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.