EROTIC disintegration

Year : 2003
gens : W.Y
Age : 21
effort of Death : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

Other trauma : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly advanced province of rotting with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and extensive marbling.

prison term between dying and manner of speaking to funeral undertaker : 70-80 hrs.

character Notes : A young woman went missing at a park late one dark while on a escort. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 Day. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the mortician work his conjuring trick on this rotting beauty ? And can he refuse her Post mortem appealingness while he is doing that ?



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

This was one of the most difficult army corps I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded'to expiry, raped and left in the wood by some degenerate. She was found 3 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later in an advanced commonwealth of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her unwell sweet aroma of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to start to revel her alone scent. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking Danton True Young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the tabloid slowly from her peg up to ready myself for what I thought would be a disgusting sight. The first of all matter that was exposed was her animal foot, still wearing black slippers. Then her long and aphrodisiacal legs were exposed. Their looker was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her peel had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shadiness of green and marbling had caused colored bank line streaking all over consistence. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue boxers was stained with dark reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her boxers, I saw the beginning of her stomach. 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 Joseph Black vacuum tube top was stretched almost to tearing breaker point, trying to hold in her bloated torso and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower division of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the thermionic tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, mature look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a vast ugly black discolor bruise starkly visible against the pale super acid of her peel. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a concluding fanfare, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her boldness. To my stand-in and crying arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her rim were aristocratical and all-fired liquid state was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the solid image of this rotting beauty projected a mother wit of helplessness and exposure, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my neural impulse to just hold and hug her and make full her with my erotic love and lust, I knew that it would be out of the question in her electric current condition. All I would get is a splattering of Albert Gore Jr. and a badly damaged clay as her belly will snap with the slightest insistency. With a tinge of rue, I proceeded with the embalming cognitive operation. starting time, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not hold her body up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to split. So I used a pair of scissors hold to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her light-green but very attractive breasts came into full survey. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her grampus had taken them as souvenir. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her break down state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking lacerated and tattered in lieu. And a vast part of coagulated blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her consistency near her bellybutton. It went into her soft putrefaction flesh easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark 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 slenderize, even though some bloating remained. She was bushed far too long to restore her to her original thin province unfortunately. I then pumped her body full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will finale for a while more now as I began to wash her sportsmanlike with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her peel with a loggerheaded layer of skin coloured powder. Especially hard was the marbling scratch and the tumid bruise on her neck opening. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The solely affair that looked out of place was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the apparel that her house 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 tumescent with decay. She would need some slack clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the shopping center nearby and picked a Edward White sleeveless pregnancy wearing apparel and a short blue bird. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless shameful bra left by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duo 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 expert. After I fixed her features and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye shadower and Amanita rubescens on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant fair sex sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of perfume I sprayed on her covered her rotting feel and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer confine back my rising lecherousness and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her scanty. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and jabbing against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her orca, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and accept my baby. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my shaver. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her torso. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being measured not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my phallus into her reopened oral fissure and moved her top dog with my helping hand until I ejaculated a immense encumbrance of come, some of which spurted out from her nozzle. Only then was my lustfulness satisfied.

After that came the intemperately part. Cleaning off my shadow and buying another set of identical apparel for her as the kickoff set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a mortician must reckon beyond the strong-arm consideration of a rot remains and see each trunk as being able of erotic rotting .