The Corpse Club, Chapters 1-4, by jielaerde1

Author: jielaerde1
Word Count: 7808

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Night fell, darkness swallowed the last ray of light, enveloping the world in its mouth.

I parked my car in a high-end apartment in the suburbs of the city. It was a remote place, surrounded by barren mountains and
deserted. A knock sounded at the door, and a person dressed like a hellish messenger opened it. When he saw
the VIP black card on my chest, he immediately bowed humbly and gestured for me to enter.

I put on a specially made judge's mask and sat down on the soft sofa. The hall was large, and should have been spacious
and bright , but it was decorated like the eighteenth level of hell. A group of naked women were being tortured by little devils with various
strange instruments of torture using inhumane methods. The women's mouths were wide open in pain, emitting silent screams. The
scene was extremely terrifying.

This was a necrophilia club, which, simply put, was a place that used corpses for prostitution, providing
necrophilia . The club calls itself "Gateway to the Underworld," and all its staff are dressed as ghost messengers. Guests
are categorized by rank—Ghost General, Judge, and King of Hell—wearing VIP cards in white, black, and red, with red being the highest
rank .

A ghost messenger handed me a thick catalog filled with information on various female corpses,
including introductions and photos from their lives. Whether young, mature, or even underage
girls, they could be found there, catering to different tastes. Professional cadavers
provide makeup and care, preparing various beautifully dressed corpses, waiting for wealthy men with necrophilia to ravage them.

Many wealthy men have multiple wives and concubines, keeping many as concubines, some even dozens. Over
time, some tire of the living and crave the dead. This is how necrophilia clubs came about.
They are only open to a very small number of extremely wealthy and successful individuals in various regions. It's said that even the King of Hell ranks include powerful figures who control the nation
, so security is not a concern. The price for an overnight stay is extremely high, with exorbitant profits made from the sale of disposed
female corpses.

Corpse prostitution is a serious crime in any country, but in this magical land where stealing and desecrating a corpse only carries a sentence of up to three years
imprisonment , and where the law is no match for personal connections and money,
any desire can be fulfilled if you have money and power.

I went upstairs to the door of room number 320. The beautifully decorated door opened easily, revealing
only a luxurious large bed in the spacious room. Today I chose a mature woman; according to the information, she was
a famous socialite in X city, skilled in dance and possessing considerable talent. The woman in the photo was sweet-looking, with a charming smile
that was captivating. It's a pity she died young, just over thirty. Her corpse was brought
here through unknown channels, to be defiled and abused by thousands.

I gently closed the door and locked it. I believe every guest who doesn't want to be disturbed would do the same.

The woman on the bed was dressed in a long dress, her arms outstretched, her wrists bound to a specially made frame-like
sex toy. The woman was positioned in a kneeling position, her head bowed, her glossy black hair cascading down, giving her a more mature appearance
.

I brushed aside the hair obscuring her face, revealing a beautiful, pretty face. Her features were the same as in life, and she wore light
makeup, though her skin had lost its color and appeared slightly pale. The walls of the room were covered with
photos of the woman in various moments during her life, showcasing her former glory. However, this glory was now worthless, only fueling my
lust want to fuck her even more.

I came behind the beautiful corpse, lifted her long skirt that concealed her ugliness, revealing two plump, white buttocks, which were indeed
completely naked . Surprisingly, two dildos of different thicknesses were inserted into the corpse's anus and vagina, respectively.

I held the two dildos in both hands, curiously alternating and thrusting them for a moment, watching the two different colored
dildos go in and out of the woman's two holes, only making my mouth drier.

Her thighs were very white, and her pubic area had a thick tuft of black pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle that extended to
near —a typical mature woman. The information said she had been with many men, and it seems the saying that
women with thick pubic hair are inherently promiscuous is indeed true.

I took off my clothes, knelt behind her, removed the vaginal vibrator, placed my hands on her buttocks, aimed my penis at her vulva,
and thrust into her.

Her vagina was already filled with lubricant, and combined with the previous use of the vibrator, my penis slid in effortlessly
. I could feel how soft it was inside. Her vagina was slightly loose, not the kind that tightly
envelops , but the cool, rubbing sensation of her flesh against me was very pleasurable.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, grabbed her breasts and fondled them; her breasts appeared even rounder and larger because she was kneeling. My
lower body pressed against her soft, plump buttocks, and my thick, long penis pumped in and out of her mature and alluring body.

My hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts, shaping them into various forms. Though cool, they remained elastic. The ghost messengers
explained they had paid exorbitant prices to have corpse keepers in Southeast Asian countries treat the bodies with drugs,
preserving their lifelike appearance and soft bodies for guests to defile. At the time, I thought it was nonsense, but now
it seems true.

News reports mentioned a Thai monk named Luang Pu Thuat who has been dead for over 300 years, yet his body remains
intact. I marvel at the wonders of the world. Are those supernatural things like black magic and raising ghost children real
? I simply can't understand it.

But now is not the time to think about life. Because I'm riding her, my lower abdomen pressing
against her full buttocks, and my thick, long penis already inserted into her alluring vagina. I can "ride her" without even thinking
. I press against her smooth, bare back, feeling her slippery skin as I thrust
my penis, fucking her hard.

The woman was being fucked so hard she was doubled over, but her arms were tied to the frame and she couldn't fall down, so she could only helplessly let me
continue to drain her. I couldn't see her face from behind, only her disheveled hair and seemingly powerless to resist.
Another thought occurred to me: what would she feel if she knew that her body was being defiled by men even after she died?

I rode her like a wild horse, thrusting into her, fucking her, my penis pounding against her plump buttocks,
my hands kneading her fleshy breasts, occasionally reaching between her legs to touch her curly, thick...
Pubic hair, the vibrator deep inside her anus, moving with my thrusts. It felt like
two men were simultaneously fucking her vagina and anus. After

playing with the corpse's vagina for a while, I pulled the vibrator out of her anus and inserted my erect penis into
the woman 's other hole. The anus was noticeably tighter, making the thrusting difficult.

Damaging the corpse would cost extra, though I didn't care, but damaging such a beauty wasn't my
style. I added some lubricant, and once it felt smoother, I began thrusting in and out of her anus, my
naked lower body slamming against her plump buttocks, making a slapping sound. I raised my hand and
slapped her buttocks hard, like riding a white horse.

Only when I was completely exhausted did I ejaculate my hot semen into her cold anus.

There's no responsibility for fucking a corpse. After the pleasurable sensation of ejaculation subsided, I calmly
pulled , got out of bed, put on my pants, and left. The corpse remained kneeling on the bed, buttocks raised high, still in a
position ready to be violated. Only the disheveled genitals, the gaping anus, and the slowly leaking semen hinted
that this beautiful, mature female corpse had just been cruelly ravaged and raped.

Most of the corpse prostitutes in the underworld came from developed cities along the southeast coast, where the population density was enormous.
In these large cities, people were indifferent to each other; no one cared about the living, let alone corpses. The club used various methods to
smuggle the selected female corpses out of the morgue, concealing them from their families. Again, in this
magical country that only pursues money, as long as you have money and power, nothing else matters.

The northwest is vast and sparsely populated, and most ethnic minorities practice burial, theoretically making it easier to steal corpses
. However, in reality, the club had very few corpse prostitutes from the northwest. The reason was simple: transportation was difficult.

I heard from the ghost messengers that the club also hired corpse drivers from western Hunan at high prices to specifically transport these corpses back. As
a half-intellectual, I couldn't help but marvel at the mystery of the world. Although the practice of corpse-driving in western Hunan has a history of over a thousand years,
I never believed it before.
The idea of corpses moving on their own seemed utterly unbelievable. However, a performance by a corpse-driver shattered my convictions.

The performance took place in the spacious hall of the underworld. We, wearing specially made masks of judges and ghost generals, acted as
the audience . According to the rules, all guests were forbidden to show their true faces to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The hall, which should have been brightly lit, was unexpectedly dark due to the lighting. Against the backdrop were the same group of naked women,
their bodies tormented by little ghosts, enduring endless pain.

There were five beautiful corpses in total, arranged in a V-shape. We were all certain they were dead; some of
the guests were even acquaintances of them. The corpse-driver stood behind a curtain, manipulating the corpses into a dance. To the beat of the
drums , everyone's eyes widened, because the beautiful corpses actually moved! The corpses, like children learning to walk,
performed various obscene movements to the music.

The voluptuous corpses twisted their naked bodies, their flesh gleaming, gradually igniting the audience's desires. We,
with erect penises, stepped forward, turning the performance into a group sex party. All sorts of penises, long and short, thick and thin
, were thrust into the corpses' mouths, vaginas, and anuses, churning them violently. The corpses obediently opened
each of their orifices, their bodies swaying rhythmically to the music like puppets, their stiff yet elastic
bodies allowing the guests to penetrate deeper.

That experience left a deep impression on me; the real existence of supernatural forces gave me an unparalleled shock. This was also
one of only two group sex parties I personally participated in.

As for the other one… I don't know if you've heard this joke: The police arrested a Russian
woman . The interrogator asked: How many clients do you see a day? The Russian woman stammered: Six or seven, I guess? The interrogator slammed
his fist on the table and angrily asked: How many exactly? The Russian woman sneered: How many exactly? There really aren't any!

That's right, there was another group sex party with a Russian woman as the partner.

Russians are of the Caucasian race, and Russian women are typically tall and large, with deep vaginas that most
men cannot satisfy. Because of this perceived size difference, Russian women often look down on Chinese men. Many men
who want to experience the thrill of dating a Russian woman end up disappointed, having spent money but being disappointed again.

This particular Russian woman came from a small city in Western Siberia and was reportedly a locally renowned
singer . She was incredibly beautiful, with fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes—the kind of woman who is stunning at first glance.
Besides the embalming treatments, her body had been treated with special chemicals
to remove stiffness, preserving its elasticity like a living person. Even more remarkably,
five miniature heaters were implanted in her hands, feet, and torso, allowing her to regulate her body temperature for enhanced pleasure. It was a
perfect blend of the supernatural and modern science.

More than ten men were planning to have sex with her, agreeing to take turns in groups of three. Including myself, there were
two judges, belonging to the high-ranking class, plus a ghost general who won a rock-paper-scissors game, forming the first wave of the hunting
team.

Unlike the skin of yellow women, the woman's body was as white as jade, delicate and translucent. She lay
on her back on a mat covered with white sheets, stretching out her limbs, like a beautiful doll, waiting for guests to ravage her.

We shamelessly defiled her beautiful body. We positioned the woman's soft body in a straddle position,
I lay beneath her, my penis inserted straight into her vagina. The woman's pale golden hair hung limply, and her blue eyes, forcibly opened by
the makeup artist were like the purest seawater, without any impurity. She
looked at me with those expressive blue eyes, as if begging for mercy, or perhaps...

The ghost general lifted the woman's face, shoved a thick, black penis into her mouth, and rocked her
head back and forth, playing with her soft mouth as if it were a vagina. Another judge lifted the woman's dazzlingly white buttocks and
thrust his penis into her anus from behind, grabbing her hair and swaying his hips back and forth.

The woman's corpse was used as a toy for venting, violently shaken by the two men's thrusts. I lay beneath her, playing
with her soft, golden pubic hair, my penis inside her most intimate part. The woman's vagina
was warmer , like a fiery vat tightly enveloping my penis. Thanks to those two men, I
could feel the soft, tender flesh rubbing against my penis without even moving, a slippery, warm, and incredibly pleasurable sensation.

It wasn't just her body temperature that was altered; the woman's uterus had also shifted downwards, making it easy for my penis to press against
her clitoris. The glans pressed against that soft flesh, the friction creating a strangely tingling, indescribable pleasure.

After a while, the two men reached their climax, ejaculating into the corpse's mouth and anus. Immediately,
two more men came up and replaced them.

I grabbed and kneaded her swaying breasts, her porcelain-like skin glistening. My
penis moved actively, the glans feeling every change deep within her body. The soft, layered vaginal flesh pressed against my
penis, and after dozens of thrusts, I couldn't control my urge to ejaculate. The glans pressed against her cervix, and I sprayed inside
.

Immediately, someone else replaced me, and the beautiful foreign corpse was arranged in various lewd positions for
the men 's pleasure. Each time a man withdrew, semen flowed from the woman's vagina or anus, only
to be immediately blocked again by another penis. Three ugly penises thrust in and out of her snow-white body,
blaspheming her beauty.

The semen lubricated the flow, making penetration easier. The
friction between the penises and her vaginal flesh produced a lewd "squeaking" sound. Combined with the "slapping" sounds of flesh colliding and the "gurgling" sounds of
penises entering her throat, they created a beautiful symphony.

The woman's corpse was surrounded by men, tossed about like a small boat in a storm. Occasionally, a
delicate , stained with filth. I looked into her blue eyes, still beautiful, yet empty
and lifeless.

I don't know how much time passed; people left one after another, and new ones joined. When it was all over
, the woman weakly bent over, kneeling on the mat, her lower abdomen swollen, her labia and anus wide open, becoming
two huge red orifices, their ends invisible. The white liquid flowing from inside spilled onto the floor,
soaking the sheets beneath me.

On a sunny holiday, I received an unsigned message with only three words: "
New stock." So I returned to my usual spot.

Human desires have been darkened; people who have feigned kindness all day in the sunlight have torn off their masks of goodness, letting
their desires flow freely.

In my upscale apartment on the outskirts of the city, the gates of hell opened for me. The judge, second only to Yama,
has privileges compared to the ghost generals. The ghost messenger who opened the door told me that the newly reported little ghost (referring to the newly deceased corpse) was only
fifteen years old, in the second year of junior high school, the most beautiful age of her life. The cause of death was quite interesting: the little
girl 's classmate broke her toy and, fearing she would find out, mixed rat poison into cola,
poisoning the little girl to death.

I had seen this news before; it caused quite a stir at the time, so it left a deep impression. The little girl's parents wanted
the court to sentence her classmate to death, and some so-called educators used this incident to criticize the national education system and teachers' focus on
grades, etc. As for the final outcome, I was too busy with worldly affairs at the time to pay attention.

I never expected her body to be stolen here and turned into a corpse prostitute. I wonder how devastated her
family would be if they found out. Well, I, a half-intellectual, was overthinking things again.

I casually asked how the female corpse was transported, and the ghost messenger shook his head, only saying that it was
a substitution , and he didn't know the specifics. I didn't intend to get the answer from him anyway, so I nodded
and let him leave.

After the ghost messenger left, he left a sentence: "Your Honor, the newcomer is in room 207, awaiting your judgment."

This sentence almost instantly aroused me. In the illusion, I seemed to really become that judge, standing
high and dominating the world. And that young girl, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind,
trembled .

I entered room 207 and locked the door. The room was predominantly pink, with a pink wardrobe,
soft chairs , and various toys, decorated like a little girl's bedroom. Unlike room 320, which only had a large bed,
this room had a little girl in pajamas lying on it, her mouth slightly open as if she were fast asleep. Below her chest
was a painted with cute animals, and next to her against the wall lay a large pink rabbit doll.

On the cabinet in front of the bed were artistic photos of the girl. It's said that corpses of those who die from poisoning turn black. I picked up
the photo and compared it to the body. The girl's face was remarkably clean; her pretty face remained beautiful,
a slight smile playing on her lips, even more demure and adorable than in the photo. Only her slightly blackened fingers reminded me that
this girl was now a cold corpse.

I slowly took off my clothes; my penis was already rock hard.

Lifting the blanket, as expected, her lower body was completely naked for convenience, the young girl's developing body
fully revealed before my eyes. Her small breasts stood gently erect, her pubic area was hairless, and her long, slender, white legs were
beautiful and alluring. There were black spots on her toes, but they didn't affect my desire to fuck her at all.

I climbed onto her body, licking her lips. The girl's tender body was still elastic, and her lips were cool.
I hugged her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, and lubricating her mouth with saliva.

Desecrating her mouth obviously couldn't quell my lust. I spread her thighs apart. The fifteen-year-old girl
was not yet fully developed. Her white, tender mons pubis, like a steamed bun, stood high, covered with a layer of soft pubic hair
. Between the two small, tender flesh, the narrow and mysterious pink slit was exposed.

I admired it with my eyes, and my lower body was not idle either. My erect penis found the position under the girl, and with a gentle
push , it went in along the lubricant.

As soon as the glans entered, it encountered a soft barrier. Although I had played with corpses many times,
my heart was still pounding excitedly. Because I knew that this barrier, like the meaning of
room , represented two words: virginity.

I took a breath, thrusting my hips forward, my penis piercing the thin membrane, penetrating deep into the girl's body
. Her vagina weakly parted, welcoming my hot penis. The tender, cool flesh inside
gently held my shaft, as tight and comfortable as a small mouth.

I began to thrust inside her, waves of ecstasy spreading throughout my body. The thought of having sex with an
inexperienced girl excited me even more, my thick penis swelling and turning purple.

The girl's photo on the bedside table looked at me, smiling. Her tender corpse on the bed, my penis inserted between her legs.
The girl's underdeveloped body swayed with my movements.

Half an hour later, I couldn't control myself any longer. After a violent thrust, I ejaculated into her
vagina.

Reluctantly, I pulled my penis out of her body. Her pink petals parted wide, revealing a gaping, rounded entrance
in the middle , her lower body a mess.

The recovery ability of a corpse's vagina is practically zero. However, there are always people to clean up the mess, so the next
time I come to enjoy myself, the body will be clean again. Of course, that's not my job. My only job
is to enjoy their beautiful bodies to the fullest.

Compared to the Ghost Generals, the Judges, besides being able to enjoy the first time with a virgin corpse, have another right that I really
like : the right to have their own room at the Gates of Hell, where they can choose to place
their favorite female corpses as their own possessions. The club will send someone to care for the corpses every now and then,
with each Judge having a maximum of three corpses. It's somewhat similar to keeping a mistress in a gilded cage in real life. These beautiful women with gorgeous bodies
will no longer make any demands on you, nor will they resist any of your requests. You can play with them
however ; they will obediently offer their bodies for your pleasure without complaint.

Judges are extremely rare in a city, some cities don't even have any. Yama, the King of Hell, is even rarer; those
powerful figures are rarely seen in reality, let alone in the underworld. Therefore, I
'm not sure what rights Yama has.

Ghost generals have no right to enter a judge's room; they can only defile the beautiful corpses listed in the Book of Life and Death (the painting album). Ghost generals can only play with a judge's women
if that judge dies in reality or is expelled from the club.

I heard that a judge once turned his accidentally deceased daughter into a corpse prostitute, keeping her as his own possession,
and raping her every night. The world is truly full of wonders. I admit I'm a bit perverted; hearing such
things inexplicably excites me, especially recently with incestuous relationships between relatives, such as father and daughter, mother and son. I
wonder
what that old man felt when he was on top of his young daughter, thrusting his thing into her body.

Later, I heard that the judge had a sudden heart attack while performing his act and died on his daughter's body. I felt a
secret thrill. Without the judge's protection, his daughter was reduced to a lowly corpse prostitute, her name written in the Book of Life and Death,
available for anyone to play with.

Like the "newly arrived little devil," I was the first to be notified. I like to relax with sex
. For my perverted desires, a living woman's body cannot satisfy me. Anyway, it's not my
daughter, so playing with that old man's female corpse is fine.

I went to a room on the fourth floor; the old man's daughter was there. The fourth floor was reserved for the judges;
each judge had their own room with a special lock that could only be opened with their black card.
Because the old man was dead, the door had been forcibly opened and hadn't been relocked yet.

On the bed, the daughter lay naked, her fair skin exposed. Her immature body exuded a childlike innocence; her breasts were not yet
fully developed, her abdomen was flat, and a tuft of light hair grew on her mons pubis.

The corpses chosen by the necrophilia club were mostly outstanding beauties, but this girl's appearance was clearly below average,
merely ordinary. If there was any redeeming quality, it was her delicate features. The girl was frail and weak,
her brows furrowed, looking pitiful. Her past was indeed heartbreaking; to have been toyed with by her own father
for so long was truly a pity.

I grabbed the girl's legs and pulled her body to the foot of the bed, then spread them wide apart.
The slit that should have been tightly closed was now slightly open after her father's prolonged torment, revealing the alluring flesh inside
.

I pulled down my pants, my erect penis pressing against the girl's slightly parted petals, and with a sudden thrust of my hips, I entered her
body. The girl's vagina was not yet fully developed, and I easily penetrated it all the way in.

I pulled my penis out slightly, then thrust it all the way in again. There was no gentle thrusting, no tender caresses, only pure release. My thick, hard penis, aided by lubricant, pounded violently into her
underdeveloped, narrow vagina, each thrust reaching its hilt. If she were still alive, she would probably have been fucked to the point of convulsions long ago. 　　I began to thrust wildly, using all my strength. The girl let me do as I pleased, her brows furrowing even more tightly, as if trapped in a nightmare from which she could never wake. I lowered my head and said to her, "Your father is dead. He won't come back. Let your uncle take care of you." 　　Inside the girl's cool, wrinkled vagina, the flesh tightly enveloped my penis, each thrust bringing me ecstatic pleasure. After dozens of thrusts, a surge of intense pleasure rushed to my brain, my erect penis pressing against her cervix, and streams of hot semen gushed out inside her. 　　Later, I went to see the female corpse again. The initial release on the sex forum suggests that what is unattainable is more alluring. Upon learning that the female corpse was open to the public, people rushed to vent their desires on her. In less than a month , the daughter had been penetrated by dozens of penises, becoming a veritable sex toy.

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