Taming the Trolls

Little piggy men, grunting and sweating as they jerk their inadequate winkies, their minds feverishly lapping up every kink they can find in erotica:

Not the proudest aspect of human kinds illustrious history, nor the most attractive. No matter....no matter, for it is the trolls of this site that are my muse and have inspired my fantasy and provided me with many an erotic moment.

There is no back story, no plot development. Simply this: Those piggy men who have bravely provided bilious, anonymous comments are chained, hands above their heads, naked. They are in the glorious hallway of 'Chateau de Ally' They are probably complaining at the lack of context in which they find themselves.

I make them aroused. How? I am the authoress, the Goddess who controls this world. The trolls of this site are my playthings within my fantasy and within this story. They don't like this very much and this excites me more.

I am the witch Circe, I am Aphrodite, I am the White Goddess; Creatrix of worlds imagined. I am the supreme matriarch.

I enter the hallway of my palace, dripping in jewellery that cascades over my perfect body and black leather mini-skirt. My breasts are bared as a sign diyarbakır escort of womanhood, of the power of the female to subjugate pathetic piggy men with their tiny, desperate libidos and flaccid sexual ability. Their pathetic cocks strain for me as I walk past them. My body enflames their lust as I walk gracefully along the marine coloured carpet and I occasionally whack a wobbly winky with my sceptre.

The trolls, an apt name for things so ugly, struggle in their chains, cocks erect despite their wishes. Each of them obsessed with my beauty, with my sensuality, with my body that they will never, ever possess.

Each and every one of them is in love with me, a pathetic doting love that is obviously not reciprocal. Despite themselves they are slaves to my beauty and I thrive on their suffering.

Reaching my black throne, I sit terrible and beautiful, before my trolls as they writhe in their chains before me.

I clap my hands and two free men, men who respect women and who understand the sensuality of a woman, drag before me two naked trolls. Pathetic perverts, ugly with spite and hate. Both are in chastity belts. Below the raised escort diyarbakır platform of my throne there is a pit within the stone paving. Six inches of excrement lies slopped in the bottom of the pit.

I have huge bowls of perfume, under lit with fantastic candles to annul the gross stench of troll defecation. The trolls remain erect and desperate, smelling their own excrement. It is unclear from which orifice the trolls have defecated.

The two chosen trolls are thrown into the pit, their ugly bodies splattering the excrement over each other as they land.

They stare up, piggy eyes white against the darker excrement on their faces.

"Well darlings...." I make them more aroused at seeing my naked body adorned so tastefully in the jewellery. Their winkies betray them, straining against their chastity belts, suffering for my beauty. ".....a little game for my amusement! You have both been denied for six months. One of you will get to shoot your gross troll batter today. The key to your chastity belt is up your opponent's ass. All you have to do is be the first to retrieve the key and you shall be unlocked. No rules! Just suffer diyarbakır escort bayan for your Goddess, suffer for Ally!"

The two trolls stare in disbelief and horror. That makes me aroused and I begin to stroke my pussy as the two trolls begin to wrestle in troll excrement. The grunting and straining, all that effort to win, such dedication and devotion and such splendid acceptance of their true status brings me to a fantastic orgasm.

The contest lasts a good while, long enough for them both to be utterly covered in troll excrement and for both asses to have been gaped open by desperate invading fingers. The keys are lodged a good way inside each rectum and both trolls suffer the indignity of anal fisting before one bedraggled, ass gaped, shit covered troll proudly announces his victory.

I wave my hand in acknowledgement that he can unlock the chastity belt and he immediately puts his troll effort into freeing himself. Once done, his wrists are chained and the other troll begins his glorious task of sucking the winner to orgasm. I smile wickedly, lying back in my luxurious throne, sipping ambrosia and idly playing with my clitoris as one troll literally sucks shit off another until he finally gags on the sudden eruption of troll batter.

The rest will remain at my disposal until their Goddess invents their next predicament. They are caught within the imagination of a Goddess, creatrix of worlds and they have no option but to serve my delicious fantasies.

No trolls were seriously harmed during the making of this fantasy.