Dead Love, Is Still Love
(MF, nec, exh)
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Original Author: Sombre Angel (1999).
Translation: Daria "Biatlonistka" Abrossimova (2001).
Edited: Lance (2003).
Max had always felt a strange appeal for dead people,
even since he was a child. Once at a funeral he'd had a
hard-on, only he was too small then to understand why. He
understood that only when he entered the Medical
University: the anatomical theatre immediately became is
favorite subject. But he didn't understand the reasons
until one night, when his group selected the anatomic
chamber for a small after-exam party.
After a good portion of vodka and marijuana they decided
to play cards with the traditional rule that the loser
would obey the winner. At first the demands were mere
jokes, then something more humiliating, but after a
couple of hours it became boring.
It so happened that there was a corpse of a young pretty
girl on the table in the chamber, and the guys noticed
that. When Max lost, someone had the idea that he should
have sex with the dead body. The group enthusiastically
supported the winner, inviting Max to the table.
There was nothing left to do but obey or welch on his
debt. He read the label on her foot to learn her name.
"Karen," he thought, "such a rare and beautiful name." He
glanced at her face - it was cold and even arrogant
looking, but the look of her wide-open glazed eyes
mesmerized him. He lost control; he was trembling with
desire and couldn't hold himself any longer.
Quickly undressing, not caring that other people were
watching him, he lay on the table and began caressing her
dead body, whispering quietly in her ear. Her nipples,
hard as stone, exasperated him to madness, but he decided
to go on with the "stimulation" anyway.
He climbed on top of her and entered her slowly, even
carefully, the way one enters virgins or those who one
loves. He'd had to use KY-jelly, but that didn't matter.
Such things as morality, public opinion, perversion and
the like disappeared: there was only Max and Karen. There
was love. His buddies were out of his mind completely
now.
He began to fuck her just as if she were his lover. He
didn't last long, soon his body stiffened and then jerked
several time as he emptied himself into the girl.
When he'd come down from his incredible high he noticed
that his friends were all standing around the table in
silence. He was overwhelmed with gilt, and then he began
the inner struggle. On the one hand, he feared himself
for what he had done, and on the other hand, when he
remembered her wide-open eyes, he yearned to do it all
over again.
He tried to make a joke of the whole thing and his
friends wanted to make a joke of it too. They had seen
his lust and couldn't quite understand what they'd seen
so everyone just laughed it off and went back to their
drinking and gambling. But no one suggested fucking the
dead girl again that night.
But after that experience, Max didn't care for live girls
anymore.
***
The University morgue was closed for the holidays and Max
knew that his Karen was just lying there. He sat at home
thinking worrying about what he'd done to her and at how
much he'd enjoyed it. Then finally after several days of
just laying around his apartment he finally got up and he
rushed over to the university.
How much time has passed? He calculated it as 7 days.
They could have done anything to her... Her body
decomposing? He didn't care, he wanted her again. All
kinds of thoughts rushed through his head while he
quietly wormed his way to the chamber.
He was happy to see his Karen in one of the baths with
formalin: she was still in one piece. "They didn't! They
didn't! They didn't!" He was happy as a child.
Trying to find a place for the physical act of love, Max
regretfully realized there was no room on the tables,
only the floor was available. His attention was soon
drawn to the hooks in the wall. He politely begged her
pardon, saying it had to be done, and, hanging Karen by
her wrists, he began caressing her very much decayed
body.
As he handled the young woman, large pieces of skin and
flesh stuck to his hands, but Max paid no attention to
that. The corpse couldn't bear its own weight anymore and
separated into two parts, but Max only lay the corpse
down on the floor and after squirting her with
lubrication he began to fuck her. He embraced the now
armless corpse and fucked her harder, what was left of
Karen squelched under his furiously humping body.
When Max came, he shouted with joy, "You love me! You
do!"
When the guard (who had heard the shouting) arrived, he
found quite a sight. Max fought with the man, who was
trying to subdue a now incoherent person. Max in his
struggles climbed up into the formalin bath, still
embracing a shapeless piece of meat that was once Karen
and shouted out that he loved her, he was stained with
the black blood and decaying flesh of his lover.
The guard called the police and the ambulance, and then
vomited his lunch all over the floor.
Max would not part with the dead body, he would kiss it
and laugh in a strange way. He resisted violently when
they finally took it away from him. Then finally he
calmed down and burst into tears.
***
Max didn't stay long in the sanitarium. After a year or
so he hanged himself, leaving a note, which read lots of
romantic poetry about love that's given by the Almighty,
and only He had the right to take it away. He also wrote
he was going to see his beautiful Karen.
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