"Gretchen and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn"
by
Gretchen hit the shower the second she entered the house. This week had
been a total disaster and she needed to get far away from the world.
She stripped off her clothes and left a trail of discarded work attire
in her wake. She flipped on the water and quickly lathered up and
rinsed off, letting the water caress her breasts and flow down between
her legs and across her slit, enjoying the brief sensation. After
toweling off, she went to her room and grabbed a pair of cargo hiking
shorts, a long sleeve cotton T-shirt and a pair of white socks.
While Gretchen was not like the rail thin girls you often see on the
covers of magazines, her full breasts and hips made her exude a
sexuality that men found arousing. It was almost like she triggered a
very basic mating instinct. She didn't hand out sexual favors like
candy to anyone who might come along. However, when she did find
someone appealing, years after the fact they would still have a
hormonal reaction just thinking about an encounter with her.
She sat down on the edge of her bed and hurriedly pulled on the
clothing, intentionally leaving off panties as she wanted to feel the
air tickling her neatly trimmed blonde fur for the rest of the evening
through the oversized leg openings of her cargo shorts. She moved
quickly as she was not going to take the chance of her phone ringing
and upsetting her escape.
Having dressed, Gretchen went down the hall to the back door where her
backpack and hiking boots lay next to the door. Her pack was already
filled with camping necessities, so all she had to do was make a quick
dash into the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of water and some
military food packs that a friend had given her. As an afterthought,
she reached into the ice box and grabbed an unopened bottle of Cella
wine, complete with the perfect for camping twist-off cap. She quickly
stuffed the food and drink items into her gear and stepped out the back
door carrying both the pack and her boots.
Sitting on the rough concrete of her back steps, she slipped on her
boots and tightened up the laces. Luckily, the back of her home faced a
large forest, otherwise somebody might have seen between her spread
legs the ample soft lips that covered the entrance to her sex that was
enjoying the breeze that drifted in one leg hole and out the other.
While Gretchen enjoyed the sensation, her mind was fixed on getting
away and into the woods as soon as possible.
With her boots now comfortably fitted, Gretchen slung her backpack over
her shoulders and cinched the straps while walking towards the quiet
forest. It was late September and the first smell of autumn struck her
nose as she crossed the border from yard to woods. It is always
relaxing to feel the change of weather from one season to another and
Gretchen felt the stress of the week begin to fall away as she followed
a deer trail farther from civilization and closer to nature. She
figured she had two to two and a half hours of good light left, so she
planned to camp about 2 miles back into the woods. Just far enough to
drown out any sounds and lights from the world she wanted to leave
behind for a day.
After an hour of walking up and down some beautiful valleys, Gretchen
came upon a rock cliff rising directly up in her path. It looked like a
fantastic spot to spend the night so she dropped her pack and untied
her tent from its bottom. She had put up this tent many times so the
whole process only took about ten minutes. She then pulled out her
sleeping bag and unrolled it in the roughly six foot square dome tent.
She placed her pack to one side of her temporary quarters and began
preparing for the night.
Gretchen walked around gathering stones that lay on the ground near the
cliff and created a fire pit about fifteen feet in front of the tent.
Once the four foot circle was complete, she gathered dead wood from the
area and piled it into place so that a little later she could build a
roaring fire to make the scene complete. What she did not notice during
this activity was the ring of mushrooms that made another circle about
30 feet in diameter from just in front of the tent to the other side of
the fire pit, with the pit itself just about centered.
There is a name for these odd formations: a faery circle. For thousands
of years they have been believed to be mystical places where the world
of the real and the fantastic overlap.
As it began to get dark, Gretchen arranged the firewood and some
kindling and started the flames with a butane lighter she always kept
in her backpack. As the day drifted off to night, the flames made a
dancing light in the area of her camp. She noticed that the fire was
burning blue and green rather than the normal red and yellow, but she
dismissed it as something about the wood she had picked up.
She kicked back and opened the bottle of wine and drank it straight
from the bottle, feeling a little like some hobo from a depression era
film. Gretchen had no intention of getting drunk, so when she began to
feel a small buzz she recapped the bottle and set it by the tent.
When she went back to sit by the fire, she thought she heard the sound
of a reed flute in the distance. Gretchen turned her head from side to
side, but could never catch enough of the sound to be sure whether it
was real or just something she was imagining. She went back to the tent
and picked up a small blanket, spread it out on the ground and laid
back on it and looked at the stars through the boughs of the trees.
Suddenly, she had the odd feeling of being watched and sat up in a
panic. At the edge of the firelight she could make out the figure of
what seemed to be a man. Curiosity turned immediately to fear as she
was totally alone and possibly in danger. At that moment, the wind blew
in from behind the unknown figure carrying with it a musky sweet scent
like that of a clean animal. It must have contained some kind of
pheromone as well, because her fear melted away as fast as it had
appeared.
She continued to stare at the dark figure and said nothing. Without any
words or warning, it stepped into the light and walked straight towards
the fire.
It was not a man, or at least not all of one.
Standing some ten feet away from her was a creature that was human from
the waist up and animal from there down. It walked gracefully on cloven
hooves and smiled at her like this was the most natural meeting that
could take place. His hair was curly and black on his head and he was
smooth skinned on his chest and arms. His lower body seemed to be
covered in fur like a goat or a ram.
He moved closer and his pleasant musky scent kept her quite calm. She
remembered an old book called The Wind in the Willows with a chapter
called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
The main character in that chapter was called Pan and he was a Satyr.
This either had to be him or one of his relatives.
Still without saying anything, the Satyr took a small leather bag from
around his neck and removed a leaf. He placed it in his mouth, chewed
it for a minute and walked right up to Gretchen and squatted down next
to her. Still smiling, he blew a breath into her face. It smelled of
cinnamon and fall leaves. Gretchen immediately felt relaxed and
terribly sleepy. As she began to slump over, the Satyr swept her up in
his arms and like she was no burden at all, took off at a trot through
the woods.
Gretchen dozed in and out but was constantly surrounded by the scent of
the wonderful musk and didn't know if they had gone one mile or ten.
She finally fell dead asleep with her head against her captor's chest.
When Gretchen began to come back to her senses, the Satyr was entering
the mouth of a cave, still carrying her in his arms. The sweet musky
smell still held her spellbound and she could feel that her sex was
warm and wet, wanting to be touched. After twenty feet or so, the
creature pushed aside a skin covering to another section of the cave
and soft light filled the room as they entered. There was a fire
burning next to a wall under a hole in the cave ceiling and small
torches dotted the walls. The gentle beast set Gretchen down lightly on
a soft bower covered with clean fur and looked down at her smiling. He
made a growling sound, but not a menacing one. It made one think of the
happy purr of a large cat.
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In most paintings, the Satyr is shown with just fur from the waist
down, but this one was wearing what could best be described as a
leather loin sling that held his obviously male features. He pulled a
string and allowed the sling to fall to the cave floor. Gretchen gasped
slightly as she saw his substantial endowment, which was only half
erect and already a good eight inches long. The Satyr made his deep
throated purring rumble again and lightly grabbed Gretchen's hair and
pulled her mouth towards his hardening member. It was shaped mostly
like a man's other than being more pointed at the head. Unlike the rest
of his lower body, both his penis and his nearly tennis ball sized
testicles were smooth and bare of fur. Without even thinking, she
reached out with her tongue and ran it up the slit on the end of his
dick and lapped up some juices that had already accumulated there. It
tasted of early spring honeysuckle. A moan of blissful anticipation
arose from the throat of the gorgeous beast and a warm feeling of
mounting sexual arousal hit Gretchen in the center of her stomach.
Without another second s hesitation, she took his entire member into
her mouth and began sucking and licking vigorously due to her own
desire and physical excitement. As she performed, his cock quickly
hardened to its full length of 12 inches and she worked it in and out
of her mouth and partially down into her waiting throat. With a loud
moan, the creature grasped Gretchen by the hips and effortlessly swung
her entire body upside down so that her sex, still covered by her
hiking shorts, was directly in front of his face. After his organ had
rotated in her mouth to its new position, she continued sucking
hungrily and grasped the man beast around the waist with her arms. She
felt a moist, warm and slightly rough tongue follow inside the leg
opening of her shorts and she shuddered as it found its way to her wet
slit and slowly glided from her pussy opening past her rapidly swelling
lips before making slow circles around her delightfully responsive
clit.
Minutes passed as they reached a common rhythm and their groans and
sighs became more and more intense as their breathing intensified. It
was the Satyr that first reached the edge of climax. Gretchen felt his
large cock begin to twitch and saw his testicles move up towards his
body. She made one powerful sucking pull and her fantasy lover lost all
control, pumping load after load of his satisfying sweet juices down
her throat. She swallowed quickly, but some still leaked out the side
of her mouth and ran up her face and into her hair.
This erotic exploit pushed her own orgasm to explosion and the Satyr,
sensing that she was ready to cum, plunged an unbelievably long tongue
into her rhythmically constricting pussy. The potent spirit had
completely finished filling Gretchen's mouth and as he withdrew his
twitching organ from her, Gretchen let out a shriek of pure pleasure.
The powerful orgasms that hit her entire body caused her to shake
uncontrollably. Still hanging upside down and feeling pleasure to the
point of disassociation from all reality, her mind began to turn dark
and she drifted out of consciousness.
Gretchen came to without knowing how much time had passed. The fire
seemed to have burned down considerably, but the cavern was still warm
and the torches maintained light throughout the area. She realized that
she was nude and covered with a light and soft fur bed cover. It seemed
odd, but she could tell that while she was unconscious she had been
carefully bathed in something that left a wonderful scent of wild
flowers on her skin and in her hair. Glancing across the room, she saw
her clothing carefully folded and placed on an animal skin covered rock
that served as a table.
When she rose to retrieve her clothing, Gretchen discovered that a soft
but solid collar was locked around her neck. It was attached to a chain
that hung over a hook on the wall that was obviously too high for her
to reach and release herself. She could stay on the bed quite
comfortably, but leaving it was impossible.
Realizing that she was incredibly parched, she looked around the bed to
see if there was anything to drink. On a stone table positioned almost
like a nightstand, she saw a pitcher and a stemmed glass. Gretchen
looked into the decanter, which was filled with a red liquid and poured
a generous portion into the glass. It smelled of cranberries and she
quickly gulped it down.
There was a bit of a strange aftertaste and while it satisfied her
thirst, she began to feel a warming sensation spreading throughout her
body and settling especially at her sex which began to tingle and grow
drenched from the craving that she now felt. Her hands began to move
almost involuntarily between her legs and lightly massage the outer
lips of her wet pussy.
Just as Gretchen began to breathe quicker in reaction to the self
pleasure starting to make her hips squirm and rise off the bower, she
heard the now familiar clicking sounds of approaching hooves. She
quickly pulled her hands away from between her legs even though the
idea of being embarrassed in such a crazy situation did cause her a
momentary giggle.
The hoof sounds came steadily closer and Gretchen expected to see her
companion from earlier to appear at the edge of the lighted area that
surrounded the bower. After a few more anxious moments, a shadow
appeared at the edge of the room. It stopped for a few seconds before
walking into the light and up to the edge of the bower where Gretchen
lay trapped.
It was not the same being that had brought her here.
It was a full six inches taller and wore a simple silver crown on his
head. Gretchen looked up to his face which did not have the comforting
smile of the other Satyr. This one looked much more serious and a bit
older with flecks of grey in his black hair. Her eyes moved down his
body to an exquisite broad chest with the muscles of a champion
bodybuilder. Gretchen continued her inspection past cut outlined abs
before stopping and staring in shock when her now wide eyes passed his
waist.
Just like the other Satyr, this majestic and elder version wore a sling
at his groin to hold his manhood. In keeping with the crown on his
head, his loin cover was decorated with silver stitching that formed
geometric designs. But, the difference in clothing styles had not
caught Gretchen's eye and held her in such rapt attention. This beast
man was endowed with something unbelievable. He was not yet excited,
but it was obvious that he was much larger than the one who had seemed
a giant earlier that evening. Fear, excitement and curiosity mixed to
cause Gretchen to move back on the bower toward the cave wall.
A growl issued from the throat of the Satyr King. It was not like the
comforting big cat rumble from the younger one. This was a note of
dominance, possibly even warning. He walked on clicking hooves over to
the wall where the chain to Gretchen's collar was attached to a hook.
With his height, he easily reached up and pulled it free. Removing the
slack, he pulled firmly but slowly causing Gretchen to move towards the
edge of the bower. Pulling up roughly on the chain, he hauled Gretchen
to her feet. The familiar musky scent filled her nose once again and
her fear turned into obedience and she followed the Satyr King down a
dimly lit passageway to another chamber. Between the pheromones and the
concoction she drank earlier, her pussy was practically ready to drip
as she walked behind her new dominate male.
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This new room was lit only by a few torches, but after a moment's
adjustment to the change in light, Gretchen could see very well. She
was pulled over to a carved wooden apparatus with a woven sling in the
center like some half hammock. The poles that formed the front frames
had wide holes bored into them about eighteen inches off the ground.
They looked like some kind of step or a foot hold. The Satyr King took
the chain and looped the free end over a hook at the top of the device
beyond Gretchen's reach once again.
A threatening growl issued from the man beast and he pushed Gretchen to
the front of the wooden standing hammock and pointed to the hole in the
frame. Not knowing what else to do, she placed one foot in one side
then pushed up to repeat the positioning for her other foot. It made
her legs spread wide. She was then slowly but irresistibly pushed over
by the creature until her stomach was lying on the hammock and her
hands gripped two smaller poles in the back of the contraption. She was
bent slightly past level and her head was positioned so that she could
look back under her stomach to her exposed and vulnerable pussy.
As she looked back, she saw her captor remove his loin sling. She let
out a small cry as his monster tool was now erect and every bit of
sixteen inches long and three inches in diameter. She thought about
attempting to run, but the chain and collar made that impossible. She
felt his hands grasping her hips and his body moving closer to her.
As a last minute act of desperation, she tried to sway from side to
side to avoid that giant that she was sure would tear her apart. The
Satyr moved closer and merely waited until the timing of her movement
allowed him to make an attempt at taking what he wanted. Gretchen was
half way across the front of him when he suddenly grasped her tightly
and thrust forward. The pointed end of his hard penis hit directly
between her labia and he held her tightly so that she could not escape.
Gretchen looked back between her legs helplessly and watched as her
tormentor slowly but overpoweringly began to slide his colossal cock
into her. She felt her body stretching farther than she thought
possible in order to contain him. By the time he was half way in, she
was gasping. The Satyr stopped momentarily to allow her some time to
adapt. As she relaxed at the stop in action, she looked back and saw
her stretched labia and the giant that was spearing her. It made her
start getting excited in spite of her apprehension.
Her wetness made her capable of holding him at this point and she soon
was comfortable and even beginning to enjoy the sensation of being
filled almost to the point of bursting. Suddenly, she let out a light
sigh of pleasure. As if that were the signal he had awaited, the Satyr
pushed himself in slowly. This time he did not stop at all, just
maintained a steady insertion. At about twelve inches deep, Gretchen
felt him hit her cervix. This is when she discovered the reason for the
more pointed end of a Satyr penis.
Moving himself around slowly inside her, the beast lined up his pointed
member with the opening of Gretchen's cervix and thrust the last four
inches beyond the bounds of her pussy and into her womb. It was painful
and Gretchen gripped her hand holds tightly and loudly grunted. Again,
the Satyr merely stopped and waited for her to adapt. She didn't know
if it was the drink from earlier or the musky scent of the King, but
once again she began to relax and delight soon replaced pain. She
pushed back against her mate and squirmed to tease him into action.
The Satyr King issued another growl. This one, however, sounded like a
combination of lust and amusement at her response to him and began to
thrust powerfully. He used all sixteen inches like a piston and
Gretchen tightened and slackened her pussy as he penetrated deeply and
extracted nearly completely out. Within minutes, Gretchen was
constricting involuntarily as she neared orgasm. Her deep moans mixed
with his growls in a symphony of pure sexual lust.
Wave after wave of multiple orgasms hit Gretchen as the Satyr continued
ramming his dick in and out as deep as possible. When she thought she
could stand no more, the creature fucking her began a different
sounding moan and she felt his already enormous penis swell up. With a
grumbling shout, he began filling her with his seed. He continued until
it spilled out the sides of Gretchen's pussy even though her lips
seemed stretched so tight that a seal should have formed from which
nothing could escape.
The Satyr King thrust deeply a half dozen more times and Gretchen
screamed as she hit a final orgasm unlike anything she had ever
experienced before. Once again, she blacked out and lay unconscious in
the wooden breeding device. The King pulled his member out with a loud
popping sound and walked away leaving Gretchen as she was.
A few minutes later, the young Satyr she originally met came in and
pulled another leaf from the leather bag around his neck and after
chewing it up, blew the fumes into Gretchen's face. He unlocked the
collar she had been wearing and carried her back into the other room.
For the second time this night, he lovingly bathed her. After replacing
her clothes, he set off on the return trip to her camp site. They
arrived a couple of hours before dawn.
He placed her, still asleep from the herbal leaves, in her tent and
turned to leave. It would be daylight soon and he needed to be away
before that happened. He glanced back into the tent at the sleeping
woman and smiled. He reached into a pouch at his side, pulled a Reed
Pan Flute out and set it next to the fire pit before taking off at a
trot back to his world.
The next morning Gretchen awoke and wondered about the borderline
between life and a dream. She checked the bottle of wine to see if she
had drunk too much and merely imagined the whole thing. Then she saw
the Pan Flute lying on the ground and laughed. Besides, who ever heard
of a dream or imagination leaving one totally sated and more than a
little sore?
- The End -
[Note: this story is protected by international copyright law,
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