EROTIC decomposition

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of Death : suffocation due to sustained chokehold.

other Injuries : Torn vagina. Large color bruise on neck. In a highly get along res publica of corruption with grossly bloated abdomen, putting surface skin colour and panoptic marbling.

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

typeface Notes : A unseasoned woman went missing at a common late one night while on a engagement. Her strangulate and violated clay was found after 3 twenty-four hour period. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heating system. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he fend her post mortem charms while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so strong
Leaking, bloated, near rupture
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to bushel but not the least appealing by far. A young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the woods 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 sickly sweet-smelling olfactory property of decay when I enter the mortuary that day. It took me quite a while to start to enjoy her unique redolence. Still, I knew that I could not gestate that she could still expect anything like the sporty and sexy looking Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to biography up the bed sheet slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a wicked sight. The initiatory thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slipper. Then her tenacious and aphrodisiacal stage were exposed. Their beauty 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 dark pipeline streaking all over torso. Past her shapely thigh, I can see that her drab shorts was stained with dark red bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her short circuit, I saw the first of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was with child than any of the pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing peak, trying to hold in her bloated body and her diaphragm was bared sexily as the lower part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, good looking. Then her neck opening was exposed. There was a huge ugly ignominious discoloured bruise starkly visible against the pale special K of her skin. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a terminal flourish, I pulled off the bed sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her font. To my relief and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder joint length hair is dishevelled, her lips were Amytal and damn liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the completely image of this rotting beauty projected a gumption of weakness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and protective covering that is unfortunately too tardily for her.

Despite my impulse to just hold and hug her and sate her with my passion and luxuria, I knew that it would be insufferable in her current condition. All I would get is a splattering of Al Gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will snap with the fragile insistency. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming appendage. beginning, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not throw her trunk up to reave it off her as it might make 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 boob came into to the full view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as souvenir. What was exonerate was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her rot Department of State, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking lacerate and tattered in position. And a Brobdingnagian piece of curdled blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her soundbox near her navel. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some glowering liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The excrescence of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slender, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original melt off state unfortunately. I then pumped her eubstance full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At least she will live on for a patch to a greater extent now as I began to wash her sporty with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her hide with a thick bed of skin coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the tumid bruise on her neck. I managed to cover up them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The only thing that looked out of place was her slightly well up abdominal cavity. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her paunch was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit gusty with decay. She would need some open wearable. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a short-change blue wench. Arriving back at the mortuary, I slipped the strapless black bra leftfield by her family over her breasts and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the motherhood dress and skirt I bought. I tied her hair's-breadth up into a informal ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her feature of speech and applied some origination, lipstick, eye trace and blusher on her face, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant charwoman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of money of fragrance I sprayed on her cross her rotting olfactory modality and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my rising lecherousness and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her flabby, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with passionateness. I whisper into her ear that unlike her slayer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and conduct my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was significant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her dead body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the patch being careful not to press on her physical structure too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a huge load of cum, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my starve satisfied.

After that came the hard portion. Cleaning off my touch and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the for the first time set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must seem beyond the physical condition of a rot corpse and see each organic structure as being up to of titillating rot .