Posted by Rache on July 06, 2001 at 05:48:41:
(m/f,necro,decap,mortician)
Death of a Family
Fiction by Rachael
Part II. George Askins
George was a lucky man, he knew it and reminded himself of it every day. "Yessir George, you're a lucky man." he said under his breath as he watched his two boys load Maggie Ross into his white Station wagon. He had 2, the black one was for funerals, mortuary business. This one, the white one, was for county business. Right now Maggie was county business and George was the County Medical Examiner as well as the only mortician in a 150-mile radius. It meant that business was usually slow, but when it wasn't he did all right by himself.
But business wasn't on George's mind. His practiced eye of 20+ years in the business had taught him to look beneath the superficial and see what was underneath. Maggie Ross, 35 white married mother and homemaker was a very attractive woman. Even without her head. George smoked a Marlboro with Sheriff Cotter while they watched the two EMTs from Bozeman work the only survivor, Rachael Ross into their ambulance. She was a looker too and George sighed again, "Well, maybe not amazingly lucky."
"What was that George?" The Sheriff looked over at the lanky middle-aged man beside him. "I guess amazing woulda been if her folks were still alive. Helluva thing."
"Yeah, helluva. Wife got it clean though, guess they had a new mirror for the hallway huh? Pretty dumb not wrapping it proper and putting it safe."
"Hell George, you surprised? All the idiots we scraped up the last 10 years? I thought I seen everything but this one takes the cake."
"I wish that Trooper hadn't moved Daddy though, woulda made the write-up a lot easier knowing exactly what his position was when that bottle broke off in his ass."
"Helluva. Get me the autopsy on Daddy soon as you can, I feel like those bitches from MADD are gonna want my badge after this one. Helena's thinkin the same, I already got the word. Might as well be prepared." The Sheriff snuffed his butt with his boot and went to see how his deputy was doing with the reports. Yep helluva for everybody.
Once inside the Askins Funeral Home, which happened to double unadvertised as the County Coroner's Office, George put Bob Ross in the freezer. Sheriff Cotter and Helena could wait til morning, he thought to himself, Maggie Ross definitely could not.
The fact that she had been decapitated was very fortunate and exciting. He sent his boys home for the night, one would drop off a small sample of Maggie's blood for analysis, couldn't be too careful. George clucked his tongue softly at the thought and locked himself inside with Maggie. He called her that, speaking aloud to himself softly. George turned on the stereo, not the heavy, heavenly depressing Bach he piped in for expectant mourners. George started with Strauss, a light waltz to get him in the mood. As if he needed it.
He stripped Maggie quickly and efficiently, cutting away her clothes and her bra and panties. He was careful, delicate as he came in contact with her skin. He talked to her, telling her how beautiful she truly was. How no one had ever seen her like this, not her mother, not her husband. Even when looking in the mirror he imagined she had never seen herself so innocent and unguarded. She could hide nothing from him. Every secret revealed as he examined her, then slowly washed her inch by inch.
George saw the small stretch marks just inside her hips and pictured the beautiful woman frowning and fretting over the slight imperfections. He saw the small mole, just outside her anus and he touched it reverently with his gloved fingers. George could see how she'd trimmed her light pubic hair and nicked herself under her left arm when she'd shaved that morning. It took hours to do it properly, washing her first with gentle soap and water, then with a slightly astringent agent to remove dead cell tissue and give her pale skin a lustrous sheen. He needed to let her rest overnight while rigor mortis set in and then finally passed. George rolled her into the cooler, next to her almost forgotten husband and kissed her goodnight before setting her head down in it's proper place. He turned off the light and went home.
The next day he did the blood work on Rob, sending samples to the little lab at the county hospital for analysis. He started in on the paperwork, he had no idea where the bodies would end up, probably Billings since that was where the family was apparently from. Long way from home, he thought. The Sheriff had the thankless job of finding next of kin. "Yessir George, you're a lucky man." he said aloud for the first, but probably not the last time that day. He'd check on Maggie after lunch. Blood results had come back and were sitting on his desk, nothing strange there. She should be ready for some special treatment, he'd take care of her. George had a lot of respect for his fellow morticians, but it would never do his reputation harm to ensure that everything he could do was done and done right.
George rolled Maggie out of the cooler into the embalming room. It wasn't a necessary procedure, in fact it was really just a money maker and George was getting paid by the state on salary for this job, so he didn't plan on having to do it. Just another needless act forced on someone who should be enjoying her final rest, was his opinion. It was also his opinion that Maggie would not object if he gave her a different kind of procedure, one that sat much more comfortably on his conscience than cutting up the poor woman.
George slipped out of his suit and into a pair of coveralls, they were worn and comfortable and had some kind of rubber coating that made it damn near impossible to get them dirty. He decided against gloves, they really weren't necessary now, he was clean and so she. George smiled and picked up Maggie's severed head. The eyes were dull, a dark blue seemingly clouded somehow. George thought they must have been very lovely when she was alive. "Time for a massage, Maggie. Just sit right here and watch, it will be fine." George said as he placed Maggie on an empty table. It was strange having her body in front of him and her eyes following his every move from over his shoulder, but he didn't mind. This was no business for silly nilly's, no sir.
He opened a gallon can of dermatology cream, basically hand lotion and began massaging the dead woman's stiff joints, moving her arms, fingers and feet and toes, listening to the soft cracks and creaks. This was George's favorite part and he always took his time. He worked his strong delicate fingers incessantly, digging into the flesh of his patient, working muscles loose much as a real masseuse might do for a live customer.
George worked the extremities first, then moved his hands up Maggie's cold thighs, trying to impart his warmth through his kneading fingers. He dipped his hands together, palms facing away and stroked the insides of her thighs. Maggie's legs were parted slightly and he forced them open until he could see the dark folds of her sex.
"Mmmmm...Maggie, you don't mind if I give you something extra do you?" George looked over his shoulder at Maggie's sweet face. No, she didn't mind. George dipped his fingers into the cream again and began rubbing Maggie's sex in a gentle circle, then up and down along her opening, then back to a circle. The cream turned into a slippery wetness and George slowly worked his fingers deeper inside Maggie's vagina. He used one finger first, then two, finally three, sliding them easily in and out of her slick tunnel. George considered using a catheter to empty her bladder, but decided it would be ok. Her body had voided at the moment of death and he's cleaned her very well. No, George thought, no reason to go there.
With great reluctance George left her sex and worked his hands across and around her flat tummy and up to her wonderful breasts. He spent a great deal of time and cream getting them exactly right, glistening under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, but lovely just the same. He flicked his thumbs across her large, dark nipples wondering how they might have felt in life. He thought for moment that he might bend his mouth to them and taste her wonderful flesh, but George Askins was a man of restraint. He knew there would be time enough later.
He finished with her front and rolled Maggie over so he could complete his massage. George paid particular attention to Maggie's butt, squeezing it gently and enjoying the firm roundness. He slid his hands between her cheeks, his slippery fingers probing inside. he used his middle finger, twisting it as he used his other hand to keep her open to his loving gaze. "Oh yes Maggie, you're quite a woman. very nice, lovely....George, you're a lucky man by God!"
By the time he had finished George's manhood ached painfully in his coveralls. He washed his hands and stepped out of them, naked and wishing he'd brought a pair of slippers into the lab. The floor was cold! But George wasn't concerned for long, he was used to it and complaining never helped anyway, did it? George looked at Maggie's body covered with an aromatic sheen. He stroked his penis absently, undecided about what he wanted to do with her first. Well, second, he chuckled. George went to the shelf and pulled down the Polaroid camera he kept for taking pictures during autopsy. he would need to remember Maggie for a long long time to come, girls like her didn't just fall out of the sky. No sir.
George took half a dozen pictures, concentrating mostly on full body shots without the head and a close-up of her breasts and another of her sex. He took several pictures of her head alone and then placed Maggie's head in its proper place, the wound on her neck not hidden at all. Then George grinned and took one of Maggie's head between her legs, her mouth pressed to her own vagina. He didn't think she'd mind. But it would be better of the mouth were open, he thought. He used a scalpel to carefully sever two strands of muscle so that her jaw dropped free and her tongue lolled out. He took another picture, actually inserting the tip between Maggie's thin labia. Then one last picture of Maggie's severed head mouthing his hard penis. He took the picture and set the camera down, picking her head up with both hands. he knew what he wanted first; a little head, George laughed.
He leaned back against the table and moved Maggie's dead mouth up and down his rigid cock. Her tongue extended felt slightly dry and rough on the bottom of his penis, but soon precum was leaking out the tip and George made sure he coated her tongue with it. He wished he were a little longer; it would have been interesting to see the head poking out through her severed esophagus, he thought. He watched her body laying several feet away while he slowly fucked her mouth. Then looking down and seeing only her beautiful head in his hands was all George needed. He erupted quickly, his semen filling Maggie's mouth and throat and even leaking through the bottom. George held his cock deep in her mouth, enjoying it until he was finally finished. He set Maggie's head down carefully on a towel.
George reached for his camera. "Say cheese Maggie!" he took a picture of the dead woman's face, his sperm slowly leaking from her slack mouth, biting her semen covered tongue. George imagined all the other things he was going to do with Maggie Ross before the day was out. So many holes, he thought, so little time. His cock jerked and George smiled. "You're a lucky man! yes sir!"
(To be continued)
rache@envy.nu
note: I wrote part 1 a while ago, part 2 I finished early this morning. Part 3 actually became Jenny's Big Night, so I need a new and improved final chapter. Hopefully tonight. If my line at the end of of part 1 confused anyone, now you know. I was talking about 'to be continued' :) - thanks for reading. R.