My family’s 5,000-acre private preserve sprawls under dawn’s first blush. Helicopter whispers me from the penthouse helipad, champagne flutes still fizzing on my lips. I slip from silk robe, skin tingling against Egyptian cotton towel. Secluded glade, moss velvet underfoot. Nude meditation. Air crisp as vintage Dom Pérignon. Birds awaken in symphony. Total exclusivity. Elite silence.
Tobie barks distant. Footsteps crunch. Hunter emerges, shotgun gleaming like polished Bentley chrome. Followed his dog chasing a hare. Spots me accroupie, bare curves glowing. Eyes widen. Recovers fast. Levels his loaded Winchester. Double-barrel heirloom. Wife’s anniversary gift. Lowers fly. Extracts rigid cock, veined and throbbing. My panicked gaze fuels him. Glances nervously left, right, behind. Early hour shields us.
The Privilege
“Please,” I stammer. “I’m lesbian. Hate men.”
“Little dyke,” he shrugs. “Excites me more. Suck.”
“No!”
Gun trains on me. “Ravishing. Pity to blast a virgin life. Suck. Then I’ll fuck you proper. You’ll bleed. Love that virgin blood.”
Wind stirs leaves. Tobie sniffs trails. He shivers, eyes fever-bright.
“Monster,” I glare.
“Just a man. Charitable. Blood donor. Hunting’s cruel feast. Like your steak? Vegan? Absurd. Kings hunted with horns, packs. Prelude to war. Death’s banquet craves your hymen. See my cock strain? Thought I was impotent.”
“Bite it off, you’ll be.”
“Then brains fertilize game. Instinct saves you. I’ll seed you. Boy like me. You’ll hate him. Fine.”
“DNA convicts you. Prison with lowlifes.”
“Heart failing. Dead before cuffs. Spite the world. Suck or die!”
“Shoot then.” Trembling rage. Cross-legged. Breathe deep. Eyes shut. Await end.
The Excess
“Eyes open! Admire this beauty. Wife’s gold heart. She doesn’t excite anymore. Gun restores manhood. Poach off-season. Graise it lovingly. Bury with me in hell. Head or heart? Fragile youth. Fellatio frees you.”
“Vegan since childhood. Meat disgusts. Like men, hunting.”
“Die proud Amazon? Or I’ll rape corpse slow. Nature’s death carnival. Spider devours fly. Hunters latent rapists. Primal beast awakens. Science’s killing machines gangbang Gaia. Maybe your rape spawn. Fantasize it nightly?”
“Lies! Shoot! Coward!”
Eyes lock. He hesitates. Murder’s not easy.
“Can’t. Hands shake. Take gun. Kill me. Heart quits soon anyway.”
“Why not…”
“Ready. Don’t self-shoot.”
“Tuck cock. Kneel. Hands head. Count three.”
He obeys. Hypnotized by my scent, pussy inches from face. Regrets lost seduction. Counts: one, two—
Boom. Detonation scars morning. Birds explode skyward. Blood sprays. He crumples like broken marionette. Tobie whimpers over corpse.
Not me. Never intended. Bluff. Two novice brothers, estate guests, approach. Mistook him for boar. Relief floods. Then horror. Menacing stares. Unzip flies.
Loaded Winchester in my grip. Discretion seals these woods. Estate walls of ancient oaks guard secrets. Champagne awaits penthouse return. Power prevails.
