EROTIC vector decomposition

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
crusade of Death : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

other harm : Torn vagina. Large color contusion on neck. In a highly innovative land of corruption with grossly bloated abdomen, common complexion and extensive marbling.

meter between last and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

cause Notes : A young woman went missing at a park late one Night while on a date. Her hamper and violated cadaver was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so reasonably ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical oestrus. Can the mortician work his conjuring trick on this rotting mantrap ? And can he fend her post mortem magic spell while he is doing that ?



Your aroma so strong
Leaking, bloated, near break
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most difficult cadaver I had to furbish up but not the least appealing by far. A Lester Willis Young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the Grant Wood by some deviant. She was found 3 days later in an advanced province of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her under the weather sweetly scent of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to part to bask her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not carry that she could still bet anything like the sporty and sexy looking young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the sheet slowly from her legs up to gear up myself for what I thought would be a wicked sight. The first matter that was exposed was her groundwork, still wearing Black person slippers. Then her farsighted and sexy leg were exposed. Their mantrap was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, nicety of cat valium and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over trunk. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue shorts was stained with dark blood-red bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her short circuit, 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 pregnant victims I have seen so far. Her blackened thermionic valve top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to hold in her bloated organic structure and her midriff was bared sexily as the scummy part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the subway system top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing dipsomaniac, right look. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a huge ugly shameful color bruise starkly visible against the pallid Green River of her skin. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my fill-in and instant stimulation, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was admittedly that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her lips were down and fucking liquidity was dripping out of her wind and gaping oral fissure. But the whole image of this rotting smasher projected a sense of impuissance and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too previous for her.

Despite my impulsion to just obtain and hug her and sate her with my love and lust, I knew that it would be unacceptable in her current circumstance. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the slightest pressure. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming appendage. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting electron tube top. I could not hold her body up to plunder it off her as it might induce her belly to burst. So I used a pair of scissors to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive boob came into fully 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 decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking snap and tattered in places. And a huge piece of grumous 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 soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark liquid being sucked out of her into the pail connected to the pump. The jut of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively svelte, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original slender nation unfortunately. I then pumped her dead body replete of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At to the lowest degree she will hold out for a while more now as I began to wash her make clean with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her skin with a thick layer of skin coloured pulverisation. Especially difficult was the marbling score and the with child bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked active. The only matter that looked out of place was her slightly tumesce venter. I looked at the dress that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiac dress as her abdomen was too bloated and the rest of her physical structure was also a bit tumid with decay. She would involve some loose vesture. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a short blue skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left field by her family over her boob and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and skirt I bought. I tied her hair up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her characteristic and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye shadower and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant cleaning lady sleeping peacefully. And the generous sum of money of perfume I sprayed on her covered her rotting look and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer confine back my rising lust and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her easygoing, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with Passion of Christ. I whisper into her ear that unlike her grampus, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and bear my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my cum 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 straits with my hands until I ejaculated a huge load of semen, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lustfulness satisfied.

After that came the hard part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of very apparel for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a mortician must search beyond the physical consideration of a decomposition corpse and see each body as being capable of erotic putrefaction .