The Hunter
He just stared at her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of
her body lay on the ground, nude. She was still twitching in her death throes
but she made no sounds. She was beautiful and he was memorized the curve of her
hips, her full but flat stomach and those wonderful jutting breasts. She was
lying on her left side where she fell. Her head was resting on her left arm and
her right arm was twisted behind her back causing her right breast to be more
pronounced. He could see the small puncture wound of his perfectly aimed shot
just below her left breast. Thank heavens, he wouldn’t have wanted to damage
that perfect mound of flesh. He looked at her legs. Although she was on her side
her legs were open and he could see her sex. Her butt was firm and full. She was
shaved completely clean and even had a sheen of oil around her vagina. He
wondered what preparations she had made knowing she was going to be hunted, shot
and killed and then butchered and served for the Ruler’s dinner party.
She had given him a tough hunt. He was the best woman hunter on the island and
he knew how to shoot and make death linger. But she was different. She ran like
the wind, her naked body flowing with grace and beauty, her blond hair bouncing
on her head. She did not cry for mercy. When she knew she was trapped, she just
turned and faced him. She even smiled as she put her hands on her hips, spread
her legs and arched her back. Normally he would have taken several shots to
wound her and make her death prolonged but something made him go immediately for
the heart. One shot and she crumpled to ground without a sound.
He approached her and looked into those blue eyes staring at him in death. Her
hair slightly covering her face. Who was she and why did she come to the island.
Did she know she would never leave it alive? He knew what he had to do. He had
to prepare her for the feast like one would field dress a deer. But he couldn’t
move. He sat down next to her a just stared at her nude form. He finally reached
out and smoothed her hair. He felt her lips and then moved his hand down her
body to those wonderful breasts. He continued moving down and felt her stomach.
Soon he would be cutting her open and removing her intestines but now he just
felt and appreciated her fullness. He then moved his hand down to her vagina and
inserted two fingers. She was wet and she had in fact oiled herself in
preparation of her death. He wondered why she did. Was she anticipating him
fucking her dead body or was she hoping she could trade her life for a day of
sex? He thought about that for a moment. They would have fucked and he could
have killed her during intercourse in a variety of ways.
He rolled her over on her back. Her legs were now open inviting him in. He
quickly removed his clothes and lay next to her. He lifted one legs and pushed
his hard and throbbing cock towards her entrance. Her flesh was still warm but
lifeless. He entered her dead body easily. And as he lifted her leg higher his
penetration went deeper. His thrusts were causing her breasts to jiggle. He came
into her long and hard.
When he was done he went about his work with skill. He carefully removed her
head from her lifeless body. It would be preserved in the Ruler’s palace as a
alter piece for him to remember her. He then surgically opened her intestinal
cavity and removed all of her organs and packed them into the special containers
he brought with him. When he removed her womb he wondered if his sperm was still
sloshing around inside her dead muscle. He washed the body inside and out and
carried it back to the fire pit where he would cook her for the feast. He
couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into that flesh...
Copyright by Michel (2009).