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I think everyone was in a state of shock seeing Sybil holding Dorothy\u2019s head up by a handful of hair. Her naked body was still twitching a little in the guillotine. Poor Richard looked like he was going to have a heart attack.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s ok, honey,\u201d Sybil said to him as though trying to reassure him. \u201cIt\u2019s not your fault. You didn\u2019t have anything to do with it. The blade coming down when it did was not your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d I added, trying to be helpful. Others were nodding their agreement. Then we heard footsteps coming down the stairwell.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on down there?\u201d That sounded like Joyce Melwark. Then I heard Louisa call out, \u201cHey, don\u2019t start without us!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re too late!\u201d Sybil called back to them. \u201cDorothy just bought the farm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDorothy? You mean Dorothy lost her head??\u201d<\/p>\n
The four of them burst in: Joyce and Warren Melwark, and Victoria and Louisa. They caught sight of Dorothy\u2019s naked body lying face up. Sybil proudly lifted the head for them to see as though it was a trophy. Blood still dripped out of her severed neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you believe it?\u201d she told them incredulously. \u201cThe blade came down within the first hour. And this time it wasn\u2019t James doing the fucking. It was her friend from the states. What a tale he\u2019s going to tell when he goes back home!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m, uh\u2026 I\u2019m not sure who I could ever tell about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked around as though realizing he was still naked. He self-consciously tried to get dressed as fast as possible. He was still horrified as though he\u2019d committed a horrendous crime and we were all going to pounce on him.<\/p>\n
Sybil reached out and patted his shoulder. She tried to tell him it was all right and that none of us held it against him. But he shied away from Dorothy\u2019s dripping skull as though it was a cobra.<\/p>\n
Louisa had a different reaction. \u201cFuck; I gotta have a taste of that!\u201d In no time at all she was on her knees, her face in Dorothy\u2019s crotch as she hungrily licked up her dripping fluids.<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess Dorothy\u2019s in no position to tell you no now, love,\u201d Victoria chuckled. Then she smiled at Richard.<\/p>\n
\u201cLouisa\u2019s always wanted to feast on that pussy. But the lovely lass just wasn\u2019t interested. Now I guess she can lick to her heart\u2019s content.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked at her as though she was nuts. Dorothy had just lost her head\u2026 and this crazy woman was talking about Louisa wanting to lick out her corpse?? He shook his head as though unable to fathom how everyone seemed to be taking it so much better than he was.<\/p>\n
Victoria smiled as she took Richard\u2019s hand reassuringly. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, love. That\u2019s just Louisa being Louisa. But Sybil\u2019s right. You really shouldn\u2019t feel bad or upset over any of this. It was Dorothy\u2019s choice; she knew the risks going in. We all do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard gave her a weak smile as though he still wasn\u2019t sure about all this. That\u2019s when she gave his hand another affectionate squeeze. \u201cLouisa\u2019s scheduled to go for a ride before the day is over. I\u2019ll tell you what I\u2019ll do. I\u2019ll let you fuck her while her head\u2019s locked in the lunette if you want.\u201d Then she gave him a sly wink as she added, \u201cWho knows. Maybe Victor will get a second roaster.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went over, grasped the head in Sybil\u2019s hands and kissed the dead lips. \u201cSorry we missed the grand event, love. But I\u2019m betting you went out with a bang.\u201d Sybil smiled at her words, still holding Dorothy\u2019s skull by her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cSpeaking of roaster,\u201d Renard said with a nod at Ken Wylie.<\/p>\n
They both came over and unstrapped Dorothy\u2019s naked body from the bench while Louisa was still licking her out. By now she\u2019d pretty much bled out. There wasn\u2019t much coming out of her severed neck. The drain below was catching most of it, although they were still going to have a mess to clean up.<\/p>\n
Richard looked around uncomfortably. \u201cI, uh\u2026 what should I do now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry about a thing,\u201d Renard reassured him with a dismissive wave as Ken got Dorothy by her legs, forcing Louisa to end her feasting. \u201cWe\u2019ll get her upstairs for Victor to roast. You might as well come on up and watch.\u201d<\/p>\n
Renard retrieved some plastic from a corner cabinet. He wrapped it around her neck to keep her from bleeding all over. Then he grabbed her by her arms before he and Ken proceeded to carry her away.<\/p>\n
I took pity on Richard by going over and taking his arm. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, love. Things will be all right. I\u2019ll hang out with you for a while if you\u2019d like. Sybil is right, of course. You mustn\u2019t blame yourself. It if wouldn\u2019t have been you, it would certainly have been someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn straight,\u201d Sybil agreed, still holding Dorothy\u2019s dripping head. \u201cI wonder how James would have acted with his dick in her when the blade fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff went over to the cabinet to get another piece of plastic for the skull. I suggested to Richard we go upstairs and watch the spitting. Besides, I was curious as hell. And I\u2019m embarrassed to say I was more than a little aroused.<\/p>\n
We headed up in small groups. Sybil brought up the rear behind Victoria and Louisa, still carrying her prized possession in that plastic. Richard still seemed a little shell-shocked.<\/p>\n
We approached the wetbar where Lorraine saw the look in his eyes. She smiled sympathetically as she told him, \u201cLet me fix you something, love. Renard and Ken just went outside with the body. They told me what happened. You mustn\u2019t feel bad or blame yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled as she fixed us both something. I took a good mouthful as Richard swallowed about half of his. Then I grabbed him by the arm and hustled him outside. I guess I was being a little morbid wanting to watch the spitting process with Dorothy.<\/p>\n
She was laid out on her back on a metal table, blood still dripping out of her neck stump onto the grass. Victor had a long metal pole he was shoving into her pussy. Ken and Renard were holding her down to keep her body from wriggling around. By then everyone was pretty much outside watching Dorothy\u2019s preparations for the pit.<\/p>\n
Victor slowly worked the spit all the way through her body. Then he began slicing the arms and legs off. Lorraine came out to help cut her open and gut her, putting all the entrails into a bucket.<\/p>\n
Renard got the pike ready. Sybil took Dorothy\u2019s head out of the plastic and kissed her lips one last time. \u201cHell of a show, love; hell of a show. I\u2019m going to cum to the image of your beheading over and over in my dreams.\u201d Then she impaled her on the pike through her severed neck so she would have a place of prominence watching us all while she roasted.<\/p>\n
I saw Richard shudder as he took another drink. I tried to reassure him it was ok and that no one held anything against him. As far as we were all concerned it was only a matter of time before something happened to Dorothy anyway, especially since she appeared to be so addicted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about her husband?\u201d he asked nervously. \u201cWhat do I tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDorothy picked you up from the airport, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell\u2026 yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019ll tell him nothing. What is there to tell? I\u2019ll take you back to the airport. You won\u2019t have to explain a thing. I\u2019ll be the one who tells him. He\u2019ll probably conclude the same thing as everyone else\u2026 that she would have ridden it anyway and just got unlucky today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dorothy\u2019s beheading was certainly the topic of conversation. Everyone had something to say about it. Joyce and Warren came up and smiled as they congratulated Richard on being in her pussy at the moment the blade fell. But I don\u2019t think it was something he felt all that proud about.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it feel like?\u201d Joyce asked with a knowing smile. \u201cYou know that\u2019s the question everyone\u2019s going to ask you when they get the chance. They all want to know if a pussy spasms around a cock when the blade comes down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRita\u2019s sure did,\u201d Jeff told him with a smile as he stood there with Kimberly. \u201cIt\u2019s kind of a shock at first. But you have to tell yourself she would have ridden it anyway and that it would have been someone else\u2019s cock inside her. Hell, if it wouldn\u2019t have been you I\u2019m betting it would have been Warren here\u2026 or Ken\u2026 maybe even Renard over there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it was definitely a shock,\u201d he replied as though trying to remember the event. \u201cEven now things seem a little blurry. But I vaguely recall her pussy clamping down tight at that moment. I\u2019m not even sure I remember the blade falling. But I remember her clenching\u2026 and then Sybil reaching down into the basket and pulling her head out. I\u2026 I think she fucked my dick with Dorothy\u2019s skull?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sure did,\u201d Jeff replied with a grin. \u201cWhat do you think now, Kimberly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell, love. That could have been me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think that\u2019s the first time I remember it falling during the first hour. But I\u2019ve only been here a few times.\u201d Then he looked at his date before asking, \u201cAre you ok?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so, Jeff. Bloody hell; now I can\u2019t seem to stop trembling.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t I go fix you a drink? Lorraine is still gutting Dorothy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I think I could use one,\u201d she replied as she looked at the glass in my hand.<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t take long before Dorothy was ready to go. They added some sort of stabilizer that went into her bum. Then Ken and Victor got her over the pit.<\/p>\n
They hooked up the rotisserie so she could rotate on her spit. Then more coals were added until the fire really got going. Dorothy\u2019s arms and legs were taken over to a grill to be cooked separately. It looked weird – and shamefully arousing – seeing her chest and torso rotating on that spit.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if it was the drink or the way everyone kept reassuring him. But Richard finally seemed to reach the point where he didn\u2019t look so shell-shocked anymore. His personality returned, especially when Lorraine got him another drink to further settle his nerves.<\/p>\n
It took a while, but I also had to get used to the idea of Dorothy cooking over that open fire. I kept glancing at her head, although at times it seemed so surreal. She had this blank look in her face as though she was enduring a never-ending orgasm and didn\u2019t know what to do with herself.<\/p>\n
Seeing Rita in the pit last time was one thing. Seeing someone I knew more intimately was something else entirely. It made the whole thing feel more personal and yet so surreal.<\/p>\n
The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much of a risk I was taking riding that bloody thing. It made no sense at all. Yet the orgasms and the thrill were so damned intoxicating.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t the only one feeling that way. I overheard Sybil talking to Joyce about how erotic it was riding the guillotine, especially the way the blade came down so unexpectedly. She told her she got quite the orgasm out of it. Maybe I should have anticipated what happened next.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think, Tom? Care to engage in a little risky sex with your wife while Dorothy is cooking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn, darling; are you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh hell yeah. I\u2019m getting so turned on right now watching Dorothy on the spit while thinking about what her last moments must have been like.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victoria and Louisa must have overheard because they came right over. \u201cThinking of riding it while Dorothy is roasting, love? It\u2019s hard to resist, isn\u2019t it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt sure is, love. You have no idea how wet I am right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure Louisa would love to help clean you up if you\u2019re that wet; right, my pet? Then you can have a turn\u2026 perhaps with Richard\u2019s dick inside you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my heartrate spike. I thought everyone was crazy. So why the hell was I so damned turned on??<\/p>\n
\u201cThinking of going downstairs?\u201d Renard said as he came over to us. \u201cAre you that determined to give Victor another roaster?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really, love,\u201d Joyce said with a dismissive wave. \u201cIt\u2019s just that we can\u2019t resist. Victor\u2019s watching Dorothy while grilling up her arms and legs. Why don\u2019t you come down and oversee things?<\/p>\n
He turned and gave me a knowing smile. It gave me butterflies in my stomach as my breath caught in my throat. Then I said, \u201cI\u2019ll go back down with everyone. How about you, love?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave Richard another reassuring pat on the arm as I gave him a questioning look. Victoria smiled as she told him, \u201cOh, he\u2019s got to come down with us. After all, he\u2019s got to fuck Louisa when it\u2019s her turn to go for a ride.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let\u2019s go,\u201d Joyce told her husband as she took him by the arm.<\/p>\n
I felt another erotic jolt as I offered my arm to Richard. \u201cWell, I guess it will be ok,\u201d he said as he put his arm through mine. Together we followed after everyone else into the building to see who was going to tempt fate while Dorothy\u2019s skin crackled from the flames.<\/p>\n
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