Eternity of Horror

10. Lilith

Chapter 10

Lilith

I haven't talked to Osiris in a few days. Only a few short texts here and there since he came over and destroyed me. That's not what has me anxious, though. I have bubble guts over the fact that I confessed to him something that should have gone to my grave with me. I hardly know this man, and after our second time together, where he gave me a thorough and proper fucking, I just spilled my deepest darkest secret. Honestly, I feel like it’s darker than the fact that I get off with the help of some of my flatlined friends who come through my prep room. The more time that passes, the more knotted my stomach becomes. It feels like I drank a gallon of sand before pulling my intestines out to make balloon animals.

My mind is racing with all the possible scenarios of what could happen if I was caught, what I would say to the police, how I would try to formulate my defense, or if I should just drink some cavity fluid myself and avoid the whole mess. I don’t think O would rat me out, especially after saying he's done some darker stuff. His reaction is the only thing keeping me from having a full-fledged meltdown as I meander about my prep room cleaning and reorganizing my tools and instruments.

My cell phone rings, breaking my train of thought. All air leaves my lungs as I take what feels like three-miles but is only a couple steps over to where it sits on top of the cooler log. I'm able to breathe, only slightly, when I see that it's my dad. "Hey, Dad, what's up?" I answer in a calm, slightly disappointed tone.

"Hey, Lilly Bean.” God, I hate that fucking name. “I just wanted to give you a heads-up in case you haven't seen it already, there's a body in the cooler that needs to be prepped for a viewing tomorrow night. There isn't much else going on so it's up to you if you want to do it tonight or just get it done in the morning," he says.

"Oh ok, I hadn't checked yet. Just cleaning up and organizing my stuff. I think I'll get it done to..." The words cauterize in my throat when my eyes glance down at the last name logged into the cooler. Albert Krum.

This motherfucker made my life an absolute living nightmare in high school. I was a loner, much like I am now, just add in fifty percent more awkwardness and fifty percent less physical development, making me one hundred percent easy prey for bullies. Armed with a face full of acne, four inches in height that seemed to sprout the night before I started my freshman year. It only took until the last semester of senior year to figure itself out, and an ass that was as flat as my chest, I was the number one candidate for a punchline. Sometimes just regular old punches, too. I mean, who would believe me if I told people that Albert would corner me in the locker room and say disgusting things to me, then punch me in the stomach when I didn't entice him with the intended response? Or the porn pictures he would photoshop my head on and put them up in the bathrooms with my number. Spilling my lunch when he would walk by was just a regular thing, and if I didn't have lunch, he would pull my chair out from behind me so I'd fall and cry.

"Lilly? You ok?" Dad responds after a moment of silence on my end, breaking me free of that painful spiral I was rapidly descending into.

"Huh? Oh... ah, yeah. Sorry, Dad. I’ll take care of this tonight. What time are you and Mom coming home?" I ask. I don't know what I'm going to do to this piece of shit yet, but all I know is I don't want my darling parents walking in on something that would shatter their perfect image of me.

"We just got to dinner, so probably not for a few more hours. I have my keys so you can lock up if you go to bed before we’re back. I might take your mother someplace romantic after this," he says, the flirtatious tone at the end clearly directed toward my mother, whom I immediately hear in the background telling him to stop it.

"Gross. Ok, well, whatever you do, have fun and please god don't tell me about it. My stomach can handle embalming toddlers but I draw the line at my parents' disgusting sex life," I playfully replied.

"Lilly!" Dad exclaims in a way that if he were wearing pearls, he might clutch them.

"Love you, gotta go bye," I say quickly before he has a chance to say anything else, and hang up. I love my parents dearly, and that little bit of back-and-forth kind of dulls the anxiety that's ripping through me. But... now what? I have time. I have someone who deserves to be desecrated in a vile way. But I have no plan, and part of me is still very much afraid of even looking at him, dead or not.

I hold my phone in my hand, my thumb petting the side in a nervous tick while I stand frozen in front of the cooler door. Fuck it. I need to call him. I unlock my phone, scroll to O's number, and hit call. I try to do it as quickly as possible because I know if I think about it a moment longer, I won’t be able to hit the green button. I’ll just be standing there, inanimate, like I’m filled with my own rigor mortis. The phone starts ringing.

"Hey, princess. What's up?" he says into my ear. The question at the end is grunted like he just dropped something heavy on the ground. His voice, the cute name, him answering my call like what I told him a few nights ago isn’t even a thought in his mind, spreads a smile across my face before I can even reply. But just as quick as the smile appears, it fades when I remember why I’m calling him.

"Hey… prince..." Wow. Really, Lilith? That's what you come back with? There is silence for a moment as my face ignites in embarrassment.

"You're so cute," he finally responds, and I feel like I’m able to breathe again. "O, babe, Sir, or Daddy. Those are all fine for our day-to-day chitchat." I can hear him smiling through the phone. "What are you up to?"

"Ok... I... Babe… sorry. Daddy… I… " Get it the fuck together. "Sorry. Anyway, so..… I’m in full-on panic mode, and I’m sort of spiraling and just needed to call you because, well, I’m in a unique situation, and I feel like you’re the only one I can talk to about this. You're the only one I want to talk to." Ending my sentence there immediately makes me realize that I sound desperate. Cue more nervous panic. I sigh and continue, "To talk to about this. And well, I just... I need your help. I don't know how you're going to help me, but..." My words slowly fade, and I realize it's best to just stop talking and let him respond. He may be busy and not even have time to deal with my bullshit.

"Shh shh shh," he says quietly in a slow, calm tone. Each shush is like a head pat and forehead kiss rolled into one and somehow slows the marathon of emotions circling the inside of my skull. "Tell me what's going on. I’ll do what I can to help you," he soothes, his voice so comforting it's disgusting.

"But if you're busy I can figure it out on my own or call back later or…" The last bit of anxiety expels from my body as my word vomit is quickly cut off by his sincere voice.

"Princess... Tell Daddy what's wrong," he says. Cue the moisture between my thighs. I clear my throat before I respond.

"Ok… so... My parents are out for the night and my dad just called. I have a guy I need to prep before his viewing tomorrow. Normally, not a big deal. The guy, however..." I pause. I haven't said his name out loud in years.

"Who is he, Lilith?" The way this man's tone went from comforting to protective in a heartbeat pulls my eyelids wide open. It fills me with comfort, safety, and just a touch of fear. My heart flutters.

"His name is... Albert. Fuck, I haven't said that name out loud in a while. He was my high school bully and now... I have to take care of him and make him look presentable after the pure hell he put me through for years. I just... I want to..." I trail off. I don't know how far I should take this with him. What I said before doesn't seem to be on his radar, but that was also an act of self-defense and self-preservation. This... this might be different.

"You want to get your revenge?" he says. His tone is still cold and a bit protective. But he is absolutely right. I want my revenge, and I have no idea what to do.

"Yes... I just don't know what to do, and... if this is too much, I can just let you go. You don't have to be a part of this, I just... you make me feel safe." Girl, please. It's almost like I am trying to find what's going to scare him off. Murder or romance. I sigh to myself.

"What's something that you've said you'd do to him one day? If not to his face, to yourself on those nights alone in your room. The nights after he embarrassed you or hurt you. Tell me everything you've thought about doing to him," he says in a more relaxed tone, almost sounding playful. Is he enjoying this?

"Well, he always told me he was going to rape my ass one day. Because he wanted to hurt me, but not risk getting me pregnant and having to deal with a baby as worthless as me. So I always said one day I'd cut his dick off and jam it into his own ass..." I confess. Yet another thing I’ve never told anyone, and never planned on telling anyone. This man pulls secrets out of me like strands of hair. Plucking them one by one.

"Ok then. What you're gonna do is turn on your camera. I'll turn on mine. Set your phone down so I can see you and him," he firmly instructs. I audibly gulp.

"Yes, sir," I say without even thinking. The faintest growl comes from the other end of the line, and it makes me smirk just a little bit. "Let me just pull him out of the cooler. One sec." I put the phone down and opened the door to the walk-in cooler, the cold air hitting me in the face. He’s the only one inside, a white sheet neatly draped over him. Deep breath in, Lilith .

The cold metal of the prep table chills my warm fingers. I pull it out and line him up over the toilet used to catch whatever drips out of the drainage hole located at the foot of the table. Removing the sheet, I audibly gag. Not because he died in some gruesome horrific manner, like he fucking deserved, but because his face is exactly how I remember it. Just a little older and a little bigger. I slowly scan his naked body, even taking a mental inventory of the little dick that he threatened me with so many times. No wonder he threatened to fuck me. Anyone with an ass would have been a struggle.

I grab my phone and turn the camera on, facing me at first as O turns his on as well. My chest flutters. There are those little heart gremlins again. We look at each other for a second, and I don't miss the smile that ticks at the corner of his mouth. He leans forward and sets his phone down as I situate mine in front of fuck-face’s corpse. I do a double take when I notice O sitting in a recliner, no pants or underwear, slowly palming his soft cock. I freeze, and he quickly takes notice but doesn't comment on my reaction.

"Now, put some gloves on and grab your scalpel. You’re going to castrate him nice and slow for me," he growls. Now, that's a sentence I never thought I would hear anyone say to me. Why does it make my pussy even wetter?

I pull black nitrile gloves from the box on the counter next to my tools and put them on. I do it slowly in front of the camera just in case watching me slide the tight material over my fingers turns him on the way it turns me on. So far we seem to be pretty on par with the depravity. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and my eyebrows perk up adding to the smug look on my face. I pick up the scalpel and get into position.

Looking at O as I take Alberts's tip in my hand and lift, pulling tight his flaccid skin. "That's it. Remember, nice and slow," he moans at me, his cock now fully erect in his hand. It’s hard... difficult trying not to sit here and just watch him stroke his gorgeous dick. I whimper before returning to my task at hand.

Pressing the scalpel to the taut flesh, it immediately begins separating. Keeping steady upward pressure, I gracefully glide the razor-sharp blade in a smooth curve from one side of his cock to the other, opening it up and exposing the contents of his shaft. A growl vibrates from my phone. I place the scalpel back where I made my first incision, this time pressing harder. I’m not going all the way around because I don't want the flesh of his dick to slide off like a used condom. I want it all as intact as it can be. I swipe again, severing the nerves, veins, and all three erectile columns that run through it. One final swipe to detach the remaining bit of flesh that holds it to his body, and his dick springs free.

"That's a good girl. The way your hand operates that blade, it's like watching a ballet. So delicate and graceful. Now, open his legs and force that worthless chunk of meat into him." Sex laces his words in a way no man has ever spoken to me before. I can feel his desire for me as a whole, not just... as a literal hole.

I place the severed appendage on his rounded stomach and drop the scalpel into the tin container used to hold dirty instruments. Grabbing two plastic head blocks, I stand them on their sides as I spread his legs and place them under his knees. This will give O a much better view, and me better access to his asshole. I could flip him over, but I genuinely do not want to touch this man more than I have to unless it's to cause damage.

I grab a tub of Vaseline and scoop a glob out before locating his entrance and coat the dry, dead hole. Picking up his dismembered cock, I use what's left on my glove to lather the spongy tip. I glance back at O who is still stroking his dick that’s very alive and as thick as I remember. He catches me looking and slowly pulls his fingers from the base to the tip, pointing at the camera so I can see his pre-cum dripping out and down the back of his knuckles. He smiles and gives me a nod to keep going.

I place my middle finger along the sloped tip of the severed cock in my hand as I use it to root around for the hole. Once I find it, I begin pushing. The head goes in surprisingly easy. It's getting the rest of his limp dick inside his own ass that might be a challenge. Retightening my gloves, I examine my progress and how his dick barely hangs out of himself. It's just, so short. Taking my middle finger, I begin to push into the open end of his shaft. My thumb pinches his skin as I push, forcing more and more in until I'm finally able to cram every little bit inside. Osiris moans again.

"Fuck Lilith, watching you do that is so goddam hot, I’m already edging. But there's more fun to be had first. Can you seal his shit hole up somehow?" Osiris asks as his stroking slows down again. I bite my lip.

"Really?? This... this is hot to you? Because... I..…" I stutter. I'm still a little shy to admit that this kind of thing turns me on, too. I want to tell him that I’m so fucking horny, my panties are drenched. All from shoving this dead fucker’s cock in his own ass while O watches with rapt attention.

"Really. And you what? Hm? Were you going to tell me that your tight little pussy is getting wet for me? Watching me fuck myself as you butcher someone who deserves every ounce of it? Say it. Tell Daddy you're wet for him." His tone is back to being sexually dominant and demanding.

"My... my pussy is so wet for you, Daddy..." I say shyly with one side of my face pressed toward my shoulder. With every task I complete, I feel a little less nervous. And fuck does it feel good to say that out loud.

"Good. Now seal him up," O instructs. I reach over to the box of Anal Vaginal plugs and pull one out. We normally use them to stop leakage should a decedent need it, but in this case I need to make sure this prick's dick doesn't fall out. I carefully push it in, forcing his decaying meat deeper into his rectum before I start twisting the flared, threaded base.

"Now what, Daddy?" I ask, facing the phone again and watching as he continues his self-pleasure.

"Take your pants and panties off. I want you to piss in his mouth. If you have to shit, that's even better... either way, you're going to let me watch," O instructs. The idea of relieving myself in front of him was a turn-on in itself, but filling the mouth of someone I hated while he jerked off to it? Fuck. If I push too hard, I might just cum. And this piece of shit doesn't deserve my cum.

"I don't have to... go number two. But I actually do have to pee..." I say, biting my lip as my fingers hook into my pants, pulling them down slowly. His view of me is a little obscured by the body, but he’ll get a perfect view once I’m in position. I bring over an empty table and wedge it under the head of the table Albert is lying on, so when I climb on it doesn't tip backward. The ease and confidence in my actions is very telling and I can see it in the smirk Osiris gives me. He can tell that I’ve done this before.

I grab the phone and take it with me as I climb on the table with the body, tucking my feet in between his arms and his torso so that when I squat down, my slit is aligned with his mouth. I squeeze his body between my legs to help maintain balance as I reach between my legs and pull his chin down. My other hand angles the phone, giving Osiris the perfect view of my tender pussy hovering over this bastard's mouth. I begin to push.

As soon as he sees that I'm pushing, I hear him groan. The moans increase as urine trickles out of my tiny hole. I muster up all the courage in the world and give one big, hard push. The abrupt force releases a heavy stream of slightly yellowed liquid from my body and into his dead face. A small fart escapes my ass and I can't help but giggle, knowing it has to have filled his nostrils. The sound my ass makes is followed by an even louder moan from the phone. Part of me feels like O might want this same treatment, minus the castration.

I finish relieving my bladder just as his mouth begins to overflow. I hop down and smile into the phone. "How was that, Daddy?" I smirk.

"First off. You are doing that to me next, all of it. And I do mean ALL of what you just did on his face.” He growls with such need it makes my pussy clench. His next words come out on a moan. “Mmm, and you are so sick it makes my cock ache, my Little Corpse Queen. But you're not done, because I'm not done. I want you to fuck yourself with your own fingers. He doesn’t deserve to be inside you, ever. Nobody does. Nobody but me. Do you hear me, baby? Living or dead, I don't want another man inside you unless it also involves me." The ownership he just took of me makes my knees almost give out. "Now climb up onto his chest, dip your fingers in your piss, and fuck yourself until we cum together." His final instruction.

"Yes, sir," I say as I grab the sheet that is used to cover the body. I do not want my bare skin touching this man, and I KNOW Osiris feels the same. I lay the sheet across his chest before climbing back up and sitting down. My weight on his chest forces the remaining air from his lungs, causing him to gargle my piss. I giggle again, the smile getting more evil by the second. I hold the phone so the masturbation material Osisris is using to get off right now is in plain view.

I pull my gloves off before I slide two fingers down my pussy, and for the first time tonight, I’m able to fully feel just how drenched this horror show has made me. The warm sticky fluid coats my bare skin as I spread it around my cunt, making sure to lather my clit up slow and firm. My orgasm is already biting its way out. I remember part of O's instructions: to dip my fingers in my piss. I glance into his open mouth and see my pee now mixing with purge inside. I slide my wet two fingers into the multi-colored pool and pull them out with the same grace before returning them to my pussy. The mixture is hot to the touch, and it sets my clit on fire. My eyes shoot back to the phone where I see a gorgeous man furiously fucking his cock with his fist. Pumping up and down, gliding so easily from all of his pre- cum.

"That's it. Cum for me, my Little Corpse Queen. Cum all over his dead fucking body so I can shoot my load for you!" he growls at me. So eager and demanding. His ferocity sends me spiraling over the edge, and my pussy clenches tight as I orgasm. Juices pour out of my entrance and darken the white sheet under me. His hand pumps rapidly before he lets out the most guttural growl. Simultaneously, he erupts the prettiest white ropes of cum I’ve ever seen. My orgasm shakes my entire body again, lasting longer than any I’d ever given myself before. "Such. A good. Fucking. Girl," he says in between labored breaths.

I smile as much as I can in between trying to find oxygen. This is something I never even dreamed would happen. The sick and twisted fantasies that have carved themselves into my brain could never have imagined this. Sharing this moment with someone. Finding someone to share this with. Someone as fucked up as me. What is this? Is it... love?