An Encounter with El Trauco
In the dark forests of faraway places legends are born that invoke fear and trepidation in the local people, but scorn and disbelief in the wider community. On Chiloé, a group of islands off the south of Chile, such a legend exists. The locals speak of a gnome like creature they call ‘El Trauco’ that preys on their young women.
Such legends always fascinated Dr Anthony Thatcher, a renowned English Archaeologist who had spent his life trying to find proof of the existence of such creatures, and to unravel primitive beliefs about ancient monsters. So he arrived on Chiloé with his daughter as part of a scouting party for a new expedition later that year because some interesting artefacts had been discovered in some remote caves.
It was hoped that these artefacts may point to the root of these primitive beliefs the locals still held about sexually potent gnomes that target virgins and essentially rapes them with the goal of making them pregnant. Dr Thatcher himself was sure there was no truth to the legends as in all the years man has been uncovering the past, no remains of any creatures like this has ever been found.
Miss Lily Thatcher was excited as they landed on the Isla Grande de Chiloé which is the largest of a group of islands that form the misty, verdant archipelago of Chiloé. Lily had just finished High School and had been accepted into the prestigious English University of Cambridge. Her family of course were very proud and that was why her Father brought her on this trip as a reward for her achievements.
Lily was a pretty English rose with long black hair, 5′ 5″ (165cm), 121 pounds (55Kgs) with small breast’s but quite curvy in her way. She has had several boyfriends during her high school years but due to her strict upbringing the most she had ever done with a boy was kissing. Unlike some girls she had not channelled her energy into boys and fashion as a teenager, but into academia mostly and of course horse riding which was he favourite hobby.
“What do you think?” her father asked her as their taxi sped through tight streets that hugged a rugged coast with dwellings huddled together that looked crowded and about to fall down on top of them.
“This place is amazing. Not like home that is for sure,” she smiled nice white teeth.
“Wait until you see the caves we are going to tomorrow. They will blow your mind,” he enthused.
“Dad, is it true the locals believe in gnomes? I mean believe they are alive and walking around?” she asked amused.
Her Father laughed, “They have a few stories that I think are designed to frighten little children rather having any basis in fact. Archaeologists and Palaeontologists have never found anything that validates their stories and we have been working this place for years.”
“That doesn’t mean they aren’t true though,” Lily said teasingly poking him in the ribs with her elbow.
“Ahhh the first tool an Archaeologist needs is an open mind. If we do happen to find some of their remains then we would certainly become famous.”
“Maybe we will find them on this trip? That would be cool.”
“It would certainly help increase the funding I have for the expedition in June that’s for sure. If you see one then let me know. Deal?” he said with a smirk holding out his hand.
“Deal,” she said taking his hand ands shaking it.
The next day a helicopter took them to a field high up on a mountain and they climbed out and watched it depart. It was cool up here but in a weird way still humid. Not exactly like the tropics but as they looked around heavy rain clouds swirled and dumped their loads an all and sundry. A Jeep came out of the trees on a small track and eventually pulled up in front of them and inside was Manuel, a local man who was acting as a guide.
“Good day Professor and this must be Lily eh?” he said with a toothy smile.
They exchanged pleasantries and the Jeep took off over the rough terrain and into the forest. The trip took a while as the road was pretty rough and calling it a road was very loose use of that word to be honest. But eventually they arrived at a camp set up outside a large cave opening with a few men milling about and several fires burning. How they found dry wood in this dank wet place was something that amazed Lily.
She got out and enjoyed a hot cup of tea which was handed to her by a local man with a smile. To her surprise it was Earl Grey and as she drank it she had a sudden feeling of luxury amongst the rugged primitive beauty that was all around her. Her father was off immediately talking to another man she later learnt was Pablo, an Archaeologist from a University in Santiago. He didn’t seem too pleased to see Lily was there, and she overheard him tell her Father that it wasn’t wise to bring a young inexperienced women to these places.
She felt hurt as she was only there to support her father, and inexperience in Archaeology should not be an issue as all she will be doing is some grunt work which seemed fine for these inexperienced locals here. Lily heard her Father poo poo Pablo saying he didn’t believe in all that nonsense and Lily should be fine. Pablo shrugged and made it pretty clear that if anything happens be it on his head.
Lily didn’t really get what Pablo was so worried about? What could happen while digging around in a dirty old cave?
After a week of painstaking survey of the inside of the cave with a few odds and ends that seemed to excite her Father and Pablo (but not her) she had to admit she was starting to get a bored. In her mind when agreeing to come on this trip she was maybe thinking of South American beaches and hunky guys, but here she was stuck up on the side of a wet dank mountain waddling around in mud, rubble and what was essentially bat crap.
There was a table in the middle of the camp under a big awning with what looked like to her bits of rock laid out on it yet her Father was excitedly trying to explain what all the bits meant. But even he could see that she didn’t really hold his interest in such things.
“Listen Lil, how about tomorrow instead of helping us you go for a walk down to the lake. I am told it is quite a beautiful place and there is a really huge waterfall there. I think you will like it. Take your camera and get some shots maybe? Find some gnomes for us eh?” he suggested warmly placing his arm on her shoulder.
“What if I get lost?” Lily said feeling a little alarmed but excited.
“Well I could send one of the men with you but they have been going there twice a day for over a week now to get water for us, so I am sure the path will be easy to follow,” he said.
So the next day after breakfast Lily grabbed her camera, a small backpack shoved with food, a compass, and some water; and headed off down a fresh looking trail that their helpers had been making on their trek to collect water. She had to admit this was just what the doctor ordered and the musky scent of the forest filled her with fresh enthusiasm.
The track was more difficult than what she imagined it would be and had to admit she had new-found respect for the local men who had been lugging buckets of water along it. She slipped a few times on the muddy soil and at other times hung on for her life as the incline was extremely dangerous. But after an hour she came to a large lake that was indeed fed by a majestic waterfall, and then water from this lake cascaded over a cliff down to another one a long way below.
It was breathtaking!
She walked around it and the water looked so clear and clean she could see fish in it (ones she recognised they had been eating). She took pictures of everything that grabbed her attention and there was loads of things. After a while she grew a little tired and took her back pack off and put her camera down and kicked off her shoes. Then she sat on a rock and dangled her feet in the water and to her utter surprise it was warm.
The water was warm!
The only explanation was that this was part of some hot springs but in a moment she had stripped off to her panties and bra and jumped in the water. It was just what she needed as she lay there swimming then floating and just being at peace with her surrounds. It was finally a holiday, she thought.
Then an eery feeling came over her. The feeling she was being watched.
She poked her head up and looked around but couldn’t see anyone!
“Is somebody there?” she called out. “It’s OK you can come out I am not nude!”
Still nothing except maybe she heard a grunt. A bit like a pig. Could it be a wild boar maybe come for a drink?
She tried to ignore it but the feeling was growing in her more and more and it turned into fear. So she headed back to the shore where her clothes were and got out of the water realising in her eagerness to dive in the lake she actually had no towel to dry off. Lily then reached down to where she left her clothes to find them gone.
“Oh Shit!” she said quietly. “Come on this is not funny. Give me my clothes back!” she screamed out looking about her voice echoing inside the canyon.
Then in the corner of her eye she seen something move in the bushes. “Ah ha! Gotcha!” she smiled and ran off in that direction bursting through the bushes into a mossy clearing to be confronted with a strangely dressed small boy leaning against a rock. He was wearing a big straw hat and with his head bent forward the brim covered his face.
She started to form a question in her mind in Portuguese and then said, “Menino você tem visto minhas roupas??” (Little boy, have you seen my clothes?).
The boy started to raise his head and the as the visage of his face was revealed Lily screamed in terror at his ugly goblin like face. It smiled pointy yellow teeth and it’s smell like that of a rotten corpse mixed with faeces hit her full on. Lily started to soil herself as she looked upon this ugly creature and terror froze her and rooted her firmly to the spot.
Then she made a fatal mistake, she looked it in the eyes.
It began to hobble towards her leering at her and looking at her up and down from its tiny height. The creature must only be 2′ 7″ (80cm) tall at the most, she thought. She could see he had no feet only stumps that looked more like branches than human features. It had stubby fingers with long dirty nails and wore a suite of fine-looking material like silk. It walked around her looking up at her particularly enjoying the view between her legs.
In her mind she wanted to run but her body wouldn’t move. It was like she was paralysed but still she stood there on display to this creature like a mannequin. She felt its course tongue lick the urine off her leg and heard grunts of happiness. Then it abruptly it spun around little fists painfully hitting the back of her knees and making them buckle. It then walked around her to face her yet she was still taller than it even on her knees.
It ripped off her bra and threw it behind him and started leering at her perky breasts. Her nipples were erect in the cool air which delighted it. It licked its lips and reached out with both hands and grabbed her breasts squeezing them hard. It grunted again with a smile but kept squeezing and then releasing, squeezing and then releasing and after five minutes of this it leant forward and bit on her nipple.
Still squeezing her smallish titties the creature nibbled on her nipples and flicked them with its tongue. But it didn’t bite so hard as to break the skin.
The stench of the creature was making her want to vomit and bile was rising to her throat as her head spun. It suddenly pushed her over and she fell backwards so her calves were pinned under her. Then she felt and heard her panties being torn off roughly while she laid there.
She couldn’t move a muscle to stop it. She couldn’t even scream anymore. She was like a rag doll. But she could feel everything being done to her.
She felt it touching her vagina, pulling her labia apart and sticking fingers inside her until she felt pain. The creature started to lick her frantically as the blood-letting of her virginity flowed from her vagina from its rough fingers and sharp nails tearing her hyman asunder. It grunted in enormous pleasure tasting her purity flow from her. It was even sticking stubby fingers roughly inside her anus tasting her completely.
She started feeling like she was going insane as the creature ravished her womanhood.
After enduring what seemed like ages of this it suddenly walked around to where her head was and she seen the blood from her ruptured Hyman all over its face as its pointy tongue licked its lips. It pulled open its pants, smiling at her in that sinister way the whole time as its greenish looking cock sprung out. It was much bigger than she thought it would be probably about 8 inches which was pretty big for such a tiny little creature. It was thick too and the site of it made her scream in her mind.
It came in close to her face pushing the tip of its wet cock head against her lips. The stench was foul and bile rose again into her throat as she came close to vomiting from the smell of the creature. Then it pushed its cock inside her mouth and started to slow fuck her mouth pushing its big pulsating cock all the way down her throat making her gag. If he smelt bad then one can only say the taste of the creatures cock surpassed that intensity and she finally vomited with the cock in her mouth.
The creature grunted delightfully as she shot vomit all over it and continued to fuck her mouth even as she vomited, holding her head as it picked up the tempo and drove its cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted to faint, she prayed to pass out so she could wake up after it was over, but there was no sweet release except for the creature who suddenly stiffened and then grunted loudly as the vilest tasting semen ever, shot into her mouth.
She vomited again and the green semen thankfully went with it. Even vomit tasted better than that stuff.
The creature wasn’t done though and it walked back around and positioned itself between her legs and to her utter dismay she felt its horrid cock slide inside her vagina!
It started absolutely pounding her poor pussy and it’s grubby fingers pinched her clit and fingers found their way up her anus as the creatures cock rode her wildly. She felt herself beginning to respond to the vile creatures fucking as her stomach tightened and her juices flowed. The creature almost squealed in delight as it felt her pussy respond to its fucking.
She felt herself orgasm as the dirty cock of the creature violated her pure pussy but it wasn’t finished. It was picking up the pace and she could feel its balls slap her taint as it forcefully buried its cock deep inside her. In and out it slid to the sound of squelches and wetness and it grunted in satisfaction as she climaxed several times.
Finally the little ugly creature shot its load deep inside her and it grunted so loudly as it did. Lily climaxed again as the horrible ejaculate splashed around her insides and finally she passed out.
An hour later she awoke and gingerly got up looking around in terror. Then in a fit of anxiety she rushed to the water and threw herself in washing every part of her as the stench of that foul creature clung to her rotten. Sobbing the whole time.
She then climbed out and found her clothes where she had originally left them but now her bra and ripped panties were also there. She dressed in a hurry, grabbed her bag and camera and ran up the trail that brought her there and back to camp.
The forest she had found so enchanting on the walk to the lake now seemed sinister and dark and the sounds sacred her and made her jump with fear. She finally made it back to camp and into the arms of her father who was was somewhat surprised by his daughters sudden affection.
“Hey you’re back? How was the lake?” he asked.
“Oh it was beautiful like you said,” she said crying.
“What’s with the tears then?”
“It’s just nice to see you is all,” she lied not wanting to talk of her ordeal.
“You smell awful though maybe you better go and have a shower eh? Use lots of soap too!” her father said pushing her away while screwing up his nose.
He was right she did still smell bad and walked off towards the camp amenities the locals had built. As she rounded the corner someone grabbed her arm and put his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. It was Pablo.
He let her go and looked her up and down and sniffed the air. Then he shook his head in disgust. “I told your father not to bring you.” he said.
“Please don’t tell him, I… I…”
“Yeah me understand. My sister raped by him too. So Pablo know,” Pablo said looking sad.
“Then why don’t you try and catch it or something?”
“You can’t, it’s not…ahhh… of this… ahhh… world, it’s a….supernatural. El Trauco cannot be killed.”
“So what will happen now? To me I mean?” she asked shaking in fear.
“You may become ‘with child’. You must kill…ahhh…abort it or else new gnome will be born. Promise me you do this OK?” he insisted.
“Yes of course I will. I do not want another one of these creatures roaming around.”
Pablo smiled, “Good, now wash… that smell… is bad stink.” he said in bad english.
Several months after returning from the Isla Grande de Chiloé, Lily discovered she was pregnant and immediately got an abortion as Pablo had warned her about. On her return to England she began researching the history of the demon gnome known as El Trauco but information was sketchy to say the least. But it was folklore that if a young virgin became pregnant and they suspected it was El Trauco the poor girl was killed.
Many scholars theorised that this was a local way for older men to cover up the systematic raping of underage girls. A way to cover their crimes by blaming a supernatural creature. The poor victim then killed so the evil doers would never be exposed. There had even been several investigations held on the island since it was colonised to try and uncover who was behind this culture of sexual abuse.
They never found anyone on whom they could make the charges stick.
But Lily knew the truth now. Lily knew that not all things that go bump in the night are harmless. She never told anyone about what happened to her as how could she explain it. She would prefer to just forget all about i,t but unfortunately her nightmares continue to haunt her where she relives the rape over and over again.