Message-ID: <15082eli$9809090534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Akhenaten Subject: The Court of President Jezebel, Story 2 (Fm, virg, tort, snuff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Accept-Language: en Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35F56276.146DA802@usa.net> The Court of President Jezebel Story 2: Morning Masturbation by "Akhenaten", This is the second story in a series of reasonably self-sufficient individual stories cast in the same setting. Other stories in this series are archived together, at the time of this publication the archive was stored at http://members.tripod.com/~AmenhotepIV If that archive is no longer functional when you read this, try searching for "The Court of President Jezebel" in a Usenet archive service such as DejaNews. History: -------- By September of 2098, President Jezebel's administration had spread the unchallenged and absolute rule of the United States of America to encompass every last living human. The sweeping reform of the United States government achieved by President Wehrner decades earlier during WWIII had paved the way for the absolute power held by the office of the President of the United States. The 'final solution', resulting in the complete destruction of the primitive lunar colony at the Sea of Tranquility, had eliminated the last organized resistance to President Jezebel's iron fist. With the dawn of a new empire came profound social changes. The slave trade that had originally been touted as a solution to the problems of crime and poverty became a permanent and lasting element of life in America and under President Jezebel's sadistic influence the social taboos that had protected the slave class from abuse began to break down. The global economy was as prosperous as it had ever been and modern communications, transportation and warfare technology helped to maintain an efficient global government with virtually no weakness. The dominance of the United States government was a simple fact of life with no end in sight. President Jezebel's legal rise to absolute power at such a young age had helped to create a culture of leisure and depraved Epicurean delights. Never before in history had technology allowed the decadence of an empire at its peak to be documented to its very last detail. Story 2: Morning Masturbation ----------------------------- Slave 20961 fucked admirably, with a passion that President Jezebel had not seen from the virgins in quite a while. The fresh and unused young stud had managed to get a very firm grip on Jezebel's flannel sheets with his strong fists and was thrusting his powerful cock in and out of her feverishly, with utter disregard for the heavily armed secret service agents lurking silently in the shadows of her darkened, private ready chamber. He had the gusto that she loved, the gusto of a virgin fucking a woman for the first time. Glistening in the dim light with sweat from the beautiful boy's perfectly toned chest and arms, Jezebel stretched out into her favorite position. She loved to get drilled hard while stretching her arms and legs wide away from her body, arching her back as if yawning early in the morning. The position, and the young slave, worked as well as the last time and the time before, quickly and steadily raising her sexual fever to a burning, throbbing crescendo. An extremely vaginal person, Jezebel savored the feeling of the head of the slave's dick slamming against her uterus as he tried so galantly to please her as he had been ordered. She also loved the naughty, decadent feeling of spending an entire slave on each of her orgasms, knowing that the expensively trained dick pumping into her had never pleased any other woman and that it would never please anybody else again since she would throw it away when she was done with it. Most people were not rich or powerful enough to have disposable sex slaves, it was just one of the many delicious perks of the presidency. The gorgeous flesh machine pumped away oblivious as the growing tickle deep in Jezebel's pussy exploded into the uncontrollable convulsions that she had been expecting. The orgasms that she had while masturbating with slave dicks were usually extremely powerful, much more so than when she made love with people, and this orgasm was no different. She struggled to breathe as her diaphragm spasmed frantically in tune with her pleasure. Jezebel had never had a slave not realize when she was having an orgasm, since she was normally very open about coming very powerfully. This one was a little slow to catch on though. Have to make a note to the chief of staff to train the virgins on how to recognize her orgasms, she thought. He had apparently figured out that she was coming while she was delirious, because when she returned to reality she realized that he was pumping away frantically, racing to reach the finish line before he got pulled out of the race. Ever since she had instructed her chief of staff to allow the trainers to describe to the virgin slaves their role in full, they had always tended to do that. It had been pretty annoying at first, but she had managed to get used to it and had actually started to find it a little bit amusing. Either way, it was a lot simpler to have them informed when they first marched in the door. Surprise executions were amusing and all, but they were not exactly optimal for those times when you just wanted a quick orgasm and off to work. She sometimes would let a slave come inside her if she was feeling particularly lazy or sluggish or just if she was in the mood for something different, but there was barely enough time before dinner to dispatch the boy, so she dug her claw-like fingernails into the slave's hips and pushed him violently out of her. He withdrew and retreated to a kneeling position between her knees, his rapidly pulsing heartbeat pumping his tumescent cock up and down in an obscene parody of a horny male. Jezebel watched the shiny, wet head of his dick bounce for a moment, rubbing her sopping pussy with her palm, flicking her sharp fingernails between her gaping lips. She loved the wide, stretched out effect that fucking did to a woman's cunt, and feeling her own body just after being fucked was always one her final pleasures when she masturbated with slaves. Part of her daily ritual. She needed to get moving though, so she had to act quickly if she wanted to enjoy the slave's execution. "Kill yourself", she ordered him. The slaveboy shuddered a little, his dick stiffening even more as his abs rippled with tension. She noticed that he was holding his butt muscles tight, frozen in mid thrust, which jammed his prick out into the air even more than his aborted excitement did all by itself. The slave slowly bent down and retreated from his position, crawling backwards off of Jezebel's bed on his hands and knees. She gathered her soft flannel sheets around her and cuddled into her nest of pillows that she had arranged against her headboard. She liked to keep her bedroom chilly so that her bed felt even cozier when she wrapped herself up in her soft, cuddly sheets. The slave boy walked proudly into the brighter light and up the steps of the gallows at the foot of Jezebel's bed and stood over the trapdoor, not even looking down to locate it. He gazed into her eyes with a fearful expression of anticipation that made Jezebel's pussy slick to the touch. She slid her middle finger into herself, feeling the loose gap that the stud's dick had carved out of her. "Come on, come on, I haven't got much time, eat it." Not exactly hurrying, he bent to pick up the tool. He had been trained well, as they all were, and he knew exactly what to do with it. Holding the long handle gingerly so as not to accidentally activate the switch, he slid the metal ring over the end of his still very erect penis and pushed it down to the base. He spread his knees awkwardly and clutched at his balls, pushing them through the loop as well, and then stood at full attention again, holding the tool that encircled at his dick with his right hand and staring straight ahead, apparently steeling himself against the pain that he was anticipating. The slave boy took a deep breath, causing his chiseled body to stiffen gloriously. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old and like most of the presidential virgin slaves he was exceptionally beautiful. His pectoral muscles were sharply defined without looking bulky, his abdomen was rippled with musculature, his wide shoulders and narrow waist made the triangle of a classic sculpture. After almost enough time for Jezebel to prompt him again, the boy pressed the tool's trigger with his right thumb, activating the device to perform his castration. Jezebel's staff had trained him well, some of the slaves lately had forgotten to be prepared for catching their dicks as they were severed and had dropped them on the ground. 20961 cupped his left hand under his scrotum like a pro, preparing to catch his apparatus. The metal wire loop inside of the ring wrapped around his dick started to slowly retract, and his chest stiffened as it dug into his skin. When Jezebel let them come in her, or on her as she sometimes liked to do, they had a little bit more time before the pain began because of their flaccid dicks. The ones that were really tortured were the ones like 20961, who activated the tool in a state of sexual frustration. The wire tightened fully and continued its constricting progress. The wire was intentionally very dull, so that it did not castrate the slaves by shearing, it castrated them by eventually ripping painfully and bluntly through their skin. 20961's dick grew shiny and purple, bulging unnaturally to the point where it appeared as though it might burst. Jezebel had never actually seen a slave's dick burst during castration, but she continued to suspect that if she teased a slave enough that she might be able to see it sooner or later. She had also wondered lately what it would be like to have a slave fuck her with a giant, swollen dick like that. She had intended to ask her chief of staff about the possibility of building a tool with a second switch to pause the device in mid- castration, so that she could order the slave to stop, fuck her some more, and then continue. Those phalluses just looked so obscene when they were all swollen and purple with blood and pain, she loved it. She made a note to order the new tool and to find a slave with a really, really big dick to use it on, so that she could see how large a slave dildo she could create. She liked to be filled up really tightly sometimes. With the exact same pathetic guttural gasp of shock that they always got, the slave arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward, sticking his hairless dick and balls upward into the air the way that he had been trained to do. Jezebel's attention snapped back to his agony as he clutched at his cock with his left hand as if he were masturbating, remembering at the last minute to reach for his balls with his right. As he let go of the handle of the tool with his right hand, the device twisted downward, and the castration was complete. Jezebel wondered idly if he regretted the mistake of letting go of the handle and having it wrench his dick off like that, or if he had done it on purpose. The ring of the tool passed painfully through the slave's manhood and clanged on the trapdoor with the satisfying noise that meant the same thing every time. The blood, as usual, was gruesome. There was normally very little bleeding until the final moment when the tool finally rips all the way through and castrates the slave, at which point gouts of bright red arterial blood generally rush from both the slave and the castrated member. 20961 was no different. At first it was almost impossible to tell that he had really been castrated, he remained clutching his dick in his left hand as if masturbating, cupping his balls under him with his right hand, as his dick slowly shriveled and became flaccid from the blood loss. Jezebel flicked her long fingernail of her middle finger against her cervix and cupped her breast with her other hand as she watched the show. She also liked the chilly temperature in her bedroom because it kept her slaves' nipples erect, and her own nipples were sometimes no exception. Between her slave's self sacrifice, the temperature, and her fingering her nipple ring, she idly noticed that her nipple was extremely stiff. 20961 shivered and looked a little nauseous as he looked down to see what he was clutching in his hands. Taking another deep breath, he slowly raised his hands to his mouth, his arms trembling. He opened his mouth cautiously and extended his tongue, pausing for almost longer than Jezebel could stand. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and brought his hands to his mouth, sliding one of his testicles into his mouth. He nibbled the testicle free of the rest of his apparatus and began to chew on it, slowly. Jezebel's stress level remained manageable, but she enjoyed taunting her slaves in their last moments. "Okay, okay, enough dramatics, eat your fucking last meal and let's get you dead, alright?" The boy opened his eyes with a start and blinked with fear, swallowing forcefully. His crotch was a bloody, ugly mess and his inner thighs were bright red with his blood. He opened his mouth wide and sucked in his other testicle, slurping in most of his freshly shaved scrotum with it. He chewed with more determination this time, mashing the skin apart and swallowing much more quickly. He turned the remainder of his dick around and contemplated it for a moment before popping the head into his mouth. Jezebel always loved that final image of her slave blowing himself, they always did that for some reason. She had been curious and asked her chief of staff if the trainers were instructing them to do that, but they apparently were not. It apparently was just the natural way to eat your own dick, sucking your own cock. He nibbled the head of his penis off with his front teeth and swallowed it nearly whole, popping the last little sausage of cock into his mouth and finishing it off quickly and efficiently. He stood and stared forward for a moment, blinking in shock. After almost long enough for Jezebel to goad him on again, he shook himself into action and looked around for the footswitch. Finding it, he pressed with the ball of his foot and glanced up to see the noose lowering from the wench in the ceiling. The nylon rope descended quickly, dropping the knot directly in front of his face. The slave was still swallowing the last remnant bits of penis as he reached forward and slipped the noose around his neck, drawing the knot tight behind his head with an expert flick of the wrist. The rope provided very little slack for him to fall and he knew it. He knew that he was only half way through a painful death by torture for Jezebel's sadistic enjoyment, and he seemed to accept it as well as he needed to. As long as he cooperated, was all that she really cared about. He glanced down to find the second footswitch, this one located on the trapdoor itself and guarded by a cover. He flipped up the cover with his toe, clasped his hands behind his back, drew a deep breath, and punched at the button with the ball of his foot. The trapdoor fell away and he fell a mere twenty centimeters, yanking to a stop with a surprised gurgle. She loved it when they realized in surprise that they were still alive after they fell. Even the ones that knew that they were going to dance on the noose as they strangled to death were sometimes startled. She theorized that it was because they somehow forgot that they were not going to immediately die when they so proudly punched the kill switch, or perhaps it was because they were prepared for pain, but not prepared for the immense shock of pain that they discovered at the end of the rope. She had never cut one of the surprised ones down to ask them what they were so surprised about, but she thought that maybe someday when she had a little bit more time she might do that, then string him back up again. 20961 continued to grasp his hands behind his back as his chest and biceps rippled and twitched in desperation. His gorgeous abdominal muscles began to spasm as his diaphragm fought to draw in air. After only seconds, his face was already bright red. He was not going to last nearly as long as Jezebel had thought that he might. His eyes bulged outward and the veins of his neck swelled as he made some of the last conscious actions of his life. Jezebel sat watching idly with her finger up her pussy, fingering her nipple ring with her other hand, as she watched his gently rocking body with anticipation. Finally after what seemed like a long time after he stopped jerking around, his hands relaxed and fell to his sides, his lifeless body still rocking gently. She always ended up thinking about steaks when she hung well muscled male slaves, they looked so tasty with all of that meat hanging right there in front of her, especially right before breakfast. Jezebel slid her finger from her pussy and popped it into her mouth absentmindedly, rolling over and reaching for the control panel to activate her phone. "Ms Rae, please bring my robe. Oh, and please let the kitchen know that I'd like to have a steak sandwich for lunch today..." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----