1

I was born into a prosperous family. I had a mother, two older sisters and a couple of maidservants who tended to my needs. I did not lack for anything.

It was not like that in the rest of the kingdom. There was poverty and want in many regions. But our place was secured by a stipend from Emperor Quintus. It was only later I was to learn he was my father.

There were no men in our household, and I had no brothers. When I was old enough, I asked mother why this was so. She told me my two brothers had died in infancy.

I asked why we did not live with father in the palace. She said we lived where we did at his pleasure. As long as we gave him what he desired, we would be well taken care of.

I grew up playing with my sisters Marcella and Junia. Maidservants Gaia and Sabina were never far away. Many times they joined us in our play until I became quite fond of them as well.

When I was older I learned there was another strange rule in our household. Males were not allowed in our presence. So I learned the pleasures of Sapphic love from my sisters. Sometimes mother and the maidservants taught me additional pleasures of the flesh.

One day I asked mother why we were not allowed to have men in our presence. She told me we were required to remain pure until Quintus summoned us to the palace. If he were to find out we were no longer virgins, he would have us summarily executed.

I was astonished. Did this mean my first sexual experience with a male was to take place with my very own father? When mother lowered her head and did not answer, I knew this was to be true.

The day came when my older sister Marcella was summoned to the palace with Sabina as escort. Mother was anxious until such time as she returned. When she safely came back to us several days later I could see the change in her. It was obvious she had been with a man.

Junia and I asked her what had happened at the palace with father. She said he had treated her well, and the sex was good. Then she gave us jewels father had given her to bestow upon us. But I sensed she had not revealed everything to us about her visit.

Time went by and life was good in our household. Marcella was frequently summoned back to the palace. She also began to go out to experience life and love with other men, especially when it came to sex. She was changed, but there were still times she joined with me and Junia to enjoy our bouts of Sapphic love.

It wasn’t long before Junia was finally summoned to the palace, once more with Sabina escorting her. Again mother worried, fearing father might not find favor with her and would have her executed. But she returned to us in a week’s time, having also become a woman. She also brought us more jewelry.

She shared with Marcella and I her experiences with father. Again, he had treated her well. Then she looked solemnly at me as she told me he was looking forward to my visit. But like Marcella after her return, I sensed Junia was holding something back from her trip, something she did not want to share.

Life changed for her as well. Now she was allowed to go out with any man she desired. Thus, I did not see as much of my older sisters as I had in the past.

At first I did not know what to do. Mother took it upon herself to finish teaching me about sex, preparing me for my time with father. I think she loved me most of all, and was afraid something might happen to me at the palace and that I would not return safely to her.

When I was of age I was finally summoned to the palace. Mother was anxious the day I left. Marcella and Junia were concerned, but I tried to reassure them I would be well.

I was anxious as our maidservant Gaia went with me to the palace. I did not know what to expect. Even though he was my father, I hoped I would please him sexually so I could return home safely.

As soon as we arrived I was summoned directly into his presence. Gaia was dismissed until such time as she was to take me home. I was trembling as I made my way before him.

When he saw me he approached as though in awe. He murmured, “Claudia, you are more beautiful than your sisters.” Then he took me into his bedchamber.

I was nervous as he slowly undressed me. I felt that familiar flush of arousal as he reached out and groped my breasts. Then he reached down to finger me.

I stiffened and whimpered as he met with resistance. There was blood on his fingers. Then he took me into his bed and entered me. The pain of the rupture was soon replaced by the wonderful sensation of his organ deep inside me.

He took me to heights of pleasure I had not yet known. I cried out in ecstasy as I gave myself fully to my father. At last, I understood why my sisters were so different when they had returned from the palace.

We paused long enough for the servants to bring us supper. Then we made love all through the night. I was not as ashamed as perhaps I should have been at the sexual pleasures my father bestowed upon me.

The next morning we were served breakfast in his bedchamber. It was unlike anything I had ever eaten before. I quickly became envious of palace life.

Afterwards he took me out for a ride around the city in his chariot. He was proud to show me off. He told me I was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, even more beautiful than my sisters. I was seduced by his words.

Before noon we paused in the public square. A crowd had gathered around an upraised scaffold so that all could see. Father seemed particularly excited as he bid me to bear witness.

A muscular man wearing a black hood and loincloth while carrying a large ax led a robbed male and female up onto the scaffold. Their arms were bound behind their backs, their heads lowered. I stiffened in alarm as the crowd buzzed with growing excitement.

The headsman’s loincloth could not contain his excitement as he ripped the robe off the male. He forced him to kneel naked with his neck stretched out cross the block. The victim’s cock was visibly erect from his fear of impending death.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched anxiously. Father grabbed my hand and put it upon his cock which had become erect. I obediently stroked it while gasping for breath at the sight in front of me.

The headsman lifted his ax high. Then he brought it down hard. The male’s head jumped up into the air, bounced twice and then rolled to a stop as the crowd cheered. His body rose up as blood sprayed out of his severed neck before he tumbled over onto his side.

The waiting female let out a cry of horror at witnessing her impending fate as the headsman kicked the spasming body aside. Then her robe was torn away as she was forced to kneel naked right in front of him. That’s when he lifted his loincloth and pushed his hard, thick cock between her lips.

I was astonished at such barbarism. I was also strangely aroused, especially since I had sucked on father’s erection. He was excited as he stood there next to me, and I continued pulling his hardened cock with my hand as my heart beat fast at the sight on the public scaffold.

The poor woman gagged on the headsman’s thick member. It was only a few moments before he roared his release, much to the delight of the voyeuristic crowd. The woman could not contain his seed as some of it spilled out onto her lips.

He dragged her over to the block and forced her to kneel naked as he stretched her neck across. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples hardened. Father gasped as he thrust in my hand.

The headsman raised his ax high. Then he brought it down hard. The woman’s head leaped off her body, rolling a short distance away to come to rest a few paces from that of the male. I jumped at the blow as I nearly wet myself from the perverse excitement of the moment.

The crowd cheered as the headsman lowered his axe. Then he bent forward and picked up both heads. Blood dripped out of the severed necks as his seed hung off the beheaded woman’s lips.

I saw tired expressions of horror in both faces as he showed them to everyone. Then he tossed them into the cheering, bloodthirsty crowd. I could not believe what I had just witnessed.

It was at that moment father’s cock went off in my hand. It was brought to my attention when I felt his warm cream all over my fingers. He smiled at me as took the reins to the chariot and drove us back to the palace.

When we arrived he took me straight to the bedchamber. This time the sex was rough and aggressive. I welcomed it as a way to purge the spectacle out of my mind. But I was disturbed the way the images stayed with me, images I found shamefully arousing.

2

Father kept me in the palace an additional week before I was allowed to depart. During that time he showed me five additional beheadings in the public square. Each time it aroused him greatly… and myself as well. Afterwards we always went back to the palace to quench our renewed sexual appetites.

Father gave me many jewels to take back with me. He told me I was beautiful and that he would summon me back to the palace when he so desired. I found myself looking forward to it since I had grown so fond of palace life.

When it was time to return home, Gaia came to fetch me. She looked changed somehow. But when I asked, she refused to speak of anything other than mother’s happiness at our impending return. It made me wonder if she had been subjected to the whims of one of father’s centurions.

Mother was greatly relieved at our return. She showered me with questions as to why we were delayed. I had no answer to give other than father wanting me to stay longer. When I handed her the jewels, she seemed satisfied.

I was not home for very long. Within a month’s time I was summoned back into father’s presence. This time Sabina accompanied me.

When we arrived at the palace, father immediately took me to his bedchamber. He seemed agitated about something. But my presence soothed him.

My stay was longer, and I witnessed many more public executions. Each time the blade fell and the head leapt from the block, my breath caught in my throat as I wet myself. It always seemed to excite me… and father as well.

When my return home was delayed, I asked father the reason. He told me Sabina had already been sent back with jewels for the family. But he wanted me to remain in the palace.

He looked at me before asking, “Claudia? Do you wish to return home?”

I only had to consider it a little before I gave him my answer. “No, father. My place is here with you. I wish to stay.”

I did not tell him I had grown accustomed to palace life and did not want to leave. Shamefully, our incestuous pleasures of the flesh were an added factor in my desire to remain. Besides, I looked forward to perversely witnessing the erotic beheadings that took place so frequently in the public square. And so I remained at the palace.

One day we were riding in his chariot when I saw him make the familiar turn to the public square. I eagerly asked, “Are we to witness another beheading today, father?”

“Yes, Claudia. Does watching these executions distress you?”

“No, father; they do not.” In fact I always looked forward to them. But he already knew that would be my answer. We both knew how much it affected me in such a sexual way.

This time my curiosity got the better of me. “Father, why are they beheaded?”

“Some are traitors; some have spoken out against the empire; and some have simply displeased me. Does it matter the reason?”

“No, father. Your word is law.”

“Even if I choose to have them beheaded for my pleasure… and for yours?”

I looked at him uncomfortably. But I had long ago suspected this was true. In fact, I had begun to wonder if one day he might send me to the public square on a whim. And with that idea firmly planted in the back of my head, I still preferred palace life.

“You are Emperor. Your word is law. We serve at your pleasure.” My words pleased him greatly.

I had more questions as we approached the square. “Father? What happens when they are chosen for beheading? Are they sent immediately to the public square for execution?”

“No, Claudia. First they are taken to the headsman the night before. As payment he is allowed to use their bodies for his pleasure. And as you have witnessed, he is allowed to use their mouths the day of the beheading.”

I nodded my understanding. Strangely this too excited me. If I fell out of favor, would I also be used by the headsman? It gave me strange, erotic imaginings about the matter.

Father saw my face and laughed at me. I blushed over the way he read my thoughts so visibly in my eyes. It seemed I could not hide anything from him.

When we arrived in the public square, a large crowd had gathered. We waited in our usual place until we saw the headsman approach with a female victim. This time I gasped at who it was.

I turned to look at father in astonishment. But he smiled at the proceedings with great enthusiasm. I could not believe it!

He took my hand and wrapped it around his erect member as the headsman tore the robe off my older sister Marcella. She was made to kneel as he stood in front of her with his erection. Then he forced it into her mouth.

I could not catch my breath as I stood there watching. I experienced many emotions as I watched from the chariot. One such emotion was horror. Another was shameful arousal.

It was the usual – the headsman thrusting into her mouth until he cried out his release. Part of his seed went into her mouth as the rest coated her face. Then she was dragged over to the block, much to the delight of the cheering crowd.

I stood there trembling as her neck was stretched across the block. That is when our eyes met. I have never felt so helpless in all my life… or so perversely aroused.

She never spoke or cried out as the headsman lifted his axe. Then it came down hard. I jumped even more as her head leaped away. Soon after I wet myself.

Her body instinctively rose up as so many bodies do, blood gushing out of the severed neck. Then she slowly fell over onto her side. She continued to spasm as the headsman went and picked up the severed head.

I saw the look of tired horror in her expression as the headsman’s seed dripped off her cheeks. Then he tossed it into the bloodthirsty crowd. They cheered as I felt that familiar flush of shameful pleasure as father’s cock erupted in my hand.

I was numb when we returned to the palace. I could not believe what I had just witnessed. How could this be?

I tried to rationalize my thoughts. Somehow Marcella must have displeased the emperor, although I did not know how. The only other explanation was father’s cruel desire to enjoy watching the beheading of my sister. It made me dizzy from a shameful mixture of grief and arousal.

Back at the palace our coupling in the bedchamber was frantic and aggressive. I tried to drive the images out of my mind. But I could not. I felt shame over the way my body had enjoyed witnessing my sister’s beheading.

When we were done, we lay there in the aftermath of sex. He turned to me and quietly asked, “Claudia? Do you still wish to stay with me? Or do you now desire to leave the palace and return home?”

I lowered my head in shame. Despite what I’d witnessed, I could not make myself leave such a life of ease and pleasure. I quietly answered, “I wish to stay, father. I will not leave you” And with that he kissed me deeply, now that I had committed myself fully to him.

3

The public beheadings continued. If anything, they increased in number. But the enthusiasm of the crowds never abated.

In a week’s time I witnessed Sabina’s beheading. Her body was exposed shamefully as she was forced to suck the cock of her executioner. Her head flew off when the axe came down.

The headsman picked it up and tossed it into the crowd. But I could shed no tears. All I felt was that shameful, erotic surge within me that seemed to grow more insatiable with each beheading.

There were more executions, leading me to become a more eager witness. My heart grew cold as I witnessed each one with father while stroking his member. Afterwards we always returned to the palace where we mated aggressively and unashamedly.

I was not surprised the day I witnessed Junia’s beheading. I rationalized it as some sort of crime she must have committed against the emperor, although deep down I knew better. I suspected it was simply father’s choice to have her beheaded for his pleasure.

When Gaia was next, I masturbated unashamedly at her beheading. When our eyes met, I returned her gaze with no mercy. Then she lowered her head and accepted the blade of the axe without a word. The crowd cheered when it received her severed head tossed into the air.

I thought I was immune to it all. I thought I had hardened my heart so as to be able to live with the shame. There were rumors of a palace coup as well as whispered words of a growing paranoia on the part of the emperor. But I saw him only as my father and lover.

One night I was summoned away. Father was off with his generals at a great debauchery while I had been left behind. That’s when Livia, one of my female servants, came to fetch me.

She told me someone wanted to see me, and that it was urgent. I allowed her to lead me by torch through the empty streets. Then we came to a place I recognized as where they kept the condemned for beheading.

I was snuck inside toward a barred, darkened cell. When the torch lit up the room I saw who was inside. For the first time since the hardening of my heart, I was shaken to my core when I saw it was mother.

She rushed forward to the bars and began weeping when she saw me. She told me she had feared the worse and was glad I was still alive. She could go to her death now, knowing her only remaining child was safe inside the palace walls.

“Claudia, you must never tell Quintus you saw me. He has grown more paranoid with his purges. He is destroying his family and his many mistresses to prevent them from rising up against him.”

I looked at her in surprise. The many men and women I had seen beheaded… was all this true? I looked at Livia who solemnly nodded her head.

“I never told you the truth of what happened to your brothers in childbirth, Claudia. Quintus had them taken away and executed. I had to offer him my daughters when they came of age or he would have had you destroyed at birth. Claudia, I am sorry.”

For the first time in a very long time I felt tears well up in my eyes. She took a corner of her cloak and dabbed them away through the bars. “No, Claudia. You must never show sadness. You must witness my execution the way the crowd witnesses.”

“Mother, I cannot.”

“Claudia, you must! Promise me. I willingly sacrifice my life so that you may live! Tell her this is so, Livia!” In response Livia patted me on the shoulder, quietly whispering I should do this so as not to dishonor my mother.

At that moment we heard a sound in the darkened interior. Mother gasped, “Both of you must go before you are discovered! Go, Claudia!” And with that Livia put out the torch and hustled me away. I did not even get to embrace my mother one last time.

We fumbled around in the dark until we safely made it outside. Livia discreetly escorted me back to the palace. I returned to the bedchamber to await the emperor.

He returned much later full of food and strong drink. But he was still able to perform. I gave myself fully to him. But I had to struggle to blot out the image of mother in that terrible place.

–

The next day we rode in his chariot around the city. I could tell he was especially looking forward to the coming execution. But I was filled with internal conflict.

When we arrived I saw the headsman bring a robed woman to the public square. Up the steps she came until he ripped the garment off her body. That’s when I saw mother in her nudity with her wrists tied behind her back.

She knelt and willingly sucked his cock when it was thrust into her mouth. When it erupted, some of the seed coated her lips and hung down her chin. Then her neck was stretched out across the block.

I panted for breath as I stroked father’s member under his garment. I was wet again from my arousal over witnessing yet another beheading. I was also deeply ashamed.

I took one long, last look at mother’s body, the woman who had raised me, cared for me and had assisted in my knowledge of sexual delights. But she refused to meet my gaze so as not to indict me in her crimes. Then the blade came down.

I jerked as her head flew off to the cheers of the crowd. I became shamefully damp with arousal. Her headless body rose up proudly as blood spurted out of her severed neck. Then she toppled over onto her side.

The headsman lifted her skull with his dripping seed to the roaring crowd before tossing it into their eager hands. Father had cum once again in my hand. And once more I had wet myself. But the executions were not yet ended.

A centurion quickly brought forth another robed woman. She was taken up onto the scaffold and presented to the headsman. I gasped when I saw it was Livia. Our trip to see mother had been discovered!

There was no preliminary cock-sucking. Her robe was simply torn away before she was forced to kneel over the block in her nudity. Her neck was also stretched out in preparation.

My heart beat wildly as I watched. Like mother, she did not meet my gaze as though not wanting to accuse or indict me with a look. Then the axe came down.

Her head leaped off the block as her naked body rose up. Blood spurted out of her severed neck as her head bounced a couple of paces before coming to a stop. The crowd cheered again as the headsman triumphantly lifted Livia’s head before tossing it into the roaring spectators.

Father reigned the horses into action, and we rushed back to the palace. I was certain I was to be condemned. But it no longer seemed to matter.

To my surprise we retired to the bedchamber. Our coupling was rough and explicit. I cried out in shameful orgasm as father pumped his seed deep inside me.

Afterwards we lay together in bed. Father explained mother had been caught in a coup against him and had to be beheaded. There were no apologies for his instructing to have one of my parents executed.

I waited for the news that would condemn me to death… that Livia and I had been seen sneaking over to see mother the previous night. I was not frightened. I believed it was my destiny considering all I had witnessed and enjoyed with such merciless eroticism.

Father told me, “This morning Livia was caught trying to sneak food to the prisoner. It is an offense punishable by death. I will get you another maidservant, Claudia.”

I blinked in surprise. Then he kissed me deeply. Just like that my life had been returned to me.

I felt cold inside, as though I had somehow robbed death of my deserving fate. I nodded my understanding as I replied, “It is the will of the emperor.” And with that he embraced me as he told me, “I knew I could count on my beloved daughter.”

–

The next day I helped prepare a special banquet in his honor. There was much food, drink and debauchery. Afterwards father and I retired to his bedchamber.

I gave myself fully to him, reveling in the pleasure he gave me. I climbed onto him and rode his cock until I knew he was close. Then I smiled as I reached down and produced a small dagger I had hidden within reach.

He looked up at me with amusement. He could not make himself believe what he saw. In response I brought it down hard into his neck before he could stop me… before I could even stop myself.

His cock erupted inside me as his eyes flashed his complete surprise. Then his body began to jerk and spasm as he bled out all over the two of us. It must have been unfathomable to him. After all, I was the only one trusted to come and go freely from the bedchamber.

I watched as he bled out, his member softening inside me. I felt dead inside. Then I started to cry as I grieved the loss of my family… my mother, our loving handmaidens and my dear sisters… and now my beloved father.

Then I sat there emotionless as I awaited the centurion to come in and discover us…

4

I was alone with my thoughts. There was no illumination in the cell… hardly any making its way to the bars blocking the doorway. No doubt it was meant to be a frightening experience to break the spirit of the condemned. But I was not afraid.

There was a faint smell in the air that made me melancholy. It was the smell of mother who had been here before me, and its accusation hung all around me. This was my fate for failing to save her.

As I waited, I felt yet another emotion… one of growing excitement. At last, I would now get to experience the headsman’s cock for myself as one of the condemned. I had seen it so often during a beheading that I had imagined this day long before it had arrived.

A worrisome thought troubled me. Would I be executed without getting to feel him inside me? Would that be denied me? It was a silly thought considering the greater concern of me losing my head in the public square.

At the doorway it appeared to be getting lighter. I could see a little clearer in my cell. Then he appeared in the doorway with a set of keys in one hand and a torch in the other. All he wore was his hood.

I looked down to see his cock was hardening. It sent an erotic jolt running through me. Had mother seen this very same thing that I now saw? Had he come for her in the very same way? I found myself hoping he would use and abuse me for as long as possible before his axe kissed my neck in the public square.

He came in and grabbed my wrist, roughly pulling me out of the cell. I did not resist, nor did I speak in my defense. What was there to say? I was guilty of the worst treachery.

He took me through the dark structure to a bare room with a straw floor. There was a strong smell of sex in the air. Was this where the condemned experienced their last moments of pleasure? Was this where mother had been recently?

He set the torch up in a handle in the wall. Then he approached me. He ripped the robe down off my body, exposing my nudity to his gaze.

I was embarrassed to stand aroused before him. My nipples were hard, my breasts heaving. I was moist with anticipation.

He reached out and grabbed my mounds with his hands, fondling and squeezing them. I sighed as I trembled before him. He pawed me as one might paw a horse being inspected before purchase. But I did not resist.

He took me down to the straw, still groping my flesh. I moaned as I quivered before him. I heard him murmur, “So beautiful” as he felt up every inch of me. It made me tremble with desire the way he seemed to want me.

I don’t know why I was so brazen as to reach for his cock. I took it in my hands and skillfully pulled him as I did with father during the beheadings we had witnessed together. I expected a violent response for taking the initiative, and I submissively prepared for it. But none was forthcoming.

I imagined I was on the block kneeling before him. I could not stop myself. I took him into my mouth and sucked him into full hardness as I had done so many times before with father. After all, the headsman deserved the very best from the condemned.

He climbed on top of me and penetrated me. I gasped as he filled me. “So beautiful,” he panted again as he thrust harder until I shamefully cried out my climax.

I felt it the moment he filled me with his seed. When he got soft and pulled out, I dutifully hardened him back up with my mouth. I could not get enough as I knew his axe was beckoning me. I would soon be in no position to experience any of this.

I felt shame I was receiving such pleasure from him. So I begged him to be rough with me as was my due. He put me on my hands and knees and plunged violently into me from behind. I did not deserve the pleasure I experienced.

At the very last he penetrated me anally. It was a deserving treatment, but I still cried out with pleasure. Then he was done with me.

He handed me my robe, and I put it back on. Then he took me back to my cell. He left me there to remain until he came to fetch me for my execution. All I heard from his lips were the words “so beautiful” as he locked me away in the dark.

Alone in the cell, I felt a heavy sadness over my crimes. The faint odor of mother was strongest in a corner, and I went there and shed bitter tears. I did not deserve the pleasures I had received. But at least the headsman had been well paid for his services.

It was still pitch black when the light of his torch arrived ahead of him to announce my impending beheading. He came for me and opened the cell. Then he tied my wrists behind my back.

He led me out into the sunlight, causing me to blink as my eyes tried to adjust. At that moment I felt the most sadness. The aroma of mother was now gone forever.

I heard the crowd gathering at the public square before we arrived. My heart quickened as I felt a wetness between my legs. I had wondered what this moment might be like. Now I no longer had to imagine it.

I felt a great arousal as he led me up the steps to the public scaffold. The crowd seemed even larger this time. They cheered my impending death, and I shivered with fear and excitement.

He ripped the robe off my body, and the crowd cheered even more. My breath caught in my throat as my flesh was exposed for all to see. I looked down to see his member was hard again behind the loincloth. It made me wet, and my mouth watered as I trembled from a perverse excitement.

He forced me to my knees as the crowd cried out for blood. Then he thrust his member between my lips. I hungrily sucked him down, taking my final pleasure with his member in my mouth. Besides, I would not deprive him of a worthy payment for the beheading of such a treacherous harlot.

I felt him swell in my mouth. I moaned with both fear and arousal, knowing it meant my death once I received his seed. Then he was spurting into my mouth before pulling out.

I got some in my eye and on my cheeks as the crowd cheered his release. Then I was dragged over to the block. I wet myself the moment he stretched my neck out to receive the blade.

I stared outward at all those hateful faces clamoring for my beheading. I felt an intense excitement like never before as I stiffened with anticipation. Then I felt a sharp pain through the back of my neck.

My world tumbled before I saw everything sideways. There was loud cheering. Sadly I no longer felt anything below my neck, least of all the pleasure I had previously experienced.

I was lifted up until I saw the face of the headsman. I had never noticed before until now. He had mother’s eyes.

I was turned until I was facing all those cheering people. My vision grew dim as I felt myself being flung into the air. I could no longer see, but I was able to feel hands on my cheeks as a male voice declared, “She’s mine!” A nearby female voice observed, “She’s so beautiful.” Then I was aware of nothing at all…

© 2017 (written for Hitomi Aug 29 ’17 by riwa)

4

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.”

© 2017 (Aug 12 ’17)