Taetta's Desecration

	Taetta stood as still as she could. She was inside the trunk of a long dead oak, and she was contorted awkwardly to fit within the tight confines of the interior of the tree. She could feel the harshness of the wood pressing against her skin, much of it uncovered due to slashes and rips in her traveler's cloak. Her arms were folded over her stomach, resting just below her petite breasts, and her elbows poked awkwardly into the sides of the tree. Her long blond hair ran in front of her face, and only one eye could see out of the tree through a small crack in the trunk. Outside of her shelter was the forest she called home, where she had lived for her whole life, Athel Loren. It had seemed welcoming once, the spirits friendly, the leaves green and the small animals welcoming to her. However, times had changed. Over the past season, a darkness had encroached on the forest, and the friendly spirits had begun to flee, leaving behind harsher, crueler sprites. The glade where Taetta and her family had lived had slowly shrunk as thorny bramble had grown closer to their home. However, today the worst had happened.

	Taetta had been relaxing under a tree at the edge of the glade, shading herself from the afternoon sun, when she saw something large moving in the bushes across the clearing from hear. Wondering what it was, she had gotten up and begun to walk back towards the house. However, when she began moving, a muscled hulk of ur and skin burst out of the bushes! She had screamed, and before she could look she began sprinting into the forest. She had heard herself being pursued, but she had kept running and running, her bare feet scratching against the ground. When she could no longer hear the pounding of feet, she looked for a nearby hiding place, and had found herself in this oak tree.

	The tree had proven to be a bad choice. Though it was concealed fully, and there was no way any observer could have seen her from inside, Taetta could not adapt a comfortable position. She occasionally had to shift to release the tense muscles in her thighs and shoulders, making more noise then she would have liked. Taetta knew, however, that whatever had appeared in her glade could still be out there, looking for her. She hoped her family was okay…

	A light gust of wind brought a smell of smoke to Taetta’s nose. She began to panic, as realization dawned on her: the beast had attacked her home! Taetta began breathing heavily, her anxiety loosed in bursts of air, and she attempted to get out of the tree. However, she quickly stopped herself. If whatever was out there had burned down her house, it meant that her father, mother and brother must have gotten out! After all, no creature could defeat her father! He had been a waywatcher once, and though he had settled down to raise a family, he still had a decent stock of arrows. Taetta was confident that if something had burned down her house, it was because her father had taken the rest of her family and run. Beginning to relax, she attempted to get a more comfortable position in the tree trunk. As the light began to fade outside, her eyes began to flutter closed, until she was sleeping awkwardly, standing upright in a dead tree.

	When Taetta awoke, the forest outside was a sickly green. The light of Morrslieb was shining down upon the land. It was some time late at night, Taetta reckoned, and the forest would be unsafe with the moon shining. She decided the best course of action was to wait until morning, and then return to her glade once it was safer to travel.
	Taetta was interrupted from her thoughts by a crashing noise. She glanced around, but her narrow field of vision could not see anything. She began to hear a noise, like an animal growling, and the guttural sound of it gave her goosebumps. As she listened intently, she realized there was two beasts, each making guttural noises at each other. She realized that they must be talking in some kind of beast tongue. She began sweating nervously, wondering what these creatures could be. As she sat in silence, she heard the two voices getting closer, and began to look back and forth around the forest, seeing if she could spot the beast. Then, the deep growl of the beastspeech stopped. Taetta tensed, trying to stop any movement that might give her away. She heard a sniffing noise, as if a hound was smelling for food, and heard one of the beasts approach closer. It’s paces seemed drawn out, too slow to be real, but Taetta knew they were all too grounded in reality. Then, with a shock, she saw the foul creature enter her vision.

	It’s legs were like those of a goat, but many times larger and stronger, with thick brown that reached up to the middle of the foul creature’s thighs. Above the hips, it’s body was well muscled. Taetta could see the well defined muscles of the creature, a rigid eight-pack glistening with sweat beneath two large, muscular pecs. The creature’s skin was the tanned bronze of a field worker, but much rougher, it’s exposed hide dotted with scars from previous fights. It’s arms were large, well muscled and capable, with biceps that easily dwarfed poor Taetta’s legs. It’s left hand was missing a finger, a testament to an old battle. The beastman’s head was like that of a goat, with a thick layer of coarse fur covering a head that held the dark, piercing eyes of a devil. On the creature’s head was a pair of grand horns, shaped like the antlers of a young buck. Most shocking of all, the creature’s exposed groin sported a large, thick member. It was shaped like that of a man, but time outside had made it tough, and nodules of scar tissue dotted it’s fearsome shaft. It rested on top of two fat balls, each covered with enough hair that they were partially obscured.

	When Taetta saw the beastman, in all it’s savage power, she couldn’t help but let loose a shriek of fear. The creature turned it’s head to her, and let loose a deep, braying laugh! With two confident steps, it approached the tree and grabbed Taetta by the neck, ripping her from her hiding spot. Taetta started to desperately hit the creature's arms, hoping for release from it’s crushing grip, but the beastman just squeezed harder upon her dainty throat.  As Taetta struggled, she felt another pair of hands, these ones smaller and more deft, ripping her clothes off. She looked down in fear and noticed another one of the creatures. This one seemed more human than beast, with a face that could have passed for that of an ugly farm boy were it not for the tusks jutting out of it’s mouth. The goat headed beastman was huge, easily over 8 feet tall, but this small pigheaded creature was barely larger than the dainty frame of Taetta. Once the pigman had finished stripping her, the goatman let loose another of it’s harsh, raucous laughs, and threw Taetta to the ground. She banged the back her head against a rock as she impacted the ground, and for a few moments everything was a blur.

When she came to, she was laying on her back, and the great goat man had pressed itself on top of her. Taetta was assaulted by the creature’s thick stench, a mixture of foul body odour, shit, dirt and sex. The creature pressed itself over her, so that her entire body was smothered beneath it, her head buried in the creature’s abs. She began to gag from the horrible stench, and turned her head to the side just in time to empty her stomach on the ground and all over the rippling stomach of the beast. The beastman laughed, and grunted some harsh words in it’s language. With a lightning sensation, she noticed she could feel something probing at her entrance. Though she could not see it, she felt the rough fingers of the beast’s hand moving against her lower lips, and she felt a wave of disgust. She became confronted with the horrible thought of what was happening, and she began to cry. This horrible monster, this rough, strong beast from the deepest woods, was about to take her maidenhead. She felt a large mass press itself against her lower entrance, and the beastman’s arms grabbed her legs, spreading them painfully beneath her. She began screaming into the chest of the creature, for she could hardly breath under both the weight of it’s body and it’s horrid stench. Finally, with a rush of force, the creature entered her.

	In an instant, the beast had inserted half of its length into Taetta, and a pain unlike any that she had known flared through her body. The monster drew out most of it’s length very quickly, and then slammed itself back in with crushing force. Taetta screamed, and her whole world was pain. The creature began to thrust in and out of her, and she began to lose track of it’s foul movements as she felt nothing but pain. The smell, the creature’s grunts, the foul laughter of it’s comrade, the crushing mass, all faded away as Taetta felt nothing but pain. She could barely stand it and kept screaming. At first, she screamed names, calling for her father, for her mother, for her brother, and then for anyone, screaming for an escape from this world of pain. As the time slipped on, not measurable in her broken mind, she had begun to scream without words, simply trying to release the pain that assailed her. Taetta lost all sense of place, and the passing of time was unsure to her as she felt nothing but the fierce pain.

	Finally, with a roar that partially penetrated her awful trance, the beast creature buried itself deep inside her, it’s manhood swelling with thick liquid. She felt a swelling in her body, as she was filled up with the vile seed of the creature. With a sickening pop, the goatman slid out of her, and lifted itself of Taetta. She barely noticed, her body gasping for air and near unconscious with pain. When she looked down at herself, she saw her body was filthy, defiled, covered in smears of dirt and shit from the creature’s body. Between her now bruised legs, there was a dark pool spreading larger, it’s composition a mixture of blood and semen. Taetta looked at the foul mess of herself, and felt exhaustion closing in. As her eyes began to shut involuntarily, she saw the disgusting pig creature kneel down and begin to pick her up. She fell unconscious just as she was lifted into the air.