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Guillotine Dreams2
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Are you ready A striking young man questioned the ten woman standing in a row beside the bar. 4
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He stood a tall 6''0. His shoulders spreading across the clubs door frame. His hands gripping his hips. He was raw power with sex appeal that dripped from him like the oil he had lathered on. Making his muscles tense, and bulge.6
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They called him Devon. He had seeked them out. Watching each woman night in, and night out. Biding them farewell every morning. They were his best paying customers. The woman that put his small, down town club on the map for being one of the dirtiest dance clubs in the whole of Amsterdam. 8
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Devon faced each woman doing a headcount. His fingers pointing to there lower abdomen.10
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One...Two...Three...Four...Five.12
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Devon stopped counting. He took his half empty class of scotch from the bar, flashing the woman a heart melting smile. Once he had downed the reminded of his drink. He licked his lips staring at each of the women's breasts.14
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Such juicy meat, Devon through to himself chucking manically. He threw the glass behind the counter. Letting it smash of the tiles. The sound echoed through the club, the hollow sound making all the women jump. Their skin crawling.16
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Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten, Devon counted. 18
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Brilliant. Glad you all could make it. I must say I have never seen such an exquisite, and powerful group of women in my life. I must confess, you have me intimidated. I must know how you do it?20
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Number one stepped forward. Her frown causing wrinkles to crease above her smoky , mascara clad eyes.22
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Devon swallowed, inhaling deeply. 24
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The woman looked like Roley dog. Her once pretty face ruined in the essence of time. Devon picked her for the oldest, but without the wrinkles he had chosen her as his favorite. Something about the woman screamed domination-intimidation. Only one of the ten woman standing before him would survive to go onto be his mistress. He only hoped she could survive his ordeal.26
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How do we do what? She barked. Looking around the club. Why are we even here? Nobody else is. I was told I had won a free meal. I don't see no cooks, waiters, waitresses. All I see is an empty club, and a sad man playing with himself.28
Devon tried to constrain his growing erection. Yes- she was aggressive. Demanding. The kind of woman he wanted standing by his side. Sitting at his kitchen table in a tight, little black dress. While he fed her his specialty. She would be his first critic.29
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All in good timing. Please step back- I didn't catch you name.31
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You never asked, Number one said, not backing down. She stood still for a moment staring into Devon's crystal blue eyes, before she stepped back turning away from him.33
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Devon laughed, ignoring the cold shoulder Number one had given him. 35
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It didn't matter to him what her name was. What any of their names were. He pondered the question for a moment. Success depended on how well he could cheat the women into believing his already shady lie. Number one had proven a valuable lesson Not to weaken so easily.37
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I didn't. Please forgive me. I didn't have time to look over the invitation list, and memorize all of your names. I am terrible with names, but I never forget a face, Devon said grabbing a new glass. 39
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Devon poured himself a drink, staring at the anxious women.41
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Better get this rolling, he said to himself, resting his glass on the top of the bar counter.43
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Alright well ladies. I think you have waited long enough, Devon said extending his thick, rippled arms towards the dining room entrance.45
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If you will allow me to guide you to the dining area, He said opening the dining room door. Table number seven. Once you are seated I will be with you momentarily to take your orders. 47
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The women followed Devon onto the dance floor. Their mouths wide open, gasps escaping their lips. A few women clutched their chest. Amazed at the transformation. Their eyed wandered around the black, silk curtains that surrounded the table. Candle's flickered in the light. While the disco light shimmered small flecks of silver like stars around the room.49
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It's stunning, Number four said touching the curtains. She laughed, rubbing her cheeks across the fabric, and took her seat as the table. The others followed. Every reaction was different. The room was a hot bed of admiration that made Devon's erection harden.51
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Fit for queens, Devon said pulling out a notepad, and a pen from his pocket. The women giggled. All of them had come together like a tight nit group of friends. The conversations changing from the transformation to every day life, and celebrity gossip.53
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Are you ladies ready to order? Devon asked.55
Damn right I am,chimed in number six. A voluminous, kitten with innocent eyes, and lips Devon wanted wrapped around his infernal erection easing him from the tension that was growing harder to contain.56
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Devon closed his eyes. Images of taking her into the kitchen entered his mind. He would make her sit on all fours before his cock. Stripping her naked before he did so with the blade of a steak knife. Then he would force her mouth down on him. Impale himself down her throat. Then when he was ready to shoot his load down her throat. He would wrap his hands around her throat, and drain her of her last breath. Leaving her choking on his cream. 58
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Devon snapped back to reality. He looked, scanning all the women as they pointed to the budge in his pants. Some of them had flirtatious smiles of arousal cast upon their beautiful faces. Others were looking away, either to shy to look, or to disgusted.60
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Who wants to go first? he asked cheerfully. Keeping his demeanor .62
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When he took their orders he disappeared out back to prepare for his specialty. He scrunched up the piece of paper throwing it in the bin, before he stepped over to his cooking bench and admired everything he had laid out before the women had arrived.64
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Spices of all kinds- Italian, Moroccan, Mexican, and Indian where all spread out in a line like the women had been. Beside them- mixing bowls, several choices of oil, and sharpened knives covered half of Devon's cooking bench.66
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The other half was bare, all except the sprinkling of flour he had covered the bench top in. He was a mater chef. Who loved experimenting with exotic meat. So who better than to prepare a gourmet course meal than Devon himself.68
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Tonight is their lucky day, Devon whispered to himself inhaling a few of the spices. He could still hear the women chatting. It was getting on to midnight. The would be anxious to eat. He doubted any of the women ever ate before coming to the club, so nothing was new. But he could not keep them waiting.70
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Devon stepped out into the room with a plate of nibbles, and a jug of raspberry Vodka. He placed them both on the table, turning back towards the kitchen bringing the remaining three jugs left in the kitchen, and placed them beside the others.72
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Dinner is on its way. Now before I bring you your dinner I was wondering if I could run a proposal by you beauties.74
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The table grew silent slowly. The jugs were passed around. Their glasses were filled. Devon took a deep breath. Pointing towards the kitchen.76
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The reason I asked you ladies here tonight was because you are my top customers. The award you see in the middle of the table, was won only with the help of you ten, lively, gorgeous women. I have been asked, my my manager to make a calender of you ladies, that we could sell at the counter for charity.78
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Number one took a sip of her Raspberry Vodka. She picked up the award, turning it over to pull of the photo Devon had attached to the back of the award. Google had been his savior.80
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That is his son. Devon said hanging his head. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and they are having difficulty trying to pay for his medical bills. By all means you can decline.82
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The table was filled with their decisions. It was unanimous. He had reeled them in.84
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What do you want us to do, Number eight asked. Her husky, bar voice rose above the rest.86
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All you have to do is be your beautiful selves, and step in front of the camera. You will each receive a calender free of charge, and drinks for free. Also you get the satisfaction of knowing you helped to save a young mans life.88
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The women nodded.90
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So enjoy your nibbles, and drinks. I will call you in when I am ready.92
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The women continued to eat. To drink, and to gossip. Naive to the fate that awaited them inside hells kitchen.94
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Devon tapped number ten on the shoulder. Pulling her chair way like a gentleman. He guided her towards the kitchen. Closing the door behind him, and began preparing the meat for his meal.96
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Devon led the woman one by one. Taking them by the hand, and whispered in their ears to strip. When each woman had fought him of, he stripped them himself. Twisting their arms behind their backs. Cutting the straps of their dresses, bras, and panties. Before bending down to cut their Achilles tendon so that the could not run away.100
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Now don't even think of screaming, Devon said shoving a piece of fruit into their mouths like a spit pig. When one would spit it out. Devon would slap them hard across the face, reaching for his rope, and tie it in a knot around their throat. Tough enough to hurt, yet not tight enough to strangle them.102
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"Okay sweetheart, I need you to step forwards and bend down for me,"Devon asked ushering the women towards the Guillotine, as if they had a choice in the matter. 104
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When they were tied, and gagged Devon stood each one naked on guillotine board. Bending them over. Spreading their legs wide. His cock straining painfully- Patiently waiting his turn to use them.106
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Devon ran his hands all over their bodies. Inspecting them, feeling each and every limb, pressing his fingers deep into each crevice. Feeling for each organ. When he was satisfied he dropped his hands and stood back. Admiring each girl as they stood tall.108
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When he was satisfied. He rest their head down. Making a clean shot with the blade. He did this to each woman. Each time cleaning the blade, changing his apron, and wiping the blood and sweat from his body before stepping out into the room to call upon his next victim.110
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Number one sat alone at the table. Devon eyed her body as she fidgeted. Fumbling around inside her handbag. When she pulled out her cell phone. Devon placed her meal in front of her, offering her a lap napkin, and a new glass filled with scotch.113
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How are you feeling? He asked sitting beside her. The bittersweet stench of blood filling the room. Making him hungry for what he had placed before her. 115
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Number one sipped on her scotch. She ran her fingers through her hair, and eyed the meal he had prepared especially for her.117
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Hungry, she said. I didn't think I could last any longer. You're such a tease.119
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Number one picked up her fork, stabbing it into the roasted meat. She took a bite, closing her mouth and chewed- letting out a strangled moan. Her nipples instantly hardening.121
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So tender. So juicy. So delectable she said greedily forking more.123
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My specialty, Devon said eying her arousal. He would wait until she left to finish his duties, but now he was enjoying watching his woman delight in his cuisine. Devon grinned, a tired smile. 125
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He wiped the juices from her plump carnivorous lips. Allowing her to finish her mouthful, before he pulled her into a rough, passionate kiss. Tasting the juices inside his own mouth. 127
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Delicious, Devon said, pulling away from number one. 129
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A meal fit for my queen.131
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