GISELLE’S LAST TRICK
Rape, snuff, necro

    OK, so I’m dead. I screwed up and paid the price but you know I almost think it was worth it. You’re asking yourself “ Just what did our girl do now?” well I’ll tell you all about it.
    You may have heard me talk about the asshole magician I used to work for. He called me a few days ago and begged me to come back to work for him for just one show. He had a really big show coming up and his last girl had bailed on him. Since he didn’t have time to train another he was desperate and offered enough money to overcome my loathing of him. I figured what the hell my car needed serious work and maybe the asshole would treat me better this time. 
    He has this old barn out in the country that he uses to store his props and for practice. It’s better inside that it looks from outside but its still kind of a dump. Still it works well enough for his needs. I remembered the way and was there early. The door was unlocked and I heard him messing around out in the back. So I went in. A mistake that I paid for. Life lesson there, never assume anything is what it appears around an illusionist. I got two steps in the door when the bastard hit me from behind. I went down and out. I awoke sometime later. 
     When I came to I found he had already placed me in the guillotine. I was on my back with the lunette already in place around my neck. There was a strap across my waist and I was naked. As a final insult my feet were tied to a frame above my hips and were wide apart. There were cords around my wrists that let me reach just far enough to stroke my clit but no farther. He had me cold and now he was finally going to get what he’d wanted for years. 
    Now I had a few rather odd ideas about sex and things that got me wet.  I swung both ways, either men or women were fine. I did enjoy a good rape fantasy as well but the thing that really got me going was the idea of having my head cut off by a guillotine. He knew about that one simply because every time I got under that blade for the act I got sloppily wet and you could smell me in heat for several feet. Now the bastard was going to give me a taste of a real rape. I figured that the guillotine was just an attempt to make me hot enough to enjoy the rape or at least be willing to forgive and forget, fat chance. I was already planning the phone call to the cops. As it turned out we both had plans and his worked out and mine didn’t.
   Even as pissed off as I was my body responded to the sight of that deadly blade over my head. I got hot and wet. Then I felt his mouth on my pussy. Had he guessed that nothing gets me going like a good pussy munch or was it something he liked as well? Not that it mattered. I got even wetter and most of the extra came from me. Damn him, I was getting really turned on by the whole thing and the thoughts of calls to the police faded to the back of my mind. I’ve got to give him credit, the man knew what to do to a pussy with his mouth. He was as good or maybe better than any I’d ever had. Within minutes I was screaming through my first orgasm. Then he took me to a second, and a third. I was building up to a fourth when he lifted his head. I was yelling at hi to get back down there but instead he stepped forward and slid his cock into my dripping pussy. Maybe I didn’t want him to eat me after all, he did have a nice tool and seemed to know what to do with it. Within a minute or so I was on my way to another orgasm. He never even slowed down as I spasmed around his cock. The I had fingers wiggling in my ass. His other hand moved to the top of my cunt and those fingers worked on my clit. He was driving me crazy. I sensed he was almost ready to cum and my body responded  in anticipation of that event. He gave several fast deep strokes before pushing deeply inside o me. Then I felt his jets hit the walls of my cunt and my world exploded. My God, I’d never had such a climax.
   It wasn’t quite over however. I missed it when one hand left my body. I missed the pull on the release rope too. I did not miss the sharp snap of the release nor the rushing sound of the falling blade. In those last seconds of life I realized that all my fantasies had come true. By last climax was still building when the blade hit my soft exposed throat and effortlessly sliced through it. Without slowing it continued on until my neck was severed. I was still in the throes of orgasm when y head hit the floor and rolled away. The last thing I saw before death was by body spurting huge sprays of blood and twitching as he hammered the last of his orgasm into it. Then darkness.
   So now I’m dead. I even got to watch as he used my headless corpse. It [ I cannot say I any more since I had left my body and it was of no use to me any longer. Nor did I care what happened to it.] was entered in the ass and then he used the tubes in the neck to feed his lust. Finally he impaled my head on his cock with the head sticking out of the mouth until he came. Then he removed my body, cleaned up the mess and left.
    Do I have any regrets? Of course I do. If I’d known how good the bastard was I might have let him into my bed willingly. I left some things undone. The usual stuff. The big question is this. Knowing now that he had in mind and the result would I have come to the barn still. It led to my rape and murder, that’s true. But it also led to me having my most cherished dreams come true. I was gifted with the most incredible sexual experience of my life. I had a bunch of the best orgasms ever and the last was worth dying for . So would I do it all over. I’m afraid the answer just might be yes.