Page 4 of Eternity of Horror
A little bit of blood and some purge seep out as my slick fingers glide down his dry tongue to the back of his throat. I press down as I retract my fingers, making sure I wipe as much of me off in his mouth as I can. Still seeing a little bubbly wetness on the sides of my fingers, I gently twist and coat each of his lips with what remains.
I moan as I reach for a head block to prop his head up high. Normally, these are just used to keep blood from pooling into the face when prepping a body for a viewing or an open casket service. It's a nightmare if a person's head and face are dark purple from the livor mortis.
With his head in the proper position, I climb onto thetable with him. I swing one leg over his torso so my cunt and asshole are on full display for him. Knowing that he’s watching me has me dripping. "Is the view okay, baby boy? Is this what you were hoping you'd see? Mmm.... maybe you should touch it. Would you like that?" I flirt.
Reaching between my legs, I grab his heavy, dead arm and pull it toward my center. He is in the perfect state of rigor where he’s not so stiff that I can’t move him, but stiff enough that I can fuck his fingers without them bending and slipping out. My perfect man.
I rest my breasts on his upper thighs as I push my ass into the air. Taking his fingers, I trace my folds and puffy, warm flesh, lathering his cold fingers with my juices. I pull on his hand and help his fingers enter my greedy cunt, whimpering for him to keep watching me. Pushing back, my grip tightens around his wrist as I work his fingers to get me closer to the orgasm that's been taunting me all night. "Harder," I plead with the dead man under me. “I need more.”
I grind on his dead fingers until they finally fuck me right over the edge. My asshole pushes open a little as I force my orgasm out around his lifeless fingers. Splashes of squirt hit his bare chest and drip down the steel table, emptying out onto the floor from the drainage hole at the bottom.
"That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had, good sir. Thank you," I tell him as I slide off his corpse. I know this isn't the man from earlier. I know I’m a bitdelusional, but I don’t fucking care. I love it. I pull my pants back on, finish his check-in paperwork, and place him in the cooler with the others.
Chapter 5
Osiris
My mind hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that girl since seeing her the other day. I thought about following her back and removing her body from the funeral home just to bring her to my personal morgue I keep downstairs, but there was something different about her. There was a darkness in those eyes that I saw in my own. Something that I was very much intrigued by and wanted to explore more beyond just a quick kill and fill.
Currently sitting in my workshop, I slowly caress a wooden lockbox with my thumb before placing it back on the shelf. Muffled cries can be heard from the naked woman I procured for tonight's sexperiment. This will not only test out my new torture death device, but I’ll also be able to release this load I’ve had in my balls. Theload that’s been building, aching for days. I didn't want to waste it on my pathetic hand. I needed to find someone who resembled her; My Little Corpse Queen. This poor girl was just out for a morning run and now look at her.
I grin as I walk over to where she's sitting on the cold concrete floor, just below where she'll soon be suspended in the air. Her head is in a locked box made of a metal frame and plexiglass walls. Lining the cutout for her neck are razor blades that are bolted on two spring-loaded arms. One pushes one way, and the other pushes the opposite - bearing a slight resemblance to a cigar cutter. Her arms are tied behind her back with rope, weaving from her elbows down to her wrists. Her legs are pulled up and tied under her knees to her chest. The cable attached to the top of the box is currently loose. She's already felt the pain of those razor blades on her throat from trying to squirm, so now she’s sitting perfectly still, crying into the box and watching my every move.
Her flesh is textured with goosebumps, and I can see her chest heaving more rapidly as she watches me. Stepping beside her, where the cable goes up and over the pulley fork and down to a wheel. I grab the handle and turn, immediately removing all the slack in the cable and applying pressure on her throat. Gasps and whimpers fill the air as the razor blades scrape her skin.
"Do your best to stay still for now. Those blades are very, painfully sharp," I hissed with a grin as I crank.Once I get her to the perfect height off the ground, I lock the wheel in place. I reach up and begin screwing the metal brackets hanging from the pulley fork into each side of the box her head is in, rendering it completely stationary.
Basking in the joy of seeing her hang by her head, I step in front of her and let her watch as I unbuckle my belt, her eyes widening as my hands move to the button and zipper of my pants. Thin streams of burgundy slowly glide down her smooth, naked flesh. I strip my pants and underwear off, letting her watch me as I palm my cock and stroke it slowly, groaning as it hardens from what I know is about to happen.
I inch closer, pressing the tip of my cock between her thighs that are tied tight and pressed together. I place my hands on either side of the plexiglass case as I lean in and lightly bump my forehead to it, closing my eyes. "Thank you for being so obedient. I could tell you wanted to be here with me the first time we made eye contact outside of that old man's house. You looked so beautiful as you pushed that dead body into the back of your van. Are you someone like me? Someone who likes to play with dead people?" I bite my bottom lip and growl. "I hope you like my cock, my Little Corpse Queen. I hope you like it just as much as I know I'm going to love your asshole." I place a kiss on the glass and let go of the box.
Confused cries are lost on my ears. Groans of uncertainty, like I made a mistake and I have the wrong girl, spill out of her mouth. There's almost hope in her voice, which makes my cock even harder. Slidingto the floor, the cold cement is quite the temperature shock against my ass cheeks as I get into place. I could fuck her pussy, but with the angle her legs are at, it just wouldn’t work for what I’m about to do. Reaching around to her lower back and pulling her forward slightly, I point my cock forward, shuffling closer until the tip is against her clenched asshole. Spitting several times in my hand, I smear it around her hole, then wipe what’s left on my dick as I press the head into her. I feel her push, showing her resistance. I use that opportunity to shift and thrust up inside her, forcing that tight hole to stretch around my girth. She pushes again, and this time I feel the mess inside her asshole pressing against my cock. A stream of piss blasts against my stomach and splatters up my shirt to my face. I chuckle.
"If you think pissing and shitting on me is gonna turn me off, you're so fucking wrong. Quite the opposite, actually." I moan at the sudden warmth in her ass. The presence of it just makes it even more tight inside of her. "Maybe you haven't looked around my workshop, but I'm actually quite fond of messes," growling as I press my hips up, burying my cock all the way inside her ass. Her hole is undoubtedly on fire with how much it’s being forced open without any kind of warmup. My hips are holding the weight of her body, relieving the pressure from her throat so she can take a few deep breaths. "I really hope you cum before you die. I know I will."
Dropping my hips fast, her body slumps down and the box catches her by the head. She screams in pain, which has to be deafeningly loud inside that enclosure.Thicker streams of crimson race down her neck and over her collarbone from the razors cutting into her flesh. It's time.
I begin fucking her shit-filled ass, pumping up into her with brutal force. Spurts of piss fire out from her cunt as I wreak havoc on her hole. With her hips in my hands, I begin to turn her, starting slow as I spin her on my cock, seeing the contents of what's inside her ass around the base as I glide in and out. Judging by her screams, the razors are cutting deeper into her throat. My cock throbs. I spin her faster as the springs press the blades further into her throat. I can feel myself getting closer to cumming.
Her asshole flexes around me, clenching and pushing as the razors begin to work their magic. I feel my balls start to retract, hammering my filthy cock up into her shithole as her screams turn into gargles. Round and round as the blades sever her vocal cords until no more sound comes out. My cum rushes up my shaft like molten lava, ready to mix with the gifts she's made me in her ass. I growl a guttural sound that’s more animal than man as I cum deep within, continuing to spin her as the last of my orgasm spurts until the razors finally meet inside her neck, and her body drops onto me.
Her headless body flops forward onto my chest, plucking my cock out of her demolished ass. The veins in her throat spurt rivers of rubies onto my face. I blink through the blood and smile as I try to slow my breathing back to a normal pace. Gliding my fingertips down her back, I look up at the box. Hersevered head is leaning forward with dead, lidded eyes watching as I caress her body. My soiled fingertips drag up and down her damp, blood-speckled skin so gently. As I feel the final twitches of her nerves dying off, I whisper, "Soon, my Little Corpse Queen. We will be together soon."
Chapter 6
Lillith
Humming to the music playing in my earbuds, I put the finishing touches on the body I’m working on. I don’t always listen to music, but I have been so distracted lately by that man I saw that I’m hoping it’ll keep my mind from wandering back to him. I’m a little sad that he hasn't even come to find me. Forcing my attention back to the man who had an unfortunate run-in with a train, I go back to work. The family was adamant that they wanted to view him. Luckily, his head wasn't too badly destroyed. His left arm from the elbow down is no longer attached, and both legs look like they were twisted far beyond normal. It’s a good thing that his body will only be visible from the shoulders up during the viewing. Generally speaking, when someone getshit by a train, there is very little left to put back together, so I’d consider this guy lucky. I did have to cut open his head and rebuild his skull, as it was completely shattered inside, like a bag full of crushed seashells. But I’m very good at my craft, and you could never tell.
Suddenly, my music is interrupted by a phone call. I glance over and see that Scarlett is calling. She’s kind of the leader of my small group of friends. As social outcasts growing up, we banded together. We were close for a long time until someone told me that they all talked shit about me behind my back. Apparently, they only hung out with me because I have money, and they know I'm good to pick up the tab. I don't love going out, but occasionally, being among the living is nice. Picking up the check is a small price to pay to maintain my sanity. It's just money. When you see death as often as I do, people of all ages, from newborns to the elderly, you see how fragile and how fast life can be. How insignificant and meaningless it really is. Some days I plant my ass in my bed alone, watching TV until I pass out. Some days, it gets me to put on clothes and go out somewhere. Today, I feel like going out.
"Hey bitch, what are you up to?" Scarlett says with a sultry, dry tone. She’s like me: dry, dark, and depressing. Except she has a much higher tolerance for living humans and socializing.
"Just finishing up with a decedent. The guy that got hit by a train the other day. His family wants to see him one last time, so I have to make him look... less dead," Itell her, stepping back to examine my work before putting my tools away.
"Hot. Anyway, we're all headed to Jack and Sally's for some drinks. You down?" she asks. I know as soon as I agree, she's going to ask me to pay for her, which means I'll be paying for everyone.
"Hmm." I ponder as if I have anything else to do. "Yeah, I'm in. Gimme an hour to clean up here and get ready. I'll text you when I'm heading out." I almost want to hang up before she can ask.
