to break out in a -roar- of shouts, hoots, and goblin cheers, a wall of noise as the floor went out from under her! Ciara shrieked, wriggling once in an effort to suddenly protest as she suddenly found herself grabbed, yanked, lifted off her feet by the seething mass, only to notice they were carrying her across the group's collective shoulders towards a door that, presumably led to the basement. Oh.

Her stomach lurched with concern, only at the slope. Carefully she was surfed down the goblin's collective hands and heads down the stairs, until she found herself in the basement. A smattering of the greenskins present, filling up the single staircase upwards, peering in through the open door to the point they were standing on one another, though the cold stone floor of the cellar was kept for the most part clear.

"Someone turn on a light!" and with a sizzle and crackle of electricity surprisingly enough! A light blinked on the ceiling, giving her a look at the room. It was cluttered...almost full although it all seemed to be one machine. A coal furnace on one wall, a steamer, a massive boiling tank, heavy wires, gauges, leather cables trimmed in brass crisscrossed the floor, and several instrument panels were set on one wall.

The centerpiece of the room however was...a chair. A chair of -some- sort Ciara understood, but not one she'd ever seen before. It looked vaguely...medical. Clinical. Heavy wrought-iron and grey-cushioned, there was a headrest, armrests, and a separate place of her feet. It looked like it was built to be able to recline, and was obviously connected to all the gadgetry in the room.

"Want to give it a try?" Grimlock...wait no it wasn't Grimlock, it was another one, this one dressed in the full engineer's outfit, overalls and all offered, trying not to seem...too over-eager, though with raised eyes Ciara noticed the sudden erect lump in his groin ruined any chance of that. She'd have to be a -fool- to randomly trust something like this.

"Sure!" she offered after a swallow, screwing up her courage, she hefted the hem of her dress, and -hopped- onto the chair, lifting her feet onto the little metal footrest, and placing her arms on the padded armrests.

The cheer that went up from the crowd now was deafening, making the other one pale in comparison as suddenly goblins snapped into action! A small platoon of the greenskins rushing to instrument panels, switches, dials, knobs, or wheels. A small group turned on the furnace with a sudden woosh! And a group gathered to quickly shovel as fast as their green paws could gather and check it in, not even bothering with the small shovel nearby!

"Alright, battle stations everyone! Furnace is boiling.." shouted Grimlock. No wait, it just looked like him but was wearing a different shade of trousers. Or maybe he was just in shadow?

"Aaaannnd....commence recline!!" he suddenly shouted, causing one goblin to yank -hard- on a lever, causing the odd chair to flatten out suddenly, dropping Ciara fully onto her back with a surprised "Ooof~"

"Initiate safety restraints!" A click of a mechanical knife-switch on the wall, and the chair rattled, heavy manacles suddenly snapping on the elf's wrists and ankles, as well as a heavy leather belt slipping around her waist, pinning her back down against the cushion. Ciara's eyes opened wide, mouth opening in a wide "O" of surprise but...couldn't exactly think of a single thing to say given the circumstances as she tried to turn her head, glancing around the room from her position.

"Let's let in a little more steam and...automatic positioning!" A gravelly voice snapped, and Ciara felt the chair split, the cushioned leg-rest opening into two halves, spreading her legs wide.

"Mechanically assisted de-robing go!" There was aa noisy like some angry, aquatic beast chomping down on something. Wet, and snapping and grinding as she suddenly felt her clothes grabbed from somewhere underneath her, tugged once, pulling against her skin, and then...-yank!- With a sudden swift force, and brief intense pressure on Ciara's skin she found herself instantly naked as her clothes ripped with a noisy tear, sucked away in an instant and leaving her completely bare aside from the cuffs and restraints.

Ciara was no slouch in the looks department. Short, but her skin was ivory pale, milky white except for the overabundance of freckles that adorned her cheeks, covering her shoulders and trailing down her arms, the reddish splotches present over every square inch of her body as well, from her small pale pink nippled breasts, to her soft thighs, with that moderately sized, fire-red bush between her legs...oh god why didn't she shave before this! Probably because she had no idea she'd be so exposed! Her legs forcibly yanked wide for every single one of the leering greenskins to see the pale pink flesh of her slightly parted lips.

It was now that words like "stop" and "don't" and "Filthy green skinned perverts" crossed the elf's mind, inclined to say...something about her predicament but those words fled her mind as swiftly as they entered, replaced by feelings like "aroused" and thoughts like "Well you do have to appreciate their mechanical know-how.." so distracted that she winced when the guttural, like rocks in a polishing-tumbler voice of another goblin came out, shouting very close to those sensitive pointed ears of hers.

"Initiate automatic erogenous arousal generator!" Ciara couldn't see who was responsible for that, but soon a high-pitched metallic whirring added itself to the orchestra of sounds in the room, as two ...no three large shapes moved, massive, quickly spinning blades like a circular saw in a lumbermill jerkily coming to life, lowering themselves from the ceiling in her direction!

No...not blades...Ciara choked off a scream that had started to bubble in her throat as the discs came into the light mostly given off by the roaring coal-furnace. Round.....brushes...she couldn't tell what exactly they were...looked like wool with some...rubbery looking nubs, carefully extending on arms as they approached her helpless and exposed body. "Kahrwaaghsh" was a word that entered her mind, but that word was utterly meaningless.

The thought soon left her head...almost all thoughts left her head actually when the whining, spinning discs lowered and finally met her ensnared body. She was half-horrified, half-amused to see her own body betraying her, her tiny pink nipples perked up, as if almost expectantly grasping towards the things. The spinning wheels finally touched down, brushing against her nipples, the soft and pliable things grinding down against her nipples, causing her to jerk and moan, instinctively thrusting her groin upwards (as much as she could trapped as she was) to meet the third wheel that spun, landing against her clit, teasing her mercilessly.

Ciara was only dimly aware of the dozens if not hundreds of hungry yellow goblin eyes watching her as she was trapped in tormentous teasing. Blushing furiously at her arousal...the sound of it more than anything as that whirling spinning twirly-gig wheel between her legs got positively soaked as her open cunt drooled....sounded like an ox-cart spinning in damp mud.

"Allow generator drift!" they were just sounds really, barely words where she was, but she felt the spinning wheels begin to drift somewhat..wobblily running down under her breasts now, over her shoulder bones, around her areola, down her slit and across her labia...oh gods...it tickled and teased and aroused and just a fairy-pube's width of being painfully sensational.

Ciara was trapped however. Not just in the multiple manacles that held both limb and trunk, but also trapped, juuuuust on this edge of climax as the wandering gizmos teased and taunted and tantalized her pale-skinned minute body, covering every single bare patch of her body in gooseflesh. She was aware that her mouth was open, tongue lolled out in pleasure as she -finally- managed to gather a deep enough breath to force a single intelligible, hoarse word out "More!" She shouted to the heavens...or at least the assembled ocean of green skin in the basement.

Her beleaguered plea didn't seem to throw them for an instant, as she heard again that same gravelly, authoritative voice. "You heard the subject, prep the penetration piston!" An order which was well received, bringing out a chorus of lecherous chants and cheers and reminding Ciara of just how on display she really was.

"Errr...Problem with that boss." That seemed to throw them. Although the quote "torment" didn't let up on the now sopping elf for an instant, that response did seem to throw the pack leader for a loop, hesitating at his control panel.

"What?"

"Errr....all we gots is this stallion model, left over from that other experiment.." and as if to emphasize this statement (or CYA) the goblin hoisted the "tool" which made Ciara blush harder, a feat she would've sworn was impossible. The elf-gal had seen "falsies" before...crudely made tools of self-gratification that vaguely resembled the real elven, or *gasp* human thing, but this was a far cry from those! Dappled pink and black and as big as her forearm, the slightly shiny mottled fake-flesh looked as close to the real thing as one could get without carefully peering down between an equine's legs. It even wobbled convincingly in the low-leveled monster's hands.

"We can't use that, it'll throw off the data! Not to mention it'll break her in half..."

"I-I don't care...do it!" The elf pleaded shamelessly, vaguely aware that she should be mortified for such a request but she didn't care. That space between her legs had never felt so...-empty- in her entire life!

"But..."

"DO IT!" She snapped and moaned, though her high-pitched and shrill request was cut off by a breathy gasp as she continued to writhe in her restraints.

"Alright...give the lady what she wants." This order earned another round of cheers as three goblins jumped into action between her legs. Some sort of....piston on a scissor-lift rising up from the floor, a metal post fitting the floppy-horse dildo that was expertly threaded onto it, tightened with a few twists and tugs of tools that Ciara couldn't see, and couldn't care less about before she heard the now familiar voice snap. "Initiate penetration piston!"

Ciara gave a short-lived breathe of relief at those words, and -almost- climaxed merely when she felt the warm, slightly rubbery...almost eerily realistic feel (er, she was only assuming!) of the flared ridge of the fake horse-cock pressed between her legs, as the manacles slowly creaked, spreading her legs slightly wider to accommodate the thing as it wedged against her smooth lower lips for a moment....before finally popping inside of her to the stunned goblin audience's intense arousal.

"OH GODS!" The elf cried out shrilly as the thing slowly worked its way into her. Feeling stretched...-looking- stretched as she saw the outline of the massive dildo inside of her as the thing worked into her needy sex, the scissor-style legs of the piston slowly stretched until she felt it. The flared ridge brushing against that place deep inside of her as she came, climaxing in a sudden rush that ripped a scream from her lungs, forcing her to thrash wildly in the (Thankfully well-padded) restraints and cushion).

Every part of her felt on fire as she came down (metaphorically) from that high, her exposed ivory skin too-hot and prickling as she felt that stretched sensation start to ease, when the dildo was slowly pulled from her dripping cunny with a little burst of steam (er...from the machine not her). Dozens of yellow eyed faces peering down at her intently, concerned, before one cleared it's throat, coughing like a bunch of pennies in a tin cup before. "Are...you okay?"

"....More."

"But I.."

"MORE!" and with a shrug the goblin shrugged, tossing the switch back and driving the horse-cock back into her, bringing out another scream as the thing began to piston, cycling in and out of her with a rapid, smooth frequency.

Ciara didn't think she could be anymore shocked at those point (or even cognizant of anything else happening) but she blinked while she panted as she saw something both bumpy, and slick in the corner of her vision. Carefully turning her head (she could hardly move after all) she saw one of the goblins standing near her, it's coverall-jumpsuit undone, and it's fat (seriously it seemed more....rotund than anything) cucumber sized (and actually almost spot on color-wise as well) knobbly green cock exposed to her, the bruise-purple head of the thing barely visibly through the thick collar of foreskin.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Not from her, but rather the ..."Foreman" or maybe "head scientist" she assumed at this point demanded. "This isn't scientific..."

"Sorry boss...." Though not sounding the least bit cowed.

"Get back in position right this instant."

"No! Do it!" the elf whimpered as her lower body was continually jolted by the pistoning dildo inside her. To emphasize her point she opened her mouth, lolling her pretty pink tongue out enticingly. There wasn't much else she could do in her ensnared position, but the goblin frat member was eager to make up the slack, placing a hand behind her reddish, dark brown hair he lifted himself, his green-skinned coinpurse dragging along the contraption as he stood tiptoe to guide himself to her open mouth, slipping his dick inside past her lips.

Ciara winced for just a moment at the taste. More...oily than she'd expected, though she should've foreseen, puffing her cheeks out as she suckled greedily, up to the goblin to hunch over her, and work his cock in and out of her wet mouth, though her tongue lashed the underside of the thing.

"Hey...Geroff" her "suitor" growled irritably as he was shoved shoulder to shoulder by other goblins, and blinking, Ciara found both manacled hands wrapped around two other goblin's unmentionables. "Hey boss, you started it." Snarled her two new apparent friends as they rutted themselves against her soft, smooth elven hands. Ciara dutifully closed her hands around them, squeezing what she could while sucking all the more hungrily...

It had been a.....taxing afternoon, and then early evening. Ciara had lost count of her own climaxes much less the position and particulars of the goblins who'd helped themselves to her exposed body. Jammed full as the room was, each goblin barely had enough time to shoot it's slick, black-tinged oily load across her delicate fingers, or down her gulping throat, or in one or two enterprising and acrobatic individual's cases, across her small bust, before being shoved out of the way to make room for another. There was no time for her to finish everyone off, much else a round of seconds before they had to call it quits. Apparently the machine as still a work in progress. Not meant for that much work as it had come clanking and hissing and steaming to a halt...eventually...and also with a thrown gear that had caused a nasty purple bruise on some poor goblin's head....she felt bad about that. And probably really should learn their names...

However the assembled fraternity had assured her that it was an -excellent- test of their new machine, and with a shower, another beer, and a loaner jumpsuit (her own clothes had somehow gotten...well...let's say messy in the fray. The goblins assured her that it was an excellent excuse to test out some of their new laundry innovations though) she felt right as rain. And with a promise to return (which was greeted with a chorus of cheers) she unsteadily headed home from the party.

"Now -this- is what college is all about." Ciara thought.