In all the years I have known my partner Zoey the only bad thing I could really say about her was that she's a troll. Not the ugly demonic type of troll, but an internet troll. The pleasure she got from invoking flame wars, and getting posters in forums continually off topic by baiting them is something I never really understood. She'd bully people on their facebook page or twitter accounts, and then sit back and enjoy the carnage that resulted. Her darkest pleasure it seemed was to indulge in a bit of 'shadenfruede'.
In most other respects she seemed like a perfectly average young woman. She's in her late twenties, and has been my partner for about five years, having known her for ten. We were going to get married next year as a matter of fact. Her job was a check-out girl at a supermarket, and while it was a dead end job, she seemed to like it.
Some would say she was average looking too, pretty in an everyday way but not like a model. She's a skinny thing with smallish breasts (a B cup I think), long black hair, brown eyes, and a nice face. In real life I always found her to be friendly and kind towards people. I guess that's why her double life as an internet troll often puzzled me.
I sometimes teased her that deep down she was nothing but a bully, and she'd laugh telling me that these people were stupid and they deserved everything they got. I don't think she even considered that these were real people she was tormenting. She assured me it was harmless fun and I shouldn't worry. One of her favourite forms of trolling was one-bombing stories on Literotica.
One-bombing is manipulating the software of the site so you can give a story a vote of 'one' over and over, driving the score for the story into the cellar. This would then give other readers a false impression of the quality of the story. She'd laugh as the scores for her victims would fall from high fours to sometimes well below two, due to her incessant one-bombing.
If the story was eventually deleted then that was her ultimate victory, proving the author had given up and had their story removed in frustration. To be honest I don't think she even read the stories she attacked apart from skimming through the first few paragraphs. It was like a holy mission for her to bring down the perverted authors that write such vile things and post them on Literotica.
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I came home from work one evening to find her laying naked on the floor beside the computer in our home office. She was completely out of it, and I started panicking thinking she'd been raped or something and was about to call the cops when she opened her eyes and stared blankly up at me.
"Zoey what the fuck is going on?" I said falling to her side to help her sit up.
She looked around the room like she barely recognised it and then said, "I'm back?"
"Back? You're home.... what happened to you?" She wanted to stand and so I helped her up really noting how dirty she was and that she smelt terrible like she had been running naked through a knackery. Then she sat on the office chair and stared at the computer screen for a moment with her mouth open.
I stood there shuffling about waiting for her to say something. "Come on stop fucking with me and tell me what you're up to?" I said with a frown. She took a deep breath and then turned to face me. Then she told me.
Apparently she had gone to a story on Literotica called 'The Magic Pen' that she had just discovered a few days ago. This was her sixth visit since she she first seen this new work, and once again she clicked the 'one star' in the voting section. However this time once the vote was tallied, a bright light burst forth from the computer monitor throwing her off her chair and onto the floor.
When she opened her eyes she found she was tied down on some wooden bench. Her arms stretched above her head and mancled, her feet similarly manacled. The chains that held the manacles were pulled tight enough to make her limbs ache and cramp. Looking around she could see she was in what looked like a large cave, the walls were black volcanic rock with rivulets of lava seeping down through numerous cracks. It was hot. The cave smelled of rotting flesh which made her feel sick.
Around her she could hear horrible sounds of men and women screaming, laughter, strange animalistic roars, chains rattling and whips cracking. The cacophony of sound, smell, and sight created a gloom around her the likes of which she had never known before in her life.
After a while she heard loud foot falls coming towards her. As it got louder the ground seemed to shake with each step making her tremble so hard she wet herself. Then standing beside her was a humanoid creature over seven feet tall, his skin was jet black like tar. On his body were red markings that looked like they had been carved into its flesh with a knife. The markings appeared like some weird occult pattern that glowed like burning embers, not unlike how the lava glowed on the black walls of this cave.
The man creature was all muscle though, hard and defined. He stood over her, red eyes glowering at her. His nakedness compelling in its dark beauty and its erect large penis accenting his power. He had red hair that was long and hung loosely, falling past his shoulders. His pubic area was also covered in bushy red hair with fine streaks of it running along his arms legs and torso.
Zoey met his gaze for a moment but it was too much for her, and so she turned her head away sacred by his malevolence. "So we meet at last," he said followed by a grin of pointy yellow teeth.
He leaned over her getting close and sniffing her making her yell out and tremble violently. "Ahhhhh Please, God help me," she prayed.
"God?" the creature laughed, "I'm sorry my little troll, but God is no friend of yours."
She looked back at the demon barely able to control her shaking, "What do you want with me?"
"I'm here to give you a warning. Your first chance. After this you have two more chances, and if you use those up... then you will belong here forever."
Then she felt her legs begin to pull apart at the sound of chains being wound. Her head popped up to see a smallish figure at a wheel at the far end of the cave. It was like a child compared to the demon that stood beside her running his fingers over her body now. The other creature was greenish, with a long nose and big pointy ears. It also was naked with a very tiny soft penis between its legs.
Her legs grew wider and wider and then the demon grabbed her sweat pants and pulled them off her, panties and all in one foul swoop. Lifting her up off wooden bench she was on as he did, pulling until they tore off her body. She screamed out writhing on the table trying to get free but the manacles held firm. The Demon laughed, a terrible noise that made her turn her head away again, and clench her eyes tightly shut.
