He put his arms under Rebecca's knees and shoulders and lifted her up. She was cold, oh so cold. He carried her up the stairs and through into the main room where a log fire was burning brightly, the logs crackling and sizzling in the hearth. He laid her down on the rug in front of the fire and knelt down besides her.
"So cold my darling, so cold," he murmured.
He took the hem of her nightdress and pulled it up over her calves, then over her waxen thighs exposing her crotch. Her golden pubic hair that had been so luxuriant was now dry and matted.
He continued to raise her nightdress, up over her broad hips and firm breasts until it was bunched up in her arm pits.
He began to rub her arms, her shoulders and her breasts to try and instill some warmth into her body. The heat of the fire gradually did its work and soon he was satisfied that she was as warm as she could be.
Rebecca hadn't said a word or reacted in any way to his efforts at warming her.
y parted her legs and caressed the insides of her thighs. Her skin there was like parchment, and still cold.
He got up off his knees and fetched the old fashioned perfume spray off the shelf. He knelt down again and sprayed the highly perfumed oil it contained onto her pubic hair and the insides of her thighs. He parted her pussy lips and sprayed her labia as deep inside her vaginal passage as he could. Still Rebecca did not respond.
He put the spray aside and pushed two fingers inside her cunt and massaged the oil into her vaginal walls. Finally he discarded his own dressing gown, lay on Rebecca, spread her thighs as wide as he could and plunged his erection into her cunt. His prick slid in easily, thanks to the oil, but her vaginal clasp on his penis was firm and unyielding.
He murmured endearments to her as he worked himself inside her. Rebecca stayed still, unmoving, unresponsive, as he kissed her, squeezed and pummelled her firm breasts.
He pulled her hips off the rug up towards him, in a frenzy, as he thrust in and out approaching his climax. Finally he shuddered, convulsed, and came, deep up her still unresponsive cunt. He stayed inside her until his orgasm had passed, still Rebecca had not reacted at all.
He withdrew stood up and looked down at her. Her sightless eyes seemed to look straight at him. Her mouth gaped with a rictus that could be misinterpreted as a cynical smile.
"Did you enjoy that my love?" he asked. "Shall we be able to do it one final time tomorrow?"
Rebecca stayed silent. He crouched beside her and pulled her nightdress down again to make her decent. He used the hem of the nightie to wipe away his cum that was starting to seep through her cunt lips.
He picked her up and carried her back, unresisting, down the stairs to the cold, cold, cellar. He placed her back on the stone slab, smiled, and kissed her.
She continued to smile back at him with the same perverted smile she had worn when he had throttled the life out of her just a few days ago.
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