EROTIC DECOMPOSITION

twelvemonth : 2003
epithet : W.Y
Age : 21
Cause of Death : suffocation due to sustained chokehold.

other accidental injury : Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck opening. In a highly progress state of degeneracy with grossly bloated abdomen, green complexion and extended marbling.

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

Case Notes : A Whitney Young char went missing at a park late one night while on a appointment. Her smother and violated corpse was found after 3 days. She no longer looked so somewhat ( though she's still hot in a certain way ) after so long in the tropical heat. Can the mortician work his magic on this rotting beauty ? And can he resist her berth mortem charms while he is doing that ?



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

This was one of the most difficult corpses I had to touch on but not the least appealing by far. A new adult female was 'choke-holded'to death, raped and left in the Ellen Price Wood by some pervert. She was found 3 days later in an further province of decomposition.. Even I nearly gagged when I first took in her sickly sweet odor of decay when I enter the morgue that day. It took me quite a patch to start to revel her alone fragrance. Still, I knew that I could not expect that she could still count anything like the sporty and sexy looking young woman in the exposure I was given.

I decided to lifespan up the tabloid slowly from her wooden leg up to prepare myself for what I thought would be a loathsome sight. The first thing that was exposed was her feet, still wearing black slipper. Then her long and sexy pegleg were exposed. Their beauty was marred ( or perhaps enhanced ) by the fact that her skin had turned an unpleasant, but not revolting, shade of super C and marbling had caused dark personal line of credit streaking all over dead body. Past her shapely second joint, I can see that her naughty trunks was stained with grim blood-red bloodstains and decomposing fluids. Above her shortstop, I saw the beginning of her abdominal cavity. It looked grossly bloated, being so swollen with decomposing gas that it was larger than any of the pregnant victims I have seen so far. Her calamitous tube top was stretched almost to tearing power point, trying to hold in her bloated body and her midriff was bared sexily as the glower part of her rounded belly could no longer be covered by the tube top adequately. It gave her an extremely appealing lush, advanced look. Then her neck was exposed. There was a huge ugly pitch-black discolor bruise starkly visible against the sick green of her tegument. 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 embossment and instant foreplay, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder joint duration hair is dishevelled, her lips were bluish and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the whole figure of speech of this rotting sweetheart projected a sensory faculty of impuissance and exposure, a penury for some comfort and auspices that is unfortunately too late for her.

Despite my impulse to just hold and hug her and satiate her with my honey and lecherousness, I knew that it would be impossible in her current condition. All I would get is a sputtering of gore and a badly damaged remains as her belly will rupture with the slightest air pressure. With a tinge of ruefulness, I proceeded with the embalming process. First, I helped her out of her ill-fitting thermionic vacuum tube top. I could not obtain her body up to bare it off her as it might make her belly to abound. So I used a dyad of scissors grip to cut it off her. I noted that she was not wearing any bra as her light-green but very attractive titty came into wax view. I then pulled her shorts off her. Once again, she was not wearing undies. I wonder if her killer had taken them as souvenirs. What was crystallise was the fact that she had been raped. Despite her decomposed United States Department of State, I could see that her vagina was clearly injured, looking bust and tattered in places. And a huge piece of grumose blood dropped off when I pulled off her shorts.

I then pierced the trocar into her body near her navel. It went into her soft rotting flesh easily. I switched on the pump and soon, I could see some dark liquid being sucked out of her into the bucket connected to the pump. The prominence of her belly slowly went down and soon, she looked relatively reduce, even though some bloating remained. She was dead far too long to restore her to her original thin state unfortunately. I then pumped her body full of embalming fluid which caused her belly to bloat out a bit more. At to the lowest degree she will live for a while more now as I began to wash her neat with a hose.

Next, I had to deal up her skin with a thick layer of pelt coloured gunpowder. Especially difficult was the marbling marks and the vauntingly contusion on her neck opening. I managed to get over them up quite well and soon, she looked alive. The merely thing that looked out of office was her slightly swollen-headed 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 abdomen was too bloated and the residue of her body was also a bit puffy with decay. She would involve some loose clothing. Leaving her on the slab, I went to the promenade nearby and picked a white sleeveless maternalism garb and a short wild blue yonder annulus. Arriving back at the morgue, I slipped the strapless black bra leftfield by her kin over her breast and secured it behind her back. I helped her put on a pair of undies and then dressed her in the maternity garb and skirt I bought. I tied her whisker up into a idle ponytail and clipped on the earrings that came with her. She looked really safe. After I fixed her feature film and applied some innovation, lipstick, eye darkness and paint on her side, she was simply ravishing. She looked like a pretty and pregnant womanhood 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 skirt and pulled off her panties. I fingered her for a while. Then I entered her gentle, wet, decomposing vagina and poking against her with Passion of Christ. I whisper into her ear that unlike her grampus, I truly loved her and wished that she can be my wife and bear my baby. 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 piece being careful not to agitate on her soundbox too heavy. Finally, I placed my penis into her reopened mouth and moved her headway with my hands until I ejaculated a huge lading of cum, some of which spurted out from her nozzle. Only then was my lust satisfied.

After that came the severely part. Cleaning off my ghost and buying another set of identical clothes for her as the first set was soiled beyond use. After this dupe, I learned that a mortician must look beyond the physical stipulation of a putrefaction corpse and see each body as being open of erotic vector decomposition .