Stud horse

CHAPTER SIX

"Mullady, meet me in my den in five minutes."

Franklin Barker fought back his temper. He was fuming. His conversation with Dedalus after interviewing his daughter still rang in his ears.

Dedalus had said: "From the symbolic reenactment of your daughter's innermost drives and fantasies and the information you gave me, Mullady Mistler's place in the whole affair is of supreme thematic relevance."

"Are you telling me, Dedalus, that Mistler is the cause of my wife's death?"

"He is somehow inextricably involved. He has information that is relevant to the mystery of your wife's death. Melanie intuitively perceives this."

"But how could she know?"

"Her strong intuition gives her the ability to make random connections. Analysis of her dreams tell me that there is a secret between her mother and Mistler."

"Did Melanie mention Mistler by name?"

"No, but she didn't have to. You yourself told me that Mistler was devoted to your wife. Did he take care of the horses as well?"

"Why, of course. That was part of his duty. He often helped my wife to preen her favorite steeds."

"Are you aware which of the horses was your wife's favorite?"

"Yes, it's the same one Melanie has a passion for right now. The horse is a beautiful one, charcoal gray in color with a lovely soft blond mane."

"His name is Lightning."

"You talk as if he has a human personality."

"To the subjects involved, Mr. Barker, that is precisely the case. It appears that your wife, from my interpretation of your daughter's dream, had an abnormal attraction to the beast."

"What are you saying?"

"Something so shocking that if the words were to issue from my lips you would not believe it to be the truth."

"You'll have to be more specific than that, doctor. I'm paying you good money for this information. I would appreciate it for you to deliver the goods."

"What would you say to the notion that your wife may very well have had an affair with an animal. Would you believe it possible?"

Franklin Barker was in a rage. How dare someone possess the gall to insinuate that his wife was guilty of bestiality.

He had a notion to grab the small man by his skinny throat with one hand holding on the bobbing Adam's apple choking off his wind.

"Doctor, you're crazy."

"I knew you would say that. That's why I'm telling you that the proof you seek lies in the personage of Mullady Mistler."

"What do you mean, personage?"

"He is the missing link between your daughter's dreams of bestiality and the sudden disease that befell your wife."

"But in what way?"

"That is a specific detail that can only be filled in with one's imagination at this point. What Mistler's exact involvement is open to discussion. That he is undoubtedly the key to the symbolic reenactment of the neurosis, however, is clear as a bell."

"Did he conspire with my wife to arrange the act?"

"That is possible."

Dedalus saw Barker set his jaw firmly. He thought that Barker must be gritting his teeth. The eyes had a cold glint pulsing through them.

"Doctor, did you make a tape of your interview with my daughter?"

"Yes, I did, Mr. Barker."

"I want it."

"I'm afraid that's impossible. The tape is part of my library. It is strictly confidential. No one shall ever know of its contents except you and I."

Franklin Barker could see a compassionate look sweep over Dedalus' angelic expression. A radiant aura seemed to surround his face.

Just a moment before he would've killed for that tape. Now suddenly it didn't seem to be so important. He felt that he could trust Dedalus implicitly.

"I'll accept your word on that, doctor. I can see you're a man of integrity. Let me thank you for your help."

He reached across the desk and their right hands touched in a moment of understanding. Dedalus' soft palm made a dull impression on Barker's callused paw.

And now Franklin Barker sat in his den waiting for the moment of destiny the key to which lay in the person of Mullady Mistler.

He heard the tramp of his booted feet on the floor of the hallway that led to the chamber where his master waited.

"You called for me, sir?"

"Yes, Mullady, sit down."

It was rare when Barker allowed the ranch foreman the privilege of sharing his company in the large and luxurious den.

He sat his wiry body down into the folds of the plush lounge chair that lay across the large oak desk.

Barker lit a cigar and then handed the box over to Mistler who took one out and sniffed it underneath his pug nose.

Barker lit it for him. The friendly gesture had the effect of catching Mistler off guard when his master said directly: "You lied to me the other day when I asked you to follow Melanie into the woods and see what she was up to."

"What are you talking about, sir?"

Barker lost his cool. He was sick and tired of having his questions being answered with another question.

"Mistler, if you don't level with me I'm going to shove that cigar right down your throat."

Mistler choked on the smoke that caught in the back of his throat when those vicious words came rolling out of Barker's mouth.

"Relax, Mistler, if you tell me the truth no harm will come to you. But if you lie you shall feel the weight of my wrath. Don't worry, I've already imagined the worst. Now spill it. What happened out there in the valley?"

Mistler's purple face receded back to its normal ashen color. The sorrowful arch of the ranch foreman's brow convinced Barker that what he was about to hear was the truth.

"I saw her atop Lightning riding naked."

"And why didn't you tell me the truth at the time?"

"Because I feared your wrath at the bad news. I did not want to be the one to tell you."

"Do others know about this?"

"No, sir, not that I know of."

"Mullady was there a secret between you and my wife?"

In his head Mistler debated his options. Either he told his boss the truth and took his chances or lied through his teeth.

He had to admit that he was impressed at his master's hitting the nail right on the head. Somehow he had discerned the truth.

"She came to me and asked me to build something."

"And what was that?"

Barker braced himself for the moment of truth. His emotion was part fear and part anxiety at getting closer to the truth.

"A mechanical contraption whereby she could have Lightning mount her without being crushed by the horse's weight."

Mistler looked Barker dead in the eye. He looked into his soul and could see the pain throbbing inside.

"Were you witness to the event?"

"Yes, sir, I was. There were two occasions. The last one was right before she died. Perhaps a day or so."

"Did she succeed in having her desire filled?"

"The second time she did. It was an awesome spectacle. She was consumed with lust and finally managed to insert the enormous staff inside her."

"Mullady, I want you to tell me everything you saw. Don't leave out a detail, or withhold information to spare my feelings."

Mistler wanted very much to tell someone what had happened on that spectacular occasion. The event had weighed on his mind.

He felt responsible. He had built the thing. A few days later Nora had died. In his soul he felt there was some kind of connection.

After her unsuccessful first attempt to have Lightning mount her, Mistler remembered that Nora undertook the second venture with a grim determination.

She told Mullady after dinner to be prepared for the encounter at precisely twelve o'clock midnight.

He removed the felt cloth from the decadent monument and preened Lightning and made the horse look sharp for the celestial encounter.

Nora arrived right on time. She was already in a state of lust. She was wearing just a robe and took it off immediately upon entering the shed.

Mistler could see her nipples that were swollen and bloated at the mere thought of making love to her fine steed.

This night they had a hard time keeping Lightning quiet. He had to put a leather muzzle over the horse's snout.

He arranged Lightning into position on the contraption and bound him in place with the leather harness.

The horse's cock was showing signs of arousal. As Lightning was bolted into place the cock rose in anticipation.

Nora gushed with lustful excitement ensconced herself inside the fur-lined pit grabbed the sturdy member.

She hugged it close to her. The cock stiffened almost immediately from her hot touch and she began to kiss it.

Lightning was shaking in the wooden frame that kept his body in position. The horse's feet shifted back and forth.

Nora ran her whole body over the erect black pole. She loved it in between her tits and it glistened from her sweat and spit.

Her teeth were bared. She was beside herself with passion. She let out little pig-like squeals of excitement. On the behest of his mistress, Mistler had added a row of bars inside the fur-lined pit.

This was to allow Nora a good grip so that when she turned on her hands and knees for Lightning to mount her she had just the right leverage.

But she was so intensely fascinated by the sturdy truncheon that she could not let go of it. She tried to swallow it in her mouth.

By straining her jaws wide, Nora finally managed the impossible. The enormous bulbous cockhead went between her lips.

With a superhuman effort she pulled that cock to her and buried the massive tip inside the embrace of her succulent mouth.

She jerked the massive member with her pretty hands and held onto the tip with her hot mouth.

Her lips encircled the rim under the cockhead and she swooned and gasped in delight from the throb of the cock in her mouth.

Her nipples were swollen. Her cunt flowered open and dripped juices from her blazing heat at making love to the horsecock.

Lightning's muscles trembled and convulsed in place from the crazy motion of the mistress' groping hands and loving mouth.

She reveled in the feeling of the cock being so close to her senses and continued to tug and pull on the member while the tip lay between her lips.

Mistler saw her body writhe in spasms as she came in a bevy of vibrations from the cock being in her hot grasp.

She took it out of her mouth with a yank and ran the wet tip all over the beautiful features of her face.

She nuzzled the mammoth instrument in between her ample breasts and then played with her nipples by tweaking them very hard.

She was in a seething lustful state. She was hypnotized by the power of the blood-gorged constrictor.

She took the cock and ran it on her sensitive parts. The hot cockhead poked at her bloated tits.

All the while Nora was gasping and squealing from the supreme decadence of her actions and losing more control of herself by the minute.

She crouched on her haunches and managed to work the cock in between her creamy thighs and move it about.

The black leather-like skin of the instrument ran on her open gash and teased her juicy cunt lips.

She spasmed and rocked once more in a fiery orgasm and kept that cock close to her steamy snatch.

She was burning up right in front of Mistler. Never before had he seen such a beautiful woman give herself up totally to her passions.

She put a hand behind her to hold her weight up and leaned back with her legs spread and poked the cock into her gaping hole.

Once again, just like the first time, it would not fit. But this time Nora was determined not to be denied.

She pulled on the cock with fierce intensity. It was hard as a rock and gleaming from her secretions of spit and sweat.

The bulbous cockhead was drenched with the juices that had poured out of her love box and she was determined to feel it inside her.

She stretched her legs as wide as they would go and with a mighty pull she was able to bury the massive tip inside her.

She spasms and let out a hot gasp of excitement. She reveled in the supreme decadence of her action.

She could feel the huge tip inside her. Her cunt walls formed around it and her orgasm brought her to a state of uncontrollable convulsions.

Her nipples were bloated to the point that Mistler swore they were turning purple from her red-hot excitement.

She inched up to accept more of the cock inside her. Now that the tip of it was firmly in she rested both hands on the bars on her sides.

With her hands giving her body the proper leverage, she bobbed forward with frog-like leaps to capture more of the cock.

Lightning was silent.

The horse had finally calmed down.

He pawed the ground and snorted.

The horse was calm because Lightning knew that the mistress had succeeded in finding the means of getting the enormous pole inside her.

Mistler watched as Nora's face became beet-red and sweaty as her body moved forward to swallow the enormous cock.

She had the same expression that Mullady had witnessed when a woman had given birth here on the ranch and he assisted the doctor.

Nora's head pressed down onto her chest. Her double chin brimmed with sweat. Her cheeks were red and puffy.

Her eyes were bloodshot from the terrible pain of admitting the huge truncheon up her pliable body.

Her cunt seemed to be swallowing the heavy cock inside it. She kept moving herself onto it though it was causing her great pain.

But the pain was the focal point of the pleasure. Without it her lust would not be sufficiently quenched.

Mistler watched as the cock became embedded in the little opening of Nora Barker's unfathomable cunt.

Her hands gripped the bars on either side of her and she pushed her pelvis upward to meet head on the bloated truncheon.

It was an awesome spectacle that reminded Mistler of something he once read in the bible about Moses bringing the Ten Commandments down from the mountain and finding his flock giving themselves up in a blood orgy of uncontrollable lust.

Mistler began to think that perhaps this was the reason why certain avenues of lust were taboo in human folklore.

As he watched Nora Barker give way to such an urge and force that horsecock deep inside herself he knew that expression of the ancient drives were indeed destructive.

But the woman could not control herself. The more that cock slipped up her the more she wanted.

She was determined to get it all the way inside her, even if she died from the effort. She pressed inexorably forward.

Lightning began to twitch in place. The horse wanted to desperately ram forward but Mistler's magnificent contraption kept Lightning in place.

It was a testament to his skill as an engineer. The horse could not hurt Nora. Only her own lust could destroy her.

The cock was halfway inside her steamy snatch. The cunt hole was contorted to an unreal proportion.

It appeared that it would burst at the seams. Nora was in obvious pain and the tears began to well up in her eyes.

She was crying now. The pain was too much for her. She sobbed deep, heavy gasps that evidenced her discomfort.

But her lust would not let her stop. As soon as she calmed herself she once again began to buck relentlessly forward.

She took a mighty grip on the bars and braced her feet on the fur-lined floor and threw her body into the huge cock.

It pierced her insides and practically tore her in two. The cock was three-quarters embedded in her now.

By being fucked face up she could see the massive instrument that was impaling her. Her eyes bulged out.

She could both see and feel the object that was driving her crazy and breaking her body in two like a wishbone.

She waited for the pain to die down from her last thrust. She was no longer crying for lust had captured all of her body.

She took a good hold on the bars with her hands, braced her feet and spread her legs as wide as possible, then pushed forward with all her might.

She let out a blood-curdling groan of terrible pain. Lightning whinnied a throaty thunderous blast.

Mistler heard something crack. It sounded like bones breaking. He was sure that Nora had done herself irreparable damage.

But the cock was all the way in. Waiting for the pain to die, Nora lay in that position, impaled on the cock.

Her eyes were rolling inside her head. Her face was contorted in an ugly expression. But she had all of that cock inside her and that kept her going.

She had achieved the ultimate lust. She had accepted a giant horsecock in between her loins and was dying from the pleasure of the pain.

It was a feeling that few women had ever experienced, and few men had ever witnessed. Mistler looked at her as if she was a goddess.

Her cunt was contorted open. It was stretched to an unbelievable proportion from the giant cock embedded inside it.

Nora could not move. Her jaw was agape. When she looked down and realized she could no longer see the cock, for it was buried inside her, she gasped and writhed in orgasm.

Her entire body seemed to grip and form around the massive instrument. Her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms.

She was having trouble holding herself in place. Mistler sensed her troubled position and sought out something to prop her up.

He searched the shed and found and old chest that was just the right height. He brought it over to the spectacle.

He nudged the chest underneath her right against the small of her back and now she could let go of the bars and relax her tired muscles.

She balanced on the chest with the horsecock buried well deep inside her loins and continued to spasm like a geyser.

Her orgasms ceased to have an individual rhythm to them. She began to vibrate in one single spasmic vibration.

She called out to Mullady. She told him that she was losing her mind from the pleasure. She was soaring through the universe.

She was beyond her senses, beyond lust even. She was off somewhere flying through the ether like an angel.

The cock throbbed inside her. Her body existed for only one thing to grip that cock that was breaking her in two.

Mistler thought that she would die right there from the stupendous rocking rhythm her orgasms were putting her through.

Her body gleamed with sweat. Her tract was well greased now as her cunt had secreted enough juice for her to slide up and down on the cock.

She was out of her mind from the motion. She reeled her body forward and back and looked down to watch the cock piercing in and out of her.

Her eyes were glazed and awe-stricken from the stupendous spectacle of the massive instrument ripping her insides to smithereens.

She grabbed onto the bars for dear life as her back rested on the old chest and pushed back and forward with all her strength.

Each time the cock banged home inside her she let out a sex-drugged groan of unbelievable pleasure.

Her groans were low-pitched throaty bellows that became hoarse from the intensity of her screaming pleasure making her voice raspy.

Lightning wanted ever so much to ram all his weight into her, but Mullady Mistler's decadent contraption held the horse in place.

He could not hurt the mistress. She could only hurt herself as she bounced like a madwoman upon the pole-like cock.

As it shot out of her, Mistler could see it dripping with her juices. Trickles of blood ran out of her ravaged cunt.

She moved back and forth with a fiery rhythm and her back began to bleed from the coarse wooden chest scrapping against her.

Mistler saw her body suddenly stiffen as a last orgasm died down and the beginnings of another sprung up.

She could no longer move. The fantastic thrill of the spasm had her riveted in place atop the cock.

Every nerve ending in her beautiful body began to vibrate and explode. She was lost in a lustful reverie.

Lightning's cock was pulsing with the fierceness of a snake ready to attack. She could feel it vibrate inside her.

Everything became silent inside the old tool shed. Lightning was strangely quiet for a horse caught in the throes of a coming orgasm.

Nora was silent, her body was out of control but her mind awaited the event that would finally quench her lust.

The cock exploded inside of her. Huge spurts of white come splashed inside her cunt and whipped out of her contorted snatch.

Her loins were painted in sperm. The cock seemed to never stop pumping its heady elixir. Nora was drunk with it.

Mistler watched her writhe through her final orgasms, as her thighs became drenched with come. A tear fell from his eye and burned a trail down his cheek.