R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"So Satan claimed her. He has her now. Her immortal soul is on the spit, bubbling in the flames, in her agony… yes, the agony of her death! That's how – she is spending eternity – with that monstrous thing plunging up into her, ripping her, tearing her belly…"

"No – I warned her. We held that huge thing in our hands – it was so big – it was, yes, yes, at least a foot long… and that beast was so vicious when aroused – so elemental! The wicked mind in him let the primal instincts have their way when the animal was in that position… when Barby and I…"

"Yes, I!"

"It was a nightmare. The days after that time that we knelt and masturbated that thing together. She had to have me participate. She had to debauch me. She had to include me in her depravities."

"I have to tell you what it was like – feeling that thing… shoot. It – I couldn't see it. It was hidden by the animal's flank. I didn't want to see it. It was terrible enough to have my hands on it with Barby."

"That huge clammy-hot thing jumped in our hand and Barby gave a laugh – 'There he goes!' and I felt that monstrous organ leap in my hand again and again. I felt the passage of that stuff through it!"

"The awful smell came to me and some of that – some of it spattered on my knees and thighs. I felt it splash on me! I was revolted. I scrambled away and went to wash – to bathe."

"While I was in the tub Barby came in. She reeked of his stuff. She came into the bathroom and smiled evilly down at me and she was covered with it – smeared with it! She was wet with it – her hands dripped with it! She had slopped it onto her breasts and belly and thighs…"

"She flaunted her filthiness before me. She said, 'I've thought of a way, mother. It'll work for you, too. You'll see. Diablo is going to – I can't say the word she said."

"Barby was insane. To do that she had to be insane. That's what happened, of course – the evil lusts – the Presence that took her over – it left her mind twisted. It wasn't her fault, poor dear, poor, poor Barby… my darling daughter. She wasn't responsible. Neither of us were responsible for what happened, not really."

"We had to be out of our minds! We were Christians… we prayed, we always kept our thoughts under firm control. I taught her that – 'Control the thought and you control the body.' It is the easy way – the first defense."

"It is just that – Something interfered. She said she couldn't control her thoughts. I couldn't either. I tried! I fought…"

"In the bathroom – yes, I screamed at her to wash – but she only smiled and leaned down and smeared me with it – that awful smelly stuff!"

"And then she – she had to be insane! – she put her finger into her mouth! Before my eyes she tasted it and smiled and said it was like honey!"

"She enjoyed shocking me. She enjoyed doing things that she knew would revolt me… and then making me do them, too."

"'Honey, mother… taste it.' It must have turned her stomach, but she smiled and put her other, drippy fingers near my mouth."

"The smell was awful. I shook my head. But she pressed her fingers to my mouth."

"What power made me do it? I howled in my mind and I locked my jaw – but my mouth opened! My stomach was churning. I knew I'd vomit. I was dizzy again. There was a roaring in my head."

"Suddenly her fingers were in my mouth – and I tasted – I tasted the slimy…"

"I didn't vomit. I didn't… I don't care! Yes, yes, yes, I swallowed it! She had my eyes. I couldn't break her gaze – she had my eyes and my body. HE had her and she had me!"

"No – two days. Two days later. I don't know why… yes, I remember… she wanted him to be ready. She wanted him to have a full amount of…"

"I told her, I pleaded with her but… She had a pillow. A thick foam pillow from the sofa. It was brown-gold corduroy – the cover. It was shaped – it was like a square but with scooped sides."

"She showed me what she had done with it. She had cut a hole as big as her fist – your fist – in the center of it, and she had sewed up the sides of the hole… so it was big enough – the hole was big enough to let that pony's thing through to her."

"She put the pillow down between her thighs to show me – the scooped sides fitted her thighs on each side, and the hole was centered right over her – her opening."

"It was about five or six inches thick… and firm, but it would still let an awful lot of that thing through – into her."

"She was determined to try it. She had a weird glitter in her eyes. She kept saying, 'First me, then you, Mom.'"

"It was my soul they were after. My soul was older and wiser and of more value than hers. Getting my soul would be something."

"I see now Barby was a toy to Satan. He snapped her right up and used her to get at me."

"Yes, she brought that animal in the day after she showed me what she had done to the pillow."

"He was extra anxious. He was nervous. He did his business right on the rug… a big pile of it. It stank to high heaven. I cleaned it up. I had to. I couldn't stand it there on my rug."

"She had to use something she could lie on that would support her about two and a half feet off the floor. She finally fixed up the sofa – she piled the cushions at one end so they were level with the arm."

"She had strings sewn to the special pillow and she wore it between her thighs, with the strings keeping it in place, tied around her waist, hips and thighs."

"She led Diablo around the room and got him so he faced her as she sat on the arm of the sofa."

"YES – this is burned into my brain! Everything."

"She sat facing his throat, her head just under his head, her naked breasts touching his chest. She held the bridle rein in her right hand."

"I stood watching, hoping it wouldn't work. She settled down on her back on the piled sofa cushions. She pulled on the rein straight back, holding her arm up."

"The animal, to go forward over her, he had to straddle the end of the sofa where she was lying, with his front legs."

"It was too wide for him. He couldn't do it. But she kept urging him to get over her; she kept pulling on the rein."

"He tossed his head and tried to pull back, but she kept him under control and kept pulling…"

"Finally he did what he had to do – what Satan made him do – just the right thing. He reared up and planted his front legs just past her head, in the place – where the middle cushion would have been."

"Barby said, 'See, mother, see?' She patted his chest. She settled him down. He curved his neck down to try to see her. He snorted."

"She reached under with her left hand to touch his thing. It was supernatural the way he got quiet. And that thing started to slide out – ugly and purple and wet."

"It was sliding out – down – right into the hole in the pillow between her thighs! It was perfect… everything was controlled!"

"Barby laughed when she felt with her hand where his thing was going. 'Now I'm going to get it,' she said."

"I told her to stop it – he'd kill her! But she wouldn't listen. That animal was standing over her – if he slipped or if he decided to kneel his front legs on the sofa all his weight would crush down on her."

"And if he managed to get too much of his huge thing into her – it would rupture her."

"She guided with her hand and shifted around some under him. His organ was out all the way – I'll never forget how long and thick it was – and he was stamping on the floor with his hind legs, he was sensing something new and better than masturbation, this time. His ears turned and perked. His barrel sides heaved."

"Barby suddenly made a surprised 'OH' and drew a sharp breath."

"The beast snorted loudly. I knew he had entered her… and thick as he was, I didn't think the pillow would save her. He would compress it, smash it flat with his savage lunges."