Fairy Tales, Sagas and Legends

[Wragg]

Your face is more beautiful than every morning and your breasts are temptation itself,

Poetry...

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 3 – The Raid

The princess quickly slipped into her unused nightgown and opened the chamber where her friend Sinuwa slept with her companion. The two were already awake and must have noticed something about Nawahiwu's love play - fortunately the other men slept in a small house next door. "We'll follow!" Sinuwa said, still blissfully in her boyfriend's arms.

Nawahiwu quickly grabbed her bow, for that was how she had learned. Wearing only a long shirt, she slipped into her light shoes and followed her friend out of the hut into the forest. But there was nobody in front of the hut. "Where's the guard?" "The man may have gone to pee … or he is already with the others to prepare breakfast," Anarun calmed the princess.

It was only a small part of the way when the forest opened up and they came across a flowery meadow that led to a small, dreamy lake. The chill of the night air over the warm water had blanketed the lake with a thin blanket of mist that steamed beautifully in the deep light of the morning sun.

The two threw off shoes and nightshirts, the girl hid her bow and arrows underneath; then they jumped into the lake. The water was wonderfully refreshing and still pleasantly warm at the end of summer. The lovers dove, parting the water with their strong arms. For a moment the swimmers disappeared into the fog that hung over the lake… They also disappeared from the sight of their secret observers and would have been safe for that moment...

A little later the young lovers reached the other, stony bank. They hugged and kissed and were soon swimming back in competition. Almost simultaneously they reached the near bank and the meadow.


A beautiful and apparently peaceful morning at the lake, but the idyll is deceptive...

"Where is Sinuwa?" The princess asked, who wanted to put on her shirt quickly. But once again Anrun embraced his beloved, holding her tightly to his body and preventing her from getting dressed.

Suddenly the Flower of the Forest heard the warning cry of a bird. Immediately she realized danger, but her lover still held her tightly in his arms. At that moment an arrow from ambush hit Anrun in the back. He groaned, his eyes widening, and he fell to his knees.

Nawahiwu tried to pull him up, but reflexively she dropped him and grabbed her bow and arrows when she saw a group of armed men running towards her from the bushes. She drew her bow in a flash and just before the first attacker reached her; an arrow pierced his chest and caused him to fall.

She was already drawing the bow again when she noticed a shadow - too late! A powerful mountain troll approached behind her. Turning in a flash, she didn't have time to aim the arrow at the beast. A powerful fist knocked her to the ground and for a moment the girl lost consciousness.

The strong troll threw the princess over his shoulder and dragged her away. When Nawahiwu regained consciousness, she found herself in a most awkward position, lying on her stomach somewhere at the edge of a forest. The primal being pressed a Y-shaped wooden fork across her neck, forcing her head to the ground. Two men threw themselves on the girl's legs to bind her feet. Two more grabbed her arms, a fifth secured the action. Held defenseless on the ground, the men began tying her hands tightly behind her back. They also tied a rope between her feet, which made it possible for the princess to walk with normal steps, but not to run.

Although she tried as hard as she could, the princess could hardly resist. She had no chance of escaping capture. Her arms and hands, which were tied behind her back, were already being laced to the wooden fork that was still tightly gripping her neck. The men raised the fork until the girl groaned under the strain of her shoulder joints.

"You are caught! Will you comply?” Nawahiwu nodded fearfully. From the words they spoke, the princess recognized her kidnapper as Alarnes; and she suspected that this would mean a tragic turn in her journey. At the same time she wondered how these men had found her, how they knew about her journey... There had to be a traitor in their ranks, someone she and the king had trusted...

The men pulled back the 'man catcher' and the naked girl was able to lift her head off the ground. But with the wood, they also pulled her tightly bound arms further up behind her back, forcing Nawahiwu back to her knees. The men quickly fastened her neck with a leather strap between the branched ends of the mighty wooden fork. The short forked ends rested on her shoulders and they pulled two more straps down from these ends, crossing them over the girl's breasts and bringing the straps together under the armpits on her back, where the cords were knotted tightly.


A ‘man catcher’ as a weapon

One of the men pressed a short stick against the young woman's lips and teeth. "Open your mouth!" he commanded. Nawahiwu reluctantly obeyed and the small stick was pushed far between her teeth and immediately fixed with a strap behind her neck. Forced like an animal under the yoke, the princess had to get up and was taken away. She was pushed from behind by the wooden fork in which she was bound. "Go faster!" With these words one of the men whipped her with a short whip with knotted ends over her bottom.

So the princess was carried away naked and in a humiliating manner by four men, but her friend stayed behind and bled to death. As she looked around, it again lashed her loins, buttocks and thighs. They immediately pushed her further. The troll and one of her captors stayed behind. But Nawahiwu was dragged away, past the huts where she had slept, further into the dense forest, and soon up a steep escarpment to a ridge.

She wondered what had become of her girlfriend and the other companions, but could see nothing. One of the men pushed her in front of him with a fork, a second accompanied her with a whip, and two other men secured her way. From a distance she heard her friend's scream and slurred calls in her language... But then they were already deep in the forest, the view behind remained blocked.

Nawahiwu was in shock, dazed and walking mechanically, following the compulsion of her yoke. She stumbled several times trying to take longer steps. But the men forced her back to her feet. The young woman tried with difficulty to organize her thoughts again, while she probably felt the intrusive and evil looks of her captors, who were angry with the princess because she had killed one of their own. She felt desperation, fear and shame, but soon hardship and pain would also become her constant companions.

Behind the hill followed a flat valley of dense, shady forest, then it went up again and the trees thinned out. Her shoulders soon ached from the strain on her joints, her bare feet from all the wood and stones she stepped on. With the stick in her mouth wide open, she couldn't swallow, thick saliva dripped slimy onto her breasts and further down her stomach and thighs. Her lips were raw from the pressure of the wood, and her wide open jaw hurt at the joint.

The sweat that quickly covered her body attracted the mosquitoes and her skin soon itched from countless bites. Buttocks and thighs burned from the blows of the whip, with which the men continued to drive the girl furiously. Her ankle cuffs constantly rubbed sore on her heels. Walking became painful; again and again the band between her feet hindered a faster and further step. Nawahiwu stumbled and fell several times. Soon her knees were bleeding from the fall, but her lower legs were bleeding from the thorny branches she had to walk between. The blood attracted flies, as did the remnants of semen dripping from her lap.

So it was probably an hour from the lake over the first hill up to a ridge. Walking became more and more painful for the princess. On the hill, one of the kidnappers finally showed mercy and cut the tie between her feet. But this only had the aim of driving her downhill even faster. Immediately, the straps of the whip slapped across her buttocks, "Run, girl, run faster, run!"

In a hurry we went down the other side of the mountain into a densely wooded valley and on winding paths to the lowlands at the foot of the mountains. There they found refuge in a narrow cave. Nawahiwu was forced to squat and she was freed from the wood in her mouth. The men also freed her hands from their painful bondage, but her feet were tied tightly together so that she could not escape.

The kidnappers gave the princess a cup of water to drink, which she slurped greedily. Then there was a piece of bread and more water to drink for the dry mouth. Her neck and upper body were still helplessly bound in the long wooden fork of the 'man catcher'. Meanwhile, the princess struggled to loosen her tense wrists and shoulders. She remained naked before the intrusive eyes of the strange men who were hostile to her.

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 4 – Sinuwa's Fate

The retarded man finally reached the cave together with the troll. As Nawahiwu could gather from the conversations, her lover was deadly wounded and died and they buried him together with the attacker she had killed by herself. After that the troll had taken all her leftover things or burned them. There shouldn't be any traces. She did not hear anything about the fate of her girlfriend and her other companions, but she was deeply depressed and worried.

The men continued to watch the girl with intrusive looks before throwing the nightgown over the freezing princess and pushing on her the light shoes she had worn at the lake. Nawahiwu also recognized her bow, which the kidnappers had taken away, but of course she didn't get it back. After all, she was allowed to dress scantily and put on shoes.

They soon went on. They dodged south from the mountains, to where the Alarnes lived. But why had they moved so far north beforehand? Did these men want to hide the goal of their journey from possible pursuers? But who could follow her?

Again they went down from a hill into a narrow valley and soon up again to the next chain of hills, although the path in the valley would be much easier. To make things easier to her, they had tied the princess's hands behind her back, but they hadn't pulled them up and fixed them to the wooden fork ... and her mouth also remained free. Instead, the troll now seemed to be watching over her.

"If you bitch, or don't run fast enough, your arms will come back into the yoke and the wooden stick will come back between your teeth... So run as hard as you can, girl," the men had threatened her. Nawahiwu struggled to keep up the pace, and as a reward she was spared further lashes from the whip. It was much easier to walk in her light shoes than before barefoot and she had strong, fast legs; the pace didn't bother her.

It went on like this, hour after hour with short breaks. She had no trouble keeping up with her captors now. However, the intrusive looks of the mountain troll, her minder and constant companion, worried her...


A kidnapping variant with multiple trolls... But in this story there is only one!

In the early evening they reached a group of wooden huts in the forest, where five men from the commando unit were already waiting for them, who had probably taken a more direct route. From the conversations, Nawahiwu learned that all of her companions had been killed and buried, but another attacker had also died and two of them had been injured.

However, her girlfriend had been badly wounded in battle. The kidnappers had also captured and abducted her, but her progress was slow due to loss of blood and pain. Accompanied by four men, including the both injured Alarnes, she would arrive later if she could bear the strain. However, the princess recognized from the report that one of her own companions was missing from the enumeration of the kidnappers. One of their faithful must have escaped, or so she hoped.

Nawahiwu was allowed to wear a coat with her nightgown. She was placed on a fleece and against a wooden wall. Then her feet were tied there. She was given food, after which her hands were tied at head height to two iron rings on the wall, which were probably intended for tying hunting dogs. So the princess had to spend the evening sitting, leaning against the wooden wall, pursuing gloomy thoughts and mourning the loss of her friends.

As darkness fell, the expected men arrived with Sinuwa. Nawahiwu was shocked when she saw her girlfriend, because she looked very pale, completely exhausted and powerless. Two men had to support the girl. The first eye contact told the princess "I'm finished, I can't and don't want to anymore". An arrowhead was still stuck deep in her shoulder and the shirt she was wearing was covered in blood.

The leader of the capturers told the two girls not to speak in their language, but Sinuwa didn't have the strength to do that anyway. Two men took care about the girlfriend in the light of torches. They tore her blood-soaked shirt, laid her belly down on a table, and asked four more men to hold her tight and stuff a cloth in her mouth so she could bite down her pain. Then one of the two labored with a slender knife to peel the arrowhead out from under her right shoulder blade while the other dabbed at the profusely bleeding wound. The girl still screamed audibly into her mouth gag.

Finally the arrowhead emerged, but the wound began to bleed profusely again. They put a damp cloth over it, pressed a flat piece of wood on the wound and tied it tightly over her shoulders and armpits.

The man with the knife said, "She's lost a lot of blood, she'll need three days' rest, captain. Tomorrow she won't be able to continue the hike." But the leader of the troop only said, "Our job is to catch the princess; the girl would be a nice addition, that's all..."

Nawahiwu guessed what those words meant to her girlfriend. Dejected, tied while seated and well-guarded, she awaited her first night in captivity. Longer ropes were tied to her wrists late in the evening and she was able to rest lying down for the rest of the night. Her girlfriend was stretched out on a bed out of speech range, her hands and feet were also bound.

The princess sometimes heard Sinuwa moaning on her bed and talking as if in a fever, but she became quieter and quieter until she was completely silent. Nawahiwu felt bitterness and sadness that she was not even allowed to comfort Sinuwa while she was dying. In the morning her girlfriend was dead and the princess was crying in grief and desperation.

 

[Wragg]

Chapter 4 – Sinuwa's Fate

The retarded man finally reached the cave together with the troll. As Nawahiwu could gather from the conversations, her lover was deadly wounded and died and they buried him together with the attacker she had killed by herself. After that the troll had taken all her leftover things or burned them. There shouldn't be any traces. She did not hear anything about the fate of her girlfriend and her other companions, but she was deeply depressed and worried.

The men continued to watch the girl with intrusive looks before throwing the nightgown over the freezing princess and pushing on her the light shoes she had worn at the lake. Nawahiwu also recognized her bow, which the kidnappers had taken away, but of course she didn't get it back. After all, she was allowed to dress scantily and put on shoes.

They soon went on. They dodged south from the mountains, to where the Alarnes lived. But why had they moved so far north beforehand? Did these men want to hide the goal of their journey from possible pursuers? But who could follow her?

Again they went down from a hill into a narrow valley and soon up again to the next chain of hills, although the path in the valley would be much easier. To make things easier to her, they had tied the princess's hands behind her back, but they hadn't pulled them up and fixed them to the wooden fork ... and her mouth also remained free. Instead, the troll now seemed to be watching over her.

"If you bitch, or don't run fast enough, your arms will come back into the yoke and the wooden stick will come back between your teeth... So run as hard as you can, girl," the men had threatened her. Nawahiwu struggled to keep up the pace, and as a reward she was spared further lashes from the whip. It was much easier to walk in her light shoes than before barefoot and she had strong, fast legs; the pace didn't bother her.

It went on like this, hour after hour with short breaks. She had no trouble keeping up with her captors now. However, the intrusive looks of the mountain troll, her minder and constant companion, worried her...

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A kidnapping variant with multiple trolls... But in this story there is only one!

In the early evening they reached a group of wooden huts in the forest, where five men from the commando unit were already waiting for them, who had probably taken a more direct route. From the conversations, Nawahiwu learned that all of her companions had been killed and buried, but another attacker had also died and two of them had been injured.

However, her girlfriend had been badly wounded in battle. The kidnappers had also captured and abducted her, but her progress was slow due to loss of blood and pain. Accompanied by four men, including the both injured Alarnes, she would arrive later if she could bear the strain. However, the princess recognized from the report that one of her own companions was missing from the enumeration of the kidnappers. One of their faithful must have escaped, or so she hoped.

Nawahiwu was allowed to wear a coat with her nightgown. She was placed on a fleece and against a wooden wall. Then her feet were tied there. She was given food, after which her hands were tied at head height to two iron rings on the wall, which were probably intended for tying hunting dogs. So the princess had to spend the evening sitting, leaning against the wooden wall, pursuing gloomy thoughts and mourning the loss of her friends.

As darkness fell, the expected men arrived with Sinuwa. Nawahiwu was shocked when she saw her girlfriend, because she looked very pale, completely exhausted and powerless. Two men had to support the girl. The first eye contact told the princess "I'm finished, I can't and don't want to anymore". An arrowhead was still stuck deep in her shoulder and the shirt she was wearing was covered in blood.

The leader of the capturers told the two girls not to speak in their language, but Sinuwa didn't have the strength to do that anyway. Two men took care about the girlfriend in the light of torches. They tore her blood-soaked shirt, laid her belly down on a table, and asked four more men to hold her tight and stuff a cloth in her mouth so she could bite down her pain. Then one of the two labored with a slender knife to peel the arrowhead out from under her right shoulder blade while the other dabbed at the profusely bleeding wound. The girl still screamed audibly into her mouth gag.

Finally the arrowhead emerged, but the wound began to bleed profusely again. They put a damp cloth over it, pressed a flat piece of wood on the wound and tied it tightly over her shoulders and armpits.

The man with the knife said, "She's lost a lot of blood, she'll need three days' rest, captain. Tomorrow she won't be able to continue the hike." But the leader of the troop only said, "Our job is to catch the princess; the girl would be a nice addition, that's all..."

Nawahiwu guessed what those words meant to her girlfriend. Dejected, tied while seated and well-guarded, she awaited her first night in captivity. Longer ropes were tied to her wrists late in the evening and she was able to rest lying down for the rest of the night. Her girlfriend was stretched out on a bed out of speech range, her hands and feet were also bound.

The princess sometimes heard Sinuwa moaning on her bed and talking as if in a fever, but she became quieter and quieter until she was completely silent. Nawahiwu felt bitterness and sadness that she was not even allowed to comfort Sinuwa while she was dying. In the morning her girlfriend was dead and the princess was crying in grief and desperation.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I do like trolls on the internet!

 

[montycrusto]

Sometimes, just sometimes, I do like trolls on the internet!

Me too. That was a sad episode, @Rupert_137 ! Poor Sinuwa. Enjoying the story though nice pic by mercy magnet too

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 5 – In the Hands of the Beast

For two more days, her kidnappers led Nawahiwu over mountain ridges, through dense forest – avoiding the lighter valleys – and on hidden paths to the southeast into a remote region of Lord Rogart's dominion. Sadness and worry were her constant companions.

From then on, the princess was spared the yoke of the wooden fork, she was also allowed to wear simple clothes and her right shoes, but now she was secured to her waist belt with a rope, which inextricably connected her to the strong mountain troll.

The ugly, coarse being watched the princess closely and used the breaks to bother her. Nawahiwu was concerned about his behavior. She was dismissive, but the troll was not discouraged, and none of her captors supported the princess.

While resting by a creek, the troll grabbed at her breasts with his coarse hands and clawed fingers, squeezing them painfully and making appreciative grunting noises. The princess hissed at him: "Don't touch me, you stinking creature!" She tried to push him away, but with her hands tied she couldn't escape the obtrusive, unpleasant creature. Unmoved, the beast slid his paws under her shirt to grope her tits roughly, kneading them and pinching her nipples. "Ow... No, don't! You’re hurting me!”

When she realized that nobody was helping her and that she couldn't get rid of the intrusive beast, she remembered to be a little more friendly to the repulsive creature. "You have a delicate princess before you... You must treat me gently and with respect!"

The troll seemed to understand her words and finally let her go. So Nawahiwu found the opportunity to eat and drink something during the well-deserved break. Nevertheless, she was finally glad when they went on again.


Nawahiwu is harassed by the troll... But he wants more...

After that she had some peace on her further way, but in the evening her worst fears were to come true. She was lying on a bed and was tied to the frame with her left foot and her right wrist. The troll crouched at her feet on the floor in the same small room, snoring loudly, and was supposed to guard her personally. This situation alone caused her great concern...

A tugging and shaking on her body jerked the princess out of her fitful sleep. When she opened her eyes, startled, she saw the troll's ugly face in the early morning light. The hideous creature, with its long, pointed nose, pointed ears, long, menacing fangs, and ugly face, gazed at her with that typical malicious grin that looked like the frozen smile of a beast.

"Oh no! Not you, filthy troll! Keep your hands off me!” She yelled at him, also hoping to get the other men's attention. But the ugly creature hit her hard on the left cheek and motioned for her to be silent. Then he grunted something she didn't really understand, but she guessed what it meant: "You are my reward... I have the right to take you!"

With disgust and horror, the princess realized that the troll wanted to abuse her in a rude manner, that nobody would come to her aid and that she would not be able to defend herself.

Her defenselessness, her reluctance and her desperation seemed to amuse the troll, he licked her cheek with relish with his rough tongue, and she noticed his disgusting bad breath. Finally, with a single tug, he ripped open her nightgown and began happily squeezing and pinching her breasts, then licking them and wetting her tits with his viscous, disgusting mucus.

"You are too big for me, I am a delicate elf," she wailed in the language of the elves and with the anxious hope that he would understand. And when he didn't let go of her tits: "These are the nice and tender boobs of a princess ... you have to treat them very gently... My soft tits are not for your rough paws!"

Undeterred, the troll brutally pinched her nipples and rejoiced as they erected hard. "Ow! Oh no, no! These buds are very delicate... My nipples are not for your rough play.” Then the clumsy, ugly creature looked at her and nodded as if understanding the Flower of the Forrest. But then he grunted something that sounded like "open your legs!"

"No, I'm too tight for you," the princess sighed, but the troll made it clear to her that she had to comply or he would take by force what was his.

"Oh, no, his dig is much too big, he'll tear me apart, he'll hurt me badly," Nawahiwu thought to herself in horror. But she was tied up and alone, no one came to her rescue, she had to comply or she would suffer more serious injuries.

"Okay," she said, her voice choking on tears, "I submit, but you have to be very gentle and nice to me..." That was a pious wish; she could hardly expect that from this dull creature.

The troll freed his mighty, stinking cock from his skimpy loincloth and played with it a little with his right hand until his penis erected to full, frightening size. Then he brutally threw himself on the princess and pushed himself between her legs, which she spread out of necessity.

The beast clutched her hips in his claws, and then with a groan and a powerful thrust, he slammed his stinking spear up her tight crevice and rammed it deep into her lap. Nawahiwu felt like torn, she cried out in pain and terror. Undeterred, the beast began to pound the princess like a wild animal, with powerful, hasty thrusts.

Satisfied, the troll grunted something like, "I've conquered you!"

"Oh, no... Not that deep... Not that hard! You're hurting me... you're going to tear me apart!"

Pain and a deep disgust filled the princess as the hideous creature raped her. Desperately she tried to pull away from him, but that was hopeless and only enraged the beast even more.

It got even more odious when he took her bare breasts again, grabbed and squeezed them with his clawed fingers as if trying to squeeze out the milk, finally resting his rough lips on her breast and sucking hard on her nipples as if trying he's actually sucking milk out of her.

It got even more horrible when his saliva dripped onto her face and he took her bare breasts again, grabbing and squeezing them with his clawed fingers... It seemed to her that he was trying to squeeze out the milk. Finally he was pressing his rough lips laying her breast and sucking hard on her nipples as if he were really trying to suck out her tits.

Unable to fight back and prevent the inevitable, Nawahiwu tried to accept it as impassively as possible, but she felt disgust, deep humiliation, and also anger.


The princess must give herself to the disgusting troll...
As part of the humiliations the Alarnes’ Lord Rogart inflicted on her

"No, this disgusting beast must never violate my pure lap!" She cursed... and yet she knew it would happen. It was minimal relief for her to know that a troll couldn't get her pregnant.

It hurt so much as the beast fucked her hard and deep with his mighty cock while grabbing her in his powerful claws and pulling her against him. Torn inside, the Flower of the Forest bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud again. It was almost like a release when the troll suddenly reared up, rammed his mighty phallus deep into her lap again and released his seed with a loud, deep moan of pleasure. His moans sounded almost like a bear's growl, drowning out the princess's muffled scream and wailing in agony.

But Nawahiwu had to pay for the salvation with great pain. The troll's cock was not only enormous in size, its glans also became more pointed. His lance was like a battering ram and his brutal final thrust flooded her entire lap with his semen and her pain.

Her agonizing cry and his own lust gave the troll the greatest pleasure. The beast grinned even wider as he pulled away from her. "Good woman," he seemed to grunt, then rolled onto his bed and fell asleep before long, leaving the curled-up, violated girl lying heedless.

The traumatized princess could no longer sleep. Troll cum trickled out of her painfully stretched pussy and she could smell how it stank. The Flower of the Forrest felt dishonored, abused, humiliated and deeply defiled. She had to cry, although the physical pain was the most bearable. She had elf blood in her body, her inner and outer wounds would heal quickly, but the emotional wounds would torment her forever.

The worst thing for her was the thought that she was being used as wages for some dirty, dull troll. The princess swore revenge that night... She would kill the disgusting troll and all her kidnappers, but also the employer who was responsible for all of this.

But at the moment she was in a helpless and extremely unfortunate position... Revenge was out of the question; she rather had to think about all the suffering that still awaited her. Nawahiwu still only suspected that the Alarnes’ lord Rogart had her kidnapped, but she did not know that it was he who had expressly ordered her defilement by the troll as part of her humiliation... and that as a princess she would serve the troll instead of wages were promised.

Nawahiwu rolled on her bed and cried until the sun came up. The next day, her lap still hurt from the rape she suffered, but she had to continue on her way to Rinval Fortress. No one seemed to care what suffering the captive princess had endured at the hands of the mountain troll the night before.

 

[montycrusto]

Chapter 5 – In the Hands of the Beast

For two more days, her kidnappers led Nawahiwu over mountain ridges, through dense forest – avoiding the lighter valleys – and on hidden paths to the southeast into a remote region of Lord Rogart's dominion. Sadness and worry were her constant companions.

From then on, the princess was spared the yoke of the wooden fork, she was also allowed to wear simple clothes and her right shoes, but now she was secured to her waist belt with a rope, which inextricably connected her to the strong mountain troll.

The ugly, coarse being watched the princess closely and used the breaks to bother her. Nawahiwu was concerned about his behavior. She was dismissive, but the troll was not discouraged, and none of her captors supported the princess.

While resting by a creek, the troll grabbed at her breasts with his coarse hands and clawed fingers, squeezing them painfully and making appreciative grunting noises. The princess hissed at him: "Don't touch me, you stinking creature!" She tried to push him away, but with her hands tied she couldn't escape the obtrusive, unpleasant creature. Unmoved, the beast slid his paws under her shirt to grope her tits roughly, kneading them and pinching her nipples. "Ow... No, don't! You’re hurting me!”

When she realized that nobody was helping her and that she couldn't get rid of the intrusive beast, she remembered to be a little more friendly to the repulsive creature. "You have a delicate princess before you... You must treat me gently and with respect!"

The troll seemed to understand her words and finally let her go. So Nawahiwu found the opportunity to eat and drink something during the well-deserved break. Nevertheless, she was finally glad when they went on again.

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Nawahiwu is harassed by the troll... But he wants more...

After that she had some peace on her further way, but in the evening her worst fears were to come true. She was lying on a bed and was tied to the frame with her left foot and her right wrist. The troll crouched at her feet on the floor in the same small room, snoring loudly, and was supposed to guard her personally. This situation alone caused her great concern...

A tugging and shaking on her body jerked the princess out of her fitful sleep. When she opened her eyes, startled, she saw the troll's ugly face in the early morning light. The hideous creature, with its long, pointed nose, pointed ears, long, menacing fangs, and ugly face, gazed at her with that typical malicious grin that looked like the frozen smile of a beast.

"Oh no! Not you, filthy troll! Keep your hands off me!” She yelled at him, also hoping to get the other men's attention. But the ugly creature hit her hard on the left cheek and motioned for her to be silent. Then he grunted something she didn't really understand, but she guessed what it meant: "You are my reward... I have the right to take you!"

With disgust and horror, the princess realized that the troll wanted to abuse her in a rude manner, that nobody would come to her aid and that she would not be able to defend herself.

Her defenselessness, her reluctance and her desperation seemed to amuse the troll, he licked her cheek with relish with his rough tongue, and she noticed his disgusting bad breath. Finally, with a single tug, he ripped open her nightgown and began happily squeezing and pinching her breasts, then licking them and wetting her tits with his viscous, disgusting mucus.

"You are too big for me, I am a delicate elf," she wailed in the language of the elves and with the anxious hope that he would understand. And when he didn't let go of her tits: "These are the nice and tender boobs of a princess ... you have to treat them very gently... My soft tits are not for your rough paws!"

Undeterred, the troll brutally pinched her nipples and rejoiced as they erected hard. "Ow! Oh no, no! These buds are very delicate... My nipples are not for your rough play.” Then the clumsy, ugly creature looked at her and nodded as if understanding the Flower of the Forrest. But then he grunted something that sounded like "open your legs!"

"No, I'm too tight for you," the princess sighed, but the troll made it clear to her that she had to comply or he would take by force what was his.

"Oh, no, his dig is much too big, he'll tear me apart, he'll hurt me badly," Nawahiwu thought to herself in horror. But she was tied up and alone, no one came to her rescue, she had to comply or she would suffer more serious injuries.

"Okay," she said, her voice choking on tears, "I submit, but you have to be very gentle and nice to me..." That was a pious wish; she could hardly expect that from this dull creature.

The troll freed his mighty, stinking cock from his skimpy loincloth and played with it a little with his right hand until his penis erected to full, frightening size. Then he brutally threw himself on the princess and pushed himself between her legs, which she spread out of necessity.

The beast clutched her hips in his claws, and then with a groan and a powerful thrust, he slammed his stinking spear up her tight crevice and rammed it deep into her lap. Nawahiwu felt like torn, she cried out in pain and terror. Undeterred, the beast began to pound the princess like a wild animal, with powerful, hasty thrusts.

Satisfied, the troll grunted something like, "I've conquered you!"

"Oh, no... Not that deep... Not that hard! You're hurting me... you're going to tear me apart!"

Pain and a deep disgust filled the princess as the hideous creature raped her. Desperately she tried to pull away from him, but that was hopeless and only enraged the beast even more.

It got even more odious when he took her bare breasts again, grabbed and squeezed them with his clawed fingers as if trying to squeeze out the milk, finally resting his rough lips on her breast and sucking hard on her nipples as if trying he's actually sucking milk out of her.

It got even more horrible when his saliva dripped onto her face and he took her bare breasts again, grabbing and squeezing them with his clawed fingers... It seemed to her that he was trying to squeeze out the milk. Finally he was pressing his rough lips laying her breast and sucking hard on her nipples as if he were really trying to suck out her tits.

Unable to fight back and prevent the inevitable, Nawahiwu tried to accept it as impassively as possible, but she felt disgust, deep humiliation, and also anger.

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The princess must give herself to the disgusting troll...
As part of the humiliations the Alarnes’ Lord Rogart inflicted on her

"No, this disgusting beast must never violate my pure lap!" She cursed... and yet she knew it would happen. It was minimal relief for her to know that a troll couldn't get her pregnant.

It hurt so much as the beast fucked her hard and deep with his mighty cock while grabbing her in his powerful claws and pulling her against him. Torn inside, the Flower of the Forest bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud again. It was almost like a release when the troll suddenly reared up, rammed his mighty phallus deep into her lap again and released his seed with a loud, deep moan of pleasure. His moans sounded almost like a bear's growl, drowning out the princess's muffled scream and wailing in agony.

But Nawahiwu had to pay for the salvation with great pain. The troll's cock was not only enormous in size, its glans also became more pointed. His lance was like a battering ram and his brutal final thrust flooded her entire lap with his semen and her pain.

Her agonizing cry and his own lust gave the troll the greatest pleasure. The beast grinned even wider as he pulled away from her. "Good woman," he seemed to grunt, then rolled onto his bed and fell asleep before long, leaving the curled-up, violated girl lying heedless.

The traumatized princess could no longer sleep. Troll cum trickled out of her painfully stretched pussy and she could smell how it stank. The Flower of the Forrest felt dishonored, abused, humiliated and deeply defiled. She had to cry, although the physical pain was the most bearable. She had elf blood in her body, her inner and outer wounds would heal quickly, but the emotional wounds would torment her forever.

The worst thing for her was the thought that she was being used as wages for some dirty, dull troll. The princess swore revenge that night... She would kill the disgusting troll and all her kidnappers, but also the employer who was responsible for all of this.

But at the moment she was in a helpless and extremely unfortunate position... Revenge was out of the question; she rather had to think about all the suffering that still awaited her. Nawahiwu still only suspected that the Alarnes’ lord Rogart had her kidnapped, but she did not know that it was he who had expressly ordered her defilement by the troll as part of her humiliation... and that as a princess she would serve the troll instead of wages were promised.

Nawahiwu rolled on her bed and cried until the sun came up. The next day, her lap still hurt from the rape she suffered, but she had to continue on her way to Rinval Fortress. No one seemed to care what suffering the captive princess had endured at the hands of the mountain troll the night before.

I was just about to suggest that @jucundus picture when there it was already Great chapter @Rupert_137 you’re on a troll roll..

 

[Rupert_137]

I was just about to suggest that @jucundus picture when there it was already Great chapter @Rupert_137 you’re on a troll roll.

Thank you for your kind encouragement, Monty
I also chose two pictures of yours for this story, let yourself be surprised!

 

[montycrusto]

Thank you for your kind encouragement, Monty
I also chose two pictures of yours for this story, let yourself be surprised!

Ooh nice!! I might be able to guess one of them… but I’ll wait and see

 

[Loinclothslave]

Well this is like no fairytale I’ve ever read before! A taste of brutal realism, I’m loving Nawahiwu’s suffering and that’s who I’d want to be, particularly these last three chapters.

Great characterisation, very good work, @Rupert_137 , thank you

 

[Wragg]

Sometimes, just sometimes, I do like trolls on the internet!

Satisfied, the troll grunted something like, "I've conquered you!"

"Oh, no... Not that deep... Not that hard! You're hurting me... you're going to tear me apart!"

OTOH, I'll probably not be forming a fan-club!

Loving the story, though, Rupert!

 

[Rupert_137]

Well this is like no fairytale I’ve ever read before! A taste of brutal realism, I’m loving Nawahiwu’s suffering and that’s who I’d want to be, particularly these last three chapters.

The plots of many classic fairy tales are also brutal and cruel... But the descriptions themselves are not very detailed and often very trivializing.
I always strive for a realistic description, even against a fairy tale background. And at the same time, fairy tales allow the imagination to develop a little more freely...

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 6 – The Cage

They left the mountains on foot and soon reached a small farm where they rested and ate. It was the first fleeting contact with other people since her kidnapping. Horses were deposited there for her kidnappers. But Nawahiwu was tied behind a mule, still well guarded by the troll that followed at her back, and by fourteen armed men who now rode their horses...

There was no escape for the princess. She continued on foot and the path became a real strain because of its length and because of the heat in the valleys and plains.

Soon the princess was thirsty and her legs grew tired. Finally their captors came to terms, the way to the fortress Rinval was still long and they were progressing too slowly. So one of the men took the naked girl in front of himself on his horse. Her hands and feet were tied together on her back to prevent any attempt to escape.

Nawahiwu was finally able to rest a bit, but the riding was very uncomfortable in the way she was tied up on the horse with bent legs and spread thighs... Worse, she was not spared intrusive harassment from the rider behind her who kept touching her soft breasts and her exposed pussy under the pretense that he was holding her.


Tied in front of a rider and put on horseback, the princess has to endure nasty harassments....

Only in the late afternoon did the troop approach Rival Fortress, where Lord Rogart awaited them. Then the princess was asked to put on her blue royal robes that had been found at her camp site after the kidnapping. They wanted to present Nawahiwu not as a simple girl but as a triumphant booty to the denizens of the land and the fortress.

What would she expect there? The Flower of the Forest awaited the arrival at her destination with anxious feelings. After all, she was now wearing the blue dress of a princess and she was no longer naked; but the princess was no longer allowed to ride the last stretch to the fortress, she had to walk tied behind the mule again, as befits a prisoner.

With worries and bad feelings, she approached the walls of Rinval Fortress, where she would surely be imprisoned for a long time. Many Alarnes from the surrounding area had already gathered in front of the south gate to watch the surrender of the captured princess from Xanthu. Apparently she was already expected.

Nawahiwu noted that people watched her arrival with interest, but they did not cheer, nor did they show hate to her. She recognized many worried faces, some Alarnes must have realized that what their ruler was doing would lead to a war... and that war would cast a shadow over their own fate as well.

The gates of the fortress opened and the Princess of Xanthu was pulled behind her mule into the compound's large courtyard. There she was untied and taken over by a dozen guards. But what she saw startled Nawahiwu, for in front of her was a cage made of strong iron bars, just big enough to stand in. A lock was opened, a small door opened, and the princess was immediately pushed into the cage. Her left foot was locked in a chain and the door immediately was closed behind her.

Before the Flower of the Forest could realize what was in store for her, a crank was turned on top of the castle wall and the cage was pulled up slowly on the chain with the princess in front of the wall ... until she finally came to a halt below the castle battlements.

The spectators watched the brief spectacle almost without speaking, but Nawahiwu was terrified... Was this her future, imprisoned in a cage hanging from the walls of Rinval Fortress? Actually, she had a nice view of the castle's surroundings from here, but that was the least of what interested the princess now. Nor did she notice that Rogart, lord of the dun and of the entire region, was watching her.


Princess Nawahiwu imprisoned in a cage hanging from the walls of Rinval Fortress

The soldiers at the fortress and the inhabitants of the surrounding area only called the place of their captivity 'the Cage'. For many years this cage had hung by a chain in front of an outer wall of the castle proper, but still within the outer battlements that surrounded Rival on three sides. Only to the north was a lake for protection.

The cage served as a prison cell and at the same time as a kind of pillory to punish people who had committed serious crimes. It was a plain, square cage with a small, pointed roof. The roof was just high enough for a woman like Nawahiwu to stand up in the cage, but the base was too small to lay stretch out. Two chains hung from the ceiling, which could force the prisoners to stand upright in the cage, tied by the wrists, or crouched in the case of taller men. Four more chains were firmly attached to the poles at the corners of the base. Here the prisoner's hands and feet could be tied up at will and then forced to lie on the floor.

The unfortunate prisoners locked in the cage were exposed to the hot summer sun, the storm and rain of an autumn day, or the cold of a clear winter night. They usually had to crouch chained to the hard floor, or worse, stand in it with their hands raised. They were always exposed to the cruel mockery of their guards or bored soldiers who passed among them... Or they felt exposed to the curious looks of the surrounding residents who held their market days in the fortress at the foot of the cage.

In the warmer months, prisoners were often locked in completely naked, regardless of age or gender. Only if they were lucky they were provided with a ragged blanket for their minimal comfort, or there was some straw on the floor of their prison for bedding. Their daily ration was mostly meager and was handed down from above with a chain. The prisoners had to defecate while crouching over a small hole in the floor that served as a latrine.

Only rarely female prisoners were locked in the cage, and even more rarely were they young and pretty or even of extraordinary beauty as the Flower of the Forrest. And so it had caused quite a stir among the soldiers of Fortress Rinval and the residents of the surrounding villages when a young princess from Xanthu arrived at the fort under their eyes and guarded by 14 armed fighters and a troll, and where 'the Cage' already was waiting for her.

To the disappointment of the recruited soldiers, the girl was left in the cage with her clothes. They even laid out straw and a blanket for the princess, along with fresh water, a loaf of bread and some dried fruit. And yet the defenseless young woman had been chained to the base of the bars by her left foot as if she were a dangerous criminal.

Escape from the cage was considered impossible because the fortress was well guarded, the cage hung high against a windowless wall, and the bars were solid iron. But the key to the cage was hidden somewhere in the castle.

Torches were lit in the evening, illuminating the cage from both sides. The princess took little pleasure in the beautiful view over the evening lake and the mountains behind it in late summer. Luckily for her, the nights were not yet cold and during the day the sun had lost some of its strength. In any case, the light of the sun would only reach her again in the afternoon in the cage.

Nawahiwu quickly realized what awaited her here in the cage. After eating some food provided and drinking some of the water, the girl curled up on the straw on the floor and pulled the thin blanket over herself to avoid being seen and to get some rest. But it was quite uncomfortable to sleep there and she was tormented by many oppressive thoughts: "Why was I kidnapped and locked in a cage?" "How long will I be kept here?" "What else can I expect?"

The princess feared more and more that her companion, who had escaped at the lake, might not tell her father about her fate, because he himself was the traitor that must have existed in her ranks. In her mind she went through the 5 men she had trusted and with whom she had gone off. She also thought of Sinuwa's lover, but he was certainly not a traitor who sacrificed his own beloved. Suddenly Lydnur came to her mind, a young and skilled fighter. He understood and spoke the language of the Arcanes fluently, that was why he had been chosen... And suddenly she realized, Lydnur was the traitor! He hadn't escaped, but ran away with a reward... The kidnappers hadn't told that in her presence... There would be no rescue for many weeks.

Nawahiwu felt fear and despair; she got little sleep in her cage until dawn. Her only hope was that she would be released on payment of a ransom... But how long could that take?

As the sun rose in the east, but she looked west in her cage, where she only saw with sadness the red of the dawn on the slopes of the hills.

 

[montycrusto]

Chapter 6 – The Cage

They left the mountains on foot and soon reached a small farm where they rested and ate. It was the first fleeting contact with other people since her kidnapping. Horses were deposited there for her kidnappers. But Nawahiwu was tied behind a mule, still well guarded by the troll that followed at her back, and by fourteen armed men who now rode their horses...

There was no escape for the princess. She continued on foot and the path became a real strain because of its length and because of the heat in the valleys and plains.

Soon the princess was thirsty and her legs grew tired. Finally their captors came to terms, the way to the fortress Rinval was still long and they were progressing too slowly. So one of the men took the naked girl in front of himself on his horse. Her hands and feet were tied together on her back to prevent any attempt to escape.

Nawahiwu was finally able to rest a bit, but the riding was very uncomfortable in the way she was tied up on the horse with bent legs and spread thighs... Worse, she was not spared intrusive harassment from the rider behind her who kept touching her soft breasts and her exposed pussy under the pretense that he was holding her.

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Tied in front of a rider and put on horseback, the princess has to endure nasty harassments....

Only in the late afternoon did the troop approach Rival Fortress, where Lord Rogart awaited them. Then the princess was asked to put on her blue royal robes that had been found at her camp site after the kidnapping. They wanted to present Nawahiwu not as a simple girl but as a triumphant booty to the denizens of the land and the fortress.

What would she expect there? The Flower of the Forest awaited the arrival at her destination with anxious feelings. After all, she was now wearing the blue dress of a princess and she was no longer naked; but the princess was no longer allowed to ride the last stretch to the fortress, she had to walk tied behind the mule again, as befits a prisoner.

With worries and bad feelings, she approached the walls of Rinval Fortress, where she would surely be imprisoned for a long time. Many Alarnes from the surrounding area had already gathered in front of the south gate to watch the surrender of the captured princess from Xanthu. Apparently she was already expected.

Nawahiwu noted that people watched her arrival with interest, but they did not cheer, nor did the show hate to her. She recognized many worried faces, some Alarnes must have realized that what their ruler was doing would lead to a war... and that war would cast a shadow over their own fate as well.

The gates of the fortress opened and the Princess of Xanthu was pulled behind her mule into the compound's large courtyard. There she was untied and taken over by a dozen guards. But what she saw startled Nawahiwu, for in front of her was a cage made of strong iron bars, just big enough to stand in. A lock was opened, a small door opened, and the princess was immediately pushed into the cage. Her left foot was locked in a chain and the door immediately was closed behind her.

Before the Flower of the Forest could realize what was in store for her, a crank was turned on top of the castle wall and the cage was pulled up slowly on the chain with the princess in front of the wall ... until she finally came to a halt below the castle battlements.

The spectators watched the brief spectacle almost without speaking, but Nawahiwu was terrified... Was this her future, imprisoned in a cage hanging from the walls of Rinval Fortress? Actually, she had a nice view of the castle's surroundings from here, but that was the least of what interested the princess now. Nor did she notice that Rogart, lord of the dun and of the entire region, was watching her.

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Princess Nawahiwu imprisoned in a cage hanging from the walls of Rinval Fortress

The soldiers at the fortress and the inhabitants of the surrounding area only called the place of their captivity 'the Cage'. For many years this cage had hung by a chain in front of an outer wall of the castle proper, but still within the outer battlements that surrounded Rival on three sides. Only to the north was a lake for protection.

The cage served as a prison cell and at the same time as a kind of pillory to punish people who had committed serious crimes. It was a plain, square cage with a small, pointed roof. The roof was just high enough for a woman like Nawahiwu to stand up in the cage, but the base was too small to lay stretch out. Two chains hung from the ceiling, which could force the prisoners to stand upright in the cage, tied by the wrists, or crouched in the case of taller men. Four more chains were firmly attached to the poles at the corners of the base. Here the prisoner's hands and feet could be tied up at will and then forced to lie on the floor.

The unfortunate prisoners locked in the cage were exposed to the hot summer sun, the storm and rain of an autumn day, or the cold of a clear winter night. They usually had to crouch chained to the hard floor, or worse, stand in it with their hands raised. They were always exposed to the cruel mockery of their guards or bored soldiers who passed among them... Or they felt exposed to the curious looks of the surrounding residents who held their market days in the fortress at the foot of the cage.

In the warmer months, prisoners were often locked in completely naked, regardless of age or gender. Only if they were lucky they were provided with a ragged blanket for their minimal comfort, or there was some straw on the floor of their prison for bedding. Their daily ration was mostly meager and was handed down from above with a chain. The prisoners had to defecate while crouching over a small hole in the floor that served as a latrine.

Only rarely female prisoners were locked in the cage, and even more rarely were they young and pretty or even of extraordinary beauty as the Flower of the Forrest. And so it had caused quite a stir among the soldiers of Fortress Rinval and the residents of the surrounding villages when a young princess from Xanthu arrived at the fort under their eyes and guarded by 14 armed fighters and a troll, and where 'the Cage' already was waiting for her.

To the disappointment of the recruited soldiers, the girl was left in the cage with her clothes. They even laid out straw and a blanket for the princess, along with fresh water, a loaf of bread and some dried fruit. And yet the defenseless young woman had been chained to the base of the bars by her left foot as if she were a dangerous criminal.

Escape from the cage was considered impossible because the fortress was well guarded, the cage hung high against a windowless wall, and the bars were solid iron. But the key to the cage was hidden somewhere in the castle.

Torches were lit in the evening, illuminating the cage from both sides. The princess took little pleasure in the beautiful view over the evening lake and the mountains behind it in late summer. Luckily for her, the nights were not yet cold and during the day the sun had lost some of its strength. In any case, the light of the sun would only reach her again in the afternoon in the cage.

Nawahiwu quickly realized what awaited her here in the cage. After eating some food provided and drinking some of the water, the girl curled up on the straw on the floor and pulled the thin blanket over herself to avoid being seen and to get some rest. But it was quite uncomfortable to sleep there and she was tormented by many oppressive thoughts: "Why was I kidnapped and locked in a cage?" "How long will I be kept here?" "What else can I expect?"

The princess feared more and more that her companion, who had escaped at the lake, might not tell her father about her fate, because he himself was the traitor that must have existed in her ranks. In her mind she went through the 5 men she had trusted and with whom she had gone off. She also thought of Sinuwa's lover, but he was certainly not a traitor who sacrificed his own beloved. Suddenly Lydnur came to her mind, a young and skilled fighter. He understood and spoke the language of the Arcanes fluently, that was why he had been chosen... And suddenly she realized, Lydnur was the traitor! He hadn't escaped, but ran away with a reward... The kidnappers hadn't told that in her presence... There would be no rescue for many weeks.

Nawahiwu felt fear and despair; she got little sleep in her cage until dawn. Her only hope was that she would be released on payment of a ransom... But how long could that take?

As the sun rose in the east, but she looked west in her cage, where she only saw with sadness the red of the dawn on the slopes of the hills.

Great chapter!! (and wonderful illustrations of course! ).. poor Nawahiwu.. I do like the gibbet-cage idea a lot though. I wonder if “Dazinbane” and “Dashinvaine” are the same person Thanks for using one of my scrawls, and for this continuing epic tale!

 

[Rupert_137]

Great chapter!! (and wonderful illustrations of course! ).. poor Nawahiwu.. I do like the gibbet-cage idea a lot though. I wonder if “Dazinbane” and “Dashinvaine” are the same person Thanks for using one of my scrawls, and for this continuing epic tale!

I specifically searched for "cages" in 'Deviantart'
You can find Dazibane here: https://www.deviantart.com/dazinbane
Dashinvain is another artist: https://www.deviantart.com/dashinvaine

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 7 – Visiting Lord Rogart

In the morning the princess got a basket with groceries lowered on a rope from above. Included was a carafe of water, fresh bread, a piece of cheese and dried figs. That was more than she could expect locked in her cage.

Nawahiwu guessed that this was her daily ration. She only ate and drank a little; despite her hunger she didn't have much of an appetite. She would have liked to use the water to wash herself before spectators would appear under her, but it wouldn't be enough for that...

The large square below her within the castle walls slowly came to life. The princess wrapped herself in the blanket and watched the hustle and bustle to distract herself. She recognized guards and soldiers, but no means of escape. People looked up at her curiously, nothing more.

Suddenly the chain above her creaked and Nawahiwu was lowered with her cage until she was just hanging a little off the ground. This piqued the interest of everyone present, who quickly crowded close around the cage. Like a wild animal locked in a cage, the visitors stared at the princess. The girl tried to hide under her blanket, but the guards snatched it away from her. Nawahiwu realized with horror that she should be gaped at in her predicament and thus humiliated.

The princess felt a deep sense of embarrassment and fought back tears. At the same time she realized that she could only do her awkward visits to the toilet over the small hole in the ground of the cage during the night, but it was only morning.

The hours passed infinitely slowly, locked in the cage and gawked at from three sides. Luckily for her, only few visitors showed open hatred for the imprisoned young woman who had done nothing to harm them. But at some point an ugly old woman stepped in front of the cage, called the princess an 'elf whore' and spat on her. People laughed, nobody intervened. It was horrible humiliation.

In her anger, Nawahiwu called out to the woman, "What have I done to you? I wish that you would sit here in my place, or die of hunger and misery!” So she silenced the woman and calmed the observers again. But as the old woman walked away, she scolded back to her, "She's a forest witch... Beware of that girl in the cage!"

In the early afternoon the princess was pulled up again. The sun slowly migrated to the west side and over the next few hours dried out the defenseless girl in front of the wall behind her. Luckily for her, she had saved some of the water from the morning.

Finally the sun sank lower and spread a pleasantly warming light. But soon the sun disappeared behind the hills to the west and dusk was followed by night. To her surprise, she was let down again on the chain. Below, 12 guards awaited her, whose captain said to her, "Lord Rogart, the ruler of Rinval awaits you."


Lord Rogart keeps the princess chained to the wall as a trophy while he dines with his guests and discusses his plans

The heavy door was unlocked and Nawahiwu was freed from her cage and led into the castle. But if she had expected a friendly welcome, she was to be disappointed. The princess was led upstairs and through corridors and into a stately dining room. There, however, she was not allowed to sit down at the richly set table, but was chained to a wall with her hands raised. She stayed like that for a whole hour, until Lord Rogart entered in splendid robes with jewels, accompanied by twelve of his guests.

Again, Flower of the Forest was looked at attentively and sometimes with pity and examined from top to bottom. The guests sat down and the ruler asked them to eat, ignoring the chained girl. More hot food was brought in, and soon the smell of delicious food was fragrant. Nawahiwu looked at the ruler and felt hatred; he was a sinister-looking, middle-aged man with piercing eyes.


A vision of the Dark Lord (Lord Rogart)

Finally the ruler raised a glass of wine and said, "I'm delighted to have the Princess of Xanthu as a guest at my castle and to introduce her to you all." All eyes suddenly turned to Nawahiwu, who was still standing in chains at the wall.

"Is that how you deal with royal guests from a neighboring country, Lord Rogart?" she asked boldly. "Violently kidnap me, kill my companions, lock me in a cage here, and chain me to the wall?"

"Oh sorry, princess, but you had an errand that was against my interests..." Then he spoke half to the guests at the table, half to Flower of the Forest at the wall.

"To my regret, I heared that your lover died trying to evade arrest... But I was also pleased to hear that you found a new lover in a stinking mountain troll..."

The guests laughed while Nawahiwu blushed and felt even angrier.

"You will be hungry and thirsty, Princess... Would you like to join us at the table?"

"You have to untie me first!"

"Of course... I forgot your awkward position. But you killed one of my men and I had to be careful..."

"As you can see, I’m without weapons and just a weak woman!"

"Yes sure... and that's a good thing... If I unchain you and invite you to our table, I expect you to honor my hospitality... The room is warmly heated; show us all your peaceful intentions and your qualities as a woman... Those who accompanied you on your journey to us told me that you are a very attractive girl who likes to go about carefree and naked.”

Nawahiwu recognized what the man was asking of her. "I will gladly forego your hospitality unless it is genuine, Lord Rogart."

"You'd rather go back to your cage, Princess? Don't worry; you'll see it soon again. But if you don't want my hospitality, I'll make you another offer: You can spend the night with your lover, the mountain troll, in the stable... However, you'll have two more trolls there as interested spectators..."

Again the guests laughed maliciously and Rogart grinned with evil joy. "How do you want to decide, Princess of Xanthu?"

"Oh, I think I'd rather accept your hospitality, Lord Rogart."

"Then show us all your beauty as a princess!"

He instructed the guards who were standing by to free the girl from her chains and escort her to the table.

"Well, help yourself, beautiful child... But before that, remember your promise!"

The princess complied with a vestige of pride and undid the blue dress she had been wearing ever since she was taken to Rinval... She had already be seen unwillingly naked by so many men, so what did it matter now?

"Not bad, what you have to offer us," Lord Rogart praised, while he stared unabashedly at her beautiful breasts...

"Oh… I love your proud boobs, Princess! Come on; push out your firm tits out even more” Defiantly, she did as he asked. "Yes, that's good!"

His guests also cast enthusiastic glances at the bared girl. They made suggestive and appreciative remarks too.
Nawahiwu felt ashamed... Still, she looked proudly into the eyes of the men at the table.


Nawahiwu has to undress before the cruel Lord Rogart and his guests ... to reciprocate his 'hospitality'

"You're unlucky, princess, that the troll has already fucked you... It spoils my appetite for you... Otherwise I would invite you to my bedchamber tonight."

While Flower of the Forest blushed again, peals of laughter erupted from the guests. But she quickly regained control.

"Word will spread quickly how you treat me, Lord Rogart. Don't you think my father, the king of Xanthu, will hear about this and anger himself greatly?"

"Oh yes, I thought of that, Princess... It is even my intention to anger King Nupur. But if he attacks us, all Alarne tribes will unite under my leadership and oppose him... nobody will listen to a weakling like Prince Hogur anymore... And if your father really gets this far to Rinval... Do you think I would let you alive?"

Nawahiwu seethed with anger, for she recognized the evil game that Lord Rogart was playing and she herself was his pawn and plaything.

"Eat, child! You are my life insurance against an attack from your father... But now enjoy it, the table is set for you too!"

The princess bit her lip, at least now she knew. She made the best of the situation, eating the lavish meal and washing down her frustration with wine. She couldn't know when another opportunity like this would present itself.

 

[montycrusto]

Chapter 7 – Visiting Lord Rogart

In the morning the princess got a basket with groceries lowered on a rope from above. Included was a carafe of water, fresh bread, a piece of cheese and dried figs. That was more than she could expect locked in her cage.

Nawahiwu guessed that this was her daily ration. She only ate and drank a little; despite her hunger she didn't have much of an appetite. She would have liked to use the water to wash herself before spectators would appear under her, but it wouldn't be enough for that...

The large square below her within the castle walls slowly came to life. The princess wrapped herself in the blanket and watched the hustle and bustle to distract herself. She recognized guards and soldiers, but no means of escape. People looked up at her curiously, nothing more.

Suddenly the chain above her creaked and Nawahiwu was lowered with her cage until she was just hanging a little off the ground. This piqued the interest of everyone present, who quickly crowded close around the cage. Like a wild animal locked in a cage, the visitors stared at the princess. The girl tried to hide under her blanket, but the guards snatched it away from her. Nawahiwu realized with horror that she should be gaped at in her predicament and thus humiliated.

The princess felt a deep sense of embarrassment and fought back tears. At the same time she realized that she could only do her awkward visits to the toilet over the small hole in the ground of the cage during the night, but it was only morning.

The hours passed infinitely slowly, locked in the cage and gawked at from three sides. Luckily for her, only few visitors showed open hatred for the imprisoned young woman who had done nothing to harm them. But at some point an ugly old woman stepped in front of the cage, called the princess an 'elf whore' and spat on her. People laughed, nobody intervened. It was horrible humiliation.

In her anger, Nawahiwu called out to the woman, "What have I done to you? I wish that you would sit here in my place, or die of hunger and misery!” So she silenced the woman and calmed the observers again. But as the old woman walked away, she scolded back to her, "She's a forest witch... Beware of that girl in the cage!"

In the early afternoon the princess was pulled up again. The sun slowly migrated to the west side and over the next few hours dried out the defenseless girl in front of the wall behind her. Luckily for her, she had saved some of the water from the morning.

Finally the sun sank lower and spread a pleasantly warming light. But soon the sun disappeared behind the hills to the west and dusk was followed by night. To her surprise, she was let down again on the chain. Below, 12 guards awaited her, whose captain said to her, "Lord Rogart, the ruler of Rinval awaits you."

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Lord Rogart keeps the princess chained to the wall as a trophy while he dines with his guests and discusses his plans

The heavy door was unlocked and Nawahiwu was freed from her cage and led into the castle. But if she had expected a friendly welcome, she was to be disappointed. The princess was led upstairs and through corridors and into a stately dining room. There, however, she was not allowed to sit down at the richly set table, but was chained to a wall with her hands raised. She stayed like that for a whole hour, until Lord Rogart entered in splendid robes with jewels, accompanied by twelve of his guests.

Again, Flower of the Forest was looked at attentively and sometimes with pity and examined from top to bottom. The guests sat down and the ruler asked them to eat, ignoring the chained girl. More hot food was brought in, and soon the smell of delicious food was fragrant. Nawahiwu looked at the ruler and felt hatred; he was a sinister-looking, middle-aged man with piercing eyes.

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A vision of the Dark Lord (Lord Rogart)

Finally the ruler raised a glass of wine and said, "I'm delighted to have the Princess of Xanthu as a guest at my castle and to introduce her to you all." All eyes suddenly turned to Nawahiwu, who was still standing in chains at the wall.

"Is that how you deal with royal guests from a neighboring country, Lord Rogart?" she asked boldly. "Violently kidnap me, kill my companions, lock me in a cage here, and chain me to the wall?"

"Oh sorry, princess, but you had an errand that was against my interests..." Then he spoke half to the guests at the table, half to Flower of the Forest at the wall.

"To my regret, I heared that your lover died trying to evade arrest... But I was also pleased to hear that you found a new lover in a stinking mountain troll..."

The guests laughed while Nawahiwu blushed and felt even angrier.

"You will be hungry and thirsty, Princess... Would you like to join us at the table?"

"You have to untie me first!"

"Of course... I forgot your awkward position. But you killed one of my men and I had to be careful..."

"As you can see, I’m without weapons and just a weak woman!"

"Yes sure... and that's a good thing... If I unchain you and invite you to our table, I expect you to honor my hospitality... The room is warmly heated; show us all your peaceful intentions and your qualities as a woman... Those who accompanied you on your journey to us told me that you are a very attractive girl who likes to go about carefree and naked.”

Nawahiwu recognized what the man was asking of her. "I will gladly forego your hospitality unless it is genuine, Lord Rogart."

"You'd rather go back to your cage, Princess? Don't worry; you'll see it soon again. But if you don't want my hospitality, I'll make you another offer: You can spend the night with your lover, the mountain troll, in the stable... However, you'll have two more trolls there as interested spectators..."

Again the guests laughed maliciously and Rogart grinned with evil joy. "How do you want to decide, Princess of Xanthu?"

"Oh, I think I'd rather accept your hospitality, Lord Rogart."

"Then show us all your beauty as a princess!"

He instructed the guards who were standing by to free the girl from her chains and escort her to the table.

"Well, help yourself, beautiful child... But before that, remember your promise!"

The princess complied with a vestige of pride and undid the blue dress she had been wearing ever since she was taken to Rinval... She had already be seen unwillingly naked by so many men, so what did it matter now?

"Not bad, what you have to offer us," Lord Rogart praised, while he stared unabashedly at her beautiful breasts...

"Oh… I love your proud boobs, Princess! Come on; push out your firm tits out even more” Defiantly, she did as he asked. "Yes, that's good!"

His guests also cast enthusiastic glances at the bared girl. They made suggestive and appreciative remarks too.
Nawahiwu felt ashamed... Still, she looked proudly into the eyes of the men at the table.

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Nawahiwu has to undress before the cruel Lord Rogart and his guests ... to reciprocate his 'hospitality'

"You're unlucky, princess, that the troll has already fucked you... It spoils my appetite for you... Otherwise I would invite you to my bedchamber tonight."

While Flower of the Forest blushed again, peals of laughter erupted from the guests. But she quickly regained control.

"Word will spread quickly how you treat me, Lord Rogart. Don't you think my father, the king of Xanthu, will hear about this and anger himself greatly?"

"Oh yes, I thought of that, Princess... It is even my intention to anger King Nupur. But if he attacks us, all Alarne tribes will unite under my leadership and oppose him... nobody will listen to a weakling like Prince Hogur anymore... And if your father really gets this far to Rinval... Do you think I would let you alive?"

Nawahiwu seethed with anger, for she recognized the evil game that Lord Rogart was playing and she herself was his pawn and plaything.

"Eat, child! You are my life insurance against an attack from your father... But now enjoy it, the table is set for you too!"

The princess bit her lip, at least now she knew. She made the best of the situation, eating the lavish meal and washing down her frustration with wine. She couldn't know when another opportunity like this would present itself.

The poor trolls must go unsatisfied this night
Will nobody think of the trolls?
Excellent chapter , it’s good to see our heroine unencumbered by clothing

 

[Rupert_137]

The poor trolls must go unsatisfied this night
Will nobody think of the trolls?

The troll has already had his reward and his pleasure with the princess...
Now it's others' turn...
But the troll is needed again, at the end of the story

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 8 – Humiliation and Shame

Nawahiwu had eaten copiously and was drunk with wine. Almost carefree and still with bare breasts, she struck up a conversation with Lord Rogart's guests. And so she told of the horrors she had experienced and how she was taken to Rinval Fortress. That didn't seem to bother the ruler; he too listened attentively to what she was saying and always wanted to find out more details.

But the apparent friendliness of the round table was deceptive, late at night the princess found herself in her cage. She slept off her intoxication and the next morning gave way to gloomy thoughts again. Luckily for her, she was left alone and hanging high on the wall all day.

As life insurance for Lord Rogart and as a provocation to her own father, she would be cared for, but surely further humiliated. At the same time, Nawahiwu lost all hope of being released on payment of a ransom. She was indeed facing a dark time, locked in a cage for maybe months or even years. In addition, she was threatened with great danger if her father really attacked the ruler and this fortress in retaliation, or if an almost hopeless attempt at liberation failed...

Luckily for her, the princess didn't yet know what Lord Rogart was thinking about at the time. "The girl is beautiful as a flower and she is a lovely creature," he said to one of his guests. "It would certainly give me pleasure to regularly invite her to dinner bare-breasted, and sometimes to leed her into my bedchamber... But that doesn't advance my plans... I must publicly humiliate the princess in an evil way so that her father will hear about it… And in his anger he acts unreasonably, but completely in my interest..."

***

The following day, market day was held in the square under her cage. The princess watched the goings-on to get her mind off things. But then her cage was lowered and she didn't feel good about it. When she arrived at the ground, she was greeted by the captain and his guards, "Today you will be the main attraction for everyone here." Nawahiwu would have preferred to hide under her blanket, but the cage door was shot open, the leg chains were loosened and the princess was dragged into the marketplace.

Soon she saw Lord Rogart stepping out of the crowd and giving her an unsympathetic smile. "I'm glad you're okay, Princess. Today I have the honor of introducing you to all the guests at our market... But you certainly want to show off your full beauty and not appear in front of the many spectators in your dirty dress.”

"It's a royal blue dress and I don't have any other here," Nawahiwu said boldly. "Be so kind as to take it off anyway!" The ruler quickly got to the point.

"And if I don't want to take it off?"

"I like your open questions, princess, so I want to answer you honestly... Then the guards will tear your dress and you will stay naked in the cage."

She swallowed her anger and mastered her shame, then said calmly, "It seems to me, Lord Rogart, that you always have convincing arguments."

She took a deep breath, collected herself, grabbed the hem of her dress, pulled it over her head and let it fall. Completely naked, as upright as possible, but with her head bowed, she stood in front of the many, astonished market visitors.


Nawahiwu must shamefully expose herself to all visitors in the marketplace

"Put your hands behind your neck and look at us, princess! We all want to admire your feminine charms.”

Her anger suppressed her shame and Nawahiwu did as the ruler asked.

"Now open your legs!"

She swallowed. Then she thought, was her nudity all that pleased Lord Rogart? She obeyed and allowed all present to see her half-opened, almost hairless pussy that her elven heritage has bestowed on her...

In fact, many viewers were so dazzled by the elf girl's beauty that they found her nudity quite natural, and amazed faces were to be seen everywhere. Lord Rogart also recognized his failure, but he had planned something far more malicious. The girl would still regret her nudity…


The princess's flawless, half opened and almost hairless pussy is a joy for everyone to see

"I want to see the wild elf girl wriggle today... Hang the princess by all fours!"

Four guards immediately grabbed Nawahiwu and lifted her up. Before she knew what was going to happen to her, she was dragged under a prepared frame and hung there, stomach down and limbs spread wide, by four chains at level height.

Helpless and embarrassed, the princess hung by her chains under the frame in front of the curious audience. Then Lord Rogart spoke again.

"Look at her! That's how you hang up elf girls." He grinned wickedly.

"To my regret, the princess is all alone in her cage, although she likes to have sex with a number of lovers. Since she has been languishing in the cage for a few days and there will certainly be many more days to come, I have decided that today she will be allowed to have sex with twelve lovers who we will draw at random from among the visitors to our market day.”


Hanging helplessly, the princess must endure public desecration and further humiliation

A murmur went through the crowd and a great excitement quickly spread. But Nawahiwu would not believe what she had heard. She, the Princess of Xanthu, was actually supposed to serve as a lucky ticket for twelve random men to be publicly fucked by them. That was outrageous. Fear, anger and desperation rose in her, because there was no way to defend herself.

"Is that how you treat a princess?" she yelled at Lord Rogart.

“You are my prisoner; I can do what I want with you!” she got in reply.

Many spectators recognized with horror the malice of their ruler. But many men struggled to throw their lot into the big drum in hopes of having the chance to fuck a real princess ... and a special beauty with elven blood. They tried to ignore the fact that what they were doing was tantamount to rape.

In the excitement it was hardly noticed that a woman approached the helplessly hanging and shocked princess. She was holding a small jar of fragrant ointment dyed red. Nawahiwu recognized the scent as a precious extract from a plant the elves called 'lust and love' because it contained a powerful aphrodisiac.

The woman held the jar under the nose of the hanging girl and smiled. "To make it really attractive for you today..." She smeared some of the ointment over the princess's nipples; then the woman got between herthe girl's legs and began to spread the active ingredient on her labia, inserting it into her vaginal entrance and carefully to fill the cap over her clitoris with the ointment.

Nawahiwu immediately felt a tingling and burning sensation wherever the active ingredient excited her sensitive nerves. She realized with shame that the highly concentrated aphrodisiac would ignite an insatiable lust in her...

While the raffle dragged on, the princess was left ignominiously hanging and the drug igniting its effects in her erogenous areas. Her whole pussy burned with comforting warmth, her clitoris throbbed with excitement, her nipples had erected hard. Physically, the Flower of the Forest was ready to receive any lover, but her spirit blocked itself with might. There would be a hard struggle.

Finally there was the raffle; there was a tense calm - who was allowed to desecrate the princess publicly on the market square? Name after name was called, followed by joy and disappointment. Finally, a long line had formed behind the hanging princess. She felt deeply ashamed and trembled. Then the first guy stepped between the spread girl's legs.

The young lad opened his trousers and pulled out his cock, which he brought to full development with skillful hand movements. Then, with a whoop, he plunged his spear deep into the princess. It didn't hurt badly, but Nawahiwu could have screamed out her anger and mental anguish.

The guy grabbed her hips and began using his arms to pull her body back and forth over his cock in powerful strokes. She was swinging on her chains. It was a graceful spectacle for those who watched, but the princess fought back tears. Soon the young man discharged himself inside her lap with delight.

Soon thick, thin, long, short cocks were crowding into her lap; thrusting in with force, or gently edging into her cave. They began to pump and thrust, sometimes calmly and sometimes frantically. Some guys came quickly to cum; others took much longer, because some men were nervous because of the many spectators. However, every lucky man managed to fill the princess's hole and finally he started moaning while flooding her lap and then giving way to the next one.

The rapes went on for almost one hour... The young woman swung by her chains; the pull on her arms and legs was getting worse, her shoulders hurt badly, but her tits were jiggling gracefully to the delight of onlookers. There was a lot of interest at first, but it ebbed away slowly after half-time.

Nawahiwu tried to distract herself, struggling to contain her rapidly ignited desire to prevent the orgasm building up inside her. But under the influence of drugs, her body didn't take her wishes into account. Already with the third molester she had to give in to her lust. She moaned and gasped. The spectators jeered and laughed... And soon the princess was moaning again.

"No, I don't want that!" But at some point she gave up and let things take their course, because that was the only way her misery could be endured.

She was glad she didn't have to look at the men who violated her. By the drug, her body responded willingly and highly excitably to men, who fucked her; but she still felt hate and revulsion. Sperm was soon pouring steadily out of her vagina, flooded her pussy, dripped directly onto the floor or ran up her stomach due to the young woman's strongly hunched posture to dry there.

Lord Rogart thought for a moment of having the princesses violated from two sides at once, but then dismissed the idea. He wanted to hear the young beauty keep moaning in pleasure and see her horrified eyes while being raped.

At some point her vagina started to burn and not just from the effects of the drugs. Another molester withdrew from her, groaning. She turned around, two more... Then she clenched her teeth.

The next cock entered her pussy and pushed deep into her lap before it started pumping. Again and again the head of the cock pounded hard against her cervix. It seemed to her as if the guy wanted to penetrate brutally into her uterus, her innermost sanctuary. Her whole abdomen ached despite the effects of the drug.

Again her body was swinging on the chains and her breasts were jiggling nicely. But her shoulders and her back hurt badly... This time no orgasm came to ease her suffering.

It was finally over; the last guy had flooded her lap. The princess was untied, led back to her cage. She instinctively pushed her knees together and struggled to walk. But no consideration was given to that. All desire was gone; she only felt dull and burning pains.

Locked in the cage, she stayed on the ground; the defiled princess continued to be subject to ridicule and malicious looks. At some point the tension was released and Flower of the Forest had to cry uncontrollably.

Nawahiwu had endured terrible humiliations since her capture, but this far exceeded anything... and it was far worse than she could have ever imagined.

The Princess felt so horribly dishonored, so deeply soiled, so worthless. And there was no end in sight to her imprisonment, terror and suffering.

In the afternoon she was finally pulled up against the wall, felt the warm rays of the sun and was able to pull her blanket over her. Suddenly she felt heat between her legs again due to a late effect of the drug, but sperm kept running out of her vagina, stomach and thighs were still stuck with it. She was disgusted with herself.

Nawahiwu began to worry that she was getting pregnant. She knew her monthly period and actually her fertile days were already over, just over... There was still a risk; it was still the time to avoid any sex...

Only at night did she get her dress back, it was let down to her with bread and water. Although she was thirsty, she used the water for a makeshift wash.

After the cruel humiliation and desecration, the princess languished alone in her cage for a whole week and lapsed into desolation until the next market day was to come. She was exposed to sun, wind and rain as well as darkness and cold at night.

 

[Rupert_137]

Chapter 9 – Beaten and Flogged

Lord Rogart had to admit that it had given him great pleasure to see the helpless princess hung by her chains and violated. Now he thought of a worthy continuation of her public humiliations. "I must punish the princess for murdering one of my men," he decided. "Of course I will not have her executed, but I want her to suffer appropriate pain."

Nawahiwu noticed in the morning that market day was being held in Rinval again and she was already very worried. Would she be raped again today? She thought back: First she had been brutally raped by the mountain troll and her pussy had smelled bad afterwards; then her vagina burned from the many rapes by strange, dirty men and afterwards itched for days from a severe infection accompanied by fever. But her lap had just recovered somewhat from the abuse and infection... She was beginning to like herself again... no longer disgusted with herself... no longer hating her smelly, itchy pussy...

As the chain creaked and her cage was lowered, she felt scared and weak-kneed. Arriving on the ground, she was greeted by the captain: "Today will be another great day for you..."

The princess was freed from the cage and dragged by the waiting guards to the middle of the market square, where she recognized the ruler of the fortress.

Lord Rogart looked at her happily and immediately spoke up in a loud voice: "A week ago you were able to have fun here with twelve men, princess... But today it is time to atone for a murder with pain... Actually, you should have died, but we were very generous in measuring your punishment... Because you are a princess and because you are already suffering in your cage..."

Then he instructed the captain to announce the sentence. "The Princess of Xanthu is found guilty of treacherously killing an Alarne warrior when she was arrested while she appeared to be unarmed. The verdict is: Twenty strokes on her buttocks with a wooden club and two dozen lashes with the thin whip from the front... The penitent should be naked when carrying out her punishment!"

"It wasn't a treacherous murder, I acted in self-defense, you know that, Lord Rogart," she shouted angrily at the tyrant.

"You weren't entitled to self-defense, princess! And now do not quarrel with your fate... Beatings and whips are little more than atonements… These are extremely mild punishments, which you owe only to my goodness, since I admire your beauty... But now show us your courage and your bravery when you suffer pain!”

The princess was reluctantly led to a cross-shaped, low thrashing-bench at the edge of the marketplace, and tied to it face down, arms outstretched, legs together... Men stood on either side of her, holding long clubs in their hands formed like flat planks for beating her butt. Nawahiwu felt bound, almost unable to move, and trembled with anxious anticipation.

Again many spectators had gathered. The market-goers were more used to beating and flogging than to public defilement, but they had never seen a beautiful, naked princess suffer in this way. And so there was an excited mood.

Then the ruler gave the signal to carry out the punishment. "Twenty strokes," he repeated.

The first stroke was brutal and followed by a shock inside her bum; the flat board smacked loudly on her buttocks and made her beautiful ass cheeks tremble. The pain went through the girl like lightning. Nawahiwu jerked her head back and groaned in agony. But then the second blow came from the other side. She gasped and fought not to scream out loudly.

The beatings continued in rapid succession, giving the Princess just time to savor the erupting pain of each blow before it subsided and they struck again. Past ten harsh beats the men took a short break with the boards to gather strength themselves. The young woman's bottom had turned a deep red and was soaked with pain. Nawahiwu fought terribly and had tears in her eyes.

What followed was brutal and cruel; the princess' tender butt was already injured too badly. Undeterred by her suffering, the men began to continue the hard beatings on the young woman's nicely rounded buttocks. Each punch was accompanied by a loud smack, the vibrating of her ass cheeks and a roar of pain flooding her. Really large areas on the skin and deep inside her bottom were affected by the beating and the elf girl's nerves reacted extremely and violently to repeated injuries.


The princess is tied almost motionless over a bench and then brutally beaten with flat boards on her tender buttocks... Her tender buttocks turn red-purple, almost black in parts

Soon Nawahiwu was screaming out her excruciating pain with every hit. "Seventeen"... Eighteen" the girl couldn't breathe to scream; only an agonizing moan could be heard...

"The last two strokes with full force," Lord Rogart cried. "I want to see her ass cheeks really tremble!"

The two men concentrated and gathered their strength; then in quick succession they violently beat the girl's buttocks and let the sweet curves tremble and viciously suffer.

This last brutal double whammy drove her to despair, but then she got over it. The princess was left tied to the spanking bench, panting and wailing. She was left there for a while so that she could realize that she had survived the first punishment, still panting for breath... And the spectators could admire the brutal marks of penance imposed on her.


Intensely colored traces of a brutal beating

When Nawahiwu was untied from her spanking bench, she was still panting and crying. She had trouble getting up because her butt was rebelling. With horror she looked at her abused bum, which had turned red-purple and almost black under the blows.

The guards didn't give her a break and dragged the princess to an upright frame made of wooden poles in front of the castle wall. The young woman could only walk in agony because the brutal beatings severely injured her buttocks.

Wit spread out arms, her legs wide open and with her back to the frame, she was tied up again without resistance. Already weakened she had to await the whip, which she must look directly in the eye with horror. The ruler insisted on addressing the princess again.

"During your visit to my round table, I asked myself how it would feel for you if you didn't stretch your proud bare tits towards me and my guests, but towards the whip... I want to give you the opportunity now," exulted the cruel ruler, enjoying the tears, fear and horror on the princess's face.

Nawahiwu hated Lord Rogart for his wickedness and mendacious hypocrisy, yet she had to face this unjust punishment as bravely as possible. And indeed, his wicked speech had kindled her anger and given her some strength again.

When she saw the man with the whip in front of her, she took a deep breath and thought she had survived the beating too. But when the guy whipped the long, thin cord through the air several times, she winced every time. Then the moment came when he aimed the whip at the princess with great force. She closed her eyes, hearing the howl followed by a hiss as the fast thong shot across her torso, moments later igniting excruciating pain. Involuntarily she howled loudly like a wounded animal.


The princess is tied to a wooden frame and publicly whipped

Nawahiwu's eyes widened and she gasped, then she looked down at her body and saw the thin, fiery red line that the whip cord had snapped ... running from her left shoulder, across the top of her left breast and down to the under bulge of her right breast. She was panting and moaning in pain, her breasts heaving up and down frantically. The spectators stared at her enthusiastically. "One"

The next blow flew across the tops of both of her boobs. "Ow … uhhh … ahhh!”

It really burned viciously, even if the thin thong didn't tear deep wounds into her tender skin, with welts that produced just little blood. "Two"

Again the whip howled through the air, this time the biting cord caught the agitated bud of her left breast and made her boob tremble nicely. Flames blazed and exploded in her viciously battered breast. The girl screamed. "Three"

Even those first three lashes were so hard that Nawahiwu gasped for control and almost pissed herself. The next blows hissed over her ribs and stomach. They lit fire and made the delicate creature howl. But now she was a little more attuned to the erupting, intense pain that followed every blow with great force.

Slowly the whip went deeper over her body, down her stomach to her hips. Blow after blow her cut skin plunged into fiery pain, her eyes filling with tears. "Ten"

The princess gasped, anticipating that her unprotected pussy would now be attacked between her spread legs. Howling again, hissing, raging pain... Her mons pubis was cut by the whip line and she shrieked.

The next lashes concentrated on the roots of her thighs and hissed over her pussy. Her unrestrained screams echoed across the marketplace. "Fifteen"

The lashes went a little deeper, from her thighs down to her knees. "Eighteen"

Six more lashes and she was through. But the remaining blows were distributed diagonally across her body by the man with the whip, without Nawahiwu knowing where he would attack her next. And his attacks were vicious, sometimes right, sometimes left he hissed the thin whip across her breasts. Then a slash swept down her stomach and between her legs to cruelly bite and burn her exposed pussy...

Her thighs twitched helplessly as she howled and shrieked. "Twenty-two"

The last two slashes, and again he attacked her most delicate areas. The next blow lashed both of her tits just below the buds. Her breasts bounced, delighting the audience. But the princess sank in pain. He sent the last whiplash skillfully from above across her pubic mons and further deep between her labia. Her scream was stifled, she just shook and jerked, then collapsed.

They left the poor elf girl hanging for a while to give all spectators a chance to get a closer look at her, so they could see the marks of the whip and her tears too.


Whip marks have cut into her delicate skin and cover the entire front of the princess, even her left nipple was viciously hit

When the princess was finally freed from the frame, the whole front of her body was burning like hell from the whipping and her buttocks were still in agony. But even after the ordeal was over, her humiliation continued. She was locked naked in her cage and left on the ground for all market goers to get a good close look at and see the marks of the whip and club on her.

The princess was helpless at the mercy of Lord Rogart's atrocities and felt great rage despite the intense pain. But she realized with desperation that there was no way she could escape her destiny.

It wasn't until the afternoon that her cage was raised again while the sun beat down hot on her injured skin. In the evening she got her dirty blanket back, but not her dress. There was also some bread and water, which, as usual, was lowered to her on a rope.

***

The pain from her flogging and beatings subsided after a few days. The wounds healed, the bruises discolored, but the bad worries remained. Nawahiwu had been locked in the cage for so many days, she had been in captivity even longer. Time passed almost infinitely slowly, interrupted only by her humiliations and torments.

The princess' beautiful, fine dress was already completely soiled, but she could be glad that she was allowed to wear it again. Her buttocks in particular had first turned purple and then green-blue, and for the two days after the beating she could hardly sit on her bum. With her elven blood, she was very sensitive and suffered from extremely intense pain, but she was fortunate that her healing progressed faster than normal humans.


Locked in the cage again...

A violent thunderstorm raged that late afternoon; the rain, aided by the wind, flooded her cage. Straw and her dress got wet. Then in the evening the sun came through again and shone on her prison cell hanging on the wall. The girl soaked up the comfortable warmth before the sun went down behind the hills. The princess crouched down on the damp straw while the soldiers in the fortress below celebrated happily in the firelight with lots of beer and grilled venison. Hungry and shivering, Nawahiwu cried herself to sleep...