Jake and Hesta Banner had been married for two years, but having been so occupied with their clothing business, which was now booming, they were taking this chance to have a real honeymoon. They had promised themselves a whole four weeks of driving through Greece, a country they both wanted to see.

They had never been to Greece, but both had grown up hearing about the history and the mythology. An evening class had taught Jake a workable use of the language.

 “The scenery alone will be worth it," Hesta had enthused, "but there's the architecture, the Acropolis in Athens, for a start. Then there's all the mythology." Jake had watched her adoringly, enjoying her enthusiasm, knowing that much of it was to please him.

He had to remind himself of how lucky he was to have found himself such a gorgeous wife. With that face of classical beauty, high cheekbones, wide blue eyes, and hair the tawny colour of a lioness, even before they started courting, Jake's pulses had been set racing by the shapely body he noticed across the workshop floor. High, firm breasts, and curves that ideally fit with her trim five-feet, six-inch frame.

To finally have access to all this wonder had been a gift from the Gods. Especially when he discovered the avidity with which she was prepared to offer her charms to him, and pay homage to his own body. Jake had known a few women, but Hesta's pure sexuality had stunned him. And it hadn't really appeared until he took her virginity. From that time, it just got better and better.

Athens and the Acropolis had been everything they had expected, and the National Archeology Museum had taken nearly a full day.

"Those statues, God, some of those guys were hung nearly as well as you," Hesta laughed, as they lay in bed in the up-market hotel that night.

Jake was lying naked, while Hesta, also naked, kneeled alongside him, squeezing his erection between her breasts, occasionally scrubbing over her pink-tipped nipple. She loved doing this to him, seeing his handsome face react to her every move.

For her, seeing Greece was a marvellous experience, but the nights had brought a major bonus. Being totally relaxed, away from the duties of the business, and being with each other all day, their sex lives had been special. Hesta would have said that it could not be possible. Since giving herself to Jake, she had found unknown sensuous depths in herself, and together they had explored the many ways of lavishing physical pleasure on each other.

But here in Greece, experiences seemed heightened. They'd taken in the Temple of Poseidon, and looked out over the Aegean Sea. They'd walked in the clean fresh air, up mountainsides just for the view, or to see the ruins of some old temple. It was all so pleasurable and relaxed.

"Sometime, before we leave, we must make love in the open air."

"That would really be a first," Jake had agreed.

After each of their excursions, they had come back to the hotel, ate a hearty meal, drunk a little wine, and retired to make a perfect sexual end to the day. On the previous night, Jake had insisted that he be the giver, and Hesta just had to lie back, while he tongued and kissed her upper body, mouth, face, eyes, and shoulders. When he moved onto her breasts with his mouth, Hesta knew she was on a pathway to ecstasy. Her breasts had always been sensitive.

One night, when he'd moved his mouth down to her pussy lips, and licked and sucked at her clit, while his fingers, searched her two lower orifices, she had orgasmed so violently that she found herself grabbing his stiff member, and working it so hard and so swiftly that he, already high with his ministrations on her body, had shot his load across her belly. The pair of them had fallen back laughing helplessly.

So, the next night she became the giver, and as she played with his hard cock over her breasts, he had gasped, "Do you think we can do this every night of the holiday?"

She had paused and with a cheeky grin said, "If you're man enough."

For her needs, she was sure he was man enough. Her comment comparing him with the statues had been no false compliment. She’d only known two other cocks, each she had hand-jobbed to relieve them of their load. Jake's, now firmly gripped between her breasts, as he groaned beneath her, was at least two inches longer, and she adored it.

Hesta bent her head down to run her tongue over the wide purple head.

"Witch!"

She gave a half smile, before moving her body to bend lower and lick along the full length of his rod, lifting it to do a return lick along the underside vein.

She was pleasantly aware that his hand was stroking on her inner thigh from the back, and his fingers were beginning to tease along her very moist channel. Accordingly, she took his hardness and held it so that her open mouth hovered just above it. Glancing sideways to see his face, she then lowered her head, so that her open mouth enveloped his whole erection, and she pressed her head down to feel that large purple head strike at the entrance to her throat. Then, with her tongue working feverishly around it, she started the purposeful sucking that she knew would eventually drive him to fulfilment.

She knew that she was good at this, even though she had never performed this act until just before they were married.

Jake had joked, "You know, I wouldn't have married you if you couldn't do that."

To which she had replied, "Listen, fella, your thing is three inches longer because of me."

So, she gave his adored member all her oral attention. She was aware that Jake was trying to turn her, so he could get to a sixty-nine position, but she was determined to out-battle him tonight. Hesta wanted most of the pleasure to be his. Mouthing him had, surprisingly, become quite a pleasing experience for her, but most of the joy came from knowing what it did to Jake.

Her mouth was working faster now, her teeth made gentle contact with his heaving rod, as she listened for his tell-tale moan and grunt and waited for the spurt. Faster and faster, she pumped at him now, every full stroke striking down her throat toward her tonsils.

"You cruel witch!" he growled, and there was so much desperation in the sound that she was sure he was on the verge.

She was right. Within seconds, came his moan, as he heaved his hips upwards to press further into her throat, and she held it there as it spurted wave after wave of his white stuff, and she swallowed willingly, as his hand stroked the back of her head. 

As they lay together after the passion had passed, he asked, "Don't you want to get something out of tonight's activity?"

"I just got a bellyful of your white stuff. I think that'll do me for tonight." They lay laughing together until they both fell asleep.

The next morning, they were packed, signed out of the hotel, and in the car, heading north by eleven o’clock.

"It’s quite a distance to Mount Olympus," Jake said, negotiating a tricky bend. "We won't get there in just one day.".

Hesta thought it was wonderful just seeing the country open around them. Olive trees, cultivated grape vines, row on row, and masses of shrubbery. Beyond that, on both sides, there were distant mountains, and nearer hills. She lay back to enjoy it all.

Jake was enjoying it too, but his mind was playing around the way their sex life was developing. She was a wonder. There were times though, when he was inside her, and they were heaving together, that he felt, despite the kind things she said about his size, she had so much moist openness he would have liked to have been big enough to thrust even deeper. Just being greedy, wasn't he?

They had been driving for a while, when she suddenly sat up and pointed out to the left.

"Oh, look, Jake, over there. Those two peaks, so much greener than others we've passed."

Jake glanced, and had to admit, the peaks with the foothills below them did look very attractive.

"Can I see houses in the distance?"

Heat haze obscured some of the view, but Hesta too thought there was a splash of distant white that could have been houses.

"Could we go and explore?" she asked. "That was going to be part of this holiday, anyway."

Jake agreed, and soon a pale signpost pointing to the left appeared, and sure enough, there was a left turn onto a narrower road. As Jake turned the car onto this diversion, he said, "Did you catch a village name on that sign?"

"It was very old and faint, but it was Priax, I think."

"I'll bet that's not on any map. Hope there's a tavern. Maybe we can get a room for the night."

The narrow road was full of pot-holes, but after about three miles they reached the village. Small white cottages bordered the road, and one or two were set back on the hillside. A small white chapel stood further down the road but, thankfully, before that, there was a tavern.

Three old men sat at a table outside, playing some obscure card game, looking, as Hesta commented, "Like something out of an old painting."

Inside looked reasonably clean and rather bare, A few tables with wooden chairs around them, and a bar which ran along the rear wall, which also contained two closed doors.

Jake used his Greek language on the owner, a short man in his mid-fifties, called Sakis, and in no time they were shown into a fairly small room, far removed from the five-star hotels they'd been using. But at least it was tidy and cared for. A double bed, a sideboard and a wardrobe made up the plain furnishing. On the floor was what looked like a brand-new rug, rather out of place. A bathroom, with toilet, was just across the corridor.

Downstairs again, they had a sandwich made by the owner's wife, a stern-faced plump lady, but, when Jake asked about an evening meal, she smiled and said that she would make them a kleftiko, a popular Greek dish.

They took a casual stroll around the village, before returning and changing from shorts into something as Jake put it, "More suitable for dining." So, for him, it was casual shirt and pants, while Hesta wore a plain, simple summer dress.

The kleftiko was surprisingly delicious and Jake told Sakis, to compliment his wife on the meal, and asked if there were any particular landmarks they might look for on the following day. Hesta watched as there followed a rather long conversation between the two men, in which she noticed a smile crease Jake's face as they spoke.

When Sakis returned to his chores, Hesta asked, taking a sip of the red wine. "What was all that about?”

The smile had not left Jake's face, "Big surprise. He told me that up among the pines of the first peak there is a ruined temple. People rarely go up there, which isn't surprising since it was dedicated to a very special minor God, Priapus."

Hesta saw little reason for his smile, "What was he God of?"

"Priapus was said to be a fertility God, protecting livestock, fruit, plants, crops, gardens and-  wait for it—"

"What?"

"Male genitalia."

"What? You better get up there fast to pay homage."

"I agree. Especially since he was said to have a certain endowment."

"Which was?"

“Don’t you remember the little statuettes in the gift shop In Athens. You laughed at them.”

Hesta did recall now, "The ones with the huge cocks sticking out?”

“That was an image of Priapus, and his cock was said to be permanently erect."

"Mmm, interesting. Maybe I should pay homage. Make you jealous, would it?"

"I knew he gave his name to an affliction - priapism – an erection that lasts for hours – but can be quite painful.”

Hesta leaned in close, “Oh, you wouldn’t mind a little pain if you could please me, would you?”  And she laughed so loud that men sitting at the bar looked around.

Jake gave her a fond smile, and told her, “Sakis told me something interesting about this temple. An old wife’s tale, or should I say old man's tale that every twenty-five years, at this time of year, when the moon is full, two virgins are sacrificed to Priapus. Rumour has it that two girls, well, young women, one eighteen, one nineteen did disappear fifty years ago."

Hesta gave him an up and under look, "Damn, virgins. I don't qualify. That's your fault."

They were still laughing when an old man, with a deeply wrinkled face, limped to the table, and spoke in Greek, so Hesta could only watch Jake try to keep a straight face as they conversed. Sitting opposite her, gulping a beer that Jake had bought for him, he glanced occasionally at the low neckline of her dress. A final glance at Hesta's cleavage and he hobbled away, and Jake could finally explain his smile.

"More old wives stuff. Said we shouldn't disbelieve. A May full moon is essential. From being a boy, he’d seen folk hide eligible females when the May moon was due." He shook his head, "How about this? Priapus actually takes human form on the day of full moon, as he searches for virgins."

 Jake burst out laughing again, "Local young men have offered to rescue young women from virginity."

 "Just like home," she said, and they laughed together.

"He warned that no one goes near the ruins after dark tomorrow night - the full moon."

"Well, I don’t think we'll be staying that late, do you?”.

"Oh, I just love this kind of ancient folklore," Jake declared. "If I collect enough I may write a book about them."

As they got into the old metal bed, later, the clanking of the springs, and the bumping against the wall, warned them that the bed was not for fun. Within seconds they were giggling on the rug, performing a very conventional missionary position, and all of that.

As she felt Jake grunting and spilling his seed deep inside her, she, in the throes of her own passion, was wondering when she should admit to him that she had stopped taking the pill when this holiday started. She knew he wouldn't mind, and she longed to be pregnant, so she could surprise him.

Next morning, Jake chatted with Sakis about the location of the temple ruin, and was given locations to look out for. He told Jake it would take about two hours and warned about the steepness of the final stretch. His wife had kindly provided sandwiches for lunch.

They started just before eleven o'clock, both wearing shorts, heavy duty trainers and baseball caps. Hesta wore a thin blue blouse, while Jake had a checked shirt.  Jake was happy to admire her buttocks in those tight little shorts, as she walked ahead of him up the early trail.

As far as possible they kept under the trees for cover from the scorching sun. "Sakis said it was exceptionally hot for May."

Hesta wiped her brow, "He wasn't wrong."

At last, they reached the spot where the foothills gave way to the steeper rise the mountain. Jake looked at his watch. We've been walking for over two hours now, and we must have some way to go."

Hesta looked around her, "Looks like a good spot to eat and take on some water."

Jake agreed, and they were quickly nestled on a little hillock, under the shade of the pines. Eating was good, but the water was better, even though it wasn't as cool as they would have liked.

"Lovely view," Hesta remarked, looking through a gap in the pines which revealed the sweep of the valley below them. Now she gave Jake one of her naughty smiles, "Remember what we said about doing it in the open air?"

He leaned over to kiss her gently, "Nice thought, but don't you think we should save some energy for this next stage?"

Hesta couldn't argue with that, and soon she was leading the way up a much narrower and steeper track. "We're looking for a clearing," Jake told her.

"Can you imagine," she panted, "how hot we'd be if we didn't have the shade of the pines? God, this is a tough climb. I hope Priapus appreciates our efforts to reach his temple."

"Did I tell you, he's depicted in some of the porno pics in Pompeii."

"With his reputation for constant erection, I'm not surprised." Hesta laughed.

At last, they came to a space where the trees thinned out into a grassy clearing. They each had a good drink of water, and Jake noticed how the perspiration on Hesta's blouse was emphasizing her bosom.

"Good job you're wearing a bra," he told her. "I mightn't have been able to resist you."

"Big talker," she laughed. "Where now?"

Jake pointed to the right-hand corner of the clearing where the pines looked to be thickest. "Right-hand corner he said."

It only took a brief search to find the pathway overlaid with undergrowth. The bad news was it appeared to be even steeper than the route they had just negotiated.

"Once more unto the breach, my dear."

Hesta laughed, "I hope I can still walk tomorrow."

The climb was difficult, with little outcrops of rock having to be negotiated. Jake had lost track of time. All he knew was he was hot and sweaty, and just a mite tired. He admired the way his plucky wife kept going.

At last, they came to another break in the trees. Hesta had wondered what the sound had been as they came up that last stretch, and now she found that, to her joy, it was a mini waterfall, from a stream that appeared to come out of the mountain itself.

She had begun unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh, boy, is that tempting?"

"Hang on, dear. The temple can't be far from here. Let's find it and then we've got this to look forward to."

In fact, the first crumbling walls, overgrown with ivy and vines, were just a couple of hundred yards further along. There was a gap, which clearly had been the entrance, but the arch had long ago collapsed.

Moving inside, they passed low walls looking as though they had been rooms of some kind. Then it opened out into what Jake thought would have been the main hall. At one end, to their right, was a straight length of high wall with rings set in it, and to the left was a narrow dais, also with rings low on both visible corners. Jake estimated that it was six feet, by three feet, by something like three feet high.

“What do you think that's for?" he asked Hesta.

“Looks like one of those sacrifice tables you see in horror movies."

“Is this all you've got to show us, Mr Priapus?"

Hesta laughed, and said, "Who would build a place like this all the way up here? And why?"

“Privacy," he suggested.

Laughing, they walked to the other side of the main hall, and were surprised to find two complete rooms, separated by a short corridor. No roof on the left-hand room, but the right-hand room had half a ceiling. These were really the most substantial remains of the whole temple.

"Did Sakis say how old this was?" Hesta asked.

“He said a thousand years. It's held up pretty well if that's true."

In the main hall, they had been exposed to the direct sun and were now hotter than ever.

"Can we go and get cooler now?" Hesta pleaded.

Without too much delay they were naked and splashing each other in the wonderfully cold water. The falls weren't quite high enough to make a complete shower, but by crouching, it was possible to get a similar effect. Soon their cooled hands were moving over each other’s bodies, and their laughs and giggles became grunts of pleasure.

Hesta leaned right down to kiss the purple head of his rising erection, while his fingers trailed over her breasts, before sliding into the fuzz between her legs. Without any discussion or agreement, they came out of the water onto a shaded grassy bank, and Jake's erection slid smoothly into her.

"We're doing it in the open air," he whispered.

“About time," Hesta gasped.

That moment; she could never explain how sensuous that moment of entry always was, that easy, cosy, thrilling glide of his shaft as it drove into her, large and lovely.

Soon they found their mutual rhythm, which had seemed to come naturally to them from their first encounter. As his shaft thrust up into her, she was heaving her hips to take it, and on the release, she flexed her inner muscles to encourage the next thrust.

For Jake, these were the best of times, that sheer delight of serving her, of thinking only of her desires. He got so much out of that. This was going to be a special one, he could tell. Whether it was the open air, their freedom, he couldn't say, but they were going for a long time. He, feeling particularly strong now, might, like Mr Priapus, have a permanent erection. He mumbled this into her ear, before dropping his head to kiss her breasts frantically.

Hesta might have laughed at his comparison but her lower body was so alive, so open, so welcoming of his lusty strokes, that she was unable to respond. More than that, she knew that her body was preparing for a massive orgasm. All her nerve ends from groin to breast were aflame, telling her, she was about to lose all control. As ever, her head began to toss from side to side, uncontrollably.

It was on one of these movements to the right that her eyes were briefly open, and for a second, she saw a figure at the edge of the clearing, watching their cavorting. But her rising passion could not be disturbed, on a second turn in that direction, there was nothing but trees and shadows.

All in her mind, a mind that was almost gone out of her. Jake had drawn his hard shaft back, and now with a mighty thrust he was reaching into her deepest parts, and her whole being burst as she cried out, body gone from her. Her orgasm was like none she could remember. She wanted everything at once, wanted him up inside her, wanted his strength in her mouth, between her breasts, in her anus, where it had never been. Wanted all of it but was sure that was what she was getting.

Jake was well aware of what was happening to his wife beneath him, and he was able to keep going inside her, a massive piston, which he now admitted could not be erect for much longer, not when it had discharged what it was building up to discharge. Feeling, and hearing Hesta beneath him, he gave two more rapid long thrusts and shot everything he had into her...

They lay very still, silent for a while, breathing slowly coming back to normal. Hesta felt his cock slip out of her to flop wetly against her thigh.

"Big talker," she sighed.

“Nobody's perfect."

“You are," she said fervently, squeezing his hand, just as she recalled the figure she saw. She told Jake.

He gave her a kindly smile and looked all around them.

"I don't think so. Any description?"

Hesta had to think. It seemed so silly now, in the silence of this place. "I thought he wore a check shirt."

“Like mine?"

“No, large checks, like—like cowboys wear." She laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.

Jake kissed her, "I'll check the clothes. See if they've dried."

He went the short distance to where they'd been laid in the sun and brought them back.

"Not bad," he said, slipping into his shirt, and passing Hesta hers. Pulling on his pants, he came to where Hesta lay, and flopped down beside her, "Wow, I feel just a little knocked out now."

“Me too," she replied pulling on her shorts, letting him put his arm around her and snuggling against his chest.

“A little rest and well make our way back."

"Mm, yes. It's been a lovely busy day."

oOo

Hesta woke up startled, not sure what had awakened her. The sun was gone from the sky and the trees around them had darkened. She turned to Jake. Jake wasn't there. Worriedly she looked around her, at the trees, at the tumbling water behind her. Where was he?

Tentatively she called, "Jake. Jake. Are you there?"

On her feet now, she walked around the area, calling out again. Jake wouldn't just leave her. She was positive on that score. Gone to relieve himself? He wouldn't have needed to move far away for that. Gone back to the ruin? Why would he? She walked that way and glanced towards the stones, and called his name once more. Nothing.

A chill ran through her. Something had happened to him. It had to be that. Had he fallen, knocked himself unconscious maybe? But she couldn't just search blindly. From the look of the sky, the light would be failing shortly. Should she try to find her way back? Get help. Her hands were trembling with the responsibility of doing the right thing.

At that moment she turned to her left, and there standing on the fringe of the pines was a figure. Jake? But she knew automatically that it wasn't him. This figure was wearing a checked shirt!

Hesta stood frozen there. Her brain was telling her to run, but her legs wouldn't obey. Was this the figure she had seen at the height of her orgasm? Had he actually watched that?  If he had, what could be on his mind now?

As that troubling thought hit her, the man took a step away from the trees. He was quite tall, dark-skinned, with thick, wild black hair, not unhandsome. Despite her fear, Hesta couldn't help noticing the way he was dressed.

Nothing wrong with the check shirt, but the baggy pants he was wearing looked totally out of place with his masculine figure. Then he spoke, one single word, in Greek, and Hesta searched her brain to tie it in with the useful vocabulary Jake had tried to teach her before they left.

Got it. He was asking if she was lost. She nodded her head and tried to indicate that her husband was missing. For just a moment she was aware of his dark eyes moving down over her body and lingering at where her tanned thighs jutted from her shorts. Then he uttered another word, and Hesta recognised that he was asking for the name of the village.

"P- Priax," she stammered.

For just a moment his eyebrows raised, then he turned away and waved for her to follow, pointing a long finger down the mountain. He was leading her back. She could get help for Jake wherever he was. But her big worry now was that night was closing in. The sky was darkening.

After a few yards down a steep slope, her guide called over his shoulder, another questioning word, which Hesta recognised much more quickly. He was asking her name.

“Hesta," she told him.

At that, his back stiffened, and he stopped walking. Slowly he turned his head and those eyes, seeming brighter now even in the dim light, moved from her face down over the rest of her body. Under his gaze, Hesta felt most uncomfortable. It was as though he was removing first her shirt and then her shorts with his eyes.

But, she was relieved when he turned away and started walking again. After just a few yards they came to a fork in the path, and to her surprise, he took the left turn which appeared to rise. It did rise, but he must know the way.

It was quite dark now among the trees, and as she staggered behind this man, she was wondering whether she'd have the strength to complete the downward journey and couldn't understand how it felt as though they were on an up road that twisted and turned.

Without warning, they were in a clearing, and she felt momentary relief. There had been a clearing that had led onto the mountain. Then, to her horror, she saw the entrance to the temple.

They were back at the temple. And night was falling.

Suddenly, she was pushed hard to stagger into the entrance. Half turning, she saw that the black-haired man was somehow behind her. And as she stared in fear at his blazing eyes his hand came up to her throat, gripped, and blackness took over.

oOo

There were voices. Giggling voices. Sterner voices. Sweeter voices. Slowly Hesta's senses returned. There was a sweet odour. There were hands, gentle hands on her skin. Her eyes opened, and at first, things were blurred. What had happened? Where was she? Suddenly it all came pouring in on her. The man, the shock of being back at the temple.

Who was touching her? Through the dim light, she saw figures clad in white. Female figures. A relief. Was it a hospital? No, this was no bed she lay on. There was a sheet under her but beneath that, it was hard and bumpy.

As things became clearer she tried to sit up and realised she was naked. She saw her clothes, neatly folded, in the corner of the room. A short figure stood near her feet.  A boy. Not a boy, the stubs of horns in the forehead, an erect little cock, goat legs with cloven hooves, and as he turned away, a tail.

She had seen pictures and statues in the museum. A satyr, a young satyr. That's what he was. The three female figures in white robes had sat back as she moved. These must be nymphs, she told herself. Their faces were mature; not young, not old. 'Please God, make this a dream.'

But as she climbed slowly to her feet, she began to realise that there was too much detail, too much sound, too much feeling for it to be a dream. This was the room she'd explored with Jake earlier. The room with no roof, and an empty window space. In the open doorway, two tall figures stood with their backs to her, as though on guard.

Their naked muscular buttocks were partly covered by a horse tail that grew from the coccyx, and as one turned to view her with lustful eyes, she saw a large semi-erect cock that looked human, but which jutted from the lower belly, not the groin. Fully grown satyrs. Part horse, mostly man. Terror began to creep into Hesta's body.

'What was going to happen to her? Why was she naked?'

To avoid the eyes of the two large satyrs, Hesta turned her back and walked to the window. From there she found she was looking out into the main hall area where she had been with Jake that afternoon. Smaller half goat satyrs were scampering about in the light shed by torches held in the hands of six fully grown satyrs.

The dais they had seen earlier was now covered with a red fabric. Overhead the sky was dark and there was a liberal scattering of stars. But there was no moon. And she was thinking of what the old man had told Jake on the previous night. Don't be caught here after dark. 'Oh, God, save me.'

'But I'm not a virgin.' That thought gave her a measure of relief.

Her eyes turned towards the opposite wall of the hall, and her heart leapt into her throat. Jake was there, also naked.

"Jake!" she screamed, but she could see that he was tethered with ropes that stretched his arms above his head, and his ankles were also tied.

He struggled wildly when he heard her cry, but there was gagging across his mouth. On either side of him stood two strapping naked satyrs, cocks retracted to show only a large lump. They were holding torches, and at his feet, crouched two white-clad nymphs, gazing up at his naked body.

In despair, she turned away, seeking some way to escape. Could she push past the two guards and run to Jake?  It looked like a hopeless chance. Yet, she had to do something. So, she moved to the doorway and tried to edge past the naked, spear holding satyrs. One immediately moved to block her way, and with a leering grin reached out a hand towards her breast, before the other growled warning, and the hand dropped. Only the eyes continued the ravishing of her body.

At that moment a group of five or six small satyrs appeared and were allowed to pass by the guards. They stood giggling, pointing fingers at Hesta's breasts, as they moved around her, all with cocks that, like their legs were, goat-like, and jutted from their lower bodies. One of the nymphs said something to them but they ignored her.

A satyr pushed Hesta, and she stumbled backwards, tripping over a second one who had been deliberately crouching behind her. She reached back with her hands to take the shock of her fall, totally exposing her body.

The small satyrs were on her in a flash, laughing and giggling as their small hands stroked her breasts, small erections pushed against her. One buried his face between her legs and she felt his rough tongue on her thigh.

As she screamed, a massive cry came from the two senior satyrs, and they were throwing her small attackers to one side, yelling, "Priapus. Priapus."

There was another word attached to their warning which Hesta did not understand, but her tormentors quickly dispersed and ran giggling into the night, That left the two senior satyrs standing over her, hungrily eyeing every inch of her naked body, their large cocks rising oddly from their bellies, so threatening. One spoke gutturally to the other, and they both shook their heads before going back to their position.

Jake was desperate to know what was happening to his wife. He had been tied up in this position for such a long time. The trouble was, he had no idea how he had ended up here. After that glorious session with Hesta, he had lain with her in his arms, until the sound of her breathing told him she was asleep. That relaxed him, because, he guessed, he must have fallen asleep too.

The next thing he was aware of was a sensation of being lifted and floating through the air. As he came to his senses he found that he was being carried, and there was a pair of hands at each of his legs, and a pair under each armpit. The moment he started to struggle, something struck at the back of his neck and he blacked out.

He woke up in this position. The fading light worried him. 'What had happened to Hesta? Had they just left her?' That didn't seem probable. He knew exactly where he was, and the only difference to this afternoon was the red covering on the dais. He knew something was destined to happen. 'But it couldn't involve Hesta, could it?' The old man had said it was two virgins. Maybe that is why she had been left, she wasn't a virgin.

When he had first woken up here, he had struggled against his bonds but to no avail. He had been horrified to see the satyrs, because he recognized what they were immediately. He realized then that there had been no old wife’s tale told by the old man.

There were only four big satyrs in view at that time, but gradually as the light faded others appeared. And there were the small satyrs, acting like tiny boys. Two came across giggling and slapped at his flaccid cock, their cloven hooves rattling on the stone. It would have been a fascinating experience for him if it wasn't so threatening, and frightening

Having read about satyrs over the years, to have them near him now was a wonder he could do without. Then the nymphs had appeared, charming in white, ageless, but, rather like the smaller satyrs, two of them seemed fascinated by his cock, and had sat at his feet staring at it. He was in trouble, he knew that. But he thanked God that Hesta had been spared this kind of humiliation.

The shock came as the light started to fade fast. There was a commotion over by the entrance, and when Jake looked his heart sank. Hesta was being dragged, unconscious, into the main hall by two big satyrs, and Jake could not fail to see that it was her, nor could he miss the semi-hard erections of both of her captors.

"She's not a virgin. She's married," he cried out.

Almost immediately, a satyr came and tied some evil-smelling material over his mouth.

They had reached the centre of the hall when three nymphs came forward and, as the two satyrs held Hesta up, the nymphs quickly stripped her naked. This was an action which appeared to delight the two satyrs, but a booming voice from somewhere called out an indecipherable warning.

When the voice added, "Hestia! Hestia!" Jake's chest tightened with fear, as Hesta was carried towards the area where they had found the little room in their innocent afternoon visit.

This was all too cruel. A nightmare that couldn't be shaken off. How could he convince this deity that he was making a mistake? Jake knew the mythology behind that mispronounced name. The story went that Priapus had a raging desire for the goddess Hestia, and when he found her sleeping he prepared to have his way with her. But the braying of a donkey awakened Hestia and she was able to escape, leaving Priapus hating donkeys and unfulfilled in his pursuit of Hestia

Could it be that Hesta had given him her name, which he had misheard, or which he preferred to mishear? Either way, it seemed clear that she would be standing in for the required virgins. He watched that doorway and wished he had x-ray eyes. A small satyr came out, giggling and ran to others. Then there was nothing for a while and Jake became desperate with worry for his wife.

When he heard her yell his name from the window he could have wept with his frustration in being unable to do anything. He struggled so much that the satyr holding a torch, held the flame under Jake's scrotum so that he winced at the extreme heat. Then he saw a group of the small satyrs run into the section where Hesta was.

Within seconds he heard, much giggling, and she screamed, followed by loud deep warning shouts of "Priapus." The young satyrs reappeared still giggling and making crude gestures. What had they done to Hesta?

And then, to his greater distress, he saw the moon appearing above the trees, flooding the hall with more light than he had ever seen from moonlight.

Hesta lay for a moment after the assault by the small satyrs. Why was she being held? Why was nothing happening? The answer came almost immediately as she saw the light through the window. The moon was rising. This acted like a signal.

First,  there was a rough call from the other room across the corridor. Immediately, the three nymphs stood and hurried out and across the corridor. Curious, Hesta stood and looked between the bodies of the two guarding satyrs. What she saw had her drawing a quick intake of breath. Standing there, upright and powerful looking, was the dark man in the checked shirt, but looking so imperious as the nymphs fawned around him.

First, they unbuttoned his shirt, and drew it off, with great gentility. This revealed a magnificently muscled chest, far broader and mighty than any of the satyrs possessed. After kissing at his chest in an act of devotion, the nymphs unfastened the waistband on those strange trousers and as he stepped out of them, Hesta could see the strange arrangement there.

There was strapping around his waist holding in a long length of something that she didn't want to believe. But as soon as the nymphs released the strapping it sprung into full view. A hugely erect cock, more than a foot in length and with a monstrous girth, so big, so heavy that it pointed out almost straight, instead of upwards. God, what woman could take that? It would tear her apart. This then was the mighty Priapus. And was that frightening erection really permanent?

As she watched, the nymphs continued to place bands of vine and flowers around his head, and across his chest. Occasionally, one or another would lean down and bestow kisses on that massive cock, and the so-called minor God stood there proudly accepting the adoration. One last flourishing garland around his member, and he issued some quiet words to the nymphs, indicating towards where Hesta stood. She definitely heard him utter the word 'Hestia'. Why mispronounce her name?

Talking together the three nymphs came to where Hesta was, and one of them indicated that they wanted her to lie down on the sheet. The nymph made some comment that Hesta did not understand. Well, she wasn't going to make this easy for them.

Already fearful of what was finally intended for her, she shook her head in refusal saying, "I'm no virgin."

Glances were exchanged between the three and the first one indicated again. For a second time, Hesta shook her head, and the nymph called out. Immediately the two big satyrs came into the room, grabbed Hesta roughly and flung her to the hard ground, where she lay sore and breathless, fearing that the two were going to assault her. But one took her two arms and held them above her head. The other grabbed her feet and stretched his arms so that her legs were spread wide apart in an obscene posture.

From somewhere, one of the nymphs produced a medium size pot and they kneeled on either side of Hesta. Desperately she tried to ignore the fact that the satyr holding her feet, was able to leer directly into her spread cleft. She saw his large cock rising again and turned her head to one side. As the nymphs began working on her, Hesta's terror increased.

She was being prepared for something that involved Priapus, and as far as she could see that could only mean one thing -introduction to that gross cock. It was going to kill her. There could be no other outcome. It was just too long and too wide. Having learned to adore Jake's hardness, she was going to die in terrifying and agonizing circumstances on a monstrous mythical cock.

Tears welled in her eyes. The nymphs' hands were smearing something sweet smelling on her skin. Those hands were so small, so soft and gentle, and as they moved away from one area it seemed to glow, a not unpleasant sensation. Yes, her skin was beginning to tingle as though connected to a hundred electrodes.

Then she looked up to see the large erection of the satyr who was holding her arms, looming right over her face, and she heard his cruel chuckle, as he exchanged words with his colleague, who also laughed. But those hands, and whatever they were applying, were, almost making her forget her grim situation. Her skin was aflame, as though under a thousand caresses.

The hands had worked over her whole body, neck, shoulders, breasts, oh yes, marvellous on her breasts, hips, belly, thighs and legs. All bathed in an excitement that was preparing her - for what? As the nymphs moved around she assumed that it was all finished. But she was wrong.

The nymph who appeared to be the leader, leaned over her thighs, while another crouched directly opposite. Hesta had observed during this massaging that both satyrs had maintained their erections. And as she raised her head, she was stunned to see the unoccupied nymph reach out and grasp, in both small hands, the erection of the satyr who was staring up between Hesta’s parted thighs. The nymph’s hands, still coated in whatever juices they had applied to her body were now working furiously on the satyr’s cock, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Behind her head, she heard a little moan, and, turning her head she saw the other satyr being serviced in the hands of the third nymph. All three nymphs were smiling at each other. Hesta had pondered on how old they looked. Despite the white gowns, their bodies looked youthful, yet the faces held a maturity which could have been of centuries, which they no doubt were.

Now the nymph holding the jar of unguent dipped her fingers into it, and those fingers went directly onto her pussy, causing Hesta to gasp with the shock of it. Back and forwards the fingers moved, right along her groove, touching her clit and then back again. The nymph held her smile as she worked, and the satyr's eyes widened as he gazed into Hesta’s opening, although they did blink rapidly under the effect of the hands on his appendage.

 The nymph dipped her hand into the jar once more. and she moved directly to Hesta's opening, one finger entered her, moved around, coating her inner walls, before being joined by a second finger, and a third. Hesta could not stop her body from squirming as her inner walls were bathed in a delicious heat. Both satyrs tightened their grip as she flinched.

Was that a fourth finger, inside her? Oh, oh, no. She tried to look down and could only see the nymph's wrist moving in and out. The nymph's whole slender hand was inside her, smearing her very depths.

Hesta experienced the movement of all the fingers. She knew her own natural juices had been set flowing, despite her reluctance to have that happen. She didn't want to enjoy it. But, God help her, her insides were aglow. Then, slowly, very slowly, the hand was withdrawn. And for a moment she felt empty.

The satyr holding her legs grunted something, and, to Hesta's utter humiliation, the nymph held her hand out under his nose. He sniffed at it eagerly, and then, to her total shame and disgust, the satyr began licking and sucking on the hand, his eyes gloating in Hesta's direction. He was tasting her, lapping at her personal juices, sucking avidly at each finger.

Even as Hesta watched she saw his head thrown back, as the nymph handling him began to pump furiously with both hands, and Hesta knew he was about to ejaculate. Fearfully, she tried to move, not wanting his white stuff all over her belly. But the nymph holding him was clearly under instructions, and she pointed his pulsing erection towards the side as it began to spurt.  Behind her, she heard the other satyr beginning to succumb, and from the corner of her eye, she saw his stuff spurting out over the ground.

She would have been sickened in normal circumstances, but inside her, the applications by the nymph were beginning to have an effect. Her pussy was on fire, such flaring heat. She felt her cunt walls seeking something to pull on. Oh, how she longed for Jake to be here and plunging his darling cock into her. But fearfully she knew that this preparation was aiming her towards a very different fate. 'Where are you, Jake?'