Chronicles of Mrs Olsen
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The discovery
It was a warm sultry early morning in the suburbs of Los Angeles. John Malkvic was preparing to enter the morgue. That's right, he was a mortician. Most of his days were spent grooming dead corpses for the funerals that awaited them. He in truth, hated his job. At first, John was fascinated at the concept of death; and thought it would be cool to work with the dead one on one. But as the years had rolled on he found it interlay too dreary. His shift began at 1 A.M., and finished at 8. On this night the rigorous hours pissed him off greatly. He was going to miss his daughters birthday party. He'd have to be asleep during the festivities. True he loved his daughter, and wanted to be there for her more than he had been. But inside, he wanted to see his daughter prance around in the frilly little cheerleader outfit she'd asked him to purchase for her. His daughter was hot, just on the cusp of womanhood, and he had to miss watching her blossom. Damn work! On this night however, he would be getting into areas of his nature he never thought possible. As he sauntered into the freezing room where the bodies where kept. He was to work on one specific corps, she was in drawer number 44. He walked his weary tired self where the rows of bodies where housed and opened that drawer. He was taken aback to see who this particular dead body was. "Hell that's got to be one of those Olsen girls," he said to himself in amazement. He recognized the form, because those two starlets were an idol for his little girl.
The next thing that happened to the tired family man as he peered down at the cooling dead twin shocked him. His cock began to grow in his slacks. The Devil took over his senses. He always wanted to fuck those two annoying girls. And if he couldn't see his daughter in that skimpy mini-skirt. Why not use this kid for a model? After-all, nobody was around. He'd never be caught. He had the keys, and nobody else was due to arrive for hours yet. He walked out of the freezing room for an instant and came back in with a pink rectangular cardboard box. "I don't know if I'll go to hell for this," he said under his breath. "But hey it'll sure liven up the nightshift." He sat the box down on a table that rested near him, opened it. And there inside, was a burgundy school-sweater, a golden yellow mini-skirt, and bright yellow panties.
He compared the size of the girl here and his lovely young daughter. They were approximately the same size. "Okay Miss Olsen," he said looking at the lovely lifeless girl. "Your gonna be the first dead starlet to get fucked by her mortician." He smiled a sinister smile, than began to ready for his sadistic task.
Part 2
Giving in to sin
John lifted the naked child out of her cold housing, then placed her prone on to a flat raised table. He had to look at her chart before he could really commense. After-all, it was only right to know which of the stupid twins he was about to invade. "Ahh little Ashley huh?" he said with a smirk. He continued reading. Apparently, she had been found belly-up in a lake not too far away. It was such a fresh event that her parents weren't even aware of the tragedy. "Don't have much time kid. Your folks are gonna be here in a few hours to identify you.
With that, the mortician went to work. First, he got a wet rag soaked in hot water. Then, gently rubbed it all over her chilled corpse. He wanted her warm to the touch, not frigid.
Then, it was time for the make-up. He gave her eye-shadow; blush; and finally Ruby-red lipstick. Part of the job of a morticitian, is to make the dead look as alive as possible. John was a man ready.
It was time to dress her fast. John's growing member wasn't going to take much more waiting. "If I can't see my kid model these tonight, then you'll have to do bitch!" He was growing angry, as he was having a tough time holding her leg up while slipping the yellow panties on. "There you go honey. Perfect fit." He slid them up past her waist, and snapped the waist-band against her belly. Let's see if you still jiggle." Reaching up grabbing her lifeless hand, John violently rolled her on her tummy. Then; gripping Ashley by the ankels, pulled her towards him so her legs would hang off the ledge of the table. With his left hand he pressed against her spine to make certain her trunk was still in the table. With his free arm he quickly pulled down her panties to just above her knee. "Fuck kid!" John said in awe. "More perfect than I could have dreamed. Her ass was firm alright, prefectly purportioned. The man was a wreck he wanted to slam her so bad.
"Whack," was the audible noise as John gave the dead child a stern spanking which left slight red marked on her ass.
"I was right! You do still jiggle back here." He held the girl still and knelt down behind her. Then, like a wolf to fresh meat; he began vigorously and cruely licking and kissing her butt cheaks. He enjoyed her childish rump 4 about 45 seconds, then pulled her shorts up again. "Gotta get you dressed bitch. I always wanted to bone a baby cheerleader. For the next few minutes he was preparing her for her last fuck.
"Too bad she's not alive to enjoy this." John thought to himself as he dressed the once vibrant teen for her finest hour
End of part 2
Dead Ahead
Part 3
It took about ten minutes for John to have everything perfect for his depraved action. He had dressed her emaculantly in the little cheerleader outfit. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave lotion. In his desk drawer was a rubber-band, which was used to pull her blonde mane into a pony-tail. Underneath the girls feet was a tiny amount of blondeish hair. That's right, John had shaved her bare. He had always imagined them being. "Ok you're about ready for action," John said hurridly. He gripped her by her limp arm and lurched her off the stool, let her fall to the floor, then he began to strip himself.
Standing over her was intoxicating. She looked so peaceful laying there. Her lips were puffy and full; her eyelids were calmly shut. Another object in his possesion, was an instant camera. "Smile for the camera sweetie." As he snapped a photo down on her, his cock was twitching with passion. After a few clicks, he knelt over her, kissed her newly ruby red lips, then pulled up her sweater. Now exposed, was her belly and stiff b-cup breast. "Yummy." He stoked her right breast, flicking at her nipple. "If this hurts speak up girl." In a snap, he put his mouth right over her other breast, and sucked hungrily. Just before pulling back, he bit down on the tit, pulling on her nipple with his teeth. "I thought you'd like that bitch," he said chuckeling under his breath. He rose to his feet and took a few more pictures. It was time to mount the kid. John was tired of the foreplay.
"Here we go brat!" He leaped on her like a lion attacks his pray. He clutched at her hair, nearly ripping out clumps in the palm of his fisted hand. His other hand was roaming blindly under her skirt, searching for the elastic in her panties. He began kissing her lifeless mouth, as he got a firm grip of her undies and tore them off by her hip. "Fuck I want you!" He reached behind and bent her legs spreading them wide open, then slid his waist between them, so they would not close up on him. "Did you die a virgin Ashley?" He was panting wildly. He felt the opening of her clit caressing his prick-head. Then with a roar he was inside her.
"Come on bitch! Take me deep!" He gripped her hips and pistioned in her like a jack-hammer. "I..knew..it, John said panting. "You're awful loose for a 18-year-old kid. What's the matter...Did daddy rape you." With those words he drove in harder, his groin slapping against her body. "Can't say I'd blame him for that." Harder and harder went his log into her. His nuts were contracting, he could feel his juice about ready to inject her. "Not yet kid." He jerked out of her body, and took a deep breath.
He got to his feet and walked to his desk, pulled out a roll of scotch-tape. "This is something I've always wanted to do babe." He walked over to her above her head, tore of 2 pieces of tape, and applied them to her eyelids. Achoring the tape to her forehead he pried her eyes open. He picked her up, placed her back on the table, but sideways. Her head was bending backward over the ledge of the table. "Let's give you some more makeup." Her head was now upside down level with his cock, her eyes open. He began jerking his rod fast; all the while, rubbing it all over her lips. "Aghhh! Here goes nothin." With that, John exploded his desire all over her face. Some of his cum was embeded in her pretty eyes. "What a way to go out slut."
Over the next half-hour, John cleaned up the mess. By the time Ashley's parents made their way to the morgue, there was no evidence of his crime. John felt very lucky, and at the same time guilty. He vowed nothing like this could ever happen again. Little did he know, that Ashley's sister Mary-kate would be the next to feel his wrath.
End of part 3 -->
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