Troll: Taken by the Beast by Jayme Knight

 
    Troll
    Taken by the Beast
     
     
    © Copyright 2013 Jayme Knight
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    This story contains sexually explicit material, and themes. All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18 years of age and not of blood relation. The characters and situations depicted within are fictitious and do not represent any person alive or dead.
     
     
     

     
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    Kara had always known this day would come but time had slipped from her. The summer was long gone, fall was just a memory and they were deep into the winter months, in fact the year was almost over. She celebrated her eighteenth name day in the time just before spring and this was the year of offering for her village. Every fifth year they brought the offering of a virgin to the troll that lives outside the village in a mountain cave. In return he keeps the village safe from the mountain orcs. Since this deal was struck no villager has died by Orc hands.
    Tomorrow is the day of choosi ng and the local priest of Thor would have a random lottery to choose the virgin to be given to the troll. The day after the girl is chosen she is prepared by any other girls in the lottery and then taken to the troll. Kara knew how important this was but still could not bring herself to accept that she may be the one that may be chosen. She walked down the snow covered main street of town looking at each building as she passed them, knowing people were watching from inside. She did not blame them, she did the same thing when she was thirteen and she watched Valka the miller’s daughter walk down the main street to the church. It was Valka that was picked to be the offering that year and Kara did not fully understand what was going on but knew she would never see Valka again. This year she was the one that was being watched by some thirteen year old girl in one of these shops or homes.
    Kara walked up to the large stone building that was the temple of Thor and looked at the structure looming before her. She reached out, her hand trembling as she opened the heavy wooden door and looked in. The temple was a simple building inside, no lavish decorations or adornments, only simple wooden benches for people to sit on and an altar roughly hewn out of granite into the shape of a stone headed war hammer. There were several people gathered by the altar, she noticed the priest of Thor standing there with five other young girls all of which celebrated their eighteenth name day this year. Kara walked in and the priest motioned for her to join the others so she walked into the temple and between the rows of benches to stand behind the other girls.
    Kara knew all the girls here as she had grown up with them all, played with them as children, and gone to school with them. Her heart was heavy knowing either she or one of them would be given to the troll. This was the day one of them would be sentenced to death, she knew this and fear welled up in her poking through her thin veneer of calm.
    “Come child,” the priest said in a booming voice. “Calm yourself, there is nothing to fear here today. I have gathered you all here as the women who have come of age this year and one of you will have the honor of saving countless lives in our village.”
    Kara looked at the priest with tears welling in her eyes as a bit of panic crept into her mind. She did not want to die, she had barely lived, and she needed more time. She looked at the other girls and saw similar looks of distress etched on their faces. She watched the priest take a leather sack out of a compartment in the back of the altar, followed by a small chest and laid them on the altar top. He carefully opened the chest and removed several polished white stones and one polished black stone that has become known as the troll’s eye and placed them in the leather sack. She watched as he shook the sack and came over in front of the girls.
    “Each of you will take a stone from the bag and hold it in your closed hand until I ask you to