EROTIC rot

year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of expiry : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

early Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discolor contusion on neck opening. In a highly boost DoS of putrefaction with grossly bloated stomach, green complexion and extensive marbling.

clip between death and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

instance Notes : A untested woman went missing at a parking area late one night while on a particular date. Her strangled and violated cadaver was found after 3 Day. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a sure way ) after so long in the tropical heating plant. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her mail service mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your bouquet so strong
Leaking, bloated, near rift
Hard employment but ecstasy

This was one of the most hard cadaver I had to furbish up but not the to the lowest degree appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the Mrs. Henry Wood by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her ailing sweetened perfume of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a piece to begin to enjoy her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not ask that she could still seem anything like the sporty and sexy looking young cleaning lady in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the piece of paper slowly from her legs up to set up myself for what I thought would be a disgusting sight. The low gear affair that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slippers. Then her retentive and aphrodisiac ramification were exposed. Their sweetheart was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, subtlety of honey oil and marbling had caused gloomy lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue short circuit was stained with colored reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her short pants, I saw the outset of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was bombastic than any of the significant dupe I have seen so far. Her disgraceful subway system top was stretched almost to tearing compass point, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midsection was bared sexily as the depressed part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing souse, good look. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a immense ugly blacken discolour bruise starkly visible against the pallid green of her tegument. It was probably caused by her orca as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it shed behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my alleviation and instant stimulation, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder duration hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and blinking liquidness was dripping out of her nose and gaping lip. But the wholly image of this rotting sweetheart projected a gumption of impuissance and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my impulse to just deem and hug her and fill her with my lovemaking and lustfulness, I knew that it would be impossible in her flow consideration. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will tear with the slightest pressure. With a mite of regret, I proceeded with the embalming mental process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting pipe top. I could not book her organic structure up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to split. 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 breasts came into full position. 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 clean was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking lacerated and tattered in places. And a immense piece 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 soft rot shape easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some shadow liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The intumescence of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slender, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to reinstate her to her pilot slender state unfortunately. I then pumped her body full-of-the-moon of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will final for a spell more now as I began to wash her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to cross up her pelt with a dense layer of cutis coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the great bruise on her neck. I managed to insure them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The only matter that looked out of place was her slightly swell up 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 belly was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit gusty with decay. She would need some loose vesture. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a scant blue skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless fatal bra left field by her kinfolk over her chest 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 whisker up into a at large ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her features and applied some groundwork, lipstick, eye phantasma and Amanita rubescens on her facial expression, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and fraught woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of perfume I sprayed on her brood her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my uprising lust and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her step-in. I fingered her for a patch. Then I entered her cushy, wet, decomposing vagina and stab against her with rage. I whisper into her ear that unlike her killer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and support my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was significant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my come into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the spell being careful not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened backtalk and moved her head with my deal 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 laborious office. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of identical apparel for her as the outset set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a funeral undertaker must count beyond the forcible condition of a putrefaction corpse and see each physical structure as being capable of titillating decomposition .