The Stripper (beheading, consensual, female victim)


Posted by Hunter-Seeker on February 23, 20010 at 18:27:54:

Mark and Karen were to be married in two days. Not only was she okay with a bachelor party- she hired the stripper. One that would provide something really special, Karen said.

Mark and a few of his friends already had a few drinks when she arrived. She wore elegant shoes and a coat, and her legs were bare. She wasn't holding a purse, but some long object in a zippered bag. Mark took his seat and she began her dance.

She removed her coat, revealing a skirt and an A-top with deep cleavage. Soon those were off too along with the shoes, revealing red lingerie. She straddled Mark's lap, pressed her breasts against his face and then removed her bra. They were exactly the same shape as Karen's, only bigger... Won't stay pert for as long. Subtle of her. The stripper caressed the side of Mark's head- he considered biting her nipple. She got off him, and with her back to him removed her panties. She threw them on one of his friends, turned back, got back on him and rubbed herself against him slowly. He kissed her breast, but she gently repulsed him with a finger and got off.

She danced in front of him some more, giving him a good look of her entire body. She then went to the other side of the room and picked up the long object she came with, returned to Mark and revealed it- a sword! She gave him a choise: She could either do him, or do the sword... Mark didn't know what the latter could mean. Only that he wanted to see it.

The stripper started to dance again, and slowly moved the sword around her, rubbing the blade's side against her body. She kneeled and started masturbating. She licked the blade from hilt to tip, slowly turned it toward her vagina, and then started to push it in...

Mark and his friends were shocked, but they didn't stop it. They weren't sure why- was it confidence in her professionalism, or excitement? She plunged it deeper and pulled it back bloodied, again and again, actually masturbating with it, slowly getting it deeper and deeper into her body. It seemed more and more dangerous. Mark cared less and less. The top of the hilt entered her. She pressed it hard, overcome with the sensation. Blood was pooling under her.

She moved it back and forth again, faster and faster, with longer movements, with restrained screams. In one swift motion she pulled it out, and then held it in both shaking hands. It was dripping blood. She positioned it to her left side... And chopped off her own head.

Blood shot out like a fountain. Her head fell to the side and her kneeling, naked body remained upright, quivering and breathing, still holding the sword.

Until now there was doubt. A chance that her injury was treatable or fake. But now she was headless.

The body fell to the side. They stared at it for a while. What to do now?