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 The Satyr's Woods By Paenatwork

   Codes : Mg MF Rape

   Part I Chapter I : WHEREIN A MOTHER BETRAYS HER DAUGHTERS

   Lydia had been quiet the entire drive from their house to the campsite,
her eyes focused intently on the road.  Behind her, her daughters, Laura
and Lucy, chattered away excitedly about the activities they were planning
for their camping trip.  Lydia could hardly bear to look at her twin
daughters now, so young, so innocent.  Both had just started to notice
boys, still in that phase where they were excitedly talking of stolen
kisses and childish fantasies.  By their age, when she was still 15 years
old, Lydia was, quite frankly, a slut.  She had bypassed the age of
half-innocence altogether - all the flirting, kissing, and dating that
normal girls went through.  She had gone straight to fucking what would be
the start of an endless parade of men in her life - most of them, like the
father of her daughters, complete strangers.

   She thought back of what she was doing at their age - she was wrapping
her lips around some boy's erection in the men's toilet after school,
leaning forward to take the entire cock in her mouth, and jerking her head
back and forth.  She was already topless while she serviced the boy as he
sat on the toilet bowl, her medium-sized, but still growing, tits jiggling
rhythmically as her head bobbed back and forth.  His breath was getting
heavier, and it wasn't long before he came in her mouth.  She swallowed
every drop of warm semen in her mouth - she had hated the taste when she
first started, but had soon gotten used to the salty liquid as she had
sucked over a hundred cocks.  She had already slept with just about every
boy in her school, and over a dozen men, most of them complete strangers
who couldn't say no to underage pussy.

   Suddenly, the door opened, and three men came in, all of them teachers
at the school.  Lydia panicked - not because that they might find out she
was the slutty whore, since that was an open secret in the school, but
because the barely-concealed lust on their faces made their intentions
towards the petite, topless girl so obvious.  The boy simply pulled up his
pants, nodded towards the teachers and left the bathroom - the little slut
was like the town bicycle, and it was their turn for a ride.

   Lydia knew better than to scream - the men were here for sex, and trying
to fight or scream would only make them violent.  Besides, the school was
mostly deserted by this time.  She had never done group sex before, but,
then again, she had done a lot of things that most girls hadn't.  She
removed her skirt and panties, tossing them into the corner of the cubicle
that contained her blouse and bra, and stood completely exposed in front of
the men.  The sight of the little slut - her long, blonde hair tied in a
ponytail, her budding tits and the wisps of golden pubic hair above her
tiny slit drove those three perverts into a sexual frenzy.  Before long,
they had their cocks out, already hard with the thought of fucking such
delicious jailbait.

   She spent the next hour servicing those men, bending over with her legs
spread wide apart.  She leaned forward to suck one cock - though it was
more of them thrusting their erection down her gullet - while another
rammed her from behind in her pussy - and ass.  She had never done anal
before, since she had heard that it was painful.  So, when she felt the
cock probing the entrance to her tight asshole, she struggled - but her
fucker simply held her hips in place while he thrust deep into her bowels.
She would have screamed then - if her throat wasn't stuffed with another
cock.  But she soon learned to relax, and soon the feeling of a cock in her
rectum was pleasurable, although still somewhat uncomfortable.  They took
turns, each man fucking her in each of her holes several times before they
left.  They had dumped their loads mostly in her ass and down her throat,
though one of them had came straight into her face.  She smelled of stale
piss and dried sperm, and she was planning on getting her clothes and
washing up when one of the men reached over and twisted her nipples
roughly. 'Great fuck, Liddy.  We'll see you here again next week, and you
better be here, you stupid whore.' The next week,and every week after that
until she left school, they would find her there, naked and waiting in the
bathroom, ready for another fucking.

   Since then, she had slept with countless more men, and was now in her
early thirties.  The years had been distinctly kind to her - she kept her
figure well, with her face being at least still pretty, if not somewhat
beautiful.  Her ample breasts had yet to sag, and she flaunted them
shamelessly in attracting men.

   She kept her string of lovers seperate from her family life, however -
she hated herself for being such a slut, though she couldn't help herself,
she wanted to keep her daughters away from the shame and humiliation of
being another cum dumpster.  Even now, though she loved her daughters, she
couldn't resist the primal urges that overwhelmed her, the overriding force
that was going to make her inflict some of her worst fears onto her own
lovely daughters.  At the same time, her pussy tingled with anticipation.
It had been so very long since that night, and she hated herself all the
while when her arousal washed over her as she thought of her Master.

   It was a long drive before they reached the woods, and a short trek
before they reached their campsite.  It was a small clearing, near a small
lake, and completely cut off from any form of civilization.  Lydia had told
the twins that she had decided on this spot because it 'looked pretty' -
and indeed it was, though she had selected this spot for a much more
specific, and a much darker, reason.

   They were fairly efficient in setting up camp, getting the tent up and a
campfire going before long.  Lydia forced her best smile when facing her
children, telling them completely fabricated stories of her childhood and
their father.  She saw their innocent little faces, both believing the lies
so completely.  To them, their father was a man who loved them very much,
but was killed in a terrible accident, rather than a nameless pervert who
bent their mother over a garbage can in an alley when she was sixteen and
screwed her without a condom.  To them, their mother was late out almost
every night because she had to work hard to support the family, not because
she was in sleazy motels screwing half-drunk guys that she had picked up
that night.  That life, that normal, innocent imagining of the world was
the true fairytale - in Lydia's world, monsters were very real, and hardly
innocent.

   That night, Laura awoke to find her mother missing from the tent. 
Peeking out, she looked around for her mother, calling her name softly,
then realizing that their mother was nowhere nearby.  Lucy was still
asleep, curled up in her sleeping bag, when Laura shook her awake.  'Lucy,
mom's gone!' The panic was creeping into her voice, even as she continued
shaking her sister.  'She might be doing her business in a bush somewhere.
Let me sleep!' 'No, she's nowhere nearby!  We got to find her!'Laura's
insistence began to worry Lucy as well.  Getting dressed, and both holding
flashlights, they set off to look for their mother.

   The soft ground left tracks that were easy to follow, even for two
teenage girls in the middle of the night.  Ten minutes of following their
mother's footsteps later, the girls heard a noise coming from up ahead. 
Lucy rushed forward, wanting to go straight to their mother, but Laura, her
curiosity overwhelming her worry, forced her to sneak up quietly and see
what was going on.

   To their surprise, they saw their mother completely naked, her clothes
is a crumpled heap nearby, as she squatted over what seemed to be a
moss-covered log.  On a closer look, the log was really a wooden statue,
its crude features weathered by age and covered by moss, but its main,
distinctive feature - a long, wooden erection protruding from the idol, was
clearly visible.  The girls were shocked, seeing their mother's
self-debasement on the wooden phallus.  'Won't she get splinters?' Laura
said, but Lucy simply gaped in amazement as their mother began working
herself harder and harder up and down the moss-covered shaft, positively
bouncing as she made love to the crude idol.  For the next twenty minutes,
the girls watched as their mother fucked herself on the wooden penis,
moaning like a whore.  They were fascinated by their mother's actions -
half-wanting to go up to her and see if she was alright, and half-wanting
to see what happenned next.  The night sky was clear, and the light of the
full moon illuminated the clearing where Lydia, beautiful and with her pale
skin glowing in the moonlight, pumped herself harder and faster on her
wooden lover.

   To the girls, the sight was surreal, and more than once Laura thought it
might simply be all a dream.  Against the backdrop of the darkened woods,
the pale, naked skin of their mother highlighted by the moon, the girls
watched frozen and silent at the impossibly erotic sight happening before
their eyes.

   In the darkness of the forest behind them, something moved.  Both girls
spun around in terror, eyes scanning the shadows for movement.  Something,
someone was out there, and they were scared.  They couldn't see it, but its
movements were plainly audible - the quick rustle of leaves, meant it was
moving fast, and moving towards them.  Terror- pure, unreasoning
fear,rooted both girls to the stop and choked their screams in their
throats, even as their mother quivered in orgasm behind them, her dripping
pussy juices slowly soaking the idol.  Their mother had summoned something,
and impossible creature of dark magic, and darker desires.  Her Master.

   Suddenly, it was upon them, a sudden blur of movement, and a rough
grabbing on each of their arms, dragging them forward into the clearing,
towards their mother.  Both Laura and Lucy panicked, finally shrieking in
fear and flailing wildly at the thing that had grabbed them, before being
deposited near their naked mother.

   Lydia's head spun round, her body still impaled on the wooden erection.
The whole area smelled overpoweringly of her pussy juice.  She had been
fucking herself for nearly an hour, with her exposed skin drenched in sweat
and the whole place smelling of cunt, she saw her two daughters gaping at
her with the wooden phallus fully stuffing her pussy.  She flushed with
shame, her face undeniably blushing, as her slutty nature was fully
revealed to her daughters in the most graphic way - but her heart skipped a
beat, in fear as well as anticipation, as she saw her Master standing with
them.

   Laura tore her eyes off her mother to regard the creature that had
dragged them there.  The creature had shaggy, black-haired goat legs,
complete with cloven hooves, that supported the upper torso of dark-brown
skinned humanoid, its gnarled muscles taut beneath its weatherbeaten skin.
It's face, however, was completely unnatural, resembling a goat's head in
shape, and length, but completely hairless, and crowned with a twisted pair
of horns.  Its eyes glowed, two red orbs that seemed to radiate malice. 
Needless to say, both Laura and her sister were completely petrified with
fear at the abberation that stood before them, a half-human beast that
seemed to come straight out of nightmares.

   Lydia began to rise from her squatting position, burning with
embarassment at having to face her daughters in such an extremely
compromising and exposed manner.  She had half-extracted herself from the
idol's eternally-erect cock before the monster took two quick steps
forward, gripped her shoulders, and forced her down again.  Lydia grunted
as her cunt was once again filled.  'M..M..Master?' She mutters, choking
back tears of pain and embarassment.

   'Dear Lydia, you are a slut in every possible sense of the word.  Why
bother with any semblence of decency now, especially when it will mean so
little in a short while?  I am sure you are more filled with hard cock than
without, so you will sit there while I explain the situation to your lovely
daughters.' The beast spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.  To Laura, it was as
if every word he spoke was a threat.

   'I am Paen, and this,' He said, motioning to the woods around them,'are
my lands.  I own your mother, body and soul, and you, in turn, belong to
me. You are both here because it is your destiny, and you will find your
purpose in life nowhere else.  You will obey my every word, or you will
SUFFER.'His last word was emphasised to the point of a low roar.

   'W...w...what are you?'Lucy stammered, her confusion and fear plainly
seen in her eyes.  Lydia attempted to rise again, wanting nothing more than
to rush over and try to comfort her terrified kids, but was instead forced
back down onto the phallus.  She winced, the force of the push causing the
phallus to batter her already-sore pussy.

   'I am a Satyr, but you will call me Master.  For the rest of your life,
my wish will be your command, and this will be your god.' Grabbing her
shoulders, he forced Lydia around until she was facing her kids, while
still fully stuffed.  With that, Laura and Lucy watched as a bulge formed
from within the fur covering his crotch, and his penis telescoping out from
its sheath to its full length.  It was easily twelve inches long, thick and
curved, with shaggy fur covering its shaft.  'Behold your god!' He shouted,
giving a deep chuckle afterwards.

   Laura had recovered from her shock enough to know that she wanted to
run. She grabbed her sister's hand, half-dragging her to stand, and was
just about to run.  Anywhere was better than facing the demon for even one
more second.  Lucy hesitated - pointing towards their mother, still
squatting besides the awful goat-demon.  'Mom.  What about mom?' Lucy
whispered, her voice wavering in fear.  'Yes.  What about your mother, your
dear, dear harlot of a mother?  Will you leave her alone with me?' He
chuckled again, an evil, joyless laugh, even as Laura and Lucy stood,
frozen in indecision.  'Lydia, what are their names?  They are adorable.'
'Their names are Laura and Lucy, Master.' 'Tell them what is going to
happen to them, slave.  They deserve to hear it from their slut mother.'

   Lydia could barely believe her situation now - she was completely nude
with a wooden dick buried in her pussy, a goat-monster's huge erection a
few inches away from her face, and about to explain to her daughters that
she had been a filthy whore her whole life, and that they were now slaves
to Paen.

   'Laura, Lucy, I want you to know that I love you very much, but you have
to do as he says.  Master Paen was my first lover, when I came to these
woods when I was your age.  When he took my virginity, he made me his slave
forever.  When a satyr does that to a woman, she's his forever.  I ran
away, and i've been with so many men, but I can't get rid of the urges. 
I...  I have to DO things, like i've had to have sex with any man who
wanted my body, and I have to bring my daughters to him when they turn
sixteen.' Lucy was crying, and Laura was quietly repeating
'no...no...no...' over and over again.  Lydia struggled to hold back tears
of her own.  'P...Please master, be gentle with them, they're such young
girls.  They'll do everything you say, just don't hurt them...' Lydia
blubbered.

   Laura started to run, taking her sister's hand and half-dragging her
away.  With an impossibly fast movement, Paen was in front of them, and
with a quick flick of a thick, muscled hand, sent them sprawling on the
ground.

   He dragged them a short distance, facing the two dazed girls towards
their mother.  'Hold there.' He said, and Laura felt her muscles lock up,
paralyzing her completely.  Both girls were still dressed in jackets,
jeans, and T-shirts, but not for long.  Long, sharp, claw-like fingernails
ended each of Paen's digits, and he began half-undressing, half-ripping the
clothes off the paralyzed girls.  The girls were soon naked, clothed in
little more than the rags of their old clothing.  Lydia watched, and cried,
even as she squatted on the wooden prick, knowing that there was nothing
she could do for them.

   Laura couldn't turn her head, but she could still see her mother.  She
stared pleadingly at her, hoping her mother could do something, anything.
But her mother simply cried, the perfect image of an obedient fuckslave. 
Laura saw Paen approach her sister, and watched him bury his hideous
goat-face into her long, brunette hair.  'Mmmm.  She smells good, this one.
I think I like her already.'

   Lucy couldn't move, though she willed her muscles to with all her
strength.  She could feel the disgusting, hairy creature's hands undressing
her, his claws ripping her T-shirt to shreds, ripping off her bra, exposing
her small, developing tits.  Paen grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing them.
More than anything, he could feel her rising disgust, anger and panic, the
faint trembles of her immobilized muscles beneath her creamy skin, and the
shame that flushed her innocent, lightly-freckled face as those emotions
mixed with irresistable arousal as she was roughly molested by the Satyr.

   She was a small, petite girl, a face that positively radiated innocence,
reminding the satyr of her mother when he first met her.  He had enjoyed
her tight cunt wrapped around his cock back then, spending hours playing
with her pussy after nearly a century of forced abstinence.  But more than
that, he had enjoyed taking that innocence from her, turning a shy virgin
into one of the sluttiest whores the world had ever seen.  He had released
her just for that purpose.  He knew she'd be back one day - and now Lydia
and her daughters were his, forever.  As he did with her mother those years
back, he bent her legs towards her chest, and mounted the little virgin's
spread thighs.

   Paen thrust into her with one unstoppable movement, burying his erection
into her young cunt lips and taking her virginity with a single stroke. 
She was TIGHT!  He thought, her pussy gripping his enormous phallus like a
vice.  He was fucking her wildly, his thrusts savage and abandoned, a far
cry from the gentle lovemaking that Lucy had imagined would be her first
time.  He was fully a beast now, humping her furiously and mauling her tits
with his hands in an attempt to squeeze every last drop of pleasure that he
could out of her.  She and her sister would take their places at his side,
replacing the loose whore that their mother had become, and he would never,
never have to face another day, another hour, faced with the cruel
deprivation that was abstinence.

   Unconsciously, Lydia had craned forward to watch as her master's cock
pistoned in and out of her daughter.  Lydia felt a twinge of jealousy
towards her daughter - not that of a wife towards a mistress, but that of a
favorite who no longer was.  She had come her desiring her master's cock in
her, so badly, but as she watched her master's untamed lust towards her
daughter, she wondered if she was going to never be fully satisfied, as she
was all these years, forever craving her master's touch.  Even now, she
began to resume her thrusting on the wooden member, rapidly pumping in and
out of her sex as she matched the rhythm of her Master's thrusts.  Another
wave of orgasm surged through her body.

   All the while, Laura just watched, tears streaming down her face.

   By Paen's standards, it didn't last long, the brutal rape lasting only a
mere hour.  He felt his hot seed gushing into her womb, sealing his control
over her.  He would have plenty of time, decades upon decades, centuries
upon centuries, to enjoy every part of her body.  He owned her completely
now - she would never be able to close her legs to him.  She might even
grow to like it one day.  Right now, the satyr turned his attention towards
Laura, leaving Lucy lying there, warm sperm still oozing out of her
recently-deflowered cunt.

   Laura's eyes were tightly closed, and a faint whimper emerged from her
as her clothes were shredded in a similar fashion.  She was taller than her
sister, with her face and hair more closely resembling her mother.  To most
boys, she was certainly the prettier of the two twins - the fact that her
breasts were a good degree larger than her sister's playing their role in
the evaluation.  Paen was sure, at first glace, that this one would be more
enjoyable than her sister, but something was wrong.  She smelled wrong -
the scent that Paen was sure was coming out of her whore mother, the heavy
scent of a used slut, unmistakable for the light, fresh scent of a virgin,
was coming from her.  Furiously, Paen probed her pussy with one hand,
fingers exploring her slit for her maidenhead.  It was broken.

   'SLUT!' The Satyr's fury and anger was expressed in that deafening roar,
and Lydia cringed.  He had been denied one of the greatest pleasures in
life - the act of deflowering another virgin brough unbelieveable joy to
Satyrs, and Paen in particular took disappointment poorly.  Lydia had not
been alone when she first met Paen - there were several other girls - but
she had been the only virgin.  Consequently, she had been the only one who
remained alive after that week of cruel debauchery.

   'Master...please...I didn't know...mercy...' Lydia stammered.  Lydia
remembered Amber, the first girl of the group raped by the Satyr, choking
to death on his engorged member after he found that she was not a virgin.
She had been one of the lucky ones - the others had suffered much worse at
the hands of a Satyr faced with such enormous disappointment - seven girls,
and only one of them a virgin!

   If he had started with Laura, he would probably have killed her there
and then, crushing the life out of her as he fist-fucked her with clawed
hands.  Even now, he could vaguely make out her thoughts - trying to
accomodate herself for the impending rape by imagining her first time with
her secret boyfriend, her pleasure as he ran his filthy hands all over her
body and penetrated her with his laughably small human penis...

   But he would not kill her.  She was still pretty, and relatively unused,
and there was still much pleasure to be had from her body.  But she was a
fucktoy, and unable to be used for anything more than that in his plans. 
Still, her sister would suit his purposes adequately.  However, this slut
had denied him, and a lesson needed to be taught.

   'You will not like this, slut, and no stupid daydream of your childish
lover will save you.  Let's see if you can take this like a real
woman.'Paen said as he flipped her over, facing her tits-down into the
dirt. He had fucked thousands of women over his millenia of existence, and
he knew that a woman's insides was a delicate, sensitive thing.  With his
member, he knew exactly how to make a woman experience every imaginable
sexual pleasure - or such pain that she would never forget.  As he probed
the tip of his penis into Laura's tight, rosy butthole, he had no intention
of being gentle.

   Laura found that her mouth could move again.  'Momma, help, please!'Were
all she could whimper before her rectum was reamed out with incredible
force and unbearable speed, and the screaming began.

   Most girls who experiment with anal sex are careful to do so with plenty
of lubrication, since the rectum doesn't provide any of its own, and with
partners who are careful not to go too hard, or too fast, since any tears
in the girl's colon could cause severe, painful infections.  Even Lydia's
first time, when she lost her anal virginity all those years ago in the
men's bathroom, she had given all her fuckers blowjobs beforehand, her
saliva easing the way in for their erections to penetrate her asshole. 
Even then, nothing, in terms of their size or their speed, compared to the
way Paen brutalized her daughter's asshole.

   Laura wailed in agony, as what felt like a red-hot poker thrust into her
bowels.  Paen wielded his hairy phallus like a weapon, stabbing and
stretching her virgin asshole.  Her anal muscles clenched against his penis
like a vice, desperately trying to evict his intrusion like it was an
enourmous turd, but to no avail.  Hot tears flowed down her cheeks as her
insides were violated in a way she never imagined, by a monster ramming his
shag-haired member into her asshole!  Despite this, she was slowly growing
aroused by the penetration, and her screams slowly died into a constant low
groan that wasn't entirely because of the pain.

   To Laura, felt like what must have been a year before the monster
finally climaxed, depositing gushing torrents of his seed into her bowels.
She felt bloated, and very, very sore, but more than that, she felt the
stinging shame of having been violated - that she had been used in a way
that only filthy whores would submit to, and that no man could ever love
her again.

   Paen withdrew his cock from Laura's asshole, her distended sphincter
leaking blood and sperm from her violated orifice.  Laura had collapsed
into a sobbing heap on the floor, curled up in shame and agony.  Her mother
remained transfixed on the wooden idol, her vaginal secretions thoroughly
coating its shaft and pooling below.  She had sat there for nearly three
hours, and watching both her daughters get raped had made her terribly
aroused.  As Paen approached her, his cock streaked with blood, shit, and
sperm, she knew that he wanted her to clean it with her tongue, and waited
for the master's cock with an open mouth, like a perfect little whore.

   The smell was overpowering, and the taste was worse, the bitter flavor
of her daughter's rectum still heavy on his cock.  Still, Lydia had been a
whore for many years, and some men had made her put worse things in her
mouth - one of them had wanted to fuck her when she was menstruating,
taking out her bloody tampon and making her suck it clean in her mouth. 
She almost gagged, but obediently took her Master's shaft down her throat,
her pussy dripping again as she wrapped her lips around the one thing she
desired, the one object in life that owned her being - her Master's cock.

   She felt her master's cock stiffen in her mouth, and soon he had begun
vigorously face-fucking her, her throat visibly bulging to accomodate his
erection.  It was half an hour of fucking before she felt him come, his
seed surging up his shaft straight down her throat, she sheer volume of his
ejaculation filling her mouth and dribbling out of her lips.

   'You've been practicing hard, haven't you whore?' Lydia nodded
excitedly, deliriously happy at the compliment from her Master.

   'Bring these two sluts back, and get them cleaned up.  I have things to
prepare for you whores tomorrow.  Try to have them moistened and ready for
my arrival, it might make the night go easier.' He bent over and licked
Lydia in the face, a long, grey tongue emerging from his goat-skull,
lipless face.  It was the most affectionate thing he had done for Lydia
since, and her eyes shone with the mindless excitement of a pet receiving a
treat.

   'Yes Master!  Thank you Master!'

   In a blur of motion, the Satyr faded back into the darkness of the
woods.

   With a loud plop, Lydia extracted her terribly sore pussy from the
wooden cock that was stretching her.  Her two daughters were both
whimpering on the grass, still recovering from their brutal rapes.  Lydia
drew them to her, and hugged them tenderly.

   'Don't worry girls, it's not so bad.  You both did very good, and i'm
sure Master Paen has good things planned for us tomorrow.' She said, in the
most soothing voice she could muster.  Her jaws ached from the strenous
blowjob she had given before, and the fact that she knew she was lying only
made things worse.

   The three of them, lay crying and hugging on the grass for a while,
their nakedness still illuminated by the light of the full moon.  Lydia
would soon lead them back to camp, and hopefully sleep would help salve
their rape-damaged minds and bodies for a while.
   Tomorrow night was going to be a long one.