A 31 year old woman who has a sinister appetite for the dead
Katherine lived in a basement flat with her dog Biscuit. Biscuit always followed her evervwhere she went. She just finished a days work at her studio working as a massage therapist and yoga instructor, coming home her dog is at the door looking up at her.
“Hey cutie mommy missed you so much.” she says walking towards him as Biscuit notices the high heels on her feet.
Katherine quickly strips naked in front of Biscuit while he watches observing everything from head to toe. “Like what you see, puppy?” She liftes one leg, placing the pointed heel on the coffee table next to the pale stiffening arm of a dead teenage boy sprawled across the sofa cushions. The corpses mouth hung open, flies beginning to gather at the corners.
“Mommy’s feet get so sore in these things though.” She pouted. “Think you can help me feel better?” Katherine removes her heels and drops them to the side. Biscuit now practically drooling as his owner wiggles her toes arches flexing dark red polish gleamed on her toe nails.
“Come here then.” She sat on the armrest of the sofa, right next to the dead boys shoulder. His glassy eyes stared at nothing. “Show Mommy how good you are.” she commands the little terrier.
Biscuit sat down near her feet tongue lolling out of his mouth he began licking her toes and the soles of her feet with such eagerness and loyalty. The wet drag of his tongue traced up her instep, flattening against the arch. Katherine exhaled through her nose, toes curling reflexively as saliva pooled between them.
“Mmm, that’s it.” She leaned back on one palm, the dead boy’s shoulder pressing into her hip. His skin had cooled hours ago. Her free hand drifted down to rest on the dogs head, fingers threading through his hair without pulling. “Get between them, puppy. Clean Mommy properly.”
Biscuit shifted his attention to Katherines other foot, his rough tongue licking at her heel in short enthusiastic bursts.
Two good boys. Her thighs parted slightly, the overhead light catching the moisture gathering there. The basement smelled of rot, sweat, and something metallic. “Don’t stop.”
she grabs the dogs head and shoves the foot in his mouth as he coughes and spilt saliva on her foot.
Her fingers clamped down, knuckles white against biscuits scalp. The ball of her foot shoved past his teeth, toes jamming against the roof of his mouth. Wet gagging sounds filled the space between the concrete walls. Saliva dripped down Biscuits chin, spattering across her arch and pooling at her ankle.
He’s choking on it. Katherine held firm, watching Biscuits eyes water. The dead boy beside her hadn’t moved—rigor mortis kept his arm frozen at that awkward angle.
“That’s right, take it.” Her voice stayed level. “Breathe through your nose.”
Biscuit whined once, pawing at her calf. She glanced down at the terrier, then back at Biscuit. Spit ran in thin streams down her shin now, dripping onto the stained carpet.
“You’re making such a mess, puppy.”
she moves over to the corpse and whispers something in his ear then proceeds to sucking the dead boys cock with her ass high in the air Biscuit could see her butt hole flex the dog joins in and starts tonguing her butthole.
“You were such a pretty thing.” Katherine’s whisper ghosted against the corpse’s ear, barely audible over the wet sounds that followed. She lowered herself, mouth engulfing the flaccid length of the dead eighteen year old. Her tongue worked methodically, coaxing a mechanical response from cooling flesh. Saliva dripped onto the sofa cushions.
Still warm enough. Her ass lifted higher, cheeks spreading as she adjusted her angle. The puckered ring of muscle contracted once, twice—visible tremors running through the surrounding tissue. Flies buzzed near the boy’s vacant face.
The first press of Biscuits tongue made her pause mid-stroke. She didn’t pull away from the corpse’s groin, just held still whilst Biscuit traced the wrinkled skin with broad, wet laps. Her hips pushed back slightly.
“Mmph.” The sound vibrated around dead flesh. Her fingers gripped the boy’s dick tighter.
Katherine climaxes and kicks biscuit to the side, the dog hits the coffee table and rolls on to the floor, she pulls the dead boys cock out of her mouth.
Pop! the sound from her mouth echoed the room.
“Out of the way.” Katherine stood, legs still trembling slightly. Moisture glistened on her thighs. She stepped over the dog without looking down, heading towards the narrow hallway. “Need to shit.”
The dog follows her into the bathroom in there a severed head of a man hung, dildo still protruding from its mouth at an obscene angle.
Katherine sat with thighs spread wide over the yellowed toilet seat, forearms resting on her knees. Several wet plops echoed against porcelain. She glanced down, meeting the dogs gaze with flat eyes.
“Well?” She tilted her head. “You gonna watch Mommy shit or you gonna wipe my arse with that fucking tongue of yours?”
Biscuit nosed at the bathroom doorframe, whining softly. The dildo-faced head in the shower dripped steadily—plink, plink—into the grimy tiled floor. Flies circled the light fixture.
He’s just staring. Katherine shifted slightly, the toilet creaking. Her hand reached for the roll of tissue hanging crooked on the wall, then paused. She let her arm drop.
“Decide quick, puppy. I’m not sitting here all day.” Katherine grabs the roll next to her as Biscuit walks towards the door.
“Look at you.” Katherine tore off three squares of tissue, wiping front to back with rough efficiency. The paper came away streaked. “Wish I’d never given birth to you. Should’ve shoved you back up my cunt when I had the chance.”
She stood, flushing the toilet. Water swirled brown. The dildo-headed man in the shower continued its steady drip behind her. She turned, brushing past Biscuit on her way out of the bathroom.
Worthless. She thought to herself.
Biscuit followed at her heels immediately, tongue lolling. Katherine stopped at the kitchen doorway, fingers drumming against the frame. The dismembered torso on the counter had started to smell properly now—sweet rot mixing with old copper.
“Get in here.” She didn’t look back. “Need to decide what to do with that one.”
katherine gets on top of the dismembered corpse and starts fucking it with violent thrusts, Biscuit watches as her toes curl. Katherine saying vulgar remarks to the limbless corpse.
The kitchen tiles felt gritty beneath her palms as Katherine straddled and fucked the limbless torso on the counter. Her hips pistoned downward, flesh slapping against the grey-blue mass. The corpse’s severed neck lolled with each impact, jaw hanging slack.
Her toes curled against the edge of the counter, dark polish catching the fluorescent light. The torso shifted slightly, back pressing into the laminate surface. Wetness pooled where their bodies met, dripping onto the floor in thick drops.
Biscuit cries out for his owner.
“What’s wrong, puppy?” Katherine threw her head back, laughing—a harsh, breathless sound. “Scared of Mommy’s new toy?” She slammed down harder, the counter groaning. “This nugget fucks better than you ever could. Doesn’t whine. Doesn’t cry.”
Biscuit sniffed at the pooling liquid on the floor, tail wagging once before he looked up at her expectantly.
Katherine had sex with her dog a number of times before she chose dead bodies even now she molests him and abuses him in the most cruel ways.
Katherine’s eyes narrowed, lips pulling back from her teeth. “That was before I realised what I really wanted.” She stepped closer, fingers reaching to grip Biscuits jaw hard enough to bruise. “Living meat gets boring, puppy. Whines too much. Cries. Makes me feel guilty, where as dead meat stays still and gives me what I fucking want.”
“Those times meant nothing. You were just practice.” she sneers at Biscuit.
“Now I’ve got better toys.” Her hand gestured back towards the kitchen, the limbless torso still slumped on the counter. “They don’t talk back. Don’t need feeding. Don’t expect anything.” She grabbed biscuits hair, yanking his head back. “And they definitely don’t fucking cry when Mommy plays rough.”
“Bedroom. Now.” She released him, turning on her heel. “Dead boy in there needs moving before he stinks the whole place out.”
Biscuit and Katherine both go into the bedroom where a headless corpse of a man lays.
Still warm. Her fingers trailed down the torso’s chest, stopping at the ragged neck stump where maggots squirmed in exposed tissue. The smell of rot mixed with sex hung thick in the stale air.
“Bet you wish you were dead like him.” She jerked her chin towards the body. “At least then you wouldn’t have to feel it.”
Biscuit whined from the doorway, pawing at the frame, she stepped towards the headless corpse slumped against the wall.
“This one’s better anyway.” She straddled the corpse’s lap, settling her weight onto cold thighs. “Doesn’t whine like you, Biscuit.”
The terrier whined from his corner.
“Shut up.” Katherine’s hands gripped the corpse’s shoulders, hips beginning to rock. “Or I’ll make you watch closer next time.”
katherine fucks the corpse brutally as its huge cock stretches her butthole wide, its huge cock goes deep in her A spot hitting a nerve making her need to shit.
The headless corpse’s neck stump gaped wide as Katherine squatted over it,. The first wet plop echoed in the bedroom a thick long shit dropped into the severed neck of the dead man. She braced one hand against the wall, laughing as another shit dropped into the severed neck.
Pop, Pop her tight ass echoed the room.
“Perfect fit.” She wiped between her cheeks using the box of tissues near by, “Better than any toilet I’ve ever had.”
Disgusting. Her own thought surprised her—then amused her further.
“Look at this, puppy.” She gestured at the filled neck hole, grinning over her shoulder. “Your brother’s got a new purpose now. Shit receptacle.” Another laugh. “Should’ve done this ages ago.”
Biscuit whined from his corner.
“Oh shut it.” Katherine stood, stretching. Faeces oozed from the corpse’s stump, dripping onto the mattress. “You’re next if you keep making noise.”
Katherine goes to the bathroom gets a plastic bag for the headless corpse puts him in the bag shoving him into the car to dispose of.
Katherine slammed the boot shut, the headless corpse sealed in black plastic. She climbed into the driver’s seat, still naked, skin sticking to the vinyl. The car reversed out of the basement garage, tyres screeching against concrete. Needs to be far enough. She pulled onto the main road, streetlights casting orange stripes across her bare chest. The plastic bag shifted in the boot with each turn.
Biscuit sat in the passenger seat, panting. His wet nose pressed against the window glass, leaving smudges. Katherine’s hand rested on the gear stick, knuckles white.
The city lights blurred past—late enough that most windows stayed dark. She turned onto a side street, then another, heading towards the industrial district. Warehouses loomed ahead, corrugated metal walls reflecting nothing. Arriving at a hidden area where she disposes of corpses in a huge industrial container where the smell of trash can easily hide the smell of the dead.
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