Introduction, by Minos

Sometimes an opportunity comes along that’s so profoundly intriguing that you can’t pass it by.

Paige and her wonderful site, Wishes of a Kinky Mind posted a story Karen’s beheading a story someone kindly submitted to her, sadly the original blog doesn’t exist anymore. However, a copy can be found at the Internet wayback machine.

Perhaps, someday, the author will see this and contact either Paige or myself and recieve credit for creating this darkly erotic tale...

She always knew that her fascination with death and beheading in particular was weird. She never told her friends or admitted as much to her boyfriends. It was that simple, dark little secret that she had kept to herself. But here she was, face to face with a real life guillotine. All by herself.

Nobody had told Karen that the rustic, cozy little bed and breakfast she was staying at had at one time been the abode of a very well known murderer back in the early 1800’s. As an ode to their history the Country Town Bed and Breakfast maintained the dismal basement just as the killer had, but they didn’t advertise it much. The whole thing was a simple aside in the long list of historic moments, celebrities and happenings at the place over the course of it’s two hundred and twenty year history.

Karen had come on a Sunday. It was well after midnight and the lady who ran the place had already retired for the evening. The basement had been left unlocked, probably so that the curious and the thrill seekers could wander in and see the murderous machines. And now the entire basement was her playground. Karen read over the brochure of the guillotine. The killer, a John Laughtery had rigged it for his own personal amusement. Rather than pulling the release himself Laugherty had skillfully created a mechanism that sat between the woman’s legs as she laid helpless on the bench awaiting her fate. After it was placed between her legs Laugherty would wind it up and a large wooden rod would make it’s way inside the woman. When it had penetrated a full twelve inches the mechanism would reach a release that pulled the safety pin from the guillotine’s blade, thereby releasing it and removing the victim’s head. The catch was that if the victim could squeeze enough she could push the rod back inside the mechanism.

Karen pictured the scene in her mind; Laughtery watching, probably masturbating in the corner as so many young, helpless women fucked the machine to try and save their lives. Eventually they all met the same fate; they fucked the machine until they became so wet that they were no longer able to grip the shaft. Inevitably the girls all met their demise as they pumped relentlessly against his machine.

It was old and rusted now, likely not to work at all. And although the signs and warning around the room advised that nobody was allowed to touch the antiques Karen didn’t think it would hurt anything if she took a moment to see what those last few moments must have been like for those poor girls.

Still in a short little nightgown and pantie-less from having sneaked out of bed Karen crawled onto the bench. As short as her gown was she had no need to hike it up to reveal her pouted, freshly shaved pussy. She straddled the bench and pulled the machine up to it’s place behind her. She glanced one last time around the room to check for anyone being around before inserting the shaft inside of her. The simple thought that this was a machine whose purpose was simply to snuff the life out of beautiful little girls like herself made her wet and allowed for easy entry of the first couple inches of the rod.

After winding the machine Karen quickly dropped her head into its place and grabbed on to the two poles that held the blade in place. The experience was amazing. There was little she could do to stop herself from whimpering quietly as she grabbed on the shaft with all of her strength and try to push it back in to it’s place. The task proved immediately difficult. She felt herself pushing it back an inch or so at a time, but it was sliding into her at a faster rate than that. After only a few seconds she found herself squeezing as hard as she could simply to push it back at all. In doing so she began to excrete more and more fluid, and she became more and more aroused. The more moisture her pussy exuded the harder she racked her body against the machine the hornier she got. It was a terrible cycle. She felt it. She knew exactly why so many women had died in this contraption. Everything worked against you.

Karen began rocking herself hard against the shaft inside of her. She squeezed and wrenched her torso as she moaned and pressed herself against it. She mash her fingers into the grains of wood in the towers that held up that beautiful, terrible blade above her neck. She gasped as the dork fondled her, slid through her and came ever so closer to ending her life. She knew it… she saw what it was like to struggle and fight for your life. She pictured Laugherty masturbating wildly as his tight victims shook, cummed, moaned, and screamed. Karen pushed harder and harder against the rod. But she wasn’t trying to push it back in anymore. There was no use. She was just trying to finish in time to undo the stocks and get her head out.

She moaned, begged, and cried as she rocked her entire body against the growing member inside of her. Karen’s head protruded in and out of the hole in the stocks as her body enveloped the ever growing extension. She felt a tingle in her stomach. Then a click against her clit. That was all it took. She knew what the click was; the pin had been pulled from the machine. Karen squeezed her eyes in horror as she again grasped her pussy around the shaft and released a foamy ejaculation of fear, shock, and lust. Karen felt the blade slide down the guides as she pushed against the towers and tried desperately to pull her head from the stocks. Her vagina squeezed another wave of ecstasy around the shaft and she moaned. The moaned grew into a scream as she released another wave of ejaculate. Suddenly and without regress her scream was silenced. A bead of ejaculate ran down to her stomach as a bead of crimson slid down between her soft, young breasts. The blade came to a raging stop against the wooden stock that had held Karen’s throat. Her head mirrored it’s descent. Her dark hair no longer concealed the look of terror on her face as her face crashed to the ground. In that same instant her body slumped, jerked and fell over the side of the bench. With nothing left to restrain her body, now a lifeless shivering lump came to a rest at the base of the guillotine. For a moment the eyes continued to watch as the body shook and continued to release a sexual moisture from her pussy, and a crimson flow from her neck.

Epilog, added by Minos

Having retired for the evening the lady who ran the inn was working on the books when the motion detector installed above the basement stairs alerted her to someone’s presence. Closing the accounting application she brought up the basement surveillance cameras. She smiled as she watched Karen coming down the basement stairs, the way she pause at the bottom, her eyes taking in the horrors that the basement held, the way her eyes kept coming back to John Laughtery’s infamous guillotine.

As she watched, Karen walked to the waiting guillotine and after only a momentary pause, sank to her knees straddling the guillotine’s wooden bench. As she watched Karen reached back and adjusted the shaft of the machine’s wooden dildo so that its tip pressed deep into the moist folds of her sex. She watched utterly enthralled as Karen reached back to wind the machine before placing her head into the guillotine’s waiting Lunette and pulled its upper half down against the back of her throat. Moments later a faint whimper escaped Karen’s lips as the shaft of the machine’s wooden dildo started its relentless violation of her body.

The woman had to admit Karen was putting quite an erotic display as she struggled to prevent the wooden shaft of the machine’s trigger from slipping deeper into her sex. For a while it almost looked like Karen might overpower the machine but as the long minutes passed Karen’s own body slowly betrayed her. She wasn’t sure, but there toward the end it almost looked like Karen was more concerned with reaching orgasm than she was about surviving the experience.

The great granddaughter of John Laughtery laughed with delight as she watched Karen’s lifeless body slide off the guillotine’s bench, spraying blood across the basement floor as her body collapsed onto the guillotine’s base. Then, patiently waiting until Karen’s dying heart finally finished pumping her life blood onto the basement floor the inn keeper carefully saved the video files of Karen’s erotic demise to her computer’s hard drive for later editing. She already knew that unlike the last two women who’d gone to their deaths beneath that diabolical guillotine’s blade, Karen managed to last a full forty-two minutes before that deadly blade fell. A little creative editing and Karen’s erotic but ultimately fatal struggle would become a full sixty minute feature video for her exclusive members only JohnLaughtery.com snuff website.