The girl opened the door to the basement and peered in. She reached to her side and flicked on the lights, illuminating the room. The room was cold, and the bare cement walls were a spotless dull gray. The room was almost clinical with no decorations or improvements, just emotionless gray cement. It was identical to the pictures the man had shown her.

The only furniture in the room was a line of chairs down the left wall and a sink against the back wall. There was also a small drain a few feet in front of the sink. Next to the sink and in the middle of the right wall were two large, expensive-looking cameras with microphones mounted on top. There was also a camera hanging down from the ceiling.

Of course, there was one more piece of furniture, if you could call it that. A large guillotine sat in the center of the room, strikingly out of place in the otherwise un-noteworthy room. The lunette faced the back of the room, placed just above the drain in the floor, and the blade rested against it, missing a rope to hold it up. A thick layer of dust covered the guillotine, but otherwise it was in perfect condition, just as the man had said.

At the imposing sight of the guillotine, the girl's legs went weak and she felt herself getting wet. She took a deep breath and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She was carrying a large bag, filled to the brim, which she set on one of the chairs. She opened the zipper and fished around for a minute before finding what she wanted.

She pulled out two vibrating dildos and a pack of batteries. The girl quickly put the batteries in the dildos and switched them on. After making sure they worked, she turned the off and placed them on the guillotine. Then she moved in front of the camera.

She faced the camera and began to slowly strip, putting on a show. She was short, with a petite body and small tits. Her hair was a light brown and came down to her shoulders. As she pulled off her shirt, showing her tits to the camera, she smiled. She knew the man was watching right now, somewhere else in the house. After removing everything but her panties, she stopped and kneeled in front of the camera.

The girl grabbed the dildos, one in each hand, and began to lick them. She alternated between the two, and while she licked one dildo, she seductively rubbed the other on her nipples or crotch. Soon they were covered in her saliva, and she moved on to sucking them. She started with just the tip, trying to look slutty in front of the camera, but she quickly took the deeper. Alternating between the two, she pushed the dildos farther and farther into her mouth, still masturbating with the one she wasn't sucking. Now the girl started to moan, the sound muffled by the dildo in her mouth. Before long, she was swallowing them to the base, gagging and moaning at the same time.

After a few minutes of her fake double blowjob, the girl stood up and turned around. She laid across the table of the guillotine, with her ass facing the camera, and slid her panties down. They were soaked, and juices were running down her legs. The girl slowly inserted one of the dildos into her pussy and began to move it back and forth. Once she had fully lubricated it, she slid it from her pussy and into her ass. She moaned louder and felt herself grimace as the large dildo slid into her. Then she slid the second dildo into her pussy and switched them both on.

The dildos started buzzing, and a loud moan escaped the girl's lips. She felt a shudder go through her body, and began to move her hips in pleasure. She grabbed both the dildos and started slowly fucking herself, wiggling her ass seductively at the camera. The girl stood bent over the guillotine for a few more minutes, enjoying the vibrators, but reluctantly stood up. As much as she would like to, she knew she couldn't stay there all day. She pulled her panties back up, holding the dildos in place, and went back to her bag.

The girl pulled out some simple cleaning supplies: a small bucket, a brush, and some soap. The guillotine was covered in dust, and she wanted it to look nice when she used it. She knew she could have asked the man to clean it before she arrived, but the girl thought it was much hotter for her to clean the thing that would kill her.

The girl filled the bucket with water at the sink, and poured some soap in.
She turned and walked to the guillotine, each step bringing waves of pleasure.
Each step rubbed the vibrators inside her, and she moaned quietly.
Starting with the bench, she scrubbed the guillotine down.
As she cleaned, she imaged herself strapped down, helpless and awaiting her death.
The thought made the girls knees go weak, and she felt an orgasm start to rise within her.
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and continued scrubbing.

After polishing the bench to a shine, she started cleaning the lunette. As she cleaned, she began looking at the blade up close. The girl felt her breath and hands start to shake. She could see its weight, and imagined it plunging down through her neck as she struggled against the lunette. She couldn't hold back her orgasm this time. The girl fell to the floor, spasms shaking her whole body. She laid still, trembling slightly, for several minutes.

The girl laid on the cold floor, shivering and recovering from her orgasm. The only sounds she could hear where her own panting and the subtle buzz of the vibrators inside her. She pulled herself to her feet and unsteadily walked over to her bag. She pulled out a thin rope and tied to the blade of the guillotine. Next, she stood on the guillotine's bench and looped the rope through a pulley at the top of the tower.

After getting down, the girl pulled the rope, raising the blade all the way to the top of the tower. She admired the shining razor edge of the slanted blade, then released the rope. The blade sped down the tower and crashed into place. The girl was overcome with another orgasm, and nearly fell to the floor again as her knees buckled.

Now she was ready to start her execution. The girl had thought for a very long time about how she wanted to go, and had meticulously planned this day for months. She wanted to be completely helpless before she died, and was turned on by the idea of not being able to save herself. At the same time, she wanted to be in control of her execution. She wanted to kill herself, instead of letting the man off her. But most importantly, she wanted to be in suspense, unable to control the exact time of her death.

She went to her bag and started pulling out a variety of bondage equipment. First she got straps to hold her to the table, which she placed loosely across the guillotine. She had four, one for her ankles, knees, waist, and chest.

Then she pulled out two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. She closed one end of each of the handcuffs around the legs of the table near the lunette, then closed the other end of each one notch before placing them on the table. Next, she took out a ball gag and blindfold, and placed them on the table. She also took out an open lock, and placed it near the lunette. She had thrown the key away on her way to the room.

By now she was panting heavily. Every breath was half moan, half gasp. The girl took the final items from the bag. One was a mesh bag with a small loop on the top, and the other was a large thermos. With shaky hands, she unscrewed the lid of the thermos and opened the mesh bag. The girl walked over to the sink and poured the contents of the thermos into the bag.

A single large ice cube and a small splash of water poured out. She closed the bag and walked to the guillotine. Her legs were shaking and her whole body swayed as fear and pleasure rushed through her. The girl pulled the blade up and passed the rope through an eye bolt on the side of the guillotine. Then she carefully tied the rope to the bag, so that the ice kept the blade from falling. With that, her preparations were complete.

The girl unsteadily climbed onto the table, slipping her body under the loose straps. As she wiggled under them, the vibrators pressed into her, making her shudder. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, and could only hear the blood rushing through her ears. She tightened the straps one by one, stopping before the chest strap. At each one, she tested that she was immobilized. Once she was done, the girl could barely move her lower body.

Her panting grew so intense she was practically gasping for air. Laying back on the table, she placed her neck in the lunette. Her entire body trembled as shudders racked her body. She moved the lunette down, and slowly picked up the lock.

Once she locked the lunette, there would be no turning back. With a moan, she placed the lock on the lunette. She hesitantly slid it shut, until she heard the click of the latch closing, sealing her fate.

The girl gasped, and came hard. For a minute, she thrashed wildly in her restraints, then slowed to a stop. She still wanted to finish her original plan.

She felt next to her and grabbed the ball gag, and awkwardly reached around the lunette to put it on. Then she did the same with the blindfold. Her hands shook harder once her sight was removed, but the girl carefully found the final strap around her chest and pulled it tight. With even more care, she felt for the handcuffs. Once she found them, she slipped her hands through. They were already closed, so all she had to do was press her wrists against the table to click them shut.

Now she laid in the guillotine, completely immobilized, blinded, and gagged, and naked except for her panties. She was truly helpless.

Over her desperate panting, the girl could hear the buzz of the vibrators (still sending pleasure to her ass and pussy), and the steady drip of the melting ice.
The only thing she could do now was lay there and await her eventual decapitation.

The girl let out an aroused yet terror filled moan and started bucking against her restraints. The only part of her body she could really move was her arms, and she struggled against the handcuffs. Her wrists were rubbed raw as she futilely tried to pull herself free. Suddenly, all her muscles tensed, and she orgasmed. The girl felt her eyes rolling up, and the sounds of the room faded away as she passed out.

After a time, the girl groggily regained consciousness. She could not see anything, and felt something in her mouth. Confused, she tried to sit up, and found that she was immobilized. She tried to move her arms, and heard the clink of the handcuff chains.

The girl suddenly remembered her situation. She also realized that she had no idea how long she had been unconscious. The blade could fall at any moment. She strained against the handcuffs, trying to escape. The girl desperately listened for any sound that would let her know how ling she had left. As she listened, she found it harder to concentrate. The pleasure from the vibrators and the arousal of her certain death were overpowering. Soon she gave in, moaning through the gag and trying to buck her hips against her restraints. If she didn't know how much time she had left, she might as well make the most of it.

Suddenly, the girl heard a new sound. It was a faint sliding, cloth against metal. The bag was slipping through the bolt.

A terrified whine escaped the ball gag, and the girl started to thrash and buck against the table. She heard the pulley at the top of the tower start to spin freely, and she began to scream. Before she could let out much noise, the blade crashed down. It cut through her neck with ease, parting her head and body and cutting her scream short.

The girl, still blinded, lost all sense of direction. Her head felt weightless as it fell to the floor and rolled away from the guillotine. Her eyes moved rapidly under the blindfold, and her mouth tried to form words, but her head fell still in moments. Her body struggled for just a few seconds longer, blood pouring down the end of the guillotine. It too fell still, and the room was almost silent. The only sounds to be heard were the buzz of the vibrators still working in her corpse and the steady trickle of blood falling from her neck. The girl, now just a worthless thing, had finally fulfilled her deepest fantasy.


The room was still for a few moments, until a hidden door opened up in the wall. The man stepped through, pushing a small cart in front of him. With swift, deliberate movements, he pulled a pair of bolt cutters from the cart and started cutting the girl's corpse free. He cut all the restraints and the lock on the lunette, then pulled a paperclip from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he carefully picked up the corpse and placed it in the chair closest to the door. He picked up the head and placed it in the girl's lap, still blindfolded and gagged.

He then pulled out a toolbox, and with practiced ease disassembled the guillotine. The man put all the parts on the cart, along with everything the girl had brought with her, and left the room.

He returned shortly with a new cart of parts. The man pulled a hose from the cart and attached it to the sink, then rinsed the woman's blood down the drain. Then he started assembling his new instrument of death. He worked quickly, knowing that he would have more visitors soon.