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Age: 21
Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to suffocation
Other Injuries: Nil
Time between death and delivery to mortician: 12 hrs
Notes: A night out at the club turned tragic for a pretty young woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death. Luckily, her sweet body remained unscathed when she was delivered to the mortician.

All dressed to party
Crushed by people, air deprived
Your hot body, limp

(All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past Memories of Mortician chapters. Please search for my previous stories if you want to read about the original victims.)

Over the years, I have kept many of the clothes of the beautiful women who have been through my hands to remind me of them.(At least those that that have not been taken by the police or their relatives) I thus decided to wait for a suitable body, dress her up in the various clothes I have collected over the years and try to make her look like the dead women who have by now been dead and buried for years.

I got my chance when a young woman who was out partying one night got caught in a stampede at the disco because of a false fire alarm and was suffocated to death. Her body was totally undamaged besides a bluish tinge on her face and lips. I also noticed that someone had tried to take off her clothes as her spaghetti strap was off one of her shoulders, revealing a sexy pink bra covering her shapely breasts. I stripped off her clothes, leaving her clad in her bra and undies. She was slim and fit looking and it was a real pity she dies so young. At least she will serve me well in death. I will dress her up in 7 different set of clothes left by former patients as a tribute to my favourite ladies. Before that of course, I had great pleasure having sex with her hot and unresisting body, the smell of perfume still fresh on her cooling body. She was a virgin and her hymen ruptured with my initial thrust, with her blood flowing out between her legs. She gave me a very good blow job as well, without any gagging as she obediently swallowed all my cum. When I was done, I wiped her clean and prepared to get started on my little fancy dress party.

First, I decided to dress her up in the clothes of the woman who was strangled, raped and left dressed up in her house by the Kosmetics Killer.. She fit the clothes quite well and I help her apply a thick layer of make up so she looks just like the original victim. I even used cosmetics to give her neck a bruised appearance. I gave her some intense post mortem mouth to mouth kissing and breast compressions in a mock attempt to resuscitate her but of course it was to no avail.

Next, I put her in the sports bra and shorts of the female student who drowned when her raft capsized. They smelled dank and unpleasant but looked great after I dressed her in them. They were a bit small for her but it made her look very sexy. I also tied up her hair in a pony tail like the student and proceeded to French kiss her and flicked her cute tongue around her mouth.

The next set of clothes was the cheerleading costume worn by the lightning strike victim. I could still detect a sweaty smell coming from the costume and it increased her allure. When I was done, she looked so pristine yet helpless wearing that skimpy outfit. I could not resist it but to carry her and swing her limp body around for a while before pulling up the short cheerleading skirt and thrusting my penis into her, ejaculating almost instantly.

The fourth set of clothes was the bikini worn by the tsunami victim. I have not washed them since 9 years ago and they smelled really bad but then so had the tsunami victim when she was first brought in so it recreated her nicely. I remembered that she was quite grossly bloated up so I decided to use my hose to force water into her mouth. Soon, her belly was bloated with water. As I lay on her body, my weight forced out water from her mouth. I kissed her and swallowed the water that she vomited into my mouth. I fell asleep after that.

The next day was a Sunday so I had the whole day to myself with her before her relatives came back to collect her the next day. She was dead for a day before she was delivered to me and I had spent one day and night without embalming her (her family did not want her to be embalmed) and I did not put her in the freezer so she has started to decompose a bit. I could smell a slight aroma of rot coming from her mouth and body. However, this did not deter me from my task and instead aroused me even more. She had 3 more sets of clothes to go through before I start dressing her up in her own burial clothes.

Next up, I decided to dress her up in the clothes left by another drowning victim since she already had a distended belly. I took out the clothes of the woman who was knocked unconscious, raped and left to drown at the beach. Her clothes too stank of sea water as I pull them over the woman. They fit her snugly. Her belly did not look bloated enough as I have forced out too much water the previous night so I forced more water into her mouth I think I overdid it as she looked pregnant but extremely attractive, given my liking for pregnant corpses. I hugged her body close and stroke her swollen belly anyway as I entered her and filled her with my lust, forcing out water from her mouth and nose as I did so.

The 6th costume was the one worn by the woman who was raped and drowned in her bath, and then had her body made up and dressed and placed on her bed for her boyfriend to discover. I dressed her up in the black top and brown skirt worn by the victim and applied a lot of make up onto her face. She got a lush and ripe look when I am done, with her water bloated belly and over made up but still attractive face.

The final clothes I planned for my dead beauty was the one by the depregnanted lady. When I received her body back then, her fetus had already been removed. I wanted to see how she would have looked pregnant so I clothed her in the maternity dress and still blood stained pants worn by the original victim. I then pumped more water into her belly to make her look heavily pregnant. Finally, I gave her a 'bruise' on her neck with cosmetics. She looked lovely indeed. I lifted her body up and licked her pretty, sleeping face. Then I had sex with her hot corpse again, enjoying the slight aroma of decay and her slightly greenish complexion. Remembering how I drank the milk of the original victim, I sucked on her beautifully perky breasts which were, of course, milkless but still enjoyable.

Finally, I am done. I stripped her off all her clothes and gave her a good wash, making sure I left no trace of myself on any part of her body. I also forced out the water that is still swelling up her abdomen. I then dressed her up in the white tank top and jeans that her family wanted her to be buried in. She looked worn and tired (I felt the same too after the pleasure we had) and her belly was slightly bloated with gas from decomposition. She had also turned slightly greenish. After a few more hours, I had restored her slim look and made her look alive and pretty once more. She looked so pretty I entered her once more, leaving a part of me inside her forever. She may have died a virgin but she would be buried pregnant with my sperm.

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Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...

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Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...

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Memories The Beginning

Memories- Beginnings This is not so much a story but more a collection of memories of my life. I write this for a variety of reasons. First, like everyone else, I want to be remembered in the future. So, this will be my legacy. Second, because I want to help others, it is my hope this will encourage those of you who are facing challenges as you progress along your journey into womanhood. Remember, the path to womanhood is not always easy. And lastly, I hope to inspire those who are...

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Memories of Joseph

Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things...

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Memories Of Joseph

Note : This story is completely fictional! Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 16-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching...

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Memories

The Personalia noticed that they were becoming uncomfortable. They put this down to Governor Bob Kempe of the planet Rehome, and his enthusiastic support of their race. He kept telling everyone he met how kind and helpful the Personalia were. He made them out to be the ideal race to be partnered with - friends to be admired and praised; a defence force without parallel; a source of technical and financial wizardry; the perfect complement to human ingenuity and pushiness. That upsetting...

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Memories

Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....

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Memories of Flight 109

Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...

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Memories of A Gay Boy part 3 Vanilla

Introduction: Memories of a gay boy part 3! wait for the last part! Intro: In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa…kimi no…vanilla rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang its tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like...

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MEMORIES 8 Masterbate for me

The majority of uploaders are non-native speakers of English and most misspell "masturbate""Masterbate" implies 'bating' on orders of a Master, which invokes my MEMORIES of three slavesMaty is my female friend in Uruguay - a lovely looking lady with a topjob handling airtrafficMaty loves to pretend she is my slave but not very good at it, showing thus indirect disrespectMaty informed me in the beginning about her two teen slave girls, both so hot and eager to learnMaty offered them both to me...

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Memories

I do not pretend to be a writer, but I just thought I`d scribble down some memories. This is`nt fiction, just a small part of my personal history.Some things happened in the dark ages, othersnot so long ago, but everyone of them is etched in my memory and I can still remember it like it happened yesterday. [/First Timesb]My first real open mouth kiss was when I was about f******n and not being real sex, I don`t suppose it is against the law to state that age here.We were...

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MemoriesPt 2

As I slowly caressed Angela’s ass, the memory that almost made this impossible came flooding back!The simple act of running a finger up and down her ass conjured up memories of the exact same thing only with Elena and not Angela.We worked together more since that night at her party. I later discovered that Elena was now in charge of scheduling and that was the reason we had so many closing shifts together.After the night of the party, she would walk past me, smile, and say, WOW. That became our...

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MemoriesChapter 5

Over the course of the next couple of days, Candy and I moved back into the house we grew up in, although now we were sharing a room. There wasn’t quite enough space for us to put our stuff in. I had to move into the room the dresser from the second bedroom. We each had a dresser now and we shared the closet. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later. We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the...

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MemoriesChapter 6

I took off the next week from painting. Pat came by to give me my check from the showing. He stopped to talk to Mom – they started up like the old friends whom they were. Candy and I left them alone. Candy told me to not tell Mom about what she felt about Pat. I took Candy on a vacation, after getting Mom’s assurance it was OK for us to go and leave her by herself for a while. We went to Alaska first, a place I always wanted to experience. We traveled together, as if we were a married...

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