Dinner ends. Plates cleared. Heavy September air hums. Jean’s parents, Jeanne and René, chat marriage and grandkids. I smile. Not yet. Eight days at their isolated farm in Tronçais forest. Vast wheat fields surround us. Silence reigns. Only wild deer, boars. Neighbors far off.
I stack dishes. Jean kisses me quick. ‘Meet me there. Like this morning. In fifteen.’ His whisper hot. ‘Shower first.’ He grins. ‘I want you. Demons await.’ His hand squeezes my ass. I laugh. Push him off. Load dishwasher. Upstairs, quick rinse. Blue check dress. Kiss Jeanne and René goodnight. ‘Seeing deer.’ Dog’s with him, he said.
The Privilege
No left turn to road. Right, past barn. Down wheat path. Golden heads sway like silk waves. Wildflowers nod. Swallows dart. Bell tolls eight. Sun low. Farm appears. Red tiles, gray walls. Hidden in dip, trees cloak it. Legends whisper: women vanished here. Demons lurk. Jeanne’s tales thrill me.
Door creaks. Cold inside. Mold scent thick. ‘Jean?’ Silence. Barefoot. Dress slips off. White panties down. Naked. Skin prickles. Goosebumps rise. Stairs warm underfoot. Creak softly. Heart races. Up. Doors shut. Open right room. Empty. Floor groans. Bathroom next. Dusty tub, mirror smeared. No reflection dare. Last room. Eyes closed. Hands behind. Advance blind. Feel watched. Air caresses. Door slams. Scream. Alone. Doors ajar now. He plays.
Down. Salon empty. Kitchen. Back room dark. Cellar door. Grimace. ‘Jean?’ Groan answers. Feet numb on stone steps. Dark swallows. Hand grabs. Pulls me. Blind. Lifts me. Naked torso cold against mine. On stone slab. Not table. Sarcophagus? Hands pin shoulders. Fingers trace face. Blind touch. Hair, ears, lips. Shoulders. Breasts. Nipples harden. Cold. Belly. Thighs. Feet lifted. Knees bent. Legs spread. Finger parts lips. Finds clit. Presses. Glides vulva. Perineum. Ass.
The Excess
Hand teases. Up down. Barely touches. I arch. Beg. ‘Fuck me. Please.’ Mouth sucks tits. Cold lips. Hips buck. Nothing. ‘Take me now.’ He mounts. Cock wet on belly. Positions. Gland parts flesh.
Dog barks shrill. Jolt. Gone. Alone. Frustrated rage. ‘Jean!’ Dress hasty. Door locked. Unlock. Doors slam upstairs. Out. Path back. Jeanne: ‘Jean and René helped injured deer. Left right after you.’ Clock: 9:30. Horror dawns. Not him.
Shower burns. Nightmares grip. Moon full. Wake. Nuisette slips. Barefoot out. Path glows. Farm calls. Door opens alone. Halo lights. Straps fall. Panties drop. Cellar breathes blue. Down. Crypt. Sarcophagus glows. Black fumes coil. Legs part. Form descends. Gaseous. Possesses. Breasts kneaded. Clit sucked void. Hips thrust air. Orgasm rips. Tremble. More forms. Hideous head. Scream.
Storm cracks. Rain pounds. Lightning flashes farm sinister. Silence falls. Dawn: deer grazes. Clothes found. No trace. Vanished. Legends live.
