>>7054

“Are you disappointed?”


Maria’s apartment was lit only by the slits of light that made it through the thick, black curtains. Growing up, Maria had never been good at keeping her room clean, but since becoming a shut-in, things had evidently gotten so much worse.


The light fell around her half-nude silhouette, the contours of her curves, her rounded ass and blooming chest. Her body was pudgy in places, yet almost skeletal from malnutrition in others. What little she did eat was not good for her.


My childhood crush stared at me with bated breath, desperate for my approval. Ten, fifteen years ago, I could’ve only dreamed of a situation like this. To my surprise, a mere hour ago, I learned that our feelings back then had been mutual.


But now…


“Maria… I can’t—”


“Am I not good enough?”


“It’s not that,” I said. “It’s just… I’m married.” I hadn’t brought it up when we were catching up. If asked at the time, I’d say it was because it never came up, but if I really sat and thought about it, it was probably because it was awkward around a woman whom I knew had lingering feelings for me, and vice versa.


Or, as I would come to learn, more than lingering.


“She doesn’t have to find out.” With her dark green shirt still hanging unbuttoned off her shoulders, she stepped out of her jeans, over to the head of the bed, and yanked a blanket. Dust filled the room momentarily, but when it settled, the light gleamed off the blade of a fully functional guillotine. “Without my head, I won’t be telling anyone.”


I wasn’t sure what to say. I mean, sure, we’d fallen out of touch, but Maria was my childhood best friend. A part of me still considered her among my closest confidants. I would never consider snuffing her—


“You know, I sleep under that blade every night.” Her voice was quiet, a breathy, airy whisper. Maria returned to my side, pressing her naked body against me. She shrugged off the shirt and unlatched her bra, now dressed in nothing but a g-string thong. “And every night, I get myself off to the thought that some day, you might come back. And fuck me with my neck locked in the lunette.”


While she spoke, Maria was unbuttoning my trousers and freeing my erect shaft. She stared up at me, eyes narrowed, tongue poking through her lips in a devilish grin. She’d always been a rulebreaker, a rebel, a girl who laughed in the face of authority, of taboos, of decency. And honestly, that was one of the things I’d love the most about her.


“The only thing that’s stopped me from pulling that lever is because I want you to do it. So please. Please.”


Before I knew what was happening, my clothes were in a pile on the floor. I grabbed her body and threw her on the bed. Maria squealed with delight, and flung open the lunette, lining her neck. A glance up at the blade, then back to me, as I rubbed my dick against her dripping wet slit.


“I can’t believe this is really happening…”


“You’d better believe it while you can.” And with that, I locked the lunette shut. I seized her hips and took her virginity.


Maria was like putty in my hands. The depths of our experience was like night and day. Every thrust of mine into her snug pussy sent mind-searing pleasure coursing through her body, sent screams of raw joy from her lips. Her cheeks were alight, flushed with desire.


Yet, what surprised me was how familiar it all was.


As I watched her tits flopping up and down, I remembered when we were working out together, the summer between our 11th and 12th grade years. When Maria was running on the treadmill with a sports bra that didn’t fit her. As the beads of sweat rolled down her body and she screamed my name, louder and louder, I remembered the time I went to her parent’s house unannounced. I’d walked in on her masturbating in her room, a thin wooden door standing between me and her intense, slutty moans.


All those little expressions were the same. Flirty smiles, singsong laughs brought back memories from when I’d agreed to help her pick out clothes, or prepare for the school dance. It was the same look on her now, as now, pinned down beneath me, beneath a guillotine, for the first and final fuck of her life.


Her fingers coiled around mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me close, pulling me tighter, pulling me deeper into her.


I could feel her body shuddering. Her orgasm was getting close.


“C-cum inside me!” She yelled. “Even if I’m too dead to feel it, please! I need it!”


“I will!”


Maria’s body thrashed against the lunette, her chin slamming against the wooden bar as I pounded her, as she threw herself at me as hard as she could. Her high-pitched screams got higher and higher. Maria gazed at me with teary, fuck-drunk eyes, a gaze was shared for just a moment, until her last orgasm ripped through her body. I took that as my cue to crank the rusted guillotine lever. The blade ripped through her neck, sending her head rolling to the side of her pillow.


With the last of its strength, Maria’s corpse thrashed against me. With no head left to hold it in place, I saw no reason to leave it lying down. I propped her dying body up and fucked it from a standing, as her limbs fell around me, as if to pull me closer post-mortem. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maria’s decapitated head, staring up at me and her headless body. The final look on her eyes was one of pleasure, but also, jealousy at the attention her corpse was receiving instead of her head.


It wasn’t long before I fulfilled my promise, filling up her insides. And then, I let her body fall to the bed while I leaned forward to retrieve her head. While I prodded her lips with my cockhead and cleaned off the excess juices and cum with her tongue, I wondered. If things had turned out different, if I’d never left for college, would Maria and I have ended up married?


I felt her tongue twitch on my shaft. I looked down at Maria’s head. She was still alive, somehow, licking my dick clean with the last of her consciousness. And in that moment, I knew that there was no way things could have turned out any other way. She was simply too much of a snuff slut.


As I used her head as a cocksleeve, I knew the signs were always there. It wasn’t long before my second load had spilled all over her slack-jawed face.


It was then that my phone rang.


“Hello?”


“It’s me, dear. How was your meeting with your friend?”


“It was good. I had a great time catching up.” I looked down at Maria’s head. “By the way, honey, did you have any plans for dinner? How does girlmeat sound?”


“Hm… girlmeat’s pretty expensive these days,” my wife said. “Did your friend give you some, or something?”


“Yeah, something like that.”




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Name: Roselia

Age: 20

Character: Flirty, seductive, enjoys pain as well as the prospect of death.

Setting: The dancer who volunteered for your army turned out to be a spy for the enemy. However, it seems she has yet to sell out your secrets, so you have an opportunity to silence her right here. For her part, Roselia seems awfully pleased by this turn of events.

Whether you decide to make an example of her, enjoy her last moments in the privacy of your own quarters, or use her to raise your army’s morale is up to you.