Club Fatale, Pt. 8 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 8

... fortuitous pleasure!” Viv looked at me -- lost. The crowd parted, revealing a path to the where the block sat. It was a polished square of wood with two grooves cut for the laying of a head. Though it was difficult to tell how many axe blows had landed on that hardened wooden block, crisscrossed as it was with chips and indentations, the stained blood-red color attested to an inspiring sum. Growing white with terror, Viv turned to run, suddenly desperate to find some, albeit improbable, way out of the personal hell she was trapped in. I caught her by the hair and pulled her to me; walked her to the block. Turning, I looked to Olivia; motioned her forward. “Do her hair up, like yours.” Olivia complied, and, in no time, Vivian was standing before me wearing a fashionable French Twist. I caressed her cheek -- -- then, I seized her by the wrist and shoulder and forced her to her knees! “NO! NOO!” she said. I looked down at her and smiled cruelly. “Give me the best head of your life and maybe you won’t lose it!” She nodded and I thrust inside. Every time she had blown me, Vivian had been hesitant, holding back. This time I felt the full depth of her skill and it was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Warmth embraced my entire length. Spit flowed freely from Vivian’s lips. Her head moved up and down in long, deliciously vibrant strokes. Her eyes were closed, leaking tears at the corners, but she worked like a woman possessed. “Jesus Christ!” I thought, “Who knew?” Seconds passed and ...

... I knew that I would blow my load right there if I didn’t regain control. I pulled away. “Almost good enough,” I said, “but rules are rules.” Vivian cried out, incoherently. She struggled with me, but I secured each arm in irons on either side of the block. She was hyperventilating -- unable to scream after that first desperate outburst. There was nothing she could do. There was no way to remove her head from the block. She was bound to her fate. I caressed her body for the last time; got behind her and felt and squeezed her full breasts from beneath, feeling her sobs. The fear came off of her like a sweet rose. I swear that I could smell it. She looked at me: sobbing, gasping uncontrollably, begging with her eyes, pleading with the depths of her soul. I raised the axe. Viv twisted her head to the other side barely in time. I brought the heavy blade down with precision, just like Angelique had taught me, and -- -- THWACK! The head jumped, spun like a top and THUMPED to the floor. The body kicked and jerked in its death throes. I dropped the axe and pressed my hand to the stump of the neck, felt the blood spray over my fingers, hot and oozing. I snatched up the head, glared into its eyes; kissed it hungrily on the mouth. Kneeling, I got behind Viv, lifted her to her knees, arms still attached to the block. I set the head on the small of her back and stared at it as I plunged my iron-hard cock into the loose cunt. Fucking desperately, I was surprised and delighted to find that ...