When Cat bunny woke up that morning, she could see that the sun had already come up and she wondered for a second why the other bunnies hadn’t Woken her but as she looked about her, she could remember.
She knew of course, even as she had gone to bed the night before but a part of her wanted to pretend that it wasn’t true. She felt suddenly afraid and the other bunnies seemed to ignore her. As one looked over towards her to smile, a fair haired pretty new bunny, one of the other, older bunnies, took hold of the young bunnies hand and whispered something in her ear that made the young bunny look away.
Cat bunny felt suddenly alone because today was her birthday; her twenty sixth birthday and under the rules for bunnies, when they reached twenty six a cat bunny had to be decapitated. She was scared and wondered what it actually felt like to have your head cut off.
And yet the fear was only a part of it. She could see that her executioner was already waiting for her, a pretty long- haired girl who had chosen to wear such pretty pink underwear that Cat Bunny almost swooned at the sight of her. Just her Bra and her little pink panties. She wished that perhaps, instead, she could have executed this girl, to have lain her softly on the Guillotine and gently cut off her little head and watched as it hit the basket beneath her; but this girl was there to kill her. She thought about the guillotine and it made her a little wet between the legs, to know that soon the blade would cut through her pretty neck and end her.
It excited her and as she greeted her executioner, she carefully adjusted the crotch of her bunny suit so that no one could see that she had inserted a tampax into her pretty bunny hole. She had executed other bunnies and knew that, sometimes when the blade hit them a bunny might occasionally have a little accident and wet herself. If she did, at least the tampon would absorb her wee and stop her wetting the guillotine.
As they walked together towards her end, the executioner stopped and kindly showed her the machine they were to use. One of the older, wooden guillotines so that the blade fell a little differently and caused much more pain when it cut violently through the bunnies neck. Tying Cat bunny’s hands in front of her she gently urged her forward towards her death until they reached the machine.
She sat Cat bunny down on its base. “I know you will have wondered why I have tied your hands in front of you but it’s your breasts,” she told cat bunny. They are too big.” She explained. They were indeed full, large, natural breasts but. Although Cat Bunny was a little annoyed, the girl explained that if Cat bunny were to lie face down on the guillotine it would lift her head up a little making it difficult for her to properly place her head through the guillotines base.
It was then that Cat Bunny realised for the first time that, for her own death, she would have to watch as the guillotine feel towards her, see the glint of its blade until it snuffed her, viciously cut through her gently neck and severed her head from her body. She was suddenly glad that she had inserted the tampax as a little bit wee escaped her but was absorbed by the tampon.
Cat Bunny was terribly frightened and could feel her body shaking a little; trembling as if she was very cold and was glad that the girl in pink was so kind to her - Gently helping her to lie down on the guillotine, as she lowered the clamp that would hold Cat bunny’s head in place.
She whispered to her. “You mustn’t tremble lovely. You are such a pretty bunny. It’ll soon be over for you now. You don’t have much longer to live. You will be dead quite quickly little one.” She said comfortingly.
“Please,” Cat bunny begged. “Please don’t leave me. Stay and talk to me. I'm sure you could reach the lever from where you are. I am afraid to be alone. To see the blade,“ she whispered. You could tell me how pretty I am whilst it fell” but the girl refused.
“I can’t lovely. Is time for you to die now so I must kill you. I must pull the lever and watch you as you die.”
The girl walked to the other side of the guillotine and Cat bunny could see the blade hovering over her.
She was going to die, to actually have her head severed from her body. The fear was almost uncontrollable now and she felt another small parcel of wee escape her and the tampon swell a little until it felt quite big inside her Vagina even as the girl pulled the lever, releasing the blade. She could hear it rattling; could see it shaking a little as it hurtled towards her, shining; glinting in the sunshine, closer, now closer – the noise of its rumble so much loader then - until it smashed, cut violently into her neck.
The pain was almost indescribable, a tearing horrible, disgusting pain that went through her body. She could feel her body arch and then realised suddenly that she was no longer attached to it, that her head was falling backwards into the basket. She could see the girls bottom, clearly now; how pretty her bum seemed in those pink knickers, even as her head bounced a little as it hit the basket.
The executioner looked down. She could see cat bunnies head resting in the basket, her eyes closed quite peacefully, the blood still oozing from her neck, whilst on the table as if her body was still alive, Cat bunnies fingers and arms flexed and unflexed; her body jerking a little as the blood from her severed head flowed under the girl’s body.
She thought that Cat bunny looked better without her head. She loved girls when their head was severed from their body and reached down to look at Cat bunnies head. Holding it, even as the blood was still oozing from Cat bunnies neck, she kissed the head, enjoyed the last wetness of Cat bunnies mouth as a she pushed her tongue between Cat Bunny’s lips and for a moment she felt, imagined that they moved and that Cat Bunny’s head might still be alive. She stopped kissing it and looked carefully at the head now; its features slightly contorted by the fear and terror that Cat Bunny had felt as it had killed her".
She held it proudly up for the cameras which would have recorded the execution. She was very pleased. Cat bunnies head was still dripping with her own blood."
