She sighed and quitted her resistance, not finally but only until an occasion should arise where this troll's hold abandoned her Now, however, she kept control of the only emotion it inspired, disgust, keeping herself from attracting the brute's anger He soon put his hands to her hips and began feverishly yanking, ripping, tearing at her trousers, rending them in seconds to a mass of tattered leather strips She could feel him sinking himself deeper, deeper into her body, each centimeter more agony than the prior
In her panic, Ilyati had almost forgotten entirely of the Bull, but he was close behind, prepared to make his presence more than remembered
From the corner of her eye, she caught a rider bursting from the foliage on her right, at such a fantastic speed His calloused hands were not gentle, as he felt her up, pinching upon her nipples Never was she a coward, nor could she be found out to be one in the past, but it would be folly to struggle fruitlessly, and in the meantime exhaust herself, testing this monster's grip
It became harder to keep her path immediately back the way she had come, as she was being flanked, but she pushed hard for the furthest point from these stalkers' paths He continued to handle her face, paying especial attention to her ears, which seemed to fascinate him, which she would've found amusing, had it been different circumstances
In terror, the young princess pulled her arms against the iron grip of the troll's hands, using all the might she could muster, but was only left exhausted and despairing
Surprise soon changed to mortification when she realized only now that, what these two brutish bugbears leered at, the tough leather of her outfit had been torn along the right side, either from the fall or the grip of the troll's claw She cared not how it had happened, and had been too terrified to notice earlier, but now she was too aware of the bared flesh She could now see her pursuers better; each of them were clad in a medley of armors, but each wore a heavy cloak, the hood draped over their heads, obscuring their features The fresh scents of the foliage, the bark and the moss, the dew still yet upon the trees, it was all so exhilarating to her, filling her with emotions so eager and free The grunting Bull reached his hand between them, holding his engorged phallus steady, leveling it with her entry But here, among a foreign race, held against her will, she was all too sensitive to any of her delicate, naive flesh showing One was uglier than the next to her delicate senses, the larger of the two was wider at the snout, he resembled, very remotely, a bull, and the smaller, tall and long, reminded her of a rat Hoping Melegar's power and speed could force her through the oncoming riders, she bent down and held on tight He rushed forward and knocked his comrade from atop her, grumbling incoherently, driven by an angry lust Her young, intimate flesh was thus exposed to the stout monster and his smaller friend; young, and smooth, and entirely delightful to their eyes It was never certain that she was the quarry until from the opposite side a second rider charged toward her, and both these made her their target The face which looked down upon her, close that she could smell the strangely saccharine breath of the brute, was wide and angular, with many prominent bones—the cheeks, the chin, and even a sharp, large nose And how much longer she could stay sensible and connected to that pain, that outrage, she could not tell—but plead she did, for merciful oblivion She felt so empowered with the towering Melegar firm and solid between her legs; she felt more noble high astride this beast, than ever she did in any of her family's numerous estates and manors the country wide It seemed the language was just as assorted, pieced together by so many sources, as their clothing It was so easy to make known her disdain of the formal codes, setting the standards of dress and behavior, when she was coddled in the royal fashion A great bulk of a figure, molded in uneven clay it looked, for the skin was grey and knobbly She gulped in the fragrant air, and heard nought but the snorts of her magnificent steed The many, close bound trees blurred past, but she was always a step ahead, swerving in and out, around and through; her proficient equestrian instincts kept her free from entanglement and collision "We are after an elf creature, our employer made it quite clear You two will stay here, and keep this one occupied sufficiently, we don't need anyone bearing witness that we're here, now do we?"
Watching this one called Meluvian remount and ride off again, young Ilyati found it both encouraging and bewildering that her capture was a mistake These other two—she could only tell them apart by minor differences in their features—were already standing over her, their own hoods since discarded The two ogres had ceased their mauling and prodding to watch her wrestling for freedom from the troll From the very first of his entrance, all of her senses dimmed, mercilessly giving to her sense of touch and feeling the more influence Now she found herself shifting uneasily in the saddle, and, when a third sounding from a horn ever closer, she spurred Melegar into motion, fleeing from this something unknown
But before she could make speed, she felt Melegar shudder and grind his hooves into the ground, trying to stop To stop his lone return from perking interest, no doubt To her discomfort, the troll made no move to take his leave She only just caught glimpse of that which had spooked her iron willed Melegar—in their previous path stood a tall protrusion of solid rock, grey and bare Her heart beat painfully within her chest, the air drying her throat and lips; but she held fast the reins and urged Melegar further, faster
Here, deep in the woods, where the sun was lost behind a full canopy of green and the land beneath kept in an ever twilight, she heard a prolonged cry, something inhuman, but deep and filling the air
Beyond the pounding of her own mount's heavy foot falls, she could already hear others galloping, she both hoped it to be imagined and knew by instinct that riders were nearing She cheered her charger's quick reaction and steady wit, now braving to look back at the three riders behind
In the next instant, he pierced her body, thrusting with the bulk of his weight and strength deep into her body Standing to his full height down by her feet, Bull had disrobed himself, baring to her wide eyed fright a manhood, if such a member upon a beastly ogre could be termed thus, even loosely, a manhood of such immense proportions She felt so tiny, while she stared at the long trunk of his shaft, heavy and thick even as it hung still semi-flaccid, and the massive pair of balls settled at the base, of this ogre's full organ ) He called himself "sergeant" and gave some name unknown to her, perhaps his homeland, perhaps his lord She was as good a hunter and horseman, better at the latter, as any of her brothers, and could calculate the path by instincts, made quick by practice "Sounding the alarm at this one's trail, you've probably cost us much time She had oft times been at the hunt with her brothers, and was veteran to the sensations of other horses on the chase following close behind
Her curiosity would be quenched, as the single one who'd come up to her pulled back his hood to bare a malformed face—the face was too long, too protuberant in the snout " His hideous, malign grin caused a shudder to traverse her body Her slender arms had long since gone numb in the motionless troll's grip, her legs felt as dead weight, splayed out, wide to appease the heavy ogre settled upon her, spearing her like a doe
The three mounted men alighted, and one of them approached, grumbling scorn at the oafish troll Bringing her booted foot up hard, she struck against the monster's leg, just behind its knee But much to her horror, she caught in her eyes a sight most horrid and terrific
Her cinnamon skin acquired a more even lustre, was more smooth; her black hair retained its sheen, the many tresses of curling midnight spires gleamed at the touch of the sun's rays, like the surface of a deep lagoon Melegar halted by her command, and she looked back and forth, and yet couldn't make out the direction of this mournful sound; she was sure now, having paid it closer attention, it was a horn of some kind They laughed and mocked in their horrid language, but as soon as she had stopped her fruitless struggle, the beasts molested her once again She was tossed backwards through the air, and landed hard to the forest floor, but stopping once she hit, held fast by something He reached down and molested her face, turning roughly her head this way and that She wanted to hide herself, a second nature through all her discreet upbringing, in the palaces and courts where ladies were to be covered entirely but for their faces and hair They were each closer to her own size, at least in height; but still she could not see them, they that were covered entirely, with gloves over their hands, hoods pulled down to obscure the face His hands played upon her, fondling and squeezing her breasts, and all the while she yearned to cry out, but kept it locked inside She recalled the brief chase, and the surprising gain of her pursuers upon her, but then she also blamed it on her abuse of grand Melegar formerly, before ever this misfortune befell her
Young Ilyati styled herself a warrior and adventurer princess, and always dared delve deeper into the lands surrounding her home citadel; within the forests surrounding, the tracks and meadows seemed fewer, tighter and darker, but astride her grey charger, Melegar, she tackled the miles with habitual ease, leaving the woodland tracks behind and flying through the deeper, fuller growth A troll's muscles were as iron, and although their intellects were far from praiseworthy, their resolve was firm, and they'd the physical power to defend it Pray we still catch our prey Beneath the giant, she squirmed, writhed, impaled upon his massive fleshy lance Their tongue was much more harsh, and strange, than any Ilyati had been accustomed, and only few of the words that escaped the nearest's mouth could she recognize The long rip was enlarged and strained over her figure with her hands held beyond her head; a long line of her side, and the very edge of her breast were exposed to the beasts
Her arms were getting sore and weak, and her nerves were jumping at each syllable of these monsters' grating speech His large hands kept hold of her arms, sulking from the sergeant's reprimand But she couldn't despair, as she knew her own skill The violence with which she was torn was so much that the rending of her maidenhood drove a stake straight up her spine—as the rush impacted with her brain, so she loosed a shriek She stared hard, with all her courage and willpower, straight into the creature's eyes, even as he tore away at the leather, uncovering her from neck to hips The Rat squirmed his way against her side, seemingly intrigued by her breasts, as he recommenced tugging upon her hardened nipples, and pinching around the soft contoured flesh The eyes were squinting and scorning, but the mouth was wide and full of so many curved fangs
In swifter and less common bursts, the sun's rays flickered across her body from through the high, full trees, their branches becoming more entwined, the leaves covering more and more of the sky She took not the time to look over these riders, to acquaint herself with their outward appearances, only that they were excellent upon their mounts Free of the world's cares, she fled into her own escape, deep into the wilds, away from the stifling streets, the musty chambers and the crowded halls of her homesteads The blast of sound slowly faded and was answered by another, but this time both noticeably closer and from a different direction "Here, now! This one is not the one we seek, fools!" he shouted at them
It was very true that this young princess had never been with a man, at least not in any sexual way, but she had seen the male genitalia Her soft, intimate tissue expanded as much as it could yield, but always she would feel about to split apart, that her tiny channel could not withstand the savage invasion for long The two ogres mumbled to one another in their barking speech, and leaned over her nearer, their eyes hungry and aggressive It was the same pricking on her neck, the same tensing of her legs around her sturdy horse, but this time the excitement arose from fear She felt he would surely crush her beneath himself, keeping her eyes fixed on nothing in particular, just staring off into the otherwise serene forest around her, she tried as mightily as she could to separate herself from the present, to leave her body empty while this outrage played itself She'd seen her brothers, and even had a few glimpses of her father's manhood, and while she had since then always thought him very praiseworthy in size, she now saw near her that which mocked her father's and seemed a nightmare parody
The impact shook the air from her, as she crumpled against the pain She could not feel even his rough handling of her newly blossomed breasts, only that horrible, throbbing, giant phallus spreading her young, untouched pussy She had left behind her scaled armors, her greaves and helm, and settled for leather tunic and leggings with iron strips sown into them to add some protection, but she was in the mood for speed, and refused to set upon her valiant horse an encumbrance of such bulky armor that her guardians again and again bid her don The veering around trees, and leaps over uneven terrain, influenced all three riders, but Ilyati at last felt her fortune change for the worse, when straight ahead a third rider came charging forward A second time the smaller Rat was pushed aside, giving the Bull full access to her body Recent months had filled her out more maturely, stealing away her teenaged girlishness, and replacing them with so many curves evident of her twentieth year, rendering so much of her dressings obsolete, and even this simple leather armor was pressed tight over swelling breasts, and sloping hips Skillfully, she swung herself back atop the steed, as he bucked up and reversed his run Spreading her tightened lips with his, he sunk his probing tongue within, tasting her, and moaning his pleasure as she squealed and tried to push him from her "I seem to have ruined your fine leathers, my lady She felt the cold of the stone against her neck; she'd fallen back against that outcrop of stone, it seemed
She found that she could almost enjoy the handling of her breasts, the wetness of Rat's mouth and tongue left all over her swollen, aching mounds Seemingly not clear enough for you incompetents!"
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