Having a Headless Rider

He lied back in the couch, which was covered by a waterproof blanket. The brothel's mistress brought in the girl he chose, while carrying a sword. She silently pleaded to her, but was answered with a stern look. She climbed on, and grinded against him. He fondled her breasts as she guided him into her, and started to ride him with a tear streaming down her face. The mistress swiftly pulled her hair and chopped off her head. The frenzied body has ridden him with all its might as warm blood covered him. He caught her gaze as he came.