Posted by davepseud on April 09, 20014 at 10:34:18:
Laura stepped into the office. It was small and modest. A young, attractive female clerk sat behind the single desk. The clerk looked up at Laura, and gave her a friendly smile.
"Have a seat," she invited Laura.
"Thanks." Laura sat down. "I want to sign some documents," she told the clerk after some brief pleasantries. "I want to donate my body to…" She hesitated.
"…science," the clerk interrupted, finishing what she assumed was Laura's question.
"Um, no," said Laura, blushing a bit. "I want to donate it to necrophilia."
The clerk's smile grew wider. "Okay. We don't get many of those, but we handle that service, as well."
Laura laughed nervously. "I know it's kind of ridiculous. But it's always been a fantasy of mine and…what the hell, I'll be dead, anyway."
She pulled out the forms and Laura filled them in. The clerk, a notary public, notarized them.
"This is so exciting," Laura commented as they finished the paperwork. "If you don't mind my saying so, I'm getting a bit wet thinking about it."
"That's natural," said the clerk. "But don't get your hopes up too much. They only want people who die young, and not of natural causes."
Laura looked disappointed. "Actually," said the clerk, "we might be able to fix that problem. But we'd have to give you a physical. We can do it right here." She pointed to a door. "Just enter that room, take off your clothes, and put on one of the hospital gowns. I'll be in in five minutes."
"You're going to give me the physical?"
The clerk smiled. "I have all sorts of talents."
Five minutes later, the clerk entered the examination room. Laura was wearing the gown, and sitting on the edge of a gynecologist table. "Hello," said the clerk. "Please lie down."
Laura did as she was told. Before she knew what was happening, the clerk had tied her arms to a railing on the wall. "What's that for?"
"Just a precaution," answered the clerk, as she tied Laura's feet to the stirrups. Then she deftly removed the hospital gown, leaving Laura buck naked.
"Hey!"
"All part of the examination," the clerk explained. She gently put her hand on Laura's vagina and pushed in a finger.
The clerk smiled. "I just struck oil."
Laura blushed. "Well, as I told you, the idea of donating my body to necrophilia really turns me on.”
The clerk smiled wider, and started taking off her own clothes. Laura smiled sardonically. “This is becoming an interesting examination.”
Remembering something, the clerk removed her cellphone from her pile of clothing, and made a call. “Hi, Michael? We’ve got a donor for you. She should be ready in about half an hour. Okay. Bye.”
She hung up, put away her phone, and smiled at Laura.
“What was that about?” Laura asked.
“That was your necrophilac. Just letting him know when your body will be ready.”
For the first time, Laura realized the seriousness of her situation. “Hey, I agreed to donating my body to necrophilia, I didn’t agree to being killed!”
“Technically, you did. You also signed the form for slut-assisted suicide.” The clerk smiled lustily at Laura. “I’m your designated slut.”
The clerk pulled a plastic bag and some rope from a drawer, then lay down on top of Laura, naked belly to naked belly. “I like plastic bags,” she explained as she pulled the bag over Laura’s head. “They don’t leave marks, but the death is long enough for me to really enjoy it.
She tied the rope around Laura’s neck. Not enough to choke her, but enough to keep from getting in or out of the bag. Then she lay down on her victim and waited for the ride.
It didn’t take long. Laura was soon wiggling and shaking. That felt great to the clerk, who was soon wiggling herself. Their bodies writhed together for what seemed like an eternity. For the clerk, the writhing was all in pleasure. It would be difficult to say whether Laura experienced pleasure as well as fear and pain.
Eventually, the clerk experienced wave after wave or orgasms. When they were over, she shuttered a bit and was still. But not as still as Laura.
The clerk looked at the beautiful, horrified face of the corpse below her. Reluctantly, she got up and got dressed. She had work to do.