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Maneuvering through the slightly thinning crowd, you make your way to the tent with the sign bluntly stating 'Decapitation stage – applicants here'.

“Hey babe, guess what?” You ask Natalie.

“Hm?”

“I'm gonna go and get myself decapitated.”

“Hm.” She frowns a little. “Are you sure this is the way you wanna go, isn't that over much too quick? You're at least going to go with the knife, right?”

“Maybe.” Probably not, that sounds like an awfully painful way. You'd rather your head be taken off in one strike.

Waiting in line you see another round from much closer, and Natalie gets a few splatters of blood on her white dress, before it's your turn, and kissing Natalie one final time you enter the tent.

Inside there are two more girls waiting, both slightly younger than you, and one of the assistants you saw before cleaning up asks you for your preferred method.

“With the sword. And I'd want to get time to finger myself one more time.”

“Very well. Depending on how fast you are, you may want to start now, up on the stage we have some time for each participant, but not too much. Also we'd like to ask all participants to strip, please.”

Fair enough. However before you can even start undressing someone gropes your breasts from behind as a decidedly female figure presses against your back. You flinch and spin around, finding one of the other girls, the dark-haired one, already topless and wearing only a very short skirt, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Let me help you with that.” She grins and after a brief deliberation you nod; Natalie wouldn't even mind, if anything she'd ask to join, and it's not like in a few minutes this won't matter anymore anyways.

The girl rather aggressively pushes into you, one hand reaching into your shorts and the other under your top, as she passionately, almost forcefully kisses you. Looks like someone has a lot of pent-up energy. After a moment she pulls back to undo your shorts, dropping them around your legs, and you step out of them, then raise your arms for her to take your top off.

Even if she is slightly smaller than you, the girl clearly is the more assertive one, as she pushes two fingers into your pussy before kissing you again and lightly biting your lower lip until you can taste metal in your mouth and let out a sharp gasp. She pauses to lick one of your breasts, her teeth playing with your sensitive nipple just on the edge between pain and pleasure, then she kneels down in front of you, running her tongue all the way up your pussy before licking and sucking your clit, even carefully using her teeth.

Your breath quickly intensifies, and you start slightly moving your hips in rhythm to her, but just before it can get really good, the girl stops and gets up with a sly grin. “I think that's quite enough. Gotta leave something for the actual show, right?” Guess so. “My turn now.” She continues, lifting her skirt and indicating her already wet pussy.

That's just fair. You obediently kneel down in front of her and get to it, taking in the smell and taste as you lick the outside of her pussy and briefly circle her clit before moving down again, parting her labia with your tongue and pushing it inside her as far as you can, practically burying your face in her crotch.

You can't really breathe in this position, and have to pull back for air after a handful seconds, but Natalie always loves when you do that; and from the sound of her breath, so does this girl. After only two goes, even if you barely touched her clit, she stops you, panting. “That was... great. But let me save the rest... for the stage, kay?”

You get up with a nod, and perfectly on time, as just now the assistant enters the tent again and ushers the three of you outside. Right in the front you can see Natalie, and wave cheerfully as she blows you a kiss.

As before, the sword gets the first go, so you lightly keep teasing yourself the whole time, waiting for the headman, and only moments later the crowd cheers as he enters the stage, and shortly guides you onto your knees as he fetches the sword. From up close the blade is imposingly large and even looks heavy, but it's also perfectly polished and you can see your own reflection in it, your cheeks flush, your hair slightly disheveled, and that expression in your eyes, a cross between excitement, fear and arousal. You're actually looking pretty hot.

A sentiment that Natalie, who pushed through the crowd to stand right in front of you, clearly seems to share, as she not-particularly-subtly starts pleasuring herself, reminding you that you should do the same, as you're on kind of a timer.

The grassy ground is covered in a thick layer of sand to soak up the blood, but it's still soft enough to not be uncomfortable, and you start rubbing two fingers over your clit, your neck already lowered in preparation of your impending execution, but your gaze raised and fixated on your girlfriend putting on one final show for you.

Thanks to the other girl doing some work just before – only now you realize she never told you her name, but it's not like it even matters now –, you soon approach your climax, and it takes a lot of self-control to keep your head in position, but you don't want the headman to botch it and only cut off half of your head or something.

...There it is. You orgasm, keeping your fingers rubbing your pussy as it radiates pleasure all over you, and suddenly there's whooshing sound and a brief pain in your neck as you suddenly fall over, your view spinning and you can see the ground and the sky and the ground and the sky again, and you hit the ground, getting a view of your headless body, two fingers still inside your pussy and twitching and jerking around in the final shivers of orgasm progressing into death throes.

Then someone picks up your head and turns it around, and you see Natalie smiling at you, her face flush in arousal. “Hey babe, help me finish one more time?” She holds you under her skirt, and even though your vision is already starting to dim, you still have enough strength left to push your tongue inside her, and that's almost all it takes for Natalie to come, her pussy rhythmically clenching and her moans distinctly audible, if muffled as if through cotton, as she squirts all over your face.

As Natalie's climax slowly subsides she lifts your head again. “Thanks, babe. That was awesome.” Blackness is quickly enclosing your view as she moves you closer for one final, macabre, kiss, but you barely manage to return the kiss, Natalie's face right in front of you, and her smell, and the taste of her lips the last thing you ever see before everything fades to black...

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