Malpurgo released the turgid genitalia, nodding in clinical satisfaction as the monstrous shaft continued to stand straight up against Vulkan's flat belly.
"I have re-fashioned you," he said, pride evident in his crackling voice, "transmogrified you, in the way of the ancient necromancers."
"W-why?" hissed Vulkan desperately, "in God's name why would you do such a thing to me – to what dreadful end?"
Malpurgo smiled showing two rows of sharp, predatory teeth.
"Hardly in His name," sniggered the wizard, "the spell is running its course, you are now entering the final, irreversible stages of satyriasis. In only a few hours the process will be complete and you will become a fully developed satyr and, as such, you will serve me as all of my familiars serve me; with total, unstinting obedience, even unto death."
"Never!… I will never serve the one who has done this evil thing to me," Vulkan rasped, his expression bitter and wretched as he looked down with revulsion at the dark, crinkled pelt that now sprouted over much of his chest and belly.
The Lord of Gliss tossed his head back and laughed aloud. A terrible, demonic sound that made the youth's blood chill in his veins.
"Oh yes you will my prince, you will indeed serve me, or else I will put you to sleep again and when you awake you will find yourself neutered, shrunken and shambling about with the rest of my trusty grulls."
Malpurgo clucked his tongue over his shoulder and the ever-present grull hopped once more into view on its bandy legs, the stupid, faithful face upturned and eager to please its master.
Vulkan stared down in disbelieving horror at the misshapen midget.
"Do you mean to say that thing was once a man?" asked the youth, his tone and expression askance.
"Once, a long time ago," conceded the wizard, this grull came to my demesne as a brash young man with a handful of others of similar ilk. All of them intent upon chastising me for a trifling prank I had played upon their Lord. I declined to be tied to the public post and beaten as they had intended and now all serve me in various, menial ways."
Vulkan closed his eyes and tried to calm his galloping terror and worse, far worse, this new nightmare of going to sleep and waking up an idiotic gargoyle.
The grulls wheeled the large table on which the prince lay into an adjoining chamber and positioned it in a deep alcove where he could see the room, but remained discreetly hidden within the inky shadows.
A short time later the grulls returned, dragging with them the reluctant, whimpering figure of a busty serving wench, whom they shackled by the wrists to the room's only fixture, a tall wooden post set into the centre of the slab floor. The chamber was dimly lit by a single shaft of wan sunlight that entered through a circular aperture in the domed ceiling and which now fell directly on to the woman. The light illuminated the full curves of her voluptuous, peasant body as she stood peering uncertainly into the surrounding gloom.
The tightly bound Vulkan moaned softly, the quaking sound resonating in the depths of his belly. His quiescent prick immediately began to rise as he feasted his eyes upon the naked female standing only feet away. As Vulkan's newly augmented libido asserted itself he quickly became aware of a number of subtle changes in his faculties. His eyesight seemed far more acute, easily able to pick out the crop of tiny goose bumps speckling the woman's broad pink aureoles as she stood shivering in the cold, damp air. His sense of smell had also become heightened with the fecund odours of her crotch and armpits suddenly sharp in his flaring nostrils. And the soft sounds of her feet, shifting nervously on the granite slabs, came easily to his ears, as did her gentle, fearful mewing. A delicious sound that filled him with an unspeakable volume of raw sexual hunger.
Vulkan began to pant rapidly, perspiration springing out onto his quivering body as he began to twist and strain against his bonds.
Slowly, the wench became aware of the presence of another in the room and twisted toward the darkened alcove in alarm, her chains rattling dully as she raised her hands to her face.
"Who's there?" She called in a small, shaking voice.
By way of answer, Vulkan simply groaned more loudly. His shaft was now standing straight up from his groin and his heavily dependent balls throbbed with an over abundance of turgid spunk.
The woman called out again, at the same time straining her eyes in a vain attempt to penetrate the shadowy alcove.
"W-who's there? p-please, show yourself, please, you're frightening me."
Vulkan grinned behind the darkness, his head swimming with lust as he pulled impatiently against the straps holding him.
"Bitch! Whore! Slut!" he hissed at her out of the shadows, "I want to fuck your hairy peasant cunt until you piss yourself!"
The woman shrank back against the post, a strangled cry escaping from her horrified lips as Vulkan began to grunt and spit at her. His need for sex was now so strong that he had difficulty concentrating and was only dimly aware of the grulls appearing at his sides to unfasten his bonds.
When the final restraining band fell away from his waist, Vulkan bounded from the table to land directly in front of the cowering creature. Immediately she clapped eyes on him she began to shriek with horror, her knees giving way as the plunging sunlight illuminated his massive, demonic form.
The satyr, for that what he was now truly becoming, reached out and clapped his palms around the frozen face, drawing it toward the monstrous cock swaying and bouncing in front the blubbering mouth now opening wide to scream again. But before the terrified female could give voice to her fright, Vulkan shot his hips forward, impaling her face upon his iron hard shaft. He groaned ecstatically as the bulging, purple glans filled up the woman's soft mouth, spreading her tongue flat with his enormous bulk as he began to rock slowly back and forth, working the great cock-head into the top of her throat.
Vulkan dragged her whole body toward him by the head, continuing to pull as the chains attached to her wrists drew bar-tight, twisting her shoulders, extending her neck out to breaking point so that he could ram himself straight down into her gullet. The woman thrashed about in acute distress as her gag reflex overwhelmed her. Her full breasts heaved, the big brown nipples hard with fear as Vulkan began to stroke in and out, heedless of her agony. His only concern to assuage his overpowering need for release, which, to the floundering woman's immense relief he quickly attained.
The prince's entire body stiffened and shook as his orgasm overtook him, with slug after slug after slug of boiling hot semen rushing up the length of his shaft to roar down her gullet. As he reamed her bulging throat, the excess fluid spewed out of the corners of her mouth and nostrils to run down over her chin. The thick liquid foaming as she spluttered and coughed around his monstrous girth, unable as she was to swallow the totality of the seemingly endless load of thickened spume.
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?"