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Eros' End: Messalina's Moment
by Tantaluseros (tantaluseros@yahoo.com)
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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)
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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?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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