Red Pleasure - Guillotine Story
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This story is based off of the Charlotte CORDAY execution fanart by simlimWarlok, specifically images 1-29. This story is not about Charlotte Corday. The setting is the French Revolution. I recommend following the images as you read the story, which are denoted by numbers in parenthesis.
(1) The girl rides the tumblr alone towards her immanent demise. Wearing a red blouse with a white wrap overtop, she is warm to the French Breeze. Her chestnut hair, which has been recently shorn, blows slightly in the wind. She stands strong, but a moment of terror appears on her face as she sees the dread machine before her.
(2) Cheers cry out for her execution, but the noise of the crowd fades away. Standing atop the scaffold is the executioner, pulling up the board, readying himself to perform his duty. He calls out "Mademoiselle!" She obeys, walking up the steps of the scaffold. The voice that gave her pleasure many a nights in her lonely cell causes the girl to relax and march forward towards the executioner and the French razor.
(3) As she stands by the board, the executioner moves behind her, removing her wrap, exposing her shoulders to the French breeze. His warm breath falls upon her neck, oh how much she wishes for him to take her one more time...
"One last pleasure before you go, Mademoiselle."
Suddenly, and swiftly, he takes her blouse by the shoulders, and pulls downwards. A flood of ecstasy fills the girl as part of her chest is exposed. The chill of the air gracefully touching upon her breasts.
(4) The executioner moves down her arms to her wrists and pulls them behind her back, binding them in place. The girl lost in the pleasures she once had in her cell...
(5) The executioner moves her forward, tying the leather straps from the board around her legs and back. (6) After a brief moment, the executioner tightens the last strap, indenting her into the board. "uh!" Her nipples hard, breasts pressed against the plank. She continues to try and imagine the pleasures the man had once given, but reality is quickly drawing her back in.
(7) He moves his hands to the small of her back, tilting the board forward. The girl lets out one last moan of pleasure. (8-9) The bench reaching towards horizontal, the girl moves closer to her imminent end.
(10) Now at horizontal, the girl stares wide eyed through the 'window'. Fear consumes her once more. She thinks to herself that is where my head will be decapitated. She is quickly slid forward through the 'window', her beautiful neck stretched out and hair pulled out of the way to ensure a clean separation. (11) The lunette is lowered, clamping her soft neck to the wooden restraint. She waits to die.
(12) There is no time to wait, the crowd wants blood; the girl has the crowd blocked out though. It's just her and the razor, which is abruptly released. (13) The blade heads towards her thin neck. (14) The razor-sharp edge meets her flesh. The girl doesn't even have time to gasp (15) as her head is separated completely. Airborne (16-17), she watches as the basket approaches closer to her. Then a thunk into darkness.
(18-20) The man begins to pull the severed head from the basked, blood dripping into the basket. As the girl's head is raised from the basket, her last expression can be caught: the gasp of fear. (21) The executioner walks around the scaffold, displaying the girls head to all as the expression begins to fade. Her body writhes in the restraints, blood pouring and exploding in distinct gushes (skip to 25). The blade and lunette stained, running down the rest of the machine.
(26)...
(skip to 29) At last her eyes fall shut, expression neutral, as the man holds her head high to the bloodthirsty crowd cheering for more.
(1) The girl rides the tumblr alone towards her immanent demise. Wearing a red blouse with a white wrap overtop, she is warm to the French Breeze. Her chestnut hair, which has been recently shorn, blows slightly in the wind. She stands strong, but a moment of terror appears on her face as she sees the dread machine before her.
(2) Cheers cry out for her execution, but the noise of the crowd fades away. Standing atop the scaffold is the executioner, pulling up the board, readying himself to perform his duty. He calls out "Mademoiselle!" She obeys, walking up the steps of the scaffold. The voice that gave her pleasure many a nights in her lonely cell causes the girl to relax and march forward towards the executioner and the French razor.
(3) As she stands by the board, the executioner moves behind her, removing her wrap, exposing her shoulders to the French breeze. His warm breath falls upon her neck, oh how much she wishes for him to take her one more time...
"One last pleasure before you go, Mademoiselle."
Suddenly, and swiftly, he takes her blouse by the shoulders, and pulls downwards. A flood of ecstasy fills the girl as part of her chest is exposed. The chill of the air gracefully touching upon her breasts.
(4) The executioner moves down her arms to her wrists and pulls them behind her back, binding them in place. The girl lost in the pleasures she once had in her cell...
(5) The executioner moves her forward, tying the leather straps from the board around her legs and back. (6) After a brief moment, the executioner tightens the last strap, indenting her into the board. "uh!" Her nipples hard, breasts pressed against the plank. She continues to try and imagine the pleasures the man had once given, but reality is quickly drawing her back in.
(7) He moves his hands to the small of her back, tilting the board forward. The girl lets out one last moan of pleasure. (8-9) The bench reaching towards horizontal, the girl moves closer to her imminent end.
(10) Now at horizontal, the girl stares wide eyed through the 'window'. Fear consumes her once more. She thinks to herself that is where my head will be decapitated. She is quickly slid forward through the 'window', her beautiful neck stretched out and hair pulled out of the way to ensure a clean separation. (11) The lunette is lowered, clamping her soft neck to the wooden restraint. She waits to die.
(12) There is no time to wait, the crowd wants blood; the girl has the crowd blocked out though. It's just her and the razor, which is abruptly released. (13) The blade heads towards her thin neck. (14) The razor-sharp edge meets her flesh. The girl doesn't even have time to gasp (15) as her head is separated completely. Airborne (16-17), she watches as the basket approaches closer to her. Then a thunk into darkness.
(18-20) The man begins to pull the severed head from the basked, blood dripping into the basket. As the girl's head is raised from the basket, her last expression can be caught: the gasp of fear. (21) The executioner walks around the scaffold, displaying the girls head to all as the expression begins to fade. Her body writhes in the restraints, blood pouring and exploding in distinct gushes (skip to 25). The blade and lunette stained, running down the rest of the machine.
(26)...
(skip to 29) At last her eyes fall shut, expression neutral, as the man holds her head high to the bloodthirsty crowd cheering for more.
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