Tiziana, a young rich and beautiful aristocrat, was walking around the fair with her friend Vanessa. There were numerous goods and gadgets on display that only the rich and beautiful could afford. The most expensive wines, the finest clothes, delicacies from faraway countries and beautiful slave girls. They were not looking for anything in particular. They were just there to enjoy themselves. And Tiziana liked to brag to Vanessa about her wealth.

They had already been strolling around the exhibition for two hours, looking at this and that, when Tiziana's attention was drawn to a somewhat isolated stand. A wooden construction about three metres tall with a steel blade mounted at the top. The two girls approached with interest. They were the only two people interested, it seemed.

Next to the machine stood a young woman, obviously the owner of the stand. She addressed the two: "Don't be shy, come closer. My name is Valeria. Are you interested in the guillotine?"

Vanessa was uncomfortable with the device; Tiziana, on the other hand, seemed drawn to it in a way that was both hypnotic and arousing. "What is it?" she asked.

"How nice of you to ask. If I may ask you to step around, I can explain it to you better. You see, this adjustable bench has four iron shackles, two for the hands and two for the feet. Once the condemned is fixed, it can be lowered into a horizontal position. The neck of the delinquent is then placed here in the lunette, the upper part of which is lowered and fixed with a simple mechanism. The convict now has no chance to leave this position. Her neck lies unalterably under this steel, razor-sharp blade, at this very spot."

She pointed her finger at the wooden lunette.

"And then what happens?" asked Vanessa timidly, though she already guessed the answer.

"My slave Sophie will show you."

A blonde girl of about 20 appeared. She wore only a short white robe around her hips that just covered her bottom and vagina, and brown leather sandals. Her breasts were exposed. Around her neck she wore a tight brown leather collar with the inscription Serva Valeriae. In her hands the slave held a pineapple. She stepped in front of Valeria, bowed briefly, and spoke in a tender voice: "How can I serve?"

"Be so good, Sophie, and put the pineapple in the lunette. The two ladies here wish to be demonstrated what this guillotine is capable of."

"As you wish, mistress."

Sophie did as she was told, placed the pineapple in the lunette, locked it, placed a burgundy cushion in front of the guillotine and put her hand on the lever to release the guillotine.

"Now imagine" Valeria continued "instead of the pineapple, the neck of a condemned girl rests in the wooden lunette. Sophie, show the young ladies what happens now!"

The two girls stared at the pineapple as if hypnotised. Vanessa with nervousness, Tiziana with ever increasing excitement. Sophie pulled the lever. There was a clicking sound and the feathery-looking blade whizzed down the rails, slid through the pineapple without resistance and came to a stop under the lunette. The upper part of it fell directly onto the red cushion. Sweet juice flowed from the now headless fruit.

Vanessa had gasped and touched her neck the moment the pineapple lost its head. The blade had fallen so quickly, so mercilessly and efficiently. Tiziana still stood transfixed, but she felt between her legs that she was getting wet. The whole spectacle had a macabre erotic effect on her. She enjoyed what she saw. She met Valeria's gaze. She smiled mischievously at her. She knew she had Tiziana interested. Now all she had to do was close the deal.

"Sophie, show them both how clean the cut was."

The slave took the body of the pineapple from the lunette and presented the fruit. Sure enough, the cut was flawless.

"So, you see, the blade is extremely sharp, guaranteeing an absolutely clean and almost painless decapitation. An excellent tool to make an example of disobedient slave girls- simple, direct and stylish."

Sophie, meanwhile, set about cleaning the lunette, disposing of the fruit, and putting the guillotine back into position. She also placed a new cushion under the lunette.

Tiziana eyed Sophie, smiled and turned back to Valeria: "I am quite inclined to buy one of these guillotines. How much would such a device cost?"

"140 denarii"

"I understand. Well, for such a sum I would like another demonstration. For example, I would see how firm these restraints are. If you would be so kind as to fix your slave on the bench."

"But of course. Sophie, come here!"

Sophie approached as instructed. She felt uneasy. Never had a customer demanded that she be tied to the bench. Yet she obeyed her mistress.

Sophie stepped up to the guillotine. Valeria closed the iron shackles on her thin wrists and ankles. The metal was cold against her soft skin. Tiziana could not take her eyes off her. This young girl was not only beautiful and graceful on the outside, but she also had a beautiful soul. You could see that she was honest, humble, benevolent, and adorably naïve.

Diametrically opposed to her was Tiziana. She too was beautiful, but of a different kind. An aristocratic, hawk-like face that radiated slyness, dominance, and mercilessness. She got what she wanted. A born ruler. Her cunning literally screamed from her face. And even though she recognised Sophie as a plaything for her sadism, she couldn't help but also feel admiration for her complete innocence.

With her mouth slightly open, Tiziana ran her hand over her own neck and spoke:

"I want to see her pretty neck in the lunette."

"Just as you wish."

Valeria lowered the bench with her slave on it to a horizontal position. Sophie's eyes were fixed on the cold blade from the moment she stepped up to it until the moment the bench was lowered. Already she was lying on her stomach, her gaze now focused on the lower frame of the lunette. She felt completely defenceless. At the mercy. Her stomach tightened. But she didn't dare say anything. Her neck was placed on the lower part of the lunette. Before she could think, she felt the other half touching her neck. The wooden frame was locked with a simple hook lock. Sophies leather collar was encircled by the lunette. Her hair was pinned up. Her bare neck now rested under the blade.

Sophie was as white as a sheet, watched Tiziana's feet, worked her way up her legs and looked fearfully into her face. The young slave was frightened when she saw only lust and sadistic pleasure in Tiziana's eyes.

"Now I want to see if your slave can free herself" she demanded.

"Of course. Sophie, try to get your neck out of the lunette."

She tried to pull her head out of the lunette, but it was too tight. The iron restraints on her joints also hardly allowed any movement. The slave felt a strange tickle on the back of her neck as she did so. She knew that the blade rested two metres above her. Vanessa also began to enjoy the game. She went to the foot of the machine, looked briefly at Sophie struggling with her bonds, and finally said, "I think the girl needs a little more motivation.”

With her index finger, she reached under the soles of the girl's sandals and tickled her feet. Sophie immediately began to tear more violently at the shackles and laughed hysterically. She used all her strength to escape the bittersweet stimulus under her feet. But at the same time, she feared that if she moved too jerkily, the guillotine might come loose from its anchorage. If that happened, her head would roll right at Tiziana's feet.

"I can't! Please! Please stop!" she cried desperately.

"That's enough!" spoke Tiziana, grinning at Vanessa. "Or this beauty here will lose her mind."

Vanessa let off. Sophie, all out of breath, stopped her futile attempts to free herself. Even though she was no longer being tickled, she still felt a tingling under her feet. She wanted to scratch herself there, but she could not.

Meanwhile, the pineapple juice that was still hanging from the blade from before grew into a bigger and bigger drop. Finally, it became too heavy and fell. The drop hit Sophie on her exposed neck. Her eyes widened in panic. She gasped. Slowly the drop ran down her neck.

When would they finally release her from the lunette? She couldn't stand it any longer, her fear growing with every second, but she didn't dare say anything. Her whole feeling was for her neck, enclosed in this tight lunette. She closed her eyes, but that didn't help either. She opened them again, looked first at the pillow beneath her, then at Tiziana’s feet, a metre in front of her - stared at her sandals. Wondered if those brown leather straps would be the last thing she saw in this world.

"As you can see," Valeria turned to Tiziana without paying the slightest attention to the slave's feelings, "the condemned is firmly fixed and it is not possible for her to escape her fate. For such a price you will not find a similar device of this quality anywhere. And delivery is included in the price, of course."

Tiziana slowly approached Sophie, knelt down, went under Sophie's chin with two fingers and lifted it so that she was looking directly into her sky-blue eyes. There was nothing but pure fear of death in the slave's gaze. From the young aristocrat's eyes, on the other hand, spoke sheer lust and the growing audacity that goes with it. She stood up again and turned to Valeria:

"I'll pay you 145 if you let her head roll, right here and now.

"No, mercy!" begged Sophie.

Valeria pondered. She liked her slave, but she needed this deal. And five denarii were worth a lot more than this servant's neck, everyone present knew that. It was clear that Tiziana only wanted to show off to her friend. But why shouldn't that be to her advantage? She would make a good sale and this cheeky aristocrat could show her friend how rich she was and enjoy the spectacle at the same time.

"Agreed!"

With that, the girl's fate was sealed. Her head was to leave her neck for the lowly motives of greed and lust.

"Please don't! Please! I'll do anything for you, do you hear me?!?" Sophie begged her new mistress. And again, she tried to free herself, but just as before she failed. She was trapped.

Tiziana approached Sophie and spoke to her, "My dear, you must understand that I am dying to see the guillotine in action. And what could be more natural than to test it on your neck. But don't worry. If what Valeria promises is true, you will feel no pain. Do you have any last words before you see your own head fall?"

"Believe me, please, the guillotine will do what Valeria promises! Spare me! I beg you!"

Tiziana smiled, then looked to Valeria and gave her a slight nod. Valeria went with two fingers under Sophie's chin and instructed her to stretch her neck and look at the floor in front of her. The slave obeyed, paradoxically hoping that obedience would save her.

Valeria put her hand on the lever. Tiziana and Vanessa looked at the neck of the doomed with ever-increasing anticipation. The spectacle would now reach its climax. Now Sophie finally understood. This was the end. Her execution. Her death. She felt a tension under her abdominal muscles. A tickling. The thought of what was about to happen gave her butterflies in her stomach. Fear coupled with excitement, nervousness and... was that arousal?

Sophie heard a soft but unmistakable click above her, the blade sliding down the wooden rails.

The blade went through the slave's thin neck without the slightest resistance. Her head dropped straight down, landed on the pillow, and rolled some more, finally coming to a stop at Tiziana's feet.

Her body jerked vehemently, trying to rear up. Her open neck hit the top edge of the lunette and Sophie's last heartbeat caused a jet of blood to shoot from her throat. A blood red ejaculation. Tiziana absorbed all this with her gaze and was overwhelmed by a heavenly orgasm.

The sudden vehemence was followed by dead silence. The body of the lovely girl lay motionless, the open neck in the lunette. A small stream of blood was still trickling out. Her head rested with slightly open mouth and eyelids at the feet of the young aristocrat who had ordered her death.