Unknown - Sex-crazed stallion

"Harder, harder," she yelled, "I don't care if it hurts, push me onto it, NOW!!!"

And Rod pushed. He couldn't believe that the cock wasn't just splitting her in two, but amazingly, he felt her sliding onto it, slowly inch by thick inch, as much as her cunt could possible take.

She was gasping, crying, babbling, writhing on the post. Her entire body was shaking, sending her breasts into a fine trembling quiver. Rod wanted so much to get one of them into his mouth. Soon, he told himself. Soon, when they were safe, away from the lunatic that waited back at the house for them.

She was out of her mind. Delirious. She was babbling, mindless incoherent words pouring out of her mouth, amid gasping for breath.

"Oh my God it's so huge," she moaned. "Hard now," she directed, "push me against it hard."

Rod did as she requested, beginning to slide her back and forth as much as was possible. It took very little of the cock to fill her pussy, but that was more than enough to reduce her to jelly.

She was screaming constantly now, not thinking a single thought, her entire body and mind filled with the explosive pain of that giant cock pounding into her.

Strangely enough, the horse seemed calm and cooperative. Perhaps the girl was right. Perhaps there was some for of bond between them.

When she came, she came in a long fine scream… … a scream that was sexuality itself. … a scream that matched her sister's exactly, although Sherry's sounded at that moment for drastically different reasons.

"Stop," she begged, "you'll kill him!!"

She was on the floor, her face beaten and bloody, watching in horror as Lucus tried with all his might to strangle the last life out of the piece of slime beneath him.

"Stop, stop," screamed his daughter, finally finding the capability in her muscles to move again, to act.

She looked frantically around the room for a weapon. Anything. There was nothing.

Except… as Johnny had thrashed about on the bed trying to avoid the end Lucus had planned for him, the splints had come loose from his leg which now lay across the bed at a sickening angle.

She picked it up now, balanced it in her hand and brought it down on her father's head as hard as she possibly could.

He let out a groan and fell to his knees.

Then he turned and with a snarl lunged at her. He was only half human and by now bore no resemblance whatsoever to the man she'd known as her father, who she'd called 'Dad'.

This was a beast, a drooling crazed beast who could only be destroyed, never reasoned with.

Sherry swung again at him, this time catching him across the cheek, opening the skin to a torrent of blood.

He grabbed her wrist just as she was going to bring the piece of wood down onto his head a third time.

In a quick move, he had it out of her hand and she was backing away from him with a look of sheer terror on her face.

"What's the matter you cunt? What's the matter? You thought you'd beat me did you? HA! You're a fool. Just like the rest of them. They're all fools, each and every one of them. They think I can be beaten. Well my darling, I'm going to show you how beaten I am."

He swung at Sherry with the wooden splint but she ducked, jumping behind a chair.

He kicked the chair away from her and brought the splint down hard across her back. She screamed and went down hard.

Then he was on her, pulling at her flesh, biting her, tearing her, digging into her. He lashed out with his fists, with his feet, his knees, elbows, teeth… he was brutal, as brutal as you'd expect the repressed deviant passions of twenty years to be on their first full expression back in the real world.

She was battered beyond belief. She felt like her body was slowly coming apart. She felt like she was being slowly stuffed into a small suitcase, where there was less and less air, less and less light… she felt like she was dying.

Carrie was limp in Rod's arms.

"Take me, take me take me," she continually murmured to him.

"Later Carrie. Listen to me. We have to get back to the house at once. Do you understand what I'm saying? I think we might be in danger."

"Danger?" she asked dreamily. "What danger? I feel safe. Do you feel safe?"

"Carrie, this is no time for child talk. I'm serious. There's something you don't know about your father, but I'm afraid that he might be getting ready to do something violent."

"Why?" She seemed more interested now. "What about my father?"

"I'm not sure, but I…" but he could find no words to explain his fears to her.

"Look, just trust me. I'd feel a lot safer if we were back at the house and you were safely in your room and I was in mine. No sense in giving your father any reason to blow his stack."

"My father is crazy."

Her words chilled him.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, he just is."

"Tell me what you mean."

"Well… he's just strange. I don't know… he's the only person I've ever known… I just know I feel really uncomfortable around him… I think he's sick."

"Come on. We're going back."

"I don't want to go back. I want to stay here. You promised."

Her pussy was still dripping from the fucking she gotten on that horse's cock. Rod could tell that she was still in a daze from the intensity of it.

"Carrie, I helped you. Will you still leave with me?"

She flung herself into his arms.

"Silly," she said, "I would have left with you even if you didn't want me to. I want to get away from here. I have for a long time. I told you that."

"All right, I want to take you with me. You need to get out of here. There are things you don't know."

"Like what!?" she demanded, getting annoyed at his hints that he never elaborated on.

"I told you, wait till we get back to the house. Then we'll find out."

She gave in, they got dressed.

"Come on, we'll ride if you're in that much of a hurry to go."

They mounted the horse and even in the darkness, she jumped the fence and found the trail without problem.

When they got back to the house, it was dark. Rod didn't have the faintest idea what time it was. After midnight Rod was afraid that the sound of the hoofbeats would be heard in the house, so he had them dismount and walk the distance up the lawn. The darkness seemed to actually flow out of the house, like a black mist, falling onto the lawn and spreading over it to the woods. Rod felt engulfed by the total absence of light.

But the dark seemed to be Carrie's element and she moved through it without fear.

They heard the sounds as soon as they opened the back door.

Thuds, and regular intervals. Sharp sounding thuds. And groans that were more randomly spaced.

"My God, what's happening," asked Carrie.

Rod was afraid to answer.

They ran towards the sound, realized that it was coming from the upstairs hall.

"NO! Johnny's room!" yelled Rod, racing up the stairs.

The scene that confronted him when he ran to the door was unbelievable.

Sherry was thrown across Johnny's still body, herself seeming to be unconscious, while Lucus beat her unmercifully with a leather strap.

Her body was a mass of bruises, welts and bloody red stripes where he had broken the skin. She could have been dead for all Rod could tell.

Lucus heard him in the doorway, turned with a wild look in his eyes and to Rod's surprise let out a growl and rushed him. But instead of attacking, he simply pushed past him and ran down the hallway.

Rod ran first to Johnny. He saw that there were horrible bruises around his neck, that he appeared not to be breathing, and that he still had not moved. Rod feared the worst.

At that moment, Sherry stirred with an agonized moan and started to slip off the bed. As she did so, her arm snagged on Johnny's broken leg and the weight of her body began to pull it as she fell.