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"Come on, do I have to wear the blindfold? You'll show me anyway."
Holding her hand, I led her down into the basement and unlocked the door.
"Ready now?"
"This better be something good."
I took off her blindfold. She looked stunned, to say at least.
"What is this?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
She was just staring, not moving for a good minute. "You made this?"
"You could say that."
"So let me get this straight. You’ve been spending the last two months, down here, building a frigging guillotine?"
"It's pretty awesome, isn't it? If I may say so myself. Wanna try it out?"
She looked at me like I was an idiot.
"Come on!" I grabbed her hand and led her closer. “I put quite a lot of work into this. It can’t go to waste.”
"I just don't..."
She looked up and down, and over the whole contraption. The wooden bench with two pairs of pink cuffs fastened to the edges. The lockable lunette. The tall frame. And finally, the giant blade hanging at the top, held by just a rope fastened to the frame.
I gently spanked her butt to wake her up from her frozen state. "Come on. Try it out!"
She took a step back. "What do you mean, try it out? Like..."
"Well, obviously, I mean, lie down and I'll lock you in."
“Are you crazy? Seriously, why did you even make this?”
I hugged her from behind and gently pushed her forwards again. “Something tells me you’ll like it. It’s like bondage, you know? Just a bit more intense.”
“I mean, I'm impressed, but you'll never get me to... Is this even real?” She reached up towards the blade and touched it with her finger. She yelped, pulled her hand back and put her finger in her mouth. “Ouch, this thing is sharp! Is that why you’re wearing gloves?”
She turned back at me, her finger still in her mouth. I saw a sparkle in her eyes.
“So you want me to lie down there?”
I shrugged.
“This... This blade is secured properly, right? It's not gonna just fall down on its own or something, right?”
“Don't worry. Nothing will happen unless you want to.”
She slowly walked around my creation, letting her hand slide on the wooden pieces. “I guess I can see the apeal. But...” She sighed, but slowly took off her shirt; she wore nothing underneath. Her slippers, sweatpants and panties followed, ending up on a pile next to the bench.
She sat down on the wood with her naked butt. "Don't make me regret this," she said silently.
I sat down next to her, massaged her shoulders and gently bit her ear. "This is going to be so fun, you'll see."
She looked back up at the blade. I felt her shudder, but she only put up fake resistance as I pushed her forwards and got her to lie down.
She let out a deep breath as I lowered the top side of the stocks and locked it around her neck. Then I put her wrists into the fluffy cuffs one by one, followed by her ankles.
I sat down on top of her thighs and played with her butt, kneading and spanking it. She squirmed and pulled on her cuffs, but couldn't do anything. She was completely helpless. I felt joy seeing her try. A nude female form restrained like that, there is few things more beautiful.
“Oh, I almost forgot. This is pretty important.” I stood up, walked to the corner and picked up a braided basket. I placed it in front of the guillotine, just under her head. She looked up at me with a questioning look. "You're taking this a little bit too seriously, aren't you?"
I didn't answer her. Instead I looked around the room. "You know, I'm really impressed with what you managed here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... You built all this by yourself. An entire guillotine. I'm impressed," I said.
"What are you talking about? You made this thing. I'm locked in. Now, are you gonna do something sexy or not?"
“I mean, really,” I continued. “I know your dad was a carpenter, but I had no idea he taught you... So, well, I never knew. You never told me. I'm just a database nerd. I wouldn't even know where to begin...”
“Dude, stop. You're kind of scaring me.”
“You even ordered a whole new set of pink tools online. All behind my back. Then you kept going down here into the basement for like what, two months? All by yourself? Didn't want to let me in...”
“Seriously, this is not funny. If you're just gonna talk nonsense, let me out.” She tried to move in her restrains again.
I picked up her panties from the ground and shoved them in her mouth. “I'm talking here. So kindly don't interrupt me! Where was I… Oh yea.”
I walked back around and slapped her ass hard. She cried out into her panties gag and pulled on her cuffs with all her might. It was of no use.
I dropped my pants, whipped up my cock and rubbed it on her hand. “I really don't know what got into you. You've been behaving so strangely lately. I didn't know what's going on.”
I knelt between her legs, grabbed her hips and pulled them up. I rubbed my cockhead on her slit.
“It's as if I didn't even know you anymore. If you weren't locked in the basement all by yourself, you were on your computer, making research how to build stuff. Where to get a sharp blade. Your browsing history is full of this stuff. Am I right?”
She was now in full panic mode, trying to scream into her gag. Pulling with her hands and feet to no avail. I didn't pay attention to it. I just slid inside her.
"And then today you were suddenly... Different. You were so nice, paying attention to me... We had some really good time in bed. I didn't know what's up. But I had a feeling that everything is gonna be okay. Whatever you were going through, it's all fine now..."
I was sliding in and out while squeezing her buttcheeks. She was thrashing around, her screams muffled by her panties.
"And then you went back into your basement, whatever you were doing... And you wouldn't come out. I went to check on you but you wouldn't even respond. After the whole night I had to break the door. And then..."
I went faster, not holding back.
"And what I found... Oh my. I'll never forget what I saw... A guillotine... Blood everywhere... Like a slasher movie... I stepped forwards... And saw this... You lying down here... Naked... Not moving. And then…”
Now I was ramming her hard, ignoring her desperate screams and attempts to escape.
“Then I saw it. In the basket. Your head."
I let out a massive load inside her. She screamed in her gag even louder than before. Her pussy clenched up and her whole body shook.
I panted from exhaustion. Her back was sweaty and trembling. I put my hands on it and rubbed it.
“Why would you do this, honey? Were you planning it like this all this time? Or was it an accident?”
It took me a good while to compose myself. I finally pulled out, gave her butt one good slap, and walked around to her head.
Her face was bright red and all sweaty, her hair bunched up from all the sweat and her struggles.
“Which was it? What do you think?”
She furiously shook her head from side to side.
I reached out and pulled her panties out of her mouth.
“The heck? What's wrong with you?” She screamed at me.
I reached to push the panties back. “No! No no no no! Okay okay, it was hot. Now I want to go,” she shouted.
“Go now? We are not finished yet, baby.”
“I... I...”
“I mean, look, this is perfect.”
“Why are you doing this?”
I squatted down in front of her. “Remember when you told me how you fantasized to be Marie Antoinette when you were a little girl?”
“What? You remember that? Come on, I had to be drunk like a mule.”
“No you weren't. You had like what? Two glasses of wine? You were just pretending so you can say something crazy.”
“Okay. You planned all this just because I told you something once?”
“No, it's not because what you told me, it's because what you didn't tell me. But I could see it.” I grabbed her hair. She winced in pain. “There was another part. Of the Marie Antoinette story. Am I wrong?”
“Stop, you're hurting me!”
I pulled even harder.
“Am I wrong?”
“No, no. Shit.”
“So, what's the other part? I want to hear it from you.”
“I wanted... I've... Let go, it hurts.”
I slowly released the pressure on her hair. “Well?”
“Fine, fine. Yes, I used to dream of what it would be like. To... Well, this, but... But... You know, what would...”
“What would it be like to actually have your head cut off?”
She shuddered. "Mhm..."
“Well then? Your hair is all over this basement. Your tools are here. I was never here.”
She was silent for a while. “You really thought of everything, didn't you?”
“I hope so. Of course, I can't forget to release your cuffs afterwards, since you wouldn't have been able to lock yourself down like this. They are well padded, so there will be no signs of struggle. And I'll have to break the door.”
She chuckled, then looked straight at me. “My people, they love their queen. Your silly little revolution has no chance.”
Her eyes dropped down at my cock. “Last meal?”
I didn't need an invite. I gave her a kiss on her forehead, and approached with my erection. I grabbed her hair and just shoved it in.
She was looking up at me, not moving on her own, just taking it. The inside of her mouth was so soft and wet and sweet. It felt right. I didn't need long before I pushed all the way in and let it all out down her throat. Her eyes rolled backwards.
As I was pulling out, she gently bit the tip. “Pardon me, Monsieur, I did not mean to do it.”
I unraveled the rope from its holding position. “And the crowd roars,” I said, as I let go. The blade slammed down. Her head dropped into the basket. No fanfare. Just a plop, the basked shook, and stayed still. It didn't take even a second.
I reached down and picked up her head by her hair. With my arm up in the air, I turned to all sides, showing the head to the imaginary crowd. I let her look at her body. Naked, sweaty, still strapped down, headless. Now twitching and spasming, shooting blood out of its neck all over the blade that just released it from the confines of the conscious mind.
I turned the head towards me and watched her eyes flutter. Blood and cum was dropping from the bottom of her neck. I gave her a kiss on her lips, and when I pulled back, her eyes were half-closed... And blank.
I laid her down back into the basket, just like it was a minute ago. I unlocked the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. The body was going through its last shivers.
I took off my gloves and left the basement. I have a couple hours to get my story straight.