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Troll Slave Ch. 01

By: Goldeniangel



Author's note: This is going to be a series although when I'd started writing it I'd intended it to be a stand-alone story... it seems to have taken on a life of it's own while I was writing though and I realized that it was going to need chapters. As a warning, there is no sex in this chapter, in fact there's nothing but hints and build-up... but I hope you enjoy anyway =)

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Carrie quietly marched with the rest of the girls from her village, many of whom were crying - although quietly after the last girl had been made an example of. She was tossed over one of the few horses, unable to walk after the whipping the trolls had given her. None of them knew what had happened to the men and other woman and children, probably they were in another train to be sold as slaves... the ones with her were all aged 18 to 35 and all of them were the prettiest women from the village. Curvy, long hair, fair-faced... a stark contrast to the knobbly grey skin and thick features of the trolls. 

Shuddering, she watched as one of them slapped the ass of a girl ahead of her, all of them were naked and she could see the red hand print left on the girl's cheek. Chances were they were being taken to the troll village where they'd be parceled out to be concubines for the warriors... some of whom were actually half-human anyway. 

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Trying to stifle tears of humiliation she stood on the selling block as a grotesque old troll with grey tufts of hair sticking from its pointed ears displayed her body. Mockingly it had her bend over and then pretended to be pushing its groin against the firm curves of her ass while the crowd of males whooped and cheered. Spreading her ass cheeks it pressed its finger into her pussy hole, making her wince as it dryly opened her up before it hit the barrier... fortunately that barrier was there otherwise he probably would have pressed his whole finger in like he had to the girl before her.

"This ones a virgin!" he screeched, "Prime takings! Plump thighs and a nice tight untouched hole!"

"But you just touched it!" bellowed on of the warriors and the crowd all laughed at his jest as the old troll turned her around, wagging his hand limply at the jeering crowd. 

"Plump and tender!" he insisted, lifting her young breasts and pinching the nipples, "Just look at the way these little beauties respond!" It was true, her nipples hardened as he aassaulted them, but not because she was aroused... it hurt. The trolls didn't care though, they continued to call out lewd comments and their monetary offers - which had of course jumped considerably when she was announced to still be a virgin.

Tearfully Carrie looked out into the crowd of homely faces, large hands, pointed ears... thick lips and heavy jowls... her preciously guarded virginity would be lost to one of these. 

Suddenly a booming voice called out, "500 frenicks!" and the crowd hushed with awe at the largess. Looking back through her tears, Carrie was shocked to see a handsome man, dressed only in a loin clothe and a golden collar around his neck. He was very well muscled and she wondered who on earth he was that he stood in a crowd of trolls without any fear at all. A whisper was going through the crowd and she heard, "King's", "slave" and "new concubine"... she wasn't quite sure but she got the impression that he'd been sent there by the King of the Trolls in order to purchase a new concubine. It made sense that the King would have human slaves to do his bidding... and that he would want a human concubine. 

Over to the side she could see where the troll matrons were sniffing their disgust even as they watched eagerly... she'd heard that they pretended to be upset over the addition of female humans to their household, but the truth was far from. They made the slaves do all the work they normally did - and not only that, but the girls were sometimes forced to pleasure the troll women as well as the troll men. Shuddering in disgust, she prayed to be bought by the King - there was never a Troll Queen, only his concubines. She'd much rather be a concubine to a troll without a female attached, it was bad enough in the first place without making things even more degrading. 

It appeared that none of the other trolls were going to gainsay a representative of their king - even if they did have the money (which most of them wouldn't.) And so the old troll handed her off to handsome man after collecting the hefty amount. Ignoring her shy smile the man took the leash to her collar and started leading her back to the carriage that he had come in. 

She attempted to speak with him on the ride to the castle, and asked him to take the ropes off of her at least - promising she wouldn't run - but all he did was stare at the window. Even the trolls hadn't ignored her like this on the way to the auction. Grimly she shut her mouth and watched the landscape pass by, all the way to the forbidding stone keep on the top of the hill. 

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The king at least was the most attractive of the trolls that she'd seen... not that he could actually be called attractive, not by her standards at least. But he didn't have any warts, his skin was almost a normal color with just a greyish hue, and he didn't have the bulging belly that seemed to hang on most trolls... in fact his body shape wasn't bad at all. His face was still definitely trollish though, beady dark eyes, heavy cheeks and a thatch of straw-like hair on the top of his head. She stood before him in a great hall, in fact it was once probably a very beautiful hall. There were many decorations that adorned it, carved into the columns and walls; the ceiling was tall, rising high above their heads and making noises echo loudly. 

Along the sides of the hall were lined more troll warriors, the richer stronger ones that had gold and jewels in their armor and on their weapons. They were the advisors to the King rather than really fighting anymore; they would be the generals in battle. Their prowess was why her village was now lost. She felt tears sparking at her eyes and immediately swallowed them, bringing up her chin and holding it high, defiance in every line of her naked body. Even though the trolls along the side were pretending not to notice their King's newest concubine, she could feel their eyes trailing down her body and she felt dirty from it. Of course, she was some what dirty, her dirty blonde hair looked almost brown and it hung lankly about her face and down her back, there were smudges on her body and dust covering her legs. 

As the handsome human slave whispered in his King's ear, she kept her eyes averted. The King was staring at her, no expression on his heavy face, and it unnerved her a lot. The other trolls at least, she could tell what they were thinking, but not him. Also, she didn't want to look at him and think about what it would be like to have to bed him, to lose her preciously guarded maiden-head to him. More tears. Furiously she blinked them back, angry at herself for losing control. 

The King turned and said something to the handsome man, who then picked up small golden bell. It tinkled merrily, the sound echoing sweetly throughout the hall; immediately a group of three beautiful girls about her age came in from the right. They were completely naked except for a large golden collar around their necks... they didn't even get the protection of a loincloth like the man did. Carrie wondered if that was because they were concubines or just because they were women. She fervently hoped not to have to go around naked all of the time, she supposed she would get used to it if she had to, but she felt uncomfortable enough just from today. Every particle of her being longed to be able to cover herself away from prying eyes, knowing that there would be a least a small barrier between her body and groping hands. 

"Hello," the first one said, she was short and her hair and eyes dark, "My name is Ariel, we're going to be your servants," she shushed Carrie as she opened her mouth, "Not here, we're going to take you to bath now and you can ask all your questions then. But we must go now or the King will become angry."

Quietly Carrie nodded and allowed the girls to introduce themselves as they went. The blonde was Kylia and the redhead was Nadine. Tsking, they untied Carrie's ropes in the bathroom, helping her into the large marble tub and then climbing in themselves to help bathe her. It was more than big enough for all of them.

"What's going on?" asked Carrie plaintively, "Are you concubines as well?"

"Oh no," laughed Ariel, "The troll King has no use for us... we weren't virgins when we came here. But we are all out of noble families and we're beautiful so he keeps us as adornments to the court."

"Like Luke," snorted Nadine as she washed Carrie's hair, scrubbing its dank strands with a sweet smelling soap, "He used to be a Prince, sure it was a small kingdom and impoverished, but that doesn't stop him from thinking he's superior to us."

"We do have to service guests from time to time," said Kylia, shuddering delicately, "But it's not very often. And sometimes when there's a great battle won we'll be given out to some of the trolls who distinguished themselves on the battlefield."

"It's not too bad though," Nadine assured her, rinsing the suds from her hair, "They may not look like much but they are good in bed."

"Just make sure the lights are out!" chorused all three girls, laughing. 

Carrie was unsure what to make of them... on one hand here she was, a peasant girl being served by girls out of the nobility just on the basis that she was a virgin, on the other they were talking like some of the serving wenches with the worst reputations at the inn. Smiling timidly, she just sunk a little into the water, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of being clean. 

"But, if you're nobility, why weren't you virgins?" She asked, a little confused. The boys of the village had always accused herself of thinking she was too good because she was keeping herself pure.

"I'd had a childhood friend that I was betrothed to," explained Kylia, "He escaped during the fighting - who knows, one day he may even come rescue me!" She laughed merrily, "Anyway, we figured that since we were betrothed we might as well fool around."

"I was supposed to marry this horrid old man," sniffed Ariel, "I would have been his third wife and he was almost forty years older than me! So I went and lost my virginity to the stable boy... I probably would have been in a lot of trouble, but before they could test me for my pureness we were invaded by the trolls." She sighed, "I'm glad that I did that though... Much better than losing it to a troll." Immediately Kylia and Nadine shushed her, and all three of them looked apprehensively at Carrie who wasn't sure how to feel. 

"Don't worry," said Nadine, "It won't be that bad. You'll be prepared at least... and as long as the King is happy with you then you'll stay in your position."

"What if he becomes unhappy?" asked Carrie, trembling a little. The three girls made soothing noises, drawing her out of the tub and gathering big fluffy towels. The amount of wealth and fine things here was amazing considering the dirtiness and inherent ugliness of the trolls... they did seem to appreciate beautiful things though.

"If he becomes unhappy with you he'll either give you as a gift to one of the nobles out in a different keep, or you'll be come one of us." Nadine reassured her as they toweled her off, she felt odd as they helped her with things that she normally did for herself, "That's what happened to me. I did come here as a virgin and I was the King's concubine for a year, now I'm with Kylia and Ariel." The fact that Nadine seemed completely happy and didn't have any bitterness in her voice did a lot to reassure Carrie.

"Why me though?" she persisted, she was a peasant girl after all.

Ariel smiled at her, "The trolls don't care about human nobility... the King mostly keeps Kylia and me because he was amused by our protests that we were important people. Of course, eventually we realized that we weren't important to them, but by then he'd already decided to keep us as part of the household. And we're beautiful, that's what's important to them. So he gives out on occasion." She shrugged, fatalistic and Carrie wasn't sure if she admired her or was frightened of her.

"Does anyone ever escape?" Immediately all three girls hushed her.

"Once," whispered Kylia, "Once... but she was one of us."

"She ran away with a human slave, one of the men who served with Prince Luke." Ariel's eyes were wide with awe at the audacity.

"And some have been rescued... small raids and things like that, usually by accident although Kylia hopes that one day Branth will return for her." Nadine smiled at her friend before turning back to Carrie, "None of the concubines as ever escaped while they were concubines."

Taking the girl from her the bathing room, Ariel began her instruction again, "You will have one of us with you at all times during the day, right now it's going to be my turn..." and she waved, Carrie belatedly following suit, as Kylia and Nadine trotted off down a different hall, "I'll show you to your rooms and we can talk more there. Plus we have to get you ready."

"Ready for what?" asked Carrie nervously, clutching the towel around her freshly cleaned body... some of the passing trolls were giving her bare legs speculative looks.

"You're going to be presented tonight to the entire court." Ariel's offhand tone kept Carrie from realizing what she was saying for a moment, "So there's a lot to be done..." Seeing Carrie's apprehensive look, "Don't worry, you're going to keep your virginity for another week at least. This is just the presentation, showing off what he has and warning all the other trolls not to touch you for now. After today you'll be training, learning how to please men and preparing you for your defloration."

Her words sounded awfully dire to Carrie, "My defloration?" she asked faintly and Ariel grimaced.

"That will be done in front of everyone too... but don't worry," she patted Carrie's back, tugging at her hand to keep her moving, "Don't think about that now... the presentation tonight should actually be pretty enjoyable. Kylia, Nadine and I will all be there, and there will be lots of food and entertainment! Now come on, we have to start getting you ready." And she pulled Carried towards one of the doors along the hall.

Troll Slave Ch. 02



Carrie got very nervous as Ariel got out a razor and a bowl of warm water and foam, "What’s that for?"

"We have to shave you," Ariel smiled at her, "So that you’ll look like me." and she gestured at her crotch. Suddenly Carrie realized what was so odd about Ariel’s mound, it was mostly shaved except for a small patch of hair, her pussy lips were very prominent like that. Although she wasn’t sure how she felt about it, at least it didn’t look too bad... 

Gently Ariel spread Carrie’s legs apart, kneeling between them and spreading the foam on her pussy... to her shock a pleasant feeling swept through her as the other girl touched her. The razor scraping against her skin was frightening, but as the hair was shaved from her mound she could also feel a kind of excitement, tingling in her belly. It was absolutely foreign to her and she didn’t know why it would be happening. Ariel shaved all of the hair from Carrie’s mound, not even leaving the little strip... she thought it was very odd to be able to see her own pussy but she didn’t mind either. It seemed to be pinkish and glistening, a little slippery between her thighs.

As Ariel wiped off the remaining foam, gently bathing her pussy with warm water, Carrie moaned. She didn’t even know why, there was just something about the way that Ariel touched her that felt so good, so strangely good, it made her tingle inside. 

Smiling a secret kind of smile Ariel put the implements away and began working on Carrie’s hair - which of course wasn’t nearly as exciting. Still, it felt nice to have someone brushing out and then arranging her hair, it was something she’d only done with some of her closest girl friends in the village and she rather liked the intimacy. Ariel was very kind - so were Kylia and Nadine - and she found herself wanting to cling to them in this strange place; they were something almost familiar at least. When she was turned around to see herself she gasped at the beautiful display of braids that Ariel had wound around her head... they wrapped around her like a crown, with long wavy lock of hair falling to her waist and a braid on each side of her face. Carefully Ariel threaded a string of sapphires through the braids, making her hair look like it was threaded with stars. 

Turning Carrie back around, Ariel began to apply make-up - something which was totally foreign to her. Black paint was smudged around her eyes, making them stand out clear and wide in her pale face, a hint of color added to her cheeks and lips to make her appear flushed and pouty, and some kind of dark paste made her eyelashes look very long and sooty. When she saw herself in the mirror she almost didn’t recognize herself; she looked like some kind of exotic princes... although without the clothes. 

The next adornments were jewelry, a wide gold collar set with sapphires that adorned her neck, jingly bracelets around each wrist and gold bands around her ankles. More sapphires dripped from her ears, long shining decorations that accentuated her slender throat. Around her waist went a belt of gold medallions, sheer blue scarves hanging from it. 

"Yes, that looks nice," Ariel said, stepping back and admiring her charge.

Carrie felt a tinge of alarm, "This isn’t all I’m wearing..." she asked faintly.

Making a face Ariel nodded, "You’re on display tonight... and I’d suggest you get used to it. Of course, most of your outfits won’t be nearly this bad - except for during the defloration ceremony of course - but you still won’t ever be wearing much." Gesturing to herself and smiling demurely, "Especially once you join our ranks. Which you will eventually... everyone does."

"I could escape before then," said Carrie, somewhat defiantly as she tried not to panic at the thought of appearing in front of so many... well people wasn’t exactly the word, but in front of so many beings with her assets so blatantly displayed. 

Ariel made a noise that might have been called a snort if she wasn’t nobility; looking over Carrie one last time her eyes lit up, "Whoops! Missing something!"

Going over to a wooden box on the dresser she opened it and pulled out two strange hoop looking things connected by a chain of tiny medallions, it looked like the one around her waist but smaller. And she didn’t understand the hoops. Standing still as Ariel approached her she looked at the strange item curiously, trying to figure out where it was supposed to go. She got the shock of a lifetime when Ariel suddenly bent down and put her mouth on her nipple.

Shrieking she leaped back, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" dainty hands covered her nipples, pale breast flesh spilling out between her fingers.

"Oh..." Ariel looked rather taken aback, "Your nipples have to be hard for me to put this one," she held up the strange piece as though that would explain everything, "So I’m making them hard."

Carrie felt faint. Ok, so the same tingling in her belly had started when Ariel’s mouth had touched her nipple, but that didn’t mean that she had to abandon all decorum. Setting her mouth in a hard line she said, "I’d really rather not wear it then."

"You don’t get a choice," Ariel sighed, "You’re a slave and this is what you’re supposed to wear... if you didn’t then I would be the one in trouble, and I’m not getting into that much trouble just because you’re shy..."

"SHY!!!" Gasped Carrie, well she was MUCH more than SHY. Ariel gave her a withering look.

"Or whatever, I’m not getting into trouble. So if I have to call the guards to come in and hold you down so I can get this thing on you I will. And if you don’t hurry up and take down you’re hands I’ll do just that, we’re starting to run short of time." The older girl was looking at her sternly now, as if she was a youngster caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

Gulping, Carrie slowly lowered her hands and closed her eyes as the pretty brunette approached her. Again she felt that soft warmth on her nipple, that soothing touch that made the inside of her belly light on fire... she could feel that slipperiness between her thighs. Gasping as teeth gently bit down and rolled the little bud around, she felt faint with the sudden ecstatic sensations that were sweeping through her body. Her knees went weak as her eyelids fluttered, she had the most overwhelming sensation to fall to the floor and plead with Ariel to continue doing whatever it was she was doing. Then the mouth was gone and something was tightening around the hardened bud on her breast. Opening her eyes she looked down to see the little hoop closed tightly over her nipple and Ariel’s mouth descending on its neighbor. 

Groaning with pleasure, she pressed her chest forward as Ariel sucked the pert bud into her mouth, the sensations that was in her belly seemed to be spreading... lowering down into that slippery slit between her legs. Something burned inside her, something that yearned to be completed in some way... something that was going to feel fantastic, even better than everything did right now... something... something...

The little hoop tightened over her other nipple and she was left with nothing more than an empty burning between her slightly spread legs... and two pinched nipples that insistently told her body there was something more. Ariel stepped back and smiled, her gaze was admiring, but there was something else glowing in the back of her eyes. Carrie just couldn’t figure out what it was. 
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Carrie was very much on display that night, in fact she was chained - with gold manacles no less - to a large frame, her body spread out in an X. Ariel had been replaced by Nadine, who explained apologetically that any who wanted to make sure that she was still a virgin was going to be able to come over and check. The King had been the first, sliding his finger around her folds until it was slippery and wet before putting his finger into her slick hole. More discomforting than the violation was the fact that it had felt good, that she'd wanted to move against his questing finger; the same strange yearning rising in her that had when Ariel had sucked on her nipples. 

As the guests filed past some of them took advantage of her position to grope her pussy, making her groin ache and her nipples throb with excitement. By the last few stragglers it was very hard not to gasp and moan, she had been moving her hips in response for quite awhile now and her pussy was burning with need. The fact that the handsome Prince Luke was the slave who unchained her and led her to her seat didn't help either; he ignored her as usual but she wanted to jump on him and kiss him... and do something else. She didn't know what, but she knew that she wanted to do it, and badly. Right now, she probably would have been happy to have the King deflower her, if only it would quench this thirst in her body.

Dinner was spectacular, and so were the entertainments. Human slaves did their juggling as usual, but there were also paid human magicians who threw up spectacular fireworks, some goblin trainers who did tricks with griffins, unicorns and small dragons. Nadine whispered in her ear that the fantastical beasts were actually intelligent paid members of the traveling company, they were equal in place to the goblins directing them. Carrie thought it was wonderful, the griffins were magnificent and imposing, the unicorns beautiful and elegant, and the dragons were just stunning. Small though they were, each was a different brilliant color with shadings all over their shiny bodies, she thought they were fantastic. 
At the end of the night a few of the unicorns traveled over to where she was and nudged her, thrusting their noses under her hands to be scratched. They whickered and made strange sounds among themselves as she basked in their beauty.
"They like you," it was a rough harsh voice, male, one that she didn't recognize immediately. Looking up, she was stunned to see Prince Luke watching her... it was the first thing that he'd ever said to her. "They are saying that they will visit you often."
"But I'll be losing my virginity soon!" protested Carrie, "I thought unicorns only liked virgins!"
The Prince shook his head and walked off. Tsking after him, Nadine informed her, "The first time they meet you they'll only approach if you're a virgin, but if they like you then they'll continue to visit afterwards." She held out her hand to be sniffed and a majestic looking stallion submitted to having his mane petted. 
"They're wonderful..." sighed Carrie, watching with regret as the traveling company was led away. The next entertainment was two of the biggest trolls fighting, something that she wasn't that interested in. By the time the evening finally ended she was exhausted, and slightly frustrated. There was still a kind of burning in her pussy but it had become muted and aching as the night went on, she didn't know what to do about it but at least it wasn't the insistent nagging that it had been at the start of the night. 
Nadine led her back to her rooms where she handed her off to Kylia, who helped get Carrie take off her make up and undo her hair. Those feeling stirred in her belly again as Kylia removed the jewelry and costume she was wearing, those soft hands touching her skin. When the hoops were removed from her nipples the tender buds felt swollen and throbbing, reawakening the earlier desires.
"How do they feel?" Kylia asked, and Carrie gasped as the girls fingers rubbed the tender buds, pleasure spurting through her body and making her insides tense. The other girl smiled, “Seems like they’re fine.”

“What’s wrong with me?” wailed Carrie, utterly confused, and wishing that Kylia hadn’t taken her hands away.

Kylia shook her head, “Nothing sweetheart, it’s completely normal. Don’t worry, this week you’ll learn about everything.”

She tucked a trembling Carrie into bed, naked, before leaving.  In bed Carrie curled up her hands pressed between her thighs and shaking with that burning in her belly.  When she finally managed to drift off to sleep her dreams were filled with running unicorns, flying griffins, and then Prince Luke... the handsome man’s hands touching her breasts, his mouth on her nipples... but there had to be something more too.  There had to be. 



Troll Slave Ch. 03



The next day Ariel woke Carrie, practically dragging the tired girl out of bed and taking her to the bath. It seemed incredibly erotic, her body was tingling by the time they got out, the way that Ariel's hands had felt all over her... 

"What happens today?" she asked as Ariel dried her off.

Grinning, Ariel looked up at her, "Today you start your lessons. By the time you're ready for your defloration you'll know many ways of pleasing males, but you'll still have your maidenhead.... And lucky you, you're going to have the best teacher. Prince Luke."

Carrie's eyes went wide at the thought of taking lessons in pleasing males from that handsome man, "But, I thought that he thought he was above all of us." she stammered.

"Oh he does," snorted Ariel, "But that doesn't stop him from being very talented in bed, and he doesn't exactly get to choose his duties either. Now come on, we have to go meet him."

"But I'm not dressed!" protested Carrie, her modesty was unraveling yet again.

"No need to," Ariel informed her, "No one's going to see you but him anyway."

"That's why I want clothes," Carrie muttered as Ariel steered her down the hall, and the other girl laughed merrily. 

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Carrie felt very awkward as she stood completely naked in front of Prince Luke, especially because he was still wearing his loin clothe. Circling around her he inspected her completely, silently lifting her breasts with his hands and bouncing them gently, squeezing them to get an idea of their firmness. As his fingers pinched her nipples she felt that stirring in her belly again. He tugged on them, watching her face and she tried to keep herself from moaning aloud. 

Over to the side Ariel was sitting and watching, this was the only time that she'd be sitting in, because she'd be needed for today. Kneeling in front of Carrie, the Prince inspected her shaved mound, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. Biting her lip to keep from crying at this complete lack of modesty, she thought her face was going to explode from her blushes as he pressed a finger into her virgin hole, searching for the barrier. Running his hands over the smooth skin of her legs, he squeezed her upper thighs, massaging the backs of them just under her buttocks. 

Walking around behind her he pushed her over and squeezed her buttocks, kneading the flesh with his fingers. Carrie let out a little sob and immediately Ariel got up and came over, kneeling in front of her and holding her face in her hands. Prince Luke ignored the other girl as she whispered to Carrie.

"It's going to get worse in a moment, he has to check your bumhole too." Carrie stared at Ariel in horror as she felt a greasy finger pressing against that puckered hole, "Men like strange things when it comes to sexual pleasures, and our bumholes are tight and warm for them... it will hurt a little bit, and it will hurt when he takes you there and even more when the troll king does, but don't worry about that yet. That's for later this week and by then you'll be more used to it."

Ariel continued to hold Carrie's face as tears began to run down her cheeks as the slick finger pushed its way into her body. There was no barrier there to stop it. Although it was extremely uncomfortable and slightly painful, that wasn't why she was crying. It was just so dirty and wrong, that wasn't a hole that she'd ever thought anyone would want to put anything in - why would they? It obviously wasn't a place to go. As his finger moved deeper she grimaced through her silent tears, her stomach cramping as the digit invaded her body. She felt completely violated.

"Nice and tight." It was the first thing the Prince had said that day, and she felt her chest heave in a sob. Looking up at her pale face, Ariel was filled with pity, and she lifted her lips to Carrie's for a reassuring kiss. 

For her part, Carrie was shocked to be kissed by another girl, but there really was something warm and comforting about it and it was something she could deal with better than the finger wiggling inside her ass. So she kissed Ariel back, almost desperately, as Prince Luke pumped his finger back and forth a few times.

Finally the Prince took his finger away and smacked her buttocks so that she jumped up straight again, pulling away from Ariel's comforting kiss. He walked around to the front of her, observing her tear-streaked face. Even though his finger had been removed from her ass, the little hole still felt uncomfortable, as if something was still inside it. She shifted as he watched her, Ariel remaining kneeling.

"We're going to learn about women today," he told her, "Which is why Ariel's here, she's going to be helping us." Carrie wondered what on earth he meant by learning about women. After all, she WAS a woman - and he wasn't! But he continued and she realized to her horror what he meant, "You will be required to perform with another woman on occasion for entertainment, so you need to know what is pleasing to a woman. We're going to practice with Ariel today."

Carrie had heard about women who made love with other woman, and she certainly knew that women slaves had to pleasure the troll females... but she'd hoped to escape that strangeness when she'd been bought for the king. Taking a deep breath she glanced at Ariel. Well, at least she wasn't a troll. 

Stepping in front of her, the Prince got her immediate attention as he hefted her breasts again, squeezing the globes gently with his entire hands, "A woman's breasts are particularly sensitive to touch, if you squeeze them firmly and massage them with your hands you'll almost definitely get a response. Also, a woman's nipples are even more receptive," And she almost gasped as he began pinching the tender buds, making her insides quiver with anticipation. He showed her the different ways to play with a woman's nipples, twisting, pinching, tugging and rubbing. Then he did something that made her want to faint with pleasure, he took one of them in his mouth and sucked on it while continuing to play with her other breast. 

It was over all too quickly as he pulled away and waved a hand at Ariel, who immediately came forward and took his place at Carrie's breasts. Even though it was a girl doing it to her now, that didn't stop the pleasure. Her nipple felt swollen and tingly as Ariel sucked on it, her other nipple being pinched and twisted pleasurably.

"You can suck on a nipple," he told her, "Or you can bite down gently and use your tongue on it." Ariel bit down on the tender nub and Carrie felt her knees go weak. Eyeing her, the Prince said, "That's enough Ariel, she needs to try it on you now."

Butterflies filled Carrie's stomach as Ariel pulled away, as she looked at the other girls breasts. Hesitantly she reached out towards them and the Prince smacked her on the ass hard, "Hurry up now, we haven't got all day."

They were soft but firm, feeling much like her own. She squeezed them like the Prince had, using her fingers to massage the flesh and then work over to Ariel's nipples. The other girl closed her eyes, smiling in pleasure and Carrie wondered if she had looked like that. Seeing the Prince tapping his foot impatiently, Carrie leaned forward and took one of Ariel's nipples between her teeth. It felt strange to be sucking on another woman's nipple, but she liked the way that Ariel responded; it gave her a strange rush of power... or something. The interesting feeling in her belly had in no way dissipated either.

"Ok," said the Prince, tapping Carrie on her shoulder. She released Ariel's nipples and the other girl sighed happily, her pink nipples swollen on the firm globes of her chest, "Now lie down."

Feeling quite a bit of trepidation she lay on the thick carpet, her belly fluttering as the Prince put his foot between her thighs and nudged them further apart. As he nodded to Ariel she got onto her knees in between Carrie's legs and started licking at the outer edges of her pussy. Surprised, Carrie's hips lifted and she let out a cry, not knowing what was going on.

"One of the best ways to pleasure a woman," said the Prince as if she hadn't made any noise at all, "Is to lick her. You can lick along her thighs, the outsides of her pussy, and then when you get to the inside that's when it feels the best." Ariel was doing everything as he said it, and Carrie could feel that burning need swiftly growing inside her, especially as Ariel's tongue made its way into that wet slit. "You can lick her bumhole..." Carrie gasped, it felt surprisingly good as Ariel's tongue swiped over her little rosebud, "You can stick your tongue inside her pussy. And on every woman there is a little nub at the top of her pussy that likes to be licked, this is a very sensitive spot. Rather like a nipple on her pussy, but much more sensitive." Carrie was going crazy as Ariel continued to lick that little button, the Prince continued, "This button can be rubbed, licked, and sucked on. You can even bite down on it like it is a nipple."

When Ariel's teeth gently closed over that excited organ, Carrie screamed aloud as pleasure washed over her in sudden waves of ecstacy, her body jerking and thrashing as Ariel continued to suck on the nubbin. Standing over them, the Prince watched as Carrie sobbed, that yearning need in her belly finally fulfilled. It had been fantastic. Opening her eyes, she saw him looking down at her, something strange in his expression. Just as quickly it was gone and he was looking at her with his usual impassive expression.

"You just had what we call an orgasm," he informed her, "It is the pleasurable end to sexual encounters. Women don't always have them, and as the Troll King's concubine it will be your duty to make sure that he has his pleasure... you may always get your pleasure later with your servants." Ariel smiled at her from between her legs, a slightly shiny sheen on her lips. "Now it's your turn to try this with Ariel."

Smiling reassuringly at Carrie, Ariel got onto her back, spreading her own legs. Slowly Carrie got between them, looking at that spread pink pussy. It seemed rather strange really. Leaning forward she licked along the outside of the girl's slit, the part that wasn't wet or pink. Even though it wasn't the pink sensitive part, Ariel moaned and lifted her hips. Carrie realized that even though she was very hesitant about all of this, she wanted to do the best she could for Ariel... after all, Ariel had been nothing but kind to her and she had also just sated the hunger that had been raging in Carrie's own pussy. 

Looking at that spread pinkness, she saw the little nubbin that Prince Luke had been talking about... but remembering the pleasure of the buildup she decided not to go for that right away. She wasn't feeling brave enough to lick at Ariel's crinkled hole, but she did start licking up and down the girl's slit, tasting the juices gathered there. They were slightly sweet, although a little musky and heavy on her tongue; she liked the way it made Ariel moan though. Licking with more and more enthusiasm she found the hole there that the Prince had spoken of; stiffening her tongue she pressed it into Ariel, wiggling it a little as the girl gasped and moaned. 

Watching, the Prince told her, "Since she's not a virgin, you can put your fingers in there too. You have small fingers so I would suggest at least two of them."

Carrie glanced up at him and then looked back at Ariel's flushed face. Taking two of her fingers she pressed them into the hole, feeling the soft, warm, wet squishiness of the inside of her body. It pulsed around her fingers, feeling strange. 

"There's a small ridged spot on one of the walls," the Prince continued, "If you rub that it will feel really good for her. As good as sucking on her nubbin." Searching a little, Carrie knew she found it when Ariel gasped and her hips lifted involuntarily. The Prince smiled.

Excited now, at this new knowledge, Carrie rubbed that inner spot, lowering her mouth to continue licking at Ariel's wetness. Feeling the girl's insides tense around her fingers, she finally went for the little nubbin, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it. Ariel jerked and convulsed, her pussy spasming around Carrie's questing fingers as she came. Throughout it all, Carrie's eyes glowed with excitement... this was an awful lot of fun for her.

That day when they left the Prince, she thought she saw the same look in his eyes that she had earlier right after she'd orgasmed. But then the door closed and she couldn't see him anymore. His final instructions had been to practice with her servants tomorrow, something that she looked forward to greatly... she wondered if being with Nadine and Kylia would be different than Ariel. At the very least, she was going to get more orgasms of her own, and that excited her. In the back of her head she knew that this was all in preparation for the troll King, but she ignored that in the excitement of the day.



Troll Slave Ch. 04



For one whole day Carrie played with Ariel, Nadine and Kylia, the latter three delighting in what they could teach their new novice. Not only was she eager to learn everything she could, but she also was a quick learner. Carrie was excited about the pleasures that she was learning about her own body, the girls even showed her how to pleasure herself when no one was around to help her out. The three of them passed the day enjoyably, spending almost the entire time in Carrie's rooms. 

The next day Carrie was taken down to see Prince Luke again, this time Kylia escorted her to the door and then left. Feeling some trepidation at what might be in store for her today, Carrie knocked on the door and went in. Walking in, she almost gasped... immediately freezing as she was faced by a completely naked Prince Luke, the first time she had ever seen a naked man.

Between his legs, rather than the wet pinkness that she had spent the previous day exploring, he had a soft looking hanging sack and small shaft... yet she knew that it grew from what the girls had told her. When she had lived in the village she had seen stallions mating, seen the giant red cocks that they'd sheathed in the squealing mares... so the Prince's didn't look that threatening at the moment, that didn't mean it wouldn't become that way.

Standing in the center of the room, the Prince looked at her, that odd expression on his face again. "Come here," he ordered, "Come in front of me and kneel down."

Knowing that she would be punished if she didn't obey quickly she scurried to get in front of him, although her stomach was fluttering mightily. Now that strange organ was only inches from her face, soft and squishy looking. 

"A man's body is similar to a woman's in where the pleasure points are," the Prince began, "But men have a dick instead of a pussy, when they are aroused the dick grows and then they pleasure themselves in the woman's body. There are many different ways that a woman can pleasure a man, we're going to explore three of them today. The last, of course, will have to wait for the Troll King." Carrie blushed at his frank speaking and wondered how on earth a woman could pleasure a man three different ways without the use of her pussy. 

Kneeling down next to her, the Prince looked her square in the face, cupping her chin with his hands, and then he leaned forward and kissed her. Carrie was shocked at first, this hadn't been at all what she was expecting, but as his tongue probed between her lips she opened her mouth for him, allowing him to kiss her deeply. Her passionate response somewhat surprised him, but he continued, running his hands down to her breasts and squeezing them, rubbing the nipples with his fingers. Pulling away from the kiss, the Prince lowered his mouth to one of the pink buds, nipping at it with his teeth. 

Looking down at him, Carrie could see past his head to where his dick had grown much larger than before, it looked very firm and long now... much more like what the stallion had used on the mare. She remembered the first day when she thought his loin clothe was fitting him oddly after he'd watched her and Ariel... it must have aroused him to watch her. He hadn't been kidding when he said the girls would be used for entertainment, it must be something that men enjoyed watching. As his mouth moved to her other nipple she felt herself melting into his hands and mouth, wondering how he would have her pleasure him. Right now, she would do almost anything to please him. 

Pulling away he told her, "Now you suck on my nipples."

It was distinctly different than using her mouth and hands on a woman's nipples; his were much smaller and his chest was hairy... but it turned her on to be sucking on him. Slowly, as she kissed him, the Prince stood making her mouth move down towards his dick, she continued to kiss around his groin although she was rather afraid to make a move towards that long shaft. Gripping his hands in her hair, he brought her face until it was directly in front of his bobbing dick and pulled her down; knowing she didn't have a choice, Carrie opened her mouth and allowed him to press his dick into it.

Immediately he groaned as his dick was engulfed in her warm, wet mouth. Then he suddenly pulled her off and smiled at her, "That's actually the second way... the first way is with your hand. Make a fist around my shaft and move it up and down." Although she had rather liked the sensation of having him in her mouth, she obeyed; and she did like that it was now much easier to see his face as she fisted him. Up and down her little hand went, rubbing against the mushroom shaped head on his shaft, making him jerk with pleasure. 

Again he pulled her mouth towards him, plunging his dick into her orifice... this time he pulled her as far down as she could go without gagging too much; her fist continuing to move up and down on the portion of his dick that she could swallow. Moving her head up and down, she did the best she could to pleasure him with her tongue and fingers, although she didn't have very much control over what was happening. His dick was long and firm in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and bumping against her gag reflex; she tried not to let that affect her though. Suddenly his thrusts into her mouth became much more vicious and she was forced to let go of his dick with her hand and brace both small hands against his thigh. This gave him much more room to plunge his dick in.

The first time he went all the way down her throat she almost chocked, her throat muscles working in confusion as she tried not to throw-up and also tried to breath. Prince Luke groaned as he held her in place, feeling the convulsions of her mouth and throat massaging his dick pleasantly; after a moment or two he pulled her back up and let her gasp for air around his shaft before pulling her back down again. 

"Don't struggle," he hissed at her as he felt her hands pressing against his thighs, trying to pull herself off of him. Tears sparking in her eyes from both fear and discomfort, Carrie tried to relax and just let him control her body. In and out of her mouth he went, plunging all the way home every time and pressing her pink lips up against his groin... she felt sick in her stomach as though she was going to throw up. Prince Luke was very experienced though, and he knew when her gorge was rising and pulled out just before she could get to the point of no return. 

Dick bobbing in front of him, slick with her saliva, he watched as she bent over and gasped, dry-heaving a little. Nothing came up, although her stomach felt as though it could possibly jump into her throat. Closing her eyes she concentrated on breathing deeply, trying to reduce the nausea that had overtaken her in the last couple minutes. She wondered why on earth men would want to torture women this way; making them nauseous, not allowing them to breath...

"You'll get better at this," the Prince told her, "We'll spend most of tomorrow practicing until you can swallow me on your own, and as you practice you'll learn to control yourself so that you don't get nauseous at all." Carrie looked up at him through tear-flecked lashes, still gasping for breath. 

Kneeling next to her he began fondling her breasts again, rubbing and caressing - letting one hand slip down to the slippery folds of her pussy and toying with the little nubbin there. Carrie could feel her nausea melting away, being pushed out by a much more urgent feeling; moaning she moved her hips in time with her hand and pressed her breasts more firmly into his firm grip. Turning her head, she put her mouth on his nipple and sucked the little bud into her mouth, biting down gently as his hands continued to coax the most amazing sensations out of her body. 

When she felt flushed and heated all over her body, wishing that he would just put his mouth on her pink wetness and eat her to orgasm, he stood up. Ordering, "Stay there." And turning to walk to the dresser. Picking something up, it looked like some kind of jar, he slathered something onto his hard dick, making it look shiny and smooth. Returning to her side he knelt behind her, in between her legs, with the jar and she wondered what on earth he was doing.

Freezing as she felt his finger press against her ass, she remembered Ariel telling her that men liked to take women in their bumholes. Breathing hard she tried not to panic as one finger worked its way into her tight anus, again she felt that wash of degradation as she was buggered by his finger. Blushing shamefully, she tried to ignore the full feeling of her lower body, the way his finger twisted and probed inside of her. Uncomfortable, but not really painful in anyway. Then he pushed a second finger in and she grimaced... that hurt a little. Little jabbing pains that made her stomach twist and cramp, increasing the further he pushed his finger in. Gritting her teeth she bore down on his fingers, trying to squeeze them from her anus, but all he did was push them further in. When she finally relaxed her muscles his fingers popped in all the way, making her moan as the thick digits moved inside her body. It was such a strange feeling to have something inside her, especially in the wrong hole.

His fingers sawed in and out of her body... and then suddenly they were gone and she missed them as soon as they were because it really came home to her what was next. She could feel his swollen mushroom head pressing against her tight crinkled hole, and she remembered that she couldn't swallow him with her mouth... as much as she wanted to please him - and she did - she was afraid of how large it would be in her ass. As his dick began to press into her body, her hole seemed to stretch forever, painfully spreading for his wide head. 

With a sob, she tried to crawl forward and his hands grabbed her hips, pulling her backwards so that the head of his dick pressed into her ass with a pop... she screamed as her ass closed around his shaft, pushing mightily to try and expel him.

"Don't try to get away or it will hurt more," he told her, there was something very soft and comforting in his had voice, "I don't want to hurt you."

Blinking back tears she thought over what he had just said... it was certainly the first time that he'd ever displayed any concern at all for her well-being. But she couldn't really think it over because almost immediately his dick began to saw back and forth in her tight hole, working its way a little deeper with each small thrust. Gasping with discomfort, her ass was now cramping heavily and the short jabbing pains had become sharp jabbing pains that went straight into her belly as his dick quested forward. Still, she did feel some small pleasure when she heard him groan, he did sound like her tight ass felt good to him. In some ways she wished that she could see his face as he invaded her... on the other hand she was scared to see the pleasure when she was in such pain. 

It seemed to take forever before he was completely imbedded in her ass, his dick twitching inside of her tightness. For a few moments he held himself there, allowing her to attempt to adjust to the new proportions of her anal cavity. Carrie let out a low sob as his dick began to retreat, her ass convulsing around the movement; and her back arched as he thrust back in, burying himself again. She remembered the way he had moved in and out of her mouth, and realized that he was going to do the same thing with this hole. Another thrust, another groan, and she half-lowered, half-fell onto her forearms, leaving her ass high in the air for him to plunder. 

After a few thrusts, the jabbing pains stopped, almost as though her ass now realized that he was going this deep and only this deep and it could stop protesting. Sighing in relief as the intensely painful part of the process went away, still grimaced a little in discomfort; his dick stretched out her hole over and over with every rough thrust. Although he was actually holding himself back a little from full force thrusts, she felt as though he was trying to pound her into the floor. 

Hands caressed her buttocks and then slid down her sides and to her tits, grabbing a hold of them and gripping, pinching her nipples as his hands cupped her fleshy globes. It felt good, very good in fact, and it even made the fullness and the movement in her ass feel a little less strange and uncomfortable. As he continued to fondle her, all the while pillaging her ass, it began to feel good to have him inside of her; with every thrust his balls were slapping against her pussy and she could feel that little wet slit start to respond. Her clit began to work its way out from between the slick folds in order to get its own tap from his swinging balls; each thrust began to cause an electric jolt of pleasure as he slapped her clit. Even the movement inside her slick back hole was starting to feel good, the fullness feeling more natural and less invasive. 

Moaning, she began to push her ass back against him, wanting him deeper inside her for some reason... it hurt a little as she began to press backwards, increasing the force of her thrusts, but that just made her crave it more. Then he really let himself go and she realized that he had been holding back on his previous thrusts; he pounded her ass and she cried out in painful pleasure as one of his hands fell back down towards his body and into her pussy. Rubbing roughly along the length of her wet slit and rolling her clit between his fingers, he pounded her ass even harder; as though she was going to have to pay for the pleasure coursing through her with a little pain. 

He wasn't going to last much longer after everything that had come before this, and the tight gripping warmth of her ass. Pinching her clit he began tugging on it, twisting and rubbing it between his fingers. Arching her back Carrie let out a cry of pure ecstacy as she came, her ass convulsing around him in orgasmic pleasure. His thrusts became positively brutal, shoving the breath from her body, and the last one sent her falling to the floor; her limbs already weak from the pleasure that was engulfing them. Crushed beneath him, she shuddered in the last throes of her orgasm as his dick dug its deepest yet and he began to release his seed into her bowels. Every spurt throbbed against the inside of her tight hole, and she moaned, her breasts pressed flat beneath her, his hands digging into her flesh and he held her tight against him. 

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his dick triumphant and weary in her tight hole.

After he pulled out of her, he let her go, telling her that she would return tomorrow to practice what she'd learned today. The day after that would be her public defloration; and Carrie felt that little thrill of fear again. 

Before she could totally leave, as she was walking out the door, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her back into the room - out of the sight of Kylia who was waiting for her. Holding her close to him, her startled eyes looked up into his as he seemed to search hers for something. Breathless, completely aware of him with every fiber of her being, the way his body held hers close, she could feel her lips part as she stared at him. Slowly, still searching her eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers.

This kiss wasn't like the other ones, it wasn't even like the ones she had with the girls. It was passionate but sweet, demanding and gentle, it made her quiver with unaccustomed emotion and her hands clutched at his shoulders as he pulled her close by her waist. They kissed deeply, as though he was trying to drink in her essence before she had to go. 

Then, suddenly, he pulled away and pushed her - gently - back towards the door. With one backwards look at him, and a touch of her swollen lips, she left with Kylia. That night, her mind turned over the scene over and over again... wondering what the next day would bring. 



Troll Slave Ch. 05



The next day Carrie spent the entire day with Prince Luke. Some of it was spent in what he had told her, learning to suck his dick and take it all the way into her mouth, he took her anally twice that day... but some of it was just spent kissing and caressing. She got to explore his body the same way that she had the girls, learning all of the spots that made him tick and finding out new things about the way that men and women are different. Once, she decided to be very brave and licked his anus, his hips jerked and he moaned, letting her know that men liked that sensation very much. They both pleasured each other, the entire day, although sometimes just talking as they caressed. 

It turned out he didn't think that he was better than Ariel, Kylia and Nadine, he just thought that they would hate him because of their positions in the Troll court, whereas he was never forced to do any sexual favors for anyone. They also talked about their childhoods; although he didn't seem to like remembering that she was a peasant, she did make him laugh with some funny stories. He was also very amused when she told him about her comparison of his dick to the fearsome weapon of the stallion. Jokingly, he'd said that she should be just as afraid of his... that was the second time during the day that he buggered her; and although it hurt a little because her asshole was slightly swollen from the first, she found that she rather liked that little bit of pain. It made everything seem more real or something.

When she left, they shared that same kind of passionate kiss, twining her arms around his neck she pressed her body against him, loving the way he felt against her. He was all hard and firm and she was all softness and curves... it made her ache a little to let go. Their hands still held as she walked away, all the way to their fingertips before they had to release each other. 

That night she slept very little, knowing that the next day would not be a training day. She would not see Luke. Instead, she would be losing her precious maidenhead to a troll. Even if he was the Troll King. Aching inside, she realized that part of the reason she was so upset was because she wished she could give it to Prince Luke...

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The morning was spent with the girls; being bathed and oiled and massaged... she had to admit that she did like the pampering. Her body was aching with desire by the time that they started to dress her for her defloration; they'd been teasing her all day as they'd been ordered. She knew that her pussy was especially juicy now, their gentle touches and caresses made her want to beg for release... but they'd told her at the beginning of the day that she couldn't have an orgasm until after her defloration. This was in hopes that the Troll King would be able to make her cum... and the way her pussy was aching right now she was doubtful that it would be that hard, no matter how much the first time hurt.

Carrie moaned as Ariel sucked on her nipples, rolling them between her teeth. Then the little hoops were attached, just as they had been at her presentation; she sucked in her breath as her nipples throbbed on her aching chest. Despite her disgust at the idea of having her virginity taken by a troll - and then having to warm his bed most nights after that - she was eager to have any kind of stimulation that would allow her to orgasm. Her entire body felt like it was on fire with desire - which was probably the point.

Her upper arms were adorned with gold armbands that had scarves trailing behind; gold manacles went on her wrists, chaining them together. The heavy gold collar was adorned with rubies this time, and more rubies glittered in her hair and dripped from her earlobes. Make-up was applied to her face, making her lips a dark ruby red and her eyes lined with black. Looking in the mirror she had to admit that she looked both exotic and beautiful... she just wished that it was for someone else... someone like Prince Luke. The thought of him made her cheeks flush becomingly, and the girls all ooed over her appearance. They were made-up prettily too, telling her that they would probably be parceled out afterwards to some of the nobility for the night. The final touch was bracelets on her ankles, bracelets that would become manacles to chain her legs apart.

With a heavy tread she followed the girl's lighter footsteps to the Great Hall, blinking as blinding light assailed her. There were fireworks and great crystals in the air, sending rainbows shooting across the room; everywhere she looked there was some kind of entertainment going on for the gathered trolls. But no where did she see Prince Luke, or any other male human. Immediately the girls brought her up to two of the troll guards, who leered lustily at her body, and then the girls had to go. They had their own platform to perform on, caressing and licking each other with abandon... Carrie wished that she was their with them, getting licked and rubbed to orgasm. 

Instead the guards took her to the center dais where a large frame was set up. Raising her arms above her head they attached the manacles to the frame, and then spread her legs and chained her ankles far apart. Her entire body was on display; breasts thrust out by the position of her arms and her pink wetness spread and pussy clearly visible by the wide-spread of her thighs. A great hush came over the crowd, and she blushed as everyone turned to look at her.

The Troll King walked down the center aisle, his eyes glowing lustily as he looked at her. Completely naked, he was already fisting a dick that was much bigger than Prince Luke's; she felt a thrill of fear go through her, remembering the pain she'd felt when Prince Luke used her bumhole for his pleasure. How could she take a cock even bigger than his? Eyes-wide and knowing that she was completely helpless, she couldn't help but struggle a little anyway. 

Reaching her, the Troll King looked her over, grinning with his yellowed teeth. She felt slightly sick looking at his flat features and dull, rough skin; his hands reached out and cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard. With a gasp of pain her back arched, and it looked like she was thrusting her breasts into his hands for more abuse; the throngs of trolls laughed as tears sparked her eyes while the King pulled on the chain connecting the hoops around her nipples. The little hoops tightened and made sharp pains tingle in her aching globes. 

Rough hands moved down her slim body, until two fat fingers rubbed along her pussy slit... the gooshed sloppily in her juicy pussy, and she closed her eyes in shame, knowing that she was wet and aroused. Raising his fingers to her lips, the King made her suck on the thick digits, mimicking pleasuring himself in her mouth. Tasting herself on his fingers she just sucked reluctantly, hating the whooping cheers that echoed around the room, hating that this was public.

Walking around behind her, the Troll King put her on display before everyone; they would be able to see exactly what she did and every expression on her face. Bending his knees slightly he placed his wide cock at her pussy hole, she could feel it pressing there, trying to burrow inside her. Reaching around he grabbed a hold of her breasts and began to push upwards. Her mouth dropped open as the pressure on her hole increased, feeling something fat and long pushing up into her body. It hurt, it hurt a lot and she tried to struggle as something inside her began to tear... it wasn't enough that he was stretching her open, making her feel like her body was splitting in half, but now something was actually breaking inside of her. Her maiden-head was taken, and he began to push up into her, sliding into her tight hole. 

Gasping, her head hung down as he buried himself in her body; she could feel him, hard and rough against the tender walls of her pussy, stretching her incredibly. She almost expected her stomach to be distended, she felt like he was so fat inside her. The crowd cheered as he withdrew from her body most of the way, making her breath a sigh of relief; they could see the blood streaking his slick cock. With a mighty shove he pushed upwards, making her shriek as the breath was knocked from her body with his brutal thrust. Hard and fast he fucked her, making her sob as her poor pussy was abused badly during the taking of her virginity. Wiggling and struggling, she put on quite a show for his court as her body bounced around on top of him, tears streaming down her face. 

She didn't cum. It was starting to hurt less by the time that he came, but the burning desire that had filled her was buried beneath the pain and humiliation. That didn't seem to matter though. With a grunt he buried his dick in her with a splitting thrust, shocking her poor ravaged pussy, and began to cum. More tears trickled down her face as she felt his seed unleashing into her... she knew that she could very well become pregnant from him.

Behind the cheering crowd, in a darkened corner, angry and jealous eyes watched as the beautiful girl slumped and the revolting male troll stepped out from behind her. The Troll King pumped his fists, yelling loudly as his blood-streaked dick softened... the girl just hung there as white cum began slipping down her thighs. 

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Carrie was taken back to her rooms, completely exhausted from her ordeal; laid onto the bed she just curled up there, hugging her abused body. The troll guards grunted low in their own language before leaving her there, completely alone. It seemed like a long time that she was left alone with her thoughts, feeling completely dirty and her pussy throbbing with pain and long-forgotten arousal. Her thighs were coated with the stickiness of the leaking cum. 

The door opened and she turned, clutching the blankets to her when she recognized Prince Luke. Smiling joyfully she jumped up and ran to him, allowing him to envelop her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She almost cried again when he held her tight and she knew that he didn't find her disgusting... no he didn't find her disgusting at all; in fact his dick was starting to press into her hip. Lifting her lips to his he kissed her, roughly and possessively; she thrilled to the passion in his kiss, kissing him back desperately. They stumbled back towards the bed and he fell on top of her, his hands pulling the hoops off of her nipples; her mouth opened in a shriek and then a moan as the hoops tightened around the little buds and then popped off, making them tingle both painfully and pleasurably.

His lips moved over her neck and breasts, sucking on her nipples roughly and his hands kneading her flesh. Frantically she returned his caresses and kisses, needing to feel like she wasn't disgusting, wanting to know that the fact that she'd been raped by a troll didn't change his feelings about her. Then she felt his dick pressing against her sore pussy hole, and as his lips came down on hers again she made a loud noise of protest, muffled by his kiss as his dick began to press into her brutalized pussy. Struggling beneath him did nothing, he was much stronger than she was and she was trapped under his hard body, his hips keeping her thighs spread.

Hands pressed against his chest did nothing, his tongue invaded her mouth as his dick began to invade her pussy; pushing the sticky walls apart. It hurt, perhaps not as much as when the Troll King had pushed into her, but it still hurt; violating her despite the fact that she desired him. This wasn't what she had wanted to do, she would have pleasured him willingly in any other way, but her pussy burned with pain as he fucked her. Sobbing she tried to fight him, pleading with him to take her in her bumhole as his lips finally let hers go.

"No," he said fiercely, his eyes burning with jealousy and anger, "He took you here and so will I..." his brutal thrusts emphasized his words. Taking her wrists in his hands, he pulled her scratching nails away from his shoulder, holding them above her head in a mimicry of her earlier bondage. Carrie cried out as he continued to fuck her, pressing his dick all the way into her pussy and rubbing against her clit... to her shock a wave of pleasure went through her, making her writhe underneath him for a different reason. Her body undulated, pressing her hips against him... slowly the soreness in her pussy dissipated, being forced out inch by inch by the pleasure that was being created in her. 

His lips took hers again as his groin rubbed against her pussy, making her clit swell and ache... as she began to move back against him, all the teasing and arousal from the whole day welled up inside her again. With a passionate cry that disengaged their lips, she came, her orgasm taking over her entire body with ecstacy, enhanced by the dick that was inside of her. Feeling her tight pussy clasping him, he thrust hard and held himself inside her, letting her pussy massage his shaft. His dick pulsed, spurting his own load of cum into her, soothing her aching walls from the two brutal fuckings that she'd had in such a short time span.

Gasping, her body slowly relaxed under his, and she turned up her lips for a kiss, his hands still holding hers down above her head. It was a slow kiss, gentle, apologetic on his part. They both stiffened as voices passed the door, a male guest from the party and laughing Nadine's.

"I have to go," he whispered, his dick already soft inside her and beginning to slide from her slippery hole.

"Will you be back?" she asked, clasping him to her body.

"Not tonight," he kissed her fearful face, "But neither will he... sometime tomorrow, I'll see you. I promise."

She nodded, kissing him back as a token of that promise.

Prince Luke left her there, hurrying down the hall... he'd had the plans in place for awhile but they would need some tinkering in order to include a second person. The chance for failure would be much greater... but he had to. 



Troll Slave Ch. 06



Prince Luke worked feverishly throughout the night, handing over the promised bribes and hiding away his bags of clothes and supplies. He'd had to pay out a lot more in order to get clothes that would fit Carrie as well... but it would be worth it. Somehow that peasant girl had stolen his heart, and although he'd been unsure of whether or not to return to his kingdom - he'd left after a huge fight with his father about choosing a wife - he knew that he couldn't stay here to watch her be used by someone else. Especially because the more the Troll King favored her, the less chances Luke would have to sneak time with her... and if he was ever caught... well it was better to try and escape.

His father had wanted to him to marry after all, and in their kingdom it wasn't overly important that the girl be noble, as long as she was a virgin. Of course, he hadn't been the one to take Carrie's virginity, but he'd been slipping a drug into her food to keep her from getting pregnant. As soon as they got clear of the troll kingdom he would find a priest to marry them and they'd get her pregnant. No one would gainsay a Prince's word... and he'd had her right after her defloration. 

Wincing a little, he regretted that somewhat. She had responded passionately enough at the end, but he knew that the beginning of that rendevous had been closer to rape. Fortunately she hadn't hated him for it, maybe she had even understood the jealousy that had driven him. Watching the Troll King take her had been one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do... and then he'd come at her like a beast himself. Well, he'd make it up to her now, he would.

Looking at the rising sun he realized that their escape would have to wait till the lunch hour... and he knew exactly what the Troll King had planned for his darling Carrie for breakfast. Gritting his teeth, he rushed to get the last of the arrangements in place... she'd spend the morning with the Troll King but by lunch they'd been on their way and then she'd be his for life. 

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Carrie found a note slipped under her door that morning from Prince Luke.

My Darling, I will not be able to see you until later today... the Troll King will have you for the morning. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I regret taking you the way I did last night, I have no excuse other than my jealousy. Do not keep this note, we would both be in trouble if it were found. I love you. -L

Her heart welled up with joy as she read the note, clutching it to her chest as a tear slipped down her cheek. He loved her. For that she could face anything, anyone; even the time spent in the Troll King's service. Perhaps when the Troll King tired of her, perhaps then Luke would have the opportunity to rescue her, just as Kylia hoped for rescue from her betrothed. 

Sadly she had to tear the note up, but she could deal with that because she'd memorized every word. It would have been nice to keep it... but at least she had it in her head. As Kylia, Nadine and Ariel came in to bathe and dress her for the morning she just smiled prettily at them, talking cheerfully. They marveled at her recovery from the tearful, unhappy girl from the night before. 

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Breakfast that morning was miserable for both Carrie and Luke. He ran around, distracted by the images filling his mind of what was happening to her. Still, he managed to get the bundles of clothing where they needed to be and to give the herbwife the sleeping draught to put into the guard's midday ale. They'd never notice the difference in taste, trolls were rather dense. His biggest worry had been the magician's, but all of them were still asleep and would probably continue to sleep considering the noise that had been coming from their rooms the night before. Procuring another protective amulet from the old crone in the village had been nothing more than a few gold coins and a kiss on the cheek. She always said that he reminded her of her grandson.

Hurrying to the stables he saddled up the two unicorns that were waiting for him there, quickly going through to make sure that all the horses had been unshod. No one would be following them on horseback, which would slow down pursuers significantly; not that even the finest horses would ever be able to catch a unicorn. That had been one way in which Carrie had been helpful to the plan; the unicorns had liked her quite a lot and were not pleased that her virginity had been taken from her so forcefully. They'd caught Prince Luke rushing around the night before and had figured out what he meant to do with that extra pair of woman's clothing and had offered their assistance. Standing in the middle of the stables he realized that there was nothing left to do but sit and wait. A long, practically unbearable wait with nothing to do but think about what he knew Carrie must be going through.

Things started off very ill for Carrie at the beginning of breakfast; the Troll King's idea of feeding her was having her suck him off. His cock was very wide and long and she had trouble fitting very much of it into her mouth, so he had one of his guards spank her tender buttocks until she managed to work three fourths of the length into her mouth. By then her hands and mouth had brought him to the point of no return; although she didn't know whether or not she was thankful as his foul-tasting gunk began to fill her mouth. It overflowed although he ordered her to swallow it. The surrounding crowd laughed as she sputtered, swallowing as much as she could while some of it dripped out of her mouth and onto her chin and breasts. 

Since she hadn't swallowed everything like she was supposed to she was denied any food except some bread, which she first had to use to scoop off everything she had missed that was now on her body. The disgusting slimy stuff didn't do much to whet her appetite, and so she only ate a few pieces while the entire company watched her mop up her body. 

Breakfast was followed by the Troll King having her sit on his lap so that he could fondle her in front of everyone, allowing some of the more important goblin and imp envoys come forward to take a squeeze and lick at her pussy. Carrie felt completely degraded as the imp slid his long flexible tongue into her ass, wriggling around inside of it. Tears streamed down her face as the Troll King laughed and clapped his hands. At first she thought she was fortunate that he was unable to rise to the occasion for a second violation of her body; instead he became angry at his unresponsiveness and took it out on her, buggering her with the salt-shaker. 

Bent over the table with her ass in the air, filled with a glass salt-shaker that moved in and out of her bumhole, she desperately remembered the note from Prince Luke. All she had to do was get through this morning and she'd be able to see him... but despair also filled her heart as she wondered just how many mornings like this she'd have to get through. 

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When Carrie got back to her rooms she was exhausted, her entire body feeling abused. The troll king had liked having her bottom filled with the salt-shaker so much that he'd decided to put the pepper grinder in her pussy... she was just blessed that he'd kept the openings at her openings so that the salt and pepper fell on the floor and not into her body. Her breasts and ass were bright pink and her nipples were aching they'd been pinched and twisted so much.

Falling onto her bed she curled up around the pillow, hoping that Luke would be satisfied with her mouth; she didn't think she could take pleasuring him anywhere else. 

Slowly, waiting for him, she drifted off to sleep.

About an hour later she awoke with a start as a shadow stood over her; opening her eyes she saw Luke and smiled, a beautiful smile. 

"Hello beautiful," he leaned down and kissed her, but as she tried to pull him down onto her he resisted, "We have to go."

Suddenly she was completely and fully awake, "Go?"

"We're getting out of here," he grinned at her and she suddenly realized that he was fully clothed, "Everyone's at lunch and there's a path where all the guards will be sleeping, even the magician's are still in their rooms..."

"We're escaping??" her eyes were wide and she was breathless, "But what if we're caught?"

"I don't care," he lifted her up to him, looking deep into her eyes, "I'd rather risk it... I can't stand the thought of staying here. Come away, escape with me and we'll be married and go home to my Kingdom."

"You want to MARRY me?" Carrie gasped, her head reeling... it was just all too much at once.

Kissing her roughly he said, "Will you marry me? If you want to stay you can, I'd just hoped..."

"Of COURSE I'll marry you!" she cried, kissing him passionately. Their lips locked for a few moments as they took joy in each other's company and then he pulled away gasping.

"Come on, we have to hurry..." he grabbed the clothes he'd brought for her. Carrie dressed quickly, and he thought that she looked quite nice with her breasts encased in the top and the skirt flouncing around her ankles. Something about seeing her clothed just made him want to tear the clothes right back off of her... but he knew they didn't have time.

Sneaking down to the stables they were only stopped once along the way... some guard hadn't drunk his lunch ale for some reason and he was still awake. Thinking quickly Prince Luke grabbed one of the torches from the wall; it wouldn't be lit until dark but it was a stout piece of wood.

"I'll just have to go out and fight him," he said, looking rather pale. Of all the times for something to go wrong! If they could just get to the stables they'd be free, but he knew that his chances of fighting an armed troll with a piece of wood weren't very good.

"Wait," Carrie put a small hand on his arm, "I'll go and distract him, then you sneak up behind him and hit him on the head... that way you won't have to fight him and we'll be able to get away easier."

Although Luke didn't like putting her in danger he knew that her suggestion was the better one. After only a moment he nodded; and she kilted up her skirt so that her pale white thighs were showing and then pulled her breasts out of the top of the dress. Rounded and lifted they looked like they were on display and he if it hadn't been for the urgency of the situation he would have thrown her against he wall and fucked her right then. As it was his groin tightened as she put a smile on her face and stepped forward, swaying seductively.

Without all the make-up and jewels the stupid troll didn't recognize her as being the King's newest concubine. Slavering at her displayed assets he grunted, holding out his hand, "Come here honey-face, come help out a poor soldier on a boring watch."

"Why I'd be happy to," she cooed, fluttering her eyes and making her walk bouncy so that her breasts jiggled slightly. Twirling so that the skirt went up above her waist, giving him a show of her firm ass and pink pussy, she stepped to the other side of him... now his back would be to Prince Luke.

Getting on her knees, she winced as he pawed at her tender breasts, squeezing them like ripe fruit; she tugged on his pants, revealing his long thick dick. Still, he wasn't as big as the Troll King and she could see Luke approaching from between his legs. Smiling sweetly she put her lips over the head of his dick, watching his thick lips slobber as he looked down at her, rough hands still tugging her on her breasts. 

THONK!!

The troll's eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and he collapsed - nearly on top of her. With a little shriek she pulled away, falling back in order to get clear of his body. Again, Luke regretted that they had to leave... her skirt was up around her waist and her legs slightly spread, cheeks flushed and breasts heaving...

"Are you sure you aren't trying to tempt ME?" he asked her as he helped her to her feet. Blushing she pulled her skirt back down and tucked her breasts back into the dress, he caught her around the waist and hurried them forward.

The rest of the trip to the stable was without incident. Carrie was incredibly glad to see the unicorns and they whickered, inspecting her body with their noses to make sure that she was unharmed. Helping her onto the unicorn, Luke very nobly didn't cop a feel. Very quickly they were on the road, the people in the village turning a blind eye... they passed the gate where the guards were also asleep (thankfully) and then they were out and into the woods. 

Carrie wasn't missed at the castle until that evening, and even that was put aside as humans stormed the Troll village and keep. Kylia's betrothed had finally come to rescue her.

It was a point of incredible fortune that the two lovers didn't know about. They made post-haste down the road, the unicorns speeding along to the best of their abilities. One of the advantages to riding a beast that was as smart as a human (smarter actually) was that neither Luke or Carrie had to know where they were going. The unicorns took short cuts through the woods that only they knew.

All of them spent the night in a clearing with a pool, where Carrie and Luke bathed - much to his regret. One of the disadvantages of having unicorns along was that out of respect, he and Carrie would not be able to make love. So they were forced to wait, although his dick got stiff as he slept with her snuggled delightfully in his arms. 

At the end of the next day they were well into human territory, and the unicorns left them at the edge of a large village in his Kingdom. That night there was feasting and general merriment after his wedding to Carrie - no wedding sheet was displayed the next day (after all, he'd let it slip to the town's two worst gossips that their consummation had been a wee bit before the actual marriage.). Neither the villagers nor the priest protested this arrangement though; after all the Prince said she was a virgin. No peasant was going to argue with the Prince - not matter how good a mood he was in.

That night they properly made love. Luke caressed her entire body, joyful to really be able to appreciate her. Putting his mouth to her pussy he showed her that it wasn't only women who could please females with their mouths. Clutching at his hair she moaned and gasped, the villagers sitting snickering outside the house, listening to the consummation of the marriage. So they might not get to see a bloody bed sheet, this was just as good.

Moving his mouth away from her pussy Luke traveled up her body, licking and nibbling at her tender nipples. Carrie writhed underneath him, tugging at his hips to get him to enter her... although she craved the remembered feeling of being filled, was even prepared to deal with the pain. To her surprise, as he began to press into her, there was no pain. A steady pressure yes, and it felt strange and maybe a little uncomfortable... but it didn't hurt. 

Happily crying out she pushed her hips up, joining their bodies together as they began to move in rhythm, the little bed knocking against the wall. Her cries of pleasure went higher and higher as she was able, for the first time, to truly enjoy making love... she'd thought it had felt good to have him moving inside her bumhole, but this was even better. Everything was slick and good, there was a little spot somewhere inside her pussy that he moved against that made her body jerk every time. 

Arching her back she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she screamed her pleasure. The villagers outside whooped and hollered listening to the proof of the virile skill of their Prince. They had much more to holler about later too; Carrie and Luke made love three times that night, but she came five.

The King happily welcomed his son and new daughter home, holding a large feast. At the feast were Kylia and her betrothed, along with the rescued Ariel and Nadine who were now betrothed to men in Kylia's entourage. The Troll Kingdom had been overtaken, the humans rescued, and the remaining trolls were now signing a treaty with the human kingdoms so that they could remain and even have back most of their land. The trolls themselves had chased their gluttonous and greedy king back across the mountains, angered that his lust for human women and wealth had caused such devastation to them. From that day on, the raids back and forth would cease and the two species would live in harmony. 

As for Prince Luke and Princess Carrie, they were relieved when 9 months later they were rocking the cradles of twin girls - fully human and all theirs.