In the Service of Cerce, Part 2
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** In the Service of Circe, Part 2**
** By William W. Kelso**
** Sometimes getting want you 'wanted' turns out to be the worst punishment of all, especially when the one who gives you what you want interprets your 'wish' in a manner somewhat different from what you actually had in mind. Sound familiar? **
** I looked up with a combination of resigned despair and horrible anticipation as a lovely woman entered the stall I was kept in, hooked a lead rope to my collar, and led me out to start my day's 'work'. 'Come on', she said, to which I docilely replied 'Yes Mistress'. I knew better then to hesitate or resist, I had been broken long ago, had come to accept what I was now. As I stood up I carefully cradled my balls, and then let them sag down between my legs. I was used to their size and weight by now. **
** They don't have to keep me in a stall, but it amuses them and helps remind me of exactly what my 'use' is to them, what my main 'function' is. They gave me exactly what I wanted, and I have only myself to blame for being so naïve, so...so stupid as to not realizing there would be a price for what I wanted, but then in my defense, who could have imagined THIS?**
** I met one of the women who 'worked' for the ancient Goddess called Circe at a BDSM party at a local dungeon, one which also included bestiality. Of course I had no idea that she even existed at the time. A trained dog was fucking a woman, and that kind of stuff turned me on. I'd always been interested in bestiality, but had never 'indulged' as I'd never had the means, or access to trained animals. The woman was in the crowd watching the erotically perverted 'show' as the dog humped the moaning woman, and she must have seen the tent in my pants and the intense and breathless way I was watching the animal ravage the woman. She leaned over, right out of the blue, and said,**
** "So, you're interested in sex with animals? Tell me, what would you say if I told you I could arrange for you to indulge that...interest; with whatever animal you desire, and as often as you wanted?"**
** At first I'd just stared at her like an idiot, there was something about her that almost mesmerized me. She had those classic good looks; almost too good to be true, and I shuddered as I saw the look in her eyes; they promised pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but also torment. They were the eyes of a sexual predator, a dominant one that would give you what you wanted, and take what it wanted from you at the same time, with no mercy. Safe words would be useless with her. And I wanted her; and what she had to offer, the second I saw her. Any man would, and many women. I could tell she would be the perfect 'Mistress'. **
** "You're kidding, right?" I finally stammered.**
** She laughed, her laugh musical and somehow reassuring, "Oh no, I'm perfectly serious, shall we go somewhere and...discuss it?"**
** So we rented one of the rooms the 'Dungeon' had available for members to use, and she strapped me to a rack and proceeded to 'rape' me while I screamed and moaned in ecstasy, waiting until I was begging and whimpering before letting me cum. Usually I preferred to be the dominant partner, but in her case there was no question as to who the submissive was. Somehow she made me climax five times, the last two times pure agonizing ecstasy, as much pain as pleasure, and gave me no choice in the matter despite my pleading. Afterwards I could hardly walk, and I had loved every second of it. If she ever allowed herself to orgasm I didn't even know it, and didn't care. What she did to me was all that mattered. After it was over she gave me her name and number, and told me to call her. Something told me to burn that note and forget what had happened, but like I said, I was stupid, and it had been the best; and most agonizing, sex I'd ever had. I wanted more.**
I called her, she gave me an address, we met, and she took me to meet her own 'Mistress'. And if I thought she was beautiful she paled in comparison to Circe, any woman would. Circe was the epitome of classical beauty; and even wearing clothes you somehow knew just how perfect her body was. And not in a hyper or over exaggerated way, just perfect. Full firm breasts, fairly narrow waist blending into shapely hips, long legs, and angelic features. And a more evil creature never existed this side of Hell, and like a denizen of Hell she excels at giving you exactly what you want, and damming you at the same time as she makes you her willing slave as you have no choice once she's through with you. Whatever is left over belongs to her, and by then you desperately need what only she can provide. I still remember that first meeting, when I was still reeling from the sexual stimulation of just being in her presence. If she had asked me to pull my obviously rigid cock out and jack off for her I'd have done so without hesitation, but instead she said,
"So, my acolyte tells me you're interested in bestiality, which I must admit is something of a passion of my own as well. And as it happens I have a way to give you what you want, to help you fulfill your darkest perversions."
I was of course still a little embarrassed as I'd just met her, and replied "Um, well, yeah, a little. Do you have...um, trained animals, or something?"
She laughed again, and said, "Yes, I guess you could say that. Any female animal I provide for your pleasure would definitely be an eager, willing partner. And I have more than one kind. How would you like to be able to...fuck any animal you desire? And give yourself, and them, the most pleasure possible? To be sexually insatiable, never tiring, your loins never running dry of lust or seed?"
I was so hard by then it hurt, and of course she knew that. It is amazing how extreme sexual arousal can make someone do and/or agree to the most incredibly stupid things. I should have run from her as fast as I could, but instead I think I actually gave a moan of pleasure as I replied,
*"Oh yes, please! I'd do anything!" *
"Excellent; Circe had said, then all you have to do drink a magical potion I can provide. After it takes effect no female animal will be able to resist your services, and you will be able to service any animal you want, no matter their species, and I will be glad to supply you with as many as you want. Of course we will expect you to pleasure us on occasion as well, but your main partners will be four legged."
*"Magic?" I asked, a little skeptical for the first time, but of course she was perfectly serious, and her brilliant smile didn't falter at my feeble skepticism. She had me, she knew it, I was hers already, it only remained for me to willingly give myself into her 'care'. *
She smiled, and held up a small bottle containing a glimmering green liquid, and said, "Cecilia will take you to a special barn we have and provide you with an eager and willing goat, or maybe another animal of some kind; we have a good selection, depending on your preference. Once you've picked the animal you want all you have to do is drink the potion, and let nature take its course."
*"Um, a...a goat would be just fine." I said, and reaching out I took the little bottle and looked at it in actual hope. To be able to fulfill my deepest sexual desires! Oh, how stupid I was. *
"Good, Circe said, Cecilia, please take our friend to the barn and let him choose a 'lover'. Make sure he gets exactly what he wants, and you will of course supervise, and may take part if you want."
It was a lovely day as I followed Cecilia to the barn, my cock still rigid and rampant, and the sight of her hips undulating through the tight jeans she wore just helped keep me that way, not to mention the vivid memories of what she'd done to me at the dungeon. When we exited the back door I was surprised, and impressed, there were actually several barns, rather large ones. As we neared them, she said,
"Have you thought about what kind of animal yet? We have goats, sheep, donkeys, pigs, and others. All would welcome your, um, attentions."
*I was still a little bit in a shock I think, I mean, here I was with a beautiful women who was as depraved as I was, and she was asking me what kind of animal I wanted to fuck! *
*I asked, "Are ALL your animals trained to have sex with humans?" *
"Yes, she said, but that's not all we do here, we do breed many kinds you know, that's our main business. The bestiality part is, well, something we, and the animals, enjoy."
"Do you, um, you know, let the male animals...fuck you?" I asked, my cock throbbing at the thought.
She smiled, and said, "Yes, quite often. It's one of the...benefits of working for Circe. I'll let you watch later. Now, have you made up your mind?"
"A goat would be good", I guess. I finally said, and she steered us towards one of the barns off to the left.
As we entered the barn I noticed that not-quite-a-stench well maintained barns and barnyards tend to have, but was surprised at how 'modern' it was on the inside. No old fashioned western barn here, it was as modern as they came. The barn seemed to be divided into two main parts, the largest having the usual rows of stalls and pens, but a smaller portion had heavy doors, apparently locked. She led me to the section with the pens, and most had goats or sheep in them. She gestured at them, and said,
"Which one do you prefer for your partner?"
*There were a lot of goats, but finally I picked out a nice big one. It was black and brown with large yellow eyes that almost seemed to glow. One reason I picked it was it came up the bars of the pen and licked my fingers with a friendly bleat. When Cecilia opened the door to the pen it trotted right out like it knew what was going on. *
"We'll find someplace a little more private for this, Cecilia said, just in case one of hands happens to walk in. We've got some nice big 'private' stalls."
I followed as she led the goat to the stall she'd mentioned; and opening the tall wooden door she led the goat in and I followed. Honestly, by now I was a more than a little nervous. It was one thing to talk about having sex with an animal, it was quite another to actually do it, plus the fact I'd have an audience was a little disconcerting as well. And I still couldn't quite believe it was really happening.
We stood for a minute or two; the goat looking at us curiously, and she finally said, "Well, what are you waiting for, take your clothes off."
"Um, shouldn't I use a rubber, or something??"
Cecilia smiled, and said, "Oh no, our animals are clean and disease free, plus I'll lube her up with a jelly that will kill any microorganisms or viruses. It's perfectly safe, and I'm sure feels much better unprotected. If you'd like, we can pretend you're my slave and I'm making you fuck the animal to humiliate you."
"Uh, OK." I said. It did sound pretty kinky, and pretending I had 'no choice' would help me to get over any inhibitions I might have left.
While I slipped my clothes off and folded them on top of a bale of hay Cecelia was using her fingers to smear a thick clear jelly from a tube on, and into, the goats vagina. The goat seemed to be enjoying it, giving little bleats of pleasure as Cecelia's fingers slid deeply into its sex.
About the time I added my shorts to the pile of clothes, Cecelia said, "She's all ready for you. But first I want to put a slave collar on you, and a leash. And I'll slip into something more appropriate myself."
I stood still, my cock rigid and drooling pre, as she slowly took her clothes off, and she was wearing a black skimpy bra and panties underneath, and that was it. Then she slipped a collar around my neck. I had a good look at it, and it was pretty fancy, the leather embossed with all sorts of strange symbols. It fit nicely, snug but not uncomfortably so. Then she snapped a leash on the collar, and handing me the bottle of 'potion', I'd almost forgotten about that, she said,
"Drink, slave!"
"Yes, Mistress." I replied, and sniffing the mouth of the bottle; it smelled like mint, I put it to my lips and drank the contents in one gulp. It tasted delicious, and the effects were immediate.
I gasped as I felt an intensely warm tingling sensation suddenly bloom in my stomach, and then it moved down and into my loins, and I groaned as my lust increased tenfold, my penis actually bobbing up in down as it became even harder. I looked at Cecilia, and she said,
"Feels good, doesn't it? But that's not for me, at least not yet, but your partner is waiting for you, and I think she's as eager as you are."
I looked away from her, and the goat had turned with its backside facing us, and the dark pink folds of its sex were swollen and wet, thick drops of sexual fluids and lube slowly dripping from its lips. It wasn't all that different from a woman's pussy, just a little larger as far as I could tell; and two large pinkish udders hung down low, heavy with milk. And at that point there was no way I could have refused that offer. I was about to fulfill my ultimate sexual fantasy!
"Now, slave, mount and service this animal! Cecilia ordered sternly, you will fuck it until I tell you to stop!"
*"Yes Mistress!" I said, and positioning myself I pressed the head of my aching cock against the goats ripe sex, and it pushed back against me, its body trembling, and as I mounted it the goat gave a shrill bleat of obvious pleasure. I moaned my own pleasure as my cock easily pushed between its rubbery lips and slid in to the hilt, my pubic hair mingling with the fluff of fur at the base of its tail. *
"Good slave, Cecilia said, now, start fucking the animal!"
"Y-Yes Mistress" I gasped, and started thrusting as I gripped the goat in front of its hind legs. I wished its pussy was a little bit tighter, but it still felt incredibly pleasurable as the slick folds of the goat's sex caressed my sliding cock with each thrust. I-I'm doing it, I'm actually doing it, I realized, I'm fucking an animal, and it's fantastic!
*"Faster, slave!" Cecelia barked, and gave my rump a hard slap with a riding crop she'd found somewhere. *
"Ugh-uugghh!! Yes Mistress!" I moaned, and sped up my thrusts. I thought I'd cum with every thrust, but the wonderful pleasure just kept building. I figured the weirdness of the whole thing was making it a little harder for me to cum than usual, but didn't care. I'd never felt such pleasure, it was the best sex I'd ever had!
Sometime later I was gasping from the effort as I kept fucking the goat, and God how I needed to cum! I'd never fucked ANYthing for this long! But it when on and on; Cecilia whipping my rump every now and then, telling me to speed up or slow down, and then suddenly there was the strangest sensation; an incredibly pleasurable one, as I felt myself start to get an erection. As I felt my cock began to thicken and lengthen I thought, this is impossible, but there was no mistaking that feeling. And as it grew the goat's pussy began to get tighter and slicker as I pushed in deeper and deeper; and the pleasure became almost unbearable, and with every stroke I thought for sure I'd explode, I'd never felt anything near this intense before. I could feel my balls slapping against the goats warm furry body now too, which I hadn't noticed before, but it felt nice.
"Ugghhh, M-Mistress, I gasped, I think...think something's wrong!! I-I can't cum!"
"Silence slave, Cecilia said as she lashed my rump again, you just have to fuck harder, fuck FASTER! DON'T STOP!"
"Y-Yes Mistress!", I sobbed, and sped up again, head thrown back, drool dripping from the corners of my mouth as I lunged into my squealing 'lover', and the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of the goats tight slick pussy, and of my balls slapping against its soft swollen udders, became unendurable, and suddenly I felt my balls clench and rise, and screamed as the most massive, long lasting, and agonizingly pleasurable orgasm I'd ever had racked my body. My cock throbbed and pulsed, spurt after spurt of cum blasting into the goats sex as I kept lunging into it almost mindless from the ecstasy; the goat squealing in obvious pleasure, and I felt a spurt of the goats own orgasmic fluids drench my crotch before I finally was able to slow down, and then stop after a final pulse of my aching cock. It was lucky I had the goat to lean on; otherwise I would have fallen over from the intensity of the orgasm that racked my entire body. I felt the riding crop gently slap against my sore rump again, and Cecilia said,
"Good, slave, it's done. Now dismount and let's have a look at you, see how you turned out."
What does she mean by that? I wondered; she's seen me naked before more then once, as I pulled my still rampant cock out of the goats slick embrace. It slid free with a tight 'slurp', and when I looked down at myself I tried to say something as my mouth worked silently, then finally screamed at the sight of the thing jutting out of a thick penis sheath on my lower stomach!
"Oh, OH, OHHHHH FUCK, I screamed, what the HELL is that!?!"
"That, slave, Cecilia said, is your new cock and balls, and I must say they're quite impressive, even for a Billy Goat."
"B-Billy Goat?" I moaned as I stared, still not believing.
"Yes, Cecilia replied, since you chose to have sex with a goat after drinking the potion, you now have the loins; and seed, of a purebred Billy Goat stud. Had you chosen a sheep you'd have a Ram's, or a boars had you chosen a sow for your partner. Now you'll be able to have sex with Nanny goats as often as you want, Billy's are quite insatiable, and the spell makes you even more so. You'll find it quite impossible to completely satisfy your need, but we'll make sure you have an unending supply of mates to service as you try."
I looked at the thing between my legs in horror. It was close to a foot long where it jutted out from the thick sheath; a sheath covered in white fur, the penis a dark reddish purple color, thick and long with a more pointed glans and corona, pre dripping from a hole in the tip. It looked wet, raw, and was covered with a fine network of veins that pulsed just below the surface. And hanging below it almost down to my knees were two baseball sized oblong orbs in a pink and white scrotum; also covered in thin white fur, one higher in the ballsac then the other. And I could feel them, and my cock, like I never had before. Feel them throbbing with...need, a horrible unnatural need. An animal need.
"NO, NO, NOOO, I sobbed, I don't want THIS! It was just a fantasy! I didn't want an ANIMAL'S cock and balls, change me back, please!"
"Sorry slave, Cecilia said with a truly evil smile; obviously enjoying my terror, the transformation is permanent, those are your new loins now, forever. I suggest you cooperate, if you do we'll give you everything you need, take care of your every want. And all you have to do in return is service the goats we provide you with. It will be a simple, enjoyable, life filled with sexual pleasure. If you don't we have other ways of getting your seed, but they wouldn't be as enjoyable."
"NO, I railed, I'm NOT a slave, fuck this! This is crazy, you're all fucking CRAZY! I'm getting the HELL out of here, and I'll be back with the cops! You can't DO this to me!"
Cecilia frowned, and said something I didn't hear, and the next thing I knew the collar around my neck began to tighten, and as I sagged to my knee's gasping for breath; clawing desperately at the still tightening collar, she said,
*"You did it to yourself you poor stupid man! You begged us to let you fulfill your sexual fantasy, and so we did. NOW you will pay the price by continuing to experience the same sexual pleasure, the sexual pleasure of an animal in rut! You have NO choice! And you WILL obey your new owners, the collar will see to that! We have only to invoke the spell woven into it and it will grow tighter until you suffocate, no matter where you might be, and it can NOT be taken off except by one of us. So you ARE a slave, and this is your new home, and life, as a breeding stud!" Then she said something else, and the collar loosened and returned to its normal size. *
"N-Noooo, please.", I wheezed, gasping for breath on my hands and knees.
"Get up slave, she said, and follow me." And she gave the leash a hard yank.
Helplessly I followed her out of the stall, and to a pen with six more goats inside of it. She opened the gate, motioned for me to enter, and said, "Get to work."
I wanted to yell at her again, to beg, but as soon as I caught the scent of the goats I felt my lust return tenfold, I'd never been so aroused before! Unable to stop myself I mounted one of the goats, gasping in pleasure as my cock lunged into her tight pussy, and then began fucking her with fast powerful thrusts, my huge swollen balls slapping against her udders with an audible smacking sound. I was horrifiedat what I was doing; I could not believe this was happening; that I was doing this so...willingly. But the pleasure, oh God, the pleasure! I needed it, I wanted it! It was all that mattered! And all too soon I gave a deep groan of ecstasy as I orgasmed, my cock throbbing as it spurted again and again. With a final horrified moan of pleasure I dismounted, cum still dribbling form the tip of my cock, and stood breathing heavily.
"You can take a break later, slave, Cecilia said, after you finish with the goats in this pen."
I looked at the five remaining goats in despair, and looked at her, disbelief obvious is my eyes. She smiled that evil smile of hers that made me shudder, and said,
*"Don't worry, slave, you'll be more then able to service all of them, and will want more after that. You see, you have no choice but to respond to a goat in heat the same way as any Billy stud, you can't refuse that need. But since it's late I'll get you settled in as soon as you finish." Then she smiled even wider, and added "Good boy!" as I mounted another goat, and groaning in ecstasy began fucking it. Ohhh, it felt so good! *
*That was what, months, years, ago? I have no way to tell time in this place, there are no clocks or calendars that I can see from the stalls or breeding pens, and I haven't seen one since they'd tired of me at the 'big house' when my 'newness' wore off. Since I was the 'newest stud' I'd been taken to the 'big house' to provide my services to Circe and her followers in an unending orgy that was going on in a large fully equipped dungeon in the basement. And I was quite popular for a very long time. There I was also trained in many different ways of pleasuring my Mistress's and their 'pets', including other 'studs' like myself, and poor souls who had been transformed into true beasts other than just their genitals. *
*As promised they take 'care' of me, just like any other livestock. I have a nice clean stall, am fed regularly and kept healthy and clean, and have grown used to being nude. My early attempts at resistance and one attempt to escape were dealt with harshly, by very simply denying me what I needed the most. And they broke me, and I now see myself as little more than an animal, no better than the others that share the barn with me, neither the natural animals; or the other changelings that are kept in the secure part of the barn with me, when not being supervised in the breeding pens. Because what she told me is true, I need the sex, I live for it, live for the feel of a female between my legs as I service her, cock buried in her hot wet sex, trying desperately to satisfy the insatiable lust that rules my life, a lust I can never entirely slake. *
I was already rampant as we reached the first pen of six goats in heat, my penis having slid from my sheath as I was being taken to start a new day. I have no choice but to respond to them as would any Billy in rut, and with an eager grunt of pleasure I mounted the first one, and soon my balls were slapping against her udders as we mated. This was the first pen of six goats; I would be led to another seven pens before the day was over, as I experience my deepest sexual fantasy again and again, the pleasure and torment unending. And God forgive me, I love it.
** The End**
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