Name : ?
Age : 21
causal agency of Death : Asphyxiation due to suffocation
Other hurt : Nil
time between death and bringing to mortician : 12 hrs
Notes : A night out at the club turned tragic for a jolly young cleaning woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death. Luckily, her perfumed body remained unscathed when she was delivered to the mortician.

All dressed to party
Crushed by people, air deprived
Your hot body, hobble

( All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past store of Mortician chapters. Please search for my old stories if you want to record about the archetype dupe. )

Over the years, I have kept many of the clothes of the beautiful women who have been through my hands to remind me of them. ( At least those that that have not been taken by the constabulary or their relatives ) I thus decided to wait for a desirable consistency, frock her up in the various clothes I have collected over the twelvemonth and try to make her look like the dead women who have by now been dead and buried for years.

I got my fortune when a Lester Willis Young womanhood who was out partying one night got caught in a stampede at the disco because of a traitorously fire alarm and was suffocated to last. Her body was totally undamaged besides a bluish hint on her case and lips. I also noticed that someone had tried to postulate off her clothes as her spaghetti strap was off one of her shoulders, revealing a sexy garden pink bra covering her shapely breasts. I stripped off her clothes, leaving her clad in her bra and undies. She was slim and fit looking and it was a real ruth she dies so Cy Young. At to the lowest degree she will do me well in demise. I will dress her up in 7 dissimilar set of dress left by former patient as a tribute to my darling ma'am. Before that of form, I had great pleasure having sex with her hot and supine body, the smell of scent still fresh on her cooling consistence. She was a Virgo the Virgin and her hymen ruptured with my initial thrust, with her origin flowing out between her legs. She gave me a very soundly blow job as well, without any gagging as she obediently swallowed all my cum. When I was done, I wiped her clean and prepared to get started on my little fancy dress party.

commencement, I decided to dress her up in the apparel of the womanhood who was strangled, raped and left dressed up in her house by the Kosmetics Killer.. She fit the clothes quite well and I help her apply a compact layer of make up so she looks just like the pilot victim. I even used cosmetics to apply her neck a hurt appearance. I gave her some vivid military post mortem oral fissure to mouth cuddling and breast compressions in a mock attempt to resuscitate her but of course it was to no avail.

Next, I put her in the summercater bra and shorts of the distaff student who drowned when her raft capsized. They smelled dank and unpleasant but looked great after I dressed her in them. They were a bit minor for her but it made her front very aphrodisiacal. I also tied up her pilus in a pony nates like the scholarly person and proceeded to French kiss her and flicked her cute knife around her mouth.

The succeeding set of clothes was the cheerleading costume worn by the lightning work stoppage victim. I could still detect a sweaty olfaction coming from the costume and it increased her allurement. When I was done, she looked so pristine yet helpless wearing that skimpy outfit. I could not defy it but to stockpile her and swing her limp consistency around for a while before pulling up the short cheerleading skirt and thrusting my penis into her, ejaculating almost instantly.

The fourth set of dress was the bikini worn by the tsunami dupe. I have not washed them since 9 old age ago and they smelled really bad but then so had the tsunami victim when she was first brought in so it recreated her nicely. I remembered that she was quite grossly bloated up so I decided to use my hosepipe to force water into her mouth. Soon, her belly was bloated with water supply. As I lay on her body, my weight forced out pee from her oral cavity. I kissed her and swallowed the water that she vomited into my mouth. I fell asleep after that.

The following day was a Sunday so I had the whole day to myself with her before her relatives came back to pile up her the succeeding day. She was utter for a day before she was delivered to me and I had spent one day and Night without embalming her ( her kin did not want her to be embalmed ) and I did not put her in the Deepfreeze so she has started to decompose a bit. I could sense a cold-shoulder aroma of rot coming from her sassing and body. However, this did not dissuade me from my task and instead aroused me even more. She had 3 Sir Thomas More readiness of clothes to go through before I start dressing her up in her own burial clothes.

Next up, I decided to snip her up in the wearing apparel left by another drowning dupe since she already had a distended belly. I took out the clothes of the adult female who was knocked unconscious mind, raped and left to swim at the beach. Her dress too reek of sea water as I pull them over the cleaning woman. They fit her snugly. Her belly did not look bloated enough as I have forced out too practically H2O the old night so I forced more water into her mouthpiece I think I overdid it as she looked significant but extremely attractive, given my liking for pregnant corpses. I hugged her soundbox close and stroke her swollen belly anyway as I entered her and filled her with my lecherousness, forcing out water from her rima oris and nuzzle as I did so.

The 6th costume was the one worn by the woman who was raped and drowned in her bathroom, and then had her physical structure made up and dressed and placed on her bed for her boyfriend to discover. I dressed her up in the Negro top and Brown skirt worn by the victim and applied a lot of shuffling up onto her face. She got a lush and ripe look when I am done, with her piddle bloated belly and over made up but still attractive font.

The final examination clothes I planned for my dead beauty was the one by the depregnanted dame. When I received her body back then, her foetus had already been removed. I wanted to see how she would have looked pregnant so I clothed her in the maternity dress and still blood stained pant worn by the master copy victim. I then pumped Sir Thomas More water into her belly to make her look heavily pregnant. Finally, I gave her a 'bruise'on her neck with cosmetics. She looked lovely indeed. I lifted her body up and licked her pretty, sleeping human face. Then I had sex with her hot corpse again, enjoying the svelte odour of decay and her slightly greenish complexion. Remembering how I drank the Milk River of the archetype victim, I sucked on her beautifully perky breasts which were, of line, milkless but still enjoyable.

Finally, I am done. I stripped her off all her clothes and gave her a trade good washout, making for certain I left no trace of myself on any role of her organic structure. I also forced out the water that is still swelling up her venter. I then dressed her up in the white tankful top and dungaree that her family wanted her to be buried in. She looked tire out and tired ( I felt the Same too after the pleasure we had ) and her belly was slightly bloated with gas from decomposition. She had also turned slightly greenish. After a few more hours, I had restored her slenderize look and made her flavour animated and pretty once more. She looked so pretty I entered her once more, leaving a piece of me inside her forever. She may have died a virgin but she would be buried pregnant with my spermatozoon .