It came special delivery. Winston and his wife Vivien hauled it to the back of the house to their special room. It was only for mum and dad, meaning little Jenny was not allowed inside.<\/p>\n
They were excited as they began putting it together. The instructions were user friendly and made it easy to assemble. But there were big pieces of wood to attach, and it took a while.<\/p>\n
Husband and wife became more excited as it began to take shape. \u201cI still can\u2019t believe you ordered it!\u201d Vivien gasped with growing excitement. \u201cIt\u2019s so big!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe you wanted me to,\u201d her husband countered good-naturedly. \u201cYou must really be eager to try it out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know how much it turns you on, love.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean how much it turns you on,\u201d he corrected with a smile. \u201cYou\u2019re the one eager to take it for a spin to see what it feels like. Suppose something goes wrong and my sweet wife loses her head?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell! I can\u2019t stop trembling just thinking about it! We\u2019re almost done, aren\u2019t we?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes we are, love. Let me finish tightening these bolts. Then I want to make sure the bascule seesaws like it\u2019s supposed to.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few more minutes and it was finished. It filled up much of the back room. It was pointed toward the door, but there was room to walk all the way around it.<\/p>\n
Vivien lovingly brushed a hand along the wooden frame, shivering with arousal. Then she looked at the blade resting on the bottom. \u201cBloody hell, darling! It\u2019s absolutely gorgeous!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never imagined anyone seeing a working guillotine would view it as \u2018gorgeous\u2019, love.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s because they never met a woman like me before.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head with a chuckle as they stood side by side admiring their recent acquisition. There was a rough, wooden bench – the bascule – currently tipped vertical for the body to lie upon. It had two straps strategically located to secure the intended victim. In front, the heavy blade sat at the bottom of a set of wooden tracks.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it work, darling?\u201d she asked, wondering because the blade had seemed so heavy to put into place.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s supposed to, love,\u201d he replied. \u201cGod forbid we purchased a guillotine that doesn\u2019t work. You want to find out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about little Jenny?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s out watching TV. It sounds like she\u2019s watching Peppa Pig. She shouldn\u2019t be bothering us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He walked over and pulled on one end of the rope that went up through a hook and then came back down to attach to the top of the blade. He had to work to pull it up the rails. Then it seemed to click into position.<\/p>\n
He eased his grip on the rope. The blade seemed to be holding. \u201cAll ready for you, love,\u201d he said with a grin.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I\u2026?\u201d she started to ask as she reached out for the lever. Her arms were shaking and her knickers were damp. Confirming it was a functioning machine was liable to make her wet herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust a minute,\u201d he told her, giving her a quick peck on the lips. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d Then he opened the door and slipped away.<\/p>\n
He returned less than a minute later. In his hand was a head of cabbage. \u201cHey, that\u2019s for dinner!\u201d she scolded him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to see if the blade works; right, love?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gently placed it in the opening where the neck was supposed to rest. Then he brought the lunette down upon it as though locking a head into place. When he was done he stepped back and gestured grandly at his wife.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead, darling. Behead your stroppy sister. Or maybe that\u2019s you lying there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She tentatively reached out and grabbed the lever. Then she pulled on it. The blade whooshed down, splitting the head of cabbage in two and bottoming out with a loud thump. The front half of their dinner promptly dropped into the wicker basket below as the other half rolled back.<\/p>\n
Vivien jumped with a start. \u201cBloody hell!\u201d she gasped excitedly, her heart beating fast. Then she murmured, \u201cI can\u2019t believe it really works!\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared in amazement. If she\u2019d been locked in at the moment the blade came down, she would no longer need that appointment to the hairdresser on Tuesday. She panted for breath as she tentatively looked down into the wicker basket at the split cabbage.<\/p>\n
A few seconds later there was a rapping on the door. \u201cWhat was that, mummy? Are you and daddy in there? I heard a loud noise!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything\u2019s fine, Jenny!\u201d Vivien called out to their five year old daughter. \u201cGo back and watch your show. Isn\u2019t Peppa Pig on right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, mummy!\u201d Then they hear the sound of little feet rushing away.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows not to be in here, right?\u201d Vivien asked her husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yes, darling. She knows this is mummy and daddy\u2019s special room. I\u2019m not about to tell her how her mother is such a kinky bitch. She probably won\u2019t find that out until much, much later\u2026 like when she\u2019s twenty maybe\u2026 that is, if you bother to tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh Winston!\u201d she said as she shook her head. Then she kissed him deeply.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m over the moon right now! I\u2019m so glad you bought it for us!\u201d Then she gave him a coy look as she reached down to feel the bulge in his trousers.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t wait to see me try it out, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like to take it for a spin, darling? Are you offering me your head?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWouldn\u2019t you like me to give you head first before you take my head?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re such a kinky bitch. Maybe it\u2019s time for your beheading.\u201d And with that he grabbed her by the arm.<\/p>\n
She gasped as a jolt of arousal made her tremble. \u201cWill it be safe, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is now with the blade down. So I suppose I\u2019d better fix that, hadn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Winston released his grip on her arm. He pushed the lever back into position. Then he grabbed onto the end of the rope to the blade and pulled hand over hand.<\/p>\n
The blade slowly rose back up to the top of the guillotine. There was a click as it locked into position. He tested the rope before he let it go. But the blade remained fixed at the top.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we can slide your head through the opening, love.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt won\u2019t come down, will it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot unless you pull the lever again, darling. Oh wait. You\u2019ll be the one lying in the bascule. So I guess I would have to be the one to pull the lever, wouldn\u2019t I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t, would you?\u201d Then she looked down to see the bulge was still there in his trousers.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh bloody hell! You\u2019re thinking about it, aren\u2019t you!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached down and groped his bulge again. That\u2019s when he grasped her firmly by the arm. \u201cFor teasing your husband, I sentence you to death by beheading.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell; yes!\u201d she gasped as the tremors returned.<\/p>\n
She paused as she gave him a seductive look. \u201cDressed or naked, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA tart like you deserves to die naked. Now strip!\u201d<\/p>\n
She felt an erotic shudder at the way her husband was ordering her around. She began to work herself out of the dress she was in. Then she folded it neatly on a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cC\u2019mon, tart,\u201d he motioned as though trying to hurry things along. \u201cWith the lady of the kitchen beheaded, I guess Jenny and I will have to eat out tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
She felt another erotic jolt as she slipped out of her bra and knickers. She set them on top of the dress before slipping out of her shoes. Then Winston pulled her around to the bascule.<\/p>\n
He pushed her up against the tilted wooden bench. \u201cThis is for all the times you teased me. You\u2019ve definitely got this coming to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gasped as the first strap went around her chest, holding her tightly to the bascule. Now she was wet as hell. She really needed a shower.<\/p>\n
The second strap went just below her thighs. He took a little extra time, his hands roaming over her bum. She gasped and moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the hovering blade.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure it won\u2019t come down, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh it\u2019ll come down all right, once I pull the lever.\u201d Then he tipped her forward until she was facing the lunette.<\/p>\n
She gasped as he lifted it up. Then he removed the chunk of sliced cabbage before he slowly pushed her forward. \u201cBloody hell, love!\u201d she murmured as her head went through the path of the blade.<\/p>\n
The front of the bascule hit the edge of the guillotine. That was as far forward as it would go. Vivien looked down to see the wicker basket below and the other half of the head of cabbage lying inside.<\/p>\n
She shivered from an insane fear and arousal. She was painfully aware of the blade above her. \u201cWinston, it won\u2019t\u2026 it won\u2019t\u2026 It\u2019ll stay up there, right?\u201d She felt like she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI make no promises, love,\u201d he chuckled as he brought the lunette down onto her neck. She trembled as she looked down into the wicker basket. What if something happened to make her head join that sliced head of cabbage?<\/p>\n
\u201cOh bloody hell, Winston!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, darling? You said you wanted to know what it felt like.\u201d<\/p>\n
He walked away as she lay there trembling. He returned, grabbed her flailing arms and then cuffed her wrists together. Vivien whimpered as she panted for breath.<\/p>\n
He smacked her ass, causing her to yip and flinch. Then he smacked it again. \u201cYou don\u2019t know anyone who can cook cabbage with a nice rump roast; do you, love?\u201d<\/p>\n
She whimpered again as she gasped for breath. The blade was directly above her; it could come down at any time! She hoped like hell it was securely fastened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, you always wanted to know what it would feel like, darling. She we find out right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached over for the lever. That\u2019s when Vivien swooned. She clamped her lips together, trying not to scream out in orgasm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn, honey! Did you just have yourself a nice cum right then? Are you that excited? Are you sure you don\u2019t want to find out firsthand what it\u2019ll feel like to lose your head?\u201d Then he chuckled as he reached back and fingered her wet pussy.<\/p>\n
She moaned before gasping, \u201cDon\u2019t do that, love! Little Jenny might hear!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s watching Peppa Pig right now, darling. She\u2019s preoccupied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I almost cried out a moment ago! You know I\u2019m a screamer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrue. Ok, I\u2019ll behave.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came around the contraption where he gave his wife a good look-see. \u201cI can\u2019t believe how sexy you look lying there waiting to lose your head, darling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt feels bloody incredible! I\u2019m trembling like crazy! I\u2019ve already cum once!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShall I pull the lever and send you to heaven, love?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh bloody hell!\u201d She was trembling like a leaf, terrified the blade might fall\u2026 and yet almost secretly wishing it would just for the experience.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look lovely, darling; simply lovely. I\u2019m going to have to change my pants if I\u2019m not careful. Here, let me go fetch the camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled it out of the desk and began taking snapshots. His wife wriggled and squirmed as she lay on the bench with her head through the lunette. She sounded like she was hyperventilating as he snapped her from every conceivable angle.<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell, Winston; this is incredible!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure you don\u2019t want me to pull the lever, darling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh fuck! Don\u2019t tease me like that!\u201d<\/p>\n
He chuckled as he put the camera back. Then he came around front and patted his wife on the head. \u201cYou look incredible, love. We\u2019re going to have to send little Jenny to your sister\u2019s later. I need some private time alone with you if you know what I mean. But first\u2026\u201d Then he headed for the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWinston?? Wait a minute! Where are you going? You\u2019re not leaving me like this, are you??\u201d The idea of her losing her head in some accident while he was away was both terrifying and arousing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to use the loo, darling. Don\u2019t worry. I\u2019ll be right back to enjoy your beheading. You just lie there and enjoy yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell, love! You\u2019re not going to\u2026 is it safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax, darling. The lever is secured.\u201d And with that he walked out of the room.<\/p>\n
Vivien gasped and moaned as she lay helpless upon the bascule. She kept staring down at the sliced head of cabbage in the wicker basket below. She remembered the way the blade fell, slicing it cleanly in two. Then she was reminded how her neck was now in the path of the blade should it come down again.<\/p>\n
She wriggled and squirmed from a mixture of fear as well as an insane arousal. Then she winced as she wet herself. Vivien shuddered hard in orgasm, struggling to stifle her cry of bliss.<\/p>\n
She panted wildly for breath as she came down from the plateau of her climax. It had been one hell of an O. She only wished her husband would hurry back before something dreadful happened.<\/p>\n
The door suddenly opened. But it wasn\u2019t Winston returning. \u201cWhatcha doing, mummy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivien blushed a deep red as she gasped in alarm. \u201cJenny?? You know you\u2019re not supposed to be in here. Go back and watch TV. Go watch Peppa Pig.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeppa Pig is over, mummy! Fireman Sam is on next.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen go watch Fireman Sam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not on yet, mummy. It\u2019s c\u2019mershul.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know you\u2019re not supposed to be in here. Go back out and watch the telly, love. You don\u2019t want to miss the beginning of Fireman Sam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatcha doing with your head like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just something for mummies and daddies, love.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh that!\u201d<\/p>\n
She winced as though it was something unpleasant. Then she rushed forward to examine the lever. \u201cWhat\u2019s this, mummy? Hey, you\u2019re nekkid!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo \u2013 no, honey! Don\u2019t grab that! Go back out and watch TV, ok?\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment Winston appeared in the doorway. \u201cJenny, what are you doing in here \u2013 don\u2019t touch that!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh hi, daddy!\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment the intro to the next program drifted down the hallway. \u201cFireman Sam to the rek-scue!\u201d the little girl blurted out happily as she started to rush out. But she was still holding onto the lever.<\/p>\n
Vivien cried out, \u201cNO!\u201d as Winston hollered, \u201cHoney, don\u2019t pull that!\u201d A moment later the blade whooshed down, bottoming out with a loud thump. Vivien\u2019s head wordlessly dropped into the wicker basket as Jenny rushed out the door.<\/p>\n
Winston stood there stunned for a long moment. Then he closed and locked the door, watching in horror as Vivien\u2019s legs came up and down. Her body jerked around on the bascule as blood flowed out of her severed neck.<\/p>\n
He rushed forward and pulled her head out of the wicker basket as his cock went off, staining his trousers. He examined the stump as though idly wondering if he could somehow glue it back on. But he knew there was no way in hell of rejoining his wife\u2019s head to the rest of her sexy body. The damage had been done; it was an accidental beheading. There was no way in hell Fireman Sam was going to \u201ccome to the rekscue\u201d on this one.<\/p>\n
He looked at her flickering eyes and quivering lips as he shook his head. \u201cBloody hell!\u201d he gasped, dimly aware of the growing stain in his crotch. \u201cI can\u2019t believe\u2026 it was an accident\u2026 it shouldn\u2019t have\u2026 oh bloody hell!\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave her lips a kiss. Her eyes flickered once more. Then her expression sagged in death.<\/p>\n
Seeing her head drop\u2026 then the way her body started to jerk around as her legs kicked up a little. It had been incredibly arousing. He had no idea he was capable of cumming so hard at the sight of his dear wife losing her head like that.<\/p>\n
He was sorely tempted to pull his trousers down and fuck her mouth. But he didn\u2019t want Jenny to interrupt, even though the door was locked. He figured his wife would be willing, but it just felt a little too degrading.<\/p>\n
He thought about little Jenny and how he would explain this to her. It made him think of Jenny\u2019s aunt Dorothy, Vivien\u2019s sister. Maybe she could be coaxed into helping him raise the child. Then he wondered if she could be talked into climbing onto their guillotine to take a ride of her own.<\/p>\n
Maybe little Jenny could be sent away to her grandparents for the weekend. Then he and Dorothy could have some fun on the guillotine. And if she accidentally lost her head? Winston decided if that happened he would definitely not hesitate to fuck her skull.<\/p>\n
(written for Dorothy Feb 14 \u201918 by riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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