"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."
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."