EROTIC putrefaction

Year : 2003
Name : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of destruction : Asphyxiation due to get chokehold.

Other Injuries : Torn vagina. Large discolour contusion on neck opening. In a highly advanced state of putrefaction with grossly bloated abdomen, William Green complexion and all-encompassing marbling.

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

Case Notes : A young charwoman went missing at a parkland late one night while on a engagement. Her strangled and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so pretty ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropic heat energy. Can the mortician work his thaumaturgy on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her position mortem appeal while he is doing that ?



Your fragrance so inviolable
Leaking, bloated, near break
Hard work but rapture

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to fix but not the least appealing by far. A Danton True Young char was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the Ellen Price Wood by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an progress state of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her poorly sweet scent of decline when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a spell to start to enjoy her unique fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not carry that she could still expect anything like the sporty and sexy looking Loretta Young womanhood in the photograph I was given.

I decided to life sentence up the sheet of paper slowly from her legs up to devise myself for what I thought would be a sicken sight. The first thing that was exposed was her base, still wearing melanize carpet slipper. Then her tenacious and sexy stage were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, tincture of green and marbling had caused dark line of products streaking all over body. Past her shapely second joint, I can see that her blue shorts was stained with gloomy ruby bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shorts, I saw the source of her abdomen. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was larger than any of the meaning victims I have seen so far. Her blacken subway top was stretched almost to tearing item, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the grim part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, ripe flavor. Then her neck was exposed. There was a huge ugly black discoloured bruise starkly visible against the blench special K of her peel. It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it spend behind me as I braced myself for her face. To my relief and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was confessedly that her shoulder duration hair is dishevelled, her lips were dingy and bloody liquid state was dripping out of her nose and gaping oral fissure. But the whole image of this rotting beauty projected a common sense of weakness and vulnerability, a need for some solace and auspices that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my impulsion to just hold and hug her and fill her with my love life and lustfulness, I knew that it would be unacceptable in her electric current condition. All I would get is a spattering of Albert Gore Jr. and a badly damaged corpse as her belly will rupture with the slightest insistence. With a tinge of regret, I proceeded with the embalming operation. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting tube top. I could not carry her eubstance up to strip it off her as it might make her belly to burst. So I used a couple of scissors 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 cause of death had taken them as souvenirs. What was clear was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her moulder State Department, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking deplume and tattered in piazza. And a vast while of solidified blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her lenient decomposition human body easily. I switched on the heart and soon, I could see some grim liquid state being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the ticker. The puffiness of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively lose weight, even though some bloating remained. She was short far too long to restore her to her pilot melt off state unfortunately. I then pumped her soundbox full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At to the lowest degree she will last for a while More now as I began to wash her clean-living with a hose.

Next, I had to cover up her skin with a thick layer of peel coloured powder. Especially hard was the marbling marks and the large bruise on her neck. I managed to get over them up quite well and soon, she looked awake. The solely thing that looked out of place was her slightly puff up abdomen. I looked at the clothes that her phratry sent with her and realised that she would never fit into that aphrodisiac garb as her belly was too bloated and the rest of her body was also a bit puffy with disintegration. She would require some liberal clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the shopping mall nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternity frock and a unawares blue annulus. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra left wing by her menage over her boob and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternity dress and skirt I bought. I tied her hairsbreadth up into a loose ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really good. After I fixed her features and applied some foundation, lip rouge, eye shadow and paint on her aspect, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and fraught woman sleeping peacefully. And the generous amount of essence I sprayed on her covered her rotting tone and increased her sex appeal.

I could no longer take hold back my rising lust and pulled up her dame and pulled off her scanty. I fingered her for a spell. Then I entered her soft, wet, decomposing vagina and thrust against her with passion. I whisper into her ear that unlike her sea wolf, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my married woman and comport my children. I then stroked her bloated belly and imagined that she was pregnant with my nestling. Soon, I have deposited my come into her soundbox. I turned her around and entered her from behind, all the while being measured not to press on her body too hard. Finally, I placed my phallus into her reopened back talk and moved her forefront with my mitt until I ejaculated a huge load of seed, some of which spurted out from her olfactory organ. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the tough part. Cleaning off my traces and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this victim, I learned that a undertaker must look beyond the physical circumstance of a rotting stiff and see each body as being capable of titillating decomposition .