The Shaman takes Becky prisoner

Becky was still gasping for breath as the Shaman's cum oozed out of her. It had the same effect in her pussy as it had had on her face and in her mouth, leeching this strange, erotic energy into her through contact with her skin. In another context, the scientist in her would have been enthralled by this strange property. She had never heard of Gnoll cum being an aphrodisiac before. As it was, however, Becky just felt dazed and vaguely horny.

"You'll make a good toy, slut," the Shaman said, grinning another toothy grin, his orgasm seeming to have allow him some level of control back over himself. "The others will be eager to use you. Come."

With that, the Shaman rose to his feet, picking up his staff in one hand and pulling Becky up with the other. As the pleasant aphrodisiac aura still washed over Becky's mind, she felt no need to run or escape the the Gnoll in any way. Becky followed him down the tunnels drifting forward like she was in a dream. As the Gnoll's cum oozed out of her, however, she slowly started to regain her senses. By the time Becky was fully herself, though, she realized she was in way over her head.

They reached the end of the cave, and Becky's mind finally cleared to take in the scene in front of her. It was a massive open area, with a high ceiling and a broad open space in the center. Pelt covered tents lined many of the walls, while a big bonfire stood in the center of the area, with several of the Gnolls staring at it or doing tribal dances in front of it.

Outside of just the dozen or so Gnolls in the cavernous room, Becky spotted a couple human women as well. One, a red head with piercing green eyes, was on her knees in front of one of the Gnolls, sucking his cock with a hungry look in her eyes. The other was a large chested blonde woman, who Becky recognized as the blacksmith's daughter, Moriah. She was pinned between two of the Gnolls, one beneath her and one above her, rocking back and forth and screaming in delight as the Gnolls penetrate both her ass and pussy simultaneously.

Becky shuddered. This was clearly the fate the Shaman intended for her.

The Shaman lead her past most of the tents, fairly close by past Moriah. The two made eye contact for a moment, and Moriah gave her a wink before one of the Gnoll's resumed his thrusting, overwhelming her with lust once more. He lead her into a larger tent, where she found three women resting. Two were chained to a stalactite by their necks, while the third was just lounging around. The shaman barked something in a language she didn't understand, and another Gnoll brought over another collar and clamped it around Becky's neck.

"They'll treat you real good." the Shaman said, turning to head back toward his hut. "You'll be a broken whore like the rest of these sluts in no time."