By GW

A Goddess defends her realm against evil trolls. Illustrated.

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, and m/f and f/f rape.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

As Beletiva fawningly washed her, Erishka gradually grew inflamed by the intimacy of the unfortunate goddess's ministrations. She glanced down at the golden haired deity's full figured womanliness, the rich, graceful, perfectly sculpted curves, even more enticing in wretched slave like obedience to her thrall.  Erishka felt a hot tingling in her loins.  She oft enjoyed the favors of females as well as males. Yet, she never enjoyed possession of a goddess before.

When Beletiva finished washing every hidden crevice of the troll girl's body, Erishka stepped from the tub.  Her body still glistening wet, and without further ado, she seized Beletiva about the waist. Beletiva screamed in shocked outrage, struggling like a frightened deer, but Erishka overbore her, and flung her to the floor.

Kneeling above her, holding her powerless, Erishka looked down into the tear-filled eyes of the frightened, trembling deity, and patted her face.  Beletiva shuddered in fear at the troll's caress.  It distressed her more than a blow.

Erishka pressed her hot, burning, troll lips against Beletiva's sweet mouth, and kissed her with trollish passion, driving her burning tongue into the deity's mouth, with forceful dominance. Beletiva whimpered in protest, unable to free herself from the cruel trollish embrace.

The vile. unwanted kiss set Beletiva nearly mad with fear and loathing.  She struggled, with the desperation of a wild creature ensnared in some hideous trap.

Though Beletiva fought for her virtue, with all her waning strength, it did no good, for now she was no stronger than any mortal woman, and no match for  Erishka's trollish strength.  The troll girl soon mastered her, and Beletiva found herself looking helplessly up at the troll's leering face, while Erishka possessively toyed with her divinely abundant bosom.  Beletiva wept silently in shame, and begged Erishka to spare her this hellish indignity.  Her timid pleas only inflamed the troll's passions to greater heights.

Erishka slid down the divine body, greedily carressing the richly curved flesh as she did, and thrust her evilly grinning face into Beletiva's beautiful womanhood.

In her passionate frenzy, Erishka was like some ravening, wild beast.  She  forced Beletiva's legs into the air, so she could better assault the deity's delightful womanly treasure, with her hot, eager troll mouth.  Poor Beletiva wept in despair, as the vile troll woman caused her to respond to the  fiendish rape, in violent, unwanted orgasm.

"Now, its your turn, slut goddess!" Erishka crowed, grabbing Beletiva's wrists, and hauling the unhappy deity's beautiful, tear stained face up to her crotch.  The troll held Beletiva in this demeaning thralldom, until, her will broken, Beletiva pressed her timid lips to the the troll's wet, gaping pussy.  The enslaved deity lapped slavishly, surrendering her mouth to the daughter's dominance, as she had to the father's.  Beletiva's timid kisses, and shy, sweetly thrusting tongue soon brought the cruel troll to the heights of orgasmic delight.

"You did well slave!"  The troll sneered, when Beletiva had fully serviced her passion. "Tomorrow, you shall do better!" Beletiva's once proud heart sank, as she contemplated her odious fate, in bondage to the vicious troll princess.

Next day, when she came to serve her trollish mistress, Beletiva obediently crawled to her mistress, when she was bidden, and pleasured Erishka, in doglike servitude. The proud deity had lost all will to resist her dire fate.

Once the pride of the heavens, the imperious goddess learned to serve her cruel troll mistress with slavish attention.  From time to time, a spark of her ravaged, stolen divinity would ignite her heavenly pride, and she would rebel against Erishka's dominion.  The cruel troll would have her whipped, until the goddess cursed her powerless, unending godhead, from which she could not even hope for the merciful release of death.

At last, seemingly abandoned by the heavens, poor Beletiva virtually forgot her divinity, and became no more than Erishka's persecuted, servile handmaiden. Barefooted, a dog collar round her once stiff neck, her long,  glossy, golden hair tied back with an old rag, her divine, womanly nakedness covered with naught but a troll's dirty, castoff, loincloth, she obediently served her cruel mistress in all things.

There was no task, no matter how vilely disgusting and demeaning, that cruel Erishka did not compel her unfortunate, divine handmaiden to perform. In truth, the troll princess, delighted in degrading and abusing her divine captive, and went out of her way to find such tasks.  Daintily fastidious, even for a goddess, Beletiva found the most repugnant and abhorrent of her duties, to be that of collecting and emptying the odorous, chamber pots of her trollish masters, each morning.  Yet, even that disgusting task, the erstwhile Divine Huntress learned to carry out with becoming obedience to her cruel, troll mistress.

Sometimes, as the shamed, despairing goddess stole furtively from a lowly side entrance of the temple, that was once her own, a troll's chamber pot in hand, a former worshipper would spy her, at her ignominious duty. The passerby would sadly avert his eyes, in shame and sadness, for his goddess. Young children, who did not remember Beletiva's golden reign, hardened by cruel trollish rule, would snigger derisively, and oft pelt her with refuse.  A tear would fall from the goddes's eye in memory of other times.  Then, she would creep hurriedly back inside, lest she anger her harsh mistress, by overlong absence.