[Fiction] A Satyr Gangbang

[naughtylittlegirl]

This is a piece I've been working on for the last few weeks, inspired by some lovely conversation with a friend and one of my favourite toys.

I've written this version in second person because that's how I like my erotica - draws me in better - but I will also be posting versions in first and third person as well. I'm hoping I've caught all the typos at least in this draft, and just a heads-up this does contain dubious consent/non-consent fantasy and monster sex, so if that's not your cup of tea then by all means enjoy something else )



You've been warned not to stray into the dark forest. Where the trees grow close together, the leaves and bark blending into deep hues of juniper and walnut and pitch, an almost eerie silence making even the air seem heavy. All the classic signs of 'do not travel deeper into this forest'. But, of course, your curiosity prods at you until you find yourself wandering away from the dappled sunlight and into the dim woods, your feet carrying you forward despite your mind telling them they shouldn't...like something is tugging you onward, pulling you, drawing you deeper and deeper...

Amid that ever-urging curiosity, a sliver of nervousness begins to grow, your surroundings darkening with every soft step. It's the kind of nervousness you feel when you know you should be afraid, should err on the side of caution, should turn back to the safe places you know. Yet, by foolishness or stubbornness or some other coercive force, you continue.

One foot in front of the other. Quietly padding on the soft ground.

Eventually, through the darkness, you see a light ahead. A shining patch of golden sunshine, glinting through the trees, and as you draw closer the little patch becomes a soft green meadow. A strange thought flits through your mind, that it's the meadow that's been pulling you along; of course, you vaguely think this is silly, all while your feet carry you closer and closer, until the light suddenly goes black.

Along with everything else.

When you awaken, you are in the meadow, lying in the soft, warm grass. The sunlight above you is so bright you can hardly see anything for several moments...but it is a warm and friendly kind of sunshine, makes you feel so calm and relaxed, causing your eyes to close again as you relish the brush of each blade of grass against your bare skin, the gentle breeze almost as warm as the sunlight, brushing over every part of your body...

With a start you realise you are feeling too much on your bare skin. Your eyes open wide, and you lift your head, attempting to sit up only to realise first that you are indeed as naked as you feared and second that you cannot move your body at all. Your wrists are bound snugly to stakes in the grass, stretching your arms out and above your head; your ankles are similarly wrapped with a thick cord to spread your legs spread wide. The sunlight is keeping you warm, but your nude body is almost entirely exposed, your most private parts on display in the middle of this lovely but rather large and open meadow. The fogginess lifts just enough for you to realise that you cannot make a sound either - you are not gagged, you don't seem to be hurt, but try as you might you cannot call out or scream, you cannot do anything more than gasp as you attempt to pull your limbs free.

You don't have much time to worry about any of this before the sunlight above you is blocked out by the face of a man. His beard is short, cocoa brown, his curly hair the same shade interrupted only by...goat's ears! Even this mental fog doesn't keep your heart from pounding as you realise the trouble you might be in, your eyes hastily tracking down the rest of him to confirm...he's bare chested, to his waist which is covered in coarse brown hair, which covers him down to his legs which end in hooves...

You let your head fall back against the ground in dismay. A satyr! You've been caught by a satyr. Alone, in the woods...


Your mounting tirade against yourself is interrupted by a deep chuckle. 'Oh good, you're awake,' he says, squatting down beside you. His eyes catch your attention first, such a bright blue they seem to glint in the sunlight. It's a rather handsome face, although his half smile is too mischievous for comfort. His eyes drift unabashedly over your naked form, and you look away, blushing at how close he is to you, nothing hidden from his gaze, and immediately you regret the action. It isn't a satyr that's caught you, but several. Several half-naked...or rather, entirely naked satyrs, all standing around you, looking rather intently at your bound and stripped body. You are surprised when a whimper escapes your mouth, and you attempt, without success, to speak again.

'Shhh...' the first satyr strokes his hand over your hair soothingly. 'You won't be able to speak, there's no use trying. You're only able to make the sounds we enjoy in the meadow.' The half smile is still there, along with a glint in the satyr's eye that makes that nervous energy build again. 'Don't strain yourself, you're still coming to. Such a pretty thing, aren't you? Very pretty for a trespasser...'

You frown at this and try to protest, scowling at the satyr in forced silence. 'Now, now, whether you knew or not, you have no business being here, do you? You have trespassed. This is our territory, pretty...' He lightly draws his finger down your cheek and along your jaw, almost tickling your skin, making you shiver in your bonds. 'We are a merciful and benevolent people,' his smile grows as he speaks, 'and we do not merely punish trespassers. We discipline and teach. You must be punished,' his warm hand cups your cheek, drawing another whimper from you, 'but we will make sure that you learn why you shouldn't have entered our territory...'

He slides his hand gently down to your neck, his fingers wrapping around so you can feel the strength of his grasp, not squeezing, just resting his hand on you, a simple thing to highlight his control and your helplessness. Despite the warmth of the sun, you shiver under his touch.

'And you'll leave us with some unique memories too,' he finishes, his smile now lecherous. Nervousness has built steadily during the speech and eradicated the fog from your thoughts; every cautionary tale is running through your mind in vivid colour: satyrs are passionate almost to the point of violence, insatiable lovers, taking whatever and whomever they please, once it's within their grasp, mercilessly. You're struggling to break free before you realise it, while the satyr sits back and watches for a few moments, chuckling at your futile efforts.

'It's no use,' he says in a low voice, leaning in to whisper in your ear, close enough you can feel his warm breath on your skin. 'We've done this before, pretty girl. We know exactly how to render you helpless....defenseless...' He slowly traces his fingers along your hipbone, creating a long, winding pattern along your skin to your abdomen. 'And we will keep you exposed,' his hand continues it's journey up and up until his fingers drift over the curve of your soft breast, the overly familiar caress prompting you to pull frantically at your bonds. He just laughs delightedly; that same firm hand cups your breast, the heat soaking into your soft skin. 'every part of your body available, pretty, for our...satisfaction.'

It's the emphasis on that last word that seems to seal your fate, and you go limp, your vulnerability washing over you in another wave of nerves. To make things worse, the other satyrs step closer, some sitting down beside you in the grass, and you close your eyes tightly hoping it's all just a dream.

While you cannot see them, however, the touch of male hands exploring your bare skin is unmistakable.

The first satyr's voice whispers into your ear again. 'Just relax. We'll break you in gently. We don't want to harm you.' His words are strangely comforting; almost against your will, the nervous feeling is replaced by an aroused thrill, as the satyrs stroke their hands up and down your arms, your sides, two cupping your breasts and gently squeezing, more hands caressing your legs, all the way from your hips to your feet, tickling lightly over the soles. 'We will do as we please with you...with every inch of you,' the whisper is almost hypnotic now, and your eyes open to look into that shimmering blue. He holds your gaze for a moment then holds your face in his hands, his lips ghosting over your cheek, drawing another whimper from you. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips press against yours, that single intimate touch sending more pleasure through you than every hand on your body. To your humiliation, you feel the last vestiges of resistance leaving you, drawn from you through that kiss. Your lips part at some unspoken command, his tongue sliding between them, hot and slick, tasting of spice and heat as he methodically explores your mouth with the same intimate thoroughness that his companions are employing with the rest of you.

You gradually become aware of several other voices, the satyrs commenting how soft your skin is under their hands, how hard your pink nipples are from even the lightest touches, how you shiver when fingers tease along your hipbones or tickle your inner thighs. You feel a blush rising hotly on your face and chest at their words, and they notice this too; it only spurs them on, their speech becoming more explicit and seductive as their fingers explore every inch of your body, save your most private parts between your legs. The first satyr breaks the kiss and pulls back, disappearing into the crowd (and you blush all the more when your mind lingers on that word), leaving you to their ravishment.

Another satyr, this one with a deep black beard, longer hair, and a broad grin, is sitting between your widespread legs, one hand rubbing your thigh while the other is wrapped around his cock. He's stroking himself slowly, coaxing the hard shaft from it's furry sheath, watching your reaction. His thick cock quickly becomes swollen and hard, until he's larger than most human males, but what is most alarming is the shape. The satyr phallus has three glans - a large head, broad and smooth, that you know will stretch you so wide, but below that head are two more, each with a very defined ridge. You whimper again, despite yourself, half-heartedly tugging at your bonds, your humiliation escalating again when you realise that same curiosity that drew you here is making you wonder how it will feel to be stretched and filled by a triple-headed cock; and not out of fear, but desire.

'I get to be the first one to stretch that tiny hole,' the black-haired satyr rumbles in a deep voice, grinning broadly, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft of his member, until a drop of precum forms at the tip, dripping down onto your lower abdomen. The others are preparing you, touching you in every sensitive place they can find. Stroking you behind your knees, along your belly, gently pinching and pulling your nipples, licking at your neck and wrists with hot, slick tongues. The black-haired satyr slides his hand up your thigh until his fingertips touch your bare pussy lips, lightly drawing them down your tender folds, and you flush again as you realise how slippery wet you've become. He presses his fingers between your labia, touching you leisurely, tracing over every silken fold, down, down, down until he reaches your entrance. His fingers pause their descent, rubbing light circles around it, giving you a tingling massage that makes you moan aloud.

You hear the others laugh at your reaction, then suddenly his knees are pressing into your bare thighs, the coarse hair brushing against your skin, and the head of his cock, so hot and hard, is rubbing against your slick cunny. You try to protest, still unable to speak, unable to do anything but whimper and moan and feel every touch from these wicked satyrs. The black-haired satyr grins at you again as he presses forward slightly, his cock sliding up your pussy to push your swollen, sensitive clit, making your entire body tremble with the first ripples of pleasure. He begins to rub the heads of his cock along your pussy, each ridged tugging at your clit, the ripples turning into waves as he masturbates you with his heavy member.

'We've done this before, pretty girl. We can make you enjoy this...we want you to enjoy this.' He continues to steadily massage your throbbing clit, his shaft now coated with your wetness. 'We want you to enjoy this, because then your body can take so much more...it's why we're so gentle at the start...' That catches your attention. You can't bring yourself to try to struggle, but your heart is pounding from the menacing comment. 'If we break you in carefully,' he continues, drawing his cock down to rest against your entrance, 'this will all last far longer. And we want to play with our new toy for a long, long time.'

You shiver and whimper at his words, knowing you can't do anything to stop him or any of the other satyrs. Their hands are still stroking you gently, almost soothingly, as they watch, enraptured, as the black-haired satyr pushes his hips forward again. That smooth, round head begins to stretch your tight hole open, making you ache slightly as he advances. 'Mmm, so nice and warm, your little pink flower is,' the satyr says loudly for the others to hear, making you blush crimson.

He shifts his hips closer, that rough hair prickling your skin, and he leans over you to rest his weight on his hands, his cock still pressed against your entrance. His hips rock against you, making short thrusts to ease his hard, throbbing cock into you, every tiny advance coaxing your pussy open a little further. As he sinks into your tight hole, you feel slight tingles beginning to run through you again, and you try to squirm from the pleasure. This only serves to heighten your helplessness, though, with your legs stretched so wide that your hips can barely shift at all. The others are teasing you more now, a hand rubbing on either side of your sensitive clit, trying to help you relax and accept the satyr's massive phallus. You glance around, that curious part of you wanting to see the owners of those hands; another whimper rises in your chest when you realise all the satyrs are stroking erect cocks as they watch the slow fuck of your stretched pussy intently.

You moan as more of the head presses into you, almost forcing your cunny open, that black-haired satyr murmuring encouragement to you, 'That's it, let me in...let my hard cock open your soft little flower, pretty girl...going to stretch you so good,' a slightly harder thrust and you're stretched wider than ever by this incredibly thick cock, 'so good, so you can take your punishment, and learn your first lesson...' He drives forward, hips still thrusting carefully but with more urgency, and he leans down to kiss your mouth warmly, his wet tongue licking at your lips until they part to allow him to deepen the kiss. Your entire body relaxes as his tongue snakes into your mouth, touching and probing, and you gasp around that tongue when suddenly the first head slips fully into your pussy, your entrance closing around that first ridge and holding him snugly inside you.

You feel him smile against your lips, not breaking the kiss, halting the thrusts as he relishes the pressure of your pussy wrapped around his member, his tongue teasing yours for several moments before he leans back up. 'Make lots of noise for us now,' he grins cheekily at you, moving his hips in a circle so his cock shifts and rubs inside you, making you feel the size of him, forcing unexpected waves of pleasure and moans from your trapped body - your hole is so tiny by comparison that it almost hurts being filled by the head alone, but the tingling rivulets of pleasure gradually make the ache subside as you adjust. 'Like that, did you?' Somehow, you nod before you realise it. 'I have so much more to give you, sweet girl, do you want a little more?' His hips snap forward and you moan again, as your pussy begins to stretch open again, his cock touching you just incrementally deeper, but it's enough to make you shudder.

The satyr returns to his rhythm of short thrusts, but of course you stretch much more readily now that the first head has opened you up. Your resistance is entirely gone; you still blush every time the satyr's cock makes you moan and whimper, but you can feel yourself accepting his cock with far more willingness, even eagerness, than you'd like to admit. You know there's no use in resisting, that you have to take that throbbing cock. Another shudder wracks your body as the second head slips into you, and this time the satyr presses forward, pushing his cock steadily deeper until you feel the tip touching your cervix, and he stops, grinding against you to torment you with wave after wave of pleasure.

You can just feel the flare of the third ridge at the opening of your pussy, almost beginning to stretch you once more. The satyr frowns slightly, pushing harder, trying to fit the third ridge inside you, the pressure of the tip against your cervix becoming uncomfortable for a few moments before he relents. 'It's no matter,' he grins cheekily, beginning to draw his cock out of you, your cunny clinging to him so that each ridge pulls at your sensitive walls, 'the point is to open that little hole...and you feel so stretched, don't you, pretty?' You can only whimper as he slides his cock fully from you, immediately pushing it into your pussy all over again, forcing it inside you slowly, steadily, this time his progress easier but still accompanied by that aching stretch from the sheer size of the satry's cock. He begins a slow but steady fuck, pulling all the way out of you each time, making you take those two heads again and again, gradually building speed, pausing occasionally to grind his cock into you, the tip massaging your cervix while the rest of his cock rubs you deliciously.

It's the intensity on his face that sends a nervous thrill through you again, just before he begins fucking you faster, his thrusts becoming harder, demanding. He only slides that second ridge out of you, the first rubbing over that special spot deep inside your sensitive pussy, your moans becoming more frequent as the pleasure begins to build. You can feel it, burning and tingling in your core, growing with every thrust, your cunny tightening around him even more. He halts in order to circle his hips once more, leaning down to look you in the eyes. 'I want you to feel this, so play close attention,' he groans, then pumps hard and deep into you, once, twice, three times, your pleasure surging until, on the third thrust, just as you are poised on the edge of orgasm, you feel his member throb and spurt hot cum inside you, over and over, the satyr's semen splashing deep into your cunny. The sensation is almost agonising, every pulse causing your pussy to spasm as you cum hard on his cock, the tingling pleasure growing and growing until you can hardly bear it. You don't know how long you moaned and trembled under him as he filled you, but you realise suddenly he's pulling out of you, your pussy almost grasping at his softening cock as though desperately needing to remain stretched open.

Not that it matters. The dark-haired satyr has barely withdrawn and stood before another satyr takes his place, pressing an equally large cock into your dripping hole. Your whimpers are desperate; you won't be allowed to rest, you realise, and you are so sensitive from the stretching and fucking you just received, that you can already feel another orgasm building inside you. Your mind is clearing a little, and the humiliation settles in again; you can't cum for them again, staked to the ground, naked, spread open, a second satyr now fucking you steadily harder with his triple-headed cock... He moans, clearly enjoying the heat and tightness of your pussy, even though he too can only get the first two heads inside you. It doesn't seem to bother him, his thrusts quickly becoming faster, the dark-haired satyr's semen dripping wetly down your bottom as the ridges of this cock pull it from you.

The other satyrs seem eager to make you cum for them again, now using their mouths on you as well as their hands. You feel your stiff nipples enveloped in the wet warmth of two satyr's mouths, their beards scratching pleasantly against your breasts; another satyr is licking at your belly button, occasionally sucking at the soft skin around it, while his fingers are stroking your swollen clit, every little touch sending another wave of pleasure to that growing orgasm in your core. Satyrs are licking your palms and sucking on your fingers into their mouths, their tongues wrapping around them, others kissing along your inner arms, and licking at your neck. The first satyr reappears to bend over you, pressing a kiss to your lips and flicking his tongue against yours. You can feel the excitement and tension around you building constantly; they had been holding back, you realise, but as the satyr between your legs is able to pump your pussy faster and faster, all the other satyrs know soon they won't have to be so careful with you.

That thought makes your pussy spasm, and as your orgasm washes over you the satyr groans loudly and thrusts once more, hard, deep into you, emptying his balls fully before withdrawing. You half expect the next satyr to start with a more punishing speed, but he eases into you as well, nuzzling your neck and licking at your pulse. He's bigger, your cunny has to readjust to accommodate his girth, and the ache returns while those ridges ride over all the now oversensitive spots inside your pussy. As soon as he has the first two heads inside you he builds speed, the steady pace quickly becoming a pounding rhythm. You cry out as the heads force another orgasm from your poor pussy, making you spasm around yet another thick cock. This satyr doesn't stop, though, he just thrusts hard and deep, faster and faster, over and over, his teeth nipping at your neck, his movements almost wild, until he slams into you, as deep as he can, and fills you to overflowing with more hot satyr-cum.

Then another is pressing inside you, all the way to the very end of you, taking a few experimental thrusts to fuck the last satyr's cum from your still lightly clenching pussy; then he too pounds your tender pussy without mercy. To your surprise, you feel another orgasm building inside you; you already feel weak, you don't think you could possibly manage to cum again, but that inhuman cock, those ridges, the thickness of him putting pressure on all the right places, and yet another orgasm is pulled from you. Your body is limp beneath the rutting satyr, and still weak when the next takes his place; but still they fuck you, take you, over and over, the cocks beginning to blur one into the other as every satyr takes your pussy hard and fast, each trying to get that third head in, encouraging you to take it like a good toy, take their cocks all the way, murmuring to you soothingly when you whimper helplessly after each orgasm, telling you it's okay, they'll teach you, they'll help you practice until you can take every cock there to the hilt.

And all the while they keep making you cum, either by those tormenting ridges and merciless strokes, or by teasing fingers on your pulsing clit and the hot splashes of cum deep inside you. You're exhausted, but you can't stop cumming; it's almost a game to them, each one trying to fuck every drop of cum out of you, the heads of their cocks scooping the semen from your pussy and making it drip down over your bottom, puddling under you in the grass, then trying to push that third head into your tingling, spasming pussy, shoving their cocks punishingly hard against your cervix when they fill you again.

[naughtylittlegirl]

You've lost track of time, lost count of how many satyrs have fucked you and filled you, how many have used your body for their pleasure and made you cum for them, in the middle of the sunny meadow. You hear a familiar voice in your ear; the first satyr saying with that smooth, low voice that your first lesson is almost over, as he thrusts his cock into you with a groan. You moan in response, not sure if it's his cock or his voice that's making you tingle and tremble under him as he begins to slowly fuck you; he's drawing it out, keeping his promise to make this last. And then suddenly the third head slips inside you, stretching your aching pussy to it's limits, the tip pushing against your cervix, causing it to open slightly. No one has ever made you feel this before, nothing has ever opened you this deeply, and you pant for breath as he tenderly licks your cheek, kisses your neck, whispers in your ear what a good little toy you are, taking all three heads of a big satyr cock in your pretty pussy. You're still shaking, struggling to process being this full, when he grinds his hips against you, making you feel his cock stretch you, own you, the tip tormenting your sensitive cervix, now so thoroughly punished by satyr-cock that even it is surrendering. The slow, deliberate strokes are almost worse - he withdraws fully, making you feel every head pop out of your tightly stretched pussy before pressing them all the way back in, the satyrs around you counting and applauding, making sure you don't forget for a single moment that you are on display.

That first satyr begins to thrust harder, still with those long, tormenting strokes, his own moans becoming louder as your hot, wet pussy caresses his sensitive cock. You can feel another orgasm building, unbearably, every thrust adding to the heat pooling in your belly as your pussy tries to tighten, only to be forced open again and again by a hard thrust, all the way inside you, then back out, again and again and again, mercilessly fucked into the ground. He's drawing this out, driving hard but not letting himself cum, not yet. His hand slips down to your pussylips, stroking your almost painfully swollen clit with his thumb while he watches your face closely, smiling that damned half-smile when you gasp at the thrill of pleasure running through you. He leans down to your ear once more, whispering, 'You like this, don't you? We know you do. You've cum too many times for us to not like it. Just once more, pretty. Just cum one more time, and your lesson will be over.' He punctuates that last sentence with a particularly hard thrust, and with a loud moan you cum harder than ever on the satyr's cock. He holds himself still for a few moments, enjoying the feel of your pussy massaging his stiff member before allowing himself release, filling you with spurt after spurt of hot cum, until it's spilling out around his cock.

You can hardly breathe, your entire body aching, drained; you feel the tiniest relief in the thought that it's finally over, you can finally rest. Just as you begin to slip into a sweet unconsciousness, you feel that first satyr stroke your cheek. 'Oh, we're not done yet,' he says, the half-smile almost audible. 'You can rest, pretty girl, but this was only your first lesson. You will come with us now, and we will start teaching your pussy to take us fully...until we can press your balls tight against you while we pump you full of our cum.' All you can do is whimper as they untie you, one of the satyrs lifting your limp body from the soft grass to carry you away...

[naughtylittlegirl]

This is a first person version of A Satyr Story, which I originally wrote in second person - just to provide a version that appeals to all preferences. It was inspired by some lovely conversation with a friend and one of my favourite toys, the Doc Johnson American Bombshell triple-headed dildo (looking at this will provide a helpful visual aid). Just a heads-up this does contain dubious consent/non-consent fantasy and monster sex, so if that's not your cup of tea then by all means enjoy something else )

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I'd been warned not to stray into the dark forest. Where the trees grow close together, the leaves and bark blending into deep hues of juniper and walnut and pitch, an almost eerie silence making even the air seem heavy. All the classic signs of 'do not travel deeper into this forest'. But my curiosity prodded at me until I found myself wandering away from the dappled sunlight and into the dim woods; my feet seemed to carry me forward despite my mind telling them they shouldn't...like something was tugging me onward, pulling me, drawing me deeper and deeper...

Amid that ever-urging curiosity, a sliver of nervousness began to grow, my surroundings darkening with every soft step. It was the kind of nervousness you feel when you know you should be afraid, should err on the side of caution, should turn back to the safe places you know. Yet, by foolishness or stubbornness or some other coercive force, I kept going.

One foot in front of the other. Quietly padding on the soft ground.

Eventually, through the darkness, I saw a light ahead. A shining patch of golden sunshine, glinting through the trees, and as I drew closer the little patch turned out to be a soft green meadow. I had this strange thought, that it was the meadow pulling me along. And of course I vaguely thought that was silly, but my feet kept carrying me closer and closer, until all of a sudden...the light went black.

Along with everything else.

I woke to find myself in the meadow, lying in the soft, warm grass. The sunlight above me was so bright I could hardly see anything for several moments...but it felt so warm and friendly, made me feel calm and relaxed...my eyes closed again and I was enjoying the brush of each blade of grass against my bare skin, this gentle breeze almost as warm as the sunlight, brushing over every part of my body...

That's when I realised I was feeling far too much on my bare skin. With a start, I opened my eyes and managed to lift my head; I tried to sit up, but couldn't. I was as naked as I feared, and I couldn't move my body at all. Someone had bound my wrists snugly to stakes in the grass, so my arms were stretched out and above my head; my ankles were similarly wrapped with a thick cord and spread wide apart. The sunlight kept me warm, but my nude body was almost entirely exposed, my most private parts on display in the middle of a very lovely but rather large and open meadow. The fogginess lifted just enough for me to realise that I couldn't make a sound either - I wasn't gagged, and I didn't seem to be hurt, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't call out or scream. I could only gasp as I tried over and over to pull my limbs free.

I didn't have much time to worry about any of this before the sunlight above me was blocked out by the face of a man. His beard was short, cocoa brown, his curly hair the same shade, interrupted only by...goat's ears! Even that mental fog didn't keep my heart from pounding as I realised the trouble I might be in, my eyes hastily tracking down the rest of him to confirm my fears. He was bare-chested, to his waist which was covered in coarse brown hair, which covered him down his legs, which ended in hooves...

I remember my head smacking against the relatively soft ground in dismay. He was a satyr! I'd been caught by a satyr. Alone, in the woods...

My mental rant against myself was interrupted by a deep chuckle. 'Oh good, you're awake,' he said, squatting down beside me. His eyes caught my attention first, such a bright blue they seemed to glint in the sunlight. It was a rather handsome face, although his half smile was far too mischievous for comfort. His eyes drifted unabashedly over my naked body, and I looked away, feeling myself blush at how close he was to me, nothing hidden from his gaze, and I immediately regretted this. It wasn't just a satyr that had caught me, but several. Several half-naked...or rather, entirely naked satyrs, all standing around me, looking rather intently at my bound and stripped body. I was surprised when a whimper escaped my lips, and I attempted, unsuccessfully, to speak again.

I remember the first satyr hushing me while stroking his hand over my hair soothingly. He explained I wouldn't be able to speak, and that there wasn't any use trying because I would only be able to make the sounds they enjoyed in the meadow. That made me shiver nervously, and wonder what they were going to do to me. That half smile was still there, along with a glint in his eye that made that nervous energy build again. Then he told me not to strain myself as I was still coming to, and that I was very pretty for a trespasser. That almost made me angry, but truthfully it made me feel more afraid. I hadn't known I was trespassing, I didn't know this was their meadow, how could I have? But all I could do was scowl at the satyr, and he just said it didn't matter if I knew or not, that I still had no business being there. That I was in their territory, and that's when he touched me for the first time. He lightly drew his finger down my cheek and along my jaw, almost tickling my skin, making me shiver in my bonds again. 'We are a merciful and benevolent people,' I remember him saying, while his smile grew, like it was some great joke, 'and we do not merely punish trespassers. We discipline and teach. You must be punished,' he said, while cupping my cheek, his hand feeling warmer than the sunshine, and making me, much to my embarrassment, whimper again, 'but we will make sure that you learn why you shouldn't have entered our territory...'

I don't know what frightened me more, that last comment or how he began sliding his hand gently down to my neck, slowly, like he was savouring the feel of my skin and the reaction he was causing, until his fingers wrapped around my neck so I could feel the strength of them. He didn't squeeze really, just rested his hand on me, a simple but effective gesture to highlight his control over me and my complete helplessness. Despite the warmth of the sun and his touch, I felt an almost icy fear right in my core.

The mental fog was gone, and every cautionary tale I'd ever heard about satyrs was running through my mind in vivid colour: they were passionate almost to the point of violence, insatiable lovers, taking whatever and whomever they pleased, once it was within their grasp, mercilessly. I was struggling to break free before I realised it, while the satyr sat back and watched for a few moments, chuckling at my futile efforts.

Then he leaned in to whisper in my ear, telling me it was no use, his mouth so close to me tat I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He said they'd done this before, that they knew exactly how to render me helpless. His fingers were touching me again, tracing my hipbone and then creating a long, winding pattern over my abdomen. His hand kept working it's way up my body while he told me they'd keep me exposed, just like this, and then his fingers were touching my breast, making me pull frantically at my bonds again. But he just laughed, seeming delighted when I struggled, and his firm hand cupped my breast so the heat of his touch soaked into my soft skin, while he told me this was to keep every part of body available to them for their satisfaction.

I felt all hope leave me when he said that, and my body went limp. I had never felt so vulnerable, and it seemed to set all my nerves on fire. To make things worse, the other satyrs stepped closer, some sitting beside me in the grass, and I closed my eyes tightly hoping it was all just a dream.

But that didn't keep them from touching me. I could feel all these satyrs, all men, exploring my body with their hands, and I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it. I couldn't move, I couldn't get away, I didn't even have clothing to slow them down. I couldn't beg or bargain with them either. All I could do was lie there, naked, tied tightly, unable to make a sound except moans and gasps, becoming increasingly humiliated every time they made me react like that.

Then I heard the first satyr's voice in my ear again, telling me to relax, that they would break me in gently, that they didn't want to harm me. His words were strangely comforting, and almost against my will that nervous feeling was replaced by an aroused thrill, as the satyrs stroked their hands up and down my arms, my sides, two cupping my breasts and gently squeezing, more hands caressing my legs, all the way from my hips to my feet, tickling lightly over the soles. That was even worse, I am horribly ticklish, and tied like that I just had to lie there and take it. Then the satyr told me they would do as they pleased with every inch of me, and I felt almost hypnotised by his voice; my eyes opened to look into that shimmering blue, and held my gaze for a moment then took my face in his hands, his lips brushing over my cheek, drawing another whimper from me. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips pressed to mine, soft and warm, that single intimate touch sending more pleasure through me than every hand on my body. To my sheer humiliation, I felt the last traces of resistance leaving me, drawn out of me through that kiss. My lips parted at some unspoken command, his tongue sliding between them, hot and slick, tasting of spice and heat as he methodically explored my mouth with the same intimate thoroughness that his companions were employing with the rest of me.

I gradually became aware of several other voices, the satyrs commenting how soft my skin is under their hands, how hard my pink nipples were from even the lightest touches, how I shivered when their fingers teased along my hipbones or tickled my inner thighs. I felt a blush rising hotly on my face and chest at their words, and they noticed that too; it only spurred them on, their speech becoming more explicit and seductive as their fingers explored every inch of my body, save my most private parts between my widespread legs. The first satyr broke the kiss and pulled back, disappearing into the crowd surrounding me, leaving me to be ravished by dozens of satyrs.

Another satyr, this one with a deep black beard, longer hair, and a broad grin, was sitting between my legs, one hand rubbing my thigh while the other was wrapped around his cock. He was stroking himself slowly, coaxing the hard shaft from its furry sheath, watching my reaction. His thick cock quickly became swollen and hard, until he was larger than most human males, but what was most alarming was the shape. The satyr phallus has three glans - a large head, broad and smooth, that I knew just by looking at it would stretch me so wide, but below that head are two more, each with a very defined ridge. I whimpered again, despite myself, half-heartedly tugging at my bonds, my humiliation escalating again when I realised that same curiosity that drew me there was making me wonder how it would feel to be stretched and filled by a triple-headed cock; and not out of fear, but desire.

'I get to be the first one to stretch that tiny hole,' I remember the black-haired satyr rumbling in a deep voice, grinning broadly which made me feel a little afraid again, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft of his member, until a drop of precum formed at the tip, dripping down onto my lower abdomen. The others were preparing me, touching me in every sensitive place they could find. They stroked me behind my knees, along my tummy, gently pinched and pulled my nipples until they were swollen, licked my neck and wrists with hot, slick tongues. The black-haired satyr slid his hand up my thigh until his fingertips touched my bare pussy lips, lightly drawing those fingers down my tender folds, and I flushed again as I realised how slippery wet I'd become. He pressed his fingers between my labia, touching me leisurely, tracing over my silken folds, down, down, down until he reached my entrance. His fingers paused there, rubbing light circles around my tight, wet hole, giving me a tingling massage that made me moan aloud.

I heard the others laughing at my reaction, then suddenly the satyr's knees were pressing into my bare thighs, the coarse hair brushing against my skin, and the head of his cock, so hot and hard, was rubbing against my slick cunny. I tried to protest, still unable to speak, unable to do anything but whimper and moan and feel every touch from these wicked satyrs. The black-haired satyr grinned at me again as he pressed forward slightly, his cock sliding up my pussy to push at my swollen, sensitive clit, making my entire body tremble with the first ripples of pleasure. He began to rub the heads of his cock along my pussy, each ridge tugging at my clit, the ripples turning into waves as he masturbated me with his heavy member.

He spoke again, still concentrating on rubbing me, saying, 'We've done this before, pretty girl. We can make you enjoy this...we want you to enjoy this.' He continued to steadily massage my throbbing clit, his shaft now coated with my wetness so it could slide against me easily. 'We want you to enjoy this, because then your body can take so much more...it's why we're so gentle at the start...' That made my heart pound again, although I couldn't bring myself to try to struggle anymore. 'If we break you in carefully,' he said, while he moved his cock slowly down to rest against my dripping hole, 'this will all last far longer. And we want to play with our new toy for a long, long time.'

I shivered and whimpered at his words, knowing I couldn't do anything to stop him or any of the other satyrs. Their hands were still stroking me gently, almost soothingly, as they watched, enraptured, as the black-haired satyr pushed his hips forward again. That smooth, round head began to stretch my tight hole open, making me ache slightly as he advanced. He moaned, and loudly described how nice and warm my 'little pink flower' was. I'm sure I was blushing crimson, and I wanted to disappear into the grass from humiliation.

He shifted his hips closer, that rough hair prickling my skin, and he leaned over me to rest his weight on his hands, his cock still pressed against my entrance. His hips rocked against me, making short thrusts to ease his hard, throbbing cock into me, every tiny advance coaxing my pussy open a little further. As he sank deeper into my tight hole, I feel slight tingles beginning to run through my pussy again, and I tried to squirm from the pleasure. This only served to heighten my helplessness, though, with my legs stretched so wide that my hips could barely shift at all. The others were teasing me more now, a hand rubbing on either side of my sensitive clit, trying to help me relax and accept the satyr's massive phallus, the others massaging every part of my body, from my toes all the way up to my breasts. I glanced around, that curious part of me wanting to see the owners of those hands, and I whimpered again when I realised all the satyrs were stroking their erect cocks with one hand while touching me with the other as they watched the slow fuck of my stretched pussy intently.

I moaned then as more of the head pressed into me, almost forcing my cunny open, that black-haired satyr murmuring encouragement to me. He kept saying things like, 'That's it, let me in...let my hard cock open your soft little flower, pretty girl...going to stretch you so good,' and then with a slightly harder thrust I was stretched wider than ever by this incredibly thick cock. He told me I felt so good, and that he'd stretch me so I could take my punishment and earn my first lesson, while his hips still thrust carefully but with more urgency. He leaned down to kiss my mouth wetly, his tongue licking at my lips until they parted to allow him to deepen the kiss. My entire body relaxed as his tongue snaked into my mouth, touching and probing, and I gasped around that tongue when suddenly the first head of his cock slipped fully into my pussy, my entrance closing around that first ridge and holding him snugly inside me.

I felt him smile against my lips, not breaking the kiss, halting the thrusts so he could enjoy the pressure of my pussy wrapped around his member and to let me get used to the size of him. His tongue teased mine for several moments before he leaned back up, telling me to make lots of noise for them as he grinned cheekily at me, moving his hips in a circle so his cock shifted and rubbed inside me, making me feel the massive size of him, forcing unexpected waves of pleasure and moans from my trapped body - my hole was so tiny by comparison that it almost hurt being filled by the head alone, but the tingling rivulets of pleasure gradually made the ache subside as I adjusted. He asked me if I liked it, and I found myself nodding without really meaning to admit such a thing. He grinned again, saying he had so much more to give me, asking, just to make me blush more, if I wanted a little more. His hips snapped forward and I moaned again, louder this time, as my pussy began to stretch open again, his cock touching me just incrementally deeper, but it was enough to make me shudder under him.

The satyr returned to his rhythm of short thrusts, but I stretched much more readily now that the first head had opened me up. My resistance was entirely gone; I still blushed every time the satyr's cock made me moan and whimper, but I could feel myself accepting his cock with far more willingness, even eagerness, than I'd like to admit. I knew there was no use in resisting, that I had to take that throbbing cock. Another shudder wracked my body as the second head slipped into me, and this time the satyr pressed forward, pushing his cock steadily deeper until I felt the tip touching my cervix, and he stopped, grinding against me to torment me with wave after wave of pleasure.

I could just feel the flare of the third ridge at the opening of my pussy, almost beginning to stretch me once more. The satyr frowned slightly, pushing harder, trying to fit the third ridge inside me, the pressure of the tip against my tender cervix becoming uncomfortable for a few moments before he relented. He grinned again, saying it didn't matter, that the point was to open up my little hole. And as he slowly drew his cock out of me, my cunny clinging to him so that each ridge pulled at my sensitive walls, he asked me if I felt stretched, just to humiliate me further. I could only whimper as he pulled his cock fully out of me, then immediately pushed it into my pussy all over again, forcing it inside me slowly, steadily, this time his progress easier but still accompanied by that aching stretch from the sheer size of the satyr's cock. He began a slow but steady fuck, pulling all the way out of me each time, making me take those two heads again and again, gradually building speed, pausing occasionally to grind his cock into me, the tip massaging my poor cervix while the rest of his cock rubbed me deliciously.

It was the intensity on his face that sent a nervous thrill through me again, just before he began fucking me faster, his thrusts becoming harder, demanding. He only slid that second ridge out of me, the first rubbing over that special spot deep inside my sensitive pussy, my moans becoming more frequent as the pleasure began to build. I could feel it burning and tingling in my core, growing with every thrust, my cunny tightening around him even more. He halted in order to circle his hips once more, leaning down to look me in the eyes. 'I want you to feel this, so play close attention,' he groaned, then pumped hard and deep into me, once, twice, three times, my pleasure surging until, on the third thrust, just as I was poised on the edge of orgasm, I felt his member throb and spurt hot cum inside me, over and over, the satyr's semen splashing deep into my cunny. The sensation was almost agonising, every pulse causing my pussy to spasm as I came hard on his cock, the tingling pleasure growing and growing until I could hardly bear it. I don't know how long I moaned and trembled under him as he filled me, but I realised suddenly that he was pulling out of me, my pussy almost grasping at his softening cock as though desperately needing to remain stretched open.

Not that it mattered. The dark-haired satyr had barely withdrawn and stood before another satyr took his place, pressing an equally large cock into my dripping hole. My whimpers were desperate as I realised I wouldn't be allowed to rest, and I was so sensitive from the stretching and fucking I'd just received that I could already feel another orgasm building inside me. My mind was clearing a little, and the humiliation settled in again; I couldn't cum for them again, staked to the ground, naked, spread open, a second satyr now fucking me steadily harder with his triple-headed cock... He moaned, clearly enjoying the heat and tightness of my pussy, even though he too could only get the first two heads inside me. It didn't seem to bother him, his thrusts quickly becoming faster, the dark-haired satyr's semen dripping wetly down my bottom as the ridges of this new cock pulled it from me.

The other satyrs seemed eager to make me cum for them again, and began using their mouths on me as well as their hands. I felt my stiff nipples enveloped in the wet warmth of two satyr's mouths, their beards scratching pleasantly against my breasts; another satyr was licking at my belly button, occasionally sucking at the soft skin around it, while his fingers stroked my swollen clit, every little touch sending another wave of pleasure to that growing orgasm in my core. Satyrs were licking my palms and sucking my fingers into their mouths, their tongues wrapping around them, others kissing along my inner arms, and licking at my neck. The first satyr reappeared to bend over me, pressing a kiss to my lips and flicking his tongue against mine. I could feel the excitement and tension around me building constantly; they had been holding back, I suddenly knew, but as the satyr between my legs was able to pump my pussy faster and faster, all the other satyrs understood that soon they wouldn't have to be so careful with me.

That thought made my pussy spasm, and as my orgasm washed over me the satyr groaned loudly and thrust once more, hard, deep into me, emptying his balls fully before withdrawing. I half expected the next satyr to start with a more punishing speed, but he eased into me as well, nuzzling my neck and licking at my pulse. He was bigger, and my cunny has to readjust to accommodate his girth, the ache returning while those ridges rode over all the now oversensitive spots inside my pussy. As soon as he had the first two heads inside me, he began fucking me faster, the steady pace quickly becoming a pounding rhythm. I cried out as the heads forced another orgasm from my poor pussy, making me spasm around yet another thick cock. This satyr didn't stop, though, he just thrust hard and deep, faster and faster, over and over, his teeth nipping at my neck, his movements almost wild, until he slammed into me, as deep as he could, and filled me to overflowing with more hot satyr-cum.

Then another was pressing inside me, all the way to the very end of me, taking a few experimental thrusts to fuck the last satyr's cum from my still lightly clenching pussy; then he too pounded my tender pussy without mercy. To my surprise, I felt yet another orgasm building inside me; I already felt weak, I didn't think I could possibly manage to cum again, but that inhuman cock, those ridges, the thickness of him putting pressure on all the right places, and yet another orgasm was pulled from me, the tingling pleasure becoming tortuous and making me nearly scream from the sensation. My body was limp beneath the rutting satyr, and still weak when the next took his place; but still they fucked me, taking me, over and over, the cocks beginning to blur one into the other as every satyr took my pussy hard and fast, each trying to get that third head in, encouraging me to take it like a good toy, take their cocks all the way, murmuring to me soothingly whenever I whimpered helplessly after each orgasm, nearly in tears from the intensity of it all, telling me it was okay, they would teach me, they would help me practice until I could take every cock there to the hilt.

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And all the while they keep making me cum, either by those tormenting ridges and merciless strokes, or by teasing fingers on my pulsing clit and the hot splashes of cum deep inside me. I was exhausted, but I couldn't stop cumming; it was almost a game to them, each one trying to fuck every drop of cum out of me, the heads of their cocks scooping the semen from my pussy and making it drip down over my bottom, puddling under me in the grass, then trying to push that third head into my tingling, spasming pussy, shoving their cocks punishingly hard against my cervix when they filled me again.

I lost track of time, lost count of how many satyrs have fucked and filled me, how many had used my body for their pleasure and made me cum for them, in the middle of the sunny meadow. I heard a familiar voice in my ear; the first satyr saying with that smooth, low voice that my first lesson was almost over, as he thrust his cock into me with a load groan. Even with all of those massive cocks fucking me relentless, my pussy was still stretched tight around him, and I moaned in response, not sure if it was his cock or his voice that made me tingle and tremble under him. He began to slowly fuck me, drawing it out, keeping his promise to make this last. And then suddenly the third head slipped inside me, stretching my aching pussy to its limits, the tip pushing against my cervix, causing it to open slightly. No one ad ever made me feel this before, nothing had ever opened me this deeply, and I panted for breath as he tenderly licked my cheek, kissed my neck, whispered in my ear what a good little toy I was, taking all three heads of a big satyr cock in my pretty pussy. I was still shaking, struggling to process being this full, my body hardly knowing want to do with the sensation of the tip of his cock opening my cervix even that tiny little bit, when he ground his hips against me, making me feel his cock stretch me more, own me, the tip tormenting my poor, sensitive cervix, now so thoroughly punished by satyr-cock that even it was surrendering to them. The slow, deliberate strokes were almost worse - he withdrew fully, making me feel every head pop out of my tightly stretched pussy before pressing them all the way back in, the satyrs around me counting and applauding, making sure I didn't forget for a single moment that I was on display.

That first satyr began to thrust harder, still with those long, tormenting strokes, his own moans becoming louder as my hot, wet pussy caressed his sensitive cock. I could feel another orgasm building, unbearably, every thrust adding to the heat pooling in my belly as my pussy tried to tighten, only to be forced open again and again by a hard thrust, all the way inside me, then back out, again and again and again, mercilessly fucked into the ground. He was drawing this out, driving hard but not letting himself cum, not yet. His hand slipped down to my pussylips, stroking my almost painfully swollen clit with his thumb while he watched my face closely, smiling that damned half-smile when I gasped at the thrill of pleasure running through me. He leaned down to my ear once more, whispering words I'll never forget: 'You like this, don't you? We know you do. You've cum too many times for us to not like it. Just once more, pretty. Just cum one more time, and your lesson will be over.' He punctuated that last sentence with a particularly hard thrust, and with a loud moan I came harder than ever on the satyr's cock. He held himself still for a few moments, enjoying the feel of my pussy massaging his stiff member before allowing himself release, filling me with spurt after spurt of hot cum, until it was spilling out around his cock.

I could hardly breathe, my entire body aching, drained; I felt the tiniest relief in the thought that it was finally over, I could finally rest. Just as I began to slip into a sweet unconsciousness, I felt that first satyr stroke my cheek again. I could almost hear his half-smile as he told me they weren't done yet, that I could rest but that this was only my first lesson, and that I would come with them now and they would start teaching my pussy to take them fully. Until they could press their balls tight against me while they pumped me full of their cum. I only had enough energy to whimper as they untied me, one of the satyrs lifting my limp body from the soft grass to carry me away...

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Nice story. I really look forward to lesson 2 and 3 ;-)
So please Continue the story soon. Instant notification activated. :-)