Unknown - Stud horse

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.

"Mistler, I want you to take me to see this thing."

"Are you sure? What would be the purpose? You'd only be torturing yourself."

"I want to see it, let's go."

Barker led the way. He knew where the old shed was, of course, but he wanted Mistler to show him the workings of the contraption.

How could Nora have conned herself into such a trap? Still, the supreme decadence of her action was one few women were capable of.

It was this fact that made him love her more than ever before. Like she was winking to him from the grave, flirting with him.

Her brazenness never ceased to astound him. He understood why she hadn't come to him with her problem.

His male ego would have gotten in the way. He would never be able to accept the fact that an animal was preferred over him.

He would have made her feel guilty, remorseful at ever conceiving such an unthinkable idea.

But, of course, no thought was unthinkable if you thought it. It was a contradiction in terms. You could try not to think about it but you still thought it.

That's what was hounding Melanie. Melanie felt her mother's sin. She was unconsciously being led down the same path.

But her mother had acted consciously and willingly. Hers was not the actions of an unknowing child.

She had actively sought the experience. The fantasy had preyed on her mind and Nora was not the kind of woman who refused to face herself.

Franklin had been the object of her lust for twenty years. He dearly loved and cherished all their passionate moments. Nora was an excellent lover. She had taken care of all his needs and satisfied his every desire.

Even as they got older their lovemaking never lost its fiery edge. Their orgasms still exploded with the passion of lusty teenagers.

Mistler opened the door to the shed and Barker stepped in ahead of him. His eyes fixed at the back of the shed.

He walked towards it slowly and his nostrils flared up from the smell of horse sweat that hung in the air.

"Do we keep horses in here all the time, Mullady?"

"You're speaking of the smell. No, sir, we do not, but that smell has been in here since the days of Nora's decadence."

"You wouldn't be pulling my leg, Mistler."

"I swear sir, no other horses have ever been in here. Just Lightning, those both times, and in three years the smell has never gone away."

"Take off the covering, Mullady."

He went to the monument and very slowly lifted off the felt covering that clothed the depraved contraption.

Barker's face turned pale at the apparition before him. It was right out of a nightmare. An eerie glow emanated from it.

It pained and yet thrilled him to know that the contraption came right out the fevered mind of his wife Nora.

She was capable of such odd tastes. She was the only woman he knew that would've ever had the nerve to bring a thing like this to life.

She must have been in terrible pain, both physically and mentally from the brute piercing her and the guilt that pulsed through her.

Franklin Barker knew that he was responsible for that guilt. Her mind conceived of the one thing that he would never have been able to grant her.

He thought he was the type of man who complemented her perfectly as a mate. He really tried to give her anything she wanted.

But instead of being satisfied like most women would've been, Nora always played a game with him. Whatever you gave her she wanted more. She stretched his love to the limit to see how far it would go.

You loved Nora because she allowed you to bask in her glow, not because you held her in your grip.

And then there's Melanie, so much like her mother, and capable of the same rare independence.

He had suspected that her preoccupation with Lightning bordered on the perverse. His suspicions had proved correct.

"Mullady, do you think it's possible that Melanie witnessed what happened here that night?"

"Impossible. That was my job. The mistress paid me 50,000 dollars to watch over them and make sure they weren't disturbed."

"Couldn't Melanie have peered in through one of the windows while you were watching Mrs. Barker's performance?"

"No, I kept a strict watch at all times. No one witnessed anything but I."

If Mistler could be believed, then what Dr. Dedalus had presumed to be intuitive insight on Melanie's part was indeed the case.

She had perceived her mother's crime of passion and was living it out in the real world.

Through her he had been able to retrace backward and uncover the event of her mother's sin.

The reason for her death was now clear. Nora's guilt at expressing her wild fantasy had played havoc with her mind.

Her brain must have pulsed with intense waves of guilt for having the nerve to make real her most decadent urge.

She felt that she had done Franklin a terrible wrong. It was so terrible that she could not confide to the person that loved her the most.

Because it would hurt him dearly to find out. He learned for the first time that Nora never really ever meant to hurt him.

She felt his pain for the things she forced him to put up with if he wanted the right to bask in her glow.

But she couldn't let that stop her from realizing herself and her own ambitions. Even at the price of love.

Melanie held the key to her salvation. It was Melanie who was showing Barker what had killed her mother.

"I've seen enough, Mullady. Put the covering back on." The felt covering blanketed the contraption. It no longer radiated its aura but a gentle hum pervaded Barker's ears.