Erika Whitehoof - Chapter 16
#16 of Whitehoof
[Tauren] [Blood Elf] [Troll] [M/F]
Whitehoof - Chapter 16
By biodaemon2
The jungles of Stranglethorn Vale were a incredibly rich ecosystem, the deep shadows beneath the leafy canopy sheltering a wide variety of different creatures that founds its inhospitable climate to their liking. It was its own world, separate from the more civilized portions of the Azeroth and defined by the violence that permeated every facet of life in the green hell. Killing was synonymous with survival in the humid jungle. Those animals that thrived were consummate predators and undisputed masters of their craft. The crocalisk was an aquatic assassin, its massive armored bulk striking with sudden and surprising stealth from the inviting waters of the vale's many rivers. The large and violent gorillas that dwelt there relied on numbers and raw power to overcome intruders, bludgeoning their enemies to death in a storm of loud shrieks and chest-pounding.
Yet even in a land filled with panthers, naga, and basilisks, something stood atop the food chain as its ultimate predator. It was not a title easily won, but these hunters were masters of their domain. They traveled with the ease of a shadow, moving through the underbrush without disturbing a leaf as they followed their latest prey. For beings raised in such a world where being stealthy was as natural as breathing it was so easy to track the three loudmouthed figures as to be insulting. Already some of the youths had taken to darting across the open pathway ahead of the small group to insult them for their inability to spot their lanky shapes. Each time they moved closer to the trio; each time they remained unseen.
The elder warriors moved forward, ignoring the antics of the younglings. They were certain that despite their games they would still remain invisible to their prey; even the un-blooded children possessed a greater talent for stealth than the foolish interlopers. Slipping from shadow to shadow like liquid wraiths the hunters closed the distance between themselves and their ignorant prey. Tonight, the tribe would feast well.
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"I swear," Erika Whitehoof promised as she swatted another biting insect from her arm, "that if I have my way, I will never set foot in another damned jungle again. This is pretty much my vision of what the worst kinds of criminals would suffer in the afterlife." The young tauren was a miserable sight: her fur was matted with sweat while she struggled against the weight of the canvas and other survival gear strapped to her back. Erika's eyes stung with the sweat that dripped off her brow. To survive the oppressive humidity Erika had stripped down to the bare essentials, wearing nothing but a simple wrap around her chest to preserve her modesty and the well worn pair of leather shorts just barely able to contain her male genitalia.
"You would cool off more if you replaced your leather leggings with a skirt," Cyli Ereravel stated as she lead the group down the barely visible trail. Like Erika the blood elf had altered her clothing to deal with the fierce jungle heat: a strip of cloth encircled her chest while a simple skirt hung from her waist that, in the civilized world, would have been considered terribly indecent. Erika could feel her eyes drawn to the elf's supple backside as she sashayed in front of her. Even though Cyli never once glanced back at the others Erika had the sneaking suspicion that the elf was teasing her on purpose.
"Of course," Cyli continued, her voice growing icy, "you could always just follow your blue lover's lead and just ditch all your clothing instead." Just the mentioning of Zulrea was enough to bring a blush to the tauren's face. Hearing Cyli's words and sensing Erika's embarrassment the troll giggled happily and pressed her naked body against Erika's furred arm. Focusing her eyes on some phantom point in the distance Erika fought down the urge to glance to her side. Her member twitched as Zulrea's soft breasts were squished against her side. Erika had already seen plenty of Zulrea since breaking camp. The troll's deep-blue skin glistened with her sweet smelling sweat as she faithfully followed at Erika's side.
The mental image of Zulrea's body dripping with perspiration was enough to force Erika to grunt in discomfort as she felt her curse-given maleness struggle against its leather prison. "No, I'm fine in these," Erika said as she gently pushed Zulrea away. The troll looked a little disappointed but obediently followed her love's wishes. Zulrea still didn't understand why Erika-Love denied herself when she was eager to relieve her mate's problems.
For the traumatized troll the only means of expressing love she could truly comprehend was through physical intimacy. 'Why is Erika-Love denying me?' thought Zulrea with concern. 'She is my mate, yet she continues to resist and deny herself. Why does she not return my love as I give it to her...' the troll's thoughts trailed off as she watched Erika-Love's eyes turn their attention onto the blood elf's rump. Jealousy welled up within Zulrea as she her confusion transformed into anger. 'That horrid woman is tempting and bewitching my mate!' Zulrea's thundered in her head, incapable of blaming Erika for any misdeed. 'I'll show her who Erika-Love truly wants to be their mate!'
With her features locked into firm determination Zulrea picked up her pace to interpose herself between Erika-Love and Cyli. Yet before she could take more than a few paces a sudden pain bloomed on her neck as she gasped in surprise. One of the troll's hands shot up to her neck to find a small object embedded in her skin. 'What is thisssssss...' her thoughts began to slow as the toxin began to work its way through her system. Reaching out her hand towards Erika she desperately tried to cry for help before she collapsed lifelessly in the dirt.
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Pulling the blowgun from his lips Urek'kall the Spear grunted in approval as he began reloading his weapon, watching as the purple haired woman fell unconscious. It had been a perfect shot: striking the neck next to the main artery allowed the poisonous cocktail to act swiftly. In the dangerous jungles of Stranglethorn Vale a few seconds was often the difference between a successful hunt or a painful death at the hands of some clawed beast. The female troll had been the rear most target, and Urek'kall's attack was the signal for the rest of the hidden Bloodscalp warriors to strike. Putting the blowgun back up to his lips Urek'kall turned his gaze toward the tauren.
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"Oh yes..." Grisha mumbled in her sleep, "that looks very expensive. I'll take three..." Curled up atop the pile of supplies perched atop Erika's back the goblin had found the added elevation helped her escape much of the worst effects of Stranglethorn's weather. Placed above the low-lying fauna Grisha had been pleasantly surprised to find there was a slight breeze, which did wonders for fighting the extreme temperature of the jungle. She had even managed to grab a little nap, letting her mind occupy itself with fantasies of shopping for the most costly and tasteless items she could dream of.
"Look out!" Erika shouted, the bellowing tauren's voice and sudden movement jarring Grisha from her sleep. Beneath her Erika charged forward as the air was filled with the zip and buzz of the darts, trying to escape the ambush. Grisha barely managed to peek over the edge of her little nest before Erika, her senses dulled by the toxins in her system, caught her foot on a root and tripped. The tauren was sent sprawling as the ropes holding the supplies on her back snapped. Grisha and the rest of the cargo were sent sailing through the air by the momentum, propelled straight into a nearby tree-trunk. Falling back to earth the unconscious goblin landed amidst the canvas the group used for tents, her body swallowed up by the fabric.
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Like making her way though a thick fog Erika slowly felt consciousness returning to her as she struggled against the lingering aftereffects of the poison. Everything seemed muted for the tauren as her brain worked to restart itself and process just what she was sensing. Spectral figures slowly came into focus, resolving themselves as large trolls which glared at her menacingly. Their blue bodies were covered in a mixture of wood and hide armor, decorative feathers and other beads adding color to the muted browns of their protective coverings. The warriors' weapons were a mixture of spears and simple stone axes, and by the confident bearing in the troll's Erika was sure each was skilled with its use.
Turning her eyes from the warriors closest to her Erika realized there were other trolls nearby, women and children taking care of domestic chores. Many of the trolls possessed manes of flaming red hair, and Erika couldn't tell if it was naturally or dyed that way. Watching them move about Erika could make out that they were in amongst large stone ruins, their wooden huts build up against pitted walls and in clearings where ancient structures once stood.
Finding that she couldn't move her arms Erika turned her head to the side, not surprised to find her limbs were bound with vine to a wooden frame. It kept her arms and legs spread wide, but thankfully kept her vertical and standing on her own feet. Flexing her arms Erika tried halfheartedly to break her bindings, but after a few minutes she gave up. 'I guess I'm not getting away that easily,' she thought, feeling a throbbing sensation in her skull.
Her hearing was the last thing to return as Erika realized the pounding was not in her head. Outside her field of vision someone was working a pair of drums, with each note a near physical sensation. Memories of what had occurred coalesced within Erika's mind as she glanced around, trying to spot her compatriots. Only a few feet away she spotted Cyli bound with similar restraints as she too groggily glanced around. Catching the blood elf's eye Erika shouted "Cyli! Are you alright? Where are Zulrea and Grisha?"
"SILENCE!" a massive voice echoed through the village, cutting off Cyli's answer and all noise in the camp. Even the loud, pounding drums fell silent at the command. The warriors (or more accurately guards, Erika realized) in front of them parted and stepped aside, lowering their heads in deference. Between them strode another troll, this one holding his head proudly as he advanced on Erika and Cyli. Twin axe blades were strapped to his hips, and from the amount of precious metal and decorative feathers incorporated into his armor he had to be someone important within the tribe.
He halted before the pair, glaring at them both with harsh and cruel eyes. "What is the meaning of this?" Cyli began to demand of the troll. Before should could finish speaking the blue-skinned troll struck with a blur of motion, back handing the blood elf with a loud crack that echoed through the silent camp. Gripping Cyli's chin painfully hard the troll turned her gaze back to him as he snarled something in a harsh language, some of his spit landing on her face. "The powerful, blessed, virile, and un-defeated chieftain of the mighty Bloodscalp tribe Gan'zulah commands you to be silent until bidden to speak," a second voice rose up from the troll's side.
Erika was surprised to find it was a human male, his voice low and filled with what Erika sensed was just the right amount of submission to keep from being struck. The rags draped around his body were a eclectic mixture of stained cotton breeches and the leather and hide clothing the natives wore. Gan'zulah began to speak again, with the human dutifully translating. "If the elf does not wish to have her throat slit," he stated, the threat in the words contrasting with the human's soft voice "then she will stay quiet." Releasing Cyli's face Gan'zulah took a step back and turned his gaze towards Erika.
"You are intruders into the sacred lands of the Bloodscalp tribe," the chief spoke through his human translator, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at each of them in turn. "You are now ours, to do with as we please. We have freed your troll slave and placed you in bondage. If she earns a place in the tribe she will become the mate of one of our warriors." The knowledge that Zulrea was not harmed gave Erika a momentary sense of relief that was tempered by the fact that, although not dead, she was going to be forced to marry one of these troll savages.
As Gan'zulah paused his human translator pushed a pair of spectacles up his nose, knowing his master was going to be quiet a moment to let the full scope of what he was saying sink in on the captives. It took Erika moment to realize that the man's glasses were nothing more than simple wire frames without lenses. The tauren found her gaze drawn to the skinny human, his tone and posture not striking her as being real. It was almost as if she were watching a play where the human was acting the role of subservient and beaten slave.
"You were captured by Urek'kall the Spear and Yarnath Basilisk-Eye," Gan'zulah continued, slowly pacing in front of them and radiating primal strength. At the mentioning of their names two trolls stepped forward from the others. "To honor these talented warriors they will have the privilege of tasting your bodies before we sacrifice you to the mighty Spirits of the Jungle-Mother!" Fear filled Erika's body as she realized what the trolls had in store for them. She had always heard rumors of cannibals who ate other sentient beings existed in the deepest regions of the jungles, but Erika had always assumed such things were stories meant to frighten children. There was a moments pause before the human translator added "and I'm sorry." Looking at him she realized the human was looking up and her and Cyli and offering his own condolences.
Turning from them Gan'zulah stalked away, closely followed by the human. The moment the chief disappeared from sight the two warriors he had singled out broke into broad grins and advanced on the bound captives. Erika could only watch in horror as the two troll's moved closer, her eyes unable to look away from the many sharp instruments strapped to their bodies. 'Please spirits, don't let them eat me!' Erika began to pray feverishly, redoubling her efforts to escape from her tight bindings.
The troll standing in front of Erika licked its lips and tusks as it withdrew a savage looking blade from its waist. Stepping up to the tauren it cackled as it slashed out with the knife, causing Erika to clench her eyes tight and scream in fright. Erika felt a gust of wind along her torso before the assembled trolls started to laugh loudly. Hesitantly she opened one of her eyes, fearing that she was in shock and would find her body split open. Instead Erika discovered the troll stood arrogantly before her, clutching her sliced chest-wrap in his hands.
Chuckling something in his language the troll discarded the fabric and replaced the knife at his belt. "Touch me and I'll burn you alive!" Erika turned at the sound of Cyli's voice. The blood elf was in a similar situation as the other troll began to remove her clothing, his hands brushing against her smooth flesh with a lecherous grin. Leaving Cyli completely naked the troll also began to disrobe, detaching and untying the vine-ropes that attached his armor to his body. The troll's blue flesh was covered in lines of paint done up in ritual patterns. As the troll pulled off his tented loincloth to reveal his growing erection her attention was brought back to her own problems as the the warrior reached out and painfully squeezed her chest, mauling her large breasts with this strong three-fingered hands and forcing her to shout in protest. 'Oh spirits,' Erika prayed with equal measures fear and anger 'why couldn't you have just let them eat us instead?'
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Cyli heard Erika's scream, but she couldn't turn her attention from the troll standing naked in front of her. "You lay a finger on me," she began to threaten him as he moved over to her side, one of his large hands idly stroking himself as he traced a finger down from her collarbone and between her firm mammaries, sliding it over her belly button before finally letting it come to rest in the small patch of blonde hair above her sex. Cyli glared at the troll defiantly, daring him to risk her wrath. The troll spoke a few words in his language as he moved his hand lower to pinch at her clitoris. "When I escape," Cyli promised through clenched teeth "I am going to enjoy flaying the flesh from your bones."
Urek'kall laughed at the blood elf, not understanding the words but fully understanding the emotion behind them. Moving his fingers slightly he began to push them into the woman's folds, savoring the look of rage and loathing on her face as he slowly stimulated her body. Over the years Urek'kall had earned the right to lay with a number of captured slaves. Some were careless travelers like this elf and her tauren companion, while others were war prizes taken from raiding the other tribes in the region. For Urek'kall there was a thrill in tearing these women down, turning them from proud and resistant beings to broken shells of their former selves.
"I know you can feel the pleasure," Urek'kall stated, "even though you don't want to admit it." He was a skilled hunter, and whether it was panther or a woman Urek'kall applied that same careful approach to everything he did. As he pushed his finger in and out of the elf's cunt he used his thumb to stimulate her clitoris, his every movement smooth and calculated. He had learned long ago that he could manipulate the purely physical response to sexual stimulation to create feelings of overwhelming shame and disgust within the victim as their body responded positively to the experience, even when their mind didn't.
"Of course," he continued to speak, not caring that she didn't understand a word he was saying, "it also helps when you secretly coat your finger in the sap of the love-tree." Urek'kall thought back to the small bowl of liquid he had coated his finger in as soon as he made it back to camp, knowing that the chieftain would honor him for his work. The sap had the delightful property of amplifying sensations, aiding Urek'kall in his work. Soon he knew this woman would be squirming in his grasp, her cunt eager for more even as she screamed no.
"No! Don't!" the tauren screamed in fear, her voice echoing a male troll screaming, "What is this trickery!?". The shock in both voices caused Urek'kall to stop as both he and Cyli turned their attention toward Erika. Having finished having his fun with Erika's breasts Yarnath had grabbed his knife again and sliced through her leather shorts. To Yarnath's horror he found himself staring at Erika's massive ebony cock, the inert organ dangling heavily between her legs. All the nearby trolls stared in mute shock at the discovery as Yarnath took a step back. "What is this?" he shouted again, gesturing at Erika's groin with his knife. "I'll kill you for making a fool out of me!" With a snarl the troll lunged forward with the knife.
"Halt!" a new voice called out, its softer tones doing nothing to hide the absolute weight of command it carried. Yarnath stopped his lunge inches from driving his blade into the tauren's belly. The assembled trolls, Urek'kall included, immediately dropped to one knee as a troll female slowly walked into view. She was covered in a thick mantle of colorful feathers and decorative ivory fetishes, her blue flesh marked with permanent ritual scarring. Knowing what she did of troll regenerative abilities, Cyli was sure gaining those permanent scars must have been a long and painful experience. Most of her face was obscured by a stylized wooden mask, but she could see enough to recognize she had to be an elder of the tribe.
Watching the woman's movements curiously Cyli tracked her as she sedately made her way over to Erika. Turning to the troll that had been just about to kill her, the woman spoke a few soft commands. The troll started to argue, his rage evident, but a single hard glance from the woman silenced him. With seething anger the troll stood up and gestured to a few of the assembled warriors who responded quickly. Grabbing Erika's limbs they held her still as he sliced the bindings on her arms.
"What is going on?" Erika cried out, confusion and fear in her voice. "Let me go, damnit! Cyli, help me!" The woman turned to leave, the other trolls dragging Erika along with behind her as she screamed and shouted in protest. Only once they could no longer hear Erika's voice did the remaining trolls stand up. Urek'kall turned his attention to the blood elf, giving her pussy a suspicious glance. "If you pull any tricks like that on me," he warned her as he pushed his finger back into her sex, "even the shaman won't be able to save you."
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Grisha gave a low moan as she tried to move, her entire body feeling as though it had been worked over with a hammer. Breathing was difficult, as if there was a heavy weight laying atop her chest. "Ugh," she grunted, "I better not have taken another drunk dwarf as a client." Opening her eyes Grisha was greeted with darkness. Fighting down her fears the goblin began to squirm, feeling whatever was keeping her pinned slowly shifting. After a few minutes she managed to worm her hand free, feeling around at what was resting heavily on her chest.
Pushing at the obstruction above her Grisha felt it move, encouraging her to double her efforts. Slowly she shifted it off of her body, inch by inch, before it toppled aside. Taking a full breath of air Grisha found she was almost entirely free. Grabbing at the heavy fabric draping her body she tore if off her. "Free!" she cried happily as she tugged the last of the canvas off of her body. Looking around in the dim light, Grisha was surprised to find herself in a large wooden hut.
Standing up she turned her attention to what had been holding her down. Looking it over Grisha realized it was the supplied Erika had been carrying on her back. When she had been knocked unconscious she must have fallen amongst the tent supplies. "Wait..." Grisha stated doubtfully as she scratched her chin, looking over the broken crates and the torn tent material, "how the hell does anyone fail to notice a goblin hidden amongst all this crap? It's not like I managed to hide myself after slamming head-first into a tree."
"I carried you here."
Spinning around at the voice Grisha dragged her dagger from its hiding place on her upper thigh as the tent was illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight. Holding the flap of the tent aside was a shabby looking human, his clothing a mismatch of worn cotton garments and roughly tanned leather, all held together with crude stitches. Stepping into the tent cautiously he let the flap fall back into place, careful to keep his actions from provoking the goblin.
"Who the hell are you, and where are my friends?" Grisha demanded, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The human gave a polite nod, stating with some pride "I am Heinrich VanCleef, at your service."
Grisha blinked a few times, lowering her arm slightly. "Your name is Heinrich VanCleef?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yes."
"VanCleef?" she repeated, stressing the last name.
"Yes!" he answered firmly, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he realized where the conversation was headed.
"You wouldn't happen to be related to-"
"By the light, is there anyone who doesn't know that bastard?" Heinrich huffed. "Yes, yes, I am related to who you are thinking of. But its so distant, it's not even worth considering. He ruined the perfectly good VanCleef name!" Heinrich sad down on one of the crates as he took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. "I mean here I am trapped in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by illiterate savage trolls and their slaves, and the first question I get from a someone free is if I'm related to that pirate."
"Sorry hun, I didn't know it was such a sore point," Grisha apologized and returned the knife to its sheath. "So, uh, what was all that about trolls and slaves and whatnot?" The human put his glasses back on and looked over at Grisha, some of his anger fading.
"Sorry, it's not you. It's just... forget it. I'm just a little stressed at the moment. I shouldn't have gone off like that," Heinrich stated. "Ok, let me give you the quick explanation: we are currently trapped in the middle of the Bloodscalp tribe's village. Your friends were all captured earlier today, and if we don't do something they are going to be sacrificed to their pagan gods later. I found you amidst some of the supplies there and wrapped you up in some of that canvas so they wouldn't find you."
"Well, thanks for that," Grisha grunted sarcastically, "it's considerate of you to drag me into the heart of a troll camp and leave me for dead."
"If I hadn't brought you here, either the trolls would have found you and you would be joining them tonight at the sacrifice, or some dreadful beast would have devoured you. I saved your life," Heinrich pointed out.
"Well, when you put it that way," she responded, sitting down herself opposite the human. "So then, what's the plan? How are we going to get out of here?"
Heinrich looked over at her. "Just so you know, this is a real long-shot," he said in a dour voice. "But tonight, when the moon is full, they are going to sacrifice the tauren and the elf to... to a real beast. However, once they have tied them up in the sacrificial pit, they will all leave lest they become victims too. What you need to do is sneak over to where they are going to sacrifice them and smear this onto their bodies," as he spoke Heinrich pulled a small clay vial from his pocket and handed it to Grisha, "You will only have a small window of opportunity. You will need to get to them right when all the trolls leave, but before the beast arrives."
"So why don't I just cut them loose after all the trolls are gone and we make a run for it?" Grisha asked as she gave the vial a curious look.
Heinrich shook his head. "No, that won't work. The beast will be on them within minutes of the troll's departure. If you run, it will just follow your scent and kill you there. That salve there will neutralize the beast, allowing you to escape alive. Since the chieftain trusts me somewhat I'm giving some leave to travel around the camp. I'm going to hide what I can of your gear on the beach. There is a small raft there. We should all be able to escape on the raft up the coast."
Grisha mulled the plan over in her head for a few minutes before sliding the small vial into her cleavage, hiding it from sight. "Ok Heiny, it sounds like your plan is my best chance to get out of here." Heinrich scowled a bit at the rude sounding nickname but bit his tongue in the interest of diplomacy. "The troll you had with you is currently spending time with Chief Gan'zulah. After he is finished with her, I will get her some proper clothing so she can sneak out on her own. Hopefully the guards will ignore another armed troll. And her skin is almost the same shade of blue, so in the dark she should blend in just fine."
"Wait, what is this Gan-Hoola bastard doing to Zulrea?" Grisha asked angrily, "Why aren't you stopping it?"
Heinrich sighed heavily, running a hand through his brown hair. "Look. We have one chance to get out of here. I can't stop the Chief, and if I tried anything they would know something was afoot. Your friends would end up dead, probably alongside yourself. This place is horrible, but by tomorrow we should be far away from here. Now wait here and stay quiet," he commanded as he stood up, making his way toward the tent's entrance. "I'll be back later with some food and a map showing you where to go. Nobody should check inside this tent, so as long as you stay quiet you should be safe."
"Wait, Heinrich," Grisha interrupted Heinrich as he placed his hand on the flap. "You said you built a raft, one we can escape on? If you managed to find the time to sneak away and build it, then why haven't you escaped on it yet?"
With great hesitation Heinrich slowly pulled his hand back from the tent flap. Without turning back to Grisha he spoke in a low voice. "Look... I'm not really a slave here. I can't escape. Not on my own, anyway. I need help to do it. See... I'm the beast your friends are going to be sacrificed too later."
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Picking herself up off the floor Erika glared at her captors as she patted some of the dust out of her fur. The guards only stared back impassively, their weapons held at the ready. The four trolls had literally dragged her through the camp before unceremoniously tossing her into one of the wooden shacks. Erika gave them a rude gesture before turning her attention to her new surroundings, her eyes wandering over the interior of the wooden structure.
As she turned around the face of death loomed out of the growing darkness, pressing itself close to Erika's face. "Gyah!" she screamed in fright as she left back, her hands help protectively in front of her face. When no attack materialized Erika slowly lowered her arms. Her cheeks burned red as the trolls standing guard at the entrance to the shack snickered. Ignoring the trolls Erika leaned forward, her curiosity overcoming her fear as she examined what had frightened her. Like macabre fruit an assortment of skulls dangled from the ceiling, and as Erika looked closely she was intrigued to find that every inch of the polished bone was covered in crude scrimshaw.
"Do you think you can read the fates, bull-cow?" a haughty voice asked. Turning around Erika wasn't surprised to find the voice belonged to the same female troll that had ordered the others to drag her here. While thankful she had been spared the attention of the troll warrior out in the village, Erika was certain that the crone hadn't done so for charitable reasons. One look into the shaman's icy gaze and Erika began to suspect that she might have been safer before.
"One who is blessed by de spirits can read much in de bones of the deceased," the old troll continued so speak as she moved further inside, stopping to stroke the skulls tenderly as if they were beloved friends. "The spirits, dey been telling me tings. Of de past and de future, tings that have passed and tings to come," she paused to give Erika a measured look. As the wizened troll spoke she circled Erika, her eyes visible behind the mask as they wandered over the naked tauren's body. "The spirit vision gave me tree strong images. De sign for man and woman combined, meaning you and your... anatomy," the shaman gestured toward Erika's groin, causing her to vainly try to hide her dark sheath with her hands.
"De other two signs were harder to decipher," she explained as some excitement began to leak into her tone. "I saw de walking night-wolf growing wings to soar high in de clouds. I tink this means that the Bloodscalp tribe is going to grow mighty and strong, and dat you will play a role in dis." As the shaman had moved around Erika she had gradually moved in closer, patiently forcing her to back away. Erika failed to realize she was being herded until a two pair of arms clamped down on her shoulders, the troll guards squeezing painfully tight.
Drawing her lips back the troll crone gave Erika a dark smile. "De last image didn't make any sense until I saw you today. It was women and slaves of de tribe heavy wit child, humans and trolls and orcs, yet each of dem was pregnant from de same father. Yet dis father had de same sign as before: de male and female combined. " The troll stood in front of Erika, so close the tauren's nostrils were assaulted by the scent of whatever local narcotic the trolls used to "communicate" with the spirits. Without warning her hand shot out to grab Erika's testicles, the shaman's grip forcing her to grind her teeth against the discomfort. "I saw it out dere, and I can feel it now," the troll cackled as she hefted Erika's sack. "You are blessed by de spirits. Dem voodoo made you virile and strong... strong enough to get an orc or a troll pregnant wit your own offspring. So now you gonna be giving de Bloodscalp tribe its own tauren warriors! De Bloodscalps gonna be the strongest tribe of dem all!"
Erika stared at the shaman with fright and disbelief on her face. "You are crazy. The heat must have addled all your brains 'cause you are absolutely insane!" Erika cried out, twisting in the troll's solid grip as she vainly tried to escape. With a sinister chuckle the old troll released her grip on Erika's crotch and gestured over Erika's shoulder to someone else outside the shack. The guards pushed Erika aside as a new group of trolls entered. One of them carried a device that looked like a skinny table with two legs shorter than the others that caused it to slope downwards towards a small flat protrusion.
The other two roughly drove a female troll before them, the bindings on her wrists making her a prisoner or slave of the tribe. As one of her escorts shoved her with the blunt end of his spear she turned and shouted something at him, her voice muffled by the vine-rope gag in her mouth. Like Erika the troll was squirming and fighting her captors every step of the way. With a guttural bark one of the trolls flipped his spear around and clubbed her in the back of her head, ending her resistance. With their charge much easier to maneuver after the blow to the head the trolls placed the woman on the device, making Erika realize it was a crude chair of some kind. The angle of the contraption meant the woman was reclined backwards enough to be close to lying horizontal, with her bottom resting on the small lip that kept her from sliding off. The guards untied her bonds to move her arms behind the wooden seat before retying them, ensuring she could not get herself up without their consent.
"Dis slave has been very rebellious," the shaman explained, drawing Erika's attention back to the old seer. "De last male to try and make her his property lost an ear, so no warrior wants to breed her. She be bad juju." Strolling over to the bound troll the shaman casually reached between the woman's legs and spread them wide, revealing her naked mound and the patch of red hair above her nethers. Erika averted her eyes, disgusted by the casual disregard the troll's had for those not of their own tribe. The troll's head lolled from side to side as she struggled to overcome the effects of the earlier blow to the head, low moans escaping her gagged mouth. "So tauren, it is going to be you duty to start wit dis one here," the shaman commanded "and turn her into a mother. I be thinking that a pregnancy would be a good way to mellow her out and douse de fire inside her."
Erika looked back at the shaman aghast. "Now I know you are nuts! There is no way I am going to... to rape some innocent woman just because you tell me too! I'd rather die than obey you, you ancient hag! Do you hear me!? You can kiss my furry ass!" The troll elder paid little attention to Erika's furious outburst as she painted distinct patterns in dark ink over the slave's naked midsection, forming black designs on her blue flesh. Finishing up her work the shaman finally turned her hooded eyes towards Erika, a smirk playing on her wrinkled lips as she slide a curved dagger from her belt.
"Oh, I know dat you won't do dat if I threatened your life," she said as she moved the dagger up to the slave's throat. "Dat's why I'm telling you dat if you don't do what I say, den I be cutting her throat. Any slave you don't sleep wit is going to die. Do you hear me, now?" The shaman began to cackle as Erika glared at her with pure hatred, the guards tightening their grip on Erika's arms as she tried to leap toward the smug woman. Slowly the shaman increased the pressure on the knife blade, causing a drop of crimson to leak from her punctured skin.
"Fine," Erika whispered as she slumped in defeat. "I'll... I'll do it. Just please don't hurt her." Grinning victoriously the troll seer pulled the blade from the slave's throat. She nodded at the guards who immediately released their hold on Erika. "Just to be warnin' ya," the shaman said "that if you don't finish with de girl, or try and escape before your job be done, den I'll personally kill all de slaves instead." Hesitantly Erika took a few steps toward the captured troll as she tried to fight down the shame and disgust at what she was being forced to do. Watching Erika move at a glacial pace the shaman hissed dangerously as she sat herself down beside some of the skulls. "You better get to breedin'," she ordered, the threat of psychotic violence hanging beneath the words "because you need to be finished before midnight. If you delay, den they die!"