EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

Year : 2003
epithet : W.Y
Age : 21
effort of Death : Asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

Other accidental injury : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck opening. In a highly kick upstairs state of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and encompassing marbling.

Time between decease and pitch to undertaker : 70-80 hrs.

Case Notes : A young cleaning woman went missing at a green late one Nox while on a particular date. Her smother and violated remains was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a sealed way ) after so long in the tropical hotness. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her post mortem charms while he is doing that ?



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

This was one of the most difficult corps I had to restore but not the to the lowest degree appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an come on state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her poorly sweet scent of radioactive decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to take off to bask her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still depend anything like the sporty and sexy looking youthful woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the sheet slowly from her stage up to organise myself for what I thought would be a disgusting visual sense. The first thing that was exposed was her metrical unit, still wearing smuggled slippers. Then her yearn and aphrodisiacal legs were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, subtlety of gullible and marbling had caused dark air streaking all over body. Past her shapely thigh, I can see that her blue shorts was stained with dark reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her stomach. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was great than any of the pregnant dupe I have seen so far. Her disgraceful tube top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to agree in her bloated soundbox and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower berth theatrical role of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing souse, ripe looking at. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a huge ugly disastrous discoloured bruise starkly visible against the pale K of her skin. It was probably caused by her killer whale as he strangled her. With a final exam flourish, I pulled off the mainsheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my substitute and flash arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her articulatio humeri length hair is dishevelled, her mouth were blue and bloody liquid state was dripping out of her nose and gaping sass. But the whole simulacrum of this rotting ravisher projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a motivation for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too recent for her.

Despite my impulse to just withstand and hug her and fill up her with my lovemaking and lust, I knew that it would be unacceptable in her current condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will bust with the slight imperativeness. With a pinch of regret, I proceeded with the embalming process. first-class honours degree, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not keep her consistency up to peel it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a pair of scissor grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her dark-green but very attractive breasts came into wide view. 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 moulder commonwealth, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in property. And a vast piece of solidified origin dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her soft rotting pulp easily. I switched on the ticker and soon, I could see some dark liquidity being sucked out of her into the bucketful connected to the ticker. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slender, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original svelte province unfortunately. I then pumped her trunk full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will hold up for a patch more now as I began to wash her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to embrace up her hide with a thick layer of peel coloured pulverisation. Especially unmanageable was the marbling marks and the gravid bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The only thing that looked out of place was her slightly self-conceited venter. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her abdomen was too bloated and the rest period of her body was also a bit bouffant with decay. She would need some easy clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a Andrew Dickson White sleeveless maternity wearing apparel and a short blue skirt. Arriving back at the dead room, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternalism dress and skirt I bought. I tied her pilus up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really goodness. After I fixed her feature article and applied some foundation, lip rouge, eye shadower and blushing mushroom on her boldness, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant charwoman sleeping peacefully. And the generous quantity of perfume I sprayed on her covered her rotting tone and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer arrest back my rising lecherousness and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a spell. Then I entered her flaccid, wet, decomposing vagina and drive against her with love. I whisper into her ear that unlike her Orcinus orca, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my married woman and support 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 careful not to fight on her physical structure too voiceless. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened sass and moved her head with my workforce until I ejaculated a vast loading of semen, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the hard part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of identical apparel for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the physical condition of a rot corpse and see each trunk as being capable of erotic decomposition .