7
Dorothy and Clarinda whimpered again as Monique led us back up onto the stage. I took Clarinda while Stewart escorted Dorothy. The girls were trembling with fright; eyes wide, nipples hard, and pussies glistening.
Monique has us wait until the guillotines stopped near the front of the stage. I could see the guests starting to return. Some were murmuring excitedly to themselves as others pointed us out onstage near the guillotines.
I looked down to see Mistress had taken up a spot on a couch near the front. She had this big smile on her face. Amazingly she seemed just as excited, if not more, than I was.
Monique turned to us and asked, “Who gets which color?” I blurted out “Black” without clarifying which girl. The executrix smiled as she took Clarinda and moved her over to the guillotine with the black frame.
The poor girl whimpered again as she was pushed down onto her stomach upon a cushioned bench. Monique slid her forward, telling her, “Let’s get your head into position, honey.” Clarinda whimpered again, and I couldn’t tell what she was trying to say. But I got the impression she wanted Mistress to reconsider and to get her down from there.
An attendant came over to the edge of the stage and motioned at me to come over. She had three different sized strap-ons for me to choose from. Sadistically I chose the big, black one. I really wanted to enjoy fucking Clarinda. Besides, she was on probation for something and probably deserved it.
Stew stood quietly with Dorothy, waiting his turn as Monique strapped Clarinda down so she couldn’t move her arms or wriggle around much. More people were gathering to watch, and I felt a little self-conscious at the crowd we were attracting. But I shrugged my shoulders as I dropped my robe and started to attach the strap-on to my waist.
When she was done with Clarinda, Monique smiled and asked if I needed any help. When I told her no she went over to retrieve Dorothy. The poor thing let out a muffled cry as Stewart helped Monique put her down onto her stomach on the bench of the red-framed guillotine.
I checked the strap-on to make sure it was on nice and tight. Then I swatted Clarinda’s ass as her legs hung down, causing her to stiffen and grunt for me. Her butt was right there, and I was eager to give her a sexy, public fucking.
Dorothy whimpered in anguish as Monique strapped her down to the bench. Her head was locked into the lunette, resulting in another muffled cry of alarm. Stew looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and then dropped his robe. He was nice and hard, and it made me jealous as hell.
We both waited as the attendant at the roulette wheel started taking bets. There was a pause over there as Monique got everyone’s attention. Then she began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are all in for a real treat. Our guest executioner for our recent hanging has consented to participate in a little guillotine exhibition. The sister of the girl who’s just been hanged is currently risking her neck in the red guillotine. One of our attendants has graciously volunteered to fill the black guillotine. Over at the wheel Monroe will be taking your bets as to which head will come off and which one will stay on. It’s a fifty-fifty proposition with each girl hoping her color comes up to spare her neck. So take this moment to go over and make a wager on the outcome if you’d like.”
There was clapping and excited murmuring. Several guests rushed over to place bets. Others pointed at me as though recognizing me from the hanging while looking forward to my participation with the guillotines. Then Monique turned to us and smiled as we stood there patiently.
“We can’t have you standing there waiting, can we… not when there are a couple of lovely ladies for you to enjoy, right? So go right ahead… fuck any hole you want!”
I looked at Stewart who looked back at me and smiled. Then I cruelly pushed the tip of my phallus against Clarinda’s anus. She let out a cry of alarm as I slowly worked the toy all the way inside.
I looked down to the couch to see Mistress smiling at me. It reassured me as to which hole I’d deliberately chosen. Apparently she didn’t mind which one I took.
I heard Dorothy cry out as Stew shoved his dick inside her. I couldn’t tell which hole he’d picked, not that it mattered. All I knew was that I really wanted him to enjoy the moment.
We started fucking our charges as more guests streamed in. Several went right over to the roulette wheel to place their bets. Apparently the attendant over there was doing a brisk business taking wagers.
I felt a surge of incredible excitement, and I grinned stupidly at Stew. He smiled back at me as though he was starting to get into it. I decided not to worry about being nude again and to enjoy the moment for as long as possible.
I made Clarinda rock with my thrusts. Stew followed my lead as he really gave it to Dorothy good. It wasn’t long until we had both women grunting from our thrusts. It was incredibly hot.
Apparently a lot of people wanted to wager on the outcome of the spin of the roulette wheel. Stew and I enjoyed fucking our girls right there on the stage while waiting for the wheel to spin. I was aware of being nude in front of everyone, but for the moment I didn’t mind so much. Besides, I figured it was for the benefit of the customers, especially if it was making any of them decide to place a wager on the outcome.
Monique stepped between us to check on both girls. She adjusted the wicker baskets down below to catch their heads. Then she patted Clarinda’s head, telling her she might be out of Chastity’s doghouse after this event. Afterwards she turned and patted Dorothy on the head, telling her how sexy she looked and then wishing her well.
I saw Stew was really getting into fucking Dorothy. Her face was beet read, no doubt from the embarrassment of being fucked in public with her neck exposed to the blade above. I found myself hoping he would get to experience her clenching pussy or ass the moment the blade took her head.
There were cheers and catcalls from the spectators, causing me to turn and smile at them. I gave them all a friendly wave, and they cheered even louder. Then I blanched as I saw him near the back.
I turned to look at Stew, but he was fucking Dorothy while excitedly swatting her ass. He was caught up in the moment. I don’t think he’d seen him.
I glanced out toward the spectators again, taking a swift look so as not to lock eyes with anyone. That’s when I confirmed it was definitely daddy standing near the back with that woman we’d seen on his arm in that conference room. There was no hiding it now. We were busted.
I had to remind myself to keep fucking Clarinda. What could daddy do to us now? He couldn’t stop it, could he?
I fucked Clarinda hard, wanting to make her grunt with my thrusts. It actually made the guys who were watching cheer me on. In the back I saw daddy say something to that woman he was with before looking back in my direction. Immediately I put all my focus on Clarinda.
What was going to happen now? Would he come up onstage and stop things? Could he do that?
I tried not to look worried as I continued fucking Clarinda’s ass. I looked across at Stew, but he acted as though he hadn’t seen him. He looked like he was really enjoying fucking Dorothy. He was probably super horny from watching the hanging I’d taken part in.
All of the sudden a loud female voice declared, “Last call! Last call to place your bets!” I saw a couple of people raise their hands to place wagers. The rest of the crowd seemed to surge forward as though eager to see what was going to happen next.
There was no point worrying about daddy now. I only hoped he wouldn’t stop the beheading. So I released my buildup of stress by fucking Clarinda even harder, causing her to grunt at Dorothy as Dorothy grunted back at her.
It was erotic as hell knowing their heads were at eye level and they were looking at each other. Who was going to lose her head, and who was going to get to watch the whole thing? I couldn’t imagine how terrifyingly erotic that probably was, knowing one of you was going to lose your head but not knowing which one.
From over by the wheel I heard, “No more bets! No more bets please! The wheel is now closed!” The wagering was done, and I felt another erotic jolt. This was it!
It felt like there was an audible gasp in the room. Everything got quiet until I could actually hear both women grunting loudly in their guillotines as Stew and I fucked them good and hard. A quick glance revealed he was really getting into it. I selfishly hoped Dorothy would lose her head so he would get to experience her spasming cunt or ass, whichever he was fucking.
I faintly heard the marble being set in motion. There was a monitor up near the ceiling where Stew and I and all the spectators could get a good look at what was happening with the wheel. The room seemed to hold its collective breath. A quick glance at the spectators showed even daddy was looking up at the monitor.
Clarinda’s grunts became more anxious. I could just make out Dorothy’s ashen face in her guillotine. Monique got ready to pull whichever lever was necessary when the marble settled into a slot.
It lost momentum and started bouncing around. It ricocheted in and out of a black number, bounced out of a red one and then skittered around, bouncing in and out of a couple more as though even the marble was trying to make things dramatic. Stew and I really fucked our girls hard as it settled into…
What the hell?? What did THAT mean??
“Green double oh!” the attendant proclaimed. “House pays green double oh!” The spectators gasped audibly.
Monique smiled down at Dorothy who was trying to look up at her in alarm. “You both lose,” she told her with a smile as she pulled the lever.
The poor woman started to cry out. A moment later Dorothy’s head simply wasn’t there anymore. I heard a thump as it landed in the wicker basket while several in the crowd jumped with shock. Clarinda jerked as she watched Dorothy’s beheading, crying out in horror she was next.
“You lose too, Clarinda. Mistress will enjoy feasting on you later.” Then she pulled her lever as well. Clarinda’s muffled scream was cut off the moment the blade whoshed down, making me jump again with a start. Then her head was gone as well. All I saw were a couple of flows of blood pouring out of two severed necks.
For a moment the crowd was stunned into silence. Then Monique reached down into both baskets and pulled out the heads by a handful of hair. She showed them to the audience, blood dripping out of both severed necks.
She turned toward Stew and I, making sure we both got a look at them. Dorothy’s eyes were wide in surprise, supposedly the moment the blade came in contact with her neck. Clarinda’s expression was one of shock and horror.
Both bodies started bucking and jerking in their straps. It was a good thing they were both secured to those benches. That’s when the crowd erupted in wild applause.
There were whistles and cheers as Monique held both heads high, blood still dripping out of the severed necks. I got another look at their faces. It looked like there was a little bit of life in their eyes as she showed them around to everyone. The next time I saw them their expressions had sagged tiredly.
Stew let out a cry that I recognized as him shooting his load into lucky, beheaded Dorothy. I got so excited that I rammed Clarinda’s ass hard with my strap-on, cumming hard in the process. It was an incredible experience.
Everybody cheered us on, giving us a standing ovation. That really made me blush, making me concentrate all my efforts on fucking Clarinda’s corpse. I could tell Stew was a little embarrassed as well. But he kept right on fucking Dorothy’s twitching, spasming body.
“Let’s give our sexy couple a hand, shall we?” Monique declared. We got more whoops and hollers. Then she put Clarinda’s head down on her backside facing me, allowing me to get a full view of her vacant expression of horror before she put Dorothy’s head on her corpse facing Stew
Fuck; that did it! I cried out again in orgasm as I fucked her jerking, hitching ass. She just stared at me as though there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Across from me Stew was really enjoying finishing up with Dorothy.
I slowed down and then slowly pulled out of Clarinda’s ass. I could tell she had wet herself. I looked at her head again, but she had nothing to say to me, especially with that ball-gag still between her lips.
I saw Mistress giving us a standing ovation as she came closer. Then I remembered daddy, and I looked out into the crowd to spot him. But I couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Incredible performance,” Monique told me with a smile as she helped me out of the strap-on and back into my robe. “It’s not often we lose two heads on a single spin of the wheel.”
“Simply marvelous,” Mistress Chastity gushed enthusiastically as she stood close by. I looked over at Stew who was back in his robe and making his way over to me.
“What do we do with ‘em now?” he asked, motioning at Dorothy and Emma.
Monique smiled as she replied, “We can turn them over to the kitchen if you like. They will make good use of them down there.”
“That’s ok with me, Stew,” I told him. After all, I had no further use for them.
“It’s ok with us,” he told her. “It was… it was incredible! Thank you so much!”
“No; thank you!” Mistress Chastity gushed. “You have already made this night at the Club a rousing success.”
Stew was excited as he told me, “You should have felt it, sis! When the blade fell her pussy really clamped down on my cock and gave me a squeeze! I swear she milked every last drop right out of me!”
“Stew I got to tell you something…”
“I had no idea it was going to be this exciting! When we decided to come up here I was nervous about risking Dorothy! But now I’m glad we did!”
“Stew, I saw him out there among the guests…”
“…and the way her body hitched and jerked after she was beheaded? Damn, Janelle! That was so fucking hot!”
“Stew, would you listen to me??”
He calmed down and sobered up when he saw the anxiety in my expression. “What is it, Janelle?” That’s when I anxiously led him down off the steps.
“What is it, Janelle?” he asked again when we were alone. “What’s wrong?”
“Stew, I saw daddy in the crowd.”
“You saw him? He was watching??”
He looked all around as though afraid father was going to show up at any moment. But daddy didn’t seem to be anywhere. He finally asked, “Janelle, are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Stew! I saw him plain as day! He was in the back with that women we saw him with in the conference room!”
“What do we do now?”
“I don’t know, Stew.”
About that time another attendant came up to us. “You’re Stewart and Janelle, aren’t you?”
“Uh… yes?” That’s when my heart sank. Now we were going to get it good.
“There’s someone who wishes to see you right away. Would you two please follow me?”
“Uh… ok.” My shoulders slumped. I didn’t want to go home.
“Busted?” Stew whispered anxiously. I nodded that I certainly thought so.
I felt a lump in my throat as she led us away. I was so looking forward to hanging for Stew. I was even looking forward to doing it up on the Entertainment stage for all those guests who’d seen me during the hanging as well as the beheading. Now it felt like our evening was coming to a premature end.
I think Stew was thinking the same thing as we followed the attendant. He quietly whispered, “At least we got to fuck them while they were being beheaded. And you got to take part in a sexy hanging.” I nodded my head in agreement.
I decided I shouldn’t feel too sorry about things. After all, it had been an amazing evening. The night hadn’t been a total loss. Maybe it would be better if Stew took me out somewhere to a lonely spot and hung me for his personal enjoyment.
We went to the back hallway where the rooms were. I expected daddy was waiting for us in one of them. I wondered what he was going to say to us.
“Right in here, folks,” the attendant told us as she activated the door to a snuff room. Then she told me, “Loved the hanging and the double beheading, Miss.”
I nodded, but I couldn’t speak as I tried to stop the tears that wanted to well up in my eyes. I didn’t know what daddy was going to say to us, although I assumed he was going to send us out of the Club. Then we stepped inside…
…and my jaw dropped clear to the floor when we saw mom and Brad sitting there on the bed with mom’s pregnancy sensor glowing that familiar red glow…
(Nov 3 ’17)