Story 2: Morning Masturbation
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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..."