Teachers getting chopped
All the teachers were gathered in the staff room. We were waiting for the headteacher's speech. "What the fuck is the point of this? I have planning to do!" Isobel complained. I agreed with her as the headteacher entered. He began his speech by thanking us for our hard work through the year and then moved onto the school's recent inspection. "As you know, we have been put into special measures and I can confirm that the school is joining the Gold Academy Group. They don't want to retain any members of staff. They are equally concerned by the financial issues that we have had. In order to raise money, we will hold a Snuff Day." He paused as we took in what he'd said. "We will sell tickets for the event. You are required to submit yourselves for beheading on Friday 10th July. Thank you for your service. I shall be retiring at the end of the year but I know we can make this a success for the children who must come first." He left the staff room quickly.
I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of losing my head and my life for my job but I wasn't as angry as Isobel. "I've had that trip to Spain booked for six months! Now, instead of sipping sangria, I'll be headless in the playground!" She was fuming. "I want to be lying on a sunbed not a guillotine ". "Oh I suspect they'll use an axe and a chopping block. Hiring a guillotine would be too expensive," Mavis said. As she was the deputy headteacher and the oldest, I assumed she was correct.
The day is here. Until now, I had avoided thinking about it. I dry myself after my shower. I do my makeup so I look pretty. I put my cage on my cock and lock it. I'm wearing my white sleeveless maxi dress and I slip my feet into my black flipflops. I admire my French tip pedi. I don't really want to die but it's happening and I want to look my best. I kiss my boyfriend before I leave the house. A long and passionate kiss, appropriate for our last time.
Arriving at the school, I see the block. There is a platform in the playground and steps up to it. The block is wooden with a scoop cut out for our necks and shoulders. I go in and walk straight to the staff room as we were instructed.
We sit around and drink coffee. We wait for midday then we walk out to the playground. We take our seats. We are sitting away from the paying audience. I sit next to Isobel. The Headteacher makes a short speech to the crowd who are here to watch a group of women die. "Without any further ado, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"
Mavis is first up. She is dressed for the occasion in a black dress with a white trim, thick black tights and patent leather shoes. She walks steadily to the block and groans as she kneels. Mavis grips the block tightly and thrusts her neck onto the crevasse with her bony chin resting on the edge. The headsman is a big man with bulging muscles. He lifts the axe up and brings it down on the back of Mavis' neck. Her head falls into the basket. The crowd applauds.
Next is Sophie. She's a curvy girl, just like me. Her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her black t-shirt says fuck off in white letters expressing her displeasure at having her head cut off. She walks slowly to the block and kneels down. Her large ass is high in the air and looks amazing in those jeans. I think she's nervous because she's scrunching and unscrunching her red painted toes inside her black Tevas sandals. The axe falls and so does her head.
Nicola, wearing a tracksuit and trainers, makes her way up. She doesn't like the idea of putting her neck on the block with Sophie and Mavis' blood on it. She crouches and starts untying her trainers. She takes them off and removes her socks. Nicola wipes the block down and drops her bloodied socks into the basket where Sophie and Mavis' heads are. She kneels and puts her neck on the block. I have a wonderful view of her bare soles that twitch when her head is severed.
Then Isobel puts her hand on my arm. I turn my head and she kisses me full on the lips. Our tongues play together and the audience cheers. She pulls away. "I've wanted to do that for a while". She leaves me breathless and walks to the block. Isobel looks amazing in her black bikini. It was her way of protesting missing her holiday. Isobel blows me a kiss and assumes the position. She's digging her toes in so her flipflops are falling away from her feet. If I'd known she liked me, I would have taken her to have a threesome and sucked her beautiful toes. The headsman does his job and Isobel's headless body slides down the block. He lays her body out beside the others.
It's just me and Shanikwa now. She's wearing dark formal trousers and a red blouse that looks amazing on her black skin. Her high heeled sandals clack on the platform. She makes the sign of the cross and rests her neck on the block. She puts her hands behind her back and closes her eyes. Thunk! The axe takes her head off.
My turn.
I stand up. I walk to the platform. I feel really horny. The sound of my flipflops against my soles turns me on. I slip them off and walk up the stairs. I don't want to fall or slip in my friend' blood. I look at the audience and I kneel. The block is chipped but slick with blood that feels warm against my throat when I position myself on the block. I wait for death and look into the basket. The blow falls on the back of my neck. I feel weightless. My head tumbles off and lands between Shanikwa's and Isobel's.
After the beheadings, our bodies were cremated and our ashes were returned to our families.