Angry with himself for getting this deep into the demised' ways of Lysaila and her original master, Davis had his mind set. Gun in pocket he opened the door to walk out and get away from Lysaila.
"Hi Professor Davis, we need to talk!" said Melody as she stood at the door to Davis' apartment.
"Oh Hell...O!" said Davis, astonished to see the group.
"Melody, Anna, Janice, Susan, Franciene, Lynda, Kathryn, Topeka, Nadine, no Cynthia?" Davis said as the the girls walked into the apartment.
"No Cynthia!" said Melody.
Professor Davis stood before the nine pretty girls his eyes wide with expectations.
Suddenly from the right came Lysaila, "Master they want to talk about their loss of sensationalism!"
Melody looked at Lysaila, "I trust it was your relationship with this satyr whore that caused your transformation to this sex crazed life you make us now live!"
Davis turned to look at Lysaila, then to face Melody.
"Yes my Master, they too can see me now! Since your bringing them into your herd they too can see and hear me as you do now. Young ladies it deem's me great honor in helping you find the sexual and sensual desires buried in the far depths of your female minds. I'm sure that over time you will accept the way of life. Oh and if you feel additional change is desires a total and final beastly form can be yours to enjoy, just ask!" said Lysaila with a grin.
"It's because of her and your sexual passions that we stand here now. I know for a fact that Cynthia has raped five men to absolute billy goat forms. She is wild with sexual fantasy and lust to change men from human to animal. I talked just yesterday with her and tried to change her mind but she is obsessed with the satyr's power. We have come to plead for release from this sexual curse. Day or night if we get a friendly feeling for a man we begin to change into satyrs again. Susan went all the way with Greg Chapman two nights ago and I helped her take him to the G & G goat farm near the North edge of town. Her love and one night of satyr sex drove him to change. He is a fine specimen of a goat but he was supposed to graduate and be a doctor. We need release from this sexual curse, we also want those changed to revert back to the men they were, please Professor Davis, please!" begged Melody.
Davis looked at Lysaila only to see her make a smirk of a grin.
The Professor hung his head as lysaila made her Demonic offer.
"Ladies' and I use the word loosely, if the Professor will agree to my terms your requests will be granted!" Turning to look Davis directly in the face she began to explain, "You my Master must accept the challange of keeping my dear friend passified' sexually, sensually
and in all ways happy. I will make a place for us to live in a comfortable manner while you shall be for us the sexual fodder for our passionate delights. Nolonger will you live here as a man! Nolonger will there be a Professor Davis! You shall resign your place in this workforce, then resign your trappings of human exsistance! Once all trace of your present life is removed, and you stand naked of your past, then I shall give you your form of service for a long time to come. A thousand years you asked for and for that length of time you shall be at continued practice. You shall be at stud for my pleasure, and for those I deem you to pleasure." explained Lysaila.
"Professor NO!" said Melody.
"No other way young ladies, or then learn to live as sensual and soon Nymphomanic Satyress' to give men their true self! I for one have only one use for males in general, my personal pleasures! I serve him? Not for long and see that in two days he was so entwined that he sported a gun to kill you his harem and herd. There stands the ultimate of manlyness, fraile, foolish, eager to pleasure himself, even at the cost of others, like you ladies here. I would think you should take his gun and kill him rather than he you!" argued Lysaila.
Suddenly, Susan stepped forward and took the gun from out of Davis' pocket.
"Good, good, in the memory of Greg the goat Chapman, shoot the man who cursed your life and cursed in turn Greg to be the sire of many goats for the farm!" touted Lysaila.
Susan put the gun to Professor Davis' chest, pulled back the hammer to ready the coming shot. Davis stood head down and willing to die for his trespass. Lysaila's grin broadened to a smile as she and the others stood witness to Susan's hate.
Lysaila stepped next to Davis and whispered a good bye in his ear.
A peering gaze from Davis as his index finger poked into Lysaila's anxious and dripping wet pussy. The sex crazed Lysaila took a step forward and looking at Davis she said, "Willing and ready, willing and worthy, willing and wanting to service, ME!"
Before Susan could pull the trigger Davis and Lysaila vanashed from the sight of nine angered girls.