The naughty fairy captured by a swamp troll: part 2/3

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.

You should go here to read the first part of the story otherwise you’ll be missing out on 1/3rd of the story. 1+1+1=3 See! Even swamp trolls can count that high!

When Heather Passiontail awoke it was dark. She opened her eyes, but it remained dark and she sat up in fright. A frantic scan around her and she slowly could see that her surroundings were in fact, a cave. Behind her, there was the smoldering remains of a fire and stretched out on the far side was a large, still form, presumably Bark Gnawer. For herself, she was aware that she was covered by a warm blanket, woven of an unfamiliar plant fiber. She was also completely naked and when she ran her hands over her body, a faint blue glow surrounded her skin. Her involuntary gasp as she held her shimmering hands to her face roused the sleeping troll.

“You’re awake, that’s good. I was worried.”

“Yes I’m awake sir, what day is this?”

“It is two sunrises and two moonsets since you last had your eyes open.”

“Two days!” Heather lay back down and stared up into the darkness. “That explains it then,” she whispered quietly.

“Explains what?”

“Nothing sir. Why I’m so hungry sir. Do you have any food suitable for a fairy?”

There was a rumble from the direction of the dim fire and Heather could see Bark get to his feet and move in her direction. She shrank back in her blanket as the swamp troll loomed over her. Bending down, he reached under her and with surprising gentleness, scooped her up, blanket and all and trundled with measured strides deeper into the pitch-black cave.

Heather lost track of how many steps Bark had taken when at last a pale light shone in the distance. Getting closer and brighter, she squinted painfully when the full force of the glow struck her eyes. When she could see, a sense of wonder nearly overcame her when the chamber was revealed fully. “What is this place?”

“My secret place, the place that no one has been but me, until now.”

“It’s beautiful Bark Gnawer. Did you do all this?”

“Some was here already, but I did most of what you see.”

He carefully set Heather down on a padded bench set against the far wall. As he walked away towards some shelving nearby, Heather blushed when she saw he was naked as well. His muscular legs and his firm, taut buttocks drew her mesmerized gaze. Her imagination looked and wondered what it would be like to run her lips and tongue over those cheeks and between, deep between. Her blood stirred once more and to her dismay, the blue haze pulsed brighter with every heartbeat. Despite her fear though, her hands crept under the blanket and between her thighs, deep between. A low moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes as the feelings washed over her.

She felt his hand cup the back of her neck and a container pressed to her mouth. She opened slightly and cool liquid poured in. As she swallowed, Bark carefully fed her the entire contents, all the while, Heather’s fingers kept probing her pussy. As the last of the fluid went down her throat, she came again and shuddered in waves of passion. Bark lifted first one hand and then the other, licking all her secretions from her sticky fingers until they were clean. Heather finally opened her eyes and asked, “What’s happening to me?”

Bark said nothing, but sat down beside her on the bench and set a plate of food upon her lap. Bit by bit, he fed her the entire contents of fruit and bread all washed down with more drink, this time a hot infusion of herbal tea. Still hungry, she ate a second plate of food before finally feeling satiated. “I need to relieve myself.”

Bark pointed to a curtain hanging next to the shelving and told her everything she’d need was inside. When she went to rise from the bench, the blanket was snagged under the troll. With a simple look up at her, she understood and cast off her covering. Nude, her skin flushed under his intense scrutiny. Her body ached and yearned, knowing full well that it would feel the power of his cock before long.

When she returned from her cleansing, Bark had cleaned up and motioned her to follow him through yet another curtained entrance. A short passageway through the rock led to a chamber filled with warm steam. In the center was a natural mineral spring that bubbled and frothed in a medium size pool. Around the circumference were steps carved in the edges and on the floor were stacks of towels and bottles of colored fluid. Heather needed no encouragement and dipped her toes in the roiling waters. A contented sigh and she eased down until she was covered up to her neck. The swamp troll entered across from her and for a long time, there was no sound at all, save for the popping of fragrant bubbles.

Heather was only dimly aware of the passage of time and could not be sure of how long they’d been in the bath. A volume of water sloshed around and then she felt him sit next to her. Bark wrapped an arm around her shoulders and sat her upright. Telling her to bend her head forward, Heather felt a stream of water pour over her hair again and again. Then a thick liquid dripped onto her scalp and Bark’s strong fingers massaged it deep into her tresses. Heather purred with delight as he worked and relaxed her stiff neck. More water to rinse and then Bark proceeded to methodically and thoroughly clean every inch of her body. After finishing with her hair, he moved on to her face, then her neck and her shoulders. Dipping below the surface his firm hands gripped her breasts and moved in circles round and round until he captured her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With a painful tug that sparked her deep inside, he pulled her throbbing breasts out of the water, forcing her back to arch and bringing her taut nipples to his mouth. He teased and suckled as her hands gripped the sides of the stone bath. Her legs fell open as he moved his body closer and she felt his cock poking her belly.

“Not yet,” he murmured and released her sore nipples. He ordered her to stand and she could, barely, and only by leaning against the side. He lathered up his hands and continued washing her front, her torso, her flanks, down her thighs and lifting each leg in turn, all the way to her little pinkie toe. Everywhere except her pulsating pussy. When she begged, he said, “Not yet,” and ordered her to turn around. He then washed her back and told her to rinse off. Moving to the other end of the bath, he told her to stand on a higher step that put her waist just above the lip. Placing a stack of towels on the deck, he put his hand on the small of her back and urged her forward. When she did, her bottom rose clear of the water and his hands moved to her knees and nudged them apart. Heather trembled as she laid her head down sideways and waited for her Master to take her. Instead, soapy fingers caressed her buttocks, healed from her two-day slumber and she thrust back in small motions. Around and around his hands swirled and dipped lower and lower. Poised at the entrance to her pussy, she cried out when two slick fingers slid easily inside. In and out in a parody of sex, he cleaned her inside and out and then placed two fingers of his other hand on her anus.

She tensed, once more hearing the warnings in her mind, but it was too late, much too late. If it happened, then so be it and damn the consequences. Bark slid his fingers again into her rectum and as before, she convulsed with pleasure. Moving into her bottom and her pussy at the same time soon brought her to the brink of orgasm, but once again, he whispered, “Not yet,” and withdrew his fingers. He brought them around to mouth and she dutifully licked them clean, both from her pussy and then from her ass. The taste of her ass was like nothing she’d ever had before and her arousal ratcheted even higher.

“Naughty fairy!” Bark said spanking her as she remained bent over suckling his fingers and raising her wet bottom high begging for more fondling. Instead, she got harder spanks, her cheeks quickly turning pink under his calloused hand while he scolded her for enjoying the pain.

“Please take me Bark!”

“Not yet, your turn to take care of me.”

He slid away and after a moment, she followed, stalking him until she trapped his large body in the corner. She was only half his size, but when she pressed up against him, he went quiescent and let her work her will. She washed his hair as well and his body, but when she approached his middle, he stopped her from grabbing his cock. “Please sir, please let me clean you.”

Bark kept her away, and motioned to his legs. With a frustrated squeal, Heather pounced on his legs and rubbed as rough as she could. At last he was satisfied and leaned back with a dark smile creasing his face. “It is time, naughty fairy,” pointing to his erection, dimly seen beneath the surface. “Suck me, suck me now.”

With a desperate sob, Heather took a deep breath and plunged underwater searching for the object of her lust. Her hands grasped and brought it to her lips. Suck she did and repeatedly came up for air, before once more slavering over the large troll cock. She felt Bark’s hands in her wet hair and then he forced his cock once more down her throat. Still impaled, he rose up out of the water, bringing her head with him and before she ran out of air, he released her and she gasped loudly.

Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around behind his back and then slid his cock into her pussy for the first time. Despite her arousal, the water had dried her out and his entry was painful. It was also the first time she’d ever been entered by a real cock. Only objects and her hands had been there before. She squirmed in his arms, but he only growled, “Be still naughty fairy, you know you need this, you need this pain.”

Heather wanted to disagree, but the thought faded with every thrust. It was still uncomfortable, but the pain had eased and instead, a feeling of being full suffused her very pores. After repeated deep probing, she felt the end of his weapon touch her womb and she cried out when he withdrew and then rammed back inside. Over and over again with steady motions he pummeled her insides while spanking her wet bottom with one large hand in time to his inward thrusts until he tensed and erupted, spewing his sperm deep. Heather was still poised on the brink, he had come too soon and she nearly cried with frustration. “Not yet,” he mocked her and holding himself inside her pussy, he moved to the edge and laid her down on the towels. Before she could react, he pulled out and then swooped in the latch his mouth on her engorged lips. His tongue foraged inside and withdrew coated with his sperm. Again and again he licked and drank down their mingled essence until she was empty, then, he started on her clitoris. This time when she was nearly there, all Bark said was, “Come,” and Heather did until she could come no more.

End part 2

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  1. Oh…my…goodness! I think I need a shower! Can’t wait for the final part!

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