Unknown - Sex-crazed stallion

"No, no," she was saying. What the fuck, though Rod, thoroughly confused.

"What's wrong."

"I… can't…" was all he could get out of her.

"Carrie, please, don't do this to me. What's wrong?"

She studied him long and hard. Then she explained to him about the unity she had felt riding the horse as he'd seen her doing. She couldn't… not with him, not with her father, who she'd avoided for weeks (Ah ha! thought Rod. So the old man was sticking it to them!). She couldn't unite with anyone else… not until…

Rod couldn't believe what she was asking him. She wanted to fuck the horse! For the love of fucking Christ she wanted to fuck the fucking horse! He realized then that no environment in the world could account for the woman whose breasts he still fondled to her obvious enjoyment. Whatever vein she was mining was one uniquely her own.

But the idea was quirky enough to appeal to Rod. And face it, he was horny as a hoot-owl.

"You really mean this, don't you?" he asked, still disbelieving.

"Of course. And if you help me, you can have me."

"How do you mean I can have you?" Rod asked.

"I mean, I'm yours. However you want me."

"What if I asked you to leave here with me?"

She waited perhaps a half second.

"I'd go with you."

Ok, thought Rod, let's get this show on the road.

Locus found the house in darkness. Carrie's room he didn't even bother to check. She'd be gone. The worthless whelp. Perhaps he'd dissect her brain as well. Surely there was a wrinkle or two there never before catalogued by anyone, anywhere. Someone that difficult to predict was better off without their cortex anyway.

He turned towards Sherry's room, saw that no light filtered out under the door, opened it and found it empty. The hair on the back of his head rose in a rush of tingling and he felt his stomach clench.

His breathing started to come harder and harder, short choppy breaths that cut through him like a giant blade.

Where was the bitch. Where was that sweet cunt of hers! He needed it. He craved it!

And he knew where it was too!

Slowly he turned. Step by step he made his way down the hall to the room where the stranger lay. How did he know, already, what he would find; he knew, that was all. He could sense it with his skin. They were in there, his beloved Sherry and that filth. Certain as he was, he prayed to whatever concept of God he still retained that he would, this one time, be wrong, that he would find her elsewhere, waiting for him, ready for him, knowing, as usual, when he needed her and preparing herself accordingly.

But it was not to be.

Even before he got to the door, he heard the low throaty animal groans rising up from his daughter's throat. God! Could that be her voice? Of course, it had to be.

How to do it?

Burst in, catch them in their moment of shock, or enter quietly, so quietly they would take no notice in the midst of their throes of passion… was that how he wanted to catch them?

No.

He couldn't stand it.

Instead, he softly turned the door knob, took a deep breath and crashed the door on it hinges against the wall. The two figures on the bed lurched violently in horror. Sherry's eyes were wide. The man simply cried out in pain and reached for his leg.

What he saw sickened him.

Sherry was naked, her legs straddling him about his chest with her back towards his face. She was leaning forward, her lips wrapped around his cock while at the same time jamming her pussy into his face as hard as she could. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. He had lost her. She had tasted the forbidden fruit, and while simply expelling her from the Eden he'd fashioned would have appealed to his sense of symbolism, it would have been highly impractical. He was grateful for the drug. He needed the iced steel nerves that it would take to deal with her as she deserved.

"Father!" Sherry cried.

Lucus stepped into the room, never once taking his eyes off his daughter.

She quickly jumped off Johnny. His panic simply increased the tension of his erection and it stood straight up in the air, looking rather foolish under the circumstances.

"Deceit," said Lucus softly, almost to himself. "Deceit rules your mind."

He sounded surprised, a little disappointed, but still in control of himself. That was most important. Never let anyone know you were not quite in control of yourself…

Could he do this? Yes. There was no doubt in his mind that he could do it. But the pounding in his cock and balls was more than he could stand. First, he had to relieve himself.

He grabbed her by the hand and threw her to the floor. The man in the bed made a move to sit up and Lucus calmly walked over to him and directed a well aimed fist into the man's leg. He turned white from the vicious rush of sharp pain grinding against the broken ends of his bone. He let out a choked scream and collapsed back onto the covers.

Then Lucus turned to the trembling girl on the floor, already a stranger to his eyes. He approached, his shadow covering her. She turned a frightened face to him. Lucus kicked her with all his might. Hard, as hard as he could manage, aiming his shoe right for her cheek. She screamed and fell back to the floor. Lucus took his stiff cock out of his pants, slowly removed his clothing and prepared to unload the growing pressure in his balls that threatened to blow them into tiny pieces if they weren't emptied soon.

Rod was grateful that Carrie was so light. He supported her beneath her arms and she hardly felt like a weight at all.

The scene was amazing to him. Yet strangely enticing. Erotic. Arousing.

Her back faced the ground, her large breasts flopped to either side of her body.

She had her legs flared wide reaching up the underbelly of the animal she was preparing to fuck, resting against him for support. Ahead loomed that massive log of a cock, that horse-prick like no prick Rod had ever seen, and certainly unlike any that Carrie had ever encountered.

Closer and closer it loomed, seeming to grow larger and larger with each step he took, feeding her to it like lumber to the saw.

It was so huge. So awesome!

It was like… well, it was like if he raped a baby. Size ratio was about…!

Rape a baby!

Baby raper!

"The Babyraper", he thought to himself in a flash of recollection when all the loose links and clues that had kept flooding his mind ever since meeting Lucus Simpson fell into place like a deck of cards in the hands of a magician.

"BABY RAPER MISSING WITH DAUGHTERS"

He saw the headline through the eyes of a ten-year old, uncomprehended then, quickly forgotten. He also heard the name Lucus Simpson. Television news, perhaps, maybe a dinner table conversation. Whatever, the entire story, even with its huge gaps flashed before him. Enough for him to realize that they were dealing with a psychotic, if half of what they'd said about him was true.

Of course. He was one of those names you kept hearing over the years, never strongly enough to make an impression… Yet with a echo residue that could suddenly reverberate with profound force.

He almost dropped Carrie, literally from fear. What if that maniac had followed them? What if he was watching now, as he assisted his daughter in what was perhaps the most bizarre thing Rod had ever taken part in.

Suddenly, he wanted to be out, away. But the girl he held in his arms right now could no longer be ignored. He wanted to take her with him, no matter what the cost.

"Now," she was moaning, wanting that massive cock to plunge up her pussy.

"Please," she begged, and Rod pushed that last inch, making contact, beginning the long job of trying to get that massive cock inside her pussy.

Her concentration was phenomenal. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything and now with it at hand, she was not about to taste defeat.