Bonus story for the end of the month. Thank you for visiting the library.
Veria hadn’t come home yet. She wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. I sent a text to her phone, but it went unanswered.
I tried to call her. It went straight to voice mail. There wasn’t anything else I could do.
I went to work, wondering what had happened the night before. She had gone out with her girlfriends again, or so she’d told me. I was beginning to think she was not being fully honest with me.
She was living with me. But our sex life had dwindled. I don’t think we’d been sexually active for at least nine months.
I got home from work, but she still hadn’t come back. I called her work. They said she had not bothered to clock in, and hadn’t been seen all day.
I began to get concerned. I also began to wonder if I was being played. Was she using me while engaging in a double life? Was she cheating on me?
I really began to get concerned when two of her friends called me. They had not heard from Veria in several hours. When she came in, I was to tell her they were asking about her.
In both cases, I asked if she’d been with either one of them. They said she’d told them she would be going out with the other one. Apparently neither one realized until now that the other had been used as an alibi.
I had been such a fool. She’d been using me as an ATM. Now she’d run off with someone. Apparently she hadn’t even bothered letting her friends in on her plans.
I had just finished a TV dinner when there was a knock at the door. There was some sort of driver from a company I didn’t recognize. He had a small box for me that I had to sign for.
Suspecting I was about to be scammed, I told him I wasn’t expecting anything. I asked if he had the right address. He checked his records on his pad and asked if a Veria Fargo lived here.
My eyes opened wide, and I nodded my head. I didn’t tell him I was thinking she would not be living here much longer at the rate things were going. He explained he had the right address and to please sign the form.
Wondering if this was going to cost me big-time, I hesitantly signed his pad. He gave me the box and told me he was sorry for my loss. Then he departed.
Sorry for my loss? I frowned as I closed the door behind him. Then I opened the box.
In it were the pieces of jewelry I recognized Veria was wearing from the other night. Included was a note indicating where I would find her. It listed the name and address of a funeral home.
I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I had suspected for some time that Veria had been going out on me. But still, I loved her… a foolish love according to a couple of my friends.
I numbly got my coat and keys and went out. I drove to the funeral home and parked. The lights were on; the door unlocked.
It rang a buzzer deeper in the facility when I opened it up and stepped inside. A gentleman in a black suit and tie appeared from out of nowhere and met me just inside the door. He kindly asked, “Who have you come to see, sir?”
“Veria Fargo?” I said it as a question. A part of me hoped he would not recognize the name.
“Oh, her. Right this way, sir.”
He led me to a back room. There was a closed, brown casket with three sprays of flowers. Then he asked, “Are you a friend of the deceased?”
“I was her… uh… she lived with me.”
“You’re her husband?”
“We aren’t married yet.” That’s when it occurred to me we wouldn’t be getting married at all, not if she was in the casket.
“I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I believe I have something for you. Please excuse me; I’ll be right back.
I was left alone as he stepped out. I looked at the casket, my heart pounding in my chest. Would I be heartbroken at her passing? Or would it be a relief she could no longer go out on me, leaving me with trust issues night after night?
I checked the flowers. Once spray was from the funeral home. Another was from a male whose name I didn’t recognize.
There was a large, expensive spray of roses. They’d been delivered from a well-known club here in town. Curious, I looked at the card…
Thank you for a lovely evening, and for entertaining our guests.
My condolences to your next of kin.
Mistress Chastity
Before I could question who this Mistress Chastity was, the guy returned with a large manila envelope. “I believe this is for you,” he explained. It was left here by the Club, along with the flowers.” Then he motioned at the roses.
I opened the envelope. In it was a cashier’s check for $2,000. Included was a note indicating any and all funeral expenses would be covered by the Club. At the bottom of the envelope was a compact disc.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” the director told me solemnly. “Is there anything more I can do for you?”
I motioned at the casket. He nodded as he explained, “Right. The Club gave specific instructions. Only you are to be consulted as to whether or not it will be open or closed during the viewing and/or during the service. If it were me, I’d choose to have a closed casket.”
I looked at him curiously. “A closed casket? Is there a problem?”
“Yes, sir; you might say so. Do you wish to see her now?”
I nodded, “Yes, please.”
“Very well.” And with that, he opened the top of the casket before stepping back.
Veria was laid out in the last outfit I’d seen her in when she’d said she was going out with her friends. But there was a huge shock when I discovered her head was missing. The funeral home had done the best it could to clean up the area around the neck stump.
“I’m very sorry, sir. It seems your, uh… your significant other lost her head at the Club here in town. The client involved in the beheading asked for the head to be prepared so he could take it with him. The Club sent, uh… the rest of her here as a token of their condolences.”
I was stunned. “What happened to her?”
He pointed at the compact disc in the manila envelope he’d handed to me. “I believe it’s all on that, sir. Do you have a computer at home?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you should be able to watch what happened to her.” He paused before asking, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I shook my head. “No, I guess not. I don’t know what else you can do.”
He walked over and started to close the cover on her. That’s when I put a hand on his shoulder. “Wait.”
He paused and looked at me. I’d already given it some thought. Then I told him, “Leave it open. Let everyone see what happened to her for walking out on me.”
“Even during the viewing?”
“Especially during the viewing.” I was thinking of her two friends. I wanted them to be just as shocked as I was.
“It will be done according to your wishes, sir.” Then he left, quietly muttering to himself as he shook his head.
I pulled out the compact disc and looked at it. I had no idea what was on it. I just shrugged my shoulders before heading out of the room toward the front of the funeral home.
Veria had taken advantage of me. Now she was out of my life. At least I was $2,000 richer for the experience.
5-24-22
Part 2
I was both sad and angry as I drove home. I’d already lost Veria some time ago with the way she was going out cheating on me. Now she was gone from me forever… minus her head from her corpse.
I had mixed emotions as I walked in the door. Seeing her lying there in that casket without her head had been quite a shock. But then I became angry the more I thought about it, as she’d obviously had no issue over going to a club and enjoying herself without me.
I didn’t call her two friends just yet. Apparently Veria had used them for her nefarious schemes as well. But I had a hunch they already knew full well about her cheating ways. For some reason, she hadn’t wanted to include either one of them in her fun on the night she’d gone to the club.
I thought about the compact disc in my possession. Did I really want to see what was on it? Would it really reveal how she’d lost her head?
I didn’t know much about that club she’d gone to. It just wasn’t my thing. I’d heard it was popular, and that there were unusual activities that took place there.
Had Veria asked me, I might not have even wanted to go. The fact she didn’t ask me in the first place told me all I needed to know. She didn’t think nearly as much of me as I’d thought of her.
I finally went to my computer and sat down, staring numbly at the monitor. I looked at the compact disc in my hand for the longest time. Then I plugged it into my machine.
It started with the title The Beheading of Veria Fargo. Clever and suitably dramatic. Then a female’s face filled the screen.
She said her name was Mistress Chastity, and that she was part-owner of the club. She talked to me as though we were good friends. She said Veria Fargo had entered her club at 7pm. She was beheaded at around 11:45pm. Then she offered her condolences.
She explained how the contents of the disc contained a chronicle of Veria’s time in the facility. It was meant as an explanation of the events that had transpired which led to her headless body showing up at the mortuary. It was also made in the fervent hope I would enjoy the presentation.
She said Veria’s performance on the Entertainment stage had been captivating. It was too bad the final results had proved lethal. At least Veria had won some money. Mistress Chastity hoped I would spend it in good health.
I paused the clip at that point. Did I really want to see the rest? I decided I had nothing to lose. Besides, I was already $2,000 richer for Veria’s having stepped foot inside that facility.
I pressed play to continue viewing the contents of the disc. Mistress Chastity’s face left the screen. In its place was what I can only assume was the entrance to the club.
Some sort of surveillance camera recorded the entrance of my Veria. She was with three men. She appeared to be intoxicated.
Two of the guys looked familiar to me. They were acquaintances Veria had introduced me to. The guys all looked as though they were eager to go inside with her.
She paused long enough to have some sort of object inserted into her belly button. Then they all went inside. The video faded.
It picked up with Veria on the dance floor in the lounge. She danced with all three men. They kept plying her with booze until she became way more than a little tipsy.
The view of the dance floor faded away. The video picked up in some sort of room. Veria entered drunkenly, her arms draped around the neck of one of her escorts.
Once in the room, she proceeded to have sex with all three of them. She didn’t even bother to take them on one at a time. She started by getting on her knees and sucking all three cocks at once.
I skipped ahead, not wanting to watch the girl I loved sucking down all that sausage. Instead, I was treated to a scene of her on the bed. She was in the middle of being triple-teamed.
One was underneath her with his cock up her snatch. The one on top had his dick in her ass. The third was getting his meaty pole sucked.
Veria had never let me fuck her ass even once. I was jealous as hell. I was also disgusted with the way she so eagerly whored herself out.
I skipped ahead. There was more fucking. Veria rode each one like a cowgirl. And each one was permitted to take a crack at her ass.
She appeared to get a lot of cum in her and upon her. I got disgusted and skipped ahead once more. That’s when strange guys started coming in and out of her room. Naturally, she took them all on.
At 11pm, Veria was drunk as a skunk. She was also well and truly fucked. Now she wanted to see the Entertainment stage.
Her three escorts had to help her out of the room. She only wore a robe, with nothing on underneath. I was disgusted knowing she was totally naked in that robe, coated with streaks of cum staining her flesh.
The video faded out, only to pick up with a view of the Entertainment stage. People were gathering to watch. Apparently, they were going to have some sort of contest with the guillotines.
A woman at the gambling table invited guests to take the risk by going up onstage to lie with their heads in the guillotine for a chance to win $1,000. Veria drunkenly asked if she could be fucked while she was up there. This request earned the cheers of all the spectators, especially once the lady at the gambling table said it would be ok.
Veria shed her robe right there in front of everyone, revealing her cum-streaked nudity. She took the hand of one of her escorts and led him up onto the stage. Everybody cheered.
A drunken brunette offered to go up with her husband. She said something about needing to win the money to buy a new dress. He asked if she was sure about all this, but she said she really wanted to.
I watched as a couple of attendants went up to help the ladies into their guillotines. Veria went into the one with the black frame. The brunette took the red-framed one.
They were both face down, hands cuffed behind their backs as they looked into their wicker baskets below. Their guys fucked them hard from behind. This egged on the spectators even more. Veria and her competitor both loved all the cheers they were receiving.
I should have known Veria was quite the attention whore. In the beginning, I had not paid that much attention to it. Only now, seeing her on the disc like that, it confirmed what I’d known all along as I thought back on our time together.
The woman at the gambling table wished both ladies luck. She collected all the bets from the spectators who had gathered around her table and were placing bets. Then she spun the roulette wheel.
Everyone cheered for one color or the other. After all, a lot of bets had been placed. People had money riding on whether or not my Veria would lose her head.
The ball landed on 12 red. The lady running the table called out, “We have a winner and a loser!” Then she appeared to push something under her table.
The blade came plummeting down. That brunette in the red guillotine lost her head just like that. It abruptly dropped into the wicker basket as blood spurted out of her neck stump. Her naked body jerked for several seconds before it settled down.
Veria acted like she’d just had a climax watching that other lady’s head come off. There were cheers and applause. Then the lady at the gaming table congratulated Veria for winning $1,000.
An attendant came forward on the stage. She reached down into the wicker basket. Then she picked up the severed head of the brunette.
She held it aloft for one and all to see. It looked like the eyes blinked once in surprise as the audience cheered. Then they freed her corpse from her guillotine and hauled her body away.
The other attendant went over to free Veria. That’s when the lady at the gaming table paused her before asking my girlfriend if she’d like to stay and play for $2,000. Veria drunkenly said she’d love to. But first, she wanted one of the other guys she’d come in with to come up and fuck her in the guillotine.
The call went out for another player to join her. This time, a woman with flowing black hair went up with the guy she was with. I don’t think he was her husband.
She got undressed and was helped into the red guillotine. Meanwhile, Veria and the second guy she’d come in with were already fucking like rabbits. The spectators laughed and applauded.
Soon, both women were getting fucked hard in their guillotines. The lady at the gaming table wished them luck. There were more bets placed before she spun the roulette wheel for a second time.
The marble landed in 30 red. The blade came down and the naked woman with the black hair lost her head. It dropped abruptly into the wicker basket as blood spurted out of the severed neck stump.
The crowd cheered as Veria climaxed again. An attendant picked up the severed head and displayed it. That’s when Veria cried out, “Wait, I want to kiss her lips!” She actually did, much to the cheers of the gathered audience.
The other attendant was about to help Veria out of her guillotine when she drunkenly asked the lady at the gaming table how much she would win if she played one last time. She was told she would win a total of $5,000. Veria cried out, “Deal!” Then she called up that third guy she’d come in with.
He eagerly went up to fuck her. The lady at the gaming table called for another volunteer. At first, no one wanted to go up. Then a young woman with blonde hair offered to take her on.
She got a rousing cheer as she picked out a guy who I think was with her. They both went up onstage and got undressed. Then she was helped into her guillotine.
Bets were placed while Veria really got fucked. She drunkenly called out how much fun she was having and that more women should try it. The lady at the gaming table laughed before saying this would be the last contest of the night.
Both women were fucked as the lady spun her roulette wheel. Supposedly, this was the moment when Veria would lose her head. According to the timestamp, it was close to 11:45pm.
The lady at the table called out, “11 black!” Veria was drunk as a skunk. But she was aware enough to know she was in the black-framed guillotine.
Her eyes flew open in shock. Her mouth opened as though she was going to scream or protest or something. Then her blade came whooshing down.
Her severed head hung in midair for a split second before it dropped into the wicker basket. The crowd went wild as her attendant came up, reached in, and retrieved the head. Then she held it aloft to another raucous cheer.
The guy who’d been fucking her asked for her head. When the attendant gave it to him, he pulled out of her pussy and thrust his dick into her mouth. Veria blinked in surprise as though she was still conscious or aware.
The crowd roared its approval. Then he pulled out of the head and turned it around. He fucked the neck stump with the tip of his dick poking out past Veria’s lips. She blinked again as the crowd roared. Then her expression sagged tiredly.
The video faded to black before Mistress Chastity came on again. She said they learned that Veria was not really with those other guys. She was staying at another address with somebody else.
The appropriate thing to do was to send her body to the mortuary and then alert me. And they wanted to make sure I got a video of her time at the club. They also wanted to give me the $2,000 she had won before she’d lost her head.
“I’m sorry her head did not travel with her,” Chastity explained. “That last man fucking her wanted to keep it as a souvenir. We thought it only fitting, because he’d come up onstage and had taken part in the evening’s entertainment.”
“If you want it back, we can try to make arrangements. Otherwise, if we do not hear from you, we will assume you are satisfied with the results. We are sorry for your loss. But we hope the money and the video will help to compensate you in some small way. She was certainly an entertainment to the customers of our club the other night. Thank you so much.”
The video ended as the screen went dark. I stared at the monitor. But I was no longer sad or angry.
Veria was no longer out cheating on me. And I was $2,000 richer for her having been in my life. I decided it was not a total loss. That bastard could keep her head if he wanted it so badly.
I also told myself I might have to go to the club someday and check it out for myself.
2022 (written Dec 9 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by Thor’s manip)