Victor’s Guillotine 8


After being released from my latest ride in the guillotine, I leaned against a wall to catch my breath while watching the others hover around the guillotine. When Renard started to put his clothes back on, I got the same idea and started to dress.

Bettie Farrish was now having second thoughts after originally saying she wanted to go next. “I don’t know, Clark,” she said uncertainly to her husband. “I, uh… I’m not sure.”

“I thought you wanted to take a ride, darling,” he chided her good-naturedly.

“I did… I thought.”

“Someone else can always go ahead of you,” Sybil Wylie suggested with a knowing smile. “Of course that means if you ride it later, you’ll have a better chance of the blade coming down on your head. Putting it off means more time goes on the clock while narrowing that window of randomness.”

“What about you, Kimberly?” Jeff Sampson suggested to his new girl. “Now would be the perfect time to take it for a spin while the timer is still in the early stages.”

“But the blade could still fall, right?”

“Of course it could fall. But it’s still early. The more time passes, the less time is remaining on the counter and the greater the chances the blade could take a tumble. But in the early parts of the first hour a lot of girls think they have a better chance of getting through with their heads intact.”

“Hmm. I still don’t know.”

“I don’t mind going right now,” Sybil laughed as she started to undress. “That just means if I survive, the early stages we could see a different head roll later on when someone else wants to play.”

“Neither one of you ladies have to climb on board if you don’t want to,” Renard reassured them. “But if you do want to take the guillotine for a test spin, I suggest you do it sooner rather than later. On the other hand, the more anxiety you feel, the more likely you’ll get to enjoy a more intense orgasm from the experience.”

“And you’ll want to fuck me if I ride it?” Bettie asked her husband.

“It’s quite the experience,” I told her, “Especially if you’re being fucked. You can’t help wondering if the blade might fall, and it both scares and arouses you. Being fucked in the guillotine is, well… I’d recommend it… that is, if you even want to ride the bloody thing.”

She looked at her husband who smiled at her. “Of course I’ll fuck you… that is, if you don’t mind being fucked in public with your head locked in. We all just watched Renard fuck Julie in the guillotine, right? I’d hate to deprive you of the experience of enjoying a public fuck and a possible beheading.”


I could tell her husband found the whole thing somewhat amusing. But I could also see he was sporting a bulge in his pants. “Relax, darling,” he told her. “I’m sure it won’t fall this early… probably.”

“Clark???” Everyone just laughed.

Renard smiled as he told her, “You don’t have to ride it if you don’t want to. You can wait until someone else goes ahead of you. Sybil is always eager… and Kimberly might like a turn. If you want you can wait a couple more rounds until the timer is closer to thirty—“

“All right – all right; I’ll go already!” And with that she glared at Clark as she started to undress, muttering to herself something about how some husbands can be a royal pain in the arse. Strangely Sybil kept right on taking her clothes off.

“Darling, you don’t have to ride it if you really don’t want to.”

She paused for a moment… started to put her clothes back on… paused again… and then resumed undressing. “Bloody hell!” she murmured under her breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

“I couldn’t believe I was doing it either the first time I tried it,” I told her reassuringly. “But now…”

“But now she’s addicted,” Renard finished for me with a laugh.

“I am not!”

“Wasn’t this your second time in the guillotine, Julie?”

“My third actually.” That made everyone look at me in surprise. Sybil laughed as she remarked, “Yep, she’s become addicted.”

Bettie paused to look at me for a long moment before she finished undressing. She got completely naked, exposing a neatly trimmed pussy and a modest, yet attractive set of breasts. She flushed a bright crimson as we all got a good look at her.

“Looking mighty fine, girl,” Sybil observed, showing off how she was also naked. “You’ll be good eating if the blade falls.”

Bettie gave her a dirty look. “Just kidding, love,” she chuckled with a dismissive wave. “Don’t mind me. We like to have a little fun with the newbies just to put an erotic scare into ‘em.”

“I’m scared enough as it is.”

She sat on the bench as Clark and Renard moved to assist her. She hesitantly stretched out onto her stomach and then carefully slid her neck through the path of the blade. She nervously murmured, “What the hell am I thinking?” as she brought her arms to her sides.

I think seeing the waiting wicker basket below didn’t help any, especially since it was blood-stained. Her eyes opened wide as she inhaled sharply. “Is that… R-Rita’s blood?”

“Hers and a couple others,” Renard said helpfully as he brought the lunette down.

She let out a whimper as he latched it in place. Sybil remarked how she was getting all turned on again just watching them fix her up. Bettie started to hyperventilate as she stared down into that wicker basket.

“Not to worry,” Renard reassured her as he and Clark strapped her down to the bench. “Five minutes goes by pretty fast.” Her legs were left to dangle as though she was kneeling, exposing a very nice ass.

“F-Five minutes? What??”

“That’s right,” I told her. “Once the timer starts it’s rigged to run a minimum of five minutes before it can be shut off. So you’re guaranteed a five minute ride if not longer.”

“Some girls definitely go longer,” Sybil chuckled, becoming more excited by the minute at getting to witness another guillotine rider. Her nipples were hard on those gently sagging tits of hers.

“Uh… wait a minute, Clark! Now I’m not so sure!”

“Do you really want out now that you’re already locked in, darling?” He chuckled as he began rubbing his wife’s ass, starting to get into the thrill of the moment. “Or do you want to wait until Kimberly or Sybil has had a turn? Maybe you’d like to wait until more time has expired on the clock?”

“Bloody hell, Clark! I don’t… I can’t… fuck!”

She gasped as he fingered her. “You’re wet, darling,” he murmured thoughtfully. “I’d say this is turning you on even more than you thought it would.”

“I don’t… I… oh bloody hell!”

With a nod from Clark I saw Renard start the timer. Bettie saw the numbers on the monitor start to move forward. That’s when she let out a cry of alarm. “Bloody hell, love! What did you do??”

“We can’t wait all day, darling,” he told her. “I think others want to go for a ride. So I allowed Renard to start the timer.”

“Bloody hell, Clark! I think I’ve… I’ve changed my… oh hell!”

I watched Clark pull his pants down and take out his impressive erection. He continued fingering his wife, causing her to writhe and moan as she kept on murmuring her reservations. I found myself getting aroused all over again, wondering what the odds were of the blade coming down this early and turning Clark into a widower. As for naked Sybil, she was blatantly masturbating, a blissful smile on her face.

“Darling, I… mmmm… I think I’ve changed my… ohhhhh… maybe we should… unnnggggghhh.” Then I saw him slide his dick into her.

She let out a gasp as she started to moan. The timer ticked past 12:00, but she still had three minutes to go minimum. Clark took his time thrusting in and out of her as we all watched appreciatively.

“Gawd, that’s hot!” Sybil gasped breathlessly.

“You sure you don’t want to have a go?” Jeff asked his new girlfriend.

“You’ll fuck me right here in front of everyone, Jeff??”

“That’s part of the thrill – getting fucked in public while wondering if the blade will fall.”

“I don’t… I don’t know… oh, bloody hell!”

Bettie really started to writhe and moan as her husband increased his thrusts. At 13:00 she gasped, “R-Renard, do I r-really have to ride past the f-fifteen minute mark??”

“Relax, Bettie. Nothing’s going to happen… probably.”

She gulped and winced again as her husband slapped her ass. She let out a yelp as he started fucking her harder. I could tell her eyes were glued on that timer on the monitor the entire time, watching it tick relentlessly. But I think all our eyes are on it while we’re riding the bloody thing, wondering when we’ll reach the point where we can be freed from the lunette.

“Gawd; just look at her!” Sybil gasped with delight as she touched herself. “She’s going to cum soon; I can tell!” A moment later Bettie whimpered as though confirming her friend’s words.

The timer passed 14:00, inciting Clark to start giving it to her good. He teased his frightened bride by loudly asking Jeff, “So what’s it feel like when they’re beheaded?”

“Their pussy instinctively clenches,” he told him, having experienced it firsthand with his last girlfriend Rita. “It clenches really hard as it spasms around your dick for a few moments like it will never let go.” Kimberly just looked up at him in shock as she quietly muttered, “Bloody hell!”

“Darling, you are really wet,” Clark observed as he thrust in and out. “This must be quite the turn-on.”

“I want… I think… I don’t… oh my… I can’t… the blade’s going to…”

At 14:47 she popped off like a firecracker, letting out an orgasmic cry. She stiffened before appearing to shudder as though she couldn’t catch her breath. She tightly closed her eyes until it began to pass. That’s when I saw Sybil stiffen as she fingered her cunt hard before relaxing with a smile on her face.

At around the 15:00 mark she seemed to come out of it. “Bloody hell!” she panted. “That was… ok, Clark… I think I want out.”

“You still have half a minute, Bettie,” Renard told her. “And I think Clark should get to cum too, don’t you? Julie always lets me cum before I shut it down. She wants me to enjoy it too; right, Julie?”

I blushed as he smiled at me. Then I nodded at Bettie that it was true. She just blurted out, “Fuck! Hurry it up, Clark!”

I watched as the clock passed the 15:30 mark. That meant she’d been riding it for five minutes. But her husband just kept fucking her.

“C-Clark?? D-Darling?? Bloody hell! Don’t let the damned thing take my head!” Then he roared his release as he thrust hard into her pussy.

She suddenly stiffened as she cried out again. It looked like her second orgasm was even more intense than her first. She closed her eyes and winced again as though in agony. Then Clark was slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy.

He smiled and nodded at Renard who went over and tripped the latch. The timer stopped at 16:17. Bettie let out a gasp of relief… and then promptly fainted dead away.

“I nearly came again when she passed out!” Sybil gasped as she panted heavily. Renard worked quickly to lift up the lunette before unstrapping her. Bettie wasn’t unconscious very long before Clark helped her sit upright on the bench as she started to come back around.

She looked all woozy before he gave her a big hug and a kiss. He sat on the bench with her, holding her in his arms as she shivered. “Well, darling? How was it?”

“It was… I can’t believe I…” She finally took a big breath before blurting out, “Bloody intense, darling. It was bloody intense!”

“And you’re ok now?” Renard asked her kindly.

“Yes I am… at least I think so.” Then she shook her head before holding up her hand to inspect it. “Bloody hell; I’m shaking like a leaf!”

Renard gave her all the time she needed. But she was only there a couple of minutes until she stood up on wobbly legs. Then he smiled at Kimberly.

“Would you like to give it a try? Would you like to go next? Or shall we watch Ken and Sybil go at it for a while? Sybil’s been known to take some time to enjoy the experience. So it might be several minutes later… that is, if you’re brave enough to want to have a go at it.”

Kimberly looked uncertain. “I’m not sure. It looks so… I don’t know… I think… oh bloody hell; I’ll have a turn I guess. Everyone else seems to be riding the bloody thing.” And with that she started to take her clothes off.

“That’s the spirit!” Sybil grinned with delight. “You only live once, right?”

Kimberly groaned as she rolled her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t have put it quite that way, love.” Sybil just laughed at her.

Kimberly looked amazing undressed, with large breasts and a nice little bush down below. I couldn’t help thinking there was enough meat on her bones to feed us all should something unfortunate happen to her. Then I shook that crazy thought out of my head.

I walked over to Bettie and helped her back into her clothes as she wanted to get dressed. Then I quietly asked, “So it was really intense, was it?”

“Yes, it was,” she panted, seeming to have calmed down somewhat from her experience. “I can’t believe I just did that!”

“Can you believe there are those who will ride it even after the timer has passed the one hour mark?”

She shook her head in disbelief. Then she looked at me for a long moment. She got this smile on her face as she admitted, “Yes… yes, I suppose they would, wouldn’t they… just for the orgasms.”

“That’s what I think… just for the orgasms.”

“Would you ride it past the one-hour mark for the orgasms, Julie?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” Then I blushed, unsure if I might be crazy enough to consider it.

“Ok, I think I’m ready,” Kimberly said as she sat down on the cushioned bench. Then she looked up at Jeff who had also undressed.

“You planned on this from the very beginning, didn’t you? This will be the first time we, uh…”

“The first time we actually fuck now that we’re dating? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I’ve already been giving you blowjobs,” she giggled, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it a little since it was right there handy. She was embarrassed at all the attention we were giving her, especially with everyone smiling. But she was certainly being game about it. And with Sybil being nude, I think it helped her relax a little.

She took him out of her mouth and then took a deep breath. “Ok; I’m ready.” And with that she turned and stretched out face down on the bench, sliding her head through the opening.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck as Jeff strapped her to the bench. In no time at all she was panting heavily for breath. She looked up at me and gasped, “What was your first time like?”

“I got fingered and licked by Louisa,” I told her, blushing deeply. “It was embarrassing and a little humiliating. But the orgasm I experienced was intense… maybe as strong as yours is going to be.”

“You came right in front of everyone like you did earlier… like Bettie just did?”

“Um – hmm.”

“Bloody hell!” Then she panted as though trying to get her breath back before saying, “Ok, Renard. I guess I’m ready.”

(Jan 20 ’18)

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