EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
reason of last : asphyxiation due to keep up chokehold.

former hurt : Torn vagina. Large discolour bruise on neck. In a highly gain Department of State of degeneracy with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin colour and extensive marbling.

Time between demise and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

sheath Notes : A young charwoman went missing at a common late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a sure way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her Wiley Post mortem appealingness while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so strong
Leaking, bloated, near breach
Hard study but ecstasy

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young charwoman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woodwind by some deviate. She was found 3 days later in an advanced nation of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly sweet scent of decay when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a while to begin to enjoy her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the tabloid slowly from her peg up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a wicked flock. The first thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing melanize skidder. Then her farseeing and sexy peg were exposed. Their smasher was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, tincture of green and marbling had caused blue lines streaking all over trunk. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her naughty shorts was stained with dark reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shortstop, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was prominent than any of the pregnant dupe I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to harbor in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower percentage of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing alky, advanced look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a huge ugly Joseph Black colour bruise starkly seeable against the pallid green of her peel. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final brandish, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and instant foreplay, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was genuine that her articulatio humeri length hair is dishevelled, her sass were blue and fucking liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the completely image of this rotting beauty projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my pulsing to just hold in and hug her and fill her with my making love and lust, I knew that it would be unsufferable in her stream condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged remains as her belly will tear with the slim press. With a soupcon of ruefulness, I proceeded with the embalming process. beginning, I helped her out of her ill-fitting subway top. I could not restrain her dead body up to clean it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a twosome 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 view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her sea wolf 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 torn and tattered in places. And a huge small-arm of solidified blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her torso near her navel. It went into her piano rot 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 thin, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to reconstruct her to her original slenderize body politic unfortunately. I then pumped her torso full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will last for a piece more now as I began to wash off her fairly with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her pelt with a thick layer of skin coloured powder. Especially hard was the marbling crisscross and the boastfully bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The lone thing that looked out of shoes was her slightly swollen abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her fellowship sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy attire as her abdomen was too bloated and the residuum of her body was also a bit puffy with decay. She would need some release clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a ovalbumin sleeveless maternity dress and a short-circuit blue skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless blackened bra left wing by her family over her white meat and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a span of undies and then dressed her in the maternity clothes and wench I bought. I tied her hair up into a liberal ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her lineament and applied some foundation, lipstick, eye darkness and blusher on her case, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and meaning cleaning lady sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of aroma I sprayed on her covered her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer defy back my rising luxuria and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her pantie. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with warmth. I whisper into her ear that unlike her slayer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and bear my nipper. 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 beseech on her dead body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her capitulum with my helping hand until I ejaculated a Brobdingnagian load of semen, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my lecherousness satisfied.

After that came the grueling part. Cleaning off my suggestion and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the firstly set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the forcible status of a rotting corpse and see each body as being capable of titillating decomposition .