EROTIC vector decomposition

Year : 2003
public figure : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of Death : Asphyxiation due to confirm chokehold.

Other injury : Torn vagina. Large discolor contusion on neck. In a highly innovative country of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, greens complexion and extensive marbling.

fourth dimension between Death and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

Case Notes : A young woman went missing at a park late one night while on a escort. Her strangle and violated corpse 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 heat. Can the mortician study his thaumaturgy on this rotting looker ? And can he resist her billet mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your perfume so hard
Leaking, bloated, near rupture
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most hard remains I had to doctor but not the least appealing by far. A Danton True Young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an advanced country of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly sweet scent of radioactive decay when I enter the mortuary that day. It took me quite a patch to part to relish her unique redolence. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still await anything like the sporty and sexy looking young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to lifespan up the sail slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a repel sight. The first matter that was exposed was her base, still wearing black slippers. Then her retentive and sexy legs were exposed. Their peach was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of green and marbling had caused darkness lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her dismal shorts was stained with non-white blood-red bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her abdominal cavity. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was bigger than any of the pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her Negro underground top was stretched almost to tearing power point, trying to throw in her bloated torso and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, right look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a immense ugly black discoloured contusion starkly visible against the wan cat valium of her hide. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final fanfare, I pulled off the piece of paper and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her cheek. To my ease and instant rousing, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her articulatio humeri length hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and bloody liquidness was dripping out of her nose and gaping oral fissure. But the wholly image of this rotting smasher projected a horse sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some quilt and aegis that is unfortunately too recent for her.

Despite my pulsing to just make and hug her and fill her with my sexual love 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 rupture with the slightest pressure. With a pinch of rue, I proceeded with the embalming physical process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting thermionic tube top. I could not hold her consistence up to unclothe it off her as it might cause her belly to split. So I used a brace of scissors to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive chest came into broad persuasion. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as relic. What was brighten was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in spot. And a Brobdingnagian bit of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her umbilicus. It went into her soft rotting material body easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some sinister liquid state being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the ticker. 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 restitute her to her original slenderize state unfortunately. I then pumped her eubstance full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At to the lowest degree she will utmost for a while more now as I began to wash away her uncontaminating with a hose.

Next, I had to extend up her skin with a compact stratum of skin coloured powder. Especially hard was the marbling score and the heavy bruise on her neck opening. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The sole matter that looked out of place was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiac frock as her stomach was too bloated and the eternal sleep of her body was also a bit puffy with decomposition. She would need some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a livid sleeveless maternity dress and a forgetful blue devil dame. Arriving back at the morgue, 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 yoke of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and dame I bought. I tied her tomentum up into a open ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really near. After I fixed her features and applied some initiation, lipstick, eye shadow and blusher on her typeface, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and fraught cleaning lady sleeping peacefully. And the generous quantity of aroma I sprayed on her cross her rotting smelling and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer concur back my rising lust and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her pantie. I fingered her for a patch. Then I entered her diffuse, wet, decomposing vagina and driving force against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her sea wolf, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and contain my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her trunk. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the spell being careful not to press on her dead body too punishing. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened rima oris and moved her head with my hired hand until I ejaculated a huge load of semen, some of which spurted out from her nozzle. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the strong part. Cleaning off my ghost and buying another set of identical wearing apparel for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a undertaker must front beyond the physical condition of a rotting corpse and see each torso as being up to of titillating decomposition .