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Whitehoof - Chapter 17

By biodaemon2

"Dat be perfect," Chief Gan'zulah grunted as he rested one hand atop Zulrea's head. "You know how to really please a man." The compliments caused Zulrea's cheeks to burn with embarrassment as she bobbed her head up and down the big troll's shaft. Sliding her tongue around Gan'zulah member as she continued to stimulate the chieftain, her mouth filled with the heavy taste of his flesh. One of her hands held his erection still as she fellated him, the other busy gently massaging his testicles. Zulrea was disgusted at what she was being forced to do, but memories of her time as Baria the Centaur's slave left her fully aware of the consequences of disobeying one who considered Zulrea their property.

Ignoring Gan'zulah's words she kept up her efforts, hoping to finish the male off quickly. The chieftain's tent was filled with the gentle crackle of the burning braziers and the wet slurping noises of her forced blow job, the only interruptions to the soft noises the odd grunt, moan, or word from Gan'zulah. As his erection slipped into the back of Zulrea's throat he leaned his head back and used his hand to urge her to move faster. "What a well trained mouth," he stated, feeling Zulrea's throat grasping at his dick as her tongue rolled over the turgid member.

Zulrea was not ashamed from being forced to suck on the chief's cock. Her actions were the result of force; if she refused she would be injured or possibly killed. Nor did she feel despicable for moving with what some might mistake for the eagerness of a horny whore; she knew that the sooner Gan'zulah came, the sooner he would leave her alone. No, for Zulrea the shame came from her breaking her unspoken promises to her beloved Erika that she would always be there when she needed her. But instead of being together Zulrea was separated from her love, stuck blowing the troll chieftain as Erika was left to endure alone.

Distracted as she was by her thoughts, Zulrea ignored what the chief was saying, blanking out his words with the knowledge that they almost certainly were more insults. When he grabbed her head tightly and forced his full length down her throat it caught her off guard, leaving her unprepared for the spurts of hot spunk that blasted down her gullet. Part of Zulrea wanted to panic as her lungs were cut off from breathing and her throat was filled with Gan'zulah's cum. The moment past as her experience reasserted itself to keep her calm as she obediently swallowed every drop. She didn't know if he had ordered her to swallow or not, but she knew people like Gan'zulah like to demean others by either cumming in their faces or forcing them to drink their load. And if he had wanted to pull out of her mouth he likely would have done so himself. As the salty liquid ran over her tongue Zulrea was surprised at how foul it tasted. The first night she had met her beloved Zulrea had been lucky enough to taste Erika's cream and it had amazed her. With Erika's seed there was an energy in the flavor; a vitality that made her eager to swallow more.

Thinking back to Erika allowed Zulrea's consciousness to focus on the past, dulling the despair of reality. Eventually Gan'zulah pulled out of her mouth, saliva and semen dripping from her lips. With a dark grin he smeared the last of his cum over her face, leaving her mouth a soiled mess. "Ahhh..." Gan'zulah sighed in relief as he released his grip on Zulrea's head. "Dat was nice. It be good that you are such an obedient cocksucker. A slave who obeys orders lives longer." Sitting down in his carved throne he examined Zulrea idly, noting the mostly vacant expression in her eyes as she tried to mentally distance herself from her current situation. Her time with the centaur Baria had trained her to dull ones senses in an effort to protect the mind from what it was made to endure. From the cruel curl of his lips Zulrea could tell it was a look he was well used to seeing.

"Come here," he ordered, pointing to the ground just in front of his seat. Silently Zulrea obeyed, rising to her feet and moving to stand exactly where the chieftain instructed her. Licking his lips Gan'zulah slowly stroked his maleness, the blue troll dick slowly responding to the stimulation and growing hard again. Zulrea remained still as he worked himself up to another erection, remembering that first day of freedom with Erika. "Turn around," he told her simply. Still pumping his shaft he watched as she did as commanded, revealing the soft blue curves of her rear. The firelight gave her lighter skin an alluring glow that entranced the eye, giving her a mystical aspect. "Such a beautiful ass," Gan'zulah stated as he ran his free hand over her bottom. Zulrea fought down the urge to recoil from his touch, stoically enduring his dirty fingers probing her buttocks and inner thighs.

"Now be a good girl and sit down in mah lap," Gan'zulah laughed as he spread his legs a bit wider and held his maleness upright, the shaft still slick with semen and saliva. Expecting to hear the command did nothing to stop the wave of trepidation that crawled up her spine. Hesitantly Zulrea began to lower herself down, his hands guiding her towards his crotch. Zulrea fought down a whimper when the rigid cock slid up between her ass cheeks, the sensation reminding her of just how long it had been since the last time she had been taken there. Often Baria had made her crawl around on all fours and act like an animal before finally rutting roughly with her, treating Zulrea like a mindless beast in heat.

Gan'zulah tightened his grip on the female's hips, holding her firmly in place as the weight of her body began to force her down onto his eager maleness. Slowly the dark-blue anus began to give way in the face of physics and spread over the head of the chieftain's prick. Inevitably his efforts were successful and after only a few seconds of resistance the tip of his member pushed into Zulrea's ass. Despite her determination to remain silent the rough entry into her bottom forced a gasp from her lips, drawing Gan'zulah to lean in and lick the back of her neck with lewd amusement. "Da women of da tribe are too proud to take it up da ass," Gan'zulah growled, brushing his hand over her blue skin; almost the same color as his own. "They or their kin would kill you if tried. Only slaves and whores use da ass for sex. But you, you look so much like them... I think I'll enjoy imagining I'm fucking a few of da tribeswomen." No longer content to let gravity run its course he pulled down on her middle, slamming her rear into his lap with the soft smack of flesh hitting flesh and sheathing his entire length into her ass.

Zulrea couldn't even attempt to stay silent, grunting in pain at the harsh sodomy. Gan'zulah didn't give her time to grow used to the invading troll-meat as he lifted her body up a few inches before dropping her back down into his lap. Whimpering in agony as her butt was stuffed again and again, only the months of abuse at the hands of the centaur kept Zulrea from trying to fight back and escape. She was at the troll's mercy, and physical resistance would only lead to harsher treatment or physical bindings. The saliva and spunk left on his dick hadn't been enough to properly lubricate her ass, making each thrust burn as it clawed deep into her bowels. "Oh I'm gonna make your ass raw tonight, little one!" Gan'zulah laughed as he lifted her even higher before dropping her. Zulrea gritted her teeth against the pain, knowing full well that it was no idle threat.

- - - - -

"What do you mean you are the beast!?" Grisha demanded, the volume in her voice enough to force Heinrich to shush her. "Light be quite!" he snapped, hands help up to placate her as he moved back into the tent. "I've been... cursed. Every full and new moon I... transform into some kind of beast," Heinrich began to explain in carefully low tones. "What, like one of them Worgen-watzits?" interrupted Grisha, distrust etched into her features as she looked back at the human skeptically. "No. It's something different as far as I can tell. I don't really understand all the details myself. I don't keep any memories of when I'm... changed... so I don't even know what I look like."

Grisha raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then how do you know you are cursed in the first place?"

"I just know, alright?" Heinrich replied, a hint of arrogance entering his voice at the constant interruptions. "A few weeks ago I was exploring some of the ruins nearby with a small team from Stormwind. We had reports of a fresh sit that hadn't been looted yet, but we feared that others might get to it first. So much knowledge has been lost to the ravages of time or the greed of treasure-hunters and goblin industries," he paused for a moment as he looked at Grisha, "that we couldn't risk losing this one as well. So little is properly understood about the ancient troll civilizations that we needed to get there fast. Thus we decided to move quickly with a small core team and, if the rumors were true, we could summon others to us at a later date. And we were in luck; it was indeed virgin territory. The entrance was a small cave that shielded the site from the hungry jungle fauna and erosion. It was old. Very old. And soon enough we had begun unearthing some fantastic artifacts."

Heinrich paused again as he breathed deeply, calming himself before continuing. "From the decorations and items we found, it looked to be an ancient temple. It was astonishingly well preserved, and as we pushed deeper we began to encounter artwork and carvings that depicted trolls giving tribute to and praying towards a small scepter. It was a visual history of the temple that didn't answer much at the time. Further down the wall there was more, showing what we assumed were priests standing before the others, while some large... monster was behind the priests holding the same scepter. The drawings were crude so we couldn't make out any good details, but it seemed to be a physical manifestation of their god. As we neared the heart of the complex the runes grew cruder and more horrific. It seemed the god they had been praying to had begun feasting on the trolls. There were depictions of long boneless arms pulling them towards some central maw, and each time the number of praying trolls decreased. The last few panels were left unfinished, but by then we had reached the very center of the temple. And there it was, the scepter. It was small, only about so long," he illustrated with his hands for Grisha, "but it was solid gold and covered in gems."

The goblin's ears perked up at this revelation but, to Heinrich's relief, refrained from interrupting again. "The team leader had ordered me to retrieve it, as it would be the proof we needed to get more support and funding for our research. But in our haste we ignored the latent magical energies within the room, a mistake that is unconscionable for any respectable archeologist. After all, it's almost impossible to locate some ancient religious site that is not protected by charms, curses, or other defensive matters. And the second I picked up the scepter I... blacked out," he finished lamely.

The two of them stared at each other. "You just... blacked out?"

"Yes."

"What? That's it? Come on man, finish the damn story," she hissed. "You can't end it like that. How did you know you were some mythical beast?"

"It's hard for me to talk about, ok?" he retorted angrily. "Look, I blacked out when I picked up the scepter. I don't know how long I was... out, but when I woke up I was near the entrance to the temple. I was laying in the shards of broken pottery and was laying in a puddle of some foul liquid. Going back in I found the rest of my team... all of them had been torn apart. It was... horrific. I panicked, thinking I was in danger and I fled with nothing but the clothes I'm wearing now. But the moment I left the cave I found myself standing in the moonlight, and a surge of energy filled me before I went unconscious again. The next time I awoke I was here, bound tightly by these trolls. I spoke enough of their language to communicate and it was they who told me what I was. Cursed by a shunned god, I would transform at the apex of the moon's phases into a ravenous beast. Their shaman had shown me some of that liquid you have there," he gestured to the clay vial in her hands, "and told me it was a temporary reprieve from the curse. It immediately transforms me back by neutralizing the curse, but only temporarily."

"They didn't need to keep me bound because I couldn't escape; once you transform you don't change back until you are either killed or you physically contact the salve. Evidently I had been saved the first time when I had tried to escape the temple after killing my compatriots: the liquid I had been sitting in after my initial transformation was some of the same salve the shaman's had. I didn't want to escape and then kill anyone, and they hinted at having a real cure. But after the first few weeks I realized they were just stringing me along to keep me obedient. On nights where I would change they often used me in their ritual sacrifices, though I have no memory of these events."

Looking down at the vial Grisha coughed softly. "So, um, how is smearing this on my friends going to protect us?" she asked.

"I will transform and attack them, but the moment I touch any of their bodies I'll change back. Only one or two guards will be there with their own supplies of the salve to return me to normal after the sacrifice. The rest of the tribe are too concerned about my beast side attacking them and not the chosen sacrifices. I'll bury weapons there so we can fight, and after we overcome those two we can make our escape before they realize what is happening. It's the best chance any of us have of getting out of here alive."

"But how long does the salve take to work? I mean what will save Erika or Cyli if you take a big bite out of them first?" Grisha asked, and Heinrich nodded. "Yes, I know it's a risk, but the odds are better than leaving them to their fate. If you can't reach them and pour that over them, then they will get devoured. And if I don't show up to transform, then they will just be executed in punishment. Now stay quiet and get some rest, I'll be back soon with the map and food I promised." Heinrich stood up and silently slid from the tent, careful to not open the flap far enough to possible reveal the goblin inside.

Sighing in resignation Grisha securely placed the vial in one of her pockets before she found a seat atop one of the piles of canvas, nervously rubbing her hands together. "I really don't want to lower myself to the cliché and say 'I've god a bad feeling about this', but..."

- - - - -

Erika stared down at the bound jungle troll as she licked her dry lips, unable to move any closer. The other woman's nethers were prominently displayed by the device she was strapped into, the small tuft of red-hair above her feminine mound contrasting sharply with the softer blues of her skin. Part of Erika responded on a physical level to the night of the troll's naked body, yet her unwillingness to rape the girl kept her from getting aroused. Mentally Erika knew she needed to proceed if she wanted to save the girls life... but her feet were rooted to the spot. The troll was slowly recovering from the blow to the head as her eyes tried to focus on the room around her. Looking into her face Erika realized she couldn't do it. Gods she knew she was killing the girl, but she couldn't sexually assault the girl. She still woke in the night with nightmares about losing control of her body and forcing herself on others; the shame was enough to keep her from moving forward.

"Hmmm... I thinking you be needing some encouragement," the twisted shaman announced from her seat beside the scrimshawed skulls. She called out suddenly in her own harsh language and a moment later a naked human entered the shaman's shack with her head bowed submissively. Looking at her Erika knew the woman was young, her body lean but not emaciated, leaving the womanly curves on her dark mahogany flesh intact. But the lines under her eyes and the empty stare she returned were ancient, telling a story of years of abuse and slavery at the hands of the trolls. "Dis here be one of de slaves you'll be blessing tonight," the shaman announced to Erika before barking a few commands at the human. "She will help you save da girl's life."

Walking over to Erika the woman kneeled beside her and, without any delicacy or hesitation, wrapped her hands around the tauren's dark-furred sheath and began stroking it. Erika's gasped as the ebon head of her member began to rise upwards to reveal itself, and the human quickly shifted her grip to the more sensitive dick flesh. The slave's movements were economical and business like; she was just following orders and trying to get the tauren hard as quickly as possible. This didn't keep it from feeling good, however, and Erika found her body responding to the human's touch with shameful ease. "Look, you don't..." Erika tried to plead with the woman but was cut off when she leaned in and began to suckle on her cock's flank, the slick warmth of her tongue driving Erika to thrust her hips into the human's hands.

Knowing the futility of the act Erika attempted to plead with the shaman regardless, desperate to keep herself from having to mate with the bound troll. "Please, this plan of yours will never work" the hunter argued. "There is no way I can get a troll pregnant. And e-even if I could," Erika stammered slightly when the slave slide one hand up behind her heavy testicles to brush over the lips of her hidden fem-sex, "then she couldn't stay pregnant. I mean she can't give birth to a calf! It's impossible; she is too small!" The shaman only laughed at Erika's words, her voice given an otherworldly timbre by the wooden mask. "Dat not be your concern. You be looking ready; now stick dat serpent in da slaves body, or I'll cut her throat right here," she produced the knife for extra incentive as she warned Erika of the consequences of disobeying. With another sharp command the human released her hands from Erika's flesh and scooted backwards obediently.

Knowing she had little choice Erika obeyed, unwillingly shuffling her feet forward and moving herself in between the bound troll's spread legs. Her veined cock swayed in the air from the slight movement, drawing the attention of the slave's unfocused eyes. Slowly the world swam into focus, and the troll's eyes nearly popped from her scull as she realized what she was looking at. Muffled screams filled the tent as the troll struggled against her bindings, her eyes locked onto a penis bigger than any she had seen before. "Oh spirits I'm sorry, but she is going to kill you if I don't" Erika begged for the struggling woman's forgiveness as she wrapped a hand around her shaft and angled it downward to brush over the troll's nethers.

The moment Erika's erection made contact with the troll's body the inked designs the shaman had drawn on her belly flashed with a momentarily blinding light, forcing Erika to shield her eyes with her free hand as she took a protective step back. "What the hell was that!?" Erika shouted in surprise. Blinking her eyes rapidly to return her sight Erika looked over at the shaman, who returned her gaze without answering. Even with her face hidden behind the mask Erika would have bet everything she owned that the crone was mocking her with a big smile. She only pointed one long finger at the slave. Turning back to the woman Erika was shocked to see her writhing in ecstasy, her womanhood glistening with her juices as the pattern on her flesh glowed with a dark red inner light. Looking up at Erika the troll gave another muffled cry, but this time Erika could recognize the hungry lust in her eyes.

Returning to her earlier position Erika guided the head of her cock down to the troll's slick pussy, wary of any other surprises but finding none. The troll began vainly pushing her lower half down in a desperate attempt to drive the tauren's length into her body, fighting against her tight bindings. "I know you want this now, but... I'm still sorry," Erika apologized as tent was filled with the sharp scent of the troll's magically caused orgasm.

Unable to hold back any longer Erika began to push against the slave's now willing sex, the girth of her organ frighteningly out of scale with the troll's cunt. Yet Erika's experiences with Zulrea had taught her that troll's certainly had a knack for accommodating more than one might first assume. Juices poured over the head of her erection from the slave's convulsing sex as the pressure increased, her labia stretching wider around the tauren's onyx cock as the body's resistance began to weaken. Pushing harder Erika was caught off-guard when the slave's pussy finally relented and the first few inches of her maleness stabbed into the woman's wet hole. The troll shrieked as her womanhood was expanded further than ever before by the monstrous dick, her muscles immediately grasping tight against Erika's shaft as another orgasm exploded in her mind. Her nerves were on fire as her libido ran amok, each touch of the tauren's flesh enough to make her moan in pleasure.

Pulling back slightly Erika thrust back into the troll's tight sex, growing bolder as she realized how much pleasure the slave was receiving. Erika knew it was only the effects of whatever jungle magic the shaman practiced, but with so little pleasure within a slave's life Erika decided she would do what she could to make the slave enjoy it while it lasted. It didn't hurt that the pussy felt divine sheathed around her bovine cock, each orgasm a ripple of muscles that managed to squeeze her dick even tighter. Erika thrust again and again, each time pulling out till just the end of her member was left inside the slave, and each time managing to cram another inch or two into the woman's folds. Sliding one hand over the troll's blue stomach Erika could feel the slight bulge of the outline of her cock move up towards the bellybutton, not surprised at how much she was stretching the woman.

Sliding that hand down a little lower Erika placed her fingers over the troll's engorged clit and began to toy with the small nub. With her hypersensitive body it was enough to send the slave into a series of crashing orgasms, her shouts and moans softened by the gag in her mouth. Each time Erika pushed forward there was a wet squelching noise as more of the troll's nectar squirted out around the giant invader, escaping the tight seal of her flesh around Erika's prick.

The shaman idly fingered herself as she watched the mating, impressed by how arousing the sight was. She had not imagined how delicious it would be too see the bull-cow in action; Erika was as big as three or four of their most endowed males put together! Looking past the tauren as she fucked the bound troll the shaman spotted the human sitting on the ground furtively trying to watch the two as well. Erika heard the shaman shout a command but ignored it as she pumped more of herself into the troll slave, groaning as half her length disappeared into the insatiable cunt. The groan transformed into a much higher-pitched moan when the human stuffed her face into Erika's groin from behind, her tongue sliding up the back of Erika's ball sack before switching to taste her own fem sex.

"Oh gods does it feel good!" Erika announced, lowering herself down slightly to drive more of the human's tongue into her folds. With the troll climaxing every few seconds and the human eating her out, Erika knew she wouldn't last much longer. Already her balls were aching for release as she held off as long as she could; each orgasm she gave the troll was a gift to the enslaved woman. Yet she could only last a few minutes more until she buried herself as deep as she could and let herself go with a loud shout. The length of heavy tauren cock within the troll pulsated, the cum vein at the bottom of her dick swelling as thick blasts of her cream exploded within the woman. Pressed firmly against the slave's cervix Erika's potent seed rapidly filled her womb with hot liquid warmth as her stomach began to expand with the internal pressure. The troll was locked in an endless loop of pleasure as her belly distended with Erika's cum. Only when she began to look positively pregnant did the seal around the tauren's dick fail, sending streams of semen blasting out over Erika's balls and thighs. Even the human received some over her upper torso and breasts, yet she wouldn't stop her oral attention until the shaman commanded her.

The red glow from the ink on the troll's bulging belly faded as she withdrew her dick from her punished hole, her member soiled with the fluids from both women. Rising to her feet the troll shouted twice, sending the human to stand next to the bound troll as two guards marched over. Panting heavily Erika just watched as they guards undid the slave's bindings, pulling her unconscious body from the device as a thick stream of white semen drained from her brutalized sex. As she was led away the human climbed up into the device, calmly allowing the shaman to lock her into the device as some of Erika's spunk ran down her dark torso. The shaman immediately repeated her earlier work, drawing the same pattern onto the human's naked belly as the hunter watched.

"Now you breed dis one too," the shaman commanded Erika as she stepped back, the design complete. "Wait... don't I at least get a break?" Erika whined in protest, but the shaman just withdrew her knife in response. "Be quiet and get ta work; you have many more slaves ta go!"