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Archive name: olsens.txt (M/f-teen, rp, celeb, necro)
Authors name: TJF27 (tjf27@aol.com)
Story title : Olsen Twins Taken Dead or Alive

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Olsen Twins Taken Dead or Alive 
By TJF27 (tjf27@aol.com)

***

Authors note: 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.


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 had been 
fascinated at the concept of death; and thought it would 
be cool to work with the dead one on one. But as the 
years rolled by he found it entirely too dreary. His 
shift began at 1 A.M., and finished at 8 in the morning.

On this night the rigorous hours pissed him off even more 
than usual. He was going to miss his daughters 12th 
birthday party. He'd have to be asleep during the 
festivities. John loved his daughter, and wanted to be 
there for her more than he had been. But deep down 
inside, he also wanted to see his daughter prance around 
in the frilly little cheerleaders 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 supposed to work on one specific corps, she was in 
drawer number 44. He walked wearily over to 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'd always wanted to fuck those two annoying 
little girls. And if he couldn't see his daughter in that 
skimpy cheerleaders outfit. 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.

*

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 commence. 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 mortification, 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 waistband 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 
ankles, 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, perfectly 
proportioned. 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 cruelly licking 
and kissing her butt cheeks. 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. It took about ten minutes for John to have 
everything perfect for his depraved action. He had 
dressed her immaculately in the little cheerleader 
outfit. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the 
wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her 
smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave 
lotion.

In his desk drawer was a rubber band, which was used to 
pull her blonde mane into a ponytail. Underneath the 
girl's feet was a tiny amount of blondish hair. That's 
right, John had shaved her bare. He had always imagined 
them being. "Ok you're about ready for action," John said 
hurriedly. He gripped her by her limp arm and lurched her 
off the stool, let her fall to the floor, then he began 
to strip himself.

Standing over her was intoxicating. She looked so 
peaceful laying there. Her lips were puffy and full; her 
eyelids were calmly shut. Another object in his 
possession was an instant camera. "Smile for the camera 
sweetie." As he snapped a photo down on her, his cock was 
twitching with passion. After a few clicks, he knelt over 
her, kissed her newly ruby red lips, then he pulled up 
her sweater. Now exposed, was her belly and stiff b-cup 
breast. 

"Yummy." He stoked her right breast, flicking at her 
nipple. "If this hurts speak up girl." In a snap, he put 
his mouth right over her other breast, and sucked 
hungrily. Just before pulling back, he bit down on the 
tit, pulling on her nipple with his teeth. "I thought 
you'd like that bitch," he said chuckling under his 
breath. He rose to his feet and took a few more pictures. 
It was time to mount the kid.

John grew tired of the foreplay.

"Here we go brat!" He leaped on her like a lion attacks 
his pray. He clutched at her hair, nearly ripping out 
clumps in the palm of his fisted hand. His other hand was 
roaming blindly under her skirt, searching for the 
elastic in her panties. He began kissing her lifeless 
mouth, as he got a firm grip of her undies and tore them 
off by her hip.

"Fuck I want you!" He reached behind and bent her legs 
spreading them wide open, then slid his waist between 
them, so they would not close up on him. "Did you die a 
virgin Ashley?" He was panting wildly. He felt the 
opening of her clit caressing his prick-head. Then with a 
roar he was inside her.

"Come on bitch! Take me deep!" He gripped her hips and 
pistioned in her like a jackhammer. "I..knew..it, John 
said panting. "You're awful loose for a 13-year-old kid. 
What's the matter...Did daddy rape you." With those words 
he drove in harder, his groin slapping against her body. 

"Can't say I'd blame him for that." Harder and harder 
went his log into her. His nuts were contracting, he 
could feel his juice about ready to inject her. "Not yet 
kid." He jerked out of her body, and took a deep breath.

He got to his feet and walked to his desk, pulled out a 
roll of scotch-tape.

"This is something I've always wanted to do babe." He 
walked over to her above her head, tore of 2 pieces of 
tape, and applied them to her eyelids. Anchoring the tape 
to her forehead he pried her eyes open. He picked her up, 
placed her back on the table, but sideways. Her head was 
bending backward over the ledge of the table. "Let's give 
you some more makeup." 

Her head was now upside down level with his cock, her 
eyes open. He began jerking his rod fast; all the while, 
rubbing it all over her lips. "Aghhh! Here goes nothing." 
With that, John exploded his desire all over her face. 
Some of his cum was embedded in her pretty eyes. "What a 
way to go out you little slut." 

*

Over the next half-hour, John cleaned up the mess. By the 
time Ashley's parents made their way to the morgue, there 
was no evidence of his crime. John felt very lucky, and 
at the same time guilty. He vowed nothing like this could 
ever happen again. Little did he know, that Ashley's 
sister Mary-Kate would be the next to feel his wrath.

More to cum...

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