India Travelogue

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On the first day of my India trip
, I boarded an Air India flight at 7:00 AM, departing from Shanghai. The plane landed at New Delhi airport ten hours later.
Air India's service was, as always, terrible, but the quantity and quality of the female corpses offered on board were quite satisfactory. Previously, when prostitution involving female corpses was illegal, Air India was one of the few airlines that dared to openly offer this service. However, at that time, this service was not free; it was expensive and only available to a select few first-class passengers. After the United Nations passed a resolution legalizing prostitution involving female corpses, it became one of the few airlines to offer female corpses to passengers for their pleasure free of charge.
The female corpse assigned to me was that of a girl between fourteen and sixteen years old. The corpse, dying at such a delicate age, exuded a youthful aura that evoked pity. The corpse's dark skin displayed a rustic charm, and the bluish-white tinge within the yellowish-brown revealed a beauty in death.
Looking around, all the passengers already had a young girl's corpse in their arms, and many lustful men had already pulled down their pants and started having sex. The female passenger next to me was also impatient, passionately kissing the cold body in her arms while her hand, gripping the corpse, slipped under her skirt.
Influenced by the lewd atmosphere around me, a surge of lust welled up within me. I knew I desperately wanted to have sex with the girl in my arms!
When I held the corpse close to my chest, her head tilted back limply. I lowered my head and began licking the girl's sensual lips, kissing her, sucking on her tongue—all to savor the girl's fragrant scent
. I lowered my head and sucked on her small but firm breasts, enjoying the taste of her tanned skin. Then, I straightened her thighs, grasped my erect penis, and guided it into the girl's secret garden. The garden was already filled with lubricant, and I thrust in all the way. I began to thrust inside her, and the girl trembled with the rhythm.
Finally, I reached my limit. With a soft moan, I continued to forcefully ejaculate into the corpse's small uterus until it overflowed.
At that moment, I noticed a beautiful flight attendant glancing at me repeatedly, so I beckoned her over. I learned that she was the mother of the girl in my arms.
The flight attendant's name was Sarah, and she was thirty-six years old, an elderly flight attendant nearing retirement. The girl in my arms was named Sophie, who drowned in June of this year at the age of fourteen. Sarah also had a younger daughter, Suri, who drowned with Sophie; she was only twelve years old and now worked in first class.
Sarah told me that she had become a widow eight years ago. Although her flight attendant income prevented her from becoming homeless (Indian women have no inheritance rights, and married daughters are often rejected by their families, leaving them without work and homelessness), she was unable to support her daughters. She had no choice but to place them in brothels as "bitch dogs," earning food by cleaning clients' penises, genitals, and anuses. Even then, her life was extremely difficult; on holidays, she had to work as a "bitch dog" with her daughters to barely survive. She only escaped her dire situation after her daughters died one after another, renting their bodies to an airline.
She said she saw me because she thought I was gentle with her daughters and wanted to have sex with me. If she could conceive a daughter, she wouldn't have to worry about her future (Indian law stipulates that women with three or more daughters can receive a pension and retirement income if at least two of them are prostituted after death), and her daughter would inherit her sister's and mother's bodies (Indian women have inheritance rights to female corpses), ensuring a comfortable life. I accepted her request and had sex with her in my seat. The body of a living woman is rather dull; I ejaculated quickly and finished.
Sarah went back to her post to work, and I fell into a deep sleep holding Sophie's body. When I woke up, the plane had already landed.
After leaving the airport, I hailed a taxi, and only when I got in did I discover two female corpses, one large and one small, in the back seat. It turned out they were the driver's wife and daughter, who had died from smoke inhalation when their house caught fire a few days earlier. Today, he put them in the car for customers to rape, in order to attract repeat customers. I understood, and began to examine the two female corpses.
My daughter's breasts were small, like small bowls, but very firm, the shape unique to young girls. Her nipples were like millet grains, but bright red. They were a pair of small, delicate breasts. I reached out and kneaded one of her small breasts, which filled my hand completely. Her skin was dark, with long, slender legs and a thin waist. Her genitals were smooth and had not yet grown pubic hair. I parted her legs to examine her genitals. Her labia minora were pink, with a thin slit in the middle. She must be a virgin.
I inserted my index finger into my daughter's vagina. Her vagina was not as tight as I had imagined, probably due to the loosening after death. I decided to have sex with her first! The beautiful young girl's corpse lay there, completely naked and motionless, waiting for my manipulation.
I filled her small vagina with lubricant, making her sensitive areas incredibly slippery. I slowly knelt between my daughter's corpse's legs, aimed my thick penis at her vagina, and gently inserted it, all the way to her cervix.
I took a deep breath and began thrusting in and out of my daughter's small vagina. Her slender body moved up and down beneath me with my movements. I massaged her firm, small breasts with both hands, kissed her ears, and inhaled the scent of her hair. My penis slid in and out of her vagina, which was cool, slippery, and soft. Her breasts swayed up and down with my increasingly rapid thrusts, and her small arms swung erratically. My naked lower body slammed against her corpse's genitals, making a "smack, smack" sound! I was intoxicated by the pleasure of making love with a young girl's corpse! A young girl's vagina is so tender; no one had ever entered it before me. I reluctantly pulled my penis out of my daughter's vagina, suppressing the urge to ejaculate. I wanted even more stimulating sex! I picked up my mother's full-figured body and placed her beside my daughter's, arranging her in the same position as my daughter.
My mother's breasts were large and sagging, with dark brown nipples and areolas; the nipples were large and round. Because she had given birth, her waist was thick, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Most alluring was her genitals, where the pubic hair was thick and black, covering her entire lower body.
I was irresistibly drawn to this mature woman's naked body. Her thighs were full and rounded; if I hadn't spread them wide, her genitals would have been completely hidden between her legs.
I gently stroked my mother's thick pubic hair; the friction of the hair against my fingers felt ticklish and incredibly pleasurable! I pressed heavily against my mother's full-figured corpse, lying on her body as softly as if I were on a sofa. I pressed my penis against her protruding belly, rubbing it up and down, then opened my mouth and sucked hard on her right nipple. Her skin was smooth and felt comfortable against my body.
After playing with my mother's breasts for a while, I straightened up and parted her thick pubic hair to reveal two plump labia majora. Her labia were dark, probably from frequent use and wear. I filled her vagina with lubricant and quickly inserted my penis into her soft, plump vagina. My
mother's vagina was loose, but the feeling of thrusting inside was also very good, unlike my daughter's small vagina which tightly gripped my penis. It was a comfortable feeling for both! I pressed my hands against her two large breasts on her corpse and kneaded them clockwise, while my penis rapidly thrust in and out of her vagina. Waves of ecstatic pleasure spread throughout my body from my penis thrusting inside my mother's corpse! I could no longer hold back, and streams of semen spurted from my penis into my mother's vagina!
Lost in the pleasure of ejaculation, I lay down between the two female corpses, my right arm around my mother, my left around my daughter. An adult female corpse and a young girl's body lay on either side of me—the feeling was ecstatic!
Soon, we arrived at the hotel. I dressed, got out of the car, exchanged phone numbers with the driver, paid the fare, and went into the hotel.
This hotel is part of the world's most famous chain of erotic hotels, boasting that "anything made from a female corpse will not be made from any other material." The entire hotel's floors, wallpaper, and ceilings are made of female corpses, and all the furniture is also pieced together from them. All the female corpses in the hotel are of extremely high quality; even the cheap floorboards would be expensive elsewhere. Furthermore, they have a unique method for processing the corpses.
Most of the female corpses in this hotel were injected with a muscle-stabilizing agent while still alive. They were fixed in the desired positions using mannequins and died painfully under the influence of the drug. The resulting corpses are stronger than most wood, but their fat and skin are not hardened, and some muscles even retain sufficient elasticity, making them incredibly arousing to walk on. Moreover, to meet the needs of some guests, the corpses in some rooms are allowed to naturally rigor mortis after death.
Although the shop was filled with scenes of passion, I was utterly exhausted. I asked for a room, lay down on the voluptuous, mature corpse of a mother serving as a mattress, and covered with the corpse of her daughter as a blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

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