"Come my love, it would have been a better place to be in the glade!" she says.
Your still gone sex crazy and walking upright behind her with forelegs hung on Sophia's shoulders, your erect cock poking her in the back. All agility is gone as with jerky move you toddle along walking as she takes you to the Groto.
"Why did you entice me so and now not want for pleasures?" you asked.
A giggle, "I needed for you to follow and what buck with his nose filled with pussy juices won't go after such a quest? Come now but the Lady does want you to become aquainted with the others." replies Sophia.
She stops just at the entrance of the Groto, turning to face he past love she smiles and with her fuzzy hand she wipes the wretchid foam of her lusty pussy on your nose, face, and chin.
Suddenly you mind goes blank and wild goat instincts prevail. Thinking or reasoning abilities are gone and forgotten. Now only wild lust of sexual conquests is the driving forse to move your goat body.
Rapid heart, breathing fast and short breaths your cock is so erect it actually hurts. Standing upright your forelegs still hung over Sophia's shoulders she begin to stroke your hot red shaft.
"Your Mistress demands of you what a billy goat was made for, sex, sex, sex! Now go to your new friends and show them great pleasures!" charges Sophia to a sex crazed buck.
Forelegs pawing the air, your red hot shaft waves about with every step, you advance toward your quests ready to mount. Rounding a corner of the stone walled Groto the view of Sophia is gone but now in your sights stands nine humans chained and made ready for your pleasured ways.
Along one wall are eight sweet beauties their arms chained to the solid rock wall as feet and legs are chained leaving them spread wide apart. The girls and ladies scream at seeing your advance. One by one you advance and with first licking the wide pussies into fits of sexual maddness that red shaft works into the hearts.
Screams of those yet not touched or serviced mixes with those moaning of your insertive pleasures. While yet the one your in does also wail of sexual passion at first fearful of you the quested one is soon engroused with wild desire for more and more of you.
Hours passed and your verility has held up to the task. Eight worried women now hang in their chains passed into a lusty sleep from being raped by a hardy male goat.
Yet your not tired a bit and would if they were awake start all of them again. It is a grown of discomfort which turns you to see person number nine.
On a bevelled rock is one straining man. His wrists in shackles and legs chained, they are spread wide offering his behind to your advances.
"Get away from me you fucking monster, get away!" the man screams as he wrenches his neck to look ovar a shoulder at you.
The wild sexual maddness which Sophia instilled as she covered your face and chin with her pussy foam, still has your mind tied in knots.
You approached the trussed up man and lay over his back with tenderness of someone offering a blessed relationship. Your cockhead levels in on what the man wished he could cover but his scream of terror echo's the Groto.
"No stop, please I beg of who you were to stop and not...no.. no.. oh God noooooo!" pleads the man but your only thoughts are of pure sexual pleasures.
In the red hot shaft goes as the mans screams become even more intense. The hairy wool from your belly now strokes the man's back as this big goat starts humping in and out, in and out. Slowly at first but soon your banging away with his anus spreading wider and wider offering your cock further entry up his strained rear.
The man's pained pleadings begins to change their tones. Sylibles, are fast becoming simple straight tones until with your second load being fired in him the man bleats his fear.
The bleating man makes your thrusting stop and as if a cold bucket of water just doused your hot sex laden body some rational thought eeks into your mind.
You stop and stand there your cock burried a foot up this man's ass you hear his pleading sounds but as if he were a goat. A lick to his ear from your long black tongue calms the man down but his eyes are wide and face looks like one hit by a million volts.
"Thary!" you say as your cock slides smoothly out the man's wreched anus.
You stand with forehooves still high on the rock slab were this poor man still lays chained. The red shaft is softening and even you feel better with it inching back into the hairy sheath. A casual look down sees a thin stream of your goaty load seeping from out the man's ass.
A sudden urge has you lift your head high and scream a triumphant bleat of sexual satisfaction as if you were born this beastly goat.