After being instructed by the photographer to change poses, Amber got on her knees and showed off her cleavage, her face frozen in the same smile. "I feel so strange", said Amber, "my body feels like lead. Everything takes so much effort. It's so hard to get myself to move."

 

Next the photographer told Amber to start peeling off her lingerie. "Downstairs in the basement", said the photographer, "I have barrels full of formaldehyde with the embalmed dismembered corpses of some of my models. Some were professional models while others were just bored housewives and other ordinary women looking for excitement. I would use them for the Dead Red Nudes series I sell to wealthy customers for their private collections, then put their cadavers in the barrels in the basement when I was done with them. Then finally one day Jeri Ryan came to me and claimed to have been transformed into an embalmed cadaver. When I held her breasts she was as cold as ice. To prove she was a real zombie Jeri had me chop out her breasts with a meat cleaver. After that any of my glamour and nude models who had a kinky or twisted side to their personality would disappear for a few days then come back as a zombie. I began to suspect whatever entity or intelligence was slaughtering my models then reanimating their dead bodies was watching my studio and using it to find women who could adjust to being a zombie."

"Why are you telling me this?", asked Amber, her voice a barely audible rasp, her hands shaking, her breasts quivering as her curvaceous body trembled.
"When you came in for the bikini shoot", the photographer said, "I saw right away with your face and body you'd make a fantastic Dead Red Nudes model. Getting you to come in for the second modeling session was just a ruse to find out how warped and twisted you are. Asking you all those questions about your sex life was just to bait whatever has been turning my models into zombie girls. The entity took the bait and murdered you yesterday, probably while you were sunbathing."

"What does it mean being a zombie girl?", asked Amber.
"Any kinks or perversions in your personality get amplified", the photographer said, "You also seem to be under control of the entity. If you don't want to do something it makes you do it. You're its slave. Also normal sex no longer satisfies you. You can't achieve orgasm by ordinary fucking. The only thing that makes you come is a meat cleaver being buried in your tits and ass. Soon you'll get addicted to it. You can't help yourself. You'll crave having it done to you. You make a perfect Dead Red Nudes model not only because you want it, but your body reconstructs itself after you're butchered."

"I saw the photos in the tabloid of Shelly Jamison's corpse", said Amber "is she a zombie girl?"
"Yes", said the photographer, "I made her get in the dumpster out back then posed her like she was an ordinary murder victim. After that I anonymously sent the photos to the police and the tabloid so she wouldn't try to go back to her old life." 
"So the reason you booked me for today", Amber asked, "was to see if I'd been killed and become a zombie girl?"
"If you were still a living woman we'd just shoot some conventional nudes", the photographer said, "but now that you're a zombie girl we can do a Dead Red Nudes modeling session. I can't wait to sink the meat cleaver into that juicy flesh."

The photographer could see that Amber was aroused and ready for the meat cleaver, but decided to tease her with more foreplay by showing her photos of Jeri Ryan as a Dead Red Nude.
"Oh my god!", said Amber, "she looks so hot! She's so sexy as a zombie girl. "

Amber's arousal grew more intense with each photo of Jeri Ryan she was shown. Her 36DD breasts jiggling as her voluptuous body shook with excitement. "Oh my god! Oh my god!", said Amber, "Do me! Do me! I can't stand it! Give it to me! Give it to me! Punish me! Punish me! I am such a whore. I deserve it! I have it coming to me!"

Amber's introduction to becoming a Dead Red Nudes model was having her breast brutally slashed open with a machete. "Oh my god! Oh my god!", she said, "This feels so good! This feels so good! It's so much better than normal sex! I can't stand it! More! Harder! Deeper!"

Instead of brutally chopping open her breasts as they had done with Jeri and Shelly, the photographer took their time with Amber, letting her savor the sensations of becoming a Dead Red Nudes model. After slashing off the areola and nipple of Amber's left breast with the machete, they used the carpet knife to hollow out the tip of the breast.

As the photographer hollowed out her eye socket with the carpet knife, Amber grunted and moaned in ecstasy.
When the photographer was finished carving her, they asked, "How do you like being a Dead Red Nudes model?"
"I look amazing!", said Amber, "I feel so sexy. It's so brutal and intimate. I never would've imagined the pleasure you can get from being a dead girl."
"I have customers who've been waiting for you to become a zombie", the photographer said, "We have plans for you. I'm going to keep you busy."

The day after her first Dead Red Nudes modeling session, Amber was at a sports convention signing posters of her from her bikini shoot, still able to pass herself off as a living woman. Hidden behind her chatty girl next door persona, there was no hint of the deviant personality created by the Hive's microscopic robots embedded in her brain. If Amber had still been a living woman she would've been picking which men to fuck, but as a reanimated cadaver normal sex could no longer compare to the intense orgasms she experienced the day before being mutilated.

The day following the sports convention Amber was at another convention signing autographs. The sports bros staring at Amber were too distracted by her tits to notice she wasn't breathing. Amber got a perverse thrill from tantalizing them with the facade of an alluring curvaceous woman whose body was actually an ice cold reanimated cadaver.

Amber still thought she had free will, unaware of how much she was now dominated by the mystery entity that had killed and reanimated her. She was also unaware of how much of her former self had died along with her body, turning her into a meat puppet that was a shell of the woman she had been. Behind Amber's smile was a deviant mind obsessed with the Dead Red Nudes modeling session she had booked for the next day. One of the photographer's Dead Red Nudes customers, a billionaire with a necrophiliac fetish and a thing for busty Italian women, had booked Amber into modeling at his mansion. The billionaire knew Amber was a reanimated cadaver not a living woman but lusted after her even more. The session would begin with the photographer shooting ordinary glamour nudes of Amber before the billionaire fucked her lifeless ice cold body then mutilated her for the necrophiliac photos.

When Amber arrived at the billionaire's mansion the following morning she was excited by posing for a Dead Red Nudes modeling session outside the photographer's studio and in front of a spectator. When the billionaire fucked her it would be the first conventional sex she would have since becoming a zombie girl. She brought one of the whore dresses she wore at dive bars, the kind that was easy to slip off. Amber had the feeling she would not be the first dead woman the billionaire had fucked, or the most famous.

Amber understood she was here as much for whoring as modeling, and that the billionaire expected her to entice him. As Amber leaned back against the low stone wall and let her dress slip off her shoulders, exposing her breasts as it slid to her waist, she felt like she was back in an alley behind a dive bar.
"You look like a whore in that dress", said the billionaire, "what did you do before you got converted into a corpse?"
Amber was struck by how the billionaire casually said "converted in a corpse", as if that didn't mean being murdered.
"I was a bikini model", said Amber, "but I did some whoring on the side."
"Were you famous?", the billionaire asked, implying that the life Amber knew was over.
"They put me in their ads and on some posters", said Amber, "am I the first zombie girl that you'll be doing?"
"Define doing", the billionaire said.
"Fucking or chopping", said Amber.
"I had a threesome with Jeri Ryan and Billie Eilish", the billionaire said, "Billie hasn't been converted into a corpse yet so I had to be careful with what I did to her. I dismembered and decapitated Jeri then stared into her eyes while I fucked the stump of her neck."