Rape of a 20-year-old virgin corpse in a hospital morgue

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I am an ordinary citizen living in City B. I left my hometown when I was eighteen and came here

to live. I was admitted to an art school here to study photography. After graduation, I opened my own photography

studio, mainly offering ID photos, family portraits, and photo printing services. Business was so-so. These days,

personal very popular in City B, and some people have advised me, "Since you are a professional photographer, why don't you add

this service? Young and beautiful girls are willing to spend money on portraits these days. A set of portraits can cost anywhere from several hundred

to over a thousand yuan, which is equivalent to how many ID photos you take!" Every time I heard their advice, I just smiled and

let it go, but I never planned to take portraits for anyone. Once, a very pretty young lady came to pick up her printed

photos. Before leaving, she suddenly turned around and asked, "Boss, do you offer portrait photography here?" "Ah..." I was suddenly

taken aback . "I'm sorry, we don't offer that service at the moment," I said in a lowered tone. I'm 25 years old and

still single. I rarely interact with girls. Sometimes pretty

girls come to my shop for ID photos, but our conversations are limited to work-related topics. The world is changing so fast; I'm completely

unaware of the interests and hobbies of modern city girls, let alone their openness. Sometimes, when

I'm walking down the street and a stylish, beautiful woman walks past me with a knowing smile,

I'm completely bewildered. Is she intentionally flirting with me? Or is she showing off her beauty? Is she the

outgoing and lively type? What would it be like to have her as my girlfriend? ... Of course, I

know myself well; I'm still a rather conservative person. If I were to take photos of girls, I can't

predict how awkward that would be. Perhaps I wouldn't be able to control my sudden impulses and would do

something foolish. That's the real reason I've never planned to take photos of anyone.

I live alone in City B, with no other relatives except for one very good friend,

Zhang Jun . Zhang Jun and I are from the same hometown; we practically grew up together and have a very close relationship. We

know each other quite well. Zhang Jun and I were classmates in high school. He was an excellent student and later got into

a very prestigious medical school in City B, majoring in nursing. Two years ago, after graduating, he was assigned to Huimin Hospital in City B.

Huimin Hospital is the largest hospital in City B, and because it has a large number of medical experts and excellent medical skills,

tens of thousands . One afternoon, Zhang Jun suddenly called and said he had good news to tell me and asked me

to treat him to dinner. Since we hadn't seen each other for quite some time, I agreed to meet him at 8 pm at a small restaurant near my place

. At eight o'clock in the evening, we met as agreed. After sitting down, I couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Zhang, you

never come here without a reason. You said you had good news to tell me, what is it?" "I've changed jobs. I've moved from

the observation department to the mortuary care department, and I'm in charge of the hospital's mortuary care and storage," Zhang said.

"So the morgue is under your jurisdiction too?" I asked impatiently.

"Of course, look," Zhang said, pulling a bunch of keys from his pocket and pointing to

one , "This is the key to the morgue." I thought about it for a while, then quietly

said to Zhang, "This is great! Hey! Keep an eye out for any good

deals lately." "I knew you'd think of that," Zhang Jun said with a smile.

"We're like brothers, you already know my little quirks," I said. "Besides, everyone gets a share,

you can too..." "Who said that? I don't have that kind of hobby! Being cold and aloof is creepy, I think you're some

kind of psychopath!" Zhang Jun retorted. "

Hey, just help your brother out, look at me, I'm not getting any younger and I've never even tasted a woman's flavor! Unlike you, you have

'Jiajia' with you all the time." (Jiajia is Zhang Jun's girlfriend, his classmate from university.)"Okay,

considering our years of friendship, I'll keep an eye out for you." ...

That night, I don't know what I ate, but on the way home, my stomach felt very uncomfortable,

and I rushed to the bathroom as soon as I got home. Then I went to bed very early.

Several weeks later, one night Zhang Jun suddenly called me again, saying he had something important to tell me. I immediately realized

that my wish was about to come true. So I hurriedly took a car to Huimin Hospital.

The main building of Huimin Hospital is a magnificent sixteen-story building. I went into the lobby and checked the department

layout map, found the nursing department on the twelfth floor, went up to the twelfth floor, and quickly found the mortuary care department. I pushed open

the office door, and Zhang Jun was waiting for me inside.

"You're here," Zhang Jun said, "Come with me here." Zhang Jun led me to a small room inside

and then closed the door. He said, "A young woman just died this morning in the cardiology ward. She died

suddenly from . The hospital issued a death certificate to her family this afternoon, and they had their final viewing

of her body. They are very sad, after all, she was so young..." "How old was she?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but she shouldn't be very old. I heard she was an unmarried girl," Zhang Jun said. "Her

body was taken to the morgue at 5 pm this afternoon.

" Then Zhang Jun continued, "I remember you once said that a young girl's body is most

perfect . You have a rare opportunity this time! But I must say beforehand, playing is fine, but please don't

damage the body. Simple skin-to-skin contact is okay, but as for sexual contact, it's best to avoid it. It's easy to

cause trouble . After all, I'm now in charge of the morgue's body preservation work, and I can't bear

the responsibility if something goes wrong." " If things go wrong, we'll both end up in jail. You have to promise me you won't damage the body or leave

any traces." "Don't worry, I'll be very careful. You've really helped me out this time! Don't worry,

I definitely won't cause you any trouble," I said happily.

"It's 8 PM now. I'll take you to the morgue later tonight; there will be fewer people then, and

you won't be easily seen. I've already chosen a place for you. There's a small room in the morgue, usually used by the

guards their midday naps. It has a bed, and the environment is quite nice; there's air conditioning so it won't be cold. You can go back

and prepare now. I'll be waiting for you in my office at midnight." So I hurried back to my lodgings, and the first thing I did was...

I found my beloved Canon camera, loaded the film, and set it to capture my historic moment.

I would treasure the photos forever, and of course, never let anyone else see them. I wanted to photograph a

dead girl; perhaps I wouldn't feel embarrassed, and neither would she. To me, she was no longer

a living girl; she was like a work of art, inspiring my creativity! What a wonderful

feeling that would be!

Afterward, I took a good shower, ate something, slung my camera bag over my shoulder, and set off.

On my way to the hospital, I passed a family planning store and suddenly thought, if I wore a condom and had sex with

that girl, it should be fine, right? But then I thought, no, this is no small matter

; this is necrophilia, a criminal offense. I can't let a moment of impulse lead to such a terrible mistake. I was about to turn away

when an invisible hand of desire gripped me tightly, like a chokehold suffocating me. So,

I finally went in and bought a condom of my size, thinking I'd buy it first and then

decide what to do it would be better not to use it at all.

Around midnight, I rushed to the twelfth floor of the hospital, pushed open the office door, and Zhang Jun was inside.

"Is anyone outside?" Zhang Jun asked.

"At this hour, who would come? I think it's just the two of us on this floor," I said.

"Then let's get started!" Zhang said.

So we quietly left the office; it was deathly silent outside. No one was there, except for the occasional cough from a patient

downstairs . Zhang Jun led me to the morgue door, then carefully took out his key and opened

the door. The morgue was pitch black inside, but I could tell it was large and spacious. A chill hit me as soon as I took

a few steps, making me shiver. To avoid attracting attention, Zhang Jun didn't

turn on the lights, but instead used his flashlight. A refrigerated cabinet had been installed on the right wall, where many corpses were

kept . Zhang Jun whispered to me… "The number is 3-14; that's where the girl's body is."

So, the flashlight beam scanned the numbers on each freezer door. Soon we

found freezer number 3-14. Zhang Jun found the handle and pulled hard; the bed frame came out,

revealing a body lying on it. The body was covered with a white sheet, obscuring the face. Because the mortuary bed frame had four wheels

touching the ground, it was easy to pull out.

We quietly pushed the bed to the small room Zhang Jun had mentioned, opened the door, and pushed the bed

inside. Then Zhang Jun whispered to me, "It's getting late; I have to go. I have no interest in playing

with dead people. I'll lock you in the morgue. Don't make a sound. When you're playing, draw the curtains;

don't let anyone see. Don't worry, no one else has the morgue key except me. I

'll pick you up at six tomorrow morning. I want to emphasize again: don't damage the body, or neither of us will have a good ending." "Definitely,

definitely . Don't worry!" "I made an excuse.

Then Zhang Jun turned and left, locking the morgue door with a bang. At that moment, I felt

a surge of emotions, a mix of tension and excitement. The female corpse lying on the morgue shelf quietly awaited my disposal

. I put my camera bag down on the sofa. This small room only had one window; I went over and drew the

curtains turning on the light. I walked to the morgue shelf, lifted the white sheet, and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

Suddenly, a charming and lovely girl appeared before me. I carefully examined her from head to toe. She was well-proportioned,

about 1.60 meters tall, with an oval face and a full forehead. Her face was pure and lovely, and she looked quite young.

She had long, black hair, though slightly disheveled. Her eyes were closed, with long eyelashes, a

straight nose, and slightly parted, sexy lips. Her expression was peaceful, as if she were asleep, but without any color in her skin. She

was wearing a hospital gown." But this couldn't hide her captivating curves.

Having only recently died, her skin was still remarkably fair and radiant.

A pair of delicate hands rested at her sides. I instinctively took one of her small hands; it

was smooth but icy cold. I pressed my face against her hand, gently stroking it to warm it with my body heat.

What a fragile hand it was! Her fingers were incredibly slender and soft, her nails painted with

clear nail polish—she must have taken excellent care of herself in life. Suddenly, I noticed

a tag on her right big toe. It must contain some basic information about the deceased. Right, I'd been so busy playing around that I forgot to check on this poor girl's

background. I put her hand down and leaned closer to examine it. The tag read: Fu Hua, female, 20 years old,

height : 1.60 meters, weight: 98 jin (44 kg), time of death: 10:00 AM, cause of death: heart disease. After reading it, I sighed

, "Only 20 years old..." Next, I was going to lift her off the morgue and place her on the bed for my amusement.

I slipped one hand under her back and the other under her legs, lifting her off the morgue

. She was light and soft; apart from her hands and feet, her body wasn't as cold as I'd imagined. I could still faintly

feel the residual warmth within her.

Her head was tilted back, her long, black hair hanging down. While she was still some distance from the bed, I

suddenly let go and slammed her heavily onto it. Her body trembled a few times. I knew she was a corpse,

so she was expressionless; she wouldn't feel pain. I also took off my shirt. My heart began to race,

and my lower body felt hot and throbbing. I sat on the bed and began to caress her body. The most attractive part of a person is

, of course, the breasts. My hands reached for her breasts. Even through the hospital gown, I could still feel how

soft and elastic they were. My hands kneaded her breasts incessantly, and then I began to unbutton her blouse

, one button at a time, gently. I looked at Fu Hua's expression; she showed no shame,

nor any helplessness. She couldn't resist. I lifted her blouse to the sides, revealing her full breasts. She

was wearing a pink bra, which accentuated her sexy allure.

Then, I slowly helped her sit up, and with one hand reaching behind her, I

completely unhooked her bra. I took it off and saw it was a 34D size, then tossed it

onto the sofa. Thus, Fu Hua's first hidden genitals were completely exposed before my eyes. I admired them closely.

I touched her breasts; they were full, neither too big nor too small, with dark brown but still erect nipples. They felt a little stiff to the touch, surrounded by a pink areola. The entire breast was cone-shaped, clearly that

of a young girl. I returned her to a lying position and reached out to knead her breasts again. They were

so full, firm, and elastic, the skin so smooth and delicate. Then, I lay on

top of her, my head pressed against her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples. She was so gentle, remaining

motionless as I caressed her. After kissing her breasts, I moved downwards, kissing her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was smooth,

slightly undulating, with a deep, rounded navel. Her waist was slender but firm. Then, I

turned Fu Hua's body over, completely removing her hospital gown. I held her slender, snow-white arms,

their curves so beautiful and soft, and kissed them. Her back was pristine white, without any obvious signs of lividity. I

ran my hand over her back; her body was so smooth. Then I turned her over. Fu Hua

's upper body was completely naked; she lay there motionless.

Her lovely little face showed a slight hint of shyness. At that moment, she looked so beautiful, her

slightly parted lips waiting for my kiss. She hadn't worn lipstick before she died; her lips were pale, thin, and bloodless

. So I leaned forward and kissed her lips. There was no odor in her mouth, and

no . I kissed her forcefully, trying to revive her oral nerves with my passion, to make her open

her mouth so I could suck her tongue. But in the end, I didn't succeed. Her mouth was tightly closed. So I pried her mouth open

forcefully and saw that her tongue was curled up. She had a set of neat, white teeth. I thought

that if Fu Hua were still alive, her smile would be incredibly lovely. With one hand, I pried open the girl's closed eyelids.

Her eyeballs were slightly rolled back, and her pupils were dilated. Then, I released her eyelids, and they slowly closed again.

After playing with the girl's upper body, I turned my gaze to her lower body. She was still wearing hospital pants. The kind

without a belt, held together by an elastic band, easily pulled down below the hip bones of the corpse. I slowly

pulled her pants down, completely revealing her pink underwear, which looked like a matching

set .

Then her alluring legs were revealed; her legs were very long and healthy, with fair and smooth skin. Finally,

I completely removed her pants and took off the tag from her right big toe, placing it on the table.

Now, Fu Hua's corpse was covered only by that pink underwear, with no other clothing.

I lay down on her body again, caressing and playing with her legs. Her thighs were fair and

supple. I gently parted her legs and touched the inside of her thighs, as this area

is close to a girl's genitals and is very sensitive to conscious girls. But Fu Hua

couldn't experience this pleasure.

Now, I was finally going to take off her underwear. Suddenly, I noticed a bulge in her underwear. I

touched it through the fabric and found a sanitary napkin inside. Then, I carefully pulled off her underwear, and sure enough, there was

a sanitary napkin inside. I couldn't believe the young girl had died suddenly during her period. So pitiful. Just like that, Fu Hua's most

private parts were exposed before my eyes. I thought she would be very ashamed if she were alive.

She was a twenty-year-old girl, and it seemed her genitals were well-developed. She had thick, dark

pubic hair, which is typical of traditional Eastern female genitalia. I touched her pubic hair; it was short and

stiff. I smoothed out her thick pubic hair, fully exposing her vulva, then grasped and

pinched her pubic mound, which was covered in hair, and stroked down to her clitoris and labia. Fu Hua seemed unaware that a man's hand was caressing her genitals.

I figured she was only twenty and had never experienced the pleasure of intercourse. Leaving this world so young, she must

have been a virgin. To verify my guess, I lay down and used two fingers to pry open her labia for a

closer look. I immediately noticed the hymen, which had a star-shaped opening. I couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!"

thinking, "How pitiful!" I smelled Fu Hua's vagina; it had a slightly foul odor. Perhaps it was because

a girl's urethra is closer to her vagina. Then, I rubbed her clitoris with my hand. Next,

I turned Fu Hua's body over and began to play with her buttocks. Her buttocks were very full and perky. I

spread her buttocks and discovered another important orifice in Fu Hua's genitals: the anus. I slapped her buttocks hard with my palm

. With each slap, her buttocks trembled, as if she had done something wrong and was accepting my

... well, you know.

After playing with Fu Hua's lower body, I got down to take some photos of her. I picked up my camera bag from the sofa, took out

my Canon camera, and first took a full-body shot of her back, then flipped her over and took

several . Of course, this wasn't enough to showcase the excellent performance of my Canon camera. I planned to take some

close-ups of Fu Hua, so I adjusted the focus and took several shots of her genitals, breasts, legs, and face.

After finishing, I looked at my watch; it was almost four in the morning. Two hours left,

what to do Looking at Fu Hua's face, I thought, "Before you're cremated the day after tomorrow, why don't you experience

the pleasure of sex? Let me fulfill this wish for you, so your life won't have been in vain!"

Although we've never met before, and I don't even know if you have a boyfriend,

I will love you after your death.

At this moment, I had completely forgotten Zhang Jun's advice. Fu Hua's body lay there quietly.

She probably never imagined that after her death, her body would be so violated

and played with by a stranger, even forced to have her first sexual intercourse with him. She was both indignant and helpless, only able to quietly

await my disposal. I took out the condom I had bought from my pocket, then took off my clothes, put on the condom, and

guided my penis with my fingers. I bent down and gently inserted it into her vagina. The entry seemed somewhat

difficult; her vagina was tight, the tender flesh tightly surrounding my penis. After all, it was our first time,

and it was still somewhat warm inside, just a little dry. When I deeply inserted my penis into her, I broke her

hymen, instantly adding to my immense pleasure.

Slowly, her genitals became somewhat moist, and I continued to thrust inside her. Due to friction, it had become somewhat warm...

The warmth of her vagina was closer to her body temperature when she was alive. Under my relentless assault, her body

trembled as if in spasms, her small mouth slightly open, as if trying to cry out, savoring those few seconds of intense, ecstatic climax. At the same time, my

hands were constantly kneading Fu Hua's breasts. Reaching the deepest part of Fu Hua's vagina gave me

unprecedented satisfaction. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and removed the condom. But my penis remained hard

and hot. I took one of her small hands, letting that soft, limp hand caress my penis,

but she showed no shame for my lewd actions. I wanted to put my penis into Fu Hua's small mouth,

but her mouth remained tightly closed. Helpless, I could only rub the head of my penis against her lips. Her

kissing of my glans gave me a second wave of pleasure in my hallucination.

This was my first sexual experience, albeit with a beautiful female corpse. I checked my watch;

it was already past five. I quickly dressed and cleaned up the "battlefield." Looking at the female corpse I'd ravaged all night

, I felt a pang of reluctance. While cleaning, I suddenly remembered Zhang Jun's warning: don't damage the body! Oh no!

Aside from a possibly ruptured hymen, the rest of the body seemed intact. So I knelt down and used

two fingers to pry open her labia for a closer look. Oh no! The hymen was indeed broken, but there was no

bleeding. What to do now? Due to the time constraints, I didn't have time to think too much. I quickly grabbed a towel,

wet it, and

thoroughly , trying to leave no trace. Then, I dressed her again as before,

put the tag on her right big toe, and put her back on the morgue.

At six in the morning, it was just getting light, and there seemed to be very few people outside. Was this just a...? With

a click , Zhang Jun opened the morgue door and quietly entered. He came in and asked me, "How's it going? Finished playing?

Hurry up and put the body back." So, we pushed the morgue rack, found refrigerator number 3-14, and

pushed Fu Hua's body inside.

"Is the body alright?" Zhang Jun questioned.

"Oh," I replied hesitantly, "Of course it's nothing..." Zhang Jun seemed oblivious to the problem and

said, "You've been up all night, go home and rest."

With that, I rushed back to my place. My photography studio was closed that day. I stayed home all day,

filled with anxiety, fearing the deceased's family would discover the body had been disturbed, and that my friend and I would

face legal consequences. That day felt like a nightmare.

On the third night, I called Zhang Jun to inquire about the woman's body. He said

the family had taken it away that morning and cremated it that afternoon. Hearing this, a weight was lifted from my shoulders.

A few days later, my photography studio reopened, and the photos from that night had been developed—they

turned out very well. I included them in a secret personal album, taking them out to admire

alone . Her beauty is forever etched in my heart.

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