The curtains pulled back on the after show, allowing the winner to take in the whole of his prize.  She was small, petite and cute, her black hair perfectly combed and curled into a bob cut. Her strapless blue dress was dark enough to be considered black under less revealing lighting conditions. She was barefoot, her legs crossed as she sat on the prop of his choice.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

He nodded. "Josie, is it?"

"As far as you know, yes," she confirmed. She looked at the prop. "The guillotine, huh?"  She ran one hand along the upright portion of it, the guides for the metal blade hung above. "Simple, brutal.  You know, we're planning on something like this for our Halloween thing."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, after this show, we're taking a break to get the big event set up. Gotta give it our all," she said with a wink.  "Guess that makes me the lucky last before it!"

"I'll definitely come by," he assured her as he aimed for the stairs. "What will you be doing?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh well. Here's hoping I don't get distracted by something else."

He stepped up onto the stage. "Don't I get a name?" she asked.

"Frank," he replied. "If you'll forgive the joke."

"I suppose," she said as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. "So, you want to cut my head off."  It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.

"And other things," he assured her.  He licked his lips, partly in anticipation.  "Have you done this before?"

She hopped off the flat part of the guillotine, stepped lightly toward him. "Oh, I've lost my head," she said. "I've even found it too!" Josie giggled at her own joke.  "So, how did you want to go about this?" she presented her back to Frank. "Facing up?  Facing down?"  She looked over her shoulder. "Naked?"

"Face up," Frank said, admiring her rear. "I'll take care of the rest."

Josie went back to the decapitation implement and raised the lunette, the two metal half-circles offering no cover or reprieve from the sharp edge above, as had been proven earlier that evening.  She rolled on to the table, and set her neck into the gap, closing it about her without saying a thing.

Once it clicked into place, she turned to look at Frank. "Enjoying this?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Very much," Frank said as he looked at her, her hands relaxed and to the side, her legs straight.  The side-slit in her dress reaching up her leg taunted him.  He leaned over her and put his hand against her breast, fondling it through the thin fabric.

"Hmmm," Josie reacted to the touch.

With his other hand, he pulled at the gap along her legs, folding it up. He was unsurprised to find that she wore no underwear at all. "You really are eager for this, aren't you?"

"So are you?" Josie pointed with her eyes, the metal circle doing little to prevent her from seeing down her body.  "We both know how this is going to end.  Why don't you do your part?"

"Why hurry?" he said as he pulled back and let her be for a moment.  He stepped over to the head of the device, and her head and knelt down to look her in the eye.  "You're at my mercy, are you not?"

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Maybe?  I mean, perhaps you are in my thrall." She craned her neck back, "I command you to remove your pants," she said while lowering her voice - easy enough to do with her neck exposed.

"Yes, mistress," Frank replied as he did just that. Then, he made very certain she couldn't tell him to do anything else.  He had to support himself by gripping the uprights that held the blade up, and as he did, saw that Josie was taking the opportunity to help herself, her right hand over her exposed breast, and her left between her legs.

She was obviously into this, as ever his few thrusts were enough to start her moaning and wanting more.  His choice wasn't one.  He pulled out, giving her a chance to breath.  Frank slipped around, his intent clear. Josie spread her legs, holding herself wide open, and he took the invitation.

He wasn't gentle, his libido making all the decisions for him. She screamed, and as if that were the signal, the blade above her dropped.

Josie showed no fear, her body eager for him and the blade above. She buckled once for him, then again when the blade did its work, and sheared her crimson-cheeked head from her body.

Frank didn't notice, he didn't care as he simply used what was in front of him.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Josie's dress covered nothing of importance, her body completely spend of energy. Frank pushed himself up, and finally saw the blade above him.  "Hey, you still there?" he asked.

"I. am!" Josie replied, and he went around her to look at her head on the floor. Her cheeks were still flushed, and a small pool of drool had formed under her mouth.  He carefully picked her head up after examining her neck. It was just skin there. "Wow, I was told things would be better, but not that much!"

"I liked that too," Frank said. "You want to see?" He didn't wait for her assent before turning and holding her head out in order to show off her ravaged body.

"Oh, my, god," she said as her hands started to move again under her control. "This is so hot. I'm getting turned on."

Frank looked down. "So am I," he confirmed.  He turned Josie's head around to look her in the eye. "Well?"

"You know what you have to do!"

His response was to make sure the first pleasure he denied her was finished. Then he set her to have a view this time, and made sure she enjoyed every moment.