Decapitation Game

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I was drunk.

I don't drink often.

But I'd had a tough day at the office, and I needed to unwind.

My girlfriends took advantage of this and made a bet with me.

A guillotine sex club had opened downtown.

It wasn't one of those clubs you see everywhere on porn sites or the internet.

People with fetishes know where to go, just as drug addicts know where to go for
cocaine .

I always get incredibly excited about being beheaded, especially during sex, and
all girlfriends know that.

It's a fantasy.

We all have fantasies, don't we?

This is the only place these thoughts should exist—just a fantasy.

As I walked into the club, I felt a tingling sensation on my skin.

It almost sobered me up…just a little bit. I saw a man, the only person in the club, lift a headless, naked female corpse

from a guillotine with a hardwood bed . He almost tenderly carried the body to a steel wheelchair and laid her down. Then he went back, lifting the woman's head, stained with deep red blood and her disheveled golden hair, from the blood-soaked wicker basket. Her eyes rolled, her mouth opened and closed. I felt a surge of intense lust. I thought this club was just a fantasy club. I thought it was just for fetishists, but this girl was clearly dead…or at least dying. "Goodnight, Cecilia," he said, placing the head into a green garbage bag. Then he saw me. I think I startled him. "Oh, hello," he said, "my name is Lens, what can I do for you?" He tied a knot at the top of the garbage bag. "Did you just kill her?" "Well, that's one way of saying it. But if I told you, she enjoyed it, that 's what she wanted." "Can I see it?" "...Her head?" "Yes," I said. “Of course.” He smiled, opened the trash bag, and grabbed her hair, lifting her head up. I walked over to get a closer look. Her eyes glanced at me. She was still conscious. She should be. “She can see me,” I said. “Yes, they can remain conscious for a long time.” “So, why put her in a bag? Why not let her enjoy her last moments?” “I’m closing up shop tonight, and I’m trying to use the time to clean up. Hill’s Fine Meats will be back in 20 minutes to take the body away.” I think she was trying to communicate with me, and I got as close to her as possible. I’d never seen a real severed head before, let alone a fresh one that could even stare at me . “She was a pretty girl, wasn’t she?” he said. “A bit like you.” I blushed; I could see the approval in his eyes. “Now I can finally appreciate her properly. I don’t think I’ll throw her away,” he said. “She can be hung up beautifully, and you can be a beautiful decoration too. I’m closing down soon, but if you want me to take your head, I’d be happy to do so. You’re a great beauty, and your body is enough to earn me a hefty bonus from Hill Meat Industries.” He raised the head, looking into her eyes, and said, “What do you think, Cecilia? Would ?” The girl almost smiled. It looked a little forced, but she was trying her best. “Beautiful lady, may I ask your name?” I blushed again. “Amy, Amy? Alexis.” “Hmm, nice to meet you, Amy.” He extended his free hand to shake mine. I extended mine as well, and he gripped it firmly, shook it, and then released it. “Of course, not every girl comes here hoping to lose her head,” he smiled, “but most do.” He placed the blonde head on a steel fork so she could look down at us. This freed his hands. She subtly moved her lips, barely perceptible, but it looked as if she wanted to speak. Her veins were exposed, dripping blood, visible at the point of her severed neck. I felt an overwhelming sense of awe at her utterly morbid appearance. Lens went to a nearby sink and washed the blood from his hands. He dried them with a white towel and returned. He approached me, standing very close, his gaze sweeping over my body with a smile. “Oh yes, you’re a stunner. Why don’t you take off all your clothes so I can properly admire you?” I stepped back, turning my head away from him, pretending to look around. “Oh,” he said, “you’re shy, so cute. I haven’t met many shy customers here.” I smiled slightly at him. He was really handsome, tall, muscular, and lean, with a full beard and messy hair. I could imagine how easily girls would be seduced by him. "Naked would be better, you know." "Oh, I don't want to die," I said. "I came here because of a bet with a friend. I have fantasies about this kind of thing, but that's all." As I spoke, he moved closer, very close, letting me smell his scent. It was a blend of woody and cologne musk. I closed my eyes, letting myself in the fragrance. He unbuttoned my ripped jeans and slipped his hand inside my underwear. He found my G-spot without even trying. I moaned. He grinned.

"Feeling any better?" he said.

"Mmm...yes." My eyes remained closed.

"High heels and ripped jeans," he said, "I've always loved them."

My shirt was open.

He took them off, along with my bra, and then he caressed my breasts.

My nipples hardened.

It was impossible to hide my desire now.

He knew I was wet; he knew I was hard.

He picked me up and carried me to a bloodless guillotine.

"I've seen girls orgasm afterward," he whispered in my ear as he gently placed me on it
.

I lay flat on the plank, my gaze fixed on the beams of this death machine.

The guillotine had not yet risen.

His tongue circled my right nipple.

His hand gently caressed my clitoris.

I ran my hands through his black, unkempt hair and pulled his face toward me.

Our mouths opened wide, our tongues met, expressing our hunger.

He ripped open my pants.

He pulled them and my underwear down my legs, removing them completely through my heels.

He tossed the clothes haphazardly to one side of the room, then quickly returned to my now completely naked
body.

He kissed me again, then stopped, as if something had gone wrong.

I reached out to him.

He was looking at me intently.

"My God, you're so beautiful," he said, then climbed on top of me.

He kissed me again and again.

I could kiss him all night long.

He sat up.

I reached through his shirt, caressing his bare, hard abs, cradling his strong chest.

He was incredibly delicious, every inch of him.

He pulled a thin rope, and the guillotine swiftly rose to its peak.

When I saw the gleam of that deadly sharp steel, a tremor
and pleasure coursed through my body; the guillotine above, in my vision, amplified and intensified my already heightened desire.

He bit the rope in his mouth so he could use his hands to push my body forward.

He cradled my head in one hand, and with the other, opened the upper half of the semicircular slot, then placed my neck into
the lower half.

He closed the upper half, securing me firmly inside and obscuring all my vision
except for the gleaming steel blade at the top.

Now I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"You said you didn't want to die," he said, peering through the gap in the semicircular slot that held my head in place.
"I'm not sure if I should believe you, but I'll let you prove it yourself. Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and he shoved the rope controlling the guillotine into it.

“Now, bite down. Even though the guillotine is heavy, you’ll find it’s not difficult to bite the rope with your teeth, thanks to
those pulleys, you see?” He pointed them out. “If I can’t please you to
the point where you’re willing to let go, you can go home tonight with a pleasure and story you’ll never forget;

but if I make you so comfortable that you accidentally open your mouth… well… then I’ll get
a beautiful head to display, and Hill Meat will get a beautiful body to process, do you agree?”

I mumbled and nodded; it was the only thing I could do.

If I spoke, I’d be dead.

“We call this the ‘Decapitation Game,’” he said.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could sense it, and that was enough.

His tongue continued to circle my nipple, and there was something else… I don’t know what it was…
It felt like a feather being caressed by a gentle breeze, rubbing against my clitoris…

Oh God, he was actually touching my clitoris! I had never experienced anything like it before. My body was
about to explode, but I forced myself to hold back… I tried my best not to give in, but every cell in my body
craved his touch, every cell wanted to respond.

I moaned, and moaned again, I was on the verge of orgasm.

Then…

I couldn’t let my teeth spread too wide, but as a wave of intense pleasure surged through my body, my
back arched, and in that instant, I let out a deadly scream, and I opened my eyes wide…

The guillotine was moving incredibly fast!

I saw it rushing towards me.

With a “thud,” it struck the wood below my neck.

Immediately afterward, my vision shifted to the inside of the wicker basket, and I knew instantly that I had lost the “decapitation
game.”

My head was lifted up.

After being turned, I saw him again.

He lifted my head by my hair, smiling at me.

"Amy," he said, "you let go, look."

He turned me around, showing me my naked body.

It was trembling violently with ecstasy, as if pierced by electricity.

I looked at him again.

"Now, watch closely," he said.

He must have placed me on a steel post, like Cecilia, because I could only see him when my gaze was downward
, and he didn't continue holding my head.

He moved toward my body… grabbing one ankle and pulling my entire body away from the guillotine where

my head had been attached, now
spurting .

He smiled at me and placed a finger on my clitoris.

I could feel it.

I didn't know how.

I didn't know why I could still feel it, and it felt incredibly good.

"See," he said, "I told you, I could see it in your eyes."

He began to stroke my clitoris with that instrument.

I could see what it was now.

It did indeed have a feather at the end, but it was also connected to a small tube that constantly pumped
air .

"Oh, oh, oh," I tried to moan, but no sound came out.

He continued to tease me until a second, even more intense, orgasm swept over me.

He walked towards me.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Amy.”

Just then, another man in a “Hill Premium Meat” uniform walked in.

“Only two harvests all afternoon?” the man asked.

“I’m afraid so, Jack,” Lens said. “It’s been a long afternoon
.”

While Jack was busy examining Cecilia’s body, Lens turned his attention back to me.

“Oh dear…” he said. “I’m sorry our fun time is ending so soon, Amy, but
as I told you, the Hill Meat people are coming soon. We
can .”

“This is very good, Lens, really good,” Jack said as he tossed Cecilia over his shoulder.
“I’ll be back soon for the other one.”

“Take your time, Jack.”

After Jack left, Lens stepped aside, allowing me to see my body again.

The trembling had slowed, but hadn’t completely stopped.

Jack returned quickly.

He went straight to my body.

He grabbed my ankle, lifted one of my legs, and then inserted his two huge, thick fingers into my
vagina.

I could feel it.

"Mmm…" he said, "Warm, wet, and contracting, very fresh. I like them like
this.

And it's a top-notch cunt, Ron, this cunt alone can bring in a
considerable ."

Suddenly, my body sat up.

I don't know why.

I didn't control it or expect it to happen, not even have that thought.

Jack turned and met my gaze, smiling.

"You still have some life left, don't you, little girl?" he said to me.

"What's her name?" he asked Ron.

"Amy," Ron replied, "Amy? Alexis, I remember her saying that."

"Well, Miss Amy, you have a top-notch cunt. I hope you enjoy the services at Old Ron's place;
the girls usually do."

Then he hoisted my body onto his shoulder and headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow, Ron," he said, and then left with my body.

"Goodnight, Jack," Rons replied.

Rons smiled at me, impaling me on a steel fork as well, facing Cecilia.

I looked at her, hoping a glimmer of light remained in her eyes, but she was utterly dead, and I
knew I would soon follow her.

"Amy," Rons said, fixing my hair, "you are so beautiful and charming, I want you to know
that."

He gently kissed my lips.

"I will display you conspicuously and proudly. You can rest now. By tomorrow morning
you will be completely dead, and I will have you arranged before the first girls arrive that day."

I watched him walk towards the door, turn off the lights, leaving me in darkness.

His figure lingered at the open doorway, blurry but still faintly visible through the streetlights.

"Goodnight, Amy, sleep well," he said, closing the club door and turning away.

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