The Coroner


Dave Paterson earned the name Coroner, when he worked for the town sheriff's office, doing double work as the Medical Examiner and Coroner. He was known as honest and hardworking, but somewhere along the line he lost his moral compass, and started working for the mob, trafficking in drugs. Being very smart, ruthless, and cunning, he quickly rose in the organization until soon he was head honcho. It then became inconvenient to maintain his position in the Sheriff's department, so he established a private Mortuary as a legitimate front for his burgeoning criminal activities, which included drugs, counterfeiting, and white slavery, among other nefarious activities.

"Oh, this is almost funny." Dave sat in his office reading the paper, then came upon an article concerning the Aerie's Sisterhood of Super Heroines. "Ha,Ha, an old broken dawn Chemist nearly destroyed those b....'s." He kept reading. "They caught his wife, but the old man escaped. "I'd love to have him in my organization. Those women have been a thorn in my side."

While the Coroner was reading about the Sisterhood's near disaster, Black Dahlia was sitting in one of the local bars in her alter ego of Margo Blessing, secretary. Her long blonde hair, and shapely legs attracted a lot of attention, until finally she was approached by a handsome young man offering to buy her a drink. "You look lonely."

"I'm not in the mood for company right now." Rejecting his offer, she looked away.

"You look troubled, can I help?" He shoved the drink back in front of her.

This time she picked it up and gulped it down. "I just got fired, I don't have money for my rent, and there,s nobody who can help."

"I can't believe an attractive woman like you is all alone." He placed his hand on top of hers, while moving closer. "Maybe I can help."

"How can you help?" Margo pulled her hand away acting as if she were still suspicious.

"Have another drink, and I'll tell you about this contact of mine, who just might have a job for you." He took the drink, winked at the bartender, and escorted the woman into the back room.
Relax, drink up, and I'll call my contact.

Margaret managed to pour her drink onto the carpet, and then pretend to gulp it down, while the man was busy on the phone. "Ohhh...I..Feel..sooo..dizzy." She held her head, and tried to stand, but slipped off the chair onto the floor. Noticing the handsome young man standing next to her Margaret kept the pretense going, by moaning and then sprawling on the carpet.

While this was happening inside, a bright red sports car drove into the alley behind the bar and parked in the shadows. A driver clad in a see-through red leotard exited the car, to peer into the bar's rear window. The woman was so concerned with the events inside, she didn't notice an old man wiping her steering wheel with something, and then planting a damp towel between the seats. Suddenly the beautiful young woman hurried back to her car, and turned on the engine to wait. "Oh, this steering wheel is sticky." Looking around to find something to wipe off the gunk, and clean her hands, she located a towel between the seats. "Where did this come from?" She wondered, staring at the damp towel. Quickly the chemical began to work. "Ohhh..feel soo weak." Her arms drooped to her sides, as her vision blurred. "Tha...towel...nooo...the..ol..mannn."
Her head slumped forward hitting the steering wheel, where she remained conscious, but unable to move.

"That enhanced formula worked really well." Zeke yanked open the door. "You shouldn't drive around in such a recognizable vehicle." He raised her head from the wheel, and looked into those beautiful pleading eyes.

"Please don't do this." Siren managed to mumble, as she saw the cloth approaching her face. However, the Super Heroine had been rendered helpless, by the Chemists sinister chemical formula. Her nostrils smelled the sickly sweet aroma, even before the rag covered her nose, while her mouth made a futile attempt to yell for help. "HELMMMMPPPNNMMM" Siren could only sit there, watching the old man gloat over his conquest, while breathing the noxious odor. He's...de..feated..meee..againnnn." The beautiful blue eyes rolled back in her head, as the cloud of darkness overwhelmed her senses.

"You Heroines are becoming easier to capture." He dragged the unconscious limp body out from under the steering wheel, and carried the helpless Siren back to his old white van, where he gagged her with his chloroform tape, and then bound her wrists and ankles. When he turned on his headlights, he saw a man exit the rear door of the bar, carrying an unconscious woman towards a black sedan. Not wanting to get involved, he quickly drove away.

"Whoever that was, I hope he doesn't cause any trouble." The man dumped Margaret into the trunk of his sedan, and then drove away.


The Coroner Pt2


The sedan carrying Margaret Blessing, aka the Black Dahlia, pulled into the dock area, and parked behind one of the shabby looking buildings that lined the wharves. A tall handsome man exited the driver's seat, opened the trunk, lifted the unconscious woman, and carried her into the building. "Here's another one, so now we can make the shipment." Looking around the large room, Dahlia noticed several cages containing women, a table in the center with three men playing cards, and a pile of rope laying next to some body bags. When the man laid her onto the floor, she twisted the Ruby ring on her finger. A sudden flash of light blinded the men momentarily, until the vision of a tall golden haired woman dressed in a black mesh leotard stood facing them.

"WHO THE H*** ARE YOU?" The man yelled in surprise.

"Your worst nightmare." She replied as she quickly disposed of the men sitting around the table. But when she turned to take care of the man, who had attempted to kidnap her, he ran out the door, jumped into the sedan, and escaped her clutches. "Too bad, I really wanted him." After releasing the women, she telephoned the police, and for medical assistance.

Sitting in his office, the Coroner was giving directions to several drug distributors, when the phone rang. "NO, NOT AGAIN!" He yelled at the person on the other end. "I've got to stop those women." Every man in the room knew what he meant. The Sisterhood had struck again, and if this wasn't stopped their whole organization was in danger.

"Boss, there's an old guy out here to see you." One of the henchmen announced the Chemist's presence.

"Not now, tell him to come back in the morning." Not finished his business, the Coroner dismissed his visitor as a nuisance.

Once again the henchman interrupted. "The old boy says it's very important."

"I told you I'd see him in the morning." His patience was wearing thin.

"But boss, he says he has a very valuable present for you."

"Oh, alright.You guys follow my instructions, and I want a report by the end of the week." He exited the office to confront this insistent old man. "What is this present you have for me?"

"She's out in my van. I'll show you."

"Bosco, you're coming with me." The three men looked into the back of the old van, and the Coroner nearly collapsed. "Is that who I think it is?"

"If you think it's one of the Sisterhood, then the answer is yes." Zeke looked at the man's startled expression. "I think they call this one Siren." By the way, my name is Zeke Bosworth, and I'm looking for a place to set up my chemical lab."

Meanwhile, Black Dahlia burst into the Director's office. "Siren was supposed to back me up. So where was she?" The irate Heroine stomped around the room.

"You mean she wasn't there?" He looked puzzled. "I don't know where she was. Siren left here for the bar three hours ago." The two of them stared at each other, wondering what happened?

They had no idea that Siren was just now being dragged from the Chemist's white van, and being roughly carried into the Coroner's mortuary, where she was placed on one of the examining tables. "She's a real looker, don't you think?" The old man chuckled. "I was never able to finish my test on her, so I need a space to work."

Looking back and forth between the athletic young beauty, and the feeble old man, the Coroner shook his head. "I don't believe it."

"Exactly. That's how I do it. None of the Super Heroines consider me a threat, until their lying at my feet tied up." He laughed, and then patted the unconscious Siren. "well do I get some space to work?"

In the Aerie the Director looked at Black Dahlia. "Take Prodigal and search the area around the bar. She must be around there." He seemed frustrated by the disappearance. "I smell the Chemist's involvement."

The two Heroines were in front of the bar in a flash. "You go inside and I'll check around back." Black Dahlia suggested. She looked up and down the alley, until spotting the shiny red sport car parked in the shadows. "That's Siren's car." Immediately she contacted the Director. I found Siren's Lamborghini. I"m going to check it out now." Handing up the phone, Dahlia climbed behind the wheel to investigate. "Uhhgg..what's this sticky stuff on the wheel." Her hands felt funny, so she thought it imperative to get the gunk off. There was a damp cloth layng between the seats. "Good I'll use this." Rubbing her hands vigorously, they finally became clean. "I don't...kno..wha...tha..stuff was....but..ohhhh..feel..sooo...strange." Her arms slumped to her sides, and those deep blue eyes stared ahead. "What's happening to me?" Not being able to move, the Heroine lay there helpless.

"Hey Roger, look at that car, Wow, isn't it somethin'?" Two men in tattered clothes passed by the open door, glancing inside.

"There's a woman behind the wheel." They approached the immobile Super Heroine. "Hey lady, nice set of wheels." When she didn't answer, the one named Roger touched her on the shoulder. There was still no reaction.

"Is she dead?" Herman asked.

"I don't think so, she just mumbled something, but man look at that costume."

"Forget the costume, check out those boobs....You thinkin what I'm thinkin?"

"Yeh, you take the dame and I'll take the car." Herman dragged Black Dahlia from the front seat, tossed her limp body over his shoulder, and carried her down the alley. Roger jumped behind the steering wheel, turned the key, and roared away. The two bums met back at the old decrepid garage they called home, where a third friend was waiting.

"Who's the woman?" He asked before Black Dahlia was turned on her back. "YEOW. that's one of them Super Heroine ladies." The man backed off. "We can't keep her."

"Why not?" Asked Roger, kneeling next to the Black Dahlia who was able to see and hear everything. "Look she's beginning to move."

"Uuhhhh..help..meee." However, when the woman rolled over, and sat on her knees staring at the men, Roger instinctively swung a hard right punch that connected with Dahlia's jaw. "UUNNGGHH!!" Her head slammed to the side, while her body fell clumsily over her legs until she lay touching the floor, and her legs bent at the knees.

"What did you do that for?"Herman stuttered. While the third man got some rope.



The Coroner Pt3


While Black Dahlia was having trouble outside, Prodigal was questioning the bartender inside. "Did you see a beautiful woman dressed in a red see-through mesh leotard?"

Look lady, if someone like that walked into this bar, I would remember." He scanned the Heroine dressed in green. "You're quite a looker yourself." He stood there staring, and then said. "Wait a minute, I know someone who might have seen something. I'll give him a call." The bartender disappeared into the back room. " Boss, one of those Super Heroines is looking for her friend, Siren. What should I do?" There was a long pause, after which the bartender replied. "OK, I'll do it." He then returned to the bar.

"Well, did he see anything?" Prodigal prodded for information.

"He saw a red roadster, follow one of the Mortuary vehicles away from behind the bar, but he wasn't sure who was driving." The bartender sounded more convincing by not giving too much detail.

"Thanks that's a big help." Prodigal then went out to see what Black Dahlia had discovered, her Sister Heroine was nowhere to be found. "I can't wait for her to show up." She contacted the Director with her information. "I'm heading over to the Coroner's Mortuary now.

"Where's Black Dahlia." He asked.

"I don't know. She wasn't outside the bar, and I couldn't find her."

"What do you mean you can't find Black Dahlia." His exasperated tone betrayed his sense of frustration. "I'm going to retire. this is too much for me."

"Don't worry, she'll show up. I'll let you know what I find at the Coroner's, chief." She hung up and headed for the Mortuary.

Back at the garage Dahlia's wrists were bound behind her back and her ankles tied together.. "Did you find any of that chloro stuff?" Herman asked. "We have to keep her knocked out. These Super Babes can break these ropes you know."

"No one has any of that stuff. I checked with Fred the bartender. The only thing I could find was this." Roger showed his two friends a well worn blackjack. "What are we gonna do with her?"

The third man spoke up. "I bet the Coroner would pay top dollar for her." These chicks have been givin' him a lot of trouble." He heard Dahlia stirring, and nodded to Roger.

"Oh, I can't do it." throwing the blackjack on the floor, he backed away. "Somebody else do it."

Harold, the third man, picked up the blackjack and walked over to the struggling Super Heroine, who by this time had raised to her knees. "Sorry to do this." WHOMP he swung the blackjack hard against the back of the neck, sending her head first onto the floor. "Grimacing at her groan, he also dropped the sap. "Someone else will have to do it next time."

The Coroner got off the phone. "This is definitely my lucky night." Addressing the old man. "You brought me one of those b****s, Fred is sending me another, and now I find out that three bums in a shack near the bar has the third one. "Hugo, I want you to get her, but take the Chemist with you." He sat back in his chair. " OK, Everyone else, make yourselves scarce. I don't want to spook our visitor.

When Dahlia began to stir again, the three men stood nearby arguing about which one of them would render the beautiful Super Heroine unconscious. "Oooohhhh...my head." The ropes broke as if they were nothing but spaghetti noodles. "What have you three been doing to me?" As the Heroine stood, the three men bolted from the old building, just as Hugo entered.

"I suggest you don't move, lady." Pointing his automatic.

"Oh..you look dangerous." Before the man could react, Black Dahlia sprang forward, grabbing the gun away. "You should be more careful with this." She tossed him against the wall, and watched the stunned thug collapse to the floor. She then exited the old shack. Lying near the curb was an old derelict bundled up and moaning. After shaking the person to see if he was alright, she opened her cell phone. "I'll get some help for you." But the man grabbed her ankle, indicating he wanted to speak to her.

As Black Dahlia knelt next to him, The old derelict, raised his arm to pull the Super Heroine closer to his mouth. "This one's for Martha." With his other hand he plunged a needle into the side of her neck.

"Ouch..what..was..that?" Her arm shot up to the spot that stung, and she stumbled backwards onto her rear end. "That hurt." She stared at the man, who raised from the ground, letting the dim light reveal his face. "Ohhh...nooo..THE CHEMIST." Panic flashed across her eyes. "Please..not..again." Her arms stretched out behind, keeping her back off the ground. "C..can't..let..ann..ol..mannn..defea...meee." She felt weak as her elbows gave way, sending the beauty backwards, pinnjng her feet under those round firm thighs. "Uhhggg." Unable to move, Black Dahlia lay there still, looking very uncomfortable.

"That's my new relaxing drug." Zeke bent over, lifted the Heroine in his arms, and placed her gently in the Mortuary's van, where he began undressing her. She tried desperately to move away from his fondling hands, but she had to remain under him, cringing. "Martha's not here to interfere with my pleasure."

In a few minutes Hugo showed, and climbed behind the steering wheel. "How did you capture her, old man?" He started the engine and drove away.

"Not now, can't you see I'm busy." The old man finished with his pleasures, then stared into those beautiful blue eyes, that reflected the hatred and disgust the helpless Heroine bore him. "It's time to put you to sleep." He watched those eyes turn to fear and dread as he soaked the cloth with chloroform.



The Coroner Pt4



Prodigal circled the Mortuary, searching for signs of life, and spotted the Coroner sitting comfortably in his leather chair, reading the paper. "No doubt he's reading the obits. After making a complete circle, and finding no sign of Siren, she decided to enter. "She must be here." The front door was open, so she carefully went inside.

The Coroner listened over his ear plugs to Igor's report of the Heroine's progress. The assistant sat before a row of monitors, connected to hidden cameras throughout the Mortuary. "She has searched all the rooms on this floor, and is now proceeding to the basement."

"Good, it shouldn't be long now." Thought the Coroner, waiting patiently for the trap to spring on the unsuspecting Heroine.

Prodigal sneaked down the plush red carpet stairway to where many coffins were laid out, but checking each one yielded no results, until she noticed a room at the end of the hall. "I wonder what's in there." The tall Heroine clad in her green see-thru mesh leotard, slowly crept towards the door, and opened it, revealing an ornate coffin sitting on a pedestal. "This looks promising."
She tried opening the coffin, ut it wouldn't yield. "The darn thing is locked." She held the brass carrying bar with one hand, while pushing the top with all he strength. There was a snap as the top jerked open. "Good heavens, Siren's bound and gagged in here."

Having entered the monitoring room, the Coroner watched with glee as Prodigal reached over the edge of the open coffin to untie Siren's legs. He pushed a button, sending the coffin top crashing down on the Super Heroine's back.

"AAARRGGHHH!!" Her scream could barely be heard outside the coffin, and her legs flailed wildly in the air, in a futile effort to gain some leverage. Meanwhile her hands tried to raise the heavy lid with no success.

Loving the picture of this gorgeous body stuck, and vainly struggling to get free, he reluctantly pushed a second button. In her panic Prodigal didn't hear the hissing gas, until it began to effect her muscles. "Unnnn..getting..weak." After ceasing her struggling, she heard the sound. "What's thaaa..ohhhh.its gassss..nooo..hav...to..get..out..of..h" She resumed her effort to escape, but this time it was much weaker. "Resistance...gonnnn." Her long shapely legs dangled loosely out of the coffin, and her head and arms lay on top os Siren's inert body. Her breathin became heavy and regular.

"That old man is not the only one who can capture a Super Heroine." The Coroner gave a wry smile. However, the score was now two to one as the Chemist walked through the door with the limp Black Dahlia over his shoulder. He didn't want Hugo carrying his prize, so that the Coroner would know for sure who had captured her.

"Now let's discuss where I can set up my lab." He tossed the naked unconscious body onto the plush carpet. "I've done you a great favor , so it's time for you to return it."

"First we need to secure these women, I don't want them to escape." Dave the Coroner pulled Hugo aside. "I'll take care of the ladies, while you dispose of the other problem. Dave then slapped the Chemist on the back. "Hugo will show you the the small house. that you can use for lab experiments, and I'll secure the Heroines." After assuring the doomed old man of his cooperation, Dave picked up Black Dahlia in his strong arms. Her head flopped backwards, letting the long golden tresses hang loose, while those beautifully shaped legs bent at the knees. When he carried her out to the crematorium, one arm dangled limply waving back and forth, as he took every step. Entering the long building, he saw two of his hired thugs waiting. "Take care of this one, Igor. Bosco, you come back with me."

Igor took the limp naked body from the Coroner, and then laid her in the coffin at the end of the ramp. After carefully closing and sealing the lid, he pressed a large red button, causing the ramp to move, and the flames at the end of the ramp to flare up. Slowly the coffin moved towards the flames, and it was merely moments before the coffin disappeared into those flames.

Meanwhile the Coroner and Bosco went to the downstairs display area under the Mortuary, where Prodigal's shapely legs still dangled loosely from out of the ornate coffin. "I'll take this one, while you gather up the one inside the coffin."




The Coroner Pt5


What appears to be a wooden coffin seems consumed by the surrounding fire, but it is all an illusion, just as it was intended to beby the diabolical genius of the Coroner. Instead of burning into ashes, it continues traveling along the ramp until arriving in a space designed to look more like a hospital operating room than a Mortuary. Two men dressed in white, opened the coffin, lifted out the unconscious limp body, and placed her onto an operating table. They undid the ropes and then strapped her arms and legs to the table.

In a few moments Black Dahlia began to awaken. "Uhhhhh..the..old..mannn..the Chemist..can't let him defeat me again." Her eyes focused on a white room with men dressed in white. "Where...is..this..wha..has..happen...tooo...meee?" Tugging on the straps helped to stimulate her return to consciousness. "Let me go." One of the men slowly and deliberately, as if it were rehearsed, picked up a surgical mask and placed it over the patient's face, strapping it in place. Then over the muffled protest of a recovering Super Heroine the man turned a valve releasing ether into the mask. "Noooo..please..don't..do...thisssss...soooo...sleeepy." Her eyes rolled back, and that perfectly shaped nude body fell limp.

Meanwhile in the display room, the Coroner extracted Prodigal from the coffin, placed an arm under the Heroine's firm rear end, and carefully slid the drooping body over his shoulder, leaving the long stunning auburn hair dangling behind. It then began swaying to and fro in time with her limp arms as he climbed the red carpeted stairway to the first floor.

Igor wasn't quite as careful with his burden. He lifted the still unconscious Siren from the coffin, and roughly tossed the bound heroine over his shoulder. Her long curly hair bounced as the thug jostled the woman as if he were carrying a sack of potatoes.

Instead of using the coffin transport into the sanitary room, The Coroner went to the rear of the crematorium, pushed a button on his remote, thus opening a sliding panel, and Igor quickly followed him inside, where they placed the two Heroines on different tables. "Secure these two before they reawaken.

Watching from the shadows was Zeke, who had left Hugo laying on the floor of the small house with bulging eyes and his mouth wide open. It seems that the Sisterhood were not the only ones who underestimated the old man. "I need to get my prized Heroines back." He circled the building looking for the ventillation system.

Inside the crematorium the three Super Heroines were strapped to operating tables with masks on their faces feeding them a constant dose of ether. "I have to prepare them for my cryogenic process." Busy working with his equipment, the Coroner neglected everything else. He had developed a cryogenic system that froze bodies from within, and made the person into a wax figure that could be revived years later without any difficult. Unfortunately, it was still in the experimental stage, thus he hadn't worked out all the bugs. The Sisterhood would be his ultimate test of the process.

Suddenly everyone in the room began coughing, and then one by one each of the men fell to his knees, feeling very drowsy. The Coroner tried desperately to get to the exit, so he took out the remote, hit the button, but was startled to see the old man standing in the doorway, when the panel slid open. "How.....?" He flopped forward onto his face.

"I don't have time to explain everything now." Zeke entered wearing a small filter mask over his nose and mouth. Chuckling to himself, he peered over at the three Heroines lying naked, strapped to tables, and fully sedated. "So we meet again." A few days later the Chemist sat in the Coroner's leather chair smoking one of his Havana cigars There were several men gather in the office. Pointing to the coffin in the middle of the room, the old man asked them. Is there anyone here who doubts that I'm now in charge."

After going over the Coroner's voluminous notes concerning the special cryogenics process, the Chemist made some adjustments, and a month later sat in the leather chair, smoking a Havana, admiring the wax statues lining one of the walls.

The End


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