EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of end : asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold.

Other wound : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck. In a highly progress country of depravity with grossly bloated abdomen, green skin colour and blanket marbling.

Time between decease and manner of speaking to mortician : 70-80 hrs.

vitrine Notes : A offspring woman went missing at a parking area late one night while on a escort. Her stifled and violated cadaver was found after 3 daylight. 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 employment his illusion on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her place mortem charms while he is doing that ?



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

This was one of the most unmanageable corpse I had to restore but not the least appealing by far. A young adult female was 'choke-holded'to end, raped and left in the woods by some deviant. She was found 3 days later in an progress state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her seedy sweet scent of decay when I enter the dead room that day. It took me quite a piece to jump to enjoy her unique redolence. Still, I knew that I could not wait that she could still reckon anything like the sporty and sexy looking Cy Young cleaning lady in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life up the piece of paper slowly from her legs up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a disgusting sight. The first thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing shameful slippers. Then her yearn and sexy stage were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her tegument had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, tint of William Green and marbling had caused grim lines streaking all over body. Past her shapely thigh, I can see that her blue shorts was stained with dark ruby bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the beginning of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was larger than any of the pregnant victim I have seen so far. Her black tube top was stretched almost to tearing point in time, trying to hold in her bloated physical structure and her midriff was bared sexily as the downhearted region 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 neck was exposed. There was a huge ugly shameful discolour contusion starkly seeable against the sick green 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 aspect. To my ease and inst arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the whole image of this rotting mantrap projected a sense of impuissance and vulnerability, a penury for some comfort and protection that is unfortunately too lately for her.

Despite my caprice to just declare and hug her and fill up her with my dearest and lust, I knew that it would be unimaginable in her current condition. All I would get is a splatter of Gore and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the slightest pressure. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming summons. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not hold her organic structure up to strip it off her as it might cause her belly to burst. So I used a yoke 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 full view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her grampus had taken them as souvenirs. What was enlighten was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her break up state, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking torn and tattered in places. And a huge bit of coagulated rakehell dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her soundbox near her navel. It went into her easy 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 heart. The swelling of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively slim, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to rejuvenate her to her master copy slim 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 spell more now as I began to dampen her clean with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her skin with a thick stratum of skin coloured powder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to cover them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The only when thing that looked out of plaza was her slightly swollen venter. I looked at the dress that her family sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiacal clothes as her paunch was too bloated and the remainder of her organic structure was also a bit puffy with decline. She would need some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the shopping centre nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity wearing apparel and a suddenly wild blue yonder annulus. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless pitch-dark bra left by her house 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 maternity frock and skirt I bought. I tied her hair up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her feature and applied some founding, lipstick, eye shadow and paint on her face, 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 guard back my insurrection luxuria and pulled up her doll and pulled off her panty. 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 orca, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and bear my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my youngster. Soon, I have deposited my semen into her body. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the spell being measured not to press on her consistence too concentrated. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her head with my hands until I ejaculated a Brobdingnagian lode of seminal fluid, some of which spurted out from her nose. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the concentrated portion. Cleaning off my shadow and buying another set of superposable clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the physical condition of a putrefaction corpse and see each organic structure as being able of erotic chemical decomposition reaction .