Page 11 of Eternity of Horror
"Shh shh shh," he says quietly in a slow, calm tone. Each shush is like a head pat and forehead kiss rolled into one and somehow slows the marathon of emotions circling the inside of my skull. "Tell me what's going on. I’ll do what I can to help you," he soothes, his voice so comforting it's disgusting.
"But if you're busy I can figure it out on my own or call back later or…" The last bit of anxiety expels from my body as my word vomit is quickly cut off by his sincere voice.
"Princess... Tell Daddy what's wrong," he says. Cuethe moisture between my thighs. I clear my throat before I respond.
"Ok… so... My parents are out for the night and my dad just called. I have a guy I need to prep before his viewing tomorrow. Normally, not a big deal. The guy, however..." I pause. I haven't said his name out loud in years.
"Who is he, Lilith?" The way this man's tone went from comforting to protective in a heartbeat pulls my eyelids wide open. It fills me with comfort, safety, and just a touch of fear. My heart flutters.
"His name is... Albert. Fuck, I haven't said that name out loud in a while. He was my high school bully and now... I have to take care of him and make him look presentable after the pure hell he put me through for years. I just... I want to..." I trail off. I don't know how far I should take this with him. What I said before doesn't seem to be on his radar, but that was also an act of self-defense and self-preservation. This... this might be different.
"You want to get your revenge?" he says. His tone is still cold and a bit protective. But he is absolutely right. I want my revenge, and I have no idea what to do.
"Yes... I just don't know what to do, and... if this is too much, I can just let you go. You don't have to be a part of this, I just... you make me feel safe."Girl, please.It's almost like I am trying to find what's going to scare him off. Murder or romance. I sigh to myself.
"What's something that you've said you'd do to him one day? If not to his face, to yourself on those nightsalone in your room. The nights after he embarrassed you or hurt you. Tell me everything you've thought about doing to him," he says in a more relaxed tone, almost sounding playful.Is he enjoying this?
"Well, he always told me he was going to rape my ass one day. Because he wanted to hurt me, but not risk getting me pregnant and having to deal with a baby as worthless as me. So I always said one day I'd cut his dick off and jam it into his own ass..." I confess. Yet another thing I’ve never told anyone, and never planned on telling anyone. This man pulls secrets out of me like strands of hair. Plucking them one by one.
"Ok then. What you're gonna do is turn on your camera. I'll turn on mine. Set your phone down so I can see you and him," he firmly instructs. I audibly gulp.
"Yes, sir," I say without even thinking. The faintest growl comes from the other end of the line, and it makes me smirk just a little bit. "Let me just pull him out of the cooler. One sec." I put the phone down and opened the door to the walk-in cooler, the cold air hitting me in the face. He’s the only one inside, a white sheet neatly draped over him.Deep breath in, Lilith.
The cold metal of the prep table chills my warm fingers. I pull it out and line him up over the toilet used to catch whatever drips out of the drainage hole located at the foot of the table. Removing the sheet, I audibly gag. Not because he died in some gruesome horrific manner, like he fucking deserved, but because his face is exactly how I remember it. Just a little older and a little bigger. I slowly scan his naked body, even taking amental inventory of the little dick that he threatened me with so many times. No wonder he threatened to fuck me. Anyone with an ass would have been a struggle.
I grab my phone and turn the camera on, facing me at first as O turns his on as well. My chest flutters.There are those little heart gremlins again.We look at each other for a second, and I don't miss the smile that ticks at the corner of his mouth. He leans forward and sets his phone down as I situate mine in front of fuck-face’s corpse. I do a double take when I notice O sitting in a recliner, no pants or underwear, slowly palming his soft cock. I freeze, and he quickly takes notice but doesn't comment on my reaction.
"Now, put some gloves on and grab your scalpel. You’re going to castrate him nice and slow for me," he growls. Now, that's a sentence I never thought I would hear anyone say to me.Why does it make my pussy even wetter?
I pull black nitrile gloves from the box on the counter next to my tools and put them on. I do it slowly in front of the camera just in case watching me slide the tight material over my fingers turns him on the way it turns me on. So far we seem to be pretty on par with the depravity. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and my eyebrows perk up adding to the smug look on my face. I pick up the scalpel and get into position.
Looking at O as I take Alberts's tip in my hand and lift, pulling tight his flaccid skin. "That's it. Remember, nice and slow," he moans at me, his cock now fully erect in his hand. It’s hard... difficult trying not to sithere and just watch him stroke his gorgeous dick. I whimper before returning to my task at hand.
Pressing the scalpel to the taut flesh, it immediately begins separating. Keeping steady upward pressure, I gracefully glide the razor-sharp blade in a smooth curve from one side of his cock to the other, opening it up and exposing the contents of his shaft. A growl vibrates from my phone. I place the scalpel back where I made my first incision, this time pressing harder. I’m not going all the way around because I don't want the flesh of his dick to slide off like a used condom. I want it all as intact as it can be. I swipe again, severing the nerves, veins, and all three erectile columns that run through it. One final swipe to detach the remaining bit of flesh that holds it to his body, and his dick springs free.
"That's a good girl. The way your hand operates that blade, it's like watching a ballet. So delicate and graceful. Now, open his legs and force that worthless chunk of meat into him." Sex laces his words in a way no man has ever spoken to me before. I can feel his desire for me as a whole, not just... as a literal hole.
I place the severed appendage on his rounded stomach and drop the scalpel into the tin container used to hold dirty instruments. Grabbing two plastic head blocks, I stand them on their sides as I spread his legs and place them under his knees. This will give O a much better view, and me better access to his asshole. I could flip him over, but I genuinely do not want to touch this man more than I have to unless it's to cause damage.
I grab a tub of Vaseline and scoop a glob out beforelocating his entrance and coat the dry, dead hole. Picking up his dismembered cock, I use what's left on my glove to lather the spongy tip. I glance back at O who is still stroking his dick that’s very alive and as thick as I remember. He catches me looking and slowly pulls his fingers from the base to the tip, pointing at the camera so I can see his pre-cum dripping out and down the back of his knuckles. He smiles and gives me a nod to keep going.
I place my middle finger along the sloped tip of the severed cock in my hand as I use it to root around for the hole. Once I find it, I begin pushing. The head goes in surprisingly easy. It's getting the rest of his limp dick inside his own ass that might be a challenge. Retightening my gloves, I examine my progress and how his dick barely hangs out of himself. It's just, so short. Taking my middle finger, I begin to push into the open end of his shaft. My thumb pinches his skin as I push, forcing more and more in until I'm finally able to cram every little bit inside. Osiris moans again.
"Fuck Lilith, watching you do that is so goddam hot, I’m already edging. But there's more fun to be had first. Can you seal his shit hole up somehow?" Osiris asks as his stroking slows down again. I bite my lip.
"Really?? This... this is hot to you? Because... I..…" I stutter. I'm still a little shy to admit that this kind of thing turns me on, too. I want to tell him that I’m so fucking horny, my panties are drenched. All from shoving this dead fucker’s cock in his own ass while O watches with rapt attention.
"Really. And you what? Hm? Were you going to tellme that your tight little pussy is getting wet for me? Watching me fuck myself as you butcher someone who deserves every ounce of it? Say it. Tell Daddy you're wet for him." His tone is back to being sexually dominant and demanding.
"My... my pussy is so wet for you, Daddy..." I say shyly with one side of my face pressed toward my shoulder. With every task I complete, I feel a little less nervous. And fuck does it feel good to say that out loud.
"Good. Now seal him up," O instructs. I reach over to the box of Anal Vaginal plugs and pull one out. We normally use them to stop leakage should a decedent need it, but in this case I need to make sure this prick's dick doesn't fall out. I carefully push it in, forcing his decaying meat deeper into his rectum before I start twisting the flared, threaded base.
"Now what, Daddy?" I ask, facing the phone again and watching as he continues his self-pleasure.
"Take your pants and panties off. I want you to piss in his mouth. If you have to shit, that's even better... either way, you're going to let me watch," O instructs. The idea of relieving myself in front of him was a turn-on in itself, but filling the mouth of someone I hated while he jerked off to it? Fuck. If I push too hard, I might just cum. And this piece of shit doesn't deserve my cum.
"I don't have to... go number two. But I actually do have to pee..." I say, biting my lip as my fingers hook into my pants, pulling them down slowly. His view of me is a little obscured by the body, but he’ll get a perfect view once I’m in position. I bring over an empty table andwedge it under the head of the table Albert is lying on, so when I climb on it doesn't tip backward. The ease and confidence in my actions is very telling and I can see it in the smirk Osiris gives me. He can tell that I’ve done this before.
