Satiated finally, Margot rested on his broad chest, breathing heavily, feeling him still hard, still filling her. She raised her head slowly, finally, and smiled at him.

“That was good. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh huh,” Chuck nodded slowly, his head being the only part of his body he could move voluntarily. After a few minutes, Margot seemed to recover, and carefully lifted herself off Chuck’s rock-hard penis. He groaned in frustration, desperate for release.

Rolling off the bed, Margot stood and surveyed him for a moment with apparent amusement. She reached down and tightened the strap about his midriff, then went back to the cabinet in the corner of the room.

She brought out a strap and pad assembly, and threaded the first strap under his neck, around the back of his head. There was a broad and soft leather pad that covered his mouth completely, then another strap went over the top of his head. She fastened the strap buckles and cinched them down, tightly. Chuck found quickly that he could only breathe through his nose. He tried to quell his rising anxiety. He started having second thoughts about his decision to come to Margot’s remote abode, far from the village and from other people.

“You can still make noise, Mister Carter” said Margot. “But, I don’t want you to scream. A man screaming is most unpleasant and pains my ears. So I make certain you are quiet, yes?”

Chucks eyes rolled wildly and he made a stifled “Mmmfffff!” sound from under the thick leather pad covering his mouth.

Margot stood next to the bed and regarded his immobilized and gagged form for a moment with obvious satisfaction.

“Now Mister Carter – Chuck – is time for what we say, the ‘pièce de résistance’, what you have been waiting for, the thing you desire most. The English borrowed those words from us, do you Americans use it also? I think they do.”

Chuck nodded mutely.

“Now, you should be standing for this. No, don’t get up, Mister Carter,” she laughed. “I will do it for you.”

Margot checked his straps again, then began to pull on the rope passing through the system of pulleys attached to the ceiling beams above Chuck’s head. The head of the bed began to rise smoothly into the air, tilting up. As it rose, the foot of the bed began to roll toward the wall on its wooden wheels. Chuck realized that the whole bed, with his supine body firmly bound to its frame, was tilting, rising toward the vertical, as Margot continued hauling on the rope.

In less than a minute, the bed – with Chuck securely attached – was vertical, his sun-bronzed body spread-eagled across the bed frame, feet now flat on the rough wooden floor so he was standing, legs widespread. Chuck’s massive, still-erect penis, projecting above the horizontal from his bound form, suddenly seemed terribly vulnerable.

Margot secured the rope end to a nautical-looking davit on the wall, approached him, and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek. She lightly stroked his erection with her right hand, then squeezed it firmly to assess its hardness.

“I’m certain he will like this,” she assured him, with a laugh, “…but you look doubtful.” Chuck mutely stared into her eyes, trying vainly to learn if this woman was offering him rapturous release, or unknown terror.

“Have you heard of the Marquis de Sade?” she asked abruptly. “I find his works intriguing, in many ways. He was surely a most … open-minded writer, do you think?” Chuck’s eyes bulged at the mention of the Marquis, and his head shook violently from side to side, with more “Mmmmffff!” sounds coming through the leather pad of the gag over his mouth.

“I don’t know why you respond so,” said Margot firmly. “Have you actually read what he wrote? Monsieur le Marquis wrote many political works, as well as treatises on sex – as do I. Among you Americans I am sure he has an awful reputation. And, I detest how he behaves toward women – but I can’t help but take pleasure in applying some of his ideas to a willing male. You are a willing male, are you not? You came with me of your own free will. You permitted me to bind you.

“We have a great deal in common, you and I. We are both aroused by certain forms of cruelty and … genital abuse. One may find joy and release in pain, and seek pleasure so intense it brings pain.”

Margot gave his still-rigid penis a playful squeeze.

“I can see he likes this, bien sur. Your face displays anxiety, yet he is quite eager, isn’t he?” She struck his rigid member from the side with an open palm, and watched with satisfaction as it swung side to side from the impact.

She walked away. Chuck watched her lovely backside sway as she walked. He was confused, yet more aroused by this woman than he had ever felt in his life. His penis ached now from her bites, the violent intercourse, the intensity and duration of this prolonged erection. His whole body was desperate for release.

Margot opened a tall closet door. She pulled out something large that he couldn’t see clearly at first, until she turned around and rolled it, on its four caster wheels, toward him across the smooth wide floorboards.

Chuck’s eyes widened with astonishment, and the first twinges of genuine fear clutched at his heart. With a smile of anticipation on her face, Margo was wheeling toward him nothing less than a miniaturized guillotine!

The machine reached nearly to the ceiling, its twin vertical posts higher than the top of his head. Below the top crossbar hung a steel blade with horizontal edge, a rope and pulley holding it suspended at the top of the device. Chuck’s eyes could make out the release mechanism to one side of the blade, with a cord hanging down most of the way to the floor.

There could be no doubt as to its intended function: the two-part lunette appeared to be precisely the right height and size – for a large man’s erect penis.

Chuck began to struggle, but in vain. Margot knew her straps and knots well. He belatedly realized that, blinded by his lust, he had fallen into the lair of a madwoman,; his only hope lay in escape – and if he didn’t succeed at that, he was going to be violently emasculated, very soon. Unprompted, the scenes he had so recently witnessed in the village square began playing in his head – the victims’ hopeless struggles, doomed genitals projecting through the lunette; the huge blade dropping, the abrupt tumbling of a severed penis, the spray of blood and semen from where it had once been attached to its terrified victim.

Margot worked quickly, seemingly oblivious to Chuck’s struggles and muffled protests. She pushed the apparatus toward him until the lunette’s lower section was directly under his erection, then carefully maneuvered it closer until the machine was lightly pressing against his thighs and his hard flat belly. With her foot, she pushed a pedal on the base of the machine, applying a brake that prevented it from rolling.

“Bien,” said Margot, as she pulled the hinged upper half of the lunette down over the base of his still-rigid penis. It latched with a loud clicking sound. The cold brass lining the lunette aperture, pressing against his skin, was a physical shock to his member, and the utter hopelessness of his position struck him like a thunderclap. The woman was determined to go through with it!

Margot stood in front of him and gazed directly into his eyes, through the frame of her infernal machine.

“I know you very much want to cum again, so I will grant you that pleasure,” she said calmly. “You will greatly enjoy this, I’m sure.” With that, she knelt down in front of Chuck and the apparatus, and took him into her mouth again. With her right hand, she began simultaneously stroking the length of his shaft, nearer his body, that wouldn’t fit into her mouth. With her left hand, she grasped the brass ring at the end of the cord hanging down from the machine’s release mechanism.

Chuck thought his fear would render him flaccid, finally – but Margot’s expert manipulations put an end to that idea, and she felt him grow hard again in her mouth, and in her hand. She proceeded to vigorously fellate him, this time not holding back in any way – although her teeth did make occasional new “indentations” in the process. Chuck’s head thrashed back and forth, eyes wild, realizing she was going to pull the cord at the onset of his ejaculation.

He tried madly, but in vain, to suppress his growing arousal. It was hopeless; Margot was too good, knowing precisely what would bring him over that terrible edge, to his final ejaculation.

Suddenly Chuck ceased struggling, overwhelmed by the sensations of imminent and long-delayed orgasm. His entire body went rigid, and his midsection – although confined by the broad leather strap – suddenly thrust forward, pushing his erection out another half-inch through the machine’s lunette. Margot glanced up at him quickly, continuing her oral attentions, while compressing the base of his penis firmly with her right hand to detect the onset of ejaculation.

Chuck groaned, finally surrendering to the inevitable. She felt his penis swelling abruptly in her mouth and between her fingers. She took her mouth away and began rapid full-length strokes with her hand. Chuck’s cock seemed to rear up, almost tearing itself from her firm grip, and launched a powerful jet of hot semen that splashed against the side of her face, spraying droplets past her into the room.

“Oh, good Chuck!” she exclaimed in encouragement. “Encore, more…” and he complied with another spurt that shot past her left ear.

“Now!” Margot said quietly. She pulled down sharply on the brass ring, as cum spattered to the floor behind her.

Chuck heard the loud click of the release. His eyes widened in horror as they followed the heavy steel blade beginning its descent, accelerating rapidly, relentlessly, and then out of his field of vision.

Margot stroked quickly again in synchrony with his rhythmic spasms, as Chuck’s body jerked violently. His body launched a third jet of semen toward her. He heard the blade sing a rising steely note as it accelerated down its guide channels toward his trapped member. His just-launched cum splattered against Margot’s arm.

The blade hit its stops with a deep thudding sound, and Chuck felt an abrupt flash of pain at the base of his penis that resonated through his entire body like an electric shock. He convulsed in his bonds and realized he was still ejaculating helplessly, like the last youth emasculated in the village square. An overwhelming surge of pleasure rose again, deep in the roots of his penis, and coursed outward like a growing and unstoppable tidal wave, and he saw another spurt fly away, toward Margot’s jubilant smile. It struck her on the chin.

Margot’s right hand was still firmly wrapped around his spasming cock and she stroked him again. Chuck realized he was feeling the coolness of her hand sliding the full length of his erection. He could feel the intense pleasure of his continuing ejaculation, all the way to the tip. Margot was not pulling his severed member away from his body, and there was no blood.

Margot leaned forward and he felt the warm wetness of her mouth, the artful swirling of her tongue around the swollen throbbing head as she accepted his fading offering, gently sucking it from him and swallowing it down. His body sagged in his bonds as his spasms died slowly. For the first time in his adventurous life, Chuck fainted.