R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I was in hysterical was panic-stricken. I was – yes, a tube of raw meat for his use!"

"I wanted it to stop happening and I didn't. I was like a beast being used by a super-being."

"Then I felt the touch of the pillow that circled his organ and limited his thrusts. It was being crushed against my thighs and… and my crotch."

"The first few seconds – the shock of that brutal, sudden, total penetration – passed… it passed, and I knew I could endure it."

"The sheer animal power of him, over me and in me – dear God, so much in me – the violence and lust and beastly selfishness… it made me feel… I can't explain it."

"I was being jolted and battered by that thing that plunged up into my belly again and again and again. Each thrust was a giant invasion of my body, a kind of rape that I was permitting to continue. I found myself holding onto his shaggy, smelly coat to keep from being butted forward, away from his thrusts. I wanted his thrusts… I wanted that huge thing of his to keep on filling me and filling me and hurting me."

"Each time he went in – oh each time, the size of it – it pushed brutally against that place inside me and a lightning bolt of pain and – and pleasure mixed… all mixed up together – went through me!"

"Each time – it took my breath away."

"I saw Barby… blurred… smiling… watching… and I turned my head away, under Diablo's heaving, moving chest, to face the other way. I knew my face was nakedly showing my reactions."

"I began to wish it would not stop… I began to feel a hot bubble of lust in my belly. I began to writhe against Diablo's girth, to rub my swollen teats against his tickling, maddening coat. I was panting, mindless, glorying in the huge thing that was thrusting up into me."

"I should have felt shame and agony, and guilt, but lust and growing pleasure overwhelmed my conscience…"

"I forgot everything. Diablo became my God. I sank down into the Pit."

"A voice was moaning loudly and it was mine. A body was twisting and squirming with lust, and it was mine."

"The force of nature that was… that was possessing me – that is what he was – Diablo – not a pony, but a force… a God. I imagined he – it would go on forever, endlessly thrusting, endlessly driving me to a pleasure that I could not imagine."

"But he thrust faster and harder. I was shaken, tossed about under him. I had to grip his coat like death and fight – I hooked my right leg down over the sofa arm – I had to fight to stay in place."

"I heard Barby – 'He's going to shoot in a second…'"

"I wanted him to do it in me – to get completion. I would be dishonored if he didn't. I would not be a worthy female if I left him without his final pleasure…"

"I wasn't a human woman… I was down in the depths of… my mind was so full of those ecstatic lightnings! My Christianity and my morals – they were like sand and the huge thing pounding into me, faster and faster – yes, and deeper – deeper – was the ocean… the endless ocean… the forever, ageless ocean…"

"Mindlessly, I knew the pillow that prevented an awful, terrible penetration of me was being compressed and minimized with each powerful thrust. Diablo's organ was like a merciless log ramming into me. My belly was a vast golden ache… OH, GOD – further and further up into me… thicker and thicker… His snorting and bellowing breath was frightening, terrible…"

"THEN – a great liquid blow burst into me. A giant thrust into the stuff – pain – and another gush of it – a horrible plunge into me, spurting… I was full of it… overflowing, an awful warm wetness covered my thighs and ran down under my bottom, soaked the cushion…"

"Diablo made his last gushing plunges and was finished."

"I was dazed. I lay inert… in a stinking welter of his thick, white, runny discharge."

"Barby got him down off of me safely. She put on her coat and boots and took him out to the barn. The draft of icy air from the door as they went out seemed to drive the daze from me."

"I groaned – with shame. I struggled to sit up and saw the mess that covered my lower body. Sharp little pains shot through my abdomen as I moved. I wanted to vomit, but couldn't."

"I was in the tub, washing thoroughly, when Barby came back into the house."

"She came into the bathroom, naked once again. She said I had taken more than she had because the pillow was flatter. She said she'd have to alter another pillow for Diablo to wear. She laughed and looked at me and asked if I enjoyed it."

"I didn't tell her. The Devil in me was whispering for it to happen again. My stomach got fluttery as I thought about it."

"I knew it would happen again. I would assist Barby and then she would assist me… and Diablo would be better and better trained…"

"A dull horror spread through me, but it wasn't strong enough to change anything."

"It happened… it happened… what? Yes, damn you! HE KILLED HER!"

"We did it with him – with the beast – with the Devil – we did it about… I don't know. Twenty times. Each. YES. Each."

"Yes – I got so I loved every filthy, degraded moment of it. I got so – we both did – we got so we spent hours out there in the cold, brushing him, cleaning him, braiding his mane, making over him disgustingly…"

"We brought him into the house more and more. We put papers all over on the floor for when he…"

"He was our big man. He was the king. We were his harem. It got so we did nothing with each other – we only lived for the moments that he was… was over us and that huge thing was driving us crazy."

"The morning it – I was out in the barn. The snow was beginning to melt. Barby had him in the house. I was gathering eggs. Somebody had to do it. We had to keep the stock going, and the chickens… no matter how debauched we were, we still had to care for them."

"She couldn't wait! She thought she could manage it alone… OH, GOD… I heard – I was in the henhouse – I heard a faint scream… just a faint one. I wasn't even sure it was a scream the hens were making so much noise – and then I heard it again – the scream. It went through my heart like a knife."

"I KNEW IT WAS BARBY. Something had happened! I ran – I RAN – and when I got through the door – OH, GOD – she was under him and he was jamming and the pillow wasn't there on his thing! It was on the floor! HE WAS RAMMING IT ALL – ALL ALL ALL INTO HER! SHE WAS – BLOOD… BLOOD WAS POURING OUT OF HER – EVERYTHING WAS COVERED WITH BLOOD."

"HER FACE WAS TO ME… and, yes she was… she couldn't got away. He was kneeling! He had her head locked between his front knees! His belly was holding her down flat, down into the cushions! And she – my baby couldn't get away! And that monstrous thing was going all the way into her! It was covered with her blood! Blood was spraying all over… his belly was soaked with it… And SHE WAS SCREAMING! Her face was so horrible – her eyes…"

"I grabbed him – his reins and I pulled sideways and I screamed at him and I PULLED! But he wouldn't move – HE WOULDN'T STOP! NOTHING WOULD MAKE HIM STOP!"

"I got the gun – my husband's rifle – on the rack and we always – it was always loaded. And I knew how to – I SHOT HIM! I SHOT HIM! THEN HE SCREAMED AND HIS BLOOD – I SHOT HIM AGAIN! HE GOT OFF HER. He – he – like a drunken man – all around, breaking things… screaming… I was yelling – screaming… I shot him again. He wouldn't die! He fell down and started kicking. His eyes were like rolling marbles. He was breathing blood… I kept shooting him! HE WOULDN'T DIE! Then I hit his head – in the brain – and he – he went dead… he jerked and he went all limp."

"Barby? Barby I went to her – yes, I tried to… but the blood – she was all torn open. She – the blood was so red! It just ran out of her! I couldn't make it stop! She was so wide open – between the legs – here – like a – a big hole – like a butcher had cut open a… like a tunnel…"