Acting on an informant’s tip, Justice Girl gained entry to what appeared on the outside to be just an old, dilapidated warehouse. However, looks can be deceiving, and once inside, the building reeked of the kind of high tech only one of Gotham’s diabolic supervillains would employ. None other than Justice Girl’s nemesis, the evil arch-villain the Crimson Contessa.

Confident that her prey was finally within her grasp, Justice Girl paused to draw her concealed handgun before silently starting down the corridor. Suspected in the disappearances of over a half-dozen of Gotham’s superheroines and several of the city’s leading female investigative journalists, Justice Girl knew that the Crimson Contessa, the queen of Gotham’s League of Villains, fully deserved her well-earned reputation for pure evil.

Sadly, for Justice Girl, she underestimated the level of paranoia that her prey employed, accidentally tripping one of the Crimson Contessa’s boobytraps, a laser triggered blast of knockout gas. Collapsing to her knees, Justice Girl had only a few seconds to realize her mistake before the darkness claimed her.

Justice Girl awoke to find herself naked, chained down upon a cold metal platform with her thighs spread painfully wide, the menacing razor-sharp blade of a guillotine poised high above her throat. She then heard the distinctive sound of high heels clicking against the concrete floor, approaching out of the darkness. An ominous chill of fear coursing through her as she helplessly watched the Crimson Contessa walking toward her with an evil smile on her face.

“Good evening Justice Girl. I see you’ve finally recovered from the effects of the knockout gas. I must say, even though I intentionally lured you here so that I might end your meddling existence, I’m a bit disappointed that you fell for such an obvious boobytrap.”

Tugging futilely against her restraints, “So, all this was just a rouse to lure me to my doom? I feel honored, but doesn’t all this seem a bit overdone? I mean an actual guillotine?”

“Oh, Justice Girl, this is no mere guillotine. I’ve taken the liberty of arranging a far more perilously erotic fate for you than merely taking your head. Poised between your suggestively spread thighs is a fucking machine equipped with two massive vibrating dildos, one for your vagina, the other for your ass.”

Smiling at the look of growing terror in Justice Girl’s eyes, the Crimson Contessa continued, “Not to worry, my dear. I assure you that I will be turning them on for you in just a moment. You see, I discovered long ago that deep down, every superheroine is secretly a masochistic bondage slut, desperately yearning to be captured, taken against her will, and ruthlessly ravaged by an evil supervillain.”

Pausing to caress the inside of Justice Girl’s thigh, the Crimson Contessa had a knowing smile on her face at the gasp of pleasure that escaped her doomed victim’s lips as her fingertips passed between the heated, sopping wet folds of her sex. “You see, once I turn this fucking machine on, your death Justice Girl will be a foregone conclusion. Each orgasm you experience slowly bringing you closer to your richly deserved demise. As your first orgasm climaxes, you will have one chance out of one hundred that the blade will fall, your second orgasm two out of one hundred. By your tenth orgasm, the odds will have risen to one in ten. By your twentieth climax, one in five. By your twenty-fifth orgasm, one in four.”

Switching on the dildo’s, the Crimson Contessa continued, “Of course, there’s still about a thirty percent chance you’ll manage to escape the guillotine’s blade.”

Seeing the look of faint hope in her victim’s eyes, she evilly added, “You see, about thirty percent of my victims who died in this deathtrap were quite literally fucked to death by those dildos, their orgasms so intense their hearts failed.”

Justice Girl struggled against the inevitable, desperately trying to keep from reaching orgasm, but it turned out to be hopeless, a masochistic bondage slut’s worst nightmare. Five minutes after the Crimson Contessa switched on that fuck machine, I climaxed with one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I could already feel my second orgasm coming as I realized there’s a distinct possibility that I might be fucked to death long before that guillotine gets its chance to end my life.

The Crimson Contessa watched with eager anticipation as Justice Girl endured yet another powerful orgasm, her sixteenth in as many minutes. It was rare for her victims to survive more than twenty orgasms before their luck finally ran out, triggering the guillotine’s deadly blade.

It was hopeless. I’d given up fighting what was happening and just struggled to breathe enough to stay conscious. I’d climax only to feel the next mind-blowing orgasm already approaching.

As she climaxed with her twenty-third orgasm, Justice Girl’s luck finally ran out, her final orgasm releasing the guillotine’s blade decapitating her in a brief explosion of agony.

Watching with amusement as Justice Girl’s head hit the floor, the Crimson Contessa had to admit that while not as messy of a deathtrap as her old Drill of Death. The guillotine’s doomed victim’s horrifying terror was indeed a perilously erotic enhancement, not to mention the substantial drop in her dry-cleaning bills.

As for Justice Girl, although foul play is suspected, her disappearance remains a mystery. The last of her mortal remains disappearing into the incinerator mere hours after her brutally diabolic demise...