Beletiva and the Troll King's Daughter.  Chapter 3. Trolls Vengeance. Part A.

By GW

A Goddess defends her realm against evil trolls. Illustrated.

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, and m/f and f/f rape.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.
 
 

Troll's Vengeance. Part A.
 

Erishka rose from her vanquished, divine foe, with a savage cry of triumph.  She, the despised troll halfling had defeated a goddess, the mighty, Heavenly Huntress, Beletiva, herself.  The delighted troll maiden danced around the defeated deity in glee.

At last mastering her glee, Erishka dragged the unconscious body, of the conquered goddess, to Beletiva's own great war-horse.  She tossed that incomparably beautiful form, across the horse's withers, treating divine Beletiva with the contempt shown a butchered carcass.  She swiftly mounted the angrily snorting horse, behind her helpless, divine victim.

Erishka rode through the murky, purple darkness at full gallop for half the night, driving the great horse mercilessly, laughing madly all the while in evil joy.  Her victory over the Celestial Huntress shook the very foundations of the heavens.  >From time to time, Erishka impiously poked or prodded the flesh of the divine form, to satisfy herself that her unprecedented triumph was real. The unfortunate Beletiva moaned and trembled at Erishka's evil touch, but did not waken from her troubled slumber.

At last, in the darkest hour of the night, the exhausted horse, lathered and near collapse, reached the evil tower of Morgullus.  Beletiva was just starting to come to her senses, as Erishka roughly pulled her from the horse. Stunned by her terrible defeat, the proud, fiery goddess moved as though mazed by some evil glamour, making no resistance as Erishka contemptuously pushed her through the murky gloom, to the darkest depths of the ancient, crumbling ruin.

Once Erishka goaded her dispirited, divine captive to the lowest dungeon, the merciless troll made cruel sport of divine Beletiva.  The Troll Princess was without grace or gallantry for a courageous foe.  With blasphemous impiety, she rudely grasped the goddess's private parts, and tormented her, until Beletiva screamed in anguish.

Her evil father's daughter, in all but trollish form, Erishka delighted in demeaning the proud Daughter of Heaven.   When she succeeded in drawing cries of torment from the defiled deity, the demonic troll roughly tore Beletiva's garment from her incomparable figure.  The captive goddess gasped in dismay at the troll's audacious impiety, and at her own impotent helplessness.

Rudely profaned by cruel trollish hands, the Virgin goddess, with maidenly chastity, sought to cover her unseemly nakedness before her vile enemy.  But the vicious girl made sport of the divine maiden's modesty, brazenly grasping the sacred bosom of the goddess, so generous in size and beauty. Beletiva tried to shield herself from those cruel groping hands, but the remorseless troll persisted, fondling her, as though the Divine Maiden was no better than some village drab.

Sorely perplexed by her desperate predicament, one no goddess could ever dream possible, the tormented deity tried to elude the vicious troll's hateful grasp, but there was no escape.  Erishka easily tamed the sorely weakened goddess, toying with unfortunate Beletiva, as a cat does with a captive victim.

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Erishka rudely handled her unhappy, divine captive, as easily as if the goddess were an unruly child.  She pushed Beletiva against the wall, and roughly pulled her arm, to a height above her head.  Beletiva looked on in stunned horror as the troll bound her wrist to the cold stone.

"You cannot fetter a goddess!"  Beletiva stammered in disbelief, but Erishka muttered ancient incantations, as she worked, and the distraught goddess found her sorely depleted strength unequal to the power of the antique evil  Erishka imparted to the bonds.

The troll's daughter had done the seeming impossible.  She had defeated invincible Beletiva in equal combat, and now bound the mightiest of goddesses to her evil will.  Pleased with her evil night's work, Erishka turned to go to her rest.

As she left, Erishka sneered.  "By your leave, 'Oh Mighty Goddess' I go now!  You may await my Father's pleasure.  He has long desired to taste the fruits of your overblown, divine charms!"

End of Chapter 3. Part A.
 

 Go on to Part B