"(story) Decapitation Convention" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/XHeM5mk6 Created on: Wednesday 10th of August 2016 02:58:58 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:28:59 AM UTC "I wonder what they'll have this year?" "Who knows? It's supposed to be huge they should have a lot." The two women chatted as they strolled towards the execution center. The center was the designated location for holding lethal recreation events. Right now the Decapitation convention was being hosted, the second biggest event of the year behind the Hanging and Asphyxiation convention. The women in question are Amy (the one who asked) a blonde with rather long straight hair and a rather average chest. And Wynn, or so she tells everyone to call her that, a lithe woman with no breasts to speak of and very short dark brown hair kept smooth against her head. "Wow!" Amy gasped as the women made their way into the center. The floor was divided into three areas: On the left were the guillotines, where different types and displays mingled amongst games of all types. The right side was the axe section, where you could be decapitated by an executrix in classic style or choose something slightly more unique. In the back was the specialty section, for other unique methods of beheading or watching expert professionals ply their trade. "Let's circle around the place first to see it all." Wynne proposed. "Okay" The girls headed off towards the guillotine section. As they approached many and numerous booths games and displays came into view. "Looking for anything in particular?" The girls looked towards the sound of the voice and saw a full-bodied big haired blonde whose T-shirt and tiny shorts clearly marked her as convention staff. "No, just browsing for now." Wynn replied "And speaking of browsing, will you be available after the festival? I'm not planning on snuffing it myself." "Hey! Wait 'till I'm gone to start replacing me thank you!" Amy protested followed by a cute *humph*. "She's such a player" Amy thought to herself, Wynn had something of a reputation even jokingly being nicknamed 'the black widow' having snuffed three previous girlfriends without yet having gone herself. "I bet she would have been a lesbian in the old world even, but then, I guess that's why I love her." "Sorry, but they didn't feel like paying convention staff this year so we're all being executed after the event." Amy was knocked out of her thoughts by the staff girls reply," By the way my names Monica" "Well why not follow us around?" Wynn asked in a thoroughly flirtatious tone of voice "You can help explain the various... attractions" "Sure, I don't have anything important to do right now. It should be fun." The two headed off toward the stalls. Amy sighed, threw her arms up in defeat and followed after them. --------------- "Is that what it looks like?" Wynn asked as they continued through the guillotine section. "Yup, a guillotine photo-booth. We should be able to see it in action in a moment." Monica replied, pointing to a duo of well-built raven haired women approaching. The women talked to the staff girl running the stand for a moment. Shortly they stepped up to the device. The staffer help the one get setup and into the lunette while the other stood alongside. "The camera is wired to the guillotine so it can be set to shoot at any point along the blades descent, or a picture can be taken manually. Popular sets are 'before and after' photos or a pic the moment the blade lands." The staff girl had moved back to the camera apparatus while the two customers were in position smiling. A quick signal was given and a flash went off as the first photo was taken, whereupon the blade started it's drop. Wynn detected a brief shudder of anticipation in the woman surreptitiously masturbating in the lunette before her head was cleanly severed. The woman smiling alongside then quickly propped the head to face the camera and a second photo was taken. With the show over the girls decided to move on. ----- "Hey, that looks like fun." Amy pointed at a nearby attraction. The stand in question looked to be four guillotines lined side to side. Each one looked to have wires attached and be set at a somewhat diagonal angle with space between where the occupants legs are set. It looked to be one of the most popular attractions with a large crowd around it. Two staff girl looked to be sorting out which girls get to go in first. "That's probably the most popular game here." Monica replied "Four couples enter, one member of each is placed into a guillotine and sensors are attached to their body, the other members try to bring their partner to orgasm. The sensors detect the first one off and release the blade." "Now that's going out with a bang." Wynne joked. By now the couples were let in. In each group the girl not in the guillotine sat in the space between the legs of the one strapped down (albeit in different positions depending on there style). "And start!" The attendant yelled. Immediately the women set to work orally pleasing their partners. Some staring at the nipple or kissing, others going straight for the cunt. A few minutes into the contest and it was clear which group was in the lead. A young red-haired girl, perhaps twenty, was gasping and shuddering under the ministrations of her blonde partner. "Looks like we have a clear winner" Monica whispered obviously absorbed by the display "the young eager ones usually win." THUNK! Just a few moment later the redhead moaned and the blade came down cutting her release short (among other things). The blonde squealed in triumph while the other couples groaned and shuffled off to find other snuff events. "Well that was... stimulating." Wynne spoke up as the others where still staring. "How about we find some lunch?" Amy and Monica just nodded, both apparently entranced by the show. Even in spite of the fact Monica had already witnessed several. *** The girls circled part of the center surveying their options. There where several food stalls, mainly along the routes between the different sections. Rather shortly they decided upon one. Or more accurately Wynne decided on the girl staffing it in a revealing uniform, a quite attractive curly haired brunette with tight t-shirt/shorts set and a small revealing green apron over top. Upon their approach the staff girl perked up. "Hello, would you like a corn dog. They're made fresh using meat gathered from girls right here!" "Wait" Wynne started "The convention goers? Don't you have to process hot dog meat more. I mean, hot dogs are barely even meat..." "No, were trained on what parts to cut out; then we just load it into this machine" pointing at a large metal device at the back of the stall, " and it grinds and cases it. They taste better than most normal hot dogs too. Probably because you don't need preservatives" "Okay." Wynne shrugged "Three corn dogs" The food-stand girl set to work. Opening a chiller with the remains of a girl in it and removed some pieces and ran them through a grinder. After dipping the corn dogs she placed them in a small oven. "Alright, that should only take a few minutes." While the corndogs were cooking Wynne decided to chat up the stall girl. "So, since you work for the meat company instead of the convention will you be making it out of here?" "Nope, the convention offers ten percent off the cost of renting a space if the staff girls manning it agree to be snuffed. So I'm getting beheaded after the convention." "Really? I can't say I see the appeal. Getting done in by a stranger to get the stall a discount instead of going out with a girlfriend or trying out one of the displays here." "Well, the lady doing it's a real professional. She can do 17 girls a minute under the right conditions with an axe. She's doing a show here today then finishing off the staff after the convention. I plan on finding a space near the back so I can see it coming." "Oh well. To each her own." Wynne shrugged. "Why don't you check out the show of celebrity executrix. It's taking place in the back." "Alright we'll do that." The girls collected their food and moved on. ----------- Upon reaching the back Amy, Wynne, and Monica found three upraised stage platforms. Two of them had white bedlike areas in the middle, and the third had several wooden blocks. The girls asked when the next shows were set to start and sat down to finish their food 'till the time came. Soon a blonde woman in a scant tuxedo themed showgirl costume appeared on the middle stage and made an announcement: "Alright ladies, it's time for the next round of shows. We will be showcasing the talents of three professional executrix today." "First up is a master of erotic execution and master performer. Welcome Lady Zarathustra!" On the leftmost stage a thin black haired woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties crept forward with a seductive gait. She was wearing a rather burlesque inspired leather costume and holding a heavily ornamented dagger in each hand, the hand guards on the daggers were themselves blades curved up to cover the front of the handle. Behind her came a model with dark brown hair in a black silk robe. They both walked towards the center stage. Without a word the model let her robe slide to the ground. Zara artfully twisted her body around her so that she was standing behind the model, running her hands along her body. Starting at the shoulders and delicately feeling along her skin daggers still in hand, past her breasts then stomach, until she arrived at her hips. Zara then quickly spun herself around so that she was face to face with the brown haired girl and pushed her down onto the bedlike surface on the stage, then ran the hand-guard blades down her torso starting at the collarbone provoking a light moan. Kneeling with her head between the girls legs the executrix began to kiss along her inner thighs. She moved her arms up the girl and used the blades to cut delicate lines across her body, delicate red trails formed beautiful interwoven patterns. The sensations the model felt were clearly almost as wonderful. Zara remained delicately kissing and licking around the girls center for some time, slowly bringing her to a higher and higher state of arousal. When she thought the model ready Zara reached up and slit her throat with one of the daggers. It wasn't deep enough to kill the model, but rapidly made her woozy. Nearly simultaneous to the slash Zara dove her mouth forward bringing her to a climax. Then, moving quickly, she lunged forward lined a dagger up against the girls throat and plunged it in. The model shook, gurgled, and then almost immediately went still. Deftly using her training Zara twisted the dagger and separated the models head. The audience erupted in applause. "Very impressive. It takes a lot of skill to decapitate with knives" Wynne commented. Amy look over at her. "Do I want to know how you learned that?" "Probably not." Amy directed a disapproving glare at Wynne, but couldn't help giggling when she tried putting on an innocent expression. Both of the girls then fell silent when the announcer arrived on the second stage. "I can see you all enjoyed that. Well I hope you all enjoy our next performer just as much. Welcome, Ember!" A slender dark-skinned woman strode onto the stage with a very short thin blonde girl trailing behind her. Embers 'outfit' was simply a few polyester straps. The tiny model was again in a black silk robe, which she promptly discarded. Ember moved to kiss the girl, embracing her and pushing her against the center platform. After several minutes she worked down her body onto her breasts then stomach before flipping her onto her back and trailing down that, finally she finished her circuit kissing down each limb. They gradually moved into a 69 on the platform, whereupon Ember reached behind and grabbed what appeared to be a wire garrote. Both performers were lapping at their partners center. Ember, however, was also pulling the wire over the models left leg. She pulled the handles tight, causing blood to leak and the model to gasp, however both girls continued their oral ministrations. With another tug of the handles the diminutive blondes leg separated from her body. The audience gasped at the unexpected turn. "Don't worry," the announcer spoke up "our little victim here has been give medicine to both dull the pain and limit blood loss. So she'll be able to enjoy the whole show too." Both women continued uninterrupted as Ember slipped the wire over her partners right leg. Once again a moan was heard as she pulled it tight, separating the girls remaining leg. Much to the audience surprise, instead of flipping around she kept her mouth in place and just reached her own arms down to begin working on the model's. Again she loops the wire, however unlike her legs the girls arms are active, clutching Embers rear. Thus when the wire was pulled tight her hand much more visibly twitched and stiffened. Still, after it was severed the performer merely shook the limb off and continued. As Ember started work on the final limb it was clear the model was approaching a powerful climax. She made sure to time the girls climax with the loss of her last limb. With a final tug, the model screamed in pleasure as her arm tumbled to the ground. Ember immediately flipped the even tinier girl around and wrapped the wire around her neck. Just as the model was coming down from herorgasm she pulled the wire severing the girls head. Again, resounding applause broke out. It seemed the audience enjoyed this performance even more than the first. "Amazing show." Amy commented "I can definitely see why women with enough money would go out using ladies like these." "Yeah," Wynne replied "they've got real talent." Just then the announcer stepped onto the final stage. "And for our final display we have Ms. Margaret Donahue demonstrating her speed with an axe. Naturally this act will take very little time. Also we would like six audience volunteers, remember you won't have time to sit back and enjoy the experience so be aware of what you're getting into." Despite the warning more than enough girls volunteered. The announcer picked out six and brought them onto the stage. Once they were up The headswoman appeared. Margaret was, unlike the others, a rather plain woman with very short red hair, 5' 7" in height, clearly fit but otherwise unexceptional. "Alright ladies, place your head on the block. Chin in the slot. On the count of three the show will start." The girls were arranged three in front and three behind the executioner. "3, 2, 1, Go!" The moment the count ended the executioner swung her axe severing the first head before the girl could even react. There was barely a gap as she lifted the axe in a smooth circular motion dropping it with the same momentum easily taking both the next two heads. Spinning around to do the back row was also no problem. Although the final girls had a small amount of time to react, they only seemed impressed with the speed. In only a moment all six girls were done. While the audience did clap, most only seemed interested in it as a novelty rather than an erotic act. Wynne turned to Monica. "I still don't get the appeal." "Hey," Monica shrugged "It's not for everyone." "Well, it's getting late. We'd better finish looking around and find something Amy likes." "I second that!" A smiling Amy piped up. ***** The three girls found their way to an area displaying new and creative decapitation instruments. Amy excitedly looked around. "Decapitation collars? Nice, but I've seen them before. Constricting nooses? Too much asphyxiation. Hmm, those are interesting... Ooh look at that!" Amy pointed at a display. It appeared to be for a standing decapitation device, a wall with an adjustable height horizontally aligned buzz saw. Wynne looked to where she was pointing. "Alright then, let's check it out." Upon the trio reaching the stall a woman approached them. "Interested in our device? It is designed for erotic decapitation without necessitating the involvement of the user. Also it allows convenient standing decapitations." Wynne watched Amy examine the simple apparatus. Monica simply stood back to allow the couple to figure out what they would do, and hopefully watch the show. "So are we allowed to use it?" Amy asked the clerk. "Oh yes, we definitely want people here to show off our device in action." "Well, then" Wynne spoke up while strutting up to Amy and the device "let's give them a show." Amy smiled as her girlfriend came near and swiftly moved in for a kiss. Wynne quickly responded, grabbing Amy's hands in her own and pushing her back towards the wall. They continued to kiss for several minutes. Soon, however, Wynne reached out with her right hand and started the machine. She then shifted them both, all the while keeping the kiss going, so that Amy's neck was right in front of the spinning blade. Amy moaned feeling the whir of the blade so close to her neck. As they continued making out Wynne reached her hand into Amy's pants and started to finger her. Continuous mewls emanated from the doomed girl as she willingly let herself be pushed closer to her fate. With a gasp she finally reached climax. Wynne watched and felt as she writhed against her body. When she seemed most lost in the moment Wynne pushed, swiftly severing the blonde head from it's body. The sound of applause suddenly became apparent to Wynne, along with the thud of Amy's body hitting the ground. Looking around it appeared that the stall operator got her wish for an audience. "Thanks for the use of your facility." Wynne smiled to the woman. "Any time." END