She gently goaded her horse forward and he began to cautiously plod towards the bridge. As she drew nearer, a strange odor began to invade her nostrils. The scent was thick and pungent and faintly reminded her of the smell of the castle's guardsmen after they had been training in the courtyard for hours on end in the steamy summer heat. She had found that smell on the guardsmen to be strangely sweet, and there were many times in the past when she had found herself embarrassingly excited by the musky aroma, her mind leading her to unthinkable places, and soon finding herself in need of a trip to her bed chambers for a fresh pair of undergarments. The connection between that remembered smell and this one, however, was tenuous at best. This one was much more potent, and that made all the difference in the world. When the horse had brought her right up to the edge of where the bridge began, the foul odor began to choke her. She coughed and scrunched her face up, trying to block out as much of it as she could, and then finally resorted to flipping her hood up over her head and drawing it down tightly until it stretched far enough to cover her nostrils. This helped somewhat, but now she couldn't see where she was going. Resigning herself to the unpleasant fact that she would have to succumb to this awful stench if she wanted to cross the bridge, she coughed once more and yanked the hood back off of her head. When her eyes had been uncovered once more, the source of the vile odor was standing before her.
It was, in fact, the much maligned troll. It stood at least eight feet tall, with leathery green skin that was pockmarked and scarred, and a hideous face that seemed to be calcified into a sort of toothy apathetic snarl. The thing was hulking. It had massive, powerful arms that were muscled to the point of bursting, and large hands with thick stubby fingers, in which a sturdy wooden club was tightly grasped. Her horse made a panicked shuddering noise and tried to spin himself around, but Anaia managed to remain in control of the reigns and keep him underfoot. She too was just as terrified, of course, but she tried hard not to show it.
The troll brandished his club in the air towards Anaia as easily as if it were a twig. "There's a toll if you want to be crossing this here bridge," it barked in a low guttural voice.
Anaia stuttered a bit as she tried to respond. "H... how much?"
"Ten pieces of silver."
She felt around at her hips for her satchel and realized that she had forgotten it at the castle in her hurry to leave. "I'm sorry. I don't have that much."
The troll began to shake with gravelly laughter. "Well, then you won't be crossing this bridge now, will you?"
"This is not your bridge, you know. These lands are under the protection of my father, Lord Halwyn Medlen, and you have no right..." She was cut off by the troll's booming voice.
"No right!? I gladly welcome your father's men to ride out from their comfortable castle and drive me from this spot, but until then, this is my right!" Suddenly, he raised his wooden club over his head and then smashed it down heavily onto the bridge, causing the whole thing to rumble thunderously, tiny bits of splinter and dust scattering all over. This startled Anaia's horse, and it reared up and dashed away in the opposite direction, carrying her away from the intimidating encounter and back down the dirt road they had arrived on. He had carried her quite a distance before she was able to finally calm him.
Not wanting to return to the castle, she decided that she would simply have to sneak past the troll. She slid off the back of her horse and tied the smooth brown animal firmly to a tree, and then slowly crept her way back down the road until the bridge was once again within sight. She hung back this time, sticking close to the trees and making sure to stay within the shadows as she moved. Once more, there was no sign of the troll. Just the empty bridge stretching cozily across the divide created by the creek, illuminated by stray rays of sunlight peaking their way in through the forest canopy. She knew better this time, of course. There may not have been any sign of him, but he was there, somewhere close by, ready to demand his toll the minute some hapless traveler neared the bridge.
She had to make a big loop around the bridge, essentially, leaving the cleared out area of the road and traversing through the woods where the trees and brush grew in tight and undisturbed. It wasn't difficult though, just slower. She came back out onto the creek roughly thirty yards from the bridge and climbed down to the edge of the water. She was glad to see that the path to the other side wouldn't involve swimming as she had originally expected. Instead, there was a cluster of large fallen limbs that she was able to carefully hop across and when she had reached the muddy banks of the other side only her shoes had become soaked. She reached up the muddy ledge and grabbed hold of a jagged and twisted rock that was poking out, using it to vault herself up and on to the other side.
She was almost home free at this point, having made it back into the forest on the other side of the creek. She moved stealthily from tree to tree, careful not to crunch any twigs beneath her feet as she went. As the bridge began to become obscured from her vision behind her by the forest that was forever closing in, she began to relax and breathe easy. This was exactly when she felt a heavy hand grasp her shoulder tightly and a gravelly voice belch out, "Trying to sneak past without paying the proper toll now, are we?"
She screamed out in terrified excitement and the troll laid a gigantic hand over her mouth. His hand was so large that the thick calloused green skin, in actuality, lay across most of her face. Her first thought was that his grip was so effective - like a man palming a young child's play ball - that he could have plucked her head right from her shoulders if he wanted to. She struggled a bit, almost an automatic reaction, but his hold on her was so steady that she appeared to be like a wriggling earth worm in the tightly locked trap of a bird's beak.
"What are we to do with a pretty little thing like you who refuses to pay a right legitimate toll when she comes across one?" He spun her around to look her in the face, still grasping her tightly. Her eyes were wild with fear, but she couldn't make a sound with the thick green hand nearly suffocating her, and she gave up her futile attempts at wrestling free of his clutches. "I'll just have to personally extract the toll from you it seems. Teach you a lesson."
With that, he slammed her to the ground forcefully and grabbed her by the ankle. He began to drag her through the forest, off the cleared path of the road and through deeper and deeper brush. As she was hauled across the forest bed, twigs and roots and stickers and thorns all grabbed at her clothes and after only a good few minutes of being dragged through the woods her tunic was a torn and ragged mess. There were holes ripped open all over that revealed the soft pink flesh underneath. She began to feel panic nipping at the back of her neck, crawling up her spine - the rising and unsettling sensation that she was in serious danger.
"Where are you taking me?" she cried out.
"Hush up, now," the troll grunted, not looking back at her.
She tried to lift her head up, which was tough to do as she skidded and bounced across the forest floor while being dragged along rather uncaringly. The troll was wearing a dirty leather loin cloth that was cinched around his thick waist. As he plodded through the forest with the young lady in tow, placing one massive leg ahead of the other, one after the other, the loin cloth moved and flapped and through this she caught a glimpse of his enormous green member hanging down from between his legs. Even in its completely unawakened state it was monstrously large, and it dangled and swung heavily like the strung up lifeless body of some small hunted game animal - it bounced and flopped like dead weight.
By the gods! Look at the size of that thing, she thought. Her mind instantly brought her back to the night before, when Prince Linden had forced his way into her room, and she thought of how small his little prick had been. It had seemed even smaller to her now, compared to the monstrous thing that this troll was hauling around between his legs. She wasn't sure how long she had been dragged through the forest at this point, but for the rest of the journey her eyes were unable to leave the thick green cock that dangled just feet away from her
head. It was as if she were being hypnotized by a meaty swinging pendulum.
Before long they arrived at the mouth of a shadowy cave opening in the side of a craggy rock face covered with tangled roots and green leafy vines. The troll kept on dragging her, into the cave now, without so much as grunting a single word or acknowledgement to her. The inside of the cave was damp and smelled strange, a musky variation of the troll's own scent. He let go of her ankle now and as she cowered there, her clothes ruined and her soft pink nipple of her right breast showing through a rip in the fabric, he pointed a stubby green finger at her and said, "If you move, I'll smash you into goo." Then he shook his wooden club at her for extra effect. She didn't move. Even if she had wanted to, she didn't think that she could have. Her bare nipple was hard with excitement and the damp cave air seemed to rest upon it lightly.
When it was clear that she wasn't going anywhere, the troll turned to a sconce that was clumsily fixed into the jagged stone wall and set a torch ablaze. When the flame took, it cast an eerie orange glow throughout the rest of the cave. Anaia could see now that this was apparently where the troll made his home. In the far corner, which had previously been shrouded in shadow, was a ragged fire pit filled with dead coals and surrounded by a mismatched assortment of rusty pots and pans. In the opposite corner was a bundle of tightly bound straw that must have been serving as some sort of makeshift bed.
As she was inspecting his shabby living arrangements, the troll turned back from the torch and faced her. Her attention snapped back to him when he spoke.
"Now, pretty girl. Now, you pay your toll."
"But I told you... I've no coin on me."
"Oh, you do," he grunted, lurching forward. His huge hand grasped at her exposed breast, his hand able to palm the entire thing. His thick green skin made quite the contrast to the soft pink flesh of her breast. He placed his other huge hand behind her hand, grasping her skull effortlessly and pulling her face forward. The loin cloth brushed aside easily and his thick green member smeared across her lips. He buried her face in it, moving her head side to side and rubbing his loins as best he could all over her pretty face. As the powerful musky scent of his sex began to overwhelm her, she let out a muffled gasp, but that only resulted in her getting a mouthful of green testicle.
As this went on, it was clear that the troll was become aroused. It was a slower process than she had been accustomed to, and that made sense considering the size of the thing, but little by little the troll's green cock began to swell and harden. It was still floppy as it was before, but thicker now and a little more sturdy. She noticed this, anyway, as it brushed across her lips.
Eventually, the troll seemed to have enough of this and released his grip on her head, tossing her back a ways. His hand went from her breast to the ragged clothing surrounding it. He grabbed up a fistful of fabric and powerfully ripped his arm backwards. The cloth shredded and tore almost as if it were paper, all of it coming off of her body and hanging now like a shredded flag from his fist. Her naked body lay completely exposed, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths. The troll tossed her clothing aside and beheld her. He must have liked what he saw, because this seemed to all but seal the deal on his arousal. The huge green cock between his legs, which was already swelling and hardened, seemed to stiffen and become erect now. It was huge, almost as if it were a second club for him to swing about as a weapon, although this might have even been harder than his club. She noticed a small bit of dribble oozing from the tip of it.
The troll grabbed hold of his now enormous cock with his hand and stroked up and down the shaft of it and couple times, grinning a toothy grin at her.
"Now... the toll," he said.
"What... I don't know what you would have me do..." she whimpered, although she had an idea.
"Make it feel good."
He stepped forward again and slapped his heavy erection down on her face, the base of it rubbing against her chin and the tip messing about in her chestnut hair. It smeared across her cheek, pulling the skin of her mouth to the side.
She couldn't take the thing in her mouth. That was simply out of the question, because it was too big. She grasped it with both hands, a feat in itself, and stared hesitantly at it for a moment. The troll grunted it and pushed his hips forward, stabbing the great green cock at her face. Finally, she pressed her soft pink lips against the tip of it and kissed gently. The thick mucousy fluid that was dribbling from it tasted warm and salty, and it stuck to her lips like melting glue, stretching out into long strings as she pulled her face away. When she brought her face back, she began to lick at the troll's cock, spiraling around the massive head, and teasing up underneath the hood. After giving that sufficient attention, she would lick all the way down to the base of his shaft with long steady strokes, as if she were painting it with her saliva. The troll's fingers loosened around the club and it fell to the ground beside him. The clattering that it caused as it hit the ground startled her, and she stopped for a moment, but then looked up and noticed that the troll's eyes were closed now and he was muttering small little grunts from in between parted brown lips. She raised his cock up, laying it flat against his stomach, and began to flit her tongue about the underside and then down to the large balls that hung like heavy sacks of coin from the base of his cock. The sticky liquid still dribbled freely from the tip of his cock, perhaps even more so now, and it was slowly running down his hard length.
Suddenly, without warning, those two large hands grasped onto her shoulders and pushed her down onto the dusty ground, flipping her around in the process. He had both of his hands on the back side of her shoulders and he pressed her down hard into the ground. Anaia whimpered slightly, as if she were afraid, but at this point she was so turned on herself that she almost wanted what she suspected was about to happen. If she acted scared or distressed at all, it was only because that seemed like the normal rational response to the situation, but the warm fluid that was beginning to soak the inside of her thighs told a different story.
The undergarment covering her backside was beginning to fray as well from being dragged through the forest, though it had fared the trip better than her outerwear. Still, there was enough of a tear starting that the troll had little trouble ripping it from her body, exposing her smooth ass cheeks to the damp cave air. He continued to press her down with one hand on her shoulders, and his other slid up underneath her stomach at the waist, powerfully hoisting her ass up towards him. She felt something sticky and hard press against her loins. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the pressure intensified, the troll pulling her small body towards him as he tried to fit his huge cock inside of her. Finally, it felt as if something gave wave, her lips spread a bit wide than they would normally have, swallowing up the throbbing green shaft with no room to spare. A light quivering sensation rippled throughout her body.
Gods, she thought. This thing is going to tear me in half. "Ahhh." She winced in pain as he began to thrust in and out of her, now that he had finally managed to slide inside. Her teeth were clinched hard together. It was painful, yes, and she could feel herself being stretched to her absolute limit, but there was a satisfying pleasure that mingled with that pain as well. The feeling sent her into an entirely different world. There were two very different scenes happening right then in the dim cave. The troll was busy doing his thing, pumping away at this small young woman, drool slipping from his mouth, grunting and panting and mindlessly trying to get himself off with the tight wet hole he had available to himself. The other was one in which Anaia was completely oblivious to anything going on around her, even the massive troll relentlessly pounding her from behind. Her vision tunneled, her peripheral going black, and flashes of white dancing in front of her eyes as the powerful combination of pain and pleasure surged through her body, travelling down every limb to the very tips of her fingers and her toes. It was as if the world had stopped existing.
She came back to reality, suddenly, confused and panting and trying to get a grip, her s
enses slowly coming back to her as the pain and pleasure began to recede. She realized the troll had slipped his cock out of her. It was only for a moment, though, and the dark sense numbing pain and pleasure began to creep back inwards on her as he spun her around, picked her up effortlessly with both hands around her waist and sat her right down on his erect member, sliding her up and down on it through pure arm strength alone. Her brief return to the immediate environment had been short lived, and soon she was transported back into blinding ecstasy. She felt the bobbing sensation of her body as she slid up and down his cock, the intense pressure and the feeling deep in her stomach when he slid her down towards the base. Her eyes flashed open for brief seconds here and there, and she saw the troll with an intent look on his face. Then she felt it. The burst of warmth deep inside of her. Though it sounded far away, she heard the troll feverishly grunt and soon there was thick jism everywhere. It was running down her legs, pouring out of her vagina, pooling on the dusty cave floor beneath them. Then a sharp whizzing sound and a thump. Then another. The troll let go of her and she slid right off of his cock, slinging more of the thick stringy mess up in the air as she did, and fell right into the warm white pool collecting on the ground. Zzzzzzziiiiippppp. Thwap. There was that sound again. It sounded so familiar.
Then she realized what it was. The troll lurched, groaned, and spun in the direction of the cave entrance, and she saw three arrows stuck firmly into his back. He roared in pained anger and reached for his club nearby on the ground, but before he could even wrap his fingers around it he was beset by four men in full steel plate armor, their swords hacking and slashing at him relentlessly. The bloody work was done in a matter of minutes, and when it was over one of the men removed his helm and she recognized him as one of her father's men. He brought her a large dirty woolen cloak from the corner of the cave to cover herself with. She sat there as the men rummaged through the cave, wrapped in the cloak and shivering now - it was cold in the cave and very noticeable without the heat generated from her previous... activity. She stared at the troll's bloody and motionless body.
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