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Subject: {ASSM} Olsen Twins Dead and Alive (M-f, rape, teen, necro) Part 1 and 2
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This is a fictional story with adult content.  If you are offended by stories
Involving violent sex-acts with minors read no further please.  And if you
have a bedtime, then you are probably under the legal adult age also, if so you
probably should not read this story either....well enough with the
disclaimer...on with the show.

                                          Olsen Twins Taken                    
                                                                   Taken Dead &
Alive


Part 1

The discovery



It was a warm sultry early morning in the suburbs of Los Angeles.  John Makivic
was preparing to enter the morgue.  That's right, he was a mortician.  Most of
his days were spent grooming dead corpses for the funerals that awaited them. 
He in truth, hated his job.  At first, John was fascinated at the concept of
death; and thought it would be cool to work with the dead one on one.  But as
the years had rolled on he found it interlay too dreary.  His shift began at 1
A.M., and finished at 8.  On this night the rigorous hours pissed him off
greatly.  He was going to miss his daughters 12th birthday party.  He'd have to
be asleep during the festivities.  True he loved his daughter, and wanted to be
there for her more than he had been.  But inside, he wanted to see his daughter
prance around in the frilly little cheerleader outfit she'd asked him to
purchase for her.  His daughter was hot, just on the cusp of womanhood, and he
had to miss watching her blossom.  Damn work!  On this night however, he would
be getting into areas of his nature he never thought possible.  As he sauntered
into the freezing room where the bodies where kept.  He was to work on one
specific corps, she was in drawer number 44. He walked his weary tired self
where the rows of bodies where housed and opened that drawer.  He was taken
aback to see who this particular dead body was.  "Hell that's got to be one of
those Olsen girls," he said to himself in amazement.  He recognized the form,
because those two starlets were an idol for his little girl.  

The next thing that happened to the tired family man as he peered down at the
cooling dead twin shocked him.  His cock began to grow in his slacks. The Devil
took over his senses.  He always wanted to fuck those two annoying girls.  And
if he couldn't see his daughter in that skimpy mini-skirt.  Why not use this
kid for a model?  After-all, nobody was around.  He'd never be caught.  He had
the keys, and nobody else was due to arrive for hours yet.  He walked out of
the
freezing room for an instant and came back in with a pink rectangular cardboard
box.  "I don't know if I'll go to hell for this," he said under his breath. 
"But hey it'll sure liven up the nightshift."  He sat the box down on a table
that rested near him, opened it.  And there inside, was a burgundy
school-sweater, a golden yellow mini-skirt, and bright yellow panties.  

He compared the size of the girl here and his lovely young daughter.  They were
approximately the same size.  "Okay Miss Olsen," he said looking at the lovely
lifeless girl.  "Your gonna be the first dead starlet to get fucked by her
mortician."  He smiled a sinister smile, than began to ready for his sadistic
task.


Part 2

Giving in to sin

John lifted the naked child out of her cold housing, then placed her prone 
on to a flat raised table.  He had to look at her chart before he could
really commense. After-all, it was only right to know which of the stupid 
twins he was about to invade.  "Ahh little Ashley huh?" he said with a smirk.
He continued reading.  Apparently, she had been found belly-up in a lake not
too far away.  It was such a fresh event that her parents weren't even aware
of the tragedy.  "Don't have much time kid.  Your folks are gonna be here in 
a few hours to identify you.

With that, the mortician went to work.  First, he got a wet rag soaked in hot 
water.  Then, gently rubbed it all over her chilled corpse. He wanted her warm
to the touch, not frigid.  

Then, it was time for the make-up. He gave her eye-shadow; blush; and finally 
Ruby-red lipstick.  Part of the job of a morticitian, is to make the dead look
as alive as possible.  John was a man ready.

It was time to dress her fast. John's growing member wasn't going to take much
more waiting.  "If I can't see my kid model these tonight, then you'll have to
do bitch!" He was growing angry, as he was having a tough time holding her leg
up while slipping the yellow panties on.  "There you go honey. Perfect fit." He
slid them up past her waist, and snapped the waist-band against her belly.
Let's see if you still jiggle." Reaching up grabbing her lifeless hand, John
violently rolled her on her tummy.  Then; gripping Ashley by the ankels, pulled
her towards him so her legs would hang off the ledge of the table.  With his
left hand he pressed against her spine to make certain her trunk was still in
the table. With his free arm he quickly pulled down her panties to just above
her knee.  "Fuck kid!" John said in awe. "More perfect than I could have
dreamed. Her ass was firm alright, prefectly purportioned.  The man was a wreck
he wanted to slam her so bad.

"Whack," was the audible noise as John gave the dead child a stern spanking
which left slight red marked on her ass. 

"I was right! You do still jiggle back here." He held the girl still and knelt
down behind her.  Then, like a wolf to fresh meat; he began vigorously and
cruely licking and kissing her butt cheaks.  He enjoyed her childish rump 4
about 45 seconds, then pulled her shorts up again.  "Gotta get you dressed
bitch. I always wanted to bone a baby cheerleader.  For the next few minutes he
was preparing her for her last fuck.  

"Too bad she's not alive to enjoy this."  John thought to himself as he dressed
the once vibrant teen for her finest hour

End of part 2

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