At the height of his climax, Vulkan threw back his head and roared out in triumph. The sound of his voice boomed and reverberated around the vaulted chamber as he stood rigidly to attention, his musculature as hard as beaten iron as the incredible sensations exploded out of his groin to flood every fibre of his new being with raw sexual energy. He gasped with wonder as the fountain of boiling spunk continued to pulse from his throbbing balls, even as he withdrew his turgid phallus from the woman's mouth and splattered his final fluids over her heaving breasts.
Spent at last, he released her so that she sagged down on to all fours, gasping with heartfelt thanks that the massive organ had at last been withdrawn from her mouth. She sucked in huge gulps of much needed air, her stomach pumping erratically as she tried to balance her breathing.
However, her relief proved short lived as Vulkan stooped and fastened his hands about her ankles, yanking her legs straight out behind her at the level of his waist. Stretching her entire body straight out between the post and his powerful frame. Once again, the wench began to scream as her tormentor spun her through one hundred and eighty degrees, twisting the chains together at her wrists so that she was presented to him belly up.
"Oh please God! help me!" she cried desperately as Vulkan spread her legs wide and shuffled forward between them. His hands moving up to grasp at the soft flesh behind her knees as he offered his cock up the darkly haired bulge of her tightly sealed sex. The woman craned her neck to look disbelievingly at the satyr's mighty weapon, still furiously erect despite his titanic orgasm of only a few moments ago. Vulkan grinned widely at her disbelieving goggle-eyed expression.
"Oh yes bitch," he snarled nastily, "I still have plenty of juice left for you."
The serving girl shook her head from side-to-side sobbing desperately.
"No please don't, it's too big, you'll rip me apart."
Prince Vulkan's eyes seemed to gleam with a maniacal brilliance as he listened to her desperate pleas, his smile spreading even wider as he taunted her.
"Then prepare to be ripped apart, slut."
As he spoke, the satyr grunted massively and thrust his pelvis forward, the semen and saliva soaked cock plunging into her unprepared vulva all of the way up to her waiting cervix in one searing action. The wench's scream soared to an even higher pitch as her innermost tract was, in one excruciating instant, torn fully open and stretched far beyond anything it had ever known before.
"Vulkan threw back his head and roared in unsympathetic unison with her, tossing her hips up and down excitedly in his powerful arms as he savoured the ecstasy of her deliciously tight sheath. Then he began to lunge into her; long, furious strokes that wrenched the delicate leaves of her labia in and out, pummelling the entrance to her womb until she ached throughout the whole of her pudendum.
The wench could only hang in the air shaking helplessly, flopping about like a rag-doll as the newly emerging satyr used her to sate his terrible need for sex. She sobbed as her insides cramped, his rigid phallus expanding to even greater proportions in the moments prior to his second ejaculation. The massive outpouring flooded forth in a boiling cataract to wash against the entrance to her bruised womb, the overflow running out to coat the insides of her thighs.
The merciless shafting went on for hours as the maladapted prince explored his newfound carnal appetite. He revelled in his sexual power over the female as he fucked her with a priapic energy that he had only dreamt about before his terrible, yet remarkable transmogrification.
At dawn, Malpurgo entered the chamber to find Vulkan on his knees, once again busily thrusting himself into the grunting female resting on all fours before him. This time, the humungous, veined rod was lodged in the wench's anus and despite the cool, dank atmosphere; her jolting body was bathed in sweat from her hours of effort. She strove to keep her arms locked and her hips sharply upturned lest the cruel prince have greater cause to punish by slapping and pinching at her abundant buttocks, breasts and belly meat.
The wizard had to call out three times before Vulkan heard and obeyed the deep-seated hypnotic suggestion. Haltingly and with evident reluctance, he disengaged himself from the woman, leaving her to subside into the floor, her arms and legs leaden with exhaustion. Between her slack thighs the crushed and bloodied openings of her rectum and vulva gaped wide, twin rivers of thick, lathered effluvium pouring slowly from both devastated orifices to pool beneath her on the cool stone.
Obediently, Vulkan allowed the ever-present grulls to lead him back to the upturned table, standing quiescent as they fastened his restraints and cranked the mechanism flat, before wheeling the table across the passage into the wizard's laboratory.
Once back in his inner sanctorum Malpurgo proceeded to reinforce Vulkan's trance like state with a further selection of drugs and spells. The wizard implanted additional hypnotic suggestions deep within the malformed psyche, powerful routines that would allow the rapacious prince to control his monstrous sexual urges once he had left the security of Castle Gliss. Satisfied that all was finally ready, Malpurgo brought Vulkan back to life.
The prince looked at the wizard and then down at himself. This time without any feelings of revulsion, for the magical compounds that Malpurgo had previously introduced into his body had now taken their full effect. The wizard noted the dawning light of acceptance in the prince's expression and nodded knowingly to himself. He had deliberately chosen the cruel, selfish and venal Prince Vulkan above a more righteous subject as the changing process followed and amplified existing character traits. And Lord Malpurgo required a cruel, selfish and venal man, albeit one with special gifts, to achieve his ends.
The wizard waited until his subject's eyes lost their glassy look and focussed upon his face.
"Are you ready to serve me now my prince?"
"What must I do?" the youth replied immediately.
"Something that will come very easy to a satyr," said Malpurgo simply, "you must fuck!"
"Who's the lucky lady?" asked Vulkan quickly. The mere mention of the sex act making the thickened twist of cock flesh once again writhe between his thighs as if with a will of its own.
"Queen Amariza and her daughter the Princess Flamia and all the other ladies of child bearing age in the royal household of the Kingdom of Dashane," said the wizard. His voice became almost hushed as he considered the appalling scope of his coming revenge.
"You will scourge and despoil them all, impregnating each with a litter of malignant imps that will grow to overrun and destroy Good King Leopold's royal dynasty for ever!"
Vulkan grinned lasciviously as he visualised the task ahead.
"May I ask what Leopold has done to so earn your enmity my master?"
Malpurgo sat down in a large throne like chair carved from an ancient block of dense, dark wood and smiled almost pleasantly at his creation.
"Two summers ago Dashane's northern borders were plagued by nomad raiders who struck deep into the rich cantons of Muck, Haldane and Showa; murdering, raping and plundering. Always they struck at night and by the time Leopold's knights would arrive, the raiders were always long gone, disappeared into the mountains from whence they came. Leopold appealed to me to use my powers to divine the secret hiding places of the nomads, saying that I could name my own reward if I served him truly, which I did and he led a great campaign to wipe them out. When the King returned victorious, I duly attended his Court and applied for payment in the form of the hand of his daughter the Princess Flamia."
Malpurgo grimaced at the still bitter memories.
"Leopold refused, saying that I was attempting to trick him to demand such a precious prize. Whilst the Queen publically branded me a pervert and a fool and ordered the guards to flog me out of the palace. And so it transpired, with the young Flamia and all of the assembled nobles of the court laughing and scoffing at me."