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I got a call from Dorothy one week later. She asked me if I still wanted to go. I told her I did but that I didn’t have a date to bring with me.
“No problem, love,” she replied. “James and I will be happy to drop by and take you with us.” I told her I was grateful and that I’d be ready when they came to get me.
I cleared my Saturday schedule before picking out a nice sundress to wear. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Was this something I wouldn’t mind literally being caught dead in if the blade fell on my neck? I decided I would wait and see how the day unfolded before considering volunteering for Victor’s guillotine.
They picked me up about 10 am. Dorothy was wearing a colorful skirt and blouse with heels. James wore casual as he smiled at me while sitting in the driver’s seat.
“So you’re Julie, eh? Dorothy told me a little about you. Are you thinking of riding the guillotine today?”
“I’m not sure,” I told him nervously.
“I think we can get her into the guillotine, love,” Dorothy chuckled at her husband. “We can just let her lie in it for a few minutes before shutting down the timer and taking her out. Of course, if you ask me I say being fucked in the guillotine is best of all.”
“Are you sure you want to ride it again, darling? I hadn’t planned on eating you before going home as a widower.”
“You can always take Julie here home with you, James… right Julie?”
I laughed nervously as I thought about where we were going. Personally I wasn’t going to believe it until I saw it in person. But the thought of it was certainly making me moist. That’s when I realized I probably should have brought a change of knickers with me.
The mansion looked impressive from the outside as we drove up the lane. A man came out and offered to park their car. I got out with James and Dorothy, watching as he drove their car around the corner.
When we went inside I was surprised to discover the mansion wasn’t nearly as elegant as it looked on the outside. Apparently our host had simpler tastes. In fact I was able to pick him right out as he was talking to a small group of people.
He saw us and excused himself before he came over to us. He wore comfortable shoes, slacks, a shirt and vest. His hair was greying, and it made him look warm and comfortable… almost fatherly.
“Dorothy… James… so good of you to return.” Then he gallantly took my hand. “And who might this lady be with the lovely red hair?”
“This is Julie,” James told him with a smile.
“She’s here to ride your guillotine, Victor,” Dorothy added with a grin.
I blushed as he smiled at me. “Indeed. Another visitor who desires the thrill of seeing my monstrosity? I fear I’m getting something of a reputation.”
“Not so monstrous,” Dottie told him with a smile. “…not when it gives off some of the best orgasms ever.”
“But at great risk, my dear.”
“That’s what makes them so intense.”
He chuckled pleasantly. Then he told me, “Don’t let anyone talk you into doing something you don’t want to do, my dear. Enjoy my hospitality. Now if you will excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.” And with that he headed over to the door to great some newcomers.
James and Dorothy looked all around. I saw them point out people they recognized from their last visit. Then Dorothy looked at me and smiled.
“I bet you want to see the guillotine right away, right? C’mon, James. Let’s go show it to Julie. Maybe she’ll want to get the party started early so Victor can have some girlmeat for later.”
I felt a tremor of nervousness as Dorothy grabbed my arm. Together she and her husband led me through the interior. Then we went down some stairs.
We opened the door to a large basement room. The guillotine sat right in the middle, prominently displayed as the center of attention. It had a red cushioned bench as it faced the wall. A monitor hung on the wall in front for the individual in the guillotine to be able to keep track of the time. Another small monitor clung to the silver metal railing for the blade. It was exactly the way Dorothy had described it to me.
I gasped as I looked at it. “Can I…?” I started to say. Dorothy just grinned at me as she nodded.
I walked up to it and touched it with my hand. There was a very nice wicker basket about two feet high placed directly below where the head stuck out of the lunette. The floor was marble and sloped into a channel from the wicker basket to a hole along the wall, apparently to more easily drain away the blood.
I looked up at the gleaming blade, hesitantly reaching up as though to touch it. “Careful; it’s sharp,” James warned me. “One of his guests told me he got a little careless and got a nice cut on his hand.”
I pulled my hand back as my breath caught in my throat. I looked at the monitor on the wall as well as the one on the railing. The digital timers on both read 0:00.
“Looks like you’re first,” Dorothy chuckled at me. “Want to try it out, Julie?”
“It wouldn’t, uh… it wouldn’t come down on me prematurely, would it?”
“Who knows,” she laughed. “If it does I guess we’ll be having roast Julie for supper.”
As I stared at it, I found myself giving careful consideration to the idea of lying down on it just to see what it felt like. “I don’t… I don’t know. Will the timer kick in if I’m just lying in it?”
“The timer always kicks in once the lunette is latched, Julie. Would you like to try it out?”
I turned and looked at her as she smiled at me with amusement. I could actually see her nipples trying to poke through her blouse despite the bra she was wearing. “What about you, Dottie? Aren’t you going to ride it?”
James smiled at me as he held his bride close. “I think she wants to climb aboard after some time has elapsed. She thinks it will be more of a thrill that way. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Dorothy looked at her husband with visible excitement in her eyes. “Bloody hell yes, darling,” she panted. Then she took a deep breath before grabbing my arm.
“C’mon, love. I think you should try it out.”
“Dottie, I’m not so sure.” I was starting to get nervous. I was also wet as hell, and I didn’t want anyone to find out.
“Nonsense!” she declared as she led me over to the bench. “You can break it in and start the timer for us, love.”
“Dottie, I’m n-not sure…”
“C’mon, love. You know you want to!”
My mouth went dry as she pulled me over to the infernal contraption. “Down you go!” she gasped as she pushed me face down onto the bench. “Now stick your head right on through while James and I strap you down.”
“I don’t… I’m not… I mean…”
“That’s a lovely sundress,” she told me. ”I’m sure Victor will make sure it goes to a good home should the blade fall early.” She sure wasn’t helping matters any.
She helped slide me forward until my head went right on through. The wicker basket appeared directly below me, and I thought I saw red stains in the bottom and along the sides. I looked up to see that monitor on the wall with its digital numbers reading 0:00.
I got the shakes something fierce. If I didn’t hurry up and ask to be let out, that timer was going to start ticking away! I whimpered as they secured me with the straps until my arms were pinned to my sides.
My legs hung off the end of the bench as though I was kneeling, my knees not quite reaching the floor. It was the right position for having some male fuck me from behind on his knees. I gasped for breath, afraid of the timer starting and yet almost secretly longing for it.
About that time I heard the door open. Female voices entered the room. “Good morning, Dorothy. Who’s in the guillotine?”
“This is my friend Julie, Victoria. I see you and Louisa are back for more.”
“You know us, love. I see you and James returned as well.”
“I can’t seem to keep her away, ladies.”
“Careful, James, or you might find yourself going home alone.” Then I heard good-natured laughter.
I squirmed on the bench. The timer hadn’t even started yet, and I was getting both impatient and nervous. I was breathless as hell… and unbelievably wet.
“I see you haven’t started the timer yet. Mind if I have a go at her, Dottie?”
“Go right ahead, Louisa. I think she wants to go for a ride.” I couldn’t see behind me so I had no idea what Louisa or Dorothy had in mind.
A woman walked around in front of me wearing black heels and fishnet stockings. I looked up to see an attractive brunette with breasts far bigger than mine. She lifted my head up to look at me as she smiled.
“Hi love. I just love your red hair. Do you mind if I start you off?”
“I’m, uh… I’m not sure…”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled.
I heard a click somewhere behind me on the lunette. A moment later the timer in front of me started ticking… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03… Then I felt someone lift the hem of my dress.
“Ooh, she’s wet already!” Louisa chuckled. I felt movement as though someone was right behind me. Then I felt a hand rubbing my crotch.
I gasped and whimpered, writhing helplessly as the timer ticked on… 0:16… 0:17… 0:18. She rubbed me until my face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She was certainly being intimate with me.
“Just look at her, James,” I heard Dorothy gasp breathlessly. “Julie likes it.”
“Louisa likes playing with her too,” Victoria’s voice added with an amused chuckle.
I wriggled and squirmed as she rubbed me through my knickers. I was so embarrassed. They were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest as she loudly observed, “She’s really wet, Dorothy. You think she’s going to like it as much as you do?”
“I doubt anyone likes it as much as my crazy wife.”
“James, you might be surprised,” Victoria responded.
I waited until the timer reached 0:58… 0:59… 1:00. “I’m done!” I gasped anxiously. I was embarrassed the way Louisa was rubbing me, and I wanted off.
“Oh, you’re not done yet,” Dorothy laughed. “Didn’t I tell you? Each ride is a minimum of five minutes. Otherwise everyone would try it for only a minute. Makes it much more exciting that way, wouldn’t you agree, Julie?”
I gasped in alarm. “Bloody hell, Dottie! You never told me that!” Then I felt Louisa pull my soaked knickers aside as she started rubbing her fingers between the folds of my labia.
I whimpered and moaned as I looked at the timer… 1:13… 1:14… 1:15. What the hell had I gotten myself into?? What if the blade came down before my five minutes were up??
“Gawd, she’s making me wet!” Dorothy observed breathlessly.
“She’s making me wet too, love,” Victoria added. “Louisa there will be next… that is, if Julie survives her five minute minimum. Maybe Victor will allow me to keep her head on my mantel. I just love flowing red hair.”
I let out a cry of alarm, only for Louisa to start fingering my nub. I began to tremble as I whimpered plaintively. Then I heard a familiar voice ask, “Is it everything you thought it would be, love?”
“B-bloody hell, Dottie C-can’t you get me out of here??”
“You wanted to come and ride the machine, remember?”
“I didn’t say I w-wanted to ride it!”
“You didn’t give me a definite no, love.” I mentally cursed her because she was right.
1:38… 1:39… 1:40…
As the timer reached two minutes I felt Louisa wriggle a couple of fingers inside me. Then I heard her tell her companion, “She’s really wet, Victoria.”
“That’s because she’s just as excited about riding the machine as you get when I make you ride it, love.”
“You m-make her ride it, Victoria?” Now I was starting to get concerned as I watched that bloody timer. I had only ridden it over two minutes… and yet I was frightened out of my mind as well as being amazingly wet down below.
“I suppose ‘make’ is a rather strong word, Julie. Let’s just say she loves to ride it for me. But I think deep down she loves the thrill she gets from it. And I do know how to reward her for her obedience.”
Julie’s fingers slid in and out of me, causing me to moan and whimper. “She’s really wet, Victoria. Mind if I make her cum?”
“It’s certainly ok with me, Louisa. I think James and Dorothy here would love to see that as well.”
I whimpered as I looked at the timer… 2:25… 2:26… 2:27. Bloody hell; I still had two and a half minutes to go! Was I going to lose my head over this??
“Gawd, just look at her!” Dorothy gasped from somewhere behind me. I heard footsteps as she came around front. I looked up to see her standing there as she grinned at me.
“How’s it feel, love?”
“I don’t… I can’t… b-bloody hell, I don’t…”
“That good, eh?”
She chuckled as Louisa thrust her fingers in and out of my dripping twat. She used her other hand to finger my nub. I was on fire with a terrible arousal, embarrassed as hell with everyone watching me. Then I heard the door open as another voice joined in…
“Hey, I see someone’s riding the guillotine already.” He sounded French.
“Hello, Renard. That’s my friend Julie. I told her about it during lunch a couple weeks ago. She told me she couldn’t wait to go for a ride.”
“I suppose going early is the best way; right, Dorothy… especially if you want to try it out with minimum risk? Still, I suppose you never know when the blade will fall since Victor set it to randomly fall at any time.”
I whimpered again as Louisa really fingered me while rubbing my nub. I would have enjoyed a male fucking me, but I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Besides, she was making me wriggle like crazy the way she was playing with me down there.
I panted for breath as I watched the timer. 3:14… 3:15… 3:16. At least I was beyond the halfway point. But what if the damned blade came down before it reached 5:00??
Louisa played with my pussy like she’d done it many times before. I saw another set of heels and fishnet stockings come into view. I looked up to see a woman in long dark hair all dressed in black. It must have been Victoria.
“So what do you think of my lovely Louisa, hun? Isn’t she the best?”
I whimpered as I blushed, knowing she could see me getting fingered. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the timer. Why the hell wouldn’t it hurry up already??
The timer had just reached 4:00 when I felt a tongue poking around my anus. It made me clench and shiver as I gasped for breath. The fingers slid in and out at a faster rate as I began to feel it swell within me.
“Are you going to make her cum before the blade falls?” Dorothy gasped with delight. “Or are you going to wait and tease her?” In response I heard Louisa giggle as she poked my anus with her tongue again.
I writhed and whimpered, my eyes staring at that damned monitor on the wall. 4:21… 4:22… 4:23… My breath caught in my throat as I felt the heat of embarrassment all over my face.
“Make her cum!” I heard Dorothy gasp. That’s when Louisa began thrusting harder as she really began tonguing my hole.
I really began to wriggle in the guillotine, partially terrified I might somehow dislodge the damned blade. Victoria reached down and lifted my head up. “Is she making you feel good, love?” I grimaced and whimpered while panting for breath.
The timer had just passed 4:40 when Louisa really began tonguing me as she fingered me good and hard. She really worked on my nub with her other hand. It swelled within me until I cried out at the 4:52 mark.
It flushed warmly through my entire body. At the same time I felt an immense humiliation at cumming right in front of everyone watching me. “Gawd, that’s lovely!” Victoria gasped.
I was panting for breath when Louisa proudly proclaimed, “DONE!” Then she rose up and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 5:03.
I panted like crazy as I was unstrapped and let out of the machine. I rose unsteadily to my feet. I saw Dorothy looking at me with a rapturous expression as she gasped, “Bloody hell, you looked lovely cumming like that!”
I reached out to steady myself. I got a good look at Renard who looked about ten years older than me. Then I turned and saw Victoria stripping Louisa out of her attire as she told her, “Ok, my pet. Julie broke it in for us. Now it’s your turn…
© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jul 7 ’17 by riwa)