Honeymoon tragedy

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For 24-year-old Bethdodd, this was the happiest day of her young life. She was getting married at 5 p.m., which was almost unbelievable; she was about to become Mrs. Danny Featherstone. They had been dating for almost five years and got engaged a year ago—time had flown by. Buying a house, preparing for the wedding—the past year seemed like a dream. Beth had just graduated from school in May and immediately found a satisfying job. Danny, 27, had already established himself in his father's company.

It was a lovely Saturday in September, and the cathedral was packed. Danny and the officiant were both dressed in black, the bridesmaids in blue, and Beth, in a pristine white gown, looked radiant. After a joyous ceremony, a wedding reception was held at a nearby hotel, where the bride and groom reveled in the company of their young friends and family until after midnight before heading upstairs to their honeymoon suite.

The champagne made them feel lightheaded. Danny carried Beth into the room and gently placed her on the bed. After a passionate kiss, she got up and went to the bathroom. She took off her clothes, sat on the toilet, and emptied her swollen bladder. After drying herself with toilet paper, Beth picked up a towel, soaped herself, and began to wash her virgin private parts. Yes, Beth was a virgin. It had been a little difficult to refuse Danny before, but now it was time for her to give herself to him wholeheartedly. She dried herself, put on a black garter belt, then sat down, put on a pair of thin nylon stockings, and hung them on the garter belt. The young bride then put a black lace nightgown over her arms and head, letting it slide down her beautiful hips to her two sexy long legs. Her feet deftly slipped into a pair of black high heels. Beth picked up a long red rose and put it in her mouth. She was ready, hoping Danny wouldn't get impatient, doze off, or fall asleep.

She opened the bathroom door and looked around. In the dim light, Danny sat shirtless in bed, grinning from ear to ear. She seductively walked to the bedside, climbed on top of him, and moved towards him on the other side. He removed the rose from her lips and pulled her into his arms. She whispered in his ear, "Come on, Danny, I'm yours!" Hearing this, he turned and pinned her beneath him, passionately kissing her luscious red lips, caressing her nipples through her clothes. Beth could feel the passion rising within her. Danny reached out a hand, slowly sliding it down her waist, then down to the hem of her skirt, gently lifting it. His hand began to rub against her stockinged thighs. Beth's virginal private parts became hot and wet; she now wanted her husband inside her, to experience that feeling of being loved. She didn't have to wait long. Danny slowly slid his hand toward her vaginal opening and began gently teasing her clitoris with his fingers. The pleasure was driving Beth wild. She grabbed Danny's hand, inserted his fingers into her body, and said, "Come on!" Despite a slight surprise at his bride's boldness, Danny knew she was ready. As he slowly passed over her sun-kissed, beautiful body, Beth could see his long, large member, and she could feel its head slowly entering her vagina. When her hymen was broken, Beth felt only a slight sting, and she gave her virginity to her groom. Danny slowly inserted himself until he was fully inside Beth. His member felt wonderful in her tight, wet vagina, and he began to thrust faster and faster. The newlywed Mrs. Filsholtz had never imagined sex could be so wonderful; the feeling was almost unbearable. Danny guessed that her climax was approaching and quickened his pace a little. As he tried to hold back a little longer, his testicles burned, but he couldn't resist. Just as Danny ejaculated his massive load of semen into his bride's body, Beth's eyes gleamed with ecstasy. The sensation of his hot, viscous semen flooding her body pushed her to the brink. Beth's body arched violently, her vagina spasming as she reached her first orgasm. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her, and she screamed with excitement again and again. Danny continued thrusting, her tightly throbbing vagina squeezing out his last drop. After a while, he slowly withdrew, lay down beside Beth, and held her close as they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Beth woke up first. She couldn't forget the wonderful feeling she had experienced. She got out of bed, went to the bathroom to urinate, and after emptying her bladder, she returned to the bedside. Danny was still asleep, naked. Beth admired his handsome face, her eyes fixed on his limp penis, which had been so hard and swollen the night before, feeling so wonderful. She pulled her nightgown over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She slowly climbed onto the bed and began to stroke Danny's penis with her fingers. It reacted almost immediately, and Danny began to move and groan. Beth leaned down and kissed the hardening thing with her lips, unable to resist taking it into her mouth. At this moment, Danny woke up and began to caress Beth's bare buttocks. Then, he made her turn over until she was straddling his face. His lips and tongue began to kiss and rub her vulva, then moved to her clitoris. As he eagerly tasted her juices, Beth continued to suck on Danny's penis. It felt good, but she wanted his penis inside her even more. She stopped, crawled around, and climbed onto Danny's hot, hard penis, beginning to move up and down. At the same time, Danny thrust in rhythm with Bess, his fingers caressing her full, sexy breasts. They both reached orgasm almost simultaneously. It felt wonderful; ecstasy made her head shake. She pulled out and lay down beside Danny. They embraced and kissed, and after a while, realized it was time to get up. While

Bess showered, Danny shaved. While Danny showered, Bess dried and combed her dark brown hair, considering what she should wear for her honeymoon at the beach. She wanted to arouse Danny's uncontrollable desire. She took out a pair of black lace panties and put them on, then sat down and put on a pair of flesh-colored stockings over her long, beautiful legs. A black lace bra accentuated her 38D breasts. She pulled a light blue V-neck short-sleeved cardigan over her arms and head, tucking it up to her waist, then slipped a black linen mini-skirt on perfectly, zipped it up, and slipped her lovely feet into her black high heels.

Just then, Danny emerged from the bathroom, looking at her with fiery admiration. As she passed him to put on her makeup, he suddenly pulled her close, bent her over, and gave her a passionate kiss. While Beth was putting on her makeup, Danny packed their travel luggage and moved it to Beth's car. They checked out of their room, had lunch at the hotel restaurant, and then, around noon, Danny set off. The drive to the beach was quite long, about eight hours. As Danny drove along the interstate, Beth nestled close to him. They took turns driving on the somewhat congested interstate. After the first five hours, at the last interstate rest stop before they changed direction, Beth pulled over to the side of the road. They needed to use the restroom before continuing. Just as Beth got up from the toilet, she suddenly had an idea and took off her lace panties and stuffed them into her handbag. Back in the car, Danny sat behind the wheel, and they continued on their way, driving a few more miles toward their fork in the road leading to the beach. The road was straight, and surprisingly, there was very little traffic.

Bess couldn't resist trying her tricks. She started kissing Danny, her hands caressing his inner thighs. She saw desire rising in his eyes, knowing he craved it as much as she did. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and trousers, pulling down the zipper. She loosened her seatbelt and slipped her hand inside his pants. Danny helped her pull down his trousers to get his erection out. She looked up at him, and he clearly saw the love and longing in Bess's eyes. Then, she began licking the head of his penis again. He was losing control. Bess began to take his penis deeper into her mouth; she loved the feeling of it inside. Of course, Danny felt just as good. Danny knew he was about to ejaculate, so he pulled off the shoulder, barely managing to get into the parking lot of an old, closed shop before he came in Bess's mouth. Unbelievable! She almost choked on his semen, but she held it in her mouth until he stopped ejaculating and went limp. His semen was a little salty, but also slightly sweet. She licked her lips, swallowed, and then reached into her handbag for some tissues to wipe Danny clean. After a passionate kiss, they were back on the road.

Beth then began to tease Danny with the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it up past the elastic of her stockings until her alluring pubic hair was revealed. Danny's right hand reached out and touched and stroked the inside of her beautiful thighs. When his hand brushed against her genitals, Beth turned slightly towards her husband in her seat, pressing his hand against her body. Her juices began to drip. His middle finger found her vulva and began to thrust in and out, intermittently rubbing her highly aroused clitoris. At that moment, Beth felt as if she were in heaven. As she neared climax, her legs were tightly clamped around Danny's hand. Just as Danny looked up and saw a minivan crossing the center line and heading towards them, her legs were still squeezing his hand. Danny pulled his fingers from Beth's still throbbing vulva and tried to turn the steering wheel, but the minivan had already crashed into them head-on. The impact caused the airbag in Beth's car to deploy, but there was no airbag in the passenger seat, and since she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, she was violently thrown forward against the dashboard and windshield, then bounced back against the back of the front seat. Beth's head hit the dashboard and windshield at an odd angle, snapping her neck. Her last earthly sight was a string of shining halos, and her soul left her body, gently rising into heaven. Beth's beautiful brown eyes stared straight up at the sky.

By then, Danny was regaining consciousness, his head still spinning, his neck and back aching. He turned to his bride, her face still bearing the same excited smile he'd seen before the crash. He called to her, but received no response. Danny leaned forward, touching her, trying to feel a pulse in her wrists and neck, but he felt nothing. His wife was dead; the fact sank deeper and deeper into Danny's heart. He lifted Beth's body; her head was rolled to the right, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her right mouth. He shook her head and body, pulling her close, crying out, "God, why, why did you take her away?"

At that moment, the woman in the van hurriedly looked back at her five-year-old son, strapped to the back seat. He looked frightened, but was alright. She grabbed her phone, crawled out from behind the deflated airbag, and dialed 911. She reported her location to the operator as clearly as possible, then opened the right-side door of the van to check on the people in the other vehicle. She went to the driver's side and peered in alarm, only to see Danny holding his bride's lifeless body.

A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived from a rescue station in a nearby town, followed closely by a highway patrol car. Together, they managed to pull Danny off Beth. One of the paramedics in the ambulance thought he could feel a faint pulse, so they put a neck brace on Beth, moved her body to a gurney, and began CPR. While the patrol officers questioned Danny and the van driver, a paramedic lifted Beth's shirt and unhooked her black lace bra, her full breasts heaving as they performed CPR. They continued until the paramedics arrived and began checking Beth's vital signs. Finding no signs of life, he signed the diagnosis, stating that further resuscitation was unnecessary. He bent down and closed her eyes. At that moment, a sheet covered the body of young Mrs. Beth Featherstone. Her honeymoon was irrevocably ended in an instant.

By this time, the accident scene was a chaotic mess of judicial and medical personnel. The coroner arrived and directed the transport of Beth's body to the county morgue. The ambulance that had spent so much time on Beth was assigned to transport her body. Meanwhile, the patrol officers completed their questioning of Danny and the woman driving the van. She admitted to being distracted when her son tried to get out of his seat to reach for his drink that had fallen on the back seat. Both she and Danny were in a highly unstable emotional state, and they were taken to the local hospital for examination along with her son.

Beth's body, covered by the sheet, was loaded into the ambulance and prepared for transport to the morgue. A paramedic jumped into the back of the van and stayed with the body. Halfway through their journey, he pulled back the sheet, wanting a closer look at the young woman. He admired her sun-kissed legs, encased in stockings, and pushed up her blouse, touching her gradually cooling, full breasts. A shout came from the driver, warning him that this would cause trouble, so he removed his hands and pulled her blouse down again. But he couldn't suppress his curiosity and desire; his hand now reached for her skirt, slowly pulling it towards her waist until her pubic hair, which wasn't covered by underwear, was revealed. He could hardly believe his eyes. He reached out his gloved hand and groped between her legs, only to be scolded again by the driver. He had no choice but to pull Bess's skirt back down and cover her with the sheet again. By this time, they had arrived at the morgue's receiving area.

When the young bride's body was unloaded from the car and wheeled into the morgue, the coroner was already waiting there. He had already discussed the circumstances surrounding her death with the doctor who pronounced her dead at the scene. His wife was hosting a Saturday dinner party at home, and he was running late, so he wanted to get this done quickly. After Beth was moved to a stainless steel table, the coroner removed the sheet covering her body. He quickly examined her neck and decided an autopsy was unnecessary; the cause of death was injury from the impact and a broken neck. He instructed the young morgue attendant to handle her body, to contact the funeral home once her family had chosen one—he said this might happen the following morning—and to have the attendant undress her, clean her, and put her in the refrigerator. Then, the coroner left to attend the party.

The morgue attendant tonight was Ian Fisher. Ian was a second-year medical student majoring in pathology. He had worked as an intern all summer and was returning to school mid-next week. Ralph Wills usually spent time with him, but Ralph had taken the weekend off, and everyone assumed Ian could handle it alone. Ian watched the morgue staff drive away from the parking lot, then returned to the body. He looked her up and down; it was such a pity that such a beautiful woman was dead. The coroner had said she was a bride on her honeymoon. He lifted Beth's head, placed the neck pad under her broken neck, and pulled her sweater and bra over her head and shoulders. He lifted her head again, pulled the sweater and bra off her shoulders, and then placed her neck back on the pad, her head slumped on the table. My God, what a sexy body! Only tiny, barely visible marks from sunbathing remained on her bikini top. Ian walked to the other end of the counter and slipped the black high heels off her feet. Then, he unbuttoned and zipped the black miniskirt, pulling it down from her beautiful buttocks. Imagine the shock he felt when he saw her bare vulva. He stared at her graceful curves as he used his fingers to roll down her thigh-high stockings, pulling them off her alluring legs.

Ian wanted to look at this young woman more closely—in fact, he wanted more than just that! He wanted to defile her young corpse. He recalled that about a month ago, a 35-year-old woman who had died in a motorcycle accident had been brought in, and when he stripped her naked and smelled the scent of her dead vulva, he couldn't resist. He felt a burning lust, but with Ralph present, he had to restrain himself. But tonight he was alone. He walked past her and spread her legs at knee level. Ian could smell the scent of her dead genitals and couldn't resist tasting it; he hadn't tasted it in a long time. As he pulled down his trousers and underwear, his penis became fully alert. He spread Bess's legs even wider, climbed onto the platform between her legs, and buried his nose in her exposed genitals. He began to lick and suck her dead genitals, then thrust his tongue as deep as possible into her vulva. Next, Ian tasted her while alternately caressing her two sexy breasts with his hands. Once he had her sufficiently lubricated, Ian climbed on top of the dead bride and inserted his eager member. As he stroked her face and kissed her lips, he thrust into her with all his might with his large, hard member. Her vagina was tight, and with each thrust, it seemed to be squeezing his penis, arousing him greatly. Mrs. Beth Featherstone, who had been enjoying "sexual bliss" with her husband the night before and this morning, was now being raped by Ian after her death.

Meanwhile, at the local hospital, Danny was undergoing examinations to determine if he had suffered serious injuries. Although he had been given a suitable dose of sedative, the image of Beth's corpse kept haunting him; he had lost his best partner and lovely wife on the first day of their honeymoon. He recalled their lovemaking the night before, how she had given him her beautiful, sexy body completely on their wedding night, as promised. He wondered what life would be like without her and began to sob uncontrollably.

Just as Danny was grieving for his lost bride, Ian gradually reached his climax, wave after wave of thick semen shooting deep into Beth's vagina. Ian collapsed onto her corpse, and after a while, he pulled his limp member from her body and climbed down from the table. He gazed at his "ice lover" and smiled. His lips frantically kissed Bess's cold, pale, slightly parted lips. He put his underwear and trousers back on and began preparing to wash Bess, dry her, and then put her in the cold storage. As he washed her shoulders, chest, abdomen, and legs, he adjusted the water temperature to lukewarm, then increased the flow, rinsing her thick black pubic hair to thoroughly wash away all his "evidence." He then changed the spray to a concentrated stream, inserting it into the corpse's vagina and continuously flushing until only clear water flowed from her body. After doing this, he turned off the water and began to dry Bess's body with a large towel. As he dried her body, he thought of her husband; such a beautiful woman should never have become a pile of dead flesh in the morgue. After drying her off, he put her in a drawer of the freezer and covered her with a sheet.

Ian put Beth's clothes in a plastic bag and the coroner's in another. He picked up her handbag, opened it, and looked down to see a pair of black lace panties tucked on top. He laughed. "I know how passionate they were," he said. "I bet her husband had a really good time on their wedding night; it'll be unforgettable." Ian packed up and waited to go home. At 7:30 a.m., the coroner arrived; it was time for him to go home too. Beth and Danny's parents had arrived overnight. That morning, Danny also left the hospital; they stopped by the morgue on their way to the city where Danny and Beth had lived. The coroner was informed that Woodlawn Funeral Services would handle Beth's funeral. The owner, Ronnie Wyatt, received a call informing him that an employee named George Carpenter had been dispatched in a hearse to retrieve the young bride's body—a six-and-a-half-hour drive each way.

Later that Monday afternoon, Ronnie Wyatt met with his wife Carol and Danny, his parents, and Beth's parents to discuss the funeral arrangements. They decided to embalm her body for public viewing. The viewing was scheduled for Tuesday evening from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m., and Beth's funeral would take place Wednesday morning at 11 a.m. in the cathedral where she and Danny had been married the previous Saturday night. Reluctantly, Danny complied with his parents' wishes and buried her in the Dodd family catacombs in their hometown, the city where they still lived. The ceremony and formal burial at the cemetery were scheduled for Thursday afternoon at 3 p.m. so that the coffin, family members, and mourners could travel 300 miles to her hometown.

Late that night, George Carpenter returned, bringing Beth's body. As soon as he arrived, Ronnie and Carol immediately began embalming. The body was placed on a table, and embalming fluid was injected through small incisions on the left side of the neck and thigh, while blood drained from a vein in the neck. Ronnie moved the body's arms and legs to distribute the fluid evenly. After the infusion and drainage were completed, the arteries and veins were sealed, and Beth's body was placed in a refrigerator overnight.

The next morning, the embalming continued. Carol helped Ronnie remove Beth's lifeless brown eyes, replacing them with oval-shaped fillers, and then sealing the eyelids with glue. A wad of cotton was stuffed as deep as possible into her throat, then her lips were glued in place, and cotton balls soaked in insecticide were inserted into her nostrils. With Carol's help, Ronnie turned the curvaceous body over, belly down, and walked to the center of the worktable. Spreading the two perfectly proportioned legs, Ronnie inserted a section of plastic tube into the body's rectum, leaving only the tip protruding from the anus. A stiff foam plug sealed the end of the tube for use before burial when water or gas needed to be released. Adhesive was applied to the outside of the tube to seal the anus. After turning the body face up again, another tube was inserted into the young bride's vagina, all the way to her cervix. Then, the labia were sewn together to seal the gaps around the tube. Adhesive was also applied around the tube and at the sutures to seal the vagina. The end of the tube, still slightly protruding from the vagina, was plugged with a stiff foam plug.

Danny decided Beth should wear the clothes and jewelry she wore at her wedding, but Danny was too heartbroken to do it himself, so these items were taken to the funeral home by Beth and Danny's mother. They even chose a coffin before leaving the funeral home to go home. Carol helped Ronnie dress the young bride in her funeral attire. A pair of white lace panties were pulled up her legs until they were in place, revealing her dark pubic hair through the lace and the end of the tube inserted into her vagina between her legs. Long white lace stockings rolled up from her feet to mid-thigh. Ronnie lifted the corpse's head, neck, and shoulders so that Carol could put a strapless bra on Beth's full and firm breasts, fastening it from behind, and put on a pair of white high heels.

At this point, Ronnie moved the body to another table so Carol could wash and comb her dark hair. Carol took out the wedding photo that Beth's mother had brought, ensuring that Beth's body looked as close as possible to how she appeared on her wedding day. After Beth's hair was washed and combed, Ronnie and Carol compared the final result with the photo and nodded in satisfaction. Now it was time to put on the wedding dress. Ronnie and Carol worked on Beth's body for a while, and finally, they managed to dress her in the beautiful gown. Then, Ronnie moved the bride next to her gray coffin and gently placed her inside. As Carol brought the makeup kit, he covered the upper part of her wedding dress with several towels. Following the wedding photo, he used an eyebrow pencil to shape the body's eyebrows and eyelashes, then applied blush and other makeup to the body's face, and lightly applied a layer of cherry-colored lipstick to the lips.

Ronnie then took out a small jewelry box and handed a pair of diamond earrings to Carol, who placed them on Beth's ears. A diamond necklace was placed around the body's neck, and Beth's watch was put on her right wrist. Then, the diamond engagement ring and her wedding ring were slipped onto her fingers. By this time, she was dressed as beautifully as she had been for her wedding, in preparation for her funeral. A deep red rose was placed in her hand, and then her hands were clasped together. Ronnie and Carol stepped back slightly, admiring their "work." Clearly, this young bride was the most beautiful corpse they had handled in their twenty years in this line of work.

Later that afternoon, Danny and both families came for a private viewing. When his beautiful bride's body came into view, Danny felt dizzy and had to be helped to a bench while the other family members viewed the body. When Danny regained his composure and walked alone to Beth's coffin, many of them wept. He turned, nodded, and expressed his satisfaction with the funeral organizers' work. He bent down, grasped Beth's cold, stiff left hand tightly, and then, unexpectedly, kissed her cherry-red lips. Afterward, Danny and both families returned to his parents' home.

That evening, mourners solemnly filed past the young bride's coffin; almost all the women wiped away tears with handkerchiefs, and upon seeing the beautiful young woman's body lying before them, many men felt an erection, which they quickly tried to conceal. All the mourners felt deep sympathy for the young groom whose marriage had ended before it had truly begun. After all the family and mourners had left, Ronnie closed the coffin lid. The next morning, the coffin was taken to the church, where the body lay dignifiedly for an hour before the ceremony began. After a solemn and moving ceremony, the coffin lid was closed once more, and the young bride was placed in the waiting hearse, ready to be taken back to her hometown.

The following afternoon, outside the Dodd family catacombs, a pre-burial ceremony was held with the coffin open. When the coffin containing his beloved bride was finally closed and carried into the catacombs and placed in the crypt, Danny broke down, weeping uncontrollably. A concrete slab was moved over and placed on top of the coffin, and the door to the catacombs was locked.

Among those attending the burial was Jason Dodd, Beth's cousin, whom he hadn't seen for years; he likely wouldn't have shown up if his mother hadn't insisted. He was captivated by the beautiful corpse, but it was the expensive jewelry she wore that truly caught his eye. He was a mechanic at the local new car dealership, and when he returned to work the next day, he talked to another mechanic in the group named Carl about attending his cousin's funeral, who had died on her honeymoon. Jason also mentioned the glittering jewelry buried with her. To avoid arousing Jason's suspicion, Carl discreetly noted the location of the burial chamber within the cemetery. After expressing his condolences, he and Jason returned to work, but Carl couldn't stop thinking about the young bride and her jewelry, even at the end of the day. He drove around the cemetery, noticing it was very old and seemed unattended. He got out of the car and found the cellar the Dodds had used as the burial chamber.

That evening, Carl called his friend Derrick, telling him he needed his help Friday night. He didn't explain the purpose, but Derrick guessed it would be another burglary, like the ones he'd done for Carl before. Imagine Derrick's surprise when Carl pulled him into the car and drove to a secluded spot near the burial chamber. Even after Carl explained about the jewelry and the young bride, he still felt uneasy.

Entering the catacombs was easy for Carl. The lock on the door opened quickly, and Carl and Derek, armed with two crowbars, went inside. They found the tomb marked "Bessdod Featherstone," and used the crowbars to move the concrete slab to another tomb. Then, Carl squeezed his crowbar into the gap outside the coffin and, after some effort, loosened the lid. Slowly lifting the upper half of the lid, Carl could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the young and beautiful bride. His cousin was right; she was beautiful, and so were her jewelry—which, of course, was what had truly drawn him there. He told Derek to open the lower half of the lid, which was easily done with the crowbars. Then, they saw the entire exquisite body. Carl removed the diamond earrings from her earlobes and put them in his pocket. He told Derek to lift the body, but Derek didn't want to touch the corpse. Carl insisted, so near the head of the coffin, Derek lifted the head and shoulders to allow Carl to remove the necklace, then put her back down. Carl removed the watch from the corpse's wrist and the ring from her finger. Derek prepared to leave, but Carl wasn't in a hurry. His manhood had hardened when he saw the beautiful, dead bride; he couldn't resist possessing her. With Derek's reluctant help, they carefully removed the wedding dress from Beth's body. When the strapless white bra was removed, her sexy, firm breasts were revealed, looking very fresh. At this moment, Carl grabbed the waistband of the white lace panties, passing over the corpse's buttocks, legs, and feet, and pulled them down. He glanced at them, a hint of doubt arising in his eyes, staring intently at the tube protruding from the sewn-up vulva, plugged with a tube. However, he still wanted to molest the dead young woman. He took out a large folding knife and unfolded it. To Derek's surprise, Carl tore off the glue and cut the seams that tightly bound Bess's genitals to the tube. After removing the seams and most of the glue, Carl grabbed the end of the tube and yanked it out of the corpse's vagina. Carl pulled her up and put her back in the coffin. He took out a tube of Vaseline from his pocket, bent down, and squeezed some into her cold, slightly loosened genitals. He inserted his middle finger and began to masturbate Bess's dead private parts with his fingers. He took off his shoes, trousers, and underwear, climbed on top of Bess's body, and spread her beautiful legs wider. Carl kissed her cold, cherry-red lips deeply, then thrust his erect penis into the corpse's vagina and began to thrust forcefully and for a long time. Derek, keeping watch at the entrance to the tomb, couldn't believe that Carl was so "thirsty" as to actually defile a corpse, but he was doing it, and judging from the sounds he made, he seemed quite satisfied. Carl's pace quickened until he could no longer control himself, and with a final, powerful thrust, he ejaculated his hot, viscous semen deep into the dead bride's vagina. For a while, Carl, panting, collapsed on top of her before withdrawing his still-erect member and climbing out of the coffin. "That was really satisfying," he told Derek, "without spending a penny." Carl bent down, removed Beth's white high heels, and rolled up her lace stockings to pull them off her feet. At this moment, Mrs. Beth Featherstone's beautiful body was naked in her final resting place. Carl's semen leaked from her genitals, flowing down around the tube that the funeral staff had inserted into her anus. Carl and Derek took one last look, then closed the coffin lid and moved the heavy concrete slab back over it. Making sure all the jewelry was still in his pocket, Carl picked up the wedding dress and rolled it up, while Derek took the underwear and shoes. Once outside, Carl fixed the latch and locked the door, making it impossible to tell what had happened that night. After putting everything in the car, they sped away into the night. The following night, Carl sold the jewelry, the wedding dress, and the shoes. He allowed Derek to take the bra, panties, and stockings to give to his girlfriend.

Three years later, Danny Featherstone was still grieving the loss of his beloved bride. He often woke from nightmares of the car accident, and every day he thought of Beth. Occasionally, his thoughts would drift back to the brief, joyful times he and his lovely wife had shared before the accident. The woman who crashed her van head-on into the newlyweds was charged with "crossing the center line" and convicted of "vehicle-caused death." Unable to bear the reality of killing the young bride, her marriage collapsed, and she committed suicide a year later; her body was cremated. Meanwhile, Derek was serving his second year in prison, sentenced to seven years for a series of robberies and thefts, though these were unrelated to Beth Featherstone's affair. Carl died of AIDS three months earlier, contracted about a month after a grave burglary when he visited a brothel, paying her with part of the proceeds from selling Beth's jewelry and wedding dress. Ian Fisher, the young morgue attendant, was now undergoing his residency in pathology at a hospital in a large city near Beth's hometown. For three years since his affair with the young bride, he had taken advantage of his alone time with his series of female "patients" to satisfy his desires. Mrs. Bessdod Featherstone's naked body lay slowly rotting in the Dodd family catacombs, the final defilement of this young bride never discovered.

(The End)

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