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“Captain Stein,” I said. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

“Yes sir, I do. I am willing to accept the maximum penalty for this offense.” Captain Julia Stein stood at attention and saluted. She was a tall woman. Her long blond hair flowed from her military cap and fell all the way past her hips. Her bangs were swept to one side to cover her missing right eye, lost during a particularly brutal shelling. Her immaculately pressed uniform clung to her shapely form. Despite the way her assets strained the seams, there was not a thread out of place.

Captain Stein had always been a paragon of patriotism and a model junior officer. An error of any kind, much less of this severity, was highly unusual for her.

“Then follow me to the guillotine room.”

“Yes sir. Glory to Groustan,” she said.

“Glory to Groustan.”

It was a long walk from my office. On the way there, the two of us passed by the training grounds. At the sight of me, the cadets and drill sergeants snapped to attention. At the sight of Captain Stein, though, I could sense an uneasy tension ripple through them.

“An announcement regarding Captain Stein will be disseminated later this evening,” I returned their salute. “At ease. Continue your training. Glory to Groustan.”

“Glory to Groustan, sir!”

Behind us, while we walked away, I could hear the rumors already starting to form. For many of the newer recruits, Stein had been the only Captain they’d ever taken orders from. It was difficult for them to imagine this garrison without her. Hell, it was difficult for me.

Once we were out of earshot, I couldn’t contain my curiosity.

“Captain Stein.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you really forget about the Minister of War’s deathly allergy?”

“That’s what I told the court martial.”

I slowed my pace and looked her in the eye. “But is it true?”

After taking in her surroundings and ensuring that no one as listening, Stein lowered her voice. “Of course not.” She brushed her hair out of her face and turned to the side, staring off somewhere far into the distance. I could make out the scars where her right eye used to be. “You are aware of the rumors of what that bastard has done, aren’t you?”

For my own sake, I took another glance around before nodding. “I have.”

“I only enlisted so I could get close to him.” Stein turned her gaze back to me. “Though I stayed for all of them. And you too, Commander.”

We’d arrived at our destination. The guillotine room was a small room next to the holding cells. Notably, it was not the only execution area— my predecessor had designated this room for important ‘visitors,’ and it had been furnished as such. Where the other cells were little more than concrete blocks, this room could’ve been proper office— albeit, with waterproof floor tiles, assorted torture devices, and of course, a state-of-the-art guillotine as the room’s centerpiece.

“Captain Stein.”

She saluted. “Yes, sir.”

“You are hereby stripped of your title and rank. Per the maximum penalty for your offense, you are sentenced to death by beheading. I order you to turn in your uniform at once.”

“I understand, sir. Glory to Groustan.” Julia put her hand down, and, for the final time, began to strip. Her slender fingers undid the bronze buttons on her jacket, one after the other. As she popped them open, the remaining ones began to strain against their cuffs, her struggling to hold in Julia’s breasts.

Despite knowing what she’d done, I sighed. “You know, Stein, soldiers like you are this nation’s pride. A part of me was hoping that you’d desert your post. At least that would make things easier.”

“To let me go, or to execute me?”

“Either, really. Honestly, if you’d just asked for a review of the evidence, or a commuted sentence, there’s any number of strings I could’ve pulled. Stein—”

“I won’t hear it, Commander.” Her jacket was fully unbuttoned, now. As she shifted her body to undo her belt, the uniform jacket slipped from one of her shoulders. I could clearly see the outline of her bra through her undershirt. She flashed a sultry smile and slipped the tip of her tongue out of her lips. “There’s a reason I requested the maximum penalty, you know. I wanted you to handle it personally.”

“In all the time I’ve spent as your CO, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you, Stein.” I couldn’t help but smile back. My approval seemed to embolden Julia in her striptease.


“You’re not my C.O. anymore, and I’m not ‘Captain Stein’ anymore, either. I’m just Julia. This is me, it’s always been me.” Her voice was barely a purr. Julia pushed her hips from side to side as she pulled off her belt, hooked her fingers on her uniform trousers, and slowly slid them down her legs to reveal her bare thighs and slightly damp panties. Bending over, she let her trousers cascade around her ankles, arching her back to accentuate her chest. “If it’s for the glory of Groustan, I don’t mind the formality one bit. But it’s nice to cut loose.”

Stepping out of her pants with and sashaying from side to side, Julia slowly peeled off her uniform jacket, dressed only in her undershirt, bra, and panties, now. With theatrical grace, she reached to the side and plucked a long, jagged knife off a torture rack, and ran the point down the center of her undershirt, letting the sound of each snapped thread echo through the execution room. With only undergarments left, Julia gently placed the knife in my fingers with one hand and tugged at her bra strap with the other, yanking it to near breaking before letting it snap painfully against her tit meat.

Licking her lips eagerly, Julia closed the distance between us, her face just inches away from mine. “Would you do the honors, Commander?”

“Making more work for me at the very end?”

“I thought might get you in the mood for my punishment.” She cupped me cheek and pulled me close, pressing her forehead against mine. In that moment, I spotted the nervous tension in her eye. As a commander, it was my job to assuage my subordinates.

I pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, and slashed through the straps one by one, careful not to nick her pristine body, and let the scraps fall to the ground. Julia looked like she was going to say something, probably to egg me on further, but I couldn’t wait any further.

I threw open the lunette, grabbed Julia by her hair, shoved her into the guillotine, and locked her hands and wrists in place. She laughed, wriggling her ass and spreading her legs wide open for me. I freed my cock and impaled her.

It was like something had broken loose in me. Julia had always been an attractive woman, but while she was my subordinate, I never would’ve admitted it. Perhaps some part of me had thought of her as an automaton, a cold, perfect soldier.

But feeling the warmth of her folds, the way she glided up and down my shaft… I stared down at her round, full ass, her shapely hips, her back muscles, contorting and flowing as she strained her neck and wrists to milk me harder and harder. I found myself staring at the truth that had always been there.

I wanted her.

“More!” Julia yelled. “Give me more!”

I raised my hand and slapped her ass. Julia squealed. A spray of juices erupted from her pussy. I spanked her again, and again. Each slap sent waves of sharp pain and pleasure rippling through her. Her walls contorted and contracted and played with my dick. I could feel myself getting closer.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re being punished at all!” I yelled.

She craned her head as far as she could, her single eye glimmering at me from just beyond the lunette. “Then punish me more, sir!”

I slowed my pace and turned to the side. “Seems like a shame to enjoy you all by myself. I think I’ll reward the others a bit.”

As I pulled up a rack and removed a hacksaw from it, I saw a lusty light ignite in Julia’s eye. Before she could say anything further, I held the blade just above her shoulder and began to saw.

Immediately, her pussy seized up again. Julia’s ecstatic screams filled the execution room, flaring up and sending her over the edge once I hit bone and kept going. Her upper arm fell away, held up only by her wrist, still locked into the lunette. I gave her no chance to rest, turning the saw teeth to her other arm and repeating the process.

She was lost to the pleasure now, her blood flowing freely from her open wounds, but it didn’t slow her down in the slightest as she continued to rock her hips and ride me with everything she had. I pulled out of her momentarily, and she whined in protest, but it was only so I could do the same to her legs without risking accidental self-castration, slicing through her thigh meat and letting her thick legs fall to the ground.

I grabbed her by the ass and turned her around so I could see her face. Julia’s cheeks were stained with hot tears and flowing saliva, Her eye stared up with at me, clouded over with a haze of ecstasy and blood loss. As I fucked her again, I could tell that Julia’s moans were getting softer, in spite of her best efforts to keep up.

“C-Commander, I’m so close…”

“I know,” I said. It wouldn’t do to let her just fade away like this. I sped up my pace, feeling our orgasms building— for her, one final time. I rammed into her dying cunt with reckless abandon, Julia’s voice growing higher and higher—

I flooded her insides. Hot cum seemed to burn against her womb, shocking her dying nerves to life one final time and sending her into one last orgasm. I threw the switch. With a flash of steel, the blade dropped and carved straight through Julie’s neck, sending it toppling to the ground. Her bloody torso thrashed weakly and squeezed out the rest of my cum, before it too, came to a final rest.

I pulled out of her, stepped to the side, and retrieved her head. She really was a beauty. I couldn’t help but push my cock through her lips, savoring the sensation of her mouth. I noticed her tongue twitch and lick, her eyes turning to me before rolling to a halt before Julia finally faded away.

Truly, an excellent soldier to the end.

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I actually really liked this prompt, but I ended up grappling with the tone for a really long time. Even with a willing victim, capital punishment tends to be a pretty somber affair, but I tend to prefer stories where both parties are enjoying themselves. I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out, though.



Name: Annaliese
Age: 19
Traits: Sweet and mischievous. A rich girl, but spoiled sweet.
Setting: Annaliese is a rich nobleman’s daughter from a coastal province. For her whole life, she’s been curious about the snuff beach that serves as the province’s main tourist hub, but her father has always forbidden her from ever setting foot on it. But, one fateful day, she sneaks out to the beach and runs into you, and you’re all too willing to give her everything she’s ever dreamed of.