The pillory

Finally, we arrived at the hotel. I was dead tired. The staff was very friendly with Eve, and she explained and handled everything. I just sat on a lounge chair in the lobby, waiting to put my head down. I didn't want to think about the long nightmare I had or the hallucinations, the voices, or the creepy things; I just wanted to sleep for an eternity.

"Hey, stay hydrated," Eve said, and gave me a large glass with, I supposed, an isotonic drink. There still was some powder stuck to the rim of the glass. I drank it entirely and put the glass away.

Since we were going to be there a couple of weeks, I had booked a suite. After the paperwork was done, we were escorted to our suite by the concierge herself. Eve liked it a lot, but I didn't care anymore. My vision was blurred; that's how tired I was.

"Did he drink it all?" the hot-looking hotel concierge asked Eve.

"Yes, he did," Eve replied, looking at me in a weird way.

I was too tired to follow their conversation; I saw them chitchat and chuckle, but I didn't care. I quickly showered and told her I would hit the sack. I grabbed the remote and lowered all the shutters, not caring about Eve anymore or the concierge, who was still standing very close to my fiancée Eve. Eve wore a tight-fitting white blouse, accentuating her perky breasts, combined with a very short skirt.

Did she change?

I thought I saw from the corner of my eye that the concierge was rubbing Eve's butt, and Eve was encouraging it. But that couldn't be.

Somewhere, my brain, in between being awake and asleep, **** me to keep watching.

Eve started taking her skirt off for her, and I could see from the bed that she wore no underwear but for the black hold-up stockings.

Where did all these sexy clothes come from? Did she change at the gas station?

I lifted my head so I could see her shoes, and she wasn't wearing the white sneakers anymore; instead, she wore black high heels. I could make some of the things they were saying; I thought I heard the concierge praise Eve's shaven pussy, but that couldn't be. The concierge slowly started unbuttoning Eve's blouse, taking her time with each button, as she slowly revealed my fiancée's perky breasts. No bra either. Eve must have had a complete outfit change.

But when?

The concierge had undone all six buttons of Eve's blouse and slowly opened it, then pulled it down, letting it drop to the floor, silently admiring Eve's young breasts. As she was having a good look at her breasts, she took her time caressing both jutting nipples, gently rolling them in between her fingertips. Eve sighed softly, her eyes half closed.

Content with the very aroused nipples, the concierge moved one hand down over Eve's flat stomach straight towards her shaven mound. As her finger dipped inside Eve, Eve let out a soft cry of pleasure and willingly pushed her slit against the invading finger, telling her she was ready for more.

The sight was highly erotic, even if it was my bride-to-be, who was offering herself shamelessly to a complete stranger. I could see the finger of the concierge move deeper inside Eve, and she had closed her eyes, holding herself to the shoulders of the concierge, trying not to trip over her own writhing legs. As she kept fingering Eve, the concierge started undressing as well, removing her grey business skirt first.

Next was her blouse, and for the first time I realized how large her tits were, having been hidden all that time. And they were shiny. As if they were wet and the light would make them gleam or something. Eve didn't have to ask as she bent towards the woman and docked her red lips on one of the nipples.

The concierge was leaking baby milk! But somehow, it felt that she was only leaking when she wanted to. Weird. Eve had lost all awareness of her surroundings as she kept drinking that hot milk, filling her stomach like a baby. For a second, Eve stopped sucking on that bloated nipple, taking a break to look at it, as if she had noticed something in the milk. I squinted my eyes and saw to my horror a black worm wiggle out of the teat Eve had been sucking on.

The concierge spoke to Eve, and with one hand behind her head, she guided Eve's mouth back to the swollen nipple, Eve happily swallowing the worm. She was careful not to chew on it so it could find its way inside her body. But she had to be patient; it was much longer than expected, more or less the same length as the worms in her matcha at the Diners. Before letting it carefully slide down her throat, she measured about 15 cm (6 in.). The waist of the worm was twice as fat as the tail, making the tail squirm a little as it disappeared in Eve's esophagus.

As Eve lifted her head again, the worm was gone, and you could see a drop of blood on the nipple, the milk canal having been stretched too much. Eve gave it a quick dab with her pointy tongue and focused on the other teat.

"Can I have another one?" She asked, as she was highly aroused by the slimy trail the worm had left on her tongue. It was some kind of sweetened, highly arousing fluid. What was really erotic is that she could feel the worm crawling and passing through her stomach towards her intestine, where it would be safe. It made her pussy wetter as ever!

The concierge only nodded, smiling, pulling Eve's mouth against the other swollen teat by holding her by the head. My fianceé eagerly started sucking on the second nipple, hoping for another black worm. By doing so, she missed what was happening right in front of her. The concierge was unfolding something from in between her legs. Some kind of a round, transparent, off-white appendage, with a pointy tip, and it slowly floated through the air, directing itself towards Eve's pussy. Eve didn't even notice, because her lip felt the familiar wiggling of a worm coming out of the second teat, and she eagerly started sucking the worm out of the teat while still trying to be gentle.

The concierge pulled Eve by the waist closer to her with one hand to assure good tentacle penetration and then placed that hand on Eve's back so she could hold her for what was about to come. The other one kept pushing Eve's head against her tit, making sure the worm would be sucked in.

As the appendage reached Eve's wet open cunt, it didn't hesitate and started penetrating her. Eve moaned at the same time as she was about to swallow the second worm, but the fat torso was still stuck in the teat. The pleasure of the tentacle invasion sliding deeper inside her, rubbing the entire time against her clit, was more than she could handle, and she orgasmed. The concierge held her steady as Eve's legs went weak.

"Keep sucking, Eve." She encouraged her, "Just a little bit more."

As Eve's cunt was being filled by the large appendage, she bravely started sucking on that teat again, even if she orgasmed again. The continuous rubbing against her sensitive clit as the long appendage disappeared inside her was simply a sensory overload, and she kept having one orgasm after the other. Finally, the second worm wiggled free from the tit and slit down her throat, and Eve could now let the tit go and steady herself with both arms. Both women were now connected by the transparent long appendage, and it must have been inserted at least 40 inches (1 meter) inside her before it stopped penetrating her.

With the low, bright winter sun, I could clearly see the concierge started pumping through the transparent appendage some kind of round balls, looking like reptile eggs, inside Eve. They were slightly oval, and the appendage kept pumping them in a steady rhythm. I lost count after the first twenty balls, and it reminded me somehow of Eve being bred. Eve's stomach started to bloat massively, bulging in a grotesque way, stretching her skin to its limit.

And suddenly, no more eggs were placed inside her. The appendage slowly pulled out and disappeared again somewhere in between the legs of the concierge. Did it come out from her vagina?

Before I could react, the concierge lifted Eve in her arms and placed her next to me on her back. Her belly stood completely upright, horribly bloated, and the stretched skin was semitransparent. I could see things moving inside Eve, and the large pile of reptile eggs was clearly visible.

"The breeding is done, Zeke," she said to me. "Take care of Eve and her changes."

"What's your name?" I asked, my question making no sense.

"Don't you recognize me, Zeke? Shame on you! I gave you your very first Changer. I am Lilith."

It was all too much for my brain.

...and I fell asleep in seconds. Darkness came over me, my mind blurring the line between wakefulness and dreaming.

It was 48 hours later, as I woke up, somewhere around noon. Eve was nowhere to be seen, so I showered and got dressed. Did I sleep that long? I wondered.

Right then, Eve stormed into the room, all excited. She had a different look, I noticed. Her hair was different, and she was dressed much sexier than usual. "Like a sophisticated slut," was my first thought. But I didn’t want to use such words.

“There you are! The main attraction is finally awake.” Eve said, giving me a derogatory look.

“Let me show you something really cool, honey.”

Zeke nodded and approached his fiancé.

“Honey, I asked you to wear that new white T-shirt I bought you.” Eve said, in a disappointed tone.

“Sorry, I forgot,” Zeke answered.

“Could you put it on now? It really means a lot to me.” Eve stressed the importance to her.

“OK, give me a sec,” and Zeke quickly put on the new T-shirt.

“Ah, it really looks so good on you. Thank you so much,” Eve said, praising him. “I especially like the deep scoop, round neck collar, which gives you an open neckline, even showing your collarbones. It keeps your soft neck free and easily accessible, which is what I need.” Eve gave him a lustful look as she was softly caressing the back of his neck with one hand.

Eve now whispered to me, “Now it’s time to meet your one-time-only surprise!” and took me by the hand into an ill-lit but very large room next to room 666.

Again, that number.

“Look, Zeke, this is historic,” Eve said. “We made from solid oak wood a replica of a medieval pillory so guests and tourists can have their picture taken as their heads and hands are secured in place.”

I looked at the wooden frame with hinged boards and the 3 holes for the head and both hands, and I recognized it from the movies. It was meant to show and punish, at the same time, a criminal to the public. Once you had your head and arms secured by those wooden boards, there was no way you could get out of it. They were often placed on platforms to increase public visibility of the person who was being punished; a placard detailing the crime was placed beside it.

“Go ahead, Zeke, put your head inside the neck brace; this is fun!” Eve said.

“Nah, I don’t really want to, you know,” I replied.

“Ah, c’mon, honey, do it for me.” Eve said, pushing me into doing something I didn’t want to. “It will only be a minute. I’d love to see you like that and take a picture of you.”

“OK,” I said, giving up. Sometimes you must do things for your relationship you didn’t really want to, and I guess this was one of them.

“Just remember to look scared, honey.” Eve added.

I didn’t understand why she said that, but it didn’t matter. I kneeled on the cushion behind it and put both my head and hands through the holes of the lower board. Eve then slowly lowered the upper board with some kind of lifting mechanism, and as soon as it was in place, she quickly put the bolts through the iron locks on both sides of my arms.

I was now stuck and could only look to my left and right.

“Try pulling your arms out, honey.” Eve asked me in a sweet, caring way.

I pulled both my head and my arms, but there was no way I could get free. “I can’t; I am truly trapped,” I answered.

“Very good," Eve smirked. “Let me switch on the lights so you can understand your next unique experience better. We added some extra features to it; I think you will love it!”

As the lights came on, I saw myself right away in the large mirrors in front of me. The entire wall was mirrored, and as I looked to the left and right, both walls were mirrored too. "That's weird," I thought. "Why the effort for just a picture?"

“Do you like it, Zeke?” Eve asked me, again in this sultry tone of hers.

“I don’t know. I answered, not knowing what she wanted.

“Just look in the mirror, which is in front of you, all the way up. Can you see the big guillotine blade, Zeke?”

I looked up in the mirrors, and my face went completely white. In the upright frame was a large, heavy-looking, angled blade suspended at the top. There was a rope attached to a lever on top and a handle on the left side, at the same height as my head. You only had to pull the handle for the blade to fall and cut off the head. My head.

“Get me out of here! I screamed at Eve.

“Now, now, Zeke,” my fiancée, Eve, lulled, "don't scream unless we are filming you, honey.”

“Help me!” I screamed again.

“Zeke, now behave and let me explain how this will work.” Eve said in a stern tone. “And don’t you worry, the handle has an extra safety feature.” As she pointed at the bolt near the handle.

I kept screaming.

“Zeke, this is very awkward; could you please compose yourself and be quiet? I need to explain to you how the lopping ceremony will be carried out.”

I screamed again.

“OK, you leave me ****.” Eve said, and her small hands unlocked the safety bolt. “There you are!"

"Now anyone who wants to chop off your head only has to pull the handle. Don't you think that is wonderful? And so sexy! They call this handle the Déclic, and I find the name so befitting, you know? Like “De-Click”?” Eve softly chuckled. "It rhymes with die-quick," and laughed at her own joke.

"Now be silent and listen, or I will do you right now." Eve said with a very firm tone.

Zeke stopped screaming.

Eve now continued chatting animatedly, ignoring his sobbing, excited about having Zeke properly secured and what she was going to do to him. Perhaps he would wet his pants, she thought. She quickly felt with her hand under her soon-to-be ex in the crotch area.

“Your little wiener is hard!” She loudly said. “That’s so cute!”

“Does this turn you on, Zeke?”

“You want me to handle it?” And Eve couldn’t stop laughing about her little inside jokes. Her new family already told her that she had, of course, the honor to pull the handle, thus having the very best spot to watch the cutting. She would be standing extremely close and would have a perfect view of his juicy neck being “handled.” She laughed again.

Yesterday she carefully prepared what she would wear, having it already ready on a hanger in the wardrobe of their hotel suite. The choice was obvious: a sexy, tight-fitting, white summer dress. The sleeveless mini dress had spaghetti straps to emphasize the snug fabric around her perky breasts and was backless. On both sides she had deep splits on her hips, accentuating her trained ass. The saleswoman told her that with her great body, any man or woman would want her. She chose white, hoping to catch as many blood splatters as possible to show off at the banquet afterwards, before getting naked.

“Did you know that getting your head cut off by a guillotine is probably accompanied by a short and quick pain because your nerves get cut? But this is just one of the many theories.”

“Science believes that the brain of the decapitated head keeps working for up to fifteen minutes, explaining some historical records where eyewitnesses observed that the eyes were still rolling for at least a quarter of an hour. Also, the movement of the lips and facial grimaces was observed. All this because the brain still has enough oxygen to function.”

“Now we have added some extra fun to your execution, and this wonderful iron blade will cut off your hands too. We want to see if perhaps your hands keep moving too, after your head is gone, and for how long. To make sure that your brain keeps working as long as possible, we will administer you 100% emergency oxygen for at least an hour just before your decapitation to ensure the best possible outcome.”

Eve got closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Look down, Zeke. Remember the little baskets I was making? They will catch your cut-off hands. Aren’t they the cutest?”

“By the way, I still need to measure the size of your head for the main basket; let me fetch some measuring tape. I will be right back; don’t you move.” Eve said, giggling.

“Oh, and like I said, we are filming this, but we still need to set up four professional cameras, both filming and photographing the event. We have four cameras for this in case one doesn’t work properly. It’s hard to repeat your own beheading, right?” Eve chuckled.

“Now we still don’t know what music should accompany the necktie party, because some of us in my little new family want to hear the true sound of the heavy blade whirling down towards your soft neck, hear and enjoy that lovely metallic whoosh, and they do not want to miss that wet slicing sound, that "zzzip" with a squish as it cuts through your neck.”

“For a moment I thought about Vivaldi’s Winter because this is your winter, but I am afraid that the violins might make it hard to hear your final scream, so I decided against it. We had a very long family meeting, and some great jokes popped up, such as using that old song from Mika called “Relax, there is nothing we can do.” Some of the lyrics are so funny and suit the occasion so well.”

“Look, I printed them out for you. Look at this,” as she was holding a printout below my face.

“It's as if I'm scared; it's as if I'm terrified.

It's as if I'm scared; it's as if I'm playing with fire.

Scared, it's as if I were terrified.

Are you scared? Are we playing with fire?”

“OK, enough said, Zeke; we still have a lot of preparations to do. First, we must cut your hair. We want to enjoy a clear view as your strong neck fights against that chopper blade until the very last moment. It will be a nice spectacle when that neck of a strong bull becomes a flaccid, useless stump, honey. I already shiver at the thought of it. Look, even my nipples got hard," Eve said, pointing at them.

“I also ordered a manicure. If we are going to keep your hands on a shelf display, I want them to look good. I even suggested during the family meeting that it would be more fun to cut you in half instead of just cutting off your hands and head. Because the idea came to me that if you have your head still attached to your upper body and we cut you in two, just below your lungs, we might have a guarantee that you can still scream. But the idea is not very practical, because in the worst case you are screaming for days, and we all need to sleep, you know.”

“I do want to prepare the lunette myself with some nice-smelling essential oil. You know, the lunette is the neck brace, where your head is held in place right now. Of course, I won’t open it, but with my slim fingers I can rub the oil on the wood around your neck. Would you rather have something bright and uplifting, such as lemon or peppermint, or do you prefer warm and comforting scents, such as sandalwood or cinnamon?”

“Ah. Before I forget, I don’t want to startle you, but we will make you wear a FitRight diaper too. In your last minutes before getting chipped, you will probably pee or shit your pants, and nobody is keen on that.”

“Did I forget anything?” Eve asked me.

“How about getting me loose?” I yelled.

“No, Zeke, that’s not possible, I am afraid. We can’t even use you as a host in the back garden; you are useless to our little family. Sorry about that,” Eve said with a long face. “I would have loved to be able to chat now and then with your functioning torso remains, but in the end we all decided we should use your head for our little museum. No hard feelings.”

Right then I saw in the mirror somebody walk into the room and stand in front of me.

“Hi, I am Mormo, the family hairdresser. I believe you wanted a cut?” Both my fiancé and I started giggling about our little inside joke. He quickly got his scissors out and started cutting my neck hair. After that, he took out his trimmer and took great care in removing all hairs from the backside of my neck.

“Shall I oil the skin of his neck?” he asked my fiancé. “Make it supple? I brought with me a moisturizing pack, almond skin oil, and an exfoliant peel. I can do miracles with those three.

“Yes, please do, but will this affect the cutting?” Eve asked him.

“Not at all. Quite the opposite, Eve,” Mormo answered. “An exfoliant, for example, gently removes unhealthy, dead skin cells from the skin's surface, revealing a fresh, radiant complexion. You don’t want to have dead skin right now, Zeke, am I right?" He asked me, grinning.

Eve couldn’t hold her laughter and had tears in her eyes from the joke. “Mormo, you are killing me!” She said, trying to catch her breath.

He dryly replied, saying, “I hope you kill him first.”

Eve had a fit of laughter, her breath becoming irregular. Mormo was so funny!

As she recovered, she said, “Yes, please do the whole thing. Will you do the manicure too?”

“Yes,” Mormo replied. “I just hope he can hold his hands still, Eve...”

They shared another laugh. Eve thought that Mormo was truly hilarious.

More people walked into the room, bringing all kinds of equipment. One started setting up cameras on tripods, another one brought in a large mobile oxygen tank on wheels, and I recognized Lamia rolling into the room with a garment rack with all kinds of clothes, plus a bag of diapers.

As Lamia saw Eve, she gave her a big smile and walked straight to her. They intimately hugged and French-kissed, Lamia at the same time groping Eve's perky breasts, enjoying with her deformed claws their youthful elasticity. As they came up for breath from the long, erotic kiss, Lamia said to Eve that she wanted to sit next to her at the dinner.

“I love to,” Eve answered. “Will you be naked too?”

Lamia replied right away, giving Eve a lustful look. “You bet, honey.”

“How are you, Eve?” Lamia asked joyfully, “Are you excited about your first amputation?”

“Oh yes!” Eve replied, radiating under Lamia's attention. Lamia had been coaching Eve almost day and night, and their deep bond was still growing. “Is it true that I get to eat the eyes?”

“Of course, honey.” Lamia smiled. “He is your fiancé after all.”

“And what about his balls? I heard that they taste very mild and creamy.”

“Yes, they do,” Lamia replied. A unique taste with a soft, almost cheesy interior that can be creamy if properly prepared, but the seasoning of your boyfriend's balls is the most important part. Now some of us prefer to eat him raw, and I wholeheartedly recommend you eat his eyes like that, but for specific parts, such as his balls, I will show you the best way to quickly marinate them. We then put them on the grill so you can eat them as dessert.”

“What about his cock?” Eve asked.

“That’s a different story because of the muscles.” The ancient monster Lamia replied. “I already told everybody that his cock is yours too, but you need to treat it like a muscle, thus rubbing olive oil on it would be a good idea. You can either eat it raw or grill it.”

“I think I will grill it.” Eve replied, thinking about it.

“I just hope I get his calves.” Lamia asked her with a pouting face.

“Of course you will. I make sure of that.” Eve answered, full of love.

“OK, so let us now check the organization,” Lamia proposed. “We will set up the dining table behind the guillotine, and I believe we will be 12 guests, including you. I have brought with me 4 big BBQ grills from the Diner, which we can place in different spots around the table so we don’t have to slither back and forth the whole time. A fridge will be placed nearby to keep the white wine chilled, and I even brought 12 bottles of champagne.” Lamia announced proudly.

“Now comes the more serious part,” Lamia announced. “His legs will be flapping once his head is in the basket, and I wonder, because this room is very bright, which pants color would be best to record in the best video quality possible. I mean, one day, we all want to enjoy watching on video his final spasms.”

“I did some research, and the recommendation is to have him wear soft pastels like creams, light blues, or tans to complement the light and keep the focus on his white, screaming face. So that’s what I brought with me,” Lamia said, pointing at the rack of clothes. “Maybe you could discuss with him what clothes he would prefer to wear for his lopping?”

“I will.” Eve answered proudly, happy to be involved in the planning.

“Oh!” Lamia exclaimed as she was looking at Zeke and saw the little baskets for his hands.

“Did you make those?” She asked Eve, delighted by the creativity.

“Yes, I did. ”Do you like it?”

“They are so sweet, Eve. And so cute. What a great idea!”

Eve felt proud; it had been her idea all along, and she also made them herself at night whenever Zeke was sleeping. He did see them the next day as they were almost ready and asked what they were for. Eve simply answered, “You will see.” Giving him a weird, malicious smile.

“And did you weld those little iron stands for the baskets as well?” Zeke asked, impressed.

“Yes, I did,” Eve answered. What do you think?”

“Great job, cutting edge, I would say.” Zeke replied.

“Yes, cutting edge is true...” Eve answered dreamily as she was softly fondling Zeke’s neck.

As she showed the baskets and the stands to some of her new family members, they were silent from admiration. What a girl! She would be a great addition to their centuries-old family; of that, they were all sure.

“OK, so you talk to your future ex about the pants, and I will organize the table first.” Lamia said.

Eve walked to the rack of clothes and found some off-white-colored linen pants with the right size. She tried to discuss the color with Zeke, but he was whimpering and sobbing the whole time, which was very annoying. She tried more than once for him to stop behaving like a child but was unsuccessful. Even worse, he got louder by the minute, screaming and disturbing the entire organization. People were unable to discuss if they needed a seating arrangement or not and had trouble hearing what the other one was saying, and everybody got a little bit irritated. Lamia whispered this to Eve, asking her to calm down Zeke; it was just "necking," and he shouldn’t make such a fuss about it.

“Do you have something to put in his mouth perhaps? Lamia asked. “I will ask somebody to fetch me a gag ball, but it will take at least an hour...”

“Do you have an apple perhaps?” Eve asked, “Or a pear?”

“Good idea," Lamia replied. There is an apple tree just outside. It is full of apples right now.”

“I will get one.” Eve answered, “I am sorry about the noise he is making.”

“Perhaps you should have his tongue first?” Lamia said, smiling and winking with her eye.

Eve smiled and quickly went outside, finding the apple tree right away. She brought several apples with her, in different sizes. She started with the biggest one, pushing it against his mouth, but it was too big. After several tries, one of them fit perfectly, and silence filled the room. The duct tape Lamia gave her helped secure the apple safely in place. She made a mental note to remove the apple once everything was set up so they could enjoy his pig-like screams.

“Good job, Eve,” somebody said.

Zeke's eyes were bulging in their sockets; he couldn't say anything anymore, and the fear was truly eating him alive.

Lamia got closer to Eve and made a joke about it. “That’s a big appetizer, Eve.”

Eve laughed. “Thank you for your patience, Lamia.”

“No worry, honey, it is your first time. Little mishaps occur; no big deal. And it is his last time anyway.”

Right then, a large, modern dressing mirror was being wheeled in. “What is that for, Lamia?” Eve curiously asked.

“Once we have our viewing chairs set up in two half circles, we will have this mirror standing in front of your ex-beau in an upward-angled position so he can closely watch with his own eyes the blade plunging towards his juicy neck. The last thing he will see in this life is his own decapitation.”

“That’s so kinky!” Eve exclaimed admiringly. “I bet it was your idea.”

“Yes, it is,” Lamia answered, delighted, happy that Eve was loving the whole thing. “I was worried about Zeke not experiencing his cutting in full as he rightfully deserves, the wall mirrors being a bit far away from him. So that’s how I came up with the idea. It would be a shame for Zeke to miss out on his orchestrated fate, right?”

Eve looked at Zeke again and had to giggle. He looked like a pig. Especially with the apple stuffed in his mouth. The only thing missing was grilling him on a spit roast and serving him on a large platter. That would be funny. But this was not possible; most of the family members preferred raw meat. So be it.

“Lamia?”

“Yes, Eve?”

“Do we have to oil Zeke’s skin for the dinner?”

“Good question. I will ask the rest what they think. Perhaps we oil his legs and leave the rest like it is? I’ll get back to you on this later.”

“So where are we? Lamia said out loud. “The dinner table is ready, the BBQs and the fridge are set, the chairs for the viewing are in place, and the hair and neck have been done by Mormo. Good. Progress is made. We don’t want to make Zeke wait, do we, Zeke?” As she addressed him.

“Oh!” Lamia uttered. "We need to oil the lunette and change his pants. We almost forgot.”

Eve quickly fetched the chosen pants and removed his shoes. “Shall we keep his socks on?” She asked Lamia.

“No, please take them off; they are hard to digest.” Lamia said as a matter of fact.

Eve did so and pulled Zeke’s jeans off him. Next was his slip. As she was about to put the new pants on, Lamia pointed at him and said, “Look, Eve, he has a little hard-on.”

Eve looked carefully and had to laugh. “I know, he loves being the center of attention.”

Lamia laughed.

“Lamia?” Eve asked.

“Yes?”

“If he has a hard-on the moment we trim his neck, will it stay hard?” Eve asked.

“Yes, because no further commands will come from the brain.”

“So, I have a real wiener here?” Eve said as they both let out a cackle.

Eve was about to pull the pants over his feet as Lamia spoke to Eve.

“Honey?” Lamia said, “Don’t forget the diaper.”

“Oh shit. You are right.” Eve almost shouted, “Give me a minute.”

Eve put the diaper on, and she was laughing the whole time. It was so funny putting a diaper on a **** adult man. Even babies were easier, she thought. Zeke tried to resist by spreading his legs as he was crying, but Eve dealt with him in a sweet but strict way. “Honey, just let me do my small task. I want your beheading to be a great evening with my loved ones, to be enjoyed by everybody but you, and I will not tolerate an uncooperative attitude.”

Zeke gave up, sobbing, and Eve praised him. “Good boy. Let’s make you pretty for the cutting show.” She quickly dressed him with the diaper and the chosen pants.

The white T-shirt Zeke was wearing had a clear purpose. She had carefully picked one the other day with a round neck collar to keep the sappy neck easy to cut through and white, because it was the best background for bloodstains. As she looked at her ready-to-be-chopped fiancé, she was very proud of herself. She then fetched the bottle with lemon oil because she had decided that she wanted a fresh, uplifting scent on his cut neck. As she was applying it onto the lunette, she was cheerfully chattering with Zeke:

“Oak wood is the best, don’t you think?”

“I wonder if the blade could cut through your femur.”

“I hope your head does not fall beside the basket.”

“Perhaps we could record the number of decibels when you are screaming?”

“How much blood will you splatter anyway? Will you make a mess?”

The moment Eve was done applying the scented oil to the lunette, she looked at her work and was very satisfied. She looked for Lamia but couldn’t find her. She did see two familiar figures outside and almost ran to meet them. It was Deianira! And standing next to her, waving enthusiastically, was Keres! They made it!

“Hey you two!” Eve shouted. “You made it!” as she walked up in front of them. “Wow.”

“Of course we did! Do you really think we would miss your first decolation party? No way.”

“Who do I hug first?”

“Your ex?” and they all had a hearty laugh.

Eve hugged Deianira first, holding her tight against Eve's young body, and felt Deianira's big lump pushing directly against her pussy. They had the same height, and you could feel that Deianira's Futa cock was half erect.

Eve laughed and loudly said, “You ARE happy to see me!”

“And look at you, Keres!” Eve almost shouted from happiness. “A beautiful baby bulge. You look fantastic," as they closely hugged.

“And look at your breasts. “They have grown huge," Eve said as she was admiring them.

“Yes, proud mommy is here.” Keres replied, smiling, as Eve was openly fondling them, making the nipples jut out from arousal. The breasts had grown big and heavy and were already full of milk.

“Look!” Deianira exclaimed in a congratulatory way, “She is already leaking.”

That was true, Eve thought. She saw the two wet spots and wanted to suck Keres's nipples right away.

As if Keres could read her mind, she took off her top, offering her two swollen udders to Eve, and asked her, “Would you like to milk me?”

“Oooh yesss.” Eve replied lustfully, quickly docking her lips on one, making sure with her tongue that the coupling was airtight. Eve knew that a good latch feels firm to the milk-spending teat, is not painful, and involves a large mouthful of breast tissue.

“Mmmhh.” Kere moaned as Eve started sucking. “You are good at this, latching like a baby.”

Eve created a strong vacuum by sucking hard, drawing the first rich flow of mommy milk without hurting the sensitive teats. Her initial, deeper sucks were fast, so she would trigger the let-down, quickly stimulating the nerves of Keres's titties. It caused the tiny muscles around her large milk glands to contract and push milk into the ducts, making it flow out into that receptive little mouth of Eve.

“You are truly very good at this, Eve.” Keres moaned again, feeling her pussy react to the erotic pleasure waves her mamilla was sending throughout her body. “You are a true sucktorial."

Eve placed both her hands on the collarbones of Keres to support herself and tried to swallow the initial big flow of rich, hot mommy milk but wasn’t quick enough, and the creamy juice from Keres’ mammae dripped on her chin and the top part of her blouse, but she didn’t care, completely focused on the pleasure of gobbling on that warm tit. The sticky, slightly viscous milk drops gave her an unclean, stained look, as if she had missed swallowing some of the cum of a pulsating cock.

Keres felt the "milk ejection reflex" kick in with a stimulating effect, Eve now being fed with fresh, warm milk beyond the initial milk, which was stored in the ducts. The sensation of the sucking on her sensitive nipple made her pussy have delicious contractions, like a pre-orgasm announcement.

As soon as Eve felt with her sucking lips that the teat was now fully relaxed, pumping a steady flow of warm, creamy milk into her little whoring mouth, she settled into a slower, rhythmic, deep-suck/swallow pattern. Her stomach was enjoying the rich feeding but had to let air out sometimes to make space for the mommy milk, thus making little burps as she was sucking.

Deianira watched that little coquette of Eve's doing a lovely blowjob on Keres' titty and lustfully smiled as she saw the milk dropping on Eve's black top. The contrast couldn’t have been better, she thought. The off-white stains of the thick, creamy milk were in plain view, and it made her futa cock have little arousal twitches, quickly growing into a fully erect, very hard, throbbing phallus...

After sucking for at least twenty minutes on each teat, Keres needed a break. "Come back later!" She said and laughed. It sounded as if her store were closed for lunch break.

The girls chatted some more about their flights until Keres asked, apologizing up front for the pragmatic question, “Is your first banquet all set? Do you need any help from us?”

Eve replied proudly that the only thing remaining to do is hook up the oxygen; everything else is ready.

“Oh, by the way,” Eve suddenly remembered, “I still have to measure the size of his head and see if it fits in the basket; I almost forgot.” Eve apologized.

“No problem, honey. Can we join you? We’d love to hear a little screaming, wouldn’t we, Keres?” Deianira said.

“Yes, we do.” Keres answered, “Do you have a measuring tape?”

“Yes, I have one; let’s do him, girls.” Eve lustfully replied.

The three of them walked into the large banquet room, and seeing Zeke secured in the guillotine was delicious. Both Keres and Deianira praised Eve on all the preparations she had made. The girls kept vividly chatting about all the little details they saw.

“Excellent T-shirt you got for him, Eve. I love the wide-open collar.” Deianira said. “It nicely exposes his ripe neck.”

“Oh!” Keres cried out, “Look at those cute little baskets! Aren’t they the best, Deianira?”

Eve felt proud. This was going to be a great cutting. She took out the tape and measured Zeke's head. "56 cm (22 in.) in diameter," she mumbled, not being sure if it would fit in the main basket. She measured the basket, and her first instinct told her it might be too small.

Both Keres and Deianira saw her worried look on her face, but Keres quickly put her at ease: “No worries, Eve; it is even better when it doesn’t fit and it rolls bouncing through the room.”

They all laughed and left the room, ignoring the whimpering.

“Excellent.” Keres replied. “Good job, Eve. We still have plenty of time, and we both brought a little present for you.”

You shouldn’t have," Eve answered.

“Yes, we should.” And they all laughed again.

“Now Eve,” Deianira started speaking first, “I don’t want you to be alone tonight after your first chewing, and the changer has given me permission to bed you. It took me an entire week to convince it, but finally it groaned and gave in to my request.”

“Really? ”Are you going to fuck me?”

“Yes, I will.”

“You are too kind, Deianira; that’s a fantastic gift! Will I get your seed too?”

“The whole package, Eve. The breeding, the black crawling seed, and my knot. Spoilers: it won’t be the same as with your soon-to-be-gone old flame, but I promise you a lot of fun tonight and in the first week to follow.”

“Oooohhh, you are really too kind, Deianira.” Eve exclaimed.

“Damn, Eve, you are lucky.” Keres smiled. I am very happy for you. I have something completely different, but both you and Zeke might like it a lot.”

“For Zeke too?” Eve wondered.

“Especially for Zeke, I believe. Let me explain: As I just told you, I flew straight from Paris, and I am sorry I couldn’t have your present wrapped; I had to choose between boarding or gift wrapping.”

“No worries.” Eve quickly reassured, “I am happy that you are here.”

“OK.” Keres continued. “I have a good old friend of mine who works at the museum of the catacombs in Paris. Her name is Lilitu, and she has unlimited access to everything down there, and now and then she takes unsuspecting men on a private tour in the catacombs. Some of the fresher human skeletons are her doing, but she tries to behave.”

“Now some historical facts, Eve: the first sound recordings ever made by mankind date all the way back to 1857.”

“I have here four DVDs for you. One is called “Paris original,” and the other one is “Studio original.” The other two are backups for these DVDs.”

“What Lilitu did for you, and she is dying to meet you, is burn on the “Paris original” DVD the sounds of roughly 1000 original French guillotine executions.”

“WOW!” Both Deianira and Eve gasped.

“The original Paris DVD really makes you feel as if you are watching from the front row.” Keres continued. “The DVD has all the sounds of each of those executions on it, including the screams of the public, the city noises, the announcements, and any imaginable noise of that era, such as horse hooves, wooden wheels, street vendors, and church bells, creating a great wall of sound. And of course, the applauding for each chopped head is on it as well, and if you close your eyes while listening to it, it will feel as if you are there yourself. Perfect for rainy melancholic Sundays with a hot cup of tea.”

“But there is more.” Keres smiled. “As soon as I got the DVD from Lilitu, she called a good friend at a sound studio in Paris and asked them to make a second DVD, called ‘Studio Original.’ On this DVD they have filtered out all the city noises. The Studio original DVD lets you fully enjoy the true sounds of the blade cutting through each neck. That classic metallic shrieking or rattle as the blade is falling through the wooden frame, and of course all those yummy sounds such as the impact with the neck, the thud and squelch, and the head either landing in the basket or falling on the ground.”

“WOW!” Both said in unison.

“Amazing gift, Keres! Eve howled, "THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

“There is one more thing.” Keres said, “And I sound like Apple...” All three had to laugh; this was such a great day.

“I brought with me a portable DVD player with batteries plus spare batteries, enough to last for days. The player has a remote that lets you program repeat and shuffle. I thought it would be a nice gesture if we played this for Zeke before the real chopping starts. I think he will love to hear those sounds, won't he? Especially if the room is completely dark. If we place the player slightly above him and only play the studio DVD, with each recording he will think it is his blade that is falling, about to end his life. Repeatedly. 1000 times.”

“YES!” Eve shrieked. “I will blindfold Zeke, we mount the player, and after we remove the blindfold in the pitch dark, we leave him in the dark room enjoying those lovely neck-cutting sounds.”

“That’s what I thought.” Keres smiled.

We found a rag that could serve as a blindfold, and we politely knocked on the door. We had a blast. Zeke still had that apple in his mouth, so he couldn’t even shout "Come in." So funny. We blindfolded him with ease; he didn’t give up a fight and was only muttering incomprehensible words.

“Zeke, stop whining and pull yourself together. You are embarrassing me," Eve yelled at him. “We are not stoning you; it is just a simple guillotining, no big deal.”

They quickly mounted the DVD player about a meter above him and switched off the lights again. As Eve's eyes got used to the darkness again, she took off the blindfold, and to add a little bit of theater, she caressed his neck and whispered, "Goodbye, Zeke.”

Eve pressed the play button, and before she could even close the door behind her, Zeke's first scream was heard.

To be continued.