Chapter 18: Construction (FF oral bd cons rom)

Sonja threw the next page of the endless math homework on a stack next to her bed. Neat lines of calculus filled page after page, but her eyes were already blurring with exhaustion and she couldn't continue. Slapping the book shut, she tossed the paper brick on her homework, enjoying the satisfying slam at it hit the table.

Reaching off her bed, she plunged one hand into her book bag and looked around the empty room. Meris was missing, as she had been for a few weeks now, and it left a void in her heart as she sighed unhappily. Her fingers, swirling around the mostly empty sack, brushed up against a library book, the dust almost solid as she grabbed it.

Pulling it out, she peered at the cover, the white letters barely visible. Ignoring it, she opened it to the first page. Inside was the picture that caught her attention, a massive set of gallows set up outside of a Texas town hall, three ropes dangling as a black-and-white executioner fiddled with a fourth. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned the page, ignoring the type and text for the images. Her fingers trembled on the edges of the paper as she worked her way through the book.

Near the middle, she found another image of the gallows, this time there was two women hanging from them, their white billowy outfits almost dancing in the still image. The starkness of the image, the hollow eyes and pale skin, it sent a cold shiver down her spine. Sonja let loose with a shuddering breath as she turned the page. Her eyes barely focused on the words, the letters swimming across her vision as she found picture after picture of people being hung. Then, in the very back, she found one of the most detailed pictures of a set of gallows.

The power in that still image froze her and she felt another cold shiver drip down her spine. Her hands trembled violently as she focused on the page, almost imaging her standing on it, her bare feet against the rough wood. The emotions that rose up in her were familiar, too familiar from night after night of sexual mortality.

Realizing her thoughts, she slammed the book shut. Still shaking, she reached out to drop it on the floor, but a cool breeze rose up from around the room, swirling around her in supernatural threats. She tightened her lips and focused on her fingers, willing herself to ignore the cold and drop the book. Her fingers shook, the book almost flapping, as she bore her will.

Slowly, her fingers cracked open. The book dangled from her fingertips and the breeze became a wind, kicking up papers and throwing them into the air. Sonja whimpered, shivering as the temperature dropped at least ten degrees in a matter of seconds.

Finally, her fingers opened enough and the book tumbled to the ground. The window rose up into a howl, snapping through her t-shirt as if it wasn’t there, scouring her skin as it tore off pictures and yanked clothes out of her closet.

Sonja cried out, suddenly fearful and got ready to bolt for the door. The window rose up to a fevered pitch, then collapsed in the center of the room, the dust of the room outlining it as it swarmed over the book. As she watched, the wind continued to focus on the book and the pages opened up, fluttering aside as the wind picked out a page, the last image she saw. It rose to a higher pitch as it curled underneath the book, lifting it up into the air.

She could only watch as the book rocked up into the air on unsteady spectral hands. It rose up into the air, barely rising above the edge of the bed, and drifted to her, the wind beating down her blankets before dropping the book back into her hands.

Sonja whimpered, staring down at the book. “Why are you doing this to me?”

The book sagged in her lap as a response, the wind dying with a final wheeze. Sonja felt the tears on her cheeks as she looked up into the room, unable to focus her growing fear and frustration. “Please stop this! Please stop all of this.”

No answer.

She started to close the book, but a threatening breeze rose up, tickling her spine. It felt like it was inside her shirt, swirling around her breasts and stomach and hips, teasing her nipples into hardness even as it threatened her.

Sonja stopped closing the book and looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Why?”

“Please stop!”

No answer came, but she could no longer close the book. Sniffing, she pushed herself to the edge of the bed and stood up. Her t-shirt dropped over her hips, covering her panties which was the only other thing she wore. The sage green of the shirt rippled with unseen breezes as she stood there. When a faint breeze tickled her side, she stepped away from it, toward the door.

The spectral breeze kicked up again, guiding her out of her room. She hooked one finger on the page the cold refused to let her close and stepped outside. The concrete floor felt icy against her feet as the breeze pushed her a few more times, then stopped as she entered the workshop across from her bedroom. The massive guillotine remained in the room, the towering wood looked warmer than she felt.

Feeling the breeze died down, Sonja stood there for a moment, waiting to be forced into something. Nothing pushed or poked her. She panted for a moment, then set down the book, cracking it open to the last page. The book opened easily, settling down on the polished wooden bench of the guillotine as if it was made for it.

“You... you want me to build this?”

No answer came. Sonja looked around the workshop, already building it in her mind as she picked up the oak planks in the corner, the nails in the cabinet, and even a heavy coil of rope underneath the bench. The image of the gallows burned in her mind, an imposing presence that ordered to be built. Her hands could already feel the feeling of the wood underneath her feet, the same smooth warmth of the guillotine against her naked body. It would be perfect, just as the first, but this time, she knew what she was building.

Stroking one hand against the sensual surface of her guillotine, she smiled to herself. Deep inside, she felt the flutter of sexual excitement of her dreams coming true.

“Then I will build it... Master Cold.”

Many hours later, Sonja stepped back from the beginnings of her project. The wood frame was already built, a massive structure of wood and nails reaching clear up to the twelve-foot ceiling. The platform was large enough for four to stand on and it filled the entire back of the workshop. The heavy four-by-fours reached high up into the air, just inches from the ceiling, and stretched across the entire length. Each step was heavy and solid, the entire gallows didn’t even shake as she pounded in a few last nails into the top step. Smiling to herself, she let her bare feet caress the top surface, walking from end to end as she felt the heat between her legs almost flare.

Slowly, she sank down to her knees, moaning as the hammer clattered to the surface. The solid weight beneath her was almost as she pictured it, the product of her hands and mind working. The terror from the cold and wind had long since passed while she knelt on her gallows, caressing the spot she will cut out the trap door.

“It’s beautiful.”

Meris’ voice was a whisper, a call in the dark. Sonja gasped and looked up, the hope rising in her throat. Meris stood on the edge of her workshop, leaning against the door and ready to run.

Sonja felt tears in her eyes, this time of happiness, and she stood up. “Meris!”

Her feet slapped against the stairs of her gallows as Sonja threw herself at Meris, crying happily. Meris opened up her arms as they embraced, holding each other tightly.

Sonja spoke into the girl’s shoulder, unsure if she could speak without sobbing. “Oh Meris, I missed you so much.”

Meris held her tightly, crying herself. “Sonja... I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Meris, I love you so very much.”

No words were needed as they kissed, eyes closed. The intensity was almost heart-breaking as they kissed and held each other tightly. When Sonja opened her eyes, the kiss broke softly and she saw tears in Meris’ gaze just as she felt the ones in her own. They kissed again.

When they finally stopped, Sonja smiled happily.

Meris’ eyes drifted from hers into the workshop. “Is that... gallows?”

Sonja grunted happily, “Yes.”

“Why are you building it?”

She didn’t even need a cold window to keep that secret. Sonja shrugged, “I saw this picture.”

With one arm around Meris’ waist, she drew her to the guillotine and showed her the picture. Meris barely paid attention to it, her fingers reaching out to caress the smooth wood of the guillotine bench.

“Have... have you ever thought about yourself here?”

Sonja nodded and Meris turned around, pushing the book off the bench. Sonja winched, expecting a cold wind to attack, but the workshop remained silent. Slowly, a burning look in her eye, Meris sank down to the bench, sitting on it. Sonja shuddered with growing pleasure as she saw a lust in her lover’s eyes.

Meris reached up and took her hands, pulling them to her own shoulders. Sonja felt Meris push down. Sonja followed, pushing her lover down on the bench, holding her down as her mind filled the rest with her dreams. The feeling of Meris’ body, naked underneath her hands, pushing her down on the bench, hearing the same moans as she pulled her feet on, sliding her body up her head brushed against the hole in the wood. Then, with that burning lust, securing the blade and opening up the frame. Meris moaned softly as Sonja put her lover in, eyes locked together as she fitted it around her throat, seeing and feeling her body stretched out across the bench.

Both of them moaned loudly as Sonja stroked against Meris’ body, guiding each hand down to a crossbar. Hands worked automatically, pulling up short lengths of rope to tie her hands down. Then, her fingers stroking and pushing, caressing the junction of Meris’ thighs, teasing them open as she tied her lover’s ankles down to the second crossbar.

Her own body felt hot, so very hot, as she strokes her hands across Meris’ clothes body, feeling the naked skin from memory as she looked down at her lover, caught helplessly in the guillotine, head sticking out of one end as the golden blade hung high above, poised to decapitated her.

Sonja walked around the guillotine frame, to her lover’s head. Meris smiled up at her, eyes burning with lust as Sonja reached down to stroke her hair.

“I love you, Meris.”

Meris sniffed and Sonja wiped the tears away. “I love you too, Sonja. I... would do anything for you.”

Sonja knelt next to her head, pressing her breasts against Meris’ head as the girl twisted in her bounds, soft moans filling the room. One hand drifted down between her legs, finding the slick entrance to her sex and stroking it as Meris writhed in quiet pleasures on her guillotine.

Just as her finger slipped inside, Meris looked at her.

“Use me?”

“Meris?”

“Just... use me, lover.”

Sonja paused, unsure, then stood up. Stepping forward, she pressed both of her palms against the frame of the guillotine and pushed her breasts into the air between them. Her legs spread as she pressed her crotch, hot and slick, against Meris’ face. Her lover moaned and opened her mouth and she felt the hotter tongue slipping up between her lips, lapping at her clitoris. Sonja gasped loudly, fighting the urge to grind down and suffocate her, but Meris was writhing as she lapping against her pleasures.

Every jab of the tongue left tiny explosions of pleasure. Meris worked further between her legs, finding the soaked opening and teasing it open, pushing aside Sonja’s thong as she did. Sonja gripped the edge tightly, spreading her legs and lowering herself more, wanting to feel that slick oral pleasure that left her tingling. Her lips pressed against Meris’ face, but she couldn’t help herself as she rocked her hips, enjoying the feeling of her lover’s nose, tongue, and chin against her most delicate of sexualities. Meris continues to lap harder and harder, plunging her tongue deep inside her vagina and swirling it around until Sonja shook with the effort to resist the orgasm.