Note: there are two previous parts that I did not write. I have listed them below and included links to the stories as well as a link to the story that inspired it all by Minos.

Giving Head I by Karen & Giving Head II by Karen (posted at Dolcettish – registration is free)                 Perilous Machines – Giving Head by Minos (Picture story that inspired it all)                                        Perilous Machines – Plans (Similar picture story using Karen’s name)

Giving Head Part III

© 2015

written for Dorothy and Emma by Riwa

inspired by the Karen stories and the Minos story that started it all

 

Dorothy Curtis strode into the room, looking rather anxious. The young dark-haired secretary at the desk looked up startled. “Uh, can I help you, miss?”

“My name is Dorothy Curtis and I’m looking for my sister. Her name is Zilpha.”

“Zilpha? That’s a rather distinctive name, miss… no offense.”

“None taken. Has she been in here? I’ve been looking all over for her, and I can’t find her anywhere! I heard she might be coming this way.”

“I can check my records, miss, but I’m sure she hasn’t been in here. That’s a name I’m sure I would have remembered.”

“Would she be in your records?”

“She would if she came through this way.”

“Well would you please check, love?”

The secretary smiled at the charming British accent as she quickly skimmed through a file. “No, miss… no Zilpha.”

“What’s beyond that door?” Dorothy pointed, not sure if she believed the secretary or not. After all, Zilpha was missing and had left some rather ominous clues behind as to where she might be going.

“Oh that? That’s our guillotine room.”

“Guillotine room?” Dorothy gasped in astonishment. “Bloody hell, love! What do you mean by ‘guillotine room’?”

“It’s a room with our guillotine, of course,” the secretary replied with a smile. “We get ladies in here all the time; some to pay off debts and some as volunteers. It’s soundproofed as you may have guessed.”

“You mean you have women actually ride the bloody thing because they WANT to??” Dorothy gasped in astonishment. The thought was almost too horrific to contemplate… and yet for some reason it made her knickers wet. Surely Zilpha wouldn’t go in THERE, would she??

“You’d be surprised, hun,” the secretary replied with a smile. “Why just last week we had a volunteer named Karen come in and ride the guillotine. I guess the last secretary we had found it so arousing that she went in right afterwards and voluntarily lost her head as well. The cleanup crew had a double mess to attend to from what I understand. You see I only got the job a few days ago.”

Dorothy found herself panting heavily. For some reason the idea of women voluntarily allowing their heads to be cut off was terribly erotic in a horrific kind of way. “How does it work?” she asked nervously, wondering why she suddenly seemed to be so curious about it.

“Once you’re inside the room, hun, the door automatically closes and locks and remains that way for six hours… that is, unless you lose your head before then. Otherwise the door opens shortly after a guillotining takes place. There is a keypad on the machine for punching in numbers to stand on the platform to the bascule to be restrained and for the time it takes the blade to fall once you are locked in. But I understand it’s been updated to include a certain randomness should the keypad not be activated.”

“Randomness?”

“It randomly locks a victim in if she tarries too long on the platform. Then it gives her a random timeframe to consider what she’s gotten herself into before the blade falls. Makes them squirm quite a bit, you see. Some women want it done right away, while others kind of hem and haw about the whole thing. The randomness was recently installed into the system for some of these women who just can’t make up their minds.” The secretary smiled coyly at that.

“Is that all there is to it?” Dorothy wanted to know.

“Not all, miss. You see Mr. Walker runs this facility, and he has cameras installed in strategic locations all around the room. That way he can watch the executions as they happen. He also records it for posterity because some beheadings he likes to watch over and over again. I suppose he sells copies to certain individuals, but I really have no proof of that other than imagining that’s what I would do were I in his shoes, especially since something of this nature is liable to have great monetary value.”

Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I must be mistaken then,” she told the secretary. “Zilpha probably wouldn’t come in here for THAT! Now if you had an iron maiden on the premises, then I might be a little bit worried.”

“Oh, but we do, Miss Curtis. It’s down in our basement.”

Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat, and her eyes flew open in alarm. “Could she… could she be down there?” she asked worriedly, suddenly finding it hard to catch her breath.

“Now I don’t know, Miss Curtis,” the secretary said politely. “I suppose we could check our records. But she’s certainly not up here; I can assure you of that! In fact, I can tell you the last woman who passed through that door into the guillotine room was a…” She paused long enough to check her records. “…a Mrs. Emma Hunter.”

Dorothy’s jaw dropped clear to the floor as her eyes went wide. “Emma Hunter??” she breathed in horror, clutching her chest as though her heart was going to burst forth. That was the name of her married sister! Surely Zilpha hadn’t used Emma’s name to get inside, had she?

…and then the door to the guillotine room suddenly swung partway open…

“Emma??” Dorothy repeated in horror, clasping a hand over her mouth in utter shock as her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “You mean she’s been in there the whole time we’ve been talking out here??!!”

“But miss, I thought you said your sister’s name was Zilpha…”

“… and the door opened!” Dorothy went on, suddenly not listening to her as she stared in horror at the door now standing ajar. “You said the door opens after six hours unless…” Then she gasped as she turned to the secretary…

“Tell me it’s been six hours since she went through that door.”

“Miss Curtis, she’s only been in there 35 minutes.” That’s when the color drained from Dorothy’s face as the implication of what that meant set in. But the secretary was still confused.

“I thought you said that Zilpha was your sister!” But Dorothy wasn’t listening to her. She was headed for the door…

“ZILPHA?? BLOODY HELL; YOU DIDN’T!!” Then she stepped right on through before the secretary could stop her. A moment later the secretary heard a scream of shock and horror from inside the room.

“MISS CURTIS, THAT’S EMMA IN THERE; NOT ZILPHA! COME BACK! COME OUT OF THERE THIS INSTANT OR YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT SIX HOURS TO…” But it was too late. The door swung closed, and she heard it lock itself.

“I’m going to be in so much trouble with this one,” the secretary muttered unhappily, shaking her head. Then she buzzed Mr. Walker’s office to explain what had just happened…

—

Dorothy stared in horror at the sight before her. A naked body was twitching and spasming as it lay secured upon the bascule. The form looked familiar but she couldn’t be sure… didn’t want to be sure. Dorothy hesitantly stepped forward until she could see the interior of the metal bucket lying in front of the contraption.

It wasn’t Zilpha after all…

Her sister Emma – or her head rather – looked up at her with an expression of utter shock on her face. A smear of blood covered one cheek, although most of the blood now pumping out of the severed neck was avoiding the metal bowl by pouring down just shy of the steel bowl and collecting into a depression in the floor with a metallic grating covering some sort of drain. There was a sudden flutter in the eyelids that made Dorothy cry out and wet herself. Then the expression sagged tiredly.

“BLOODY HELL!” Then Dorothy turned and rushed for the door. But it was closed and locked; she couldn’t get out.

“LET ME OUT; LET ME OUT!” She pounded on the door, but to no avail. Then she remembered the secretary telling her the room was soundproofed, and she sagged in defeat.

What had that secretary said… something about six hours? Was she now condemned to spend six hours with the head and corpse of her sister Emma?? Dorothy let out another scream of horror… and then promptly wet herself again as she orgasmed like crazy.

She felt dizzy and disoriented, backing up and causing her to put a hand out to steady her balance. Her hand touched the bascule and she turned and saw her sister’s headless body twitch and spasm again. She let out another shriek as she backed away from it in horror.

Six hours? Six bloody hours??!! This was going to be intolerable!!

Dorothy trembled as she looked down at the head of her sister in the metal bucket. Then she looked at the guillotine and followed the rails up with her eyes until she saw the blade apparently locked back into the ‘ready’ position. Fresh blood dripped off the diagonal edge – her sister’s blood. She gasped… and then screamed in orgasm all over again.

Dorothy collapsed onto the floor, rolling back and forth as she tried to compose herself. Her climax plateaued, ebbed and faded, leaving her breathless again. Somehow she managed to get back on her feet.

There was an unidentifiable hum, a quiet sound that caused her to look up. It was coming from the blade itself, or perhaps from the framework around the blade. It made the bloody thing seem as though it was alive!!

There was a sudden more noticeable hum from the bascule as it suddenly tipped and angled backward. Her eyes flew open in horror as the naked body of her sister was stood upright, blood still oozing out of her severed neck. Then the restraints came open and her sister’s headless body crumpled onto the floor.

Dorothy trembled like crazy as she looked down upon it in complete and utter astonishment. Her sister’s nipples were still erect from some sort of perverse arousal. And her trimmed pussy was glistening. That’s when Dorothy detected the faint aroma of urine.

There was yet another spasmodic quiver in the headless corpse. Dorothy lost it again, screaming in orgasm as her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the floor a second time, rolling around in an orgasmic fog until her vision cleared and the intense pleasure faded away.

For awhile Dorothy just sat there numb with shock. Then she took stock of her surroundings. She found one camera embedded in the wall as evidenced by a little red light indicating its presence and that it was recording. Then she found another… and then another. This Mr. Walker fellow must have watched her sister lose her head from several camera angles… and now he was probably watching her too!

Dorothy wanted to say something, but thought better of it. What could she say? If the secretary was right, there was no way she was getting out of here anyway before the six hours were up, not unless she took matters into her own hands and…

Dorothy stood up and shook her head, trying to drive THAT thought right out of her mind. That was crazy thinking; just plain crazy! Then she looked at Emma’s headless, naked body again. Apparently her sister had given it some thought, certainly enough thought to cause her to put herself into that hellish contraption! What the bloody hell was she thinking??!!

Dorothy walked over to the door again and tried it. She shouldn’t have been all that surprised to find it was still locked. Then she looked up at one of the cameras. “I don’t suppose you could let me out of here, could you?” There was no response.

Obviously he could see her. But couldn’t he respond? Or was the room set up so that neither party on either side of the lens could communicate with the other? The secretary out there had said it was soundproofed! Was she truly alone in here with a head and naked corpse for a six hour duration, even if it was her beloved sister??

Dorothy walked over to the metal bucket and once again looked inside at the head of her sister. This time it didn’t seem quite so bad, didn’t have the same impact from the first time she’d seen it. Was she starting to get used to it, used to the horror of it all? And why was she feeling all tingly and strangely aroused??

“Bloody hell, love; what were you thinking?” Dorothy asked the head, shaking hers in dismay. “I might have expected this from Zilpha, but not you; certainly not you!” Dorothy looked up at the blade again, wincing in near orgasm as another drop of fresh blood dripped down.

She looked all around the room, but there was nothing else to see. All it contained was the silver metallic guillotine and the keypad to operate it. What had that secretary said about setting the controls? Dorothy wasn’t sure she wanted to remember that part.

She walked over to her sister’s body and looked down upon it. It seemed grotesque the way it lay crumpled like that with tits and pussy fully exposed. Dorothy felt like she ought to at least give it some dignity, or at least cover it from voyeuristic eyes. She found her sister’s skirt and blouse folded neatly in a corner, and she used them to cover Emma’s nakedness. But she couldn’t stop trembling from some perverse excitement within her that just wouldn’t go away!

She walked around to the front of the guillotine and made herself look down into the metal bowl again. Emma’s head looked back at her with that same tired expression. But now she thought she saw something else. Had her sister experienced one last orgasm before she’d lost her head? There was certainly an aroma in the room… or was that just the smell of piss as well as those bloody orgasms she kept on having??

She looked around the walls of the room, locating all the cameras. “Did you enjoy that?” she sarcastically called out to one of them. “Did you enjoy watching my sister lose her head? Is that what got you off?”

She suddenly felt another erotic jolt ripple throughout her body. According to the secretary that’s exactly what the cameras were there for: so he could watch a beheading from every possible angle. In fact this Mr. Walker was probably watching her right now just to see what she would do!

Dorothy found herself breathing heavily again. She could tell right away she was wet down below, wet from her insane arousal and the shameful orgasms she’d endured thus far. Did that perverted bastard actually want to see more??

She could certainly give him a show; she had six hours to kill before the room let her out. She could strip out of her clothes and entertain him, give him something to see. Otherwise she was liable to go stark raving mad, especially with no one in here to talk to save the head of her dearly departed sister!

“What do you think, love?” she asked Emma’s head in the metal bucket. She felt another erotic shudder and she panted for breath. “You’re no help at all, love,” Dorothy told the head. “So I think I’ll do it anyway.”

She located one of the cameras and then started to strip for it. She kicked off her shoes and then slowly removed her blouse. The skirt came next until she was left in her bra, knickers and nylons. She folded her clothes and then left them in a pile on her shoes near the body of her sister.

“Want to see more?” she asked the camera. “Well why not? You saw all my sister’s goodies!” Then she reached behind her back and popped the clasp to her bra. It fell away, exposing her impressive, quivering mounds while revealing how erect her nipples were. Surely Mr. Walker would appreciate seeing how aroused she was!

She thumbed the waistband to her knickers, slowly pulling them down as well. Then she worked the nylons down her legs until she was totally naked. She tossed her underthings in the direction of her skirt and blouse, smiling as she presented herself to that particular camera. Then she spread her arms and proclaimed, “How does this suit you? Like what you see?

She moved around the room to each camera, flashing herself at each one. The whole time she felt an incredible arousal at the thought she might be getting him off. Then she turned and looked at the guillotine again. A little voice in the back of her head told her, “Now THAT’S what he wants to see, and you KNOW it!!”

Dorothy inhaled sharply as she started to tremble again. Then she looked down into the metal bucket at her sister’s head. “Did you do it for him, love?” she asked quietly. “Did you put yourself into the guillotine for his sake? Or did you do it for yourself? Why’d you do it, love?” There was no answer.

She walked to the back of the guillotine again where she saw her sister’s covered body. It was close to the bascule and she felt it should be a little farther away. So she grabbed both wrists and dragged it away from the lethal contraption.

She looked up at the cameras again, and a thought occurred to her. She turned in the direction of her sister’s severed head as another erotic shudder rippled through her. “I think he wants to see your sexy corpse, love,” she told it. “And since you’re too dead to care anymore…”

She carefully removed the skirt and blouse she’d laid out upon the body, folding the clothes and placing them upon her own. Then she arranged her sister’s nude corpse so the legs were spread, giving the jolly old pervert a good view of everything: tits, pussy and all.

“There; is that better?” she asked the nearest camera. Then she turned and looked over at the bascule. “Oh, you want more?” she added with a coy little smile.

She was starting to become a little giddy; was she losing her mind? Had she snapped from the horror of it all? Or was her reaction simply the only way she could cope? Dorothy Curtis had no idea.

She walked up to the bascule, hesitated a moment, and then very slowly stepped onto the platform and pressed herself into it. “You like this?” she called out at one of the cameras. “You like the thought of me being restrained so you can watch your bloody machine cut my head off? Is that what you’re after?”

She inhaled sharply as she quickly backed out of the bascule. What the hell was she thinking crawling in there like that? She just stared at the damnable thing as her body started trembling like crazy again.

She turned to stare right into one of the cameras, struggling to catch her breath. “You want to see me lose my head; don’t you, love!” she breathed, the thought of it giving her the shakes. “Does that get you off?”

She hesitated for a moment before deliberately stepping up onto the platform up against the bascule again. She felt an erotic shudder as her naked body came in contact with cold steel. Now all it would take would be the machine locking her in! She could end up just like her sister if she wasn’t careful!

She suddenly stepped back out of it again, panting heavily for breath. She was trembling again, her breasts heaving as she tried to compose herself! She was terribly excited; what the bloody hell was wrong with her??!!

She could plug numbers into the keypad if she wanted to; that would certainly reduce the time she had left in the room by several hours. But did she really want to give up her head so easily?? Apparently her sister had most certainly been willing! If only she could communicate with her now… find out what her thoughts had been in those last few moments before getting locked into the bascule!

She turned and looked at another camera, deliberately flashing her goodies at it. “You WANT me in that bascule now, don’t you!” she taunted. “You WANT to watch me lose my head; don’t you, you bloody bastard!” And with that she deliberately backed into it again, stepping up onto the platform in reverse with her back to the cold steel.

Dorothy felt another erotic jolt as her breath caught in her throat. Her mind screamed, “ARE YOU INSANE??” She trembled like crazy as she quickly stepped back out of it.

She slowly walked around to the front of the contraption; she had to see her sister’s head again. Somehow she had to understand! Then she looked closely into Emma’s face.

Was she seeing things? Was she going crazy or was there a look of ecstasy in Emma’s eyes?? Just what HAD her sister experienced in those last, fateful moments??

Dorothy reached out and tentatively touched the metallic channel the blade had passed through. She got the shivers again, finding herself strangely excited. No it was more than that; she was actually AROUSED!

Her nipples protruded out of her boobs as though they were going to pop off!! Was she losing her mind? A female could certainly go crazy left all alone in a room like this for any length of time, especially with a severed head and headless, naked corpse to keep her company!

She walked back to the bascule and thoughtfully caressed it, contemplating how her sister’s warm, naked body had laid inside it just a short time ago. Now Emma was headless, her corpse all splayed out for the enjoyment of that pervert Mr. Walker. Dorothy couldn’t help moaning softly due to the perverse eroticism of it all.

She moved back to the bascule and looked up at one of the cameras again. Then she deliberately backed up into it, stepping backward up onto the platform while feeling the cold metal press against her backside. She felt another incredible surge of arousal; if she stayed there much longer she just might cum all over again!!

All of the sudden she heard a mechanical hum as motors began to close the restraints around her. Dorothy let out a cry of alarm, but she couldn’t move. She was numb with shock, numb from an insane arousal. By the time she’d obtained full use of her senses to react, it was too late. She was locked in!

Dorothy promptly wet herself, screaming in orgasm. She’d forgotten all about the random settings that secretary had told her about. Or had she?

Was it possible she had deliberately done this on a subconscious level? Was it possible she wanted to fully experience what was now displayed on her sister’s face, the look in the eyes of that incredible severed head lying inside that metal bucket? Or was it possible she simply wanted to put on the ultimate show for Mr. Walker?

Dorothy panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as she started to hyperventilate. Her mind was screaming at her…”Why – why – WHY DID YOU DO IT??” She had no answer.

There was a loud click followed by another whirring motor and a quiet hum. Then Dorothy felt the bascule start to tip her over backwards… SHE WAS BEING MOVED INTO POSITION!! She screamed in orgasm yet again, her body shuddering as she wet herself once more.

In her haze she wondered if Mr. Walker was enjoying the show right now. It was incredibly erotic knowing some pervert was out there getting off on all this! Was he stroking; was he masturbating to the sight of her getting locked into the bascule and being tipped into position? Or did he have a female mouth working his cock while he was watching the view from the cameras… that secretary perhaps?

Dorothy continued to tip back until the bascule lay horizontally. She looked up and saw the blade hovering directly above her as she was slid up into place. Then the lunette came down upon her neck and locked in, the last solemn piece of the puzzle to the crazy way her life was about to end.

Dorothy looked up in horror to see the blade looking down on her. She saw a drop of blood release from the cold steel, plummeting until it splattered onto her chin. That set her off once more, and she screamed in orgasm as she wet herself all over again, her naked body writhing in the cold, metal bascule.

She panted heavily for breath, hyperventilating like crazy as she stared upward. How soon – how soon; how long would it take? Hadn’t the secretary said something about some randomness program? Bloody hell; how long was she going to have to wait for it??

“Get me out of here!” she cried out at one of the cameras. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”

Her arms and legs started thrashing about with what limited movement they could achieve. She writhed back and forth until she felt the contraption start to shudder from her movements. Then she froze as she stared up at the blade in horror, afraid her struggles might trigger the damned thing.

Bloody hell – bloody hell – BLOODY HELL!!!

Was this how her sister had felt moments before she’d lost her head? Was she scared, exhilarated, terrified, ecstatic? Dorothy felt all of those and more!

How long – how long – HOW LONG??? There was no way of knowing. She hadn’t plugged any numbers into the keypad, hadn’t even touched the bloody thing! If it was all random the way the secretary had said, then the blade might come down at any moment… or it might not come down for hours!

Dorothy gasped for breath as though her lungs were struggling to function. She suddenly became painfully aware of the cocks she would no longer get to experience. There would be no more fuckings, no more BDSM sessions with the men she hired. Soon there would be no more ANYTHING!

…and then another drop of fresh blood – her sister’s blood – plummeted down from the blade, splatting upon her neck, splatting right where the blade would come down!!! Dorothy screamed as she orgasmed again, her naked body writhing like crazy all secured within the bascule.

She closed her eyes, caught her breath, tried to compose herself. She looked up, saw the blade above her, and nearly screamed again. It was real, it was all so bloody real!!

Her nipples were hard, so very hard protruding out of her boobs that they hurt. And she was wet down below, so very, very wet! Surely she was giving that bloody wanker Mr. Walker a hell of a good show, wasn’t she? The thought made her tremble like crazy. Strangely she actually wanted him to watch her, to enjoy the show. But at the same time she desperately wanted him to get her the hell out of the bloody thing!

She tried to speak; discovered that her throat was dry. She gasped for breath, whimpering pitifully as she writhed and wriggled. Then she focused her eyes again upon the blade above her, the ever-present blade of death hovering ominously above her just waiting for the command to drop. It scared her half to death, a fear that was intense with its eroticism.

Dorothy tried to be quiet, tried to listen for any sound that would indicate the door was opening, that Mr. Walker was coming, that the secretary was entering to fix this terrible mistake. But was it really a mistake? Deep down had she wanted this all along just like her crazy sister apparently had?

She could feel how wet her pussy was, feel the ache – the throbbing – as though it was going to explode. It was so hard to catch her breath; she kept hyperventilating like crazy. And every little creak in the room – every little noise – made her stare up at the blade in terror as though it might start its downward journey at any moment!

How long had it been… minutes… hours?? How much longer would it be?? Then she thought about her other sister, and she wondered where the hell Zilpha had gone!

Was she outside the door right now, just as she had been outside the door the whole time not knowing her sister Emma was getting into this very bascule that would hold her in place while the blade took her head? How could she possibly have known Emma was beyond the door losing her head while she was out there talking to that bloody secretary asking about Zilpha?? Maybe her other sister was out there at this very moment…

“ZILPHAAAA??? ZILPHA, I’M IN HERRE!!! ZILPHA; GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I’M IN HEREEEE!!!”

There was a constant humming coming from somewhere up near the blade, a humming that abruptly ceased. Dorothy looked up just in time to see the blade suddenly plummeting downward. Her eyes flew open in horror and she opened her mouth to scream, only to feel a sharp pain slice right through her neck. Then she was falling, tumbling backward, falling into the abyss.

Her face came to rest against her sister’s left cheek, allowing her to stare right into Emma’s tired eyes. Dorothy tried to scream, but nothing came out as her mouth gaped open. Her lips twitched as her eyelids fluttered.

She was unaware of her body bucking in the bascule, unaware of the massive climax her dying corpse was experiencing. She was unaware she had squirted, had really wet herself at the very last moment. And she was unaware that the door had now swung partway open.

The last thing she saw was a close-up of her sister Emma’s face. Then her eyelids fluttered once more as her vision faded away. Her body continued to twitch and spasm involuntarily for several more minutes within the bascule before it was tipped up and released, allowing her headless corpse to crumple onto the cold, hard floor not too far away from that of her sister Emma…

—

Zilpha watched the monitor in horror as she stood strapped into the Iron Maiden. “That was your other sister?” the man in the black hood observed with a wry smile. “They both must have enjoyed the guillotine very much. Now let’s get you all locked in, shall we?” Then he started to close the door.

Zilpha started screaming moments before the many spikes started pushing against her tender flesh. She felt painful penetrations in one… five… ten… dozens of places. The spikes pushed deeper into her flesh as the door closed tighter, cutting off the light to the outside world. Then it slammed shut, leaving her in suffocating darkness to scream at the top of her lungs as she slowly bled out from a multitude of piercings.

…and then she was cumming and cumming and cumming as though she would never stop…

© 2015

(written for Dorothy and Emma Jan 30 by riwa)