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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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