You step into the cave, squinting as you try to see how far back it goes. You feel your way forward, running your hands along the damp walls. You stumble a few times, but manage to stay on your feet despite the dim light. You're not sure how far you have to go before you're safe from Titania, but it already makes you feel better to know that you're out of sight and cloaked in shadows. The darkness is a bit unnerving, however. You look back at the entrance of the cavern, and the ragged oval of sunlight reassures you... until it begins to shrink. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoes through the cave as a massive boulder rolls across the entrance, the light growing dimmer and dimmer until it winks out completely.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You mutter to yourself in the oppressive blackness of the cave. You're trapped! You try to feel your way back to the entrance, but stumble and fall. Now on your hands and knees, you crawl across the stone floor, panic gripping you completely. You shout in terror and frustration, “NO!”

“Oh, YES.” An ominous feminine voice purrs in the darkness. You freeze, goosebumps prickling your skin.

A cold sweat beading on your brow, you speak in a trembling voice, “H-hello?”

“Hello, dear boy.” The echoes make it hard for you to tell where the voice is coming from, but it's far too close for your liking. Something in its tone makes you want to crawl under a rock and hide. “Oh my, are you scared?” You whip your head around, certain that her voice is coming from directly behind you know now.

“W-who are you? Why did you trap me in here?”

The source of the voice ignores your questions, “What a treat, you are! So young and handsome. And already dressed for dinner!” Your stomach lurches at her last statement, but your loins stir at her implication. This is not good. You stand again, your hands extended blindly before you. “Oh, yummy! What a delicious looking sausage you have between your legs! Why, I'd say that it looks good enough to EAT!” You freeze as you feel a calloused finger brush against your half-erect penis. Your heart beats faster, terror making your head swim, but you also feel your cock swell and stand rigid.

“P-please! I just want to go leave! If you'd open up the entrance for me--”

A throaty chuckle echoes around you, “Hahaha! No, no. The front door won't do at all. There's only one pathway that you'll be taking out of here, and it's out the back door. Hahaha!” You stagger forward, trying to scurry away from the voice, but it follows you, “Did you know that trolls can see quite well in the dark? We like torches just fine, but mostly just as mood lighting.” A large hand suddenly grips your leg, effortlessly lifting you into the air. Before you know it, you're dangling upside down, fighting in vain against the powerful creature that holds you... a monster that you can only assume is a troll. You shudder as you feel the slimy touch of the troll's tongue lapping against your cock. The creature moans in satisfaction a moment later, happy with the flavors that she's discovered. Your head spins in disbelief, barely processing your situation. This can't be real. Trolls aren't real. You're just dreaming. You're just dreaming. You're just-- the reality of your situation hits you as your head is unceremoniously crammed into the wet cavern of your captor's mouth. She makes quick work of you, slurping you down noisily, her tongue pulsing against your naked flesh with every swallow. You groan in the slippery darkness as she gobbles up your cock and balls, swirling her tongue teasingly against your shaft before gulping down another few inches of her meal. It's not long before you're squeezed into the gurgling prison of her gut. You curse your stupidity in the darkness. You should have kept running! Unfortunately, hindsight will do you little good now.



Zarah Bonegrinder smiles in the blackness of her cave, patting her bulging green stomach contentedly. It's been ages since she's had a schoolboy for supper, and you really hit the spot! The troll snaps her fingers, and the torches that line the walls of the cavern blaze to life. She kicks a pile of bones out of the way and lays back on her bed of discarded clothing, the soothing sounds of digestion making her sleepy. She chuckles, feeling her nipples harden pleasantly as she listens to your muffled shouts inside of her. Her distended belly begins to jiggle as you thrash about within, your shouts soon becoming screams. Eventually, your voice weakens, and then falls silent. The troll breathes low and steady as she falls fast asleep, her meal slowly digesting inside of her.

When Zarah awakens, her gut is half of its previous size, little more remaining of your body than a slurry of digested meat. She walks to the cavern entrance and rolls the boulder out of the way. The light of dawn glistens on the troll's bright green skin as she steps outside. She walks a decent distance from her home before looking down with a smirk at her jiggling belly.

“I told you that you'd be leaving through the back door! Hahaha!” Zarah squats and pushes, your ruined remains landing onto the mossy forest floor with a series of wet plopping noises. The troll looks back at the pile and grins, satisfied with her handiwork. After cleaning herself, she leaves you steaming in the sunlight. Some time later, Titania steps out of the underbrush, shaking her head ruefully.

“What a waste. What kind of an idiot hides in a troll's cave? Ha! I guess you got what was coming to you... so stupid! Ah, well.” With these words, she stalks off into the forest, hunting for smarter prey.

The End