Message-ID: <15689eli$9809290528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Akhenaten Subject: The Court of President Jezebel, Story 4 (MF, rape, snuff, cannibal) 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: <360FE3C4.2CBCC397@usa.net> WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of rape, torture, slavery, murder and other similar extreme rudeness toward your fellow humans. If such things offend you then this is your chance to stop reading. The Court of President Jezebel Story 4: State Dinner by "Akhenaten", This is the fourth 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 4: State Dinner --------------------- Senator Gerrold didn't have many connections yet on Capitol Hill, but through a little bit of wrangling in his first few weeks he managed to get assigned to a premium table for his first state dinner. He had looking forward to the monthly event ever since securing his position in the senate, and he was ecstatic when he finally took his seat at the table. Jezebel's court had been cleared of its standard furnishings of plush couches, beanbags, and other leisure items, and equipped with fifty large round tables, each seating seven guests. Gerrold's table was near the stage and was one of many tables reserved for senators. President Jezebel's seat was only two tables away, although Gerrold could not actually see her from where he was sitting. He was seated with Senators Zoe, Kendra and McKinney, a fine group of friends that he had worked with recently, and a few other senators that he had not yet had the pleasure to meet. Ever since first working with Senator Zoe at an armed combat tournament, Gerrold had been completely captivated by her beauty. Sitting right next to her for dinner was extremely distracting, but it only helped to make the experience exciting, since senators were not bound by the traditional restrictions against sexual relationships between co-workers. Zoe was dressed like all of the senators in the room, topless with a knee length black kilt and tall black boots. Her full, curly hair flowed over her shoulders, nearly concealing her tiny breasts. The short silver strings of diamonds that hung from her nipples sparkled intriguingly through her thick ringlet curls. She had one of the smallest waists that Gerrold had ever seen and he could barely go two sentences between sneaking peeks at her diamond pierced navel. They had been sitting for about ten minutes after the formal introductions, making idle conversation, when the Speaker of the House erupted over the court's loudspeakers, beginning the entertainment. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you will please direct your attention to President Jezebel's stage, we would like to present our door prize lottery." The only two senators currently on duty appeared two female senators that Gerrold had not yet met in person. They both had a very similar look and had apparently been assigned to work together intentionally because of this. Both were very tall and thin, with a very pale skin tone and extremely long, jet-black hair that nearly matched the color of their black kilts. Both were so thin that they appeared more than a little bony and underdeveloped, with extremely small breasts that seemed dwarfed by the thick gold rings hanging in their pierced nipples. Each of these senators led a female slave behind her with a thin chain leash. Each leash forked into two branches and was hooked into the nipple rings that the slaves wore, so that they could be led around by their nipples. The slaves were wearing the traditional white silk robe uniform, parted in the front to reveal their full breasts and to allow passage for the leashes. Even though both slaves wore a white silk blindfold, Gerrold could tell that they actually were twins, they both had identical muscular builds, identical tanned skin tones, and identical short, straight blonde hair. Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs, shoving their tits out in front of them, and they were walking slowly and cautiously, since they could not see or balance. Their breasts were obviously very firm as well as very full, since the senators were pulling very hard on the leashes clipped to their pierced nipples without causing their breasts to stretch very much. Gerrold had seen some slaves' saggy breasts stretch out disgustingly when yanked on in such a manner, he didn't like it much at all when that happened. The obvious firmness of these slaves' large tits aroused his curiosity and actually managed to distract him from Zoe's navel for a moment. "President Jezebel is proud to present tonight's rapist", the Speaker of the House boomed, "the world-famous rape artist Brutus!" A very profoundly muscled man strode onto the stage opposite the twin slaves and their senator keepers. He stood about two meters tall and had an incredibly broad chest, with giant muscled arms and thick shoulders. He wore a bright blue kilt that was short enough to reveal rock-hard calf muscles and Gerrold was close enough to hear the thunder in his steps, even on the marble floor of Jezebel's stage. He stopped in the center of the stage and faced the audience, drawing his fists together in front of him in a classic bodybuilder's pose. He clutched at the waistline of his kilt and ripped it away, revealing a monstrously huge cock. Body hair of any kind was very unfashionable, and it was extremely rare to see an uncircumcised penis, but Brutus was both uncircumcised and naturally bushy. His unusual primitive, animal look was part of his popular appeal. His cock was almost certainly artificially enhanced, it was twice as large as the biggest natural penis that Gerrold had ever seen, probably four times as big as Gerrold's own. It was the size of Gerrold's forearm and fist combined, he estimated, with giant testicles the size of billiard balls. Since modestly proportioned bodies like Gerrold's were the fashion, Brutus was a shocking exception, a giant hulking life-support system for a ridiculously medically enhanced cock. He began to stroke himself to stiffness, using both hands. As he succeeded in erecting his monster, Gerrold noted that he might have even been underestimating. The head of Brutus' cock was at least the size of the fist of a small woman. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's door prize is slave 34862," the Speaker intoned, "the winning bet will win her for the duration of the evening, to do with as you please. The only rule is that she must be terminated before you leave tonight." One of the raven-haired senators yanked hard on her leash and led one of the twins forward to the center of the stage. Leaving the slave's blindfold in place, she ripped the girl's silk robe away, revealing her voluptuous, hairless body. The handcuffed girl did not make a sound and had no visible expression. The bony senator yanked the slave around and showed her meaty ass to the audience, jerking her toward the rear of the stage where an 'X' frame was waiting. She spun the slave girl around and began to strap her to the frame, spreading her arms and legs and exposing the girl's every fold and crevasse to the audience. The senator removed the slave's blindfold so that she could see the rape show and the audience saw her entire cute virgin face for the first time. Her eyes scanned the room and then fixed on the other slave girl that still stood at the front of the stage with her breasts jutting out in front of her. "The target of tonight's rape will be 34862's identical twin sister, 34863. Both slaves are virgins, having been raised for 16 years in the presidential slave farm at Camp David specifically for this event tonight." The second vamp senator roughly jerked her slave forward by her nipples and positioned her in the center of the stage. She ripped the slave's silk robe off with a flourish, revealing nothing surprising. 34863 predictably had the same delicious figure as her twin sister. The second pale senator arrived and removed the slave's handcuffs, but left her blindfold in place. "Now that you have had a chance to appraise the both rapist and the victim, please begin to place your bets. The person who most accurately guesses the time that it takes for Brutus to violate all three of this slave's virgin entries, ejaculate, and then dispatch her with his bare hands wins the door prize. Remember that Brutus is paid according to how quickly he can achieve his goal. Complete records of Brutus' past performances are available in the court datacloud." Gerrold paused to consider the spectacle. He had never personally witnessed a rape show with such a famous and successful rape artist. The rapists at the local coliseum in his home town were lucky if they could rape a slave and kill her in less than seven minutes, but the slaves in those cases were not 16 year old, farm-raised virgins, and the rapists were not giant muscle-bound cocks with bodies attached. Brutus stood on stage lubricating himself with a bottle of gel. Gerrold had never seen a man that had to use two hands to masturbate because his hand wouldn't reach all the way around his dick. He couldn't decide if the gigantic tool hanging from Brutus' pelvis would help him or hurt him speed- wise, but he could only assume that the giant man's huge iron muscles would be an advantage. Without bothering to look at Brutus' past athletic records, he touched the icon on the place mat before him to activate the network interface and placed his bet at five minutes and thirty seconds. Gerrold sat back and watched Zoe as the excited murmur of the rest of the room making bets went on. She carved into her place mat with her slender, graceful fingers to place her bet, drawing her ringlets off of her chest and fully exposing the tiny breast and perfectly smooth shoulder nearest Gerrold. He decided at that very moment that he definitely needed to court her. Aggressively. The rape show was drawing near. The Speaker of the House prompted the stragglers, "Please finish placing your bets within the next 15 seconds." Brutus had achieved what Gerrold assumed was a full erection and stood facing his victim, who was still blindfolded. He stood firmly, spreading his legs apart slightly and placing his hands on his hips, his enormous phallus extending before him like a primitive fertility statue. The female senators circled behind 34863 and worked on untying her blindfold, still holding it before her eyes. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, betting is now closed. We will now present the victim with her fist glimpse of her rapist and murderer." The senators pulled the slave girl's blindfold over her head and 34863 blinked, disoriented. Her eyes darted around the room and focused on Brutus, slowly evaluating his hulking form from top to bottom, stopping at his grotesque, tumescent cock. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, but her expression showed no fear. The victims in the rape shows that Gerrold had seen in the past had always expressed mortal fear, but they were generally cheap discarded slaves from local industry who were wholly unprepared for the experience. It was interesting to see a victim that had been trained from birth to anticipate her inevitable fate. Her body was tense and her breathing rapid, breasts heaving, but she did not seem to be nearly as afraid as one would expect of someone condemned to be brutally raped and killed in the next few minutes. The slave girl that waited bound to the 'X' frame at the rear of the stage was appraising Brutus' giant dick with much the same resolved expression that her sister had. Gerrold had seen documentaries on the life of the slaves at Camp David and had always been fascinated by the stories. They spent their days absorbing videos of the rape, torture and snuffing of other slaves until they were fully resolved to their fate and determined to do a good job when their chance came. Some were taught advanced suicide techniques and advanced snuff techniques, about ten percent of the slaves never left the camp because they were killed off or killed themselves off as examples during demonstrations. Some had sex constantly to train them to satisfy their masters, while others were preserved as virgins to enhance their value when they were finally used in snuff shows or as gifts or prizes. The camp purchased about 14,000 infant slaves each year so that it could produce hundreds of snuff victims each month. The very best of those ended up in Jezebel's court, either as performers, toys for guests, or as dinner. The two pale senators retreated from the stage with the slave girl's robe, handcuffs and blindfold as the clear glass wall that defined the boundary of the large, round ring rose out of the floor. The ring surrounded 34863 and Brutus, isolating them. 34863 knew that she would not leave the ring alive, but she appeared ready to put up a good fight, as she knew that she was expected to. She shifted her weight from side to side, causing the leash that was still clipped to her nipples to sway gently. >From where Gerrold was sitting he could see that the lips of her virgin pussy were puffy and swollen. Brutus had lubricated his cock so that he could shove it into her whether she was excited or not, but it could only help if she was ready to go. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, at the sound of the buzzer the mighty Brutus will begin. Brutus, are you ready?" Brutus wiped his lubricated hands on his buttocks and bowed his head affirmative. "Very well, begin!" A buzzer rang out and Brutus pounced forward. A digital clock materialized in the air above the stage, counting the time since the buzzer. Brutus thundered across the stage toward the slave girl, who turned and fled. She was much faster than the hulking giant, and seemed to have an advantage. She reached the glass wall behind her and paused for a moment before turning and running along the edge of the wall. Brutus took advantage of that pause and zeroed in on her, leading her along the curve of the wall. The clock above the stage showed that ten seconds had passed since the buzzer. 34863 ran directly toward Brutus, breasts and buttocks bouncing as she ran. Just as she looked as though she was going to run into his arms, she abruptly halted and scooted off sideways. It was an admirable move, designed to confuse her pursuer's perception of her speed and direction. It probably would have worked too, but as she flitted past him Brutus reached out and snagged the leash clipped to her tits. As the clock reached fifteen seconds 34863 reached the end of her leash. She apparently did not realize that Brutus had grabbed the lead behind her because a shocked expression painted her face as the leash tightened and yanked her breasts to her side. She spun around and tried to stop herself, but her forward momentum was enough to rip one of her nipple rings out, slicing her nipple in two and straining her other tit even more. She howled in pain and drew her hands up over her head, thrusting her tits forward toward Brutus to relieve the pressure on her remaining ring. She stopped moving completely and her eyes darted around, obviously trying to figure out what to do next. Brutus started gently pulling her forward with the leash, careful not to lose his grip on her by pulling out the other nipple ring. She stumbled forward a step and dropped her hands to her sides, but as the clock reached twenty seconds she clenched her fists and started to shake. She glared straight ahead, meeting Brutus' eyes. A trickle of blood ran over her breast from her split nipple. Gerrold had to admit, it was a much more interesting show with a decently trained victim than the shows that he had seen where a local coliseum would just toss a waitress slave into the ring with a local rapist. He had been to dozens of shows where the victim had simply sat down and cried when the buzzer went off, allowing the rapist to violate her without defending herself other than maybe a little bit of token slapping or clawing. Half of the time the audience was relieved when the rapist finally snapped the victim's neck, simply because it brought an end to the incessant bawling. Gerrold snuck a glance at Zoe, she was watching the show intensely. She had picked up the habit of constantly fingering her nipple rings from President Jezebel, as many women in the country had, and was absentmindedly running her fingernail around the nipple nearest Gerrold. Her tiny, girlish breasts were in sharp contrast to the large-chested slave on stage. Brutus had reeled 34863 almost to within reach when she suddenly made her move. Tightening her body, she pulled briefly forward and then launched herself backward against the leash. Her breast stretched grotesquely but her nipple ring held. Frustrated, she reached up with her hands and fumbled at the leash, grabbing it and pushing downward. Brutus, confused, clutched at her leash, thinking that she was trying to pull it away from him. With a desperate jerk, she yanked the ring from her nipple, tearing her second nipple in two. She spun around and tried to flee, but the sudden release of the tension in the leash threw her off balance and she fell to her knees. She tried to scamper away but Brutus had finally had a chance to react and he ran forward and tackled her. Brutus obviously outweighed the young slave girl by at least twice, and in the absence of her speed advantage the show began to go downhill for the beautiful virgin. Her short blonde hair covered her face as Brutus pinned her to the ground with his chest. She drew her splayed legs together behind her to prevent entry, but Brutus shoved his mighty knee to the ground and forced them apart. He reached to his sides and wrapped his huge hands around her elbows, forcing them to the ground and drawing himself up in a push-up pose. His giant erect dick was aimed at her ass and he thrust heartily into her. Since their heads were toward the audience, Gerrold and the rest of the audience had to watch a giant screen that floated over the stage that showed a reverse angle. The camera zoomed in to show Brutus' giant cock sliding into the slave girl's virgin pussy from behind. As the clock reached thirty-five seconds the girl was no longer a virgin, and a bell rang out signifying that Brutus had achieved one of his goals. 34863 cried out in pain and surprise as her pussy stretched wide all at once to make way for the intrusion. Brutus pulled back and shoved the monster into her again, ramming it as deeply as it would go and most surely tearing her previously untouched hymen. He was so huge at even though he was brutally shoving into the slave with all of his strength, he could still only get about a quarter of it into her. According to the rules, in order to get credit for fucking the slave's pussy, Brutus had to keep at it for at least thirty seconds. An additional clock appeared that counted down from thirty. Brutus was famous for putting on a show as he worked, and this rape would be no exception. He pulled out of the girl, restarting the clock and losing precious time. He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Holding both of her wrists in one of his massive hands, he stood on his knees between her legs and grabbed her by her thin, blonde hair. Holding her hair in one fist and her wrists in the other, he pulled her backward off of the stage and onto her knees in front of him. She wriggled in protest but she was completely powerless to escape the giant man, as Brutus pulled her head back the audience could see the agonized expression on her face. When he had her fully upright he lowered her twisted body onto his waiting phallus, tensing his muscles to guide his huge dick into her small, bald pussy without using his hands. The bell signifying entry rang again and the clock started counting down from thirty, this time starting at around the one-minute mark. The slave girl's identical twin sister watched dispassionately from the rear of the stage and Gerrold thought about how cool it would be to win her. Seeing the girl raped and killed and then getting to do the same with her identical twin yourself would just be too cool, he thought. Brutus had positioned the slave with her back arched sharply, thrusting her tits toward the audience and forcing her pussy out so that the people in the first few tables could see every detail of her tortured crotch. Her face was stretched so far backward that Gerrold could see from the reverse angle screen that Brutus had her positioned so that she was staring into his face as he raped her. Brutus was holding her up in the air so that her knees barely touched the stage, and her splayed feet wriggled futily as he began to pump her up and down on his huge dick. She was stretched so wide that Gerrold was reminded of what a pussy looks like when you fist a woman. He suspected that it was rare that Brutus found voluntary sexual partners, since the nation could see on C-SPAN what happened to a woman's pussy when he impaled her with his fist-sized cock head. Blood trickled from both of the slave girl's ruined nipples as Brutus pumped her up and down. When the thirty second clock had counted down to zero, another bell rang out indicating that Brutus was free to mount his assault on a different entry. He pulled out of her and pushed her forward onto her chest again. He released her wrists and was reaching for her shoulders when she suddenly flipped over onto her back and brought her legs up to her body, kicking out sharply with her right leg and nailing Brutus with a sharp kick to his giant testicles. The kick was decisive and Brutus hunched over in pain as she tried to crawl away from him. She managed to get about a meter away before Brutus was able to react. He snatched her ankle as she fled and dragged her whole body under him with one mighty tug. When he had her positioned under him he reeled his arm back and delivered a single mighty punch to her belly. Her entire body tensed with the blow and her eyes bulged out as she struggled to breathe. She lay stunned and defenseless and Brutus took advantage of her helplessness, fetching one of her hands in his and squeezing. From his table Gerrold could hear a popping, louder than a cracking knuckle, as the delicate bones in her tiny hand were crushed. She tried to hold her other hand away from him but he drew it in and did the same to it, crushing it with both of his mighty hands, while she still struggled to breathe. The clock was just reaching the two minute mark when Brutus clutched the slave girl's bangs, pulling her off of her back to a sitting position. He reached for her crotch and shoved his fingers into her stretched pussy, wriggling four of his massive fingers into her. He picked her up into the air by her hair and her pussy and held her at waist level. Her diaphragm continued to flutter and struggle to recover and the reverse angle screen showed that her pussy lips were colored with blood from her hymen, or possibly just from the abuse. Her ruined hands hung limp at her sides. Brutus swung her back and flung her into the glass wall at the edge of the ring, venting his anger for the kick to the balls. Brutus had lost some of the firmness of his erection when 34863 kicked him, which could be a disaster for a rape artist, especially since he had not yet raped her ass. As Brutus walked toward the slave, Gerrold noted that his dick was hanging, rather than standing on its own. She had landed in a heap and was lying with her back to the wall of the ring, still struggling to breathe. Brutus knelt in front of her head and grabbed her by the ear and by the hair on the top of her head. He was obviously planning on raping her mouth and she knew this as well as everybody else. She clenched her teeth tightly closed and clamped her eyes shut. Brutus held onto her head by her hair and forced his fingers between her lips. He clutched her lower lip and yanked it downward harshly, forcing her mouth open. Once her mouth was open he forced his fingers behind her teeth and yanked her jaw open, shoving the giant head of his cock into her mouth. Even partly flaccid, his dick filled her mouth like Gerrold had never seen before. A bell sounded, signifying entry, and another thirty-second countdown clock began as Brutus began thrusting his dick in and out of her stretched mouth. The ridiculous blow job looked wholly futile since such a small fraction of Brutus' dick actually fit into her mouth, but it seemed to be doing something for him since he was regaining his erection again. As his giant cock stiffened and regained its girth the slave girl's jaw stretched further and further, looking painfully distended. Her now opened eyes revealed her pain and her legs jerked around, seeking a foothold. Her position allowed her to see her twin sister at the rear of the stage and the two stared deeply into each other's eyes as Brutus raped her mouth. She seemed to be trying to bite the mighty cock, but to no effect. She clamped her eyes closed in pain as Brutus made his last few strokes, shoving his cock so deeply into her mouth to interrupt her breathing. The bell rang, signifying that he had raped her mouth long enough to get credit for it, and he pulled out. The clock had just passed three minutes. Gerrold exchanged a smile with Zoe, who seemed to be very interested in the show. He had never seen her in action other than in the show when he had worked with her, but he had heard rumors that she could be very brutal with slaves when she wanted to. Brutus stood over the slave girl, considering her for a moment, perhaps giving her a sporting chance to do something for herself before the inevitable anal rape. He grabbed her bangs and shoved his fingers into her crotch and heaved her into the air again, throwing her in a heap into the center of the ring. Without being able to use her hands to break her fall, she landed gracelessly on her face. Brutus walked over to her as the clock reached three minutes and fifteen seconds, and stood over her. She made no effort to retreat. Brutus reached down and rolled her flat onto her belly, pulling her arms to her sides. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass into the air, setting her on her knees and on her chest with her head facing forward toward the audience. He experimentally let go of her to see if she would stay in that position by herself, and he seemed highly amused when she actually sat that way without being forced to. Brutus turned at grinned at the slave girl's twin sister, who simply stared at the rape victim's raised and waiting ass. He took a position on his knees between her legs and wrapped his arm around her belly, taking his huge, stiff cock in his other hand and guiding it toward her asshole. He pressed the head of his dick against her ass and pushed, but he couldn't seem to get it in. It was like trying to thread a needle with a screwdriver, Gerrold thought, the giant organ pressing against her tight, puckered, virginal asshole. Brutus wriggled the head of his dick around a little but it was not making any progress at all at getting into her. He moved his dick out of the way and shoved a finger into her ass. He worked it in and out a few times and then added another finger, then another, then another, till he was forcing all four fingers in and out of her ass. Finally reacting, the girl's eyes opened and she grunted in pain, but she still put up no resistance. Brutus shoved with all of the strength of his huge arm and stretched her asshole out by shoving his entire hand into her ass. He withdrew and shoved his dick against her again and this time managed to pop the head of his dick into her asshole. The entry bell sounded and the slave girl groaned in pain as the clock passed the four-minute mark. Gerrold turned to Zoe as Brutus began pumping into the slave's ass. "Ever taken a man that big?", he asked her. "Fuck no, I like normal dicks", she said with a grin, "yours is a good size." "When have you seen mine?" He had been to a few orgies since his arrival at Capitol Hill, but as far as he knew he had never been to one that she had attended. "When you snuffed that slave girl at your first court audience, don't you remember?" She grinned and glanced from Gerrold to the stage. "Ahhh, okay. Sometimes I forget that the whole country watched that." "Well, it was a really good show", she said playfully, "I know that Kendra and I liked it. We both fantasized about fucking you after that." She smiled and made direct eye contact with him, leaving no doubt about what she meant. "Really? Wow, well I'm flattered. Would you be interested in coming over to my place later, maybe get to know each other a little better? I'm still a little short on friends around here." "Well, only if you promise to fuck me. You've been staring at my tits all night, I don't want you doing that all night and then not fucking me." Gerrold couldn't have been more pleased and excited, "Hmmm, well okay, deal. Right after dinner tonight. You want me to bring Brutus over with me? You think you could take him?" "Fuck no, Gerrold, do you think that YOU could?" Her devious grin was the sexiest thing that Gerrold had seen in weeks. He didn't even answer, he just grinned and went back to watching the show. Brutus had fucked the slave girl for longer than he actually needed to in order to get credit for her ass, but he was going for broke now, thrusting away rapidly to try to bring himself to orgasm. The reverse angle screens showed that he had drawn blood from her asshole from thrusting so hard and stretching her so far. The clock was just passing five minutes when he started breathing harder and harder, pumping faster and faster. His huge balls made a very loud slapping noise against the girl's thighs as he drove into her. Finally with a roar he pulled his dick out and pushed her ass to the side, flipping her over onto her back. He started to spew, giant gobs of white cum spraying all over her bleeding tits. He reached down in the middle of his colossal orgasm and grabbed her hair, pulling her to him and shoving his erupting cock into her defenseless mouth. She was far beyond putting up a fight and she allowed him to shove it in. After a few seconds she was gagging on his jism but he held her head on his dick, not giving her any relief. Brutus jerked and spasmed for several seconds, finally calming down and relaxing with his softening dick still planted in the slave's mouth. His giant nuts and presumably similarly enhanced prostrate had produced an unbelievable flood of semen. It was time to kill her. A new screen materialized in the air over the stage, showing a live graph of 34863's heart rhythm. Brutus pulled his prick out of her mouth and stood up, clutching at her hair and pulling her to her feet by her scalp. He clutched her by the throat and lifted her into the air above his head, shaking her violently. Gerrold noted that the clock was just passing five minutes and fifteen seconds as he glanced to the rear of the stage at the door prize, who was watching expectantly as her sister suffered through the final moments of her life. 34863 flailed her broken hands and kicked her feet desperately as Brutus choked the life from her helpless body. Brutus held her aloft and shook her, jiggling her bleeding tits. Blood trickled from her bald pussy and her torn asshole and ran down her inner thighs. Her heart rate increased even more, ticking away at more than 160 beats per minute. After choking her for show for a few more seconds, Brutus flung her to the ground headfirst. She landed hard on the back of her head and a crack echoed through the court. Her heart monitor skipped a beat as cerebrospinal fluid leaked from her ear. Her arms tensed and she reflexively raised her broken hands to shield herself. Brutus pounced on her, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head and then slamming it into the ground, producing another satisfying cracking sound. The back of 34863's head caved in and her arms fell limply at her sides. A pool of blood began to form around her head and her heart monitor slowed, stuttered, and then finally flatlined. Her heart had stopped beating. The clock froze at five minutes and thirty-one seconds. 34862 gazed at her sister's corpse with the same dispassionate expression that she had been wearing for the last several minutes. Brutus raised his fist in victory as the Speaker of the House praised his performance, "What an amazing show! The fastest time ever recorded at a rape show in Jezebel's court!" The ring wall descended into the floor and the two pale female senators appeared, carrying a towel and a robe for Brutus. He accepted the towel from one of them and grabbed her, throwing his arm around her waist and pulling her into him, forcing a kiss on her. He ran his huge hand up her pale, thin torso and clutched at her naked breast, squeezing her pierced nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Surprised and off-balance, the senator paused before throwing her arms around his waist, one of her hands wandering down to caress his giant cock. Well okay, maybe he doesn't have problems finding volunteers to have sex with him, Gerrold thought. He had a vision of Brutus' colossal phallus plowing into the unnaturally skinny senator's pussy for a moment and dismissed it immediately as unnatural and impossible. "And the winner of tonight's door prize, with a bet of five minutes and thirty seconds, is Senator Gerrold!" Gerrold heard his name and reacted with a start. He had forgotten about his bet in the heat of the moment. The pale senator that was not engaged in making out with Brutus walked to the rear of the stage and began to free 34862 from her bonds. "Senator Gerrold will be free to enjoy 34862 in any way that he wishes tonight, in public or in private, as long as he arranges for her to be terminated before he leaves the dinner." Gerrold remembered his fantasy of fucking the girl after seeing her sister raped and snuffed, and grinned. Zoe caught his eye, she had a similar expression on her face. "What are you planning on doing with her?", she asked. "Uhhhh, well I don't know, I hadn't thought about it very much. Any suggestions? You want to help?" "Well", she mused, "it would be a shame for a hottie like that to die a virgin, so you just HAVE to fuck her. Just don't use it all up on her, I want some later." "Hmmm, okay, well that sounds about right", Gerrold said as the pale senator led 34862 toward their table by her tit leash, "how do you think we should snuff her, then?" The slave didn't even look down at her sister's corpse as she walked by. "Mmm, well I've always been fond of depth charges." Zoe's evil grin confirmed what Gerrold had heard about her brutal treatment of slaves. Gerrold had never used a depth charge personally, but he had always wanted to. The pale senator arrived with Gerrold's prize. "Senator Gerrold", she said, "may I present you with your prize, 34862, a virgin to pleasure you until her death." She smiled politely and handed Gerrold the leash. "Is there anything else that I can do for you?" "Yes, actually", Gerrold said, "if you could bring me a depth charge, I would really appreciate it." The slave girl inhaled sharply when she heard the words 'depth charge', learning the exact mechanism of her death for the first time. No doubt videos of slaves getting snuffed with depth charges had been a part of her training at Camp David. Perhaps she had even seen some of her classmates snuffed with them in class demonstrations. "Of course, Gerrold, I'll be back in just a moment." The pale senator walked away. Senator McKinney caught Gerrold's eye, "Hey man, nice door prize you've got there!" "Thanks", Gerrold answered, "trying to figure out what to do with her now." Gerrold didn't want to fuck her because he wanted to save himself so that he could impress Zoe after dinner. He decided to take the slave's virginity by fucking her just a little bit but not coming in her, and then using the depth charge. "So", he said to the slave girl, pulling her down into his lap so that she faced Zoe, "what can you do?" He tugged gently on her tit leash, amused at the notion that he knew exactly how hard he had to pull on it to rip her nipples apart, glancing at her sister's bleeding body with both tits ripped open. The slave girl looked troubled by the question. "I'm a virgin." "Well yes", Gerrold answered, "we know, but weren't you trained in sexual technique or something?" "No, sir, I was meant to be raped." Gerrold rolled his eyes and looked at Zoe. She shrugged and eyed the slave up and down. "Well, I guess there's not much that I can do to help you if she has no training. I still think that you need to fuck her though. You like those big tits?" "Fuck no", Gerrold said with a chuckle, "I like normal tits. Yours are a good size." Zoe grinned and reached out to caress one of 34862's breasts. "Well sorry little cunt", she told the slave girl, "nobody here even wants you. I guess we'll just enjoy killing you." The girl's face showed nothing but disappointment. Gerrold admired Zoe's cruelty, but even he thought that it was kind of a harsh thing to say to a slave that had lived her entire life to give him pleasure in her dying moments. "Oh, don't listen to her", he told her, "I'll fuck you, here, sit up on the table." He picked her up and placed her on the table with her legs hanging off, then he pulled his chair up between her legs and sat down again. "Now you just sit there, okay, I'm going to taste you for a sec." The slave girl was definitely a virgin, she seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. She sat a little nervously as he glanced at Zoe and then dove in, reaching into her hairless pussy with his tongue. "Go Gerrold!", Senator Kendra cheered as he went down on the slave girl. He flicked his tongue around playfully for a few minutes, just enjoying the taste of the excited girl, and then he finished up by finding her clitoris and biting on it. He didn't bite hard enough to cut it off, but it was enough to surprise her. Gerrold stood up and pulled his kilt up, his dick was ready to go underneath. Zoe glanced down at his prick, then up at his eyes, and smiled slyly. He was a lot more excited about winning her over than he was about winning his door prize. He grabbed the slave's shoulder with one hand and his own dick in the other and penetrated her virgin cunt. She was incredibly tight, and he could actually feel the pressure as he tore her hymen apart with his dick. He locked eyes with the slave and began to thrust, ignoring McKinney's wolf whistles and the applause from the table behind him. After holding her eyes on his for a few thrusts she closed her eyes and began to sigh heavily with each thrust. Gerrold looked over at Zoe as he fucked. "It's time to order, Gerrold", she reminded him ,"are you going to be able to?" The dinner slaves had started circulating through the room, offering themselves to the diners. "Ungh, unhh... ummm, yeah, unfh", he struggled to answer, "I, ungh, I was thinking about a tit tonight, unff, what... were you going to, ungh, have?" Zoe giggled at his preoccupation, "I want a big dick after seeing that Brutus guy, but a tit wouldn't be bad either. I don't know, it depends on what I can find. You want me to pick out a tit for you?" "Umhh... ungh, yeah, unhh, that would be great, thanks." He clutched at his slave's big tits and squeezed them hard. He had definitely been correct about her tits being very firm. Her eyes flew open and she draped her arms around his head. He thought about her sister's broken hands for a second as she did. Her pussy was getting looser as he fucked, but not nearly as loose as her sister's pussy had been with Brutus' giant cock buried in it. "Well, do you want a big meaty tit like one of those you're grabbing there", Zoe asked, "or maybe a couple of small ones like mine?" She spread her arms wide and flicked her curly locks back over her shoulder, thrusting her tiny chest forward and jiggling her diamond piercings. Gerrold nearly blew his load into the slave right then and there, Zoe was so sexy. "Oh, shit, Zoe, ungh... Oh, man, you are so fucking hot, Zoe. Ungh... unfh, ummm, no, I was thinking of just one big one actually. Lots of, ungh... Lots of fat." "Okay, hang on." She turned and snapped her fingers at one of the wait staff. "You there, with the big tits, come here." A waitress that had been walking by with a tray of water glasses approached. She was completely naked, so that the guests could examine her body and order appropriately. "Yes, my lady? How may I serve you?" She had a shapely body, with breasts only slightly smaller than Gerrold's door prize. "Have you been ordered yet?", Zoe asked her. "No, my lady, not yet." "Hmm, okay, well come stand over here so that Senator Gerrold can see your tits." Zoe grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to the table. The waitress set her tray of water glasses down on the dinner table and approached Gerrold, thrusting her chest out to him. "My tits have been inspected and labeled Grade A, as has my ass. The high fat content of my tits would go well with a mushroom gravy sauce, but we have a wide selection of other preparation methods to choose from. My tits are each approximately 850 grams before cooking. If you are interested in meat, my ass will produce steaks up to approximately 1000 grams before cooking." "You want one of those, Gerrold?", Zoe asked. Still fucking away, he reached out and fondled the waitress' breast, slapping it, pushing his fingers into it, and twisting the nipple. "Yeah, ungh... that looks good, unfh... cut that right one off for me... I like the mushroom sauce idea. You want the other one?" "No", Zoe answered, "I still think I want a cock instead. Dear, could you do us a favor and send the biggest white cock that you can find over here and then go and have that tit of yours cooked up for us?" "Yes, my lady", the waitress answered, "Of course. I have just the waiter in mind." "Thank you, I really appreciate it. Will you be serving us later?" Often waiters and waitresses with non-critical parts removed would serve their own flesh to diners. "Oh no, my lady", the waitress smiled politely at Zoe, "I will be beheaded as soon as I slice my breast off for Senator Gerrold so that my liver can be used in the hors dourves." "Oh really? It's a shame to waste your entire body for just that one tit. Maybe I will have the other one." Zoe eyed the waitress and prodded her left breast. She considered the idea for a moment, but then changed her mind again. "Well, no, I really do think I want a cock." "Yes, my lady, there are plenty of us, it's okay to waste a few bodies. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. I'll send your waiter over right away. He will take the rest of your order. You wanted my right breast, correct sir?" Gerrold grunted an affirmative, his door prize still wrapped around his stiffie. The waitress cheerfully nodded and then picked up her tray of water glasses and walked away. She had a word with a very tall waiter that was walking by, who made a beeline for Gerrold's table. He proved to be hung like a horse. Nowhere near as large as Brutus, but much bigger than Gerrold, and his dick was natural. He was clean-shaven and circumcised, his cock was very clean and tasty looking. He had a smooth voice too, greeting Zoe with a refined charm. "Yes, my lady, how may I serve you?" "Have you been ordered yet?", she asked, cupping his balls in her hand. "No, my lady, I have not." He tilted his pelvis forward slightly, pushing his dick closer to her. "My dick and balls together are 350 grams of meat, flaccid. We have a wide selection of preparation methods, I would personally recommend the cheese stuffing for my shaft with my balls still attached. We have many other options with my balls on the side, but the cheese stuffing with the balls still attached produces an erection effect that is very attractive, and I'm told that the cheese stuffed shaft is delicious. For as large a dick as mine it's a preferred recipe." Zoe continued to fondle him, playing with each ball, squeezing them in turn. "What about other methods?" "Well, my lady, if you like, you could have my dick marinated in a lemon pepper sauce and grilled, served over pasta. If you order me that way then I would recommend ordering a second dick as well, one grilled cock alone can be fairly small, even a large one like mine." His dick was growing as she fondled his balls, and she began to stroke it. "Hmm", she pondered, "well okay, I'll have you stuffed with cheese like you suggested, with your balls still attached." "Yes, my lady. Can I bring you something to drink as well?" Rather than answering, Zoe clutched his dick in both hands, leaned forward, and went down on him. She made a ring with her fingers and began to stroke him as she viciously sucked. Gerrold, distracted by unexpectedly seeing her sucking off the waiter, blew his load into his slave girl door prize with a groan. Zoe came up for air. "Did you just come, Gerrold? You'd better have more for me later." "Unhhh, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to, you just looked too good blowing that meat." He pulled his door prize off of the table and into his lap so that she wouldn't get his semen on the tablecloth. "Oh, well", she giggled, "I just wanted to taste this dick while it was still alive. I always like to do that, it's more fun to eat it afterward that way." The waiter smiled and continued to thrust his fully erect cock forward for her to stroke. "Alright, now run along and have that cooked up for me, please, and send somebody over here with some more beer when you can. Are they going to decapitate you and use your liver in the hors dourves too?" "Yes, my lady, if I can manage to castrate myself and submit your order in time." "Well then", she pushed him around and slapped his ass, "You'd better get going." "Yes, my lady. Thank you for ordering me, I hope that you enjoy my dick." "Oh, I will, now get moving, cut that thing off." Zoe abruptly turned back to the table, dismissing the waiter. "Well, Gerrold, you ready to snuff this cunt?" 34862, recovering from her first fuck, was startled at mention of her. Gerrold noticed a depth charge on the table, the pale senator must have brought it quietly while he was fucking his door prize. "Hey, her depth charge is here", he said, "I'm pretty beat now though, let's make her snuff herself." "Mmmmm", Zoe crooned, "I like you more every minute. Sounds great to me." She snapped her fingers, "Hey you worthless little cunt, you know what to do with that depth charge?" "Yes, my lady", 34862 answered respectfully. Gerrold pushed her off of his lap, slapping her ass as she went. She stood clumsily, weak in the knees. She had Gerrold's semen and her own blood running out of her pussy and down her thighs. "Well", he told her, "you heard us, strap that fucker on." He pulled his kilt back down to his knees, dusting himself off, still trying to catch his breath. 34862 bowed respectfully and reached for the depth charge. The depth charge was a pair of black panties made of a special reinforced nylon material, with a dick-sized tube attached to the inside of the crotch and a small control panel on the outside. 34862 slid the panties on, clumsily working the tube into her sex-stretched pussy. The tube was made of metal and was open and capped with plastic on the top side. It was filled with plastic explosive, a measured amount specifically designed and packed to send a fatal charge upward and into the body of the condemned slave that wore it lodged in her pussy. Her big boobs pushed together as she leaned over to work the tube into her cunt, producing impressive cleavage. She finished working the tube in and pulled the sides up over her hips, standing awkwardly and awaiting the next command. "I want everybody to be able to appreciate this", Gerrold said to her, "so get up on the table to do it. We'll get a new tablecloth after you get it bloody." She obediently started to mount the table. "Oh, wait, wait. First, I enjoyed your sister's nipple rings ripping out so much that I wanted to do that to you before you snuff yourself. Come here." She cooperated as best she could, presenting her tits to Gerrold, reaching for her own tit leash and handing it to him. He took the leash from her and guided each of her hands to his shoulders, leaning her over slightly and pushing her big breasts into his face. He glanced over at Zoe, grinning, and tugged gently on the leash, stretching his door prize's nipples toward him. The slave girl grimaced in pain as he pulled the leash tighter and tighter, until her entire body was shaking in pain. Finally he let the leash go slack and yanked all at once with all of his strength. Both nipple rings tore free and the slave yelped in pain. She hadn't been tortured much, he realized. Oh well, too late now, time to snuff her. "Okay, thanks, that was great, now get up there." She again obediently mounted the table, delicately searching for footing among the salad bowls and glasses of beer and wine. "You guys don't mind if I drop this slave's body on the table, do you?" The other guests at Gerrold's table, curious, all agreed that they could just get a new tablecloth, since she had already leaked semen and blood on it anyway. They instructed her to make her way to the center of the table. By this time, the entire room was focused on the condemned girl as she made her way to the center of the table, wearing the black depth charge. Fresh blood trickled from her destroyed nipples as she found her spot and stood proudly upright in the center of the large round table. "Okay, you worthless little cunt", Gerrold growled, "after you activate your depth charge you will have a fifteen second delay before you blow. Press your activation button and then assume the position that you want to die in. Make it something that shows off your tits." Gerrold sat back and watched the girl as she did her thing. She would be dead in a few seconds, he always enjoyed the anticipation of a slave's final moments before death. Without any apparent fear, 34862 reached between her legs and decisively pressed the activation button on the control panel of her depth charge. It emitted a long and loud beep, and then a shorter beep every second. Once the device was activated the slave girl faced Gerrold and Zoe and pressed her legs together. She stood tall and spread her arms out to her sides, opening her palms and arching her chest to push her tits upward and outward. She stood in her Christ-like pose, waiting for the device lodged in her cunt to explode and shred her vital organs into pulp. She closed her eyes in anticipation as the crowd around their table chanted along with the beeping. "...TEN!! ...NINE!! ...EIGHT!! ...SEVEN!!" Gerrold felt his dick rising in excitement again. "...SIX!! ..FIVE!! ...FOUR!! ...THREE!! ..TWO!! ..ONE!!" The crowd cheered together "BANG!!" as a the depth charge went off, producing a powerful dull thudding noise and sending a sharp ripple through the slave girl's body. The pressure momentarily pushed her abdomen outward about ten centimeters. She spasmed violently and stumbled backward, kicking a plate off of the table with one foot and crushing a wine glass into the skin of her other heel. Her eyes flipped open in shock and she emitted a horrible, gurgling, pitiful gasp. She stumbled again, this time forward, stepping in a salad bowl. Gouts of bright red blood flowed from her mouth and she clutched at her chest, clawing at her belly with one hand and tearing at one of her already bleeding breasts with the other, leaving bright red claw marks on her own skin. She dropped her chin to her chest, her eyes wide in panic, and stared with a terrified, shocked expression at her torso. Gerrold could only imagine the damage that the depth charge had done to her guts, she was apparently completely destroyed inside. A river of blood pouring from her crotch was evidence of that. She teetered and fell forward, slamming onto her chest in front of Gerrold, her head landing almost in his lap. Gerrold rolled her over and looked at her face, curious if she was dead yet. Her eyes were still open and her body was still twitching. She blinked and her mouth seemed to be struggling to form a word, but he couldn't understand what it was. Finally her mouth filled completely with blood and her eyes glazed over, lifeless. Her body twitched gently with aftershocks. "Well shit, that was fun", Gerrold exclaimed to the table in general, "now lets get this table cleaned up so that we can eat!" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----