The Queen of hatred for men stormed out the mansion, her gamoling beasts marching behind.
Circe stopped just outside the barn, she stood to listen for what was happening high in the hay loft. The moanings of a man pleasured filled the air. His voice with each moan grew more coarse and ragged of tone. Soon only a beastial grunting sound issued from the loft as without a doubt some male human was now a incensed male goat humping his mate.
Circe, patient for a short few minutes let the final explosion of goat seed pleasure the acursed satyress. Then she called to Erica to come down. Shortly a grubby male goat poked his head out the hayloft window. A screaming bleat issued from it's mouth as either a triumph or a sounding to pure terror for what he now was.
"Yes, my Queen!" said Erica as she walked out of the barn litterally dripping of jocked semen.
"I order you to come with me, we need to have a talk!" said Circe.
"NO, I'm not going with you, I like it here, this is my castle like the mansion is yours!" argued Erica back.
Circe whirled around, "I want to know why you fondled Allen into a buck, he was a willing worker, that I needed! He was willing to overlook all that goes on in the mansion and still do fine work. Now all I have is another oversexed male buck who can't even lift a hammer."
"He got what they all deserve!" argued back the satyress.
The animals all saw steam come from Circe's ears as they began to back away from being so close around her.
Circe walked to within an inch of Erica's pouty nose. "Hear me and hear this just once! Mabuda lamassa das mosa de capraus!" said Circe.
Erica's eyes went wide as the curse wrenched her spine. Lurching to one side she let out a howl. Circe stood her ground and stared at the satyress.
"Mabuda lamassa de capraus das mosa!" Circe said as the satyress groaned from pain.
"What is this torture? I've done as you asked!" begged Erica.
"You said the barn was your castle and so it shall be! These here all amuse me but you do not amuse me, Erica! Er..ic..a' is not your name, Hoover! Yes Hoover is your name and like those you cursed so shall you live here in this castle. Mr. Benson and Allen will show you the ropes, they are lusty and desire the passion of beastly life. You my dear are now but a breeder nanny and for such will spend your life being screwed as you screwed these men." said an angered Circe.
As Circe strolled to the mansion the grunting sounds of the Electrician now buck echoed the barnyard. A moaning satyress now nanny was being humped as she would learn so well to enjoy from now until a long time to come.
Allan stood bleating on the patio as Circe pointed for him to join Mr. Benson in making Erica at home in her castle.