“Hello! And welcome everyone to the Sailor Scouts Snuff Show! In every episode, we look at a request by you, our audience, and if we decide to go for it, well, you'll still have to pay!” The voice of Sailor Moon came over the moving sign advertising their services.

On the program, the five scouts stood relaxed in a line. “Now, for some bad news. Our previous donor exceeded their request, and I had to punish them.” Moon declared, sad. “While not violating the letter of our agreement, they did violate the trust involved. And as such, we know that person has now offered penance for their transgressions, and so do they.” She wiped away the somber attitude with a sudden smile. “But now, on with the show!”

From left to right, the five were lined up in order of the position of their name sakes astronomically. Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter. The five Sailor Snuff Scouts! In a row, their white leotards were adorned with the bow ties and frilly skirts of their uniforms. Blue, yellow, gold, red and green.

“Well, now it's time for our next request,” Moon announced with a flourish. “I have it right here!” She pulled open the front of her uniform and reached down into it before pulling out a small slip of paper. “Here we go!”

She flipped open the paper with a flourish and read it over quickly. There was a lot to read. “Patron 'T' writes: Moon! Your beauty captivates me! Hair like silk... blah blah blah... descriptive prose... blah blah blah... ah! Here we go!” She read the actual request itself aloud. “I desire to separate your head from your body, then I shall enjoy all the pleasures your body can offer!”

She folded the paper up. “So, a decapitation, then necro-sex. I don't see why not?”

“Why is it no one wants to fuck me after I'm dead?” Venus pouted. “It's always 'sex first, snuff after'.”

“Perhaps because you're the patron of love,” Mercury pointed out. “Your skill in bed is famous, and no one wants to ruin that.”

“Still!” Venus complained. “It's just not fair.”

“Anyways!” Moon stopped any further commentary. “Just little me, sex, snuff. Private show, but naturally we will set up cameras and make sure our Patron has their identity well protected, so we do have secondary income from the videos. Here's the price!” She swept her hands across the bottom of the screen, where post-production would add in the final value. “Now remember, payment is due within 48 hours, or we move on to the next client!”

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On a blank stage, with white walls and white floor was a ring of 15 video cameras. Set at various heights, angles and positions, they could cover everything that happened in the middle of their ever-watching gaze.

What lay in the middle was three simple objects. The first was a covered futon, large enough for one adult to lay down comfortably on. The second was a small table, about two feet high and made of wood. The circular top was supported by a single shaft which spread out onto three feet in the bottom inches.

Lastly was a Chinese guillotine. The curved metal blade was raised up from the stock that had taken many lives before. The elegantly carved handle was formed into the shape of a roaring dragon, green paint gleaming against the shimmering metal.

From the darkness outside the ring of cameras, two people walked in. The first was a beautiful young woman with two long tails of hair flowing behind her. She was wrapped in a silk sheet which did very little to hide the curves underneath. The other was a near whale of a man, obese at all levels and wearing a large mask to cover his face. It was obvious why he had paid to slay the leader of the Sailor Snuff Scouts first, as no normal woman would take him alive.

“Hello! I am Sailor Moon,” the blonde introduced herself to one of the cameras set at head height. “And this is Patron 'T'.” The man bowed slightly, the rolls of fat preventing him from going as low as the lithe woman. “Shall we begin?”

“Yes,” 'T' said. With that, Moon dropped the silk sheet around her, letting the cameras take in her nudity from all angles. While middle-of-the-road in terms of sexual assets in her troupe, she was still a picture of beauty in the white light. At the sight of her, T started to come into an erection, already desiring to move on to the second act of the show.

She moved over to the guillotine and lay down on the mattress provided. Raising one knee to help keep her balance, she lowered her head down, moving past the sharp edge of the blade that would soon kill her without a second glance. Looking up, she winked for the camera hidden in the darkness between the lights just as the back of her neck touched the stock. With a flip of the hand, she moved all her hair above the neck line so it wouldn't be cut or damaged. “T, once you are ready, please remove my head and use my body as you wish. I shall prepare myself for your enjoyment.”

He moved to grab the long handle, and placed a firm grip on it as Moon reached between her legs and started to pleasure herself. Performing as much for the camera as she was to the hideous man in front of her, she closed her eyes and dreamed of another man – any other man who would prove their manhood upon her temple. As least she would be dead before that happened, and as much as she wanted to use her magic to keep herself alive to experience whatever he had planned for her body, she had decided against it in this case.

T kept careful eye on the pretty woman who did all this for money, but he didn't care behind his mask. Soon, he would ravage her body, and leave it ruined like the others, only this one knew what she was getting into, and was getting off on it! Such a slut! She moved one hand from her pussy to her breasts, squeezing them to etch out a little more pleasure before the inevitable, and in that moment, T decided he had had enough.

With a roar, he slammed down on the lever in his hand, and the sharp blade cut off the equally sharp gasp as it sliced into Moon's throat, through flesh and blood and bone and stopped when it hit the stocks. The force of the separation was enough to send her head rolling backwards, blood already draining from the neck. Her body spasmed as the commands from her brain were halted, and the flesh continued on with the last instructions it received.

T bent down carefully and grabbed Moon's head by the crown of hair. Her eyes still glittered, “It seems you have some life in you.”

He resolved to fix this sooner, rather than later. Using one hand, he pushed up the opulence of his belly and let his erection stand tall. With careful precision, he forced his cock up the throat of Moon's head, pushing aside the larynx and tongue that were never meant to handle that sort of penetration. If he looked hard, he might have been able to see his tip through her mouth, but could not, nor did he care to as he moved the head up and down on his shaft for the cameras.

A few strokes and he was done with the head, not willing to risk his load on something like that. He pulled it off him, ignoring the blood that sunk into the hair around his testes as he placed the head on the table facing a camera. The whore's vacant eyes pleased him as the remaining blood pooled around her neck.

Turning his attention back to the corpse, he licked his lips under the mask as he picked up her knees, dragging her body off the floor a bit. Standing over the warm body, he pulled her moist pussy to him and he found the unresisting flesh easy enough to part and push into.

Upright, he dragged the hips of the woman back and forth, enjoying the sight of her breasts flopping around without muscles or hands to guide them. She had done a good job of pre-lubricating her precious parts, and he took full advantage of that as he finally released his load into her womb. With a sigh, he relaxed and let the body slump, the white fluid dripping between her legs as they fell to the floor.

Crouching, he ran his hands over her limp breasts, already growing white with the loss of blood that now dripped over the edge of the mattress. With a small laugh, he caressed them gently and then walked off the set.

From start to finish, less than 10 minutes.