6
“So what did you think of eating Rita?” Dorothy asked before putting another forkful of salad into her mouth.
“Surprising actually.”
“Oh? In what way?”
“I thought eating human flesh would really gross me out. But Victor cooked it so well that I had to remind myself I was eating what used to be another human being. And it helped settle me down the way Jeff joked about us eating his girlfriend, especially since he told us he might go find another girl to bring next month.”
“She certainly was good eating,” Dorothy agreed with a smile. “But my memories are of what happened down in the guillotine room… the way her body jerked the moment the blade fell.”
She paused to take another bite out of her salad. It was a week later, and we were eating at that very same café where she’d gotten me curious about Victor’s parties. Then she smiled at me.
“I felt the same way at first about eating meat that came from a human being… that is, until I found out how good they tasted. You remember how Victor sent some of her meat home with us? I fixed some of her the other day with some vegetables for supper… sort of our way to remember her and the erotic way she was beheaded, you know? Even James thought she was good eating.”
“Yes she was.” But as I paused to think about Rita, I found myself thinking about the way she had died.
“Did you know I had a running bet with James you would ride the guillotine again before the day was over? You won me five pounds, Julie.” She chuckled as she shook her head before taking another bite.
I gave her a dirty look. “If I would have known that, love, I might not have ridden it at all.” But she saw right through me.
“I doubt that, love. I saw how you were when you rode it the first time and the way Louisa made you cum. Once you have an orgasm knowing the blade can fall at any moment, you’re virtually hooked.”
“I am not.”
“Then why did you go back down and ride it again?”
“I wanted to put that bitch Prudence in her place.”
“You could have just insulted her. Riding the guillotine seems an awful big risk just to get back at someone. I think you wanted to ride it again with a cock up your pussy. He was really good, wasn’t he?”
My face flushed crimson at the remembrance of it all. She laughed as she told me, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Oh shut up and eat your salad.” She just laughed again as she took another bite.
The orgasms had definitely felt incredible. And to be honest, it hadn’t really mattered all that much about showing up Prudence, although that’s what I kept trying to tell myself. I was already thinking about what it might be like to ride it again.
“You know there’s another one in three weeks, right? Renard will be there in case Victor needs help putting another body on to roast. Wouldn’t you like to see him again? Wouldn’t you like him to fuck you while you’re going for another risky ride?”
“Of course not. You’re crazy!” But I was already starting to think about it.
“Aw c’mon, love. It would be the ride of your life and you know it. I bet you’re already imagining what the orgasms are going to feel like; am I right?”
“No I’m not! I don’t know where you get your silly ideas.”
“I get ‘em from the expression on your face, love. I knew something had happened when you came outside to eat with the rest of us. I’d wondered where you’d gotten off to. Then I saw how your face looked all flushed and the way you seemed breathless. There was a glow about you as though you’d just been fucked. That’s when I knew even before you told us.”
“Oh, shut up and eat your salad.”
“Three weeks, Julie. Shall James and I swing by around tenish? You won’t make the lunch buffet, but I’m sure Victor can have you ready for supper. I’ll see if James wants to keep your head on our dining room table when we’re eating you with peas and carrots.”
“Dottie, you’re hopeless. I tell you; I’m not going!”
“Ten am, love?”
“Better make it ten-thirty.”
“Hah!”
She laughed as I blushed again. Telling her I wasn’t going just wasn’t going to fly. Besides, I was getting aroused thinking about Renard fucking me in the guillotine again, the blade hovering dangerously over my head. I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge blunder.
–
Something was different when Dorothy came to pick me up. For one thing, I saw she was behind the wheel. For another, there was this strange man in the passenger seat I didn’t recognize.
He quickly got out and opened the door for me so I could sit in front with Dorothy. “This is Richard,” she told me with a smile. “He flew over from the States.”
“Where’s James?”
“Work called him away. He knew this was going to happen two weeks in advance. So I asked him if I could invite this friend over from America. Richard has never seen a working guillotine before.”
“Is that so?” I asked him with a smile.
“No, ma’am,” he answered politely. “It seems our country doesn’t have quite the history with guillotines that your country does. Dorothy’s description of what happened at your last party was rather vivid. I guess my curiosity got the better of me.”
Dorothy teasingly told him, “You just want to see a naked lady lose her head while she’s getting fucked, love. Am I right?” He blushed as he lowered his head.
He was very nice, with a warm smile and a good physique. I don’t know why I had this flickering thought of what it would feel like if he fucked me in the guillotine. Then I found myself wondering if Dorothy might ask him to fuck her in a risky gamble. What the hell would James say if he lost his wife to the blade while another bloke was fucking her??
I looked at him and smiled, telling myself this day might get interesting. “It’s nice to meet you, Richard. Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get to see a beheading today. Then we’ll find out if that American palate can handle the taste of us English wenches.”
“I, uh… that would be interesting.”
I got in and he politely closed the door behind me before he went around and got Dorothy’s door. She told me she’d known Richard a few years and had wanted to invite him over across the pond for some time. But there just hadn’t been a good excuse until now.
I gave her a questioning look. She just laughed, giving me a dismissive wave as he climbed into the back of her car. Then she told me, “Today I’m sitting this one out, love. James isn’t coming so I’m going to be a good wife.”
“Are you really?” I asked in challenge, briefly glancing into the back seat at our attractive guest before looking right at her. That’s when I saw something flicker in her eyes. She turned away, fumbled for the keys, and then mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out before starting up the motor. I decided not to push it.
–
We arrived and went right inside. Dorothy led us straight to the wetbar. Lorraine was already there in a very nice sundress.
She greeted us with a smile. “I expected you to return, love,” she told Dorothy with a twinkle in her eyes. “And it’s nice to see you again, Julie. But I didn’t know you were bringing someone new with you. Who is this charming gentleman? What happened to James?”
“James had to work, love. This is Richard. He flew all the way over from the States to see your guillotine in action. I told him James couldn’t make it, so I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
“Nice to meet you, Richard,” Lorraine said with her usual charm. “Can I get you something to drink?”
He nodded politely as he told her what he’d like. She went right off to fix it for him before bringing over the requests Dorothy and I put in. Then she leaned toward us against the bar top after we had our drinks.
“So you came back; eh, Julie?”
I blushed as I told her, “Well… Dorothy sort of talked me into it.”
“You didn’t need much arm-twisting, love.”
“Oh shut up and enjoy your drink.” She just laughed as she took another sip.
“Everyone’s out back enjoying the late morning air, love. Victor’s got some meat cooking. He has something planned for supper if the guillotine doesn’t send us any roasters.” She gave me a sly smile, and I felt an erotic quiver.
“How about you, Julie?” Dorothy suggested with a wink as she nudged me. “Want to go out in a blaze of glory so Victor can have someone to roast?”
“Ha-ha; very funny.” But her remark did not help matters any as I felt my pussy start to get moist.
Dorothy picked up her drink. “Let’s go outside and say hi.” Richard dutifully followed her out.
I lagged behind for a moment to talk to Lorraine alone. When they were gone I quietly asked, “Is Renard here?”
“He certainly is, love. And he came alone.”
Once more she gave me that charming smile of hers. I nervously smiled back. She had answered the important question I’d wanted to ask but had been hesitant to vocalize.
“Thanks, Lorraine. I think I’ll go out and mingle.”
“Have a nice time, love. Don’t let anyone force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded my thanks, appreciative of her concern before heading for the backyard.
I went out and saw there was quite a collection of couples. Dorothy and Richard were over talking to Ken and Sybil Wylie and a couple I didn’t recognize. She waved at me… “Oh, there you are” before she went back to her conversation.
I spotted Renard talking to Jeff and a new girl. I took the bull by the horns by going right over. He smiled as I approached.
“Nice to see you again, Julie. You remember Jeff, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” I said as we hugged briefly. “I, uh… I’m sorry… I guess… about Rita I mean.”
He gave me a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it, Julie. She wanted to ride the guillotine.” Then he introduced me to the short haired, dark blonde in the light blue skirt and blouse standing by his side.
“This is Kimberly Struthers. She was a friend of Rita’s. I was just telling Renard how Kimberly wanted to come check out the guillotine after I told her Rita got beheaded and then eaten for supper.”
“How do you do?” I asked as I shook her hand. “Are you, uh… hoping to ride the guillotine?”
“I don’t know, Julie; I haven’t decided. The way Jeff described it makes it sound positively gruesome. Yet there’s something about it I find kind of exciting.”
“That was my initial reaction as well when Dorothy told me about it that day while we were having lunch. So I decided to come out with her and see what it was all about for myself. I was here last month when Rita lost her head. In fact I was down there watching the moment the blade fell.”
“Oh? What was that like?”
“Horrifying… and yet… how can I say this without making it sound perverse? It was sort of… sexy?”
“That’s a good word for it,” Jeff said with a laugh. “Of course, for me it was more than a little sexy.” He looked at Kimberly before adding, “I hope I’m not over-romanticizing it for you or anything like that.”
She giggled at him as she shook her head. “No, you just make me curious is all.” I found myself wondering how long it would be before she tried riding it for herself… and whether or not she would let Jeff fuck her while she was riding it naked.”
The four of us stood there chatting for a while. I was tempted to go mingle, but I felt comfortable standing close to Renard. He seemed happy to see me, and I liked being in his company.
Jeff and Kimberly were called over to Ken and Sybil Wylie and that new couple. Dorothy and Richard had moved off to talk to the Warrens. When we were alone Renard stepped closer and smiled at me. “So you decided to make a return visit, eh?”
I nervously brushed aside a strand of red hair before telling him, “Dorothy has this way of talking a girl into something.”
“Are you sure that’s it? Or could it be something else?” He smiled knowingly at me.
“Not you too??”
“The ladies who show up often have more than a morbid curiosity. Nine times out of ten it doesn’t take much to get them to go for a ride. Look how easy it was to get you to ride it twice.”
I blushed again. “Just because I rode it last time doesn’t mean I’m going to ride it this time.” He just chuckled as he shook his head.
At that moment Lorraine came outside. She strode right over to Victor and started talking animatedly. Clearly she wasn’t happy about something.
Their voices got a little louder and I heard him ask her, “Did you try talking her out of it?”
“Victor, you know she doesn’t listen to me!”
“Darling, she doesn’t listen to me either.”
“Uh-oh,” Renard observed. “This doesn’t look good. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Julie?”
“Certainly.” Then he headed off in their direction.
I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there alone like an idiot while watching their discussion. Most of the other couples had gone silent, quietly observing the drama.
When Renard walked over to Victor and Lorraine, they lowered their voices when they realized they were being listened to. I watched and waited before taking a couple of tentative steps in their direction. I was curious as to what was going on. Then I heard Renard tell them, “I’ll go down and keep an eye on her.”
He walked away, only to catch sight of me standing there with a confused look on my face. Some of the couples went back to their conversations. Others watched as he came over to me and shook his head.
“Prudence is here with another boyfriend. She brought some friends with her. She headed right on down to the guillotine room despite Lorraine’s objections. So I told them I’d go down and see what’s going on.”
“Oh… ok.”
“Care to join me?”
“I’d like that, Renard… if it’s not any trouble.”
“No trouble at all, Julie. C’mon.”
We headed inside and went straight for the stairs down to the guillotine room. Renard seemed a little anxious… as though we’d be wise not to waste any time getting down there. Was Prudence riding the guillotine against her mother’s wishes?
We were partway down the stairs when we heard voices drifting up to us. Renard reached out an arm to stop us as we both stopped and listened. It sounded like the guillotine was in use…
“Prudence, I’m not sure I want to do this anymore!”
“Aww, what’s the matter, Vicki? You told me before you came with us that you wanted to go for a ride!”
“P-Prudence, I’m s-scared!”
“But aren’t you excited as well? Isn’t it the least bit of a turn-on knowing the blade could fall any second now?”
“P-Prudence, I don’t want to ride this anymore!”
“Fuck her hard, Wayne! Enjoy that last orgasm before the blade falls, Vicki! Dad’s going to love roasting your meaty ass!”
“PRUDENCE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
“Better enjoy that last orgasm while you can, love! It’s going to feel so good when the blade comes down and severs your head!”
At the scream Renard bolted down the remaining steps as I rushed down after him. I saw him leap into the room and rush toward the guillotine. The timer on the monitor on the wall read 54:18.
Prudence and a new guy I didn’t recognize were standing near the front of the guillotine where the new girl’s head was sticking out. Prudence had a maniacal look in her eyes. Her boyfriend looked like he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, although he seemed to be genuinely interested in the outcome.
A new girl sporting short, dirty blonde hair was strapped down naked, rocking from the thrusts while wailing for her life. A naked young man was fucking her hard as Prudence urged him on. My breath caught in my throat as a surge of wildly erotic tingles coursed through my body.
Renard rushed up to the machine just as Prudence noticed his arrival… “Renard, what are you doing down here? Wait, what are you doing?? Daddy needs a roaster so I can go for a ride afterwards, right?? Renard, STOP IT!”
He quickly plugged some numbers into the control pad as the poor girl let out another cry. “Renard, damnit; she’s cumming! Leave her alone!” A moment later the timer on the monitor on the wall froze at 54:49.
The naked girl noticed the timer had stopped ticking away. Her screams faded away as she gasped for breath before going into spasms. I think she fainted dead away, even though her companion was still fucking her. That’s when Prudence wailed, “DAMN YOU, RENARD! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”
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