Chanting, a spell and an evil mixture.

The old woman approached Kim and looked her over. She didn't recognize this captive and knew something was a miss. She glanced up the tone slender arms of the naked Kim to notice the loose bindings. She motioned to the two drunk men and said something Kim couldn't understand.

It was too late for Kim to move when she realized they were going for her wrists. The twine she have been gripping was wrapped multiple times around her wrists securing it harshly to the pole. The men tied it tight as Kim began squirming trying to break free. She had lost the game of deception and would now pay a steep price.

The woman dismissed the men and began chanting some foreign song. She rubbed liberally a smooth soft clay mixture over Kim's flat belly. Kim watched closely as the woman drew lines in the clay and strange symbols. The woman stopped and raised the bowl to the sky as she chanted louder. Kim felt her belly rumble and looked to her fellow prisoners. They both cast their eyes away from her knowing what fate Kim had now been destined for.

The woman stopped and turned leaving the three women tied to the breeding posts with something rapidly growing in all three of their wombs.