The ringing of the doorbell was a thundering boom to the sleeping caretaker of Macabre Manor. He, as a middle-aged man, took longer than usual to prop himself up and make way to the double french doors.
He swing them open in a grand gesture and with a booming voice said "Who dares approach the Manor of Lady Macabre?!"

A young boy in a brown uniform was obviously startled. "Just...just here to drop a package off, si-sir."

"Oh."

"I'll take it from here Mr. Iger. Thank you." A sultry feminine voice eminated from behind, and materialized into Lady Macabre. She flipped her long red hair over her shoulder. "The package I presume is rather large, correct?" She said as she took the electronic pad from the shaky male.

"Indeed it is. In fact it's quite heavy too. I may not be able to wheel it in here with the dolly."

"That's fine, my custodian here can assist. Won't you..."

Mr. Iger groaned and walked over to where the tall box stood almost as tall as he. The postman wiggled the dolly out from underneath and lifted up one end, prompting Iger to do the same. Slowly, the box entered the large and foreboding house. It was placed in the foyer, top side up where a large red and white sticker read: This Side Up - Fragile Parts Inside.

"Well...umm...is there anything else I can help you with today?" The young man said as he looked up and around. 

"No that will be it for now. Thank you." Lady Macabre waved her hand ever so slightly, and the boy seemed a bit distracted by the sudden bulge in his front shirt pocket.

He left immediately, and Iger saw him pull out a wad of cash, counting it excitedly before the door closed automatically. "Altruism is not a typical characteristic of yours."

"In this occasion, Mr. Iger, calls for gratuity where its due." Lady Macabre ran her fingers along the wooden crate. "Now stand back."
She placed her palm against the edge, and purple light began to seep between the spaces between each panel. The entire thing shook and buckled. Once the hand pulled back and left the top of the box, each and every wood plank bent outward, revealing an assortment of bubble-wrapped packages. Lady Macabre picked up the first one she saw. It was bent like an "L".

Iger watched as she unraveled it, and the contents of that particular package turned out to be a pale human foreleg with the foot encased in a white, open toe heel.

"Exactly as I ordered." Lady Macabre said jubilantly. "Here, hold this while I get the rest of her out."

Mr. Iger took the disembodied leg rather reluctantly. Her, he thought to himself. This belonged to someone, or had been gifted willingly to the interested party. Either way, Iger was unsure what to make of it. The body part in question however was warm to the touch, and felt alive in the strangest sense. The muscles and tendon could be felt contracting and stretching when the foot moved as normally. The mistresses' magic, no doubt.  
A completely nude torso, arms, another leg, and hands were all uncovered and set to the side in a shoddy pile. The last package which resembled a sphere was lifted from the bottom, and seconds later, the box simply vanished before them. Lady Macabre carefully unwrapped the object, grinning wide with child-like excitement. The object was a woman's detached head, wearing some lightly applied makeup, and the brown hair was pulled into one long braided ponytail. She was highly attractive. Russian, by the looks of it.

"I don't mean to sound naive, but this woman wasn't abducted, like Valorie, was she?"

"In fact, she was created, for me."

"Created..?"

"Details aside, she--Olivia as she was named in the workshop--was created to be a spare body for me. Something to revitalize myself. To extend mortality years beyond expectancy." Lady Macabre grabbed the torso by the neck and placed the head on it. It attached seamlessly. 

"so...the body is essentially you. Only younger. And more attractive."

"No need to be so Vain. But yes, all that and more." The lady then reattached all the rest of the body parts, yanking the leg away from Iger to complete the body. "Now come and bring her to the private quarters."

Iger groaned, and hoisted the limp lifeless body from the ground. On the way there, he looked down at it several times, failing to keep a wondering eye off from it's chest and private area. He could feel himself get hard underneath his trousers. Feeling the side of the breast didn't help his conviction any.
Lady Macabre was already sitting on the lounger, holding her arms open to accept the body. Mr. Iger slowly lowered it down in her lap, and took a few steps back as to not invade some hidden barrier of personal space. She ran her hands along the front of the body, stopping briefly to fondle the chest. Her hand trailed down to the body's vagina and slowly edged the smooth pink lips. Iger gulped in anticipation. 

"Mr. Iger...you seem to be quite aroused by this."

"What? No, no,I just..." He stammered.

"It's perfectly fine. Such a young and flawless body such as this. One can not help but to feel invited to it." Lady Macabre twisted the head to face hers and she planted her lips against its. She sucked on each, slipping her tongue inside. "Such delicious skin." She said before sucking and biting on the neck as she twisted the nipples of the round and supple chest. "Come. Remove your trousers."

"I-I possibly couldn't."

"I insist."

"With due respect."

"I insist."

Mr. Iger felt his obvious arousal was being extorted for her own arousal, but it was so fierce within him, he didn't give much thought to consequence. He stepped out of his pants, pulling off whatever he felt would get in the way of his actions. Lady Macabre spread open the body's legs, holding them by the bend of the knee. Iger spread the pink mound before him, seeing it had already been wet by the lady. He slowly inserted himself. With every thrust the forelegs on each side of him flopped around, kicking him. He remedied this by grabbing each foot and twisting them off.
Lady took one from him, freeing a hand, and he pried the heel off to reveal the soft and pink sole. Iger ran the foot against his face as he continued to thrust into the body. 

Lady Macabre had done the same with the other foot, sucking and wrapping her tongue around each delicate toe with painted nails. She switched from kissing the foot, to the head she pulled close to her, alternating periodically. Iger, with little stamina left fully exhausted himself into the body in a few slow thrusts. He slid out and collapsed onto the floor.

"Well done Mr. Iger. I think you've convinced me solidly." Lady Macabre said to the heavily-breathing caretaker. "I shall wear this body tomorrow for our usual errands. For now, I suggest you take the body apart and wash each piece thoroughly."

"Yes, Lady Macabre." Iger said between breaths. "Your wish is my command."