Victor’s Guillotine 5 4.4 (14)

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I don’t think I was nervous about being naked in front of them so much as I was nervous about getting into that damned guillotine again. And this time I’d really stepped in it! I’d all but told Renard to fuck me while I was strapped in.

I finished undressing in front of them. I was trembling a little as Prudence unhappily put her clothes back on. I got the impression I’d taken the spotlight off her by my actions.

She covered herself well by putting on a smile that seemed only partially forced. “Going to try the guillotine with Renard, eh? Let’s see if daddy’s going to end up with a second roaster before it’s all said and done.” Her words didn’t reassure me very much.

I slowly climbed onto the cushioned bench face down, staring at the opening for my neck. I slid myself forward, making sure my legs hung off the end with my ass exposed. Then I pushed my head all the way through the lunette.

I looked down and saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket below. I’d forgotten all about that, and I inhaled sharply as I started to get the shakes something fierce. It was all I could do not to slide back out and climb off the bloody thing.

While I was lying there I heard Prudence ask, “Want me to help you strap in your girlfriend, Renard?” She sounded a little indignant over the way he had apparently gotten over her by moving on with me.

“Oh, I think I’ve got it, Prudence. I can strap Julie in myself.”

“Oh no; I insist.”

I felt movement as they got on either side of me. Together they strapped me down with my arms at my sides until I could hardly move. It scared me even more knowing there was no escape for me until someone decided to let me out. I was both frightened and aroused like you wouldn’t believe.

I think Prudence cinched me down a little too tight because I felt a strap snug me down until it pinched me. I yelped and whimpered as I tried to shrug it off while those digital numbers stared me in the face reading 35:00. “Just making sure you don’t fall off, sweetie,” the bitch observed, her attitude showing through as she tugged on the straps.

I felt a swat on my ass, making me flinch. Prudence laughed as she gasped, “I bet you tap that a lot, don’t you, Renard?” I could tell she was trying to enjoy herself despite the fact I seemed to be upstaging her.

“Every chance he gets,” I responded bravely, trying to put on a good front. “Now step around here so I can see your cock, baby. I want to get you n-nice and hard for my pussy.”

I had butterflies in my stomach as I tried to calm my wildly beating heart by taking deep breaths. Renard came around until he was standing right in front of me. When he hesitated, I tried to make Prudence think I’d sucked him many times before as I gasped, “C’mon, baby. Let me t-taste that glorious dick of yours. You know how m-much I enjoy it.”

He hesitated again as though wanting to give me the opportunity to back out. When I didn’t respond, he slowly took it out. My eyes widened in surprise at how nice and thick it was as it started to grow.

He had to help me by sticking it into my mouth. I took him between my lips and started to suck. In no time at all he began to swell until he looked to be a good seven inches long. I decided right then and there Prudence was a fool for giving him up.

I grunted and moaned as I sucked on his thrusting shaft. I was fully aware what he was going to do with it next as I got him nice and hard. Once more I found myself wondering what the hell I was thinking. Then I grunted as though indicating I was ready and that he should go around behind me and fuck me.

His cock slurped out of my mouth from the suction as he pulled out. I was trembling like crazy as I gasped, “I’m really looking f-forward to this, baby. Make it a f-fuck to remember.” If anything I wanted him to do whatever it took to put that bitch in her place despite the risk I was taking.

When he stepped away I again saw that digital number on the wall monitor right in front of me. I glanced down and was reminded of my stupidity when I saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket. It really gave me the shakes.

What was I thinking?? Was I totally insane for doing this again, this time with more time showing on the timer? Was this really such a bright idea? What if my head ended up on a pike next to Rita’s??

“Looks like you got a live one here, Renard.” Prudence sounded jealous. Then I heard her tell him, “I’ll set the timer in motion while you start shagging your girlfriend.”

There was a clatch as she fastened the latch to the lunette, locking it down. The digital numbers started moving… 35:01… 35:02… 35:03. It hit me with an erotic jolt as I realized I was now committed to the guillotine for the next five minutes if not longer, depending on how much time Renard took with me.

I felt a nose push up against my puckered anus as a tongue started licking my twat. I gasped and whimpered, unable to wriggle around very much as I was filled with a surge of wildly erotic tingles. What the hell was he doing to me back there??

I stared at the timer, remembering Rita didn’t get to ride the guillotine very long before the blade fell. Then I made the mistake of looking down into that wicker basket again. Once more I saw all those blood stains, and it really set me to trembling like mad. Bloody hell!

Was I to suffer a similar fate?? Had I made a really stupid mistake?? I was filled with fear as well as an incredible arousal as that tongue pushed into my cunt while a nose pressed against my anal opening.

“Getting her all worked up, eh?” Now Prudence really sounded jealous. I half expected her to tell her boyfriend to pay attention, but she didn’t say anything else.

I gasped and whimpered as Renard made me wet as hell. My eyes were locked on those red digits as they ticked my life away… 35:24… 35:25… 35:26. I was frightened of course… and yet I felt such an erotic thrill at the predicament I was in.

A finger pushed into my pussy as he licked and nibbled. I writhed and whimpered as I gasped, “Oh fuck; just like that!” We’d never fucked before, but he was certainly pleasing me as though he knew exactly what would push my buttons.

He rimmed my anus, and I quivered and moaned. He pushed his tongue inside, and I gasped and whimpered. The digital readout passed 36:00 as my heart pounded in my chest.

Rita had gone barely a minute and a half after her program had started. Was I going to go the same way?? For some reason that thought really scared me, and my eyes opened wider as I started to tremble while the timer ticked 36:18… 36:19… 36:20.

He went back to licking my pussy, fingering me as the timer passed 36:35. I winced and whimpered, noting I’d gone longer than Rita. Maybe I was going to be all right after all. But I still had to ride it to 40:00 before I’d be allowed to get out of the bloody contraption.

Renard went back and forth, tonguing my clit and pussy and then rimming my ass. The timer passed 37:00 as I moaned and whimpered. When he tongued my opening as he fingered my cunt, I went off like a rocket.

I shuddered hard in orgasm as my vision dimmed. I panted for breath until it passed. When I looked up, I saw the timer at 37:21… 37:22… 37:23. That’s when Prudence unhappily muttered, “She just came, the lucky bitch.”

I moaned as his face pulled away. Then I felt his cock push right into my pussy. I groaned as he slowly filled me until I was really gasping and whimpering.

He fucked me nice and slow as the timer reached 38:00. I had two more minutes to get through if I was going to survive before the blade fell. But he felt incredible inside me as I writhed and moaned, and I gasped for breath as he fucked pleasure into my cunt.

His thrusts were nice and gentle as though we were in the middle of a long, lazy fuck with no urgency whatsoever. There was nothing either one of us could have done about it at any rate. I was locked into the bloody guillotine until the timer hit 40:00.

He was really thick and hard in my pussy. Instinctively I clenched around his shaft as though trying to pull him deeper inside me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, especially while staring at that damned digital display. Glancing down at the blood staining the wicker below my head only added to my erotic anxiety.

Prudence came around front into my line of sight until I saw her legs. “Liking that, are we?” she asked. There was a tinge of unhappiness in her tone. She sounded jealous as hell.

“Fuck… you have… no idea! Renard, you never told me… it would be… this incredible!” I said it because I believed it… but also because I was still determined to put the bloody bitch in her place, even if it cost me my head. What the hell was I thinking offering Renard my cunt in the guillotine while his former bitch girlfriend stood and watched??

He was thrusting nice and slow when the timer reached 39:00. There was no change of pace at 39:30. Bloody hell, was he going to take me right on past??

A part of me was expecting the whole thing to shut down at 40:00. But the timer kept going as he went right on fucking me. Now I felt like I was living on borrowed time.

I gasped and whimpered as he started to pick up the pace at 40:43. My pussy felt like it was on fire from an insane arousal. A good, hard thrust at 41:27, and I was orgasming again. But he still hadn’t cum yet.

I felt an erotic jolt as I reconsidered the matter. Had I miscalculated the whole damned thing? Was he going to fuck me until the blade fell just to get back at Prudence?? What had I gotten myself into??

A part of me wanted him to stop; gawd, how I wanted him to stop! But a part of me wanted him to keep on going. I was headed for another orgasm again, and I wanted it before the blade took my bloody head off!

At 41:55 he picked up the pace. I whimpered as he smacked my ass. It just added to the wildly erotic sensation of being helplessly strapped down and fucked while waiting for the damned blade to claim my head.

At 42:31 I heard Prudence grumble, “Lucky bitch. That’s how you’re supposed to fuck me in the guillotine, Kevin!” Then Renard really picked up the pace.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me harder and faster. Another swat of my ass made me whimper as I began to rock in the guillotine. I found myself wondering how many seconds I had left before the blade fell.

I glanced down to see the blood-stained wicker. Instinctively I closed my eyes for a second, telling myself “This is insane!” as I whimpered anxiously. Was I about to lose my head??

I could hardly catch my breath as the timer reached 43:15. I shuddered hard in orgasm again, wondering if he was going to fuck me until the blade fell. Then I heard Renard cry out behind me as he rammed himself deep inside me.

I felt the warmth of his seed in my pussy, and it set me off again. That’s when I found myself cumming the hardest. At the same time it was the moment I was the most frightened. Just my luck, the blade would come down and sever my head right before he could pop the latch to the lunette.

I came down from my high as Renard slowly thrust in and out of me. I heard him tell her, “Now, Prudence. Pop the latch.” But for some reason she tarried.

He suddenly pulled out of me before he stepped forward. Then I heard the click of the latch. The timer abruptly stopped at 43:36.

I panted heavily for breath as I stared at the digital display, astonished I was still alive. Then I shuddered hard one last time. A moment later everything went black as I passed out.

When consciousness returned I felt hands working to free the straps to my body. Strong hands pulled me out through the opening and helped me sit up. I saw Renard standing there pulling his pants up while looking at me with this smile of sexual satisfaction on his face.

He seemed appreciative of my efforts.  Prudence just scowled as she stood behind him next to her date. “So how was it, Julie?” she asked, sounding jealous as hell.

I had to compose myself for a couple moments before I could answer. I could actually feel his cream leaking out of my pussy. In a trembling voice I told him, “Babe, when you told me about this guillotine, I think you left something out.”

“What did I leave out, Julie?”

“How hard I was going to cum from such an incredible experience.”

I stood up on wobbly legs and kissed him deeply, my naked body pressed up against him. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss. When we pulled away I saw him smile appreciatively.

I had to pause a moment to catch my breath as he handed me my clothes. That’s when I saw Prudence with a distinctly unhappy look on her face. I could not hide my smirk of satisfaction as I started getting dressed.

At that moment I saw Lorraine come into the room. She sighed as she shook her head, putting her hands on her hips. “Prudence? I should have known.”

“Julie rode it too, mom!” her daughter responded indignantly. “Hell, she even rode it longer than I did!”

Lorraine looked at me for a long moment. She must have seen it in my eyes because she chuckled as she shook her head. “At this rate, Victor’s going to start having roasters every time we get together. All right; everyone upstairs. I’m turning it off.”

“Oh, mom!”

“Up!” Then she walked over and did something to the controls because the digital numbers winked out.

We all headed back upstairs. Renard and I went up arm in arm. I leaned close and told him, “That was bloody incredible! No wonder some women want to ride it again and again!” He smiled as he hugged me. Behind us I heard Prudence disgustedly mutter something to her date which I couldn’t make out.

© 2017 (Aug 21 ’17)

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Janet’s erotic dreams: The gator 4 (1)

(Bonus story to end October)

I guess you could call me a water baby. I love being in the water as often as possible. Whether you call it aquaphilia or whatever, it means I find myself getting wet every chance I get. That means I end up with some pretty far out underwater dreams.

The Gator

One day I was watching some cheesy gator movies on one of those sci fi channels. A lot of times I watch them just to see some guy or chick get dragged off. The dry land scenes don’t do much for me. It’s only when they get attacked in the water that I really pay attention.

For instance, I love it when they get pulled under, water spewing out of their mouths as they’re screaming their breath away. Anything in the water is exciting. So you know I love the underwater scenes the best.

I can’t begin to imagine that helpless feeling they must have experienced knowing they were going to drown and then get eaten. I guess it got into my subconscious because that night I had a dream about it. You have no idea how erotic it was.

First off, I was in the water in my black latex one-piece swimsuit and my white swim cap. I love the feel of tight latex hugging my body. It’s what I like to wear when I want to experience underwater orgasms.

Anyway, I was in this pond determined to get myself off. It was a hot day, so I was hot in my latex. It made my skin all wet and slippery, and I was really horny.

I didn’t see any warning signs posted so I thought it was all right. I only wanted to swim to the bottom, hold my breath to get off, and then return to the surface. I had no idea I was being watched.

I swam out to the middle of the pond where it was deepest. Then I dove right to the bottom. The pond was muddy, so I stuck my feet into the soil so I wouldn’t drift back up. Then I started rubbing my crotch.

It felt really good. I think I held my breath for a good minute and a half before I needed to go back up. So I headed to the surface and popped up gasping for breath.

I looked around but I didn’t see anyone. So I went back down. I swam to the bottom, stuck my feet into the mud again, and then started touching myself once more.

I was getting pretty close to cumming when I thought I saw movement. I tried to see who or what it was through the murky water as I rubbed myself. The idea of someone sneaking up on me to watch me masturbate was pretty exciting.

I was almost about to cum when I saw what it was. Instead of another swimmer, I saw this huge gator looking right at me. It scared me so bad that I orgasmed right then and there.

It eyed me as though it was checking me out. I tried to get up out of the mud, but my feet were stuck. That really scared me, but it also excited me sexually.

The latex suit was really tight on my body, and it was really rubbing me. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as I tried to get out of that mud. That gator came toward me and I was sure it was going to eat me. Then it sort of bumped me with its snout.

It jarred me loose from the mud, and I shot upward spewing bubbles out of my mouth. I reached the surface gasping and sputtering. But the gator was nowhere in sight. I figured it was somewhere right below me waiting to grab me by my legs, pull me under and drown me.

About that time I saw some people standing on the shore. A girl hollered, “Hey; what are you doing out in that pond?? Don’t you know there are gators in there? Didn’t you see the sign?”

I hollered back, “What sign?”

“This one!” she yelled back as she pulled it out of the ground. She turned it around and showed it to me. It read “Danger: gators present!”

I hadn’t seen it there before, and I was already in trouble in the water with that gator lurking about. So I started swimming toward shore just as fast as I could. That’s when something grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the bottom of the pond. Then it let me go.

I turned and saw that same gator looking at me. I tried to swim away, and it chased after me. I hid behind some post sticking up out of the ground like in that movie Lake Placid. It just twisted onto its side and closed its jaws on either side of the post, narrowly missing me because it couldn’t close its jaws around that post.

I shot up to the surface but I was alone. All those people must have cleared out. Then that gator came up and started coming after me.

I tried to swim to shore, but it grabbed my legs and pulled me under again. By this time my suit was really rubbing against me, turning me on something fierce. I remember crying out as I orgasmed hard while losing my breath underwater.

Somehow I must have gotten loose because I floated up to the surface on my back. That gator came up to the surface and swam toward me. Before I could move it grabbed me in its mouth, gulping my legs down and nearly swallowing me whole.

I knew if I went down its gullet I was a goner. So I grabbed onto its snout, trying not to get myself swallowed as it held me up out of the water. I could feel it trying to swallow me, so I held on tight and wouldn’t let go.

It tried and tried, but it couldn’t swallow me. My suit was so tight I could tell I was going to cum again. I could feel its mouth trying to work me into its stomach, and I was both scared and aroused.

It lowered its head into the water, totally submerging me. It held me underwater like it was going to drown me, and I had to hold my breath. I got so aroused with my latex suit so tight that I went off again in orgasm, wriggling like crazy in its mouth.

It lifted me back up out of the water and I gasped for breath, still caught in its mouth. Its eyes gleamed hungrily at me as it tried swallowing me again. When I hung on tight and refused to let go of its snout, it submerged me again.

This time it swam me all the way to the bottom of the pond. I struggled to get out of its mouth, but it had me in a really good grip. My tight suit was driving me crazy as it rubbed me just right, and I went off in orgasm once more.

I wriggled and writhed in its mouth as I had a pretty intense orgasm. I lost a lot of bubbles as it tried swallowing me. Then it took me back up to the surface.

My lungs were screaming as it lifted its head up. Somehow I got another good breath while it tried swallowing me again up at the surface. Then it took me back down into the water. I barely got one last breath before we went under.

We went all the way to the bottom where it tried swallowing me again. I could feel how tightly it had me in its mouth. It made my suit so tight against my pussy and clit that I went off in orgasm yet again.

Everything went dim all around me when I had that orgasm. That’s when I realized I’d lost my grip on its snout. I could feel it swallowing me, pulling me deeper into its stomach.

I did everything I could as I thrashed about in its mouth. But it wouldn’t let me go or take me back to the surface. My lungs were on fire; I knew I couldn’t hold my breath much longer.

I was all the way inside when it started to close its mouth. That’s when I knew I was a goner. I started cumming so very hard as my tight suit rubbed against my crotch. Then everything went black, and I was cumming and drowning inside its stomach.

Then I woke up…

© 2017 (written for Skip and Janet Sep 14 ’17 by riwa)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 4 4.3 (10)

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Stew and I watched in amazement as some assistants walked into that conference room and cleaned up the mess. We both got up and went over to the table to sit down for a rest. It wasn’t long until an attendant came in with drinks for the both of us.

We each took one and downed almost half in one gulp. I really needed a drink after what I’d just seen. Stew seemed just as incredulous as I was, even after it was all over. It was as though the images were still fresh in our minds.

The conference room got boring, so we turned it off. We turned on a live feed of the Entertainment stage, but nothing was happening there either. The roulette wheel was going as people stood around it gambling away. But that was about it.

“Still want to hang?” Stew finally asked after we’d almost finished our drinks.

“Yes… no… fuck; I don’t know! That was so crazy, Stew… and yet it was so fucking hot! I think what I really need right now is a good, hard fucking.”

He looked at me for a second as though asking with his eyes if I wanted to be fucked by him. That’s when I suggested we wander around the club and check out some of the other rooms. I told him, “This is my last night, Stew. Do you suppose we could go around and find others to fuck before I hang for you?”

“What have you got in mind, Janelle?”

“I don’t know, Stew. Maybe we could find another couple. Or how about if we find a female to play with for a while? You could fuck her while she fucks me. Would you like to see some sexy bitch fuck your dear, sweet sister?”

He looked at me and his eyes lit up. “Damn, Janelle. That sounds kind of hot.”

“What if we find a bunch of guys for a gangbang, Stew? Imagine one of them popping my sensor. That way I’d have to give them all a final performance in the noose up on the Entertainment stage. What do you think about that?”

“Damn, sis. It sounds like you want it all!”

“Why not, Stew? If this is going to be my last night, why not go out in style? Can you imagine anything hotter than me hanging up onstage with cum leaking out of my cunt and ass from a bunch of other guys? I’m getting really turned on just thinking about it!”

“So you want me to pimp you out while I watch?”

“Fuck; that would be hot!”

We both looked at the door, half expecting visitors at any moment. I wanted to be used like a whore before I danced in the noose for Stew. But no one came in to fuck me.

“What do you think, Janelle?” Stewart asked as he stood up. He got a couple of bags to carry our clothes around. Then he suggested we go around and look for some action if there wasn’t any taking place in our room.

I thought about the conference room, and it put a worried look on my face. “Stew, what about dad? What if he catches us? What if he wants to send us home?”

“I suppose we could try to be careful moving around the casino. If we stick to these back rooms we should be ok for a while. I’m just wondering what he will do if he catches us going to the Entertainment stage and wants to stop us.” He paused before carefully asking, “Are you SURE you want to hang for me tonight?”

“Sometimes I wonder about that, Stew. But then I remember that sexy bitch in that conference room being stabbed. She acted as though she wanted it, and that’s what made it extra hot for me. So I want to stick around a while, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“What if your sensor pops, sis?”

In response I just grabbed an imaginary noose and pulled it upward as though it was around my throat. I tilted my head sideways and then stuck my tongue out while acting as though I was rasping for breath. I did it for a couple of seconds before grinning at him.

Stew rolled his eyes and shook his head. He went and checked the hall to see if the coast was clear. Then we snuck out of our room wearing club robes while carrying our clothes in a couple of bags. I was really hoping to find someone else to fuck, just to have some fun before I did my airdance for Stewart.

We found an occupied room three doors down. The door indicated there was a couple inside and that it was open for anyone to join. So Stew used our pager to open it up.

When we stepped inside we saw a middle-aged couple lying in bed kissing and caressing each other. Stew was apologetic as he told them, “I’m sorry. The door said we could come in and join you.”

“Come on in,” the woman with brown hair down to her shoulders told us, smiling as she waved us to come closer. She had nice tits that were a bit larger than mine. Then she invitingly patted the bed as she told her companion, “The more the merrier; right, Jerry?”

“That’s right,” he responded with a smile. “I’m Jerry, and this is my wife Haley. We love to entertain.” Then he looked at us before carefully observing, “You two look like you’re not much older than 20.”

“Pretty close,” I told them with a smile. “We just wanted to come to the Club for a night of fucking. We don’t really care who we do it with.” I decided not to reveal to them my true motives.

His wife told me, “Honey, you look good enough to eat.” Then Haley smiled at Stew as she asked, “Mind if I have a sample of your…?”

“I’m Stewart and this is my girlfriend Janelle. You can sample her all you want.”

I almost chuckled at the lie. I guess Stew didn’t want to tell them we were brother and sister. I suspected they might figure it out anyway if they paid any attention at all.

I dropped my robe as well as my bag of clothes before crawling naked into their bed. Haley began kissing me right away. She had the softest lips, and it set my pussy on fire.

We started making out with each other; touching, fondling and caressing every body part imaginable. Haley invited Stew to get into the bed right next to her as she kissed me deeply. He started rubbing her all over as Jerry got real handsy with me. It was incredibly erotic.

Haley got me flat on my back. Then she went down between my legs and started eating me out as Stew and Jerry licked and sucked on my nipples. Damn, that was hot!

She fucked me with her fingers as she nibbled on my nub. It wasn’t long until I was writhing and moaning. “We just love young blood,” Jerry breathed before he went back to work on one of my nipples.

It wasn’t long before she had me wriggling and squirming and crying out. A couple minutes later she tongued an orgasm right out of me. It was loud, intense and satisfying.

We changed places so I could eat her out while the guys sucked on her nipples. I wasn’t used to licking girls, although I thought I knew what I was doing. I must have been doing something right because she started gasping, “Fuck… gawd… FUCK; DON’T STOP!” Then she really went off, screaming in orgasm. It was incredibly sexy the way I made her cum like that.

We ended up flat on our backs side by side, Jerry eating me out as Stew worked on her muff. We turned and kissed each other while occasionally touching each other. The guys both got us to pop off in orgasm again while using their tongues.

We shifted places so Stew and Jerry were flat on their backs while we sucked their cocks. I did Jerry while she did Stew. It was so fucking awesome seeing another woman suck my brother’s dick.

Haley panted as she told Stew, “Now I want you to fuck me!”

“Ok,” he replied. “Let me get a condom.”

“Oh hell no! I want to feel you cum inside me!”

“Works for me!” I said with a grin as I climbed onto Jerry and impaled myself on his cock without any protection. I was planning on hanging anyway, so a popped sensor was no big deal to me.

Haley climbed onto Stew, and we rode those dicks cowgirl while panting, moaning and whimpering like crazy. It was so fucking sexy fucking another couple like that. It was even hotter knowing us girls weren’t using condoms.

It wasn’t long until my mind started to go crazy. I imagined Haley and I popping our sensors and being forced to hang together. Or maybe they would have to behead us as we faced each other in the guillotines. I wanted to hang, but I decided I might be open to a sexy beheading if the situation called for it.

After a while we climbed off and changed positions so the guys could fuck us from behind. We ended up kissing each other while we both got a good shafting. It was super-hot, and I had one hell of an orgasm before we wound things down.

After we were finished, an attendant brought in drinks and I had something that was refreshing. Afterwards we thanked them for a really great time. They told us to come back to their room anytime we wanted. Then we put on our robes and got our clothes. We told them we had a lot of fun and that we’d be more than willing to come back later if things worked out.

We were almost to the door when Haley loudly declared, “Boyfriend and girlfriend, eh? If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were brother and sister.” There was a knowing smile on her face.

Stew nervously asked, “Would that bother you if we were?”

“Not at all,” Jerry replied with a grin. “It’s going to be a hot story when we tell our friends back home how we fucked a brother and sister at the Club. You two wouldn’t by any chance be doing it with each other, would you?”

I smiled as I coyly responded, “We don’t kiss and tell.”

“That means they are,” Haley laughed, seeing right through me. “Fuck; that’s even hotter knowing we fucked an incestuous brother and sister!”

They waved goodbye as we walked out the door in our robes with our bags of clothes in hand. We looked up and down the hall, but there was no sign of daddy. Then I exhaled as I told Stew, “That was really hot!”

“What do you want to do now, sis?”

“I don’t know, Stew. I was kind of exhausted at first. But now I’m starting to get my second wind.”

“Me too. I guess we can go down the hall and check the other rooms if you want.”

We went down the hall, but the two rooms we found were “closed”. I guess whoever was inside didn’t want any visitors. I decided not to take it personal.

We checked some of the other hallways. We found the snuff rooms and opened up an empty one. Seeing the noose dangling in the middle of the room made my breath catch in my throat.

“Want to check this one out, sis?” Stew asked with a grin.

“Gawd; we’d better not, Stew. I don’t want to get carried away, not when the night is still young.” I was afraid my desires might overpower my senses and that I might convince Stewart in the heat of the moment to take me all the way.

We walked to the opening into the casino and looked inside. A lot of machines were in use; hardly anyone looked at us. But I felt a little self-conscious standing there in our robes. So we headed back down the hall.

We were back among the sex rooms checking doors when we saw a couple coming down the hall in our direction. The woman was a sexy redhead in a slinky black dress. The guy wearing the nice shirt and slacks was bald and muscular.

They must have been in their late thirties. But there was something about them that made me shudder. They both excited and frightened me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“Hi, kids,” the redhead asked with a seductive smile. “What are you two doing back here?”

“We were, uh… checking out rooms, I guess.” I don’t know why I was so flustered.

“Looking to have a little fun? Would you like some company?”

I looked at Stew and he looked at me. “Up do you, Janelle.”

I told them, “Sure; why not? I’m here to get fucked anyway; right?”

“Ever been with a woman?” she asked as they came closer.

“I recently gave one an orgasm with my tongue,” I said proudly.

“Is that so? Got enough energy left inside to replicate that feat?” Then she kissed me so deeply I nearly dropped my bag as my pussy got wet.

The bald guy opened the door with his pager and we went inside. The room looked like it hadn’t been used. It made me wonder if they’d come in previously and cleaned it or if we were the first ones to be using it that evening.

She sat on the bed and in a seductive voice purred, “Show me what you got, kiddo.” So I started kissing and groping her. When I looked around for Stewart I saw he and the bald guy had taken up a couple chairs to watch.

I slowly peeled her out of that dress while kissing and caressing her. There was something about her that really made me hot. When she started moaning, that turned me on even more.

She had a sexy lacy bra and panties that I pulled off. I sucked on her nipples before kissing my way down to her crotch. Seeing how wet I was making her turned me on even more… “Yeah… fuck yeah… damn, kiddo; you’re good!”

I thrust my fingers into her wet pussy while nibbling on her nub. She started gasping as she stiffened… “Yes – yes – yes!” Then she went off in orgasm.

After that it was my turn. I laid on the bed as she began kissing me and licking me out. That’s when her bald companion undressed and got into bed naked with us.

He knelt close to my head, so I grabbed his cock and started tugging it. Then I sucked him into full hardness. The sexy redhead made it hard to catch my breath as I took that cock into my mouth.

She licked me until I cried out in orgasm with a mouthful of cock. Then she pulled me off the bed. “Now you can suck Melvin’s cock, kiddo. I want you to get it ready to fuck you!”

I went to work sucking on her companion’s cock, getting more and more excited at the thought of him fucking me. I glanced over at Stew to see he had shed his robe and was stroking his dick. It looked like he was all turned on watching me.

Things took a dramatic change when the redhead went to a closet. When she returned she had a set of cuffs in her hand while she was attaching a large strap-on around her waist. I felt an erotic jolt when I saw that.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Stew. He just smiled and shook his head… “No, I don’t mind.” That’s when she cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she and Melvin stood up with me kneeling between them.

“Suck our cocks, kiddo! Get them all wet and ready for your pussy and ass!”

I went back and forth, although it was a little hard since I wasn’t able to use my hands. They guided my head, forcing me a lot which really turned me on. Then she made Melvin sit on the bed as I sucked him off. That’s when she came up behind me, slid that strap-on into my cunt and started fucking me with it.

Fuck; what a rush! I couldn’t believe how sexy it was the way she was dominating me. Stew just sat there the whole time, his cock hard in his hand.

She fucked me really hard for a few minutes. Then she made me turn around on my knees and suck my juices off her strap-on. She had a hand in my hair, forcing me as she really gave it to me good.

She turned me around, and it was back to sucking Melvin while she fucked me from behind. That’s when I heard her voice in my ear… “Don’t you fucking cum yet, kiddo!” I gasped and whimpered… it just wasn’t fair!

She made me climb onto the bed with Melvin where I straddled him before I proceeded to impale myself on his cock. She climbed on and made me suck her strap-on while I was riding him. I gagged and grunted while she hissed, “Ride him, Kiddo! Suck my dick and ride him! But don’t you dare fucking cum!”

That went on for several minutes until she forced me down on top of him with his cock still inside me. I felt her push into my ass from behind with that strap-on. Then she told me, “Now we’re going to sandwich you so we can see how well you can take it, kiddo.” That’s when they really started pounding me.

I cried out as they fucked me good and hard. I begged her to let me cum, but she refused. That’s when Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat.

I squawked as I heard the redhead ask Stewart, “She doesn’t mind a little asphyxia, does she?”

“Not at all” was his sadistic reply. Was he getting back at me for wanting him to hang me?

Melvin choked me harder as she fucked my ass with that strap-on. I had to fight like hell to hold it back. My voice rasped as I kept on begging, “Can I cum? Please, can I cum??” But Melvin just choked my breath off.

My body was on fire as I grunted and groaned. Then she hissed into my ear, “Now you can cum as I fuck your ass, kiddo!” That’s when I went off like a rocket as she rammed my ass good and hard.

I was just coming down off my high when she pulled out of me. She laid down on the bed and made me climb on, impaling my pussy on her strap-on. “Ride me, kiddo!” she demanded as she reached up and mauled my tits.

I bounced up and down as I gasped for breath. She let me do that for a few minutes before she told Melvin to climb aboard and fuck my ass in another sandwich. He climbed on behind me and slowly pushed his cock up my butt until I was double-stuffed again.

She hissed, “Don’t you dare fucking cum, kiddo!” Then she reached up and grabbed my throat, choking me off as they double-teamed me. I gasped and grunted like crazy, desperate to obey and hold it back.

For a minute I thought she was really going to choke me out. It was a little scary… and yet it was so fucking hot. Then she hissed, “Cum for us, you fucking whore!”

Treating me like that quickly pushed me right over the edge. I rasped and shuddered in orgasm as my whole body quivered and shook. I felt an incredible heat rush through me; it was absolutely unbelievable!

When I came crashing down from my high, Melvin pulled out of my ass. My hands flexed weakly behind my back. Then Melvin helped me off the redhead.

She turned toward Stewart and waved him over. “Now I want to ride your cock, baby!” The poor guy had been watching the whole time and looked like he was more than ready to pop.

She made him lie down flat on his back on the bed. She straddled him reverse cowgirl, slowly impaling him with her ass. She made Melvin push me close so I could eat out her dripping pussy while tending to her swollen nub. Then she had him fuck my ass again.

You have no idea how hot that was. Stew looked like he was having one hell of a good time with his cock up her butt. I slobbered all over her wet pussy while Melvin gave my ass a really hard pounding.

Once more I was told I wasn’t allowed to cum. Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat from behind. Then the redhead really started riding Stew as she told me to lick her muff like a good little whore.

I rasped and gurgled as I tried using my tongue. It must have gotten her off seeing my face so red. I even heard her tell my brother he could cum up her ass anytime.

Stew let out a cry as he finally got to unload his balls up her butt. She screamed, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” as I furiously tongued her while getting pounded from behind. Then she told me, “Now you can cum, you fucking whore!”

I tried to scream, but Melvin’s hands nearly closed off my throat. I shuddered so hard I got dizzy and disoriented. Then I felt his hot spunk up my ass, and I went right into another cum.

We all finally calmed down while kissing and making out with each other. Melvin pulled out of my ass, got the keys and released me from the cuffs. The redhead kissed me and told me it was a hell of a lot of fun fucking me the way she did. Then they got a couple of robes, got their clothes all bagged up, and left.

Stew and I laid in bed for a while until an attendant came in with a tray of drinks. It was just what I needed. We both got up naked and took a couple glasses from her. She didn’t seem to mind seeing our nudity.

We sat at the table sipping our drinks while talking about what had just happened to us. Stewart asked what I thought, and I had to tell him how hot it was being fucked and dominated like that. Then I told him I now wanted to dominate another female just like that.

We both took a quick shower to wash the sex off our bodies. Then we got our bags of clothes. We put on our robes before Stew checked the hall to see if the coast was clear before we exited the room.

We didn’t find any open rooms down the sex hallway. So we tried some snuff rooms. We found one that was open indicating two women were inside.

I got all excited thinking we might get to have some fun with these two. I told Stewart I might even let him hang one of them if we thought we could get away with it. I knew we probably couldn’t because they didn’t belong to us. But it was fun getting Stew all worked up as he used his pager to let us inside.

What we saw when we stepped inside made us gasp in astonishment. One sexy blonde with larger tits was all strapped down in the electric chair, with those metal posts up both her holes and wires on her nipples and clit. An attractive brunette was tied spread-eagled to the bed. They both had ball-gags in their mouths as they grunted at our arrival.

Stewart was incredulous. “Damn, sis! They’re all set up and ready for us! You mean we get to play with them just like this?”

“Sure looks like it!” I gasped excitedly as I eyed the blonde in the chair. “Maybe I’ll fry this one while you fuck the other one. Then we can cut off one head using the guillotine over there while we hang the other.”

They both stiffened as they grunted in alarm. I didn’t really intend to do that to them as I just wanted to scare them. But I sure as hell loved the way they reacted.

“Any restrictions?” I asked as I saw my brother climb into bed and start kissing and groping that one.

“I didn’t see any in the door panel, Janelle.”

“That means you can fuck her without using a condom, right?”

“I suppose so, sis.”

“Just look at them, Stew! I think they’re sisters!” There certainly was a family resemblance.

I found the remote to the chair lying on the little table for anyone to use. I grabbed it with a wicked smile, pointing it at my victim as I slowly powered up the current. The one in the chair began wriggling and squirming deliciously.

Stewart pawed and groped the other one until he got hard and had to empty his balls. He left her all tied up and gagged as he climbed on top. He stuck his dick in her and started fucking her good and hard as I jolted her sister.

It was erotic as hell frying that woman in the chair. I hit her with the juice until she had a really sexy orgasm. Then I powered the chair down before doing it to her all over again.

Stewart took his time with her sister, telling me how nice and tight she was and that she was a good, hot fuck. I loved seeing him give it to her good. He even made her cum, the lucky bitch.

I was right in the middle of giving the one in the chair another really good jolt of electricity when her sister gave out a cry of pain from the bed. “Damn, Stew! What the hell did you do to her??”

“Nothing, Janelle! I was just fucking her!” Then he slowly pulled out of her, only to gasp in surprise.

“Fuck, sis! This one just popped her sensor!”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me??”

The girl in the chair looked at her sister in alarm. I gasped, “Damn, Stew! Are you serious?? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Take a look, Janelle!” Sure enough, her sensor had popped out of her bellybutton and was now glowing a bright red.

“Damn, Stew! That’s so fucking hot! What do we do with them now?”

“How the hell should I know, sis?” And with that neither one of us knew what else to say.

It was incredible! We were in a room with two sisters, and now one of them just had popped her sensor!  All I know is it gave me one hell of an erotic buzz knowing one of them had just been condemned to die in the Club…

© 2017 (written by riwa Sep 23 ’17)

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Shot at dawn 4.4 (16)

Shot at dawn

I’m a beat reporter for the Lancaster Angry Bee. I hadn’t written what I thought was a decent article in months. The news of the day always focused on politics, celebs, or sports… all of which bored me to tears.

Everything changed for me the day my editor Sam Frickle came up to me three days ago. “Norma, ever hear the name Winston Winchester?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Then I thought about it for a moment.

That name did sound vaguely familiar. Where had I heard it before?

“This guy is legally shooting women over in Barton County. I just read another obit from over there. Norma, I want you to go check into it and write up a story.”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“Apparently he’s never been interviewed before. I want you to see if you can go speak to him. Get me a good story out of this, Norma, and you won’t be sorry.”

“What if he shoots me?”

“Try not to get shot.”

“Thanks a lot!”

The first thing I did was go back to my desk and look him up on the computer. I found out there was definitely a Winston Winchester in Barton County. And according to court documents, he did have a license to shoot women. Damn!

I got the address and drove three hours to his estate. It was in a rural part of Panoma where the closest neighbor looked to be a couple miles away. There was a large gate with a little video speaker box mounted on a metal pole in the opening to the lane.

I nervously buzzed in and announced myself as Norma Jones, beat reporter for the Lancaster Angry Bee. I said I was there to do a story on Winston Winchester. The response I got was “Sorry, miss, but he doesn’t give out interviews.”

 “I drove a really long way to be here. Can’t I get just ten minutes of his time?”

There was a long pause. I wondered if I was going to be sent away empty-handed. To my surprise there was a buzz before the large metal gate parted.

“Thank you so much!” I called into the little speaker. “I really appreciate it.” Then I drove through, watching the rearview mirror with some trepidation as the gate closed behind me.

As I made my way up the drive I saw rolling hills and manicured lawns surrounded by woods heavy with oaks, maples and elms. I drove up to a circular drive where a gentleman came out and offered to park my vehicle. Another came out and escorted me inside.

I was led down a hall where I waited as my escort knocked on the door. “Miss Jones to see you, sir.”

“Send her in.”

“He’ll see you now, Miss Jones. Please don’t aggravate him.” And with that I was motioned to enter as he opened the door for me.

A grey-haired man in his late thirties or early forties sat behind a desk. He smiled appreciatively at me as he rose up. He came around and greeted me warmly… “It’s so nice to meet you, Miss Jones.”

He may have been ruggedly handsome. But the idea of him shooting ladies put me off right away. I’m afraid I wasn’t in the best of moods as I declined to shake his hand.

“Mr. Winchester, I’ll get right to the point. I understand you execute women here on your property?”

“It’s all perfectly legal, Miss Jones.”

“It is according to the court records, Mr. Winchester. But I find it a little hard to believe. My impression is these women must have been brought here against their will. Is this true?”

“On the contrary, Miss Jones. They all come of their own free will. They spend all night with me. Then at dawn I take them out to a post at the edge of the woods and I shoot them.”

I was stunned at the callousness of his remark and the calmness with which he presented it to me. “Mr. Winchester, do you know how absurd that sounds?”

He was not the least bit put off by my brusque manner. If anything he remained amazingly polite. “It does sound fantastical, Miss Jones. But I can assure you they do it willingly. It’s a price they’re willing to pay in order to spend their last night with me.”

“Mr. Winchester, I simply cannot believe it.”

“That is your prerogative, Miss Jones. But it is true nonetheless.” He paused before adding, “In fact I have a special guest coming today.”

“You do?” Now I was really astonished.

“Her name is Dorothy Curtis. She’d flying all the way in from England.”

“To be shot by you??” The idea was simply too unfathomable for me to be able to process.

“She knows I will shoot her at dawn, yes.”

It occurred to me there might be an opportunity here. But would he go along with it? “Mr. Winchester, might I be permitted to interview Miss Curtis?” Then I held my breath, anticipating the worst.

To my surprise he actually smiled at me. “Miss Jones, I will ask the lady. It will be totally up to her. I do not mind as I have nothing to hide. In the meantime I’ll have Greeves get you a room for the night along with some nourishment.” And with that he pushed a button on his speakerphone, calling for his man to come see to my needs.

Greeves came and escorted me away, the same man who had previously brought me to the den. He was a man whose health belied his age. He said he was sixty-two, although I thought him to be in his forties.

During my time in his presence I learned he was paid well and that he was allowed to live on the estate. In return he was the one responsible for carrying out all the details of his master’s executions. He answered all my questions as though he had nothing to hide.

Upon request, he actually took me outside and led me to the edge of the woods. He showed me the stake the women were secured to for their execution. The base around the circular wooden post was bereft of grass, no doubt due to all the bare feet that frequently stood there.

I saw red stains upon a portion of the post where it looked like it had taken a couple of hits. I lightly brushed a fingertip over the surface. Something made me shudder as I considered all the women who had previously died here.

“How many…?” I started to ask.

“Sixteen,” Greeves replied immediately as though anticipating my question.

“Really?” He just nodded his head in the affirmative. I was silent and contemplative as he led me back to the house to show me to my room…

That evening I was granted a short audience with Miss Dorothy Curtis who had arrived by limo. She was 42, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a nice rack on her chest. She was professionally dressed in a business jacket and skirt with short heels.

She told me she’d flown all the way over from England because she wanted to meet Winston Winchester. She’d heard about his prowess with the women, and she wanted to experience that for herself. She knew she was destined to be shot at dawn, but that was a price she was willing to pay. In fact, she almost sounded like she was looking forward to it.

I asked her why she wanted to die. In response she told me she didn’t think she had a death wish. She simply wanted to be shagged by this man, shagged being a British expression for sex. Then she wanted to die for him. She said she found the idea of being shot naked at dawn particularly appealing.

That was all the time I was granted as she didn’t want to waste a minute more away from his presence. She was whisked off to see Winston Winchester. They dined alone while I ate separately, a meal Greeves fixed that was superb. Then he excused himself, telling me preparations had to be made for Miss Curtis’ burial the next morning.

I was left to my own devices so long as I did not make a pest of myself. I wandered the grounds of the estate, my mind in turmoil. I was still confounded by the idea women would willingly come here to be “shagged and then shot” as Miss Curtis had so eloquently put it.

That night I wandered the halls of the manor. A couple times I heard cries coming from down a forbidden hall. I was told it was the location of the Winchester bedroom where the evening’s sexual liaisons were to take place.

I’m sure I heard Miss Curtis scream his name in orgasm a couple of times as the hour drew late. I went to bed, but I could not sleep. I put on a robe and wandered the halls again, only to hear Miss Curtis screaming his name again in bliss.

It was more than a little disconcerting, knowing she was to be shot in the morning. I had a hard time processing the idea of sex and death. Eventually I went back to bed.

I was awakened the next morning by Greeves before the sun came up. I was taken to that same den where I found Miss Curtis in a robe awaiting me. She had a blissed look in her eyes as though she’d recently been pleasured.

“He told me you might have a couple more questions before my execution, Miss Jones. What would you like to know?”

The idea of her impending execution was heavy on my mind. Strangely I was experiencing a certain shameful arousal at the idea. “I do have a couple questions, Miss Curtis. For instance, what does it feel like knowing you’re to be shot in a few minutes?”

“Anything for Winston Winchester, Miss Jones,” she said dreamily. “Such a lovely man. Had we gone any longer, I believe I would have died from orgasming one too many times. To answer your question I’d say I’m both excited and nervous. But after the pleasure he gave me last night, being shot for his enjoyment makes it all totally worth it.”

I was flabbergasted. Was she really that eager to die for him?? “Miss Curtis, do you mean to tell me you’re actually looking forward to being shot??”

“It’s a fetish of his, love. He made wonderful love to me, and in return I’m going to allow him to shoot me and then bury me. But oh, how this last night was worth it!”

I wanted to ask her a few more questions. Unfortunately Mr. Winchester arrived a few moments later. I knew her time was short when I saw the rifle in his hands, causing my heart to race as my breath caught in my throat.

It’s perverse, I know. But now I had had this really strange desire to witness her execution. I justified my feelings by telling myself it was only to add to the weight of my forthcoming article.

“I have one last request, Miss Curtis. Might I, uh… might I be permitted to witness your execution?”

I looked at Mr. Winchester, half expecting him to shake his head. To my utter surprise he answered, “I have no objections. What about you, Miss Curtis?”

She gave me a coy look as she asked, “Do you want to watch me get shot, love? Are you thinking about volunteering later?”

“Good heavens; no!”

My heart leaped into my throat at such a crazy suggestion. But I could not explain why I was suddenly so wet down below. Then she looked at me as though looking right through me before saying, “I have no objections.”

“Then it’s time, Miss Curtis.”

“I’m ready, love,” she replied to her executioner. I felt another erotic jolt as I found myself struggling for my next breath.

Dorothy dropped her robe before she rose to her feet. She was completely nude as he proffered a small length of rope. She dutifully brought her arms behind her back, allowing him to secure her wrists together. Then he escorted her out of the den with me in tow, the rifle still in his possession.

We walked outside toward that stake on the edge of the woods. To be honest I’m not sure who was more affected by her impending execution: Dorothy or me. My breath caught in my throat again at what I was about to witness.

Dorothy seemed to become more excited by the moment at the situation she found herself in. I caught sight of her erect nipples as he led her over to the post. I also noticed her crotch was trimmed and glistening with moisture.

Greeves was already out there near the post, calmly telling Mr. Winchester the grave had been prepared. Then he came over to stand next to me. I was to witness the execution with him from a short distance away.

Mr. Winchester calmly walked Dorothy up to the stake as though he’d done this sixteen times before. He freed her hands long enough to retie her to the post. She appeared to be in a state of breathless excitement.

He gave her a long, lingering kiss on the lips. I saw him finger her crotch, causing her to wince and moan. Then he calmly walked to a spot a few yards away.

Her breathing intensified, her breasts rising and falling as she began to tremble. He glanced over at the Eastern sky which was growing lighter by the moment. Then he hefted up the rifle and took careful aim as the sun’s rays began to glint out over the lawn.

“Kill me now, lover!” Dorothy cried out deliriously as she panted like crazy.

I’m almost certain she was all caught up in orgasm at that very moment. Or maybe it was just her bladder releasing. Anyway, that’s when the rifle went off, causing me to jerk with a start.

A bloody wound appeared in Dorothy’s left breast. She slumped forward, shot right through the heart. I felt butterflies in my stomach as it occurred to me just how aroused I had become.

Winchester paused for a moment as though admiring his kill. Then he came walking over in our direction. He was breathing heavily and he had a noticeable bulge in his trousers.

“An excellent shot if I do say so myself. She was wonderful. See that she gets a good burial, Greeves.” Then he nodded at me… “Miss Jones” before he went back to the house. And that… was that.

I stood there panting heavily for breath as I watched Greeves walk up to Miss Curtis. He freed her from the post and slung her naked body over his shoulder. Then he carried her off into the woods.

I’ll never forget the look of frozen shock in her lifeless eyes…

*****

And so, dear readers, I sit here naked in Winchester’s den, putting the finishing touches on this article. In forty-two minutes I will be tied to his stake. In forty-three minutes I will be dead, shot through the heart.

 Why am I doing this? Even now I am not sure I can give you a satisfactory answer. After all, I can’t even give myself a satisfactory answer… and I’ve been pondering it ever since I signed the papers last night.

 Yes, the sex was wonderful. I’m still feeling aftershocks of pleasure. But I cannot tell you the sex is the reason I consented to this.

 Watching the execution of Dorothy Curtis had a profound effect on me, one I still cannot explain. Does that make Winchester a pied piper? Maybe so. But I take full responsibility for the decision. It was mine to make and not his.

 Yesterday he took me out into the woods and showed me where I’ll be buried. There will be no pine box or fur-lined casket. I’ll simply be joined with the earth. There is something strangely thrilling about that.

 What am I feeling as I sit here waiting for him? I feel both scared and excited. I think that gives me a special understanding of what Miss Curtis must have felt when she was sitting in this very same chair waiting to die just a few short days ago.

 This will be my last news article. Seriously, how can I top this? Anything else will seem trite and irrelevant compared to what I’ve witnessed during my short time here.

 I will share one more thing. Last night while we were making love, I was consciously aware he was going to kill me this morning. That knowledge made me feel more alive than I could have possibly imagined. It made the orgasms I experienced feel like nothing I have ever felt before.

 I wish I could share with you my final thoughts as he marches me out to the stake. I suspect I will feel exactly the way Miss Curtis felt: frightened, exhilarated, anxious and yet strangely eager. It will be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

 Will I orgasm at the moment he shoots me? Will I wet myself? I honestly do not know. But the intensity of what I’m about to experience has me in such a state of excitement that I fear I will lose my sanity before the deed is done.

 Thank you so much for allowing me to share this last article with you.

Respectfully,

Norma Jones

Beat reporter, Lancaster Angry Bee

I skim over the article, trying to edit it for spelling and punctuation. Frickle has a couple of good proof readers back at the Angry Bee. My only question is whether or not he’ll publish it.

My breath catches in my throat as I hit “send”. The timing could not be more perfect. A moment later Winchester comes in with his rifle and the rope.

“Time’s running out, Miss Jones. Did you get it finished?”

“I just sent it off, darling.” I cannot explain why I just spoke to him using a term of endearment.

“It’s time, Norma.”

“Yes it is, Winston.”

I stand up and bring my hands behind my back. I’m trembling like a leaf as he lasciviously eyes me up and down. Then he comes over and secures my wrists behind my back.

I have a hard time catching my breath as he grabs an arm and escorts me outside. I can’t believe this is happening to me. But I am still unable to explain what drove me to sign those damned papers.

Greeves is right outside to walk with us. “It’s been good having you here with us, Miss Jones.”

“Thank you, Greeves.”

“I made sure the grave in the woods is deep enough so the critters won’t get to you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. And thanks in advance for carrying my body out there.”

“Anything for you, Miss Jones.”

My legs nearly buckle as we get closer to the stake. My breathing becomes more heavy and labored as he walks me up to it. Then he unties my hands.

“I’m glad you came to visit, Norma. I’m really looking forward to this.” I can’t answer him as my throat has just gone dry.

“Do you know why I granted you that interview, Miss Jones?” Funny how he uses my last name when he’s referring to anything related to the paper.

“Why is that?” I can barely get the words out as he finishes tying my arms to the post.

“I wanted to shoot you the moment I first laid eyes on you on the monitor when you came up to the gate. That’s why I let you in.”

I moan while my breath catches in my throat as a jolt of horrific arousal flows through me. Then he kisses me deeply as he fingers me. I’m wet as hell: humiliated, terrified, aroused and excited all rolled into a big jumble of nerves.

He takes his rifle with him as he walks to his spot. My chest heaves until I can hardly catch my breath. My nipples are so hard they hurt. Then he lifts up the rifle and takes careful aim.

At that moment I catch the first rays of the sun peeking out over the hills. That’s when I let out a cry as I suddenly wet myself. Then I see the puff of smoke from the barrel.

My heart explodes in my chest as the sound of the shot echoes around the backyard——-

© 2017 (written Jul 31 ’17 by Riwa)

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A question of bondage… and drowning 4.3 (9)

Note: A bonus story for you by a guest author who added a juicy little story to one of my pictures I’d posted to a website.

A warm breeze caressed Theresa’s breasts, and she shivered. She was standing on the concrete apron of Jeff’s pool, still warm under her feet from the day’s recently set sun. Across the dunes and out in the channel, red and green buoys blinked to mark the way home for the small commercial and pleasure boats that tied up at Mariners Shoal Marina. A lone shrimp trawler slowly made its way in, the rumble of its engine carrying across perhaps a half-mile to where Theresa stood. A rustling behind her brought a hint of smile to Theresa’s mouth, and she shivered.

“Are you ready?” Mark’s voice was quite, just a hint of excitement carrying through. He was perhaps fifteen years older than Theresa, about forty, and had done this many times. This was a first for Theresa.

“Yes.” She glanced back over her shoulder. Mark was, like her, nude. He was of average size, perhaps five-foot-ten, lean and hard. He was carefully uncoiling a small spool of nylon cord. It looked red in the light spilling through the sliding glass doors of Jeff’s house. His penis was mostly erect. Finished with his preparations, he stepped close to her, gently urging her hands behind her back. She felt the rope wrap around her wrists, once, twice, three times; when he was done, they were comfortably but securely fixed behind her back.

Theresa had met Mark on the first day if her stay here on Myshrall’s Island. He was the social director of the club, and apparently much in demand among the single, and perhaps even the married, women vacationing at the resort.

He had seemed particularly interested in her from the first time they met, when Theresa had sought his desk to arrange a horseback tour of the island. He had needed to honor other commitments her first two days here, though. Then on the third night, he had approached her at a club cookout. Five minutes into a conversation with him, and Theresa knew she would sleep with him. When he had asked her if she had ever tried shibari or other bondage an hour after that, Theresa had answered honestly, “No,” but knew that by the end of this trip she would have something different to say.

The next night had been more of a traditional date, and Mark hadn’t asked to sleep with her. He had kissed her as they parted for the night, though, and that night she had lain in bed awake with anticipation of their next meeting, imagining being tied up and helpless while his skilled lips sought out her sensitive areas for soft kisses. Very moist, she had eventually needed to finger her clit, stroking up and down, sometimes letting two fingers slide into her pussy, before finding enough relief in the orgasm to get to sleep.

Now, Mark kissed his way across the back of her shoulders even as he tightened doubled loops of rope above and below her breasts, trailing his fingernails softly over the curve of her ass, up the sides of her breasts, and across the newly-shaven area above her pussy. A little moan of pleasure escaped her, louder when he pulled part of his knotwork up between her legs between the lips of her pussy.

Mark knelt to finish his work by tying her ankles together, careful to keep a hand always positioned to steady her, but also to caress her bare skin. It crossed Theresa’s mind to wonder how he intended to fuck her like this. Mark seemed to anticipate the question.

“I don’t always finish these sessions by making love. That’s not always what excites me the most.”

Puzzled, Theresa forgot about how wet and needy her pussy was. “No? What is?”

“Watching women drown.” He gave Theresa a shove, and she toppled into the pool. Her surprised gasp was carried away by the gentle sea breeze.
Shocked, Theresa tried to catch a breath, but only got a mouthful of water. She choked, and struggled to get her feet under her. Each time she felt the pool’s bottom under her, Mark’s hands expertly caught her shoulders or hair, steering her off balance. Panicking, Theresa thrashed about, realizing that the harder she fought, the faster she would use her oxygen up.

A roaring built in her ears as fire caught at her chest. Desperately, Theresa tried to shake loose from Mark’s strong grip, while the pressure in her lungs demanded more and more of her attention.

At some point, she had to start letting the stale air in her lungs out as a stream of bubbles. It eased the burning, but she lost her buoyancy, sinking to lie on her back on the bottom of the pool.

At some point, she could no longer fight off the urge to take a breath. The pool water was like acid in her lungs, the agony of the breath drowning out all other thought until encroaching blackness choked out her awareness. She went still, no longer aware of Mark’s face looking down at her from his perch on the edge of the pool.

On the side of the pool, Mark unclenched his jaw, the thrill of the moment having made him clamp his teeth together. Glancing back between his legs, he thought he could see a puddle of his semen on the concrete in the half-light. Mark was crouched on his hands and knees. He hadn’t touched himself, but as had happened twice before, the realization that the beautiful woman below him had gone still was punctuated by a series of powerful squeezes from his cock, and the sensation of warm jets squirting out. He knew that in a few minutes, panic would strike as he began to worry about getting caught. Had someone noticed them together? Would three disappearances be enough to set the police after him specifically? Could he hide Theresa’s body in the deep part of the marsh creek where he had sunk the other two without drawing attention?

For the moment, those worries weren’t strong enough to totally drown out the thrill of the moment, and he turned his attention back to the beautiful, peaceful form drifting on the bottom of the pool below him. Beautiful, just beautiful…

Sighing, he stood and went in search of paper towels to clean his mess. He knew nobody could see into his compound unless they were in the channel below him with a night-vision telescope, but nevertheless, he turned out the lights, and walked back through the warm evening breeze to begin straightening up the aftermath of his evening’s adventure.

(2017 by CS Fisher)

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A tourist in Berlin (graphic) 4.5 (10)

A tourist in Berlin

I spotted her in a Berlin nightclub with her husband. She was perfect; just what I like in a tourist. She had big boobs and fair skin, just the kind who suffer the best.

I kept an eye on them until I saw her slip away from her husband. I followed her toward the ladies room. There was a back door nearby, allowing me to put my hand over her mouth and drag her outside before anyone saw us.

She started to scream into my mouth until I choked her. I hissed into her ear she could do this alive or dead as it made no difference to me. Apparently she wanted to try it while she was alive because she stopped fussing about.

We made it to my car where I tossed her into the trunk. Then I drove us out of the city. It took several hours to make it to the north coast where I had set up shop.

It was early morning when we arrived. She must have dozed off because she was asleep when I opened the trunk. She blinked her eyes at me as I pulled her out.

I took her inside and down to my basement. I stripped her out of her clothes, causing her to start crying out again. So I asked her, “Are you sure you don’t want to try this alive?”

Her eyes widened with fright as she calmed down and nodded her head. I took her over to my special chair. It had two metal posts in the seat.

“You know what those are for,” I told her as I forced her to sit down. She let out another squawk as she was impaled on both posts. Then I proceeded to secure her to the chair.

I added electrodes to her nipples, skewering them until she screamed with pain. Then I added the strap around her neck, adjusting it and then tightening it down. The last thing I did was pierce her clit with an additional electrode, causing her to scream again.

“It’s been a late night for me… and for you as well. Let’s see if we can both get some sleep, shall we? I’ll be back later to torture and kill you. But we might as well give you a taste of what is to come.”

She looked at me in alarm as I turned on the chair. There was a crackle of electricity, causing her to stiffen and then scream. Then the strap tightened around her neck, cutting off her cries for a moment before loosening.

The chair powered off as she looked at me in horror while panting for breath. I slapped her boobs a couple of times, secure in the knowledge the electrodes would not come loose. Then I bid her good night as I turned my back on her. The last thing I heard was another scream as the power came back on and jolted her before she gurgled as the strap cut off her cries.

I went upstairs and listened appreciatively to a few cycles of the chair and her delicious screams. Then I adjourned to my bedroom. It is sound proof so I can get the rest I need.

I got a good seven hours of sleep. When I opened the door I heard her cries coming up from the basement. Poor thing must have had a dreadful time trying to fall asleep.

I made myself some lunch, fixing myself a sandwich. I went outside and enjoyed the view looking out over the water. I saw a spot to the Northeast I thought would serve nicely as her final resting place.

I went back inside, my urges beginning to overtake me again. I went down to the basement and saw her screaming through another cycle. Then the strap tightened, forcing her into delicious gurgles.

“Enjoying ourselves are we?” I asked politely.

When she could breathe she whimpered, “P-please. P-please let me go! I w-won’t tell a soul!”

“I have something I want to show you.” Then I went into the adjacent room. There was a tray on rollers with my precious display of heads I wanted her to see.

I wheeled it out for her to look at. There were seven severed female heads with various hair colors on the tray, all tilted upward with poles sticking out between their lips. “I just wanted you to see my art collection,” I told her with a smile. Her response was to shriek in horror.

I rolled the tray back into the other room. Then I retrieved the whip hanging in there on a hook. It was time to get started.

I brought it out and showed it to her, telling her I had a great fondness for the leather object. I told her I was certain she would grow to become fond of it too. Then I slowly caressed her trembling flesh with it, causing her to whimper with fright.

I stepped back and snapped it experimentally in her direction. It cracked loudly, causing her to jerk in alarm. Then the chair powered up, causing her to stiffen and cry out.

I took an experimental swing, managing to hit her in the chest. The next blow came full against her right breast as the chair powered back on. She screamed deliciously.

I took my time, enjoying her screams each time a blow landed. Invariably the strap would cut off her breath and her ability to cry out. Those were the times I loved making contact just to see her jerk in the chair without being able to vocalize her distress.

I spread my blows to cover her naked flesh more liberally. The tip of my whip lashed out against her stomach and her legs. Between the electricity of the chair and the whisper of my whip, we were having a good time together.

My lusts became inflamed as red welts appeared in her soft, white flesh. Her tits hung down, causing me to whip them a little harder. She screamed until the strap around her throat cut her breath off, causing me to really whip her then.

I went up and down her body until the welts turned into little red rivulets of blood. I took special aim at her tits as though trying to whip those electrodes off. But I knew they were good and secure and were unlikely to be ripped away unless her flesh tore through those sensitive nipples.

With her legs spread I was able to take special aim at her exposed pussy. Blows there were particularly satisfying, especially when I got her to spray. You have no idea how pleased I was to discover all this pain and anguish was making her cum.

I paused as the chair powered down, enjoying the view as she sat there panting heavily for breath. Then I stepped forward and caressed the side of her face. “Are you ready to take this to the next level? I know I sure am.” Then I made an adjustment to the controls to the chair before stepping back to heft my whip with great anticipation.

This time when she screamed, it was a result of an increase in electricity followed by something no woman should have to experience. Both posts had inched upward, penetrating her further. One scream in particular indicated her cervix had no doubt been ruptured.

I began whipping her again, this time swinging to draw blood. Her body jerked with each lash as she screamed in mortal agony, only for her breath to be cut off again by the tightening of the strap around her throat. I thought that was deliciously cruel the way it cut off her ability to vocalize her extreme pain.

The electrical jolts got worse as both posts moved up inside her. Her tits were now red and bloody, her stomach criss-crossed with bleeding lines. More lashes into her pussy left that bleeding as well… although amazingly she squirted harder in orgasm.

I’ve witnessed the process enough to know when we are getting into the fatal part of the program. That’s when the one post penetrates the stomach and finds the esophagus. She went wild in the chair as I continued to land blows on her bleeding stomach, her destroyed tits and her shredded pussy.

The strap tightened around her throat as though it was going to choke her to death. I whipped her hard as the chair fried her. Then the strap loosened.

She took a huge breath and tried to scream again. But her voice simply failed her. Perhaps the pain was too great to cry out.

She jerked and jolted as the posts continued to rise inside her, both also electrified. She had run out of voice, but her body performed admirably as she jerked around in the chair. Each blow of the whip that landed caused her to jerk and shudder.

I saw the pole rise in her throat at about the same time she stopped grunting and gurgling. Her eyes were wide in horror as I whipped her harder and faster. Now the chair jolted her… paused… jolted her… paused… jolted her. Her body did amazing things when the electricity hit her.

The whip whispered its love to me as I landed bloody blows on her tits, stomach and crotch. She jerked every time one landed. But she got to the point where she wasn’t jerking anymore. I suspected she was almost gone.

I went and got my dagger, returning just in time to see her head tipping back as the bloody metal tip appeared in her mouth. The strap had tightened fully and was not releasing her, causing her to jerk around in the chair. That’s when I proceeded to cut through her neck and all the way around, severing her skull from the rest of her body.

Blood poured freely along the fatal wound as she jerked and shuddered. Then the chair powered up for one prolonged electrical jolt. Her body jerked deliciously until she finally sagged in resignation as the life winked out of her eyes.

I powered the chair down and enjoyed the view. She was a bloody mess, her tits shredded as the electrodes barely clung to her nipples. Her pussy was a mass of blood and cum and torn flesh. That’s when I creamed myself.

I went over and removed her head from the pole, pulling it up off the metal. I took it into the next room to preserve for later. Then I went upstairs for a bite to eat, planning my trip out into the open sea to drop off her body in an appropriate resting place. The knowledge of her disappearing out of a Berlin nightclub never to be seen again brought a smile to my lips…

© 2017 (written for Alfred Sep 6 ’17 by Riwa)

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Death of a family 4.2 (9)

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)

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Confessions of a Realtor: Mark 4 (1)

My name is Rosanna Posey, but you can call me Rosie. I’m a realtor and I live in the greater metropolitan area. I’m 32 and single.

I work out two to three times a week in a nearby gym. I have a nice home in the suburbs. And I have a backyard pool, which is a necessity here in the hot southwest.

I’m a successful realtor here in the city. That’s because I know my stuff. I keep up on market trends, and I work hard to match the client to the right house.

I specialize in selling homes with pools, hot tubs and Jacuzzis. Like I say, here in the southwest they are a valuable asset when it comes to owning a home. So I also make sure I’m knowledgeable of my pools and spas when it comes to making a sale.

When I sign up a client with a pool or hot tub, I like to become intimate with the asset, shall we say. This means getting in and getting wet. I let the client know up front so they can understand my sales tactics.

For instance, I once sold a house with a lap pool owned by a couple being relocated by his company. I told them it helps me sell the property if I know all about the pool and have used it now and then. The couple liked my idea and allowed me free use of the pool so long as I kept it up and cleaned up after myself.

Sometimes I swam laps in it when I couldn’t make the gym. I used a part of my commission to pay for the upkeep on the pool to keep the water fresh and sparkling when I showed it off to prospective buyers. The Chestertons did not seem to mind.

Sad to say, I didn’t have it on the market very long. I sold it to a guy named Mark who was really into fitness. So I only got to use it for three weeks.

On the day of the sale my client and I were standing by the water’s edge. The pool guys had just come that morning, and the water was clear and sparkling. It looked so inviting.

Mark was hemming and hawing about the price. I asked him how important the pool was to the sale. He told me it was a really strong selling point, but that he still wasn’t sure.

After spending a few days with Mark, I knew he was one of those guys who likes to take his time making up his mind. So I told him I was going to go for a swim while he thought it over. After all, I’d anticipated his hesitancy and had come fully prepared.

He looked at me in surprise as I started to strip out of my clothes. Underneath I’d worn a red two piece just for the occasion. I suspected he would like it because I’d once caught him eyeing some chick in a tight red outfit that showed a lot of cleavage.

He looked at me as though I was nuts. “Won’t the owners be angry with you for swimming in their pool, Rosie?”

“I have their permission to show off the pool to prospective clients, Mark. I want you to know all about what you may be buying.” Then I dove head first into the deep end where it was seven feet to the bottom.

I began my swim to the opposite end of the pool while allowing Mark to “do his thinking”. When I swam back I saw him standing there looking at me appreciatively. I think he liked my “assets” just as much as the lap pool I was showing off.

I called out, “Well, Mark? Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to jump right in and give it a spin?”

“Rosie, I didn’t bring a suit with me.”

“You’re wearing briefs, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Then you’re good to go.” And with that I turned and headed off toward the opposite end to do a second lap.

I reached the end of the pool, turned around and headed back. That’s when I saw him taking his clothes off. He ended up standing there in a pair of grey boxers that were struggling to camouflage his erection and were doing a pretty poor job of it.

I reached the end and paused as I smiled at him. “Well, Mark? Are we going to have a race to the other end or not?”

He dove in head first, and I had to swim off after him. Jumping into the water like that gave him a pretty good head start. I almost caught him, but he was just fast enough to maintain his lead.

We reached the far end where we stopped for a moment at the steps leading out of the water. “So what do you think Mark? Still considering it?”

“Yeah, Rosie; I’m still thinking.”

“Don’t let me rush you, Mark. In fact, I’ll tell you what we can do. Let’s swim some laps while you think of an offer you might want to make to the Chestertons.”

“Fair enough.”

We swam several laps as he “did his thinking”. He was in really great shape, and so was that bulging cock of his. That’s when I began calculating how much of a nudge he might need to push him over the edge.

We got back to the deep end where we paused to catch our breaths. I asked him, “Are you still thinking, Mark? Or did you come up with a number?” That’s when he shot me an amount.

“I know the Chestertons, and that seems just a bit low to me. No problem though. We can still think it over. Besides, I could use another lap after that raspberry Danish I had this morning.” Then I smiled at him before we both started another lap.

When we got back to our starting point I showed him a generous helping of cleavage. Then I asked, “What do you think now, Mark?”

He shot me another number that made me smile. At least he was getting closer. “That’s not bad, Mark. I think I can get the Chestertons to come down a little. But let’s see if I can get you to come up a little more.”

I took a deep breath and then went under where I began rubbing his bulge with my hands while kissing it and blowing bubbles. Then I pulled down his briefs and took him into my mouth. He was thick and tasty, the perfect capper to the raspberry Danish I’d had earlier.

I pride myself on being able to stay down a while. After I got him good and hard I came up panting for breath. I smiled at him as I asked, “Well, Mark? What do you think?”

“I like your negotiating skills, Rosie. The place looks great, and I do love the pool. I might be able to come up another twenty grand.”

“I think that’s a really good offer, Mark. Just for sport, how about I make you a counter offer?”

“What’ve you got in mind, Rosie?”

“I’ve been working on my breath-holding skills. So why don’t I go back down and try again. If I can’t get you off before I need to come up for air, I’ll tell them your offer is good.”

“And if you should happen to, uh… get a mouthful of cum, Rosie?”

“A tasty treat like that should be worth raising your offer thirty grand instead of twenty. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Deal!” And with that I really filled my lungs before I went back down.

I took him into my mouth and gave him my best effort. Sometimes you have to go the extra mile for a client you really like. After all, you want to make sure you match them with the home that best suits them. And I was pretty sure Mark was going to enjoy the Chesterton’s home with their lap pool.

Mark had stamina and self-control; I’ll give him that. But he had no idea what I was capable of when a sale was on the line. I worshiped that cock of his as my lungs began to strain. Then I really started bobbing up and down on it as I cupped his balls.

For a moment I thought he was going to outlast me. Then I felt that familiar swelling in my mouth. A moment later I was gulping down his spurting seed just as fast as I could while my lungs screamed for air.

I waited until I had sucked him completely dry. Then I shot up to the surface with my lungs screaming at me. I gasped deeply for breath as I licked the last of his cum off my lips.

Mark smiled appreciatively at me. “Rosie, I really admire your negotiating skills. Thirty grand it is!”

“It’s going to be your home for a while, Mark. I just want you to be happy here. I can really see you out here swimming laps and enjoying the pool. So I know this place suits you.”

I smiled as we both climbed out of the water. Then I went and got a couple of towels I’d set aside, knowing I’d be in the lap pool every now and then before closing the sale. We dried ourselves off before getting back into our clothes.

I gave Mark’s offer to the Chestertons. They accepted, of course. I even think they would have accepted the twenty grand upgrade over the thirty.

They were so pleased with the sale, they gave me a five thousand dollar bonus. It was more than enough to cover the expenses for the pool upkeep with some left over. Not bad when a lady’s got to put her money where her mouth is, right?

© 2017 (written Aug 27 ’17 by riwa)

(Illustrations are courtesy of JustPaul and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Victor’s Guillotine 4 4.3 (9)

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)

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