Troll: Taken by the Beast (5 page)

After a few moments the pain subsided and she felt full in her ass as it stretched to accommodate his girth. She was panting and grimacing at the feeling of his huge cock slowly moving in and out of her ass but as he began moving faster that friction thrilled her. She felt him start to pick up the pace of his thrusts into her ass and her sensitive clit swelled with desire. She cried out in yearning, wanting more and she moved her hand between her legs, she slid two fingers in her pussy and she instantly felt thrills at being filled in both of her holes. She thrust her fingers in and out in chorus with him, her palm brushing her clit with each movement of her hand and she felt her desire grow exponentially until she could not hold on any longer. She screamed out over and over as orgasm wracked her young body. She pushed back burying her fingers and his cock deeper in her holes sending her into fits of shaking and crying out as her pussy and ass gripped hard and convulsed with delight. She was shaking with wave after wave of pleasure when she heard him groan deeply and his cock shot hot streams of his seed deep in her ass. He pulled his softening member out of her ass and left her there used and shaking as the last ripples of pleasure ran through her. She closed her eyes and darkness took her.

***

Kara spent the next few days in the small room barred in and with only the pile of rags and furs to keep her warm. The troll would bring her food once or twice a day and a bucket of warm water for washing every other day, he would ravage her at a whim using her as he pleased taking her when he wanted. She had fully succumbed to him, giving him her body whenever he wanted, even wanting him to take her. She was not sure what was wrong with her, she did not want to feel like this but something inside of her craved intense feelings he brought out of her. As the days passed hope of being rescued drained from her, she began to feel this is all she would know until the day she died.

On the seventh day s
ounds of shouting pulled Kara out of the darkness of sleep and her eyes fluttered open. She was confused at first and then it all came back to her, she was so ashamed at how she let the beast, no… not let, wanted the beast to take her. She pushed the shame down and wanted to know what the sounds were, she was naked but covered in warm furs and as she looked around the she noticed the door was ajar. She could hear the shouting intensifying and she wanted to know what was happening. Who was shouting? Maybe someone had come to rescue her? She stood up, wrapped her feet in layers of rags, and wrapped the largest fur she could find around her to protect her from the cold.

She walked out of the
door and down the stone brick hall. The voices became louder and she began to recognize them, it was the voices of her parents, the town priest and someone else, someone with a much deeper gravelly voice. She felt the hall get colder and could see daylight brightening the hall ahead. She followed the hall past a door that led into the room she first woke up in the very first day she was here, and now she could see a large wooden door at the very end of the hall. She rushed to the door and opened it as quietly as possible so as to not draw attention to herself. She peeked out of the door and could see her parents and the priest surrounding the troll and yelling at it.

“I am going to give you one more chance beast,” her father yelled as his eyes narrowed and he unhitched his double handed battle axe and brought around to bear on the creature. “Bring me my daughter…NOW!”

She watched as her mother backed away from the creature several paces and knocked an arrow in her longbow, the priest held his hand high and a silver war hammer appeared in it.

The troll bared his fangs and
narrowed his eyes shooting deadly stares at those surrounding him as he spoke in a deep hollow gravelly voice. “By our pact, she is mine. Leave or I will kill you all, like I killed all the Orcs that lived here.”

“You were given a virgin that was chosen by tradition,” the priest called out. “You brought her back and stole another
. The pact was that we choose the girl to be given to you. WE CHOOSE, NOT YOU!”

“I will keep her, and I will send you all to Hel,” the troll hissed through gritted fangs.

“You may send me to Hel beast,” her father said as he took a step forward and brought his axe into attack position. “But I will drag you kicking and screaming with me.”

Kara watched shocked by the ferocity of the melee that played out before her. Her mother loosed three arrows with blinding speed and accuracy hittin
g the troll behind the knee and blowing out the front crippling his left leg, and two arrows square between the shoulders piercing flesh and sinking deep into its lungs. Her father rushed in screaming a war cry and swinging his axe in a great overhead arc cleaving the trolls left arm just below the elbow and the priest began chanting a prayer. The troll buckled on his left side screaming in pain as its knee blew out and arm was severed, it hacked and gouts of ichor sprayed out from around the arrows in its back but still it countered with a massive swipe of its clawed hand across her father’s face and chest. Her father was set back several paces his face and chest bleeding uncontrollably and he cried out, running in to attack again.

More arrows flew into the troll’s back and the Priest continued chanting. Kara watched in shock as the beast moved with blinding speed spinning and rushing her mother. Her mother tried to back away but the beast had too much speed and too great a stride. The troll knocked her to the ground with all of his weight and began clawing and biting viciously
at her, sprays of blood coming out with each of its attacks staining the snow all about her. Her father was on the beast bringing his axe down with all his might burying it deep in the beasts head causing it to crumple instantly.

“Drag it away from her,” the priest cried as the hammer in his hand grew to massive proportions. His body bulked up to almost double its normal mass and raw energy cr
ackled and arced off of him. “Thor’s will is in me, I will smite this beast.” 

Her father dragged the creature away for her mother’s motionless form and backed away from it as the priest brought his hammer down with great thunderous strikes into the troll’s
immobile form. The priest hit it over and over again and ichor sprayed in all directions with every hit.

Kara ran fr
om the safety of the building trying to get to her mother’s side and was startled as the priest cried out, his voice like thunder itself.

“By Thor’s will,” the priest screamed and pointed his hammer at the troll. “DIE BEAST!”

Kara was momentarily blinded as a massive bolt of lightning arced from the priests hammer into the troll’s form causing it to explode, and only a moment after a massive clap of thunder rocked the ground causing her to stumble and fall to her knees in the snow. She did not stop she kept moving in her mother’s direction fumbling and staggering through the deep snow.

Kara reached her mother just as the priest and her fath
er did, she stared in shock at the grisly sight before her.

“Save her Gooar,” her father pleaded. 

The priest laid his hands on her mother and began chanting as he grasped his holy symbol so tight that blood began trickling out of his clinched hand. Kara just watched tears flowing freely from her and she began shaking. The priest ended his chant and a white glowing energy flowed from his hands into Kara’s mother, her wounds began closing and her bleeding stopped, she gasped as her eyes shocked open. Kara threw her arms around her mother and her mother began crying at the sight of her daughter.

Kara took several minutes to regain her composure and was frantically trying keep from breaking down totally. The priest healed her father’s wounds and
made sure her mother was well enough to travel. She was embraced by both her mother and father and felt safe for the first time in days.

“Brandr,” the priest called with a serious tone. “Come here.”

Kara watched her father look toward the priest and then his face took on a worried look. Her father kissed her forehead and left them walking to the priest. She could now see what bothered the two men as her eyes looked to where the troll was struck down. It was not there, all that was left was a large patch of ichor stained snow and a trail leading off toward the cliffs at the edge of the Orc town. Kara watched as they readied their weapons and began following the trail leading to the edge of town. Kara did not have a weapon but stayed close to her mother’s side she would fight bare handed if she needed to, she would not allow the beast to harm her mother like it did before. They followed the trail seeing it gradually turned from trail to footsteps and soon they came upon the beast. It was standing on the edge of a cliff its grievous wounds still healing at an alarming rate. The troll twisted to look at them, its left eye swung by a thin cord out of the socket and it grinned as it leapt from the cliff.

“We must track the beast,” Brandr
said as he looked over the edge of the cliff into the ravine and he could see the troll smashed on the ground two to three hundred feet below. “We have to end this.”

“No my friend,” the priest said earnestly. “I have used all of my power getting us
here and battling the beast. By the time we get to the bottom of the ravine it will have fully healed.”

Kara watched her father
fight with his inner feelings and concede to the fact that the beast had escaped. They made their way back to the dwelling where Kara was being held, it was an Orc town alright but all of the Orcs were killed or driven away many years ago and the troll took to living here. Kara’s mother pulled some clothing out of her travel pack and gave them to Kara to dress properly for their long journey home. Kara stepped back in the dwelling and started to dress in the lairs of clothing her mother had given her, as she was walking back to her parents something had caught her eye. She turned to look at what it was and she could see a thin pillar of smoke rising out of one of the chimneys of the other dwellings.

“Smoke,” Kara called out and pointed to the chimney
.

She watched as one by one the others looked toward where she was pointing. They met up and headed toward the building, they were not sure what to expect, to their knowledge there was ever only one troll in this area, maybe it was keeping some Orcs as slaves to serve it. They came around the corner of the building from where the smoke was coming and were set back slightly and the sight of piles of Orc skulls. There were dozens and dozens of Orc skulls and assorted bones. They carefully made their way to the door of the building
and found it barred shut from this side with wooden planks.

Kara watched as her father readied his giant axe and motioned for the priest to unbar the door. Her mother handed her a dagger and then readied her bow and knocked an arrow. Kara readied her dagger and watched as her father burst through the door into the dwelling, the priest falling in behind him and Kara close on the priest’s heels. The sight inside stopped them all dead in their tracks, there were over a dozen human women
. They were all of the women offered to the beast over the years, none of them expected this they had thought the troll killed all of his offerings. They did not know the women would be subjected to years of living with the beast. They explained what happened to the captives and the women rejoiced and began getting ready for the long journey back to the town. The troll broke their pact by kidnapping Kara and since the Orc threat no longer exists, they will have no need for another pact.

***

The road home was a long cold one taking almost three full days, Kara did not say much to anyone, and her shame over her actions consumed her. She caught the priest staring at her more than once on the journey back, his eyes sympathetic to her, like he knew what happened to her, he could see the shame in her eyes and her body language. She had conceded to the fact that she had to tell her parents what happened, that she was no longer a virgin and that she would not be fit to be married.

As they entered town she felt a lot of apprehension building within her. What if the creature came back for her? It was not dead and she had the feeling it could kill without feeling or remorse.

“Kara,” the priest called to her as they were about to pass the temple. “Join me for a moment inside.”

“
I’ll meet you at home,” she said to her parents and followed him to the temple door.

The priest closed the temple door behind them and she watched him take a few steps his toward the front of the temple.

“I want you to be honest with me,” he said in a low voice turning his head slightly to look at her. “Can you be fully honest with me Kara?”

“Yes Gooar,” she answered hanging her head as she knew what he was going to ask.

“Did it have its way with you?” the priest asked.

“Yes Gooar,” she said with emotion thick in her voice. “
It took me many times, and every day that I was there.”

She felt tears forming in her eyes as the priest walked to her and put
one hand on his holy symbol and then the other on her stomach as he began chanting. Kara felt a warmth move from his hand into her body while he chanted and when his chanting ended he looked at her with concern.

“You’re with child,” he said to her with a concerned tone. “
This was not to ever happen.”

She struggled to accept the information and asked. “What about all the others that were given to it? This can’t be the first time a child would come from his loins.”