Greetings. I wrote this little episode for the Collars series. As the story then took a different direction, I decided not to include it. But maybe some of you will enjoy it.

All you need to know about the background is that Tiziana, everyone’s favourite aristobrat, makes her slaves wear remote-controlled collars that can do all sorts of things to their delicate necks. They also wear harnesses that trigger sexual stimulation at the touch of a button. Vanessa (and until recently Sarah) are aristocratic friends of hers.

Sarah was sitting in an armchair in the library of the city palace, reading, when the large door opened. Tiziana walked through. She crossed the large room and sat down in the armchair opposite Sarah.

"I think very few people have a prison as beautiful as yours."

"Well played, Tiziana."

She grinned.

"Thank you. I hope you don't take too much offense for my little cabal."

"I'm not surprised. You've always been a treacherous bitch. And I was naive enough to trust you. Now I'm paying the price."

Yes, my dear, you were naive. But never stupid. Unlike the rest of the nobility in this town. Those idiots believe every word I tell them. I even talked them into letting me have most of your goods."

Sarah closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"Anyway, now we're sitting here. I've come to see how an old friend is spending her last days. What are you reading?"

"De vita beata."

"Wouldn't Boethius be more appropriate?"

"Perhaps."

"Does Seneca comfort you?"

"I finally understand him. It's strange. Now that I know my days are counted, my life is so much more intense. I can't get enough of the simplest things. It's a shame I've spent my entire 23 years in this world so ignorant."

"I'm sorry you had to get your death sentence to realize that. But take comfort in the fact that your death will not be in vain."

"Laugh all you want. But who knows? Maybe the tree for your coffin has already been felled and you would do well to be a little more grateful for your time. You threw yourself high, but every thrown stone must fall! You think you'll live forever, that's your mistake. I soak up every moment."

"You may be enjoying your life on the last few steps, Sarah. But I can assure you one thing. Vanessa and I will relish your last seconds far more than you will."

"That sounds like you know when I'm leaving this world."

"Today."

Sarah paled but remained composed. Tiziana bit her lower lip mischievously. There was still something on her mind. Something that gave her the greatest pleasure.

"Today... I had hoped I could do it at home. Two of my ancestors did it there too. A hot bath, two cuts and the life slowly drains out of the veins. Do I have to go to my death here?"

Tiziana looked deeply enraptured.

"Do you remember the last time you came to see me?"

Sarah made a questioning face.

"Do you remember what this is?"

She pulled out a red collar.

"No! No, you can't be serious!"

"Being an honorary citizen has its advantages. I convinced the Senate that the death of a traitor should be a public spectacle. And I took the liberty of suggesting my domestic method. Your execution will take place at noon in the arena."

Sarah fought the urge to throw herself on her knees before Tiziana and beg for mercy. She mustered all her strength just not to give this bitch any such satisfaction.

"I will not be killed with this thing like a fucking slave! That's beneath me."

"Hahaha. That's not for you to decide. Goodbye Sarah."

With that, she rose and left the room, satisfied.

Sarah jumped up and threw the book into the corner.

*****

Midday sun shone warmly on the packed ranks of the arena. The lowest seats with the best view were occupied by patricians and aristocrats. The further up, the lower the class.

Tiziana and Vanessa shared a box seat. Catherine stood next to them and served the two ladies. They sat next to each other on their cushioned armchairs, eagerly awaiting the execution.

"I can hardly wait to see her kneel before us wearing the collar. Like a little slave," said Vanessa.

"I promise you; it will be unforgettable."

"Are you sure we should do this in public?"

"Trust me"

The cell door opened.

"Take off your robe."

"I have nothing underneath."

"Take it off!"

Sarah took off her dress and stood in front of the two executioners with her youthful body wearing only her sandals on her feet. She covered her bare breasts with her arms.

"Sit down."

Sarah sat down as ordered and had her hair pinned up.

"Drink this"

Sarah drank the cup empty.

"What was that?"

"Blood thinner."

"What's taking them so long down there?" said Vanessa.

"It won't be long now."

"I'll be honest, Tiziana. I feel uncomfortable with this thing under my dress. And what if someone sees us doing it?"

"No one will see us."

"And your slave? I don't trust her."

"Don't worry about it."

Tiziana grinned at her.

"Do you know who wore the harness before you?"

"Who...?"

"The young slave girl you sent to the afterlife at my villa. She wore your size."

Vanessa wanted to say something, but suddenly her jaw dropped. She closed her eyes. She turned red. The harness had started to stimulate her vagina and breasts at the touch of the button. Tiziana joined in.

The restraints clicked around Sarah's wrists. She faced the wall while the executioners heard the condemned woman's pulse thunder in her young chest. Then they placed the red strap around her neck.

Sarah flinched. It was ice-cold. Tight around her neck and throat.

The girl's eyes widened. She wanted to touch it, but her shackles did not allow it. She wanted to see it, but one cannot look at one's own neck.

She could only feel it. Tight. Threatening. Ready to snap any second.

She breathed sharply. Her whole body trembled. She had seen what this thing could do. Now it might happen at any moment. What if something went wrong? What if it suddenly went off? Her head would immediately fall at her own feet.

"By the gods... This is better than all sex..."

"This is just the beginning, my dear."

Vanessa closed her eyes and stretched out like a cat on her throne. Her genitals were already fully aroused. Only the thought of the imminent execution gave hope for more pleasure.

The crowd cheered.

"Oh look, there she comes."

The two executioners led the naked patrician towards the scaffold in the middle of the arena. A wooden pole stood in the centre of the scaffold.

The sight made her blanch. That was it. The end. The final destination. No miracle would happen. No one would save her. No one would rescue her. These thousands and thousands would all watch. Just as she herself had done so often. Spending the last minutes knowing that they are the last is nothing short of hell.

She climbed stage with unsteady steps and knelt down, the pole at her back. The executioner fastened Sarah's shackles to the pole so that she had to stretch her arms backwards. The pose was humiliating and uncomfortable.

The patrician's gaze raced over the countless spectators. They all stretched their necks in bloodlust.

Sarah felt everything. The hard wood beneath her knees, the soft leather between her toes and under her soles, the iron shackles on her wrists and more than anything else the cool strap around her neck. Her heart was almost bursting in fear.

How long would they leave her kneeling there?

Who would trigger the collar?

How will it feel?

One of the two executioners stepped up to her and placed a red cushion before her.

Then the voice of the consul standing on her tribune rang out.

"Good citizens, before you kneels Sarah Agrippina. Sentenced to death for high treason, she is now to be brought to justice. Execute the sentence!"

Another cheer went through the crowd.

"Bow your head," said the executioner.

Sarah stretched her long neck and stared at the red pillow in front of her.

Tiziana increased the intensity further. The two girls' vaginas dripped ceaselessly. Every moment drove them to a higher level. They couldn't get enough of the sight of their condemned friend.

Drum rolls sounded.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

"Now they will do it" Sarah thought to herself.

"No. No. This can't be the end!"

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

"…Hngh… now your head rolls...hngh...it's about to happen..."

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

No... no... no"

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

"Yes... Yes... Yes..."

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrt.

The crowd held its breath.

Sarah couldn't take it any longer.

"Don't! Please! Please have mercy! I didn't do anyth…"

The drums ended abruptly. At the same moment, Sarah's head fell off her neck without a sound, dropped onto the pillow and rolled across the scaffold. The girl's eyes and mouth were open in shock.

The spectators erupted in endless cheers. Sarah's body was still on its knees, held up by the shackles. Naked. Quivering. Headless. Her open neck resembled a dark red fountain. The young woman's heart pumped out ever more blood from her stump, which shot in repeated spurts across the scaffold.

"This is heaven... This is heaven..." Vanessa moaned as her vagina exploded in an outburst of translucent liquid.

The sight of their former friend down there losing her head in the blink of an eye while they were still here in this world was overwhelming. She had been publicly executed. They had watched it. They had enjoyed it. They got off to it.

They felt life to the fullest while Sarah had lost hers.