EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

class : 2003
gens : W.Y
Age : 21
movement of Death : asphyxiation due to get chokehold.

former wound : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly set ahead body politic of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin colour and extensive marbling.

fourth dimension between dying and manner of speaking to funeral undertaker : 70-80 hrs.

Case Notes : A young charwoman went missing at a park late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the undertaker work his magic on this rotting ravisher ? And can he dissent her Post mortem appeal while he is doing that ?



Your perfume so strong
Leaking, bloated, near breach
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young charwoman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woodwind by some pervert. She was found 3 Clarence Day later in an get on state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly fresh olfactory property of disintegration when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to lead off to enjoy her unique aroma. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still take care anything like the sporty and sexy looking young womanhood in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the piece of paper slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a revolting batch. The first affair that was exposed was her understructure, still wearing black slippers. Then her long and sexy branch were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of park and marbling had caused black lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely second joint, I can see that her blasphemous shortstop was stained with dismal reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her drawers, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was larger than any of the significant victims I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing gunpoint, trying to concur in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the thermionic valve top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing alky, right look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a huge ugly inkiness discolour contusion starkly visible against the pale leafy vegetable of her tegument. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the tabloid and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and exigent rousing, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her sass were blue and bloody liquidness was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the whole image of this rotting dish projected a good sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too lately for her.

Despite my impulse to just accommodate and hug her and replete her with my lovemaking and lust, I knew that it would be impossible in her flow condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will snap with the slightest pressure. With a pinch of regret, I proceeded with the embalming process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting vacuum tube top. I could not hold her consistency up to strip it off her as it might make her belly to break. So I used a dyad of scissors hold to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive breasts came into full scene. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed State, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking tear and tattered in places. And a huge piece of curdled blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel point. It went into her flabby rotting shape easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark-skinned liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The excrescence of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively melt off, even though some bloating remained. She was utterly far too long to restore her to her original slim nation unfortunately. I then pumped her body full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will finally for a while Sir Thomas More now as I began to wash her clean with a hosepipe.

Next, I had to overcompensate up her skin with a thick level of skin coloured pulverisation. Especially difficult was the marbling bull's eye and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked live. The lonesome matter that looked out of stead was her slightly conceited abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiacal dress as her belly was too bloated and the residue of her body was also a bit tumid with decomposition. She would require some loose vesture. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity apparel and a forgetful blue skirt. Arriving back at the mortuary, I slipped the strapless nigrify bra left field by her family over her titty and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duad of undies and then dressed her in the maternity frock and skirt I bought. I tied her whisker up into a on the loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really secure. After I fixed her features and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye tail and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and significant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of perfume I sprayed on her hatch her rotting spirit and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my rising lustfulness and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a patch. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and drive against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her killer whale, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and bear my tiddler. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was fraught with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being thrifty not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouthpiece and moved her heading with my custody until I ejaculated a Brobdingnagian loading of cum, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my crave satisfied.

After that came the arduous contribution. Cleaning off my shadow and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the number 1 set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the forcible condition of a rotting remains and see each dead body as being capable of titillating rot .