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Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest

Author's Note:

I've decided to post two chapters together, mostly because they're fairly short ones. I'll be doing this again with chapters 8 and 9. If you're enjoying these stories please don't hesitate to rate them highly or to leave comments.

Midnight Interlude

Tascha sagged against the X-shaped cross, sleeping fitfully and uncomfortably. She was apparently forgotten by her captors, who had obviously feasted and fucked themselves to unconsciousness. Worn out by her struggles, and having given up on the possibility of freeing herself, Tascha had resigned herself to trying to get as much rest as she could in her current situation. Still, all she was able to get were little cat-naps, frustratingly brief. She would be in the middle of a pleasant dream – and any dream that didn't have her tied up in this old ruin of a castle was a pleasant dream – when she would wake up, painfully reminded of the discomfort in her limbs and particularly her shoulders.

In one of these waking moments, she thought there was someone there with her in the dark. A motion or a soft footfall betrayed someone nearby.

"Hello?" Tascha tried. Her voice came out as a dry croak. She tried to clear her throat, but that only made her cough.

Quiet little slaps, the sound of bare feet on the stone floor, hurried away in the dark. Cursing silently to herself, Tascha scowled at the shadows around her. She was sure she could hear someone, somewhere in the castle, moaning in sexual pleasure. Tascha was acutely aware of how terribly horny she was, in spite of her predicament. Since coming to Eros, but before being captured by the warrior women, Tascha hadn't gone more than a few hours without sex. The XYZ made sure she and everyone else was perpetually in the mood. Now, though, denied release, Tascha's libido was on a slow boil. She wondered if...

The bare feet, or another pair, were coming back! Tascha could make out a small figure moving from shadow to shadow approaching her. In the pale moonlight that came through the few windows in the hall, she could see that a naked petite, brunette girl was carrying a bucket over to the cross.

"Shhh," the girl hissed when she stopped in front of Tascha. She put the bucket down, and then raised a ladle up, tipping delicious cool water into Tascha's mouth.

Tascha drank it down eagerly, and then all of the second ladle-full. She whispered, "Thank you!"

"I brought some food, too," the girl said. Bending over to undo a small bundle she had brought and laid on the ground, she then brought an apple up and held it so Tascha could take a bite of it. While Tascha chewed, she said, "They say you were with the goats."

"Goats? You mean the satyrs?"

"I guess so," the girl said, giving Tascha another bite of apple. "The ones with horns, goat legs and big dicks."

Tascha chuckled a little, swallowed and said, "Yeah, those are the ones."

"They say all they think about is fucking women," the girl said as she continued to feed Tascha.

"Yeah," Tascha said around the mouthful of apple, "that's about it."

"Can you tell me about them?"

"I don't suppose you could untie me first?" Tascha suggested.

"Oh, no, I couldn't!" the girl gasped. "The sisters would beat me terribly!"

"The 'sisters'?"

"You know the women who tied you up," the girl explained. "They call themselves the Sisterhood."

Calling the warrior women who ran this castle sisters made them sound like Catholic nuns, and that thought made Tascha chuckle.

"I'm only supposed to clean you up, but I brought food and water," she reminded Tascha.

"Fine," Tascha nodded. "Keep feeding me that apple and I'll tell you what you want to know."

Over the course of that hand-fed supper of what became two apples, Tascha told the girl about her first encounter with the satyrs, and how they chased her, caught her and had their way with her. As the girl pressed her for details, Tascha obliged, and admitted that she had made the most of what was at best a bad situation and at worst rape. Tascha had to admit to herself that, as rough as her treatment by the satyrs was, it was much better than the incident with the trees had been, and that she had found herself having fun, up to a point. The girl, though, wasn't interested in hearing about Tascha's emotional reactions or any ethical considerations. Instead she wanted details about how the satyrs had fucked her, particularly about the times when Tascha had serviced more than one of them at a time.

"The first night, there was a lot of that," Tascha admitted. On being pressed, she said, "Yes, in my pussy, my ass and my mouth." Then, "Well, I didn't do much of it before, but I was getting used to it." And, "Usually on my hands and knees, or sitting on one of them."

"It sounds like a

lot

of fun!" the girl enthused. She had finished feeding Tascha, had given her another ladleful of water, and was now getting the cloth she had carried the apples in wet in the bucket.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad, I guess," Tascha said, as the girl stood on tip-toes to wipe down her bound right arm. The rough, wet cloth felt very good on Tascha's skin. After pausing a moment, Tascha went on, saying, "They never wanted to hurt me really, just fuck me, whether or not I wanted to. I made it better on myself by wanting to, at least once they caught me and for the first few hours."

The girl rinsed the cloth and began to wash Tascha's left arm. "I would love to be fucked for hours!"

"Well, after that it started to get old," Tascha admitted. She was enjoying the caress of the cloth, and was more than a little turned on by the horny little brunette. "They let me sleep finally. They were kind of sweet about it, for them anyway. The next morning, though, after breakfast, it was more fucking. They just kept at it all day long, with only short breaks."

"All at the same time?" the girl asked as she moved the cloth over Tascha's forehead and cheeks. She stood very close as she wiped down Tascha's neck.

"Um, not so much," Tascha said. "By then it was mostly one after the other. It was exhausting, and started to get monotonous."

"Monotonous?" The girl was lingering over Tascha's breasts.

"Uh, boring," Tascha shuddered as the rough cloth moved over her erect and straining nipples.

"We don't get to fuck cocks," the girl said as she moved her washcloth down over Tascha's abdomen. She was breathing on Tascha's skin. "The men are just for the sisters. We serving girls have each other and the sisters when they want us. I can't imagine being bored with fucking."

As the girl rinsed and rung out the cloth, Tascha said, "Well, let me put it this way, the satyrs weren't exactly good lovers. They were good fucks, sure – amazing stamina and energy! But they weren't ever trying to make sure I was having a good time. Sex is so much better when you're with someone who is interested in your pleasure as much as his or her own."

The girl was on her knees now, moving the washcloth over Tascha's legs. She said, "I guess I understand that."

"Besides, cocks can be a lot of fun, but after a while, I like to have a woman's touch, if you know what I mean."

"Like this?" the girl asked as she ran her fingertips up along the inside of Tascha's thigh and then very lightly over her pussy lips.

Tascha shivered, and said, "God yes!"

"Shhh!" the girl hissed. "I'm only supposed to clean you up. If we wake someone up, we'll both be in trouble." Then she leaned in and kissed Tascha's exposed pussy. "Tell me what happened then."

"Oh, uh, well, they kept me busy, fucking me that day. I was in no shape to try to escape, and I never got a chance anyway. Yes, that feels so good! Don't stop!"

The girl stopped licking Tascha's pussy and clit, looked up at her with a face shiny with Tascha's nectar, and said, with a playful grin, "Keep telling me the story then."

"Yes, OK." Knowing what the girl wanted to hear, Tascha said, "We all fell asleep for a while, and then, I woke up when I felt one of them fingering me... Yes, like that, only not so nicely." Tascha wished she could hold the girl's head in place, keep her mouth on her, but all she could do to that end was to keep telling her story. "Even though we'd been fucking all day, my pussy was wet, and I wanted to fuck some more. I got up on my knees and he pushed his cock in me and started to fuck me. We weren't trying to be quiet so we were grunting there, and that woke up the other two. They started to play with my tits, which felt very good. Then the one who was fucking me, pulled me up and back, so I was lying back against his chest. God, that feels so good, don't stop! Uh, then one of the others got in front of me... He took his cock and pushed it into my pussy... right in my pussy with the other cock... It felt amazing! They fucked me like that – me between the two hairy goat-men, two cocks inside my pussy... I came so hard... Oh, god! Oh god! Yes, yes!"

Tascha clenched her teeth to keep from shouting out. She pulled against her restraints and the cross creaked as she tensed every muscle in her body. Then the orgasm exploded through her body. She twisted and writhed against the wooden frame, as the little girl's tongue and lips pulled her on and on into a flood of fiery release. The girl kept at it, and Tascha came again and again, until she collapsed against the cross, spent.

After a few moments, Tascha felt the washcloth wiping up the insides of her thighs, cleaning up her own juices. When she was done, the girl stood up in front of Tascha and asked, "What happened then?"

Tascha sighed, "The rest of the night was more of the same, fucking and more fucking. We finally all fell asleep. When I woke up, they were gone. I have no idea what happened, but they were gone. The next thing I knew, before I could even get up off the ground, I was surrounded by the sisters and men who brought me here."

"Why don't you do what they ask?" the girl asked.

"Well, partly because they didn't

ask

," Tascha smiled.

"You said the satyrs didn't ask."

"Yes, but they weren't mean."

"I think I understand," the girl nodded.

"I'm Tascha, by the way."

"I'm Nina."

"Thank you, Nina. For everything."

"You're welcome," Nina smiled. "I hope they untie you soon."

"Me too!"

Nina then took her bucket, washcloth, ladle and two apple cores, and disappeared into the shadows. Tascha tried to get some more sleep.

Atop the Cliffs

The whole group was quiet and not at all cheerful when they resumed their hike toward what they hoped was the river at the bottom of the valley. The women were all pained from their experience with the sex-vines, and very far from thinking the forest through which they were moving was a nice place for a stroll and the occasional frolic. Don had not been violated in the same manner, but he was acutely aware of their physical and emotional discomfort. Moreover, though he had truly been unable to help in any way, his impotence during the attack (he could think of no better word for it) left him in a dark mood. When he had convinced Tascha that he was up to leaving the Manor in search of a way home, he had only considered the danger to himself, and then, when the subject came up, to Shelonda and Amy, who were only coming along out of friendly helpfulness and a lust for kicks, respectively. He had not taken seriously the extent to which this course of action might put Tascha herself in danger.

Of course, Tascha was her own person, and she was determined to find a way home. Nothing Don could do or say would deter her from that course of action. Neither would he try to do so. He had no right to forbid her anything of the sort. That wasn't what was bothering him. What worried him was the very thought that something bad might happen to her here, and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Sure, everyday life was full of random risks and dangers, but somehow you forgot about the possibility that someone you loved might get hit by a drunk driver while walking home from the store. Here, in this strange little adventure, it was now impossible for Don to put the dangers out of his mind. He didn't know if he could handle it if something actually terrible happened to Tascha. He had loved her for years, and even more so now.

These thoughts and the mood of the women, kept Don in a subdued, remarkably un-horny mood. When they bedded down for the night – after making sure the area was free of dildo-shaped vegetation of any kind – they set a watch, and nobody started any mischief. It was the first night since arriving in the Manor that Don went to sleep without having sex just beforehand. It helped a bit that he took the first watch, and didn't have to try to fall asleep with still wakeful beautiful women lying next to him.

Only after noon on the next day did a spirit of friskiness return. Naturally enough, it was Amy who got things going, spanking Shelonda hard on the ass and then fleeing just long enough to make the other girl exert herself. By the time the others caught up to them, they were making out on the grassy hillside. Nicole joined in the fun, while Don and Tascha looked on, both amused and aroused. That night, things were back to normal, if a bit less boisterous than usual. Don fell asleep with Tascha's head on his chest, while Shelonda took the first watch.

The next day, they found themselves descending a steady, rocky slope to a sudden drop. They came to a halt at the top of a cliff face at least 20 meters high, at the bottom of which was a fast flowing, broad river.

"Think that's the river we're looking for?" Nicole asked.

"Hard to say," Don shrugged.

"Well, we can't climb down that," Tascha said.

Amy suggested, "We could jump."

"That's crazy," Tascha responded a bit sharply.

"We'd just hit the water," Amy pointed out.

"Yeah, but you could hurt yourself hitting the water, and we don't have any idea how deep the river is," Tascha explained with a genuine smile, apparently regretting her crankiness of a moment ago. "You could break every bone in your pretty body."

"Why would we want to get down there anyway?" Shelonda asked.

"Exactly," Don nodded. "We need to either go that way, up-river, to find the source, or the other way, to see if this river joins up with another, bigger river. Either way, we don't need to risk breaking our necks climbing or jumping."

"Well, which way should we go, then?" Nicole asked.

"I think we should go downriver a ways and see if we come to another river, or someone who can give us some more information," Don said. Nobody had any objection to this plan. Neither did they object when he said, "But first let's take a break."

In another few minutes they were all naked and Amy was sitting on a big moss covered rock, while Tascha knelt between her legs, licking and sucking at Amy's clit and pussy. Shelonda and Nicole clambered up on the rock on either side of Amy and were taking turns kissing her, each other or Amy's tits. Don stood back for a moment, hard cock in hand, admiring the scene. In front of him, was Tascha's upturned butt and ready pussy, ready for him if he wanted either or both of them. Above that were Tascha's thin, muscular back, Amy's strong legs and abs, and then a confusion of wonderful breasts and sexy, beautiful faces. Don could join in anywhere and be happily welcome. All around them were rocky outcroppings, trees and green underbrush – a beautiful natural garden of sorts – almost Eden-like. Off to the side, only a dozen meters away was the cliff edge. In the other direction, back the way they had come, the hillside was broken at intervals into sloping shelves. On an outcropping upstream and away from the river, so doubly uphill, but with a clear view of the spot where the women were already having so much fun, were two figures wearing black robes with hoods covering their heads. Don saw them first out of the corner of his eye, and then confirmed their presence without looking at them directly.

Thinking quickly, Don reached down to caress Tascha's ass. He ran his hand down between her cheeks and trailed his fingers over her dewy outer lips. He bent down over her back as he pushed two fingers gently up inside Tascha's very wet pussy. He whispered to her, "Don't stop what you're doing. There are a couple of Watchers watching us. I'm going to take Shelonda and try to sneak up on them. Keep up the show."

"Mm-hm!" Tascha managed and nodded a little.

Don stood up and moved around to Shelonda, who was on the side of the rock furthest from the Watchers. Trying not to be conspicuous, he leaned over and kissed one of the girl's beautiful breasts, catching her nipple in his mouth. While he suckled at her luscious tit, Don parted her legs and pulled her a bit toward him. Happy to cooperate, Shelonda scooted forward a bit, allowing Don access to her pussy. Though he could easily fuck her this way, he wanted to move her further from the group, so that's what he did, coaxing her away from Amy and Nicole. Soon, Don and Shelonda were fucking against the side of the rock, away from the Watchers.

Shelonda had her arms around Don's neck and her beautiful, full breasts against his chest as he screwed her vigorously. While he did this, he also whispered to her what he had in mind. When the two of them dropped to the ground next to the rock, they thought it must seem to the Watchers that they were merely continuing their fucking, but unfortunately out of sight.

Don was pleasantly surprised that Shelonda immediately dropped out of horny sex kitten mode and stealthily followed his lead. Don had left his staff, along with his other things, on the wrong side of the rock, near where Tascha was still going down on Amy, but Shelonda was able to pick hers up off the ground near where they had dropped out of sight. Don lead the way, first toward the river, and then up hill, staying screened behind shrubbery as they moved quickly and quietly, hunched over.

When Don was sure they were well out of the view of Watchers, Don risked a dash across an open area and a quick clamber up a steep rise to put them behind and above the position where he had seen the Watchers. He slowed down and crept forward, hoping to catch the black-robed voyeurs unawares. They could hear the sound of Amy coming loudly, as well as some sound from Nicole. Don suspected Tascha had found a way to encourage them to ham it up a bit.

Unfortunately, though, when he peered around the trunk of tree to the place where the Watchers had been, they were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn!" Don hissed. He looked around carefully through the trees and undergrowth, but couldn't see any sign of the black robes.

"Do you think they heard or saw us?" Shelonda asked as they stood up and walked out to the little clearing where the Watchers had been standing.

"They must have," Don shrugged frowning. "I thought we did a good job, though."

"I smell shampoo," Shelonda said.

"Huh, yeah, so do I," Don nodded, "and that looks like a shoe print there in the dirt."

Just then, though, a loud shout made Don and Shelonda look toward the rock where they'd left their friends. Apparently, while Don and Shelonda had been sneaking up on the Watchers, a bunch of men had been sneaking up on Tascha, Nicole and Amy. One of the men had come up behind Tascha, caught her from around the waist and pulled her up and away from between Amy's legs. Tascha, who was the one who had given the initial shout, was kicking and struggling in the grasp of the man who held her, while a second man tried to close in on her from the front. Yet another man had already managed to get between Amy's legs and was shoving them roughly apart. Another man was rudely pulling Nicole from off the rock, where she had been kneeling over Amy's face. Two other men were on the rock, either helping with Nicole, or trying to hold Amy down – it wasn't clear from where Don and Shelonda were. All of these observations were made in the second it took for Don to spring into action, jumping down from the rocky shelf, and running down toward the women and the men. Shelonda followed close on his heels.