Victor’s Guillotine 14

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Renard stood there indecisively, looking at my face and then looking at my twitching body which was beginning to settle down. Prudence looked proud as could be. Wayne was still thrusting in and out of me, my pussy no longer clenching so much.

Renard turned to him and quietly told him to get dressed and go home. “But what about Prudence?” he protested. That’s when Renard gave him such a look that it made him wisely decide not to push it.

“How am I getting back?” she demanded. Renard looked at her and told her he would take her back himself. Prudence must have liked what she saw in his eyes because she softened right up.

“Get out of here Wayne!” she demanded. There was no denying what was in her voice. Just like that the poor guy realized he’d only been used and then subsequently dumped by the conniving bitch.

He quickly got dressed and left. It was obvious what his purpose had been in all this. At least he’d gotten a good fuck out of the deal with the added experience of feeling my pussy clench around his cock the moment the blade came down and took my head off.

Renard gingerly put my head down onto my back, the dripping crimson staining my skin. Prudence rushed into his arms. He didn’t resist her or even attempt to hold her at arm’s length.

“Oh, Renard! You have no idea how much I missed you! I was so jealous.” He just held her close and hugged her back.

Prudence looked down at my body and scowled. “So what are we going to do with her? I suppose you have to get her ready for daddy to cook next time, right?” He sighed as he nodded.

She picked my head up off my back and put it onto the floor sitting upright on my neck stump. Then she helped Renard unstrap me. “I came so hard when the blade came down and cut her head off. It caught me totally by surprise. I think it caught Wayne by surprise as well.”

“Do you like Wayne?”

She scowled again. “Not as much as I love you, Renard.” Then she hugged him once more.

They took my corpse off the bench. Then Renard motioned grandly for her to take my place. Prudence gasped and nodded enthusiastically.

She started to lie face down when he suggested she ride it on her back. “Oh yeah!” she gasped excitedly. “That will feel even better!”

He got her all strapped down before he brought down the lunette and locked it into place. Then he started the timer. She giggled as she gasped, “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this, Renard.”

A drop of my blood slithered off the blade and splattered onto her neck. She let out a gasp as she trembled with excitement. Then she heard him shuffling around.

“Renard? What are you doing? Aren’t you going to shag me?”

“I’ve got to get Julie upstairs, Prudence. She needs to go into the freezer. We can’t have any of her meat spoiling, can we?”

“But Renard!”

“You want to waste her meat after everything you’ve done… after all the trouble you’ve gone to? Or do you want your father to serve her during the next backyard barbecue with a nice glaze?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Daddy hates to waste meat.”

“That’s what he told me as well.”

He hefted me up over his shoulder. The blood from my severed neck was still dripping enough to stain the back of his clothes. Then he knelt down and picked up my head by a handful of hair.

“I’m going to take her upstairs, Prudence.”

“Don’t be gone long, Renard. I’m so bloody excited I could just burst!” Then he headed upstairs with my corpse.

He took me all the way back to her father’s large freezer. My head went on a table so I could watch with unseeing eyes as he ran hooks through my ankles. Then he strung me upside down so I could finish bleeding out.

After I was up, he retrieved a carving knife. He placed a large bucket underneath me. Then he cut me open before he started gutting me.

Down in the basement Prudence wriggled and squirmed. Her arousal was clear off the charts now that she had Renard back. But she couldn’t help writhing and moaning, frustrated at his delay.

Her arms were tightly strapped to her sides. It was agonizing the way she couldn’t even touch herself. She tried to clench her thighs together, but they were spread too far apart.

The minutes ticked by as she writhed and groaned. Every now and then a drop of my blood fell off the blade and splattered her neck. It always made her jerk a little and gasp.

She finally called out, “Renard?? Bloody hell; what’s taking so long??” There was no response. She tried to tip her head back to look at the time on the wall monitor. But it remained agonizingly just out of sight.

Was this his way of making her incredibly horny? If that was the case then her orgasm was going to be massive. She whimpered as she panted for breath, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Renard?? Bloody hell; get down here! I’m so fucking horny!” But there was no sound of footsteps coming back down the stairwell.

She writhed and whimpered as she panted for breath. Another drop of blood fell onto her neck. She winced as she cried out, her system agonizingly close to that orgasm she so desperately needed.

She finally heard steps coming down the stairwell. “Renard? It’s bloody damned time you got down here! I’m aching for a hot shagging!”

“Sorry, Prudence,” he told her as he came around in view. “You know how much your father prides himself on serving the best quality meat. I have to make sure she’s properly gutted and cleaned.”

“Can’t you set that aside for just a little bit? I’m going crazy down here!”

“Haven’t you cum yet?”

“You know I can’t orgasm without a little manual stimulation! C’mon, Renard; help a girl out here!”

“I’d like to, Prudence. But I really need to get back to Julie. I don’t want any of you to get sick eating her meat if she spoils.”

“Bloody hell; what’s the timer read? I can’t see it!”

“You’re right around 35 minutes, Prudence. Does that make it more exciting?”

“Can’t you just shag me right quick and then get me out of this?”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Prudence; honest.” Then she heard him heading back up the stairs.

“Renard?? DAMNIT, RENARD; COME BACK!”

“I’ve got to get Julie ready, Prudence! Be patient; ok?” Then she didn’t hear him anymore.

“SHIT!”

She began panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. The room grew silent as the grave. What if the blade came down before he returned??

She writhed and squirmed, desperately trying to bring her thighs together. But her legs had been secured apart just enough for when he would eventually enter her. It left her frustrated and horny as hell.

Another drop of my blood fell and stained her neck. She let out another cry as her pussy squeezed. But she just couldn’t quite get there.

Why couldn’t he at least have taken a few seconds to finger her?? She was going crazy! Prudence had trained herself to cum with the least little touch. But now she wished she would have trained herself to let go and be able to cum without the slightest physical contact. It was driving her insane.

More minutes ticked by. What was the reading on the monitor? She tried to tip her head back again, but she still couldn’t see it. That’s when another drop of blood fell onto her neck.

She inhaled sharply, whimpering out of frustration as well as a growing sense of alarm. She didn’t like the way Renard was leaving her all alone while he was up there dealing with my corpse. Did he really have to go to all that trouble with me? Couldn’t he take a couple of minutes to get her off first?? She felt like she was ready to pop!

She panted for breath as the minutes continued to tick by. Bloody hell; what was taking so long?? He wasn’t chopping me up into steaks, was he?? This was starting to get a little frightening. Of course, that only made her all the more frustratingly aroused.

She writhed and whimpered as she panted for breath. Then she started calling out his name again as the minutes kept ticking by. What if the blade came down in the next few seconds?? She still hadn’t even cum yet!

“Renard? RENARD?? Get your arse down here!” She gasped and whimpered as she wriggled and squirmed. Her nipples were hard… and she couldn’t even touch them!

She heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. Thank gawd! It was about fucking time!

“Renard??”

“Just coming down to check on you, Prudence.”

“What’s the time on the clock?”

“You’re just past the 60 minute mark.”

“Bloody hell; can you please shag me now?? I think I’m going to cum the moment your cock goes inside me!”

“Prudence, there’s an issue with your father’s freezer. I think I got it working again, but I’m not sure. I don’t want Julie to spoil.”

“Can’t you touch me? Bloody hell, can’t you fucking TOUCH ME??” That’s when she heard footsteps going back up the stairwell, his voice calling back, “Sorry, Prudence. Be back as soon as I can.”

“YOU BLOODY WANKER!”

She panted for breath, writhing in agony and frustration. Should she have called him that? What the hell was taking so bloody long up there?

More minutes ticked by. Prudence whimpered with growing fear. Didn’t he know the blade could come whooshing down at any moment??

Her pussy clenched as she tried to squeeze. She was maddeningly close. She wanted to just let it happen, but for some reason she couldn’t let go. She really needed just a little physical stimulation.

She looked up at the blade hovering ominously above her. Thankfully the blood droplets had stopped. She winced at the little red line that had ultimately ringed her neck. It was as though she believed I had somehow marked with my blood where the blade was supposed to come down and slice right through.

She wriggled and groaned as she panted for breath. Where the hell was Renard?? What if the blade came down while he was still slicing me up into nice, juicy cutlets??

She felt like she was going to explode. She also felt a growing sense of dread. What if Renard didn’t get back down in time? Would he end up fucking her corpse in order to get off??

She was glad I was dead because that meant the door to her precious Renard was open again. She only wanted him back because she was jealous of me. She had been ever since he’d fucked me in the guillotine while she’d been forced to watch. Now she had him all to herself until she tired of the game again. But what if the blade fell, resulting in her head sitting on the table next to mine at the next barbecue??

“RENARD?? BLOODY HELL; GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE!!” She kept crying out, gasping and whimpering. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

She was relieved to hear footsteps rush down the stairs. “RENARD??”

“Prudence, I’ve got a couple things I’ve got to finish. I’m almost done with Julie up there.”

“If’ you’re not going to make me cum then you can just get me the fuck out of here!”

“Prudence, I don’t want her meat to spoil!”

“Fuck her meat! Shag me or get me the fuck out of here!”

“Prudence, I’ll be right back; I promise!”

“RENARD? DON’T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME!” But his footsteps were already pounding back up the stairwell.

Prudence felt a surge of terror and excitement course through her body. She was so close to cumming; she was so bloody close! But how much longer did she have before the blade ended it all?? She was sure it was going to come down at any moment!

Was he doing this to her on purpose? Was he going to chance it until the very last moment?? Bloody hell, she was going to cum like a fucking train if that happened! But what if the blade took her first??

She whimpered as the seconds ticked by. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was so horny… so fucking scared. This was the most intense of any ride she had ever taken on the guillotine.

How much longer did she have? Was it minutes? Were the last seconds of her life ticking away?? Bloody hell, what was he doing up there: preparing a ten course meal with my meat???

She wriggled and squirmed as her eyes locked on the blade. She was hyperventilating now, her heart pounding in her chest. Her loins throbbed with such a terrible ache. What if she locked up at the last second and couldn’t cum at all??

She finally heard steps coming down the stairwell. “RENARD???”

“Relax, Prudence. She’s all taken care of now. The rest of my time is going to be spent with you.”

“Bloody hell, Renard! Hurry up, already! I need a quick shag and then I need to get out of here!”

“Don’t worry, Prudence. You know how much this means to me. I promise it’s going to be the most intense orgasm of your life.”

“Hurry up, damn you!”

Renard removed his clothes, revealing a cock that was already hard, throbbing and dripping. He moved up behind her and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Prudence felt it and she started to shudder as she cried out, “PUSH IT IN – PUSH IT IN!”

Renard waited until the timer reached 1:59:56…57…58. At 1:59:59 he shoved his cock in hard and deep. One second later Prudence saw the blade start to plummet.

Her eyes flew open in horror as she started to scream. Then the blade sliced cleanly through her neck. That’s when her pussy began clenching violently around Renard’s shaft. Prudence was having the orgasm of her life… but she was unable to experience a single moment of it.

Renard enjoyed the spasms of her cunt as her dying body jerked and spasmed. His cock went off deep inside her. Then he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking out of her still clenching pussy.

He went around and pulled her head up out of the wicker basket. “This was for old time’s sake, Prudence. But I’ve finally decided to let you go with a full heart.”

He thrust his cock between her lips, allowing her to taste him on her tongue one last time. Her eyes fluttered as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. Then her expression sagged tiredly.

He used her mouth before pulling out and kissing her lips. Then he went behind her one last time. This time he used her ass, fucking her good and hard before releasing a second deposit deep up her rectum.

He unstrapped her and hauled her corpse upstairs. Her head went into the freezer on the table next to mine. Then he hung her upside down right next to me and started gutting her.

It only took him 20 minutes to get her ready to be butchered, the same amount of time it had taken him to prepare me. The rest of his time upstairs had been spent having a drink while telling me how sorry he was. He told me he was going to go back down and enjoy Prudence one last time for old time’s sake and that he hoped I wouldn’t mind. Naturally I wasn’t about to put up a fuss.

When he was finished he closed the freezer and spent the rest of his time cleaning up. Before he went home for the day he left a note behind, explaining everything to her parents. He did word it just a little bit differently though…

Victor,

 Something bad happened today. I went to pick up Julie on a date but she wasn’t at home. I don’t know what happened. I thought we had something going on. Naturally I was a little depressed.

 Something told me I should come over here and check the house. Maybe she’d met some guy and wanted to play in the guillotine again. Imagine my surprise when I found both her and Prudence had been beheaded down in the basement.

 I did my best to clean them up and get them ready for a barbecue. I feel bad about Julie as I really liked her. I guess all I can do is hope she enjoyed her last ride.

 I suppose this was going to happen to your daughter sooner or later. I’m sorry I didn’t get here in time. I think they were both fucked in the guillotine, or at least it sure looked like it. But there was nobody here when I arrived, so whoever was here with them must have panicked and left before I got here.

 Let me know when you want to barbecue them and I’ll come right over to help out. Sorry about Prudence.

 Renard

 2018 (Finished Aug 14 ’18 by riwa)

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