Eternity of Horror

15. Osiris

Chapter 15

Osiris

T he door closes behind the last group of the evening; the only one that really matters to me. My Lilith and her worthless friends. "This... is who I am," I whisper to Lilith as I linger in the back of the group, moving everyone forward into the first room. A yellowish pin light and the glow from a static TV illuminate the living room scene. There is a male corpse on the couch, a woman strung up by her wrists against the wall, and a happy little baby doll in a high chair facing the TV. The room has been thoroughly distressed with torn wallpaper, blood-soaked and tattered couch cushions, broken household items scattered on the floor, and just filth everywhere. The rancid smell that assaults everyone's nostrils emanates from the dead and dying bodies in the room .

The man on the couch is holding his own eyes and has a carved smile that extends from the corners of his mouth up next to his empty sockets. The small pocket knife I used to draw the smile is still embedded in his skull at the top of the bloody grin. His decomposing flesh strongly contrasts the dark purple veins webbing across his body.

"Jesus, what the fuck is that smell?? Fuck…" Jamie chokes out with a gag as she continues at a slow but steady pace.

"It's just a scent you can buy and put on stuff to make it smell gross. I saw it in a documentary once. It smells but it doesn't even smell like a dead body," Rob scoffs and keeps walking.

"Like you can smell anything but the booze on your breath," Jamie bites back.

"What do you know about dead bodies anyway?" Lilith chimes in from the back, but nobody looks or responds to her. She rolls her eyes and looks at me. There's a hint of pain swirling around them despite her constant admission that she doesn't care and they aren't real friends. I can feel the anger in my belly growing, but still, I smile, knowing they won't hurt her for long.

The path takes us around the back of the couch and in front of the woman hanging on the wall. Like my good little actress, she comes to life and lunges at the middle of the group as they walk by. The first of many screams rip out of almost everyone's throats at the sudden movement. All but Lilith. She doesn't scream, or startle. I watch her eyes examine the woman on the wall. Her body is severely dehydrated and malnourished. I fed and watered her barely enough to keep her alive until tonight so that she would be so desperate for help, or for death, that she would perform for me just the way I wanted her to. Her skin is so thin that it is splitting apart at the wrists where rope has them bound together. The scratchy, almost unintelligible cries for help fall from her cracked lips.

"Ha! See, it's just an animatronic. It doesn't even look real. I've seen better props at the Halloween store," Rob mouths off again.

"You're right, you're right. Let me just unplug her," I growl as I place one hand along the front of her jaw and snake the other behind her head, twisting hard and fast with a loud snap. Her head lolls forward from the weight that her broken neck can no longer uphold.

"Heh.. yeah... see... you can't even just snap a person's neck like that." His confidence begins to fade in his voice as he looks into my eyes. I don't blink. I don't move. I just breathe with a bloody smile as I watch him lead the way for the rest of the group. Lilith glances back at me as they move past her with a look in her eye that makes me think she's figuring this all out.

As they enter a small dark hallway that leads to the next room, I slip through a secret door that gets me into the scene before they do. The confusion on their faces gives me a tickle as they look behind them and then back at me. A single white light shines on us as I stand, peering out from behind a naked man stretched out on a Saint Andrew’s cross of my own design. The bottom half is bolted down to the floor, while the top half is connected to gears and a crank that can extend it upward about two feet. I think of it like a jack you'd use to lift a car up when changing a tire. The victim has straps around his head, wrists, chest, thighs, and ankles. If it wasn't for his shallow, ragged breaths, I would have thought he was already dead. I may have forgotten a feeding or two between getting the rest of the haunt built and fucking the living hell out of my Little Corpse Queen. It's been months since he has been able to move, and all of his muscles are atrophied. The slightest movement will no doubt send excruciating pain throughout his entire body. I can tell by his withering face that he has absolutely given up any fight for survival at this point. My cock gets hard just thinking about his desperation for the end, but it's not time for that kind of fun yet.

"Peek-a-boo!" I yell as I get behind the cross, stealing their attention and forcing them to focus on it. I grab the handle to a crank and begin turning. The sound of metal clicking along the teeth of the extender bar echoes through the room as I turn and turn, causing just the top half of the cross to begin lifting up. Bones start popping and cracking as they’re stretched beyond their limits. The thin, tender flesh of his abdomen begins to pull taut, defining every rib in his chest. Crank. Crank. Crank. His flesh starts to split around his belly button and my excitement only grows with the sound of blood projecting from his mouth onto the floor. I can hear gasps on the other side of my little magic trick as I crank faster. A loud pop indicates the separation of his spinal cord, followed by the quick tearing of the flesh straight across his abdomen. I let go of the crank, the teeth of the extender bar holding its position. With pure joy slathered across my face, I punch both hands through the remaining flesh of his back, fully separating him into two halves. Leaning forward, I emerge through the waterfall of blood and guts spilling from his chest with a loud, "I SEE YOU!"

I smile, his insides pouring down my face as I hold my hands out and smile, taking deep, heavy breaths as I wait for their reaction. I’m met with silence. "...TA-DAAAA..." I add, extending my hands again like a magician finishing a trick.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Alex says as Jamie throws her face into their chest. Scarlett isn't looking at me, but instead looking at the floor with one hand on her stomach and the other cupping her mouth. My eyes search the group until they land on Lilith. She's standing in the back with one arm around her stomach and the other hand snaking around the back of her neck, biting her lip as she looks at me. She smiles as the group moves on into the next hallway. My queen likes my magic trick, and that's all that really matters.

I jump through another door and am standing in between two tables by the time they arrive. Each table has a new living prop in my horror show - a handsome young man to my right and a dashing young lady to my left. Both are tied down to a wooden table that will become their deathbed before long. I smile again as the group files in.

"So are you the only asshole that works here?" Rob blurts out when he sees me and scoffs.

"Dude shut the fuck up. Did you just see what happened back there?" Scarlett shoves her fist into his side and grumbles into his ear.

"Yeah, it's fake just like the rest of this bullshit," he says and shoves her back.

"I don't know, I’m starting to think it's not…” Alex interjects.

“I think we really should get the fuck out of he.." Scarlett's thought gets cut off.

"Right this way, step right up, don't be shy. My pretty little friends here won't bite," I snarl out in my character's voice. "Show of hands, who here loves dead bodies?" I frantically raise my hand and wave it side to side, the blood from the previous victim flicking off like a wet dog shaking its fur. Lilith giggles in the back of the group and raises her hand. The others just stutter and stare. "Perfect! Well, today is your lucky day, my pets, because there's plenty more death to die!"

The man to my right begins to struggle and fight against his restraints. These two are in much better health than the previous bodies we've come across so far. They are by far some of the freshest. His wrists and ankles have been cuffed and secured to the wooden table beneath him. I boop him on the nose before walking up to Scarlett. "Let's play a game. Rock, Paper, Scissors. The winner decides how this strapping young lad meets his maker," I grind the words out of my mouth.

"What... I... No. No thanks. I don't want to play. This is kinda fuckin’..." Scarlett tries to deny my proposition, but I cut her off.

"Nonsense! I insist! You must play! You... You aren't gonna just stand there and watch me play with myself are you?" I giggle.

"I... please... no..." The fear in Scarlett's voice triggers some of the others to hide behind her. Rob steps up in between us.

"I'll play your stupid fuckin’ game," he barks. My eyes shift from Scarlett to his, my toothy grin still on full display.

"I didn't ask you to play. Maybe next round," I say as I grab him and shove him forcefully to the side, his feet tripping over a tree root in the ground, causing him to fall on his ass. I giggle and return my attention back to Scarlett.

"Ready?" I flatten my left hand and ball my right in a fist, ready to play.

"You motherfucker. You're going to regret doing that!" Rob yells from the ground as he starts to get up.

"Hold that thought," I whisper to Scarlett with a wink. Within an instant, I slam Rob back down onto the ground and pull out the knife that was sheathed behind me.

"What... what the fuck are you gonna do with that, huh bitch?" Rob spits at me, still trying to be the tough guy .

"Well, that's up to you." I smile. "If you don't cooperate and wait until you're called on like a good... Widdle... Boy..." I say in a mocking tone, emphasizing each word as I boop his nose with the tip of the knife. I lean in real close and drop my voice. "...I'll peel your skin like a fucking potato and make you watch me jack off with every strip of your warm flesh until I give you permission to fucking die." Leaning in closer, I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Got it?!" I switch back to my character's voice.

I jump back up and clown walk back over to Scarlett with my big bloody grin. Lilith is cupping her mouth, doing her best to stifle the giggles. I love how much she's enjoying this.

"Where were we... AHH YES. You were about to play with me so I didn't have to play with myself." My hands go back into the game's starting position. Scarlett doesn't move. "Whether you play or not, the outcome is still your fault." I lay the guilt on her in hopes that she’ll participate, but she folds her arms over her chest and turns her head. The dim light in the room is enough to highlight the gloss forming in her eyes. I am breaking her and fuck does that make me horny.

"Rock.." I swing my fist down and tap my open palm. "Paper..." I bring it down again, each time slow and easy. "Scissors...." I swing a third time and get ready to reveal my weapon of choice. "..Shoot," I whisper, roughly slamming my fist into my hand with two fingers extended. " Oh ... Scissors it is." My voice drops to a more ominous tone.

"Wait... No!" Scarlett turns back to me. "Please... just... let's just keep going. I... I really want to see the rest of the haunt. It's just... it's so scary."

I freeze. A pleading look washes over my face. "You... really think my haunt is scary?"

"Yes! Yes... it is so scary. I’m just... I'm dying to see the rest of it, please just, let's go," she begs. A single tear escapes her eyelid and swims down her cheek.

"I have something really fun to show you after this... maybe we should..." I say as I turn my back to her. I hear her sigh of relief, thinking she got through to me. I look down and watch the front of my pants dampen as I pee a little with how excited I am. Without her seeing, I pull a pair of shears from the oversized pockets of my clown pants. "AS SOON AS WE FINISH THE GAME HAHA!" I scream.

By the time Scarlett lets out a scream, I am on top of the man hacking and stabbing into his flesh. Maniacal laughter spills from me as I plunge the steel blades into his face and neck. Blood begins spurting from all the new puncture wounds I’m gifting him. As I shimmy down his body, the adrenaline of having an audience spins me further down the rabbit hole of insanity. I open the shears as I slam them into his gut and close them while still inside. Snipping and cutting everything that ends up between the blades when they enter him.

My chest heaves as I lean back and admire a job well done. Looking up at Scarlett, I smile again. "Good choice, sugar tits. But we got one more to go before moving on." I smile and look at the woman on the other table. "But don't worry. It's not real... right?" I smirk looking at Rob as he’s just now getting up off the floor. "Let's see, who's next to play... how about…" I tap my chin with my index finger as I look around. When my eyes find Lilith, she is practically vibrating with excitement, hoping for sure that I pick her. Why not, my Little Corpse Queen? "You... Lilith."

The group parts as I walk toward her, and she takes a few steps to meet me. "Lilith, please... what the fuck are you doing?" Jamie says through tears. I am genuinely surprised she hasn't passed out by now.

"It's all fake, remember?" Lilith says with sass, looking her in the eyes before turning to face me with a smirk. She knows god damn well that nothing about this is fake.

"Are you ready?" I ask, getting my hands in position. She copies my stance and nods. Together, we say, "Rock... Paper... Scissors... Shoot.” My hand comes down with scissors, but Lilith comes down with rock. " Oh , rock wins," I growl as I take her hand and walk her over to the table. On the floor is a rock that’s smooth, flat, and about the size of a five-subject notebook. I pick it up and hold it out to Lilith. "Would you like to do the honors?"

Lilith bites her lip as she thinks for a moment, looking at the girl crying on the table and back at me. The pleading of the group behind her is drowned out as I stare into her soul, watching it change before my very eyes. Watching it die and become disgusting and blackened, just like mine.

She takes the rock and stands at the head of the table looking down at her first victim as the new her. With no hesitation, she lifts the rock up over her head. No doubt the years of hauling dead bodies has made her a lot stronger than she looks. She finds me one last time with her eyes, catching me palming my cock over my pants as I watch her crossing the point of no return. With the scream of a warrior, she swings the rock down, and the sound of cartilage breaking and bones cracking bounces around the room. The girl on the table immediately starts convulsing, her eyes rolling back in her head at slightly different angles. Lilith smiles and swipes her top lip with her tongue before raising the rock up again and bringing it down with the same force as the first time. A squelching sound gurgles in the woman's throat, and when she pulls the rock back, we can see that most of her front teeth have been smashed into the back of her throat. She starts choking on them as Lilith holds the rock over her head again, and I just can't control myself. I walk over and stand behind her, my hardened cock now pressing against her ass. She whimpers and lets her head fall back against my chest.

"Again..." I tell her. She brings the rock down hard. "Again..." She lifts the rock and swings it down. "Again..." Lilith starts to take deep, heavy breaths, pulling the rock back and slamming it down again. "Again..." She is getting wild now, peeling the rock off the rapidly deteriorating face of her victim over and over, no longer needing my command, until there's not a single piece of her face that's recognizable. Just a sloppy mess of bone, blood, and brains .

I slide my arm under hers, snaking my hand up between her breasts, and force her back against my chest. "I can only imagine how wet that little cunt is right now, and trust me, it's going to get used tonight. But not yet. You just soak those panties for me, and I'll let you know when you're allowed to cum." I growl softly in her ear. That message is for her and only her.

"Excellent. Are we ready to move on?" I cheer, letting Lilith go and stepping around her to go to the front of the group. "Right this way!" I say, pushing open a hidden door and holding it open for them to follow. "Now," I demand with a tone not as happy-go-lucky as my clown voice.

They all file into the room, cautious and weary, almost as if they are walking towards their deaths. Lilith trails behind and I take her hand, squeezing it as she squeezes back. She leans in. "Two things. You are more than welcome to use my friends in one of your sets, and two, your big fucking cock needs to be inside me immediately or I might cum just from walking," she whispers.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty head off, I have a plan for those fucks. And like I said, you will cum when I say you can. I know what your cum smells like, so I’ll know if you lie to me. And Lilith, you don't want to lie to me," I growl back at her, reaching my hand between her legs and swirling my fingers around her clit over her jeans. I can feel her dampness seeping through, and it makes me want to violently fuck her on the spot. But not yet. Soon.

As we all enter the room, I stand Lilith in front of a door as I announce, "Well, Ladies and Germs, boys and ghouls, we have reached the end."

"Good, get us the fuck out of here. Which door leads out? There's more than one here, and they all say exit," Scarlett blurts out. I glare at her.

"The way out is easy. All you have to do is pick a door and go inside. Once you're in there, you all just count to three and turn the knob on the other side at the same time and TA-DAAA." I smile, and blood-colored saliva drips out from between my teeth and off my lip.

"I don't like your fucking ta-da's... I don't trust you," Rob says as he examines the door he's standing in front of.

"Well, you can choose to stay in this room if you like; I'm sure I can figure out a way to haul you out of here... piece by piece," I grit.

"Rob just shut the fuck up and go in the room. Everyone, let's just do this and get the fuck out of here," Scarlett says, looking around at everyone and then back at me, just smiling in the dark.

"This is fucked," Alex chimes in as they place the door handle in their palm. They all take a deep breath and enter the doors.

I look over at Lilith and raise an eyebrow, smirking as I walk behind her through the door I placed her in front of. The cool night air whips us both across the face as we find ourselves outside. The wilderness is alive with the sounds of nature. It's kind of beautiful how blissfully ignorant they are of the horrors happening within their own kingdom. I doubt they'd care even if they did .

The silence is broken by the sounds of doors locking. The others are now trapped in confined, pitch-black spaces. They pound on the walls, screaming to be let out, begging for their lives as I walk over to the other side of their enclosures. Each one has a black curtain hung to hide the fact that there's no way out at all. One by one I pull the curtains, revealing the plexiglass boxes they are now trapped inside. First Rob, then Jamie, Alex, and finally Scarlett. I reach down and grab two wires, plugging one into the other, and turning on the lights shining into each box.

The realization that they are not going to survive the night hits them like a ton of bricks. It's fascinating to watch all the different reactions to the same epiphany. Rage, pleading, laughter, and crying. It's simply amazing, and it turns me the fuck on.

I walk over to Lilith and wrap my arms around her waist as she snakes a hand up my face and to the back of my head, pulling me into her neck as I pull her back against my crotch. As soon as my tongue touches her skin, my cock starts growing against her. "I know you said you've never crossed that line, cumming while watching people get killed. Tonight. You're crossing that line with me. Now take your fucking pants off," I growl into her ear.

Front and center of the show is a tattered old reclining chair. It's the best I could do with a budget of free. On the arm of the chair are four buttons, each wired to a specific tomb that houses her former friends. I pick up the first one connected to Rob’s and hand it to Lilith.

"Take this and sit. I’m going to get on my knees and eat your wet little pussy while you watch him die. But you are NOT... look at me." I turn her face from Rob’s to mine. "You are NOT to cum yet. You fight it with everything you have, even if it means hurting me to make me stop. Do not cum." The seriousness in my eyes makes her swallow hard and fall back in the chair.

I drop to my knees and grab her hips, sliding her forward so she can lean back and let her legs naturally open for me. The air that was once filled with the smell of nature is now filled with the sweet smell of her cunt. I lick my lips like a wild animal, nodding to her to press the button and begin lapping up her pussy.

Lilith moans, knowing she doesn't need to be quiet all the way out here considering all the screams of death that happened tonight. I hear the click of the button and begin swirling my tongue around her pussy harder. She is sopping wet, and I can tell by the way she's contracting that she’s already close. Not yet, princess. Not yet.

I glance up and see her heavy lidded eyes watching Rob as his enclosure starts filling with water. My tongue dragging up and down the length of her pussy as the water rises higher and higher. His screams turn to gargles as he chokes on the liquid. Her eyes stay hyper-focused as she watches the last bubble of air burst from his chest and his body go limp. As soon as I stop hearing him splashing around, her hands slam down onto my face and head, prying my mouth from her cunt as her whole body shakes. "Fuck... fuck... fuck that was close... I... Holy fucking shit... that was..." She struggles to form coherent thoughts.

"There are still three more to go, princess." I smile, handing her the next button before standing her up from the chair and taking her place. I pull her down into my lap and spread her legs. "Press the next button while I finger fuck you and do not fucking cum, yet," I growl.

I suck all the filth off my middle and ring fingers thoroughly before I spit the vile concoction onto the ground and slip my hand between her thighs. My middle finger enters her as she clicks the button and settles into my lap for the show.

A slot opens at the top of Jamie's soon to be coffin. She looks up and is no doubt trying to figure out if she can get herself up and out through it. Before she has time to come up with a plan, a massive hive of wasps is rolled in with her. As it hits the ground and cracks open on impact, she throws herself to the floor, attempting to shield herself from them. Lilith bites her lip as my finger swirls around inside her silky smooth walls, watching as Jamie is stung over and over. Her screams are filled with pure agony as thousands of these angry insects stab her over and over with their razor-sharp stingers. The more she fights and tries to kill them, the more aggressive they become. I slip a second finger inside Lilith’s pussy just as Jamie opens her mouth to scream again, but instead of sound coming out, a flood of wasps fill the open space and continue their assault. My fingers pump harder into Lilith’s cunt as we watch her face, tongue, and throat start to swell. She drops to her knees as her mouth hangs open, the pests continuing their infestation of her dying body. Just as she slumps to the ground, Lilith groans out and pries my fingers from between her legs. Her juices visibly drip off them as I hold them up in the air. Light wisps of steam come off of each finger as the heat generated from her pussy meets the cold night air.

"That was close," I tease as I begin to remove my pants, my cock springing out with pre-cum coating the tip. Lilith's eyes widen as I stand her up and bend her over the arm of the chair.

"Osiris... I... fuck, I don't know if I can hold out if it's your cock in me... I swear I think I'll cum as soon as you put it in..." She panics, but still bends to my will.

"Oh no... You'll be a good fucking girl for me. You're not going to cum when I put this big dick in your pussy. You won't cum when I start sliding it in and out as another one of your friends dies. No no no. You're going to be my best fucking girl and fight it with everything you got. Because after this one, my cock is filling your ass. Then, and only then, are you going to be allowed to cum." I lean down, wrapping my fist in her hair and forcing her head to turn so my lips can press to her ear. "And you're going to cum over, and over, and over again. Do you understand me?" I wait for her to nod before letting her hair go. She winces at the pain as I line myself up. I refuse to let her know this, but I too need to fight my orgasm with all my might. This girl makes me cum harder than anyone ever has, but mixing this with my sweet masterpiece of murder... fuck. "Press the next button. "

I use my hands to spread her, her pussy opening to welcome my length. Lilith quickly presses the button, then tosses it before putting the meat of her palm in her mouth and biting down. She groans loudly as my entire cock is buried deep inside her, the sound a mix of both pleasure and pain. I glance around and see thin trails of blood dripping down her hand. I moan loudly as I retract my hips and thrust back into her, knowing she's hurting herself just so she can be a good girl and obey. Fuck. I have never met anyone more perfect.

A whirring sound grabs our attention, and we watch as the floor under Alex’s feet begins to turn an orangey red. The massive heating element starts to quickly rise in temperature, almost immediately causing visible discomfort. They start stripping off their clothes, sweating and begging to be let out. Watching as my cock pumps in and out of Lilith, they know full well that there is no escape. The begging quickly turns into a look of defiance. The heat is getting so strong we can feel it where we are fucking. The smell of them slowly cooking mixes with all the other fragrances in the night air.

I dig my fingers into Lilith’s hips and fuck her harder. Her bloody hand swinging back to grab my wrist as she cries out in the most exquisite pleasure. The head of my cock bottoms out inside her body as Alex continues to deny us the pleasure of their screams. The pleasure of their panic. Their flesh starts to blister, and as soon as one pops both of their hands slam over their mouth. Still trying to fight it. I have to slow my pace because their disobedience is making me want to cum even more .

The heat intensifies as they drop to their knees. The inconceivable agony of being cooked alive finally gets the best of them. As they pull their hands from their face, we see that the heat has already started melting them together, peeling their lips and dripping like hot cheese falling off of a pizza. A flickering scream can be heard as the boiling temperatures sever the vocal cords in their throat. I thrust in hard and deep and hold there, unable to move because if I do, I know we’ll both cum. Alex falls into a puddle of their own flesh and innards, bubbling and boiling on the floor.

"Fuck. Finally..." Lilith whimpers. "I can't hold out anymore, O... please.. make me cum with your dick in my ass. Make me cum while Scarlett dies," she pleads.

"Hit the last button, my Little Corpse Queen, and be mine forever," I demand as I pull myself from her cunt and wipe her juices onto her ass. "Here, sit in my lap and ride me backward. Let me hold you while I fill your ass, and we can watch her die together," I say as I sit back on the dirty chair.

Lilith spits in her hand and coats her asshole as she climbs on, allowing me to spread her cheeks and guide her onto my pulsating cock. The tip stretches her hole so tight she whines but lets gravity help pull her all the way down, her tight ring feeling every vein as I enter her.

She picks up the last button, and I hold her hand, placing my thumb over hers as we press it together. I take her hips and start grinding her back and forth as she rises and falls. I can feel her cunt dripping down and onto my balls with pure excitement .

"Ok, Lilith," I moan into her ear. "You've been such a good girl for me. You're allowed to cum now. Do you hear me? Cum for me, Lilith. Let Scarlett see before she dies. Let her see that her death is what makes you squirt all over the fucking forest," I moan, still fighting my orgasm. "Show her that she's the one that doesn't matter. That you're now a fucking queen. My... mmm, Corpse Queen."

She cries out a scream that is filled with years of anger, hatred, pain, and because my cock is still pumping in and out of her ass, pleasure. I feel her hand slip down to her clit as she furiously massages it. "Fuck me O. Fuck me hard and make it fucking hurt. Hurt me, please. Hurt me as I cum." She sobs. I do as I'm told.

I lift her by her hips and start delivering punishing thrusts up into her ass. Fucking it harder than I was fucking her pussy as she works her clit with the same vigor. She wails as we watch Scarlett, tears pouring down her face. Clanking sounds add to the symphony we are creating with our bodies in the middle of the woods. Two of the walls begin closing in on Scarlett, moving slow but steady. Lilith screams as I feel her clench around my dick, squirt shooting out of her cunt as she cums for the first time tonight.

"Yes, babygirl. Fucking give it to me. Don't you dare stop," I growl as I continue hammering her asshole.

Lilith is not in a place to form words anymore. Her nails dig into my arms so deep they all have found their place within my flesh. I continue fucking as Scarlett presses her arms out, fighting against the walls until one of her elbows pops and her arm bends in the opposite direction.

Lilith cums again.

Scarlett presses her back to one wall and her legs on the other, using all her might to slow her impending doom. She manages to stall the walls for a moment, but her legs straighten, causing both kneecaps to burst out the back of her legs, folding them up the wrong way, just like her arm.

Lilith cums again.

Scarlett contorts her body until her face is pressed against the plexiglass, crying and begging to stop. Tears and vomit evacuating her face from the unbearable pain. The walls gather her lifeless legs and crush them into her body.

Lilith cums again.

I hammer my cock up into her ass and growl out, "Fuck.. I'm gonna cum too. Mmm, give me one more princess, one fucking more while I breed your ass. While this fucking cunt gets what she deserves."

Lilith screams louder than before, her fingers practically punching herself in the pussy as I fuck as hard as I can from beneath her. The walls continue to close, her collar bones shatter and rip through her skin. The walls finally meet the sides of her head as they work diligently to finish the job. Her eyes never leave us until the moment her head practically explodes from the pressure. With a loud pop, what used to be her head is now a bloody mess all over the plexi. Lilith and I cum together for the last time tonight .

I let go of her hips and as she pulls her fingernails out of my flesh, I hold her. My arms wrap around her tightly as my cock slowly softens inside her, leaving it in as long as I can. This was the best season to date. For the first time in... I don't even know how long I can feel another person’s pure happiness. I feel like I could actually belong to someone and that I have worth. I feel her... love.