Dawn Meadows

Monsters at the Door 4 of 9

Added 2020-12-19 22:00:04 +0000 UTC

It turns out the prospect of being tossed into a boiling cauldron is sufficient motivation for struggling, even when you are slung over a goblin's back! Dawn kicked and bucked until she put up such a ruckus that the goblin was defeated (or most likely reached its threshold for annoyance) and forced to sling her down. She allowed herself a moment to envision this being the first step in her victoriously valiant escape. But her captor merely gave her slender body a shove toward the large stone cauldron. The disparity in their weight and muscular structure made this more than a "suggestion."

She stumbled forward on stocking feet, bound hands catching the edge of the pot before she tumbled disastrously any further. The surface of the red roiling broth was cleared and waiting. It appeared that the goblin's companions had "politely" cleared Becky from the cauldron to make room for Dawn. Had they taken her out? ...Or was she somewhere down below the bubbling soup? Dawn communicated her worry in muffled tones through the pantyhose tied around her mouth.

"Nnnmmmmmmm!!!"

Studying the broth with horrified eyes, she felt the impatient large hands of the goblin grab her shoulders from behind and "encourage" her to get in. The sudden force pushed Dawn's modest weight forward, and her lithe body tipped up on one set of reinforced toes, her other stocking clad knee banging roughly into the lip of the stone cauldron.

Steam and bubbles from the surface swirled around her smooth neck and reddening cheeks, causing her to squint from the overwhelming heat. Dawn turned her face away from her impending boiling future with a terrified whimper, her luxurious golden ponytail swaying lazily inches above the pops and hiss of the broth.

I know it's 2020 and all, but I didn't exactly expect dinner to be on ME tonight! Thought Dawn with a gulp, as she felt herself helplessly topple toward a hot bath.