Natasha

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I’ve changed my mind.”

“But you promised. On two Entertainment shows you vowed that if you didn’t produce a hit show before this year, you would have your head cut off and presented on Oscar night.”

“But I have a couple more movies coming up!”

“No you don’t. We recently heard they dropped you once they were reminded of your pledge. Remember, your fans are looking forward to this.”

“Fuck my fans!”

“Oh, that’s not a nice thing to say. I’ll tell you what. We’ll wash that out of the video recording so we can make your last moments here on earth look good, ok?”

“No… wait… I don’t want… please don’t…!”

She began to hyperventilate as they secured her arms behind her back. A camera in another man’s hands was recording everything. That’s when she began to break out in a cold sweat.

“Into the next room, Miss Henstridge. You’ll be kneeling before a block in there. We have our best executioner handling the axe. Thor has never missed a neck before and he’s not about to miss one now.”

“No… please… I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want to do this!”

“But you promised. You gave your word.”

“Fuck my word! You can’t do this to me!”

“Here comes Thor. You might want to get a shot of this, Anthony. He’s got a nice axe he brought special for your neck, Miss Henstridge.”

“No! Please! I don’t want to be beheaded! I don’t want my head served up at the Oscars.”

“Too bad, Miss Henstridge. They’re the ones who’re demanding your head. You promised them too, if you’ll recall.”

“Fuck the Oscars! Fuck everyone! I don’t want to do this!”

“But think of your fans.”

“Fuck the fans – NO; WAIT!”

She was forced onto her knees before an ominous looking block. She was all but hyperventilating at the sight of the red stains. Then Thor brought his axe into her line of sight so she could see what was about to separate her head from the rest of her body.

“NO! Damnit, you can’t do this to me! I’ll do anything!” Then she gasped, “Wait-wait-WAIT” as her head was forced onto the block.

The assistant had to kneel down and help hold her steady. “Give us a moment, would you, Thor?” Then he addressed the frightened actress.

“Look. This is happening one way or the other. They don’t care about anything but your head. Now you saw how big Thor’s axe is. If he misses, he’s not going to miss and potentially damage your skull. He’s going to miss and make a big mess of your shoulders. So I suggest you fucking SETTLE DOWN AND SHUT UP!”

She gasped and whimpered as her head was forced down onto the block once more. Then she pleaded, “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll fuck you all! I’ll suck your cocks! Please!”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really do!”

“I don’t believe you. You’re scared and you’ll say anything. Now quiet down, lay your head on that block, take a deep breath, and then try to convince me that’s exactly what you’re willing to do.”

“Ok… ok… please… just give me a moment, ok? My heart is beating so fast!”

She paused for a moment as she tried to rest her head on the block. Then in the calmest voice she could muster she said, “If you let me go I prom-AWCK!”

Her eyes flew open the moment the blade came down, slicing right through her neck. Her head literally leapt off the block and bounced on the floor a couple times. Then Thor reached down and picked up her head by a handful of hair.

Natasha had a look of shock on her face, her last words frozen to her lips. Her eyes blinked in horror as she was lifted up and turned to see the rest of her body had keeled over sideways and was now jerking and spasming. Blood pumped copiously out of her severed neck.

She tried to speak but no words would come. She couldn’t believe it! They’d actually done it; she couldn’t feel a thing below her neck!

The assistant walked up to her head dangling from Thor’s grasp and smiled. “Miss Henstridge, I do believe my crew and I will take you up on your offer. I hope you don’t mind if we do it post mortem.”

He unzipped his fly and pulled out an erect dick. There was nothing she could do as he grabbed her head and forced it between her lips. Her last taste was his cock in her mouth before her vision faded, her expression sagging tiredly.

2018 (Inspired by the Thor manip and written Aug 9 ’18 by riwa)

Maria’s head

“Hi, Renard.”

“Hi, Julia.”

“What’s in the box?”

“You really want to see?”

“Sure… ohmygawd! Who is that??”

“Maria. She rode Victor’s guillotine at the party yesterday.”

“You told me Victor had beheading parties. But I never believed it.”

“Well, Maria here wanted to ride it like all the other ladies. The blade is on a timer that’s rigged to drop randomly. Four ladies rode it first before she got on. The blade dropped on her at 53:47 during a two hour program.”

“Four ladies ahead of her?? She was the fifth??”

“They were all naked of course.”

“Naked?? You mean… everybody watched them all ride naked??”

“Not just naked, Julia. Their husbands and boyfriends fucked them while they were riding the guillotine. A couple of them had some pretty intense orgasms wondering if the blade might come down at any moment.”

“And Maria here…”

“She told me she wanted to go for a ride. I invited her to Victor’s mansion. She wanted the full experience and asked me to fuck her. So I did.”

“You fucked her in the guillotine – hey, wait! You mean… you mean you were…??”

“That’s right. I was inside her pussy the moment the blade fell.”

“Ohmygawd! What… what was it like??”

“Well, her pussy got really tight the moment the blade fell. She milked a release right out of me. I think she was cumming too. But naturally she couldn’t feel it, not with her head missing.”

“And she rode it knowing the risks?”

“I’ve seen the blade come down early and I’ve seen it come down after 100 minutes have gone by. We have several regulars who keep coming back for more. They say the orgasms are really intense.”

“That’s… that’s crazy.”

“Well, you wanted proof about those parties I attend at Victor’s mansion. So he let me bring Maria’s head to show you.”

“That’s… I can’t believe… I don’t… I mean…”

“What’s the matter, Julia?”

“I was just wondering. Would it be possible? I mean… could you take me to the next party?”

“I’ll give you a call once Victor schedules another one.”

2019 (Inspired by the Thor manip and written Feb 6 ’19 by riwa)

Lieutenant’s Beheading

“Lieutenant, this tribunal has thoroughly investigated your claims. Your witnesses deny being there, and you yourself cannot give us the date, time or location of the alleged event. You cannot even give us a description of the room in which it occurred. Do you have anything further to add?”

“I stand by my testimony, sir. Captain Harsman is the man who raped me.”

“Lieutenant, the evidence you’ve presented to this tribunal does not match the allegations. You realize that, do you not?”

“It happened just as I have said, sir.”

“But your story has changed in three separate private interviews with this tribunal.”

“Sir, I stand by my testimony. Captain Harsman raped me.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact he was promoted ahead of you, would it, Lieutenant?”

“How dare you! How dare all of you challenge my testimony! Are women not allowed justice in the military?”

“Lieutenant, we can find no corroboration to the claims you have made.”

“I stand by my testimony, sir! I cannot believe you are treating me this way!”

“Lieutenant, we are only seeking to ascertain the facts in this matter. There are no facts in evidence.”

“My word should be all the facts you need, sir! Captain Harsman raped me! Those are the facts!”

“Facts that are not corroborated by the names of the witnesses you gave us.”

“I have no idea why they would choose to lie, sir… unless it is because of my gender!”

“Lieutenant, you realize Captain Harsman’s wife has filed for divorce on the basis of this charge and that he has resigned his commission. His reputation is in tatters.”

“The bastard deserves it after what he did to me… sir!”

“There is no corroboration for the charges you have presented to us.”

“Nevertheless, he did it, sir! Perhaps if there was a female or two on this tribunal you would not treat me so cruelly!”

“Lieutenant, you are out of order. This tribunal is prepared to rule in this matter. Do you have anything further to add?”

“No sir; I do not.”

“Are you sure you do not wish to reconsider your charges? This is your last chance to change your story.”

“I will not change my story! I know my truth, sir!”

“Very well. Sergeant, you may proceed.”

A burly man in uniform steps forward and brandishes a dagger. The lieutenant faces forward to hear the results, blissfully ignorant of his approach. Her mind is on other things as she stands stiffly.

She believes the Captain she despises will be cleared of all charges (how dare they promote him over her!). She braces herself for the judgement of the tribunal. She is already mentally calculating the lawyer she will hire and the press conference she will call to decry the verdict of a bunch of “men”.

The blade draws across her throat before she can react. Blood spurts out of her neck as the Sergeant grasps her head and steadies her body. He slices clean through, grasping the head as the Lieutenant’s body collapses onto the floor and begins to spasm gently, blood pooling from her severed neck.

Another man steps forward with a pole on a pedestal. The Lieutenant’s head is impaled on the pole, facing the tribunal. There is a look of surprise on her face, her lips slightly parted.

“Lieutenant, we find no evidence for the charges you have brought forth. But there is strong circumstantial evidence your claims are motivated by the promotion you did not receive. Your actions have brought a great stain upon this military service.”

“This tribunal has reached its verdict. You are dishonorably discharged, effective immediately. Your living arrangements on this base are revoked, your pension is terminated, and all evidence of your service in this branch of the military will be wiped clean. Furthermore, all assets in your name will hereby be transferred to Captain Harsman, effective immediately.”

“These proceedings are now closed…”

2018 (Inspired by the Thor manip and written Oct 10 ’18 by riwa)