"The good Samaritan!" that was you! Well what would your parents say to see there child hung up here by the wrists, legs stretched in two directions, and more than half transformed into a buck goat?
Yet, here you are as Jack and Sarah look up to watch you kick and try to get, if possible, comfortable up here. Worse yet is that Billy has led the herd of oversexed nannies down to the pasture's gate. The continued Baaaaaing is becoming rapidly annoying. Billy is doing his best at making you mad with lust as he becon's to you from his perch, hanging up on the top rail of the gate.
"Hey Pal, Hey you big black buck, lets go I got several hot nannies down here that are crazy for sex, come'on lets go!" says Billy.
As you are strung up high you can see him hung over the gate by his forelegs. In the dim light which lusters into the barn from a full moon your yellow eyes reflect the light and lets Billy see where you are hung.
A soft whinnie from Jack makes me wonder if he's offering me a consoling thought or whether he also is chidding me to give up humanity for a life of sensualism. A gaze down shows Sarah still in the heightened state of equine passion, her tail held high and making soft whinnies. You hang there thinking about the two people who came here with you and in a sudden and quick spell they have been changed to horses. That the mircle it was but their personalities too have changed from determined humans to lusting sex driven beasts.
You know all too well your own brush with the land's beastial curse. Even as you contemplate those friends below, the very thought of their wild day of continued sexual mating brings on another very annoying goatish erection.
The agrivation of being held back from the building animal lust, tied, suspended, unable to stroke the swaying red cock before you, lust is what you feel.
Time passes slowly as the rush of beastial lust has your hot red shaft spewing cum into the air like a choked fire hose. The two oversexed draft horses smell the raining cum and also begin to urge you on and on, and on.
Billy has his fun as he knows what your going through as he for a night or two tried to hold back from letting go. His own fit of wanting the beastial touch and yet knowing that once he'd drank of it's acursed drink his body, mind, and spirit would be total animal.
Oh how you begin to kick those goaty legs, your balls swing and slap about those hairy thighs. The red hot shaft erect and swaying about has it's own sensual feelings, they join, and now the desire for beastial enjoyment has begun.
Building in your loins is a desire which just this afternoon you enjoyed 21 times. The memories of mindless passion and the thrusting are causing the lust to build, higher, higher, till you scream.
Scream, and scream, first the normal human scream of a mind in agony. As the passion builds, the slapping balls jiggle, legs beg to run across open fields, the red shaft of goat lust waves about rigid and wishing to feel the tightness of a nanny's vagina muscles.
Billy calls for you to come and romp, he hears your screams and laughs his evil laugh at your pain.
Horses, hogs, Billy, nannies, the barn is alive with cursed creatures begging you to join in the doom of being an animal. You think of the loss, your family, all friends, your freedom, your body, your abilities, speach, to caress, to love, to enjoy the moment of passion out of a mutual bond. Now you lust, the passion is more chemical induced by scent and body fluids. Fingers wriggle for escape, cloven hooves twitch for release. Teeth grip tight and then a scream which comes from your very toes.
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"