Damsel in Distress Five - Don't Lose Your Head! (Part 1)
Kelly Ann slowly woke up feeling very groggy. She was laying on her stomach, a position she rarely slept in, so that was a bit weird. And her arms and legs were hanging off the bed, almost like she was laying on a small, but padded, table. She tried to open her eyes, to see what was going on, but her eyelids only responded slowly to her commands and her limbs wouldn't move, as if they were restrained somehow. And her head...her head felt as if it was in one of the old-time wooden stocks they used for prisoners.
"I see we are awake now, My Pretty!"
The way too familiar voice snapped Kelly Ann full consciousness. Opening her eyes she found herself in a barn, and from the look of it, an abandoned barn. Hay was scattered across the floor and oddly, right in front of her was big brass bed that had seen better days. Standing in front of the bed, was a tall women, a decade older than Kelly Ann wearing a tight, black leather skirt and top. In her gloved hands was a riding crop. Kelly Ann recognized her at once as her evil Aunt Suzanne.
Behind Suzanne, lounging on the bed were three men dressed in loose pants and shirts, with boots, and all having beards. The first thought that came into Kelly Ann's head was that they were some kind of pirates or low life highway men.
"I-I thought you were killed in the swamp!" Kelly Ann stuttered. "They said you must have died!"
The dark haired woman grinned an angry smile, "'Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated,' to quote Mr. Twain," she replied. "I nearly did come to my end in that hellish marsh," she continued. "Existing on putrid water and having to wrestle an alligator, kill it, eat it raw, to keep from starving wasn't exactly fun. Thank goodness I had my girl scout survival training!"
"After a couple of weeks I was able to wait out the police and emerge from the swamp after they'd given up. However, lingering in that drearily place gave me plenty of time to think up a wonderful way to do you in, my dear, now that you are back in my clutches. And soon I will obtain your fortune," she laughed.
"How did you get me out my mansion?" Kelly Ann demanded.
"Oh, it wasn't easy," Suzanne replied. "Abdul, here, got a nasty bite from your Dobermans' the first time he snuck onto the grounds." One of the men pulled up a pant leg to reveal a healing wound. "So the next time we, tranquilized them with some drugged meat. Then it was easy enough for Abdul to create a distraction at the far end of the compound that brought your over-muscled bodyguard running to find out what was going on, while Carlos and Franco drugged you and smuggled you back to me, here."
"Don't you ever give up?" Kelly Ann cried. "I've written you out of the will. You will never inherit the family fortune!"
"Well, we will see about that," Suzanne replied. "It's amazing what a shady lawyer can do if he sees there is enough money in it. Anyway, at this point it isn't just the money, which I so richly deserve. It's also about taking my revenge on you for all that I've suffered!"
"You will never get away with this," Kelly Ann said defiantly. "Your last few plans failed and this one will too!"
"Don't be so confident," the woman replied. "Let me show you first what I have in store for you."
She walked to a full-length mirror that was sitting to the left of Kelly Ann's field of vision and adjusted it so the blonde, blue-eyed, petite girl could see herself.
The reflection showed Kelly Ann that her head was indeed imprisoned in a wooden device, but it wasn't a stock. Two vertical beams stretched up on either side of her and terminated in a crossbar. Hanging from the crossbar was a wicked looking metal blade, held in place by a rope. The rope ran through a set of pulleys and was tied off just to the left the girl's head at the bottom of the beam. Kelly Ann felt an involuntary shiver go through her body.
"I'm sure you recognize this device as a guillotine," Suzanne remarked. "Not really a new invention, but very effective. However, let me draw your attention to what directly behind you."
Suzanne swung the mirror a bit more and a machine with gears and levers came into view directly behind Kelly Ann's butt. A rod sticking out from the device ended in a rubber replica of a very large, male cock.
"I call this my fucking machine," the woman explained. "Switch it on and it moves back and forth, thrusting itself into its subject. Beneath the fake cock is also a soft brush that caresses the subjects clit. Eventually it produces the most wonder, intense and powerful orgasms in its victim."
"Why would you want to do that for me?" Kelly Ann replied, confused.
"Let me show you," Suzanne replied, untying the rope on the guillotine, and letting the blade fall.
Kelly Ann's heart skipped a beat as she heard the steel wedge start to slide down the track toward her neck. Suzanne, however, grabbed the rope after it had only gone a foot or so, and brought the blade to a stop.
"A bit nervous, my dear?" she said with a wicked giggle. Suzanne, then pulled the rope, lifting the blade back to the top, then ran the cord through a roller attached to the beam, allowing the rope to make a 90 degree turn an pass right in front of Kelly Ann's face.
"Open wide," demanded Suzanne.