TKO
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- Feb 11, 2015
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- Countryside
I was extremely excited after I grabbed my bag out of the trunk and closed the lid of the car. There I was … in front of the closed hospital. With all my stuff I went to the double and rang the bell next to the information window. Soon someone opened and said I should come in. He was already wearing a scrub suit, latex gloves and rubber boots. With a huge smile in his cute face he pointed at a hospital bed a few steps away and said: “Please, lay in this bed, so we can start, you can leave your bag here at the door, I will pick it up later for you.”. I did as he said, I pulled the blanket away and made me comfortable in the bed. At this time I didn’t know, I would never leave this anymore. “So we will bring you to the operation prep area and will make you ready for the operation.”. This was part of our game, I should “die” because of an overdose of medication and an autopsy should be done to confirm this hunch.
He weeled me down some halls and through some doors until we reached the operation perp area. “Please, take off all your clothes and lay on this operation table.”. I took of all my clothes and climbed onto the mobile operation table. My penis pointed now towards the covering as I lay there stark naked. “Perfekt, so we can start!”, he said, while he tide my arms and feet to the table and wheeled me into the operation room. The table was parked under the bright operation lamp and the placed an anesthesia mask onto my face. “You won’t notice anything and we will have some fun!”, with this words he turned on the gas and I began to pass away. Then he started to stick an EKG on my chest and tied a blood pressure monitor around my left arm. Out of a drawer he grabbed some propofol and started to inject an overdose into my right arm. On the EKG he could see my pulse began to slow down until he saw a flat line. I was dead.
He left the room and came bag with a stainless steel gurney and parked it next to the operation table. First he grabbed my ankles and placed them on the gurney, then my shoulders. With a clunk I landed on the gurney. On my chest still the EKG patches. “We will bring you down to the morgue.”.
Through some doors and down in the cellar with the elevator we reached a door, labeled “Autopsy Preparation Room”. It was a small room, only room for two, maximum three gurneys, some stainless steel closets and two computers were in this room. The gurney was parked in the middle of the room and the neon light colored my body in a pale tone. He went to the computer and typed some information into like my name, date of birth, time of death. Then he printed a toe tag and tied it around my left big toe with his gloved hands. He whispered into my ear: „You are still warm!”, and touched my now limp penis. After he was ready with playing with my balls, he went to a closet and grabbed a camera to took some pictures of me. Then he need to measure my height, for this he used a tape measure.
“You are ready for an autopsy.” With this words the gurney began to move again trough another pair of doors and we were in the autopsy room. It was a small hospital morgue, so only two stainless steel autopsy stations were in this room. They were quit new, only five years installed before the hospital was closed but they had some dents and scratches from other autopsies. At the feet end of each table was a sink and a hose and over each table was an operation lamp. The gurney was parked next to the first table and the began to move my body onto the table. Then he placed a rubber head rest under my neck. “I will leave you here and I hope you enjoy!”, with this words he left the room and turned off the lights. He was right, I would enjoy it. Now I was alone in the autopsy room on a cold table, complete naked and ready for the procedure.
The next evening the door opened and the lights turned on. My body still lay on the table and awaiting an autopsy. The skin pale, the penis resting limp on my leg, mouth and eyes slightly open and a toe tag hanging down my left foot. He was back, wearing again a scrub suit, rubber boots, blue high risk latex gloves, a face shield and wheeled a cart into the room with some tools necessary for the autopsy.
The cart hit the table with a loud clonk and my body began to shake a little bit. He placed his hand on my chest and began to slide it down over my cock till my toe tag.
Then he started his Dictaphone and said: “Case number 1/2016, name TKO, 24 years old, died while operation, complete autopsy. Starting with external examination: Patient is 182 high and weights 72kg, has blond hair and blue eyes.” With his gloved hands he opened my eyes and my mouth and drove with his finger deep into it. Then he began to touch my neck and my chest. “Neck and chest appear normal.”. With some pressure he pressed onto hip and checked it for any fracture. He reached my penis and peeled back the foreskin and inspected the testicles carefully and found some dried precum. “Patient seemed to enjoy the situation before his death, precum under foreskin.”. In the next step he drove down each leg and arm and checked for any fracture. He began to massage my pale feet soles a bit before he decided to turn me around so he could check my back. “Patient has some postmortem lividity”. With his finger he drove into my anus and checked it with many pleasure. “External examination is over, we will start with the internal.”, he said in his Dictaphone, while he turned me around and placed the head rest under my shoulders so my arms could fall back. From the cart the grabbed a sharp scalpel and made a y-shaped incision my front. The skin began to separate a bit and with the help of the scalpel he peeled to huge skin plaps to each side. Then with the help of the scalpel he removed the front plate and placed it onto my ankles. Now all my organs were visible and ready to take them out. He started with the package of hearth and lungs and placed them next to my left leg and began to cut them into little peaces. “Hearth and lung are unmarkable.”. Next he cuted my stomach free and opened it and saw some food in there. “Patient had a huge meal before operation.”. Then pulled my intestines out and threw them into the sink at the feet end, so he could inspect the rest like the liver and kidneys. “I need to check the balls”, he noticed and started to make a cut under my scrotum to remove the testicle. My body now looked like an empty boot with arms and legs covered in blood. To take out my brain he placed the head rest under my neck to lift my head, so it would be easier to take out my brain.
With the scalpel he made a cut from behind my left ear behind my right and peeled with some force the front flap over my face and let the back flap hanging down, so the white skull was visible. BZZZZZZZ, he turned on the electric saw placed the saw into the bone and drove around my head with it. My body was shaking and there was some bone dust in the air. To remove the top of the skull he grabbed a skull key and with a cracking sound my skull cap fell off. The brain now visible, he freed it from the dura mata and the nerves to take it out. To cut it into twelve little pieces he used a long knife and throw the pieces between my legs to the other organs. I was now covered in blood and organs, two flaps hanging down each side, the face not visible and the top of the skull missing.
“Autopsy ready, no signs for cause of death, waiting for toxicology report!”, and he turned off the Dictaphone.
He packed all organs into a plastic bag, even the brain and throw this bag into my open front cavity. Then he putted the skull cap back in place and peeled the skin back. The front plate was placed over the plastic bag and the skin was sewed together with a thick black thread. I looked nearly normal, only a huge Y on my front visible and still covered in blood. To clean me he hosed me and robbed me clean with a yellow sponge.
He was ready with me, so he threw his gloves into a bin and left the room, me alone on the table. Maybe for some fun later?
He weeled me down some halls and through some doors until we reached the operation perp area. “Please, take off all your clothes and lay on this operation table.”. I took of all my clothes and climbed onto the mobile operation table. My penis pointed now towards the covering as I lay there stark naked. “Perfekt, so we can start!”, he said, while he tide my arms and feet to the table and wheeled me into the operation room. The table was parked under the bright operation lamp and the placed an anesthesia mask onto my face. “You won’t notice anything and we will have some fun!”, with this words he turned on the gas and I began to pass away. Then he started to stick an EKG on my chest and tied a blood pressure monitor around my left arm. Out of a drawer he grabbed some propofol and started to inject an overdose into my right arm. On the EKG he could see my pulse began to slow down until he saw a flat line. I was dead.
He left the room and came bag with a stainless steel gurney and parked it next to the operation table. First he grabbed my ankles and placed them on the gurney, then my shoulders. With a clunk I landed on the gurney. On my chest still the EKG patches. “We will bring you down to the morgue.”.
Through some doors and down in the cellar with the elevator we reached a door, labeled “Autopsy Preparation Room”. It was a small room, only room for two, maximum three gurneys, some stainless steel closets and two computers were in this room. The gurney was parked in the middle of the room and the neon light colored my body in a pale tone. He went to the computer and typed some information into like my name, date of birth, time of death. Then he printed a toe tag and tied it around my left big toe with his gloved hands. He whispered into my ear: „You are still warm!”, and touched my now limp penis. After he was ready with playing with my balls, he went to a closet and grabbed a camera to took some pictures of me. Then he need to measure my height, for this he used a tape measure.
“You are ready for an autopsy.” With this words the gurney began to move again trough another pair of doors and we were in the autopsy room. It was a small hospital morgue, so only two stainless steel autopsy stations were in this room. They were quit new, only five years installed before the hospital was closed but they had some dents and scratches from other autopsies. At the feet end of each table was a sink and a hose and over each table was an operation lamp. The gurney was parked next to the first table and the began to move my body onto the table. Then he placed a rubber head rest under my neck. “I will leave you here and I hope you enjoy!”, with this words he left the room and turned off the lights. He was right, I would enjoy it. Now I was alone in the autopsy room on a cold table, complete naked and ready for the procedure.
The next evening the door opened and the lights turned on. My body still lay on the table and awaiting an autopsy. The skin pale, the penis resting limp on my leg, mouth and eyes slightly open and a toe tag hanging down my left foot. He was back, wearing again a scrub suit, rubber boots, blue high risk latex gloves, a face shield and wheeled a cart into the room with some tools necessary for the autopsy.
The cart hit the table with a loud clonk and my body began to shake a little bit. He placed his hand on my chest and began to slide it down over my cock till my toe tag.
Then he started his Dictaphone and said: “Case number 1/2016, name TKO, 24 years old, died while operation, complete autopsy. Starting with external examination: Patient is 182 high and weights 72kg, has blond hair and blue eyes.” With his gloved hands he opened my eyes and my mouth and drove with his finger deep into it. Then he began to touch my neck and my chest. “Neck and chest appear normal.”. With some pressure he pressed onto hip and checked it for any fracture. He reached my penis and peeled back the foreskin and inspected the testicles carefully and found some dried precum. “Patient seemed to enjoy the situation before his death, precum under foreskin.”. In the next step he drove down each leg and arm and checked for any fracture. He began to massage my pale feet soles a bit before he decided to turn me around so he could check my back. “Patient has some postmortem lividity”. With his finger he drove into my anus and checked it with many pleasure. “External examination is over, we will start with the internal.”, he said in his Dictaphone, while he turned me around and placed the head rest under my shoulders so my arms could fall back. From the cart the grabbed a sharp scalpel and made a y-shaped incision my front. The skin began to separate a bit and with the help of the scalpel he peeled to huge skin plaps to each side. Then with the help of the scalpel he removed the front plate and placed it onto my ankles. Now all my organs were visible and ready to take them out. He started with the package of hearth and lungs and placed them next to my left leg and began to cut them into little peaces. “Hearth and lung are unmarkable.”. Next he cuted my stomach free and opened it and saw some food in there. “Patient had a huge meal before operation.”. Then pulled my intestines out and threw them into the sink at the feet end, so he could inspect the rest like the liver and kidneys. “I need to check the balls”, he noticed and started to make a cut under my scrotum to remove the testicle. My body now looked like an empty boot with arms and legs covered in blood. To take out my brain he placed the head rest under my neck to lift my head, so it would be easier to take out my brain.
With the scalpel he made a cut from behind my left ear behind my right and peeled with some force the front flap over my face and let the back flap hanging down, so the white skull was visible. BZZZZZZZ, he turned on the electric saw placed the saw into the bone and drove around my head with it. My body was shaking and there was some bone dust in the air. To remove the top of the skull he grabbed a skull key and with a cracking sound my skull cap fell off. The brain now visible, he freed it from the dura mata and the nerves to take it out. To cut it into twelve little pieces he used a long knife and throw the pieces between my legs to the other organs. I was now covered in blood and organs, two flaps hanging down each side, the face not visible and the top of the skull missing.
“Autopsy ready, no signs for cause of death, waiting for toxicology report!”, and he turned off the Dictaphone.
He packed all organs into a plastic bag, even the brain and throw this bag into my open front cavity. Then he putted the skull cap back in place and peeled the skin back. The front plate was placed over the plastic bag and the skin was sewed together with a thick black thread. I looked nearly normal, only a huge Y on my front visible and still covered in blood. To clean me he hosed me and robbed me clean with a yellow sponge.
He was ready with me, so he threw his gloves into a bin and left the room, me alone on the table. Maybe for some fun later?
