Dead but, not gone [Necro]

As your vision completely vanished, you had no idea what to expect. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. The exact same one you heard over the phone this morning.

“Oh no, your not getting out that easy.”

Suddenly your vision and feeling returned. You were in the same spot as when you died, your killer’s hands still wrapped around your throat suspending your limp body in the air. You attempted to move your limbs, but found them to be completely unresponsive. You also noticed that you weren’t actually breathing. after taking in all your surroundings, you were left with only one conclusion. You were trapped inside your own corpse. Your body was dead, and your soul would now get to experience what’s happens to your corpse.

You felt your body sway as your killer gave you one last good shake.

“Dam hussy pissed all over my shoes.” Said your killer in a deep, husky voice.

Slowly you felt yourself being lowered to the ground, as your killer gently lay you down. For the first time, you final got a look at the man who stole your life. He was a giant, hulking being. He looked to be in his 40s, however it was difficult to say as he was incredibly fit. Even just looking at him, you felt somewhat aroused.

He knelt down besides you, examining your corpse. You wondered what it was he planned to do. Why had this man decided to kill you?

Gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear. He hands drifted down to your shoulders, and in each hand he carefully took hold of your shoulder-straps and began to work them down your arms.

The seeming care and delicacy with which this man handled you left you utterly confused. After all, not moments ago he had brutally choked the life out of you, but know he was acting like you were some porcelain lamb.

Once he had gotten your straps down to your elbows, he grabbed to bust of your dress and pulled it down just below your breasts. To your surprise, you realize that your bra was missing! Some handy-perv must have gotten it off you in the club.

Your killer then trapped your nipples, and began to gently rub them between his thumb and forefinger. This evoked a wave of arousal, and had you been alive you know your pussy would have been gushing. He continued this treatment for several minutes before standing up and moving to between your legs. He grabbed the hem of your dress and carefully rolled it up to your midsection, revealing your virgin hole and piss drenched thong.

You killer gently worked your thong off of you legs and tossed them to the side. He then unzipped and freed his monster of a dick. From what you saw it, their was no way that thing would ever fit inside you. He life’s himself up, and slowly thrust himself into your cunt. In one go, he had (by some miracle) managed to completely sheath himself inside of you. For 10 minutes he slowly thrust in and out of your quickly cooling corpse before finally blowing his load inside you.

Your killer then stood up, fixed his pants, and walked out of your vision. What happens now? Will you simply stay in this alley until you are found? Then why did your killer leave his cum inside you? None of this seemed to make any sense, not until you heard a car reverse down the alley.

Your killer came back into view and knelt down between your legs one more, holding a strange object that looked like a transparent screw.

“Their! That should keep you from leaking.” He said as he screwed it into your cum-filled slit. Standing back up, he then placed one arm behind your head and the other under your knees, and bridal carried you over to the open trunk of his car. He later you down inside the trunk, and as it closed darkness consumed you once more.