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  Taken by the Troll

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Sammy held tight to the straps of her hiking pack and looked around at the forest around her. The last few miles, the walking trails had dwindled to nothing but animal trails. She was in a part of the forest that felt untouched and pure. The bird songs echoed through the woods.

  The lush meadow ended in a picturesque stream with an old stone bridge. Sammy stepped across the water on large stones and wandered closer to the bridge. It seemed strange to have a bridge so far out in the forest. As far as she knew there had not been a single village in the forest for two hundred years.

  The owner of the village inn she slept in the night before said something about a curse or a monster or something. She had been in too much of a hurry to listen to folk tales. Sammy stepped into the shade under the bridge and sighed at the sudden coolness. She shrugged out of her backpack.

  A large log lay under the bridge, almost as if it was put there for her to sit on. Sammy shrugged and settled down on the log. It was surprisingly comfortable. She closed her eyes and lay her head back against the stone of the bridge. She was just starting to drift when a limb broke.

  Sammy lifted her head and blinked blurrily. A large, gray man-shaped creature emerged from the forest in a loincloth. Its red gaze fastened on her immediately and she shivered. She slowly reached toward her bag for her bear repellant. The thing was not a bear, but it looked dangerous.

  “What are you doing under my bridge?” the creature asked.

  Sammy blinked. It could talk. He could talk. She dropped her hand back to the log beside her. It seemed wrong to spray him with repellant when he was obviously an intelligent creature. She smiled up at him.

  “I’m Sammy.”

  His red eyes did not leave her once. “I’m a troll and this is my bridge,” he growled. “What are you doing here?”

  Sammy frowned at the troll. “Just resting. I can go.”

  She started to stand and the troll held up a hand to stop her.

  “Stay a while,” he demanded.

  Sammy shrugged. The troll stood in the same spot watching her for several minutes. Every so often, she glanced up and thought she saw him sniffing in her direction.

  “You smell pure,” he suddenly said.

  Sammy frowned in confusion. “I’ve been hiking all day. I doubt I smell all that great.”

  The troll’s gaze was intense and his red eyes seemed to burn into her.

  “Untainted,” the troll growled. “Virgin.”

  A twinge of unease snaked through her. She suddenly realized how alone she was and how big and strong the troll looked. She rose from the log, careful not to turn her back on the large male watching her intently.

  “Okay, well, it was nice to meet you. I have to be going now.”

  The troll prowled toward her. “Go?” he repeated.

  “Y-yeah,” Sammy stuttered, as the troll closed in on her. “I have to make it out of the forest before dark.”

  The troll smiled wide enough to show his sharp teeth. “Why? Worried something will happen to you?”

  Sammy sucked in a sharp breath, as the troll wrapped his long fingers around her neck.

  “You have two choices,” he said roughly. “Choice number one: you can lay down, spread your legs, and show me that pretty little pussy.”

  Sammy gasped. “And what’s choice number two,” she shivered.

  The troll leered. “I take this knife handle,” he held up the knife by the blade so she could see that the handle was thicker than two of his fingers and three of hers, “And I shove it in your tight little ass.” He paused. “And then I make you show me your pretty pussy.”

  Sammy stared at the huge creature in horror. “You-you can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, but I am, little girl.” He looked her up and down and released her. “I’m honestly hoping you make it difficult for me. The chase is half the fun.”

  “You’re sick,” she gasped.

  “I’m going to love hearing you scream for me.”

  Sammy took a step backwards and the troll’s eyes glittered.

  “Are you going to run, little girl?” He shifted his weight forward onto his toes, just waiting to leap after her.

  She turned and ran. Sammy sprinted as fast as she could, out from under the bridge and across the gently flowing stream. She heard the troll laugh somewhere behind her, before his heavy steps started after her. Her heart pounded, as she ran in sheer terror.

  She reached the other side of the stream and scrambled up the rocks. Just as she reached the flat grass at the top, a hand grabbed her right ankle. Sammy kicked out with her other foot, screaming and struggling to break free. The troll let her go, but he took her right boot.

  It threw off her stride, she realized when she started to run again. Without both boots, she had to be more careful of rocks and sticks in the forest. Sammy stuck to the grassy areas. She could not hear the troll behind her, so she glanced back. There was nothing.

  Before she could consider slowing down, she ran head first into what felt like a brick wall. She bounced off of it and fell back on the ground. Rubbing her head, she looked up and gasped. The troll leered down at her. She scooted back from him.

  He casually squatted down next to her and jerked off her other boot. “Run, little girl,” he growled.

  Sammy hurriedly climbed to her feet and took off in the opposite direction. After a long morning of hiking, her muscles were tired. She soon slowed to a jog. As she came around a corner, the troll appeared from the trees in front of her like magic. She screamed and tried to backpedal.

  The troll grabbed the front of her jacket and ripped it open. Sammy spun away from him, shrugging her jacket off and running away in just her t-shirt and shorts. She thought she heard him laughing, as she put more distance between them.

  Sammy quickly slowed to a jog. She could not run from him forever. He was wearing her down. She slowed to a walk to conserve her energy. Breathing hard, she scanned the trees around her for any sign of the troll.

  He appeared out of seemingly nowhere. She shrieked, as he grabbed the front of her waistband and jerked hard enough to rip her shorts off her. She fell and rolled from the force of it, coming to rest against the tree beside him.

  “Are you finished running?” the troll asked, leering down at her.

  Sammy shook her head hard. She started to reply, when she looked up and saw the tent in his loincloth. His cock was clearly visible. It hung heavy and thick between his legs, and as she watched a drop of precum gathered at the tip. She jerked her gaze away, horrified.

  The monster was enjoying terrifying her.

  Sammy hurried to her feet and backed away. The troll made no move to stop her. He watched her with predatory eyes. Sammy ran and did not stop running until she had to take a break. She stopped beside a tree and leaned on it, panting for breath.

  She had no idea where she was in the forest. From the state of the ground and complete lack of trails, no one ever came near the troll’s bridge. It would have been nice if someone would have told her that before she left the village. She closed her eyes and sobbed.

  A twig snapped behind her. It was the only notice she had before the troll jerked her back from the tree by the back of her t-shirt, ripping her shirt down the front and snapping her bra in half. Sammy gasped and covered her bare breasts, turning to face the troll.

  His red eyes moved down her body to pause on the only article of clothing she had left besides her tattered socks. He reached out a hand toward her. Sammy jerked away, pressing back against the tree. The troll crowded closer.

  He towered over her, both far
taller and far broader than her. She could only stare up at him and shake, as he grabbed her panties with both hands and ripped them in half. Sammy whimpered and watched the last of her coverings flutter to the forest floor.

  “Run, little girl,” the troll growled. He leaned in to sniff her. “Run!”

  Sammy took off, not caring which way she was headed as long as it was away from him. She did not realize she had come full circle until she was splashing across the stream and saw the troll’s bridge ahead of her. She cried out in frustration.

  The troll stepped out from under the bridge. He locked eyes with her and she felt frozen in place, as he came closer and closer.

  Chapter Two

  Sammy’s gaze darted around. Her heart pounded in her chest, as she looked for anything to defend herself. There was nothing but a few small twigs. She was alone and unarmed with a perverted monster. She shook in fear.

  He snatched her by the hair. Sammy thrashed and screamed, clawing at his leathery skin. He paid her little attention, dragging her back under his bridge to bend her over the large log.

  Face wet with tears, Sammy looked back at him over her shoulder. His cock was huge and erect, dripping with precum. As she watched, he stroked over his massive erection and gathered some of the slickness on his fingers.

  “Spread your legs,” he grunted.

  Sammy whimpered and shook her head.

  “You want prep or not?” the troll growled. “One way or another, I’m getting that ass.”

  Sammy sobbed. She inched her legs apart.

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” the troll rumbled. “Yet.”

  At the first touch of his large, slick fingers, she yelped and tried to squirm away. The troll ignored her struggling. He rubbed one thick fingertip against her virgin pucker, massaging the tiny hole until it fluttered in something other than fear. Sammy gasped at the shock of pleasure.

  “Like that, little girl?”

  Sammy clamped her mouth closed, determined not to give the monster any encouragement.

  “Have it your way,” the troll growled.

  That was her only warning, before he shoved his thick finger deep into her ass. She arched her back and cried out, torn between pain and pleasure. Her hole fluttered around his finger and she gasped for breath, whining when he pulled his finger back and slid it back in smoothly. She dug her fingernails into the log beneath her and moaned.

  “That’s it,” the troll crooned, tightening his grip on her hair. “Open up that little body.”

  Sammy whined and pushed her hips back into his thick finger. The burn of the initial stretch had given way to a pleasant heat. It travelled down to her pussy and she felt herself start to get wet. The troll pulled his finger out of her. She moaned at the loss, suddenly needing his touch back on her virgin flesh.

  Just as she thought it, the tips of two huge fingers rubbed more of his precum against her pucker. Sammy shuddered as the hot, slick heat slipped into her. He was lubing her up with his own precum. There was something so filthy about it. He started to press two large fingers into her.

  Her body strained to take it and she arched her back, gasping and whimpering. His fingers slid into her slow and deep. She panted when they were finally all the way in. He twitched his fingers inside her and her pussy clenched.

  “Your pretty little pussy is getting wet for me,” the troll said, slowly pulling his fingers out of her.

  He shoved them back in hard and Sammy sobbed. “Yes!”

  “You like this?” he growled.

  He jerked hard on her hair and fucked his fingers into her several times. Sammy whined and shoved back on his hand.

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  The troll laughed. “We’ll see.”

  His fingers slipped out of her and she whined at the loss. She felt slick and empty. Her ass clenched again and again.

  “Your little hole is excited,” the troll rumbled. He jerked her upright by her hair. “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you ran from me?”

  Sammy gasped in fear. The knife. As if her thoughts had summoned it, the troll raised his arm and buried the blade in the log with enough force to leave only the handle exposed. Sammy stared at it in horror. The smooth white bone handle was larger than even two of his monstrous fingers. It would split her in half.

  “No, please!” she begged.

  The troll collected more precum from his dripping cock and spread it on the knife handle. Sammy watched with wide eyes.

  “Do you want to sit on it willingly?” the troll asked.

  Sammy tugged at his hand where it was tangled in her hair. Her eyes darted from his leering face to the knife.

  “Please! Please don’t!”

  The troll’s smile widened, showing his mouthful of sharp teeth. “I take that as a ‘no’.”

  Sammy screamed, as he grabbed her by the hips and spun her to face him. She pounded on his massive chest and shook her head in denial. Her struggles did nothing. His hips moved between her thighs and he lifted her up over the end of the knife handle.

  “Deep breath, little girl,” he growled.

  Sammy fought to relax, as he began to lower her. Her tiny pucker stretched and strained, fighting against the unyielding force of the troll’s strength. Finally, her body gave and she slid down on the handle a few inches. She sobbed at the stretch, digging her fingernails into the troll’s shoulders.

  The troll lifted her an inch and forced her down further. She had no choice but to take it. With each inch it sank into her the burn faded back into a dull pleasure. By the time her soft cheeks hit the log she was gasping and moaning quietly. She raised her eyes to meet the red eyes of the troll.

  Chapter Three

  The troll inhaled deeply. “Your pretty little pussy is nice and wet for me.”

  He lifted her a few inches and set her back down. Sammy moaned brokenly, clinging to his broad shoulders. He spread her cheeks apart and began to bounce her on the thick handle. Her pussy dripped and clenched, as the handle slid in and out of her tight hole.

  Her thighs trembled around the troll’s hips. His red eyes seemed to glow as he watched her, leering at every pleasured moan that fell from her lips. He pressed her down on handle and reached down between her legs. Sammy moaned at the slide of his fingers through the mess of her pussy.

  Her ass clenched around the thick handle. The troll pressed the pad of one large finger against her virgin pussy, testing the tightness. He massaged the tiny opening and settled one huge hand on her hip. Sammy cried out, as he swiveled her hips on the handle and pressed the tip of his thick finger into her.

  Her pussy and ass both clenched and she shivered. He pulled his finger out with a wet squelch. Sammy looked down, watching him in a daze as he swiped precum from his cock and smeared it over two of his fingers. Sammy inhaled shakily.

  His thick finger, wet with her juices and his precum, eased into her virgin body. She gasped and spread her legs wider. Her pussy stretched around his finger. The troll reached down behind her with his other hand and lifted her and dropped her, causing the handle to slide out and then shove back in.

  Her pussy tightened around his finger and he smirked at her. “Like that?”

  She nodded with a gasp.

  The troll repeated it, lifting and dropping her on the handle several times. The thick bone filled her tight ass over and over, stretching the tiny pucker each time it had to spread over the thickest part of the handle. Her pussy gushed around his finger. He stopped to gather more precum from his cock.

  Sammy moaned and arched her back when he wiped it on her hard nipples. The warm slickness quickly cooled and her nipples tingled. She thrust her chest toward him, letting her head fall back. The troll pulled her closer so her nipples could drag against his rough, leathery skin.

  She gasped in pleasure, clinging to his shoulders. Her pussy tightened down on his thick finger and her thighs tensed. She slowly lifted herself, sliding up the handle and his finger and dropped back down.
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br />   “Oh, god!”

  The troll crooked his finger inside her and she cried out. She hurried to lift herself again. Her sopping wet pussy clung to his finger as it slid out of her. She shoved herself back down, throwing her head back at the pleasure of being so full. Her ass and pussy both clenched.

  “Can I have—” she gasped for breath. “Another finger?”

  She looked up to see the troll leering at her. He slid his soaked finger out of her and pressed two in together. Her thighs pressed into his hips, as the thick digits squeezed into her. Once they were both in, she shuddered and slowly lifted herself. The two fingers stretched and filled her like she had never imagined.

  She set up a slow rhythm, bouncing up and down on his fingers and the handle. Filling her ass and pussy over and over. She rolled her hips into the pleasure, gasping for breath. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure built. Her hard nipples scraped and scratched against his tough skin, sending lightning bolts down to her throbbing pussy.

  “I want to feel that pretty little pussy gush,” the troll growled.

  Sammy threw her head back and rode his fingers harder. The handle plunged into her, as she fucked herself on his hand. The noises from her soaked pussy were so loud, they drowned out her gasped breaths. She whined and swiveled her hips, so close to coming.

  “Please!” she gasped.

  The troll grazed her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb and she shattered. She came with a wail, her ass and pussy clamping down and her whole body shuddering in ecstasy. She shook and moaned, when he pulled his fingers from her and pulled her up off the knife handle.

  Her body felt wet and open. She whined. The troll turned her over onto her belly on the log and grabbed a handful of her hair. Before she could brace herself, his thick cock speared into her. She screamed and came again, clawing at the rough bark. He set up a harsh rhythm, snapping his hips and driving his monstrous cock into her dripping pussy.

  She moaned continuously, unable to think past the throbbing heat of him inside her and the stretch in her pussy. His leathery skin rubbed her sensitive skin in all the right ways, every drag of his cock an explosion of pleasure. He jerked her back by the hair, forcing her to arch her back.