Jordana took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. 

"Come in" 

A second after Matt's metallic voice there was a click and she pushed the door open into the warehouse and her next adventure. Lisa was waiting on the other side, smiling warmly. She was totally naked but seemed quite unconcerned. Jordana blushed a little not sure where to look. She figured she had a lot to get used to if this was to become a regular thing.

"Hi Jordana , good to see you, come on in."

" I , er, Hi, good, you look ... " 

Lisa grinned as she led the pretty newcomer to the workshop area. 

"Hi Jordana" Matt looked up from the box he was fiddling with. Smiling he put down his screwdriver. " Ready ? " 

"I guess as ready as I will ever be." 

"OK lets gets started..."

Jordana watched nervously as Lisa pushed out a platform on low wheels. It was about eighteen inches deep and maybe three feet by two across. Having only a vague idea of what would be happening next was not helping the petite brunette stay calm. Her heart was pounding, and her palms were clammy. Matt nodded calmly and Jordana took another deep breath. This was it, no going back now. She undid her black mac and let it slide to the floor. She was shorter than Lisa and her figure was more athletic than curvy, but once she had shed her coat she was just as naked.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur for Jordana. Lisa directed her into place, kneeling on the small platform knees a bit apart. Matt used metal straps screwed tightly into the wood to secure her ankles. The bindings were tight. No chance of getting free. Lisa positioned a wooden board on its edge infront of Jordana. Its top had a half moon cut out which fitted her neck neatly as Lisa had her lean forward. Another piece of wood completed a neck stock, which once again was made secure with wood screws. 

"Now for the fun parts..." 

Matt smiled and secured Jordana's hands behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. Jordana couldnt help but suck in a deep breath, this was getting very real now. She gasped again as she realised Lisa was now cupping her small pert breasts, rubbing the nipples skillfully, making them throb. Jordana relaxed trying to enjoy the sensation but it was replaced with a sharp bite as what felt like a clamp dug into each tender bud in turn. The stock meant that Jordana was unable to see anything behind her even if she tried to crane her neck around, but it was obvious that something was pulling down on each clamp. She was just lowering her butt to tale the pressure off when a firm hand at her belly lifted her hips then something hard was slid unceremoniously deep inside her. She squealed in surprise as the invader settled in deep. She knew what she had signed up for but this was full on from the off. Maybe she wasn't ready, maybe she wasn't as brave as he thought. Before she could ponder any further she felt a sharp point press into her chest between her breasts. It was uncomfortable and she was sure that if she relaxed too much it would easily pierce her skin, but trying to pull away from it simply increased the pressure on her poor nipples even more. 

"Comfortable?" 

Lisa grinned as bobbed down to adjust Jordana's hair. 

"Not the first word that springs to mind...." Jordana smiled weakly, taking shallow breaths. 

Matt was fitting something metal to the board holding Jordana's neck, but he was working over her head where she couldn't see so decided to try and relax. This was what she wanted after all. After some more sounds of drilling and clicking components together, Lisa took a step back to admire the work. Jordana was about to ask what happened next when Matt held a the end of a rope in front of Jordana's mouth. She opened up without thinking and a few seconds later found herself clamping down on the rope.

"MMppf?" 

"Dont let go!" Lisa laughed. 

The next hour or so was possibly the most surreal of Jordana's life. Although she accepted that if she continued to pursue her dream it may become somewhat more commonplace. Working without explaining a thing Matt and Lisa attached first lowered a perspex box down onto the wooden base Jordana was secured to. Once that had been fixed in place it was covered in wooden panels, Matt and Lisa constructing a wooden crate around the clear case held together with nails. The four sides were quickly in place then a lid followed, plunging Jordana into near darkness. Although it was difficult to gauge the passage of time it didn't seem long before Jordana talking to a strange voice, An older male? Wondering if Lisa had bothered to get dressed Jordana strained to hear a clue as to what might happen next but the sounds were too muffled. She nearly let go her grip on the rope between her teeth in suprise when there was a scraping noise and a jolt. She was clearly being moved. Loaded. Shipped......


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Mitch sighed as he turned his Camry into his street. Friday night. The end of another dull week. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror, wondering how he would keep himself busy on another long weekend. Kids gone to college, wife run off with her tennis coach. He sighed and pulled into his drive. Something was wrong. There was a wooden crate perhaps a bit bigger than a washing machine, left in the middle of his drive outside the front door. 

He parked up and approached it cautiously. There was a clear wallet on the rough wood front labelled "Documents" . He couldn't remember ordering anything, much less anything that big. He opened the paperwork up but it gave him no clue. There was a small fob with a single button, a single sheet of paper with two words printed on it in capitals. "Open Inside"

It took fifteen minutes to shove the crate around the back of the house on its castors and into the den through the french doors. Mitch had no idea what he would done if his plot wasn't flat. He found a pry bar in his garage then set about getting the crate open. It took a couple of big tugs and one of the shorter sides came away with a creak. Mitch took a look at the contents and almost screamed. He took three steps back before falling onto his couch. He really could not believe his eyes. It was a while ago when he had filled in the darkest fantasy form, but he assumed it was just another silly online clickbait survey and had forgotten all about it.

He looked back up and there staring out at him from within a glass box was a pretty brunette, smiling around a length of rope clamped between her teeth. It took Mitch another five minutes of furious levering and pulling to remove the rest of the wooden panels and fully reveal the gorgeous girls plight. He walked slowly around the display case, drinkin in the details.

The girl was beautiful. small, slender. She was kneeling, her ankles bolted down to the floor. Her ass was raised, held in place by a large dildo buried deep in her pussy. The pussy was held in place by a arm attached to a motor. The girl clearly looked excited, taking fast shallow breaths. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she was forced to keep her chest high and still by a slender blade attached to the wooden base pointing up between her small pert breasts. This was in conflict with the chords running from the floor by the blade to the clamp on each of her bright red nipples, which were pulled taut, tempting her to lower herself to ease the tension. Her neck was trapped ina rustic wooden lunette, above which hung a weighted blade in a metal frame. The rope in her teeth seemed to be connected to the release mechanism for the blade, the implication was clear. 

Mitch walked slowly around the box drinking in every detail. The girl was lovely, the dilemma as delicious as he could have imagined. He checked his watch and decided there was no rush. The girl wasn't going anywhere. He went and changed out of his crumpled work suit and got a beer from the fridge then sat back on the couch.The girl looked slightly taken aback when he returned to the room naked,, but then he figured she wasn't really in a position to complain. Drinking in the view one more time he adjusted the angle of the case until it was just so then sat down again. Finally after a final thoughtful look he pressed the button on the fob.

The girl's face was a picture as the motor behind her began to slide the dildo in and out of her pussy. It was slower than Mitch had expected, so he settled back for the show. After a few minutes the effects of the sex machine were unmistakable. The girl was red faced and her light skin was glistening. Her legs were trembling. She was biting the rope with a grim determination. Then the machine seemed to find another gear and he could hear her moans grow louder, rocking her head from side to side in the stock. Finally she could fight the inevitable no more and succumbed, waves of pleasure washing over her, shaking the whole case. She cried out in ecstasy, looking him right in the eyes and in that moment lost her grip on the rope.

At first nothing happened, there was a click, a sound of clockwork maybe. Mitch noticed the machine behind the girl had stopped just as there was another louder click. The blade began to drop in its slides. Impossibly slowly at first, then with a woosh it fell to the floor of the case, severing the girls neck like butter. There was no scream, or deathly gurgle, just a thud as the head fell onto the wooden base. A split second later the girls quivering body flopped, the blade impaling her straight through her chest and back. Mitch dare not breath. It looked too real. What the hell had just happened. Then there was another clunk and the head vanished into a hatch in the floor. Mitch stood up to get a closer look. A final clunk and a flap opened in the wooden base and the girls severed head rolled out like a soda from a machine. He looked blankly at it for a long minute then gingerly lifted it from the chute by the brunettes hair. 

He nearly dropped it again as the girl opened her eyes and looked him up and down with a smile, her eyes focusingon the very obvious evidence of his arousal in front of her .

Jordana licked her lips with a grin, staring at the old guys erection.

"Can I help you with that ? "