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

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!

Gee Bark, way to show off your mathematical prowess…OWWWW! You should also go here to read the second part of the story because what naughty Heather was going to say was that mouth+pussy+ass=3 fairy holes for a swamp troll to fuck. OWWWWW! I don’t think they heard you Heather. OOOOWWWWW!

Bark Gnawer was by no means finished, but then, neither was Heather. He lifted her around her waist so that she dangled over his arm and resumed spanking her very hard while she squealed and twisted. When she steadied herself by grabbing his softened cock he carefully laid her flat on the floor. She rolled to her knees and started kissing the troll’s thighs. She moved from one to the other and then took his stirring cock back in her mouth. Not satisfied, she moved on to his balls and after that, asked him to turn around and bend over. Remembering the taste of herself, she kissed and licked his buttocks and then spreading his cheeks open, stared avidly at his anus area. She ran her tongue up and down his crack, getting ever closer to her target and when she lapped at the edge, he groaned with delight. Emboldened, she tried again, this time in the center and giggled as his muscle winked at her. The taste was clean but musky and the tang bit her taste buds, drawing her to use her entire mouth to suck and lick. Reaching underneath, she clasped his cock in one hand and stroked up and down in rhythm to her tongue slithering into his sphincter. It was too much for Bark and his knees buckled and he fell forward.

Heather sat back and waited until he recovered. For a swamp troll, he seemed to have less energy than he should and she wondered if the blue haze over her skin had something to with that fact. It was clear Bark couldn’t see the color and nothing she’d ever learned at fairy school explained exactly what the color would do to a troll. She could also guess what her Master would want next, but hearing the dire warnings in her head, it was not something she would speak out loud. “Would you like some refreshments sir?”

“No, I want you. I need you. What are doing to me?”

“Nothing sir, nothing at all.”

“I don’t believe you,” Bark rumbled in his chest and got to his feet. He seized her hair and dragged her unresisting body over to a stool. Bending her over face down, he quickly secured her wrists and ankles to the wooden legs. Thus displayed, she truly was at his mercy. “Don’t go anywhere naughty fairy, I’ll be right back.” A mocking laugh trailed off until there was only silence.

Heather waited, in this position, her wings now fluttered freely. Soft and pliable, they were not enough to get her airborne; that was accomplished by fairy dust. She was resigned to the fact that very soon, too soon, Bark Gnawer the swamp troll would have an intimate encounter with the power of fairy dust. She could only hope she’d survive at least.

She heard him return and stand next her. His steady breathing did not calm her, but she was determined not to beg, no matter how much he beat her. He was correct that she was doing something to him, but no amount of torture would ever make a fairy reveal the ultimate secret. There was a soft sigh and then a band of fire laced her bottom. A loud snap echoed in the room as the leather strap left its mark: again the soft sigh and another band just below the first. With regular timing the swamp troll swung the heavy leather strap at his bound captive’s reddening bottom until he reached her upper thighs. “Do you have anything to say naughty fairy?”

The silence was unexpected, so he began again, only this time, a little harder and a little faster. By the time he had painted Heather’s bottom a second time with a deep pink coat, she was in a good deal of pain. But not enough to speak so Bark commenced his thrashing yet again. The snap and crack of the cruel strap burned her quivering cheeks and stamped his mark into her soul. She felt herself start to float and her traitorous pussy start to melt. Bark noticed that as well as stopped whipping her when her bottom from the top to midway down her thighs was deep, brick red and flaming hot.

Heather groaned as his hands slapped down hard on her cheeks and squeezed tight, digging his nails into the scalded flesh. She groaned even louder as he thrust his cock, even more enormous than ever, all the way in until his stomach meet her bottom with a thud. All the way out and all the way in: hard and violent thrusts rocked helpless Heather and all she could do is whimper. Not with pain, not anymore, only with lust as she was punished by her valentine. She deserved this treatment for flying away from fairyland and entering the Screaming Swamp. She was in truth naughty Heather and had earned every spank, every stroke, every discipline Bark meted out.

She opened her mouth and screamed and screamed. “More! More! Hurt me more! Punish me, punish your naughty Heather!” He did indeed punish her some more, pausing in his fucking frenzy to spank her with his hands and then the strap. Stoking her passion by lashing her tail, he resumed his fucking of her pussy and then had a thought. To truly punish her, she had yet one hole left to plunder. He dug his fingers in her crease and pulled her wide open. Pale skin shone where the strap had not kissed and in the middle was a pink dot where his fingers had played before. His cock was wet enough, so he pulled out of her pussy and placed the head on her anus. He felt Heather tense and asked one more time. “Do you have anything to say?”

Heather dangled there, over the stool, her pussy wet and sore, her bottom red and swollen, her Master’s cock poised to breach the forbidden entrance and still she said nothing. Unseen and unheard by Bark, tears finally flowed from her eyes as she whispered softly good-bye to her fairy life.

The swamp troll pushed forward, but despite the earlier stretching, he had difficulty puncturing the opening. He moistened her with some saliva and tried again; this time his plum size head popped inside the ring and Heather felt a jolt. She opened her mouth, whether to scream or to yield she would never know, for Bark chose that moment to push steadily inward until he could go no further but with four inches of his cock still left outside her ass. Heather reacted by exhaling in a steady hiss as she felt his large cock push her rectal walls outward. Bark waited and waited as frantic pulses ran up and down those walls. She could feel the jolts now coming closer and closer together, but she was resigned to her fate. Now he moved, pulling out in the same slow and steady motion until the head was lodged tight within her ring. Back in, a little faster and a little deeper, and then out. Back in and this time all the way to her colon as he sunk all twelve inches into her ass until his balls slapped up against her flowing pussy. He groaned, she groaned, the heat on her bottom matched the heat in her bottom. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes Bark thrust into Heather and when she heard him groan and speed up his pounding to match his earlier fucking, she knew the end was near. Once more she heard the voice of the fairy elders in her mind.

‘Never reveal the secret of fairy flight. If you allow a male penis to plunge into your back passage, the back passage where you excrete the fairy dust that gives you flight; if you allow this, then the male will be trapped and will not withdraw until he shoots his seed deep into your bowels. No matter how long it takes, until he comes he will not stop thrusting into you and when he does finally come, that seed will meet your fairy dust and the combined reaction will cause an explosion. An explosion that will kill you both and safeguard the secret of fairy flight.’

Heather felt Bark’s seed spatter the interior walls of her rectum, then nothing at all.

“Heather! Heather! Wake up!”

She felt a hand shaking her and she growled with annoyance.

“Wake up! Please!”

“Go away, I’m dead, so you can’t bother me.”

“You are not dead Heather please open your eyes.”

She reluctantly opened her eyes. She was lying on her side in the same room. The steaming waters of the pool still burbled but the walls were coated with black soot: the stool which over she had been bent and punished was so much kindling. She looked down at her body, but it was unmarred. Looking up she saw a familiar face peering down at her. “Tanner? Is that you!”

“Yes Heather it is I.”

“But they told me you had died!”

“I did.”

“Where’s Bark Gnawer?”

Tanner reached out and lifted Heather to her feet. “I am Bark, or rather, my soul was trapped in the body of a swamp troll.”

“How could that happen?”

“How do you think it happened Heather?”

“You mean… no, they couldn’t have!”

“Yes Heather Passiontail. When the fairy elders discovered that you and I had fallen in love, they cursed me by casting my soul into a dumb swamp troll. They put a spell on the troll to kill and eat any fairy he caught.”

“Then why didn’t Bark do that to me?”

“Because the spell had weakened enough for me to persuade him otherwise.”

“Then why are we still alive after he spent his seed in my bottom?”

“Part of the curse Heather was that unless the swamp troll punished my true love by coming in her bottom and igniting the fairy dust, I would never be free.”

“Oh Tanner! I can’t believe we’re together. I’m so happy.”

“I am as well Heather. There is one minor detail that I neglected to mention.”

“What is that my love?”

“A certain naughty fairy it seems, was behaving most wantonly with a swamp troll of all things. What am I to do about that?”

“Punish her hard of course, my love, my Master.”

The End and they lived spankily ever after.

5 Comments

  1. Oh, why is there no “love” button on WordPress?! I have enjoyed every single spankingly delicious moment of this fairy tale (the tail, of course, being clearly the most enjoyable part…). What a gorgeous Happy Ever After.
    PLEASE write another one! Do I have to beg…? 😉

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    • I don’t know! I’m not fond of random likes, I prefer comments. As to another fairy tail, I have to finish the Stephanie novella, edit and submit that, then finish editing the novel.
      Begging is always allowed. I take all cards and PayPal.

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      • Then here’s another comment, by way of begging:
        PLEEEEAAAAAASE!
        All payment in kind (in the form of edits. How’s that? You know how to keep me busy!)

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        • *sighs* alvays vith zee bigging. Vee vill try to vite und fary tail fur vou. OK?

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          • Well, I’m glad to know it works! 😉
            That’s much better! And if you behave, I might even post mine about the Little Dutch Boy and the mermaid (he sure knows how to plug up a hole in the wall…)

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