Alexander was led into the white sterile chamber where he would die. He could hear his heart beating in his chest like a hammer as his eyes fell on the guillotine in the center of the room.

“I’ll take it from here.” A dark-haired girl in what appeared to be a nurse’s uniform smiled warmly. The rough guards shoved him in and closed the door with a loud and final clunk.

The king, his father, was killed when rebels threw molotov cocktails at the palace. The revolution lasted mere days following the execution of a prominent war hero and his family, the entire nation turned on him. The army joined the revolution and the new military dictatorship ordered the execution of the entire royal family.

His sister, Princess Alice, already went. He recognized her headless body in the cart. From the damp spot running down her pink dress she must’ve had a full bladder. He shuddered at the realization that his body would be piled on hers’ in a few minutes.

The nurse leaned in and placed a stethoscope to his chest. “Just gotta check your vitals,” she sighed.

Even as his heart raced, Alexander found his eyes drifting to her open cleavage and the ample lumps of flesh under her shirt. For a brief moment, he forgot that this woman was getting ready to end his life. His cock squirmed.

“Well, you have a healthy heart. I’m about to take care of that. Really a shame that we have to kill someone so cute.” As straightened herself she watched Alexander’s eyes follow her bust and started smirking. “See something you like?”

Alexander snapped his head. “I… uh… no… I…” His face turned red.

The nurse reached into his shorts. He couldn’t deny it, his cock was hard as stone as she wrapped her hand around it. “I think you did. If only we had more time to play. Say, have you ever seen boobs in real life?”

Alexander shook his head.

“If you be a good little boy and don’t make a fuss, I’ll let you see them before you die. I know you won’t tell anyone.”

He nodded.

“Good! Now, let’s get you situated.”

She guided him to the guillotine. Alexander kneeled over the bed. She guided his hands and head through the lunette before locking down his legs. The nurse opened the top buttons of her shirt and pulled it down to her waist. She removed her bra, letting her perfect d-cup breasts spill out. “I hope you enjoy your goodbye presents.”

“Do… do I have to die a virgin?” Alexander squeaked.

The nurse giggled. “Yeah, sorry about that.” She pressed a red button and the blade fell. She caught his head before it hit the basket, bringing it up to her face. She locked lips with him. The last thing he felt before going dark was her tongue sliding under his.

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Name: Kaitlyn
Age: 11
Personality: Playful and flirty, obsessed with cute boys.
Appearance: See Pic
Apparel: See Pic
Consent: Sex, Yes. Death, No

Type of Death: School Shooting.
Setting: Katie is masturbating on the toilet during a school shooting. She tries to flirt with the killer when he comes in.