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It takes Alice a moment to process. Her vagina still tingling, preparing for an orgasm that didn’t come. After realizing, her hand struggles against the pillory holes, but are held fast.

“I told you not to touch yourself.”

Alice looks up at me. “M-Master, I was so close. Please, just a little bit more!” And then she processes that the blade has only fallen halfway. And she realizes what that meant. “Why…? I thought you were going to lop me!”

“I never said I would. I just told you to get on the guillotine.” I pull Jane’s head from my dick, fresh cum leaking from her lips. “You know, I was thinking. Between your mother and your sister, I don’t really need any more girl meat right now.”

“W-What?”

“Perhaps I ought to knock you up, first.”

“W-Wait, Master…”

“Knock you up with a set of twins, just like your mother, and then wait until they’re your age before lopping you.”

Her head is shaking. “N-No, no… I-I mean, I would love to have your babies… but I don’t want to wait that long!”

“Yes, I think it’d be prudent to ensure you have a replacement slut before I let you die.”

“T-The servants,” Alice says. “Any of them would kill to be your whore. You can just use one of them!”

Her leg is still resting on my shoulder. I slap her ass with all the force I can muster and leave behind a hand print. “Your sister just told you. Slaves don’t get to tell the master what to do.”

Teeth clattering. Alice’s remaining leg writhes, trying in vain to finish off an orgasm by rubbing her thighs together.

“Jane learned her skills from your mother. Perhaps you ought to learn her patients instead.”

“No… no, no, please, no…” Tears roll down her eyes. “Master, please kill me, Please, take my head…”

“You’re supposed to be the older sister. But Jane was always the one setting the good example for you.” I hold Jane’s head in front of Alice’s face. “Thank her.”

“T-Thank you, Jane.” She kisses the head, greedily slurping my cum out of it.

“If you want to die today, then I want you to admit what you are.”

“Of course. I”m a bad girl.”

I spank her ass. “What else?”

“I’m a bad older sister.”

Again. “What else?”

“I’m a rude, stupid whore!”

Setting down Jane’s head, I begin to thrust. Slowly. “What else?”

“I’m a greedy, dirty deathslut! I’m too dumb to learn manners! My brain is filled with nothing but your dick!”

I’m drilling faster, now. She degrades herself between sobbing, lusty moans. As tears continue to streak down her cheeks, Alice looks up, switching her gaze between me and the guillotine blade.

“Keep going.” But I’m hardly listening to her, and she’s barely comprehensible anyway. I lift her ass off the bench and pound her with all my might.

For the last time, I admired her living body. Her thick thighs, her perfectly sculpted abs. Her cute face and cuter sobs. Her adorable ponytail, thrashing with her head. Her perfect breasts and imperfect, careless submission— I’ll admit, I really did consider keeping Alice alive.

“Beg for it.”

“K-Kill me!” Waves of pleasure were building in her once more. With her orgasm rapidly approaching, she trained a desperate stare at me. “Please, Master, p-please!”

But alas, like her mother and sister before her, I loved her too much to do that to her.

“Please!” She came. And with the orgasm clouding her mind, that was all she could say. I pulled the lever once more, this time, without the safety.

A wet thud. Her dying pussy rocked my dick as best she could, and while I was close, it was a bit soon for me to come thrice.

Instead, I pulled out of her and retrieved her head, blood dripping from the stump. To my surprise, her eyes reacted to my touch.

As a parting gift, I pressed my shaft to her lips and used her decapitated head as a cocksleeve. I could feel her licking, best she could, and that effort pushed me over the edge.

I pulled out and came on her face. Alice smile weakly, before the light faded from her eyes.


After I had my fun with the girls’ corpses, I called in the servants.

“Preserve the heads,” I commanded. “Roast the bodies.”

“At once, Master.”

The servants filed in, gingerly foisted up the corpses, and silently filed back out. But I stopped the last one.

“Marie.”

She turned. “Yes, Master?”

“Move your belongings to their room. You’re next.”

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To the OP, I was wondering if I could post this elsewhere. I don’t have much experience with this sort of thing, but I’m kind of proud of how it turned out.

Name: Lynn
Age:24
Appearance: See picture
Traits: Witty, charismatic, charming. Flirty, eager to please. Always a performer.
Setting: A popular online personality has decided to retire with a bang, and has invited you, a close offline friend, to be the one to do it. She’s given you free reign to choose how it happens, as long as you do it on stream and put on a show.