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"Do you know what this collar is for, Helen?" I asked casually as I carefully fitted the new device onto her slender, swan-like neck.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she managed to remain calm. "Yes," she replied, her tone revealing a deliberately suppressed unease. She had done well enough, at least better than I had imagined. Her background as a former actress and a woman of great self-control allowed her to remain much more composed than other girls.
"Then tell me in detail," I said with a cruel smile.
She took a deep breath, fully aware that my request was nothing more than mental torture, and that she had no choice but to submit. If she wanted to live, she had to obey my demands without question.
"The collar consists of a thin wire and a trigger," she began to explain, using technical jargon. Looking at her tear-filled face, I knew she was a bright girl, fully aware of the collar's mechanics.
"Okay, continue."
"Once you put it around my neck, the trigger mechanism will activate automatically. It can be activated at any time within the next 20 minutes, instantly retracting the wire into the trigger." Her voice was a little hoarse as she said this, because she knew that from now on, death could come at any moment.
After struggling to control her emotions, she continued to describe to me, who was beaming with excitement: "It will definitely be activated within 20 minutes. My life is on a countdown unless you have mercy and remove my collar."
"Very precise. Now, let's begin. As long as you satisfy me, I will let you go. Do you remember what I did last night?"
The painful memory made her tremble involuntarily. "I remember," she answered softly.
"Do you know why I did that?"
"To torture me."
Oh, she was so clever.
"Exactly, you've already noticed the change down there, haven't you? Come on!" Helen's perfect figure was incomparable, and her pair of high, round breasts almost seemed to be bursting out of her bikini. Looking down from her breasts, her waist slender along a beautiful curve; it seemed her waist was completely free of any excess fat. Many women are unsightly in bikinis, but Helen was the kind of woman best suited for a bikini, as if she were born for the
garment. God must have loved making love to have created her this way.
"Now, it all depends on your performance. If you want your beautiful head to stay where it belongs, then work hard!"
I saw a flash of anger in her eyes, but she still cautiously asked me, "If I can satisfy you, can you remove the collar?"
I shrugged. "I expect top-notch service. You have such a great figure, and you seem to know the art of tongue techniques. I think I'll surprise you. If your technique is exceptional, I might let you live a little longer. Otherwise, I might see your headless corpse dancing in front of me at any time. Now you know,"
I concluded, "If you don't do well, you have no chance of living."
She hesitated a little, but as time passed, the chance of the collar being triggered increased. She finally knelt down and took my throbbing penis into her wet lips.
I groaned comfortably. Helen's mouth was truly amazing. My decision was correct: she understood what the consequences would be if she didn't tease me. So, she almost sucked my entire penis into her mouth, her tongue moving with such variety, like an artist.
I ran my fingers through her long hair, grabbed her head, and from above, I could easily see her two bouncing breasts. My penis began to tense, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Actually, I had no intention of letting go of her, but since I had promised her, I had to hold on and avoid ejaculating before the collar triggered.
Time passed so slowly, and the orgasm began to build up inside me, my consciousness starting to blur. Suddenly, Helen abruptly stood up in front of me, startling me—or rather, her body stood up. It took me a while to realize what had happened. But my pleasure wasn't interrupted; the action continued. I still held her head down, pressing her face against my penis. I continued thrusting into her wet, beautiful
little mouth . Now, I felt more wonderful than ever before, because although Helen's oral sex was professional, she couldn't completely swallow my large penis. You can make a girl do things she's never done before under threat, but there's a limit. Now, Helen's throat muscles were completely relaxed, and I panted as I fucked her head. I had finally found a woman I could fully penetrate. Helen's severed head had completely swallowed my large penis. What surprised me even more was realizing that the front half of my penis had actually gone through the bloody cut in her neck and was sticking out.

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