The Lady of Death, part 2
In a near future, the United States of America won’t hang you, give you lethal injection but they will garotte you even for the smallest crimes of all…then they will sell your body off as a sex slave to the highest bidder
Ralph, the coroner, was there waiting pacing impatiently in the mortuary. In route to the morgue; the young morgue attendant notified that he had two bodies in the van. as the hearse pulled into the carport. Two stainless steel autopsy tables were made available and the two body bags were brought in and placed on the tables. The body bags were unzipped and a toe tag was placed on the big toe of each female corpse. The morgue attendant assisted Ralph in removing Sasha’s corpse from the body bag. He certainly hadn’t seen many as beautiful as this in the short time he had been working there. Then Vivienne’s corpse was removed from the bag and determined that no autopsy was necessary.
Ralph had discussed with the doctor who had pronounced each of the victim dead at the scene as to the circumstances surrounding her death since the cause of death of each was easily ascertained. No since carving up bodies like these when it wasn’t necessary. He was late for a Sunday evening dinner party his wife was giving at their home and he wanted to make this quick.
Ian the young morgue attendant now had the task of preparing the two bodies for the cooler until they were released. The coroner now left for the party.
The morgue attendant tonight was Ian Miles Cheong. Normally Ralph Wills would have been with him; but Ralph had asked for vacation this week end and everyone figured Ian could handle it alone.
Now Sasha lay in the preparation room just behind a door. He was alone at the mortuary and watched the coroner pull out of the parking lot. “I’m back” he said, to no response from the girl. He went into the room just to look at two sexy, naked girls again from top to bottom, their cold breasts still perky and inviting. Ian couldn’t believe this. Two beautiful nude dead women lying in front of him.
Ian wanted a better look this young lady. Actually, he wanted more than a look! He wanted to fuck her young dead body. He had just recently broken up with his girlfriend Amy and was more than a little bit horny. He struggled to purge that from his mind. He remembered about a month ago when a 35-year-old woman who was killed in a motorcycle accident was brought in. He could hardly stand it when he stripped her and smelled the aroma of her dead pussy. It drove him wild but Ralph was present and he couldn’t do anything about his lust.
He looked closely at her face, the shine had gone from her makeup when the skin below it died. Asleep. Little girl’s asleep. Except for the awful whiteness. Dead whiteness. Her small breasts had remained perky and defiant, too small, not enough flesh to succumb to gravity’s pull. Her legs shapely and straight out. The dark bush of hair at her groin, seductive, sexy. Her second set of lips, pink, inviting.
Ian could smell the aroma of her dead pussy and he had to have some. It had been awhile since he had any pussy, and even that was with a cheap hooker that whined. This would now be on his terms. No movement, no talking, no throwing up, and most of all no negotiations. With fumbling fingers born of this extraordinary experience he unfastened his trousers. His dick went to full alert as he was finally able to get the waistband down and pulled out his throbbing cock through the flap of his pants and boxer shorts.
Ian clambered onto the slab, his large body looming over Sasha’s body and began caressing her dead body, whispering quietly in her ear. “You must meet an officer,” he said to Sasha, “because Private Schultz is standing at attention.” Her nipples, hard as stone, exasperated him to madness, but he decided to go on with the “stimulation” anyway.
He pulled Sasha’s feet wider apart, he positioned himself on the table between her legs and buried his nose in her open cunt. He began to lick and suck on her dead clit and soon had his tongue as far in her crevice as he could get it, but that didn’t matter. Such things as morality, public opinion, perversion and the like disappeared: there was only Ian and Sasha. There was love. Ian alternately caressed her sexy tits with his hands as continued to eat her. The lady gave no protest as he worked inside her hairy pussy. Once he had properly lubed her; Ian got back on Sasha and the engorged penis, a healthy eight inches, upright, massively erect, slowly probed the puckered entrance to paradise, even carefully, the way one enters virgins or those who one loves.
The girl who had only been dead a couple hours still held a slight warmness to her, still wet from her excitement as Ian began to slowly fuck her corpse just as if she were his lover. He caressed her face and gave her a kiss on the lips as he thrust deep into her unresisting slit full of his big hard dick. His mouth was by her face, his breath fluttered her hair. His action was slow and methodical. Ian took his time since he didn’t have to worry about being reported by Sasha. Her pussy was tight and seemed to be grabbing at his dick on each stroke when he exited and was still quite moist from her earlier vaginal secretions. As Ian thrust himself into Sasha there was a sucking sound due to the mucus and secretions in her vagina. Inside, Sasha was still very wet but, not surprisingly, quite unresponsive. Her breasts flattened and her head rocked back and forth almost as if she was alive. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, “oh, you are so perfect.” Ian said to Sasha, then he sucked on her erect nipples. He increased his tempo and the slurping sound of his thrusting’s was getting too much for him. Ian noticed that the rocking and bumping of Sasha’s head had caused her eyes to open slightly with a vacant half lidded stare, he looked at the girl’s dead gaze and wondered how she would feel about the situation.
Mrs. Sasha Hu, who had enjoyed sex so much with her husband years ago, was being post-mortally fucked by Ian. After all he had a lot of sexless years to make up for! Oh yes, this was the right job. It was all more than worth it in the end.
He didn’t last long, Ian brought himself to a climax and soon his body stiffened and then jerked several times as wave after wave of sticky cum was shooting deep into Sasha’s pussy. Ian collapsed momentarily on top of her body holding her cooling form and then withdrew his deflating organ from the corpse and let out a heavy sigh of relief before rolling off of the slab. He kissed her deep and long on the lips and was sad that there could be no response.
When Ian came, he shouted with joy, “You love me! You do!” He knew he was insane of course. Mad as a fucking meat axe.
Just then he just laid there on top of her breathing hard, suddenly there was noise and just as he was about to cum once again hands grabbed his shoulders and suddenly there was loud voices over in his ears.
When the guard (who had heard the shouting) arrived, he found quite a sight. Ian was roughly pulled from the silent woman still lying on the metal table. He fought with the man, who was trying to subdue a now incoherent person.
His dick felt suddenly cold and vulnerable as the cool air hit it, making it shrivel into a little wrinkled thing.
The guard called the police and the ambulance, and then vomited his lunch all over the floor. People were everywhere and he was naked and put his hands in front of his crotch. Then he couldn’t even do that.
Ian would not part with the dead body, he would kiss it and laugh in a strange way. He resisted violently when they finally took it away from him. He was grabbed and his wrists were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. His pants were still off and his dick was still hanging out in the open. He could still feel the juices drying on it and his heart pounded in his chest at the memory of what he’d just done. Then finally he calmed down and burst into tears.
The bodies were auctioned at an exclusive club to a wealthy benefactor (Alex Jones)] who liked fresh dead women; then after that, was shipped off to a secret landfill site unceremoniously with all the other cremated inmates. Sasha’s family in China tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.
Ian didn’t stay long in the sanatorium. After a year or so he hanged himself, leaving a note, which read lots of romantic poetry about love that’s given by the Almighty, and only he had the right to take it away. He also wrote he was going to see his beautiful Sasha.