Allen feeling remorse for giving in to Erica's beastial passion he tried to think of ways not to be any part of her world.
"I won't be some fodder for a monster like you!" Allen said as he pushed the satyress off him making his penis pop out of her satyr style pussy.
A scream from the satyress only proved her disgust with Allen. "You will wish for death, but it won't come soon enough." cursed Erica as she lunged toward Allen. Grasping him about the waist she gulped his penis into her mouth and began to suck him into a fit of masterbation.
Try as he did Allen could not push her away as anger turned to pleasure. Soon Allen stood stiff as a board. Head looking up, arms to his sides, feet together, eyes closed as he drank in the sensual thrill he did not want.
Almost a spell but more like a curse Erica wove her pattern well about this moral man. As her nimble fingers stroked and smoothed she cast her spell one last time. A spell which the first encounter would have made Allen like her own, yet now her anger seithed hot as she placed a web of curse around this man who scorned her.
Allen stood stiff even after Erica had finished her web of design. As his head lowered and he looked around no one was in sight. Like it was all a terrible dream, yet he stood naked and feeling as if raped of body and soul.
Crawling in bed Allen tried to shake off the feeling of impending doom. Ruffling his pillow into a ball and snuggling under the sheet he tried to go to sleep.
Sleep was far less than restful as Allen tossed and turned. Dream scene after scene of a satyress clutching his body and her sexual foreplay made him wake up in a cold sweat. No sooner he awoke than he drifted off to sleep and dream again.
Moaning louder and louder till his own sounds woke him from a sexual wet dream of beastial pleasure. Waking as he huffed like out of breathe from running he sat up in bed the dream as clear to him yet.
Over and over it ran like an excert from some horror movie. Allen remembered an arguement with a beautiful woman. He could remember to her words of hate for him who scorned her as he thought how ugly his words were to her. Laying back on his bed Allen began to feel a drive to find and enjoy sex with anything, human or animal.
Sweating now like a horse after a race Allen decided to get up and take a walk about the mansion's gardens. Naked he climbed into some pants only to scream of pain as the zipper caught in leg hairs.
Tugging the zipper back down Allen's hand rubbed and felt the injured area. Only the quick touch told him something was terribly different.
Bending forward Allen moaned half of fear, half of pleasure.
There looking up at him was the open end to a hairy pouch attached to his lower abdomine. A bend farther forward saw a hairy sack with two extra large testicles swinging about. The zipper had stitched the base of his new sheath and made Allen rub his tenderest part.
A rolling wave of passion emminated from where he stroked his hand. Moaning and heavy breathing began as his lust began to build higher and higher. Slowly a dark shaft protruded from the hairy pouch. Fingers and hands moved from stroking his hairy pouch to stroking the lengthening shaft.
A shake and shiver proved to bring on greater desire to mate with a female of any kind. Allen began to sweat again as he crouched down looking about for a plan of excape.
In time he found himself running through the patio and gardens of the mansion. Jumping the fence he sprinted across the pasture. Looking this way and that it took a few short minutes before he saw four donkeys grazing together. The scent and his own inner desire told which one to approach.
As donkey's intent on filling the belly turned and watched this funny looking creature come close it was a donkey name Rebecca who offered her rump and lifted a tail. Allen froze for just a split second as his humanity screamed halt! Then just as suddenly his passion kicked the humanity down and with penis erect he plunged into the black leathery pussy.