“Citizens of France!”

The roar of thousands threatened to shatter Liliane's eardrums. A thick, black blindfold stole the sunlight from her eyes, though she could feel the sun's warmth against her bare skin. Several ropes dug deep into Liliane's arms, torso, and thighs, forcing her to kneel as they burned her broken body. She could of course no longer see any of the scars or bruises she had received during her stint in prison, but Citizen Sophie- really just Sophie, at least as Liliane had always remembered her- had taken extra care to make sure Liliane had seen every single one she had left on her. She had even gone as far as to find Liliane's finest silver mirror so she could see herself, battered and ruined, one last time before her execution. This is what reactionary whores like me deserve, Liliane remembered being forced to repeat, over and over again. The words still echoed through her exhausted mind.

“For too long, the oppressive boot of the nobility has stamped on our necks! They have lived large on our labor and stolen what rightly belongs to us!” Sophie's bellow carried over the riotous clamor, having almost the same effect on Liliane's ears as the crowd itself. Sophie's high-heeled boot came to rest on Liliane's upper back. Even as a shudder ran down Liliane's spine the heel dug into the back of her ribcage, eliciting a pained scream. “Now see how the noble slut who starved you cries in misery!” More cheers drowned out Sophie's next words.

“Please,” Liliane whispered, despair crushing her songbird voice.

Sophie's response carried nothing except pure revulsion for the cowering noblewoman. “This is what reactionary whores like you deserve.” Liliane yelped as her braid was yanked backwards and up, driving her neck to snap upwards.

“No longer will this pampered bitch command the masses!” Sophie's roar reverberated through the masses. “No longer will this pig starve the people of France while she wallows in the filth of her own decadence!” Each declaration of Sophie's was met with louder affirmations. Had Liliane not been forced to watch so many of her fellow nobles executed already, she would have hardly believed the disloyalty of her peasants. They had served so faithfully for so long. Sophie had served longest and most faithfully of them all. And now Sophie stood, her heel stabbing into her ribs, her fist gripping Liliane's braid, declaring Liliane's death sentence while styling herself Citizen. A year ago, Liliane would have laughed at the absurdity of her situation. No laughter was forthcoming now, at least not from the noblewoman. “No longer will this reactionary whore escape the justice she deserves! She believes herself a lady? Today, the whore will meet a lady! The Lady Guillotine!”

No, Liliane screamed internally, not this! Not now! Please, God, save me! She shivered as the heel disappeared from her back and her braid fell from Sophie's fist against Liliane's back.

Sophie's disgusted whisper came back, filled with an insane glee Liliane had never heard before. “It will all be over soon, you spoiled bitch.” Liliane was overcome with shivers.

The crowd roared with zeal as Liliane's thighs were untied by Sophie's deft, dainty fingers. Liliane could still remember those fingers spread wide under trays of food and wine as she did her rightful duty. She could just as easily remember the way those same fingers had held the pincers and knives she had used on Liliane through those long, dark weeks in the dungeon. More shudders shook her as Sophie's fingers brushed her skin. “Please,” Liliane breathed, “I've learned my lesson. Please don't do this.”

Once again, Liliane's braid was yanked upwards, causing her to groan as Sophie forced her to her feet.

“The enemy begs for mercy!” Sophie cackled. A uniform cacophony of jeers was the response from the crowd, and Liliane's heart sank. “Citizens of France! Let me ask you all a question- does the Revolution give mercy to her enemies?”

“No!” Came the resounding answer from the crowd, crushing any remaining hope Liliane held in her soul. God… please have mercy on my soul.

“And why, pray tell, will you receive no mercy from the Revolution, Mistress Liliane?” Sophie's mocking snarl was so familiar to Liliane now. The response came without Liliane even having to will the words out of her lips.

“Because… because this is what reactionary whores like me deserve…” Liliane announced, trying to make her broken voice carry as far as it could stretch. The lewd jeers from the crowd told her she had succeeded. One last accomplishment…

“This is what reactionary whores deserve!” Echoed someone from the mass.

“Death to the traitor slut!” Came another cry.

“Off with the pig's head!”

“Make her pay!”

“Humiliate that worthless piece of shit!”

“Kill her already!”

“Fuck that stuck-up whore for all of France to see!”

The lewdness of the suggestions of many in the crowd made Liliane's cheeks flush. The calls for her blood made her want to shrivel up and disappear. A hand on the back of her neck let her know what was coming next.

“Please make it quick, Citizen Sophie,” Liliane mumbled, tears soaking her blindfold.

Sophie’s teeth sunk into Liliane's fleshy earlobe, forcing her to moan. She could feel blood dripping from the spot Sophie’s teeth had been by the time she withdrew. “I will do what I please with you, Mistress Liliane.” Sophie's deep growl caused Liliane to moan again. As her breath fluttered, Sophie's hand pressed hard against her, forcing her down onto the guillotine's bed. Another shove and Liliane's neck rested against the head’s bottom. Before her struggling even began, the top slid down into place, encasing her in her doom.

“Before the reactionary whore gets what she deserves,” Sophie announced to the crowd, her voice ringing in Liliane's ears, “we're going to put on a little show.” Cheers and applause thundered. Oh no. “This little pig has spent far too long humiliating and degrading the people of France!” The thunder was even louder now. No, God, please no! “Now, it is time for her to receive the dish she prepared for the rest of us!” The crowd's whoops and hollers were rabid. Sophie's next whisper made every hair on Liliane's bare skin stand on edge. “Spread your disgusting thighs, you fucking slut.”

Liliane had no choice but to comply, as Sophie already took handfuls of her thighs and forced them apart. “Please, Citizen Sophie,” Liliane pleaded, tears leaking out from underneath her blindfold, “please don't do this.”

“Oh my, little slut,” Sophie moaned, ignoring Liliane’s protests, “what a pretty pussy you were hiding between these legs of yours.” She chuckled, tracing a finger between Liliane's folds, “I'm going to enjoy fucking you on this stage.” Liliane moaned, squirming as Sophie's finger circled around her slit. She could feel herself start to leak even as the desperation to hide her shame grew.

“Oh? Is someone enjoying this too?” Sophie asked, a mocking tone coloring each word. Liliane shook her head violently, but it seemed Sophie had already made up her mind. “The whore likes it!” Sophie declared to an uproarious laughter. Liliane flushed wildly, her cheeks hot as tears poured in rivulets down her bruised face. “Please,” Liliane begged, “please just end it. Please!” Her words fell on deaf ears though. A second later, Sophie slid her finger into Liliane's wet cunt. Liliane cried out as Sophie's finger curled inside her. Desperation overwhelmed her, and suddenly Liliane could no longer tell if it was desperation for this humiliation to end or for Sophie to carry her over the edge.

Sophie moaned, “What a tight little cunt you have, whore.” Liliane could feel Sophie's breath against her cheek, hot and heavy, and each one came with a gasp. Liliane noticed her own breath was growing frantic as she felt the tension inside her build. Sophie slid her finger in and out, curling each time as she went. “Such a shame you've already been sentenced. This pussy could have given the Revolution so many fucking martyrs.”

“It still can, Citizen Sophie!” Liliane pleaded, every word punctuated by a tiny gasp. “I can serve the Revolution, Citizen, I promise!”

“Oh, but my dumb little slut,” Sophie sighed, “you forgot that the Revolution will not give you mercy, will it?” She slid a second finger into Liliane's pussy, at first preventing her from responding.

“N-no, Citizen,” Liliane whimpered. Sophie's fingers curled together, spreading apart inside her and stretching her. Liliane screamed in pleasure, her bound hands scrabbling to find purchase anywhere. She found nothing.

“And do you remember why the Revolution will give you no fucking mercy?” Sophie spat. Her thumb pressed against Liliane's hood, nearly sending her off the edge then and there.

“Be-because th-this is… is what… reactionary whores… l-like me… deserve,” Liliane's whimpers carried across the crowd now, much to their amusement. Shame filled her, but Liliane could no longer register anything other than Sophie's fingers and their rhythmic dance, in and out, in and out, spreading and contracting, pressing and releasing. Gasps, moans, and whimpers were the only sounds Liliane could force out of herself now. Even forming thoughts was becoming difficult.

Sophie smacked Liliane's thigh. She yelped in surprise and pain in equal measure as the blow landed on an old bruise. “That's fucking right, you stupid little pig!” Sophie slapped across the other thigh, landing right across a fresher bruise. Pained moans were all Liliane could respond with. “You know, I've been meaning to make you suffer like this for a long time, Mistress.”

Liliane whimpered, her body shuddering. H-how? Liliane tried to wonder, though her thoughts slipped from her mind before she could finish them. She had seen the guillotine before, and imagined that glistening blade thirsting for her blood. The crowd cheering Sophie on, Sophie's relentless pounding, and her imminent demise hanging right over her neck were too much for her to handle. As Sophie pressed her thumb back to Liliane's hood, she exploded onto the woman’s hand, squealing in pure pleasure.

Liliane felt every muscle inside her relax as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She could hardly feel Sophie's hands running across her skin anymore. All she could focus on was her every little pant, gasping for her next breath. Sophie whispered something in Liliane's ears, but Liliane didn't catch it. She noticed a whistling sound.

Thunk. Pain. Black.