Victor’s Guillotine

Dorothy paid for my salad before we went to a table. I hadn’t seen her in months. Then from out of the blue she called me and wanted to have lunch with me today. It made me suspicious.

I finally asked her, “So how are you and James doing?”

“We’re good, Julie; we’re good. In fact…”

She paused to take another bite out of her salad. Then she put down her fork. “We’ve been going to Victor’s parties lately. So our sex life has really taken off.”

“Sex life? Victor? What do you mean? Who’s Victor?”

“Victor Castle owns that mansion 20 miles out of town. He hosts these parties every month or so. James and I have been to the last three. And our sex life has never been better.”

“I don’t understand. Are you telling me your sex life is better because of these parties?”

“You don’t know?”

“Know what, Dottie?”

He has this guillotine in his basement. It’s… a special guillotine.”

“A guillotine? Like a chop-your-head-off guillotine?”

“Just like that,” she chuckled as she took a sip of her iced tea. “It’s fully functional. You wouldn’t believe the special refinements he’s added to it. In fact, that’s why I got hold of you to have lunch today.”

“What are you talking about, Dottie? Speak English, ok?” I rolled my eyes, knowing she sometimes takes a few minutes to get to the point.

“You know how you once confided to me about enjoying risky sex?”

“Yeah.”

“…and you remember telling me about that box of condoms with the poisoned one… condom roulette you called it?”

“You mind getting to the point, Dottie?” I could tell she was excited about something as she was breathing heavily.

She took another sip of her iced tea to steady her nerves. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Victor’s guillotine is set up for risky sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“You lie down on it and you stick your head in the lunette. It slides down on top of your neck. Once it’s latched, it makes a connection that triggers a timer.”

“A timer, Dottie?”

“He has a timer rigged into his guillotine, Julie. You lie down on the bench and you stick your head in the lunette. Once it’s latched, the timer is set into motion. Then you get fucked by your husband or boyfriend.”

“And then what?” What the hell was this point she was trying to make??

“The timer is set on a random program, Julie. At every party he resets it to start all over again. Sometime within the next two hours, the blade falls while some woman is lying with her head in the lunette. But no one knows when that moment will come. That’s what makes it so risky.”

I stared at her in mid bite. Was she saying what I thought she was saying??

“You think your random lethal condom is hot, Julie? Try riding a guillotine while getting fucked, never knowing if or when the blade might fall.”

“You’re kidding; right, Dottie? He would never allow a woman to be beheaded, would he?”

“It’s all perfectly legal. He has us sign papers if we want to take the risk. Afterwards we get cooked and eaten if we end up beheaded. So it sort of turns into an impromptu barbecue.”

I put my fork down and stared at her in astonishment. “Dottie, don’t tell me you took the risk!”

“Three times so far, Julie. And each time I came up a storm the moment James filled my cunt with his seed… especially the last two.”

“Dottie, you’re joking! Victor wouldn’t risk cutting your head off like that, would he?”

“At first I thought he was joking too. The first time I rode it was at the ten minute mark. James fucked me for twelve minutes in the machine before he came inside me. Then he let me out and that was that. But the orgasm I experienced was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.”

“And…?”

“Well, it was the second time I rode it that I really understood what Victor had done. You see we were alone down there in his basement fucking in the guillotine. Sometimes you can fuck in private, and sometimes you have an audience. I have to tell you, having people watch you with the chance you might lose your head makes it even hotter.”

By now I was hanging on her every word, my breathing heavy and labored. “So you were riding it the second time and…”

“When we got done I told Victor I wasn’t sure if his machine worked, you know? I mean it’s one thing to fuck in a guillotine with the blade permanently locked in place. It’s entirely different knowing the blade could come down on you at any moment.”

“Yeah, I suppose I’d agree with that.”

“I was in it from thirty-five minutes to forty-seven minutes before we got done and I got released. I told Victor I really wondered if his guillotine worked or not. So he brought down the lunette and latched it, setting the timer in motion.”

She paused as she took another bite of her salad. Then she said, “Do you know what happened next?” I just gave her a look as though impatient for her to get on with it.

“At the fifty-one minute mark the blade suddenly came whooshing down while James and I were standing there looking at it. When that happened, well… I orgasmed hard and then fainted dead away. They had to awaken me with smelling salts.”

I dropped my fork onto my salad plate as my mouth went dry. Right then I could feel how wet my pussy had suddenly become. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Came right down just like that,” Dottie panted as she snapped her fingers for emphasis. I could tell she’d become terribly aroused from retelling the story judging by how hard her nipples had become behind that blouse she was wearing.

I was stunned. “Dottie, has he ever… I mean… has he…?” I swallowed hard before I finally gasped, “Has he ever actually beheaded anybody?”

“Two girls in the last seven months… or so I’m told. He barbecues the bodies and has a great big feast. But James and I haven’t witnessed a beheading yet.”

I stared at her as it suddenly hit me. “Wait a minute!” I declared as I put my hand up. “You said that was the second time you went to one of his parties. But you told me you’ve actually gone three different times??”

“That’s right, Julie.” Her eyes had glazed over and she was breathing hard.

“So despite knowing his bloody guillotine works, you went back… and tried it again??” I couldn’t believe it!

She just sat there with a drugged look as she panted for breath. Now she had me captivated. I wanted to know all the crazy details.

“So what happened, Dottie? Tell me what happened!”

“Well, during this third party we went to, we found out there were people down in the basement riding the guillotine. And there were three or four couples down there watching.”

“People were watching each other ride his bloody guillotine??”

She nodded breathlessly. “The timer had reached 42 minutes when the last girl got off. He’s got a digital display on the front wall so the girl can watch. And he’s got one on the rail to the blade so the guy fucking her can also keep track of the time.”

I looked at her carefully. That’s when it occurred to me. “Dottie, what did you do?” But I was already trembling anticipating her answer.

“I told James I wanted to take the chance and ride the guillotine again. Victor had some forms right there on a nearby table. So I went right over and signed one. You should have seen how excited those other couples were when they learned I was going to ride the guillotine with James fucking the shit out of me.”

“Bloody hell, Dottie; you didn’t!”

“I stripped naked because all the girls ride the guillotine naked. Then I got all strapped in. Victor latched the lunette which set the timer in motion because I could see it going on the wall right in front of me. Julie, I damn near orgasmed right then and there thinking the blade could fall at any moment! Then James started fucking me. In no time at all I was screaming his name as I started cumming.”

“Dottie, are you fucking kidding me??” I couldn’t believe it! I was breathless from a perverse excitement at her story.

I came three times while he was fucking me. He rammed me hard and fast because I don’t think he wanted to lose me. I think he came in about five minutes. Afterwards, Victor stepped up and popped the latch to stop the time. Gawd, Julie; I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard!”

She paused as she sat there with a faraway look in her eyes. Then she told me, “The guys who were watching all cheered for me as the girls gasped how hot it was seeing me take the risk riding the bloody thing. They were all naked too, Julie. Do you know how many hard cocks I saw while James was fucking me senseless? I think they were all hoping to see me lose my head.”

By this point I was trembling with excitement. The crazy bitch knew about some of my kinks and fantasies, as we had shared a couple of them during a previous meal together. But I had no idea she would stir me up like that.

I shook my head as I tried to finish my salad. Dottie was eating and then stopped as she lifted up a hand and looked right at it. “Bloody hell, love! I’m shaking like a leaf just thinking about it!”

“Dottie, you’re crazy! Do you know that?”

She leaned forward and conspiratorially whispered, “There’s another party coming up. I have permission to invite someone. Julie, do you want to come?”

“Yes… no… oh bloody hell!”

I stared at her incredulously, my own body beginning to tremble. I could feel how wet I’d become from her tale. If this story was true…

“When’s the next one?” I asked, leaning in close and whispering in a trembling voice.

“Two weeks, love.” Then she looked down at her salad and pushed it away.

“I’m not hungry anymore. I need James again.” Then she stood up, told me she would see me later, and then rushed off, leaving me horny and breathing heavily…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jun 28 ’17 by riwa)