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

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 B.

Erishka 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, and perhaps worse, to that of her evil sire.  When the laughing Erishka left Beletiva, the goddess who never knew fear, shivered in terror, a tear rolling down her divinely beautiful face, in dread of her awful fate.

As Beletiva hung from the dank stones of the ancient dungeon, she thought upon the horror that had befallen her.  What had that evil troll girl meant, by her parting gibe. Surely, even the demonically evil Morgullus would not dare sully the honor of heaven, by molesting her own divine body.  Her virginity was ordained by the heavens, from time out of mind.  To breech Beletiva's divine maiden head would be to defy the fates, and risk the wrath of heaven.

Yet, Beletiva trembled in dread, knowing of old, Morgullus's headstrong  recklessness.  And he had hungered for vengeance, these countless long years, since she had driven him from the lands of the trolls, and  condemned him to this vile wilderness.  She pondered her own fate, if such blasphemous outrage came to pass.  It would be truly dreadful.  If her precious maidenhood was violated, on top of the fearfulness of the terrible physical violation, itself, she would be shorn of her divine powers.  Beletiva would become as weak and powerless as any mortal woman.

At last, Beletiva's tormented vigil came to an end.  The dreaded troll king, Morgullus, entered her gloomy cell  Now, his defeated, helpless captive, haughty Beletiva shivered in dreadful fear, at sight of her ancient enemy, looking upon the troll's misshapen form with fearful disgust.

The troll grinned in triumph, yet his eyes glared in hatred of this haughty deity who had defeated him in combat and stolen his realm. It was a blow to his male pride that this female, goddess or no, had bested him.  It was a triumph Beletiva would pay dearly for.

Her divine courage sorely tested by the disgrace of defeat, and the terrors of captivity, Beletiva yet sought to maintain her haughty defiance in the presence of her ancient enemy.

"You have much to answer for, Morgullus!  Your vile daughter has dared put her hands on the Daughter of Heaven!  When last I defeated you, I was merciful, and did not hurl you into the Abyss! This time, I shall not be so lenient!"  Beletiva cried angrily, with a disdainful toss of her head; but as she spoke, her ripe lower lip trembled, betraying her nervous doubt.

The Troll King laughed at his beautiful captive's vain words.  "Forgive me, 'Oh Goddess', if I seemingly lack gratitude for your past mercy! Let me repay it, now.  In return, I, too, shall refrain from throwing your plump, white body into the Abyss.  It would be a needless waste to destroy such beauty before  I taste of its delights."

As he spoke, the Troll King came close enough to stroke Beletiva's golden hair.  Beletiva shuddered at his touch, and the nearness of his ugly grinning face.  She strained in terror, against her unbreakable bonds.  Then, the ugly troll dared to caress Beletiva's succulently molded thigh, with a possessive familiarity.

"G-get away from me!"  The chaste goddess shrilled hysterically, but Morgullus only laughed louder at her timid maidenly fear.  He came closer, still, and gripped Beletiva's slender waist in a grip of iron, his hot fetid breath befouling the purity of her splendid bosom.

The troll thrust out his huge, blood-colored tongue and flicked it across the divine breasts, so firm and upright, though of such full, tantalizing depth and breadth. The evil organ burned Beletiva's delicate flesh like hellish fire, and her desperate forlorn sobs filled the dank, stone chamber.

Morgullus toyed with the bound goddess, until she was sobbing hysterically in fear and loathing of his rough liberties.  Odious Morgullus had stripped the deity of all her divine haughtiness, as easily as his daughter had stripped away her gossamer garment.

Then, the troll loosened Beletiva's bonds, and threw her down on a stone bench, once used as sacrificial altar, and still stained by the blood of human victims.  Still sobbing uncontrollably, Beletiva watched in horrified fascination, her expressive eyes huge with terror, as the evil troll pushed aside his unclean, loin cloth, and exposed his mighty phallus.  More than anything, she desired to look away from that ugly obscenity, but she couldn't tear her eyes from it. She was as helpless as a bird mesmerized by a hideous snake.

As she gazed at the mighty rod of Morgullus in fearful awe, Divine Beletiva felt a cold convulsive tremor in her intimate womanly treasure, at the evil thing's mammoth size and intimidating power.

"Surely it can't be natural, even for a troll!"  The captive, maiden goddess gasped in dismay.  The thought of such a monstrosity violating  her sanctified virginity, filled Beletiva's divine bosom with awful dread.

In her desperate fear, Beletiva sat up and sought to escape the dread proximity of that dreadful, threatening monstrosity.  Before she could flee,  Morgullus leapt onto the stone, and seized her golden head in his over-sized troll hand, holding her in a grip of iron.  As he held the goddess powerless, his terrible troll cock throbbed in arousal, bare inches from Beletiva's ripe, innocent mouth.

"Well goddess, I see you are mazed by the might of my trollish rod!  May it be, you desire to pay homage to it's power, with your arrogant lips and tongue?

Beletiva, tears steaming from her eyes, was shocked to the depths of her virginal soul by the lewd, profane hint.  No divine daughter of Tyvus could ever conceive of paying such obscene homage to a vile troll!  Yet, the terrorized goddess wavered in her resolution.  Would it not be better to do as the evil troll suggested, than to suffer that terrible thing be rammed into the sacred recesses of her delightfully tiny puss?

"Maybe, he will spare me, if I do it?"  Beletiva hopelessly told herself.  All divine pride and courage was lost to her, in that moment.  Then, with timid, maidenly fingers trembling in disgust, Beletiva grasped that awful rod in her hand, and gingerly guided it into her ripe mouth.  Like his evil tongue it scalded her delicate lips and inner mouth. Her sweet, delicate mouth could scarce encompass its huge girth, and its obscene length near choked her.  In her desperation, Beletiva sucked and licked the cock of her arch enemy, as best she could in her maidenly innocence.  The terrified goddess gagged and choked in disgust, as the troll groaned in pleasure.  Beletiva's bosom would eternally burn in self-loathing, with memory of that craven, demeaning surrender of her divine pride and virtue.

 Yet, Beletiva's terrible soul searing submission was all in vain, as in her heart she knew it would be. Her sacrifice provided no more than brief respite from the horror that was to come.  For, no sooner had the goddess aroused the evil troll to a fever pitch of excitement, with her sweet tongue and lips, than Morgullus abruptly pulled away, and flung Beautiful Beletiva down on the hard, cold stone of the bloody altar.

Shuddering in terror, Beletiva begged and pleaded with the remorseless troll for mercy.

Mercy was the furthest thing from the evil troll's mind.  At last, he would avenge himself on this arrogant bitch, who had dethroned and defeated him, in eons past.  Inflamed with lust, Morgullus grinned with sadistic pleasure at Beletiva's pitiful helplessness, and whimpered pleas.  He positioned his mighty rod against her sweet, virginal pussy.  The divine maiden felt the terrible tool's throbbing menace.  It was so big and hard!  How could it ever fit within her?  Somehow, driven with trollish power it did pierce her divine maidenhead with ease, and then drive deep within her, nearly tearing the unfortunate maiden goddess asunder.

Beletiva shrieked in horrifying torment and terror, as that terrible battering ram plowed full length into her defenseless body.  She knew horrible, demeaning agony as the monstrous obscene log filled her entire lower body, defiling her with its evil presence, scorching her innards with it torrid power, and taking possession of her, body and soul, with its arrogant dominion.  Beletiva was so consumed by the horrible, searing, tearing pain, that she scarce knew or heeded that all her heavenly strength and power was draining away from her, lost forever to the troll lord who basely deflowered her.  Yet even worse than pain, or even the loss of her power, was the mortifying shame of sacrificing her sacred virginity to the evil troll king's perverted lust.

As Morgullus felt all of Beletiva's power flow into his misshapen body, he was filled with savage uncontrollable joy.  It was at that moment, he ejaculated into the goddess's body.  Beletiva felt the hot scalding  troll sperm explode inside her like boiling oil.  With a whimper of defeat, the deity heard the evil troll's savage shout of triumph. It would echo in her ears forever.

Even after this terrible, blasphemous molestation, the evil troll king was not satisfied that his vengeance was complete.  He must drain every last ounce of pleasure from this triumph over the haughty Beletiva.  He would teach his prideful foe, that she was no better than a divine whore, fit for naught but his pleasure.

When Morgullus withdrew his mighty phallus from Beletiva's despoiled, desecrated body, he pushed the helpless goddess around, and flung her face down upon the evil altar.  The unfortunate deity, in her innocence, couldn't guess what further horror awaited her.  As Beletiva lay quivering in terror, Morgullus, without more ceremony, drove his terrible phallic weapon into the last inviolate orifice of the unfortunate goddess, and Beletiva's shrieks of violation shook the heavens.


 
 

To be concluded in Chapter 4. Divine Handmaiden.