The Satyr Encounter

The Satyr Encounter

November 2011


The tall statuesque doctoral student had come to the Greek Islands to conduct research for her thesis on mythological creatures. Her research had led her to a small mountainous island where a small temple lay in ruins high up in the mountains. This temple had provided evidence of a crossroads where Greek mythology provided a basis for later Roman mythology. The temple was originally constructed by early Greeks and then later modified by the Romans. She had packed a Mediterranean lunch consisting of bread, cheese, olives and a half bottle of wine as well as some bottled water. It was summer, so she wore a light, short breezy skirt and a loose peasant blouse with a deep plunging neckline. She had thought she might go without a bra but remembered all the jostling she would be subjected to riding her scooter up into the mountains and chose a gauzy half cup demi bra to wear.

The temple location was particularly high in the mountains and did not get much tourism due to its small size, isolation and difficult to reach except by four wheel drive or motorcycle. Those that did venture to it found the temple nestled in a saddle of a mountain crest with an open view of the Aegean sea to the front while the forest came down the mountain to the back of the temple. A mountain stream issued from hidden springs not far up the mountainside and ran thru the small temple. Either the Greek or the Romans had built spring boxes to protect the springs.

She had arrived in the early morning and now it was lunch time and hot. She decided to take her lunch up to where the springs issued from the mountainside and followed the barely discernable trail several hundred yards up the mountain. Upon arrival she found a small natural glade surrounded by thick forest and the springs bubbled merrily out of the hillside. As she ate her lunch she examined the frescos on the side of the spring boxes. These too exampled the Greek and Roman creatures of mythology – Minotaur’s, Centaurs and Satyrs. The frescos’ showed these mythological creatures cavorting with and chasing half naked women and the frescos seemed to be in a series telling a story. In addition, the frescos depicted remarkably what appeared to be the exact same spot she was in. A pile of pine needles had built up obscuring some of the frescos and she brushed these away. She let out a small gasp as the frescos were revealed – seeing first hand herself that the frescos had turn pornographic and really detailed with various mythological creatures having sex with women. As part of her research over the years she had looked at various archeological books and journals of similar scenes uncovered at Pompeii and at other various Greek and Roman ruins, they seemed to be prevalent at Roman baths but this was the first time she was aware that they were in this type of setting.

She finished her lunch while studying the frescos and was startled that she had drunk all the wine. The sun was filtering thru the trees and though it was hot, a cooling breeze was coming off the sea and channeled up the mountain.

She was feeling sleepy from the meal and the wine so she decided to take a nap and laid back upon the cushion of pine needles she had brushed away from the frescos.

Sleepily she awoke still drowsy. She opens her eyes slowly, stretching as she starts to come awake. The pine needle layer was more comfortable than she thought it would be. As she starts to regain her composure she notices a shadow lying across her. With a small startled shriek she recognized it was no mere shadow but a real humanoid creature right out of mythology! He was broad and hard muscled, bulging where it was most important. His arms were thick and brawny, as were the muscles of his thighs and calves. His belly was chiseled with muscle like a marble statue and his chest was a thing of beauty. Slowly it dawned on her it was a Satyr. It was only his horned head and hoofed feet that made him bizarre to her. The Satyr held her gaze, daring her to look at that part of him that most desired to claim her, and slowly, she dropped her gaze. She gasped silently and her eyes opened wide when the Satyr stood from the shadows, his nude body fully revealed. He sported a very thick, 13 inch long cock which was rock hard and aimed towards her, his ball sack was equally large – the size of twin grapefruits.


“When you sleep in the woods, you have to pay the piper. Have you heard that phrase before little one, paying the piper? Well I’m the piper and I’ve come to collect my payment” the satyr says with a wicked sneer.


The young statuesque woman climbs to her feet and begins to brush loose leaves from her dress trying her best to ignore the huge 13 inch cock of the satyr only inches from her.


Her mind was in a turmoil, she tried to reason with herself she must still be asleep having a nightmare, drinking wine always made her have crazy dreams but she knew she was awake and this was really happening. Her thoughts tumbled over themselves as she tried to remember everything at once what she knew about Satyrs but the one thought that came foremost to her mind and what she was seeing first hand was that they were very lustful creatures with a strange power over women that made women willing give themselves up to beastly ravishings.

She looked into his eyes, holding his look, mustering all the courage she had.


“What’s your name little one?” he asks while undressing her with his eyes.


“Beth” she manages to squeak out.


“Well Beth, forgiveness is given, pass you may, but molested you will be”


Only thinking of the huge cock raping into her, without thinking Beth turns and dashes off, sprinting for where she remembers the path down the mountainside to the temple is. She runs madly through the underbrush, twigs snagging on her dress as.