Relaxed and slumbering, Clarissa and her horny sister Satyress sister Melissa lie sleeping deeply, they have no worries to concern them that those they enslaved would wander away. As Satyress sisters sleep and let their heightened sexual bodies rejuvenate for yet another day of continued pleasure seeking; their male sex slave lay beside them.
Awake remain those foolish males, so at first wanting what such sexually perverse females enjoyed most, they became poisoned by they, they who were thought to be as lovers. Kyle, his brother Kevin do fiddle with Clarissa, tongues busy, they lick and clean away the remnants of sticky juices dried, encrusted, it is to them their food other than a few calm hours when allowed to graze upon some green grassy lawn.
Sad Adobe sits off in a corner, he pines the changes of his body, liking the sensual feeling of having then an enhanced cock. His balls lie on the floor, covered in goat wool, they were as the size of Kiwi fruits, but by heavy use, they too have grown, nearing in size then to a pair of ripe Florida furry grapefruit. He pets them, aroused by the sensation, knowing the flood of semen they now make, his ejaculation the first of every morning comes with such a river flood, that either Satyress groans from how he can give them pleasure.
Bewildered, Adobe sits, his mind mostly a blur from days and weeks of continued arousals and sensual play. Quiet times help him cope with his new life, he occasionally takes a deep inhaled breath. A breath if not of the rank scent coming from either Satyress, as when he sits alone, and can breathe fresh air, his mind clears and rational thoughts return.
As foul a lifestyle as he might realize is his then to live, it was when he first met the Satyress women what he thought would be as endless fun. Muttering, as he breathes deeper, the fresh air coming in open windows aides him in recovering from his bestial thinking. Furred, his goat wool requires an occasional bath, in some creek, a swimming pool, or with Clarissa under the warm spray of a shower bath.
Using an elongated index fingernail, he picks at and flicks off the thickly encrusted vaginal slime and his own goaty semen from off his constantly erect goatish cock. Picking and plucking, the crusty dried slime becomes hardened around feeler hairs, and removing the crusty slime pulls the hairs out from the sensual penal skin.
"She loves me, she loves me never," he says, removing the encrustation, plucking out the hairs from his still stiffened cock. Merrily he finds pleasure in cleaning with thoughts to prepare for the next day or night time of wild frolicking with his mistress satyress.
Thoughts of sneaking off to the bathroom and enjoying by his lonesome a hot soaking bath, he licks his lips at the thought of the Satyress women having a fully clean and fluffy goat satyr to begin their fun and playtime.
Slowly he gets up, and with such graceful striding steps he walks past and even over Melissa, goes up the carpeted steps and into the upstairs bathroom. He closes the bathroom door, reducing the sound of water being drawn into the bath tub. He eyes a bottle of bubble bath, thinking to smell flowery come the morrow, but he remembers what Clarissa did to Kyle when he doused his person with some perfume.
Hot water was enough to relax and help that what had for days become a stiff crust in fur and on bare skin, did soften, floating to the surface, it bobbed on the water in thick globs.
"Waste not want not," he thought, as when the bigger globs of congealed crud floated close to his muzzled mouth, he sucked them in, giving a bit of chews, and swallowed them down.
Time seemed as an endless enjoyment as he continued to soak himself back to some meager sense of purity. he might have laid there and fallen aslepp had he not heard a car pull to a stop out front by the curb. A car door slammed shut and then footsteps coming up the sidewalk toward the house. He thought ot ignore it, but when he heard the whistling of a show-tune coming from outside, he knew it was a friend arriving for a visit. "A visit," the knowledge of any fellow friend arriving at the house then would be as he or worse, might wallow eating out a satyress and become too, as a female and change into a Satyress sex monger. He leaped out the tub, his thick coat of goat wool drizzling streams of water along the carpeted floor, he dashed on hooves down to the front door, to warn away whoever...