Memories of a Mortician

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From the mortician's notes

The most tragic cases I deal with are those involving pregnant women. It felt wrong that someone so looking forward to bringing new life into the world would die with her child. This did not make pregnant corpses less attractive to me. Indeed, I find that pregnant corpses exude a special charm. Of the several pregnant cases I have dealt with, the most needless and tragic death was when a 4 months pregnant woman choked and died while having dinner at a restaurant. Apparently, some boys who were running around bumped into her, causing her to inadvertently swallow the entire dumpling that she was chewing on, which obstructed her windpipe.

I heard that she could have been saved if her husband had used the Heimlich on her immediately but he apparently was afraid of hurting his unborn baby so he just gave her ineffectual mouth to mouth breathing until medics arrived later. By the time they Heimliched the bread out of her mouth, it was too late. I could have assigned the case to my assistants but I when I heard that the patient was young and pretty. I decided to take a look myself. When I pulled back the sheet covering the body, I saw the bluish face of a very pretty and very dead woman. She was only clad in a pair of black panties so I could see her pregnant belly and breasts jutting up at me seductively. For pregnant bodies, we will usually follow the family’s wishes of how to deal with the baby. For this case, the victim’s husband had requested that the fetus remain in her body and that they will be buried together. They have also requested that she not be embalmed as they did not want to cut her up so all I had to do was to dress her up and make her look alive again. Of course that is not all that I would do.

I made sure that I was alone in the room and then locked the doors. I took off my clothes and lay on top of her. Her rounded belly felt good against my body. I stroked her lovely face and smelled her hair as I pulled off her underwear and soon I was impregnating her dead womb. I was careful not to be too rough on her body as I did not want to force out her fetus which would have been quite messy and hard to explain as she was not yet decomposed enough for a coffin birth.(Refer to Case 11 below). When I was spent, I washed her corpse thoroughly, holding up her naked body next to mine as we took a shower together.

After drying both of us, I took out a bra, a blue tube top and a long purple dress from the bag that came with her. I pulled the bra over her pregnancy enlarged breasts, I held up her body to slip the tube top over her to hide her cleavage from prying eyes during her funeral. I then pull the dress over her. It was not a maternity dress but her family insist that she be dressed in this for her funeral. Therefore, she ended up with a prominent baby bump pushing uncomfortably against her dress. I then helped her put on a pair of shoes. Next, I combed and styled her beautiful hair so it stretched out beautifully behind her head. Finally, it was time for make up. I used a cream coloured foundation to cover her bluish face and red lipstick to give some colour to her purplish lips.. I gave her a quick kiss on her cold and soft lips. After applying eye shadow and spraying her with a bottle of perfume, she looked lovely and ready for her funeral.

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Kosmetics Killer Komics Komission Victim #6 Special Preview part 1

I am currently getting gambryance to continue with the Kosmetics Killer Komics Komission series and #5 will soon be ready. I couldn’t stand the wait so in the meantime, I got Riki to do a preview for #6. For longtime followers, you would know that Victim#6 is the step niece who was raped, dressed in bikinis and then drowned in the pool before her body was dressed back up and made up.


The full story can be found posted under earlier versions and will also be posted whe n gambryance finishes the whole set. To um it up, the Kosmetics Killer went to the house where his 19 year old step niece was staying (the rest of her family was on vacation). He chloroformed her, then raped her. He then dressed her in bikinis and threw her into the pool to fake her drowning. But his lust got the better of him. After she drowned, he dragged her out of the pool, gave her post mortem cpr for fun and then raped her corpse. He then dressed her back up in her dress and applied make up to her bluish face before leaving her nicely laid upon the floor for her family to discover.

The first panel shows her after she has been dressed back up. The killer purposely left her bikinis on beneath her dress (you can see the green straps) as he thinks she looks sexy in them

The second panel shows her after the killer has applied make up on her to make her look more demure.

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:psycholady:IS THIS FOR REAL? ARE YOU A REAL MORTICIAN OR A PSYCO? NOT SURE WHAT TOO MAKE OF THIS THREAD . WOULD TAKE DAYS TO READ ALL ONE WAS ENOUGH
 
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From the transcript of the interrogation of Gary Chan, a.k.a. ‘The White Top Killer’ after his arrest

Investigating Officer (IO): Tell me about what made you kill all these women.

Gary Chan (GC): I have always wanted to be a normal man leading a normal life.Things was going well for me just a while ago. Until my fiancée took off with another man. We had been together for 6 years and was about to get married. Imagine the pain and shame I felt. And also the longing I had for her. Her hot, sexy body, deceptively sweet face, long straight hair and the white coloured tops she always liked to wear. I would fantasize about her whenever I see someone looking like or dressing like her. Fantasize about how I would take her one more time before ending her life. So you see, what happened to those women was not my fault. She made me kill them when she decided to leave me.

IO: Right. Can you tell me what you did to the first woman?

GC: I was walking along the street one evening just after sunset. Probably a month after that bitch left me. In front of me walked a nicely dressed couple. They looked like they were going to a dinner party. Even without seeing her face, the woman looked extremely attractive. She was wearing a white dress which was tight enough to show her sexy, feminine body. Her long hair was tied up in cute looking ponytail with a pink ribbon and she was wearing pink shoes. From behind, she appeared to be in her early twenties. And she reminded me of that bitch. I followed behind them and saw them walking into a shop that sells customized furniture. I stood outside and saw them sitting down and talking to the salesperson inside. I saw her face for the first time and it was a face worthy of her body. Worthier in fact. I had seldom seen a prettier woman than her. I decided at that moment that she must pay for that bitch’s sins. But there was no way I could get to her as long as she is inside the shop and with her male companion around.

IO: So what did you do next?

GC: I was about to walk off in disappointment when suddenly, the woman stood up and walked towards the exit where I was at. I couldn’t believe my luck and quickly took out my phone and pretended to talk on it. She walked pass me, and I could smell the fragrance of her hair as it swished past my face and also the alluring smell of her perfume. I was delighted to see that she was walking alone to the dimly lit and deserted car park behind the shop, probably to fetch something from their car. I don’t know if she would find what she was looking for but I was sure I have found the perfect opportunity I was waiting for.

IO: You decided to kill her there and then?

GC: There was no thought of killing at that time. I just wanted to hold her, touch her and have sex with her against her will to punish her for leaving me. Or rather punish the memory of that bitch. Deep inside I knew this woman has not done anything o me but too bad she there at the wrong time and I couldn’t resist it.

IO: What did you do next?

GC: I followed her while still talking on my phone. It was already quite dark so I don’t think any one can see me. She walked to the car park leaving the scent of her sweet perfume trailing behind her which I sniffed in lustfully as I followed behind her. As she reached her car, she stopped to take out the keys. I don’t know why I did it but I went up behind her and tapped her on one sexy, exposed shoulder. She turned around in surprise and I delivered a hard punch to her cheek Her head jerked back as she gave a cry of pain before slamming into her car with the force of my blow. Her head slowly slumped forward and I could see her look vacantly at me briefly before her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious into my arms. The handbag she was holding fell to the ground.

IO: Carry on.

GC: I quickly picked up her bag and dragged her down some steps into the tunnel where the underground canal was. She was limp and soft and smelled really good, I remember. AT the side of the canal, I laid her on the ground and started to fondle and lick her in the dim light. She so pretty and helpless!

IO: Did you know that the victim was nearly 3 months pregnant?

GC: I had no ideas though I remembered her belly seemed a bit bloated. I thought it was because she just had a full meal. Now that I know she was pregnant, I regret my actions a bit. But she really was so hot! I lifted up her skirt and pulled down her undies, exposing her vagina which looked fresh and clean. I then entered her and made love to her. She seemed so willing and yielding.

IO: Err… She was unconscious right?

GC: Probably yes but she seemed to nod and even sighed a few times as I was entering her! After 20 minutes or so, I was spent. I saw that I had caused her vagina to bleed from my rough actions.

IO: She suffered a miscarriage from your vigorous thrusting actions on her abdomen.

GC: I didn’t meant it. Anyway, I decided to dress her up and then put makeup on her face to give her a slutty look so that when she was discovered later, people would know what a cheap slut she was. After wiping all the blood from her vagina with some newspapers I found in the tunnel in case you get my DNA from it, I pulled her undies and dress back properly. Then I took a cosmetics pouch from her bag and applied lipstick, eye shadow, blusher and mascara for her. She looked like a whore after that. A really attractive whore. I was pleased.

IO: So why did you kill her?

GC: I knew that if she woke up, she would continue to seduce and destroy other men. So I decided to end her life. I simply kicked and prodded her with my foot until she fell into the canal. She disappeared beneath the murky surface almost immediately. I think it was rather deep. I then left. Two days later, I read that her corpse had been discovered the day before and also found out where her funeral would be held. I decided to see how she looked in her coffin and if she was still slutty. To my delight, she was dressed in a conservative long sleeved shirt and long ankle length skirt. She still looked pretty but no longer slutty and it’s all thanks to me!

IO: Let’s stop here for now.

From the transcript of the statement of A. Kunalan (AK), the cleaner who found the body of the first victim.
AK: That morning, I was tasked with clearing the dead leaves and litter at the iron grates of the canal. To my surprise, I saw what appeared to be a woman floating face down at the surface, caught against the grilles of the grate. I quickly used my stick with a hook attached to hook onto her white dress and pulled her towards the canal bank. I stretched her out and saw that she appeared dead. Her face and lips were bluish and there was mud all over her body. She looked pregnant as her belly was all swelled up like a balloon but I knew that it was probably due to the water she swallowed while drowning. There was also a foamy, creamy liquid dripping out from her nose. decided to try to revive her anyway. I learnt in my hometown that to revive a drowned person, I need to force out all the water she has swallowed. Then she can breathe again. I pushed down hard on her bloated belly and a stream of muddy water gushed out from her mouth and nose. By this time, a small crowd had gathered around me. Before I could press on her still swollen belly again, a young man who claimed he knew first aid stopped me and started to kiss the woman and press on her breasts, saying that that was the correct way of rescuing her. I had my doubts but decided to let him continue as I didn’t want to get into any trouble. I saw that the woman remained lifeless until the ambulance came and put her into a bag.

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From the interrogation transcript of Gary Chan, a.k.a. ‘The White Top Killer’ after his arrest

Investigating Officer (IO): Now tell me about the second victim.

Gary Chan (GC): I was at the mall having my lunch when I saw a young couple buying coffee at the café opposite me. The woman was young, hot and dressed in a tight fitting sleeveless dress with a white top and black skirt. She looked like the slut who betrayed me and I decided that she cannot be allowed to live. I followed them around the mall, watching her make small seductive actions to seduce the men around her even though her boyfriend was with her. I knew that that guy would end up being betrayed like me eventually so I knew I had to help him.

IO; How did you managed to abduct the girl?

GC: Well I got lucky. She told her boyfriend in that sweet , seductive slutty voice of hers that she lefty her phone in his car and wanted to go and get it. He offered to get it for her but she insisted on going alone. Luckily for me. I followed her to the dimly lit car park she walked towards a dark corner where her boyfriend’s car was. AS I followed behind her, I could smell the sick yet seductive aroma of the perfume she sprayed on herself to attract other men and I got all flustered. She reached her car and opened the passenger door. I quickly closed the distance, my hands already holding on tight to the thin leather belt that I brought with me for this purpose. At the last instant, she probably heard me and started to turn around but I already had swung the belt over her head and tightened it like a garrotte. Her gasp was choked off by the belt as I held her body close to mine. I could feel the bump of her sweet ass pressing against me and I rubbed my nose in her long hair and smelled the fresh seductive scent of her hair. Smells just like that bitch.

IO: You were doing all these in an open car park?

GC: Like I said, that corner was dark and deserted. When she finally went limp, I dragged her into her boyfriend’s car onto the passenger seat where she slumped helplessly. I then drove off with her to the park nearby. Along the way, she started to wake up and I had to stop the car and strangle her unconscious again. I was careful not to strangle her too long as I did not want to kill her until I have my way with her cheap body. There no the cars at the parking lot next to the park. I drove to the furthest corner and then dragged her out of the passenger seat and stretch her out on the back seat. I pulled down her sexy looking dress, revealing the virgin white bra and black panties beneath. How deceptive she looked, lying there so vulnerable and open. I could almost believe that she was an innocent young virgin.

IO: In fact she was. At her autopsy, it was found out that her hymen was intact before you raped her.

GC: It doesn’t really matter. She would have become a slutty whore eventually. I strangled her for a while more to make sure she would remain unconscious for a while more. Then I entered her repeatedly while madly kissing and licking on her face. I guess she would have enjoyed it if she was awake. When I was done, I tried to find her bag as I wanted to help her put on slutty make up but it wasn’t in the car. She must have dropped it when I abducted her just now. Fortunately I came prepared. I took out a pouch of cosmetics from my backpack and gave her some cheap looking purple eye shadow, bright red lipstick and pink blusher. Soon, she looked like a proper whore. I pulled her dress up and carried her over to the front seat of the car. I then took out a rubber hose from my nag and connected it to the exhaust pipe of the car. Then I slightly lowered the passenger side window of the car and placed the open end of the hose through the gap. I then started the engine of the car and walked off after making sure all the doors and windows of the car were tightly shut, except for the gap letting in the hose.

IO: So you left her to die of carbon monoxide poisoning.

GC: Yes, she deserved it. Haven’t she seduced me into abducting her and then having intercourse with her? I knew she would probably be discovered the next day so I hung around the area until around 8am the following morning when I heard many sirens going towards the park. I ran there along with many other curious onlookers. I saw police forcing opening the doors and medics carrying out the stiffening body of the woman. I couldn’t believe it but I swear she was blushing even though she was dead. Her whole face and even body looked pink! And there was some delicious looking foam dripping from her mouth and nose. She still looked prettily made up thanks to me but her lips were a bit purplish.

IO: Err.. that’s what happens when someone dies of carbon monoxide poisoning.

GC: Is it? Whatever. I saw one medic trying to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation while another fondled her breasts while pretending to do CPR before their superior shouted at them to stop it as she was clearly and irrevocably dead. So you see now the wisdom of my actions. Even in death, she had the ability to seduce two men to feel her up.

IO: Do you have anything else to add?

GC: 2 days later, I attended her funeral just to see how she would be dressed. It was an open casket funeral and to my disappointment, she was back to her old ways. She was clad in a revealing sleeveless blue dress that showed off her cleavage and also two patches of skin below her breasts. Make up has been applied to her face and her hair had been styled to give her a somewhat sexy look. What a slut. Some people just never learn. So I went up to her coffin and gave her breasts a quick squeeze while no one was looking. They felt really good!

IO: That will be enough for now.

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From the written confession of Gary Chan aka The White Top Killer


Today I took my revenge on another woman. She was actually a neighbour living on the same floor of my apartment. I didn’t know her name but I guess she was around 25 years old and was rather pretty. We have smiled and said hi a few times since her family shifted in a few months ago but I always saw her as a simple and innocent girl, dressed modestly and not a slut like my fiancée. So I had no desire to punish her. Until today.


I was at the grocery shop a block away from my apartment and have joined the queue. When I looked up, I saw her standing in front of me. She was wearing a sexy white Red Bull tanktop with Thai words on it. I could see a slip of pink bra showing from one of the top’s arm holes. Damn slut. And she was wearing very short FBT shorts. I can totally imagine my fiancée wearing this type of clothes to seduce other men. The anger rose within me and I decided that I will take her today and teach her a fatal lesson in how she shouldn’t dress like a slut. When she turned around after her purchase and walked pass me, she smiled and said hi. I put on a forced smile and asked her what she was getting and she told me that the rest of her parents were off travelling and so she was getting some stuff to cook for lunch. That was all I needed to know. She was alone and vulnerable. She said she would be getting more things from the store next door, When she left, I quickly ran towards my apartment, ran inside and hid behind my door, leaving it slightly ajar. Then I looked through the peephole at her apartment which was directly across the hallway from mine, waiting for her to return.


Soon, she walked up the stairs and towards her door, her hips swaying seductively from side to side. It will end today for her. As she was getting her keys from her bag, I quietly opened my door and walked across the hall way behind her. I clamped my right hand over her mouth and nose and my left arm around her flat but nicely soft midriff. I could feel her breasts pressing on my arm in a vain attempt to seduce me. She struggled and tried to scream but I could only hear whimpers as my hand was covering her mouth. I was too strong and quick for a slut like her. In no time, I had pulled her into my apartment and have kicked my door shut. Shortly after, she went limp in my arms, smothered unconscious by me.


I lay her out on the floor and enjoyed the sight of her sexy curves and sleeping face. Once I could have loved someone like that but now there is only hatred and rage. I knelt beside her and pulled down her shorts and undies. I then crawled onto her body and penetrated her while I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing with all my strength. Soon, her face turned blue and her chest stopped moving. I thrust and rocked while squeezing hard and after a while, I was spent and she was bleeding. I pulled off her top which was now pretty wet from both her sweat and mine. I then carried her increasingly bluish body onto my bed and for the next half a day or so I taught that bitch a few lessons on how not to be so slutty. I turned the air con down really low to ensure that she will be kept fresh. I have sent a few messages to her friends and family saying how she was going out of town for a while with her other friends so she won’t be missed while I was playing with her in my apartment.


Early the next morning at around 3 am, I woke up and pushed her cold and stiffening corpse off my body. It was time for disposal. I retrieved her clothes form the living room where they had lain since I stripped her. I dressed her back up and applied the usual slutty make up that I had prepared and soon she was looking as bitchy as when she was alive. I checked that the corridor was empty then I hugged her close to my body and walked towards her apartment. I opened her door with her keys and placed her onto her living room carpet. I then locked the door and went back to my apartment.


I attended her funeral a few days later to see how much she has learnt. Could have done better, I must say. She no longer wore skimpy clothes but she was still dressed rather too sexily. A sleeveless floral bra with a translucent strip across the top offered a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her skirt was knee length but very tight, showing off her sexy legs and butt. And her face was prettily made up like a whore. I have tried my best in any case.

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Back to the Kosmetics Killer

Victim #5
Oct 21 2010


The next victim was actually a neighbour of mine whom I have always admired from a distance. She was a tall and slim 20 year old student at a nearby university, with long flowing hair and a pretty face. I did not dare to do anything before as I was afraid of getting caught but it appeared that the police was actually quite useless as they still could not trace me to any of my previous four victims. I waited a month after the baby shower killing for the alarm to subside before I decided to act on this next target.


I knew that she stayed with her parents and that her parents often go on long holidays. So I carefully observed them and soon enough, I saw them drove off in their car with some travel luggage. Her time has come. I would need to act within the next couple of days before her parents return. I also had to get around the problem of her boyfriend. They went out on dates regularly and he would who come by every weekday morning to pick her up to school. My window of opportunity would therefore be between the time she returned home at night and the morning when her boyfriend arrives. I decided to act on a Sunday night.


That night, I parked my car on a lane close to her house and waited. At around 11PM, her boyfriend’s car appeared and they got off. She was wearing a body hugging blue spaghetti top and dark coloured pants and was looking really sexy. They hugged and kissed for a while at her door before she went in and he drove off. The sight of the guy feeling up her hot body stirred my desire to make her mine that night. I made sure no one was about and then walked towards her house. I could see her bedroom lights being switched on so I crawled in through one of the unlocked kitchen windows and walked quietly up the stairs towards that room. I liked to use tools that I find on site so I took a belt hanging from a clothes rack in another room to help me in my plan to render her lifeless.


Outside her door, I could hear her walking around and chatting on the phone with whom I supposed was her boyfriend. This would make it interesting. I thought it would be more exciting if I can kill her while her boyfriend hears everything on the phone. It would make him feel useless and helpless as his girl dies and gets raped by me. Of course, it would mean that I have to act fast as he would probably call the cops before rushing down. I slowly opened the door and saw that she was standing facing away from me, happily talking to her beloved about their date just now.. I held the belt in my hands and crept towards her. At the last minute, I wrapped the belt around her neck like a garrotte and tightened my hold. She gave a strangled gasp and dropped her phone onto the floor. I could hear her boyfriend’s voice asking worriedly what had happened. I ignored it and continued tightening the belt around her graceful neck. She clawed at the belt desperately as I held her sexy struggling body against mine. My strength was too much for her however and she soon succumbed to the lack of oxygen by collapsing limply into my arms. I held on for a couple of minutes before loosening my hold on the belt and lowering her soft, yielding body to the floor.



I could see that her face is now slightly bluish and a pretty red strangulation mark adorns her pretty neck. I pulled down the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pulled them down, revealing her strapless black bra. Her breasts were not huge but perky and cute looking. I took off her top and then proceeded to pull down her pants and revealed a matching pair of black undies. Those were soon pulled down as well and finally, her cleanly shaved young vagina was bared to me, lying open and vulnerable to my incoming attack. Time was running out so I pulled off my pants and plunged into her without hesitation. She must have been a virgin as she was very tight. To think that she have denied her boyfriend sex for so long just to reserve it for me. I could almost feel sorry for him. As I repeatedly pushed in and out of her body, I could see that her face has turned rather bluish which somehow made her look even more beautiful. I pulled her bra off her right breast and cup it lovingly in my hands and sucked on her exposed nipple. A nipple that was never to produce milk, I thought with a sense of bitter sweetness. I then kissed her on her open lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth, feeling her small even teeth and limp, wet tongue as I ejaculated into her.


I then stood up and saw that she like all the women I have had sex with so far, was bleeding from her vagina. I must try to be more gentle with them in future. Anyway, I decided that there was probably no time to dress her back up so I decided to leave her lying half naked and just carry on with the cosmetics. This time, it was blue eye shadow, purple mascara and bright red lipstick. Some blusher completed the illusion that she was alive and all made up for a date, except for the strangulation marks and her half naked body of course. I felt that I should provide a review of my experience so I quickly scribbled “TIGHT!” on her thigh with lipstick, next to her bleeding vagina. I then quickly left and drove off.


I really wanted her to look her best when her boyfriend arrives. I hope he was not disappointed.

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Kosmetics Killer #6


Nov 5 2011


After the last attack, I had to lie low for some time as police stepped up patrols and young, pretty women started to take precautions like not being alone at home at night. The woman and her colleague also gave information about my appearance to the police. Fortunately they did not see much especially since I was masked so it didn’t get anywhere. Still, I had to wait for more than a year before the next opportunity was available. And this time, she was someone close to me. She was my step- niece. I had gone to her rich parents’ house for a family reunion when I saw her. The last time I saw her was around ten years ago and I did not take much notice of her as she was too young. Now however, she had blossomed into an achingly beautiful young woman.


The whole afternoon I was at her house, I was captivated by her looks. Her long hair swished with every movement of her head and I could smell the fragrance of it whenever we were near. Her spectacles instead of making her look brainy actually increased my desire as I wanted to see how she would look without them. Her light pink dress also seemed to enhance the shape of her body. I thought I wouldn’t have a chance with her until I heard that she would be left alone in the house as everyone else would be driving to the countryside for a holiday later that night. I’ll make sure she would not be lonely.


A few hours later, when I knew that the rest of the family was gone, I drove back to the house. I had no intention to kill her this time as she was my distant relative. So I brought along a bottle of chloroform I stole from a laboratory a few months ago after my last killing. There was no need to break into the house so I simply pressed on the doorbell and waited for her to answer. The door opened and I was greeted by the same vision of loveliness I have seen earlier that day. She was still in the pink dress and she looked a little surprised to see me. I told her I have left something behind so she invited me in with a smile.


I walked in and shut the door behind me. I then took out the chloroformed soaked cloth in my pocket, stepped behind her and clamped it tight over her face while my other hand grabbed hold of one of her breasts and held her against my body. I felt a rush of guilt as her struggles and whimpers grew softer and eventually stopped. She was out cold. It was the first time I used chloroform so I was quite glad that it worked as advertised. I lowered her onto the floor and removed the cloth from her face. Her lips were slightly parted and when I leaned forward to give them a kiss, I could detect the foul smell of chloroform. It didn’t prevent me from enjoying a long passionate kiss with the young unconscious beauty though. I then lifted up her smooth pink dress and pulled down her pair of black undies. Her vagina looked pristine and virginal. I licked and probed it with my tongue. She tasted really sweet.


I then pulled out my fully erect penis and raped her with uncontrolled lust as it has been very long since my last victim. I did it with me on top of her and then I changed position and flipped her onto my body instead. Her soft, fragrant hair covered my head and I kissed her uncontrollably. Finally, I stood up and held her in a sitting position impaled on top of my penis while I finally burst into her. If she became pregnant and gave birth, the baby would be my son and grandnephew. What an intriguing thought. She remained unconscious as I wearily lay her back down on the floor. Looking at her serenely sleeping face and bleeding vagina, I realized something to my horror. I must have been muddled by my lust and stupidly revealed myself to her before knocking her out. I felt a horrible sense of guilt as I realise what that would mean for her.


Once I decided to kill her, I set out to make the best of it. I wanted to try something different this time just to confuse the police. I would dress her in her own swim wear and leave her to drown in her own swimming pool next to the house. I chloroformed her again just to ensure that she would remain unconscious as I moved on to the next part of my plan. I went to her room and searched in her wardrobe. I found a set of skimpy green bikinis which I would have given anything to see her in. Now, it’s going to happen. I pulled off her dress, and bra and fondled her just ripened breasts for a few minutes while fingering her bloody vagina. I then wiped the blood clean and pulled the bikini bottom up her legs to fit snugly over her butt. I then tied the bikini top over her breasts. I then removed her glasses. She looks totally different and hot and it seems that she is ready for her midnight swim!


I carried her out towards the pool and took one last look at her unconscious but still alive face. I then lowered gently into the pool where she turned belly down and slowly sunk to the bottom of the pool, a stream of bubbles appearing from her mouth and nose.


I enjoyed the sight her drowning for around twenty minutes and was about to leave when I realised that by the time she was discovered in two days time when her family returned, she would become a bloated decomposing corpse. That would probably be too much for her parents to take and I could also not bear the thought of rendering this beauty into a rotting corpse. So there was only one thing I could do. I took off my clothes and jumped into the pool. Diving to the bottom, I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to the surface. I have always wanted to save a pretty woman from drowning so it was a great experience for me. I pulled her by the chin and swam towards the side of the pool. There, I pulled her dripping wet, bikini clad body up onto the pool edge.


Her lips and face were blue and I could see that her belly was distended from swallowing water. She was of course no longer breathing by then. I knew that CPR would be futile so I tried it on her just for fun. I gave her deep breast compressions and mouth to mouth French kissing which has always been a fantasy of mine. Her chest rose beautifully with each breath I forced into her dead lungs but deflated again when I removed my mouth from hers. I also tried to remove the water from her bloated belly by pressing hard onto it causing water to spray out from her mouth and nostrils. I had fun doing CPR and Heimlich on her beautiful drowned body for almost an hour and I was getting so aroused with this futile but sexy CPR that I pulled down her bikini and raped her corpse one more time. By then, she was very blue and was almost dry and her abdomen was flat once more.


I pulled her bikini bottom back on, carried her back into the house and placed her on her bed. I switched on the air con to slow down her decomposition so she would still look good when they discover her .I then dried her body and hair and helped combed her hair until it looked neat and tidy. I decided to keep her bra and undies as a souvenir so I left her bikinis on as I pulled her dress back over her body. I then applied a layer of foundation on her face to cover her bluish complexion. Next, I used blusher to give her a healthy flushed look. I then applied some bright pink lipstick, green eye shadow and purple mascara to complete her new post mortem look. Finally, I placed her glasses back on her face. I thought she looked prettier now than when she was alive.


It was really kind for her to provide so much enjoyment for her lonely step uncle.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Kosmetics Killer #7


Jan 8 2012


I was rather guilt ridden for a while after what I did to my pretty young and unsuspecting step niece. For a while, I tried to stop having dark thoughts about beautiful dead women but in the end, I could not control my lust. Two months after my step niece was drowned, I began to notice a very beautiful teacher working in a school nearby. She was beautiful in every way , sexy and graceful. She always dressed in a proper yet sexy manner which fuelled my desire for her all the more. For several weeks, I watched her every move and noticed that she leaves the school quite late on Thursdays for some reason. I therefore sneaked into the school one Thursday evening and proceeded to walk around to find her. The school was rather deserted by then. I was prepared to lie and say that I was a father looking for my son if anyone approached me but no one did.


Anyway, I spotted her walking out of her office towards the washroom at the end of the corridor. She was wearing a long black slinky sleeveless dress and she was looking really hot. I checked around to make sure there was no one around and no security cameras as well. I then walked towards the toilet and pushed the door open. She was standing with her back to me washing her hands but saw my reflection in the mirror. I only had seconds to act before she starts screaming and there was no time to prepare my chloroform or risk a karate chop which might not knock her out. I immediately ran forward, grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head into a water trough filled with slightly soapy water in the washroom, probably left by the cleaners. My other hand pushed down on her back to keep her body down.


She struggled hard but I managed to keep her head submerged and watched as her struggles grew weaker. The gurgling sound she was making, the scent of her perfume and the sensation of her body beneath my hand almost drove me mad with lust. After a couple of minutes, her hands fell limply to her sides and I could feel that she was dead weight in my hands. I pressed her head down in the water for a few more minutes before I pulled her head out of the trough and let her fall onto the floor with a thud. Her face has turned ashen but she was otherwise still a beauty. She must have gulped down a lot of water because her belly looks bloated and was pushing uncomfortably against her tight dress. There was also water dribbling out from her open mouth. I sat down behind her and cradled her body in my arms, enjoying the sight of soapy water dribbling down her mouth and smelling the sweet scent of her wet hair while kissing her and fondling her breasts.


By then she had turned rather pale and a little bluish. I lay her down flat on the ground and
noticed that her belt looked ready to burst as it was not meant to be tied around a swollen belly. Time to relieve her of her abdominal distension. I locked the washroom door, then straddled her body and bent forward to kiss her on her mouth while pressing my body onto her soft and bloated abdomen. Every time I pushed forward onto her, foamy water would gush out from her mouth and nostrils. This way, all the water forced out by my movement would spray into my mouth. It tasted slightly soapy and was sourish due to her gastric juices. Still, it made my day to share a drink with such a beauty. I continued applying pressure on her belly, forcing water out from her chest and stomach, until it was flat and she recovered her slimness. All this while, I was highly aroused and kissing and licking her all over her face and stroking her face and breasts.


I then bent down to check and found that she was not breathing. This means that she was ready for me. I pulled her dress halfway up. She was wearing a nice set of blue panties which I quickly pulled down. She was a neat person and her pussy was nicely shaved. I rammed my penis into her and started thrusting with urgency and speed as the school was not a very safe place for what I was doing. Soon after, my cum sprayed into her still warm pussy



I took a breather and admired her pretty face once more. Her face was now slightly bluish and her lips have turned slightly purplish. There was also frothy water streaming out from her open mouth. Looks like I have forced out water from her lungs as well as her stomach. I felt that since she has shared her drink with me, it is only right that I gave her a drink from me too. I placed my slowly hardening penis into her mouth and moved it in and out from her mouth. Her even, white teeth rasped against my penis, slightly painful but arousing. Soon, I could see her throat bulging with my fully erect penis. She gave me a truly great blowjob without a hint of gagging and my semen was soon flowing down her throat.


When that was done, it was time to work with the cosmetics. I used some napkins to wipe her face dry. I used some new violet coloured eye shadow on her with some purple mascara. Then I helped her apply some hot pink lipstick and blusher. She looked really great and somewhat alive. I then left the toilet and not a minute too soon as I bumped into a man who was going towards the male toilet next door. He gave a shout and chased me for a while before running back towards the toilet.

I found out later that the female teacher was found by the man, a colleague of hers, and successfully resuscitated by him, although she remained in a coma for a month. When she awoke, she broke off her wedding engagement and eventually married the colleague who saved her.

Well, some of them get away but I guess it will still serve as a lesson for teachers who are too beautiful and dress too sexy.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Kosmetics Killer # 8


Jul 24 2012

6 months later though, I received a most unexpected call one night. An unidentified man told me that he knew all about my activities and provided enough information about the last two murders that I have no doubt he had really been tracking my actions. Instead of simply blackmailing me, he gave me an offer I can’t refuse.


He told me that he worked for an organization that harvests ‘corpse oil’ for sale.


He will pay me a third of the sum up front, another third upon hearing of the murder in the news and the last part only when the witch doctor has checked the corpse and certified that she died under the proper conditions. I had no interest in this voodoo mumbo jumbo but 2/3 of the sum was already more than I could hope to earn for months so I quickly agreed. He then told me the conditions which are these as far as I can remember. As the syndicate would already have pre-selected the victim, the first 2 conditions are beyond my control. But I was told to strictly abide by the other rules.


3. The victim must die in fear.

4. I can kill her using any method but the victim’s body must be left intact and not dismembered, decapitated, burnt or otherwise damaged.

5. Her unborn fetus must remain in her body intact and not be removed either by me or by emergency C-Section so I must ensure that I do not stab her in the belly. At the same time, I must make sure that any hope of a post mortem Caesarean operation was nil by ensuring that she and the fetus would both be beyond any form of resuscitation or revival. I never use knives and my victims have all so far been beyond rescue so I guess this part won’t be too hard.

6. The last condition was a bit more challenging. I was not to have sex with her body before or after her death. She must remain untainted until the oil is retrieved. I would have to resist my urges and maybe settle for some fondling and kissing. Sigh.


I promised the man that I would do it. The call came just 2 days later, around early evening.


The man told me that a suitable target had been spotted at a supermarket around 5 miles away and I was to quickly drive over there and follow her to her house. I was then to judge if it was safe enough to kill her. I was told to look out for a pregnant woman in a white sleeveless top and black shorts. Shouldn’t be that hard to find. I grabbed a few of my ‘tools’ and sped over. When I arrived , I walked around for a while. Soon, I noticed a sexily dressed woman nearby. From the back, she looked rather slim, with a white tank top and visible black bra straps. She was also wearing black shorts that revealed her shapely thighs and legs.


When she turned around, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was actually heavily pregnant and her belly was bulging rounded and sexy and I could see the shape of her belly button pushed against her tank top. Her breasts were also enlarged by her pregnancy and were swollen with milk, and were appeared to be ready to spill out of her bra and top anytime. She did not have much makeup on other than some pink lip gloss but was the most beautiful pregnant woman I have seen since the baby shower victim. Looking at her face and sexy pregnant body, I nearly spontaneously ejaculated in my pants. She must be the target.


I followed her as she walked out of the supermarket and saw her getting into her car alone. Looks like it has been too long since my last killing and the people are getting complacent. I drove and followed her closely until she arrived at her house which was not too far away from where I lived. It was already getting dark but there were no lights on so there was probably no one at home. She opened the door and walked into the house. I went around the house and found an unlocked window on one side. I then took out my recently purchased highly realistic toy pistol and crawled inside.


I heard noises and light from the kitchen so I crept towards it. I saw the woman facing away from me, unpacking her groceries. I announced my arrival with a gentle knock on the wall. She turned around and I could see the surprised look on her gorgeous face gave way to shock and fear. Before she could start screaming, I pointed the fake pistol at her swollen belly and said that I would fire right at her unborn baby if she makes any sound or try to escape. She started to cry and tried to stifle her whimpering. She pleaded with me to spare her child. I could almost feel sorry for her. I knew that she might try to scream or put up a struggle if she knew I meant to kill her and her baby so I calmly I told her that I have nothing against her and her child and no one would be harmed if she follows my instructions.


I told her to walk towards me and I then handed her my trusty bottle of chloroform and a cloth and told her to soak the cloth with it. She knew I meant to knock her out and asked fearfully if her baby would be harmed by the fumes. I had absolutely no idea but I told her no anyway. I then told her to pass me the cloth and come up close to me. I stepped behind her and held her sexy feminine and ripe body close to mine with one around her belly and the other holding the chloroform soaked cloth near her head. Now I need to make her suffer from some fear and anguish as instructed by the syndicate. I thought they probably wouldn’t find out if I just kill her after I chloroformed her but then I wanted to be professional. As I held her close and tight against my body, I could smell the sweet scent of her hair and the light perfume she was wearing. I gave her a kiss on her neck and I told her gently that I was lying and that I would chloroform her and then kill her and her unborn baby while she was unconscious. I even told her that I had nothing against but some cult wanted her corpse oil.


As expected, she started to struggle and scream but I quickly clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth and held it tightly pressed against her face. She punched and twisted but I was too strong for her. I was careful to hold her above the bulge of her very pregnant belly as I did not want to damage the fetus or cause a premature abortion by squeezing out the fetus. Soon, she slumped unconscious into my arms, her lips slightly parted and looking really lovely. I lay her onto the floor and decided that I would try a new method of killing today. The Kiss of Death.


I kissed her on her lips and felt her last breath n my cheeks and then I pinched her nose shut while sealing my mouth over hers in a loving kiss, sucking air from her lungs.I slowly crawled onto her and lay down on her pregnant belly while continuing to smother her. To my surprise and unease, I felt her baby kicking me though its mother’s belly. It won’t do him any good, I thought sadly. It’s his (or her) mother’s fault for being too hot and beautiful. The kicking soon stopped and I noticed that the woman’s face has turned bluish. I kept up with the kissing and pinching of her nose for another 10 minutes while I relished the feeling of her soft and yielding body beneath me. I was also passionately French kissing her, flicking her wet and limp tongue around with mine. I then slowly released my hand and mouth from hers and heard her final sigh as her last breath of air escaped from her nose and mouth. It sounds like she was urging me on to take her .


I held up her pregnant body and pulled her top off. She was wearing a black bra which could barely contain her milk filled breasts. And I saw her round, pregnant belly it its full naked glory. It looked really large and swollen and I could not help but to kiss, lick and stroke it. I also popped her breasts our from her bra and squeezed them and suck on her nipples, tasting her still warm and sweet milk. I even let her try some of her own milk by kissing her after I suckled and spitting some milk back into her mouth.


I then decided to apply make up on her quickly before any one arrives. I held up her cooling body and pulled her bra back to cover her lovely looking breasts. I wanted to help preserve some of her modesty I supposed. I then started on my make up. For her, I selected a nce cream colored foundation, hot red lipstick, light purple eye shadow, blue mascara and black eyeliner. She was gorgeous when I was done.


By this time, my lust was raging within me but I had clear instructions not to defile her corpse. Still, nobody mentioned anything about a post mortem blowjob. I inserting my stiff and throbbing penis into her mouth and within seconds, she has been impregnated orally with my seed. The sight of her throat bulging as my cum shot into her is something I would never forget.


Suddenly, I heard a sound from the front door. Before I could react, a heavily built man came into the kitchen and saw what I was doing to his dead wife. I was literally caught with my pants down. To cut a long story short, her husband caught hold of me, beat me up and tied me to a chair before checking on his pregnant wife. Maybe he could have saved her if he tried to resuscitate her straight away but I must say that I enjoyed the sight of him giving his wife’s corpse intense but futile CPR, mixed with lots of kissing, caressing and crying on his part. It was noble of him to give mouth to mouth to his wife’s cum filled mouth. It was so erotic and arousing that I did not mind when he came over and beat me nearly to death when he gave up on resuscitating her.


Now I sit on death row, with nothing to do but fantasize about my 8 lovely victims , drawing their pictures from memory and writing about what I did to them. I wonder what happened to the body of the pregnant woman and if the corpse oil syndicate ever got their hands on her. Anyway, if this ever falls into your hands, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have writing and drawing it.



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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Factual Note: In certain Asian countries, it is believed that ‘corpse oil’ or liquid collected by burning the chin of a pregnant corpse with a small flame, possesses great power which can be used in black magic rituals. .


The best corpse oil should be obtained from a corpse which fulfils the following criteria:

1. The victim must be young and attractive and a first time mother to be.

2. The victim must be as close to delivering her baby as possible as the older the fetus , the more power it would add to the oil.

3. The victim must die while feelin fear, anguish or anger, the stronger the feelings the better.

4. The victim’s body must be left intact and not dismembered, decapitated, burnt or otherwise damaged. Minor collateral damage from throttling and strangling are permitted.

5. The unborn fetus must remain within the womb of the pregnant corpse.

6. The pregnant corpse must not be raped by anyone before or after her death and must be a ‘pregnant virgin’ when presented to the holy man.


The corpse must be dug up and brought to a (un)holy man for the ritual to be performed within 7 days of her death. It must be done at a particular time at night and the person performing the ritual must have post-mortem sexual intercourse with the corpse to demonstrate his dominance over the spirit of the dead woman.


The following story is inspired by this practice.



A syndicate dealing in the oil has received an order for a top quality bottle of corpse oil urgently needed by a high paying client. He wanted top grade corpse oil and the syndicate was getting worried that such a corpse would be extremely difficult to find. The syndicate would usually dig up corpses of pregnant women whose deaths they read about in the news but those usually could not fulfil at least some of the criteria. Then the syndicate managed to find out the real identity of the Kosmetics Killer and decided to give him an offer he can’t refuse. They identified a beautiful young pregnant woman and informed the Kosmetics Killer where and when to kill her. He indeed could not resist and soon that part was settled.


The syndicate then excitedly sent its agents to the funeral of the victim to find out where she was going to be buried. They traced down the cemetery and the plot she was buried in and began on their part of the plan.


The night after she was buried, 3 days after her death, they got 2 men to dig her up. There was no time to lose in order to ensure that the corpse remains fresh and attractive. The holy man has been known to reject ugly or highly decomposed corpses as he has to have sex with them. Fortunately, she still looked as beautiful as her photograph in the newspapers. Indeed, she looked almost alive as the mortician had done a good job. There was no trace of decomposition on her though her skin felt cold and dry and there was a sweet, musky smell when the lid was opened. They then ensured that her belly was still swollen with her pregnancy and that there were no stiches on it to show that the fetus have been removed.

The younger of the two men, Nat, was sorely tempted to have his way with her corpse but his partner, Krit, warned him against it as he did not want to risk damaging this piece of precious cargo. He did allow his more inexperienced friend to satisfy himself with kissing and stroking her dead face and fondling her cold but still supple milk swollen breasts. When he was satisfied, they placed her body in their car and drove off to the temple of the holy man, located deep in the jungle of a neighbouring country. They had already made a fake passport for the dead woman. Krit drove while Nat had the happy task of sitting with the dead woman in the back seat


At the border checkpoint, Nat held up the woman’s body and let her rest limply against his chest, pretending that she was his pregnant wife who was sleeping. He even kissed her lips (which tasted bitter and dry but was somehow arousing) and stroked her pregnant belly lovingly. The custom officer did not find this out of the ordinary and waved them on after stamping on their passports. After that, he did wonder why the car had a sickly sweet decomposing smell though and noted that the sleeping pregnant woman looked a bit familiar and was very pretty. When she appeared in the newspapers after a week, he would recognize her immediately but by then it was too late of course.


After more than a day of driving, they arrived at the holy man’s house. The pregnant corpse has started to decompose slightly. Her body still looked pristine and lovely, but her skin colour has darkened slightly and her mouth has been forced open by escaping decomposing gases, showing her pearly white teeth. Her pregnant belly seemed to have gotten more bloated due to the gas building up in her abdomen. Some bloody fluid has also started to ooze out from her mouth which Nat lovingly dabbed away with a piece of tissue repeatedly while kissing her face and squeezing her breasts and thighs.


They carried her in to the waiting holy man who dismissed them from the room after they lay her onto the floor. He lighted candles and incense and placed them around the corpse then walked around her, muttering incantations. He went behind her and held up the body by her soft and large breasts, causing her head to slump backwards towards him. He kissed her on her long hair gently. He then pushed her head further backwards so it rested on his chest and her chin tilted up seductively at him. Her mouth gaped wide, seemingly in a final silent scream, or an invitation for his tongue or penis. He decided to get on with his business first however an held a lit lighter under her chin. Soon, a yellowish oily liquid appeared where the flame was burning and started dripping down the dead woman’s chin. He quickly collected it in a small bottle.


Now for the part he really enjoyed. He pulled up her dress to have sexual intercourse with the corpse, supposedly as part of the ritual. He was careful not to be too vigorous as her swollen pregnant belly could easily burst and make quite a mess. Despite her slight decomposition, she was the most beautiful corpse he has ever copulated with and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. He kissed her on her mouth, tasting the bloody fluid oozing out and also savouring the sweet, sour smell of decomposing gas escaping from her mouth. He pulled down her dress and sucked at her dead, stiff nipples. The milk which seeped into his mouth tasted cold, sour and stale but he swallowed hungrily while fondling her face and breasts. Soon after, he shot a load of holy cum into the pretty mother not to be, completing the process of activating the hidden mystical power within the corpse oil. Actually, he knew al these was just hogwash but he enjoyed making loads of money while getting the chance to have sex with young pregnant corpses, some of which are really beautiful like this one.


When he was done, he dressed himself and passed the bottle to the men in exchange for a wad of cash. He does not charge too highly as part of the payment was his joy and satisfaction while raping the corpse. The two men then carried the woman’s body away and drove to a deserted forested area where they dumped her on the ground. They did not even bother to fold down her dress which have been left pulled up by the holy man, exposing her naked vagina. Nat gave her some last kisses on her naked belly and her parted lips. He wanted to rape her again but the sight of the holy man’s cum dripping out of her pussy turned him off.



2 days later, a trekker found the half-naked corpse. By then, she was green and mottled with decomposition. There was blood coming out of her mouth and from between her legs. Her fetus has also been forced out from between her legs due to post mortem fetal extrusion caused by the buildup of gases in her abdomen. Strangely enough, she had what seemed like a burn mark on her chin. The trekker could still see that she had been a real beauty and could not resist fondling her breasts and swollen belly before calling the police.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Kosmetics Killer #9


Dec 23 2012


I couldn’t believe my luck. One minute I was in a prison van returning to prison from my appeal hearing. Then all of a sudden, the van was lying on its side after a collision with a trailer. Both the guards were dead but I was only slightly bruised. I unlocked my handcuffs with the key from one of the dead guard and quickly ran away from the scene of the accident, taking a tazer from one of the dead cops. The only other thing I have with me was my trusty notebook containing my writings and drawings of my previous exploits.It was already dark so no one saw me. I was free!


Now the only thing on my mind was to find some hot woman, kill her, have sex with her corpse and then apply make up to her face. I also wanted to leave my next victim dressed in something a little special as Christmas was approaching. I broke into store, procured some clothes, money and a Santa costume, complete with a huge red sack which I filled with cardboard and boxes. I was soon ready to go back to what I do best. I dressed myself up in the Santa costume and started to prowl the streets without looking suspicious.


The next day was Christmas Eve. My escape was on all the newspapers and TV channels urging young women to be careful. After walking around for the whole morning and afternoon, spotting lots of potential victims but couldn’t find the opportunity to set my plan in motion, I was on the verge of giving up for the day when I spotted her. She was wearing a sexy black sleeveless top and a red skirt and she looked pretty hot. Most importantly, she was walking alone along an increasingly deserted street on the edge of town. Looks like my next victim was all set for me.


I followed behind her, ringing my bell and hohoing occasionally. She turned a corner into a narrow alley, probably a short cut and I knew my time has come. I took out the tazer and closed the distance between us. Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one else was around, I closed up the last few yards to her. At the last moment, she turned back and looked a me in surprise but it was too late for her. I brought the tazer to her neck and zapped her a long hard one. She gave a few jerks and then slumped limply into my arms as her pretty eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered close. I quickly stuffed her into my Santa sack, tied up the opening and hoisted her limp and light body over my shoulders. Soon, I was walking merrily along the street once more towards an overpass bridge I scouted out yesterday. Along the way, I passed by two cops. I waved merrily at them and laughed at them as I continued past them with my precious cargo.


Soon, I was at the dark, uncomfortable but totally deserted area under the overpass. I opened the sack and pulled my unconscious companion out from it, laying her on the ground. I pulled off her shoes and admired her slim and sexy body. She started to stir and moan so I put the tazer to her flat belly and gave her another dose of voltage which quietened her instantly.


I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don’t know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After months in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something festive for xmas. I had stolen a cute little Santa’s helper dress from the store the day before and I thought it would look good on her. I stripped her of her remaining clothes and held up her limp body, slipping the short, sexy dress over her body. It fit her perfectly.


Then it was time to say goodbye to her. I decided to kill her by bagging which was something I have not tried before on my other victims. I sat her up against my knees and took a plastic bag from my sack and put it over her head, holding the opening tight around her neck. I could see her breathing up the air in the bag as it shrunk until it was wrapped tightly around her head. Soon, her breathing grew laboured and stopped altogether not long after. I kept the clear bag around her head for a few minutes more just to be sure, all the while admiring her bluing face and lips. I then pulled the bag off and resumed decorating my lovely companion for Christmas.


I slipped on a pair of matching black leather boots onto her feet and put a Santa cap over her head. She looked really cute. I could not help it but rolled up her dress and violating her cooling body once again. This time, I pulled out of her body just before I ejaculated and inserted my penis into her mouth before erupting. The huge load of cum that spurted into her mouth splattered her face and some of it shot into her nose and dribbled out from her nostrils like a stream of grey mucus. Truly arousing. I wiped off the semen from her face and kissed her gently once more on her lips.


Now only the final step of applying makeup remains. For her, I chose light green eyeshadow and purple mascara together with a dusky pink blusher. A bright red lipstick completed the festive look and I left my sexy dead Santa’s helper lying beneath the overpass. I took a quick sketch of my sexy Santa’s helper and left.


She would make a lovely present for the cleaners tomorrow.


Gotta go. Will update more when I am at liberty to do so. In the meantime, the Kosmetics Killer will continue his search for beauty in death.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Kosmetics Killer #10


4 May 2013


After the Xmas chick was found, the police stepped up the nationwide manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the time being and got a job picking fruits at a rural farm. Didn’t pay much but it kept me alive. For the next few months, I worked hard and always took care to avoid the busloads of visitors who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my dark desires and satisfied my urges by masturbating to the sketches and writings in my notebook which was now updated to include the Xmas killing. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.


She came with a group of friends to visit the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a striped red t-shirt and blue overalls and wore a pair of studious looking glasses But some things stood out obviously. The natural beauty of her face and the gentle swells of her breasts pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will have her.


I started following the tour group from a distance as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune time to strike but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating area for dinner before heading back home. I was about to give up when I saw my target leaving her table and heading for the washroom located some distance away. I knew that it was then or never. I followed her as the area rapidly darkened with the setting of the sun.. She entered the cubicle and closed the door as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trusty Taser from my pocket.


After a few minutes, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a final check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my plan would have failed at the last minute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck and squeezed the trigger. She gave soft gasp and her whole body stiffened and gave a few jerks before going limp and keeling onto my waiting arms. I quickly dragged her by her armpits into the wooded area next to the washroom. I then carried her limp body towards an old abandoned tool shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to carry her limp and light body and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping face draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging wide open, inviting me to insert my penis. “Soon, my love, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.


Once inside the shed, I lay her down gently onto the dusty ground. I removed the spectacles to enjoy the full beauty of her face. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a little. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely body twitching with the induced voltage and falling limp and lifeless again, the lust within me rose to fevered levels. But to prevent her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her life there and then. I wrapped a strip of leather I took from the farm around her slender neck and pulled the ends apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her face turned the attractive shade of blue I have seen so often on my past victims. A sudden odour of ammonia and a slight dampness at her crotch told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so hard to dress and look demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious fear of dying or as a reflex of being oxygen deprived. Either way, this sign of vulnerability increased my arousal and I pulled her head towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.


After 10 minutes, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her neck, kissing her on her luscious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen tongue back into her mouth with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her mouth. I held up her body, squeezed and fondled her breasts and licked her face as I pulled down her overalls and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open body clad in a black strapless bra and kinky looking panties, now stained with her piss. I quickly undressed, pushed down her panties and wiped her vagina clean and dry with her overalls. I then rammed my rock hard penis into her vagina, still wet with her death piss, feeling her hymen tearing with my first thrust. 5 months of suppressed desires broke free as I penetrated her time and again while stroking her face and sucking her left breast which was exposed after I pulled down one side of her bra. When I exploded in her, I gave an uncontrolled cry of ecstasy. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her cooling body for a while, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.


A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my lifeless beauty still obediently below me. Her mouth remained wide open from all my kissing earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her head. My engorged penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouth. I stroked her parted, slightly purplish lips with my penis and inserted it into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her teeth and tongue. Within moments, she had swallowed a huge load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once more, I fell down on her in an exhausted sleep.


I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dark outside as I pondered my next step, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very dead chick lying next to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly stiff and cold body, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her body off the farm so I would have to somehow hide her here. Throwing her into a pond or just leaving her in this shack was risky especially since police would no doubt start looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cement. Burying her in cement so her body would not be found and her decomposing fragrance would not be detected. I walked to the construction storage building of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cement powder. One thing remains to be done before I cement my dead lover forever. Cosmetics of course.


All my other victims have been made up to look beautiful and lifelike before and she will be no exception. However there is a problem. She has soiled her clothes and they have started to smell. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all look and smell nice. Thus, I decided to buy some clothes for her. Something sexier than the one she was dressed in. As it was my off day, I cycled to the nearest town after locking my precious dead half naked beauty in the shed.


I returned a few hours later, finding her little worse for wear probably due to the dry climate and lack of sun. A couple of flies were buzzing around her eyes and mouth and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purple baby doll dress with blue leggings. I thought she would look really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her right breast pop free after a night of action. I nibbled on each nipple lustily and then stuffed the bra and soiled panties in my pocket as a souvenir. I slipped the dress over her head and pulled up the leggings snug over her sexy ass adjusting them. A perfect fit. She looked much better now.


I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my good old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in case. I applied a thick layer of foundation to hide the asphyxiated bluish complexion of her face. I tried covering her strangulation mark but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to hide completely. I kissed her on her eyelids and then applied light blue eyeshadow, dark blue mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and blusher and she looked as good as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would have to do. I sprayed some perfume on her neck and arms to keep her smelling sweet and fresh. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my arms and kissing her hair and face. I was so aroused by all these that I rolled up her skirt and fucked her again. Then I was done with her.


I started the hard work of digging a ditch into the soft ground next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a layer to cover the floor of the ditch. I then carried my dead companion and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and soft layer of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another layer of wet concrete on top of her corpse. Soon, only the swells of her breasts were visible above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the time I was done, it was night again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my next victim.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Kosmetics Killer # 11

After lying low for almost 3 years, the Kosmetics Killer discovered that one of his previous victims (#7 , the teacher drowned in the school) survived his attack and is now happily married to her rescuer. She is now heavily pregnant. He decided that he wants to have her again and this time will ensure that she really dies.

Panel 1: He knocked the woman unconscious with a neck chop and abducts her to his hideout, an abandoned factory building

Panel 2: He strips her to enjoy her beautiful pregnant body and to prepare for his next move...

Panel 3: The killer continues his new habit (since Victim #10) of redressing his victims. He changed the pregnant woman from her clothes into a set of sexy maternity tankinis. He then placed her in a glass tank he found in the factory and started to pipe water into it, eventually drowning the woman.

Panel 4: After making sure she had really drowned and was beyond resuscitation, the Kosmetics killer dragged her out and enjoyed his handiwork. the drowning resulted in some heavy foaming from her mouth and nose.

Panel 5 : He pulled off her tankini bottom and raped her the drowned woman. He was so vigorous that he caused her to miscarry and bleed heavily from her vagina

Panel 6: He then applied his trademark makeup onto her face. He left her in the factory floor all made up and pretty...but dead.

Panel 7: The killer returned over the next few days to enjoy her corpse. By the 3rd night, the by now slightly greenish and rotting mother not to be has given 'coffin birth' to a bloody fetus. (meaning that decomposing gases produced in her abdomen has pushed on her uterus until the fetus was ejected from her birth canal.) The killer thinks she still looks lovely though. He continued to fondle and lick her corpse. Just then, he heard the sirens of police cars and quickly made his escape.

Panel 8: She was discovered by police and brought to the morgue where the mortician tried to restore her looks, to some degree of success I must say. Her abdomen looks slightly deflated as the fetus has been removed for a separate burial but her greenish color has been well covered over with makeup and she still look pretty much a MILF.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
hite Top Killer Victim #1

From the interrogation transcript of Gary Chan, a.k.a. ‘The White Top Killer’ after his arrest

Investigating Officer (IO): Tell me about what made you kill all these women.

Gary Chan (GC): I have always wanted to be a normal man leading a normal life.Things was going well for me until 2010. When my fiancée took off with another man. We had been together for 6 years and was about to get married. Imagine the pain and shame I felt. And also the longing I had for her. Her hot, sexy body, deceptively sweet face, long straight hair and the white coloured tops she always liked to wear. I would fantasize about her whenever I see someone looking like or dressing like her. Fantasize about how I would take her one more time before ending her life. So you see, what happened to those women was not my fault. She made me kill them when she decided to leave me.

IO: Right. Can you tell me what you did to the first woman?

GC: No. I don’t feel like doing so. However, I will start with the second victim. If you want details about the first they are in the diary you seized from my house.

IO: That is your right but your refusal to cooperate will be noted at your trial.

GC: I’m going to hang anyway. What else can you people do to me (laughs).

IO: As you wish. You can proceed with your statement.

GC: I was walking along the street one evening just after sunset. That was in 2013. In front of me walked a nicely dressed couple. They looked like they were going to a dinner party. Even without seeing her face, the woman looked extremely attractive. She was wearing a white dress which was tight enough to show her sexy, feminine body. Her long hair was tied up in cute looking ponytail with a pink ribbon and she was wearing pink shoes. From behind, she appeared to be in her early twenties. And she reminded me of that bitch. I followed behind them and saw them walking into a shop that sells customized furniture. I stood outside and saw them sitting down and talking to the salesperson inside. I saw her face for the first time and it was a face worthy of her body. Worthier in fact. I had seldom seen a prettier woman than her. I decided at that moment that she must pay for that bitch’s sins. But there was no way I could get to her as long as she is inside the shop and with her male companion around.

IO: So what did you do next?

GC: I was about to walk off in disappointment when suddenly, the woman stood up and walked towards the exit where I was at. I couldn’t believe my luck and quickly took out my phone and pretended to talk into it. She walked pass me, and I could smell the fragrance of her hair as it swished past my face and also the alluring smell of her perfume. I was delighted to see that she was walking alone to the dimly lit and deserted car park behind the shop, probably to fetch something from their car. I don’t know if she would find what she was looking for but I was sure I have found the perfect opportunity I was waiting for.

IO: You decided to kill her there and then?

GC: There was no thought of killing at that time. I just wanted to hold her, touch her and have sex with her against her will to punish her for leaving me. Or rather punish the memory of that bitch. Deep inside I knew this woman has not done anything o me but too bad she there at the wrong time and I couldn’t resist it.

IO: What did you do next?

GC: I followed her while still talking on my phone. It was already quite dark so I don’t think anyone can see me. She walked to the car park leaving the scent of her sweet perfume trailing behind her which I sniffed in lustfully as I followed behind her. As she reached her car, she stopped to take out the keys. I don’t know why I did it but I went up behind her, looking at her sexy, exposed shoulders and her graceful vulnerable neck. She heard me and started to turn around in surprise and I quickly delivered a hard jab to the back of her head at the base of her skull.. Her head jerked back as she gave a cry of pain before slamming into her car with the force of my blow. She then gently keeled backwards and I could see her look vacantly at me briefly before her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious into my arms. The handbag she was holding fell to the ground.


IO: Carry on.

GC: I quickly picked up her bag and dragged her down some steps into the tunnel where the underground canal was. She was limp and soft and smelled really good, I remember. At the side of the canal, I laid her on the ground and started to fondle and lick her in the dim light. She so pretty and helpless!

IO: Did you know that the victim was nearly 3 months pregnant?

GC: I had no ideas though I remembered her belly seemed a bit bloated. I thought it was because she just had a full meal. No wonder her breasts were so large and tender! Now that I know she was pregnant, I regret my actions a bit. But she really was so hot! I lifted up her skirt and pulled down her undies, exposing her vagina which looked fresh and clean. I then entered her and made love to her. She seemed so willing and yielding.

IO: Err… She was unconscious right?

GC: Probably yes but she seemed to nod and even sighed a few times as I was entering her! After 20 minutes or so, I was spent. I saw that I had caused her vagina to bleed from my rough actions.

IO: She suffered a miscarriage from your vigorous thrusting actions on her abdomen.

GC: I didn’t meant it. Anyway, I decided to dress her up and then put makeup on her face to give her a slutty look so that when she was discovered later, people would know what a cheap slut she was. After wiping all the blood from her vagina with some newspapers I found in the tunnel in case you get my DNA from it, I pulled her undies and dress back properly. Then I took a cosmetics pouch from her bag and applied lipstick, eye shadow, blusher and mascara for her. She looked like a whore after that. A really attractive whore. I was pleased.

IO: So why did you kill her?

GC: I knew that if she woke up, she would continue to seduce and destroy other men. So I decided to end her life. I simply kicked and prodded her with my foot until she fell into the canal. She disappeared beneath the murky surface almost immediately. I think it was rather deep. I then left. Two days later, I read that her corpse had been discovered the day before and also found out where her funeral would be held. I decided to see how she looked in her coffin and if she was still slutty. To my delight, she was dressed in a conservative long sleeved shirt and long ankle length skirt. She still looked pretty but no longer slutty and it’s all thanks to me!

IO: Let’s stop here for now.

From the statement transcript of A. Kunalan (AK), the cleaner who found the body of the first victim.

AK: That morning, I was tasked with clearing the dead leaves and litter at the iron grates of the canal. To my surprise, I saw what appeared to be a woman floating face down at the surface, caught against the grilles of the grate. I quickly used my stick with a hook attached to hook onto her white dress and pulled her towards the canal bank. I stretched her out and saw that she appeared dead. Her face and lips were bluish and there was mud all over her body. She looked pregnant as her belly was all swelled up like a balloon but I knew that it was probably due to the water she swallowed while drowning. I decided to try to revive her anyway. I learnt in my hometown that to revive a drowned person, I need to force out all the water she has swallowed. Then she can breathe again. I pushed down hard on her bloated belly and a stream of muddy water gushed out from her mouth and nose. By this time, a small crowd had gathered around me. Before I could press on her still swollen belly again, a young man who claimed he knew first aid stopped me and started to kiss the woman and press on her breasts, saying that that was the correct way of rescuing her. I had my doubts but decided to let him continue as I didn’t want to get into any trouble. I saw that the woman remained lifeless until the ambulance came and put her into a bag.

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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
White Top Killer Prequel (Victim A)

After his arrest, the White Top Killer’s diary was seized by the police. Within are evidence of other murders he have committed not initially linked to him.

From the diary of Gary Chan aka The White Top Killer, seized by police after his arrest
22 Dec 2010

I heard from a mutual friend 2 days ago that the bitch was pregnant. Pregnant! Without even marrying that bastard she has gotten pregnant! Has she no shame! I spent the next 2 days driving around in my cab looking for young female pregnant passengers in white tops so I can teach them a lesson but I had no luck. Until last night when I decided to try my luck at the airport.

A young woman got into my cab. I chatted her up immediately. She was a 22 year old university student who was on her way home. She told me she had been on an exchange programme to Tokyo and was excited to be home. What made me decide to kill her was the tight white tank top and white jacket she was wearing. She looked really sexy and slutty. She was smiling while she related her experiences in Tokyo and I kept seeing her tongue licking her lips and she was also batting her eyelids, trying to seduce me. I am sure she has already enticed countless young men to sleep with her and then left them heartbroken just like that bitch. But now she has hopped on to her last ride and I am determined to make sure that I would be the last man she tried her charms on. Even though she was not pregnant, I needed her to die. I soon put my detailed plan into motion.

Twenty minutes after she got on, I suddenly pretended to have a heart attack and clutched my chest, before stopping my cab along a deserted stretch of highway. She appeared very concerned and asked what she could do as I fiddled with a bottle of fake pills and accidentally’ scatter the whole bottle on the floor of the passenger seat. I asked her weakly to help me get a pill and she quickly came around to the front passenger door, opened it and bent down to get the pills.

It was my chance to act and I did not waste it. As she was getting off the car to come to the passenger seat, I had opened up a bottle of chloroform and poured some onto a cloth I kept under my seat. When she was bending down, I quickly grabbed her jacket and pulled her into the car while clamping the soaked cloth over her face with my other hand. She was in an awkward position and could not struggle much. Soon, she was overcome by the chloroform and fell unconscious into my lap. I quickly dragged her limp body to the back seat, copping a feel of her shapely breasts as I did so, sat her up, fastened her seat belt to keep her in place and then drove off. I might have put too much chloroform as I notice that she was foaming slightly from her mouth but she was still breathing so I thought nothing about it.

I was a bit disappointed that she was not pregnant but I suddenly had an idea. I would force feed her with water until her belly bloats up like a pregnant woman! I stopped at a convenience store and bought a carton of drinking water while she slept on peacefully in the cab. Then I drove her to this abandoned shack I had previously scouted out at the end of a dirt track in the woods and carried her and the carton of water inside.

I gave her another dose of chloroform to keep her out and prevent any unpleasantness as I got on with my plan. I then started to pour water into her open mouth, bottle by bottle. By the second bottle, her belly had become visibly rounded and full looking and she gave an unconscious but sexy sounding belch. By the fourth bottle, her belly looked uncomfortably swollen, giving her a somewhat pregnant look. I thought she could take in more so I poured in a fifth bottle but halfway through it, water started to flow out from her mouth and she gave a few strangled choking coughs. Looks like she’s had enough. And she looked pregnant with her swollen first trimester looking belly. Good enough for me. I could really imagine that she was that bitch. I decided to beat the bloody baby out of her. I clenched my fist and gave her pregnant belly a hard punch. Of course, nothing happened except that water sprayed out from the unconscious woman’s mouth and nostrils, drenching my face. I licked off the sour tasting water and gave her belly a few more punches just to vent my anger. More water and some half-digested food was vomited out but she remained unconscious. Her belly was also much less bloated by now so I poured more water into her mouth until her sexy pot belly was restored.

Next I decided to teach this young slut a lesson by making her look her true slutty self by putting make up on her face. I started to apply a thick layer of make up on her face using her own cosmetics which I retrieved from her bag. I applied a layer of foundation, blusher, lipstick, eye shadow and mascara for her. Soon, she was looking like a whore. I was very tempted to have sex with her but I was afraid of leaving any of my DNA behind. But she was really so lovely and her ripe looking, distended belly made her even more arousing. Therefore I decided to shoot off into her mouth. I pulled out my hard and leaking dick, forced it into her open mouth and then pulled in and out, letting her teeth and tongue do the work. It was the first time I was given a blow job and it felt really good! Her wet mouth felt just like a vagina! Before long, I have ejaculated twice into her mouth. She obediently and unconsciously gulped down most of my cum but some splattered onto her face. Looking at her helpless, cum smeared face, I thought that it will teach her to smile and be friendly to any man she sees! Now I have to clean her up. I wiped off whatever semen was left on her face and hoped that all the water would dilute whatever cum she swallowed so it cannot be traced back to me. I poured another half a bottle of water into her mouth just in case.




Time was of the essence so I moved on to the next stage of my plans. I thought that a super slut who got pregnant like her deserved to be ridiculed. Then, I sat her up in order to remove her white tank top. She was wearing a skimpy black bra inside, which showed off her pert and shapely breasts, confirming my suspicion that she was a real slut. She started to moan and stir a bit so I then chloroformed her again, for the last time as it turned out.

I used a long piece of rope I had prepared beforehand and tied a noose around one of the beams. I then dragged an old table beneath the noose and carried her onto it. I lifted her until she was in an upright position, placed the noose tight over her head and around her neck and then pushed her off the table where she hung limply. I stood there her face and lips turn increasingly bluish as she unconsciously asphyxiated. At this point, her bluish but still beautiful face was too much for me. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards me, giving her a long and passionate French Kiss, using my tongue to lick the inside of her mouth and her now swollen tongue. I was also fondling her breasts and stroking her swollen belly as I did so. See how insidiously seductive that slutty bitch could be? She can seduce me even as she was dying. Soon, a slightly unpleasant odor appeared as a growing wet patch appeared at her crotch and slowly spread. The bitch had pissed herself in death! It must have been her unconscious fear at the point of death coupled with the lots of water she drank that caused it. What a fitting unglamorous end to the slut! I decided then that it was time to go. I gave her a last hateful kiss and squeeze of her breasts before packing up and leaving.


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angelo212

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Another reason I can't possible believe in a God. These people are born like that. There brain tells them what they like and long for. Child molesters, gays, necrophilias, this dude all knew as a kid there different. The problem comes when they act off it.
You knew what you were getting into when you ran up in them broads with no condom. Your boss even warned you about that on the first day. Lucky for you HIV is treatable today. Get on medication.
 
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andersveg

andersveg

Mortician, Killer, Lover of Dead Women
Well it's been getting a bit quiet around here! What better way to liven things up than with a brand new Choose Her Fate Adventure??! Please feel free to make your choice at the end of each entry!
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Tom was just getting ready to drive off from his work place to visit his girlfriend Amenda at her house. It would be a long drive, especially in the rush hour traffic. He was about to start his motorcycle when his phone rang, He smiled as he Saw that it was a video call from Amenda and answered it quickly. To his shock, the image that appeared was not the familiar pretty face of his girl. Rather, it was not just Amenda’s face that he saw. The image on the phone showed a masked man standing behind what seemed to be an unconscious Amenda inside her apartment. He was holding her body around her waist with one arm while cupping and squeezing her breasts with the other. Amenda’s eyes were shut and she had an uncomfortable, pained expression on her sleeping face.
“Keep still and do not make a sound if you don’t want me to kill her right now,” he said in a low growling voice.
Tom could not stand seeing his girl being molested like that started to shout but the man warned him again.
“One word from you, or any attempt to communicate with others including hanging up this phone will result in her instant death. Understand?”
Tom could only nod.
“Now listen. You have two choices. Rush over here immediately and try to save your girl. Or watch what I am going to do to her. But there is one catch. If you try to rush over, then I will start to kill her. Now make your choice.”

Should he...

Rush over?

Stay and watch?
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