Try to run past the troll

Trolls are as slow as they are stupid and ugly. Surprise and quickness could be on your side. You feint to the left, then to the right. The troll stares stupidly at you and doesn't move. Running toward him, he puts out both arms, blocking your escape on both sides. You drop to the ground and scramble between his legs, but he surprises you and catches you by the ankle, dragging you back and lifting you into the air.

You thrash and kick until you're out of breath, but it does no good. The big brute has a grip that could crush rocks. Exhausted, you dangle from his fist and wait for him to decided what to do with you.

The troll looks from you to his cock, then back to you. A slow, stupid grin spreads across his face, and you find yourself turned upright again. He shoves you against the wall, one giant hand gripping your neck and holding your face against the cold stones. You realize what he's about to and a scream catches in your throat. Adventurers do not scream -- Rule #6.

The thick head of his cock pushes between your ass cheeks and presses against your tight pucker.

"No! Stop! Please!" you shout and the troll makes a happy, grunting sound.

"Scream good, hoo-man," he says, his voice rough and his breath foul. "Boss-man give Targ meat. Scream more."

"Targ meat?" you ask, not understanding.

The troll laughs, warm spittle splattering your back. "Me Targ," he says. "Targ get meat of cow, pig, deer. Hoo-man get Targ meat." He rubs the head of his cock against your clenched asshole and you suddenly understand, the evil sorcerer is paying him to violate you!