Guillotine Rider

Timothy Lewis was a mere 14 years old when he was sentenced to death. He was to lose his head on a big ol' antique that the prison warden had dragged out of storage somewhere.

The guillotine had been prepped, its blade sharpened until it gleamed. Timothy had been stripped naked. His long and curly brown hair had been cut short. The boy shivered as he and the warden, a tall brunette woman, entered the chilly execution chamber. His breath fogged in the cold air.

The warden instructed him to lay down on the bench, face up. He did so, haltingly. His fine motor controls deserted him as he came face to face with the instrument of his demise. The lunette came down, and the warden locked it in place. Timothy breathed in, and exhaled. He looked up at the blade, looming ominously above his neck. Then, he felt slender hands grasp his penis.

"W-wha-?" he stuttered in surprise. He raised his head and saw the warden jerking him off. The hands expertly rubbed his cock, and he felt it grow hard and stiff. Then, he felt the hands run along his chest, and saw the warden warm and wet, envelope his penis in her pussy.

He moaned as the warden rode his young, virgin cock. He felt something stir in his loins, and he began to thrust his hips in rythm with the warden. He held his breath as his dick shot a thick sticky wad of cum into his executioner's insides. He exhaled, then laid his head back, panting. Timothy didn't even have time to bask in the afterglow of his first fuck, as the guillotine blade fell and neatly separated the boy's head from his neck.

His eyes widened. His head tumbled into the basket.

He looked up at the harsh lights, and he opened his mouth as if to say something. A look of confusion came over him as he silently mouthed an exclamation. He felt hands pick him up, and the world swung wildly.

The beheaded boy came face to face with the warden. Everything was growing darker. He felt warm, soft lips meet his. The taste of the warden's sweet lipstick and scent of her perfume entered his dying brain. Timothy gathered up all the strength he had left and opened his mouth. The warden french kissed him, her tongue wrapping around his. He weakly moved his tongue, but he was rapidly losing consciousness. The world went black.

The warden took off her pants, then her panties. This was her usual practice whenever she had to execute a handsome boy. It was her way of giving the young men one last good time. She grasped Timothy's cock, and began to jerk it up and down. Timothy's dick began to stiffen into an erection almost immediately. She stopped the handjob, then delicately swung her long legs over his body, and lowered her pelvis down until his erect cock entered her wet pussy. She rode him cowboy style, both hands on his chest. Timothy began to breathe harder and harder, and she could feel his hearbeat thunder away. With a gasp, she felt Timothy unload a hot blast of cum into her. She triggered the guillotine, and the blade came down.

THUD.

Timothy's body spasmed. Every muscle seemed to tense up for a moment. Then his body relaxed.
The warden got off the dead boy, his cock limply falling from her vagina. She walked around to the front, and gathered Timothy's head from the basket. The boy was still conscious, although rapidly fading. His eyes darted around, and his mouth opened. The warden entered his mouth with her tongue. She tasted the salty iron tang of blood. The warden felt Timothy's tongue weakly rub against hers. She saw his eyes dull. His tongue relaxed. The warden knew Timothy Lewis was no more.