The Suicide Club – French Roulette

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First Chapter: The Suicide Club - Introduction

“Hello,” Cristel said. “Are you busy now?”

“I’m shopping” Raquel replied. “But it’s ok,”

“I’ll be brief. I’ve finally got things organized and I’m going to have an event I think you’d find very interesting this Sunday,” Cristel said. “Can you make it?”

“I think so,” Raquel said. “What kind of event.”

“I want to make it a surprise,” Cristel said. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“Ok,” Raquel said. “What time?”

“Two PM,” Cristel said.

“I’ll see you then,” Raquel said. 

 

“Hi Raquel,” Cristel said. “Thanks for coming on short notice. You know Christine. This is my friend Laviania. She has helped me a lot with this project.”

“Nice to meet you, Laviania,” Raquel said.

“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you what Laviania and I have been working on for last few years,” Cristel said.

 

“Here is what we have been working hard to get together,” Cristel said. “Guillotines. Old fashion guillotines, but updated with modern wireless controls. A total of six guillotines.”

“They’re controlled by this console,” Cristle said. “There are separate controls for the blade, the lunette and the hand cuffs, although we will not be using the handcuffs today.”

“What’s a lunette?” Raquel asked

“The lunette is this wooden part that holds the head in place,” Cristle said. “After you put the head through, you lock it in place.”

 

“The remote here on the side controls the lock,” Cristle said. “You can’t get out of the lunette until the controller releases you.”

 

“There is another wireless remote control at top for the blade,” Cristle said. “The controller can use it to drop the blade.” 

“What are you going to do with all these guillotines?,” Raquel asked.

“The console can be programmed to do many things,” Cristle said. “But the main idea is to lock the lunette down for a random length of time between some limits and then drop the blade on one of the guillotines. After that all the lunettes are released.”

“So sort of like Russian Roulette,” Christine said.

“Yes,” Cristle said.

“French Roulette,” Laviania said.

“So this is for the suicide club?” Raquel asked.

“It could be,” Cristle said. “But Jennifer is kind of a stick in the mud. She would not approve, but that is beside the point. Today we are only going to test the guillotines, verify they are operational.”

 

“A test?” Raquel asked. “What kind of a test?”

“The final test,” Cristle said. “Beheading a person.”

“What!” exclaimed Raquel.

“Laviania volunteered to be the test subject,” Cristle said.

“In fact I demanded to be the test subject,” Laviania said. “That’s the whole reason I helped Cristle get everything together and working.”

“So no French Roulette,” Raquel said. “Just a beheading?”

“Yes, I’ve programmed the unit to drop the blade on a specific guillotine,” Laviania said. “And my neck will be under that blade.”

“So a suicide,” Christine said. “And you invited us here to watch?”

“To watch, and maybe someday get a group together for French Roulette,” Cristle said.

“Sounds good to me,” Christine said.

“Me too,” Raquel said. 

 

Laviania went to the selected guillotine and started to undress.

Laviania crawled up onto the table of the guillotine.

Laviania rolled over on her back and pushed her head through the lunette staring up at the blade.

Laviania pushed her hair though the lunette and lowered it locking herself under the blade.

Laviania spread her legs and put her hands between her legs.

“What?” Raquel whispered.

“It’s her last chance,” Christine shrugged.

As Laviania arched her back and let out a moan, the blade dropped.

 

Laviania’s severed head dropped into the basket.

Christine, Raquel and Cristle gathered around the basket staring down at the lifeless head.

“Well,” Cristle said. “Looks like the guillotine passed the test.”

 

Cristle reached into the basket and picked up Laviania’s head by the hair.

“Look at that face,” Christine said. “You can see she had a great O.”

“Died happy,” Raquel said.

“She’s wanted to die that way for years,” Cristle said. “Just after she came.”

Cristle walked to the end of the table and set Laviania’s head upright.

“Ok, now I’m going to call the police to dispose of Laviania’s body,” Cristle said. “There is nothing to worry about. She signed all the paper work and I’ve already advised them Laviania would probably be killing herself today.”

 

The police arrived in less than 10 minutes. Two young men got Laviania’s body into a bag while Cristle talked with a detective. The detective only asked Raquel and Christine their name and addresses then chatted with Cristle while they put Laviania’s head on the stretcher and rolled her body away.

“See, that was easy,” Cristle said. “If you have the paper work in order, it is no big deal now days.”

“I guess what Jennifer does is not that complicated,” Raquel said.

“Just need a good working relationship,” Christine said. “And the way you were flirting with that detective, I’m guessing you have a great relationship.”

“I wasn’t flirting,” Cristle said. “I’ve never met him before. We only talked on the phone.”

“Ok,” Christine said. “If you say so. So now that the guillotines have passed the test, when are you planning the big French Roulette party. Going to try to get Jennifer to approve it for the club?”

“Jennifer is a fuddy-duddy,” Cristle said. “I was thinking the three of us could try French Roulette today.”

“What!,” exclaimed Raquel.

“We only have three of us,” Christine said.

“Let’s go get some wine,” Cristle said. “And I’ll explain.”

 

“So are you trying to get us drunk?” Christine asked.

“No,” Cristle said. “One glass of wine gets you drunk?”

“So how can we play French Roulette with just the three of us?” Raquel asked.

“We don’t need someone in every guillotine,” Cristle said. “If the blade falls on an unoccupied guillotine, then no one loses her head … but we all get a chance to get off under the blade. If you are shy, you don’t need to try, but it could be your last chance.”

“Jennifer would never approve of that!” Christine exclaimed.

“Yeah, she told me no sex at club events,” Raquel said.

“Like I said, Jennifer is a fossil,” Cristle said. “But Jennifer isn't here, so we don't have to follow her rules.”

 

“I'm up for it,” Christine said. “And I'm not shy.”

“What about you Raquel?” Cristle asked.

“Ah … I don't know,” Raquel said.

“Come on,” Christine said. “Your nips are showing. You want to.”

“Errr … yeah … ok … I guess so,” Raquel said.

“Great,” said Cristle. “We'll give you first choice of guillotines.”

 

“Let's get the blade back up on the guillotine,” Cristle said.

“I'm not using that one,” Raquel said.

“Me either,” Christine said.

“Think it would be bad luck eh,” Cristle said.

“Just seems creepy,” Raquel said.

“I'm not using it either,” Cristle said as she pushed the button to raise the blade. “Just need to get all the blades setup for the controller. How long do you think we should program it to wait before dropping one of the blades?”

“You mean how long do we need to get off?” Christine said.

“I'd say twenty minutes,” Raquel said.

“As hard as your nipples look, you won't need more than ten,” Christine said.

“Slow is better,” Raquel said.

“There, the blade is reset now,” Cristle said.

 

“We could do a random time between ten and twenty minutes,” Cristle said. “Not sure how long you have.”

“Oh now that would be scary,” Christine said.

“Well, there's no clock here anyway,” Cristle said. “If we set it for exactly fifteen minutes, you can't be sure how much time is left.”

“That's true,” Raquel said. “When does the timer start?”

“When all the lunettes are locked down,” Cristle said. “So go unlock the lunette on the guillotine you want to use and I'll activate the system.”

 

Raquel pick one of the guillotines at the end and started to get undressed.

 

Christine pulled herself under the lunette while Raquel climbed up on the table.

Raquel pulled the lunette down to lock her in the guillotine.

Cristle was the last to lock her lunette in place starting the timer.

 

As they waited for the blade to fall, they took advantage of what could be their last chance.

  

As Christine rubbed furiously trying for another orgasm there was a click.

 

Christine’s body spasmed as she let out a cry.

 

A flash of the blade sliced off Christine’s head.

Raquel and Cristle freed themselves from the lunette to stare down at Christine’s severed head.

“We’re all members of the suicide club,” Raquel said. “And this way she got a final orgasm.”

“Several, I think,” said Cristle.

“And one big one at the end,” Raquel said.

“We better get dressed and call the police,” Cristle said.

 

The police arrived quickly again. The detective did not seem surprised that he had to come back so quickly. He told Cristle he was glad she still had her head. He told Raquel he already had her name and address. The crime scene crew quickly had Christine’s headless body and head loaded into the ambulance.

Cristle promised the detective he would not have to come back again today.

 

“That was exciting,” Cristle said. “I think it was worth all the effort. What do you think?”

“It was very exciting,” Raquel said. “Are you going to have a party with all six guillotines occupied some day?”

“I hope so,” Cristle said. “But it is hard to find five other girls.”

“It just occurred to me,” Raquel said. “The club doesn’t have six members now for the next event.”

“True,” Cristle said. “But don’t worry about that. Let me handle Jennifer. She doesn’t have to even know you were here.”

“Thanks,” Raquel said. “But Jennifer is going to be pissed unless you also find a new member before you tell her.”

“Yeah,” Cristle said. “Don’t worry about me. I can deal with her. You just enjoy your memories of today and maybe I will get more girls together for a bigger party soon.”

“Ok,” Raquel said. “Good night.”

Next Chapter: The Suicide Club – Russian Roulette