Legends of Belariath
Salina Kyle
A Lesson In Submission 2
My head felt like it wanted to explode, the right side of my face feeling puffy. Opening my eyes, my right eye only opened a little due to swelling across the right side of my face from my temple to my chin. Through the haze of waning unconsciousness, large figures took shape around me. My eyes focused in on the black bearded satyr kneeling over my chest with my arms trapped at my side by his weight. I could see a splint on his right lower leg but my eyes caught on what was in his big hand. He had my short sword, more a long dagger in his hand, poised above me. The satyr hissed something down at me that sounded really nasty, even though I couldn’t understand the words.
”I can’t understand you, butt-breath,” I hissed back with all the insult I could muster. His rage seemed to get stronger which was what I wanted. I had to make sure he gave me a killing blow as I knew the legends of satyrs and their sexual exploits, unwilling to find out whether or not they were true. My plan seemed to be working as his eyes became angrier. The sword drew back, our eyes locked, till he sent it sweeping down toward my neck. I moved my chin to the side, out of the way, so it would be a clean blow. As I prepared for death, the look in his eyes changed completely. The sword stopped a hair’s breath from my throat, then all the satyrs burst into laughter. The black satyr reached down to stroke my sore cheek before a couple of his friends helped him up. Before I could do more then sit up, two satyrs caught my arms in a tight grip twisting them behind my back. Watching the black satyr sit down with a huge fallen tree as a back rest, I saw how the others treated him with a sinking feeling in my stomach. It would be bad enough to hurt a member of their group but to hurt their leader would probably put me in a lot more trouble. Struggling furiously did nothing to free me but brought great amusement to my captors, their laughter ringing through the forest around us. The large wine skin went first to their leader, the satyr rubbing his leg with some of the brew, then handed it back, so it could be brought over to me. The spout came up to my lips but got no further as my jaws clinched shut. If they wanted me to drink it then I sure didn’t want to. Some part of my mind reasoned getting drunk would limit any pain... maybe even keep me from remembering this night but my pride overrode the thought. The satyr just smiled, one hand coming up to grab a pressure point in my jaw making my mouth open. The spout filled my mouth to the point of pressing my tongue down. It cleared the way for the guy to squeeze down on the wineskin shooting a large stream of the potent brew straight down my throat. After a couple minutes, he pulled it away with a bit in my mouth to make sure I had the taste. It was like no other drink I’d ever tasted. Nutty, fruity with a hint of spice swirled in my mouth, down into my stomach making me feel warm, strangely full and content. In a few moments, my body began to feel hotter and hotter. My bra seemed tight, squishing my breasts while my panties rubbed me raw. Whimpering a little, I began to squirm in my holders’ grips as the satyrs chuckled nudging each other in amusement. The holder of the wineskin checked my eyes then nodded to the injured satyr. I found myself released, the satyrs standing around me but giving me some room to move. Without thought, I started tearing my clothing off to their laughter. I had to get my bra and panties off before I went nuts. As the last of my clothing hit the ground, I was grabbed once again, forced to stand next to the injured satyr. With a grin, he ran a finger around my right nipple causing it to stiffen then did the same to my left nipple causing me to moan. With a great smile, he reached into a large leather pouch to take over something wrapped in soft, supple leather. An air of reverence seemed to fall over the group as the satyr unwrapped the most beautiful set of Pan pipes I’d ever seen. They were a creamy white bound with silver, some sort of glyph on the longest reed. Grinning at me, he raised the flute to his lips to begin playing. Each note caressed my body sinking into my fuzzy mind causing me to twitch a little. My eyes locked with the injured satyr’s fiery black/brown eyes holding me trapped in his gaze.
’Dance,’ a voice growled in my mind. My holders released me with a shove toward the bonfire. I danced to the music of the flute and a small drum as my holders and another satyr danced around the fire with me. Whenever one of them would get close to me their hands caressed my body with a knowing touch. Soon I was so horny it felt like I’d loose my mind. A satyr with reddish brown hair and fur brought his hand up between my sweaty thighs barely brushing the lips of my sex. In desperate need, my body surged forward to bury his hand deep in my throbbing sex. My reaction amused him enough he dragged me over to the injured satyr repeating the gesture to all their amusement.
”It would seem your body’s in need, female,” he said startling me that I could now understand him.
”You-you... how can I understand you?” I gasped. They all laughed again elbowing each other with huge grins.
”It’s the magic of the pipes that lets you understand our language,” he said, carefully wrapping the pipes up and putting them away. “You attacked me...”
”You had a hold of my sister,” I growled, slurring a little. “I told you to let her go...”
”I don’t take orders from females even if I could’ve understood you,” he hissed. “Beg my forgiveness and my brothers and I will release you come morning...” Beg his forgiveness? Beg? I shook my head a couple of times trying to clear my thoughts.
”I-I didn’t do anything wrong,” I growled, holding my head high. “I was defending my sister... I won’t beg forgiveness for that...” The five of them laughed heartily as he groped my ass.
”You were given your chance,” he said, then ran his hand up my inner thigh to watch my body’s desperate reaction. “How many males have you laid with, slave?” Slave? My entire body began to tremble at that word from his lips, as I knew he wasn’t joking. My next desire was to tell this egotistical bastard what he could do with himself till our eyes met and locked.
”Only one...” My voice trembled a little but I refused to address him as master. His large hands snapped out faster then I would’ve thought possible. His fingers caught my sensitive nipples in a painfully tight grip then he added strength tearing a scream from the pit of my stomach. Other satyrs held me in place as I fought to free myself.
”Stop struggling or I’ll pierce these buds the way a slave’s nipples should be.” It took my blurry mind a moment to understand what he had said. One satyr held up a brass ring the size of a quarter with a strange pair of pliers. Tears streaming down my swollen cheeks I managed to force myself to stop struggling though the pain was made worse because the wine they’d forced me to drink made my body a lot more sensitive.
”Now... how many males have you laid with, ‘slave’?” he demanded catching my eyes with his powerful gaze.
”O-only... one... M-Mas-Master,” I choked. He let go of my throbbing nipples to stroke the under curve of my breasts.
”How many times did you lay with him?” I didn’t want to answer that question as it’d brought up painful memories of love lost.
”Six or s-seven, M-Master,” I said, the tears on my cheeks coming more from inner pain. Jeff had died in a car accident six months ago. It tore my heart up just to think about the man I’d planned on marrying and spending the rest of my life with.
”Did you pleasure him with your mouth as well, girl?” Dread filled me but my head nodded. I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my thigh. I was pulled back to look down at his massive, throbbing cock. A blow to the back of my knees forced me to kneel before him.
”For your sake, I hope you’re mouth is talented in this respect, slave girl,” their leader growled as I was shoved forward. He caught my head in a tight grip rubbing my face against his cock and balls for a couple of minutes. The musk scent filled my nose, more enticing then repugnant. More then a little confused, I willingly started licking at his cock, all the way up and down. My mouth opened to receive his large dark purple cockhead. My tongue rubbed the sensitive underside as I sucked firmly. The taste was indescribable to my mind, better then anything I could remember in my life. What was happening to me? As my thoughts raced, I pulled my head up to place several long, lingering kisses on the tip of his cock.
”The girl has fallen to the passion of the pipes,” one of the satyrs said as they chuckled.
”And her mouth is talented,” their leader moaned, still lightly holding my head. I licked and kissed my way down his shaft. My flushed face rubbed against his huge, hairy balls planting several long, lingering kisses before working my way back up. My tongue flicked around his cockhead then I gently chewed on him for several moments. He was a lot larger then my fiancé, still I opened my mouth wide to take first his cockhead then inch after inch of his cock into my mouth. His moans were growing louder, his cock slipping into my throat for a moment. I pulled up enough to catch a breath then started bobbing my head up and down in smooth, practiced motion. He rewarded me with a deep moan stroking my neck as I worked on him. I could feel someone coming up behind me bending over me. A hand forced its way between my sweaty thighs to softly caress the swollen lips of my pussy. My whole body shuddered as I desperately pressed down against those fingers. The satyrs spoke among themselves, the fingers delving deep into my throbbing sex. The touch of fingers seeking out my throbbing clit made me suck all the more desperately. I managed to get up enough to spread my thighs in open plea for release.
”Do you wish to be given pleasure, slave?” the injured satyr asked. My teary green eyes looked up at him with desperate need. My head tried to nod but instead I plunged my head up and down faster. The fingers stroked my clit driving me wild with need. My trembling hands stroked the injured satyr’s thighs, pressing my breasts against his balls. I needed to come so bad but the fingers only teased my need bringing me close to the edge then pulling away to leave me on the threshold of ecstasy. My eyes went up to the satyr pleading silently for some mercy. His hands caught a tighter hold of my head as he began to thrust into my mouth. The fingers continued to drive me insane with the need to come. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth seemed to grow a little larger. Moments later, hot sperm shot down my throat as powerful as the wine earlier. He pulled out enough to let the body juice to fall on my tongue.
”Take it all in, slave,” he growled, staring down hard at me. “Don’t spill a drop.” Not that I’d let any escape. Like before the very taste of his seed made me want more. My mouth greedily sucked in every last drop I could get, moaning in disappointment when he pushed me away.
”No!” I cried as the fingers pulled away from me. “Please... Master... I need...” Tears flooded down my cheeks as the need to cum gripped me. With a small grin, he gestured to his still stiff cock. Quickly, without thought, I scrambled up positioning myself over his cock, of which he made me turn around so I faces his brothers. Just as I started to lower my body down, a small sliver of defiance wiggled through my overloaded mind. It lasted all of a few moments. The moment the tip of his cock touched my pussy I had to thrust myself downward onto him. His massive cock stretched me tighter then anything I could’ve imagined, to the point of pain. I was startled when the spout of the wineskin was brought up to my lips. Without a second thought, I wrapped my lips around it suckling like I was a baby at my mother’s teat. This brought more laughter from the creatures around me. Wine was sprayed onto the injured satyr’s cock as I forced myself to take more of him into my body. My head grew dizzy with the pleasure ripping through my body. Somehow I managed to take the huge monster cock to nearly its full length. My eyes focused in on another large cock at my lips. Without hesitation, my tongue came out to lick at the large cockhead before wrapping my lips around it so I could start sucking.
”You’re right, Bruenor,” the satyr in my mouth moaned, his hands holding onto my head as he began to thrust. “The human’s mouth is talented.” Hands caught my waist to start lifting me up and down on Bruenor’s hard cock. Pleasure rippled over my body as I groaned around the cock in my mouth. One of my hands reached out to caress the balls of the cock in my mouth. My other hand went down to tease the wet balls of the cock in me.
”Gods, the female is so tight,” Bruenor groaned as he began thrusting into my body with more and more strength. My mouth sucked on the cock in it with growing passion. The pleasure took away any thoughts other then the need to have more cock. My eyes looked up at the satyr in my mouth then my hands reached out toward the other satyrs. This brought great amusement to Bruenor. The satyrs gathered around me as I desperately rubbed their cocks on my breasts and nipples. My last clear thought fled with the first wave of orgasms then I lost myself to the most intense pleasure I’d ever imagined.