Gorlak gestures widely at the cave, "Welcome to my home. It's not much... but then again, I suppose you won't be around long enough to mind the damp or the darkness too much." You pretend to miss the foreboding implication of his last statement as you stand and dust yourself off. The troll nudges you toward the cave, "Go on, don't be timid. My wife is waiting inside, and boy will she be happy to see what I brought for her dinner." You give a pleading look to your captor before stumbling forward into the cave. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the torchlight, and once they do, you find yourself wishing they hadn't. Strewn across the floor of the cavern are the shattered bones of countless other humans. Rusted shackles hang from the rough stone walls... on the bright side, playing dumb has probably kept Gorlak from chaining you up. A large fire crackles in the center of the cave, the massive form of Gorlak's wife silhouetted against the flames as she tends her hearth. You squint, trying to make out the details of her appearance, but she saves you the effort as she stands to her full height and steps into the flickering glow of torchlight. Like her husband, she has distinctive troll-like features... pointy ears, brilliant green skin, towering height, and a complete lack of hair aside from a single long black braid hanging all the way to her waist. However, you find yourself gawking at the determinately feminine aspects of her features. Rather than having a lean muscular figure like Gorlak's, this troll is all curves. The toned contours of her legs lead to wide-set hips and an unbelievably plump rear end. The troll has a slight pot belly, which jiggles slightly as she strides toward you (you find yourself involuntarily aroused as you think about what kind of diet has given her this pudgy midsection). And her breasts... each several times the size of your head, they glisten with sweat from tending the fire, her dark green nipples jutting forth invitingly from the expanse of emerald flesh. A throaty laugh echoes through the cave as she notices you for the first time.
"Oh, Gorlak, darling... did you bring me a dinner guest?" She saunters up to you, and stares domineeringly down. You find your eyes uncontrollably drawn toward the plump green folds between the troll's legs, her sex mere feet from you and level with your head. She grunts in mock annoyance, "Now, now... it's rude to stare." Even as she says this, she shifts her weight, separating her thighs enough for you to get a clearer view. "Name's Zarah Bonegrinder."
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bonegrinder."
"Hahaha... I'm sure you are, my scrumptious little dinner guest. Now, Gorlak here probably told you that our last name's just for show. Makes us sound more troll-ish and all that. I think I should warn you that he only says that because I'm the one that earned us the name Bonegrinder." Zarah circles you like a jungle cat stalking its prey. You stand perfectly still as she steps up behind you and rests a powerful hand on your shoulder, her other stroking your cheek affectionately. "Would you like to know why people call me Zarah Bonegrinder?" You stare down at the frozen scream of a human skull that rests at your feet.
"I th-th-think I can g-guess." Zarah follows your gaze to the bone-strewn floor and bursts out laughing.
"Hahahahaha!!! No, not at all my dear." The hand that rests on your shoulder begins to snake its way down your chest, stroking and teasing your skin as it moves across your body. You shut your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest as the troll's fingers delicately graze the shaft of your rigid penis. Zarah leans in close, her breath hot against your face as she whispers into your ear, "Wrong type of bone." Gorlak clears his throat loudly, and Zarah turns to face him. "What? I'm just having some fun with him. And he's not really big enough to share." Her husband gives an annoyed grunt and crosses his arms. Zarah rolls her eyes in response. "Fine. If that's how you're going to be, go out and get your own. You know that I prefer to dine in private anyways."
Gorlak skulks toward the exit, grumbling in protest under his breath. "I go out hunting and find a nice, young, supple morsel wandering around naked in the woods, and what do I do? Do I have my way with him then and there? No. No... I think to myself, what about your darling wife, Gorlak? She just loves the young and clueless ones. Surely, she'll be satisfied sharing such a fine prize with her thoughtful husband. But no. She wants him all to herself. And touching him like that... well, it's enough to make a troll jealous."
Zarah shoots a poisonous glance at Gorlak and snarls, "Don't play dumb with me. You know good and well what I do with the boys you bring home for dinner." She softens her expression and chuckles under her breath. "Besides, you've always preferred having girls as dinner guests. Maybe you'll find one of those juicy schoolgirls from up the hill wandering about lost in the woods. Wouldn't that be nice, dearest?" You think of Samantha, alone in the woods without a clue of the danger that lurks in the shadows. All you can do is pray that Gorlak doesn't find your friend.
"Fine, fine... I'll go back out and hunt. Have fun with him, darling." Gorlak pauses on his way out the cave door, turning back to his wife and grinning wolfishly. "Maybe you and I can have some fun of our own after we've eaten." Zarah tightens her grip on your shoulder and smirks deviously, rubbing her belly idly with her free hand.
"Count on it, darling." Gorlak winks at her and then ducks out of sight.
At last, you're alone with his wife. You try to steady your breathing, fighting your rising panic as you assess the situation. You're in the grip of a hungry, cruel, lustful troll that proclaims herself to be a "Bonegrinder." You don't know where in the Faybrook Woods you are (if you're even in the Faybrook Woods anymore). And you're in a cave with only one exit. Zarah strolls up to the mouth of the cave, gives you a long and hungry stare, and then rolls a giant boulder over the exit. So. You're in troll's cave without an exit. You're starting to think that playing dumb wasn't the best idea.
Zarah gives you the most terrifyingly predatory grin you could ever imagine and addresses you in a voice that drips with lust and countless dark desires. "So, shall we have some fun before dinner, human?" You feel a chill run down your spine and cold sweat forming on your bare skin, but you find yourself nodding in agreement. You seem to be out of options.
