Funeral IV: Autopsy

Cathy sat by her computer looking for stories about women being buried alive. She would spend many more hours reading those stories and playing with her pussy until she exploded in orgasm. It's not that Cathy had trouble getting men to satisfy her needs. Her only problem was finding a man that understood these desires.

Searching the internet one night, Cathy stumbled across a web page that sold caskets to the general public with no questions asked. She immediately sent an email asking about the offer. It took only minutes to receive a reply.

The message gave a list of prices and a description of the caskets.The man also said it could be delivered by himself to hold down suspicions. Cathy’s eyes glazed over at the thought of owning her own casket. Cathy might not be buried in it soon, but at least she could enjoy the feeling of being in a casket.

Cathy sent a reply and a phone number for the man to contact her. Moments after sending the email the phone rang, startling her. She answered the phone and a voice on the other end asked, "Is this Cathy?"

Unsure of late night phone calls, she hesitantly replied, "Yes, I am she."

The voice said in a soothing tone, "I just received an email from you about a casket purchase. I'm sure I have several that you may like. if I don’t have it I can get it within the week."

Cathy was surprised by the call so hesitated and mumbled, "I would like to have one and your prices seem reasonable."

The voice continued in its easy tone, "Is this to be used for furniture or for use by you?"

Cathy’s legs weakened and she sank into a chair. She hadn't expected the stranger to say such a thing. Cathy gathered her nerve and replied, "It's for me to use."

The voice changed from the easy tone it had used to one that was more serious as it said, "I have a deal for special customers. If you want to be buried alive, the casket and funeral is free; I take care of all the details."

Cathy had never imagined her night on the internet could turn into something like this. All of her desires could be fulfilled by a simple yes. She thought for a moment and realized getting the details wouldn't hurt anything. Finally, Cathy said, "I would love to have the details of a free package."

The man told Cathy he would send detail by email and the phone-line went dead. Cathy paced around her apartment wanting to check her email. She knew the man wouldn't have had time to send anything. She couldn't stand it any longer and rushed to the computer. To Cathy’s dismay there was no mail for her. She tried several times that night, but there was nothing. Cathy came to the conclusion the phone call had been a prank and went to bed.

Cathy laid in bed thinking of the things that might happen if the call was real. Imagining herself laying in a satin covered casket, she reached down with one hand and stroked her already wet pussy. Cathy’s moans and her rapid breathing were the only sounds to be heard. Her hand movements sped up with her thumb paying attention to her clit. Cathy’s moans turned into screams as she climaxed in huge spasms.

Cathy slept fitfully that night. The thoughts of the man on the phone played in her mind. The next morning, Cathy awakened in a bath of sweat and her pussy was soaking wet. She had dreamed of being lowered into a grave with darkness around her.

Once fully awake, Cathy nearly ran to her computer. It seemed to take forever for the connect and her email software to loaded. There was a slight pause as the display showed she was connected, but nothing happened. Cathy’s heart sank at the thought of her email picking this time not to work. Her eyes lit up when she saw the "one message received" displayed.

Cathy looked at the heading and it was from the address she had wrote to about the casket. She hesitated for a moment before reading the mail. She knew if she read the message her life could change forever, or even end. The message read:

Dear Cathy,

I think you may be wanting one of my special packages. I have done
this in the past with very good results. I think all of my girls have
enjoyed their experience. I give out death notices and arrange for
the funeral. No one would ever think you might be alive at the time of
burial. I will be glad to honor any special request or may suggest a
few things.

Call 555-1212 for more details.

Thank you for your request,

Mark

Cathy ended her connection and stared at the screen. All of her desires could come true with one phone call. There was no decision to make, she would make the call.

Cathy hung up the phone and relaxed for the first time since sending the email the night before. The plans were set, she was to be at the funeral home the next day. Her heart raced at the thought of actually having her desires come true. Cathy pulled up her nylon nightgown and used a hand to bring herself to anther orgasm.

The day went slowly, even though she stayed busy. She cleaned the apartment and got rid of anything she didn't want anyone to see. She sent out a few last emails on her computer and formatted the hard-drive. Finally, night came, but Cathy slept little.

Cathy drove to the funeral hone thirty miles way. The day was hot and the excitement made it worse. She thought about taking her car to get the air conditioner fixed and then laughed at the idea.

Cathy pulled into the drive of the large funeral home. She went to the door and walked in. A nice looking man met her as she strolled through the empty foyer. The man spoke first and said, "I am Mark, you must be Cathy."

She was surprised to see a man so young and handsome. Cathy had expected a man much older. She then remembered the reason she was there and said, "Yes, I'm Cathy."

Mark looked at the thirty year old woman and said, "You are very pretty. I think you will look good lying in a casket. Do you want to see how it feels right now?"

Cathy said nothing as she followed Mark to another room. The room was filled with caskets of different styles and colors. Mark walked to one that was pink with a light pink interior. Mark pointed to the casket and Cathy moved closer. She looked into the casket and slid her hand across the ruffled satin material inside. Cathy felt her crotch getting moist, but resisted the urge to move her hand there.

Mark pulled a stool to the casket and Cathy looked at it. She then placed a foot on one of the rungs and stepped up. Mark held her hand as she carefully climbed into the casket. It felt awkward standing in the casket since they were made to lay in. She sat down and slid against the satin material until she was laying flat. The pillow held her head as if she was laying in bed.

Mark looked at the pretty, petite girl with her small breast pressing against her shirt and asked, "Is it what you thought it would be?"

Cathy breathlessly replied, "It is what I thought it would be and more."

Mark wanted to climb in the casket with Cathy and fuck her, but knew the time wasn't right. Trying to hide the excitement in his voice, he asked, "Do you still want to go through with it?"

Cathy looked at Mark with ecstasy on her face and replied, "You bet I do, when do we get started?"

Mark smiled and said, "Right now is good for me."

Mark helped Cathy out of he casket and the two walked to his office. Mark took out several forms and asked Cathy several questions concerning relatives. Cathy noticed the last form in particular, it was the death certificate. She watched as he put the date and time of her death. According to the certificate she had died two hours before. Mark then looked up at Cathy and asked, "This is a special occasion and no time to hold back. You are officially dead."

Cathy thought of her excitement at seeing autopsy photographs. Cathy thought of the pain, smiled, and said, "Could you do an autopsy without me dying?"

Mark thought for a moment and replied, "I could do a modified version that would keep you alive for a while." Mark then made the usual calls to the authorities and Cathy’s family.

Mark led Cathy to a room in the back. The walls were lined with things that Cathy didn't recognize. In the middle of he floor was a stainless steel table with holes dotting the metal. Mark looked sternly at Cathy and said, "Take off your clothes and lay on the table."

Cathy looked at Mark in disbelief and asked, " You mean we're going to start now. I thought nothing would happen until tomorrow."

Mark calmly said, "If you wish we can wait, but it will be rush."

Cathy thought for a moment and said, "What the hell, let's get on with it." Cathy took off her clothes and laid flat on the cold, steel table.

Chill bumps formed and her pussy got wet as she waited on Mark to gather the supplies. Mark pushed a cart next to the table and put on surgical gloves. He looked at Cathy and said in an almost concerning voice, "This is going to hurt like nothing you have ever felt."

Cathy thought of her torture sessions with a former boyfriend. She knew it would be nothing like this. Cathy hesitated and said, "I know it will hurt and look forward to it. The pain is worth having my deepest desires fulfilled."

Mark picked up the scalpel and brought it down just below her collar bone. Cathy jumped as the blade cut into her flesh. Mark pulled the scalpel back and said, "You have to be still. If I make the wrong cut you could die."

Cathy relaxed her body as Mark brought the scalpel into contact with her skin once again. This time Cathy reveled in the pain as the blade moved across her body. She watched blood form along the blade as it moved. Mark slid the scalpel in an angle, going just inside of her breast. At the bottom of her rib cage he changed directions and moved straight down her belly.

Cathy had several small orgasms as the scalpel sliced her body. She watched as the blood flowed down her sides and into the tiny holes in the table. Cathy watched as Mark made another cut from her other collarbone until it dissected with the first one.

Mark laid down the scalpel and looked at the pain and pleasure in Cathy’s face. He then placed both hands at the point where the cuts met. He took the loose flesh in his hands and began to pull. Cathy screamed in pain as the flesh tore from muscle and ribs. The movement was quick and precise. Cathy’s flesh and breast lay folded to the side. Her breast now hung toward her sides in an awkward position.

The pain eased and Cathy felt Mark's bloody, gloved hand touch her upside down nipple. Even with the pain she had endured, Cathy felt another orgasm approaching. She wanted Mark to fuck her mutilated body, but she wanted the autopsy more.

Mark slid his hand into the her belly. He first pulled at her stomach and then the intestines. Mark made several cuts inside of Cathy and her organs were soon laying on the table beside her. Cathy could feel the warmth of her insides against her skin. She eased her hand into the blooded mess and massaged it though her fingers.

Mark placed several sutures inside of Cathy to stop the bleeding. He then took a course thread and sewed the gaping wound closed. Once again Cathy’s breast pointed in the correct direction.

Mark stepped back, looked as his handiwork, and said, "I'm through. You went through all of an autopsy except for the removal of your heart, lungs and sex organs. I, of course, had to leave those to keep you alive. And of course I left your sex organs so you can still experience pleasure up until the end."

Cathy spoke for the first time since the autopsy and said, "I loved every minute of it. I don’t want to complain, but is there some makeup you can put on me to make me look more dead."

Mark smile and said, "I have something even better."

Mark took a mask and placed it over Cathy’s mouth and nose. He felt his cock harden as he said, "Take several deep breaths. This will make you look and smell dead."

Cathy did as instructed. The stinking gas choked her at first. Mark removed the mask and said, "In a few minutes you will look more dead than the dead."

Mark held a mirror above Cathy and she orgasmed once more. The reflection in the mirror was of a dead woman that had been autopsied, not of her old self. She wanted to lay there looking at herself, but Mark took the mirror away. She was about to protest when Mark said, "I have to get you ready for the viewing, tonight. I don’t want your family seeing you like this."

Mark worked on Cathy’s hair and put morticians makeup on her face. Cathy still had a dead look, but normal for what people think a corpse should look like. He pushed the table into the casket room, picked Cathy up, and placed her in a casket.

Cathy looked at the stitches that formed the "Y" on her body. She noticed the way her stomach sank into her empty body cavity. She slid her hands over the course stitches and her sunken belly. Not caring about Mark standing there, she let her hand move to her wet pussy. rubbing her clit vigorously. Cathy quickly climaxed.

Mark tore himself away from the beauty playing with her pussy to get the things he needed. Mark walked to a large closet with clothes hanging inside. He searched through the clothes until he found what he wanted. Mark carried a simple white blouse back to Cathy.

Cathy looked at the clothing Mark held. It was a silk, white blouse with no back. Mark slid the blouse over her arms and tucked the edges underneath her torso. He them dropped a curtain attached to the casket that had been laying on top. The curtain fell at Cathy’s waist, hiding her nude body below.

Chapter II The funeral

People began to flood the funeral home. One by one they strolled by the casket to look at their deceased loved one. Cathy wanted to close the lid to hide from these people. She felt they knew of her nakedness at the bottom of the curtain. Cathy felt distraught at the sadness of the people around her.

Cathy almost opened her eyes fully when she saw her old boyfriend, Ted, above her looking down with sad eyes. They had broken up on good terms, but he couldn't understand her desires. Cathy knew he still loved her. She watched as
the old boyfriend leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Cathy resisted the urge to return the kiss. Ted pushed his tongued deep into Cathy’s mouth. Cathy felt the coolness of the air against her damp pussy.

Ted broke the kiss, stood, first looking at Cathy, and then around the room. When he was sure no one was looking, he dropped a hand to one of Cathy’s breast. He massaged her breast through the silken blouse. Ted was surprised by the stiffness of Cathy’s nipple. Ted’s cock grew hard as his hand slipped beneath the blouse. He almost jerked his hand away when it touched the thick sutures holding her chest closed. Instead, he let his hand play along the line of stitches.

Cathy clenched her teeth to keep from screaming as Ted’s hand touched her tortured body. She wanted him to quit while at the same time wanting him to continue. Cathy’s mind let out a sigh of relief as Ted’s hand left the sutures and went back to her tender breast. She felt as his fingers tweaked her stiff nipple. Cathy’s pussy juices began to flow even more. She could imagine the wet spot that must be forming on the satin below her pussy.

Ted jerked his hand away when an elderly woman approached the casket. The old woman hugged Ted and said, "I'm sure you miss Cathy. I know you cared for her very much. She is gone now so you must let her go."

Ted said to the woman, "You are right, I have to let her go."

Ted followed the elderly woman away from the casket. He stopped for a moment and looked back at the casket. He rubbed his stiff cock through his pants and continued following the woman.

After everyone had left, Cathy began to play with her pussy in earnest. She was near orgasm when Mark approached. He looked at the ecstatic look on Cathy’s face and said, "It looks like you are having a good time."

Cathy looked at the handsome man standing above her and said, "I'm so horny... I can’t stand it. Will you fuck me?"

Mark needed no more prodding. He removed his pants exposing his already stiff cock. Mark opened the bottom portion of the casket exposing Cathy’s naked lower half. He removed the piece of a blouse she was wearing and admired the mutilated body of Cathy. He noticed the way her stomach sank into the empty cavity below it.

Mark couldn't stand it any longer and climbed into the casket. He lowered his body until his manhood touched Cathy’s wet pussy. Mark eased his cock into Cathy’s pussy with the thoughts of nothing laying beyond the short canal. Mark began to rapidly fuck her, feeling the stitches as they scratched his chest.

Cathy screamed with ecstasy and pain as Mark fucked her dead-like body. When his body rubbed her sutures, pain ran through her chest. The pain only added to the excitement in her pussy. It didn't take long for the two to explode in orgasm. Mark then collapsed onto Cathy and the two laid there without moving for several minutes.

As mark was climbing out of the casket, Cathy said, "Thank you... Thank
you for the best experience in my life. You have given me everything I've ever dreamed of."

Mark smiled and only said, "The best is yet to come," as he closed the lid of the casket.

Darkness bathed Cathy as she laid in the casket. She knew that when the casket closed the next day the darkness would be permanent. She couldn't wait for the excitement of being lowered into the ground. Cathy fell asleep playing with her clit and thinking of the things to happen the next day.

It was nearly noon when the casket lid opened and the light awakened her. Mark was standing there smiling when she opened her eyes. He looked at the naked form below him and said, "You look well rested. There isn't much time before the funeral. I'm going to open your casket for the ceremony. I want you to see everything that's going on around you."

Mark heard the door of the funeral home open and quickly closed the lid of the casket. Darkness once again closed in on Cathy. She heard voices outside of the casket and knew it was the hearse driver that would take her to the cemetery.

The ride to the cemetery didn't take long. Cathy’s only regret was not being able to see everything that was going on around her. All movement of the casket stopped and then the lid opened. Mark stood there smiling. Cathy was about to speak when she saw others behind him. She laid there keeping her eyes closed, but still able to see a little.

Flowers were placed on the bottom of the casket and all around. She could smell the sweet scent of the flowers. She could hear the rustling of metal chairs as people Began to take their seats. When the preacher began to talk, everything got quiet except for the sound of the preachers low, soothing voice.

The thirty minute service seemed like an eternity to Cathy. She nearly let out a sigh of relief as the preacher concluded the service. Several people walked by the casket for a last look at their departed friend. Cathy let a small smile cross her lips when Ted made another appearance above her. Cathy was slightly startled when Ted spoke to her: "I thought something was strange when I saw you at the funeral
home last night. Then I remembered the fantasies you told me about. I know you're not dead, but soon will be. I wish you would change your mind and come away with me. You know I still love you."

Ted leaned down and kissed Cathy once again. When his lips touched hers, Cathy let her tongue slide deep into Ted’s mouth. Ted jumped back, slightly shocked. He had thought Cathy was still alive, but it was a shock to find out it was true.

Mark came over and told Ted he must leave; that it was time for the burial. Ted grasped Cathy’s hand and gave it a slight squeeze. Cathy closed her hand around Ted’s and then contact was broken as Ted walked away.

Mark looked down at Cathy and asked, "Are you ready?"

Cathy nodded and Mark closed the lid. She heard the latches close and knew her source of fresh air was gone forever. Cathy felt the casket move as it was lowered into the barren earth of the grave. There was a thud as the casket touched bottom.

The tractor quickly covered the casket. Cathy laid there imagining the five feet of soil laying on her casket. She wanted to play with her pussy again, but knew the excitement would cause her to use the precious air sooner. Soon, Cathy fell asleep, never to wake again.

The end

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