Melvie rides Victor’s guillotine

Florio bought my gas when the pump declined my card. So I agreed to go out with him. He was a nice guy.

I was never really attracted to him though. He certainly treated me well enough. But when it came time to getting my sexual needs met, I had a couple of other guys I turned to whenever I wanted someone to rock my world.

I heard about Victor’s guillotine and wanted to go see what it was all about. But Chad and Buck were not available. So I asked Florio to drive me there.

I was impressed when we got there. Victor had quite the mansion. I knew money was involved, because I was seeing dollar signs everywhere as we looked all around.

A girl named Frieda led us down to the basement. She must have been his hostess. Anyway, the basement was where Victor kept his guillotine.

There must have been about six or seven of us. Frieda showed us the machine and how it worked. I don’t know how interested Florio was. But I was definitely intrigued. So were the other bitches who were with us.

Frieda allowed us to lie down on the bench with our heads locked into the lunette. She said the blade was locked and would not be allowed to fall. So naturally each of us had to try it.

I took a turn along with the others. It was quite a thrill. But when someone questioned if the machine even worked, Frieda showed us by imputing a random setting into the controls.

The blade dropped before five minutes were up. We all jumped with a start. Then we laughed about it before we all went back upstairs.

At the barbecue, I got alone with Frieda and a couple of the other girls. She explained how Victor had these risky parties where the guillotine blade could be rigged to drop randomly. The women all rode it naked, sometimes while they were getting fucked by their boyfriend or significant other.

Someone asked if there had ever been an accident. Frieda said it happened every now and then. That’s why anyone who rode it had to sign a waiver. The body would end up being barbecued afterwards. There was always a dinner for all the guests, one way or the other.

I asked if people just laid in the guillotine waiting for the blade to fall. Frieda said that happened sometimes. But usually, the couples liked to fuck while one of them was locked into it. It added to the sexual thrill of being helplessly secured while wondering if the blade was going to fall.

My mind immediately started imagining all the erotic possibilities. I asked Frieda if the girls had orgasms in the guillotine. She said she’d been fucked in the guillotine a few times.
She admitted those orgasms had always turned out to be the most intense. Thinking the blade might come down always made her cum intensely. At that point, I was sold.

It occurred to me I should get Chad or Buck to fuck me in the guillotine during one of those parties. It sounded like one hell of a thrill. And what if I got to watch another couple fucking when the blade came whooshing down? The thought of it soaked my panties.

Florio finally came over and asked if I was ready to go home. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and we left. I was horny, but he was not the one I wanted to fuck.

On the drive back, he asked what I thought about it. I told him it made me think about some sort of museum guillotine. After all, I couldn’t tell him what I was really thinking; could I?
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Frieda contacted me a couple days later. She said Victor was going to have a party where the guillotine was going to be unlocked. Did I want to come over to ride it and risk my neck?

I asked what day it was going to be. She said it would be next Saturday. I told her that would be perfect.

I asked if we could bring anyone we wanted. She said that would not be a problem. She probably thought I would be bringing Florio back.

I was excited as hell. I knew Florio had to work a shift that Saturday. All I had to do was check and see if Chad or Buck would be available.

I called Buck and told him my plans. But he said he was busy. So I called Chad.

Chad loved the idea. I think he just wanted to see if I would lose my head while he was fucking me. The idea of having such risky sex got me all hot and bothered.

He agreed to drive me there. But he said he would have to leave early before the party ended. So I would need a ride home. That made me think of Florio.

By the time my boyfriend got off work and got to the party, Chad would be long gone after fucking the shit out of me. I knew Florio would be nice enough to come pick me up. So I called him and told him about it.

I said some girls would probably be riding it. He asked me if I was going to take a chance on it. I admitted I was considering it. I just didn’t tell him I was planning on having Chad fuck me while I was strapped down with my head locked into the lunette.

He said he’d be happy to pick me up. I told him I would meet him there. He said he loved me, and I ended the call.

A couple hours later, I got a call from Buck. Turns out, he had some free time after all. And he knew where the party was taking place.

He told me he’d meet up with me at Victor’s place. I didn’t tell him I already had Chad scheduled to come as well. Besides, I loved the idea they would both be there.

Like Chad, I think Buck wanted to be the one fucking me in case the blade came down. He already knew all about Chad. But he didn’t seem to care.

I didn’t think it would be a problem. In fact, I was pretty excited about it. Having two guys fuck me in the guillotine at the party was going to make all the other girls jealous as hell.
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On Saturday, I got a call from Florio a little after noon. I was already in the car with Chad. Buck was going to catch up to us after we got there.

I told Florio I was on my way and that I would see him there after he got off work. “Love you, babe,” he said casually. Then the call ended.

Chad laughed at me. “I heard that. But you didn’t say it back to him. Do you love him, Melvie?”

“He’s a nice guy,” I replied with a dismissive wave. Then I smiled as I added, “But I’m going to Victor’s party with you.”

“And Buck,” he laughed. “I know you told him about it.”

I just grinned at him. “Be nice, Chad. Maybe I’ll let you be the first one to fuck me while I’m lying down with my head locked into the guillotine.”

“What if the blade comes down on you?”

I laughed again. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll give my head to Florio as a souvenir.” He just shook his head as he chuckled.

We arrived at the mansion, and I turned off my phone. I didn’t want to be interrupted. After all, Florio already knew where I was.

We were mingling in the backyard for drinks when Buck arrived. Victor was getting the barbecue ready. “So what’s on the menu?” Chad asked.

“You mean ‘who’s’ on the menu, don’t you?” Frieda remarked with a knowing smile. There was laughter all around.

“I have a bunch of steaks and burgers ready,” Victor replied. “Unless of course, one of you ladies loses her head. Then we’re in for a real treat.”

“You’d really cook one of them?” Buck asked, sounding as though he’d enjoy that a lot.

“Of course he would,” Frieda said with a smile. “He’s done it before. He knows his business. Now who wants to go down with me and see who gets lucky and who’s going to be on the menu?”

Everybody except Victor got up to go downstairs. After all, watching others ride the guillotine before riding it ourselves was the reason we’d all come to the party in the first place.

We all signed waivers at a counter near the door to the basement. Frieda checked them over. “Good,” she said with a nod. “That lets Victor off the hook in case anything goes wrong.”

There were ten of us who went down to the basement. Three other couples had shown up for the party. I was there with Chad and Buck. And of course, there was our hostess.

Frieda got me alone and quietly asked, “Who are the guys you’re with? I thought Florio was your…”

“Oh, Florio’s just a friend,” I told her with a dismissive wave.

“And these two guys are…?” she started to ask. I just grinned in reply.

“Oh,” she said with a wry smile. “Well, I don’t judge. I just help run Victor’s guillotine during these party days.”

When we got to the room with the guillotine, Frieda walked right up to it and set the timer for a two hour maximum. The clock on the wall in front read 0:00. The one on the guillotine read the same.

She said the blade could fall anytime between the first minute and the last. But there were two hours on the clock. She told us she’d only seen the blade come down during the second hour. But there was always a possibility it could drop earlier. So we shouldn’t ride it if we didn’t want to risk it.

I asked her, “What if no one is riding it? Does the timer keep going?”

“The timer shuts off each time the lunette is unlatched,” she replied. “It will remain at that time with the program still randomly plugged in until someone takes it for another ride. The time will continue from that point on, unless someone resets the entire thing to zero.”

“So we can just climb aboard anytime we want?” the busty blonde named Petria asked.

“Not exactly,” Frieda told her with a twinkle in her eye. “It wouldn’t be much fun if you got on, got the timer started, and then immediately stopped it after a few seconds; right? So there’s a five minute minimum each time the lunette is latched.”

The Asian chick named Tekoma blurted out, “You mean we’re stuck inside that damned thing for a minimum of five minutes?”

Frieda didn’t give her an answer. Instead, she turned to me and asked if she could borrow Buck for a few minutes. I told her it was fine with me.

She smiled as she asked him, “Care to help me out?”

“Sure!” he replied with a grin.

She promptly got undressed, shocking all of us. She had a nice rack, although it wasn’t as large as Petria’s. I even thought mine was a little bigger. Sometimes us bitches think about things like that.

She retrieved a set of cuffs and handed them over to Buck. “Put these on me once I’m lying in place, ok?” He nodded excitedly, a noticeable bulge in his pants. I know I’d said it was ok. But at that moment, I was jealous as hell.

She laid down on the bench face down. Her knees did not quite not quite touch the floor as her legs hung off the back of the bench. It left her ass fully exposed for one and all to see. Her cleanly shaved snatch was visibly dripping.

She got her head into place as she looked down into the wicker basket below. Frieda submissively brought her arms behind her back. Then she said, “Go ahead and cuff me, Buck. You’ve got ‘em in your hands; right?”

Buck eagerly cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then she told him, “Slide the lunette down on my neck. It moves easily enough.”

I was amazed she let someone else do it to her. But it slid down with a minimal amount of effort. When I noticed all eyes were on her, it made me even more jealous.

“You see the latch, Buck?” He said he saw it as he nodded. “Good. Once you latch it down, the timer will start. It won’t release me until my five minutes are up. Would you be a gentleman and release me then?”

“Sure thing, Frieda.”

Everyone could see how enthusiastic he was. It was also obvious how much this was affecting our hostess. She was now beginning to pant excitedly.

There was an audible click as he latched the lunette in place. Petria blurted out, “The timers are going!” The clock on the wall in front of the guillotine and the one on the frame were both counting forward… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03.

Everyone focused on Frieda, the clocks or the blade. It was exciting as hell. Then Tekoma’s guy Kimo murmured, “You mean she’s stuck in there until five minutes are up?”

“That’s right,” Frieda panted excitedly upon overhearing him. “I couldn’t get out now if I wanted to.”

“You mean the blade could come down, and off with your head?” That was from a brunette named Mera.

“My waiver is on file with Victor,” she panted. “I try to be careful. But you just never know.” Then her voice rose as she gasped, “Ohgawd! What if this time it comes down early? I could end up on Victor’s menu!”

Did she really think that was possible? Or was this all just for show? I didn’t know, but it was certainly making things exciting. I was more aroused than I thought I would be.

We all watched with great anticipation. The timer passed two minutes and then three. That’s when she gasped, “Buck? Would you do me another favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Would you finger me back there?”

“Sure!”

He grinned at me as he moved next to her ass. I just gave him a jealous glare. Then he rubbed her crotch.

She began to moan as he fingered her slit. It was incredibly arousing to observe. I found myself wishing I would have been the first one to try it.

The timer reached 4:00 and kept going. Frieda writhed and moaned as everyone watched. Some looked up at the blade, wondering if there was really a risk of Frieda losing her head.

We all started counting down as the timer approached five minutes…. “…five… four… three…” Frieda cried out as she squirmed on the bench. The timer hit 5:00 and kept going.

Buck stopped fingering her and rushed forward. He flipped the latch on the lunette, stopping both timers. The numbers read 5:04.

There were sighs and murmurs as everyone exhaled. Buck freed her from the cuffs. Then he lifted the lunette up off her neck.

He helped her to her feet. Frieda was a little unsteady at first. Then she smiled at him as she affectionately touched his shoulder. “Thanks for the O, Buck. That felt wonderful.”

“Anytime,” he answered proudly.

“The bench sure is wet now,” Mera observed, her boyfriend Donahue standing right there next to her.

“That’s because of that nice orgasm Buck just helped me with,” Frieda confessed. “I always cum when I’m locked into the lunette and the timer is running. You think the blade might come down before you get out and you can’t help yourself. You just never know.”

She paused for a moment. Then she smiled as she looked our little group over. “Ok. So who wants to go next?”

I blurted out, “You once said we’re allowed to fuck in the guillotine? Is that right?”

“If you want,” she said to me with a knowing nod. Then she addressed the others by saying, “Anyone who’s shy and doesn’t want to watch someone having sex in the guillotine can head upstairs and wait a few minutes. So go ahead and leave now.” She paused dramatically, but nobody left.

I was so horny I just had to have a release. Besides, I figured the blade wouldn’t come down this early, would it? So I started to strip.

Tekoma, Mera and Petria looked at me in shock. The guys all whooped and cheered. Frieda just grinned at me. I noticed she had not put her clothes back on, nor did she act as though she was going to.

“Chad!” I pointed as I dropped my skirt, indicating I was wearing nothing underneath. “You’re up!”

He grinned at Buck as Frieda helped me lie face down on the bench. My wet pussy was obvious to anyone who looked at it. I knew by the way he was rapidly undressing that Chad was eager to fuck me in front of the whole damned room.

I suddenly got nervous when I saw the wicker basket below my head. I was panting as Frieda cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she brought the lunette down.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she got ready to latch it. “Once it’s latched, you can’t get off the ride until it passes the five minute mark.” She chuckled with amusement.

“Lock her in!” Chad declared. Then he thrust into my wet cunt, causing me to cry out. Frieda latched me in before I could change my mind.

The timer immediately began ticking… 5:05… 5:06… 5:07. “You’ve got ‘til 10:04,” Frieda told me. Gawd; what had I gotten myself into??

Chad pounded me from behind like we were all alone. I cried out as I stared at the ticking timer on the wall in front of me. My fear and arousal were clear off the charts. What if the blade dropped early and took my head off??

I suddenly blurted out, “I’ve ch-changed my mind!”

“Too late,” Frieda chuckled as she came around in front and caressed my cheek. “You’ll be good eating once the blade comes down.”

“Ohgawd!”

Chad fucked me good and hard. I heard gasps and moans from the others. I caught sight of Frieda touching herself all over as she moaned, “Gawd, I should have let Buck fuck me while I was all locked in.”

“Next time!” I heard Buck eagerly blurt out. The bastard was happy to fuck anything that moved.

The timer passed six minutes… then seven… and then eight. Why the hell was it taking so long?? I suddenly became terrified I would not live to see ten.

By 9:06 I was cumming up a storm as Chad emptied himself deep inside me. I wanted out, but there was still time on my meter, so to speak. Chad was still inside me, thrusting as though he hadn’t cum yet, even though I knew he had.

I begged Frieda to shut it down, but she just laughed. Chad kept fucking me as I mentally willed the timer to hurry along. I actually came again at 9:55.

I was deathly afraid my head was coming off before they could shut it down. Then I heard everyone counting down. Frieda finally stepped up and flipped the latch at 10:06. That’s when I fainted dead away.

2022 (written Oct 18 ’22; ed. Jan 18 ‘23 by riwa)