("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Eros' End: Messalina's Moment by Tantaluseros (tantaluseros@yahoo.com) *** At Eros' End - "The Final Bed and Breakfast" - a woman obsessed with an executed Roman empress chooses her own orgasmic exit. (MF, bi, orgy, sn, fantasy) *** As she explained it to us on the night of her farewell dinner, Melissa M. became sexually obsessed with her knowledge of the life of the notorious Messalina, wife of the Roman Emperor Claudius. Messalina's end came when she pushed her aged husband's tolerance of her sexual adventurism beyond politically tolerable limits, marrying one of her male lovers in a ceremony designed to mock the Imperial Family. Persuaded by his chamberlains that the lovely, dissolute Messalina had gone too far, Claudius instructed the Praetorian Guard to offer her the dagger. She declined, so they beheaded her by short sword... spiking her beautiful head in the Forum as a warning, mainly to family conspirators. Melissa M., a diminutive redhead with sparkling green eyes and a compact, sexually charged body, clearly was at the edge of a physical arousal when she explained to those of us gathered for her final meal that the thought of her head gazing sightless on a spike in front of others after a life of sexual dissipation, was so orgasmic that she often brought herself off just imagining the gory act of decapitation, her body falling lifeless and her eyes staring blankly into the void. It was her determination to end her own life in such a manner that she took advantage of the unique services offered here at Eros' End, the Final Bed and Breakfast. Since I clearly was the oldest of the seven witnesses she had chosen for her final act, I claimed the role of the cuckolded Claudius, it falling to me to pronounce the sentence of death upon this lovely public whore. Three of the witnesses Melissa had chosen for this gory rite were close women lovers and three male sexual acquaintances familiar with her obsession with the infamous Roman empress. As I watched them enjoy the period themed-feast and each other, I recalled the challenge Melissa had offered when she asked for the decapitation. Accordingly, I had dropped the idea of a guillotine- type device (no pun intended) in favor of a spring- loaded horizontal blade of stainless steel that would cleanly take off her head. This device would be activated by her at a moment of intense orgasm, providing a quick cut, allowing her head with its beautiful curls to fall undamaged onto a clean waiting receptacle. Thus it was that I devised my own "chair of special purpose." Once secured in the device, his or her arms open for sexual manipulation, the client is in effect sitting upright, limbs secured, with a slotted wooden collar secured around the neck. The collar is attached to a spring-loaded blade riding in the slot from behind and secured on the floor. Within reach of the client's right hand is a toggle switch, to be used at the client's moment of choice, as when being sexually manipulated by the chosen witnesses up to the moment of ultimate release. Naturally, the moment of decapitation releases a geyser of blood from the headless torso and the head itself drains quite heavily, soaking the client and his/her witnesses in a scarlet fountain. It promised to be an interesting evening. As midnight approached, Melissa, now having had several orgasms from anal and oral proddings from the male guests and having serviced (and been serviced by) the entrancing women friends, asked whether it was time to visit the chair of special purpose in the execution shed. Melissa's requests were quite specific. She was to be decapitated in the throes of ecstasy, her three women witnesses filling her cunt and ass with dildos and licking those tortured openings while the three male witnesses and myself, ejaculate over her face and hair. That is to be followed by a group portrait where we all stand naked around her spiked severed head splattered with cum, especially a large amount dripping from her dead mouth. Her headless torso would be displayed hanging upside down behind us, dripping the last of her life's blood. As her faithful attendants stripped her, Melissa walked to the waiting table containing the large spike and deep throated it just for a second, before announcing it was time and quickly took her position in the chair. She smiled warmly, urging "Hurry, please hurry" as I fastened the leather collar around her slim neck and draped a canvas shawl over her shoulders, just far enough down to not cover her delightful small breasts with their pointed, agitated nipples. "Please hurry," she asked again and in obedience her three women friends quickly inserted the battery- powered dildos into her openings and began their oral ministrations. The three other male witnesses and I, fervently aroused by the scene's increasing sexual intensity, began masturbating in front of her open eyes and mouth as she entered her final erotic throes and the men, myself included, one by one, covered her with heavy loads of cum. From the corner of my eye, as I blew my load into her waiting mouth, I saw Melissa's thumb pressed the toggle. Immediately the foot long stainless blade shot forward and with an audible chunking sound her head flew off behind her onto a waiting pile of straw, a fountain of blood and cum following it to a dull thud on the floor. Secured to the chair, Melissa's headless corpse continued to spasm as the rush of blood spouted over the six witnesses and myself, spattering our bodies with the last of her life's fluids. It was up to me to bend down, grasp the severed head by her long, cum-covered tresses and holds it high, proclaiming, "Thus die all enemies of the Emperor." With that I firmly pushed it down on the waiting spike, the eyes blinking once more before taking on that open stare of death. We posed for the shot, all seven of us spattered with cum, urine and blood, gathered around her staring sightless head, for the required photos. It was a glorious end for Melissa, or, as she wanted to be known, Messalina. Above my desk in Eros' End I have an enhanced photo of her open mouth, with a huge gob of my cum dripping from one corner of her lips. How may we serve you at Eros' End? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64