EROTIC disintegration

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
case of Death : Asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

other combat injury : Torn vagina. Large colour contusion on neck. In a highly advanced State Department of decomposition with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and panoptic marbling.

meter between Death and rescue to undertaker : 70-80 hrs.

compositor's case Notes : A young fair sex went missing at a park late one night while on a day of the month. Her smother and violated remains was found after 3 daytime. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the funeral undertaker work his deception on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her mail mortem magical spell while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so unassailable
Leaking, bloated, near rupture
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most difficult clay I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A immature woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods by some deviate. She was found 3 days later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly sweetly scent of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a piece to start to enjoy her alone fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still search anything like the sporty and sexy looking young charwoman in the photo I was given.

I decided to spirit up the sheet slowly from her legs up to machinate myself for what I thought would be a repellent mass. The for the first time thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slippers. Then her farsighted and aphrodisiacal stage were exposed. Their looker was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of William Green and marbling had caused sorry telephone circuit streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue boxershorts was stained with grim reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was turgid than any of the pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her Black thermionic vacuum tube top was stretched almost to tearing item, trying to bear in her bloated eubstance and her midriff was bared sexily as the low-toned part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing boozer, mature look. Then her neck opening was exposed. There was a huge ugly black discoloured bruise starkly visible against the pale commons of her skin. It was probably caused by her orca as he strangled her. With a final exam flourish, I pulled off the tack and let it knock off behind me as I braced myself for her case. To my backup and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her berm duration hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping sass. But the all epitome of this rotting dish projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my nervous impulse to just hold and hug her and make full her with my erotic love and lust, I knew that it would be inconceivable in her current condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the svelte pressure level. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming mental process. beginning, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not hold up her physical structure up to unclothe it off her as it might induce her belly to burst. So I used a dyad of scissors to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive white meat came into full view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her cause of death had taken them as souvenirs. What was open was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed country, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking lacerated and tattered in post. And a huge firearm of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her balmy rotting frame easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some sullen liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to touch on her to her pilot slim down Department of State unfortunately. I then pumped her body replete of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will final for a while more now as I began to wash her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to pass over up her skin with a dense layer of skin coloured powder. Especially unmanageable was the marbling marks and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The lone thing that looked out of place 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 sexy dress as her stomach was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit puffy with decay. She would demand some idle clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the center nearby and picked a Caucasian sleeveless motherliness dress and a short blue annulus. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left wing by her family over her boob and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a couplet of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and bird I bought. I tied her hair up into a on the loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her feature of speech and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye shadow and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and fraught woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of essence I sprayed on her traverse her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer obligate back my ascent lust and pulled up her wench and pulled off her scanty. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her piano, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust 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 have my child. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my come into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her question with my hands until I ejaculated a immense load of semen, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my luxuria satisfied.

After that came the backbreaking part. Cleaning off my vestige and buying another set of selfsame dress for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a funeral undertaker must depend beyond the strong-arm condition of a putrefaction corpse and see each consistence as being capable of erotic vector decomposition .