Page 24 of Formaldehyde

Everything is falling into place as it should be. I’ve been given the perfect opportunity to make Alina my little dead doll. To bring her back to life, to make her better than she ever was before.

To make her perfect once again.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

The legs of the table shake and scrape against the floor as I sink myself further into Alina’s cold cunt. I never planned on fucking her like this, I only came down to the basement to add more body parts to my collection to piece my sister back together again but I couldn’t stop myself.

There was no way I could deny myself of this. I couldn’t deny Alina of this either. I needed to know what she felt like. How cold she would be around my cock and now I know, and it’s fucking perfect. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before and I fear I’ll never be able to stop now. I’m too far gone. I’ve tasted that forbidden fruit and I’ll never be able to give that up.

She’s like a rare jewel, one that I’ll keep in my grasp forever.

Grabbing Alina’s thigh, I wrap it around my waist and keep a hold of her ankle to stop it falling. I’d wrap her other leg around me but, she hasn’t got one. The last time I came to visit her, I got too rough. Too excited and the limb fell off of her with ease.

I’m going to have to make a move on rebuilding her before there’s nothing left, but in the meantime, I’m fulfilling my sick fantasies.

Sweat gathers on my brow and my hair falls over my eyes as I drop my chin to my chest and thrust hard inside my sister. I look down with hooded eyes at my cock disappearing into Alina’s soft and squishy pussy, her hairy lips splay open as I pull my cock out to the tip, then they fold in on themselves as I sink back inside.

The sight sends me into a euphoric frenzy. Sparks bloom across my eyes like fireworks as I fuck her into oblivion. Her tits wobble with every thrust and I release her boney hip from my hand and grab one of the fleshy mounds, squeezing it tightly. I can hear in my head her high pitched moans. It’s like music to my ears, an erotic symphony just playing for me.

Blood pools underneath Alina’s thin skin around her blue-ish nipple and I tug at the hard peak, squeezing it between my finger and thumb.

“Come for me, pretty dead girl.” I moan out through a heavy breath, then I give her tit a swift slap. The flesh bag recoils against the harsh act and the lust that fills my bloodstream, quickly turns to frustration when Alina doesn’t come.

She doesn’t do anything.

She just lies there, dead as a fucking door nail whilst I fuck her.

I grunt again. “Why, why aren’t you fucking saying anything?!”

I’m met with silence, only the sopping wet sounds from her defrosting pussy can be heard. Silence that I just can’t fucking deal with.

Why isn’t she saying anything? Why.. what is happening to me?

Am I finally going insane? Is this the end for me? I can’t seem to think straight, my mind scrambled and grappling for some kind of sanity that I just can’t seem to find.

Maybe I need to fix her, to put her back together and then she’ll be okay. She’ll talk to me then, she’ll love me back, I know she will. That’s what I need to do.

I can fix her.

I can fix her.

I can fix her.

Chanting the mantra in my head with every forceful thrust, I blow my load inside her peeling pussy. Shudders wrack through my body and I grip Alina’s breast in a bruising hold. My nails pierce into the thin, frail skin, and blood instantly wells around the puncture wounds but I don’t stop, I can’t. I fear I’m not myself anymore.

I’m.. fearful of myself.

With force, I dig my fingers into her flesh until the tips disappear into her fatty tissue, all the while my cock is still pulsing inside of her. Coating her decaying walls in thick, creamy cum. Dark blood like rich wine, pools underneath my hand as I dig even deeper inside of her breast.

My little sister is falling apart before my eyes. Her skin has already started to slip away from her bones like a jacket that’s far too big. Patches of flesh are beginning to melt around her beautiful face, and her once stormy eyes are now dried up like prunes. There’s no longer stormy seas inside her irises, instead they’re dull and void of life. A life that I made her end, a life that I took away from her.

Being in cold storage is no longer keeping her preserved. I need to swap out her limbs for fresh ones, give her a new set of eyes and maybe, just maybe, the embalming fluids we have here will plump her back up again.

It has to work. Something has to give because I’m not sure how long I can keep her like this.

With a solid plan in my mind, I slip my cock out of her now drying cunt and tuck myself back into my trousers, then I shove her further up the table and back into the box where I’ve been storing her.

A pretty dead doll in her toy box.