I just saw that Luka Magnotta video on Ogrish, that shit was crazy. He cuts his victims arm off and fondles his balls with it. Then proceeds to butt fuck the limbless corpse. The weird motherfucker also does so other stuff to it but I am not going to give a full description. You are going to need a stong stomach to watch this one.

I confess i had a poo that felt like shitting out a cricket ball and there was some blood i also farted and it smelt like a corpse plus some times i like to put my penis between my legs and pretend i'm a ladie. he eeeeeeeeee he

There's something bothering me for quit some time now, when i was little i delivered the newspapers. One time i read a story in them about a night guard in a morgue in Austria who liked to fuck the corpses. At one time they rolled a 19 y/o blonde and apparantly very beautiful looking girl in and the guard being who he was didn't wait long and went about doing his thing. While he was thrusting in her though, the girl woke up.. You can only imagine the sheer horror on her face discovering she is being pounded by that sweaty faced fat guy, the screaming that follows, the utter confusion on his face, anyways, obviously it turned out the girl was apparant dead, but the thing i was wondering about ; If you were the parents of the blonde stunner, what would you do ? Makes sure the guy gets locked up in a dungeon and throw away the key, or do you send him a fruitbasket for saving their beloved daughter from autopsy and a burial ???
I.O.W. ; Can it be ?
That the things we see..
Do not appear to be ?
The things that we see ...

WTF is up with all the misogynist, racist, right-wing FUCKTARDS on ML? Here's a hint from a chick guys, maybe, if you weren't such reactionary FUCKTARDS women might like you and you MIGHT get laid...it's something to consider...I know I would no more fuck a man who espoused such vitriolic crap then I'd fuck Newt Gingrich, oh wait, that was redundant...ok then I'd fuck a rotting, pustulent corpse...fuck, redundant AGAIN

Looking for a video...
Some morgue worker is fucking a lady-body but she comes back to life

I think the set up was a group of guys fucking the corpse until she suddenly resurrects

What would you do to me if I were a corpse?

I would cut your head off then rape your head and corpse.

Truest confession ever:

I have a daughter. Right out of the womb, I knew he was a little cockslut. She was born with all natural DDs. Also, I have a huge fat monster cock, yeah that sounds good. Oh and uh her pussy was dripping wet. I mean supersoaker status. We fuck ALL the time, like non-stop and I blew like 20 loads in her belly button. Now she's a little older and has even biggerer tits. No matter how many times I ream her ass, it just gets tighter and tighter. One time, my dick was stuck inside her for 3 whole days. I pissed in her and she loved it. One time she tried to piss on me and I beat her within an inch of her life. I almost wish she would've die so I could've hate fucked her corpse.

HI, I have REALLY SICK THOUGHTS...

so here goes...

would you / HAVE YOU ever had sex with a women RIGHT AFTER SHE JUST GAVE BIRTH , like right there in the OR (operation room) - blood and all, would you??..

would you ever have sex with a whore / slut / pros (right after you shot her with a gun) just because she would shut the fuck up and or put out

would you bang a chick EVEN AFTER SHE TELLS YOU SHE HAS ""GONERIA""

Would you ever have sex with a CORPSE (in the coffen - AND , DOUBLE POINTS if its in the GROUND - Just Burried)

would you rape and murder AND THEN FUCK HER all because she didnt give you the time and day (bonus points if you say you HAVE DONE THIS - PIC OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN)

lets say you're in your 20's and 30's , would you let a women who is in her 50's and 60's SUCK YOUR DICK???... how about VICE VERSA....

would you break into a house / apt and BANG A CHICK while she is still sleeping??..

would you have sex with a 12 YR OLD even when your in your 20's and 30's

would you ever force your KID (whos about 9,10,11) to have sex with , lets say... a women whos in her teens and 20's

would you kill a rat with an obo??...

would you put HONEY on your COCK and FUCK A WOMEN haahhaahah (STICKY SITUATION)

would you eat pussy if she was in her... 40's and 50's and 60's...and you're just a minor

EASIEST THING in the world to raise a kid.. IF YOU FOLLOW THE STEPS... 1ST STEP... take the kid, and you put him on the street corner... and you leave him there.... you come back a week later... if the kid is still there... you got yourself a stupid fuckin kid... Then you just proceed from that point... it's all BS folks, ITS ALL BS and It's Bad for ya....

would you tell a chick to SUCK YOUR DICK right after you just took a massive shit!! ahhahahahahahahahahaahah

Not much of a confession but here goes. I am a Canadian and I hate Americans. I have been all over the world and Americans are the lowest scum on earth. They put the Canadian flag on there bag when traveling why? Because Canadians are liked and get treated with respect not like Americans. Their country smells looks and is crap. We see America through TV and we see that yeah they seem smart and witty but really you only look a little further and you will see that in fact it is a unfair portrayal of the American people.

America the world hates you. You've pushed and pushed and now you will be shoved! We will not take your fucking bullshit no more. The worlds hate for you boils its blood. You are out numbered America you do not stand a chance against the rising tide of deliberate destruction. Your shit filled lands will serve well as a mass grave for all your rotting corpses. Your men women and children will all be slaughtered not one spared.

Heed the warnings America your time is short and your end is near and it is ugly and dirty but a bright FREE world awaits the rest of us after the American parasite is squashed.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

[INTEL RECEIVED]

This is Ashlynne. She witnessed a bribe between a Oregon Governor candidate and a lobbyist and reached out to police to testify against the Governor candidate and take him out of the running. Due to our contacts in the Portland Police Department, we have placed her inside of a safehouse in an isolated part of the city. The Governor candidate has payed us to eliminate Ashlynne by any means necessary. This is your Red Test, John. Kill Ashlynne, ravage her corpse as your prize and send a message that no one is safe from Operation Shadowfall. Do this, and you will become a full member of Operation Shadowfall.

- Jane Doe. 

I confess that im a loser who's probably gunna end up a homeless corpse overdosing on meth under a freeway by the time im 30. I hate people, do excessive amounts of drugs, have no intention of getting a career and do nothing more with my time than getting high, jerking off and posting on forums about how much life sucks but im too much of a pussy to commit suicide.

I know a young woman named Kayla. I sometimes jack off to fantasies of choking her to death and then fucking her corpse. fucked up i know...but it makes for great wankin'

Thoughts on YOUR gf Jenna.

I'd like to take her into the basement to my red room. There I'd tie her down to a table, and fuck her holes while she screams. When I finish using up all of her holes. I'd bring out the torch, fork and blade. Use the torch to cook her ass in sections Then cut them off with the knife, and feed her her own ass. When I've got a few big bites taken out. Including a few bites for me. I'll untie her and give her to the homeless group of men who come visit anythime I have a girl over. Let them fuck her until they have beem satisfied. When they are done. We shove her screaming fighting and flailing soon to be corpse into the oven to ve cooked for the homeless to eat. Until i Bring the next girl home. Yours looks delicious

Nine principles for killing the enemy inside your borders, and the five base requirements they stand on.

Base requirements are as follows:

1, You can blend in with the area you are operating in, have little to no restrictions to where you can safely go, possess the skills necessary to gather assets, and are not a wanted man from the start. You already fulfill this requirement as long as you plan on staying on US soil.

2, You need to kill people who feel threatened and are hiring security. This doesn't make sense otherwise.

3, You disagree so violently with what these people have done to your country and to you that killing them, and killing anyone who works for them is not out of the picture for you. You must accept the viewpoint that anyone who would work for your enemy is just as culpable as they are.

4, Society is destabilized and law enforcement resources have been stretched to the point that you have a good chance of getting away with gunfire as long as you leave the scene sooner rather than later.

5, Make an example of enough people and those who follow in their footsteps will not do the same things. Fear is a powerful motivator.

The principles:

1, As long as you act first, they have less, you have more. Why? This is a simple bit of math you can work out on a scrap of paper. First, you have the number of guards or security. Then you subtract that number by the number of them you can kill before they are able to start responding. The minimum number is one. With a bit of luck, you can raise it much higher. So, if you are one of two competant trigger pullers, and they have four, and you can decorate the walls with the brains of the first one before you start doing anything, then the first one to die never even factored in. Now it's two versus three.

2, Killing people is easy and every one you kill makes killing the rest easier. Also, hurting people is easy and the more you hurt them, the slower they move and less effective they are, making finishing them off even easier.

3, Quit the very moment it stops being easy, and go away. You do not want a fair fight, you want to act when you can take the unfair advantage, ride it as long as possible, and quit before the risk/reward tips at all. You can always come back and kill more later. There's plenty of them. Don't get one-itis. Next time, it'll either be too hard a target (in which case see #8) and thus moot, or the fact that their lives are in peril from the moment they come on duty will mean the next ones will be desperate for the money and entirely out of their element.

4, Less is more. No manifesto. No statements of intent. They know you exist when they are dying. The rest of the time, you are a ghost.

5, It doesn't matter if they were a Thuper Duper SEAL commando, the laws of physics will not be suspended for them. You still can't take them in a fair fight, but why would you ever want to do that? They no longer have a supply chain, air support, armor assets, or the ability to call in serious backup. Any human that stops a bullet with their face dies. Any corpse hung from a bridge burns.

6, You do not live in a war zone. You are part of the population and so are they. They cannot tell you apart from the enemy. They cannot cut loose with automatic weapons into a crowd if they feel scared. They operate under great restrictions, and the more dangerous and professional they are, the more restricted they will be by nature.

7, A continuation of the last part of #3. No one wants to protect a client when they know that people will attack him only to kill his security and then leave. Their competancy curve will go up or down dramatically, and most likely down. Shred someone's security enough, and someone else with a grudge might just finish the job for you. That's even more of a win, psychologically. The world appears to be against them.

8, There is no security for a non-p********ial official that is so high that you can't kill just one of them and vanish. It doesn't have to be on the job. Guards go home, have birthday parties with their kids, and go to hotels to fuck their friends wives. Stab them from behind in the frozen foods aisle when they're choosing between peas and california vegetable mix. Who's going to stop you on the way out- the bag boys? Block them in on a bridge and toss them over the side, with a twenty pound weight handcuffed to one wrist for companionship. Have a mugging go wrong when they pull into that Shell for gas.

9, Shooting them, shredding their limbs with remote detonated explosions, and driving trucks into their convoys is not the only way to get the job done. You have many, many options, thanks to #6. Plan ahead and you can belong anywhere. Deliver them some food tainted with something fatal, deliver chlorine gas bombs to their doors with a stolen UPS uniform, use forged identification and papers to get into their offices, start a very unfortunate fire, and block the doors on your way out.

Bonus principle:

When they aren't able to get security anymore, they will most likely turtle up. This gives you a fixed location and plenty of time and observation to work on less hit and run type plan. From that point, you can make it very personal.

Anyone willing to confess? Consider the following situation.

You fall asleep next to your wife whom you love dearly.

Several hours later, the sun rises. You turn on your back, raise your arms and stretch out, yawn and come to being fully awake.

You turn to your wife, place your arm over her to kiss her. She's cold, and stiff. You check, she isn't breathing. In a panic, you roll her towards you. It's plain to see. She died during the night. Her body is chilled to the same temperature as the cool air.

THE CONFESSION:

WOULD YOU FUCK THE CORPSE, ONE LAST TIME?

Enough dead bodies!

If I want to see mutilated corpses, I'll pop a fucking zombie movie into my DVD player.

Can we please do something about the corpse photos? Like allow me to filter them out when I'm looking through galleries or the live page? At any given time there's one or two seriously fucked up dead bodies right on the live page and gallery summary page, and it's obvious it's one sick fucking moron that keeps bumping them up on purpose to try to kill my wood and drive people away.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwNVE37BGVE

Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.

Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does anyone else get that feeling?
Teenagers naked,
Couple in threes
Grandparents swing from the ceiling.

Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Everyone else has had more sex than me.

Corporate chambers and office amore.
Shenanigans outdoor and in.
Resist and then later your find out there's more
Regret in not doing the sin.

Our lives have to die
Of that there's no help
My favourite way to end them
Is the orb-weaver spider's whose pedipalp
Enters the female pudendum.

Then dies on the spot
His corpse there still stuck,
Left for his rivals to curse at.
He would rather die than not get to f^ck
Personally I reckon it's worth it.

Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does anyone else get that feeling?

Everyone else has had more sex than me.
Does everybody else get that feeling?

SHE SAID YES!!!! She is the hottest woman I have EVER seen/touched/kissed and she said she would marry me if I moved there. I can get citizenship and live with her in polyamorus bliss until we're both rotting corpses in the ground. I cannot wait! It's going to take some time, and I will be eagerly awaiting the moment I arrive in her arms.

Okay, so, i had this dream like 24 hours ago (its 5 in the morning so give or take) and either way, it was about some sort of apocalypse or fall of society.
I often had dreams of something similar bout of course, with the whole zombies and z-germ thing, but this one was different.
It was very vivid, and i swear i was witnessing some of these events that had occurred.
One being that there was a great sense of fear, no matter where i was, people were dying everywhere from a apparent super-virus, kinda of like a modern black plague.

So okay, i can go with that for a while, emotionally anyways, that doesn't bother me.
I was pretty much by myself (odd, im usually with friends or family in these situations) on foot walking down a street with abandoned cars and the like, when thick dark clouds started rolling over head.
In my dream, i already had the knowledge of what to do, when the clouds come, you run inside.
That was basically what my normally conscious brain can remember and i struggle to still understand why fear washed over me from this storm.
Essentially what it boiled down to was, that some sort of hellish demon looking creatures (lack of a better description) inhabited earth, and well, started killing everyone. If there were survivors of the plagues, these demons would soon follow with the dark clouds. Evidence of where they have been could be shown by the dismembered, disemboweled, corpse that either lay about or strung up on ceilings and walls as decorations.

I woke up, still have that fear-ish feeling and went to take a piss and had this feeling like there was someone in my house, you know that feeling that oyu get when you sense someone there that shouldn't be?
Either way, i looked around til satisfied, and went back to sleep.
This dream starts right back up where i left off.
and it was pretty much surviving every minute and sleeping with one eye open type of stuff.
Then i woke up again early in the morning, around 5, and turned my desk lamp on.
From the corner of my eye i swear i saw a decapitated head sitting on my desk or what appeared to be one.
I blinked as i flinched to look at it, and as i blinked, it disappeared.
Never went to sleep after that.

Why do people bother asking the mods to do anything? it should be obvious they don't care about anything you ask about. Both dewez and whatever other mongoloids he has helping run his shit server are hypocritical little fucks who brag about a "moral-free zone" but as soon as anyone whiles about supposed cp, etc. they shit their pants nad deete ti. That's why somone needs to take Dewez and put a couple bullets in his worthless head. Post his real life info. Then maybe he'll make the bigtime when they have to ID his corpse from the dental records.

I Confess That I'm really turned onto Munging. For those of you that don't know what it is, It's when You and a few of your friends goes to a graveyard and Dig up Fresh female corpse and have a gang bang. After wards, one of your friends puts their mouth over the vagina and one of your other friends jumps on the stomach, shooting all the cum and maggots and such into the person's mouth. They swallow it.

Such a turn on!

I want to kill the guy that keeps saying "OLD HOG dog over and over again and rape his mutilated corpse afterwards.

My greatest desire may sound lil bit funny or weird to you.. But am lovin it..

I want to be crucified.. yes I mean it.. More over I'd love to be nailed in the cross as 'upside down' crucifixion. It'd prolong my torments and death struggle to the extreme. Even if I beg someone to remove me from the cross, No one should respond that. A lot of people should watch my torturous death and humiliate my corpse too.

I suspect, there will be No one in my boat..

Anyone into Necrophilia? I havent tried it but curious. Anyone have any pics of fucking a corpse??

I had sex with a prostitute last night. Every few months I get the urge to go to the red light district just to see the streetwalkers. I call it whore watching. Most whores I see tend to be black. I don't want to appear racist but what's with that? Are they just lazier and want a quick payday than others? I've seen pretty girls work their ass off for just above minimum wage rather than selling their ass. I guess self-respect is its own reward.

Anyway, I'm cruising and staring at the meat up for sale. I spot a few but I'm surprised how slow it is. Usually the street is packed with cars making u-turns trying to get at them. But not that night. I saw some amazingly beautiful women, though. Finally, after about an hour of driving I pull into an ATM and withdrawal $60 just in case I succumb to it I'll at least get a blow job.

Then I see this one walking down the street and I just have to get her. So I pull into a parking lot and wait for her. She sees me and walks towards my car but she's with a guy so I freak cuz it's obviously her pimp and he's pointing at me, probably telling her to go see me. The pimp looks like an assistant manager at a Best Buy, though. Very weird.

She gets in my car. She's black, thin, gorgeous, nice set of titties, maybe C cup, nice small round ass. She has an underbite that kind of throws me but it's only obvious from profile view. She tells me a blowie is $40, a fuck $60 so I opt for the blow job and save my $20.

I pull into a spot, take out my cock and she goes to work. Now, this is weird because she takes her sweet time. Usually whores are in a rush and watching the clock but this one doesn't seem concerned with how long it's taking to get me off. Maybe it had to do with how slow business was or maybe she's new because she wasn't being pushy or maybe just has low self-esteem. But I was enjoying the view and touching her all over.

She was sucking on my dick for some 20 minutes and I wasn't even close to cumming so I finally just thought 'fuck it' and gave her the other $20 to fuck her. Her bottom boyshorts come off and I'm fucking away. Now I'm floored because she doesn't seem concerned with the time at all. I'm pumping away enjoying the sight of her cute little face bobbing up and down and she's just letting me go. I cum in the condom but I wanted get as much mileage out of this whore as I could so I suppress my moans and just keep pumping away. Eventually I get bored and get off of her. Who knew having sex with a soulless corpse could do that. It also was kinda creeping me out the lost stare in her eyes waiting for it to be over.

I dropped her off and I'll probably won't have sex with a whore any time soon. The experience, while enjoyable more for having control over someone who clearly hates themselves more than the sex, will keep me going for a while, and I've come to realize that sex without love isn't that great. The cocksucking, the pussy-fucking, that's not that great, it's the intimacy I'm really looking for, and I can't find that with a whore.

do you know where i can find good videos of chloroformed whores being abused? drunk, passed out and given pills and/or ecstasy are good too. i like it to seem real if isn't.
also want to find snuff vids (morticians fucking corpses, grave robbing fuckers, etc)
and i have never seen cp but want to.

the guy that films the POV series Public Invasions should be hung from his fucking balls from a tree. I can not stand that mother fucking retard. Not only can he not speak more than 5 english phrases he spends half an hour repeating those phrases before they get to 3 minutes of actual sex and often terrible sex. the girls no doubt are usually hot, but i hope that mother fucker gets cancer & dies alone with no tombstone to mark his shitty wasteful corpse. But How about them Yankees, huh?

I know i am just one person and most trolls will just say good get the fuck out. I am done with your site. You run on double standards and twofaced policies. Banning some content yet still allowing other content that is equally illegal. I don't see how child pornography is any more depraved and sickening than people pissing and shitting on other people or any more illegal than films and pictures of people murdering other people, animal abuse, or beastiality. I know some of you will say that certain things aren't illegal everywhere and i understand that, child nudity isn't illegal everywhere either, yet THAT gets banned here. So if the Motherless servers are based in America, which they are, then yeah, half the stuff posted on their site is illegal. If they argue that it isn't because it is "user uploaded and nothing is saved on their servers" then why do they still ban some illegal (in america) stuff and not other stuff......because they are twoface fucking hypocrites.

Say what you want, i don't give a fuck. It's my opinion and i am sick of coming on here to enjoy the human form in it's true essence and seeing murdered corpses, animal abuse, beastiality, scat videos, and child porn. So yeah, say what you want, i will not be coming back to read your responses. I hope motherless crashes and burns.

These fucking krauts need to start posting in English. Before we dig up Ike and Patton and ship their corpses over to Germany. To kick your sorry Hun Asses again.

Most of the week has been rather slow. A grandma, some cancer patient, and 2 hobos.

Saturday night, and I could be going to the bar. Telling some gal she's my kind of lady. Not even wait to ask for her name if she's a little drunk.

(All of the sudden, we get a fresh one.)

Fucking bullshit. Fuck. I'm so tired of these damn corpses. When am I going to start saving up. Meet someone, someone rich too. There are so many fat girls out there willing to marry. And they are loaded. Whatever.

(I slap hands with the transport dude, Bill or something. He looks high all the time. He thinks we're really great friends too. But whatever, he's a pervert, just like me.)

(I do the routine. Take the bodybag to the refrigerated section. Someone will come looking for her Monday. Sunday, if she's lucky.)

What was on TV? Ah yes. A fight. Round sign girl is looking fucking tasty.

Suddenly, a thought pops into my head. "her".... "she".... I wonder who she is. Let me go grab the file. I don't even look at them anymore, God this is pathetic.

Name: Kelly Madison
Age: 16
Cause of death: Overdosed on Nembutal
...
...

I can't keep on reading. I have a fucking massive erection. I'm just going to peep. All I see are fucking grandmas and hobos. This is like, first time kind of thing. It's important. It's OK I feel like this right?

I'm a little scared of seeing a dead 16 year old. I should call her Kelly. Fuck, that turns me on even more.

Whatever, let's have a look.

Holy shit she's fucking fine. Why did this girl die?
She's barely into livor mortis. I really want to touch her abs. They are so perfect. OMG. My balls hurt. WTF. How am I blue balled from this shit???

(I take a lick at her abs all the way up to her tits.)

That taste. Fuck it, I'm cleaning her up right now!

(I rush through that shit like there is no tomorrow)

She's completely naked and clean on the table now. Rigor mortis should start kicking in soon. I want to eat her out. God she looks like an Angel.

(I slowly lick her. She's super dry. I stick my tongue all the way inside her vagina. She'd be the happiest girl in the world)

I wonder if she's a virgin. If she offed herself then she probably lost it to some moron and decided to end life as is. My God, this is the luckiest day of my life.

(I spit on my dick and start entering. I can imagine that pretty face moaning for me. I open her eyes so I can see them. They are rolled back a little bit, but I imagine is from the pleasure of my dick. Which hurts a bit because its really dry. I have to spit a lot.)

No blood. There wouldn't be anyways. She's so tight though.

(I fuck her really hard, put her legs on my shoulders. Stick her tongue out, drool on it, and make out with her while I fuck her rough. First time, I let myself go: I cum inside of her so hard while yelling "you ready Kelly? OMG i'm cumming baby")

Fuck that was hard. I don't think I can ever do that again. Not even lube would make that any more pleasant. Plus I nutted and I feel kind of bad now. Like sick bad.

Who am I kidding? Where's my phone? I'm going to video tape myself jerking off on her pretty face.

(She's so young and I can't stop playing with her nipples.)

I'd fuck her ass too, but rigor kicked in.

(I video tape me jerking off on her face, finish all over it. Spread it into her mouth. I find myself drooling of pleasure.)

Holy crap I could live like this.

*Phone rings*

me: Hey, Morgue here.
police station: We're calling from so and so police station, did you guys receive a girl's body?
me: Yeah, about 2 hours ago
ps: her parents didn't know where she was taken, they just found out. They are going over there right now to identify her. They are pretty devastated man, good luck with that.
me: fuck. yeah, I know the routine
(I'm looking at her face covered in my cum while saying this)
ps: have a good weekend man
me: thanks, you too

(I wipe the cum from her face. I feel like I want to leave the bit inside her mouth. )

I wish I could jerk it again. Or fuck her again.

Whatever. She'll be buried with my seed inside of her.

nice corpse in coffin

I fantasize about fucking Michael Jackson's dead corpse in the ass.

ok, something different from all that you have read here.

i confess, that in 2007, while working in a regional hospital's pathology center i fucked a corpse.

i was working on the office side, but had good relations with our pathologists assistant (the guy, who prepared the corpses for dissection and afterwards for funeral). he spent most of his time in the basement where all dissected and not dissected corpses were laying in refrigerators. the fresh ones, that had just came from the hospital side, were in the corridor, waiting to be dissected or prepared for funeral (if a doctor had written the death certificate, they didn't dissect them and they went straight to funeral after preparing - washing, clothing etc).

as this basement was a very private place, i was used to smoke there. nobody cared. it was a desolate place, and the only one to come there was this assistant. he knew, i went there smoking during winter and i had the key.

every morning between 9.00 and 13.00 he was on dissection. they mostly had 3-4 dissections a day and each took about an hour, so one could predict how long the basement is empty.

so that morning i also went down to have a smoke. everything was usual. some non-dissection corpses laying in the hall. most having leftovers of medical equipment on their bodys. tubes, heart monitor sensors, cannulas etc. some even wearing diapers...yuck :-D

most corpses are old. at least 50...probably even 60, 70 years old and up to...infinity. but occasionally some younger ones also died. they were mostly addicts, full of drugs and HIV or car crash victims but they were all disfigured...addicts looked like shit and crash victims...you know...ground meat.

but this time there was that young girl. by her toe tag she was 19 years old. she was pretty skinny. unhealthily skinny. but she still looked nice. cute. even beautiful. i later read from her case history, that she had a congenital heart disease. anyways, as her cause of death was clear, she didn't go to dissection and so she was all intact.

i smoked and watched her and...as i had sometimes had a dream of fucking a corpse, i looked at my watch to see, how much time i had. the assistant was not to come down at least 2 hours. well, i thought, that it wouldn't take even 10 minutes to get over with it - so i pulled her legs on the trolley, she was laying on, so her hips were at the edge. as she had passed away just an hour or two ago, she was still somewhat warm and the rigor mortis hadn't come to an effect yet.

fortunately she had no diapers, so she was clean from there and i had no troubles fucking her. or it - i don't know :-) anyways it took me just some strokes to cum. as it was probably the greatest risk, i had ever taken, i didn't even try to hold myself back, so i was even happy, it ended so fast, though it was good and in right time and place i would definitely do it again.

when done, i wiped her pussy clean of my cum. had to clean her deeply, cause i didn't want the assistant to have even a slightest suspicion. i put her back on her initial position, did one more cigarette and went to work.

wanted that to happen later again but had no chance of getting my hands on a young and cute corpse ever again. they all were either old crones or young addicts.

that assistant had been working in the forensic pathology center before and he told, they had young girls of different ages all the time there. every couple of days a young boy or girl was brought there due to suicide or some stupid accident.

of course...in forensics you wont fuck a corpse BEFORE dissection cause you will get caught eventually but...if you're not afraid of some bloody stuff, you could also fuck them after dissection :-D

I am playing a beautiful female corpse! Are you coming to a zombie fetish?

i confess i still want to bang the fuck out of my friend who died, not that i want to fuck her corpse, but i want her to still be alive so i can her fuck her, i'm married and she was married, we used to hook up in highschool and almost hooked up before she died. i want her back and i want to fuck her in the ass

*Disclaimer** This is a work of fiction. I do not condone real violence against women. This story is a piece of snuff fantasy and that's all it should be. A fantasy.

The anticipation was eating away at my patience. She was gorgeous, pale skin glistening bright against her tattoos, pierced tits and belly teasing me from beneath her cropped yellow top. The back door had been the obvious choice, the small bolt easily broken as I had made my way inside, creeping up to her room and peering through the cracked door. Her petite body was admiring itself, one hand running down her legs to play with the tender regions of her pussy, her black pants hiding the action from me. I could see her eyes close shut in the mirror before her; and that's when I pounced. My right hand clasped itself over her mouth as her eyes burst open, my other arm gripping her around the waist as she struggled against my grip. As her body struggled I felt my heart quicken, her panicked form causing my cock to harden. My free hand roamed her slender body, lingering on her supple tits before snaking their way up to her forehead. SNAP. Her body seized resisting as her beautiful neck snapped, the only movement remaining involuntary twitches as she died. I propped her up against the white wall and admired her still corpse, her black jeans now soaked in piss as her bladder emptied itself. I kissed her warms lips, my hands tearing the seams off her pants off to reveal her shaved pussy. My own pants feel to the floor, my throbbing cock begging to find its way into her still warm cunt. The ecstasy I felt as I worked my way inside her was indescribable, her dead, green eyes stared at me indifferently as I began to thrust deep inside of her, head bouncing at an unnatural angle as I fucked her. I pulled the top of her top over her pierced tits, enjoying the taste of them as I ran my lips over her breasts. I let out a deep moan and pulled out, prying her cold mouth open and forced my cock deep inside her mouth, crying out in ecstasy as I felt the metal ball of her tongue piercing tub it's way along my shaft. I ravaged her throat, throbbing cock making it's way as far down as it could physically go, my thrusts slamming her head against the wall, a small trickle of blood now seeping down the back of her skull. Finally I pulled out, my cum cascading her face in a white waterfall of lust. A glob drooped down her now blue lips and more splattered against her cheeks and eyes, unfeeling lids not even flinching as the made their mark. I stepped back and the cum covered, piss stained beauty before me. And pulled out my Polaroid camera. I needed to remember this for the rest of my days. Remember this angel before me. I snapped the shot and placed the shaken photo in my back pocket before scouring the house for the gasoline I'd placed away, pouring the contents once the corpse and down the staircase. A waste, but a necessary one. I took one last good look at my angel before flicking a match onto her body, and making my escape.

Considering how much CO2 production caused by the white man, there should be a carbon offset allowance for anyone who kills a white man. Think about how much CO2 reduction we would achieve if everyone just killed a white man? We could stop global warming immediately.

Then again, where would we dispose of the bodies? There's nothing worse than the stink of a rotting white man's corpse.

Nice! Very convincing and Tara made a lovely corpse.

Sometimes when they visit
I wonder 'Can they hear me?'
I'm scratching at the box and screaming out right clearly
I'm so lonely. My one and only probably took another
That means new daddy and same mother

For my babies
Before they grown ladies, I hope they remember me when they old ladies
With their own babies

Carry my memory until if fades away
My mother came to visit me, yesterday on my birthday
She laid a single rose on my head stone and said
"It ain't been easy trying to get along since you've passed on"
I hear it momma. It's been real turnwood.
I've been scratching all month, trying to hear top floor

I've been working real hard, but my body feels weak
But I can't die!
Just too awake to fall asleep
Tell them all that I miss 'em and send it with all my love
Sincerely from the underground to all of the above

Shed tears for me
How long
They've been praying for me
Also, I'm sending love to all of the above

They gotta whisper to me
I'm all alone in the place of underground
And I'm surrounded by grace
And all the faith in my existence see
Lives on and the face of my seed
And I can see it when he visits me
But I'm a father of the ground now
Family to the earth and I'm sorry that I'm gone now

Kiss your mother on the cheek
And tell her I understand why she still don't speak
Even though I'm in this coffin I get haunted by the streets
And the sounds of bloody murder roam the night
And I'm freaked out
Now its peace out
Cause I pulled the piece out
Put it in my mouth and blew my motherfucking teeth out!

I reached out
But nobody reached back
And no that's not an excuse, for it's the reason that I'm trapped
(inside here)
And everything is black and hard to breathe
Exactly like the life that I was trying to leave

You know I hate to see a grown man cry
Sometimes my homies stop by
They're smoking joints and get the high
Spirit, if they could only know that I hear it when they cough
Hear it when they talk, and scream for them to stay every time they get ready to take off

Peace you all. Bring a shovel next time
Cause it's cold down here and this dirt is a thick line between life and death
It appears I have nothing left
But the person never forgets just like a ghost in transit

I watch 'em move like bandits when they rob my corpse
And then they left me on the porch as a prep for the divorced
And now I'm back in a black bag on a gurney at the morgue
And I'm flat slab, hoping the journey will bring me home
Isn't that sad

Then I won't say no more
And let you think about me every time you hear this flow
They put me back in my coffin and they lowered me down
And ever since then, it seems like nobody come around

I have been a member of this site for 7 years, and for another bunch of years before that when it was called something else--anyone remember that? hmmm-I can't recall the old name. It'll come to me.
anyway, while searching around the other day, i typed in something like "young teen" or maybe something like "very young"--I was looking to see how young they try to make these girls look. You know! like when they are 42 years old and act like they are 10--pigtails and braces on a tired, c-grade milf--and it's called: "stacey's bedtime story for daddy"--she's 42! Who's believing this?..it's weird.
So, I was surfing around and I must have done something wrong because I got this quick message that stated something like
"BAD!!!that was an unacceptable search word and a notification has been made ...
I'm not sure what it said, but it freaked me out!
I've seen alot of bullshit on this site, things I do not want to see--they seem to have finally gotten rid of things like... women sucking dogs fucking shit covered corpses while getting their heads shot off--I used to complain about that stuff!!
or... fake Pictures of nude 8 year olds. Or... Just plain death! those delightful pictures of people suffocated and hanging. or... even better, bloody shreds in the middle of a road...very hot.
(there have been improvements on the horse fucking front--Death still seems to linger. hmmmmmm.)
Anyway, I am afraid I'm now on some bad porn guy list. After all these years, I'm thinking of bailing. This and one other site are the only ones I ever go to in all these years because there is a lot of material and it seems/ seemed free from bullshit. I am as middle of the road as you go. yet I somehow triggered something somewhere for the first time ever.
(I'm blocking on the original Motherless site name.)
Wait!! Hide Behind???
Is this not a good place to be anymore?
comments?

In the summer of 2002, when i was 26 i met an 18yo girl in a local chatroom who called me to visit her. Back then digital cams were rare and she had no pics but I didn't care cause she assured me that she's not a fatso. I had nothing better to do, so i went there. She was real and everything. It's just that she was sick. She had this born condition of heart, that caused her to be pretty thin and physically weak. She made it clear, that she'll probably die within a year or two but may be a goner by tomorrow. She wasnt beatyful of course, being pretty skinni and she had absolutely no tits whatsoever but she was still very cute. We spent nice time, BBQing in her grandmothers farm nearby and in the night i uncherried her :P She was pretty eager fucker i might say! So she started visiting me cause I lived alone in my apartment and she could come whenever she wanted. We banged like rabbits for about a year. Then I went to another country for a while and lost contact with her. When I came back i tried to call her but got no answer. I was sure, she had died as she predicted and didn't even want to go to ask her parents. so i just let it go. 4 years later i was working as a clerk in a pathology center in our citys major hospital. We had all pathology services up to autopsies in our building. The workers usually smoked outside but i got along well with the so called basement people who prepared the corpses for autopsy and later sewed them together and gave them make-up and clothed them and so on. So i usually went smoke into basement when it was winter outside. Not only autopsy corpses came to us, but almost everybodu who died in our hospital. Lots were not autopsied because the cause of death was obvious - for example long and well-documented illnesses and stuff like that. They were just transported to basement to wait for their make-up. The autopsies took place exclusively in the mornings, so before noon all the basement guys were cutting up corpses on the ground floor and basement was empty. So I was smoking there all alone with fridges full of corpses and usually some fresh ones just brought in waiting to be auopsied or put to fridge. So this one day I was baffled. Because on one of the newcomers was - well, you already guessed it! The chick! Let's call her Tiina, because that was her name (yes, with double i's because its a common name in my country). So, obviously she hadn't died back then. I was everyhting from surprised to sad to angry because i would have wanted to bang her all those years.! Well, I went back upstairs. And after an hour when I went back to have a next regular smoke I did it one last time. Wasn't very comortable because rigor mortis had already sytarted to set in and she wasnt warm anymore. But because she was really light and quite short (maybe 155 cm), i managed to turn her and bend her legs so thay had my chance. It was pretty weird doing her with all those needles still in her veins and heart monitor stickers where she sould've had her tits. I didnt want the basment boy to see her cunt being full of cum, so afer finishing i wiped her clean deeply and set her back as she was. It was pretty weird i must say....

I want to strangle and fuck this girl's corpse until cum Is leaking from every orafice. Nothing like a tattooed freak to get me going