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From: "Jimmy" <Jimmy@Jimmysplace.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Lucy and the Faun
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Date: Fri, 08 Oct 2010 10:10:03 -0400
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After seeing the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe I wondered what would have
happened to Lucy Pevins while she was with Mr. Tumness if he had had darker
intentions toward the little girl he had captured.  This story just popped
into my head and I couldn't get it out until it was written down.

Lucy and The Faun
by Jimmy

Lucy loved to walk through the woods that filled the countryside near her
home. She loved the beautiful way the afternoon sunlight would spear down
through the trees forming great shafts of light in the forest mist.  She
imagined these lights pointed the way to great adventures waiting in the
forest.  On this glorious sumer day she had left her house in the late
morning and gone for a walk among the trees and dappled forest floor. As she
stood gazing out across the wood she saw a man naked from the waist up
walking in the distance. What was truly peculiar was that he was carrying an
open umbrella held over his head as he strolled among the trees.

Not being sure if he was entirely safe she hid herself behind a tree and
peeked out to see what he was up to.  When he walked through a gap in the
brush she received the shock of her fourteen year old life.  From the waist
down the man had the legs of a goat!

"Could he be one of the satyrs of ancient mythology?" she thought to
herself.  She had always loved the stories about the ancient Greek and Roman
gods and the heroes and all the magical creatures they encountered.  She
looked closer at his head and she could see the small horn buds sticking
through his black curly hair.  He had dark shaggy eyebrows and his face
tapered down to his chin which sported a small pointed goatee.  His ears
were adorable little goat ears rising straight up to fuzzy points.

"Where had he come from? And for that matter where was he going?"  Lucy's
curiosity overwhelmed her caution and she began to follow the satyr.

He walked steadily through the forest apparently unaware of his young shadow
following through the trees.  He rested his umbrella on his shoulder and
from time to time he bent over and sniffed a fragrant wildflower along the
woodland trail.  She crept closer, now she could see his cute little goat
tail hanging down his backside.  His fur looked so soft and cuddly she
wanted to touch it and run her fingers through it.  But she stayed back,
just following, she thought out of sight.  The trail wound its way through
the forest and soon the large rock mounds of the hills began to show where
they had pushed up through the soil.

The satyr then climbed up one of the rock mounds turned, crossed his legs
and sat down. He collapsed his umbrella and lay it on the rock beside him. 
Lucy ducked quickly behind a tree.

"Well little girl, don't stay hiding for ever come out and introduce
yourself.  It's not polite to spy on people you know." He said with a very
kindly tone.

Lucy sheepishly came out from behind her tree and walked up to the base of
his rock. "You kew I was following you then?"

"Come my dear I would have to be deaf as a post not to hear you stomping
around out there.  Of course I knew you were following me.  This is after
all my forest and I have seen you many times as you walk through it, Though
you have not seen me before now."

"You've seen me before? And never made yourself known to me?"

"Yes, you live in that great brick house at the edge of the forest.  Though
I don't know your name I do know of you.  I've seen you reveling in the
delights of the forest mist.  I've seen you dance in the sunbeams that
filter to the forest floor, yes, I know of you, though I know not your
name."

"I've never met a satyr before, my name is Lucy Revell, what is yours?"

"I am Panern a descendant of the great god Pan. And I am a Faun not a satyr,
my fur is soft, not bristly like those course satyrs."

"I so sorry Mr. Panern, I didn't know, please forgive my mistake."

"It is but a trifle child, an easy mistake, think no more on it.  so why
were you following me?"

"I've never seen anyone like you before and I just had to see more and where
you might be going."

"Indeed."  The faun looked Lucy over from her flowing blond hair down the
swell of her breasts to her tight shorts stretched over her curving hips and
down her tanned well formed legs, ending at her white athletic shoes.
"Child, how old are you?"

"Fourteen sir."

"I see.  Still a virgin then are you?"

Lucy blushed, "What kind of a question is that?"  She felt a little nervous
about that question.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend.  It's just I'm so used to dealing with
maenads and wood nymphs I forget humans are touchy about such things." He
said in a soothing voice.

"Umm, well yes I am."  She looked at her feet and blushed as she answered in
a small voice.

"Well how nice for you." Panern said cheerily. "How would you like to come
with me?"

"Where?" She looked up at him again.

"Why my home, of course.  We could have tea and visit."

She thought for a moment, "I don't know, I do have to get home pretty soon."

"I live very near here, just around that bend.  We could have such a good
visit. You could see what a faun's home looks like." as he spoke he gestured
 toward an out cropping of rock to Lucy's right.

"Oh, I would like that.  Okay I will come with you then."

"Well good, then it's settled." He gracefully skipped down from the rock,
popped up his umbrella and took Lucy by the hand. "Just follow me then."
With a flick of his short tail they set off toward the rocks.

"Why do you carry that umbrella?"

"Acorns my dear, they rain down all the time."

They picked their way through the rock strewn path as they walked Lucy
couldn't help but notice that Panern really didn't have any clothes on at
all. His bottom was clothed only in his own natural fur and in the front his
manhood, she noticed through sidelong glances was well concealed in folds of
fur.  Soon they reached a rock lined ravine.  It felt like a magical grotto
with the mists drifting through the low hanging ferns and wild flowers that
grew there.  When they came to a flat spot in the ravine wall he stopped and
walked up to a portion of it and pushed.  A square slab of rock the size and
shape of a small door swung inward.

Panern entered and turned stretching his hand out to Lucy. "Do you wish to
come in my home?"

"Yes I do." she said taking his hand and following him in.

His small apartment was cut from the stone of the hillside.  Candles glowed
warmly lighting the room. The main room was down a few steps from the entry,
to one side was a fireplace with glowing embers still burning.  Opposite the
fireplace was a small bed covered in a simple homespun coverlet with a down
pillow at the headboard.  The headboard was made of dark curvy natural wood
slats topped with a solid crown piece. Two comfortable chairs sat facing the
fire with a small table between tween them. A painting of fauns and nymphs
dancing about a fire in a woodland glade hung over the mantle.  Bits of
bric-a-brac were sprinkled throughout the place giving it a nice homey
feeling.

"You have a lovely place."

"Here, have a seat by the fire while I make us some tea." Lucy sat in one of
the comfy chairs facing the fire.

Panern placed some wood on the coals and hung a kettle from a hook in the
fireplace then went off to fetch some cups and tea.  Lucy drew one leg up
setting in a half cross legged manner and stared at the cozy little fire as
flames began to lick up around the pot.

Soon the faun returned with a tray laden with cups, a sugar bowl and sweet
biscuits.  The tea kettle began whistling and he lifted it from the hook and
poured each cup full of steaming brew.  He put the kettle in front of the
fire and sat in the other chair stretching his hooves toward the fire.  As
he did Lucy noticed the fur cover sheath that hid his manhood then quickly
looked back at the fire.

"Do you take sugar? Cream?"

"Yes, both please." He mixed the tea and handed her a steaming cup. Which
she took and began to sip at as she watched the hypnotic flames dance in the
fireplace.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Hmm." he thoughtfully stroked his beard as he ruminated. "Well, I guess,
since the time of man on this continent. Now that I come to think about it."

"Wow.  That is incredible. How old are you?"

"To tell the truth I don't really know."

"Don't you get bored out here in the wilderness?"

"No.  I have my forest to tend to and every now and then a pretty little
virgin will visit me, like today."

Lucy blushed at the word virgin again.  She picked up a biscuit and began to
nibble at it to cover her blush.  Her eyes again wandered to the large lump
between his legs. Quickly she looked away and to the mantle over the fire. A
small statue of a bird, wings up, with a woman astride its back caught her
eye. It looked odd. As she stared at it she realized it's head and tail were
actually penises.  She felt a warming in the pit of her stomach.

"Years ago, before so much civilization had moved in the fauns and nymphs
would dance at the summer solstice in great celebrations.  Like in that
painting."

Lucy looked at the painting again.  Now more detail was coming to her as she
gazed at it.  The nymphs were almost naked with only flower garlands around
their middle and each of the fauns were sporting huge hard ons. Her eyes
lingered on the painting and her cheeks blushed again.

"Let me play the tune they are playing in that painting."  He brought out
his flute and began to play a sweet haunting melody that made her think of
summer and fields of flowers.  The tempo of the tune picked up and as she
watched the painting the figures seemed to come alive and move around the
fire.

Music from the flute wound its way through her mind, saturating her entire
being as she watched the magical picture of the wildly dancing nymphs. As
she watched the scene strong desires began to well up in her and she wished
to be there dancing with them.   The fire in the hearth also came alive with
flickering images of fire fauns dancing in the flames pursuing flame nymphs.
The whole scene was becoming quite lewd as the bare breasted nearly naked
nymphs teased the fauns with their alluring dance.  Lucy felt strong strange
desires growing in her chest as she sat enthralled by the dance.  She felt
light headed. Her eyes began to grow heavy and the music sounded like a far
off echo and slowly without knowing when she slipped over the edge of
conscientiousness and into the darkness.

Panern looked over at his young guest and seeing she had passed out he
slowly ended his music and put down the flute.  He rose from his chair and
stood over her gazing down at the material of her blouse as it stretched
across her softly mounded breasts.  His eyes traveled down taking in the
curve of her hips as they filled out the tiny denim shorts.  The hem line of
each leg clung tightly to her body sweeping together to form a tight Y where
her thighs came together. "So beautiful, so ripe, so ready." he whispered as
he gathered her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.

Lucy awoke from a dream. She was running through the woods with the naked
nymphs pursued by aroused fauns she tripped and found herself face down on a
soft down filled mattress.  As the darkness faded from her mind and the
world came slowly into focus, she realized that her hands were bound with
velvet ropes to the head of the bed.  Instantly the drug like fog of sleep
was banished from her. Looking down at herself Lucy saw that she was
completely naked.  She struggle to free her hands, to cover her nakedness,
but she could not get free.  She heaved herself up on her knees and elbows,
the nipples of her perfect  breasts giggled low and brushed against the soft
material of the bed.  Sitting beside the bed and leering unmercifully at her
naked form was Panern.  Fear gripped the pit of her stomach.

"What have you done!  Why am I tied here!  Where are my clothes!" She wailed
in fear and threw herself flat to hide her nakedness.

"Child you are in the home of a faun what did you expect? We are renown for
our sexuality,  I asked you if you wanted to "come" with me and you said
yes.  I asked again if you wanted to "come" in my home and you said yes.  So
here you are and you will cum with me I assure you."

"No. No. No. I didn't mean I wanted that!" she began to sob. "Untie me. Let
me go, please. Oh oh oh please." she wailed.  She looked at him and saw his
great phallus beginning to push up out of its fur covered sheath.  It was
wet and bright red  tapering to a point and now his heavy ball sack was 
hanging low and beginning sway as he came toward the bed. "No. No. No." She
sobbed into the pillow. "Let me go oh oh oh why did I follow you." her body
was wracked with sobs as she struggled against her bonds.  She remembered
what her mother had told her about strangers, why oh why hadn't she
listened.

"Do not worry little one.  I have been deflowering virgins for longer than I
can recall and they always struggle in the beginning but soon give in to the
carnal pleasures I show them."

He was on the bed now behind her.  She closed her eyes, buried her head in
the pillow and clamped her thighs together hard to protect her flower from
this monster. "Such a beautiful bottom you have. The very picture of virgin
perfection.  It has been a while since my last virgin and I do so miss this
sight."   His eyes feasted upon the beautiful curve of her back then moved
upward to her naked back covered in flowing golden hair. The bulge of her
breasts were peeking from under her outstretched arms. He softly stroked the
twin globes of her virgin ass swirling his hands over the heart shaped
fantasy before him. Finally he trailed his finger down the crease between
her cheeks.  She shivered at the touch and sobbed a little more into her
pillow.  He bent his head down putting his nose in the crease of her thighs
and sniffed deeply.  "What aroma, nothing surpasses the fragrance of a
virgin's pussy."

"Ohhh don't!" she wailed.

"I think you'll like this." after he spoke she felt his wet tongue slide
down between her cheeks and wiggle its way toward her womanhood.

"Nooo, don't touch that." she panted.  Then he withdrew his tongue and she
again heard the haunting melody from his flute.  Once more the tune took
control of her senses.  She felt the soft buzz of the intoxicating music
fill her head and she began to feel  warm in the pit of her stomach.  Slowly
she relaxed her legs though she didn't want to, but the music called to her
inner most desires and she could not refuse its call to her.  Slowly she
stopped pulling at the cords that bound her and sank to the bed in a relaxed
state.

Where his tongue had touched her she could feel a fiery desire for more.  
The music slowed and stopped.  She felt his hands gently cup her bottom,
then pull her legs apart. She no longer had the will to resist him. Her legs
spread limply apart exposing her most private parts to his lustful gaze.  He
put his tongue to her flower and began to stroke it gently.  As his tongue
drove farther into her he eventually landed on her clitoris and tweaked it
with the tip of his tongue.  She jumped at the first touch to her little
bud, then she began to desire it and lifted her ass a little higher so he
could reach it better.

She felt fire in her loins. Her chest began to heave in a fever of lust as
she desired more and more of his tongue.  He lapped at her clit until the
juices ran down his beard.  He pushed her up onto her knees until her ass
was high in the air.  Forcing her knees apart he pushed his head between her
thighs and sucked her clit into his mouth and drilled his tongue into her
pussy.  She was beside herself with wanton lust, mewling incoherently, she 
began humping his face trying to come on his tongue.  Panern could taste the
sweet flow of her juice and he knew she was ready for his phallus.

He pulled his head from between her legs.  She whimpered  and humped at the
air trying to feel his tongue in her.  He knelt between her legs and grasped
his extended penis and put it to her slit. This was his favorite part of
deflowering a virgin, first penetration. Slowly he pushed the bright red
head into her.  "Oh!" she jumped a little when she realized he had traded
his tongue for his cock.  He pulled back his sheath and continued to push
more of his thin shaft deeper into her womanhood.  At last he was all the
way in through her still unbroken hymen his cock tip against her cervix. He
leaned over her and slid his hands down to cup her perfect tits and play
with her nipples.

"Now you will feel the magic of a faun's cock." he whispered in her ear.
With her ass held tight in his lap he made small pumping  moves to swell his
cock. He focused  all his energy on his groin forcing essence into his cock.
She immediately felt the swelling pressure in her womb as his cock began to
grow thicker until it completely filled her pussy stretching her labia to
their maximum around his massive boner.  He loved the tight constriction of
the virgin's pussy as it locked itself around his cock.

"It's to tight.  It hurts. Pull it out. Pull it out." she cried.

"As you wish child." he began to pull slowly out of her but her pussy held
tight like a fist refusing to let go of his shaft.  With a mighty swift
stroke he jerked his cock from her virgin womb and as the now swollen head
passed back through her hymen it caught it and tore her virginity from her.
She screamed and with a loud pop his cock pulled free of her no longer
virgin pussy.  Her virginal blood rolled out and down her leg.

She collapsed and sobbed into the pillow again, knowing her virginity was
gone forever.  Then the flute started again and like a drug it numbed her
pain and began to arouse her again.  She could not resist the music and the
fire of lust began to grow between her legs. Slowly she lifted her ass up
again for more cock.

Panern set aside his flute and moved up between her legs once more, put his
cock to her blood red hole and shoved it in till his balls slapped her
thighs.  Reaching down he lifted her legs off the bed and pulled her tight
against his spear and he began to fuck her with rough hard strokes driving
deep into her womb.  He watched his cock as the red shaft slid in and out of
her and her pussy lips caressed his cock from base to bulbous head.

"Oh oh oh fu fu fuck me!" she yelled as his hips pounded into her ass.

He dropped her knees to the bed and rose to a crouching position so he could
drive his bone in a downward motion into her pussy making better contact
with her pleasure spot.  He reached up and pulled the ropes free of her
wrists.  She immediately got up on all fours and he clasped his arms around
her chest and began to fuck her like a she goat.  She could feel the downy
fur of his legs stroking her inner thighs.  In a lust intoxicated frenzy she
humped back into his man-goat cock craving sexual release.

She could feel the mounting climax building in her womb as he pumped her
hard and fast.  It was near, the moment of exquisite pleasure, then it was
upon her, she came hard flooding her juice onto his cock.  The room dimmed
as the blood rushed from her head to the fire in her belly, her arms gave
way and her head hit the pillow.

He felt her come and grabbed up her legs into the crooks of his forearms. He
began to fuck her with frenzied strokes until he felt his balls contract and
the glorious release as his cum shot down the length of his cock and flooded
her virgin womb.  The fiery heat of his sperm in her womb brought a cry of
pleasure from her and a strong contraction of her cunt.  So strong was her
contraction that his cock was locked in her pussy and would not come out. 
He twisted her body around on his cock until she was on her back with her
tits pointing up.  Her stomach was heaving with orgasmic contractions as her
body demanded more pleasure.

With his cock blocked from exiting her he shoved in deeper and fucked her
with a series of short rapid strokes.  The heat of her womb set fire to his
cockhead, he jammed in tight, arched his back and shot another bolt of cum
deep into her.  His abdomen quiver with the intensity of climax.  Lucy lay
before him squirming on his cock taking spasmodic breaths as her climax
continued to roll through her body.

He bent down and sucked the nipple of her left breast into his mouth while
tweaking the other with his hand. Her back arched up as he played with her
sensitive breasts and she rocked her hips humping his cock reaching for
another climax.  Then she came and her pussy contracted convulsively on his
shaft and he came again forcing more cum into her womb which was now
overflowing and dripping down her ass crack and soaking the bed.

Slowly Panern withdrew his cock from her. He sat back to survey his prize
and gaze at the beauty of her naked body and full tits.  Her hair lay in a
golden aura about her head. Her hips were still squirming in small humping
motions, searching for his cock.  With cock still sticking straight out from
his loins  he leaned over her and brought the tip of his hard phallus to her
twitching pussy. When she felt his cock head at her maidens opening she
pushed toward him engulfing his cock and sliding down to its base. He put
his mouth to her tits once again and began to tongue her nipples as she
fucked his cock.  He slipped his arms under her and rolled to the side
placing her on top of him.  With her knees on either side of him, her hands
on his chest for balance, she began to ride his cock in earnest.  Her ass
pumped up and down his shaft with increasing fury as she strove for another
orgasm. Panern reached up and cupped her full breasts in his hands, fondling
them and tweaking her nipples.

"Oh god fuck meeeee!" she screamed.

Panern reveled in the pleasure of her cum soaked pussy sliding up and down
his shaft. She began shuttering with orgasmic pleasure grinding hard against
the base of his hard cock.  He grabbed both her ass cheeks and thrust upward
letting lose another bolt of hot sperm into her pulsing cunt. When his hot
milk flooded into her again she screamed out in orgasmic ecstasy hunching
her stomach to drive his cock deeper inside her.  She humped him hard until
her abdomen began to shutter with the intensity of her pleasure. Her eyes
rolled up into her head and she fell forward in an orgasmic swoon.

Panern could feel her pussy quivering on his shaft as she lay in her faint
on his chest.  Slowly he rolled her over onto the bed and gave his dick a
few more pleasurable thrusts draining the last of his cum into her. He
picked up his flute and sitting cross legged with his enormous cock looming
up from his lap he played a soft and haunting tune.

Lucy awoke slowly and looked around for Panern. As her eyes adjusted to the
dim mourning light filtering through her bedroom window she realized she was
in her own bed in her own room.

"Was it only an erotic dream?" she felt a dull ache between her legs. She
reached down and her hand felt sticky residue on her sore pussy and she knew
it had been real. She flopped back down and smiled  wondering if she would
ever get another chance at that huge cock...

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