Page 14 of Eternity of Horror

"Um….. mm... So the prep room is right over here, I mean, you know. You've been here before, but, it's over here and.. fuck... and she's waiting for you, too. Just like I am…" I whimper out. He smiles again before standing and letting me go, my neck immediately missing the pressure of his hand.

I lead the way and guide him down the hall to the prep room door, my hand shaky as I enter the passcode. I’m not sure what's going to happen once we’re in the room, but I just know it's going to be disturbing, disgusting, and I can't wait to cum to it. I open the door like I’m revealing the grand prize on a game show.

I hold the door open as Osiris walks past me and up to the table, his eyes locked on the beautiful girl before him. Her pale, dead skin lays bare on the cold, steep table, unclothed and uncovered. All of her, the good, bad, and the autopsy, fully presented for his eyes to consume. I close the door as I watch him take slow steps along the length of the table, the middle finger of his right hand gliding up her shin, over her knee, and up her thigh. This is my first time seeing him touch another woman, and I don't think I wanted anything, living, dead, or otherwise, in my pussy so badly. His fingers change course and move over to the edge of her autopsy incision just above her pubic bone. "Is this how she came?" he asks, peering back at me as I watch him.

"Oh… ah yeah. So when they come back from the M.E. they generally don't sew the person up in the neatest way. They basically just want to get them closed up and out the door as quickly as possible. A little disrespectful if you ask me but..." My eyes shoot back up to his as he peers back at me with a chuckle. His fingers continue to rise and fall along the bumpy path that the tight string woven through her flesh has made. "Heh. Yeah..."Anxiety has joined the chat. "I mean... So... but anyway. We undo what they did and sew them up neatly, if possible, just to make them look as presentable as we can." Finishing my statement, I abruptly stop talking before I make myself look even more dumb in front of him.

He turns the corner and stands at the head of the table, looking down at the girl's body. Using both hands, he glides them down her clammy skin until they cup both of her breasts. I bite my lip and watch as he takes her nipples in between his thumb and index fingers, giving them a gentle twist one way and then the opposite way, rolling them back and forth. Retracting his hands, he walks to the other side of the table, his fingers gliding down her arm as he makes his way toward the other end. It’s only now that I can visibly see how hard this man is. His massive cock presses painfully against the confines of his jeans, aching to be released. I make my way to the table to join the two of them.

Looking down, I admire her beauty. Aside from the large Y incision from the autopsy, her skin is flawless. My eyes cascade along her body until they meet her mound. Silky smooth like the rest of her. I dart my gaze to O and see that his eyes are fixed on the tenderfolds between her thighs. "You can... have a closer look if you want..." I say to him as my face ignites yet again.

"You read my mind," he groans as he grabs both of her knees and pushes her legs apart. Rigor mortis has set in so her limbs are pretty difficult to manipulate, but his strong arms seem to have little issue. I snake my hands up his right bicep and whimper at how solid it is. A smirk is shot my way before he bends down and puts his face between her open thighs. I watch as his tongue slithers out from between his lips and slowly glides up her dead slit. My hips buck a little as he takes the slowest taste of her pussy, dreaming of him kissing me after he's done eating her. I hear a rhythmic rubbing sound and realize he is palming his cock through his pants.

"Oh... Sir... You should just pull it out... and use it... please?" I gently beg. I’m not above getting on my knees at this point because I think if I don’t see him fuck this dead girl, I’m going to explode.

"Yeah, princess? You want to see my thick cock force its way into this dead cunt? Hmm?" he growls as he stands up, now hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his pants.

"Fuck.... I would do anything to see that... and... help? If you'd let me…" I say, somehow still as bashful as ever.

"Oh, my Little Corpse Queen. I have just the job for you. Since she isn't going to get wet for me, I am going to need you to spit on my dick as I slide it in and out of her. Keep me lubricated so I can fuck my living seed into her dead womb." His words are laced with a poisonous pleasure I don't think I’ll ever get enough of. He slips off hisshoes and with a soft thud, his bottoms hit the ground. He steps out of them before mounting the table, hissing at the cold metal on his warm skin.

As he gets into position, kneeling in front of the beauty before him, I help push her legs over his muscular thighs to provide him the most access to her entrance. With his cock tightly in his hand, he begins circling the head around her smooth clit, beads of precum smearing her flesh. He gives me a look and nods toward his cock. A devious grin lights up my face before I gather as much spit in my mouth as I can. Leaning over, I make sure my mouth is hovered just above his dick before releasing the load of saliva I collected for him. With a wet splat, it lands on him and drips down her cunt underneath. I groan, "Fuck... please... put it in her pussy. Please. I need to see you inside her dead body."

He lets out a growl as he takes his freshly lubricated cock and dips into her entrance, pushing his hips forward, finally entering her. "Fuuuuuckkk, she's tight," he roars. I can tell he's pushing with a decent amount of force just to get inside her. As he retracts, her tight canal helps smear the spit along his cock, making it a little easier to enter her with the second thrust. He looks at me and then looks down again as he pulls almost all the way out. That's my cue.

I lean down and spit again, this time using my own hand to smear it all over his hard shaft. The thing is so hot that it’s practically on fire. As I take my hand away, I drag it up to her pussy lips that are stretched around his tip and wipe the leftover spit from my fingersonto her. Looking up at him, I slide my fingers up and start rubbing her clit. I know she can’t feel it, but he can feel her skin pulling and moving as I make tight circles. He continues his thrusts, getting deeper each time.

"Mmm fuck... this is good, but… I need you to help me some more," he moans. If only this man knew, I would do fucking anything for him.

"Oh... um, what do you want me to do?" I say, glancing up at him and locking eyes by the end of my question.

"I want you to reach inside her, and squeeze my cock. Can you do that for me princess?" He bottoms out inside her and holds it there. The look in his eyes is pure evil laced with lust. They’re absolutely hypnotizing.

Without responding, I step away to grab a scalpel. Coming back, he watches me as I cut the string at the base of the autopsy incision. I pull out the binding until her abdomen falls open, giving me plenty of access to her insides. I glance inside her, and he takes that opportunity to continue fucking her pussy again, allowing me to see his cock pushing in and where I need to grab.

With my bare hand, I reach inside her corpse and find the outside of her vaginal wall and wrap my fingers around it. It's cold, wet, and smooth in my hand. As he thrusts into her, I feel my fingers filling with his living cock, the warmth radiating through her cold innards. I force my hand in a little deeper and then look him in the eyes as I begin squeezing every time my hand is filled with him. His eyes immediately roll back with the added sensation of me gripping his dick inside of her body. Iadd a twisting and tugging motion as he pumps faster, the veins in his arms and neck become visible, standing out beneath his skin, a telltale sign that his orgasm is rapidly approaching.

"Fill her, Osiris. Breed her rotting pussy. Please. Empty every drop and let it all die with her. Please," I beg, my words helping to expedite his orgasm. With a few hard thrusts that slightly slide her up the table, I feel a hot splash through the walls of her reproductive organ. The warmth of his cum remains where my hand is even as he retracts and slams back in.

My cunt is burning with need and I feel like I'm just a few rubs away from my own orgasm. He pulls my hand out of her gut as he plucks himself from her hole, his cum slowly becoming visible in his absence. Without saying a word, he pulls the dead girl by her legs until they are dangling off the end of the table right at her knees. He moves with purpose and determination. Quickly, he puts me in front of her and bends me over. My pussy drips at the sheer force of how he moves my body. Before I can blink, my pants and panties are down to my knees and my soaking cunt is on display for him.

"Eat my cum from her cunt while I eat your cum from yours," he growls before getting on his knees. His big hands spread me wide, and the tongue that I can still vividly picture licking this girl's dead slit is now lapping up my living one. I moan loudly as he devours me from behind with a primal need I’ve never seen from him before. "EAT," he demands, alerting me to the fact that I was just frozen in pleasure.

I press my face into her cold pussy and start licking. His warm cum contrasting with the dead tissue makes me throb against his tongue, my thighs already shaking. He darts his tongue in and out of my pussy with his nose pressed against my asshole as I drink his seed from her. It drips so slowly I wish I could reach inside her and scoop it out into my mouth. His cum tastes like pure heaven mixed with her insides.

Only a few licks and I’m pushing with all my might against Osiris’s face. My cunt sprays my juices down his chin and onto the floor, squirting harder than I think I ever have. My asshole opens around the tip of his nose as my orgasm explodes out of me. I feel him breathe in my scent before he gulps, swallowing my squirt. The desperation this man has to consume every gas, smell, liquid, and solid that my body can produce causes my orgasm to last just a few moments longer.

With a growl, he licks up the last of my cum from my pussy and stands. The evidence of my orgasm soaking the front of his clothes. He spins me around and takes my face in his hands before leaning down and kissing me, slow and passionate. Our tongues twirl as we create the most intoxicating elixir in our mouths. His cum, my squirt, and death.

He pulls back from my mouth, a thumb caressing my cheek as he breathes, "That's my good Little Corpse Queen."

Chapter 13

Osiris

Ido another walkthrough of my haunt, checking on all the small scares and props I have set up. When you leave things exposed to the elements, it's always good to do a walk-through and make sure the wind didn't knock anything down or animals didn’t chew through any ropes. I guess I should check on the living props while I'm in here.

All the bodies from my basement have now been placed throughout the walls of my attraction. Living or dead, they all have a part to play in the show that I’ve created for my special guests. The dead bodies have been placed in sets that fit their level of decomposition, with the fresher ones wrapped in fake spider webs in the arachnophobia section, the more dismembered and decayed spread out between the alley, dungeon, and playground. Each time I set up a haunt,my body thrums with the excitement of all the people I have mutilated for the sake of my art. I can’t wait to show off my hard work.

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