u/Ts-Jen

Sarah's trial is nearly done. It's not looking good for her. They have DNA evidence, her fingerprints on the knife and she has no alibi really. Watching TV at home doesn't really cut it. Today is the day when the jury will reach their verdict and the judge will sentence her if she's found guilty. A guilty verdict would lead to a mandatory death sentence. I wear my red dress and red heeled flipflops. My white painted toes pop against the red. I do my makeup and check myself in the mirror. I want to look pretty for Sarah.

I take a bus to the courthouse in the city centre. I enter and take my place in the gallery. A hush descends on the scene as Sarah is brought in. Even in an orange jumpsuit and white shower slides she looks gorgeous if a bit frazzled. Her eyes focus on me. I blow her a kiss and she smiles at me. The Judge enters. We stand and he instructs us to sit. He asks the foreman of the jury if they have reached a verdict. They have. I scrunch my toes and ball my hands into fists. "We find the defendant guilty."

Fuck! I feel dazed but Sarah displays no emotion. The Judge puts his black cap on. "Prisoner 25168 you have a found guilty of murder. I hereby sentence you to death. May God have mercy on your soul." Sarah looks at me and blows me a kiss. I admire her swan like neck that she will use to pay for her crime. Sarah is taken down. She'll be taken to the death row of the prison to await her punishment.

I leave the courthouse and go to the men's prison by bus. In the way I try not to think about Sarah. I arrive at the prison and sign in. I find out that they will conduct interviews to replace Sarah in a week's time. Everyone knows already. I walk to the courtyard where there are only two spectators gathered. An older black woman and a younger black woman. I assume that they're Mother and daughter. I climb the gallows steps and wait for the prisoner.

A young black man is brought out wearing exactly what male prisoners wear for their hangings. He walks slowly up and stands on the trapdoor in the middle of the three. The two ladies cry as I slide the noose over his head and tighten it around his neck. I pull the lever and he drops. As soon as the rope breaks his fall he starts to kick. His Mum and sister rush forward and grab his dangling legs. They pull hard. He stops kicking and his neck is broken. The convict's head is unnaturally twisted. I understand why they wanted to give him an easier death but all they've done is buy themselves a dance on a rope. Interfering with an execution means a summary death sentence. They know this. They walk up the steps. The trapdoors are already open so they stan in the edge of the drops. I put the nooses around their necks. The mother is ready. "See you on the other side". She puts her hands down her trousers and jumps through the trapdoor. Her daughter watches in shock as her mum masturbates and dances. Her body gyrates as she tries to cum. I think she dies before getting there as her feet stop kicking. She's wearing trainers and has lost one of them in her dance. "Your turn babe"I say to the younger woman. Her toes scrunch in her pretty slide sandals. "Help me," she whispers. I push her and she falls through the drop. Her sandals fall off immediately. Her neon pink toes wiggle as she hangs but she doesn't kick as much as her relatives. After ten seconds she is limp.

I wait for an hour in the Warden's office. Then I check the swinging bodies. They're all dead. I feel sorry for the young woman. I think that if it hadn't been for her family she would be alive and not hanging by her neck. I leave the prison and take the bus home.

I go to my bed. I dream about the young woman's hanging and worshipping her bare feet as she swings, I dream about choking Sarah. I wake early with my girly little cock rock hard. I finish myself off in the shower.

The few days after being attacked are a blur to me. I remember beheading the three women and then nothing before waking up in hospital handcuffed to the bed. Then nothing until I wake up in hospital again, this time unrestrained. The doctor comes to see me and says I can go home. I ask her where my shoes are. She thinks that the police took them as evidence.

Discharged from the hospital I walk home barefoot. It's usually a twenty minute walk but it takes me 40 minutes because I have to be careful to avoid the broken glass and dog poo. I shower immediately. I make a cup of coffee and see a police car parking in the street. Two male officers get out and walk straight to my door. They knock, I answer the door. 'We would like to come in.' I let them in. The older officer explains that the CCTV has been reviewed and no charges will be pressed against me. The death has been ruled as self defence. That's a relief. I could have been arrested for murder and possibly have found myself in the death chamber as a condemned prisoner. The younger officer is trying not to stare at the outline of my cock inside my leggings. They leave.

I check the news. Sarah's case is the top story. She has been charged with murder. Her trial will begin in two weeks. The story makes it clear that if she is found guilty she will be sentenced to death. It goes on to explain how embarrassing it would be for the prison service if the men's prison warden were to be executed. I think about Sarah awaiting trial in a cell. The article gives no indication of how much evidence they have against her but I assume it's substantial if she's going on trial. It occurs to me that I would be her executioner if she's convicted. I can't imagine her choosing to lose her head after our sex session. My phone rings. It's Cynthia, the women's prison warden, she wants to know if I'll be back at work on Monday to carry out another execution. I say yes.

I report at reception on Monday and sign in. I walk to the death chamber. I take my trainers and my socks. I scrunch my socks in my trainers and admire my black pedicure. There are no spectators allowed in for this execution. The condemned woman is brought in. She's Japanese and totally naked, apparently at her request. Her body is covered with tattoos. I lead her slim figure to the bascule and strap her in. She offers no resistance and shows no emotion. I tilt her forward and close the lunettes. She stares down in the basket. The prisoner is motionless. Usually, their feet twitch at least but she is still. I push the button and the blade slices through her neck. I place her body and head on the gurney. Her eyes are wide open. It makes me feel weird and scared. I carry my shoes to reception and put them on. I drive home happy that my work is done. I need a drink.

I'm shocked. Sarah is 'helping the police with their inquiries'? That's what they say when you're a suspect. Fred was a nice man, even if he did like the ladies a bit. Could Sarah have killed him? I want to think that she couldn't but she does enjoy the executions she oversees. Watching the men line up, dropping, muscular necks straining against nooses choking the life out of them. It turns her on. Maybe she did kill Fred. I slip my flipflops on and go to the women's prison. I'm behind in my work after the men's prison riot and the summary executions that followed.

I arrive at the prison and sign in. I look at the death warrants and I see that a prisoner has been added to the list. Three women to execute and each one has chosen to die on the guillotine rather than the garrotte. Should be an easy day. I enter the execution chamber. I slip my flipflops off to comply with health and safety regulations. I think about how rare it is for a job to mandate that you go barefoot. It gives me a good reason to keep my feet tidy. The spectators enter and take their seats. One man is glaring at me with a look of pure hatred on his face. He looks south Asian. The death chamber door opens and an Indian woman in her twenties is brought in. The guards guide her to the bascule and I strap her onto it. We tilt her down so her neck is resting on the lunette. I gently move her long black hair away from the back of her neck. I close the lunettes. She looks gorgeous. Orange is not her colour though. I notice that she has two toe rings on her left foot and one on her right. I feel the glare from her Father burning into me. I push the button. The blade is released and slices his daughter's head off. Her feet twitch and blood splatters the floor. I take her head out of the basket and place it on a gurney. I unstrap her body and put it with her head.

Next is a black woman in her thirties. She's very pretty and curvy. She's wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms that say 'juicy' across her ass. That's all. She's topless and barefoot. Her tits are probably too big to fit a jumpsuit. I uncuff her hands from behind her back before I reapply the cuffs in front. She walks to the bascule giving everyone a good look at her neon pink toes. We strap her in face up. It's the only way she can fit. I close the lunettes around her throat. I admire her beautiful soles and tits. As I move to the button she closes her eyes. She's nervous now, her feet wriggle and her toes scrunch and relax causing her shackles to jangle. I push the button. Her head hits the floor and the jangling stops. I place her head and body on a gurney next to the Indian woman.

Finally, a woman in her sixties is brought in. Orange jumpsuit and bare feet. She walks to the bascule whispering the Lord's prayer. I strap her in and lay her down. I close the lunnette and let her finish her prayer. I push the button and her head falls into the basket. I put her on the gurney in two pieces. I wash my feet and slide my flipflops on. I sign out and go to my car.

Before I get to my car I feel an arm around my neck pressing on my throat lifting me up. My panties are ripped. Pressure against my arsehole. It's inside me. I grab the arm and pull, I kick and he lets go. I turn punching wildly. I catch his throat, knees him in the balls and push my thumbs into his eyes until they pop. I push more. I step back. It's the Indian father. I've killed him.

I'm driving to work listening to the radio. The News comes in. The first story is about last night's riot at the men's prison. All the prisoners involved have been sentenced to death. The Prime Minister has suggested that they could all be executed today. The radio presenter surmises that the female prisoners whose executions should take place this afternoon would be given a stay. The second story is about a missing husband. As I listen, I realise that it's Sarah's husband Fred. He hasn't returned from his business trip. I think about Sarah and how difficult it must be for her.

I arrive at the prison and sign in. The atmosphere is very tense after the riot. You can see smears of blood on the walls that weren't there before. I go to Sarah's office.

Sarah hugs me as soon as I enter and kisses me. She's smiling. "How are you holding up with Fred missing?" I ask. "I'm fine. I bet that he's having one of his little flings with his silly girlfriends" Sarah says breezily. "I don't understand why his company is making such a fuss. He'll turn up when he gets tired of playing with his little bimbos." She moves the conversation on to the executions. "What we're thinking is that the three that were already scheduled to hang will be hanged as we planned. After that, we'll get on with the rioters. We haven't got enough spare ropes and the gallows will be full so you're going to shoot them. Back of head. Does that sound alright?" "I suppose so".

We walk to the gallows. There won't be any spectators allowed in. Three prisoners are brought out. They walk slowly to the gallows and take their places behind the nooses. All three are white men, beer guts straining against their jumpsuits and pale bare feet. I put the nooses around their necks. Sarah nods. I pull the lever. They drop. All three struggle wildly. Gurgling sounds come from the men as their feet kick and their toes stretch out for ground that is out of reach. The one in the middle goes limp first. Then the man to my right dies. The last one's kicks slow gradually until he finally dies.

I look at Sarah who is holding a pair of pistols. She hands me a gun. We leave the dangling prisoners to their fates and wait in the courtyard. 9 naked prisoners are brought out, hands cuffed behind their backs and shackles on their ankles. The guards make them kneel. I walk up behind the closest man to me. He's a fit young black guy with a very tight looking arse. I wouldn't have said no to fucking him. I aim the gun at the back of his head. I squeeze the trigger and his head explodes. His soles flash up as he bucks forward. I move on to the next two white guys. I shoot them both and they crumple. The next two are a thin Chinese man and a fat Indian man. Both heads explode. The last four are white and look barely older than 20. I take the second pistol from Sarah. I shoot them in their heads and they slink down onto their bare feet. I look at my watch. In 45 minutes, I've killed 12 men. We watch the guards remove the bodies and then it's time to check on the men swinging in the breeze. They're all dead.

I leave the prison after arranging to visit Sarah for a supportive coffee, even if she's not bothered about her missing husband. I drive home. I order food and watch a movie.

I wake up the next day. I'm ready to go to the women's prison to execute two women. On the drive, I listen to the radio. The news comes on. Headline:. body found in missing husband case. Wife is helping the police with their inquiries.

I pull up and park my car outside Sarah's house after kickboxing training. We spent the whole sparring session trying to practise with other partners to avoid making our affair too obvious. She has already parked and gone inside leaving the door open for me. I enter and close the door. I slip my flipflops off and leave them next to hers. Sarah holds her arm out and takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom we kiss and take eachother's t shirts off. We wriggle out of our shorts and get into the shower together. I fondle her tits and she plays with my girly cock. Sarah kneels and spreads my ass cheeks. Burying her face in my ass her tongue dances across my hole. "Let's take this to the bed" she says seductively. She dries herself and goes to the bedroom. I dry off and follow her.

Sarah is standing wearing a harness with a 9 inch dildo and has a bottle of lube in her hand. I climb on the double bed and assume the position. Sarah tickles my bare soles and I collapse into a prone position. She nuzzles and kisses my neck. As she kisses down my back, Sarah lubes my hole, sliding her fingers inside me. She lines up the dildo and gently penetrates me. The sound as it fucks me stiffens my cock. Sarah pounds my ass. We switch to a missionary position. Sarah holds my ankles with one hand and kisses my bare feet while thrusting. She sucks my toes while pumping my cock with her free hand. I cum everywhere.

We cuddle and kiss. Sarah explains that her husband, Fred, is on a business trip. She also says that she's accompanying me to work tomorrow. I'll be at the women's prison carrying out an execution by guillotine and she has to evaluate if they want to offer the men a choice between beheading or hanging. The Warden is expected to watch and report to the governor what she thinks. We kiss again. Sarah lies with her back against my tummy. She takes a piece of red silk cloth from her bedside drawer and gives it to me. Lifting her chin to expose her throat, she gives me the cloth. "Choke me." As I apply the ligature to her soft neck, she masturbates. I wrap it tight around her throat and pull hard. Her fingers work furiously as she turns red. Her toes scrunch as her pretty feet twitch. She shudders and cums. We kiss and fall asleep in eachother's arms.

I leave early the following morning to change my clothes before work. I drive to the prison and sign in. I'm wearing a black top with a short black skirt. I choose sandals because I have to carry out beheading executions in bare feet. Health and safety decided the blood was a slip hazard.

The prisoner appears to be about twenty. She's white, slim and brunette. She's wearing a t shirt and nylon shorts. She's crying and keeps repeating ' I don't want to die' as the guards bring her in. I guide her to the bascule and strap her in. I tilt her so she's horizontal with her neck between the lunettes. Her bare feet wave around as they leave the floor. I close the lunettes. Her eyes are tightly shut. I release the blade. It slices through her neck and her head falls into the basket. Warm blood spatter hits my feet and ankles. I look at Sarah who blows me a kiss. I clean up the execution chamber and drive home.

I'm going back to the men's prison today. That means that some hunks are getting hanged. It's a lovely day for it. 30 degrees and sunny. I'm wearing my black midi dress and high heeled black sandals. I check my look in the mirror. I pick up my bag and drive to work knowing that I'll see Sarah. I'm not sure what she has in mind but I'm sure I'll find out.

I arrive at the prison and sign in. A guard tells me that the Warden wants to see me in her office. As soon as I enter Sarah hugs me. "I've been waiting for you." She adjusts a strand of my hair tenderly. She leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet, tongues dance together, she cops a feel of my ass. Sarah bends me over her desk and lifts my dress. She slides my panties to the side and I feel something in my ass. Then she tapes my ass using tape from her desk. I stand up. "What the fmmmm?" I'm silenced with her kiss. "It's a vibrating plug babe. I told you that we're going to have fun. Anyway, let's get to work." I'm shocked at what has happened but I follow her out to the courtyard.

The spectators are already there so we walk up to the gallows. Quickly, the prisoners are brought out. They're young, two black and one white. Each of them have been working out. They're wearing prison jumpsuits and are barefoot. They take their places on the trapdoors. Once their toes touch the traps they seem to lose a bit of the swagger and confidence. Oh! Sarah has set the plug vibrating. I try to maintain my composure as I put the nooses around the men's necks. One of the black men starts to cry and the white guy is shaking. I look at Sarah who nods. I pull the lever. They drop. All three kick hard. It's a short drop. The nooses are twisting their necks and their feet thrash around. All we can do is wait. Eventually they stop kicking. The spectators disperse and I go back to Sarah's office to wait for the hour that the condemned men will be left suspended by their necks.

Back in Sarah's office we kiss. Sarah apologises and kneels down in front of me as I sit on her desk. She takes my girl cock in her mouth and gives me the best blowjob I've ever had. I finish in her mouth and she swallows my load. She gently removes the plug and gives me a little kiss on my left ass cheek.

We dress and check on the prisoners in the courtyard. They're dead. Three stretched necks and three pairs of still, bare feet.

I drive home and again Sarah has messaged me. "Let's go back to mine after kickboxing tomorrow. 😘".

It's a hanging day. Also my second day at work as an executioner. It's a new prison for me today and we're in the middle of a heatwave so I decide to wear a white tank top with a black skirt. I wear my red slingbacks. I want a high heel to give me some height when I put the nooses around the prisoners' necks.

I arrive at the prison and sign in. The Warden greets me. "Hey Jen," It's Sarah from my kickboxing class. I didn't know she worked here. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to make some naughty boys kick." "Oh! You're the hangman? I mean hangwoman. Cool!" Shall we get in with it? "Sure". We walk through the prison into a courtyard. There's a gallows set up on a raised platform with three trapdoors and three nooses dangling above them. We climb the steps.

The spectators are brought through next. It seems to be the victims' families. Then guards bring in the condemned men. They are a fat white man in his fifties and two young men. One is black and the other is south Asian. They are wearing orange jumpsuits and are barefoot. They trudge through the courtyard and up the steps, taking their places on the trapdoors reluctantly. I kneel down and cuff the men's ankles, first the black man, then the Asian guy and finally the white guy. I notice that each of them have unkempt, ugly feet. If I were executing women, I'm sure they would have had pedis first. I noose them. The Asian guy is whispering something to himself. I move to the lever. I look at Sarah. She nods. I pull the lever. The men drop. It's a short drop and they kick. The white guy is really thrashing around. The noose bites into his neck and his face is turning purple. He has an erection that's visible through his jumpsuit. So does the black guy who is twisting round and round in the end of his rope. The Asian guy doesn't struggle much and is nearly dead. His feet twitch and he's gone. The other two keep struggling. The black guy ejaculates and dangles limp. The white guy's knees are raised up, he cums and dies.

The spectators disperse. Sarah and I catch up over a coffee as the prisoners are left to hang for an hour. We check on them. All three are dead.

I leave the prison and drive home. When I arrive, I notice a text from Sarah. "Let's have some fun the next time you visit. 😘😘"

I finish applying my makeup and check my look. I'm satisfied. I think I look professional enough in my red blouse and black capri trousers. I slip my bare feet into my red slingbacks with a high heel. I'm dressed to kill, I think to myself with a giggle. Ready for my first day at my new job: executioner.

I drive to the prison. I enter and sign in. I report to the Warden's office. I have no idea who I have to execute or how. The Warden gives me a list and tells me to wait until it's time for the executions to begin. I read the list. Prisoner 145, garrote. Prisoner 353 beheading. I think back to the clergyman whose head I removed. How will they behave at their executions?

The Warden returns. "145 is unusual. For a start, she wants to go naked. Also, she's paid someone to record the execution from a front row seat. Apparently she is an Only Fans model and this will be her final video. She was convicted of killing her friend in a snuff video. The other one is a middle aged Mum. No funny business just put her head in the basket. The guillotine hasn't arrived yet." I have my instructions. We walk to the execution chamber. I go to stand by the post and pick up the garrotte.

The condemned model is brought in. She's gorgeous. Blonde hair, tanned skin and pretty purple polish on her fingers and toes. The witnesses cheer when she enters and she blows them kisses. She walks to the post, puts her hands on the seat and bends over displaying her, presumably plugged, holes. Another cheer. She sits on the chair with her back to the pole. The Warden reads her death sentence. I cuff her hands behind the pole and place the garrote around her throat. I twist the cord. She wheezes and spreads her legs. I pull hard and she scrunches and flexes her toes. I twist the cord. She thrashes, flashing her pussy to the witnesses who shout encouragement. She's tiring. Drooling down her chin as I twist again digging my heels in for leverage. Her legs stop kicking. I tie off the cord. She spasms and goes limp. The guards escort the witnesses out. I stay. I look at her beautiful body. Pretty toes and soft soles, long legs, shaved pussy, a great pair of tits and a beautiful face allowing for her recent asphyxiation. Such a shame she had to die. Her body is lifted onto a gurney.

Two guards bring the axe, block, basket and straw. They lay out the items. The Warden brings in the second prisoner. She's in her mid 50's. Short blonde hair and is wearing a casual t shirt and jeans with ballerina flats on bare feet. The Warden reads her death sentence. She walks unaided to the block and kneels down with a grunt. She lays her neck on the block without any ceremony. I pick up the axe and walk to her. I press the blade against the back of her neck to make a small cut that I'll aim for. I lift the axe. She inhales sharply. I bring the axe down onto the back of her neck. Her head drops into the basket. Her body convulses and slides down the block. I move back.

Job done. I go home.

I'm browsing LinkedIn. I need to find a side hustle now that my rent has increased. I see a lot of corporate jobs that don't really appeal until I see an interesting advert. End of Life Operations Consultant at the prison service. On closer inspection, the job seemed to involve "end of life facilitation". Maybe it had something to do with the government reinstating the death penalty. Either way I decided to apply.

A few weeks later, I'm going to interview for the job. I'm wearing a pair of jeans that fit my ass super well and a lacy black top. I choose red, pointy toe, slingback heels. There's a man and a woman interviewing me. "Basically, the job is killing bad people. We're looking for a bad bitch who can do what needs to be done and who looks good on camera." The man explains. "Camera?" "Yes. All the executions will be streamed live and there'll be a studio audience." I start thinking about the different looks I could put together. "The executions will be carried out by hanging, beheading or garroting. You will need to demonstrate that you're strong enough to swing a sword or an axe for us today." Wow! I didn't expect to have to kill someone today. "If you want to proceed we can go to the death suite?" I nod wondering whose life I'm going to take. "He's a defrocked priest who has embarrassed the church. A quiet execution suits everyone." The female interviewer explains.

We walk through a corridor into what looks like a theatre auditorium. There are 3 male prison officers and another man. He is wearing a stripey t-shirt and shorts that barely contain his beer belly. An old style execution block, basket and axe are already set up. I walk to the axe and pick it up. "I'm not kneeling for this abomination! You promised me a real woman executioner not a cock in a frock!" The man is pointing at me. I hit hi hard with the handle of the axe connecting in an uppercut to the chin knocking him to the floor. He looks up at me, then to the interviewers. Meekly he gets up to his knees, shuffling his way to the block. He puts his neck on the block. The sagging folds of his skin congeal in the groove. I take my position, raise the axe and bring it down on his neck, chopping through flab, skin and bone. His head falls into the waiting basket. I step back to avoid getting blood on my shoes.

The interviewer comes to shake my hand. I've got the job. Now I need to get some new outfits

I'm sipping iced tea in my dressing room trying to calm myself down. The sight of Angela and Sunday's deaths has got me aroused. My thoughts keep returning to their faces, stretched necks and dangling bare feet. I admire the makeup that Vivi helped me to do that covers up the marks from the noose that I had swung from. You can hardly tell that I was being strung up barely an hour ago.

Vivi enters the dressing room. "Hey, are you ready for the next event?" "Yes" I answer. "Good. Come through to the green room. Naked and no cage." She says. I drain my cup and follow her out. In the middle of the studio there's Vivi, the goth girl and a traditional execution block with an axe lying beside it and a straw filled basket in front of it. There's another basket in the studio that's in front of a guillotine. It looks like we're going to lose our heads. There's a lovely and wide chaise lounge with cushions.

"Jen and Matilda, you are the final snuffsluts remaining. Your mission is to give head before you lose your heads. You will perform oral sex on eachother. The first slut to cum will be beheaded on this execution block. The winning slut will perform go down on me before locking herself in the guillotine for the crew's pleasure. Any questions?" Matilda and I shake our heads. We sit on the chaise lounge. We cuddle. We look deeply into eachother's eyes. Our lips meet. Our tongues dance together as we make out. We pull away. Matilda moves to position her ass in my face. I press my face against her pussy as she takes my girly little cock in her mouth. I trace the edges of her pussy with my tongue and lick her gently. She picks up the pace, swirling my cock around with her tongue and taking it deeper down her throat. Her breathing quickens as I lick her clit. My cock is rock hard. Matilda cums riding my face. Her body vibrates and her bare toes curl tangling my long hair around them. She extricates herself from the 69 position. "Good game." She kneels down and continues to blow me. She looks so hot. She deep throats me and tickles my balls. I cum in her pretty mouth. Matilda swallows every drop. She stands up and we kiss again. I taste my cock on her. "See you on the other side." Matilda walks to the block. "Matilda it's time for you to be snuffed." Vivi announces. Matilda gets on her knees, looks at me and winks. I blow her a kiss. Submissively, she lays her neck on the block. Her beautiful, bare, wrinkled soles face me. Her pussy is dripping. Vivi takes the axe in both hands. Matilda holds her arms out wide to signal that she is ready. Vivi raises the axe. The blade crashes down onto Matilda's slender neck. Her head falls into the basket. Her body slides down the block, blood pouring from the stump where her head used to be.

Vivi is shaking. She moves to the chaise lounge, hitches up her skirt and spreads her legs wide. I kneel in front of her and bury my head between her legs. I devour her pussy. Vivi crosses her ankles holding my head in place. She cums and squirts all over my face.

Metal encases my wrists. My geeky man has bound my hands behind my back. I stand and we walk to the guillotine. I sink to my knees and put my head inside, neck resting on the lower lunette. My geek closes the lunnette. Lube is applied to my arsehole. He slips a finger inside me. He moves to the front of the guillotine and slides his cock down my throat. The rest of the guys take turns fucking my ass. They pump several loads inside me. He removes his cock and finishes all over my face. The crew file out.

I'm a little cum covered slut from my hair to my bare feet. I hear Vivi approach the guillotine. "Well done Jen, you're the winning snuffslut!" She says giving me a well done slap on my bum. "That's how you take a pounding like a woman." I smile. After years of dysphoria I finally feel at peace. "Off with your head!" Vivi declares as she releases the blade. My toes scrunch as it slices through my neck sending my head tumbling into the basket.

My hands are shaking as I apply my makeup. It was exhilarating to suck cock on camera and then suck a gun. I'm relieved that it wasn't the back of my head that was blown off.

Vivi enters my dressing room and tells me that I have 5 minutes until the next challenge. I reapply my lipstick and slip my Birks on. In the green room Angela is having her hands cuffed behind her back by Vivi. The black lady is already cuffed. Vivi beckons me over. I turn around and place my hands together behind my back. Metal encases my wrists and I watch the goth girl getting her cuffs on. Vivi leads us out to the stage. Her heels clack on the floor and the other ladies' sandals slap against their heels.

The hunks are back on the stage but I choose my geek again. On the stage is a cross beam with 4 nooses dangling from it. "Snuffsluts, it's a fine day for a hanging. Your task is to make your man cum before 5 minutes are up while you hang by your soft, pretty necks. If your man hasn't shot his load in the allotted time, you will be suspended until death. If he cums in the allotted time, you will survive another round." Vivi explains. The men move behind their snuffslut and put the nooses around our necks. I feel my guy's erection against my hands as he tightens the rope. "STRING THEM UP!" Vivi shouts excitedly. I'm startled by a whirring mechanical sound and by the rope pulling me up. My throat is constricted. My feet leave the floor. Straining my neck muscles, I feel my man holding my feet. Sandals leave my feet. Hardness against my insteps. I push my hips out to rub against the hardness with my bare soles and toes. I can't breathe. Must keep moving feet. Everything going dark. Sticky feet. The noose isn't holding me up anymore. Floor on my feet lying down.

I open my eyes. I feel cum dripping between my toes. The rope is still around my neck but it's been cut. The goth is lying beside me naked from the waist down. She's so beautiful. It looks like her shaven pussy has been fucked recently. I look up. Angela and our African snuff sister are hanging from their nooses. Both are naked from the waist down. Angela's face is purple. Piss is running down her legs and off her toes. The black lady is still alive but only just. Her white painted toes scrunch, her body shudders and she swings limp. "Angela and Sunday failed to make their men cum. They gave a good display of how a woman should hang, willingly until the end." Vivi says. The goth and I stand up, wrists still bound. I kiss my hangman to thank him. Vivi leads us back to our dressing rooms to prepare for the next round.

"That's enough about me! How have you been?" Vivi says after telling me about her new job as a TV executive over a coffee. I tell her about my first date as a woman and how it ended with me topping my erstwhile beau at the local fuckstop before beheading him. "Pathetic! Whimpering because he's getting snuffed? "Vivi says. "Thousands of women have received a fuckstop notification this week and gone to die submissively and willingly." I nod as she warms to her theme. "That's the problem with snuffing men. They don't know how to submit fully to getting snuffed." "Maybe you could make an educational programme teaching people how to die properly" I suggest. "Good idea. Maybe a game show where the sexier and more submissive you are gets you snuffed". Vivi drains her coffee cup. "I'll pitch it at the next board meeting".

About a week later, I'm painting my toenails a deep, seductive shade of red when Vivi messages me. How would you like to get fucked by several hunks on TV? I reply that I would like that. She sends me the details. It looks like a snuff game show. Women compete in different challenges and then get ready to die. A rolling public vote determines which contestant dies after which challenge. I message her back: I'm in.

After another week, I arrive at the studio. We, the snuffsluts, were told to dress casually. I am wearing a black blouse with Capri jeans and Birkenstock sandals. There are 5 of us waiting in the green room drinking coffee. Angela is a young, fit and trim blonde woman who I am chatting to. There's an East Asian woman who seems to be about the same age as Angela. The group is rounded off with a voluptuous black woman and a really thin, pale goth with raven hair. We are all dressed casually in jeans or ath leisure clothes. As instructed, we are all wearing some form of sandals on our recently pedicured bare feet. Vivi enters. "Hello Snuffsluts! Let's begin the first challenge. This is the Girl Next Door BJ challenge. Your mission is to suck the cock of one of the five men on the stage. The public will vote on who gave the best blowjob and that person will be snuffed immediately. Any questions?" We shake our heads. All of us follow Vivi to the studio.

There are 5 men waiting for us. They're completely naked. I choose the geeky looking one. There's a black man who the Asian girl chooses. The others are white, fit and muscular. "Kneel!" Vivi commands. I slip my Birks off. I prefer to be barefoot when I suck cock because I feel more submissive and I can dig my toes in. I kneel down. "On your knees, get set, suck!" Vivi shouts. I cup my man's balls and lick up and down his cock. He gets stiffer and I take him into my mouth. I run my tongue around his head and take him deep down my throat. I tickle his balls and keep deep throating him. Nothing matters to me except making this man cum. I alternate between my throat and licking his frenulum as i speed up. The noises I'm making are turning me on and my girly cock is hard now. I'm sucking only on the tip now and he cums in my mouth. A camera man brings the camera really close to my face. I open my mouth to show the load to the camera. I close my mouth, wink to the camera and swallow. I show my empty mouth to the camera. He moves away from me.

I look at the other ladies. The East Asian woman's pretty face is covered with cum. The black lady has also taken a facial. Angela has swallowed her man's load. The goth girl's hair has white streaks now. "Gentlemen, take your pistols" Vivi instructs the men. They walk to a box that has five revolvers with long barrels. "Snuffsluts, for one of you this will be your final load. You will suck on your man's gun until the results are finalised. Then, one of you will be shot." The men hold the guns to our faces and we wrap our lips around the guns. It's tangy and metallic. My heart is pounding. I don't want to be the first to die. My hands are clasped behind my back. "The results are in. The first slut to be snuffed is...Wei." A gunshot rings out. Wei, the Chinese lady's body falls backwards, her legs crumple as the back of her head explodes. Her body settles. I lean back and remove the gun from my mouth. I look at Wei's body and her bare left foot with nude polish on her toes.

We are taken to the dressing rooms to get cleaned up and pretty again for the next challenge.

I've spent ages choosing my outfit. Eventually, I settle on a black tank top, jeans shorts and high heeled flipflops. I want to show off my long legs and cute feet. I take my bag and go out. It's my first date as a transwoman. I'm nervous but really excited. I feel so sexy as my heels clack in the street. I take the bus to the centre and dangle my shoes off my scarlet toes through the ride.

I enter the coffee shop and my date is already there. He rises to greet me and we hug. He buys coffee and a slice of Pride cake. It's just a regular sponge cake but they've coloured it to make a rainbow to celebrate Pride month. I like it. As he tells me about his DJ aspirations his phone vibrates. His face is ashen. "Are you ok?" I ask. He shows me his screen.

Happy Pride Month! You have been selected for fuckstop duty. Report to your nearest fuckstop within an hour. Failure to comply will result in the erasure of your family. Enjoy your death.

He seems dazed. I let him process that he is now a toy for someone's pleasure. I slip my sandal off my right foot and run my toes up his leg to his groin. "Babe, you need to go". "What do I do?" He's scared. I run my toes over his crotch. "You go to the fuckstop, you take your clothes off, you put your neck in the guillotine and get your sweet ass fucked babe". It's not a difficult concept. "I don't want to die," he whimpers. I put my foot back in my sandal. I stand up and take his hand. "Come on," I say brightly. He stands and we walk out together holding hands. We walk to the fuckstop in silence. When we arrive he stops, he's shaking. "Be brave. It will all be over soon." I tell him. Honestly, how many women receive the notification every day and just accept it? I kiss him. Our tongues dance together. I pull away. He trudges in the Toys entrance.

I vape for a minute or two outside. I go in the customer entrance. I see 10 guillotines. Two are filled by cis women a blonde with big tits and an older black woman. My date occupies the one furthest away. I'm glad that he has found the courage to put his neck in the lunnette. I help myself to lube and walk to him. My heels clack on the floor. I take my shorts off. I masturbate with one hand and apply lube to his hole with the other. He tenses as I slide a finger up him. When I'm sufficiently erect I line my girly cock up against his hole and push. He moans and whimpers. I pound him with all my might. As I cum I press the button. The blade falls and severs his head from his body. His head falls into the basket. I pull out of him. I dress and leave.

On the bus home I think of my friends who have lost their heads and wonder when my turn will come. My phone vibrates.

As a long time supporter of the death penalty, I feel a perverse pleasure when the Warden informs me that my execution will be carried out in 7 days. Having been in solitary confinement since I was sentenced last month, I've been quite bored. Sitting in a room without any windows replaying the murders you committed in your head is fun but eventually the novelty wears off. I hear that I will be hanged alongside two other women in a triple hanging and that I will be transported to a different prison the night before I die.

Alone, in my cell I realise that I'm looking forward to my execution. I knew I would probably get caught. I knew I'd probably be sentenced to death. I didn't care. I wanted to get my revenge on the bastards who violated me and I did. My neck is a small price to pay for revenge.

The next few days pass quickly. I request and receive red nail polish. I paint my fingers and toes a deep shade of red. I am allowed to shower and I dress in a plain black t-shirt, light blue jeans and black Tevas sandals. The guards cuff my hands and take me to the van. We drive to a prison in the next city. They take me to a small room and leave me alone for 10 minutes.

When they come back I see the other ladies who I will die beside. Both are famous murderers. At least I know that my death will be on the national news. The nurse who killed her patients has long blonde hair and is dressed like me in a dark t-shirt, jeans and flat sandals. The other is a famous rap artist who killed her manager. She's wearing gladiator sandals with leggings and a tank top. Their hands are cuffed behind their backs, just like me. The guards pinion our arms and legs.

We walk slowly in our bindings. When we are outside, I see the gallows for the first time. It's a basic, open structure so the journalists will be able to get a good photo of us. We climb the stairs carefully and take our places in front of the nooses. I position my feet confidently on the trapdoor next to the rapper in the middle with the nurse next to her. The hangman, a nondescript man in dark suit, puts the rope around her neck in a quick and businesslike way. He does the same for the rapper who is clearly terrified. She's hyperventilating and scrunching her toes. He fixes the noose around my neck. I look at the journalists and official witnesses. I'm glad they're here. What would be the point of hanging by your neck if nobody watches? The hangman pulls a hood over the nurses head and does the same to the rapper. When it's my turn I say "no thank you". He doesn't acknowledge me but leaves me without a hood. I want the world to see that I'm not afraid. The journalists are snapping photos.

The hangman pulls the lever. The trapdoors open. We plunge, feet first through them. I feel like I'm flying. The wind feels cool on my toes. Aaagh! A sharp pain stabs through my neck. The boiled hemp has halted my fall. My neck is broken. My feet twitch once and then go still. The other ladies are also still. Their necks have been broken. The reporters snap their photos of us.

We are left hanging on the gallows for the regulation hour. In that time, someone has uploaded a video of the execution to various websites. If I could read the comments, I'd be pleased with how much people enjoyed it and that they thought I had cute toes.

The rain is pouring down outside the prison. The storm is howling. Inside the death cell we are are chatting and making our minds up about how we will pay for our crimes. We can choose between hanging by the neck, beheading or the electric chair.

"Which is quickest?" Sophie asked running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Beheading probably" answers Mel. "You just kneel down, close your eyes and wait for the chop. You hardly feel it." "Is that your choice then?" I ask. "Oh God no! It would be a shame to deny my fans the sight of these dawgs kicking" she laughs wiggling her bare toes. She had been an Only Fans foot model and had a bottle of emerald green nail polish in her hand. I had agreed to do all the girls' pedicures so I knelt down and got to work. "They'd never be able to string my ass up off the ground!" Joss says with a laugh. She's obese and it would be hard to hang her. "Im gonna ride the lightning!" I have finished painting Mel's toes and I move on to painting Joss' in a scarlet shade. "You have such a slender neck Sophie. If I were you, I'd have my head chopped off. It's as quick and painless as an execution can be." I lift her foot to my lips and kiss the top of her foot. "We'll be there to support you through it " Sophie appears to be calmer as I paint her toenails white. "I'll choose the chair" I say as Mel paints my toes a light blue. "I want to feel something when I die." There's a flash of lightning. We wri our choices down on the form provided and give it to the guard.

We spent our last night bringing eachother to as many orgasms as we could. I loved having my head between Joss' thighs licking her ebony pussy and tasting her while Sophie tried to forget about losing her head by rimming me. Mel got on her knees and sucked my girlcock until I came in her mouth and she swallowed. "I've never sucked a transwoman before. I'm so glad I have before I swing." She kisses me on my forehead. Joss has finished plaiting Sophie's hair. We go to sleep.

It's a beautiful sunny day when we wake up. We shower together and put on our orange jumpsuits. We slide our feet into flipflops. Although it's mandatory to go barefoot at the point of death, we can wear them for the final walk. The guards come and cuff our wrists and ankles. They lead us out of our cell to the prison courtyard where invited guests are waiting. There's a stage at one end and a gallows at the other. The Governor is standing on the stage with a man who is holding a big sword. The Governor calls Sophie's name. The Guards remove her chains. Sophie hugs each of us. She walks slowly up the stairs. She slides her feet out of her flipflops and kneels down. The Governor asks if she has any last words. Sophie shakes her head, lays her hands flat on her thighs and closes her eyes. The executioner position her plait away from her neck. Sophie looks so pretty. He lifts the sword so it's level with Sophie's delicate neck. He delivers the blow against the side of her neck, slicing through the skin and bone. Sophie's head flies through the air and lands on the stage. Blood is spurting out of the stump where her neck was. Her body slumps forwards. The crowd claps. A nice round of applause for the executioner who lifts Sophie's head for everyone to see.

It's Mel's turn. The guards walk her to the gallows. She slips off her sandals at the bottom of the stairs and walks up the stairs as best she can with her ankles shackled. She takes her place on the trapdoor. The Governor asks if she has any last words. "Yes. Thank you all for coming to see me off. Thanks Johnny for coming to film me and upload the video to my OF. Jen, Joss and Sophie have been the best people to die with. Have a great death babes! Now, do you want my dawgs chained up or do you want to see me kick?!"she shouts. The crowd starts chanting "kick, kick kick" so the guard unshackles her ankles. Mel scrunches and wiggles her toes. Her hands are still cuffed in front. "Mr Hangman please noose me". The hangman puts the rope around Mel's neck and tightens it moving her auburn hair so it doesn't get caught in the noose. He holds the lever for a second and pulls it. Mel drops about 15 centimetres before the noose jerks her body. True to her promise she thrashes around on the rope. Her bare feet kick wildly. Her emerald toes scrunch and wiggle. Mel's porcelain skin is turning purple and her face is contorted. Her feet are kicking intermittently now. She keeps going for another minute before her chest heaves, she brings her knees up to her chest and she dies. Mel's beautiful bare feet dangle, swaying gently. Even with her neck stretched, she is gorgeous.

We are taken to a cell next to the death chamber where the electric chairs are. They unchain us. We are sitting barefoot and I notice Joss is staring at my feet. "See something you like?" I ask. She takes my foot and kisses it. She licks my soles and sucks on my toes. She does the same with my other foot. Her lips and tongue feel like heaven. I get on my knees for her and eat her pussy. She cums with my tongue lapping against her clit when the guards enter. They give us a bottle of lube and two butt plugs. I assume the position and Joss inserts the plug tenderly in my ass. I do the same for her. We get dressed and walk into the death chamber. There are rows of chairs with an aisle in the middle. There are four gurneys at the back. Sophie is lying on one with her head placed above her neck stump. Mel is in the other. I think of how much the hanging must have hurt when I see the red welts on her neck. Both have a tag on their upturned big toes on their left feet. They have beautiful soles.

Joss and I walk down the aisle to the electric chairs. We hug and kiss eachother briefly. Then we sit down. The guards strap up in. Straps go round my middle, my wrists, my ankles and my throat. Then the metal hat is attached to my head. Underneath my feet is a sheet of metal. It's a good thing that we're barefoot because it should let the electricity flow through us faster. I scrunch my toes as the Governor asks us for our final words. "JUST THROW THE SWITCH!" Joss shouts. They do. I feel a wave of pins and needles rush through my body. I'm jiggling without control. My toes feel like they're controlled by a puppeteer. I know Joss is feeling the same thing. It stops. I exhale and look at Joss. She's done. Her body is sagging. The current is back. We dance in our chairs again. My chest hurts. My girlcock is fully erect and I think I'm going to cum or my heart will burst. I see a blinding light.

They turn the juice on one last time but Joss and I are dead. Our bodies are moved to the empty gurneys. Tags are put on our toes. The evening news runs a story about our executions.

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.

It was the first time Maisie had left the house socially in the 9 months since giving birth. Her daughter had arrived in September and Maisie had named her Jen after her friend. She had had the privilege of stringing her friend up and thought of her every time she said her daughter's name. Maisie and her friends were drinking wine to calm themselves. Mary, Alexandra and Maisie had gone to the first Termination Event of the month to watch a man and two women burn at the stake for being LGBT. The experience horrified them. The blistered skin, popping fat and charred bone made them feel sick. The government had warned that LGBT people who did not obey the summons to hang at a Termination Event would burn. Yesterday, a law was passed requiring single mothers to find a husband within a year of giving birth or hang at an Event.

"That was horrible. Much better to be hung." Mary said matter of factly. "Hanged" Maisie corrected her. "People are hanged, pictures are hung". "Well, you're the expert" Mary conceded. Maisie knew all there was to know about hanging after stretching so many necks as a hangwoman. Her boyfriend, and father of her child, her friend Jen and many more had died in nooses that Maisie had put around their necks. Alexandra was silent. She had already received her summons that she must attend a Termination Event this month as her 12 months from childbirth hadn't involved getting married. "What do you think Alex?" Mary asked. "I think I'm going to hang next week. I'm so scared." Alexandra began to cry. Mary comforted her, nearly hitting Maisie in the face with her swinging dreadlocks. "You'll look gorgeous on the gallows hun" Mary said before getting an idea. "We all have less than 3 months so why don't we get hanged together?"

They had all gone to Maisie's house for their final night. They planned to have a girlie night in and we're showing eachother the outfits they would die in. The weather forecast was for 30° Celsius and sunny. Perfect weather for a public hanging. Alexandra had chosen white 3/4 length cigarette trousers and a lacy, black top. Mary was wearing an African tribal dress and Maisie discovered that her wedding dress, that she hadn't got to wear, still fit her. "What shoes are you wearing with it?" Mary asked. "I never got around to buying any because Max got hanged before I found a pair I liked" Maisie said noticing that Alexandra was staring at her feet. "You have really pretty feet" Alexandra said as she knelt down at Maisie's feet and kissed them. As kissing became licking, then toe sucking and complete foot worship, Mary said "Alex your feet are gorgeous too. Why don't we all go to the rope without shoes? "Many people die in their bare feet " Maisie said. With their outfits decided, the ladies spent most of the night fucking eachother.

They woke up in eachother's arms. After a light breakfast, they dressed and pushed their prams to the park. They left their children at the social services station and made their way to the gallows. On arrival, Maisie slipped off her Toms that she wore without socks, Mary slipped her feet out of her bejewelled flipflops and Alexandra removed her trainers and her socks to reveal her purple painted toes. "I chose this colour so my toes will match my face" She explained. Maisie had had a French pedicure and Mary's toes were white that popped against her black skin. "Let's get these piggies dancing!" Mary said. The ladies walked to the police officer at the bottom of the stairs and got their hands cuffed behind their backs.

They climbed the stairs carefully. The boards felt rough under Maisie's bare soles. She was standing between the others with a noose in front of her face. She thought about Jen and Max as the hangman pulls the rope over her head and around her neck. Her breathing quickened as it's made tighter. She looks at Mary. She was smiling as if she couldn't wait to start swinging. Maisie looks at Alexandra who gives her a nervous smile. The hangman pulls the lever. Maisie drops and feels the rope stops her fall. Her feet are dancing wildly. Mary is bucking like she's fucking in mid air, her neck is stretching as she writhes much to the crowd's delight. Maisie can't breathe. Alexandra held herself perfectly still following the drop, keeping her toes pointed but she begins to kick delicately. Her face is going red. Maisie's vision is starting to narrow. She's unaware of Mary's dance ending and the piss running off her beautiful toes. Alexandra is still dancing, drawing pretty patterns with her white trousers and toes that are starting to match her face. Everything is going black for Maisie. She thinks of Jen and Max as she pisses herself and gives a last heave. Alexandra is still now. All three ladies have made the crowd happy. Now they dangle with their stretched necks and bare feet swaying in the morning breeze.