"So glad you could make it, my boy! I see you found the place alright. You must have seen our ad!"
The gray and sluggish butler had taken me into main call of the old manor where the wild-eyed man greeted me. I had to hesitate at the sight of him; thick work gloves did not look promising with a long white coat and rubber insulated boots. His thick glasses were a pale blue that hinted at cataracts, but his wild white hair was thick enough to stand up on its own. He was easily past his fifties, which made me wonder just how old my date was going to be. Not to judge, but I hoped I wasn't going in for a woman who was way more experienced than me... as hot as that might be for a while.
"Yea..." I said warily, nodded back towards the door like a small plea to get out now. He quoted the article aloud. "13 Gravesway Avenue. Second giant mansion with lightning rods on the roof. Can't miss it." In hindsight, there were so many warning signs.
"Perfect! You look like the perfect subject..." The man started walking off, about to wave me on when he caught himself. "Of my daughter's attention, of course. Subject of attention. Play on words, my boy!" I wasn't sure if I should worry or smile at his gravely and constantly breathless voice (that somehow still spoke too loud). I followed him against my better sensibilities; I had come in some comfortable slacks and a t-shirt, thinking we wanted something casual. Now I was wondering if by "daughter" he meant I was on a blind date with a drugged drink and a bonesaw.
I can't say I was surprised when he lead me through some double doors and a full blown laboratory was in there. To his credit, he avoided the mad science stereotype at this point. It was all very white and sterile; huge but high-tech computers ran some complex formulas while large vats hummed as they mixed up who knows what. A number of women walked around, all of them identical; golden blonde hair, long legs, short skirts, and pouty lips. I can keep myself in check not to stare at their tits and asses, but it's hard when it's literally everywhere and they're perfectly... cloned.
"Don't worry. They're just the employees," the doctor went on. "I had this assistant once. We parted ways, I gave her a reference to a nice college, and she gave me a few hairs so I could rebuild the work force. Best deal I've ever made! My girl's waiting for you right through here."
"Oh. Cool," I said. I wasn't trying to play it casual, I was just sort of speechless. He took me to another door, punching a code into a keypad before it popped open. There she was... my future wife was strapped to an operating table and propped upright.
Her pale skin stood out first of all; it made her stitches more apparent around the top of her heavy breasts. The nipples were covered up by a thick steel band that went across her chest, but they squashed them up into looking even larger than they were. By themselves they were almost the size of beach balls, enough to make you forgive the stitch marks. She had a mature figure but a young face, the two most likely from different people. Her tanlines abruptly ended on each arm, just above the shoulder. The right one was thick and strong with a tan complexion but the left was darker and more delicate. Both were carefully painted with red fingernails. Another bar went across her hips, holding them in place she suddenly started to thrust when I entered the room. Her hair was thick and black, hanging over her ears and framing her face. There was a blonde ponytail running from somewhere buried in the back of all the brunette, with some streaks of white hair down by her temples. Her blue and green eyes were mismatched in size and color, but they both locked on me as she struggled against her bonds. Sure enough, two inch-long bolts were sticking out of each side of her neck.
"Easy now, Abby," the doctor urged her like she was just an excited puppy rather than a grunting patchwork woman. He frowned and snapped his fingers (hard to do in work gloves!). "Stacy? Stacy? Would you get her a dress. I thought I asked you to make her decent."
"Yes, sir," two of the clones said quickly before trotting off.
"Well she'll be ready in a moment. In the meantime, your date is ready. I hope it serves as some valuable field testing." He pulled out a complex remote control and hit a button. The barring straps popped back off and "Abby" dropped to the ground with a dense thump of her bare feet on the metal flooring.
"Abby? This is George from the ad you asked for. He'll be taking care of you tonight. Isn't that right, George?"
"Uh..." I stammered, staring at the naked, stitched up woman in front of me. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head, with "she looks so hot" somewhere on the forefront. Abby let out a throaty growl as she sized me up like she was thinking of what part to rip off and add to her collection... then she finished clearing her throat. A few sparks came off her neck as she shook her head and smiled at me brightly, a new brightness and alert look in her eyes.
"Oh! Sorry! Good to meet you, George!" She stepped up to me, moving a bit stiffly and lumbering on her long legs and wide hips. The naked monster held out her hand. "I'm Abomination Steinbacher. You can call me Abby."
"Baaaabe? Wake up." I rose up with a yawn, a crackling static coming from the old clock radio. It was muffled whenever Abby was around it due to the interference of her neck bolts, but I keep forgetting to set my cell's alarm. She's worth it. Besides, she picks up on the feedback and lets me know anyway, and my frankenmilf's voice waking me up is much better.
I squeezed her hand and rolled over. I tossed the detached hand back to her and heard her pop it back in place with that satisfying clicking sound. I was used to what parts of her popped off and we played around with it from time to time. She was advanced enough along in whatever mad science my "father"-in-law used that they went right back on with some minimal effort, so she only had to stop by the doctor's lab for maintenance every few months. The freedom was how we had managed to start dating two years ago. She'd moved with me a year ago, and we'd been legally married for the last four months.
Abby rolled over, sleeping naked as always. She had me practically buried in her when I woke up in this mutual pile. The cuddling against my undead softy and her giant boob pillows is great, but she always likes to touch me at any opportunity. She's naturally on the cool side and she loves sharing some of my body heat, which makes her incredible to sleep with during a hot summer like this.
"Hon, can you warm me up?" she asked as sweetly as she could. I glanced over at the clock.
"I'd love to, but there's some construction on the way to work. Maybe if we got up earlier..."
"Then can I ride on you?" she asked brightly.
"Sure. Which part?" I asked as I grabbed a towel for the shower.
"Head please!" She put a hand under her chin and pushed up at a certain angle. With a soft crack her head and about half her neck popped loose from her shoulders. She tossed herself over to me with her head slowly spiralling and emitting a happy little "Wheee!" until I caught her. She opened her pale lips expectantly and batted her eyes at me until I held her head by the blonde ponytail in the middle of her black hair. I dangled her in front of my lap and let her get situated until her mouth had swallowed up my cock, sucking happily as she suspended herself entirely on my erection with her surprisingly strong mouth. I grunted and gave her a pleased little stroke along her cheek before I went about my morning rituals to shower and get my lunch ready.
Abby was just always in the mood. We don't know if it's part of her cravings for heat and attention or something that went wild with her libido when she was reanimated, but it's impossible to be left wanting in the sex department when she's around. A horny, always satisfied wife with bottomless stamina goes a long way, on top of her being an absolute sweetheart. She technically doesn't have to eat, but her brains get a little screwy if she goes without for too long. That's when she starts to get a little slow and grunty until I get her some meat. It's technically protein that fuels her, so a Snickers bar or a load of cum can do the trick in a pinch.
I was just out of the shower (shampooing her hair for her, just to be polite) and I got to the counter when I flinch and cum in her mouth. Her suspended head smiled tongue rolls the cum around in her mouth. She gave me a few muted mumbles as I realized her problem. I picked her head off, still smiling as her cheeks puffed out and some of my seed ran down her dark lips. I fastened her head back on so she could reunite with her neck and finally swallow with one big gulp.
"My dad called when you were at work the other day. He still says he can support us if you wanted to stay home." Abby smiled meekly. I kissed her cheek while she was busy licking up the rest of my cum.
"I don't want to put that on him," I admitted. "I don't want to know what kind of horrible experiment he'll have to do to make that happen." I came from a hardworking family, and as incredibly tempting as is it was to stay at home with Abby all day, I couldn't bring myself to take Dr. Steinbacher's handout. I feel like he'd spring right for making zombie soldiers for the army or something. Decent guy, just not a great moral compass when it comes to the big stuff.
"I know. I told him," Abby sighed. "I just miss you is all." I felt sorry for her, but I know she has things to do and she gets out often. She's an oddity, but we've found that people don't seem especially shocked or scared to have her around. At least, not until she does something like lift a car out of her way or something. Enough that she can go shopping and clean things up while I'm away.
"I miss you too. It's why I hurry back home every day." I gave her a kiss on the lips and groped her breast, which gives her a quick little flicker of sparks from her neck. She gives a dreamy sigh and sits up suddenly.
"Hey! How about I pack your lunch for you?" she offered as she hurried into the kitchen. Her pale and jiggly booty bounced in almost an opposite color of her arms. "You want the burgers from last night?"
"Oh sure," I agreed, surprised at her enthusiasm. I took my time getting dressed and still left a little earlier thanks to her help to avoid the construction. I couldn't put my finger on it, but when we kissed goodbye as she saw me out, she seemed... lopsided.
It wasn't until my first break that I found her breast in my lunch bag. It was startling to see the hefty piece of wife-meat in there, lighty wobbling from my slightest contact with it. I poked it and felt the familiar jiggling of Abby's chest, and flicked the nipple just for good measure. It was firm and hard, and I saw it twitch when I did that. I had to smile as I picked up my lunch bag and went into the back room with my cell phone. I called up my stitched up wife.
"Hi, hon," Abby answered sweetly. It was the overly pleased tone she used when she wanted something or had done something wrong.
"Hey, dollface. It's lunch time."
"Oh? That's nice," she said, clearly trying to play dumb.
"And I found your present."
"Did you now? You mean the extra fruit snacks?" she giggled.
"Nooo. I mean you seemed to have dropped something very important." I lifted up her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. I could hear her heavy grunt on the other end of the line and the dulled thumping of her noisy footsteps as she staggered. "You weren't trying to be naughty to get some attention, were you?"
"N-nooo," she cooed. "It must have dropped in there by mistake." I took her portable nipple in between my fingers and pinched. She let out this shuddering squeak and I heard the familiar squeak of her bulky body flopping back on the bed.
"Really? Then show me." Abby let out another cute grunt as I heard her shuffling around on the bed. I kept thumbing her nipple, enjoying her heavy breathing and squeaking as she positioned herself. I got a ping on my phone (the chorus of Monster Mash for Abby, because I'm a cheesy bastard) and I load the picture she sent. It showed her laying on the bed in her panties and a tank top, but there was an obvious lopsidedness to her. Any basic study on the edge of the bra saw she'd just stuffed a throw pillow into her bra as she made a kissy face for me. Her chalky cheeks did a nice job of showing off her obvious blush.
"Nice try, dirty girl," I said back. She mewled and I could hear the bed creak as she squirmed. "For real this time. And just for trying to be cute, do it naked." Abby was always big on me being the assertive one in bed. I'd say it was some kind of daddy complex, but there's a whole lot of holes in that theory.
"Are you mad?" she chimed as I heard her removing and tossing some clothes away.
"Not mad. You just need to be punished. Now take the picture and make it a real dirty one so I can show you off to my coworkers."
"You can't!" Abby objected. Of course I couldn't. Even if they were cool with my frankenwife, I'd be fired on the spot. It didn't mean i couldn't threaten her with it to add to the humiliation.
"Maybe I won't if you quit stalling and show my the goods." I held and squeezed tightly on her disembodied breast and I could feel it jiggle and writhe in my grip. She let out her loudest groan yet and I got my notification a few seconds later.
She was adorable in her humiliating pose. Sure, one of her breasts were missing. A flat piece of flesh covered one side of her chest, the only sign of her titty's absense being a wide circle of stitches. I'd seen her take them off sometimes when she had to reach something where they might have gotten in the way. She was groping her remaining breast, biting her lip as she pawed at the nipple. Her mostly dark hair hung down to her bare hips, and the phone was clearly being held low enough to show me a perfect look up her slit along with the rest of her body. It was hard to tell if she was actually dripping, but she was definitely glistening wet between her pale pink lips. Her wide-spread thighs were far enough apart to lightly pull her labia open as a perfect invitation.
"Please don't tell everyone I'm so naughty!" she pleaded softly. I could hear the rustling of her sheets and as I pinched her portable nipple hard, she gave a high-pitched grunt. I could practically hear how wet she was as I stared at her valiant effort to look sexy for me. I was just painfully hard from looking at it.
"I'll text you in a minute," I reported before hanging up the call. I set my lunch aside and tucked her breast under my arm, walking briskly to the bathroom. People barely gave a me a glance as I went through with that must have looked like an office toy or a neck pillow from my desk. I locked the bathroom door behind me and sat on the toilet. "Is my zombie slut still horny?" I texted her as I undid my pants.
She replied "YES" about as soon as my text had loaded.
"Prove it."
She sent me another picture. This one was a closeup, her breast lifted up to her face and her mouth wide open, lashing her tongue around her nipple as she gave me a needy look. I was already stroking, so I sent her a dickpick of my raging erection. "Good. Me too," I messaged her back.
I received another picture of her, this one a farther off shot. She had her legs spread out again, two fingers holding her pussy open as two more stroked around the edges of her clit. I admired and stroked to the picture before noticing just how far off the camera must have been. A lessser man might have thought she was cheating on me, but I looked for the telltale sign. Sure enough, her right hand was missing, cut off at the wrist and clearly on the foot of the bed to take the picture for her.
"You show off slut," I messaged her again. "Keep touching yourself like my good girl. And turn around. I want to see that fuckable ass." Some folks say that marriage kills your sex life, but it might just be from boredom. It's hard to get that same sensation when there's so many options with a girl who pull herself apart for you. She sends me another one of her kneeling down, her face resting on the pillow as she fingered herself. Her wide ass is aimed right at the camera, gently spread out like her pussy as her mouth hung open, drooling on the pillows while some of her pussy juice drips from her hand.
"You're thinking of me taking you from behind right now, aren't you?" I texted back. "My sweet, tasty frankencunt. Did they put some bimbo hooker brain inside you when they made you or did they just settle for using a dog in heat? Spank that ass for me for having such a dirty pussy!"
I lose it when I see her next picture. Her eyes are rolled back (if at slightly different directions) as she spread her pussy out for the camera. Strings of her cum run between her fingers and smear over her thighs. I can see big red hand prints where her dark and powerful hands had gone to town on her pale ass cheeks. A pool of drool matched the one beneath her legs. I could see some slight distortion in the shot as a few sparks spat out from her neck bolts. The kind that came when she was overexterting herself, like an especially big orgasm. She added an open palm emoji and "I'm sorry I'm so slutty for you, master!" What man wouldn't cum to that?
I caught my breath and responded. "It's okay. You're my good little ragdoll <3". She sent me one more selfie of her hugging a hand flirtily over her one breast, blowing me a kiss. I knew she wasn't exactly lonely, taking lunch with the werewolf couple down the road sometimes, but my heart was still pounding from that sexy show. Maybe it was time to be a little romantic. I let the boss know I was using a sick day and made sure to pack my half-eaten lunch with my wife's breast inside. I texted her again: "I'm coming home early, Sparky. Warm your icebox up for me."
It wasn't entirely a figure of speach. I returned Abbys tit to her and we made out like teenagers until we crumbled naked onto the bed. Abby must have been extra appreciative of my trip back home because when my hand went between her skull-crusher thighs, she actually was warm. Her pussy was heated up to made her extra soft and yielding, a trick we'd figured out pretty quickly where she had some fun with a heating pad to make it a little easier for us. It's a stark contrast to the rest of her cool skin but that just makes it more exciting. She's sparking in no time as she digs her strong fingers into the sheets, ripping a large piece of them off in her throes of passion as I kiss her cool, pale lips. I had come away with a few bruises the first time I slept with her, but considering I kept coming back for more, it was worth the risk.
"Thank... thank much!" she babbled as I went kissing down her throat (giving her sparking bolts plenty of distance) and started to suck on her nipple as I slid my dick inside her.
"Use your words, Abby," I muttered as I teased her other breast, giving it the attention that I couldn't have from the office. Her brain got a little scrambled when she was especially horny, all the power going to her pussy instead of her brain. To be fair, I'm not much better than she is when I get in the same spot. "You like being hot and warm for your man's dick?"
I saw Abby's eyes regain some clarity as she tried to focus. "Yes! Thank you so much for coming back to me! I couldn't take all that teasing!"
"You wouldn't have to if you had kept your naughty bits to yourself."
"I couldn't help it. I just wanted a piece of me to go with you everywhere," she cooed. I spanked one of her big pale ass cheeks as her dark arms draped around my neck as I pumped deep inside her. She was too heavy for me to budge her much with my thrusting, but she's humping along to the rhythm anyway. "That's my dirty girl. Now who's my horny little monster?" I urged as I took her around her waist.
"Ohhhh you are! I mean I am!" she blurted. More sparks came from her neck as I could hear the wet, soft slurping between our hips. My precum started to mix with her flooding pussy juices as she started to make the bed creak with her bouncing ass.
"That's my good girl. Fuck you feel so good... you were built just for my pleasure, my brainless little slut," I muttered and I saw her eyes light up. I hadn't meant anything beside some dirty talk, but she looked at me pleadingly as she bit her lip and nodded.
"Yes... please... master..." she mewled. Her shallow breathing told me she was getting close anyway... and we had done it before.
"You're lucky I'm feeling generous," I mutter, stroking the side of her face. "I'm giving you everything you want today." I accent the last line with a few firm thrusts that make her bounce as I feel around her hairline. It's a strange experience, but I can see her breathing heavier as her breasts heave with effort. She reached up to take my hand in hers and guide me to the stitched by her forehed, usually hidden by her bangs. I find the small switch and flip her head open in another of her bloodless openings. I don't pretend to know how she really works on a scientific level, but she seems happy and healthy as can be. I don't see the harm in a little brainless sex.
The top of Abby's head opens like a trash can lid as I feel around inside. Again, no blood or bone available; just what feels like an aluminum bowl with a dry, squishy organ inside. I pick it up and I'm once again reminded of the old Nerf footballs I had when I was a kid. Whatever the doctor/my step-dad did for her, it was dryer, heavier, and a little greener than you saw in movies. I carefully set it on the night stand as I saw a big smile go across Abby's face. She let out a wordless grunt as she ran her hands over her chest, squishing and kneading them as her eyes go wide as saucers.
"That feel better?" I offered as I pulled her head shut again.
"NNNnnh!" She let out some mix of a primal grunt and a delicate mewl. Her thighs wrapped around my hips tightly enough for me to wince. Between that and removing her brain, I admit that I lost a bit of momentum, but she was quick to start humping harder.
"My brainless little slut," I repeat for her now that it's actually true. Her big, glassy eyes stare up at me in wonder as she suddenly doesn't even have the mental capacity to process everything that's going on. It leaves her with nothing to do but focus on the pleasure she's going through. Some folks like to be choked and some like kinky clothes. Mine likes sending her privates with me to work and letting me take her brain out while I fuck her.
"You want that brain back? You're going to have to squirt for it, my little fuck monster. You hear me, you graveyard bimbo?"
"Abby hear!!" she blurted, pleading and perhaps a little impatient. "Abby want!!" Despite what I'd expect from a female frankenstein, her voice is high and bubbly in this state. She's more Barbie than barbarian like this. More fucked silly than childlike. She let out a primal howl as I start to get my pace back, holding onto her solid hips as I slide against her big, warm pink clit.
"You feel that, sweetie? You feel that hard human dick in you?" I ask a bit breathlessly, glancing at her brain just to make sure it's still where I left it.
"Dick..." she panted, her mouth hanging open like she forgot every other word in her head. "Yummy... dick. Dick GOOOOOD!" She gave one last, huge groan as she arched her back, thrusting her big chest into me as the sparks shot out from her neck. I knew to keep my hands down while still kissing her deeply, letting her groan and drool over me as her eyes rolled back again. Her strong arms formed a vice around me, suddenly taking the work away as she bounced on my cock. She kept squirting and grinding, but even when she stopped cumming she went on moaning and groaning as she rode me. I think her brain wasn't there to tell her she had stopped orgasming, so she was still riding that same drawn out wave of pleasure. At least it gave me time to cum inside her as well, letting our mixed fluids drip out down her thighs. No worries about kids with her... though the doctor offered to build us some if we ever wanted.
She seems to tire out (or just catch up with herself) when she's been cumming for about three minutes, slowing to a gentle grind against my lap. I give up on holding her up and drop to the bed, pinning her beneath me as I fumble around for her organ and drop it back into her literal brainpan. I snap her head shut again and she gives a sudden gasp as if she hadn't been breathing for hours (if she had to breathe to begin with). "Oh fuck!" she gasped, suddenly releasing me and flopping onto the bed. "Oh god... I missed that. I missed you. I missed all that soooo much!"
A cool hand ran over my face, pulling me in for another gentle kiss. I smiled and licked her lips as we parted. "Sorry if I've been busy lately," I confessed.
"I understand. But I meant what I said."
"Oh you mean 'dick good?" I asked in a slurred voice.
"Oh my god, did I actually say that?!" she gasped, covering her mouth. "I fucking DID, didn't I? Why didn't you stop me!?" She thumped my chest with a playful punch, though it still stung pretty hard.
"Ow. Maybe because you were in the middle of cumming your literal brains out. You know you love it."
"Well I MEANT the part where I want a piece of me to go with you."
"I've got your heart," I said, smiling as I rested my head on her chest. "Isn't that enough?"
"Sometimes..." she sighed, rising and dropping her big bosom under me. "But... for those other times... maybe we could try something?"
I made a point to take my breaks alone after that. I used the empty backoffice when I could, or just made a bathroom break or used my car when that was taken. Some people asked about my new stress ball and why it looked so strange. I told them it was a gift from my wife, which wasn't untrue. I just never told anyone that it was just a few layers of fabric over a piece of my undead wife. I went back to the break room, shutting the door tight and taking out my new toy. I peeled off some of the fabric, exposing Abby's pussy before calling her up.
"Missing something again?" I teased as I slid my finger into the toy.
"You've been teasing me all day," Abby purred on the other end. "You're so mean."
"It's a stressful day," I laughed, sliding my thumb along her clit. I rolled back enough of the soft fabrics to expose the rest of her pound of flesh that was her vagina and a few inches of flesh around it. "I just needed to play with my toy to vent a little. You ready to do the same?"
"Blow my mind, baby," she moaned in my ear.
-x-X-x-
"Thanks again, babe. I can never get those hard to reach spots."
Abby sat awkwardly in front of me, propped up against our bedroom wall. I nodded as I took the brush to her again.
"Well it's inside your arm, so I can understand that being 'hard to reach."
There were a lot of little twists and turns to being married to an undead abomination. I say that without judgement, because her full name is actually Abomination Steinbacher and she is the loveliest woman I've ever known. Even when her body is pulled apart in front of me, sitting around in some panties as little more than a torso, I love the hell out of this woman.
But one of the catches to having a woman who's sewn together out of dead body parts is the maintenance. She's good for a few months at a time before she starts to get her cramps. Her joints stiffen up or she starts to slow down if we go too long, so we've made a point of giving her a good cleaning every couple months. Her "father" taught me how when we started living together, which apart from doing some detailed work and maybe some light stitching isn't all that difficult. It's just a lot.
Abby has a lot of stitching on her big curvy body, so a lot of her pieces can come off and operate on their own. She tried to explain that it's something about muscle memory, but I never understood how she can leave her arms to do the dishes while she's in the living room with me watching TV.
I sat next to her with her pulled apart, taking a small brush to the brass nub at the base of her arm. Her fingers drummed idly on my knee, the flesh on it easily the darkest thing on her body. It clearly belonged to a black woman while most of her was pale to tan, depending on where you were looking. We went all out on her maintenance days, so she was left as little more than a torso from the waist up watching me work. She giggled and squirmed as her mismatched eyes curled into a smile, her thick, black hair hanging around her face. Her usual out of place while ponytail bobbed with it, and the thick white streaks around her temples marked the spots where her bolts went into her neck.
"Hon, that tickles," she pointed out. I stopped admiring her and shifted the cleaning brush away from her skin to keep it on the brass bit.
"Sorry. I was just distracted by you being a cutie."
"Oh stop," she beamed at the cheap flattery. "I'm a lump right now. That's like saying a potato's sexy."
"I dunno. You didn't grow up on my dad's farm. A guy gets lonely."
Abby's detached hand slaps my leg scoldingly.
"You grew up in the city, you big liar! You're lucky I trust you with my bits and pieces with a mouth like that."
She still smiled playfully as I lifted up and blew on the metal piece to get a bit of dust out of the way.
"Well nothing's gonna change that pretty face of yours. I love every little piece of you, gorgeous."
"Oh, you flatterer. Keep talking like that and I might almost feel my heart beat."
I set the arm back in my lap to lean towards her torso. I pulled on her hair, something her dulled senses didn't really care about as I lifted her head off her shoulders with a soft click. I kissed her suspended head on the lips before setting it back in place.
"You always get lippy when we do this," I reminded her.
"Well it's not like I can help much. There's only so many of my joints I can reach when it comes to the bigger parts."
She had already handled some of the finer points, like the lining of her skull where she kept her brain and the underside of her head (with a bit of mirror work). She'd at least learned to warn when she was updating the adhesive under her hair to keep it stuck on her head.
"Need me to put on a podcast or something? Something to keep that bucket of a brain busy?"
"No thanks. I already found something to keep myself busy with."
I felt the hot surge of pressure as her hand squeezed around my crotch. She started to rub firmly through my pants, and with a girl as strong as Abby, she could be plenty firm.
"Still feeling distracted?" she cooed with a tempting smile.
"You are the worst," I groaned as her red fingernails found and unzipped my fly. "This is going to take us forever."
"I'm ok with that," she chimed from her immobilized spot against the wall. "Besides, you know I like to watch."
She just meant having me put her head or an eye on the dresser while I fucked her body silly.
"You dead and dirty little tease," I moaned as her strangely cool hand gripped and pumped my cock. She wasn't outright cold but there was little mistaking the lack of body heat Abby gave off. Her powerful grip held me tight as she stroked me and I could barely think straight enough to keep cleaning in the slightest.
"What happened to being a potato?" I moaned as she started to really get me going.
"What happened to not getting that big cock hard for me while you're cleaning?" she purred back.
"Alright, you rotten little thot," I groaned as she kept her fingers dancing around my dick. She teased up around the tip and rubbed my precum back down as her own little source of lube. I let her keep jerking me as I pulled down my pants and let her see her own handiwork. Abby licked her lips as she watched me cum over her darker arm. I rubbed her hand, smearing it into her as I saw her shudder from the feeling, even with the limb detached. We had fooled around enough to know how that worked; I still took pieces of her to work sometimes to mess around with like a remote vibrator.
There's no shortage of rags and tissues around for our little tune up, so I clean off my cock as best I can before lifting and tending to her hand.
"I thought the idea was to clean up, not make a mess," I teased as I shimmied over to her. She giggled and nuzzled her limbless stump of a body into me as best she can until I hug her back.
"Can't help myself," Abby giggled. "All that warm and handsome flesh of yours is too tempting."
"You mean 'Dick good! Abby cum?" I asked in a lowered voice.
"Oh my god! That was weeks ago!" Abby objected, blushing with what little actual blood there was inside her body. She keeps acting embarrassed about removing her brain so she can have this raw, intense, unthinking sex, but she keeps asking for it now and then. It's definitely a secret guilty pleasure of hers. I smiled and ran my fingers over her groin, teasing the edges of her pussy until she moaned.
"Well if you're going to act like this, maybe we should remove that temptation too."
I tightened my grip around her crotch and pushed at the right spots. Abby gasped as I detached the nearly spherical piece of flesh that made up her pussy, leaving a blank gap of featureless skin with a small brass connecting unit around the back of her pelvic area.
"Oh you bully! If I could get my hands on you…" she pouted, but the curl of a smile on her lips was unavoidable. I just pressed my thumb inside her slit and rubbed around until she gave a warbling moan and slumped back against the wall.
"I can keep it if you're not going to behave," I teased, getting Abby to bite her lip as she tried to control herself. She always had her submissive side, so she loved some harmless teasing. I set her vagina aside and ran my hand through her multicolored hair.
"Good girl," I cooed to her as she shuddered in place. I kissed her cool and pouty lips, feeling her moaning breaths escape between them. Her stump of a body squirmed enough that her pale beach ball breasts bounced around, tugging lightly at the stitches that kept them attached.
"Well this piece earned its way back home," I said as I picked up the arm she'd used to tease me. "Even if it's not exactly clean anymore. If you're going to behave with it."
Abby nodded and I stuck it back into the empty space around her shoulder, giving it the usual push and twist to pop it in like she was an overgrown Barbie doll. Given her mismatched and unnatural curves, it wasn't an inaccurate comparison. Abby flexed and wiggled her fingers testingly before wrapping the arm around me.
"Such a handy husband," she giggled as she mashed me into her cool and pillowy breasts. A few small and harmless sparks spat out from her neck bolts, indicating she was getting really fired up. "You're just too good to me."
"I'm not giving your pussy back. Not yet."
"Oh come on~!" she whined, bouncing in place. It made her bare breasts wobble around some more until I caught and squeezed them.
"When you can show me you're not just a rotten little slut," I warned gently as I teased my fingers over her nipples. The sparks started up again as she stiffened up, moaning as I left her aroused without any proper place to vent it.
"You're so mean," she mewled, but she licked her lips as she gave me bedroom eyes. She rolled over and let her torso drop, facing away from me as she balanced on her one arm and the stubs of her legs. She tried to brace herself up on her one one elbow, but her hanging undead udders still reached the floor and then some to squash against them. She was lacking most of her thighs, but she could still stick her wide ass up at me.
"How could you possibly be so mean to a big fuckable butt like this?" she cooed, shaking her juicy cheeks at me. I smiled at the open invitation and slapped my palm on one of her cool cheeks, getting a breathless purr out of my overly teased wife. I left a few more spanks before her pale buns were starting to show red handprints all over and she wouldn't stop panting and moaning for a second.
"You dirty little bitch. You really do think with your pussy if you're still asking for it. Are you sure I put your brain back in there last time, you thick ass slut?" I scolded as she bucked her hips. The motion rocked her big booty as an invitingly moving target, but it seemed more like she was humping the air with a crotch she didn't have. Even detached, her pussy was twitching and just dripping wet from its spot on the nearby coffee table.
"Oh I'm so sorry, sweetie! I'm sorry you married such a zombie slut! I can't help it if I was given such a slutty brain and all these stolen curves that make you want to fuck me and use me like the fuck puppet I am~!"
I slid out of my pants until I was resting my cock between her thick ass cheeks. Abby mewled and rocked her hips enough to hotdog it a bit before I picked up her pussy again. She gasped softly just from my barely touching her detached womanhood.
"So you wanted this?" I teased, smiling as I stepped around in front of her. I knelt down to leave my cock bobbing a few inches away from her face. I held up her pussy like it was a common sextoy and started to tease my dick against its opening, making Abby's jaw drop and her eyes roll unnaturally far back into her head.
"Ohhhh god," Abby moaned as her whole body quivered needily. Her eyes centered again and locked onto my cock threatening to enter her.
"Please... give it back. Don't take my pussy away from me," she pleaded lustily. "I need it so bad right now I can't think! I'm gonna bust my stitches at this rate! Please don't cheat on me with my own pussy! It's such a slut!"
I had to snicker at that one and didn't bother wrapping my head around that logic.
"Alright. Just because you're such a good and helpless monster," I praised, running my hand around her cheek and chin. I leaned down to her level and held her pussy away with one hand.
"Can I get a kiss first?" I asked. She nodded and puckered up, leaning in close enough to plant one on my lips.
"Good girl. And one more." This time I moved to my knees, putting my dick back in her face. The effectively helpless frankenbabe beamed and opened her mouth wide. It came with a soft crack as her jaw unhinged to give me plenty of space to violate her mouth.
"Ah haa," she answered with a nod, batting her eyes expectantly. I shoved my cock into her mouth, moaning as I fit my entire shaft and balls inside her. For all my teasing, playing with and rubbing her down had left me horny as hell too. I started thrusting into her face rapidly, leaking precum over her tongue and throat as I felt the occasional tickle. Her especially hearty moans make her bolts spark again, sending a quick tingle down her throat. I cupped one of her huge breasts and kneaded it like a handful of dough as I held up her pussy.
"Well why tease one hole when I could do both?" I asked, rubbing two fingers over her pussy. She gave a soft squeal as I dipped them inside, roughly rolling them over her swollen clit. I could feel her tensing and twitching around my shaft as I effectively double-penetrated my wife on my own, leaving her feeling like she was being fucked on both sides. Her body even rocked like she was being taken on both ends despite the sort of phantom pleasures I was giving her. I gave my sturdy wife a firm pinch on one of her nipples.
"Keep sucking, you patchwork slut. You've got the libido of at least three different porn stars in there, don't you? You at least have the tits of them. Not even being dead can keep you from cumming, can it, you broken little fucktoy.?"
Abby's eyes fluttered as I felt her pussy squirt past my fingers, emptying whatever juices she had in her detached vagina. She mewled mindlessly in front of me as she shook her curves like she was in an earthquake, her bolts sparking like crazy to process all the pleasure I was putting into her. I had to pull my cock out to keep from finishing, letting her nonsensical moans come vibrating out past her drooling lips.
"I'd say definitely a brainless corpse bimbo if I didn't just check," I tutted, brushing back her hair to kiss her on the forehead. She giggled dizzily as I held up her crotch before her. "Now hurry up and get on your back so I can fit this back in and finish properly."
Abby was all too happy to roll over. She spread her leg stubs to let me fasten her pussy back in place, assuring her I was done with the teasing at last. I mounted up her freshly cum-filled slit, immediately moaning as I fit deep in the warmed up pussy. Turns out without legs to get in the way, I could get way in there. I fucked her nearly limbless body, planting my hands to bury into her fleshy boobs. We panted together as I pumped against her overworked clit, hitting hard and fast to keep up with her incoming orgasm. She ran her only hand over my arms and chest to encourage me along.
"Come on, angel. Give me more of that sweet juicy living cum. Put a little life back in me and really get me shocked! You helped clean your dirty girl so make a big hot mess in me!"
Her dirty talk was the perfect finishing touch as I shot my load inside her. The extra shot of human body heat got her to cry out and squeeze my arm, her iron grip keeping me inside her as we humped and came together. We shook a few times violently together before I crumbled onto the half-assembled woman. She moaned gently as she ran her hand over me.
"Mmm, maybe I was right the first time. Cock good. Abby like," she purred in delight.
I chuckled and tapped the side of her head. "Don't tempt me. You make a hot brainless bimbo."
"You know I'm that already," she giggled, wiggling her limbless hips in place just to make me shudder. I patted her ass and pulled back out as I looked over the disassembled beauty.
"You need me to clean that out?" I offered.
"Already did the spot work," she answered, grunting as she pushed herself up on one arm. She picked up the other and inspected it briefly before sticking it back in place. "Besides, you've got this dead girl feeling lively. I might need another dose before too long."
"Some of us actually need to eat and sleep. Remember?" I laughed as I picked up her leg. I gave her inner thigh a quick kiss, getting her to wiggle and giggle before I helped patch it back on with some fresh stitching. Maybe it was the fact she was animated by a Tesla coils and a lightning rod, but living with a Frankenstein girl meant our marriage never lost its spark (even if she smacked the first time I said that to her).
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