Chad checked his guillotine, making sure it was still in working order. He made sure the blade was lifted up and locked into position. Debra’s blood mingled with Hilary’s to drip off the razor-sharp edge.
My daughter nudged Naomi. “You’re next, right?”
The pretty Asian girl suddenly seemed uncertain of herself. I caught her hesitation and asked, “What’s the matter? Would you prefer to go last?”
“I thought you wanted to do me last, mom.” Carrie was right of course.
Chad looked over at Naomi and my daughter. He smiled as he asked, “Is there a holdup here?”
“N-no holdup,” Naomi said in a quivering voice. “I suppose I should go next; right?”
I smiled as I told her, “Only if you want to, honey. Only if you want to.”
“Are you going to back out now?”
“Carrie, that’s not very nice.”
“Mom; she agreed!”
“She can change her mind if she wishes, right? I can always take her back with me.”
Naomi looked at me and tried to smile. “Give me a minute; ok, Mrs. Walker?”
“Sure thing, honey.”
Naomi went over and got a closer look at the naked, headless bodies. They were still draining out. There was not as much blood as before. But it was still dribbling out of both severed necks.
Matching streams created rivulets to the drain. There was also a stream going from the wicker basket. So far it had caught two heads. That was a lot of blood that had been pumped out.
Naomi went over and looked at both heads on the shelf. Her breath caught in her throat. Then she quietly murmured, “Taylor went out the same way, didn’t she.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Carrie told her irritably.
“I want… to go out… I mean… to be like Taylor.” Then Naomi walked over to the guillotine. She gulped as she looked at the rails that would guide the blade down to slice through her throat.
My daughter changed tactics, wanting to be helpful. “Want me to lick you out? I will if you want me too. Hilary came so hard when I licked her out, you know.”
“No, I don’t…”
“Would you like my help, honey? Or would you like to back out?”
Naomi looked down into the wicker basket. It appeared to give her the shivers something fierce. Then she stammered, “Would you help me lie f-face up, Mrs. Walker? I just c-can’t look down to see where my head is going to land.”
“Cool! I knew she’d go through with it!”
I gave a disapproving look at my enthusiastic daughter. Then I went over to assist Naomi. Chad hovered nearby with the handcuffs at the ready.
“Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No; I really want to do it, Mrs. Walker. I’m just… a little nervous.”
“You want to lie face up on your back?”
“If you don’t mind.”
I nodded as I assisted her down onto the cushioned bench. Then I helped her lie backward. Chad helped me slide her forward until her head went through the opening, exposing her neck to the blade above.
She gasped as she looked up at the glistening steel. I tried to distract her by asking, “You want your hands cuffed, honey?”
“I think you’d better do it, Mrs. Walker. Right now I’m so… I’m so nervous.”
I smiled as I knelt and grabbed one wrist. I cuffed it before reaching underneath for the other one. I pulled her arm under the bench until I could cuff them both together.
Chad came over with the lunette. I stretched out a hand for it, telling him, “I think she’ll feel better if I do it.” He just smiled and nodded.
I showed it to her before asking, “Are you ready for this, honey?” She gulped and nodded. Then a drop of blood splattered onto her neck from the blade above.
She inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes. I slowly slid the lunette into place before locking it down. When I looked questioningly at Chad, he nodded I had done it right.
“Scared, honey?” She nodded her head.
“Want to change your mind?” A shake of the head.
“Want me to help you?” She nodded again.
I knelt close and began touching her all over. I caressed her gorgeous mounds, noting the way her chest rose and fell from each breath she took. She was trembling all over.
“Do you want to back out, honey?” She shook her head again.
“Do you want to be one of Taylor’s followers?” She nodded.
“Do you want to do this for me?” That’s when she looked at me in surprise.
“Honey, you look so sexy lying there like that. I’m ashamed to admit I was turned on watching the beheading of Hilary. And I was turned on watching the beheading of Debra. I’m really looking forward to watching the beheading of my daughter.”
Carrie looked at me and grinned. “That is so fucking hot, mom! You’re going to cum during my beheading, aren’t you?”
“I sure am, honey.” She practically swooned with excitement at my remark.
Naomi looked up at me as I leaned over her, still caressing her mounds. “Are you excited s-seeing me like this, Mrs. Walker?”
“Honey, you have no idea. Would you like to see?” She nodded.
I walked around front where I spread my legs and all but stood over her. She looked up to see my dripping pussy. It was tingling like crazy.
I stood there and masturbated for a few moments, groping my boobs while fingering my cunt. “Honey, I’m going to cum so hard when the blade takes you. I hope you don’t mind. But I just might have to pick up your severed head, mash your face into my crotch and cum all over you. Would that be all right?”
Her eyes opened wide. I thought I saw her nipples harden. I could tell she was panting for breath.
Another drop of blood hit her neck. She gasped and whimpered. “Oh, honey; you have no idea how much it excites me to see you facing the blade like that, the blood of Hilary and Debra splatting onto your neck where the blade is going to fall.”
I walked around and knelt beside her where I began playing with her breasts again. “Your body is going to jerk and buck once your head is gone, honey. Hell, I might even cum twice.”
I allowed my hands to roam until one reached down to her crotch. Her nub had swollen, her labia fully engorging. Despite her fear, she was obviously experiencing some sort of excitement.
I fingered her dripping slit. She inhaled sharply. So I fingered her harder until she began to writhe and moan.
“You like that, honey?” She moaned and whimpered in response. “Oh, honey; I bet you’re going to squirt for me when the blade falls. I bet you’re going to put on one hell of a show; am I right?”
She gasped and whimpered as she wriggled and squirmed. I adjusted my position until I got a good look at her face. Most of the fear had ebbed away.
“Taylor’s waiting for you, honey. She had the ride of her life. Now you’re going to take that very same ride. How does it feel?”
“I… I don’t… I…”
I fingered her harder as I groped and fondled her. She really began to writhe and hump against my hand. Then I looked over at the controls.
Carrie was right there, her hand at the ready. Chad was standing nearby, his cock erect again. It finally occurred to me the cameras were busy taking pictures.
I shook my head at my daughter… not yet. Then I really finger-fucked Naomi’s cunt. The sexy Asian rose up to hump against my hand.
I really wanted to set her mind at ease. I also wanted her to lose her head. It was shameful, yet my pussy was throbbing like crazy.
I waited until she was on the verge of cumming. I looked at Carrie and shook my head again. Then I pulled my fingers out.
I climbed on, straddling Naomi’s naked body. I ground my nub against hers. Then I began rubbing her boobs while riding her.
“So sexy, honey. I’m going to cum all over you when the blade falls. My gawd; you have no idea how wet I am right now! Can’t you feel how wet I am??”
Naomi panted and moaned as her chest rose and fell. I groped and massaged her boobs as I began fucking her crotch to crotch. Her body actually began rocking against mine as we developed a rhythm.
“You want me to cum all over you when the blade falls, honey? Is that what you want? You want me to cum all over you as you lose your head for Taylor?”
She panted and whimpered as she looked up at me. I think the fear was trying to re-establish itself. But I could also see her excitement beginning to build.
“Gawd, honey. You’re going to get so many fucking likes when I show off your sexy head on Instagram. Is that what you want? You want to give up your head for Taylor and I so you can get a ton of likes?”
She panted as I ground against her. Her eyes were open wide as she stared up at the blade. I think the fear was still there; I’m sure it was a natural reaction. But I think I was also helping her get into it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have. But I was so damned turned on. I think she wanted to go through with it. She just needed a little extra motivation.
I really ground against her swollen nub as I rode her. We both panted like crazy. “Honey, when the blade falls, we’re both going to cum like a couple of cheap whores.”
She gasped and whimpered. She was really writhing underneath me. Then I pinched her nipples hard.
She yipped and moaned. I panted, “Honey, I want your head so fucking bad. Can I have your head? Will you let me take it?”
Her reply surprised me. “Yes, Mrs. Walker. Take my head. Please take my head.”
I was astonished I’d helped her come around so enthusiastically. I looked over at Carrie and shook my head… still not yet. Then I repeated my words to Naomi.
“Can I take your head, honey? Gawd; I want your head! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”
“Take it, Mrs. Walker. Take it!”
“Can I have it, honey?”
“Take it!”
“Gawd; I’m gonna cum!”
“TAKE IT – TAKE IT!”
I cried out as I ground against her crotch. Her back arched as she humped me back. We were both cumming when I furiously nodded my head.
The blade came whooshing down. Naomi’s orgasmic cries were silenced as the blade bottomed out with a loud thunk. Her head dropped into the wicker basket as a huge crimson flow began pouring out of her severed neck.
I leaped off as she continued bucking and humping, her secured arms jerking wildly underneath the bench. I rushed around front and pulled her head out. Then I mashed her face into my soaked crotch, not yet aware we’d just squirted against each other.
I humped her again and again as I spewed my discharge all over her face for a second time. I simply could not stop cumming. It was shameful as hell, but it was totally worth it.
I looked over to see Carrie furiously masturbating. Even Chad was stroking himself. It was erotic as hell.
I finally came down from my orgasmic high. I lifted Naomi’s head up for the cameras to see. Pictures were snapped of her face dripping from a mixture of blood and fluids.
Carrie collapsed onto the floor moaning “Oh fuck; oh gawd; oh fuck!” I thought Chad was going to jerk a load right then and there. But he calmed right back down as though he wanted to save it for later.
I took one last look at Naomi’s face before I kissed her lips. Her mouth was open from a mixture of bliss and surprise. Then her expression sagged tiredly.
Her body finally settled down until she stopped jerking around. I took her head around and set it on top of her stomach right close to her crotch. Then I had to pause to catch my breath.
Carrie finally stood up and got her iPhone. Chad came over and helped show us a lot of pictures. I noticed there weren’t any showing her head free from the mess that had been made.
I asked, “Shouldn’t we clean her up first?”
“No, mom; I like this one. It’s really hot.”
Carrie picked the one of my kissing Naomi’s soaked lips. “Not that one,” I said as my face flushed crimson.
“Mom; it’s fucking great!”
I just waved dismissively… “Whatever.”
“Everybody’s going to love this one, mom!” Then she sent it out.
We checked the other two posts of Hilary and Debra to see how well they were doing. They were already racking up a large number of likes. There were several comments indicating how hot the heads looked.
Carrie got a rag and wiped the blood and my cum off Naomi’s head. She walked it over and placed it next to the others. Then she stood there admiring them as blood continued to trickle out of their severed necks.
Chad helped me remove Naomi’s handcuffs. Then we carried her over and stretched her out next to Debra. Hilary, Debra and Naomi now lay on their backs together with their feet close to the wall.
Severed necks pointed in the direction of the drain. Now there were three sets of crimson rivulets. It should have been horrifying. But I found it disturbingly erotic knowing who had just been beheaded.
Carrie finally came over and kissed me deeply. “That was so hot!” she panted when we came up for air. “The way you talked her into it? I kind of think she did it for you more than she did it for Taylor!”
“As long as she enjoyed the ride, honey.”
“Hell, that’s the way I want to go out!”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Hell yeah! You have no idea how hot that was. I came so hard I couldn’t stand up anymore!”
“So you have no qualms whatsoever about losing your head today?”
“It wouldn’t be right watching their beheading and then chickening out; would it, mom?”
“I suppose not. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of it?”
“Oh mom. You know you want to watch me lose my head. I saw how excited you were riding Naomi when the blade fell. You fucking loved it!”
“I just want to give you every opportunity to change your mind.”
“I’m not going to change my mind, mom. Besides, you want me to lose my head. Isn’t that right?”
I stared at her for a long moment, not wanting to answer the question. She just grinned and laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Honey, my sexual excitement is not what’s important here.”
“But that’s why you came along; right, mom?”
It seemed there was no way of talking her out of it. Deep down, I really did want her to go through with it. But that was selfish on my part. I didn’t want to influence her in any way.
“So is there going to be one more beheading or not?”
We both looked at Chad in surprise. He had the lunette in his hands. I’d forgotten he was standing there.
“Of course!” Carrie gasped excitedly.
“Face up or face down?”
Carrie thought about it for a long moment. Then she walked over to the guillotine. Chad had already lifted the blade back up into place before locking it down.
Blood dripped off the blade into the wicker below. It had recently claimed three young women, and was eager to take a fourth. There had been no thought whatsoever given to who they were or the type of lives they might have gone on to experience.
Carrie shivered before looking down into the wicker basket. The straw below was partly matted with blood. I grabbed her shoulder as I murmured, “Quite the choice, eh? Look up at the blade or down into the basket?”
“I think I’ll look down, mom. I want to see where I’m going. I’ll be falling into the same place as Debra, Naomi and my lover Hilary. Besides, I don’t think I want to look up at the blade. That might really freak me out.”
“Looks like my daughter’s going on her final ride lying face down,” I told Chad with a smile.
I felt a perverse thrill as an erotic shiver rippled through me. What kind of mother becomes excited at the thought of witnessing her daughter’s beheading? Was I the only one on the entire planet who would ever enjoy such a kinky spectacle??
2020 (written for Carrie Nov 11 ’20 by riwa)