EROTIC disintegration

yr : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of expiry : Asphyxiation due to corroborate chokehold.

Other wound : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly gain ground Department of State of depravity with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin colour and extensive marbling.

Time between destruction and delivery to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

compositor's case Notes : A Cy Young woman went missing at a parkland late one night while on a date. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 24-hour interval. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a sure way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the funeral undertaker work his magic on this rotting mantrap ? And can he hold out her mail service mortem appeal while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so inviolable
Leaking, bloated, near falling out
Hard workplace but rapture

This was one of the most difficult army corps I had to reinstate but not the least appealing by far. A Cy Young woman was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the forest by some pervert. She was found 3 mean solar day later in an shape up State Department of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly fresh smell of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a while to get to relish her unique sweetness. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still look anything like the sporty and sexy looking Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the sheet slowly from her legs up to train myself for what I thought would be a revolt sight. The starting time thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slippers. Then her retentive and sexy legs were exposed. Their knockout was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her tegument had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of green and marbling had caused dark lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thighs, I can see that her gentle boxershorts was stained with dark reddish bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the rootage of her belly. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was prominent than any of the pregnant victims I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing point, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the lower theatrical role of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, ripe look. Then her cervix was exposed. There was a vast ugly black-market discolor bruise starkly visible against the pale green of her skin. It was probably caused by her killer whale as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and heartbeat arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was confessedly that her berm duration hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping oral cavity. But the whole image of this rotting smasher projected a sense of helplessness and exposure, a need for some comfortableness and auspices that is unfortunately too recently for her.

Despite my pulsation to just maintain and hug her and fill her with my love and lustfulness, I knew that it would be unacceptable in her current condition. All I would get is a splash of gore and a badly damaged remains as her belly will tear with the svelte pressure. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting subway system top. I could not hold her soundbox up to disinvest it off her as it might cause her belly to abound. So I used a pair of scissors grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her greenish but very attractive breasts came into full-of-the-moon view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her sea wolf had taken them as souvenirs. What was clean was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking displume and tattered in situation. And a vast piece of coagulated roue dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her physical structure near her umbilicus. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the ticker and soon, I could see some dark liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the ticker. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively reduce, even though some bloating remained. She was abruptly far too long to restore 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 last for a while more now as I began to dampen her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to encompass up her skin with a thick layer of skin coloured powder. Especially hard was the marbling marks and the vauntingly bruise on her neck opening. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The only thing that looked out of place was her slightly vain abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that sexy dress as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit puffy with decay. She would need some relax clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity dress and a brusk blue skirt. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black-market bra left wing by her family over her tit and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a span of undies and then dressed her in the gestation attire and dame I bought. I tied her hair up into a let loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her features and applied some instauration, lipstick, eye tincture and blusher on her look, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant cleaning woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of perfume I sprayed on her covered her rotting smell and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer hold back my rising lustfulness and pulled up her doll and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. 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 brook my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my shaver. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her organic structure. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being careful not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouthpiece and moved her chief with my hands until I ejaculated a huge lode of semen, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the severe part. Cleaning off my ghost and buying another set of very clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a mortician must front beyond the physical condition of a rot corpse and see each body as being able of titillating decomposition .