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Rita’s body hitched and jerked as everyone inhaled sharply at the sight. Jeff was still thrusting in and out of her as he gasped, “You have no idea what that just did to my cock! She clamped down tight and really spasmed when the blade fell!” Then he slowly pulled out as his cum leaked out of her still quivering pussy.
Renard showed up from seemingly out of nowhere. He must have been observing things from the back of the room. He motioned for Ken who had gotten dressed to come over and help him as James tended to Dorothy who was on the floor starting to come back around after fainting.
Renard and Ken unstrapped poor Rita from the cushioned bench. They grabbed her legs and lifted them upward, angling the body as though to help the blood flow out faster. Were they actually trying to drain her body??
The crimson fluid was still pumping out from her dying heart. But the flow slowed down until it was only coming out in a trickle. After about a minute Renard asked for Ken to assist him in taking Rita’s corpse upstairs to the fire pit to get it ready to roast.
Jeff quickly pulled his pants back up as he wanted to go with them. Then he went around front, reached down into the wicker basket and grabbed Rita’s head by a handful of hair. As he followed after them I heard him holler out, “Hey, guys? I’ve got her head! What do you want me to do with her head?”
“Bring it along. We’ll put it on a pike.” That was Renard’s voice.
I got a quick glance of Rita’s face as Jeff rushed past carrying her head. She had this look of tired shock in her expression. Blood dripped out of her severed neck, leaving a trail all the way out and up the stairs.
Everybody started talking at once, commenting on what they’d just witnessed. I was a little shaken from seeing my first beheading. Dorothy seemed to be in a state of sexual euphoria. Even Sybil seemed breathless, knowing she hadn’t missed the blade by all that much.
Everyone seemed to have an opinion and wanted to share what it felt like to watch as they got dressed. After a few minutes I saw couples head for the stairs. I assumed they wanted to go up and witness the roasting process.
“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped when she finally found her voice. “I need a stiff one after watching that!” Her husband had to help her stand upright.
James looked at me and asked, “Are you all right, Julie?”
“I, uh… I don’t know.” He smiled as he suggested we all go back upstairs and get something to settle us down. I thought that was a pretty good idea.
We went back up to the wetbar where Lorraine greeted us with a smile. “I heard about Rita,” she said as she fixed us all something to drink. “The guys took her out the back way. Looks like Victor will get to use the fire pit today.”
She looked right at me as she handed me a drink. “Are you all right, honey? You look a little shaken up.”
“I’ve… I’ve never witnessed a beheading before. We all just… just sort of jumped when the blade came down. Then everyone started talking about it as though… as though it was no big deal.”
“I suppose it does take a little getting used to. I’ve witnessed a few myself. Usually I’m up here manning the wetbar unless everyone is downstairs or we have someone here to take my place.”
“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped, still appearing a little unsteady. “That’s the first time I ever saw one! I orgasmed so hard I fainted dead away!”
“Still want to keep riding it?” her husband asked with a knowing smile.
She paused for a minute to think it over. I was sure she was finally going to come to her senses. But instead she smiled at him as she kissed him deeply.
“More than ever, love! That was so bloody good! Now I don’t know what the hell to do with myself!”
Lorraine laughed as she shook her head. “I should have known. Dorothy, you’re addicted just like everyone else. One of these days it’s going to be you we’ll be eating for supper.”
“You think so?” Then she looked at her husband before murmuring, “I don’t know. That last orgasm Rita had might almost make it worth it.”
“Do you really think she had one, love?”
“She was cuming after the blade fell, darling. Didn’t you see her body jerk around? Jeff told us her pussy was really clenching.” Then she smiled coyly at him before asking, “Wouldn’t you like to feel my dying pussy around your cock?”
“Darling, you’re hopeless.”
“Maybe I am,” she chuckled as she finished the rest of her drink in one gulp.
About that time the Ryersons walked by. They both looked excited. “They just finished impaling Rita and putting her on to roast,” Esther gasped breathlessly. “Jeff helped Renard impale her from ass to neck. Victor cut off her arms and legs because he told us he’s going to cook those separate.”
“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped. Then she grabbed James to drag him outside as she told him, “Let’s go see her roasting on the spit! I want to know what I will look like if I should lose my head.”
He put his glass down on the counter as he allowed himself to be pulled away. He turned to me with a smile as he asked, “Are you coming along, Julie?”
“No, James. I think I’ll stay here a while.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to see the remnants of a naked woman roasting over an open fire just yet.”
“Suit yourself,” Dorothy said as she led her husband away.
When we were alone Lorraine asked, “I take it you’re not interested in seeing the unlucky lass roasting on a spit?”
“Not until after I’ve had another one of those,” I said as I pointed at my empty glass. She smiled and nodded as she took it away before working on another one.
About that time I saw Renard walk up to the wetbar. Lorraine saw him and asked, “Can I get something for you too, love?”
“The usual, Lorraine; thanks.”
“How did it go with Rita’s body?”
“The pole slid right in and easily went from her ass to her neck, Lorraine. Rita was very cooperative.”
He smiled wryly at his remark. Then he sobered up as he asked her, “Do you know if she’s coming, Lorraine?”
“She’s on her way, Renard. Victor called her as soon as he heard about Rita. You know Prudence.”
“Yes… yes I do.” There was a sadness in his eyes.
She put drinks down in front of the two of us. He picked his up and looked at me as he raised his glass in a toast. “To Rita… for going out in a blaze of glory and for graciously consenting to feed us all.”
“To Rita,” I replied as I lifted my glass.
“To Rita,” Lorraine added as she lifted a nearby glass she’d been drinking from and clinked it against ours.
After taking a drink I asked him, “How do you make yourself do it… the impaling I mean?”
“I helped Victor with the very first one. I guess I did such a good job that he asked me to come back and help out if there were any more beheadings. So I kept coming back.”
“Are you sure it’s not something else, Renard?” Lorraine suggested with a knowing smile.
He looked at her and nodded with a sigh as he replied, “Yes, I suppose it is partially that as well.”
“I thought so.”
“What?” I looked at them both in confusion.
“I think he’s in love with our daughter Prudence.”
“I may have a small crush on her, Lorraine.”
“Are you sure it’s not more than a small crush, Renard?”
“I was on the rebound, Lorraine. It’s a crush; nothing more.”
“Maybe you’re still rebounding, Renard. You certainly keep coming back to see her during these monthly get-together’s.”
“Victor asked me to come, Lorraine. I come because I like you both.”
“Yes, us… and our crazy daughter.” He didn’t respond to that as he took another drink.
Now I was really confused listening in on their conversation. So I asked him, “Wait a minute, Renard. You keep coming back hoping to behead their daughter??”
Lorraine laughed as she shook her head. “No, Julie; you got it all wrong. I guess we didn’t make things clear. You see, Renard’s girlfriend Madeline was the very first to lose her head in our guillotine after Victor set it up. Afterwards Renard saw our daughter and just sort of… fell in love.”
I looked at her in surprise. Then I looked sympathetically at Renard. “Your girlfriend was the first to lose her head?? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
He sighed as he told me, “She was addicted just like many of the others… like Prudence for instance?”
He eyed Lorraine knowingly who nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, Madeline was addicted, Renard. I know she was rather fond of you. But I don’t think she was over the moon about your relationship as much as you might have hoped.”
“I suspect you’re right, Lorraine. She was more in love with the guillotine. And it cost her.”
“As I recall she was quite delicious, Renard. And remember: it was her choice.”
“And afterwards you met their daughter Prudence?” I asked curiously.
“They went out a few times,” Lorraine explained. “Our daughter is more of a flirt than she is a woman desiring commitment. I think she’s more addicted to the guillotine than Madeline ever was. Victor won’t even let her come to these things unless there’s already been a beheading so she can eat some of the meat. Even then, she likes to go down and ride it for the thrill once she gets here.”
She turned sympathetically toward Renard. “You really should let her go, my dear boy. She’s an incurable flirt. Besides, her heart is in that bloody guillotine downstairs. Her father believes she would willingly risk riding it all day with a cock up her twat until she lost her head.” She sighed as she added, “I do believe one day we’ll be serving up our dear Prudence with a dash of horseradish.”
I looked at Renard in a sympathetic light. He smiled at me as he finished his drink. Then he asked me, “Would you like to go for a stroll?” I smiled in response, allowing him to take my arm as he escorted me away.
He showed me all around the residence. But once we got outside I could smell human flesh being cooked. To my surprise it didn’t smell half bad.
We talked about him and his coming to these events and his feelings for Prudence. He suspected a part of the reason he kept coming back was due to the vain hope they might get back together someday. But he admitted Lorraine was right and that somehow he had to let her go.
I smiled as I told him, “Maybe the guillotine will take care of that for you.” He told me that might solve things in the long run. Then he asked if I wanted to see Rita on the spit.
“Might as well,” I replied. By then I had settled down and was starting to get curious.
He led me to the backyard where a lot of the guests had gathered. They were socializing around this big barbecue pit where a naked body missing arms, legs and a head was spitted and rotating over an open fire. Rita’s head was on a nearby pike overlooking the scene while Victor was using a basting brush on her roasting body as one of the guys chatted with him.
What amazed me was how wonderful it smelled. It was also a surprise the way his guests were taking it so casually. We were going to eat Rita soon, but no one seemed particularly uncomfortable about it.
We saw a couple come out from the house. Several of the guests smiled and waved… “Hi Prudence.” One of the wives smiled coyly as she asked, “New boyfriend?”
“This is Kevin,” the newcomer motioned with a smile before hugging and kissing him. I glanced over to see Renard stiffen ever so slightly.
“Smells good!” she declared. Then she called out,” Hey, daddy! When do we eat?”
“You can have some of Rita in another half hour, honey. If you want something out of the pit then you’ll have to wait a little while longer.”
“Plenty of time to have some fun! C’mon, Kevin!”
“Now Prudence. We already have one body on to roast.”
“Oh daddy! Can’t I have a little fun?”
She caught sight of us standing there, so she came right over with her new beau. She smiled as she walked right up to Renard and hugged him. “Good to see you again, Renard. Who’s the new chick?”
He had just started to speak when I cut him off with a smile. “I’m Julie. We’ve been having a really nice time together. It’s a lovely gathering.” Then I slipped my arm through his as though indicating he now belonged to me.
She looked at me for a long moment like she wasn’t sure how to deal with me. Then she got this smile on her face. “Want to come down with us and watch me ride the guillotine?”
Renard hesitated long enough to indicate he might not want to go down and witness her fun. Maybe he didn’t want to watch her getting fucked while risking a beheading. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw a flash of pain in his eyes.
“We can go down if you want, darling,” I told him, clinging tighter to his arm. “It might be fun to watch her ride the guillotine.”
Prudence looked at me again as though she was a little dismayed over the way I was being so affectionate with Renard. She finally replied, “Then it’s settled! We’ll go down together. C’mon, Kevin! You’re going to love this!”
She grabbed her date’s arm and led him back toward the house. We followed close behind into the building until we walked right by the wetbar. Her mom was still there, chatting with Victoria and Louisa as we walked past.
“Hi, honey. Wait; where are you going? Don’t I get a hug?”
Prudence barely paused as she told her mother, “Hi, mom. This is Kevin. We’re heading downstairs so I can ride the guillotine.”
“Prudence, can’t you put it off long enough to mingle with our guests?”
“Mom, you know I’m not going to be satisfied until I go for a ride! It’s been two months! I’d have been here sooner, but you and daddy have this rule…”
“Prudence, we’re only trying to keep you around a little while longer. Besides, your father already has a roaster.”
“Don’t worry, mom! It’ll be fun! We’ll be right back up!”
For a minute I thought Victoria and Louisa were going to come down with us. But they looked at Renard and hesitated. They must have seen something in his expression because they stayed in their seats, telling her to go have fun.
The four of us went down and entered the room with the guillotine. That’s when Kevin looked at the bloody thing in surprise. “You told me about this, Prudence. But I never believed it until now.”
“Isn’t it great? All us bitches ride it naked while getting fucked. That way you guys will have the experience of a lifetime if our heads roll while you’re still inside us. Right, Julie?” she asked as she winked at me.
I tried to act like it was no big deal. But I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach. Instinctively I clung tighter to Renard’s arm as he smiled reassuringly at me.
Prudence walked up to the timing mechanism. She must have done something because the timer suddenly switched to 1:00:00. That’s when Renard disengaged from my arm.
He walked up and reset the timer to 0:00. “Spoilsport!” Prudence laughed. “We’ll split the difference.” Then she plugged in 30:00.
She looked right at Renard before telling Kevin, “C’mon, baby! Get undressed! I want to fuck!” Then she started taking her clothes off. I got the impression she was deliberately doing this right in front of Renard just to tease him.
They both proceeded to strip. Prudence had a nice body for a 21 year old, with full breasts, a cleanly shaved pussy and shoulder length brown hair. Kevin had a nice cock that began to harden once he saw his girlfriend getting naked.
Renard helped him strap Prudence down onto the cushioned bench, sticking her neck through the opening. She gasped as she began to pant heavily for breath. “Make it a nice, long fuck, Kevin! The longer you go, the greater the risk the blade might fall!”
Neither one seemed the least bit bashful about getting naked right in front of us. But Kevin seemed hesitant about the whole guillotine thing. “I’ll start it for you,” Renard told him as he stepped up to the latch on the lunette.
“C’mon, Kevin! Let’s get shagging! I’m so fucking horny right now!”
Kevin slid right in to her dripping snatch as she was clearly wet and ready to go. He started thrusting as Renard started the timer by latching down the lunette. “Oh FUCK!” she gasped. “I’ve been waiting for this for two whole months!”
We watched as they went at it right in front of us. Kevin seemed like he wasn’t sure about the whole thing with the guillotine. That’s when Renard leaned toward him and explained, “The sooner you cum, the sooner she gets out.”
He nodded as though understanding. Then he began to thrust a little harder. Prudence gasped, “No, Kevin! Make it last!”
He gave it to her good as he got more into it. She acted like she wanted him to slow down. I think they were at odds with each other because Kevin clearly acted like he wasn’t sure he wanted her to lose her head.
I glanced at Renard and saw that familiar flicker of pain in his eyes. It must have hurt him to see a girl he was in love with being fucked by another man. I found myself half hoping the blade would come down and sever his tie to the wicked bitch once and for all.
Prudence gasped and moaned as she watched the timer. She tried again to get Kevin to take his time. But clearly she was overly excited. And he seemed eager to get it over with.
At 33:27 he cried out as he roared his release. She let out a cry before gasping, “Too soon!” A faint smirk crossed Renard’s lips as he walked up to the guillotine.
Kevin pulled out at 34:02. From experience I knew Prudence had another minute to go. She seemed disappointed as Renard waited by the latch, popping it the moment the timer hit 35:00.
“Bloody hell!” she gasped in annoyance. “I didn’t even get to cum!”
“I guess you were too good of a fuck,” Renard suggested with an unsympathetic smile. “You made him cum too fast.”
“I want to go again!”
“Prudence, you know the rules.”
“Renard, it’s my home and I can do anything I want!”
“Your father says you only get to ride it once before the meal is served, and that’s that.”
“You’re not my father!”
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I contemplated the unthinkable. A moment later I blurted out, “You can’t ride it again just yet, Prudence. Now it’s my turn with Renard.” Right after I said it I wondered what the hell I was thinking.
Prudence and Kevin looked at me in surprise. That’s when I nervously started to undress, the butterflies welling up in my stomach. Renard looked at me in utter astonishment.
“You remember how you described it to me?” I reminded him, referring to a non-existent conversation just to get back at Prudence for him. “You remember how you told me how wonderful the orgasms are when you make the build-up nice and slow? Well darling, I think I’m ready. I want you to go right ahead and shag me in the guillotine.”
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