EROTIC decay

year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
movement of Death : suffocation due to sustained chokehold.

former Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discolour contusion on neck. In a highly pass on State of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdominal cavity, green complexion and across-the-board marbling.

meter between death and rescue to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

grammatical case Notes : A youthful char went missing at a park late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so somewhat ( though she's still hot in a sealed way ) after so long in the tropic heating. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beaut ? And can he hold out her Wiley Post mortem good luck charm while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so strong
Leaking, bloated, near falling out
Hard oeuvre but ecstasy

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to rejuvenate but not the least appealing by far. A young charwoman was 'choke-holded'to Death, raped and left in the Grant Wood by some pervert. She was found 3 years later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly sweet smell of disintegration when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a piece to start to bask her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not require that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking Danton True Young fair sex in the photograph I was given.

I decided to lifetime up the weather sheet slowly from her legs up to educate myself for what I thought would be a disgusting ken. The first affair that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slippers. Then her long and sexy legs were exposed. Their mantrap was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her cutis had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of green and marbling had caused disconsolate lines streaking all over torso. Past her shapely thigh, I can see that her puritanical trunks was stained with dark scarlet bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was turgid than any of the pregnant victims I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing percentage point, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midsection was bared sexily as the lower division of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, ripe spirit. Then her neck was exposed. There was a Brobdingnagian ugly black color contusion starkly visible against the picket putting surface of her peel. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final exam flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it swing behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my backup man and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her brim were racy and bloody liquidity was dripping out of her nose and gaping sass. But the whole image of this rotting beauty projected a sense of weakness and vulnerability, a pauperism for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my urge to just prevail and hug her and fulfil her with my love and lecherousness, I knew that it would be unsufferable in her electric 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 undertone of ruefulness, I proceeded with the embalming process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not hold her dead body up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a couplet 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 Orcinus orca had taken them as souvenir. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed province, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking tear and tattered in seat. And a huge piece of coagulated roue dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her trunk near her navel. It went into her soft rot flesh easily. I switched on the ticker and soon, I could see some obscure liquid being sucked out of her into the bucketful connected to the pump. The intumescency of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slenderize, even though some bloating remained. She was suddenly far too long to restore her to her original slender land unfortunately. I then pumped her body full moon of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will final for a while more now as I began to wash off her clean-living with a hose.

Next, I had to underwrite up her tegument with a thick stratum of skin coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alert. The only thing that looked out of place was her slightly swell venter. I looked at the apparel that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiac dress as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her trunk was also a bit tumid with decay. She would need some loose article of clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the center nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity attire and a scant blue chick. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left hand by her class over her white meat and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duad of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and skirt I bought. I tied her hair up into a liberate ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really estimable. After I fixed her features and applied some initiation, lipstick, eye shadow and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant womanhood sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of aroma I sprayed on her traverse her rotting tone and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my revolt lust and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her pantie. I fingered her for a spell. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her killer, 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 meaning with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her physical structure. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to entreat on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my member into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a huge onus of semen, some of which spurted out from her nozzle. Only then was my crave satisfied.

After that came the tough part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must await beyond the physical consideration of a rotting corpse and see each torso as being capable of erotic rotting .