>cw: NC snuff, eager snuff, unnatural resurrection

Gertie sighed around the rope in her teeth, and squirmed her hips in a circle, making the short little cheerleader skirt rustle around her waist as she tried flaunting her upturned ass again. A little skinny, with a heavy spatter of dark freckles on pasty-white skin, it wasn't the hottest ass in the office, but her longer legs meant it was pushed higher in the air than any of the six airhead interns surrounding her.

... Well, they were down to three now. Couldn't remember their names, everyone in the office just convinced them their nicknames were all some weird version of 'Candy' with progressively more twisted misspellings.

They weren't good for much more than free ass to get traded around the office. And that had traded some sympathetic sensations deep in the forgotten place between Gertie's thighs.

She's convinced the six bimbos it was a cutesy photo op by joining in herself. Get your arms tied behind your back, grab the rope in your teeth, bend over to lift the blade and put your neck in the lunette while someone locks the top half down, wiggle your cute naked upturned asses at the camera, then smile big when they come around front.

The one with the kitty ears at the far left had opened her mouth to say 'Cheese!' and smile bigger for the first group photo. They'd caught the blur of the blade on the way down.

The second photo, with the kitty's severed head tumbled to the middle of the table that the semicircle of guillotines were grouped around, only Gertrude was still smiling.

Despite the nurse on her right shrieking into her ear. It was only a couple seconds, the camera caught that blurred blade too.

But that was almost half an hour ago, and the hot blood on the side of her face was cold and had gotten that nasty kind of sticky, and the whines and sobs of the remaining airheads were starting to grate in her ears. She gazed at the drooping, once shocked and scared faces of the kitty, maid, and bunny heads, smeared with blood from their short roll to the middle.

The rhythmic sobs and grunts from the nurse to her left, mixed with the faint clink-clink-clink of the tightly machined steel of the fancy industrial-grade death machine, while someone frantically rutted at the inflatable fuckmeat's sloppy holes, stirred up a longing deep in Gertrude's long-neglected snatch, made her naked cunt quivver in the air and drip a little onto the polished floor.

The frutting suddenly grew faster, breath faster and shorter, panicked little gasps before a loud male grunt mixed with a horrified, orgasmic female wail. The faint hiss of polished steel on steel ended with a loud CLANG that partially muffled the wet Thwock of the blade chopping through wet meat, but the thump and tumble of eight pounds of useless bone and gristle rolling on the table was unmistakeable.

Gertie squirmed her hips, listening to the wordless 'huuuaaahh, huuuaaaahhhh' breaths of the headless fuckmeat, the inebriated cheers of the partygoers as, with the worthless bit removed, the fuckmeat turned into an even better lay than the three months prior. She watched the face of the upside-down nurse go through all the expressions. Pain, realization, horror, anguish, pleading.

When she looked up at Gertrude, Gertie's evil, hungry smile made... Kandyi, maybe? Enh, they're all the same... Made the nurse's face screw up with fury. Just for a moment. But then the eyes glazed, and rolled off in different directions, and the face went limp and slack and brainless, much like every time the bimbo had tried to generate some semblance of intelligent thought.

Gertie moaned through her clenched teeth, and closed her eyes as her hips trembled, the soles of her spike-heeled sneakers squeaking on the floor as she listened to the wet splish splish of her cunt dripping on the gleaming marble.

"Well, You seem to be enjoying yourself, miss Gravelton," came a deep, authoritative voice behind her. With a thump that she felt more than heard, a heavy, fat, throbbing phallus dropped onto her upturned ass, grinding back and forth to work its way between her cheeks.

Gertie gasped and yelped, and the silk rope flew from her lips. She felt the whizz of precision metal on metal- But it stopped, abruptly, when a fast, strong hand flashed out and caught the speeding rope.

"Now, now, miss Gravelton, it's very rude to try and duck out of a conversation like that."

There was an indignant noise off to the left. The Nun managed "How come SHE ge-" THWOCK

Gertie's eyes were wide as she watched the head tumble across the table, coming to rest with her face mashed into the hair of someone else. She could see from the muscles in the severed neck that the nun was indignantly trying to yell some more, but that just pumped out the last of her blood even faster.

Gertie laughed, a loud, cackling laugh, then started to snort with every inhale, her body shuddering with the effort, still squirming her hips to grind her ass up against the boss' throbbing cock, hotdogging it between her modest cheeks, smearing the greasy lube on her anus along his shaft. She twisted her neck in the tight grasp of the lunette, tossing her unruly curly mass of copper hair, tied in big fat ponytails above either ear to match her Slutty Cheerleader costume. She grinned lewdly up at the face of the founder and owner. "Well, Mister Wirenoose, I suppose that means Candice there wins our game. She IS the last girl with a rope in her mouth, after all."

Mister Wirenoose let out a dark chuckle. "I do think our CFO is offering her a double-or-nothing..." he rumbled, as Gertie heard a loud indignant squalling and scuffle.

There was a commotion as a stern, severe, skinny, opulant woman was wrestled up to a still-dripping guillotine. Her flimsy gown was already the colour of drying blood, but the flimsy fabric tore easily as strong hands ripped it away. Her indignant shriek as she tried to cover her small, pointy breasts turned to angry curses as her arms were twisted up behind her back, then muffled as the rope was crammed into her mouth. She kept it clenched in her snarling teeth as she was bent over and locked into the ring.

"It seems like her husband discovered she's been embezzling from my company, Miss Gravelton. So now he's helping me work out which of these two equally qualified candidates will take over the role."

She watched Candace's gold wire halo flounce over her head as a virile middle-aged man buried his cock deep into the angel's body, then the wrathful face of the CFO twist even deeper into indignance as his thumb and finger buried deep in her dried-out snatch and asshole.

Gertie wiggled her rear invitingly, up and down, and got a broad hand slapped across her rear for her efforts. The lusty moan from her throat made Mister Wirenoose pause, then shift his own hips a little, letting Gertrude work her way around to slowly push her cunt down over his long, fat cock, groaning and mumbling nonsense sounds as her sopping wet flesh stretched to accommodate him.

They watched as the CFO's kept man slowly fucked the angel in the guillotine, watched her round face fade from fear to contented bliss, moaning into the rope and toying her tongue around the silky fibers. She watched the scowling woman's face turn to confusion and then ecstasy as his fingers worked in her cunt and ass, delivering the sexual gratification he'd never let her know before.

Working the women like a fine craftsman, she saw the angel and the bitch climax at the same moment, the angel shivvering and moaning demurely through clenched teeth, the witch letting out a spectacularly immodest yell as her whole body thrashed in climax. She almost didn't notice the blade crashing through her neck, the ex-CFO's severed head keeping the same utterly fucked stupid expression on her face until her eyes went gray and her muscles slackened, all while her discarded body thrashed violently on the floor like a discarded trout.

Candace slowly caught her breath, then looked over at Mister Wirenoose and Gertrude. Gertie smiled and bowed her head, and she felt the steel-on-steel again as Mister Wirenoose lowered the blade to lightly touch the razor edge to the back of her neck to show their surrender. There was a cheer as Candace was unlocked, and spat out the rope to let the blade fall with a loud CLANG on the empty lunette.

"For the future, miss, I'm insisting that your current costume is your work uniform going forward," Wirenoose called out. Candice blushed a bit, pirouetting in the white lace and satin corset that left her basketball-sized tits and waxed-hairless snatch on display, tottering faintly on towering white heels. Then she slid to her knees and set her wire halo and springy wings flouncing as she slurped and suckled, throating the fat cock of her new boytoy beside the twitching headless corpse of her predecessor.

Gertrude sighed happily, working her hips to grind around mister Wirenoose's monster hog in her cunt, stirring it to life. "Mmmm, what about me, though...?" she asked over her shoulder, clenching her cunt around the throbbing, veiny shaft.

He grunted, trembling a touch as he hoisted the blade high again. "Oh, you lost, dear. Only way out of this lunette is in pieces... But what made you take this risk, anyhow?"

Gertie sighed, slewing her hips again to make the boss grunt. "Mmmh, three months of seeing the Candi bowl get pumped full of cream filling, finally made me realize..." She sighed wistfully. "... You know, you're the first thing inside me that isn't silicone...?" she asked, her cunt rippling and kneading his cock for emphasis.

Wirenoose grunted, his fingers slipping on the silk cord a bit. "Ffffnnh... Oh really...? Mmmmh, might as well make it worthwhile, then." His thick, strong fingers forced the rope back into Gertie's mouth, and his hands gripped her hips as he started to thrust.

Her world blurred to pink as she felt that massive meat stretching her cunt, buried deep in her belly, then drawn out to invade, again and again and again, over and over, an eternal endless bliss. It was an endless eternity as time lost all meaning, shaking her pompons in her hands crossed and tied behind her back, rolling her head to flip her big floppy copper ponytails, her modest breasts bouncing and wobbling in the open air, squishing in Wirenoose's strong hands when he'd squeeze and pull at her teats. But then it was over far too soon as her movements turned to spasming, uncoordinated thrashes, wailing through her nose as her hips bucked, squealing through locked teeth as her sodden cunt spurted and spattered her sloppy, excessive juices around that giant veiny sausage, feeling a flood of hot, sticky spunk fill her belly.

She panted and wheezed, her jaw sore as she kept her teeth clenched. Eyes slowly pulling back into focus, or as best they could with her glasses hanging from only one large, outturned ear.

Wirenoose was chuckling as he panted. "Oh... Oh, doll, youse a keepah. I'm puttin' ya on my trophy wall..." He fumbled in his pocket, pressed something cold and metal against the base of her skull, right where her spine fit in. There was a hiss and a snap, and the afterglow managed to blunt most of the intense pain as two sharp spikes stabbed up into her flesh. Again, lower on her neck, he stapled something to her spine just below where the guillotine held her neck in its lethal grip.

She whimpered softly as the pain started to ruin the fading of her orgasm, but then Wirenoose's hands grabbed her thighs again, pulling back to yank his cock from her cunt, and force it roughly into her tight little ass.

She shrieked in glee, at the sensation of the violent invasion. It wasn't unexpected, she'd spent time preparing herself. Hell, she'd shot so much lube up there herself before the party she could've been a garage. But it was the swift, uncaring use of her anus that made her shriek and squeal and kick her legs in the open air.

Finally, just grabbed and fucked and used like the disposable meat that had been all around her, treated the way she wanted to be treated, just a fuckable hole.

She kept her jaw locked until she felt that last throb, that twitch from her boss' body, then she opened her mouth wide and screamed with joy when his cum started flooding deep in her bowels.

Her world was pink with another violent orgasm when the blade slammed down, a searing-hot sting that slowly worked from left to right as the angled blade slowly, slowly crept through her flesh. She was already weightless, starting to tumble as she flew away from her body, when the carriage hit the stops with a long, drawn-out BONNNNNNNGGGG like a giant church bell.

Suddenly, life sped up again, and her ears were ringing and she felt dizzy as she flipped over and over, lightly tapping her head on the table as her head bounced and rolled loose. She ended up on her ear, tilted back a bit as Wirenoose hoisted her body up and back, showing off her headless corpse, the twin streams of blood jetting high into the air, tits bouncing and legs bucking. She could almost feel herself, feel his grasp kneading her blood-drenched tit, feel his fancy suit against her back, the buttons, the fabric, feel his throbbing cock pouring so much cum up inside her.

And then everything faded into a beautiful pink-tinged white.


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Gertie slowly blinked awake. There was a whine, a slightly different whine that she could feel, different from the loud screaming ringing in her ears. The second whine stayed while the ringing faded away, blinked more to feel her face move than to see through the gummy gray glow.

She felt... weird. She could feel she was standing upright, but most of her weight wasn't on her feet.

She couldn't move her neck, it was locked in place. A recently familiar sensation, but that wasn't all of it.

The blur of her vision slowly cleared while the scream in her ears quieted. But not that mechanical whine, that she could still feel thrumming in her neck, in her head.

Her eyes cleared to... well, to another blur. Her glasses were missing. Typical.

She tried to reach out, but her arm was all floppy and limp at first, like that time she slept on it wrong and it took extra long to wake up. She noticed a rustling mass was covering her hand, but she couldn't turn her head to look. Not that it would do much good, not without...

"Oh good, she's waking up, girls. Give her a minute."

Wirenoose's voice, muffled and underwater at first, but clearing enough at the end. She tried to ask what was happening but her mouth and throat were all dry and funny. She tried to take a step, but something was-

And then Gertie's body suddenly woke up. And she could feel everything clearly again.

Oh, and that's why she can't move her hips. The giant knobbly rubber things crammed up her ass and cunt aren't yielding at all as she squirmed.

And it's... very much not unpleasant. Another attempt to move just devolved into lewdly rolling her hips and feeling her tongue droop lewdly from her mouth. Trying to grope herself, she felt her hands covered in the big pompons from her halloween costume, the silky strips tickling her upper thighs and bare cunt stretched over the knobby dildo, rustling and stroking silky strips across...

Holy shit her tits were huge now.

Also it was weird how she could feel herself hanging from her neck, but... it wasn't... unpleasant.

She heard Wirenoose chuckle, saw his big hands come out of the blur. Two growing squares of clarity rushing up to her face as he slid her glasses into place.

"Well good morning, my pretty new trophy. Here, let me help you down and I'm sure you'll understand."

With a clunk and a loud squelch, the two fat, knobbly toys yanked from her cunt and ass, leaving her feeling weak and hollow, dangling entirely from her neck. Strange, she just felt a tightness through her lower neck and spine, that abruptly ended where-

Oh.

She stiffened a little in Wirenoose' grasp, but didn't fight when he eased her weight back onto her legs. She was a little wobbly as he reached up to her neck, and felt a soft click. She leaned against him for support as she took a shaky step, and then another.

... She was moving, but... not moving. She saw Wirenoose in his velvet dressing gown walking away, she could feel her feet in her tall-heeled sneakers taking one step and another, so why wasn't she moving?

Wirenoose held her by one pompon-covered hand, and stepped to the side, holding her at arm's length.

Her body was a few feet ahead of her. Tall and lanky and just a bit curvy, the bare skin pale and pasty but covered in lots of dark brown freckles. Still dressed in the skanky mostly black, some red, and gold-trimmed cheerleader outfit, with the flippy short skirt that bared her cunt and whole ass and the long-sleeved, high-collared shrug that left her little breasts bare.

Except they were big volleyball-sized, spherical, gravity-defying wreckingball TITS now.

Of course, that meant nothing compared to looking at how her neck just stopped at a wide chrome band, capped with a broad, shallow dome where there should be more neck, and then a head above that.

Right in front, a small metal box had three lights in a triangle, the top two glowing green while the lower one blinked red.

Wirenoose caught her under the arms as she felt and watched her knees buckle. She flailed a little bit before she could figure out which way was which, grabbing the sleeves of his robe to try to pull herself back upright.

"Oh, you're learning quick, Gertie! Usually that takes a few days. Girls, please, the mirror."

A pair of matching maids in ruffly, indecently short-skirted, open-breasted dresses trotted in from the side. Also matching in their lack of heads and necks capped with shiny metal domes. They carried a tall mirror between them, and turned it so Gertie could see her own face.

She had been cleaned up, and an expert hand had painted her face. She noticed a bit more bulk to lips under the red paint. She tipped her head side to side, still with the ridiculous big copper pigtails.

Her neck ended in a matching chrome band, with another box with three lights, this with the red light up top.

She was set on a small dark wood shelf attached to a large dark wood hunting trophy plaque. It was huge, with a tufted red velvet cushion on the backplate below her headshelf. There was a socket and a clamp on the bottom of the shelf, probably where her neck locked in, and- Oh, those were very big and very wet plugs that had locked her hips in place.

"Now, don't worry too much, my dear. You're not my first trophy, after all."

The maids angled the mirror side to side, showing matching plaques with pretty young heads crowned with maid's headdresses. Each body curtsied in turn as the head bowed slightly on its shelf.

"I couldn't let a fun little toy like you go to waste, and you've already turned enough profit that your research services aren't needed anymore. So I used a little trick my third wife came up with."

An elegant asian woman with floor-length straight black hair strolled over, her red silk robes open wide to show her nude, powder-white skin. Tall red heels clicked as curiously strong hands collected Gertie's body, guiding her back to her trophy stand. Gertie fumbled a bit as Third Wife turned her body around backwards, she felt the hiss and the click as her neck was locked into the trophy socket again. She heard it off to either side as the maids stowed themselves away. Then with another click, Third Wife lifted Gertie's head up, carrying it away loosely to stroll back over to where Wirenoose was sitting.

Her head was turned back to watch as the maids did... something, and with a clunk the bracket holding the two plugs pushed up for all three plaques. Gertie wanted to yelp as the knobby toys roughly violated her ass and cunt, but all she could manage was to make faces as her arms and legs flailed.

The two maids drew in shaky breaths, then let out soft, fluttery moans of pleasure, before going still again. "It will take some practice before you will regain speech yourself, Cheerleader," said Third Wife, her voice smooth and calm, a faint japanese accent under high-class british trained pronunciation. Then she giggled softly as Wirenoose put his wide hand on Third Wife's head.

"For the moment," he said, touching somewhere on his wife's collar, releasing her head from her neck with a click. He turned it over, brushing the bare raw meat gently, between the rows of neatly arranged wires and tubes fitted into all the complex bits of flesh. Gertie saw Wife's eyes flutter, a strong blush growing on her cheeks and face, a hand going to where her mouth had been a few moments ago as her mouth twisted in a lurid little smile. "For the moment," he tried again, holding Third Wife's head up, while her elegant hand eased open his robes and gently raised his swelling erection. "... I think you two should get acquainted. Maybe give my pretty wife a kiss, hmmm?"

Slowly Wirenoose pushed Third Wife's head down, his thick erection squelching up into her neck. Gertie felt Wife's hand carrying her head wobble as her elegant face curled into a lewd smirk, then opened her painted lips in a wide O as his cock forced her tongue to loll lewdly, just before his penis shoved past her lips, inches and inches of meat.

Gertie licked her lips hungrily and opened as wide as she could, tongue already out and flicking across the head of Wirenoose's cock, Third Wife's hands pushing to feed his shaft down past the back of her throat until cold lips pressed to cold lips, tongues twisting together around the fat sausage.

So she wouldn't be Gertrude Gravelton any more. Lewdly twisting her tongue around in Third Wife's mouth, indecently fellating the massive cock impaling both their throats, Cheerleader Trophy decided she was fine with that.