Eternity of Horror

5. Osiris

Chapter 5

Osiris

M y 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. The load 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. Sliding to 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. Her severed 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."