Eternity of Horror

9. Osiris

Chapter 9

Osiris

T he sweet taste of her juices run down my throat and make me absolutely feral for this girl. My cock was hard from the moment I stepped into her room and saw her bare ass up in the air for me. My good little girl doing everything she's told. So obedient and eager to please me. It's nice knowing that I don't have to hurt her or kill her first. This feels... really fucking good. I shake my head and get back into the moment, removing my belt and letting my pants fall to the floor.

She gets up from the bed, her legs shaky as she stands next to me. I can see the shiny trail of tears running down her cheeks. As she looks up at me with doe eyes, I take her face in both my hands, swiping the moisture away with my thumbs. I give her a gentle slap on the cheek to bring her back, and her eyes focus again .

"My. Turn," I say firmly as I climb onto the bed with my ass up. When I said my turn, I meant it literally. She positions herself behind me as I rest my head on one arm, my other sliding between my legs to push my hard cock down and back toward her. I can feel a strong trail of pre-cum leaking from the head. "Lick it, princess," I order her.

Her small, soft hands gently land on my ass and slide down the backs of my thighs as she bends down. Her tongue cups my leaky tip as she swipes my slit and collects every drop from it. I growl at the pleasure, and she whimpers at the taste. Sliding her hands back up to my cheeks, she spreads me. My hidden face smirks in the darkness. "That's a good fucking girl. Lick me everywhere."

Her tongue glides up the length of my thick, hard cock, firmly licking between my testicles and up my sack until it reaches my asshole. She moans against me as she starts licking. Her tongue lapping at it like it’s ice cream. I’m gradually getting harder the hungrier she becomes for me. I moan louder in both pleasure and reassurance.

Her right hand releases its grip on my asscheek and immediately grips my cock. The saliva left behind allows her fingers to glide along my skin as she strokes my dick, gently milking me of pre-cum as she eats my ass. I can tell she hasn't done this much before, but fuck, it still feels amazing. There is no way I can cum like this though, not like she can, so I pull myself away. My body immediately misses her as I roll onto my back.

Her eyes fill with tears as her lips make confusing motions like she has never spoken out loud before. I can see the genuine fear on her face of having done something wrong and part of me wants to pull at that emotion a little more and break her just a bit before I rebuild her. But not yet. I haven't decided how long I'm keeping this fuck toy around, and I don't know if I want to waste my time on all of that yet. But also, even just thinking about it gives me a stinging pang of guilt in my chest. She is different. Special. Stop it.

I motion for her to come to me, and she quickly gets on the bed, crawling over my body until her knees are planted on either side of my hips and her hands on either side of my head. I smile up at her as I whisper, "The rules still apply, princess. When you impale that juicy cunt on my cock in a second, you will remember to ask me if you can cum." My eyes bore into hers as my hands reach up to cup her face. "I don't think you understand what's going to happen to you right now. I am going to fuck every thought out of your pretty head. My cock is going to erase the memory of everyone you've ever been with, until the only connection to having an orgasm that your fucking brain can make, is me. You won't even be able to fuck yourself as good." I pull her face closer to mine, dropping my voice even lower. "You are about to be fucking destroyed. And there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. Now, put me inside you."

Her mouth falls open with what I'm guessing are equal parts shock and excitement, as one hand moves from the bed and down between us. I feel her small hand grab my dick and line it up with her entrance. Sliding my hands up her thighs to her hips, I let her sink onto my length. She gasps and whimpers at how much her pussy is being stretched by my girth. Her lips glide over every vein like they’re reading braille. When she finally reaches the base, and her juicy skin squishes against me, she lets out a moan of accomplishment. I smile up at her, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at my face.

My eyes are fixated on her face as I slide my hands up her body, around the curves of her tits, until they are both around her throat. As soon as I give her a squeeze, her eyes dart open, realizing I am watching her intently. I smile a little wider as I squeeze tighter and lift her, causing her pussy to slide up my length halfway. My eyelids flutter at how tight and warm she is. My cock is bare and unprotected inside her silky cunt. As good as it feels, my eyes never leave her.

My hips begin assaulting her, thrusting upward as I hammer my dick into her accepting hole. She presses both hands on my chest, pushing herself up so that gravity doesn't pull her throat down into my grip any harder, causing even more tension on her neck. My strong arms keep her right where she is as I fuck up into her with purpose. The wet sounds echo in the room around us. Her knees lift off the bed a little with every ruthless pounding I deliver. Her eyes start to flutter as she fights to suck air in and out of her lungs around my hold.

I groan louder as I fuck her, her body like a rag doll as she shakes and bounces under the sheer force that I’m fucking her from underneath. There are a million ways I want to twist and bend this poor girl into, but for now, I want a clear view of her pretty face. I want to see the moment everything changes for her, the second that I become the only synonym for sex in her head. I fuck harder, getting closer to my eruption.

She opens her mouth, fighting with every ounce of strength in her to ask if she can cum, her words are barely audible. "No," I respond as I continue fucking her cunt. By now I can actually feel it swelling up from the beating it's taking. Her eyes open wide as her already tight hole clenches tighter. "I said NO!" I yell in her face, my hands squeezing her tighter. "You will cum with me." I grunt in between moans. "I’m close. Don't you fucking dare cum before I do."

I pull her face down closer to mine. "Put your arms behind your fucking back," I bark. I feel her weight shift in my grip as she removes both hands from my chest and puts her arms behind her. Her eyes close as tears fall. My tempo only slows slightly, but I don't think I’ve fucked anything as hard as I'm pounding up into this girl right now. That's when she tries to scream. Rough, squeaky, desperate cries leave her mouth as she fights so hard not to cum. She sobs as she battles her own body to obey my command. Watching her struggle to not fall apart on top of me sends me over the edge.

"Fuck.. mmm, that's it, I'm going to cum inside you. I’m going to breed this desperate little pussy. You can cum for me now my Little Corpse Queen. Cum for me. Give me everything," I growl as I feel ropes of my cum spurt into her. Every time she lifts up and leaves just the tip of my cock inside her, she releases a powerful gush of squirt. Then my body slams up into her, splashing the puddle she just made all over both of us. Over and over, squirt after squirt, rope after rope, cumming at the same time. I couldn't have asked for a better fuck toy.

I release my grip, and she collapses on top of me. Both of us are dripping in sweat, cum, and squirt. Neither of us have the energy to pull my dick from her body so it stays. The feeling of it softening inside her filled-up hole is almost too good. I moan in pure satisfaction, and I can feel her smile against my chest.

"I killed someone," she whispers. Why that shocks me, considering the atrocities I have committed, I don't know. I guess I just didn't expect it to come from her. Post-nut confessions are the best.

"Have you, now? On purpose or?" I ask with genuine curiosity. I wonder if she has the same level of shock at how calm and inquisitive my response is.

"He tried to rape me. So, I defended myself. I.... um.. shit, maybe I should just stop talking," she says with immediate regret.

"No... it's ok. I’ve done some horrible, horrible things. Tell me. What did you do to him? Where is his body now?" I say with a smile so she can hear how excited I am about this conversation.

"Well.... I poisoned him with cavity fluid and then brought him back here to take him apart piece by piece and added him to other bodies that were being cremated until there was nothing left of him or his belongings," she says in a rush before pressing her face into my chest. I chuckle as I begin running my fingers through her hair.

"Okay. So, remind me never to piss you off," I joke to help ease her mind. "I may not be ready to confess all my dark secrets, which by the way are darker than yours, but let me just say.... having this new information about you? Yeah... It just makes me want to fuck you even more." As if my words weren't enough, my cock begins to grow inside her.

"Hearing that I’m... a murderer... does it for you, huh?" she asks, causing me to become fully hard again, having never left the warmth of her body. "Also," she adds. "What could you have possibly done that's worse than killing someone?"

"Well... let's just say not everything I’ve done was in self-defense." I stop myself before I say too much. I feel her squeeze my body in a tight hug, letting out a sigh that might as well have been made out of the word 'love'. Oh boy.

My graph paper notebook sits in my lap, open to the design I have mapped out for the current room that I’m setting up in the haunt. Every time my thoughts drift from building my attraction, the screams and sounds of the people chained up in the other rooms bring me right back. Lilith is dangerous. Thoughts of her were already consuming my every spare moment, but now they are pulling me away from my work. I need to build this haunt and start promoting before Halloween gets too close.

This year the first two rooms of the haunt are an insane asylum. What I love about this section is that the people I have acquired for it are the only ones I let live. These two 'actors' have been with me for a few seasons and have gone insane. Between the horrors I have forced them to watch and the conditions in which they barely survive during the off-season, I have to keep a close eye on them and make sure they don't kill each other or themselves. I found one of them after he chewed the meat off of his own finger and began sharpening the bone on the brick wall of their confinement, hoping to get it sharp enough to slit his own throat. I had to use a pair of pliers and crush every tooth in his mouth, one by one, until his gums were filled with broken shards of bone. Making it too painful and not sharp enough to remove any more meat from his hands.

The room I’m working on now is a twisted attic scene. The neat little squares of my graph paper help me plot out the path of the walls, each block representing a four-foot section that I need to place and screw together. The space consists of a small hallway that transitions from the previous room into the large area where I have junk I picked up on the side of the road placed all around. I have boards angled overhead to give the illusion of being under a pitched roof. Ropes will hang from the rafters connected to bodies wrapped in white sheets. Guests will have to push their way through not knowing which is real and which is fake. Little do they know, all the bodies hanging in the attic were alive at one time or another. Rooms like this give me the opportunity to recycle the corpses I’ve collected.

I start at the beginning of the hall and walk through, notebook in hand, adding ideas for improvement or what I need to complete my vision for the section. A smile grips my face as I slowly push my way through the corpses, their foul smell filling my nostrils and getting me high on their rotting death. Some bodies have feet dangling from the bottom of their sheets. Some are just torsos and have intestines swaying as you walk by. Small puddles of blood collect underneath the more mutilated ones, providing an extra element of realism to the set.

More screams fire off from the previous room. While building the haunt, I like to introduce the ones I can to their scenes. I let them know that this is, in fact, the place where they’re going to be brutally murdered, so please enjoy these last few moments as best you can. I leave them to scream and cry, piss and shit, claw at themselves and the walls, try to break stuff, get their blood on everything, carve out messages for help with their bare hands until their fingernails go dull or break off. Set dressing can be the biggest and most time-consuming task in a haunt, so when I can, I allow my actors to distress it for me. Providing the more realistic, natural sights, sounds and smells to the scene.

A loud sound of wood breaking draws my attention. It could be a million things I don't have to worry about, but it could also be something I do. I put my notebook down and start to backtrack down the hall, my hand firmly wrapped around the handle of my knife I keep on my belt.

The screaming has turned to sobbing whispers. The moonlight seeps through the dead tree branches and dusts the structure I’ve put together with its light as I make my way around the corner to investigate the source of the sound. One of my victims has pulled their shackles from the wall and is no doubt whispering to the other some promise of coming back to save her. I smile at how much she cares for this stranger and how I know she’s being honest. If I let her leave she absolutely would come back and save everyone she could.

I crouch down as I slink closer to them. Licking my lips, I imagine the adrenaline they must be feeling right now. The hope soaring through the girl who’s pulled herself free from my walls. Her heart is probably pounding, her head filling with all the people she thought she would never see again but now has a chance. I let her have this moment, giving her a few extra seconds to believe she could actually get free and come back with help.

"I will come back for you, I promise. I'll be so quick. I'll be back before he is and set you free. I’m gonna bring the entire fucking police force with me, and they’ll kill this motherfucker. We are going to be ok. I prom…" Her words are replaced by a scream of agony as I swipe my razor-sharp blade across her Achilles tendons. I watch them roll up under her skin just before her body drops to the ground.

The girl standing and still restrained to the wall screams in unison with the one on the ground. So cute. I take a moment to lean against the opposite wall and revel in the pain and terror oozing out of them. With a happy sigh, I charge the one on the ground, reaching out and wrapping my fist in her hair. With a beastly growl, I drag her away from the one left standing. Her arms flail violently and try to attack. Before she can swipe her dirty claws across my face, I grab one of her arms and press her elbow just above my bent knee. I force her wrist down and snap the joint in half, her arm bending 90 degrees in the wrong direction. She immediately vomits from the pain, coating her chest. I swipe a finger through it, between her breasts, gathering some to have a little taste as I make eye contact with the girl still shackled.

I pull the puke covered girl up until she's sitting between my legs, back to my chest, shaking and choking on her cries and vomit, each fighting for their chance to exit her mouth. My mouth, on the other hand, is pulled into a toothy grin as my fist yanks her hair down, forcing her chin into the air. The girl still chained up watches in horror, my eyes never leaving her.

I pull the blade up to the throat of the girl I'm holding. As she begs me for forgiveness, for life, to stop, I begin swiping my blade slowly side to side across the thin flesh encasing the contents of her neck. The act resembles someone playing a cello. My knife is the bow, and her screams, cries, and gargling death are my symphony. Playing my beautiful song on her throat as the blade hacks more and more into her body. The girl standing watches in horror, my eyes never leaving her.

I continue to pull back on her hair as I swipe and swipe, her body and mind still alive despite being opened like a Pez dispenser. Blood is now spurting outward, splashing down her own dying corpse. Hack. Hack. Hack . Until there is simply no more tension left, and her head slumps from her shoulders. The red gore bubbles and overflows down her neck as the girl I’m going to let live, for now, stands and watches in absolute horror.

My eyes never leave her.