Tara picked up her white bikini pants and slid them on while Steve watched appreciatively. She held up her top critically. "This isn't going to be much use at the beach, is it?" she asked.
Steve grinned. "It might start a new fashion!". Tara scowled. Steve looked at her wearing just her bikini pants, and said "I've got an idea."
"Not more sawing - I don't think I could take it!" Tara replied.
"No, not more sawing just yet - something else, that'll help with the clothing problem. Turn around for a second, and put your hands behind your back.
Tara looked suspicious, then shrugged and did so. She faced away from Steve and heard him walk up behind her, then take her arm and clip something over her right wrist. "Hey!" she objected, as he did the same to her left wrist.
"Sorry, I've changed my mind." Steve grabbed her handcuffed arms and pushed her forwards over the sawing table, her breasts pushed against the raw cut in the timber.
Tara felt suddenly aroused again. Steve had never tried anything like this, but she had sometimes wished he'd be more dominating. She struggled against his grip (but not hard enough to escape), as she felt felt him moving behind her. He leant on her from one side, crushing her breasts into the timber and she felt him slide a hand down, pushing her bikini off.
Steve slid Tara's bikini off, feeling the wetness in the crotch. Tara wriggled so it fell down her legs, and then stepped out of it. Steve realised then that she was ready to submit to anything he could do to her.
Steve lifted her to her feet again, and pushed her naked body toward a tall cloth-covered object. As they reached it, he pull the cloth off to reveal a 7'-tall French guillotine.
Tara gasped as she realised what Steve intended to do to her. She let herself be knelt, then lowered her neck into the stock. Steve leant over her naked body, and slid the top half of the stock into place, then locked it in with a loud click.
Steve moved around to the front of the guillotine and placed a basket under Tara's head.
Tara's eyes met his, then traveled down to his bulging crotch. "One last request?" she asked, grinning teasingly.
Steve simply nodded.
"A drink for a doomed woman?" she asked, staring at his crotch.
Steve shook his head in wonder. "Of course." he said, and slid his shorts off, allowing his swollen penis to jump out in her face. She signed in lust, then opened her mouth and allowed him to slide the head of his cock in.
Tara couldn't move her head much, but she did her best. After a few seconds of sucking on his cock head, Steve began to thrust, gently at first, but within a few thrusts his lust overcame him, and he started to fuck her face.
Steve new he wouldn't last long, but hung on as long as he could. Finally it was too much and he erupted, shooting a stream of cum into Tara's mouth. To his amazement she started swallowing, something she'd never done before, and eagerly drank his semen dry.
Finally he was done. Steve withdrew from Tara's mouth and stepped back. He put one hand on the lever on the side of the guillotine. "Any last words?"
Tara opened her mouth to speak, and Steve pulled the lever. As if in slow motion, the 2' blade began its descent. Steve watched as it picked up speed and then slammed into Tara's neck.
Tara yelped in shock, and then her head fell into the basked.
Her head had landed stump down on a silver tray. Grinning, Steve lifted the tray from the basket. "This will be more convenient for blow jobs!" he said as he held her disembodied head.
Tara giggled.
Steve pulled the blade back to the top, then tied it off. He placed Tara's head in the appropriate place on her body, then pulled the plate out, before unclipping the stocks and helping her to her feet.
"Thank you." Tara said, kissing him again. "As far as I'm concerned you can keep me down here and play with me however and whenever you like.".
Steve grinned, and undid the handcuffs. "I think I might just take you up on that." he said.
End of Part 4