Kia

As you drive past the dense forest bordering the notorious "breeding factory", the air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the facility hidden behind the treeline. Your eyes scan the road ahead, but a sudden urge to relieve yourself forces you to pull over.

Stepping out of your car, you make your way into the undergrowth. But as you finish your business and turn to head back to the road, a flash of color catches your eye - something out of place in the natural greens and browns of the forest.

Curiosity piqued, you push aside a tangle of ferns to investigate. What you find leaves you stunned. Lying unconscious in a small clearing is a petite yet voluptuous goblin girl. Her stone blue skin stands out starkly against the verdant grass, marred by ugly bruises and scratches. Long, silky black hair fans out around her head like a dark halo, tangled with twigs and leaves.

As your eyes travel down her form, you can't help but notice her exaggerated curves. Despite her small stature, her figure is almost cartoonishly proportioned. Enormous, drop-shaped breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, barely contained by the tattered remains of what might have once been a uniform. Her belly is soft and rounded, a stark contrast to her feeble, stick-thin arms.

But what truly catches your attention is the barcode tattooed across her midriff - a mark you recognize from the nearby factory. This goblin is - or was - property, a living incubator for human children. The realization sends a chill down your spine, even as your gaze is drawn to her other features.

Her face, though bruised, holds a delicate beauty. Long lashes rest against her cheeks, and you can just make out the tips of pointed ears peeking through her tangled hair. A pair of small horns sprout from her forehead, though one appears to have been broken off near the base. Her lips are full and slightly parted, revealing the tips of little fangs. Down under, her thighs short but thick. Between her legs, you catch a glimpse of her sex - swollen and glistening with moisture even in unconsciousness.

For a moment, you're frozen in place, unsure of what to do. The goblin girl doesn't stir, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. She's clearly been through some kind of ordeal - the bruises and her current state are evidence enough of that. But what happened? And more importantly, what will you do now?

She is a life anyway, you know you can't leave her here - she'll likely die of exposure, if nothing else finds her first. But taking her with you... that could be complicated. Goblins aren't exactly welcome in most places, and so do the "goblin sympathizers".