A few minutes later, he rose and took Gillian by the wrist. Threading his way through the Clubmen, Weiss nearly tripped over Abigail.
He looked at me. “She was satisfying, yes?” he asked.
I grasped the redhead by the long, flowing locks and pulled her head up so he could look into her face. I crouched over her, pressed my knee into to the center of her back and pulled hard on her head. Her spine snapped like a rotted branch.
“Very satisfying,” I said as I ran my cock through her red tresses.
“Come along, dear,” Weiss said to Gillian. “We’re done with this man.”
Vivian took a long last look as Weiss lead her daughter away, tears streaming.
I put my hand on her head and she looked up at me. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. “It’s time, my sweet,” I whispered. Clutching her close, I stepped up to the Wheel and spun it.
Viv’s breathe caught as the Wheel went round and round. It passed ‘The Dance,’ ‘The Hand,’ and ‘The Rack.’ Finally it came to rest on…
‘The Block.’
“Oh,” I said, “what 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 the corpse started to tighten on my cock. I stared into Viv’s lifeless eyes as I plowed into her — it — as fast as I could, determined to get off before the dead flesh lost all semblance of life. I neared the edge and pounded the corpse desperately; watched the head quiver back and forth.
Seconds later, I pulled out and sprayed my seed all over Viv’s severed head. Moving closer, I pressed the head of my cock to Viv’s dead lips and deposited the last few drops of semen on her tongue.
Chapter Seventeen – By Blade and Cock
The private chamber in the Blue Room was decorated all in white, as was its occupant.
The blade of my knife caressed Olivia’s slender neck. It was a long, heavy dirk I had appropriated from Angelique. I let it drift slowly down to her chest. Nearly of its own volition, it slit open the front of her dress. One by one, it cut the laces of her white corset.
A magnificent bosom was revealed to me for the first (and final) time.
I gripped a tit; squeezed and kneaded.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I demanded.
“Take me. Take me the way you dream of, Evan,” Olivia said. “Love me, fuck me, rape me, snuff me. Whatever you do to me, let it be what you wish to do to me.” She caressed my cheek, so softly, so lovingly. “Do me the way I inspire you to. Tell me, please, Evan, please! What do I inspire in you?”
“Overriding, sexual passion, my love,” I said. “I’ll have you that way, strong and passionate. Then I’ll end you the same.”
“Take me as you did the brunette — with honor, my lord.”
“Lie down and spread your legs, Olivia.”
She did as I ordered.
I threw the dirk beside her on the bed. I fell upon her, grabbed at her bosom and entered her. I fucked her with wild, passionate abandon, squeezing her breasts and feeling her from the inside. I moved atop her like an animal, controlling and possessing. All the while, I waited for the right moment to strike. But it never came.
Turning her onto her side and pounding hard, I pressed her face to the dirk. “You see, baby, It waits for you! It waits to take you!” I fucked her sideways on the bed.
Changing position, I knelt on the bed and pulled Olivia onto me, entering her deeply.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Our flesh slapped together as I took her as deeply as I had ever taken a woman. My arousal was growing to uncontrollable levels.
“Oh, fucking god! Take me! Take me!” she screamed.
It was time, my mind told me. “You want to be taken? YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN, YOU FUCKING CUNT?!” I screamed back.
“Yes! God, yes!”
Snatching up the long blade, I pressed it to Olivia’s neck and cut deep, opening her from ear to ear. Blood spurted onto my chest and splashed down, staining her immaculate white dress a deep, dark crimson. She gurgled, agonized. She writhed in her death throes, so sexually, beneath me.
She tried to scream, but no sound came from her severed windpipe.
I snatched at Olivia’s wrists and held them as she tried to reach her torn throat. I moved inside of her, now, slowly but firmly. Taking her fully with each stroke. I kissed at her suddenly bloodless lips. No word passed my lips as we stared at each other for a few more moments. I could feel the heat of her blood as it splashed upon me. I was so very close to her as I watched the life and light fade from her beautiful blue orbs; they grew dimmer with each spray of scarlet and every fading beat of her broken heart.
A few more deep thrusts into her tight cunt and I pulled out. Quickly, I climbed up her body and knelt upon her upper arms, pinning her ruthlessly. My cock went to her throat and I felt the warmth of her bathing me. Olivia’s eyes grew wider as she realized my intentions. I found the right tube and thrust. My cock emerged from her lips and pressed past her teeth, the head coming to rest almost on her nose. The sight was too much for me and I came, my semen spraying upon her eyes and forehead. I closed my eyes and felt her passing. Olivia grew still and died as no woman ever had.
I pulled back and rose from the bed.
“My god,” I said. “She was like a fucking bride.”
“She was,” Kensington agreed.
He stepped forward from the shadows where he had been watching.
“And now look at her: used and destroyed,” I said. “Why? Why did you bring her here, tonight? Why did you want her to end this way?”
Ken walked to her; touched her hair. The blood was slowing. The bed, her dress and her beautiful blonde hair were soaked crimson and her face was an inviting mess of blood and semen.
“It was time to move on from her,” Ken said, turning away. “Past time, Evan. It’s past time to move on from all of them.”
“Are you alright, sir?” I asked.
“I’ll be leaving, Evan. We won’t see each other again. But I want to thank you for being a good friend…”
“You may have her meat, Evan. I’m sure she would have wanted that.”
And with that he exited.
I turned back to Olivia. My cock twitched at the sight her bloody face. Several fuckings later, I was as spent as I had ever been.
I left the Blue Room that night with a pair of severed heads and absolute satisfaction.
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