“No, please, get away! Augh! Stop! Someone please help me! Oh, Richard, wake up and help me!”
I squinted my eyes and focused on her thrashing body, stretched out on the stone platform. The satyrs were crowded around her, pawing and stroking her naked body. Their interest centered on her p***y, with their cunning and skilled fingers pulling its lips apart. They chattered softly to each other, stroking the pink wetness inside her p***y, then sucking their fingers. Other squeezed and kneaded her breasts, amused by her frantic struggles.
Their language was a hodgepodge of buzzing lips, snorting grunts, and a trilling and clacking of tongues. They had been taught speech by the birds, the squirrels, and the wind rustling through the trees. But these beings were not animals, nor were they demon
