Stud horse

CHAPTER FIVE

"There is something terribly wrong with my daughter, doctor. You must find what it is."

Dr. Theodore Dedalus lifted the spectacles off his skinny nose and with a gesture that disarmed his audience screwed them into his bony brow.

His hand rubbed on his thin sharp chin and then pulled down on his face that made his cheeks look even more harrowed.

For Franklin Barker, a practical man and rancher, to seek out philosophical help was a step out of character.

In these parts Barker was a renowned man. A self-made one who fought his way to greatness by virtue of an indomitable will.

"You realize, Mr. Barker, that there is no way I can guarantee any degree of success. There are no odds I can give you."

"She doesn't respond to the normal things that children her age should. She is totally off on another world."

"And you say she's been this way since her mother's death?"

"She was always on the quiet side. But with an assuredness. She's lost that quality. She has lost her confidence and won't admit it."

This was not the kind of cursory knowledge Dr. Dedalus was used to hearing. None of the people who came to him had ever spoke so succinctly and to the point.

"It sounds to me like you've been concerned about her for a while and have actively sought yourself for a solution to her problem."

"You bet I have, doctor. We both experienced certain character changes since my wife's death. It's unexplainable but true."

Practical men didn't speak this way. They were never so perceptive as to understand the initial roots of things.

"Perhaps it has something to do with her strange death, I mean symbolically, of course. Exactly what was the effect upon you?"

"I was shocked when she died. It came totally out of the blue and was unexpected. It was a crushing blow that almost felled me."

"You mean that her loss caused you to mourn more than might be considered normal. That you were overly grief stricken, or something like that."

"Nora was a very independent woman. She was beautiful but eccentric, and in most men's eyes this seemed to taint her fabulous beauty."

"And you married her, accepting her faults as well as her good points. You filled a gap in her life but she never acknowledged the fact."

"Something like that. But I didn't care. As long as I could bask in her glow I was happy. She was a tremendously powerful woman."

"In what way?"

"She could command attention, just by her presence situations would become frightfully charged and take on an eerie glow."

"Don't you think you're exaggerating her importance, Mr. Barker, I mean, couldn't your grief have marred your former recollections."

"As long as I've known Nora, she always had that capacity. She was a woman filled with mystery. Like she was the carrier of a dark secret."

"Did you ever find out this secret?"

"No, never. But I can't get the feeling out of my head that her death had something to do with that secret."

"You said that she died of a cerebral hemorrhage. That is a physical cause of death, not psychological."

"I know that, doctor. But perhaps her secret preyed on her so much that it sought an outlet on her person."

Dr. Dedalus was stunned. Mr. Barker had just made a fabulous connection that only a few men of the rarest intellectual capacity were able to absorb.

Psychology was just beginning to experiment with the notion that all physical disturbances were facets of psychological maladjustment.

Psychology dealt with symbols. Some psychiatrists were convinced that a certain mental frame of mind led to a particular disease in one to one correspondence. The beautiful Nora Barker offered information in this new area of psychology gripped his curiosity.

"What else can you tell me about her death."

"There's nothing else I can tell you outside of the fact that her death came without warning and she was never sick a day in her life."

"Was there anyone she was with more than usual during her last weeks or months?"

"No, not any more than usual. There is the ranch foreman, Mullady Mistler, who was always very loyal to her, and then me and Melanie."

"How do you mean the foreman was loyal to her?"

"He was completely devoted to her. He did anything she asked immediately and without question."

"You speak of it without a trace of jealousy in your voice."

"Why should there be jealousy? His devotion was platonic and only concerning business."

"What kind of business?"

"Just things that had to be done on the ranch. If Nora wanted help with her flower and rock gardens he would help her to plan and make them."

"So she could depend on him for favors and the like when she had something on her mind that she couldn't come to you with."

"I suppose that's the case. But I never looked at it like that. Do you suppose Mullady knows something about her death that I don't?"

"I'm not a detective, Mr. Barker. But I am trying to trace the events leading up to her death so as to symbolically re-enact her state of mind."

"In this way you hope to find what's nagging at my daughter?"

"You yourself said that there is some kind of mysterious connection between her dark secretive self and the manner in which she died, her physical ailment."

"Yes, that's true. Do you think Melanie feels the same way?"

"That's what you and I are here to find out. If you are satisfied with my approach so far, we could start right now. I agree to see her on one condition. And that is I must hypnotize her."

"For what purpose."

"I want to find out what she's dreaming about. The unconscious mind is the source of conscious desires. The farther down I can go the more I can understand what motivates her."

"Couldn't she remember her dreams consciously."

"Yes, she could. But her account would be biased. The conscious mind filters out parts that are too outrageous for it to face."

"Will she remember her awful nightmares once you take her out of the trance?"

"No not at all. That is the saving grace. She will never have to face her dark side in the real world. It will remain a buried dream. Only I will know what it is and then be able to provide the proper therapy."

"All right. I agree then. You can hypnotize her. I'll bring her in now. Do you want me to leave or stay here with you?"

"I would prefer that you leave the both of us alone once we've been introduced. Now you may bring her in."

Dedalus watched Barker get up and leave the room. He came back in with Melanie and he introduced her to the doctor.

"Melanie I want you to watch this little beacon over here by my left hand and start counting backwards from one hundred."

Melanie held her father's hand tightly.

"It's not going to painful, honey, I promise. He's just going to put you to sleep for a while and you will answer questions without even knowing it."

The doctor turned on the switch and the small globe on the left of his desk began to whir very softly.

A flashing light shaped like a diamond eye pulsed on and off in a steady rhythm that seemed to be encircling inside the globe.

Melanie's pretty blue eyes twinkled from their casual stare into the glass ball. Soon they were concentrating with fierce intensity on the spinning ball of light.

In her head she counted backwards. As her lids began to close her gazed fixed inside herself and she was dazzled by the life of her internal radiations.

Dedalus watched her eyes close and turned off the spinning light. Without speaking a word he had put her into a trance.

"It's time for you to go, Mr. Barker."

"Good luck, doctor," said Barker as he took up his jacket to leave.

"We make our own luck, Mr. Barker." Dedalus heard the door open and close. He stared at the subject before him and tapped lightly on his desk.

"Melanie, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you."

"Do you dream often?"

"Yes, all the time."

"Do you like your dreams."

"Some of them are good. Some of them are bad and scare me. And then there are some that are part good and part bad."

"Tell me about those. Tell me about the ones that are good and bad at the same time."

"There's this one about me and Lightning."

"Who's Lightning, Melanie."

Dedalus' right hand reached down under the desktop and switched on a tape recorder that was hidden inside a drawer.

"Lightning is my horse. He's more than that really. He used to be my mother's favorite horse and now he's mine."

"Do you spend a lot of time with him?"

"Yes, I do. He never hurts me and he's always good to me. I can always count on him, not like mother, or that stupid Carter Marington."

"Is Carter your boyfriend?"

"Not any more. Not since Lightning led me to the spot where he and Flossy were making out."

"You said Lightning led you to the spot?"

"Yes, he knew what was going on. He wanted to show me what a bastard that Carter is, and Flossy too."

"What were they doing?"

"Flossy was sucking his dick. And he came all over."

"Okay, Melanie, now tell me about the dream."

"The dream is about me and Lightning. We are lying down together on a spinning bed, he's right next to me."

"And what are you doing."

"I'm kissing him on the face. I'm totally naked and my nipples are swollen and red hot. I'm burning up."

"And the bed is spinning?"

"Yes, it goes all around. Lightning's mouth is open and I'm running my little tongue on his big one. I'm getting hot kissing him."

"And then what do you do."

"I rub my hot tits in his big face. He laps his tongue out and it brushes my hot tits with big, sweeping licks."

"You like it?"

"Oh yes, I like it ever so much. My cunt is sopping wet. Lightning licks both my hot throbbing tits while I mash them into him."

"What happens next?"

"My cunt is very hot. I put a couple fingers inside my gash and poke them around. My nipples are so hard."

"What else do you do."

"I'm so hot I feel like I'm gonna blow up. I look down at Lightning's cock and it's huge and hard as a rock."

"Is that what you wanted all along. Lightning's big cock."

"Oh yes. I love him so. There's nothing on this earth like him. His cock is so big. It is the master of cocks."

"Is that what attracts you to him. His cock?"

"Yes it is. I always dream about it. Now that I think of it all my dreams are about Lightning's big cock."

"When you are in bed with him what do you do?"

"He lays perfectly still. He acts just like a human being. Just like a man would. He's perfect, better than a man because he's so big."

"And fast and strong. He's powerful. And he has a big cock. Bigger than any man's and that's why you adore him."

"Yes. His cock is so big. When it lays there on the bed it looks like it weighs twenty pounds. I need two hands to lift it."

"Yes, go on."

"I take it up with both hands. I gasp from its huge size. It makes me crazy just to feel it and hold that big stiff thick thing."

"You can't resist touching it."

"Oh more. Much more than that. I must make love to it. I must get Lightning to fuck me because he is afraid of hurting me and won't do it."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't know. I just do. Lightning remembers another time when he hurt me real bad from trying to fuck me."

"Lightning remembers it and you don't?"

"Yes. That's true. I can't remember. But Lightning seems to remember. And he's very afraid of doing it again and hurting me."

"But you want him to. Even if it kills you, or hurts you badly."

"I must have his cock. No matter what the price. The mere thought of it right now makes my blood boil and sets my cunt on fire."

Dedalus inspected the finely developed frame of the beautiful girl in front of him. He confirmed for himself her obvious heat when he saw her aroused nipples protruding through her blouse.

"Melanie, how did your mother speak of Lightning. Did she ever say that she loved him, or spent as much time with him as you do?"

"She never said it. And she didn't spend as much time with him. But I used to watch her combing his mane."

"And how did she look when she did it."

"Sometimes she would take a lot of time doing it. Once, when she thought no one was watching, I saw her kiss him."

"Where did she kiss him, I mean Lightning?"

"She kissed him all up his face. And then when his mouth opened a little she licked her tongue against his."

"What else do you remember?"

"I remember I could see her nipples through her blouse very clearly. Then she took it off and began to rub her breasts along Lightning's face."

"Did you like what you saw."

"I sort of did. I wasn't sure. I didn't think anything was wrong with it if mother was doing it. Daddy always told me to listen to mother and follow her example. He said that she was a powerful woman and she knew a lot and anything I wanted to know about life she knew."

"Melanie, do you realize now that the way that you saw your mother making love to the horse was exactly like the way you described you did it to Lightning in your dream."

Dedalus paused to sharpen all his senses for the answer. It was important for the girl to see the symbolic connection between both events.

Even at this early juncture, much of the success of her therapy depended on her conscious controls loosening enough to admit to the truth. "Yes, I got the idea from mother. From watching her that day."

"Good, now continue with the dream."

"I'm weighing Lightning's huge cock in my little hands and I can't resist hugging it to me. I rub it on my tits."

"What happens now?"

"I begin to kiss it all over. I start at the top and work all the way down. It's so hard and the skin is taut and black and shines like leather."

"Do you try to swallow it in your mouth?"

"Yes, I try. But it is much too big. I become twice as hot from becoming frantic by not being able to take it in my mouth."

"So what do you do?"

"I keep kissing it all over. It begins to glisten from my spit and then I reach lower and kiss his big sac of balls."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, very much. I can get one of his big balls in my mouth and I suck on it very hard and love the taste of it."

"What does it taste like."

"It's salty and bitter and I can't get enough of the taste. The more I suck on it the better it tastes, it gets sweeter."

"Go on."

"I trade off balls in my mouth. I swallow one all the way in my mouth and feel it in the back of my throat. I'm doing this while stroking his prick the whole while."

"And Lightning remains perfectly still?"

"Oh yes, he never moves. He's the perfect lover. He just stays there while I do anything I want to him."

"How do you make love to him?"

"I lay beside him on the bed and I kept taking one ball at a time into my hot mouth while my whole body rubs against his cock."

"Your hands are jerking the cock?"

"Yes, I'm strumming him with all my might. My tits press against the base of his prick while his cockhead runs against my open, wet pussy lips."

"Do you come?"

"I come in a stupendous vibration. I hold on to his cock for dear life while I shudder in a rhythmic orgasm."

"Does the orgasm quench your urge?"

"No, it makes me wilder. I must have that cock inside of me at any cost. I know more than ever that Lightning must fuck me."

"Can you tell that Lightning loves you?"

"Yes. Because he doesn't want to hurt me. But I keep seducing him by playing with his huge cock that makes me wild and then soon he can't control himself."

"Does he crush you with his weight?"

"No, I told you. He's the perfect lover. It's just that his cock is so big he can't help but be a brute. And I want him to act that way."

"What keeps him from killing you with his body as he fucks you?"

"I don't know. Sometimes it seems that he would very much like to ram me harder but something is stopping him, I don't know what."

"How does he mount you?"

"I lay on my hands and knees atop the spinning platform. I take my hands and split my ass cheeks apart as far as they will go."

"Where is Lightning?"

"He straddles me. I can see his feet in front of me. I arch my back and raise my ass as high up as it will go and split my gash open with my fingers."

"What happens when he mounts you?"

"I grope my hands in back of me to search for his giant cock. One hand finds the bulbous cockhead and I draw it to my open cunt."

"Does it go right in?"

"No, my precious Lightning is much too big. I can barely get an inch of the cockhead into my wet gash."

"Does Lightning help you and buck his weight into you?"

"He tries to but something stops him. I don't know if there's someone watching us or not. But something or someone stops him."

"How do you know this?"

"I can feel it, that's all. I do know that on account of this someone Lightning can't hurt me. I can only hurt myself."

"You mean by getting so carried away that you force his cock into your cunt, and not the horse."

"I feel his cock probing deeper inside me. It is an incredible feeling of pain and pleasure like enjoying the feeling of being split in two."

"Does Lightning's cock dominate you?"

"It makes me feel a total slave to it. I would murder and destroy for it at this point. I want to die myself if that's what it takes to feel his cock in me."

"Does he succeed in getting inside you all the way?"

Dedalus watched as the girl's breasts rose and fell in obvious heat. She licked her wet lips and began to recount the depraved event of her satiated lust.

"I keep pushing myself backward into his big cock. As my cunt gets wetter from the enormous penetration it can accept more and more of it."

"The pain is as good as the pleasure?"

"The pain merely adds to the pleasure. I can feel half of him in me now. I reach back with my hands to feel the remainder of his cock."

"And what do you feel?"

"It feels like I am impaled on a thick black pole. My body is stuck in place from his big cock stuck inside me."

"Is it in as far as it can go?"

"No and yet I'm stuffed to the brim. I feel that if I can get used to this point of being stretched I can accept even more of it."

"Do you?"

"Yes. I enjoy myself feeling the black bone that juts out of my snatch. Then I seize the lengthy remainder and shove more of it in me."

"What happens?"

"I must scream from the fantastic pain. The cock is tearing me in two. My face is contorted from the excruciating spasm."

"But you will not let go of it. Though it hurts like the devil you must have more."

"I must have it all. Even if I die. I must feel his heavy sac of balls bouncing and dangling on my wet cunt lips while my hands grope for them and massage and hold them."

"And do you succeed?"

"I'm breathing very hard. I feel like I'm totally alive for the first time in my life yet on the verge of death."

"What do you do?"

"I gather the last of my strength and put my hands in front of me and with all my might plunge backwards into the massive cock."

"Are you alive or dead."

"I gasp and groan. A million stars go off in front of my eyes. I heard something scrunch when my cunt engulfed the last of his bloated, foot-long cock but I don't care. Both my hands have hold of his balls and they're mashed right into my contorted cunt lips."

"Describe the feeling."

"I hold my place and accept the power of his huge truncheon. My cunt spasms around it and I pass into the era of orgasm."

"It seems to last forever. Or is there pain that brings it to an end?"

"My body is like a tuning fork that is vibrating from the power of his massive member embedded, deep inside me. I am soaring through space. I see planets."

"Does the horse come?"

"He feels himself buried bone deep inside me. My body grips around his cock and sends spasming ripples of delight pulsing through him. He whinnies like beginning a great charge… My pleasure is half over. My body is spent from the throes of a miraculous orgasm few women have ever experienced. I have passed out a number of times and woke up to face another orgasm. I am out of my mind with the pain of the pleasure and the pleasure of the pain. I can feel the cock explode inside me. I am filled with a bursting, almost explosive sensation that makes my nipples seem to pop blood from the rising pressure of my hot flow. I feel my insides become painted with Lightning's heady elixir and I am bathed in sperm. My insides feel soppy. They feel as if they have been mashed to ribbons. His cock continues to pulse and my body will not stop vibrating around it. It is then I realize that there is no end to this orgasm and my reason for living has ceased. I have experienced the ultimate. Everything becomes meaningless. My life is over."