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Last Rights


Anna arrived at the emergency room in shock. Everything seemed to be going so
fast and she seemed to be disoriented and lost, though she hadn't cried. God
knows why, but she just couldn't cry. As she was pacing the length of the
corridor, trying to figure out if it was all just a horrible dream, the doctor
entered with a hollow expression. Sensing her fear he put his arm around her.
He silently led her to the morgue.

What a cold place, and it reeked! The smell was almost enough to make Anna feel
squeamish. The doctor walked over to the table and with one finger pulled at
the sheet -- with the same finger he beckoned her -- working his jaw he watched
her. Gathering her courage, she walked over and gazed at the thing beneath the
sheet the doctor had revealed. Nearly fainting, she grasped the table and
solemnly stated, "Yes, that's him.'' Hardly believing the thing before her, she
asked for a few moments alone with the body. As she shut the door, she recalled
how she had just dined with him less than a week ago. She locked the door.

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

More or less roughly caressing his flesh, she noted the coloring. He had a
yellowish, blue/green hue. She pressed down on his chest, expelling the gases
that the deathbed had welled up inside him. From the look of him, she thought
it must've been more than just three and a half days before they had found his
brains splattered all over the wall of that old house. Well, it had been really
hot that year in North Carolina, it must be one of the most humid states. She
remembered when she was a little girl how she would run around naked through
the yard. And she remembered the dog her dad had bought for her -- Measles -
- he was a Dalmation. She loved that dog.

At the age of seven, she had already taught him to lick her little twat,
afterwards he would always pop his jaws, and pull at his chain trying to get
more. She also remembered how she felt hot and embarrassed when her mother had
called her to 'come out from behind that doghouse and put some clothes on
before your father gets here!' Yes, that damned dog. She had always imagined
that it was Measles humping her ass instead of having that goddamned Barbie
doll up there. For a long while, as she masturbated, she found it almost
impossible to cum without thinking of that dog. Oh, well. She still had her ...


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

She was severely aroused, so she hopped off the table, looked for something and
came back with a pair of scissors. She clipped off his cock. "I've always
wanted to do that.'' She contemplated her next move, she definitely had to cum,
but how? After studying his body for a few moments, she grabbed a knife. She
started to cut away at his flesh revealing tiny larvae. That didn't bother her
because she knew she had to cum, NOW. She picked up his arm and started sawing
away at the wrist. She loved the sound of the knife grinding at the cartilage
and bones. He had rather large hands and she knew it was impossible to get his
knuckles inside of her. It was taking a long time but she had to ... She heard
a knock at the door and faked a whimpering, "Just a little more time, please. I
loved him so much!'' Looking back at her father's face, she growled, "I guess
you thought you'd get out of this, didn't you?''. Climbing back up on his now
peeling body, she could feel the maggots through the skin. That made her so
wet. After finally succeeding with the ever-so-dull knife which seemed to be
placed there for the sole purpose of sawing dead limbs for sexual pleasures
(ha), she tried to gather saliva into her mouth.

She perched herself off to the side in which the hand was severed, she drooled
onto the stump, slowly working it into her cunt, she got it in just past her
lips. This obviously felt better than the now severed penis from the way she
started to moan with impeccable technique. She was now rocking back and forth,
pushing the arm further inside. She was up to the elbow now, and remembering
the dead hand, she picked it up and started to suck on the fingers. The sucking
turned into biting -- now her tongue could feel the smooth hardness of the
bones. She proceeded to snap each of them in two -- stopping only to suck out
the marrow. The one finger remaining was the one on which he still donned the
wedding band. This finger she inserted into her anus, which had always been an
erogenous zone.

Obviously from the wild bucking, she was highly aroused and was on the verge of
cumming, yes, she was now cumming ... so hard ... and so good. This had to be
the best orgasm of her life. She screamed, and started ranting about how good
it felt, and yelled, "This was all the respect you deserve! This was what you
get for leaving me like this! You fucking bastard, now you know how my mother
felt all these years! She hated it when you fucked her, and she hated you!''
These stinging words that would've once broken her father's heart now fell into
meaningless sounded reverberating off of the dead silence. And the realization
that nobody really cared flooded her heart with tears, and her mind with rage.

She reached the knife, and in a final act of fury stabbed his heart, and
randomly sliced off pieces of flesh which flew everywhere. This, however wasn't
enough to satisfy her, so she started bucking again, and with so much emotion
inside, she found it impossible to escape from a second cumming. Now as she
bounced so hard, she could feel her vagina pushing out so much of the juices
they were now covering his whole arm. Still holding the knife in her hand, she
started to stab him every time her pussy contracted. There had to be at least
twenty holes in him by then, she really came so well.

She climbed down, gave her father one last glance and embrace, and dressed. She
walked out to a very concerned looking doctor who tried to muster up a tear
while shaking his head and saying, "He always was a good man.''

Her reply was, "And he still is.''

It was a closed casket funeral.

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