Rubbing only makes the sensation into an uncontrolled desire to now and have more. Your breathing is becoming quicker as sweat driplets form on your brow. Shaking with pangs of sexual female lust for sex you stand there ready and willing to do anything to quell your desire.
A knock at the door and in walks a stately dressed man in a black suit, white shirt, and a silk cape.
"Are you now ready and willing to find your new and true self?" he askes.
Unable to speak a word you shake your head up and down in agreement.
He smiles a sinister grin and from his inside coat pocket produced a silver rod. As he steps close to you your eyes are watching his face and not his hands. It isn't until the silver cold rod is forced up the soft and sensual folds of your vagina that you know he has dire plans for you.
Instantly the realization of his evil intent is known to you as the silver rod sends forth a jolting shock into your labia.
You expect it to hurt but after the shock fades there comes a feeling of uforia like nothing you ever knew before. A senasation like being filled by a man, yet knowing it to be this silver rod. Passionate sensations fill your mind and as the man speaks you care not for the words but long only for the continued delights he is making within your body.
A drink is offered and your shaking hands grab for the decanter spilling some of the unholy liquid over your brests.
Hearing the man's sadistic laughter you put the cup to your lips. Chugging down the liquid one has a wild hope that it will increase the sensations which a woman could only understand.
Suddenly your musculat vagina claps down on the silver rod as it probes your most sensual parts.
Your back stiffens, muscles in your arms jerk the limbs down by your sides. Legs too stiffen becoming rigid and straight bringing on a sense of fear as you are still being pleasured where it counts.
The man begins to walk around you and your eyes try to follow his every move.
"You are now going to find a new peace! Peace and the screne longing to be in the open air, you are a part of nature! Nature and you are as one longing for the same things, to procreate and enjoy!" says the man as your mind drinks up every sensual suggestion.
"I, I want it, I beg for it all, please, I beg for it!" you whine in a soft voice now wanting what hours before you would have thought to be so queer.
The man dons a leather glove and with his other hand brings forth a small jar. The gloved hands twists open the lid bringing into the air a scent of something so rank it makes you have a sexual shiver.
His gloved index finger dips into the darkened ointment and with a curl of salve on the end of his finger he smeers this over your nose, about your lips and chin.
Quickly he dips the finger into the jar and coming out with a large curl of salve he drops his hand down to begin applying it about your privates.
Again and again he dips in his finger into the jar and applies it about your vagina, your groin, and about you tight muscular butt.
Shivering and shaking from what plays out there before you one can only wonder how this treatment would enhance youe sensaul plights. The man takes the small jar and holding it before your face. He tells you to reach your tongue out and lick the remaining salve clean from the jar.
The jar is brought closer so that your tongue will have little trouble in grasping the salve. Eyes bugged out you peer down a blackened nose to see your tongue grooping for every drop of the black ointment and salve.
An oily taste coats your mouth and tongue. At first it is a horrid tatse but as minutes pass the flavor changes and your mind set thinks of it a something so sensual you would love to lick even more.
"Now you are prepared for you coming out!" says the man to you.
Your mind thinks of every sensation your body is feeling. Breathing is fast like you just ran a mile. Muscles are taunt but offer a feeling of personal uforia like they are ready and able to do anything you'd ask of them to do.
The man steps back and smiles at you. He motions to you as if suggesting you step to on side and see something of interest.
You turn and face of all people a vision of your parents standing there looking at you.
"My God in Heaven, Pa will you look at you perverted son standing there as some beastly creature!" says your Mother.
"Cursed be you, you are not my son, you are nolonger any relation of mine I disown you!" yells your Dad as he and Mom turn and quickly walk fading away.
You turn to the man and your eyes tell him of the longing to know what has really happened.
"I congratulate you on becoming a wild creature of the forests and glenns. Beastly are you in many important ways but mostly you know you to be you and what you are will grow to take away any fears. Sensual are you and no man alive can resist your glance, your touch, or once within your sex he will be a clay before the potter." says the man with his evil grin.
A soft and higher pitched voice comes from your mouth as ponderingly you wonder what it is you have become.
"You now lust for the scent of warm fur, a want so intense you must have it at all cost to you or the one you choose to love. Now your body is strong as any wild beast. Your shaggy hair covers your naked body offering warmth and comforts. It brings you a sensual sensation worthy of what any Satyress would lust for, indeed you are the my mind's eye of what a female human and a goat form would look to delight men around the world." he annouced.
You lower your head to see what you are, warm and longing for the scent of Fur.