Necrophilia - Page 8

His name was Thomas Saniuqa. They’d just wheeled him in on a bed at 4.50pm. Damn it, that means I’m working overtime on my own AGAIN. I grumbled as I looked at his profile on the clipboard

To many, her death was not too terribly tragic. The youngest child of the town's wealthiest family, Cindy was well known for all manner of debauchery at the sprawling mansion. Too few found it surprising when she was discovered dead at the age of twenty-six

Bob put down the phone and quickly began to gather his scuba equipment and load it in his van. Another drowning at the reservoir. It wasn't something that Bob looked forward to, but it paid well enough to give him a tax deduction on his scuba gear

Taylor Swift couldn't wait for the party. Dan Dymtrow had told her that an executive producer of Weinstein Company was holding a New Year’s party and needed someone for the main event of the night. Dan had mentioned her and she got the job

Bagdad Brothel I will never forget my time in Bagdad, the crazy shit I did and experienced out there many people would never believe. But one night stood out above the rest, and this is the story of that night

Name: ? Age: 21 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to suffocation Other Injuries: Nil Time between death and delivery to mortician: 12 hrs Notes: A night out at the club turned tragic for a pretty young woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death

Rachel was vaguely aware of the dirty bearded face inches away and the foul smell of the man's breath. She knew what was happening when she felt him squeeze her breasts and shove himself inside her. All she could do was spit in his face

*Author's note- Characters and events belong to me so no stealing. This explains The Master's background on how he became a Daemon. Each name has a meaning in this story. Kerberos-Demon of the pit. Aikaterine-Pure. Akeldame-Feild of blood. Adelphose-of the same womb

Losing my wife to the a car accident was the worse day of my life. Hit by a drunk trucker who I personally felt like he didn't get sentenced enough time. To make things worse I am the one who has to prep her body

(This is the second part of "The Transsexual Rapist"; read the first part to gain a better grasp of the story; Enjoy!) There were about 30 other texts, with the same theme of rape, was he raping my mom? Was she into this?..

I’ve always love watching lesbians having sex with each other or simply watching them kissing and touching themselves, and I always have the fantasy of killing two or more hot lesbians in a lot of different ways and then play and fuck their lifeless corpses without stop until I was tired

This is a sequel to an earlier story, Reluctant Desires. You may wish to read it before continuing. New Desires Work seems to have taken over my life in the last few years

AN HONOUR KILLING? It was a summer day, somewhere in the hinterlands of the grain belt. atleast that's what the school children read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced grain, lots of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale. pooja knew this

So my name is Jim. I'm 19, and am packing a huge cock. I put that bad boy to use. So one day, I saw this hot cunt walking down the hall in the math building at college. I was like, "HEY! Ya cunt! Get over here!" "Excuse me?!" she said

Caleb was covering behind Officer Yoko as the enemies kept firing on the bunker. The rest of the squad was dead and he found himself surrounded by the stiff corpses of his female comrades

The doctor's office was plain, the walls decorated with just a few framed diplomas. The psychiatrist/bitch sat behind the desk looking at me, an opened notepad on her lap. "So you want me to tell you all about it," I said. She just looked at me. "Ok, here goes..

Antonio was lucky to have such supportive parents. They appreciated him and his hobbies. Proof of such was in his hands at the very moment. His father had given him this rod for his 18th birthday, it was some fancy pole for ocean fishing or something, he didn’t care or know

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, to be read only by individuals aged 18 or above. The events depicted herewith are fantasy and do not reflect real world events in any way. Ricky didn't like to think that he was small time. Not that he had much of a choice

Having been in the funeral business for almost 30 years; I had prepared quite a few good looking women for burial. But few of them could compare to the exquisitely lovely young woman that lay on the prep table before me

Headlights, screeching of tires, blaring of a horn BAM….. I wake up and see only black.. I am being moved. “We need to get her down to the tunnels before she wakes up!” I fade out again. Opening my eyes I see a gray stone ceiling with pipes and hear metal wheels on a stone floor