7 The Trolls of the Chamber

Depths of the Hidden Chamber

The adventure of gloomy depths still continued with the Black Tears squad. The coldness within the chamber had drifted around them as they could feel the fear was chasing behind, but they had to pursue further investigation by rescuing other slaves who were still imprisoned in the depths of its chamber.

The assigned members were:

Rachel, who was the purple-haired leader,

Camelia, who was the most intelligent member with her eyeglasses and blue hair,

Maria, who was the slender yet muscular woman with her brunette hair,

Haru, who was the pink-haired bob cut woman,

Clement, who was the blonde woman,

and finally Eliza with her scarlet hair.

While Maria was escorting the victimized slave woman awhile ago, the rest of the members were continuously reaching the depths of the dungeon where most slaves were being stored and prepared for the delivery. Their individual who had the highest position among all of their division had totally obliterated the bandits who formerly lived within and around the mansion.  They imagined that she was the crimson-eyed lady with a demonic complexion and her alluring body.

And it filled the hidden chamber, located under the garden of the mansion with trolls who had their pointy noses and ears that similarly yet monstrously resembled elves alike. Although the biological classification was far different between the two races, the theory regarding their similarities was still a mystery.

Once again, Rachel led first among the others because she got the utmost hand in which she could identify the danger while prowling to the depths of the dungeon. She also served herself as the protector with Camelia by her side. It did not look like she was struggling for a bit, but she apparently felt enraged because of a certain incident that happened a while ago.

"(These shitheads need to reveal themselves before any casualties might add up to this case!)"

Rachel thought the trolls were just a mere creature who only could make trouble throughout the forest areas, but they actually also harassed humans because of their heavy instincts upon seeing a human being crossing nearby. There were many common cases that most human villagers who lived nearby the territory of the troll had declared M.I.A (Missing-in-action). Rachel had enthralled these incidents.

Meanwhile, the other squadmates behind her still felt the chill of fear within their spine because of their possibilities that they might just end their life here or not. However, to Rachel's perspective, these convictions would be a big excuse for self-deprivation. Their death would become unreasonable to consider it a sacrifice or accident.

"Stop!! My womb hurts so much!!"

They heard a woman who somehow screamed in pain from their distance — rather there were multiple moaning voices belonging to a majority of female captives. It looked like they already reached closer to the dungeon. Perhaps that this chamber had mating sessions.

Rachel raised her left hand and swayed her arm vertically — it was used to signal as rushing up to their certain aim.

So the subordinates followed Rachel's procedures to move forward hurriedly.

Despite the footsteps being loudly heard, all they cared for now, was to save human's lives whom the bandits imprisoned them in the chamber.

Among all the one who sprinted hurriedly, Camelia was the fastest one since she overtook Rachel's racing position to the second place. Her motive to rush was heftier than Rachel, but the background of her remained questionable other than she was born orphan while she knew her parents even after their death. That was the only thing she had said to Rachel about her past, yet her reason was not sensually expandable. The sole thing for her was to shove away for a bit and focus on the mission.

"Tch."

While Camelia ran fastly with best as she got, Rachel clicked her tongue and glared at her. She envied her for a bit because Camelia seemed to act like a leader despite Rachel supposed to bear the role as the leader, although Camelia herself had no intentions to overthrow the leadership from Rachel.

"Catching up hurriedly is the best choice, my lady," said Clement while meeting the same meter between them. "Camelia is such a sweet person who would allow no sacrifices to be wastefully naught."

"There is no problem with Camelia," sighed Rachel. "I was just feeling ashamed around her despite being a leader of the Black Tears squad. She always had the upper hand every time she cocks for it."

"Don't feel inferior to her. You are our leader here who can drive us to the same goal as ours. It's just that…. Camelia has her mind to approach as soon as she can."

"(Then just get back away from me. You fucking bitch!)"

Rachel felt competent towards Camelia. It looked like most of their squad mates were looking towards her instead of her leader, but the actuality remained unsure. Although Clement had somehow sympathized with her, Rachel's impression was still yet bothersome.

"I have spotted a group of trolls," announced Camelia while peeking behind the wall "There are 5 of them. Each troll has multiple female slaves that seem to force them with mating beforehand."

There were multiple barred cells that filled with many female slaves. They had climaxed, some of them with the troll's semen coating their entire body while others might wait for their reservation. They were unconsciously passive because of the isolation that hurled them with a dilemma. Although the casualties were unidentifiable, they had to verify the methods on how the trolls were physically thrusting to their sexual bodily organs.

"Are there any possibilities to engage?" asked Eliza while summoning her two daggers.

"Safe possibilities are not considerable," replied Camelia while adjusting her glasses. "But these trolls seemed to delight with these slaves for a long time."

"Oh god. This is horrible--"

"Stay calm. We are not sure if they tormented them or not."

Camelia suggested waiting for the clear opening.

But for Rachel, it was the opposite. Instead of listening to her ideas, she had to grab a chance to obliterate them.

"What are we waiting for? We cannot stand ourselves idly," said Rachel while summoning her blade. "These women need to be saved as soon as possible."

With that, Rachel made her first charge towards the trolls. She drew her sword towards the nearest busy trolls who had their cocks stuck inside their partner's vagina and indulged to their utmost lust. For that, she rushed while swinging her sword and aiming it through their head. She had excellent ability regarding her ability, but Camelia still had some doubts based on her assumption.

"I guess she's right," sighed Camelia while drawing her first arrow. "However, the numbers are not sure. We'll just expect something more will be coming."

"Looking out some doors is our precaution for now," said Clement with her vigilant glare. "Staying behind could be helpless if our aim has not been cleared yet."

"Just get this work done already!!"

Rachel ferociously cried as she continued to charge towards the unarmed trolls. The rest of them might provide her back-up or head on to the remaining ones. It would take them in a moment to exterminate them completely receiving no harm, but only if the reinforcements made them futile to do so. The vicinity of what happened had caused them to feel enraged because they could feel how painful it was to them while the bandits abducted them despite their innocence because of their self-indulgence regardless of its harm.

Combining their manpower, the result was a success without a single injury except for the slaves who died from their sexual torment.

"Heh… I wish they deserved to go to hell," deliriously chuckled Rachel. "Looks like their casualties were equivalent to these thousand of sluts here."

Meanwhile, there were some bodies who had no breaths to live. The pulses of theirs were no longer pump as it had reached them far beyond the limits. As a result, blood came out from something vigorous with a thrust of painful prickle.

"Oh my, some of them have bloodstains coming from their genitals," Clement gasped while covering her mouth with her right hand. "It seems that they had been physically spent because of its enormous size of troll's dick that could thrust through their vagina until its uterus."

"Some of them had unfortunately died as of now," said Eliza, who checked the pulses of the unconscious slaves. "It seems the pain had made their blood overflow beyond the normal limit."

"Shit! Better let these trolls go to hell!"

Rachel clenched her fist and threw it at the nearest wall. The existence of trolls infuriated her until she could drive her own soul and drag them to the deepest of its abyss. Whatever they did was too despicable for her to spill their blood on her face. Thus, she had something that made her preoccupied — the familiar nightmare which she did not want to see it over again.

Clement patted her shoulder while showing herself with her pitiful face.

"My lady, there's nothing we can do. Let it be. Some of them may die, but at least others had survived by the time of our arrival."

Rachel swayed her shoulder back to Clement as she threw her tapping hand. Her agony had still clouded on her mind.

"We cannot let these trolls be! Give them a paltry excuse or else your body will force you to sell yourself and die in your rotten flesh! If you really want to try it, let these dead women be the example of what fate it shows around you!"

Clement had no choice but to shut her own mouth. She made Rachel bow to release her stress because she could not handle much as she had to do.

"I know what things might drive you crazy," Clement approached Rachel and tapped her two hands onto her shoulder. "I never wanted to repeatedly say it back about your traumatic background overall again. Your cruel adversity doesn't carry such a burden to the hands of their vile indulgence. That's why Lady Juliette crowned you a leader to carry them and me to your victorious ideals and never let the sacrifices be for naught."

Rachel left with no words other than she slightly nodded with her clenching teeth.

Clement, addressing her dear companion as "My lady" had considered her as a habit because she was far ahead from her dear friend, but she chose not to care about it and enjoy whatever she wanted to do.

"The reinforcements may come soon enough," said Camelia while hearing multiple footsteps. "Eyeing the door is the best prevention of our deprivation. Measure it at once."

The rest of the squadmates agreeably nodded except their leader slowly turned her head and eyes to the door where the footsteps might come. Camelia made herself a substitute leader while the major one slightly felt adrift.

Once again, the Black Tears squad should never let the acceptance of sacrifice to end each of their breat