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Sally was shaking when she kept this appointment. She knew that her chance of being murdered this time was higher than ever before. While she entered the stark looking abandoned prison building with dread, she was also sensually aroused by the danger.
He was waiting just inside the door. There he forced her to strip her clothes, then put her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Next he snapped iron manacles on both ankles. They were attached by a short chain so it was difficult for Sally to follow him down the long dark corridor.
After passing through several prison doors that were shut behind her with a loud snap, Sally was placed in a cell. Her shackles were then removed, and the door was lock shut. "The judge will be here and you will be sentenced shortly," Deathmaster announced. Then he left.
Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. It was chilly in the cell, and a long wait . . . probably an hour or longer . . . before someone came. It was a strange man wearing a long black robe. He entered the cell, fondled Sally's body, and announced that he found her guilty. "You will die at the guillotine in the morning," he said. "Your execution will occur in the public square where it will be witnessed by hundreds."
Then he left and the door slammed shut. She tried it. She was definitely locked in her cell. Suddenly this was no longer a joke. Sally regretted yielding to the temptation of another sexual arousal by death.
It was a long cold, dark night. Sally had a mattress and blanket, but she could not sleep. She waited for the dawn and something more to happen.
Just before dawn, Deathmaster entered the cell. Sally was glad to see him. He was dressed like a prison guard, even wearing a gun on his hip. He brought her special clothes to wear for her execution, and made her put them on while he watched. The execution clothing amounted to a simple long black dress and nothing more. No bra. No panties. No shoes. Everything else was removed from her cell. Deathmaster then combed her long hair out and then rolled it up in a tight bun on the top of her head. "That is to make sure the blade strikes clean against your neck," he said.
Sally was shocked at his words. He was acting too serious. "I . . . I've changed my mind," she said. "I want to go. I don't want to die."
Deathmaster looked at her with a stern face. "I don't have the authority to release you woman. You have been sentenced by the high court to be put to death. The die is cast. There is no turning back now."
Two very large guards came after that and put Sally in manacles once again. They also stuffed a large gag ball in her mouth and taped it in place so she could not scream. Then, as she shuffled along in her bare feet, the short chain on the ankle irons preventing her from taking natural steps, they led her down another long dark hallway. They went through a doorway into a large open courtyard that was filled with naked men, who cheered as she made her entrance. She noticed some of them had erections.
It was difficult with the chains, but Sally managed to climb a set of wooden steps until she reached a high platform on which waited a real guillotine! A blood stained basket lay at the base of the place where the blade dropped. It was there to catch her head. "Oh my God," Sally thought. "This is really going to happen."
Before being placed in the device, the guards stripped Sally of her dress so she stood naked and totally exposed to the men, who by now were actively masturbating. She realized how aroused she was. Then, unlike the classic guillotine forms of old, where the victim looked away from the blade, she was forced to lie on her back on a strange device, with her legs spread, held by leader straps, and her face turned upward so she saw the blade hanging directly over her. She now felt raw terror. Sally's head was slid through a wooden stock, which supported only her upper shoulders, leaving her head and neck hanging. This stock was locked down over her so she could not move. The gag was still in her mouth so she could not speak. She was at the mercy of the men around her.
A cheer went up from the watching crowd and she knew something was going on. It was the executioner. He was a very large Negro. He came up the steps naked, except for a black hood over his head, black leather boots, black leather gloves and a black leather belt. His massive cock was hard and shining in the morning sunlight.
She felt his fingers rubbing her pussy and realized just how aroused she was. The nipples on her tits were hard as iron. He pressed into her, the tip of his large cock just touching her wet, swollen and willing pussy.
"You will tell me when to pull the lever," the executioner said. "When I feel your orgasm, that will be the signal. Once the lever is tripped, there will be a time delay on the blade. You will hear ticking, like a clock, and will have an unknown period of intense fear before it drops. This is designed to heighten the pleasure of your death."
She felt his hands on her tits, and then his cock was sliding into her. She first thought that if she could hold off her orgasm, she might live. But this whole scene was just too erotic. Sally started to cum almost the moment the man entered her. She saw men around her jacking off unashamedly in front of her, their cocks enlarged and red.
The sex, the fear, the hanging blade; she could not hold back. The orgasm now ravaged her. She heard the lever trip and knew that the blade was set to sever her head at any moment. The orgasm grew even more intense as she felt the black man ejaculating, his hot spurts of sperm pumping into her pulsating pussy. She was now in total ecstasy, her face flushed, her body stiff as the powerful orgasmic spasms rippling through her, intensified by her fear of the heavy blade above her.
Suddenly the blade released. Sally was urinating all over herself and the black man when it stopped inches above her neck with a loud Kathump!!!!!!!!.
She realized that the blade did not slice her neck. Someone put a block on it. She was going to live to return another day!
One by one the men in the courtyard now came to her, fucking her excited pussy, giving her a day of extreme orgasmic pleasure. To further torment her, they raised the blade and removed the block. She knew they might accidentally trip the lever and slice off her head at any time. She remained strapped on her back, looking up at the razor sharp blade hanging above her neck. Thus the threat of sudden death hung heavily over her throughout the long sensual ordeal. They did not release her from the machine until the last four men finished by ejaculating all over her body.
She went home shaken, her pussy sore from so many cocks, dripping and sticky with their sperm, and vowing never to do this again.
A month passed and Sally, shaken by her experience with the train, vowed that she would never contact Deathmaster again. But something happened. She had several different sexual encounters with men during this time and she discovered that no matter how good her partner was, she could not reach orgasm. Like a cocaine or heroin addict, she began to crave the thrill. Late one night, after a few drinks gave her the courage, she made the call.
Sally was shaking when she kept this appointment. She knew that her chance of being murdered this time was higher than ever before. While she entered the stark looking abandoned prison building with dread, she was also sensually aroused by the danger.
He was waiting just inside the door. There he forced her to strip her clothes, then put her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Next he snapped iron manacles on both ankles. They were attached by a short chain so it was difficult for Sally to follow him down the long dark corridor.
After passing through several prison doors that were shut behind her with a loud snap, Sally was placed in a cell. Her shackles were then removed, and the door was lock shut. "The judge will be here and you will be sentenced shortly," Deathmaster announced. Then he left.
Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. It was chilly in the cell, and a long wait . . . probably an hour or longer . . . before someone came. It was a strange man wearing a long black robe. He entered the cell, fondled Sally's body, and announced that he found her guilty. "You will die at the guillotine in the morning," he said. "Your execution will occur in the public square where it will be witnessed by hundreds."
Then he left and the door slammed shut. She tried it. She was definitely locked in her cell. Suddenly this was no longer a joke. Sally regretted yielding to the temptation of another sexual arousal by death.
It was a long cold, dark night. Sally had a mattress and blanket, but she could not sleep. She waited for the dawn and something more to happen.
Just before dawn, Deathmaster entered the cell. Sally was glad to see him. He was dressed like a prison guard, even wearing a gun on his hip. He brought her special clothes to wear for her execution, and made her put them on while he watched. The execution clothing amounted to a simple long black dress and nothing more. No bra. No panties. No shoes. Everything else was removed from her cell. Deathmaster then combed her long hair out and then rolled it up in a tight bun on the top of her head. "That is to make sure the blade strikes clean against your neck," he said.
Sally was shocked at his words. He was acting too serious. "I . . . I've changed my mind," she said. "I want to go. I don't want to die."
Deathmaster looked at her with a stern face. "I don't have the authority to release you woman. You have been sentenced by the high court to be put to death. The die is cast. There is no turning back now."
Two very large guards came after that and put Sally in manacles once again. They also stuffed a large gag ball in her mouth and taped it in place so she could not scream. Then, as she shuffled along in her bare feet, the short chain on the ankle irons preventing her from taking natural steps, they led her down another long dark hallway. They went through a doorway into a large open courtyard that was filled with naked men, who cheered as she made her entrance. She noticed some of them had erections.
It was difficult with the chains, but Sally managed to climb a set of wooden steps until she reached a high platform on which waited a real guillotine! A blood stained basket lay at the base of the place where the blade dropped. It was there to catch her head. "Oh my God," Sally thought. "This is really going to happen."
Before being placed in the device, the guards stripped Sally of her dress so she stood naked and totally exposed to the men, who by now were actively masturbating. She realized how aroused she was. Then, unlike the classic guillotine forms of old, where the victim looked away from the blade, she was forced to lie on her back on a strange device, with her legs spread, held by leader straps, and her face turned upward so she saw the blade hanging directly over her. She now felt raw terror. Sally's head was slid through a wooden stock, which supported only her upper shoulders, leaving her head and neck hanging. This stock was locked down over her so she could not move. The gag was still in her mouth so she could not speak. She was at the mercy of the men around her.
A cheer went up from the watching crowd and she knew something was going on. It was the executioner. He was a very large Negro. He came up the steps naked, except for a black hood over his head, black leather boots, black leather gloves and a black leather belt. His massive cock was hard and shining in the morning sunlight.
She felt his fingers rubbing her pussy and realized just how aroused she was. The nipples on her tits were hard as iron. He pressed into her, the tip of his large cock just touching her wet, swollen and willing pussy.
"You will tell me when to pull the lever," the executioner said. "When I feel your orgasm, that will be the signal. Once the lever is tripped, there will be a time delay on the blade. You will hear ticking, like a clock, and will have an unknown period of intense fear before it drops. This is designed to heighten the pleasure of your death."
She felt his hands on her tits, and then his cock was sliding into her. She first thought that if she could hold off her orgasm, she might live. But this whole scene was just too erotic. Sally started to cum almost the moment the man entered her. She saw men around her jacking off unashamedly in front of her, their cocks enlarged and red.
The sex, the fear, the hanging blade; she could not hold back. The orgasm now ravaged her. She heard the lever trip and knew that the blade was set to sever her head at any moment. The orgasm grew even more intense as she felt the black man ejaculating, his hot spurts of sperm pumping into her pulsating pussy. She was now in total ecstasy, her face flushed, her body stiff as the powerful orgasmic spasms rippling through her, intensified by her fear of the heavy blade above her.
Suddenly the blade released. Sally was urinating all over herself and the black man when it stopped inches above her neck with a loud Kathump!!!!!!!!.
She realized that the blade did not slice her neck. Someone put a block on it. She was going to live to return another day!
One by one the men in the courtyard now came to her, fucking her excited pussy, giving her a day of extreme orgasmic pleasure. To further torment her, they raised the blade and removed the block. She knew they might accidentally trip the lever and slice off her head at any time. She remained strapped on her back, looking up at the razor sharp blade hanging above her neck. Thus the threat of sudden death hung heavily over her throughout the long sensual ordeal. They did not release her from the machine until the last four men finished by ejaculating all over her body.
She went home shaken, her pussy sore from so many cocks, dripping and sticky with their sperm, and vowing never to do this again. -->
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