Posted by Vanessa on December 10, 2004 at 12:05:54:
Long Over Due
By Vanessa Feathertree
Yvette's emotions were still getting to her. Too many years and too many unwuilling victims with the axe. While still in great shape, she felt tired, worn, even broken down. Her dreams of Vanessa were fading. Even the clones didn't look like her anymore. And with the new government decrees, most of her victims were still unconcentual and only meeting the axe by duty and with disgust for her. She felt too alone, too dispised, and too tired. She longed for a release.....a permanent one.
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Janice had come up with what she felt was a brilliant idea. She had heard that Yvette's ancestor's relics were up for bids. Being the head producer for Yvette's show, she thought that obtaining them and showcasing them would increase ratings even more. She had never dreamed of the treasure that came with the axe and executioner's hood. The lab boys were able to extract Yves' DNA from the handle of the axe. With modern cloning technology, they would be able to "resurrect" him. The thought sent shivers up her spine. She ordered them to start right away.
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Another day, another taping, and another eight headless women in pantyhose. Yvette sat in her dressing room and stared at her own bloodied visage. The hatred, terror, and sorrow of her recent victims’ faces echoed through her mind. She could still see them as if they were right there in front of her still. She felt herself start to cry. Her stomach ached and her eyes stung as hot tears streamed through the bllod down her cheeks. She barely had time to compose herself when a knock came at her dressing room door.
"Come in!" She quickly started to wash her face off. She watched through the mirror as Janice stepped into the room. Her face was bright and smiling as it usually was. Her fondness for ratings and money actually sickened Yvette. She didn't seem to care that the "participants" of the show went from clones and willing girls to forced and non-concentual victims. What mattered to her was nothing more then the ratings and her fat paychecks. If Yvette could have it her way, Janice would be the next for her blade. The executives wouldn't allow it though.
"Hiya, Yvette! We have a special guest for tomorrow and we will need you in top-notch condition. So we want you to get plenty of rest tonight. We already went ahead and cancelled your appearance at that party tonight." Just as quickly as she came in, she had walked out. Yvette was thankful that she was given the night off. She could actually use the sleep...if the visions stopped long enough.
Janice had noticed that Yvette's eyes were blood-shot and teary looking. "Maybe she can't handle the work anymore. Perhaps it is time she hang up the axe." And with that the gears started grinding again. She quickly made her way to the execs to pitch a new idea to them.
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"Thank god for drugs and boose!" Yvette thought to her self. "If it hadn't been for them, I'd have never gotten to sleep last night." She slipped out of bed and jumped into the shower. She tried to remember her night with Vanessa and the following day when V had lost her head. So enthusiatic and so willing the girl was. Yvette took hold of the hand-held showerhead and pressed it against her nylon-clad crotch. With the memories dancing in her head and the showerhead set on pulsating message, it didn't take long for her body to shudder with orgasms.
After her shower, she fixed her self a light breakfast and watched the morning news. The news anchor was excited to announce that tonight Yvette's show would be broadcast live and that a special guest was appearing. Yvette was a little frustrated that he didn't share any other details other then that it would be showing instead of the usual football game. Infact, she wondered why Janice didn't share more details when it was mentioned the night before. Yvette turned off the t.v. and started getting ready for her day.
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The stage was set up quite differently then Yvette was used to. Instead of the normal platform where she did her work, there were two platforms built. They were elevated higher then normal and there appeared to be a conveyor belt between them. Both sides had a chopping block that sat fairly close to the edge of the stage over the conveyor belt. Leaning against the block on the left stage was a larger axe. Now Yvette grew even more curious.
She headed to her dressing room and prepaired for whatever they had planned. It wasn't long before there was a knock at her door. "Five minutes to showtime, Y!"
Yvette pulled her hood on and grasped her axe. She was directed to the right stage, where Sheela was anouncing her. Sheela looked great, as usual. The boxom blond stood there in a sleek, silver evening dress with a long slit up the left leg. The stage lights shimmered on her shiny, suntan pantyhosed leg. Her large breasts nearly spilled out of the top as she clapped for Yvette's entrance. Yvette stepped up to the block and bowed to the audiance.
"Tonight, Yvette will face a head-chopping compitition against our special guest. Each executioner will be given 15 minutes to behead as many girls as they can. The loser will recieve a parting gift!" Sheela smiles as the audiance cheers. Then a line of girls started to step onto the stage. All the girls wear only a pair of pantyhose and stiletto heeled shoes or sandals. All the girls have their arms bound behind their backs. "Yvette has the honor of starting this compititon. The clock will start when the first head drops!" Two women wearing burgendy, sequenced leotards, clunky heeled sandals, and black fishnet pantyhose over shiny suntan sheer-to-waiste pantyhose step onto the stage. Both girls are gorgeous and smiling. The blond takes position just in between the block and the conveyor belt and closer to the audiance. She half-faces the audiance with her smile and green eyes sparkling. The brunette takes the first victim by the shoulders and guides her to a kneeling position at the block, all the while smiling.
Yvette looks down at the back of her first victim's head. Long, curly locks of red fall to the sides of her neck as she places her slender throat onto the block. Yvette can see the young girl’s muscles in her back and arms twitching. She can hear the girl's breathing and see sweat dot her body. Taking a deep breath, Yvette raises her axe and brings it crashing back down with a meaty "shlnk" through the girl's neck. The headless torso shoots up as an arch of crimson spreys from the newly made stump.
The two assistants quickly push the body off the edge of the stage and onto the conveyor belt. As it starts to guide the corpse to the back, the next victim steps upto the block. One by one, the girls take position and are beheaded. Occasionally one or both of the assistants have to "help" the girl to the block. Cries and curses are all cut short with the thunk of blade meeting flesh then wood. Some of the headless bodies actually fall onto the conveyor, but most need to be pushed on. With each chop, the audiance cheers. An overhead camera is focused on the convulsing, pantyhose-clad corpses that roll under it on the conveyor.
Yvette lifts her axe and just as she is about to bring it back down the buzzer sounds. Yvette tries to stop her swing, but her arms are weary from the repetative chopping. The axe cuts into the brunette's neck, but only goes half way through before Yvette pulls it back up. The girl's body shoots up and the audiance cheers as her neck folds and her face lands between her pendulous, bouncing breasts. Blood archs from the open wound as the semi-decapitated, convulsing body falls over the edge and onto the conveyor belt. The crowd cheers as the ultra-screen behind the stage shows the body again, convulsing violently and the head flopping around in a pool of blood.
"Sorry, Yvette, but we can't count that last one! In 15 minutes you chopped a total of 44 girls!" Sheela walked up to Yvette applauding as the two assistants guide the remaining girls backstage again. Yvette simply leaned forward on her axe with the blade resting on the floor. Her breasts heave with every deep breath she takes and sweat soaks every inch of her body and the blood is almost equal to it. The stage in front of her displays a crimson sea.
Sheela crosses the catwalk over the conveyor and stands next to the block and axe on the other stage. "And now for her opponent! Straight from the history record and onto our stage.....Yves! Yvette's very own ancestor!" The audiance goes wild as the tall and muscular man walks out. Yvette, herself, could not believe what...who she was seeing. She knew it was only a clone, but in her heart she knew that her ancestor was DNA in which it/he was created from. Yvette's heart skipped a beat as her eyes met with his through the holes in their hoods. His image was exactly as those she had seen of Yves in books.
The audiance continues to cheer as the assistants escort the line of victims. Once everyone is in place, the audiance quiets and Sheela recaps the rules.
"You are given 15 minutes to chop as many girls as you can. The timer will start when the first head falls!" She looks at Yves for a response and is surprised as he grabs her by the hair and forces her to the block. Just as Sheela starts to push herself away from the block, his axe cuts through her slender neck and the timer starts. Her torso is pushed down then shoots back up once her head flies off. Her hands claw at her headless stump as her firm breast pop out of the top of her silver dress. The smiling assistants start to push her onto the conveyor belt when Yves grabs the brunette and forces her into position. Before Sheela's convulsing body even hit the conveyor, Yves drops the blade on the assistant. A camera focuses on the shocked look on the brunette assistant's face as Yves kicks her body off the stage and onto the conveyor. The blond assistant's face takes on a look of panic and she tries to run past him. She is met with a solid blow to the gut with Yves' axe handle. Then, she too is forced into position and her screams and cries are cut short. As Yves kicks the blond assistant's body off the stage, he grabs the next victim in line and pushes her into position. One by one, Yves roughly forces each girl into position, chops her, and kicks her onto the conveyor. Any girls that resist get a blow to the stomach with the axe handle and then are chopped.
The audiance cheers wildly as Yvette watchs the brutal display of this emotionless monster. Still reeling from the shock of watching three long-time friends and co-workers lose their heads, she tries to reason if it was planned or if he simply grabbed the nearest victim. She watches him work with both amazement and terror building up inside. This is not how she pictured her ancestor. She did not believe him to be such a heartless killing machine. She imagined him treating each victim with respect and pity. This thing had none of that! No respect no pity, no heart at all. Less of the girls resisted after watching how resistance is treated. They each stepped up and took position as quickly as possible to meet their inevitable fate.
A very attractive and tall brunette that looked like an Italian model took her position at the block. Tears filled her beautiful blue eyes, but she made no noise. Her smaller and very firm breasts looked to defy gravity as she leaned forward. With a quick and fluid motion, Yves swung his axe and just as the blade bit into the wood under the girl's soft neck, the buzzer sounded. As her headless torso shot up, Yves grabbed her by the right arm and lift the corpse to its feet as if a hunter displaying a trophy kill. The muscles twitched and spasmed through out her body. Her legs quivered and kicked, the heels of her sandals scuffing on the stage. Blood squirted from her stump in high arches and spilled over her firm chest. A stream of golden fluid bubbled from her bald, nylon-clad pussy and streamed down her long, pantyhosed legs. He held her in that position for a full minute, without any effort, before tossing her onto the conveyor and taking his axe into both hands and standing in wait.
Just after the last victims twitching, pantyhose-clad feet and curled toes disappear at the top of the ultra-screen; Janice appears sitting in the control room. With a smug grin and a look of total satisfaction on her face, she addresses the audiance.
"Though not expected, it was astonishing to watch Sheela, Jamie and Tammy to lose their heads. And since Sheela is unable to finish her duties for tonight’s show, it is my pleasure to announce that Yves has chopped a total of 67 girls and therefore has won this compitition! But don't feel bad, Yvette! As Sheela made mention earlier, you will recieve a parting gift! As the loser of this compitition, you are to be the last to lose your head to your ancestor's axe on tonight's show!" The audiance gasps in shock, as does Yvette. Not only were three of her friends beheaded by this fiend, but she too was to now succumb to the same fate. Part of her was disgusted at this, but then she saw that this would be her way out of the business. She didn't desire to continue chopping unwilling victims. It lacked the exileration and luster of when she first started out and was chopping eager, willing women or even just the emotionless clones of long dead celebrities. She couldn't do this for another year, even if she had a choice.
She slowly walked across the catwalk and approached the abomination created from her great ancestor's DNA. He may have looked like Yves, but he lacked the character of her inspiration. Face to face, the two executioners stood there. She looked into his eyes and all she saw were vacant, white orbs staring back at her. She kneeled down and with her executioner's hood still on, rested her chin on the bloody chopping block. With one hand cupping a breast and the other caressing her pussy through the nylons, she took a deep breath. She heard the axe head drag along the stage as it was brought forward and up, then the whoosh of the blade cutting through the air. For a split second she felt a pinch in the back of her neck, then watched as the audiance as it spun around. While her head hit the stage floor, her headless torso shot upright at the waiste. With a claw-gripped hand firmly around her left breast and twitching fingers groping at her sex, her body shuddered with one last orgasm and the quickly grasping thrulls of death. The audiance cheers once again as they watch the sexy and once eroticly terrifying executioness' headless body fall forward to rest its waiste and hips across the chopping block. Her life's blood squirts in rythmic patterns and adds to the crimson sea on the front of the stage. Cheers and whistles ring out from the audiance as they watch Yvette's body convulse for a full 15 minutes before coming to a rest, except for the occasional muscle twitch. Yves leaves the stage with axe in hand, as a clean-up crew steps on.
Janice appears on the utlra-screen again and anounces; "If you enjoyed tonight's show, you can pre-order a copy of it to be delivered directly to your home! If you act now, we will include a second video that features the conveyor belt footage, behind the scenes footage (what happens to the bodies when they leave the set) and for the first 100 customers, a video recapping Yvette's career as an executioner! From the first head she chopped to the fatal finale of her own execution, including her greatest chops and the long list of celebrities she beheaded!"
The lights dim and the audiance rush to pre-order their copy of the night's activities.
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In the control room, Janice orders the lab-boys to collect Yvette's remains. "If bringing back Yves made this much of a comotion.....imagine what bringing her back in a few months would do! We clone her, make her young again, and nix the emotions.....I believe she and that ancestor of hers could skyrocket our ratings! Get on it!"
(Author's note: This story was written based on characters originally created by author penname Fuddy Duddy. Any continuation from this story was written by him and can most likely only be found at Annabelle Fantasies now.)