Some Rides You Don't Get Off (Guillotine)

I am a shitty gambler. Many times over the course of my college experience, I went to the Delta Chi Rho fraternity many times and lost a bit of money, but at least the sex I got after was always fun. I mean, some guys would take that in order for me to pay off my “debt.” There were others though who made sure I paid them back with money. However, I was now starting to have a decent amount of debt to a bunch of guys. I was finishing up my business class, we just talked about the increase of using snuffing as a form of entertainment in business meetings nowadays. Pictures of men and women hung, decapitated, and impaled were on the front screen, and the professor was reminding us of our homework as we walked out. Then I got a text from Mason, he’s one of the guys I was closest to 

Alyssa, a lot of the guys are a little pissed, you’ve been late with paying back your debts and they are getting kind of antsy.

I look at the text and roll my eyes. They are always bitching about their money. So I text back. 

*And? I said I don’t have it yet. What can I do when I fuckin broke?

Well then you are gonna need to come to the house tonight. We need to find some kind of arrangement

Fine, I'll be there in 2 hours

I finish sending that last message then head back to my dorm to get ready. I know a couple of parties that are happening, and I plan to hit every single one of them. I even heard that a girl who was dropping out of college decided to actually do a gallows dance at a party instead. But first I have to meet with Mason. I get to the house and step inside. Some guys are setting up stuff for the party, one of them, Jason, I think his name was, let me know to head to the back room. Listening to him, I find my way to where Mason is. 

“Alyssa, we need to talk,” he says.

“Jeez, such a welcome introduction.” I retort, not in the mood for this.

“Well the guys and I would like it if you took your debt a little more seriously.” He crossed his arms.

“I told you I’m gonna pay you back!” I say, but he shakes his head. 

“Not good enough, we talked and found that among those you still owe, it's a total of over $7,000 dollars. That’s fucking insane!”

“Well if you bitches would just take railing me as payment then we wouldn’t have an issue!” 

“Well, it seems like the guys and I don’t think we are gonna see any cent of that, considering you admitted to being broke, and I think that you are still spending more than you make. And we want something a little more intense than just some sex.” He smiled. I need to get out of here. I turn to leave and that's when I realize two guys were blocking the doorway. Shit. “You have two options. Either you play a game here, tonight. A snuff game. Or you instead become a slave for each guy in the frat. Each dollar you owe means an hour of servitude. That would mean about 290 days of serving in this household.” I grimace. That's a lot for me. And being a slave was not a fun time. And I had a suspicion that once those 290 days are up, they’d just snuff me anyway. So basically they are forcing me to play the game and risk my life today, or give up and forfeit the rest of my life to them. 

“What’s the game?” I ask.

“You will be strapped in a guillotine, where people will take turns fucking you all night. It will go from 9pm to midnight, just 3 hours. The guillotine is completely electronic and will have a pad where the guys who had fucked you will rate their experience from 1 to 5. You get points equal to the rating. You just need to get 100 points. The guests here will have no clue what the game is, and will be encouraged to answer truthfully. If you reach it, you keep your head and don’t need to worry about any of the debt. If you don’t make it…you still don’t need to worry about any of the debt.” When he finishes explaining, I take a deep sigh. Fuck. That’s gonna be hard. At least 20 guys are gonna have to fuck me, and that’s assuming perfect scores, but 3 hours might get it done. 

“Deal,” I say, and shake Mason’s hand. We sign a contract, and I am quickly stripped down and prepped. I’m taken to another room where I see the guillotine. It’s sleek and metallic, the rating pad on the side, and with the ability to be rolled out onto the floor. Fuck. I climb onto the metal, feeling the cold press against my skin. I’m then strapped in. No going back. Fuck. I think about the blade that hangs above my neck. In just one moment, I could be turned into a sack of meat. I’ve never been so helpless, it’s scary, but strangely fun. I can hear the sounds as the party was starting to get into full swing. Looking over at the clock, I see it’s 8:48, only 12 minutes to go until it starts. I realize my body is trembling. It’s terrifying, but I can’t help but remain calm. I’ll get out of this. I just gotta be a good slut for them. Part of me wonders if I should back out and just take the deal to be a slave, but I decide against it. I wait patiently until it’s time, and soon there are only 5 minutes to go.

The guys looking over me roll out the guillotine, and I’m bombarded with flashing lights and loud music. It appears I’ll be the main attraction of the party. People cheer and applaud upon seeing my naked body. I can't help but blush at all of the attention, and also note all of the guys in the fraternity I owe money to. They must be really hoping to get a piece of me after owing them money. Mason walks up with a bunch of grandeur, right next to me, and starts to yell,

“Hey everyone! Alyssa and I decided that we wanted to play a little game, for three hours we can play with her as much as we want, and once you feel that you are done, give her a rating of your time with her, and please be nice and honest. I won't give all the details, just have fun!” He laughed and walked away. Fuck, this is going to be a long couple hours. It only took a few seconds before a line started to form. I feel as my waist is grabbed, and some guy’s dick was already making its way to my pussy. I’m a little wet from being restrained, but the peril of it all has made me tense as hell. It took a couple of tries, but the guy behind me was finally able to force his way inside me. A slight pain shoots into my body from the force.

“Ugh! Shit!” comes from my mouth. 

“Oh, does the slut not like it? You agreed to this! So you better not complain!” I hear the voice of Luke behind me. He’s one of the guys I owe some money to. He instantly starts to rail me as hard as he can. Waves of pleasure start to go through my body, and I become properly wet. I groan and try to remain quiet, but it’s hard. Luke loves to smack my ass, and keeps calling me a slut and a whore. His dick then starts to swell and his pace increases. Wait… 

“Shit, you’re not gonna cum inside me are y...mfph!” I’m interrupted by the feeling of someone’s dick being shoved in my mouth. It’s Mason’s.

“Oh you better not be objecting now! I can always just drop the blade right now!” My eyes go wide and my skin runs cold. Fuck. He’s right, I have no power here. I’m just gonna need to take care of stuff once this whole thing is over. Luke grunts as he cums inside me. And then Mason removes his member from my mouth. He leans down beside me, and whispers in my ear, “If you do anything against anyone here, or object to the roughness at all, you will lose your head so fast. So be careful…” He gives a devious grin. I just grit my teeth and smile.

“Of course, rrk, sir.” I squeak out, as another dick is plunged into my pussy. Wait, Luke, I look over and see he’s playing with the scoring screen. We lock eyes as he makes his selection. 

“How’s a 3, huh? Your pussy was nice and tight, but I didn’t like the lack of enthusiasm.” He says, and spits on my face. I shudder in anger, but take a breath and look back and give him a pained smile. 

“It’s perfect, thank you Luke.” My voice shakes, but I think Luke found it entertaining enough as he walked away laughing. I try to settle down and enjoy this as much as I can. The pleasure was nice at first, but the abuse my body was taking began to really make me start to hurt. I couldn’t help but scream the first time one of the guys took advantage of my ass. Which got a look from Mason,

“No, it’s okay! I swear I wasn’t fighting! I just got caught off guard I swear.” I smiled and nodded my head. Basically I was grovelling for my life. I just got an eye roll and they ignored me again. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I found myself getting properly choked. My mouth was gagged by getting my throat closed by some other fucker’s dick. That then became a trend and I was spit-roasted by many guys, getting my mouth flooded with semen. In fact, a couple of girls with strap-ons decided to have some fun as well. I had lost count how many times I’ve been fucked, and my consciousness was suffering slightly, my head was feeling light. I had been looking away from the clock for a time so that I wasn’t feeling like time was dragging on. I figured to give myself a glance, and look over to see the time is almost 11pm. Thank goodness. Only one hour remaining. Wait, points……

I didn’t realize it, but I had relaxed when I looked at the clock, and proceeded to lose consciousness. I was then awoken to a harsh slap in the face. Then the cool feeling of water rushing over me. I see Mason examining me. 

“Shit!” I exclaim, “How long was I out?!”

“About 15 minutes.” Mason says.

“And…um, if you’ll allow me to know, how many points am I at?” I shiver. Only 45 minutes left to get these points. 

“68.” The words from Mason’s mouth felt like another slap in the face. 

“That’s it?!” I exclaim. “Wait, that can’t be right!” 

“It is,” Mason shrugs, “And it seems like you aren’t quite as enjoyable as you thought!” He’s practically giddy as he says it. “I think some of the guys also might have decided that your debt to them was enough to give you a lower score.” 

“Wha…but…?” I stutter.

“If you want to make it, you better call out and advertise!” He then walks around and starts talking to some other party goers. I try to calm myself but I can’t help but hear my voice shake. 

“Hey everyone! Please, enjoy yourself with me. Use every hole. I don’t mind, I swear! I’m a stupid filthy slut who needs this, please just fuck me until I bleed!” Tears start to drip down my face. The seconds feel like they are dragging on as well as speeding past. The time ticks down. Many guys come on and fuck me. Fuck, it’s gonna be close. 11:15, 11:30, 11:40, 11:50, 11:55. % minutes left. I look at Mason, scared to ask, but I do anyway.

“How many points am I at?” 

The silence is painful. Until he opens his mouth.

“91. You did well, but I don’t think you’re gonna make it.” Fuck. “Hey everyone, who here would like to give this bitch her last living fuck!” 

“Me!” I hear a voice call out, and see Jacob coming up. He’s the guy I owe  the most money too, and is also my ex. Please no, not him, please not him. “I'm gonna feel this bitch clench as the blade falls on her neck.” The room cheers to his declaration. I wince in pain as he wastes no time at all starting to fuck me. 

“No! Please no! How about I become your slave, please! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please let me out of here!”

“No way!” Jacob says,

“Fuck off! I wasn’t asking you!” 

“Nah, the last thing you are gonna feel is my cock inside you as I cum! And I can tell you are almost there as well!” He was right. The emotions. The tension. It was all too much. I’m about to cum, and it might happen just as the blade falls. I look over at the clock…30 seconds. I’m dead. I feel my head is grabbed to look ahead back to Mason. 

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” He asks, “I’ve always wanted to kiss a girl as she was beheaded.” My eyes widen in horror.

“You sick fuck! You did this just to fucking behead me! I’m gonna kill you, I’ll fucking do it you prick!” I scream out. But then he grabs my hair and gives me a passionate kiss. With everything that was happening, I couldn’t take it. I let out a feral moan as an orgasm wreck my whole body. Oh god yes, that feels amazing! Wait, he kissed me… NO! The last thing I hear is the sound of a latch, and the whoosh of something heavy making its way toward my neck. 

“MMF!” Is the only thing I could say. It all happened so fast. Mason’s lips quickly left my own. Or actually, I think mine left him. The world spins. I hear, no…feel, a thunk as my head hits the floor. I roll for a second, then come to a stop. I see my body…it’s rough looking and bruised. And Jacob shudders as he creams inside my pussy. Everyone is cheering…or is that just a roar in my ears…red comes across my vision…blood…please…help…no…cum…

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The rest of the party went on without a hitch. Alyssa’s body is properly used up, and eventually donated to the college cafeteria to turn into meat along with the girl who was hanged at another house. Alyssa’s head was preserved and turned into a fleshlight to be enjoyed and used by the whole house. At least Until no one wanted it anymore, and her head was destroyed and thrown away, to be replaced by another girl who was a little more eager than Alyssa.