Mickey Jay
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Zoe 82
It all began in a very familiar way.
It was close to 11.00pm and Mike was still at his office in the City. He sat as his desk, tapping away on his keyboard, while the rain outside pounded against his window. He hit the enter key, sending some data across the world, then grabbed his cigarettes and lit one. Finally relaxing, Mike blew the rings of smoke up into the air and stared at the screen.
Without warning a 'Yahoo Messenger' box appeared on his screen. Immediately he looked at the name - Zoe 82. It was a name he hadn't seen before. The message was short and sweet. "Hi".
MIke replied....."Hi".
A few seconds passed and a second message appeared. "I've just found your web site, it's really cool."
Mike smiled and replied "Thanks, that's always good to hear."
Zoe continued to tell Mike about her favorite stories and pictures, then asked "Is it right that you're in London? I used to live there myself, but I'm back in the south of France now."
"You say BACK" Mike asked "Are you French?"
"Oui Monsuir.....I'm from the south of France originally. I went to Paris and London to study, but I love the beach and the weather here, so I came back. Actually I have a couple of pictures of myself on the beach, would you like me to send them to you?"
"Please do." Mike wrote
There was a delay of only a few seconds, then Mike received the attachments. He opened them and was delighted with what he saw.....
"You're very pretty." He told her.
"That's very kind of you to say, you're making me blush.....can I ask a favour of you?"
Mike almost expected the next line, as over the last few years he had been asked on numerous occasions if he would write stories for people.
"I would really like to feature in one of your stories."
"Okay," He told her "I'll see what I can do. Is there anything in particular that you'd like me to put in?"
"Well..........I want it to be a true story."
"I'm not sure what you mean?"
"I don't want it to be fiction, I want it to be a true account."
"I'm afraid I'm still not sure."
"Would you give me your phone number? Zoe asked "I'll call you right now and explain."
"Well, okay but you must promise to keep it to yourself: 0044 207 709 0765"
Within two minutes the phone on Mikes desk rang. "Hello?"
"Hi Mike, It's Zoe. Let me explain. Every year in my town, we have a festival to celebrate the French revolution. Everyone wears costumes, we have a huge banquet and drink lots of wine."
"That sounds great but....."
"I'd really like you to come as my guest."
"Thank you, I'm very honoured. When is it?"
"It's on Friday. Do you think you can make it?"
"Why not, I'm due some annual leave. Yes, I'll be there."
"Oh Mike, thank you so much. I was really hoping that you'd say yes. I'll e-mail you some travel arrangements right away."
They said their goodbyes and Mike replaced the receiver. He sat back, lit another cigarette and stared out of the window. It was close to midnight now, still raining but the London traffic was quite heavy. A thousand thoughts ran through his head. He'd met a few guy's from around the south of England through his website and even a couple of girls, but certainly never traveled as far as the south of France to meet someone. He decided that if she didn't show up, then he'd just enjoy a vacation in the sun. If she did show up.....well, let's see.
- - - o 0 o - - -
Mike had set off very early and arrived in Marseille before lunch. The weather was extremely hot, the sky was blue and not a cloud to be seen. Marseille was a very wealthy city, Ferrari's and Mercedes the popular choice of car and the marina was home to millions of pounds worth of yachts. Mike had brought with him copies of the pictures that Zoe had sent. As he left the airport he looked around but could not see her. Just as he was about to resign himself to giving up, he saw a well dressed man holding a card. MICKEY JAY. Mike approached the man but before he had a chance to introduce himself, was told.
"Lady Zoe sends her deepest apologies and has asked me to take you to your hotel."
LADY Zoe? Mike thought.
The man took his luggage from him and led the way to the car.
Even in this town, this particular Mercedes was a head turner. It's windows were blacked out and it boasted every possible extra. Mike sat alone in the back, enjoying the coolness of the AC as the car made its way out of Marseille. The glass partition slowly dropped and the driver spoke.
"We should arrive at your hotel in less than an hour sir. You will find some chilled Champagne just there to your left."
Before he could even thank the driver, the partition rose back up, and again there was silence. Mike helped himself to the Champagne, it was chilled to perfection and greatly appreciated after his journey. As he watched the French countryside go by he was almost startled as a telephone next to him rang. He let it ring a couple of times, then answered. "Hello?"
"Mike, it's Zoe, I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you but I'll see you real soon."
"Er yeah okay. I must say I'm a bit surprised at all of this and I've got a few questions....."
She interrupted ".....I'll explain everything when you get here. I have to go now."
The phone went dead and Mike replaced the receiver still confused.
The remainder of the journey was uneventful. They pulled off of the main road and turned into some private grounds. Either side of them Mike could see deer running wild and in front saw a large chateau. The car pulled to a halt and a butler dressed in traditional French costume quickly approached them. He opened the car door and Mike stepped out.
"Sir. on behalf of Lady Zoe may I welcome you."
LADY Zoe? there it is again.
A bell boy took Mikes luggage from the car and the butler led the way in. They stopped in a huge entrance hall where large portraits hung from the walls around them. A grand staircase stood in front of them leading up to a stained glass window.
Mike turned as a voice spoke behind him.
"I see our guest has arrived from England."
The face of the man was familiar, where had he seen it before. Then he realized. He looked again at the portraits on the walls. this man had similar features to all of the men in the paintings.
"My ancestors." The man said "Good looking don't you think." He laughed out loud
Mike knew straight away that he didn't like this guy.
A butler came rushing up carrying a silver tray with a bottle of whisky and a couple of glasses. The man filled the two glasses and handed one to Mike.
"So, I understand that your here to report on this evenings events."
Mike took the glass. He felt very uneasy. "Er I'm not really sure. I'm here for the festival."
"Yes, and this year is special. It's not just a peasant girl from the village, this year is the turn of a Lady."
Mike was confused. He thought deeply What the fuck is going on?
Again the man spoke, may I suggest that you retire to your room to refresh. Everything should be getting under way at about eight o'clock.
Mike was shown up the staircase and into a a large suite.
"If you require anything sir," The butler told him "Please call." He left the room and the door closed behind him.
Mike made his way out on to a balcony, it was now late afternoon and the sun still shone brightly. He could see villagers below preparing. Long tables were being filled with various foods and drinks and there was a mood of excitement. He lit a cigarette and became lost in his thoughts. This is so fucking weird he thought.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mike called out "Hello?"
He was delighted, as in walked a familiar face.
"Zoe!!!!!" At last." This was of course, the first time that they had met face to face, and they embraced each other.
"Mike I'm sorry about all of this."
"Well I think you owe me some kind of explanation."
Zoe looked deep into his eyes.
"I am Lady Zoe Cassis and my family own this chateau and the majority of land in this area. As I told you, every year we hold a festival to celebrate the French revolution.....but this year is going to be a bit different. You see normally a young girl from the village is chosen but this year..........this year it's my turn."
"Chosen for what?" Mike asked "What do you mean it's your turn?"
"It's my turn for the guillotine.....I'm going to be executed."
There was silence as they stared at each other.
This day was getting more and more weird by the minute.
Zoe broke the silence. "I've always known that it was going to happen. As soon as I turned twenty one it would be my turn to go to the guillotine. That is why I contacted you. I want you to write an account on your website so that everyone around the world will be able to read about it."
Mike was unsure and lit yet another cigarette as he poured himself a large drink. "Zoe, I just write stories.....fiction.....I'm not a reporter."
"I know, but no-one outside of this town will ever hear anything of it if you don't. We can't have the press here. Please Mike, share my execution with everyone."
"Zoe, let's just try and get you out of here."
Zoe laughed "You sweet thing, you don't get it do you..........I want to be beheaded, It's all I've ever wanted. I've waited for this day for a long time."
She sat on a couch and looked up at him. "Look at this neck....." she told him
".....It's perfect for a guillotine."
Mike looked at the beautiful girl in front of him "Okay, I'll write your story."
Zoe was delighted, she held out her hands and pulled him towards her. They kissed passionately. "Mike, thank you so much.....but.....can I ask you for one more thing..........I am a virgin..... and in an hour I'm going to be executed. Would you please make love to me?"
Mike didn't answer. He kissed her again on the lips, then slowly he moved down kissing her bare shoulders and her breasts. He lifted her dress then placed his hand between her legs. One, then two of his fingers slipped inside of her wet pussy, deeply his hand explored as Zoe groaned aloud. Mike moved further down and he removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. Zoe was ecstatic, she had never known such pleasure. She fondled with her breasts as Mikes tongue caressed her pussy.....
Soon she found herself cuming.....she began to shudder, it felt so good, she screamed out. Mike again kissed her passionately on the mouth and Zoe could taste her own sweet juices on his tongue.
"Fuck me" she screamed "Please fuck me."
Mike was, of course, rock hard and in one long thrust, pushed his full eight inches inside of her. Again she screamed, it was so painful.....and at the same time felt so good. Harder and harder he fucked her, as the pain and pleasure intensified. Soon she felt herself cuming for a second time, Mike exploded inside of her as they climaxed together, Zoe almost felt faint as more and more cum was fired into her.
Eventually he finished and Zoe sat up. She caught her breath then looked over her shoulder at Mike.
"How would you like to do that again..........to my mouth?"
He didn't need to be asked twice, and as Zoe dropped to her knees Mike stood in front of her. She licked his balls then took them in her mouth, her tongue ran up and down the shaft of his cock then over the head. Again she could taste herself on him. Mike held the back of her head and pushed himself inside of he mouth. She gagged slightly as he began to slide down her throat. Inch by inch he pushed deeper inside of her, then as her throat muscles tightened around him, he rhythmically began fucking her mouth. As before, it became harder and harder and again Mike came, filling her throat with so much cum and Zoe swallowed.
Zoe licked her lips and looked up at him "Thank you" she said "That was fantastic."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a voice called out "Lady Zoe, they're ready for you outside."
Zoe tidied her hair and looked at Mike. "Now" she said..........
.........."Take me to the guillotine."
- - - o 0 o - - -
The evening was still very warm and they made their way out of the chateau and into the center of the town. A platform had been erected and on it stood the executioner and the guillotine. They both waited eagerly for Zoe.
Zoe and Mike walked through the large crowd of villagers that had surrounded the platform. There was a silence as she reached the stairs. Zoe whispered into Mikes ear. "I'm so glad that I'm going to have my head chopped off while I'm so full of your cum." She kissed him on the cheek then took the stairs to the guillotine.
The executioner stepped forward to greet her as the blade was lifted to the top of the frame.
Confidently Zoe walked around the back of the machine. She looked down into the crowd for Mike. She kissed her hand and blew it in his direction, he smiled and she called out to him "Write it well won't you."
Mike nodded.
The executioner spoke, "Lady Zoe, would you please remove your sunglasses?"
"Certainly Sir" she smiled "And would you please chop my head off?"
"It will be my pleasure." He told her
"And mine." She replied.
The upper stocks of the guillotine were lifted and Zoe sat on the bascule. She laid back placing her head in the lunette. The stocks were replaced and Zoe looked up at the blade above her. For a third time today, she felt herself very aroused and very wet between the legs. Everything was ready and Zoe waited patiently as the roll of a drum sounded out.
The drum fell silent..........
There was a click above her and the blade began to fall. She could feel the machine vibrate as the blade flashed in the evening sunlight. She held her breath as time stood still and she climaxed yet again.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and all sounds fell silent.
The razor sharp blade had struck her throat.
She savored every milli-second as the cold steel sliced through her swan like neck. She came so hard as she experienced a falling sensation.
Her beautiful head was chopped clean off sending it tumbling down into the waiting wicker basket.
Zoe 82 had been executed..........and Mike returned to London to write her story.
It all began in a very familiar way.
It was close to 11.00pm and Mike was still at his office in the City. He sat as his desk, tapping away on his keyboard, while the rain outside pounded against his window. He hit the enter key, sending some data across the world, then grabbed his cigarettes and lit one. Finally relaxing, Mike blew the rings of smoke up into the air and stared at the screen.
Without warning a 'Yahoo Messenger' box appeared on his screen. Immediately he looked at the name - Zoe 82. It was a name he hadn't seen before. The message was short and sweet. "Hi".
MIke replied....."Hi".
A few seconds passed and a second message appeared. "I've just found your web site, it's really cool."
Mike smiled and replied "Thanks, that's always good to hear."
Zoe continued to tell Mike about her favorite stories and pictures, then asked "Is it right that you're in London? I used to live there myself, but I'm back in the south of France now."
"You say BACK" Mike asked "Are you French?"
"Oui Monsuir.....I'm from the south of France originally. I went to Paris and London to study, but I love the beach and the weather here, so I came back. Actually I have a couple of pictures of myself on the beach, would you like me to send them to you?"
"Please do." Mike wrote
There was a delay of only a few seconds, then Mike received the attachments. He opened them and was delighted with what he saw.....
"You're very pretty." He told her.
"That's very kind of you to say, you're making me blush.....can I ask a favour of you?"
Mike almost expected the next line, as over the last few years he had been asked on numerous occasions if he would write stories for people.
"I would really like to feature in one of your stories."
"Okay," He told her "I'll see what I can do. Is there anything in particular that you'd like me to put in?"
"Well..........I want it to be a true story."
"I'm not sure what you mean?"
"I don't want it to be fiction, I want it to be a true account."
"I'm afraid I'm still not sure."
"Would you give me your phone number? Zoe asked "I'll call you right now and explain."
"Well, okay but you must promise to keep it to yourself: 0044 207 709 0765"
Within two minutes the phone on Mikes desk rang. "Hello?"
"Hi Mike, It's Zoe. Let me explain. Every year in my town, we have a festival to celebrate the French revolution. Everyone wears costumes, we have a huge banquet and drink lots of wine."
"That sounds great but....."
"I'd really like you to come as my guest."
"Thank you, I'm very honoured. When is it?"
"It's on Friday. Do you think you can make it?"
"Why not, I'm due some annual leave. Yes, I'll be there."
"Oh Mike, thank you so much. I was really hoping that you'd say yes. I'll e-mail you some travel arrangements right away."
They said their goodbyes and Mike replaced the receiver. He sat back, lit another cigarette and stared out of the window. It was close to midnight now, still raining but the London traffic was quite heavy. A thousand thoughts ran through his head. He'd met a few guy's from around the south of England through his website and even a couple of girls, but certainly never traveled as far as the south of France to meet someone. He decided that if she didn't show up, then he'd just enjoy a vacation in the sun. If she did show up.....well, let's see.
- - - o 0 o - - -
Mike had set off very early and arrived in Marseille before lunch. The weather was extremely hot, the sky was blue and not a cloud to be seen. Marseille was a very wealthy city, Ferrari's and Mercedes the popular choice of car and the marina was home to millions of pounds worth of yachts. Mike had brought with him copies of the pictures that Zoe had sent. As he left the airport he looked around but could not see her. Just as he was about to resign himself to giving up, he saw a well dressed man holding a card. MICKEY JAY. Mike approached the man but before he had a chance to introduce himself, was told.
"Lady Zoe sends her deepest apologies and has asked me to take you to your hotel."
LADY Zoe? Mike thought.
The man took his luggage from him and led the way to the car.
Even in this town, this particular Mercedes was a head turner. It's windows were blacked out and it boasted every possible extra. Mike sat alone in the back, enjoying the coolness of the AC as the car made its way out of Marseille. The glass partition slowly dropped and the driver spoke.
"We should arrive at your hotel in less than an hour sir. You will find some chilled Champagne just there to your left."
Before he could even thank the driver, the partition rose back up, and again there was silence. Mike helped himself to the Champagne, it was chilled to perfection and greatly appreciated after his journey. As he watched the French countryside go by he was almost startled as a telephone next to him rang. He let it ring a couple of times, then answered. "Hello?"
"Mike, it's Zoe, I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you but I'll see you real soon."
"Er yeah okay. I must say I'm a bit surprised at all of this and I've got a few questions....."
She interrupted ".....I'll explain everything when you get here. I have to go now."
The phone went dead and Mike replaced the receiver still confused.
The remainder of the journey was uneventful. They pulled off of the main road and turned into some private grounds. Either side of them Mike could see deer running wild and in front saw a large chateau. The car pulled to a halt and a butler dressed in traditional French costume quickly approached them. He opened the car door and Mike stepped out.
"Sir. on behalf of Lady Zoe may I welcome you."
LADY Zoe? there it is again.
A bell boy took Mikes luggage from the car and the butler led the way in. They stopped in a huge entrance hall where large portraits hung from the walls around them. A grand staircase stood in front of them leading up to a stained glass window.
Mike turned as a voice spoke behind him.
"I see our guest has arrived from England."
The face of the man was familiar, where had he seen it before. Then he realized. He looked again at the portraits on the walls. this man had similar features to all of the men in the paintings.
"My ancestors." The man said "Good looking don't you think." He laughed out loud
Mike knew straight away that he didn't like this guy.
A butler came rushing up carrying a silver tray with a bottle of whisky and a couple of glasses. The man filled the two glasses and handed one to Mike.
"So, I understand that your here to report on this evenings events."
Mike took the glass. He felt very uneasy. "Er I'm not really sure. I'm here for the festival."
"Yes, and this year is special. It's not just a peasant girl from the village, this year is the turn of a Lady."
Mike was confused. He thought deeply What the fuck is going on?
Again the man spoke, may I suggest that you retire to your room to refresh. Everything should be getting under way at about eight o'clock.
Mike was shown up the staircase and into a a large suite.
"If you require anything sir," The butler told him "Please call." He left the room and the door closed behind him.
Mike made his way out on to a balcony, it was now late afternoon and the sun still shone brightly. He could see villagers below preparing. Long tables were being filled with various foods and drinks and there was a mood of excitement. He lit a cigarette and became lost in his thoughts. This is so fucking weird he thought.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mike called out "Hello?"
He was delighted, as in walked a familiar face.
"Zoe!!!!!" At last." This was of course, the first time that they had met face to face, and they embraced each other.
"Mike I'm sorry about all of this."
"Well I think you owe me some kind of explanation."
Zoe looked deep into his eyes.
"I am Lady Zoe Cassis and my family own this chateau and the majority of land in this area. As I told you, every year we hold a festival to celebrate the French revolution.....but this year is going to be a bit different. You see normally a young girl from the village is chosen but this year..........this year it's my turn."
"Chosen for what?" Mike asked "What do you mean it's your turn?"
"It's my turn for the guillotine.....I'm going to be executed."
There was silence as they stared at each other.
This day was getting more and more weird by the minute.
Zoe broke the silence. "I've always known that it was going to happen. As soon as I turned twenty one it would be my turn to go to the guillotine. That is why I contacted you. I want you to write an account on your website so that everyone around the world will be able to read about it."
Mike was unsure and lit yet another cigarette as he poured himself a large drink. "Zoe, I just write stories.....fiction.....I'm not a reporter."
"I know, but no-one outside of this town will ever hear anything of it if you don't. We can't have the press here. Please Mike, share my execution with everyone."
"Zoe, let's just try and get you out of here."
Zoe laughed "You sweet thing, you don't get it do you..........I want to be beheaded, It's all I've ever wanted. I've waited for this day for a long time."
She sat on a couch and looked up at him. "Look at this neck....." she told him
".....It's perfect for a guillotine."
Mike looked at the beautiful girl in front of him "Okay, I'll write your story."
Zoe was delighted, she held out her hands and pulled him towards her. They kissed passionately. "Mike, thank you so much.....but.....can I ask you for one more thing..........I am a virgin..... and in an hour I'm going to be executed. Would you please make love to me?"
Mike didn't answer. He kissed her again on the lips, then slowly he moved down kissing her bare shoulders and her breasts. He lifted her dress then placed his hand between her legs. One, then two of his fingers slipped inside of her wet pussy, deeply his hand explored as Zoe groaned aloud. Mike moved further down and he removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. Zoe was ecstatic, she had never known such pleasure. She fondled with her breasts as Mikes tongue caressed her pussy.....
Soon she found herself cuming.....she began to shudder, it felt so good, she screamed out. Mike again kissed her passionately on the mouth and Zoe could taste her own sweet juices on his tongue.
"Fuck me" she screamed "Please fuck me."
Mike was, of course, rock hard and in one long thrust, pushed his full eight inches inside of her. Again she screamed, it was so painful.....and at the same time felt so good. Harder and harder he fucked her, as the pain and pleasure intensified. Soon she felt herself cuming for a second time, Mike exploded inside of her as they climaxed together, Zoe almost felt faint as more and more cum was fired into her.
Eventually he finished and Zoe sat up. She caught her breath then looked over her shoulder at Mike.
"How would you like to do that again..........to my mouth?"
He didn't need to be asked twice, and as Zoe dropped to her knees Mike stood in front of her. She licked his balls then took them in her mouth, her tongue ran up and down the shaft of his cock then over the head. Again she could taste herself on him. Mike held the back of her head and pushed himself inside of he mouth. She gagged slightly as he began to slide down her throat. Inch by inch he pushed deeper inside of her, then as her throat muscles tightened around him, he rhythmically began fucking her mouth. As before, it became harder and harder and again Mike came, filling her throat with so much cum and Zoe swallowed.
Zoe licked her lips and looked up at him "Thank you" she said "That was fantastic."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a voice called out "Lady Zoe, they're ready for you outside."
Zoe tidied her hair and looked at Mike. "Now" she said..........
.........."Take me to the guillotine."
- - - o 0 o - - -
The evening was still very warm and they made their way out of the chateau and into the center of the town. A platform had been erected and on it stood the executioner and the guillotine. They both waited eagerly for Zoe.
Zoe and Mike walked through the large crowd of villagers that had surrounded the platform. There was a silence as she reached the stairs. Zoe whispered into Mikes ear. "I'm so glad that I'm going to have my head chopped off while I'm so full of your cum." She kissed him on the cheek then took the stairs to the guillotine.
The executioner stepped forward to greet her as the blade was lifted to the top of the frame.
Confidently Zoe walked around the back of the machine. She looked down into the crowd for Mike. She kissed her hand and blew it in his direction, he smiled and she called out to him "Write it well won't you."
Mike nodded.
The executioner spoke, "Lady Zoe, would you please remove your sunglasses?"
"Certainly Sir" she smiled "And would you please chop my head off?"
"It will be my pleasure." He told her
"And mine." She replied.
The upper stocks of the guillotine were lifted and Zoe sat on the bascule. She laid back placing her head in the lunette. The stocks were replaced and Zoe looked up at the blade above her. For a third time today, she felt herself very aroused and very wet between the legs. Everything was ready and Zoe waited patiently as the roll of a drum sounded out.
The drum fell silent..........
There was a click above her and the blade began to fall. She could feel the machine vibrate as the blade flashed in the evening sunlight. She held her breath as time stood still and she climaxed yet again.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and all sounds fell silent.
The razor sharp blade had struck her throat.
She savored every milli-second as the cold steel sliced through her swan like neck. She came so hard as she experienced a falling sensation.
Her beautiful head was chopped clean off sending it tumbling down into the waiting wicker basket.
Zoe 82 had been executed..........and Mike returned to London to write her story.
