Page 6 of Eternity of Horror
I let go and stand, looking down at his burned and blind eyes. There's no way to know if he can even see me, but I hope he can. I hope he can see the smile on my face as the frantic clawing at his throat starts to slow down. As the little light in this alley begins to darken, I stand there and watch.
My eyes never leave him.
I think about how I’ll go get my van and do this removal. The way I’ll drag his corpse onto my stretcher and watch him disappear beneath thecover as I zip it shut. How I’ll bring him into my prep room for dismemberment.
My eyes never leave him.
I watch as foamy, bloody purge spills from the corners of his mouth as his hands slide off his throat and back to the ground. Thinking about how I will hide pieces of him in the next couple of cremations we do until there is nothing left. No trace. No one will miss him. Not a person like this. He lies still now, no breathing, no movement. This was the first time I have ever caused a death.
My eyes never leave him.
Chapter 7
Osiris
I’ve been following my Little Corpse Queen for weeks. She doesn't go out on many pickups. Half the time, it's an older guy that I assume is her dad based on the multiple interactions I’ve witnessed from the shadows. I’ve also noticed how she winces when he calls her ‘Lilly Bean’, but doesn’t correct him or express her distaste for the name, leading me to believe he’s not just some random coworker. The few she's done have been busy hospitals or nursing homes. Sometimes, the families follow her out to the black minivan and watch her load their dead loved ones into the back. Other times, it's just a security guard in the back of a hospital next to the big blue dumpsters.Why is the morgue almost always located near the dumpsters? I'll have to ask her that when I finally get her alone. Yeah... who am I kidding? The onlything I’ll be asking her is which hole she wants me to rage fuck my cum into.
I sit outside her funeral home, parked in my slightly beat-up used car that I picked up when I got into this town. I like to have some means of transportation. One that blends in and is very unassuming. I sit idling, lights out, window down, fidgeting with the black rubber gasket that the window glass slides between, patiently waiting. The cool fall air glides across the flesh of my hand on its way into the car, reminding me that the season is rapidly changing.
The garage door opens, and out comes the van. It's time. I watch as she pulls out, using her blinker with every turn. I like to think that she hopes I am following her, so she makes sure to use proper turn signals so I can follow with ease. She's such a good girl for me.
We arrive on a dark side street. My heart races because, well, this is it. This is what I have been waiting for. As long as no family comes out and watches her leave. I don't love that there is a police car outside, though. The police and I aren't really the best of friends. At least we won't be if I ever get caught. I smirk at the idea of being found out and the absolute carnage I would create before they kill me. I can't fucking wait to die. But until then, I will be the one bringing death. And many glorious and painful orgasms to this pretty little girl.
She comes out of the house with her stretcher, carrying a body under the maroon cover. She stops at the back of her van and glances in my direction. My car is off and parked in between street lights, so it should look likeany other car parked along the road. She exchanges words with the cop before he walks to his cruiser and pulls out. As she opens the back of her van, I open my door. She slides the stretcher inside, and when she does, I take that opportunity to close my door, the noise from the metal clanking in the back of her van disguising the sound. She is moving much slower than normal. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I get closer, watching her almost shrink in size as I approach. I didn't realize how much smaller than me she was until this moment.
She slams the back door of the van down and is immediately frozen. In the reflection of the glass, she sees me standing less than two feet behind her. Sneaking up on her may not have been the best idea, but it's how I'm used to making my presence known. I’m not really skilled in the ways of a normal introduction. She slowly turns until she's facing me, her head tilted up to see my face. My dark gaze, filled with nothing but lust, bore down into her glassy, pleading eyes.
I open my mouth to speak but the words are devoured before they leave my lips. Her arms are immediately wrapped around my neck, pulling me down as her lips crash against mine. The ferocity in which she kisses me is like nothing I have ever felt. Then again, I haven't kissed a consenting partner in...
Her tongue assaults mine. If a mouth could have an orgasm, I imagine this is what it would feel like. Her mouth cumming into mine, saliva splashing back and forth not knowing if it's hers or mine. I slip my hands under her arms and lift her off the ground as I bring myleg up between hers. Placing my foot on the bumper of her van, I sit her on my knee and let gravity pull her weight, slowly sliding her way up my defined thigh muscle until her dampening pussy is at the peak. She whimpers and digs her nails into my shoulders, still refusing to break the kiss. I think if she so much as stroked a single finger down my cock, I would be cumming into my underwear instantly.
She finally pulls away, looking into my dead hazel eyes with her sparkly ones. There is a darkness in hers too, one that I have only ever seen in my own growing up. But I don't want to think about that right now I just want her.
"What took you so long? You had me thinking you weren't even real for a minute," she says, still catching her breath from the surge of endorphins during our passionate kiss.
"Maybe I'm not real," I say with a smirk. "But let's say I am. What would you want to do with me?" I growl the words, and I feel her thighs clench around mine. I can read her like a fucking book.
"I would put you in my van and take you back with me," she says. I can hear the nerves in her voice, wondering if that was too far. "Please?" she adds.
I put her down and smile, walking to the passenger side of the van before she moves an inch. I open the door and get in. This might be the first time I’m in the presence of a body that didn't die because of me or Father. I glance back at her still standing behind the van, brushing her hair with her fingers,taking a few deep breaths before turning and coming around the side to her door. She looks at me through the glass, like she’s making sure that I’m real. The fact that this confirms just how much she's been thinking of me, maybe as much as I have her, makes my cock harder than any dead woman could.
We drive allthe way back to the funeral home in silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. I catch her biting her lip as I'm sure the most inappropriate thoughts are spiraling through her mind. I can't wait to fuck each and every one of them out of her pretty head.
Pulling up to the funeral home, she hits the garage door button on the remote hooked onto the visor above her head. She swings around and then slowly backs into the funeral home before hitting the button to close the door and turn off the van. We both sit for a moment or two in silence before she blurts out. "So I just kissed you, and I don't know if you wanted to kiss me, but you did kiss me so you must have wanted to kiss me.” She continues to ramble. “I don't know if I'm a good kisser. It's been a while since I've kissed anyone. Not that I'm a virgin or anything, heh trust me." She giggles nervously. I lean back, raise an eyebrow, and smirk at her word vomit. "OH... I don't mean I'm a whore. I mean there'snothing wrong with a woman having multiple sexual partners. If a man can do it, why can't a woman? She should be able to enjoy sex too with whoever or whatever she wants." Her eyes glance back at the dead body and then shoot back to me to see if I caught it. I smile wider to let her know that I absolutely did. "OH. I... Well... I. So if you want to go, you can. I mean, I realize I just kinda drove you away from where we just were, not that I know if you live around there if you walked there or drove there or took an Uber there, but how would you know where I was unless you were following me, which I gotta say..." She bites her lip and fans herself.
I lean forward and take her face in my hands. She stutters and breathes, but no more words come out. "Shh, shh, shh... I loved the kiss. You might not be a whore yet, but I promise I am going to make you feel like one, and I think maybe I should give that energetic mouth something a bit more productive to do," I say with confidence despite knowing that I have a fifty percent chance of ending up with a smack across my face and her getting fucked anyway.
"I... will you lay on the empty stretcher back there?" she asks, her voice shaky as her thumb directs my attention to the back of her van. There are two stretchers, one with a body and one without. I smile and make my way back, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles and off of one foot. My thick cock is hard and lying against my thigh before I take it in my hand and slowly massage the length up and down. As my pre-cum leaks down the head and to theshaft, I moan and ask, "Mmm, well? Don't let this warm cock go to waste, my Little Corpse Queen." Her eyes flutter at my words, and a moan slips from between her lips.
She climbs from the front and over the dead body that's strapped to her stretcher in order to get herself where we both need her to be. I watch her small, delicate hands replace my larger one around the base of my cock as she whispers "wow" to herself. She presses her nose where my balls meet my cock and slowly inhales as she drags it up to the tip, breathing in my scent before her lips open wide, taking me inside.
I growl at the sudden warmth around my thick crown; her slick tongue massaging the underside as she bobs her head up and down slowly, only taking an inch or two. Her hands work together, gliding up the remainder of my cock, her grip tight as she milks the pre-cum out and into her mouth. I force my dick to throb, and her sudden gasp lets me know that she got a big taste of what I have to offer her.
As I’m about to grab her head and force her mouth down, she begins taking me deeper, forcing more of my dick in her throat than her body wants to allow. The narrow passage behind her tongue squeezes my tip as she tries to hammer it down further. She gags around me, causing spit and a small amount of vomit to seep out around my thickness. She glances up at me when she realizes some of the contents of her stomach are spilling out. I growl at her. "More."
She fucks her own throat harder at my command. "That's my good little whore. Don't stop until I tell you to, or I will fucking hurt you." The aggression in my voice gives her visible goosebumps. I can see in her eyes that she knows I will if she doesn't obey. She tries harder, pushing more of me down her throat until her lips almost touch my base. I feel her stomach roll and her chest heave. She pukes around my dick, the force blasting it off my body and back onto her body, soiling her nice clean suit she wears to do her pickups. I growl loudly at how fucking turned on that makes me. I slam my hand onto the back of her head and grab her by her hair, ripping her face off my dick. She gasps into the air like she just swam up from the deep end of a pool, remnants of throw up on her cheeks and chin. The embarrassment washes over her face like a tidal wave.
"Oh, god... I'm so... so sorry... I... that's never.." she tries to squeak out without crying. I interrupt her.
