Agate Boyd

Revenge of the Satyr

The panic stricken peasant fell to his knees, both hands clasped together imploringly. His whole body began to shake jelly-like as Prince Vulkan slowly dismounted from his horse. The haughty young nobleman's handsome, yet spiteful face creased up into a vindictive frown as he advanced upon the hapless figure.

"How dare you withhold tax from the king you filthy, whingeing swine," the short-tempered prince screamed at the top of his voice. Punctuating his harsh words with a hail of withering blows from his riding quirt; lacing into the miller's face with the supple, stinging leather until the sobbing man threw himself prostrate into the dirt at the nobleman's feet.

"Mercy! Highness! Mercy!" the man begged wretchedly, "the drought has made the river all but disappear and without water the mill wheel will not turn and so I cannot earn enough to feed my family and pay the king's taxes," the miller's voice became even more wretched, "please Highness, I beg you and your gracious father to give me more time to pay."

The slender prince's narrow chest seemed to swell with an even greater volume of outrage.

"More time? more time? have you no beasts of burden with which to turn the mill wheel you indolent pig?" he roared, at the same time planting his boot into the back of the miller's neck, cruelly grinding the terrified, blubbering face into the dank earth.

"P-p-please Highness," the miller begged again, his voice quavering so much he could barely speak, "we had to slaughter our only bullock for meat and now I have only my wife and daughter to help me in the mill."

Prince Vulkan took time-out to look slowly around the small collection of tumbledown buildings and ramshackle yard. His mobile, twisting expression a cruel parody of confusion and indecision that instantly had his men smirking and nudging one another as they enjoyed their master's sinister sense of humour.

"Well then," the noble youth breathed at last, "let us get both of the lazy peasant sows out here and we shall see how well they turn the wheel with my whip dancing across their idle backs!"

Vulkan nodded curtly to his sergeant-at-arms; a barrel-chested giant of a man, who immediately disappeared into the nearby cottage to emerge a few moments later dragging the two terrified woman behind him, his huge fists buried in their tangled hair.

"On your knees before Prince Vulkan you mangy sluts," growled the lackey, pitching both females face down into the dirt as he spoke.

The prince slapped his quirt under the wife's quivering chin and jerked her face up to the sky. The woman may have once been enough, but after twenty odd years of over-taxed poverty and unending toil, her face was lined and tired looking and the sagging bundle of her bosom seemed almost to reach down to her waist. Allowing the mother's head to fall, Vulkan next tapped the plaited haft of his quirt under the daughter's chin and was pleasantly surprised to find a fresh and decidedly pretty face suddenly looking up at him, fear and uncertainty writ clearly in the cast of the large, moist brown eyes.

"Stand up trollop," the prince commanded, his voice softening subconsciously as all thoughts of putting the young girl to the mill wheel faded. His erstwhile peevish mood suddenly began to mellow. The girl climbed hesitantly to her feet to stand fidgeting – gnawing fretfully at the fulsome redness of her lips. She averted her doe-like eyes as the prince lifted her homespun calico dress to expose her shapely teenage thighs; the smooth, pale flesh leading his lascivious gaze inevitably up to the downy pubic mound with its delicate, tightly sealed lips nestling below the gently curving dome of her belly.

"Very well, sirrah," the prince said at last, his rage finally subsiding, "I will grant you more time to pay. But that time and my father's inconvenience must be paid for by an afternoon's use of your charming daughter here."

The miller's voice, whether in protest, or relief, simply came out as a strangled gurgle as Vulkan continued to stand uncaringly on his neck.

Flashing a generous smile the prince turned to his grinning men.

"Tie the stupid old bastard up to yonder gatepost and flog some respect into him," he said, beginning to drag the reluctant teenager off toward the nearby barn, "and then you lot can fuck some happiness into the girl's mother, she looks as if she could sorely use it."

As he spoke the miller's wife began to wail hysterically, her head shaking wildly from side-to-side. The terrified woman suddenly leapt to her feet and ran from man-to-man, imploring each grinning soldier to show her mercy. Her cries suddenly turned to shrieks of horror however, as a pair of laughing troopers began to pull her this way and that between them, ripping her already shoddy dress into long tatters. Exposing her swaying udders and broad, dimpled rump as they suddenly pounced upon her and dragged her howling back into the mill for the first of that afternoon's many fuckings.

The laughing prince closed the barn door behind him and turned to face the girl who stood paralysed. She stared mutely at him, her small fingers clutching at the neck and hem of her baggy peasant smock.

"We will lie over there," he said, indicating a fresh pile of straw in the corner, "take off your dress so that I can see what you have for me."

The girl shook her head slowly from side-to-side and backed up a step.

"Please," she whimpered, "please let me go master." Her voice sounded small in the large barn and the pathetic sound of it brought the first serious twitch of interest from the prince's slowly swelling cock.

The noble smiled coldly at her.

"If you give me any trouble slut," he threatened, his voice once again taking on a brittle, menacing edge, "I'll turn you over to my men for a taste of what your miserable parents are getting."

As he spoke, the crack of the first lash ripping into her father's back echoed across the yard. Followed immediately by his high-pitched scream as the flesh over his ribs was split apart by the coarse leather tongue of the big sergeant's bullwhip. The hellish sound made the girl flinch and after a brief moment of agonised indecision, she dropped her hands slowly to her sides. A dread feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed her as she resigned herself to her fate. She watched mesmerized as the prince stripped off his rich garments, exposing his slender, pale body to her until finally he stood naked, his cock sticking straight out from the fuzz of blonde pubic hair. The girl had never seen an erect penis before and the strangeness of it filled her young mind with profound disquiet.

Hissing impatiently, Vulkan took hold of the neck of her peasant dress and tore the flimsy garment straight down the centre, casting away the ruined material so that she finally stood nude before him.

The greedy nobleman gathered the girl to him, crushing her lithe body against his own so that he could feel her softness. He swayed slowly from side-to-side so that her budding, pink nipples raked across his chest. He groaned as he ground his cock against the silky smoothness of her belly, at the same time burying his face in her hair to inhale the tart, earthy freshness of her.

The girl hung frozen against him, allowing herself to be supported in his arms as he groaned and rubbed himself against her for several long moments. She uttered a low, mournful croak as she felt the stickiness of the pre-ejaculate weeping from his cock-slit smear across the flesh of her quivering abdomen as he continued to grind himself against her. Her fearful moans turning into a yelp of alarm as the prince wound his hand into the rich tangle of her hair and pulled her head back so that he could cover her lips with his own.

However, the girl stubbornly refused to allow his tongue into her mouth, clenching her jaws tightly together. Testily, Vulkan wrenched the girl's head back as far as it would go and slapped her hard across both cheeks, making her cry out as her head was snapped back and forth so hard her teeth seemed to rattle in their sockets.

Again Vulkan offered the girl his mouth, at the same time wrapping the fingers of his other hand around the slender column of her neck, squeezing to let her know that his patience were all but at an end.

Realising that she did not have the strength to resist him any further the girl allowed her lips to part. She whinnied like frightened foal as his tongue pushed its way into her softly yielding mouth and began its serpent-like exploration of her sweet palate. At the same time the Prince walked her slowly backward until she stood knee deep in the hay pile and then he bore down on her, tripping her with his foot behind hers so that she fell backward – legs akimbo. He fell with her, landing neatly between her thighs, his urgent glans already butting up against the tightly sealed entrance to her nether mouth.

"Please sir," the girl whispered against the side of his neck, her voice breathless with her panic as he took hold of his stiff shaft and began to force the head between the tightly drawn curtains of her outer labia. And then, the final pathetic entreaty, "have pity noble lord – I am a virgin."

To the corrupt Prince Vulkan, the heady combination of the girl's manifest fear of him, her unblemished youthful pulchritude and finally, her anguished confirmation that she was virgo intacta was a totally intoxicating mix. As such, it could only served to aggravate his already galloping sexual appetite. The young nobleman levered himself up on to his right arm so that he could look down into her face.

"What a priceless little slut you are my dear," he murmured and pursing his thin lips let fall a long strand of spittle on to the tip of her upturned nose, giggling with delight as the clear liquid coursed down over her pink cheek. He hung there, savouring her terrified expression, the quivering vermilion lips, the flushed complexion and the soft brown eyes – huge and brimming with tears.

"Absolutely priceless." As he uttered the last mocking syllable, he thrust forward as hard as he could. Embedding the first third of his shaft in the girl's incredibly tight sheath, wrenching a tortured wail from her as her hymen was ripped away. Quickly, he took hold of her shoulders and transferred his entire weight to his arms, pinning her torso down into the hay, pumping his hips until he was fully embedded within her. Again he paused to enjoy her expression: now one of total desolation as she turned her face to the side and closed her eyes to the pain. Her small, white teeth buried in her lower lip until the blood ran and her tiny hands clutching at his forearms as he began to batter madly at her sex. He was heedless of her pain as his lean, hard hips bruised the softness of her inner thighs as he sought to quench his desperately selfish need.

The prince was neither a powerful, nor a long lasting youth and soon attained his climax. Grunting out his pleasure in a few short, sharp gasps as his thin semen jetted out to fill the girls small, brutalised vagina. His fluids blending with the thin streams of blood issuing from the shredded flesh of her sundered hymen.

With a satisfied groan, the now sated youth rolled off the girl and settled back into the hay, his cock soon becoming flaccid and useless. As his ardour cooled, the youth clasped his hands behind his head and regarded the girl closely from beneath his closely drawn eyelids. He was looking for any signs of mockery on her part, for in truth he knew that he was not well endowed and to that particular shortcoming he had an over developed sensitivity. A sensitivity rammed into him over many miserable years by the taunts of his three bullying half-brothers.

All of the older boys took after their father, the heavy bodied King Harken. Whereas Vulkan favoured his mother, a small boned, flaxen haired creature that the king had taken as his second wife after the death of the old Queen Helga. His father had married Vulkan's mother only because of the land she brought with her as dowry and neither she, nor the skinny Vulkan had ever enjoyed the king's fullest favours. Hence Vulkan was detailed to spend most of the year travelling around the small kingdom, collecting his father's taxes and partaking, whenever the opportunity arose, of perks like those offered by the common little slut now weeping miserably beside him.

Satisfied that the girl had been suitably impressed by his vigour, Vulkan closed his eyes and began to doze off. A small smile of contentment playing across his lips at the sounds of his men's laughter drifting over from the cottage where the girl's mother was continuing to provide sport.

As the inattentive prince slumbered carelessly, a cloaked and hooded figure stole surruptiously from the forest edge to make its way to the barn, behind the backs of the troopers who were intent only upon taking their turns to rape the hapless miller's wife.

Once inside, the mysterious interloper worked quickly and silently, casting a fine sleeping mist over the girl, as she lay shocked and trembling in the hay. The potion stifling her scream before it could rise in her throat to rouse the slumbering prince. Next he wafted a tiny glass bottle under the youth's nostrils and began to whisper in his ear in a strange sibilant tongue, until presently, the young prince arose slack jawed and heedless of his nakedness to follow the mysterious figure back into the forest from whence it had come.

*****

With infinite slowness, the arch thaumaturge, Lord Malpurgo of Castle Gliss, turned the tiny crystal valve between forefinger and thumb. Thus, introducing the final element of the complex combination of drugs he had been carefully feeding to the helpless Prince Vulkan for the past month of his confinement.

The pale, pink tincture flowed out of the apparatus and disappeared into the silver cannular embedded in the young prince's tightly bound wrist. The wizard drew forth the powerful Talisman of Pesch from the folded depths of his robes and clutched the gently glowing stone in his bird-like fist, feeling the faint heat seep into his aged flesh. Finally, he began to utter the mysterious incantation that would forever fix the frightening metamorphosis deep within the youth's maladapted physiology. For several tense minutes the tall, hunched figure of the wizard hovered over the still form; examining, watching, probing, until he was certain that his labour of many days was well done.

Satisfied at long last, he spoke the simple phrase required to bring the docile prince out of the hypnotic trance that had constrained him throughout the long course of his diabolical treatment. Malpurgo gestured to the squat figure of the patient grull waiting nearby, instructing the dwarf-like creature to swing the heavy examination table into the vertical position so that the awakening prince could look around the room.

Malpurgo's pale lemon orbs watched, as Prince Vulkan acquainted himself for the first time with the dark interior of the wizard's laboratory. The youth's red rimmed eyes widened with fear, as they moved reluctantly across the many shelves and benches, all stacked high with ancient leather-bound tomes, unknown chemical agents and mysterious preparations. His horrified gaze rested reluctantly here and there upon the many strange machines and scientific instruments of his captor's preternatural trade.

Finally, the stupefied Vulkan looked down at his own body, which was naked save for the heavy leather straps binding his arms and legs and the immovable broad iron band encircling his waist.

"What have you done to me?" the prince croaked thickly, his mouth sticky and suffused with the bitter taste of copper after so many days of drug-induced somnolence. He moaned in disbelief as he gradually became aware of the changes that had been wrought upon his erstwhile slender, pale-skinned figure. His skin tone had deepened considerably, with dark, freckled patches spreading out from his armpits and crotch. His body mass appeared to have more than doubled; his shoulders had broadened, his chest deepened and the once slim arms and legs now bulged with corded muscle that strained against the creaking bonds and beneath the girdling band his belly was as hard and unyielding as a stone pavement.

Malpurgo's smile was meagre and not intended to reassure.

"I have improved you beyond measure my prince," the mocking voice was thin, yet cracked with the power of breaking river ice, "I have made you stronger, fiercer, more cunning and," he grinned lewdly, "infinitely more virile."

Once again, Vulkan looked down, twitching in sudden alarm as the wizard reached between his spread thighs and hefted the heavy genitals into view. His penis was hugely increased in length and girth, with a tangled pattern of blue green veins raised all around the shaft. The testes had also become massively enlarged and now lay squirming slowly together in the wizard's skeletal palm. Vulkan groaned in humiliation as the brief handling stimulated the monstrous sex, which now began to rise. The bulbous, dark purple glans swelled to shrug off the thickened prepuce, at the same time expelling a single, large bead of seminal fluid from the pouting slit.

"Why have you done this to me," Vulkan stammered, "you have turned me into a freak!" The youth's quaking voice threatened to turn into a scream as he fought to control his rapidly burgeoning panic.

Malpurgo released the turgid genitalia, nodding in clinical satisfaction as the monstrous shaft continued to stand straight up against Vulkan's flat belly.

"I have re-fashioned you," he said, pride evident in his crackling voice, "transmogrified you, in the way of the ancient necromancers."

"W-why?" hissed Vulkan desperately, "in God's name why would you do such a thing to me – to what dreadful end?"

Malpurgo smiled showing two rows of sharp, predatory teeth.

"Hardly in His name," sniggered the wizard, "the spell is running its course, you are now entering the final, irreversible stages of satyriasis. In only a few hours the process will be complete and you will become a fully developed satyr and, as such, you will serve me as all of my familiars serve me; with total, unstinting obedience, even unto death."

"Never!… I will never serve the one who has done this evil thing to me," Vulkan rasped, his expression bitter and wretched as he looked down with revulsion at the dark, crinkled pelt that now sprouted over much of his chest and belly.

The Lord of Gliss tossed his head back and laughed aloud. A terrible, demonic sound that made the youth's blood chill in his veins.

"Oh yes you will my prince, you will indeed serve me, or else I will put you to sleep again and when you awake you will find yourself neutered, shrunken and shambling about with the rest of my trusty grulls."

Malpurgo clucked his tongue over his shoulder and the ever-present grull hopped once more into view on its bandy legs, the stupid, faithful face upturned and eager to please its master.

Vulkan stared down in disbelieving horror at the misshapen midget.

"Do you mean to say that thing was once a man?" asked the youth, his tone and expression askance.

"Once, a long time ago," conceded the wizard, this grull came to my demesne as a brash young man with a handful of others of similar ilk. All of them intent upon chastising me for a trifling prank I had played upon their Lord. I declined to be tied to the public post and beaten as they had intended and now all serve me in various, menial ways."

Vulkan closed his eyes and tried to calm his galloping terror and worse, far worse, this new nightmare of going to sleep and waking up an idiotic gargoyle.

*****

The grulls wheeled the large table on which the prince lay into an adjoining chamber and positioned it in a deep alcove where he could see the room, but remained discreetly hidden within the inky shadows.

A short time later the grulls returned, dragging with them the reluctant, whimpering figure of a busty serving wench, whom they shackled by the wrists to the room's only fixture, a tall wooden post set into the centre of the slab floor. The chamber was dimly lit by a single shaft of wan sunlight that entered through a circular aperture in the domed ceiling and which now fell directly on to the woman. The light illuminated the full curves of her voluptuous, peasant body as she stood peering uncertainly into the surrounding gloom.

The tightly bound Vulkan moaned softly, the quaking sound resonating in the depths of his belly. His quiescent prick immediately began to rise as he feasted his eyes upon the naked female standing only feet away. As Vulkan's newly augmented libido asserted itself he quickly became aware of a number of subtle changes in his faculties. His eyesight seemed far more acute, easily able to pick out the crop of tiny goose bumps speckling the woman's broad pink aureoles as she stood shivering in the cold, damp air. His sense of smell had also become heightened with the fecund odours of her crotch and armpits suddenly sharp in his flaring nostrils. And the soft sounds of her feet, shifting nervously on the granite slabs, came easily to his ears, as did her gentle, fearful mewing. A delicious sound that filled him with an unspeakable volume of raw sexual hunger.

Vulkan began to pant rapidly, perspiration springing out onto his quivering body as he began to twist and strain against his bonds.

Slowly, the wench became aware of the presence of another in the room and twisted toward the darkened alcove in alarm, her chains rattling dully as she raised her hands to her face.

"Who's there?" She called in a small, shaking voice.

By way of answer, Vulkan simply groaned more loudly. His shaft was now standing straight up from his groin and his heavily dependent balls throbbed with an over abundance of turgid spunk.

The woman called out again, at the same time straining her eyes in a vain attempt to penetrate the shadowy alcove.

"W-who's there? p-please, show yourself, please, you're frightening me."

Vulkan grinned behind the darkness, his head swimming with lust as he pulled impatiently against the straps holding him.

"Bitch! Whore! Slut!" he hissed at her out of the shadows, "I want to fuck your hairy peasant cunt until you piss yourself!"

The woman shrank back against the post, a strangled cry escaping from her horrified lips as Vulkan began to grunt and spit at her. His need for sex was now so strong that he had difficulty concentrating and was only dimly aware of the grulls appearing at his sides to unfasten his bonds.

When the final restraining band fell away from his waist, Vulkan bounded from the table to land directly in front of the cowering creature. Immediately she clapped eyes on him she began to shriek with horror, her knees giving way as the plunging sunlight illuminated his massive, demonic form.

The satyr, for that what he was now truly becoming, reached out and clapped his palms around the frozen face, drawing it toward the monstrous cock swaying and bouncing in front the blubbering mouth now opening wide to scream again. But before the terrified female could give voice to her fright, Vulkan shot his hips forward, impaling her face upon his iron hard shaft. He groaned ecstatically as the bulging, purple glans filled up the woman's soft mouth, spreading her tongue flat with his enormous bulk as he began to rock slowly back and forth, working the great cock-head into the top of her throat.

Vulkan dragged her whole body toward him by the head, continuing to pull as the chains attached to her wrists drew bar-tight, twisting her shoulders, extending her neck out to breaking point so that he could ram himself straight down into her gullet. The woman thrashed about in acute distress as her gag reflex overwhelmed her. Her full breasts heaved, the big brown nipples hard with fear as Vulkan began to stroke in and out, heedless of her agony. His only concern to assuage his overpowering need for release, which, to the floundering woman's immense relief he quickly attained.

The prince's entire body stiffened and shook as his orgasm overtook him, with slug after slug after slug of boiling hot semen rushing up the length of his shaft to roar down her gullet. As he reamed her bulging throat, the excess fluid spewed out of the corners of her mouth and nostrils to run down over her chin. The thick liquid foaming as she spluttered and coughed around his monstrous girth, unable as she was to swallow the totality of the seemingly endless load of thickened spume.

At the height of his climax, Vulkan threw back his head and roared out in triumph. The sound of his voice boomed and reverberated around the vaulted chamber as he stood rigidly to attention, his musculature as hard as beaten iron as the incredible sensations exploded out of his groin to flood every fibre of his new being with raw sexual energy. He gasped with wonder as the fountain of boiling spunk continued to pulse from his throbbing balls, even as he withdrew his turgid phallus from the woman's mouth and splattered his final fluids over her heaving breasts.

Spent at last, he released her so that she sagged down on to all fours, gasping with heartfelt thanks that the massive organ had at last been withdrawn from her mouth. She sucked in huge gulps of much needed air, her stomach pumping erratically as she tried to balance her breathing.

However, her relief proved short lived as Vulkan stooped and fastened his hands about her ankles, yanking her legs straight out behind her at the level of his waist. Stretching her entire body straight out between the post and his powerful frame. Once again, the wench began to scream as her tormentor spun her through one hundred and eighty degrees, twisting the chains together at her wrists so that she was presented to him belly up.

"Oh please God! help me!" she cried desperately as Vulkan spread her legs wide and shuffled forward between them. His hands moving up to grasp at the soft flesh behind her knees as he offered his cock up the darkly haired bulge of her tightly sealed sex. The woman craned her neck to look disbelievingly at the satyr's mighty weapon, still furiously erect despite his titanic orgasm of only a few moments ago. Vulkan grinned widely at her disbelieving goggle-eyed expression.

"Oh yes bitch," he snarled nastily, "I still have plenty of juice left for you."

The serving girl shook her head from side-to-side sobbing desperately.

"No please don't, it's too big, you'll rip me apart."

Prince Vulkan's eyes seemed to gleam with a maniacal brilliance as he listened to her desperate pleas, his smile spreading even wider as he taunted her.