Satyrs
by obohobo
Chapter 1. Captured
"Up, down!! Up down!! Bend those knees!! Keep those backs straight!! Up down!!
Swing those arms!!" Margot sang her instructions as she effortlessly performed
the actions. She watched with a degree of loathing, the motley group of women
that sweated in the early morning summer sun in front of her on the lawn of the
Scottish Health Farm. Their ages ranged from 19 to 56 and most were at least a
little overweight and had paid an exorbitant fee for their week long stay in the
hope they would lose a few pounds and firm up a few muscles. Most expected to be
pampered and treated like royalty but these early morning sessions in front of
the sadistic, lithe athlete had them aching with pain as unused muscles were
forced into action. Later they would be pampered by the masseurs which was some
recompense for the pain and they could forget about the fit bitch that caused
it.
Like a regimental sergeant major, Margot had them lined up in four rows of six
and ran them through the exercises at a fast pace. In a way she despised them.
They were rich. Most spent more time trying to cover defects in their bodies
with make up and makeovers rather than attacking the root cause, lack of
physical fitness. A week ot two's physical work would do them all good. She
couldn't arrange that but for these 30 minute sessions each morning she could
make them suffer and perhaps shed a few pounds which she knew would soon go back
when the week was over.
"Up down! Up down! High kick with the left! High kick with the right! Keep those
back........" She stopped in mid sentence. "What are those huge birds swooping
down on us?" she thought as she stood still and watched as they folded their
wings and hurtled towards the group in a formation power dive.
"Run!!" The command was too late. The huge 'birds' unfolded their wings and
slowed their descent. Each selected one of the younger members in the group,
grabbed her from behind and leapt into the air again carrying their victim.
Thirteen women were left and it was noticeable these were all in the over 40 age
range. Twelve, including Margot were now ascending several thousand feet into
the sky. It was all over in seconds. Staff who had witnessed the incident came
running from the mansion and amid the cries and shrieks of those who were left
tried to find out what happened. "They were 'birdmen'," cried one of the group
and this name was repeated many times thereafter when the incident was related
to the police and newspapers.
*****
Naomi Friedmen hadn't wanted to go to the heath farm but her father had insisted
she try to improve her figure. She was a big girl in all ways. A little over six
feet tall and plump, definitely a little overweight she had given up worrying
about her looks several years ago. Now at 21 and unmarried, her father thought
it was about time she took some account of her appearance in order to attract a
husband that wasn't just after her money - or rather his money! But being tall
and powerfully built most men were in awe of her. She detested the nickname
'Amazon' she'd had to live with through college. Few now called it to her face,
not since Amy whatever her name was, tried to taunt her with it. A short sharp
blow to the stomach had her lying on the ground gasping for breath. Normally
Naomi was a fairly placid girl and just let things slip by but when aroused she
had more muscle power than she realised.
At college she had a few lovers or more realistically, sex partners, but none
satisfied her. They all seemed wimps. The big men at school and college all
seemed more attracted to the petite beauty queens rather than her Amazonian
build. In fact, although there was a little spare fat on her body, it was mainly
the bone structure of her frame and stature that was responsible for her size
and weight.
She took a humanities course which she hoped would be an easy option and
achieved mediocre grades even though she wasn't really interested. It was just
something to fill her time. Life for her seemed dull. She wanted for nothing,
she put nothing into life and got nothing out of it. Socially she was a dead
duck. Being self conscious about her size made her a bit of a recluse and when
invited to parties, tended to stay in a corner or remain in the background. Had
she had the interest, she could have undoubtedly been good at sport but she just
couldn't be bothered with the necessary training. On school sport's days she did
well at the shot put and javelin but with the right motivation she could have
been at least in the county team.
Leaving college she just hung around at home, riding her big grey mare when the
weather was nice but otherwise doing little actual work. Her father tried to
interest her in his work as a diplomat but as that meant having social contacts
it was a non starter. Finally fed up with having her sitting around he decided
first on the health farm programme and then in the following September, sending
her to an agricultural college where they had a heavy horse management course.
He knew his daughter to be fond of Suffolk Punch and Shire horses so she should
have a little interest in the course. Naomi was forced to go along with the plan
although she hadn't intended to put a great deal of effort into either.
Now as she watched that bitch of a fitness instructor gracefully leap around and
land lightly on her toes while she in her brightly coloured Spandex gear and
sweating profusely, landed with a heavy thud flat on her feet, she cursed her
father. "Just because he holds the purse strings shouldn't mean he should order
her around to do what she didn't want to do." Looking about her she saw others
in the same flushed and sweaty state as she but then they were generally much
older and were there because they genuinely wanted to improve their figures. The
bitch at the front picked on her again, "Come on Naomi, put some real effort
into it! You can do better than that!"
"So what if I can?" muttered Naomi under her breath and continued in her half
hearted way.
"Up down! Up down!"
"Why doesn't she change the record?" Naomi thought. "Only another ten minutes
and it will be all over and time for a shower and breakfast." She part closed
her eyes.
"Up down! Up down! High kick with the left! High kick with the right! Keep those
back........"
"What the ...?" Naomi heard the rush of air, the flapping of wings and before
she knew what was happening, she was lying face down on the grass. A pair of
arms slid under her armpits and encircled her chest just beneath her breasts.
She felt whoever was holding her give a little jump, there was more sounds of
flapping and cries and screams from those around her. The jump pulled her
upright and a little off the ground before landing back again. Whoever or
whatever it was holding her gave a grunt and jumped again, this time with much
more force. Air from powerful wing beats wafted over her as she felt herself
rise and could see the ground going away from her. In a moment of panic she
started to struggle and kick.
"Hold still! If I drop you, you will fall to your death." The voice had a
somewhat indistinct North American accent. Naomi, even in her fright saw the
sense of this and stopped moving. She could see the other 'birds' ahead of them
each carrying one of the group. "My you are a heavy one, to be sure" the voice
continued. They were now above the mountain that overlooked the health farm and
the rest were getting further ahead. Naomi could sense 'it' was having trouble
holding her and was concerned in case it lost its grip.
"I'm going to land and pick you up again. Hold still," the voice said as the
spread wings began to change their angle and the birdman began a gliding
descent. A couple of wing beats and Naomi found herself sitting on the ground
again. Turning she faced the birdman for the first time. Never before had she
even imagined such a creature. It was like something out of Greek mythology and
it took some seconds before she realised she wasn't actually dreaming.
Standing over seven feet tall its lower part was that of a pony with huge
thighs, hoofed feet and a horse's tail. From the waist up, was the body of a
well built man with the exception of its eyes which were set well into the skull
and seemed to pierce right through her. On its back though, was a huge pair of
wings, not white or shaped like those of a traditional angel but huge wings
nevertheless. Most of the body was densely covered with light coloured hair,
thickest below the waist but still covering the upper body. Sitting as she was,
perhaps what most caught her attention was the large penis that hung from his
groin and what seemed to her and enormous pair of testicles behind it. "My God,"
she thought, "What if....?"
"Climb on my back."
Naomi didn't move but just sat shivering on the ground. She wasn't clad for
being on a mountain top after having sweated in the sun moments earlier. Looking
in his eyes she hesitantly said, "No."
The birdman didn't hesitate. Grabbing her, in one swift movement he laid her
face down over a boulder then with one hand pressing her back he proceeded to
spank her arse with the other. Naomi yelled as the hard hand cracked powerfully
on her Spandex pants. They gave little protection. Her poor bum felt the full
force of his strength and time and time again he spanked her.
"Stop, please. I'll do it!" Naomi pleaded several times before the beating
stopped and he allowed her to stand. Immediately her hands went to rub the sore
flesh. Tears streamed from her eyes. "Why? What are you? Why me?" Naomi tried to
get some answers but a finger placed on her lips silenced her.
"You will be told all those things later. For now you only need to know that you
belong to me. I am called 'Kercher' which is usually shortened to Kerch. What is
your name?" Naomi told him. "Right then Naomi, we have a long way to go and much
of it is over the sea. It will be easier for me to fly if you are on my back and
more comfortable for you - or would have been if you had done what you were
asked the first time. Now you have a sore arse to sit on. There is no question
of leaving you here and the sooner we get to our destination the sooner you can
get warm again. Now get on my back." This time she did so and sat with her legs
under his armpits and her arms around his neck. "Once we are in the air you
shouldn't need to hold on. Now we must go, the others are far ahead." With a
couple of steps and a jump accompanied by a few wing flaps they were airborne
again.
For some minutes they soared while Kerch searched for a thermal to gain height.
Naomi shivered and pressed herself to his body to gain some warmth but somehow
she felt safe. It was almost like being in an aircraft but open to the elements.
She could feel the cold air on her face and body but she could look out in
almost all directions and as her confidence grew, was able to sit up for short
periods until the chill wind forced her to lie down again. Gradually she became
accustomed to the gentle movements of the wings in much the same way as she was
accustomed to the movements when riding her horse. If only she had warm clothing
and less apprehension of what was going to happen to her, she would have enjoyed
it.
