Um, actually, you don't need to read in order to be able to write. Believing in the superiority of long-form writing over alternative media is LITERALLY white supremacy by means of suppressing the voices of BIPOCs

Does llama put out more interesting responses than chatgpt? I feel like gpt puts out responses that are accurate but boring (no interesting style of writing, sounds like an /r/writing kid tbh)

Isn't it more fun to think of the lines yourself?

Entering you see Orga tied back down to a log, her arms bound above her head and her legs spread. Sitting between those legs you see Thorn

"Hey, we need to talk to Orga." , trying to sound nonchalant.

Thorn looks up at you, her face flushed and her eyes bright. She's clearly been enjoying herself.

"Oh, um, yeah," she says, clearing her throat. "Of course."

"Orga, this human want to talk to you."

Orga growls and looks up, glaring at you.

"What do you want?" she spat at you, her muscular frame straining against the ropes that held her wrists and ankles fastened to the bed.


Thorn shocks the both of you by suddenly driving her hand downwards into the orcs groin. "That's no way to talk to mistresses friend" she hisses at Orga.

Orga's face contorted into one of shock and pain as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she lets out something between a gasp and a scream. As she struggled against her bonds you could hear the bed frame creak and groan under the pressure of her exertion.

Thorn smirks and says "Now, were you going to answer his question, or am I going to break your balls?"

Orga glares at Thorn, but eventually nods her head.

Thorn smiles saying "There's a good girl!”

You ask Orga some basic questions about its tribe and territory, learning that there are several other small tribes in the area.

They don't seem to get along well, and often fight over resources.

As you finish asking your questions, Thorn suddenly interjects "Tell him why you're out here alone".

Orga looks at the both of you, but doesn't speak

Thorn sighs and says "Its alright, I'll tell him."

"She was cast out from her tribe for being a shemale" Thorn giggles. "We don't need to worry about anyone coming looking for her"

She then kicks out, again striking Orga in the groin. "You should speak when spoken too" she says to the in orc, in a sign-song voice.

Orga growls and tries to cover itself once more.

Thorn just laughs and slaps again. "Tell the dumb human your sorry for being rude" she tells Orga, like a mother scolding her daughter.

Orga snarls and grunts something unintelligible, but finally manages to mumble an apology.

"I'm sorry" Orga spits at you, snarling.

"That's your 3rd offence!" Thorn yells at Orga. "It's time you learned to respect your betters!". She flips up it's loin clothe to reveal Orgas rather tiny dick.

"Are you sure you weren't castout for being a pinky dick?" Thorn teases as she rubs the underside of Orgas cock with one finger, causing it to rapidly harden.

She's not kidding. You'd be surprised if Orgas dick was 2 inches.

The orc looks conflicted but doesn't try to move away, instead letting Thorn play with her. This carries on for a less than a minute until Thorn pulls out a smooth wooden rod and presses the end of it against Orgas cock.

"Do you know what this is?" she asks Orga. "This is a punishment for bad girls"

Without warning, Thorn slams the rod into Orgas cock, making her let out a loud yelp.

Orga struggles against it's bonds, trying to escape the pain.

Thorn leans down and whispers in Orgas ear "Don't worry, baby. Mistress will take care of you."

She then starts to pound the rod into Orgas cock, driving it deeper with each thrust.

Orga howls in agony, it's muscles tensed tightly.

Thorn keeps pounding away, pushing the rod deeper and deeper until it finally seems to bottom out on something.

"There, now you won't forget your place again" she says to Orga, smiling sweetly.

Orga lies there, gasping for breath and contorting it's face, clearly in a lot of pain.

"Now tell the human you're sorry, with meaning this time"

Orga grunts something unintelligible, but you can see it's eyes watering up with tears.

It takes a deep breath and looks at you. "I'm am deeply sorry" it says, sounding genuine.

Thorn, quite excited with Orgas change of of heart leans down to kiss it's still plugged dick "There's a good girl"


You watch in fascination as Thorn continues to tease Orga, occasionally using her teeth to tug on Orgas member. Orga moans in both pain and pleasure. It's clear that Thorn is having fun with her new toy, you can't help but wonder what she would've done to you had she and her sisters managed to over power you a few days ago.

Eventually, Thorn releases Orgas cock and stands up.

"Well, that's enough for now." she says, wiping her mouth. "I think she learned her lesson."

The orc hangs it head back in exhaustion, making no noise save for it's rapid and heavy breathing. It's tiny prick jumps with every beat of it's heart, the sound still firmly in place. You nod in agreement, and thank her for helping with Orga

As you leave, you can hear Thorn laughing behind you.

"She's such a good girl, isn't she? And she's all mine!"

"Thorn, do try not to break her" you say, as you walk away from the building.

Thorn laughs and waves dismissively.

You shudder at the thought of what she might do to the poor thing later.

But for now, you have some information to bring back to Briar and Holly.


"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll make sure she's well taken care of. Besides, I think she likes it."

You shake your head and keep walking, wondering just twisted Thorn really is.

As you return to camp, you notice that Holly has already started cooking dinner.

"Good work out there today." she says, handing you a bowl of stew.

"We got some useful information out of Orga."

Briar nods, taking a sip of her own drink.

"What did you find out?"

You tell them everything that happened, including Thorn's actions towards Orga.

The two goblins look at you with wide eyes, their mouths agape as they struggle to process what you've told them.

"That's...," Briar starts, but Holly interrupts her.

"Hilarious!" Holly exclaims, her face lighting up with joy.

Both goblins begin laughing loudly, clasping each other's arms for support.

You stare at them in confusion and concern, unsure whether they're being serious or not.

"Never been around gobettes before, have you?" Holly asks, grinning.

"No, I haven't," you reply, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, if there's one thing we know, it's how to keep men in line," Holly continues, still chuckling.

Briar hugs your leg, saying, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from my sisters," barely able to get the words out between fits of giggles.

The two of them are clearly very amused by teasing you like this.

"Goblins are weird," you mutter under your breath, feeling slightly uneasy.

"Aren't we all?" Holly says, giving you a wink.

I can see the benefit of writing just to write if you're in a lull and need to keep fresh but only if youre the type that will have a decent story to turn out later. Even then, make it productive - mark down every single thing you did that day but make it overwhelming and dramatic, write a menial guide to something from the perspective of someone who barely understands english.

Otherwise it feels masturbatory in service of "being a writer"