“Don’t whip her,” Gregor said.
“Treise ordered me to,” Barth replied. “Can’t I, just a little, before I fuck her?”
“Please,” Addy cried, “Gregor, don’t let him.” She twisted her head around to look at Barth. “Richard will kill you if you whip me without permission.”
Barth looked at her struggling ass, then back to Gregor. He opened his mouth, but Gregor shook his head before Barth could speak. “He will,” Gregor said. “Sir Richard loves his little sister.”
“Aw-w-w-w,” Barth lowered his arm and dropped the whip to the floor. “At least let me fuck her.”
Addy squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s okay, Gregor. Let the dirty little beast fuck me, then send him away.”
Gregor nodded and Barth dropped his trousers. He snuggled up against Addy’s petite little buttocks, his already hardened cock bulldozing into her moist sanctuary of Venus.
“She’s already wet,” he said with a huge grin. He closed his eyes, tilted back his head, and rocked forward and back, luxuriating in the ecstasy of her pussy.
Gregor sat down, crossed his arms, and watched the proceedings with interest.
The moon had long since passed its midnight rendezvous with the top of the star-studded sky, and was shambling off to the west when Barth pulled his sagging cock out of Addy’s thrice-fucked pussy. “Gawdalmighty!” he grunted. “She’s a fine fuck, but I’m drained. Got to rest a bit before I ream her again.” He sagged and sprawled out on the floor, his face under hers, her long blonde hair tickling his nose. “You’re a real sex engine,” he gasped between his panting. “Think I should keep you here to pleasure my cock every night.”
“Swine!” She spat into his face. He rubbed it into his skin and lanky hair, laughing. “I’ve got a present for you, too.” He scooted his torso under her, gripped his cock, aimed it upward and urinated.
Gregor slipped out of the room unnoticed. “Enough!” he growled. He led his horse out of the shed behind his tower, mounted, and galloped off toward Blackthorne House.
Barth’s eyes drooped, his breathing slowed. A moment later he was snoring.
“What’s that?” Allan asked, rising up on one elbow.
“The kitchen door,” Richard replied. “Someone just came in and slammed it.” They heard voices approaching.
“Where’s Lady Caroline?” Gregor’s voice bellowed.
“She’s gone to Lympwyk with Crom,” Selby answered. “Sir Richard and Sir Allan are in the parlor.”
“He’s home! Wonderful. What happened?”
“Sir Richard can tell you. He and Sir Allan are still awake.”
Gregor burst into the room, rushed over to Richard and clasped his hand in both of his. “Welcome back, Sir. I have terrible news.”
“What?” Both Richard and Allan sat up, their faces pale in the lamplight.
“It’s your sister, Addy. Miss Treise is holding her captive in my tower. She got Barth, and he’s fucking her cruelly.”
“Treise? What...!”
“There’s more. She has Lissa. She’s taking her to the stone circle.”
“My God,” Richard’s face turned to chalk. “There’s a full moon tonight. She’s in terrible danger!”
Selby stepped forward. “Your Aunt Caroline thinks she is the one behind your kidnapping, and Lissa’s disappearance.”
“We’ve got to rescue the girls.” Richard grimaced as he tried to stand up. “Get Dr. Woolsey. He’s got to give me something for this pain so I can ride.”
Gregor looked at Richard’s red, inflamed cock. “What in hell did they do to you?”
“I was held prisoner, strapped to a frame while some girls took turns masturbating me continuously.” A brief smile flickered across his lips. “They were naked and very pretty. It was fun for the first hour, I was cumming every ten minutes. Then it began to hurt, and got worse every minute. My balls were tender and sensitive, and one of those little fiends kept tickling and caressing them until I was cumming almost constantly. I kept fainting from the constant stimulation. It was fun, but it really exhausted me!” His face flooded with fury. “Damn them! Look at my overworked cock. Now I can’t fuck for at least three days.” He turned to Selby. “Fetch the doctor. Tell him it’s urgent. Go, man!”
Selby scurried out of the room and up the stairs.
Lissa hung against the cold stone pillar, its rough surface chafing her naked back. She had stopped crying, and sniffled as she waited for the dawn, and rescue.
The moon had slipped down to the treetops, and the forest in front of her was an inky silhouette. Then something moved at the edge of the forest. A bent figure slipped from between the trees and crouched behind a standing stone. A horned head peeked from behind the stone, its glowing yellow eyes staring at Lissa’s defenseless nudity. She heard it suck in a hissing breath.
Lissa’s eyes flicked from left to right as more shrunken figures peered out from behind the many stones. She flung her head from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth stretched open in a long, wailing scream. Dozens of small humanoid bodies stepped into the circle, their horned heads nodding, their grinning mouths drooling. They crept relentlessly toward Lissa on their goat-like legs, their ponderous erections waggling an unmistakable threat.
Chapter Seven
Spawn Of The Nightmare Gods
“Richa-a-ard!” Lissa’s shriek echoed from the circle of stones and was swallowed in the surrounding forest. As the sound faded, she heard the satyr’s voices; laughter like pebbles pouring into an earthen pot.
They were closing in on her, surrounding the pillar on all sides, their circle of bodies moving slowly forward on hoofed feet. When they were less than a yard from the pillar, they stopped. Lissa whimpered, her heart hammering, her full, round breasts surging with her terrified breathing. More than a hundred brown-haired satyrs looked up at Lissa’s naked beauty, grinning and chattering, nodding their heads at each other. Long, dripping, tubular red tongues darted out, licking their grinning lips, flicking back and forth with lecherous anticipation.
The tallest, wearing a laurel crown of blood-red autumn leaves stepped forward. His leathery hand reached up to touch her dangling foot.
“No!” Lissa screamed. She bent her knees, drawing her legs up against her torso.
The Satyrs exploded in raucous laughter, holding their shaking bellies. The leaf-crowned king of the satyr’s extended both his arms up toward her. He spoke the one word of their language Lissa could understand, the one word she dreaded most; “Yes!”
A pudgy, muscled satyr flexed his arms and strode to the stone pillar. He fussed with the knotted end of the rope tied to a ringbolt at the bottom of the pillar, the rope that held Lissa up beyond their reach. He worked slowly, glancing up at her with a lewd grin as he undid the cunning twist and weave of the knot.
Lissa closed her eyes and shook her head, “No—o-o-o, no-o-o-o, please, let this all be a horrible nightmare. Please let me wake up and see the sun shining through my bedroom window!” She opened her eyes and looked down. The horned heads were still tilted back, their small, feral faces leering at her with glowing yellow eyes.
Lissa gasped as she felt the rope slip through the ringbolt above her, lowering her a few inches closer to those groping, squeezing fingers. She was gasping, tiny whimpers tumbling from her trembling lips. The rope slid another few inches, and they could almost reach her.
Her body sank half a foot lower. They cheered as the king of the satyrs’ hand flashed up and gripped Lissa’s ankle. A ravenousness shout of animal lust rose up and closed around her like the claws of a savage beast.
Lissa went mad with terror and thrashed wildly, feeling the rope slide down and a host of leathery fingers grasping her naked flesh. The satyrs hooted and began a frenzied dance around the stone pillar, chanting some dark, primate mating spell. Lissa’s body touched the ground.
The satyrs swarmed over her, slipping a rough-hewn wooden pole between her bound wrists and ankles. Another rope was
tied around her waist, holding her naked body tight against the pole. Two groups of the strongest creatures clutched each end of the pole and lifted it onto their shoulders. They marched off northward into the trees, singing their victory song. Their long, erect cocks danced and bobbed in time with their melody. Lissa fainted.
The moon dissolved into the water of the loch as the eastern sky blushed with a hint of dawn. The Satyr’s voices faded in the distance as they, their glee, and their victim vanished from the world of men and women.
Caroline and Crom careened along the forest path in the cart, the horse sweating and snorting. Gregor rode alongside on his horse, Merlin.
“You should not have waited so long,” Caroline said above the clatter. “What could Barth be doing to Addy now?”
“Fucking her, probably,” he answered. “If we get to my tower before Treise returns, Addy will be safe enough.”
Caroline turned to Crom, “Can’t this horse go any faster?” Crom cracked the whip over the horse and it whinnied, turf and dirt flying from its thundering hooves.
“There, I see Gregor’s tower,” Caroline said. “I’d better not find anything wrong with Addy.” She massaged the butt of her pistol. “Slow down, I don’t want whoever is in there to know we’re here.” They stopped and walked quietly the last hundred yards.
Addy’s voice drifted out the second-floor window, “Stop, you beast! Haven’t you had enough? That hurts!”
Aunt Caroline rushed in the door and up the curving stairs with a shout of vengeance. “Damn you!” she screamed at Barth. He was fucking Addy while she was still strapped over the whipping bench. Barth’s one hand gripped her waist, while the other swung up and down, lacing red stripes across her back with a flogger.
Aunt Caroline’s shot went wild, splattering against the curving stone wall above Barth’s head. He dropped the flogger and whirled around, his face a mask of terror. Caroline was now holding the butt of her pistol in both hands, squinting along the barrel aiming directly between Barth’s eyes.
“No!” Crom shouted, grabbing her arm and raising it. “Killing him will not stop the kidnapping, or help us find Lissa.” He released Caroline and strode over to Barth, grabbing his rapidly shrinking cock. He bent, his snarling face only an inch from Barth’s nose. “Tell us where Treise took Lissa, or by the gods, I’ll rip it out by the roots!” He gave Barth’s cock a threatening yank.
“AUGH! OW! No, please, I didn’t mean any harm. Miss Treise, she ordered me to...”
Caroline bounded over to the men and screamed into Barth’s face, “Where’s Treise taking Lissa?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know—OW! OWCH!”
Gregor was tugging Barth’s cock, lifting him up onto the tips of his toes.
“I’m telling the truth—she didn’t tell me where she was going.”
“What direction did she go when she left you?”
“N-northwest, towards the forest. OW! Please, you’re going to damage it!”
Gregor released Barth and he crumpled to the floor, whining and tenderly cradling his stretched cock in his hands.
“The stone circle,” Crom said.
“And a full moon tonight! The satyrs! They will think Lissa is one of the captive girls, and...” She ran to the stairway, beckoning to Crom and Gregor. “Hurry, we have to get there before...oh, my God, I hope we’re not too late.”
“You go with Miss Caroline in the cart,” Crom said, tossing his pistol to Gregor. “Let me borrow your horse. I’m going to teach this whining coward not to mess with the Cailean family, or their guests!”
“She ordered me to,” Barth sobbed. “Miss Treise ordered me. I had to obey orders!”
Crom gripped his arm and dragged him across the floor to the stairs.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Take you back to your pasture and the cattle you were ordered to guard.”
“Oh, thank you, Mister Crom, thank you.”
Crom scowled at Barth. “Don’t you thank me, you worm. We’re not done with you yet!”
“What? What do you mean? Ow! Ow! Ow!” Barth yelped each time his ass thudded against the next step as Crom dragged him down the stairway. Outside, he tied Barth’s hands behind him and selected a handy willow-switch. He mounted Gregor’s horse and turned toward the pasture. “Now, you’re going to run all the way back to where you belong. Let’s go!” He lunged with his arm, striking the willow switch across Barth’s ass.
“Yeow!” Barth leapt forward, fish-tailing his ass as he ran. The horse bounded along beside him, as Crom encouraged Barth’s efforts with regular swats across his back and buttocks.
When they reached the pasture, and the now-smoldering campfire, Crom halted Barth and glanced around. “That corner fence post and rails look perfect.”
“Huh?” Barth’s eyes widened. “What...?”
“Get over there. Stand with your back to the post.”
SWAT!
“OW! Yes, sir, Mister Crom.”
Crom fetched the coil of rope hanging over the fence and bound Barth’s arms behind the post and tied his torso tight against it. Then he lifted Barth’s leg, pulling it to one side and tying it high up to the rail. He did the same to Barth’s other leg, tying it to the other rail, spreading Barth ninety degrees, his crotch open and defenseless.
“Now for the appetizer.” Crom rummaged through Barth’s food knapsack until he found a tin of rich, buttery cream.
“Let’s add an irresistible flavor to that cock of yours.”
Barth stared, wild-eyed, as Crom lifted his cock and poured the cream on it, making sure it was well coated, and drenched his pubic hair.
The suckling calves were awake, lifting their heads and sniffing the fragrance of breakfast in the pre-dawn breeze.
“No! Don’t leave me here like this,” Barth’s voice was shrill, and cracked. “Please, Mister Crom, it ain’t human!” His eyes bulged as he watched the suckling calves struggle to their feet. “Mister Crom...No! There’s more than a hundred of them!”
Crom swung his body up on the horse. “While you are serving breakfast, think about what you did to Miss Addy.”
“No! Mister Crom!” Barth watched Crom gallop off. He whimpered as he saw the calves mosey toward him, heads lifted, flared nostrils sniffing the promise of mother’s milk.
“Nice bossy,” Barth sobbed. “Go find your mommy!”
“Ma-a-a-a!” the leading calf bawled. He snorted and trotted up between Barth’s legs.
“She’s gone!” Caroline said as she and Gregor ran into the circle of stones.
“The rope,” he replied, “is still there, hanging from the ringbolt.” He dropped to his knees and examined the ground. “Tiny hoof prints, dozens of them. They were here, and took Lady Lissa away.”
“The hoof prints lead off this way,” Caroline said. She peered at the edge of the forest. “They went towards the abandoned vineyard.”
“And their home, wherever that may be.”
“We have to follow them!”
“As far as we can. But if they are as clever as I think they are, we will lose their trail as soon as we enter the forest.”
“We have to try!”
They followed the cloven-hoofed track across the clearing and into the eaves of the wood. Here the track widened out, fading in the drifts of leaves and rotting twigs. There was no path.
“That poor girl,” Caroline said. “What do you think they will do to her?”
“The same thing I would, if she were a captive girl. They will fuck her until they can’t get an erection anymore. That could take a few days.”
“They won’t injure her, will they?”
“Your brother, Sir Drake, made a contract with them a long time ago. We provide them with a captive girl to fuck once a month, on the night of a full moon. In exchange, they give us their secret aphrodisiac wine. They’ve never injured a girl yet, but we can’t take that for granted. They never took a girl away from the circle before, either. That wor
ries me.”
“Perhaps it was because dawn was breaking, and they wouldn’t have time to fuck her here.”
“I hope that’s all it is.” Gregor straightened up, his huge muscular frame stretching up on his toes. “Can’t see anything more now.”
Caroline turned slowly, scanning the trees and bushes. “I can’t see or hear anything. We need more men to search for Lissa. There’s nothing more we can do now. Let’s return to Blackthorne House and organize a proper search.”
“After we catch Treise. We can’t let her escape.”
“Right. Let’s get back to your tower. I expect that’s where she will be right now, wondering what happened to Addy and Barth.”
As they rode back in the cart, Gregor searched both sides of the path, but saw nothing unusual. When they reached the tower, they heard Treise inside, raging and cursing. Treise ran out the door and towards them as the cart stopped.
“Where is she? Where is Addy? I have to punish her!” Treise’s eyes rolled wildly. She staggered and pressed her hand under her bleeding armpit, sinking to her knees. Her voice weakened, “Got to make Richard love me...,” she fell forward, rolled onto her back, her glazed eyes staring unseeing at the sky. Her voice now was only a whisper, “Love me again.” Her eyes closed and her head sagged to the side.
Caroline gasped, “What’s wrong with her?”
Gregor leapt from the cart and knelt beside Treise. “She’s been acting like she was crazy. There’s something terribly wrong with her.” He checked her pulse and breathing. “She’s alive, just unconscious.” He lifted her arm and examined the scratches and needle marks. “Damn! She’s been injecting herself with some kind of drug!” He lifted her body and lay it in the back of the cart. “I wonder where Cameo, her horse, is?”
“Quick, never mind her horse,” Caroline said, “back to the house! She needs Doctor Woolsey’s attention. What a stupid little bitch she is!”
Gregor jumped into the seat and the cart clattered off, the horse at a gallop.
Lissa woke in confusion, the hissing and gibbering of a hundred male creatures surrounding her. The roof above was dark, the rough unhewn stone of a cave. Flickering firelight sputtered in a half-dozen torches fastened to the walls of the circular chamber. It gleamed red on the oaken poles of the large wooden cage she lay in. She raised up on one elbow, blinking her eyes to focus on the movement.
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