Arianna and Arran slept fitfully through the night, their mostly empty stomachs still growling while they shivered from the cool air blowing over their naked bodies, which were still sore from the rough sex. Between all this and their intense guilt from the sex, they were both unable to relax enough to fall into a deep sleep, but did at least manage to slip out of full consciousness.
Unfortunately, this meant that neither was aware enough to note as a dozen figures entered the clearing and surrounded them. The figures stared down at the pair for a moment, and then pounced on them. Startled awake as they were grabbed, Arianna and Arran tried to resist, but being disoriented from the sudden waking and caught off guard, they didn't stand a chance. Soon, they found themselves forced onto the ground on their stomachs, hands tied behind their backs with rope, hobble ropes running between their ankles, and more rope around their necks serving as collars and leashes.
"Well, ain't this a surprise," a rough voice said as the pair reoriented and fully realized what had happened to them. Looking up, they were shocked to find that the figures holding them were green-skinned humanoids with sharp teeth and yellow eyes, wearing leather armor and armed with crude swords and axes. While Arran could only stare in confusion, Arianna paled as she recognized them as goblins.
"I mean, we wuz just heading to the nearest humie village for a raid," the apparent lead goblin, a particularly ugly-looking one, continued speaking, "And before we even gets there, we finds a couple of humies right out here lyin' on the ground smellin' like they jus' fucked. Whut, ya come out here cuz ya not wantin' yer mommas and poppas to catch you?"
"What the fuck is this?!" Arran finally exclaimed in disbelief, catching everyone by surprise, "This-this isn't real! This is fantasy bullshit! What the hell-"
"Shut 'im up!" the leader snapped, and one of the other goblins stuffed a rag into Arran's mouth, gagging him.
"What his problem?" the leader asked Arianna, as Arran's muffled screams continued into his gag.
"Never mind that mad peasant!" Arianna said, trying to gather what bravado she had left, "Do you know who I am? I'm the Princess Arianna, and I command you to-"
"Ha!" the leader barked, sneering down at Arianna as he cut her off, "Yer no princess. Humie nobles are all fancy and proper and run around in lacy clothes. They don' go off naked in the woods to rut in the dirt like pigs. An' anyway, it don't matter who ya were, cuz now yer my property. At least until I get ya to the market - me and da boys here should get a pretty penny for a pair of prime humies like ya two."
"Market?" Arianna asked, remaining courage collapsing.
"Yeah, there's plenty of people willing to pay good money for humie slaves," the goblin said with a smirk, "If yer lucky, you'll be put to work in a mine or as a bed warmer. If not... well, I hear humie meat tastes real good cooked in oil."
"What?!" Arianna exclaimed, matched by the still gagged Arran, "You can't do that! You can't-!"
"Quiet! Gag her too, and then let's go!" the leader ordered the other goblins. They obeyed, gagging Arianna with another rag, before pulling her and Arran to their feet. They then started walking off, dragging the struggling pair with them.