The two sisters got out of their vehicle and turned on their flashlights. The barn looked old and decrepit in the dark. In fact, it looked downright spooky.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure it\u2019s here, love?\u201d Dorothy asked her sister Zilpha as she flashed her light all around.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is where they told me it would be,\u201d she replied nervously. \u201cMaybe we should have come in the daylight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought this was right up your alley, especially the way you like taking people around at night on your ghost walks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cZip it, love.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zilpha led the way to the barn. They were right at the door when an owl hooted somewhere in the distance. A moment later something flew overhead.<\/p>\n
Zilpha grabbed her sister for moral support as she anxiously looked all around. \u201cC\u2019mon, love,\u201d Dorothy told her. \u201cLet\u2019s go inside and see if it\u2019s really there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dorothy was the one who grabbed the handle. She slowly opened the door to the sound of a mournful creak. Then she stepped inside, flashing her light all around as her sister crowded in right behind her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst that wall,\u201d Zilpha said quietly. Both flashed their lights in that direction. That\u2019s when it came into view.<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell,\u201d Dorothy breathed reverently. \u201cYou really found a guillotine in here, love!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you my source was a good one.\u201d<\/p>\n
They carefully approached, flashing their lights to maintain their bearings. Then Dorothy illuminated the wooden structure. Clearly it had seen better days.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much to it, is there,\u201d Dorothy observed sadly. \u201cIt\u2019s bloody well falling apart. I wonder if Frank would like to have a go at it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank? Who\u2019s Frank?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s my carpenter, love. I bet he can do something with it. Now let\u2019s get out of here before somebody sees us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr something comes out of the shadows and gets us,\u201d Zilpha added with a nervous laugh. Neither sister felt safe until they were in the car on the road heading back into town.<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
Three days later they were back. This time Dorothy\u2019s carpenter friend was with them. And it was much earlier in the evening, as the sun was just now setting.<\/p>\n
They took him inside and showed him the structure. Frank shook his head in amazement. \u201cAt first I didn\u2019t believe you, love. But it looks like you really found a guillotine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flashed his light all around the contraption in the growing darkness of the barn. He spent several minutes looking it over. Then he gave his assessment.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in bad shape, love; really it is. I suppose I might be able to do something with it. But the blade is cracked and bent. I can\u2019t fix that; I\u2019ll have to order a new one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you do it?\u201d Dorothy asked hopefully. She wanted to see it in working order. Hell, she was half tempted to lie down in it once he got it functioning again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll have to haul it back to my shop. It\u2019ll take two or three weeks minimum. And I can\u2019t guarantee I\u2019ll be able to come up with a blade for it. I\u2019m not even sure it would be worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know a museum who would pay handsomely for a working guillotine,\u201d Zilpha offered. \u201cI can make it worth your while, Frank. We both can; right, Dottie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you can get it to function, Frank, I\u2019ll ride it naked for you,\u201d Dorothy said with a naughty grin. Zilpha just rolled her eyes in disgust.<\/p>\n
Frank looked at the older sister and smiled. \u201cI\u2019ll bet you would, wouldn\u2019t you, love. Ok. I\u2019ll have the boys come get it and take it back to my shop. I\u2019ll see if I can get it to working.\u201d Then he turned to Zilpha.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo talk to your museum friend. Tell him I\u2019m working on a guillotine. If he\u2019s interested, we can talk terms of delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
For the next three weeks Dorothy heard nothing. Zilpha called her once, but her sister had nothing to report. She hadn\u2019t even tried calling her carpenter friend because she suspected he was busy. So she had no idea if he was having any kind of success with it.<\/p>\n
Three days later she got a call from Frank. The guillotine was ready. Would she like to come over and have a look before the museum curator hauled it away? Besides, hadn\u2019t she promised to go for a ride on it once he\u2019d finished?<\/p>\n
Dorothy got the shivers something fierce as she called her sister. But Zilpha wasn\u2019t home. Dorothy couldn\u2019t remember if this was the night she was out on another of her ghost walks.<\/p>\n
Dorothy drove to Frank\u2019s residence. His workshop was in a building out back. She didn\u2019t bother going to the house when she saw all the shop lights were on.<\/p>\n
She knocked on the door of his workshop as a surge of erotic tingles hit her hard. \u201cFrank? It\u2019s Dottie!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cC\u2019mon in, love!\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the door and stepped inside. She had to walk around a little wooden partition blocking her view. When she cleared it, she gasped at what she saw.<\/p>\n
Frank had a large wooden guillotine all set up in his workshop. It was made of oak, the wood stained and varnished. A long bench lay attached for the victim to lie secured to.<\/p>\n
A gleaming, silver blade hung from the top. Frank was standing right next to it. A moment later he pulled a rope.<\/p>\n
The blade whooshed down. It landed with a loud THUNK. A helpless watermelon lying at the base of the guillotine split right in two, the front half falling to the floor. Dorothy let out a cry\u2026 and then promptly wet herself\u2026.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, love?\u201d Frank asked, motioning grandly at it as he pulled the blade back up while smiling like the Cheshire cat. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell!\u201d Dorothy gasped reverently. She couldn\u2019t believe it. She also couldn\u2019t believe how wet she\u2019d become at witnessing the glorious contraption.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt took four weeks, and I searched high and low for a blade. I finally found one in East London. What do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dorothy walked up and put her hand on it. It sent an erotic shiver running through her body. \u201cBloody hell, Frank. I had no idea you could\u2026 it\u2019s lovely!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what do you think, Dottie? Ready to take it for a spin?\u201d<\/p>\n
She gasped as she started to tremble. She had no idea he might actually want to take her up on her offer. He saw her hesitation and laughed.<\/p>\n
He slipped a wooden dowel into the frame. Then he pulled the rope again. The blade came down, only to stop right above the lunette where the dowel held it fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy special feature, love,\u201d he told her with a smile as he pulled the blade back up to the top. \u201cAre you going to go for a ride before your sister\u2019s museum friend comes and hauls it away? He\u2019s paying me a handsome price for it, you know. It\u2019s going to cover all my expenses while leaving me with a tidy profit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose I did make that promise,\u201d Dorothy told him breathlessly.<\/p>\n
She watched him seesaw the bench until it stood vertical. \u201cI strap you down to this, love. Then I tip it flat before pushing it forward until your head passes through the opening. When that\u2019s done I secure your head in the lunette. Ready to go for the ride of your life?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBloody hell!\u201d she breathed as another erotic shudder rippled through her.<\/p>\n
She slowly undressed, embarrassed at the way her nipples were now protruding out of her breasts. She winced with the knowledge Frank could now see how wet she was between her legs. Well, she wouldn\u2019t be naked for long. Then she could get dressed and go home. At least she\u2019d be able to tell Zilpha\u2026<\/p>\n
Her sister. Where was Zilpha? Was she out on her ghost walk? Too bad she was going to miss out on all the fun.<\/p>\n
She was panting for breath as she finished undressing. She stepped around to the back of the guillotine and pressed herself up against the bench. She remembered it being called a bascule because of the way it seesawed her flat onto her stomach.<\/p>\n
Frank strapped her down in three places: shoulders, waist and upper legs. Then he slowly tipped her forward. Dorothy let out a gasp as she was lowered flat onto her stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust got to slide you forward now, love,\u201d Frank told her. Then he gave the bench a shove. Dorothy slid right through until her head was sticking out on the other side of the path of the blade.<\/p>\n
She gasped as she looked down at the floor. She couldn\u2019t believe how aroused she\u2019d become. Then she noticed the red stain below her as he brought the lunette down in place.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank? What\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s what, love?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you spill something on the floor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! I forgot the wicker basket, didn\u2019t I. Just a moment, love. Let me go fetch it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dorothy kept staring down at the floor. That sure was a remarkable red stain. She couldn\u2019t tell if he\u2019d spilled paint or lacquer on the floor while working on his machine. It seemed almost too red for that.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere\u2019s the basket, love. Tell me what you think.\u201d Then he placed it directly below her head.<\/p>\n
Dorothy gasped in shock at the contents. The basket was all red and bloody. Inside was the severed head of…<\/p>\n
\u201cZILPHAAAAHHHH?? BLOODY HELL; NOOOOO!\u201d<\/p>\n
The blade suddenly whooshed down. Dorothy felt a sharp pain in her neck. Then it felt like she had fallen until her lips were pressed up against her sister\u2019s right ear.<\/p>\n
Frank reached down and pulled both heads out. Then he showed them to the museum curator who had just stepped out from behind another partition. \u201cWill these work, Riwa?\u201d he asked with a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cPerfectly,\u201d the museum curator said with a smile as Dorothy\u2019s legs kicked and flailed. \u201cWe\u2019ll prepare the heads while encasing the bodies in plastic. I really appreciate you providing a couple of bodies to display with our guillotine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy pleasure,\u201d Frank said as he held both skulls aloft.<\/p>\n
Dorothy was conscious long enough to see her legs kicking. Her naked body jerked and hitched all strapped down to the bascule. Then her vision faded away as she plunged into the abyss of oblivion\u2026<\/p>\n
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Two sisters find a guillotine that needs repair. They turn it over to a guy who might be able to fix it for a museum. Once it’s repaired, the sisters are invited to come see if it truly works. Continue reading