It couldn’t last and the crest of pleasure finally dropped inside her. Sonja screamed out, a long and primal sound as she ground her crotch down on Meris, cutting off her breath as she felt weak from the orgasm that tore through her soul, filling her with white-hot fires.

Meris’ body kicked and twisted, caught in the bounds, neck helplessly held in place below the glittering blade. Even Sonja’s shaking didn’t move the guillotine, but the sense of danger felt intense, with her breasts and her lover’s neck caught in the line of the blade.

Ecstasy burned through her veins until Sonja’s scream of pleasure faded slowly. With a shuddering movement, she slipped off her lover’s face, sliding to the ground, body caressing Meris’ hair. Meris gasped for air, but her flushed face and bright eyes were more than happy; her own excitement hung hot in the air, the delicate perfume of a lover’s passion.

Panting, Sonja kissed Meris deeply, tasting her juices on the slick lips. Meris moaned, her body writhing in an endless orgasm, her lips seeking out Sonja’s. Finally, she slumped down on the wooden bench, her mouth open slackly with spent energies.

“Oh, Meris, I missed you so very much.”

Meris stirred, “I love you, Sonja.”

They kissed slowly and longingly. After one bout, Meris whispered from her imprisonment.

“Sonja... will you go to the dance with me?”

“The dance?”

“In three days. You... you are my everything and I could not be more happier then being your lover.”

Sonja felt her heart dance with job and a smile crossed her face. “I would like nothing more.”

Meris smiled, “Thank you.”

Sonja reached up to release her, but Meris shook her head. “Before you do...”

Pausing, Sonja looked down. Meris looked up with a smile, “One more...?”

The longing in the wistful voice send another surge of passion through Sonja. Slowly, she got to her feet and looked around. Seeing Meris’ pinned body, helpless and out of sight, Sonja got an idea. Drifting to the bench, she pulled out a short length of polished wood. It was going to be a third crossbar for the guillotine, but it didn’t fit. Instead, it was smoothed off at the end, the perfect dildo.

Upon seeing it, Meris moaned and twisted in her grip. Sonja padded around, out of sight of Meris. She could hear the soft panting, the moans of pleasure as she slipped her hands around Meris shorts, working open the zipper in time with the gasps of pleasure. Her fingers found the soaked slit and worked two fingers in, finding the slick opening quickly. Her lips curled in a smile as she leaned forward to kiss Meris’ sex through the opening in the shorts. Then, she brought the smooth tip of the rod to the pink slash of her sex. At the first touch of the mirror-polished wood, Meris cried out.

“Oh, yes!”

Sonja gasped herself, feeling an inferno of lust burning inside her, as she worked the tip around and around, tracing up and down the slick opening until Meris begged for her to push it inside. Giving her lover what she wanted, she eased the thick wood past the puffy lips, finding the opening into her depths. Leaning forward, she felt the rod push into her, filling Meris as the girl moaned loudly, hands clutching to the ropes until they squeaked.

Moaning herself, Sonja started to stroke the rod in and out, delicately at first, but soon she slid it in with hard, short strokes. Her hand wrapped around the rod, preventing it from going to deep. Her fingers were soaked as they slapped up against Meris’ sex, then pulled out the thick wood. Her lover’s labia clutched to the wood and Meris whimpered softly before she rammed it back inside. As it plunged all the way in, Meris cried out wordlessly, her body twisting with pleasures as Sonja pumped in and out with the smooth wooden dildo.

Meris’ moans turned into gasps and faded into tiny squeaks as her throat betrayed her. But her body, back arching with passion, arms and legs straining against the rope, told Sonja more than enough of a story. She continued to plunge the wood in and out of the wet hole until her arm ached, her body hot and flush with the shared excitement.

The orgasm that took Meris lasted forward, every stroke just added more passions until she was bucking against the rope, her neck pressing tightly against the hole holding her helplessly. Every plunge into Meris’ body send a loud squeak of helpless pleasure through the room, every withdrawal a moan for more. And Sonja continued to ram it in and out, letting the rod stretch into Meris’ very limits and out in hard, commanding strokes.

Her arm gave out before Meris did and she slump down against her lover, riding the twists and bucking of fading orgasms until Meris finally collapsed underneath the sapping weight of the intense pleasures. The rod jumps with every pulse of pleasure, sticking out of her like a wooden spit. Sonja smiled warmly, feeling it move against their skin.

“My spitted lover.”

Meris exploded into another orgasm, squeaking and whimpering as head, blocked from Sonja’s vision by the guillotine’s frame, thrashed back and forth.

An endless time later, Sonja helped her out of the guillotine. Meris smiled, eyes bright with excitement. As soon as she was free, Meris dragged Sonja back to her bedroom, her hands pulling off her clothes as she moved. Sonja let her, feeling the afterglow of pleasure send her out on a pillow of air.

She stopped at the edge of the workshop, peering back before turning off the light. The gallows stood there, solid and impersonal. The guillotine, her lover’s guillotine, stood there. Just as her fingers caressed the light switch, the blade fell, rattling down with dreadful loudness before slamming into the wood with a deep, powerful vibration that bolted through her heart and cunt.

End of chapter