It was festival day. The school had housed 875 students and 90 teachers this morning.

Seven boys in their late teens, 868 girls between six months and two years, and 90 women between four and five years old.

Now they were down to around four hundred girls and one teacher.

Old Iron-cunt was still gripping the rope in her teeth, grinning with defiance. She was so caked with cum she was almost unrecognizable, but the sun was setting and soon the lunette and the shackles holding her legs up would unlock.

Seven boys and four men were exhausted and drained, flopped out around the last guillotine.

Then a young man with a pushcart wandered past, ready to restock the vending machines. "Hi, Miss Sanderson," he mumbled.

Ironcunt gasped in surprise and happy recognition. "Tommy Robertson! How-"

THOCK.

Patty Sanderson finally lost her head at thirty years old.