[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.