The naughty fairy captured by a swamp troll: part 1/3

This story contains spanking and graphic unrealistic sexual descriptions between creatures. I am the original author posted elsewhere 3/8/08. Do not read if you are offended by a funny sex and spanking story.

Heather didn’t mean to be naughty, but being spawned under the full moon on a leap year had caused her to grow slower than the other fairies. Here it was, her fifth birthday [even though she was really twenty years old] and still everyone treated her like a mugwump. Not fair! All the other girls were finding their mates, lots and lots of mates morning noon and night and yet Heather had nobody. Fine, she’d show them all. Two weeks before the leap day, when all the other fairies were sleeping off the effects of the latest orgy, Heather flew slowly and carefully away from the enchanted meadow and into the Screaming Swamp. She’d been warned that the swamp was dangerous and that naughty fairies went in but they never came out.

Heather delighted in all the pretty flowers in the swamp and despite the large spooky trees and the many clinging vines she felt quite safe flitting from flower to bush. In fact, some of the large stamens were very, very nice to rub against. So much so, that her resentment at not having multiple mates of her own was slightly tempered. She probed deeper and deeper into the gloomy swamp until at last, she decided that it was time to rest. Finding an outcrop of rock, she alighted and walked over to the edge. Bending over to spy out the locale, Heather was shocked when she felt something seize her around the waist. She was even more shocked, when her fairy skirt was flicked up and a large hand commenced to spank her bottom quite hard. Oh no was Heather’s first and second thoughts as her now bare bottom was exposed to the elements… and to the harsh hand thoroughly warming her naughty backside. She struggled, not very convincingly, but the spanking continued forever. Well, not forever, but Heather was determined not to scream. Now she knew why it was called the Screaming Swamp, but was it too late for her?

A deep voice rumbled through Heather’s body. It did delicious things to her insides, made them all melty and slick. “Why have you entered my domain?” The commanding voice was punctuated by another hard swat to Heather’s red bottom.

“Sorry!” she squealed, “I was just passing through.”

“Liar!” roared the angry sounding voice and although Heather was still firmly bent over and exposed, there was not the anticipated swat. Instead, what felt like feathers were slowly moved up and down her quivering calves.

“No,” naughty Heather moaned, “no, please don’t do that! Spank me more, harder and harder until I’m screaming! Please, I’ll scream for you.”

A low growling chuckle shook the swamp caused ripples in the scummy water and felled snakes from the trees. “Oh, oh, oh. Yes little fairy, you will scream for me. I know what naughty girls like you need. Not spanking, no, not that. Naughty fairies get tickled!”

The canopy overhead swayed as Heather’s shrieks and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. The mysterious creature effortless picked her up and after sitting down on a nearby stump, threw her over his lap. From her face-down position Heather finally determined that her chastiser was a ‘he’, the large – make that – very large, lump under her tummy was proof of his gender. She grabbed his hairy leg and tugged and beat on him with her fists in frustration. “Let me go!”

His response was to firmly pin her torso to his thick, meaty thighs and then to slowly commence the tickle torture.

The swamp troll, for that’s what Heather finally realized he was, ran his large and calloused hands all over her body. He pinched and poked and prodded and tickled her soft and succulent flesh. She pleaded for her release, but he left no part of her body unexplored. Heather wriggled frantically when she felt her sore bottom cheeks be pulled apart and the warm breath of the troll was followed by a wet finger probing her rear opening.

“No!” she shouted, “Enough of this you beast! I demand you let me go!”

There was a no response, just a gentle in and out movement of first one finger and then two. Heather swiveled her hips as best she could but he clamped her tighter to his lap and with his free hand, gripped the back of her neck tightly. Helpless, she could only squeal in outrage as very unfairylike oaths spewed from her dainty lips.

After one last stretching, he withdrew his thick and stubby fingers from her bottom and then with quick and decisive blows, resumed spanking her tender cheeks.

“I am not a beast.”

“Yes you are! You are a large, hairy, smelly beast and I hate you!”

Heather writhed over his lap, her lower half bouncing under her chastiser’s hand, her head firmly grasped in the other. Despite the rough handling, what she really scared her was the feelings stirring in her blood. Fairies had a secret that they revealed to no one and if the troll continued much longer with his treatment of her, Heather feared the worst.

“Do you know what day this is?” he grumbled.

“No I don’t sir.” Heather was relieved that he’d stopped spanking her again, although his hand was now caressing her very red and very tender bottom.

“It’s Saint Valentines Day.”

“I thought that was only for cupids?” Heather was very surprised that a swamp troll would have any concept of love.

“I don’t have a valentine of my own.”

Heather was rapidly reassessing her predicament. Maybe there was a way out of her torment after all. “Sir? If you let me go, I’ll help you.”

“Naughty fairy, if I let you go, you’ll fly away.”

“No Mr.Troll, I promise I won’t try to escape. On my word as Heather Passiontail, I will be your valentine.”

There was utter silence and she could feel the tension in his body and the trembling in his hands. He grasped her waist and lifted her up and off his lap. Setting her down, he then gently spun her around to face him. “You’ll be my valentine?”

Heather could only nod as she saw the troll for the first time.

“You’ll do anything I say?”

Her response was a shy smile and she reached out to touch his leg.

“My name is Bark Gnawer.”

“That’s an interesting name sir, how did you earn such strong moniker?”

“What’s a moniker? Are you saying I have something on my face?”

“No sir! A moniker is a name, and your name Mr. Bark Gnawer, it’s a very handsome name.”

“I like your name too Heather Passiontail. Your tail is very red, I like that.”

Heather reached around and rubbed that red bottom. The initial sting had started to fade, but oh was she sore. She would do anything, anything at all to avoid another spanking. Deciding to take the initiative, Heather gently eased Bark onto the stump and sat her aching cheeks on his lap. She took his face in her hands and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

“So what do you want your valentine to do first?”

“This is nice Heather, but I want you to suck my cock. I’ve never had that done to me before.”


“Do I look like the kinda guy that the ladies would flock to? Does this look like a hangout for luscious females? I live in a fucking swamp Heather! What do you think?”

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. Please don’t beat me again, I’ll give you the best blowjob I can.”

“You better, or else that spanking you got will seem like patty cakes.”

Heather squeaked with distress and quickly jumped off his lap and fell to her knees. She was surprised when she realized that Bark wasn’t naked, but had on a tunic and a loincloth. It blended in with his wrinkled skin, but she had no problem sliding her slender fingers under the waistband and drawing the loincloth down and off his legs. Her knees were uncomfortable so she wadded up the cloth and then knelt once more. When she looked back up, she let a loud gasp.

“You’re huge! How am I supposed to suck that?”

Bark the swamp troll leaned forward and grabbed her long hair pulling her face to face with the rapidly expanding erection. He was actually over twelve inches, not that he’d actually measured or anything, and the knob was the size of a large plum. He was so keyed up from trollhandling the naughty fairy that he feared he would spurt at any moment. No time for subtleties, he poked clumsily at her mouth until his cock slid between her lips.

“Rumph, guggle, slobber, choke.”

Heather flailed her arms and tried to slow him down, but Bark sawed his throbbing slab in and out, going further and deeper at every desperate thrust. His hand twisted her hair and forced her head back creating a better angle to thrust even deeper. In response to the pain, Heather was shocked to feel her fairy pussy fairly gush fluid and when he pulled back out, she was able to take a deep breath.

“Wait please!”


“Stand up sir, let me lay down on the stump.”

Heather arranged her body so that her head fell backwards off the edge. Upside down, she could see that the large club jutting out from his torso was now lined up perfectly with her mouth. She stretched out her arms and grabbing both of his thighs, she drew him closer. Taking several lung filling breaths, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and with one steady push, let Bark shove his entire twelve inch meat straight down her squeezing throat. It was too much for him and with a roar that echoed through the swamp, Heather felt scalding fluid gush into her throat and down into her eager tummy.

After he was drained, he made to move back, but Heather stopped him.

“Sir, you’re still hard and as your valentine, I insist you use me some more. I want you to fuck my mouth this time. Ram it in as deep and as hard as you want until you come again. Please sir, throat fuck your naughty fairy and punish her for teasing you.”

Bark did indeed punish his naughty fairy valentine and for thirty minutes used Heather’s throat. She in the meantime had buried her right hand in her pussy, fisting herself in time to Bark’s thrusts. She already had come three times when she felt his cock bulge once more and eject a vast quantity into her mouth this time. The salty, gummy texture filled her watering mouth and as she swallowed, the depraved action triggered yet another massive orgasm that caused her to blackout.

End of part 1.

7 thoughts on “The naughty fairy captured by a swamp troll: part 1/3

  1. Ina Morata August 13, 2016 / 7:20 pm

    Wow! Deliciously naughty and great fun. Can’t wait for what happens next…!


    • lurvspanking August 13, 2016 / 7:22 pm

      You know what they say, objects like swords may appear larger close up. 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      • Ina Morata August 13, 2016 / 7:25 pm

        Well, if the object becomes any larger for the naughty fairy, she may asphyxiate! DO please tell me there’s a giant sword on the way… 😉


        • lurvspanking August 13, 2016 / 7:33 pm

          Alas, no sword in this tale. That would be a different saga all together. However, never fear, Heather has plenty of other sexual punishments to ‘suffer’ through. 😉

          Liked by 1 person

          • Ina Morata August 13, 2016 / 7:53 pm

            Then I look forward to more tales of sexual punishment in the near future… 😉


            • lurvspanking August 13, 2016 / 8:08 pm

              That future will be next week as other spanking tails cum first. 😉

              Liked by 1 person

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