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The Violation of Evenia
by Etretx (etretx@yahoo.com)

***

A trusting princess is kidnapped and violently raped by 
three horny goblins. (MMF, beast, nc, rp, tor, v, 
fantasy)

***

How could she have been reduced to this? Princess 
Evenia, 18, engaged to be married to the son of the 
wealthiest Lord her father commanded, kneels squat on 
the floor, hunched forward with a heavy iron collar and 
chain dragging her once proud countenance low. It was 
not that she was unworldly; she knew the risks of 
admitting the roguish knight Girramor into her 
quarters. Oh, but it might have been so worth it!

Evenia had traversed the perilous tunnel her sister 
used to sneak her many paramours into the castle. 
Evenia often used to watch from the balcony into her 
sister's room as her sister was roughly taken by 
various guardsmen, lords, merchants, and once even a 
bum who begged for coin outside the castle gates. 

Evenia was fascinated by the way the men would rut into 
her sister like beasts, craving cunt as a wolf craves 
the blood of the most tender ewe of the fold. Yet, 
Evenia remained chaste; she could not go through the 
disgusting and dangerous procedures the wet nurse used 
to start her sister menstruating again if one of her 
sister's lovers managed to impregnate her.

Despite what Evenia had seen, despite the nearly 
scholastic knowledge she possessed about sex, she also 
possessed many delusions and inhibitions common to the 
women of her culture. Evenia never pleasured herself 
directly; she never attempted to penetrate her virginal 
veil. 

Of course, after an evening of watching her sister be 
plowed, Evenia would straddle a large pillow in her 
room and rock back and forth, rub up and down, allowing 
the pillow to gently separate her labia and stimulate 
the tiny pleasure nub she identified solely with the 
sin she yearned for. She would speak to the pillow and 
hug it tightly, practicing the moves that she would one 
day use for her own first lover.

Evenia, as expected of the women of her day, wanted to 
remain pure for her wedding. But having seen Girramor 
at the Harvest Festival had convinced her to change her 
plans. Her future was to be a political marriage to a 
pudgy, bloated, total bore. 

But Girramor was athletic, charming, beaming with 
confidence and ready for conquest. He was broad-
chested, trim, with dark-hair cut at a stylish angle 
down to shadow of beard on his tan face. He had 
searching, chestnut eyes that had caressed her body all 
through the dinner celebrating the harvest. 

Yet he was not only hungry for her, she truly felt his 
passion and a certain shyness toward her. Imagine she 
thought, this gorgeous man, so bold and fearless, 
charmed and made shy by me! And don't think she did not 
notice the languid snake draped from his crotch over 
his left thigh beneath his hose; what a fuck pole he 
must wield!

They spoke openly at dinner of trivial concerns, then 
more intimately at the dance that followed. He expertly 
worked her body with slight touches, while maintaining 
propriety at the affair. He whispered how infatuated he 
had become with her and begged to see her alone later 
that night. 

Before the dance had ended, she had told him her 
sister's secret, of the tunnel that ran into the castle 
through which he could approach. She would wait for him 
at the trap door that blocked the way, and would let 
him pass.

And so Evenia prepared for her night with Girramor. 
Tonight she would become a woman, and she was even 
willing to risk being impregnated. "Why not?" she 
mused. "I am sure he would fight to defend my honor, 
perhaps my father would even assent to a change of 
plans, and allow me to marry the gallant knight." 

An aside to you gentle reader: how foolish can a young 
woman in love be? Is there no excuse she will not 
muster in order to have the object of her desire? How 
many times has this same play been enacted, how many 
bastards wander the street as a result of this obtuse 
reasoning?

Having stripped to her underthings, perfumed her hair 
and her woman's treasure, and carrying an oil lamp, she 
made the way down the tunnel to the large oak door that 
barred the way. Triggering a switch, she waited with 
tension building through her chest and neck, straining 
to see her lover emerge from the dark. Pearly teeth 
grinned from around the corner; the broad smile of 
Girramor seemed more malevolent than she had 
remembered. He reached forward rapidly and snuffed the 
lamp, in the dark she heard shrill whispering voices, 
and then she lost track of time.

Now Evenia's blond tresses hung limp around her face, 
as she surveyed the cell in which she was a prisoner. 
She tasted blood on her full pink lips, and felt her 
ample breasts hang forward, soft pink nipples grazing 
the stone floor. All that maintained what dignity she 
had left were the rags her underclothes had been 
reduced to.

Behind her, Girramor sneered coldly as he watched the 
young woman gauge her surroundings. Emerging into the 
room came three goblins, the hired goons called Gix and 
Bix, and their master Riggle. Girramor broke the 
silence, "Well Riggle, I have delivered your prize. Now 
where is mine?"

Riggle, gazed menacingly at the knight, "You did good, 
Sir. Real good. Who would think you stoop to this, eh?"

Girramor feigned indifference, "Well, I had little 
choice in the matter. Is she here?"

Riggle nodded rapidly, slobber flying from his drooping 
bottom lip. "Your woman is upstairs, unharmed as 
promised."

The knight spoke with stern distinction, "For your own 
sake she better be. And tell your employer Hyram the 
Snipe that I consider my debt to him settled now." 
Girramor turned for the door and grabbed the pig iron 
rod that constituted a key. 

Riggle's yellow eyes narrowed as he waited for the trap 
to spring. Within the lock a latch cleverly concealed 
snapped into place as Girramor attempted incorrectly to 
open the cell. From a tiny needle jabbed into his 
thumb, poison entered the knight's blood and quickly 
brought him down. Evenia heard Girramor gasp sharply, 
then moan dreadfully as the goblins sank their claws 
into him.

The goblins stripped him and greedily snatched whatever 
they could find of value. Now naked and bleeding from 
many long scratches, the drugged knight was rolled onto 
his stomach and shackled. Then the goblins turned their 
attention on the girl.

There was no warning, no foreplay, and no hint of 
conversation or even menace. Riggle unlocked Evenia's 
chains while Gix and Bix lifted aside their loin 
coverings and let out their green cocks, limp but 
already oozing with slime. Evenia immediately kicked 
and struggled, charging past Riggle like a startled 
rabbit. She turned and saw Girramor bloody and woozy, 
completely naked with that lovely organ she had 
envisioned now cringing between his thighs. The moment 
had reached the height of surreal and she was 
paralyzed, as if dreaming. Gix and Bix latched onto her 
arms forcefully and drug her down onto her back, she 
looked up to see Riggle lowering his body onto hers. 

"I am going to be raped by these monsters," she 
thought, "and there is nothing I can do about it." 
Frankly, she was stunned by the turn of events!

Within moments Riggle had spread her cunt lips and was 
searching for her hole. His cock oozed slime and pus, 
his phallus was gnarled and covered in syphilitic 
sores. The slime made penetration easier than it would 
have been otherwise; his twisted cock tore open her 
hymen and found its way into her fuck tube. The feeling 
was indescribable, intense pain followed by an 
unbelievable fullness. Her vaginal walls groped the 
intruder in a most unseemly way. "God, please, oh God 
please don't! Please take it out of me, God please!" 
She whimpered and gasped, tears streamed down her 
lovely ivory cheeks. Riggle just leered dumbly at the 
wretched girl.

The vicious thrusting sprayed copious amounts Riggle's 
green precum up onto Evenia's stomach as the remainder 
of his juice dripped down across the tender bud of her 
asshole. She wailed in pain and humiliation, and sobbed 
deeper than she had ever in her life. Gix's and Bix's 
cocks dripped their male milk onto her face in sympathy 
with their master's strokes. 

Evenia was being rutted, as her sister had been, but 
this was no man, this was an animal, a monster that 
took her sweet cherry and made her his bitch. Riggle 
demonstrated the move that gave him his name, his dick 
twisted right and left rhythmically as it banged 
painfully and repeatedly into the young woman's cervix.

The pain had become blinding, but within the experience 
was a feeling of connection that Evenia had imagined 
Girramor would give her. Riggle brought his mouth to 
her firm round mounds, and engorged his mouth with her 
left breast. As he fucked her, spewing his precum up 
her hole and directly into her womb directly, he would 
suckle and bite her breast, as if milking it with his 
powerful mouth. 

Suddenly, the mood changed as Evenia let out, amidst 
her whimpers, a guttural grunt, which was followed by a 
series of rhythmic contractions of her cunt around 
Riggle's invading prick. Gix and Bix hooted with 
delight and stroked their misshapen cocks, whipping 
their slime about so that it covered the lady's face. 
"Stop. Stop. Stop. Unnnnhhhh…" Evenia's cries had 
become unconvincing. 

Gix was the first of the two goons to act, off 
completely came his rags, and he lowered his heavy 
ballsack onto Evenia's eyes and placed the purple head 
of his cock to her lips. The smell is what struck 
Evenia first. Gix smelled of excrement and garbage, his 
huge cock tasted like blood, and she realized she had 
been biting her lower lip as Riggle fucked her. Gix 
lowered his balls into her mouth, and she could taste 
his flesh sack. She felt something moving around her 
lips, and realized that fleas, or some other crawling 
parasite that called Gix's balls home, was finding a 
new habitat on her face. 

Riggle punched Gix in the stomach and howled 
obscenities at him in the goblin language. Riggle's 
motions had become furious and he lowered his entire 
body upon the length of Evenia's frame, face to face. 
Her whole being shook from the assault of her sex, she 
was filling with unbearable desire for this violation; 
was this what she wanted all along? Riggle brought his 
mouth to hers, and she smelled the stench of decaying 
flesh on his breath. His slobber flowed down into her 
mouth, and she found herself leaning up to catch it, to 
swallow it and then caress his tongue with hers. 

Riggle tensed, his claws bore straight into Evenia's 
back, the twisted black hair of his chest chaffed her 
nipples and his balls clenched tight up against her 
sphincter. Waves of pleasure replaced all the pain she 
had felt, the humiliation and violation was delicious, 
she needed it now like a drug. Her cunt obeyed its own 
rules and contracted around the foreign pole. Riggle 
moaned and released his foul seed into the princess's 
depths, her cervix lapped greedily at the flow of juice 
he provided. 

And then, there was nothing but the sound of Riggle's 
heavy breathing, and the stench of his diseased sex 
lingering in the air. Gix and Bix were next, but they 
could not top their master's performance. Riggle lay 
propped against the wall, watching the young princess 
take his goons with passionate intensity. She sucked, 
and fucked, and gulped until the goblins were satisfied 
and only as her pleasure subsided, did the horror of 
what had happened return to her. She had been raped, 
regardless of how she had felt, this was an unwanted 
event. 

Once again she called upon God, this time for 
forgiveness, and for someone to come and save her from 
this horror. Again and again she prayed while the 
goblins fell asleep atop of her, their draining cocks 
oozing their cum onto her belly, now full with goblin 
seed. The thought terrified her, was she now pregnant 
with a half-human half-goblin child? "Please god, help 
me! What have I done?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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