As the clock slowly but surely ticked downwards, Rebecka was quite a sight to behold. Her breathing was labored and heavy, and with each breath her chest expanded and contracted, her lovely little breasts rising and falling with it. Her puffy nipples appeared to have puffed up even more, swollen with arousal. Her skin was blushing red all over her chest and face, coloring her cheeks a passionate rosy red. Her skin was covered by a thin film of sweat that was close to forming droplets on her forehead. Apparent only to the two assistants standing close by were the unmistakable schlicks of a well lubricated, tight pussy being prodded by eager fingers.

Finally, after what seemed like too long for the poor girl, her orgasm finally washed over her, making her body shake and tremble as the pleasure shot through every cell of her body. Rebecka savored every moment, and she dared not open her eyes. She knew that any of those moments could be her last and chose to zone out, enjoying how her pussy squeezed her fingers that were still buried inside her.

Somewhere in the distance, it seemed like the crowd was chanting in a rhythmical manner, uttering syllables that Rebecka, her mind cloudy, couldn't decipher into words with any meaning. As the intense first waves of the orgasm subsided and the warm, tingling afterglow slowly took over she realized that they must be counting, though she still couldn't figure out the numbers they were calling out. Finally, curiosity overtook her and she opened her eyes. She caught one glimpse of the shiny metal in mid-air, hurling towards her tender neck, before she realized what was happening. There was no resistance though, she didn't try to stop it, instead she focused on her neck, and as a result she was able to feel the blade's path through her body as if it was all happening in slow motion.

At first it broke her pale skin, cutting though it like a hot knife though butter, soundlessly, without resistance. Next, it hit the walls of her trachea which offered only slightly more resistance than her skin, parting her from her lungs. The esophagus followed, the blade cleanly severing the fragile pipe. So far the girl only felt a slight stinging pain, like getting a paper-cut, but when the steel blade met her spine the character of the pain changed. When it hit bone the blade shifted slightly, the shape of the vertebrae deflecting it towards another path, directing it towards the bundle of nerves encased within the bone. The blade sliced cleanly through the nerves, and suddenly Rebecka felt like her body had been stung with thousands of needles, all of them penetrating deep into her flesh. The last flap of skin attaching her head to her body was severed with a tiny snap, and Rebecka's body was now properly separated in two. She was falling now, a strange feeling of disorientation and weightlessness overtaking her. She landed a few moments later, her head having spun a full rotation so that she was facing upwards as she lay in the basket, the bright lights in the ceiling resembling distant stars. The sharp pain had subsided into a dull ache, but somehow it felt like she could still feel the throbbing and pulsing from her clit, and the distinct feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Her vision faded slowly, though her hearing remained for a bit longer, picking up the sound of the ecstatic crowd applauding the successful completion of the afternoons first execution. Rebecka felt something warm and thick hit her cheek, though her mind didn't remain conscious for long enough to realize that it was her own blood, being pumped out in regular intervals by her still beating heart.

The girls had watched Rebecka's death with fascination. Usually the girl on the guillotine would cry out loudly as soon as the timer reached zero and the blade released, but Rebecka had remained silent the whole way through, like she was accepting, even welcoming the steel edge. What was apparent was that she had successfully reached orgasm, and had been able to enjoy it for a full ten seconds before the blade hit. As soon as the blade had severed her head, Rebecka's body flailed wildly. Her arms were tossed to the side and her legs kicked up into the air, letting everyone see her crotch, dripping with her juices. The sight of her head hurling through mid air and her blood spurting out from her neck had sent the remaining Kitties over the edge themselves, achieving a sort of collective orgasm.

Mr. Meat's experienced staff wasted no time taking in the sights however, and as soon as the body stopped twitching they grabbed the lithe body by the feet and pierced meat hooks through the heel. Hanging the carcass from a nearby metal frame they swiftly eviscerated and cleaned it before they cut away Rebecka's meat which went straight through a grinder. A team stood ready on the other end and mixed the ground meat together with spiced and stuffed some of it into sausages, while the rest were formed into patties, ready for the barbecue. One of the workers picked up Rebecka's head from the basket and mounted it on a waiting metal spike. The head was bloodied and messy and her eyes were still half open, but the faint outline of a smile could be seen on her lips.

"Well, wasn't that something!" Mr. Meat said. "Now," he turned towards the five girls, "I think we're ready for the next one. Chloe, please step forward."