Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: thomas@McRCIM.McGill.EDU (Thomas Jelonek)
Subject: Last Rights (story)
Keywords: necrophilia, bestiality, incest, 
Organization: McGill Research Centre for  Intelligent Machines
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 92 01:26:50 GMT


This is an original story written by my two-fisted-fuck-beast. This is
the first story in this genre she has written so we are very
interested in any comments or impressions you may have. Please email
any feedback you may have to me. Hopefully, this will be the first of
many such stories.




			   Last Rights

		         Bracken Ter Braak


Anna arrived at the emergency room in shock. Everything seemed to be
going so fast and she seemed to be disoriented and lost though she
hadn't cried. God knows why, but she just couldn't cry. As she's
pacing the length of the corridor, trying to figure out if it's all
just a horrible dream, the doctor enters with a hollow expression.
Sensing her fear he puts his arm around her. He silently leads her to
the morgue. What a cold place, and it reeked! The smell was almost
enough to make Anna feel squeamish. The doctor walks over to the table
and with one finger pulls at the sheet -- with the same finger he
beckons her -- working his jaw he watches her. Gathering her courage,
she walks over and gazes at the thing beneath the sheet the doctor has
revealed.  Nearly fainting, she grasped the table and solemnly stated,
``Yes, that's him.'' Hardly believing the thing before her, she asks
for a few moments alone with the body. As she shuts the door, she
recalls how she had just dined with him less than a week ago. She
locks the door.

She stares at his hands and remembers how secure they used to make her
feel. She's surprised that the temperature of his body is not actually
that cold. As she runs her hands over his face she thinks of how
beautiful the features once were -- now she looks into shallow eyes
and a distorted face. She wonders how long he must've suffered before
he died. Bringing her head closer to that of her own `daddy dearest'
she smiled and licked the side of his rotted face. Something must've
gone off in her head to make her oblivious to what she just did. She
started to pull back the sheet covering his dead nudity.  What a
handsome body he's had all these years. She remembers him once in the
shower, how he just stood there and looked as she joined him, not
objecting - almost encouraging.

More or less roughly caressing his flesh, she notes the colouring. He
has a yellowish, blue/green hue. She presses down on his chest
expelling the gases that the deathbed had welled up inside him. From
the look of him, she thought it must've been more than just three and
a half days before they had found his brains splattered all over the
wall of that old house. Well, it had been really hot that year in
North Carolina, it must be one of the most humid states. She remembers
when she was a little girl how she would run around naked through the
yard. And she remembers the dog her dad had bought for her - Measles -
he was a dalmation. She loved that dog. At the age of seven, she had
already taught him to lick her little twat, afterwards he would always
pop his jaws, and pull at his chain trying to get more. She also
remembers how she felt hot and embarrassed when her mother had called
her to 'come out from behind that doghouse and put some clothes on
before your father gets here!'. Yes, that damned dog. She had always
imagined that it was Measles humping her ass instead of having that
goddamned Barbie doll up there. For a long while, as she masturbated,
she found it almost impossible to cum without thinking of that dog.
Oh, well. She still has her ...

Now realizing that he's actually dead, she's frenzied. She starts to
take off her clothes and climbs on top of him. She knew it would be
hard to get his dead cock inside of her, seeing as all the blood had
been drained by that self-inflicted bullet. That gun, she always felt
strange about a .38 Smith and Wesson. Finally, pushing her fingers
along each side of the shaft, she gets it inside. She can't feel it
very well, but just the sensation of having it there was more than
enough. She'd already started playing with her clit, and was on the
verge of cumming when she bucked too hard and it came out. That pissed
her off. She starts yelling and slapping her father so hard that
little pieces of his flesh come flying off. ``You dumb motherfucking
bastard - you were no good when you were alive and now, you're
goddamned pathetic!''.

She's severely aroused, so she hops off the table, looks for something
and comes back with a pair of scissors. She clips off his cock. ``I've
always wanted to do that.'' She contemplates her next move, she
definitely has to cum, but how?  After studying his body for a few
moments, she grabs a knife. She starts to cut away at his flesh
revealing tiny larvae. That doesn't bother her because she knows she
has to cum, NOW. She picks up his arm and starts sawing away at the
wrist. She loves the sound of the knife grinding at the cartilage and
bones. He had rather large hands and she knew it was impossible to get
his knuckles inside of her. It's taking a long time but she has to ...
She hears a knock at the door and fakes a whimpering, ``Just a little
more time, please. I loved him so much!'' Looking back at her father's
face, she growls, ``I guess you thought you'd get out of this, didn't
you?''. Climbing back up on his now peeling body, she can feel the
maggots through the skin. That makes her so wet. After finally
succeeding with the ever-so-dull knife which seemed to be placed there
for the sole purpose of sawing dead limbs for sexual pleasures (ha),
she tries to gather saliva into her mouth.

She perches herself off to the side in which the hand was severed, she
drools onto the stump, slowly working it into her cunt, she gets it in
just past her lips. This obviously feels better than the now severed
penis from the way she starts to moan with impeccable technique. She's
now rocking back and forth, pushing the arm further inside. She's up
to the elbow now, and remembering the dead hand, she picks it up and
starts to suck on the fingers. The sucking turned into biting -- now
her tongue can feel the smooth hardness of the bones. She proceeds to
snap each of them in two -- stopping only to suck out the marrow. The
one finger remaining was the one on which he still donned the wedding
band. This finger she inserts into her anus, which has always been an
erogenous zone.  Obviously from the wild bucking, she's highly aroused
and is on the verge of cumming, yes, she's now cumming ... so hard ...
and so good.  This must be the best orgasm of her life. She screams,
and starts ranting about how good it feels, and yelling, ``This is all
the respect you deserve! This is what you get for leaving me like
this!  You fucking bastard, now you know how my mother felt all these
years!  She hated it when you fucked her, and she hated you!''. These
stinging words that would've once broken her father's heart now fall
into meaningless sounds reverberating off of the dead silence. And the
realisation that nobody really cares floods her heart with tears, and
her mind with rage. She reaches the knife, and in a final act of fury
stabs his heart, and randomly slices off pieces of flesh which fly
everywhere. This, however isn't enough to satisfy her, so she starts
bucking again, and with so much emotion inside, she finds it
impossible to escape from a second cumming. Now as she bounces so
hard, she can feel her vagina pushing out so much of the juices now
covering his whole arm. Still holding the knife in her hand, she
starts to stab him for every time her pussy contracts. There must be
at least twenty holes in him by now. She really came so well.

She climbs down, gives her father one last glance and embrace, and
dresses. She walks out to a very concerned looking doctor who tries to
muster up a tear while shaking his head and saying, ``He always was a
good man.'' and her reply is, ``And he still is.''. It was a closed
casket funeral.