EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

class : 2003
name : W.Y
Age : 21
campaign of Death : Asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

other Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discoloured bruise on neck. In a highly get ahead state of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, super acid complexion and wide marbling.

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

Case Notes : A young woman went missing at a Park late one night while on a date. Her suppressed and violated corpse was found after 3 day. She no longer looked so middling ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical passion. Can the mortician piece of work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her post mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your aroma so firm
Leaking, bloated, near severance
Hard work but exaltation

This was one of the most difficult corps I had to reconstruct but not the least appealing by far. A vernal adult female was 'choke-holded'to dying, raped and left in the woodwind by some pervert. She was found 3 sidereal day later in an come on State of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly cherubic scent of decomposition when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to start to bask her unique sweetness. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking young fair sex in the photograph I was given.

I decided to biography up the sheet slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a disgusting visual sense. The first thing that was exposed was her invertebrate foot, still wearing blacken slider. Then her long and aphrodisiacal legs were exposed. Their ravisher was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of unripened and marbling had caused sour cable streaking all over organic structure. Past her shapely thigh, I can see that her blue trunks was stained with non-white cherry bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her venter. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was orotund than any of the fraught victims I have seen so far. Her inglorious tube top was stretched almost to tearing period, trying to hold in her bloated soundbox and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower contribution of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, advanced look. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a Brobdingnagian ugly nigrify discoloured bruise starkly seeable against the pale special K of her tegument. It was probably caused by her cause of death as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the shroud and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her cheek. To my relief and second arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was admittedly that her shoulder length pilus is dishevelled, her sass were blue and flaming liquidity was dripping out of her nose and gaping sassing. But the wholly image of this rotting smasher projected a sentience of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my impulse to just hold and hug her and fill her with my love and lust, I knew that it would be insufferable in her flow condition. All I would get is a splattering of gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will snap with the slightest pressure. With a mite of rue, I proceeded with the embalming physical process. first-class honours degree, 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 burst. So I used a pair of 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 fully view. 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 pass was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed province, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking mangled and tattered in post. And a huge piece of curdled blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her physical structure near her bellybutton. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some darkness liquid state being sucked out of her into the bucketful connected to the heart. The intumescence of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slender, even though some bloating remained. She was utterly far too long to restore her to her master copy thin state unfortunately. I then pumped her body full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will last for a patch more now as I began to launder her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to overcompensate up her skin with a thick bed of skin coloured powder. Especially unmanageable was the marbling marks and the large contusion on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The sole matter that looked out of place was her slightly swollen venter. I looked at the dress that her kinsperson sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiacal garb as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her soundbox was also a bit puffy with disintegration. She would want some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the shopping mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity frock and a shortstop blue sky skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her family over her bosom and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a duo of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and wench I bought. I tied her hair up into a liberate ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really trade good. After I fixed her features and applied some foot, lip rouge, eye dark and rouge on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and significant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous sum of money of aroma I sprayed on her hide her rotting scent and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer take hold back my revolt luxuria and pulled up her annulus and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her piano, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with rage. I whisper into her ear that unlike her slayer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and assume my youngster. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was meaning with my child. Soon, I have deposited my seminal fluid into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to contract on her organic structure too punishing. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a huge payload of semen, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lecherousness satisfied.

After that came the hard component part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of identical apparel for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a funeral undertaker must look beyond the physical condition of a rotting corpse and see each body as being capable of erotic rotting .