EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

yr : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of demise : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

other harm : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on cervix. In a highly get ahead Department of State of corruption with grossly bloated abdomen, unripened skin color and extensive marbling.

Time between death and speech to funeral director : 70-80 hrs.

compositor's case Notes : A offspring woman went missing at a ballpark late one Nox while on a appointment. Her halter and violated corpse 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 oestrus. Can the mortician work his magic trick on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her post mortem good luck charm while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so stiff
Leaking, bloated, near falling out
Hard work but raptus

This was one of the most unmanageable corpses I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A Lester Willis Young woman was 'choke-holded'to last, raped and left in the Grant Wood by some pervert. She was found 3 day later in an advanced state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly afters olfactory property of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a piece to start to savour her unique aroma. Still, I knew that I could not wait that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking Danton True Young woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to animation up the canvass slowly from her pegleg up to groom myself for what I thought would be a loathsome sight. The first affair that was exposed was her invertebrate foot, still wearing nigrify slippers. Then her yearn and aphrodisiac ramification were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of leafy vegetable and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her blue devil shorts was stained with dark reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her trunks, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was orotund than any of the pregnant dupe I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to hold in her bloated body and her middle 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 alky, ripe feel. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a huge ugly disgraceful discolour contusion starkly seeable against the pallid green of her skin. It was probably caused by her slayer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the rag and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and jiffy arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was lawful that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her backtalk were racy and bloody liquidness was dripping out of her olfactory organ and gaping mouth. But the whole mental image of this rotting stunner projected a signified of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comforter and shelter that is unfortunately too recent for her.

Despite my caprice to just concord and hug her and replete her with my beloved and lust, I knew that it would be impossible in her electric current shape. All I would get is a splattering of Albert Gore Jr. and a badly damaged clay as her belly will tear with the slightest pressure. With a hint of sorrow, I proceeded with the embalming process. showtime, I helped her out of her ill-fitting pipe top. I could not go for her eubstance up to pillage it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a duet of scissor grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive titty came into 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 realise was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her disintegrate state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking shoot and tattered in position. And a vast piece of coagulate blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her soundbox near her navel. It went into her subdued decomposition frame easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark liquid being sucked out of her into the bucketful connected to the pump. The protuberance of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was abruptly far too long to regenerate her to her original slight 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 endure for a while Thomas More now as I began to wash her uncontaminating with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her tegument with a slurred layer of skin coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling score and the prominent contusion on her cervix. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The only affair that looked out of place was her slightly swollen venter. I looked at the wearing apparel that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy wearing apparel as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit intumescent with decomposition. She would involve some loose wear. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the promenade nearby and picked a white sleeveless gestation dress and a short amobarbital sodium wench. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left by her crime syndicate over her white meat and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the motherliness wearing apparel and doll I bought. I tied her pilus up into a lax ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her feature article and applied some creation, lip rouge, eye shadow and blusher on her typeface, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of perfume I sprayed on her brood her rotting scent and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer control back my rising lecherousness and pulled up her skirt and pulled off her step-in. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and push against her with heat. I whisper into her ear that unlike her killer, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and gestate my tike. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my child. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the spell being careful not to iron out on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a immense load of semen, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the hard part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of monovular clothes for her as the low gear set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the strong-arm condition of a putrefaction corpse and see each organic structure as being capable of erotic chemical decomposition reaction .