His hand closed around my neck, crushing it as he lifted me effortlessly from the bed.

I started choking as he held me in the air, so I grabbed his hands desperately, trying to lessen the pressure in my throat, but he only pressed harder. Then the spit slid out of my ass, falling between his feet with a loud thud. He looked at it in confusion for a few seconds before he broke out laughing.

Without a word, he dropped me on the bed once more, turning me around and twisting my arms behind me. I screamed in pain as I heard my shoulders popping from the effort, but he didn't seem to notice. A second later I heard a quick zipping sound and something hard and sharp closed around my wrists. When I pulled from it, I only managed to cut my skin.

Then he grabbed me again, carrying me onto his shoulder as he left the room. The last thing I saw was Megan, struggling on the floor as the second man ripped the strapon from her pussy.

When we got to the living room, he dropped me carelessly on the floor and I bumped my head against the tiles.

“Kneel and stay still, if you know what is good for you.” he said a second later.

In my panic, I scrambled to my knees, struggling to keep my balance with my arms tied behind me. The other one dragged Megan into the room a moment later, dropping her onto the floor next to me. I winced in sympathy when I saw her head hitting the tiles. She stood still for a few seconds, but she was groaning from the pain, which meant she was still conscious.

“Megan, are you okay?” I whispered a moment later. “You have to get up… please…”

I saw her moving on the floor, but her hands were zip tied behind her back, just like mine.

“Come on, Megan…” I pleaded.

Finally, she managed to kneel on the floor, thought she looked dazed from the pain.

“It hurts…” she managed to say, before they told us to be quiet.

Then the two men towered silently above us, and I felt my body trembling in panic as I realized that no one knew we were there.

“I thought the place was supposed to be empty, man… What the fuck are they doing here?” one of them asked.

“How the fuck should I know. Harris said it would…” the other answered, sounding more annoyed than angry.

My blood froze inside my chest as I heard the name, but it couldn't be true. Next to me, Megan raised her head, looking into his eyes.

“Daddy?” she said a moment later, her voice full of fear.

“Ohhhh, shit…” the first one said, grabbing his head.

The second looked at us, and then at his partner, shaking his head as they realized what it meant. A moment later he turned around, grabbing his phone as he went towards one of the windows.

“Keep an eye on them.” he told his partner.

I saw him dialing, and then he waited for someone to answer.

“Hey, we have a problem here.” he finally said. “We found your daughter and a friend, fucking each other in the main bedroom…”

In front of us, the second men was watching us with a hungry smile on his face. I wanted to cover myself, but I was too scared to move. Next to me, Megan was sobbing weakly.

“What do you mean, what problem? What the fuck do we do with them!” I heard him saying to the phone. “Yeah… okay, we can do that. Of course… If you are sure that’s okay. Thank you Mr. Harris, I will let you know when it's done.”

With that he closed the phone and then walked back to us, smiling wildly. A moment later he crouched in front of me, and then he took of his mask. I stared back in shock as he folded it neatly before he slipped it into his pocket.

He must have been in his early thirties, with short brown hair and green eyes. At any other time I would have thought he was attractive, but now he just terrified me.

“Please… what are you going to do with us?” I finally asked.

“Well, the problem for you is that you didn't ask your daddy for permission to come here, didn't you?” he asked us. “No, I figured you didn't. And that means that this is technically breaking and entering, which in turn means you are fucked…”

I started hyperventilating as I realized what that meant, but before I could do anything I heard Megan moving next to me.

“But… this is my dad’s cabin, he wouldn't…” she managed before he interrupted her.

“Who do you think I was talking to? He said you are ours, so I guess you are meat now, girls. Congratulations!”

“Noooooo! Please! You can't, we are too young!” I pleaded desperately as Megan started sobbing again.

“That might be true, but you broke the law, and you already know that means you lose your protection. And since her father is the owner, you are his to dispose off in any way he sees fit.” he said, rising from the floor as he looked at his partner as he took his mask off.

He was older than the first, maybe in his late forties, and his hair was completely grey. He had a long scar, running on his brow from side to side, and his eyes were dark brown color.

“Please… I don’t want to become meat...“ I begged weakly, but they just laughed.

“Beg all you want, I like it, but it won't make any difference.” the older of the two said laughing.

“And don’t act all innocent. When we found you, you were playing with a blunt spit inside your ass and your friend here was fucking you while you choked the shit out of her. It's not as if you don't want this to happen.” the other side a second later. “Come on, let's take them downstairs.”

Paralyzed with fear, they picked us up again and they carried us outside. It was raining softly, and as the freezing water landed on my skin I started shivering. They took us around the house, towards the basement door that was leaning against the wall.

The man set me on the ground, and then he opened the door. The inside was completely dark, but he pushed me forwards anyway, and I managed to make it all the way to the bottom without falling. I could hear him searching for the light switch behind me, and a second later he managed to turn them on.

It was a relatively big, but cramped space. One side was filled with old, dusty stuff. I could see a couple of ancient bikes, a broken kayak, an old Christmas tree that was grey from all the dust and many boxes, piled as high as the ceiling. But the other half was just an open space.

The first thing I saw was the noose, hanging neatly from one of the rafters, right in the center of the room. As I watched it, my mouth felt dry and pasty, and I morbidly wondered how many girl had gone under it. Next to it, leaning against the wall, there was a modern style guillotine, made completely out of steel. The blade, hanging above the lunette, looked impossibly huge, and for a moment I imagined myself laying under it.

But then I finally saw it, just in the corner. There was an old and battered wooden sawhorse and a shiny metal pole, a little over 6 feet long and an inch in diameter. The tip looked impossibly sharp, even from the distance, and as I watched my legs started trembling.

“Please, just let me talk to my dad, he will understand…” I heard Megan pleading next to me, as the second man carried her downstairs.

A moment later I heard the door closing behind us with a loud crash, and Megan screamed in surprise, though I hardly noticed it. I couldn't look away from the spit, and I as I licked my lips nervously, I remembered the story Megan had told me about her sister.

“Wow, look at that guillotine. Looks brand new!” the oldest one said excitedly. “Hey, do you know if your dad ever used it before?”

Megan looked at him blankly before she shook her head.

“What a shame, this things are expensive…” he said, sounding disappointed. “Which one do you want to do first?”

It must have been just a couple of seconds, but for me it seemed to last forever. I pleaded silently not to be the first while my eyes darted towards the spit. It was just leaning against the wall, but the sight of it was terrifying, and I felt my stomach twisting inside me when I realized that I was about to die.

“Harris said that we had to do the daughter first. He wanted to see her hanging, so we have to film it.” the other one said, grabbing me by one arm.

“Nooooo! Please! I will do anything you want, please! I don't want to die!” Megan started pleading as he dragged her toward the noose. “Jessie! Help me!”

The oldest one stood next to me, watching me as I trembled in fear. Tears fell down my face as I watched her. Megan kept pleading for help, but what could I do? Even if I had my hands free, we would be hopeless against the two of them.

When I looked up at him I saw him smiling. Then he started undressing as I watched in silence. After taking of his underwear, he slipped his boots on once more, and then he stood beside me, grabbing one of my arms.

His cock was already hard, and when he caught me looking at it, he started ginning.

“All in time, don't you worry.” he said. “You are not going to try anything stupid, are you?”

Afraid my voice would crack, I shook my head, my eyes still glued to his cock.

“That's good, I don't feel like running today.” he said as he looked towards Megan.

His partner had just finished slipping the noose around her neck, closing it tightly and moving it to one side, so that the rope was just behind her left ear. That way she would stay alive for longer, as her brain would still get blood.

After it was done, he went to the wall and he pulled from the other end of the rope, until Megan was forced to stand on the tip of her toes. I saw her face, twisting in concentration as she struggled to keep her balance.

She was sobbing harder now, her eyes closed as tears fell does her face.

Then he took out his phone again, propping it against a small shelf so that he could film her. I could feel my heart, beating furiously inside my chest as the checked it one more time.

Once that he was satisfied, he quickly undressed, folding his clothes neatly as he had done with his mask. I watched in horror as he started playing with his cock in front of her, though with her eyes closed Megan couldn't see him.

“Mmmmm, something is missing.” he said as he looked around.

Next to me, his partner chuckled patiently while he looked around the shelves, rummaging in an old box as he pulled random stuff from it. Finally, he turned around with a satisfied look, as he held something in his hand.

It was a long steel spike, like the ones used to grill meat. He held it in his hand, trying the tip with his fingers before he smiled towards me.

“I think I will have some tit brochette tonight!” he said laughing as he walked towards Megan.

She seemed to realize something was about to happen, as I saw her opening her eyes. Her face froze in panic when she saw his hands, and she tried to take a step back before she remember the noose. I saw her gagging as the rope dug deeply into her throat, forcing her to stay still.

“Please… Nooooo...” she begged once more, but he only laughed.

Standing in front of her, he grabbed her breasts, fondling them roughly as she tried to stay still. She started grunting in agony as he pulled her nipples.

Then he showed her the spike, and her eyes widen in terror. Grabbing her right breast, he pulled from her nipple until it turned white, and then he pressed the tip of the spike into her flesh. Her skin dimpled grotesquely as he pushed harder, and then without warning it jumped forward, piercing her breast.

She gasped in shock as a little drop of blood fell down her breast, but it was just the beginning. He kept pushing hard, until the tip reached the other side, and then it finally broke free. I could see her clenching her jaw as she tried not to scream.

Without giving her time to recover, he grabbed her left nipple and he repeated the process, until both her breast were skewered by the spike. Blood was slowly trickling along her chest, and a moment later the basement filled with the metallic smell of it.

I turned away, suddenly unable to watch as he started jerking off again while he pulled from the spike. Megan screams filled the basement, making me shiver, but the one next to me grabbed my face in one hand, forcing me to watch.

“You can't miss the show… come on.” he said cheerfully as his partner tortured my best friend.

A minute later, Megan breasts looked swollen and red, and he finally stopped. Before she could realize what he meant, he kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth. I hear her moaning weakly, unable to resist, and once it was over she looked at him in shock.

“Time to dance, little girl.” he told her as he walked towards the wall.

As Megan watched in horror, he grabbed the rope once more, pulling from it until her feet were a foot above the floor. She started kicking wildly, trying desperately to reach it once more, but it was impossible.

The rope crushed her throat, pushing her tongue up and out of her mouth, and drool started falling down her chin and onto her breasts. Her eyes, filled with horror, locked onto mine as she pleaded silently for help, but there was nothing I could do for her.

After tying the rope once more, the man returned to her. He grabbed her hips, lifting her onto his cock. It slipped easily inside her pussy, making her moan. I watched in awe as he started fucking her while she hung.

With every thrust of his cock her body jumped up in the air, allowing her to breathe, even if it was for just a second, but when she came down the rope would pull a little tighter than before. From where I stood I could hear her gagging as her face slowly turned blue.

She looked just how she had when I had choked her with the belt, just a few minutes ago, and for a moment I wondered what she felt as her fantasy became real. I remembered how I felt with the training spit inside me, how aroused I had been, even if it had only been two feet long.

Unable to move, I stood still as I watched him fucking her, and just behind them, the spit gleamed in the darkness.

I jumped a moment later, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to one side, terrified at what I knew was coming, but unable to do anything to stop it. But he had other plans, at least for now. He turned me around, until I was in front of him, and then he pushed me down, forcing me onto my knees.

His cock ended just in front of my face, looking impossibly big. I liked my lips nervously as I looked into his eyes, but I knew what he wanted.

Closing my eyes, I opened up my mouth and I swallowed his cock. It was the biggest one I ever had, and I could only get half of it inside me before I started gagging. To one side I could still hear Megan struggling, her breathing becoming slower and harder as he grunted in pleasure.

Slowly at first, I started sucking his cock, trying to move as fast as I could without choking myself, but with my hands behind my body, it was hard to keep my balance. I could feel my mouth, getting wetter as the musky taste of his cock filled me.

A moment later I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me slowly as he moaned. But after a while he started pushing harder, trying to force his cock inside my throat. I started gagging as a sour taste filled my mouth, but he just kept going.

“Fuck man, I love how tight their cunts get while they hang!” I heard the other saying.

A loud meaty sound filled the basement, making me jump, and the cock inside my mouth kept going deeper and deeper. I started retching, trying desperately to relax so that it would pass into my throat, but it was impossible.

Without warning her grabbed my head with both hands, holding me in place as he pulled me towards his cock. I felt the tip pushing against the back of my throat as he grunted above me. Panicking, I tried to move away from him, but his grip was too strong.

Desperate for anything that would stop the pain, I twisted my hand under my body, touching myself as he fucked my mouth. My body responded instantly, and I felt my juices dripping down my legs.

Meanwhile, he kept pulling, harder and harder as I gagged desperately, my lungs screaming in agony as I ran out of air. I moaned and gagged, hoping that he would let me breathe, but he didn't. A moment later I felt something popping inside my mouth, followed by a short bolt of pain, and then his cock moves quickly inside me.

“Ohhhhhh… fuck yeah…” he moaned above me as his belly pressed against my nose.

Drool overflowed my mouth until it was dripping down my breasts, making my skin itch, which only added to my agony. And then it finally became too much. My stomach twisted one more time inside me and I started puking violently. But with his cock deep within my throat, it had nowhere to go but into my tortured lungs. I felt the burning acid of my stomach flooding them, until everything became pain and my vision turned white.

When he pulled out a second later, a disgusting mixture of puke and saliva exploded from my mouth, splashing his cock and my face. I fell to the floor, coughing desperately as I tried to clear my lungs. When I managed to breathe again, a dry raspy sound escaped my lips.

“Did that make you wet?” he asked me a moment later.

I turned my face away as it turned red with humiliation, but there was no denying it.

“I am going to cut you free, but if you try anything stupid I will make you regret it, okay?” he asked me, and before I could say anything I felt a tug and my arms were free.

Rubbing my wrists, I looked up from the floor as he waited, his cock covered in my puke. Swallowing hard, I leaned towards him again, and I took his cock in one hand.

“Go on…” he said a moment later.

I looked to one side, noticing that the man fucking Megan was moving faster now, and her face was already a light purple color. Her bloodshot eyes were wide open, and she was looking at me.

Whipping my face with the back of my hand I swallowed him again, taking him as deep as I could before I stopped. I held him there, just sucking him while I touched my pussy. I was incredible wet, and as I rubbed my clit, I felt my body shuddering in pleasure.

A moment later I started fucking my own mouth with his cock, pushing it as deep as it could go. From time to time I had to stop, as I puked again, but he didn't seem to mind.

Then I heard a loud moan, and the man fucking Megan finally came, shooting his cum deep inside her. She gasped in shock, locking her legs behind him as she started shaking her hips. Her face was a deep purple color by then, and her eyes were starting to close as she run out of oxygen, but even then, it was obvious that she was trying to make herself come on his cock.

I would never know how close she was, as a moment later he pulled back and his cock slid out of her. She looked terrified again, but her pussy was dripping down her legs, forming a small puddle on the floor.

My eyes were glued on Megan as she danced under the rope. I felt equal parts aroused and repulsed, and my body felt hot an feverish. Desperate to cum, I released his cock, and I pushed my hand inside my pussy, stopping only when the pain became too strong. In front of me, he started moving his hips in a circle, pushing his cock even deeper than before, and soon I felt him cumming.

His cock twitched over my tongue and my mouth filled with his seed, mixing with my puke and saliva. I swallowed desperately, gagging on the disgusting mixture. I felt my stomach revolting once more, and without warning I puked again.

Puke and cum shot through my mouth and my nose, burning my throat once more, and but I could feel my orgasm just in front of me. If only I had another minute, I thought.

But he pulled his cock out of my mouth a moment later, and his look froze me in place.

I took my hands from my pussy, almost screaming in frustration as I felt my orgasm slipping away. Then I finally noticed the silence. Megan was still shaking, but her movements were weak and slow. Her body swung under the rope, and her face looked a deep purple.

“Megan…” I gasped a second later as I realized that it was the end.

I heard her gurgling a couple of times, and her body spasmed one more time before she was finally still.

“Is she… dead?” I whispered a moment later, as tears feel down my face.

“Almost, it will take a few more minutes for her heart to finally stop.” I heard one of them saying.

I stood perfectly still, kneeling in a pool of my own vomit as she finally died. Her eyes remained open, thought they looked glassy and lifeless, and her skin looked paler than usual.

Suddenly I felt sick, and the stench of my own vomit didn't help. I started swaying on my knees as the two men ignored me, talking among themselves. She was finally dead… and now it would be my turn. I started hyperventilating as my heart beat furiously inside me, until I could feel it inside my head.

When I looked at her once more, I saw myself in her place. I felt cold and alone, and suddenly every fantasy I had about dying came rushing into my mind. I remembered feeling aroused as I fantasizes about being spited alive, the cold unyielding steel piercing my body. How many times had I cum imagining that? Would it be like that? Or would the pain overwhelm me?

I looked at Megan’s face, wishing I could ask her how it felt. I knew she had been close to an orgasm, but had she managed to reach it, or had the pain been too much for her?

A moment later I noticed that one of the man was standing in front of me. I managed to look up into his eyes as I sobbed weakly.

“Come, it's your turn.” he said as he held his hand for me.

Suddenly I wanted to run away, to fight them. I didn't want to die, but deep within me I knew I had no chance.

I managed to get up from the floor, wiping my hands on my ass as I looked at Megan. Was that how I would look, too?

I took his hand, and then we walked together towards the other end of the basement. The spit and the sawhorse were just in front of me, but when we stopped, I saw his partner, dragging the guillotine towards us. I felt my skin crawling with fear as I realized what it meant.

“I thought… I… that you were going to…” I stammered, unable to say the word.

He looked at me in confusion for a minute, until it finally dawned on him.

“What? That I was going to impale you?” he finally asked me pointing at the spit.

I looked away shyly, but I nodded once.

“No, I have done a few girls like that before, it's kind of boring for me. But I have never used one of those.” he said, looking towards the guillotine.

I felt somehow cheated that I wouldn't even get to live my fantasy, but of course there was nothing I could do about it. I watched the guillotine once more, suddenly terrified. It was supposed to be quick and almost painless, but the idea was far from comforting.

“I don't want to become… meat…” I managed to say, my voice cracking at the end.

The one holding my hand turned towards me, looking into my eyes.

“I saw you two playing. How she used the blunt spit inside you, and how you friend came while you choked her. Come on, don't lie to me, I know you enjoyed it.” he said a moment later.

My face turned red with humiliation, but despite that, I held my eyes on him. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, but I couldn't. Instead I waited in silence as he watched me.

“I know that you have fantasized about it, of becoming meat. Don't bother to deny it.” he said. “Now, we can do this by force, or you can help us, which in the end will make it easier on you.”

The basement was completely silent as he waited for my answer. But I couldn't speak. How could I? I started sobbing again as I watched the guillotine, only a few feet away from me.

“You have to decided now...” he said a moment later.

I finally surrendered, hanging my head in shame. I saw him smiling warmly as he moved to one side, his hand pointing at the guillotine.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I started moving towards it, dragging my feet on the floor as my mind remembered everything we had learned about them at school. The bascule was a short metal platform, only a few feet long, with the lunette fixed at one end. For a brief moment I looked up towards the blade, hanging above it, but I had to look away when I started to panic.

As long as I didn't think about it, I could keep going.

He hold me to turn around, and I sat down, wincing as the cold steel touched my ass. To one side I could see his partner, his phone in one hand as he filmed me, adding to my humiliation.

“Watch your head.” he told me as he grabbed my hair in his hand.

With his help, I laid down and then I moved my body up, passing my head thought the lunette while he moved my hair out of the way. Once in place, I had to keep my eyes closed, as the blade was hanging above me.

“Move a little higher.” he told me a second later. “That's it.”

I felt the edge of the bascule digging uncomfortably into my ass, and with nowhere to put my legs they hung at either side of the machine. A moment later he took my hands and he tied them together in front of me before running a leather belt over my chest, cinching it tightly.

Finally, he pulled the lunette down, and I heard it click as it locked in place. It was a tight fit around my neck, and I could feel the edge pressing into my throat when I swallowed.

My heart was beating furiously inside my chest my breathing was fast and erratic. Unable to resist any longer, I opened my eyes, watching the blade as it hung over my neck. In my panic I tried to pull away, but the lunette held me in place.

Then without warning, I felt his hands moving between my legs and I gasped in shock.

“Nooooo!” I pleaded weakly, but he didn't listen.

A moment later I felt his cock slipping inside my already wet pussy, and he started fucking me. He went slowly at first, grabbing my breasts in his hands as he played with them, but soon he picked up his pace, going faster and faster.

I started moaning as my body responded, and I felt my pussy dripping with arousal. He became rougher too, pulling my nipples and pushing his cock inside me with violence.

He stopped only for a moment, folding my legs over my chest, and giving himself better access to my sex. When he resumed his work, I could feel his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust.

Despite knowing that the blade could fall at any moment, or maybe because of it, I felt incredibly aroused, and in my desperation to cum one last time, I started playing with myself, desperately rubbing my clit.

He was fucking me so hard now that the whole machine was moving on the floor, and the blade above shook ominously. Then I looked up and I saw the other one, walking towards me as he played with his cock. He was still filming me, and as he saw me watching him, he started grinning.

“Smile for the camera!” he said.

Standing in front of me, he slapped my face hard, leaving me stunned. Before I could recover, he pulled my hair, forcing my head back and he pushed his cock inside my mouth.

I gagged almost instantly, as the position was incredible uncomfortable, but he didn't care.

“Blow me.” He ordered me and without hesitation I obeyed him.

I started sucking his cock, running my tongue over the head as he started moving his hips. I could still taste Megan’s pussy on him, and the idea was strangely erotic. Soon he was fucking my mouth as rough as his partner before him, the tip of his cock bumping against my throat.

Pain and pleasure mixed inside in my mind, until I couldn't tell them apart and everything seemed to disappear. There was only me, the two cocks inside me, and the blade, threatening to end my life at any moment.

I heard myself moaning and the two chuckled, but I didn't care. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer, until I could almost touch it.

Then the one in my mouth grabbed the machine, and using it as support, he rammed his cock inside my throat. I started retching almost instantly, my body convulsing in agony as his cock forced my neck against the lunette.

A second later I felt him cumming down my throat, his cock twitching wildly as jet after jet of hot sticky cum splashed inside me. When it was over, I felt him pulling out just as fast as before, and I puked. A brown liquid shot from my mouth, mixed with his cum. It ran over my face and into my nose, burning it as I tried to breathe.

Desperate for air, I started coughing as he laughed, crouching in front of me while he filmed me in my misery.

The pain made me lose my concentration, and my orgasm seemed to slip away. I looked up again, watching the blade in horror as I wondered when it would fall.

I started rubbing my clit even harder, desperate to cum before they killed me, but I was terrified that I wouldn't make it.

“Harder… please… fuck me harder…” I begged the one still inside my pussy.

I heard him laughing and a moment later he pulled out, only to push his cock hard and fast inside my asshole. He started moving it in and out a seconds later, fucking me savagely.

A wail of agony escape my mouth as I felt my asshole stretching to accommodate his cock. I was far too dry for anal sex, but he didn't seem to care. I closed my eyes, pushing a couple of fingers inside my pussy as I tried to concentrate.

I imagined his cock moving deeper inside me, just like a spit would, and I shuddered in pleasure once more. My orgasm was just out of my reach, and I told myself that if only I had another minute, I was sure I could cum. But the blade hung above my neck, and I knew there would be no warning before it fell.

A moment later I saw his hand, moving towards the trigger.

“Nooooo! Please! Not yet!” I screamed in panic.

I felt his cock going faster and faster as he grabbed my breasts again, pulling from them so hard I felt they would rip. I pushed another finger inside me and I held my breath as tears ran down my face, hoping it would be enough.

A moment later I heard his breathing becoming faster, and I knew he was close. My lungs were screaming for air by then, but I kept holding my breath as my body seemed to burn from the inside, and a second later I finally managed to cum. Every muscle in my body seemed to pull and contract at the same time, trying to tear me apart and I gasped in shock as a wave of pleasure flooded my mind.

Everything around me seemed to disappear in a flash of white, and I felt disoriented and lightheaded as I screamed wildly. Nothing else mattered but my orgasm, and to me it seemed it would last forever.

Then my senses slowly returned to me, one by one. I could smell my own vomit in the air and feel his hands over my body. He was grunting desperately too, as his tried to reach his own orgasm, and his cock tugged from my asshole as it clenched tightly around it. One last wave of pleasure rocked my body, and I was finally able to breathe again.

A strong feeling of euphoria filled my body as my orgasm slowly faded away, something that I hadn't experience before.

A moment later I heard a noise above me, and I managed to open my eyes, just in time to see the blade falling toward me. I didn't even have time to scream before I felt it slicing through my neck, cutting my head off effortlessly.

I was surprised at how little pain I felt, thought soon I felt a slow burning sensation along my neck that seemed to get stronger with every second.

Then the room started spinning as my severed head fell towards the floor. I felt a teeth rattling bump as I bounced once, and then I came to a stop facing up into the ceiling. My mouth, still open, filled with blood and I realized that I couldn't close it.

Then I saw him still filming me as he crouched next to me. He picked me up by my hair with one hand, holding his phone in front of my face. The sensation of moving was incredibly disorienting, and I felt a wave of nausea washing over me as he got up.

There was no pain, but I felt weak as he carried me. When we stopped, he turned me around and I saw my body, laying on the guillotine as blood sprouted from my neck. There was a red pool on the floor, expand slowly. The man was still fucking my ass, his face twisted in pleasure as he finally came inside my asshole.

As blood drained from my head, the scene in front of me seemed to slowly fade away and sounds became distant and faint. I blinked a few times, trying to remain awake, but it I felt so tired that I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

A moment later the man groaned one last time and I saw him pulling his cock, covered in blood, out of my asshole. With a smile on his face he rolled my body off the bascule, letting it fall awkwardly to the floor. It landed face down, with my legs slightly apart and my arms under my chest. Then I was moving once more.

“Sweet dreams…” I heard the man holding me whispering in my ears.

Then he placed my head gently on the floor, between my open legs, and the last thing I saw as the world finally faded away, was his cum, dripping out of my gaping asshole.