Princess Tatiana lay on her bed, surrounded by her luxuriant chamber. Metres of purple satin covered the bed, elegant murals of leaves and flowers adorned the walls. She wore a long, flowing blue dress with a neckline that plunged below her waist, exposing vast amounts of her large, creamy breasts. Standing by the bed was a serving-maid wearing a long skirt and a sequined top cropped low enough to expose her cleavage, and high enough to show most of her midriff. The servant bent down and held a plate of candied fruits by the princess's face. Tatiana, finishing combing her pitch-black hair, took one and bit into it, her pearlescent teeth sending a fragment of red sugar falling into her deep cleavage. She finished consuming the fruit and ran her finger along her breast before sucking her finger.

The scene could have come from a historical reconstruction, were it not for the group of three young women who entered the room, accompanied by another servant. One, a blonde, wore a tube top and tennis shorts; the second, a redhead, wore baggy trousers and a small midriff-bearing hoodie unzipped to display her cleavage; the third was a slightly plump, brown-haired girl whose breasts, stomach and thighs threatened to burst out of her cut-off T-shirt and skimpy jean shorts. Their attire confirmed that this was not the middle ages, but this very day.

Tatiana had a principality in the east of Europe all to herself, small country untroubled by the affairs of the world. The princess lives in the lap of luxury, loved by her subjects - so much so, in fact, that most considered it an honour to die for her.

After ushering the three peasant girls into the chamber, the second serving-maid bowed deeply and left, closing the door. Tatiana stood up and slowly approached the maidens; every movement sent her breasts quivering, every step brought them slightly closer to spilling out of her dress entirely. Her enormous black eyes darted between the three girls. She smiled.

"Welcome to my abode," she said in the elegant tongue of her nation. "I trust you have been made comfortable."

The three girls nodded and murmured assent. They worshipped their princess, and counted themselves deeply fortunate to have been amongst the women chosen randomly every year. But on the other hand, they knew what she planned to do with them. The redhead trembled slightly with conflicting emotions.

Tatiana gestured to her serving maid, who placed the plate of candied fruits on a bedside cabinet and obligingly walked over to the centre of the room, where a tall shape that stretched alomost to the ceiling was cloaked in a satin sheet. The servant pulled the cloth away, exposing a beautiful guillotine made from ornately carved wood and gold.

The three girls let out a short gasp in unison. The blonde got slightly wet.

Tatiana had, in her time as ruler, become something of an expert on the emotions felt by women when faced with their impending decapitation. She sensed that the blonde truly wanted to lose her head, and so lightly touched her on the shoulder.

"You go first," she said. The blonde blushed and approached the guillotine. Tatiana strolled over to her bed and reclined on it, taking a piece of candied fruit from the bowel.

The servant lifted the lunette. The blonde knelt down and allowed her neck to be locked in place; there was an empty space below the lunette, allowing Tatiana to see the victim's cleavage. The tight tube top displayed disappointingly little.

The servant took the declic in hand. The princess took another piece of candied fruit. She raised her hand as she bit into it. The servant understood the signal. She pulled.

The blade slid down and sliced through the girl's neck. In the blink of an eye, her neck no longer terminated in a head but in a raw, bloody stump.

Her head fell to the ground and was quickly picked up by the servant, who turned to watch as the body convulsed and sprayed blood. Eventually the body ceased to writhe, and it ejaculated the last few pints of blood. The servant lifted up the beautiful head so that Tatiana and the two remaining peasants could appreciate it. It was then placed on the bedside cabinet, next to the plate. The princess took another piece of fruit and quietly ate it, looking into the vacant eyes of the beheaded girl.

She swallowed. "I wish to see the black-haired maiden have her head removed," she said in her soft, lilting voice. The chubby brunette approached the guillotine, her eyes frozen open. Clearly, thought Tatiana, this one was not so willing to part with her head.

She was loaded into the lunette. Her tight T-shirt finally gave way as she knelt, exposing a few square centimetres of areolae. The servant pulled on the declic.

The blade claimed its second victim that night. With a quick flash it slipped through the girl's neck, giving her a split second of sharpness that barely registered as pain before her head fell, separated from her body. Tatiana craned forwards - it was always interesting to watch a full-figured woman lose her head, and this one was no exception. The conclusions of her headless body sent her ample flesh jiggling and quivering for almost a full half-minute before it finally stopped.

The servant repeated the ritual, holding the head up high before placing it on the cabinet.

Finally, the redhead obligingly took her place in the guillotine. As the girl was loaded into the lunette, Tatiana noticed just how unusually long her neck was. Her eyes then wandered down to the girl's impressive cleavage, on display beneath the lunette.

As the servant took hold of the declic, the maiden looked up at the princess and smiled warmly. The smile remained on her head as it fell to the floor.

The girl's long neck had resulted in a sight that was new to the princess - the girl remained kneeling, her neck in the lunette. The body quivered, but did not come free; the fall of the blade had merely replaced the smiling face with a bloody stump. Tatiana laughed as her eyes moved from the stump to the girl's breasts - jiggling side-to-side furiously as her body shook - and then to the head, held by the beaming servant. What a sight!

The body remained kneeling as the blood ceased to flow. Tatiana stood up and walked over to the guillotine. She took the body by both hands and lifted it up. She moved her hands to the shoulders to keep the body upright - a trick she had perfected by practicing on many prior victims.

She then began to waltz, spinning elegantly around the room, singing a beautiful song of her own composition, her headless partner almost seeming to dance with her. The servant smiled knowingly - this was a somewhat eccentric piece of behaviour that she had grown used to.

Eventually Tatiana stopped moving. The body fell forwards into her, its breasts against hers. It slid down, its neckstump gently stroking against the princess's cleavage, until the body hit the floor.

"Clean the blood from the guillotine," said the princess, "and prepare these maidens for preservation."

She servant bowed. Tatiana left the chamber through a large wooden door.

She looked around the hallway. One wall was lined with rows upon rows of beautiful female heads, mounted so expertly that they appeared almost alive. Standing in front of the opposite wall were an equal amount of headless bodies, standing upright in seductive poses.

Tatiana sat down on a throne at the end of the hall. She grasped at her dress and pulled it open, freeing her enormous breasts. She grabbed at them, squeezed them. She let out a moan of ecstasy as she looked upon the heads and bodies. She plunged her hand inside her womanhood and pleasured herself.

Her moans echoed down the chamber.