“Its just a Prop”
The theater had been closed for nearly an hour, but the back hallways were still dimly lit by emergency lights. Kat strutted confidently as if the two of them weren't breaking and entering, while Milo crept behind her, paranoid about getting caught.
Kat and Milo were like two opposite poles of a magnet; despite being wildly different, the two attracted each other.
Kat was a dark and imposing gothic woman; she wore black makeup and had tons of black tattoos all over her pale skin. Her face was covered in piercings. She had long black hair styled in two thick braids and was currently wearing a tight black off-shoulder top, Striped black, gray thigh-high stockings and black combat boots. Milo was a rather soft and cute man, being relatively short and slim having long messy dark hair that covered his face. Currently wearing an oversized black T-shirt and baggy gray pants.
“Kat… are you sure we’re allowed to be back here?” Milo asked quietly.
Kat glanced over her shoulder with a slow, sardonic smile. Her black lipstick made the expression look even more dangerous.
“Relax, pretty boy. The show’s over. Everyone’s gone. We’re just… exploring.”
Milo swallowed. He knew that tone. Kat didn’t really ask for permission for anything. She just decided what she wanted and dragged him along with her. He was used to it by now. Being her friend (with benefits) meant going along with her weird, morbid little adventures.
They eventually found a heavy metal door labeled “STORAGE PROPS & EQUIPMENT”. Kat tried the handle. It was unlocked.
She pushed it open.
The room was large, dimly lit, and smelled like old wood, dust, and metal. Racks of costumes, fake swords, and stage furniture filled the space. In the center of the room, under a single hanging bulb, stood something that made Milo’s stomach drop.
A real looking guillotine.
It was tall, made of dark wood and iron, with a heavy, angled blade suspended at the top. The lunette was open; thick rope ran from the blade mechanism up to a hook on the ceiling.
Kat’s eyes lit up.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, walking straight toward it. “This is the one from the magic show earlier. The ‘execution’ trick.”
Milo stayed near the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Kat… that thing looks real.”
“It’s a prop,” she said dismissively, running her pale fingers along the wooden frame. “They use it for the act where the magician ‘cuts’ someone’s head off. It’s all fake. Look.”
She grabbed the rope and gave it a light tug. The blade didn’t move.
“See? Completely safe.”
Milo didn’t look convinced.
Kat turned to him, her dark eyes gleaming with that familiar dangerous excitement. She tilted her head, braids swinging.
“Get in.”
Milo’s eyes widened. “What? No. No way.”
“Come on,” Kat said, stepping closer to him. Her voice dropped into that low, commanding tone she used when she wanted something. “It’ll be fun. I’ll lock you in, put the rope in your mouth, and then… I’ll make you feel really good.”
Milo’s face turned red. He looked at the guillotine, then back at her.
“Kat, that’s… that’s insane. What if it’s actually real?”
Kat rolled her eyes, but there was a small, amused smile on her lips.
“It’s not real, Milo. It’s theater. They wouldn’t have an actual working guillotine on stage.” She stepped even closer and gently grabbed the front of his oversized t-shirt, pulling him toward her. “Trust me. I just want to play with you a little. Edge you while you’re stuck. Make you beg.”
Milo’s breath hitched. He was already getting hard just from her words.
Kat leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck, right below his ear.
“I’ll take care of you,” she murmured. “I always do.”
Milo hesitated for a long moment, his face burning. Finally, he gave a small, nervous nod.
“…Okay.”
Kat’s smile widened. She took his hand and led him to the guillotine.
Milo laid down on the narrow bench, his heart pounding. Kat carefully lowered the top half of the lunette over his neck, then locked it in place with a heavy wooden pin. The collar wasn’t tight, but it was secure. He couldn’t lift his head.
Then Kat took the rope that held the blade and gently placed it between Milo’s lips.
“Bite down,” she instructed softly. “Don’t let go, no matter what.”
Milo obeyed, teeth clamping around the thick rope. His greenish eyes looked up at her nervously.
Kat stood over him, looking down at his trapped body with obvious satisfaction.
“Good boy,” she said, her voice low and pleased. “Now… let’s have some fun.”
Kat knelt between Milo’s spread legs, her black combat boots planted firmly on the dusty floor. The guillotine’s wooden frame creaked softly as Milo shifted nervously beneath the locked collar. The thick rope was still clenched between his teeth, his greenish eyes wide and anxious as he looked down at her.
Kat’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement.
“Look at you,” she murmured, her black-painted lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “All locked up and helpless. You’re shaking already, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She reached out and ran a single pale finger slowly up the length of his cock through his open pants. Milo’s hips twitched.
“Kat…” he mumbled around the rope, voice small and nervous.
“Shhh.” She gave him a sharp look. “You’re not allowed to talk unless I say so. Just hold onto that rope like a good boy.”
Milo whimpered softly but obeyed, biting down harder on the thick cord.
Kat took her time.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his baggy pants and slowly pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his long, thin cock. It stood up stiffly, already leaking at the tip. Ten inches of pale, sensitive flesh twitched in the cool air of the storage room.
Kat tilted her head, studying it like she was admiring a piece of art.
“Such a pretty cock for such a shy little thing,” she said, almost mockingly sweet. “It’s already so hard. Were you thinking about this while we were watching the show? Imagining me doing filthy things to you?”
Milo’s face burned. He couldn’t answer properly with the rope in his mouth, so he just made a small, embarrassed sound.
Kat chuckled darkly.
She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way up to the sensitive head. Milo’s entire body jerked against the guillotine.
“Mmmph!”
“Sensitive already?” Kat teased, her warm breath ghosting over his wet tip. “We’re going to be here for a while, Milo. I’m not letting you cum until I’m ready.”
She started slow.
Kat wrapped her black painted fingers around the base of his cock and gave him one long, deliberate stroke from root to tip. Her tongue followed right after, circling the swollen head before flicking lightly over the slit. Milo’s thighs trembled.
Every movement was deliberate. She would stroke him a few times, then stop completely, letting his cock throb in her hand while she watched his face. Whenever he started to get too close, she would squeeze the base tightly and press her thumb against the underside of his tip, denying him.
“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” she said calmly, like she was giving simple instructions. “If you let go of that rope, I’ll be very disappointed.”
Milo was already struggling. His breathing was quick and shaky through his nose. Every time Kat’s tongue dragged over the sensitive ridge beneath his cockhead, his hips bucked involuntarily.
Kat took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked gently, her tongue swirling slowly around it. Milo let out a high, muffled whine around the rope.
She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at him.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, stroking him slowly with her hand. “Tell me how it feels.”
Milo tried to speak around the rope. “Mmmph… g-good… t-too good…”
Kat smiled, pleased.
She went back to work.
For what felt like a very long time, she edged him mercilessly. She would suck and stroke him until his cock was twitching violently in her mouth and his hips were lifting off the bench, then she would stop completely. Sometimes she would just lick slow, teasing stripes along his shaft while her fingers gently massaged his balls.
“You’re leaking so much,” she observed, rubbing her thumb over his slick tip. “Poor thing. You must be so desperate.”
Milo was whimpering constantly now, his eyes glassy. His hands were gripping the sides of the guillotine bench so tightly his knuckles were white.
Kat leaned in close again, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she spoke.
“I’m going to make you cum soon,” she said softly. “But when you do, you have to keep holding the rope. Understand?”
Milo nodded frantically.
Kat took him back into her mouth, this time sucking deeper and faster. Her hand stroked the lower half of his cock in time with her mouth. She focused especially on the sensitive tip, swirling her tongue around it and sucking firmly every time she pulled up.
Milo’s muffled moans grew louder and more desperate.
Kat could feel him getting close. His cock was throbbing hard against her tongue, and his hips were jerking in small, helpless movements.
She pulled off just long enough to speak.
“That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice low and commanding. “Cum for me, Milo. Let it all out.”
She took him back into her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his sensitive tip.
Milo’s entire body went rigid.
His eyes rolled back as he came. Thick ropes of cum shot into Kat’s mouth as his cock pulsed violently. The pleasure was overwhelming; his sensitive tip felt like it was burning with bliss as wave after wave of intense sensation crashed through his shaft. Kat kept sucking even as he came; it was too much; he couldn't take it anymore.
"GAH!!.. haaaahhnngh!!" Milo screamed aloud, opening his mouth, letting the rope slip from between his teeth.
The heavy blade dropped.
A loud metallic *SHHHK* could be heard as the sharp blade cut through the air.
Milo’s eyes went wide for a single second.
With a heavy *THUNK!!* the blade came down.
Kat felt Milo jolt before she even fully processed what had happened. Milo suddenly tensed, thrusting deep into her throat. His already ejaculating cock started to throb more violently, his cum shot out so powerfully it actually hurt.
She pulled back, coughing and spitting, her eyes wide with shock.
Milo was now headless, his body twitching violently beneath the guillotine. His cock continued to spurt thick ropes of cum even as blood poured from the clean cut where his head had been. The spasms were violent, his arms and legs jerked uncontrollably, and his hips bucked hard, his still-hard cock slapping against his stomach as it kept cumming.
Kat stared, stunned.
She genuinely hadn’t thought the guillotine was real... Why would it be real!?
"GLLLRRRGGHH—ACK—SPPHT!"
Milo's severed throat made blood bubbly gurgles as blood jetted out his severed neck. Milo's head had fallen into the basket beneath the blade, his expression frozen in a mix of shock and lingering pleasure.
But his body…
His headless corpse was still moving. Still cumming. Still humping the air like it didn’t realize its head was gone.
Kat’s heart was pounding. Her breathing had gone shallow.
She should have been screaming. She should have been running. Instead, she felt something dark and molten pooling between her legs. Her pussy got wet as she watched his cock continue to throb and jerk, her clit and labia beginning to swell.
“…Fuck,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
The sight was grotesque. It was horrifying.
It was also the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life.
Kat slowly stood up, her black off-shoulder top stained with blood. She looked down at Milo’s violently convulsing corpse, her dark eyes wide and glassy with a sick kind of arousal.
“You’re still hard,” she said softly, almost to herself. “Even without a head… you’re still fucking hard.”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hot and slick with cum. The moment she touched it, Milo’s hips jerked harder, his corpse humping upward into her hand.
Kat let out a shaky, breathless laugh.
“You greedy little thing,” she muttered. “Even dead, you still obey me.”
She stared at his twitching body for a few more seconds, and felt something inside her snap.
She wanted it.
She wanted to fuck it.
Kat reached under her short black skirt and hooked her fingers into her panties, yanking them down her thighs and stepping out of them. Her pale thighs were already slick. She climbed up onto the narrow bench, straddling Milo’s violently jerking corpse.
His cock stood straight up between them, still hard and leaking.
Kat reached down and lined herself up. She didn’t hesitate.
She sank down onto him in one smooth motion.
The moment his cock pushed inside her, Kat let out a long, low moan. He was still so warm. So hard. Her pussy stretched around his length as she took him all the way to the base.
“Oh my god…” she breathed.
Milo’s corpse immediately reacted.
The moment Kat’s weight settled on him, his body started convulsing even harder. His hips bucked upward violently, nearly throwing her off. His arms twitched and jerked at his sides. His thighs trembled beneath her.
Kat had to grab onto the wooden sides of the guillotine just to stay upright.
“Woah!” she gasped, laughing breathlessly. “You’re really going crazy down there, huh?”
She started moving.
At first, she tried to ride him slowly, rolling her hips in small circles, but Milo’s corpse wasn’t having it. Every few seconds his body would seize up and thrust upward hard, forcing his cock deeper into her. The violent, unpredictable movements made it almost impossible to control the pace.
Kat’s head fell back as she moaned.
Every time his cock drove up into her, she could feel it dragging against her sensitive walls. The constant, erratic thrusting was rubbing against her clit with every movement. It was chaotic. It was overwhelming.
And she fucking loved it.
She started riding him harder, bouncing on his cock despite the violent spasms beneath her. Every time she dropped down, Milo’s corpse would buck up to meet her, the impact making her ass slap against his thighs.
“Shit, you dig in me so deep like this,” Kat groaned, her voice already getting breathy. “Even without a brain, your cock still knows exactly where to hit.”
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest as she rode him. Blood from the stump of his neck had soaked into his shirt. Kat didn’t care. She ground down hard, rolling her hips so that her clit dragged against the base of his cock with every movement. Milo’s body kept twitching beneath her. His hips would suddenly jerk upward without warning, forcing a sharp moan out of Kat’s throat. Sometimes the spasms were so violent she had to hold on tight just to keep from being thrown off.
She was getting wetter by the second.
Kat started laughing, a breathless, slightly unhinged sound.
“This is so fucked up,” she panted, still bouncing on his cock. “You’re dead… and I’m riding your corpse like a fucking dildo.”
She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit in fast circles while she rode him. The combination of his cock pounding into her and her fingers on her sensitive bud was quickly pushing her toward the edge.
But she wasn’t ready to cum yet.
Not even close.
Kat leaned down closer to what remained of Milo’s neck, her lips brushing against the bloody stump as she spoke.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. “Even like this… your cock is still making me feel so fucking good.”
Milo’s corpse suddenly gave an especially violent spasm beneath her. His hips snapped upward hard, burying his cock as deep as it could go. At the same time, Kat felt his cock throb inside her... hard.
He was cumming again.
Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded into Kat’s pussy as Milo’s headless body continued to jerk and buck beneath her. The sensation of being filled while his corpse convulsed wildly under her made Kat’s eyes roll back.
“Mmmphhh fuck yes,” she moaned, grinding down harder. “Good boy Milo, keep cumming… fill me up baby.”
The moment he started cumming inside her, Milo’s spasms became even more violent. His entire body was thrashing now, his hips bucking so hard and so fast that Kat could barely stay on top of him. She was being thrown around like she was trying to ride a mechanical bull.
And she was laughing.
Kat threw her head back and let out a wild, manic laugh as she kept bouncing on his cock, even as his corpse continued to cum inside her and thrash beneath her.
“This is the best dick I’ve ever had,” she gasped between moans and laughter.
Kat was losing control.
Milo’s headless corpse was still cumming inside her, thick pulses of hot cum flooding her pussy while his body thrashed violently beneath her. Every time another spurt left his cock, his hips would snap upward hard, nearly throwing her off. His legs kicked. His arms twitched and jerked. The entire bench beneath them creaked and shook from the force of his convulsions.
Kat had both hands braced against his chest, using all of her weight to stay on top of him. Her thick thighs trembled as she tried to keep riding through the chaos.
“Fuck! fuck! Nnnngh!!!, He's going crazy,” she gasped, laughing breathlessly.
Every violent thrust forced his cock deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him dragging against her sensitive walls, the head of his cock rubbing right against that spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, grinding against the base of his cock every time she dropped down.
The constant, erratic movement was driving her insane.
Kat started riding him harder, bouncing on his cock with messy, desperate movements. She didn’t care about rhythm anymore she just needed more. Every time Milo’s corpse bucked up into her, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her clit and deep into her pussy.
“Yes!, just like that,” she moaned, her voice getting higher. “Keep fucking me Milo!."
Kat’s head fell forward, her braids swinging as she moaned loudly.
Milo’s body gave another violent spasm beneath her. His hips snapped up hard, burying his cock to the hilt as another thick load of cum flooded into her. The force of it made Kat cry out, her free hand gripping his blood-soaked shirt.
She was getting close.
Really close.
Kat started grinding down harder, rolling her hips in tight circles so that her swollen clit dragged against him with every movement. The combination of his cock stretching her open and the constant, unpredictable thrusting from his convulsing corpse was pushing her toward the edge faster than she expected.
“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking corpse…”
She leaned forward, bracing both hands on his chest again as she rode him with everything she had. Her ass slapped against his thighs with every bounce. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock every time he thrust up into her.
Kat’s breathing turned ragged.
Her clit was burning with pleasure. Every grind of her hips sent sharp, electric sparks shooting through her. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around Milo’s cock as the pressure inside her built higher and higher.
“Come on,” she gasped, almost begging now. “Make me cum… make me cum on your dead cock”
Milo’s corpse suddenly seized up beneath her.
His back arched hard off the bench. His hips bucked upward with brutal force, slamming his cock as deep as it could go. At the same time, Kat felt his cock throb violently inside her as he came again another thick, hot flood of cum pouring into her already overflowing pussy.
That was what finally pushed her over.
Kat’s entire body went rigid.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream before a loud, broken moan tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down hard around Milo’s cock as her orgasm crashed through her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through her body, her clit pulsing, her walls fluttering and squeezing, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
She kept grinding through it, unable to stop moving even as the pleasure became almost too much.
“I'M CUMMING!!!.. Eugh!-Aughhhhhhhh!!” she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Every time Milo’s corpse gave another violent jerk beneath her, it sent another sharp pulse of pleasure through her oversensitive clit and pussy. She could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, still cumming even as she came all over him. Her juices mixed with his cum, leaking out around his cock and dripping down his thighs.
Kat stayed on top of him through the entire thing, her body trembling as the aftershocks rolled through her. She kept rolling her hips in small, shaky movements, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
Eventually, the intensity started to fade.
Kat slumped forward, breathing hard. Her forehead rested against Milo’s bloodstained chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy was still clenching weakly around his cock with every aftershock.
Milo’s corpse was still twitching beneath her, but the movements were slowly starting to weaken. The violent, full-body spasms were becoming smaller, more sporadic jerks.
Kat let out a low, shaky laugh.
“Holy shit…” she whispered, voice hoarse. “That was… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
She slowly sat up, wincing slightly as she felt Milo’s cock shift inside her oversensitive pussy. Cum immediately started leaking out around him, thick and warm, running down her thighs and soaking into what remained of his clothes. She stayed on top of him for a little while longer, gently rolling her hips as she enjoyed the last few aftershocks.
Then, with a soft sigh, she finally lifted herself off of him.
Milo’s cock slipped out of her with a wet sound. A thick flood of cum poured out of her pussy the moment he was gone, running down her thighs in messy rivulets.
Kat stood over Milo’s body, her legs still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as the last few weak twitches ran through his corpse. His arms gave one final, sluggish jerk before falling still. His hips, which had been bucking and thrusting violently only minutes ago, slowly settled. The long, hard cock that had been buried inside her was now softening against his stomach, still shiny with a mixture of their fluids.
The violent convulsions had finally stopped.
Milo’s headless body lay limp on the bench of the guillotine, completely motionless for the first time since the blade had dropped.
Kat let out a slow breath.
“Well…” she murmured, voice still a little hoarse. “That was something.”
She reached down and ran two fingers along her swollen pussy, feeling the thick cum still leaking out of her. It ran down her inner thighs in warm rivulets, mixing with her own wetness. She didn’t bother cleaning it up. Instead, she simply pulled her panties and skirt back into place, letting the mess stay where it was.
She liked the feeling of it.
Kat turned her attention to the basket beneath the guillotine.
Milo’s head rested inside it, tilted slightly to the side. His face was frozen in that final expression, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, caught somewhere between overwhelming pleasure and sudden shock. There was something strangely peaceful about it. Almost blissful.
Kat crouched down and carefully lifted his head out of the basket. It was heavier than she expected. She held it in both hands for a moment, studying his face under the dim light of the storage room.
“You really did cum your brains out, huh?” she said quietly, a small, dark smile tugging at her black-painted lips. “Literally.”
She ran her thumb gently across his cheek, wiping away a smear of blood.
“I didn’t think it was real either,” she admitted, almost conversationally. “I thought you were just being dramatic when you got scared. Turns out you were right to be nervous.”
Kat tilted her head, still looking at his face.
“But… you didn’t seem to mind in the end.” Her smile widened slightly.
She stood up, still holding Milo’s head under one arm like it was nothing more than a strange souvenir. With her free hand, she reached into her bag and pulled out a dark cloth, wrapping it around his head before tucking it inside.
Kat took one last look at Milo’s limp, headless corpse lying on the guillotine.
Blood had pooled beneath the bench. His clothes were soaked. The entire storage room smelled like metal, sweat, and sex.
She didn’t feel guilty.
She felt… satisfied.
“See you around, pretty boy,” she said softly, almost fondly. “Thanks for the ride.”
Kat turned and walked toward the door without looking back.
The next morning, two theater staff members entered the storage room to begin packing up the props from the previous night’s show.
They found the guillotine first.
Then they found what was left of Milo.
One of them screamed.
The other immediately ran to call the police.
By the time the authorities arrived, Milo’s headless corpse was already cold. The only signs that anything unusual had happened were the dried cum on his stomach and thighs, the blood-soaked bench, and the fact that his head was nowhere to be found. The police would later determine that his death was an accident, most likely a kinky role play gone wrong.
However, where Milo's head had gone was a mystery that was never solved