Author's note: This is going to be a series although when I'd started writing it I'd intended it to be a stand-alone story... it seems to have taken on a life of it's own while I was writing though and I realized that it was going to need chapters. As a warning, there is no sex in this chapter, in fact there's nothing but hints and build-up... but I hope you enjoy anyway =)
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Carrie quietly marched with the rest of the girls from her village, many of whom were crying - although quietly after the last girl had been made an example of. She was tossed over one of the few horses, unable to walk after the whipping the trolls had given her. None of them knew what had happened to the men and other woman and children, probably they were in another train to be sold as slaves... the ones with her were all aged 18 to 35 and all of them were the prettiest women from the village. Curvy, long hair, fair-faced... a stark contrast to the knobbly grey skin and thick features of the trolls.
Shuddering, she watched as one of them slapped the ass of a girl ahead of her, all of them were naked and she could see the red hand print left on the girl's cheek. Chances were they were being taken to the troll village where they'd be parceled out to be concubines for the warriors... some of whom were actually half-human anyway.
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Trying to stifle tears of humiliation she stood on the selling block as a grotesque old troll with grey tufts of hair sticking from its pointed ears displayed her body. Mockingly it had her bend over and then pretended to be pushing its groin against the firm curves of her ass while the crowd of males whooped and cheered. Spreading her ass cheeks it pressed its finger into her pussy hole, making her wince as it dryly opened her up before it hit the barrier... fortunately that barrier was there otherwise he probably would have pressed his whole finger in like he had to the girl before her.
"This ones a virgin!" he screeched, "Prime takings! Plump thighs and a nice tight untouched hole!"
"But you just touched it!" bellowed on of the warriors and the crowd all laughed at his jest as the old troll turned her around, wagging his hand limply at the jeering crowd.
"Plump and tender!" he insisted, lifting her young breasts and pinching the nipples, "Just look at the way these little beauties respond!" It was true, her nipples hardened as he aassaulted them, but not because she was aroused... it hurt. The trolls didn't care though, they continued to call out lewd comments and their monetary offers - which had of course jumped considerably when she was announced to still be a virgin.
Tearfully Carrie looked out into the crowd of homely faces, large hands, pointed ears... thick lips and heavy jowls... her preciously guarded virginity would be lost to one of these.
Suddenly a booming voice called out, "500 frenicks!" and the crowd hushed with awe at the largess. Looking back through her tears, Carrie was shocked to see a handsome man, dressed only in a loin clothe and a golden collar around his neck. He was very well muscled and she wondered who on earth he was that he stood in a crowd of trolls without any fear at all. A whisper was going through the crowd and she heard, "King's", "slave" and "new concubine"... she wasn't quite sure but she got the impression that he'd been sent there by the King of the Trolls in order to purchase a new concubine. It made sense that the King would have human slaves to do his bidding... and that he would want a human concubine.
Over to the side she could see where the troll matrons were sniffing their disgust even as they watched eagerly... she'd heard that they pretended to be upset over the addition of female humans to their household, but the truth was far from. They made the slaves do all the work they normally did - and not only that, but the girls were sometimes forced to pleasure the troll women as well as the troll men. Shuddering in disgust, she prayed to be bought by the King - there was never a Troll Queen, only his concubines. She'd much rather be a concubine to a troll without a female attached, it was bad enough in the first place without making things even more degrading.
It appeared that none of the other trolls were going to gainsay a representative of their king - even if they did have the money (which most of them wouldn't.) And so the old troll handed her off to handsome man after collecting the hefty amount. Ignoring her shy smile the man took the leash to her collar and started leading her back to the carriage that he had come in.
She attempted to speak with him on the ride to the castle, and asked him to take the ropes off of her at least - promising she wouldn't run - but all he did was stare at the window. Even the trolls hadn't ignored her like this on the way to the auction. Grimly she shut her mouth and watched the landscape pass by, all the way to the forbidding stone keep on the top of the hill.
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