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Headhunter - The Collection

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Claire looked around in awe. "You've got so many..." The mare could hardly believe the collection filling the warehouse around her. From guillotines to iron maidens, a stretcher, even what looked like a full gallows. "Must have taken you forever..."

Mark smiled, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Some of them took longer than others." The tall stallion chuckled a little. "You don't want to know what kind of favors I had to do to get some of them."

She giggled a little. "I'll bet. And they're all from movies?"

He grinned, nodding. "Yup." he lied. "Well, some are from stage productions, too. The shackles are from a Broadway production of Les Misérables. Got that one after my friend that was a prop master." he then pointed to the gallows. "That's actually from the filming of the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie."

The mare gasped, clearly impressed. "Whoa..."

He chuckled at her. "Yeah. Having friends behind the scenes has its perks. I mean, all this stuff would just get broken down after production anyway. A love for this kind of history and craftsmanship helps to keep stuff like this preserved." He shrugged a little. "A few bucks and a spare truck doesn't hurt, either."

She moved over to the shackles, running fingers along them. "Why these sorts of things, though? I mean, it's cool, but they're all... y'know, kinda dark stuff..."

He shrugged. "I dunno. Just had a fascination with this sort of stuff. Most of it is some of the only historically accurate things in those productions. Even the costumes usually get something wrong, but these sorts of props are almost always recreations of real things." He gave her a glance as she felt the weight of the chains on the shackles. "You want to test any of them?"

She let out a kind of squeak, dropping the chains and letting them clatter as the fell. "AH... I mean... I dunno..."

Mark gave her one of his dazzling grins. The same one that had gotten her to talk to him at the bar only a few hours ago. "They're all just movie and stage props. It's fine." He ran a hand through the brown main atop his head. "It can even be pretty exciting to have some fun with them." He gave her a wink, which got a blush from her in return. He knew she was interested.

She bit her lower lip, looking around. The idea did excite her a little, though that was probably more the prospect of fucking such a handsome stallion. Though the idea of her being shackled or held down while he did definitely had some appeal. "I... guess. But, aren't these like... collectors items? I wouldn't want to damage them..."

He shrugged a little. "Yeah, but they're made to be used. Besides, it's my collection." He moved up close to her, running his fingers against her muzzle gently. "I could pick for you if you're worried. That way, if anything gets damage, it was my pick alone..."

She let out a soft breath as his fingers brushed her cheek. It was probably the alcohol talking, but she was getting excited more and more by the prospect of it all. "O-okay then..." She leaned into his touch as it brushed her chin again. "So... which one...?"

He smiled, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on the lips, one she did not resist. "Why don't you get yourself out of that dress first. Then we can choose."

Claire nodded, her face flushed. "Okay..." She could not stop the smile coming to her lips as he stepped back to watch her. She decided to make a little show of it. She turned around so he could see her draw the zipper down her back, the black dress opening to show her pale fur. She shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, drawing them down her arms, then pushing it down to expose more of her back to him. Her long tail flicked as she unhooked her bra next, pulling it off and sensually dropping it to the floor beside her. She turned slowly, letting him get a view of her ample breasts, the hefty mounds bouncing a little with her movement.

He smiled at the show. "Beautiful." He felt himself already growing hard in his pants. The show continued, her dress pushed down her legs to expose the red panties clinging to her hips. These, too, were pealed down, though much slower. She slipped one leg out at a time, keeping herself bent over so her heavy breasts swung under her. Once the panties were off, she stood back up, letting him get a glance at the moist lips hiding between her lovely legs.

She tossed the panties at him, hitting him in the face with them. "Okay, big boy. Your turn."

He laughed, pulling the panties off of his face and dropping them to the side. "Alright." He did not make quite as much of a show of stripping as she did. He shrugged his jacket off, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt to pull it open and reveal his muscular chest, covered in brown fur. He moved on to his pants next, unbuckling the belt and pulling the waist open, letting gravity make them drop to the floor. There was an obvious bulge in his underwear. He saw her eyes light up at that bulge, and did not keep her waiting for long to see what was hidden inside. Pushing the underwear down, his cock sprang free, almost fully hard now. It stood proud at over a foot in length, only a little more than average for a horse of his size, but impressive nonetheless.

She bit her lip, taking several steps closer to him. She reached down to brush her hand against the length, feeling it twitch in response. She giggled, tracing her fingertips along the lighter tan mottling along the otherwise black flesh. "Well... you're full of impressive surprises..." She leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. "So what should we use? The shackles? Maybe the stretcher...?"

Mark shook his head, then nodded to the device just behind her. "I was thinking that."

She turned to see the guillotine. "Um... are you sure...?"

He nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder gently. "Yeah. It's just a prop, remember. Don't worry. The blade is dull, and even if it wasn't, there's a stopper along the track to keep it from going all the way down. Here, watch." To demonstrate, he walked over and put his arm through the hole where a neck would rest, then pulled the lever to release the blade. The whole device rattled as the blade came rushing downwards, ending with a heavy THUD as it reached the bottom. Claire gasped, but calmed when she saw his fingers still wiggling on his very much attached arm. "See? It just looks really dangerous." He pulled his arm free to show it was, indeed, still attached.

The mare smiled at him, nodding slowly. "Okay then..." She watched him hefting the blade back up with a heavy rope, until it locked back in place at the top. "So... what do I do...?"

Mark lifted the top of the lunette, then motioned to the curved section. "You just rest your neck right against that." The mare nodded and moved over. There was no bench or seat of any kind, so she got down onto her knees to rest her neck against the curved wooden groove. He lowered the top again and it locked into place with a pair of clicks. She flinched when she heard the clicks and chuckled. "Don't worry. I can just push a button and it unlocks." he did just that, and she heard the mechanism unlock. "See?" He pushed the top back down to lock it into place once more.

She took a deep breath, surprised that the wooden block wasn't tighter around her. She had kind of expected it hard to breathe, but it was actually not as uncomfortable as she had thought it would be. "So... now what?"

She yelped when he smacked her rear. "Now you lift this sexy behind of yours up." She giggled, shifting to get her hooves under herself and lift her rear up into the air. It gave him a lovely view of the shapely ass and still glistening pussy, her tail flicking excitedly. "What a beautiful view." He stepped forward, resting his length against her rear. She gasped when she felt the throbbing heat against her, then gasped yet again when his fingers teased up against her pussy. "Mmm... nice and wet already. You're really excited about this, huh?"

Claire nodded, though realized he could not see that with the lunette in the way. "Y-yes..." She let out a loud moan as he continued to tease her, his fingers running against her slit while his cock rubbed between her cheeks. "P-please... Mr. Executioner..." He quirked an eyebrow. "I-if I let you fuck me, will you let me go?"

He grinned wide at her sudden roleplay. "Oh... that depends on just how good you are, my little convict." He smacked her ass, and she let out a loud moan. "Tell me you want it."

She moaned for him again. "I-I want it. I want your big cock stuffing into my juicy cunt... please..."

That was good enough for him. "Very well then." He drew his hips back, until his flared tip pressed against those needy lips. "I'll give you what you want." He pressed forward, letting out a loud groan of his own. Her insides were tight, warm and wet, clinging around his shaft as he pushed inch after inch into her. She let out a cry of pleasure of her own as he kept pushing forward, all the way to the medial ring. He paused there, feeling her squeeze around him. "My god you are a tight slut." She moaned for him. "You like me calling you a slut?"

She nodded. "Y-yes... I'm a slut... please, keep fucking my slutty cunt!" she begged.

He chuckled. "Very well." He gripped at her flank, shoving his hips forward to meet hers, thrusting himself into her entirely. She let out a loud cry as he filled her insides with his throbbing meat. "That's it, whore. Cry out in pleasure for me." He drew back and thrust forward hard again. "Take my cock like the slut you are." He started to thrust hard against her again, his pace slow but hard and deep. Claire gripped at the sides of the device she was locked in, feeling it rocking a little each time he slammed himself into her.

He kept going, his pace picking up as he felt her adjusting to his size, letting him move with more ease. The guillotine was creaking as he slammed into her each time. Her heavy tits swayed about under her, and he could not resist reaching around to grab one, pinching the nipple and tugging on the hefty tit. "M-more... harder... f-fuck me harder!" She moaned loud, surprised by just how much this had turned her own.

Mark obliged, slamming his hips into her harder than before, enough that he could hear the whole device rattling. He glanced up, seeing the heavy blade hanging above her. It was locked into place, and would take more than him fucking her hard to jostle it free. He still reached over, pressing a button on the side near the lever. Something clicked, but she was too busy crying out in pleasure and begging for more to hear it.

Mark felt her insides quivering around him, her moans and cries getting higher in pitch. "Mph... feels like you're starting to get close." He tugged on her breast again.

Claire cried out loud again. "Y-yes! I'm... I'm almost... there... don't stop! Fuck me deep!"

"Go on, whore. Cum for me." He felt her pussy clench even tighter around him as she stopped holding back. "If you cum for me, I'll tell you a secret." She let out another shout as her orgasm built up within her. There was no stopping it now. A moment later, she gripped at the sides of the device as her cunt clenched around his cock. She screamed her pleasure out as her orgasm washed over her body, making it start to quiver and squirm about.

He smiled, reaching over and taking hold of the lever again. "Good girl. As for the secret..." He pulled the lever. "I lied." The blade suddenly fell, rapidly descending down the track, only this time, he had disabled the stopper. Before she could ask just what he lied about, she felt the whole device rattle around her. She was only able to realize in a panic what he could possibly mean before the blade struck. The heavy metal was very sharp, and it sliced through the back of her neck, her spine doing nothing to slow it as it continued through, until it clunked into place. Her world spun dizzyingly for a moment, then her face hit something hard.

She opened her eyes, then they went wide at what she saw. While it was at an odd angle, she saw her body start to thrash and spasm wildly. He had grabbed her wrists to keep a grip on her, and keep her upright. Even with his grip, her shoulders fell forward, and she saw her neck, cleanly cut just above her shoulders, blood spraying wildly from the stump. She felt tears sting her eyes, but her vision was quickly starting to fog over. Her mouth opened, but there was no voice. She wanted to scream, but there was no breath at all. Darkness started to overtake her, but she could still clearly see the stallion fucking at her dying body. It was the last thing she ever saw.

Mark held onto the mare's arms as hard as he could, keeping her wildly spasming body against him. Not only was it thrashing from the orgasm still surging through it, but now a lack of signal from her brain. Her cunt clenched again and again around his cock, as if it was trying to milk him before it died. He loved that feeling, one of his absolute favorites in the whole world. He did not even need to thrust anymore, just held himself deep in the twitching, quivering, dying cunt.

It did not take him long to cry out and release in the greedy pussy. He threw his head back, yanking her arms back to keep her ass against him, letting out a loud cry of pleasure as he blasted her insides with his seed. Those inner muscles still squeezed, pulling shot after shot out of him. The sight of her neck still spraying her blood everywhere only drove him onward to fill her with everything. He blasted much of his spunk up into her womb, dumping his balls as deep as he could.

When the spasms and thrashing started to slow, he let her hands go. Her body fell forward, heavy tits squashing themselves into the wide pool of blood on the floor. His cock popped free as her cunt pulled off, several more spurts splashing out from his tip onto her twitching body at his hooves. He reached down to his shaft, forcing the last few drops out of himself with a groan. "Ah... you really were a slut." He took several deep breaths, the scent of her blood and his cum filling the air around him. Such a lovely scent.

After watching her body just twitch and jerk for a moment, he stepped away, moving to her discarded head. He reached down to lift her up by her mane. The light had long since left her wide, tear-filled eyes, but he still smiled at her. "Stupid whore... Oh, right. I did promise to tell you a secret. So... not only did I lie about all this stuff being fake, but... I don't actually own any of it." He chuckled, rubbing his fingers against her bloody cheek. "This stuff belongs to a historical museum. It's all in cold storage, though." He had a friend that worked at the museum that told him all about the place, and even gave him a key. Mark had been using it to kill girls for over a year now. He had used nearly every one of the devices, but the guillotine was by far his favorite.

He took her head over to her body, setting it down on the floor nearby. "Ah, don't worry, Claire. I'm not done with you yet." He grabbed her shoulders and forced her body onto its back. Her heavy tits flopped and jiggled as he rolled her. He then got himself down to his knees, lining his tip up with the severed neck. With a solid thrust, he pushed most of his length into her exposed throat. He let out a loud cry of pleasure. "Ah... even tighter than your cunt." He reached down to grab her tits and give them a squeeze as he started to thrust into her neck hole.

He closed his eyes as he fucked her neck, enjoying the feeling around him. This was another of his favorite feelings in the world. "And when I'm done with you, Frank will have uses for you." Frank was his buddy at the museum. While Mark liked killing the girls and using their bodies while they were still warm, Frank liked his girls much colder. Also his guys. Frank was not the picky sort. Apparently the tiger used to work security at a morgue or something, which is where he had gained his love of long dead bodies. Mark would have to ask him about that one of these days. He was sure there were some fun stories to tell.

His thoughts were quickly washed away as he felt himself growing close yet again. He did not bother holding himself back this time. With another cry of pleasure, he emptied his balls for the second time that night, blasting his cum deep into the headless mare's throat, shooting it down into her belly. He gripped at her tits hard, squeezing the flesh so hard it would likely have been quite painful for her... if she still had a brain to feel anything. He at least let her cum before removing her ability to feel. He thought of himself as kind like that.

He pulled his cock free of her throat, spurting a few more shots out onto her chest. He sat back, watching some of his load leaking out of her throat. He sighed softly, reaching over to take her head again. "Ah, you were a lot of fun." He brought her head up, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. "But I'm afraid we're going to have to part soon. I gotta get you and this mess you made cleaned up." He brushed his finger against her lips, then smirked. "Mmm... well... maybe one more go."

He brought her head down, pushing his cock up into her throat from the base, until the tip pushed free of her mouth. He started to drag it up and down along his shaft, taking his time using it to masturbate with. He looked around at the other devices around him, a big smile on his face. "I wonder what I'll kill the next girl with..."

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