The split second

Wake up, boy.

Cold? Well, you're naked, that's to be expected. You'll heat up soon. Yes, naked. Yes, your hands are tied. Take this rope and hold tight and I'll untie one of them.

Of course you can't move, bitch. You're strapped to my guillotine. Your neck is in the stocks; look up and you'll see the blade, way up there. Most of the time victims are put face down, but you're going to be face up, for reasons that will become clear very soon.

Hold on tight. That rope is the only thing keeping the blade from falling right now. Let go now and the game will be over before it's even begun. You're the last boy today and I've got the whole afternoon free after you, so I thought I'd make it fun.

You don't remember how you got here? I don't know either. The Women's Council hires someone to abduct you; the Women's Council judges you and ships you to me. I'm just the executrix.

No, the man is never present at the trial. Men don't have anything to say that a woman needs to hear. They made their decision and now it's my job to enact it. I don't care if you're "guilty" or not. I don't care what you did or didn't do. My job is simply to kill men.

And I love my job.

Here's the deal. I like watching men suffer. I have a lot of ways to dispose of you boys. I burn some of you alive, or I flay your skins, or I crush your thick skulls slowly.

I really love the guillotine, though. I love hearing the blade rumble as it crashes down, I love listening to the man scream and hearing his cries literally get cut short, and I love watching his stupid little head tumble into the basket.

But the problem is, it's over too quickly. Even from that height, it takes only a second for the blade to come down, and they say the head lives for fourteen seconds after, but you're probably unconscious after the first five. And while I'm allowed to torture a man to death, I'm not allowed to torture him if it's not part of the execution.

So I came up with a little game to make it last longer. I'm going to let you hold on for as long as you want. And I'm going to give you a little pleasure before you go. You seem the type of loser that never felt the touch of a woman's body before. Am I right? I thought so.

I'm going to stroke your cock and play with your body until your cock is dripping with precum. But I'm not going to finish you off. *You're* going to do that. When you can't stand it any longer, when you absolutely need to shoot your load more than anything in the world, you can let go of the rope and try to jerk yourself to completion before the blade chops your head off.

You'll be dead either way, but you have a chance of cumming one more time. Don't you want that? Not that what you want matters. You are male, after all.

And I have a special honor for boys who manage to shoot their load before their heads come off. Usually the head and body go together, to an incinerator most of the time, or sometimes to be ground up for pig food. But if you manage to rub it fast enough, I'll keep your head. I'll preserve it and I'll mount it on my trophy wall.

To date, I've only had three men pull it off. I sometimes wish I could cheat and say other guys succeeded—better looking men than you, I mean—but the execution is recorded from multiple angles for educational and entertainment purposes, so there's no way I could get away with it.

Now we begin. I'm going to work a bit of lube into my palm and get your cock hard. Feel the wetness of my hand on your cock head. Just a couple strokes. There you go.

Oh. Is that it? That's as big as it grows? Well, that explains why you're here. I mean, it's no crime having a small dick. A lot of loser boys do. But you tried to fuck a woman with that, didn't you? There's the answer. No wonder the order went out for your termination.

But I can work with it. I can get two fingers around your shaft and pump it, up and down. You can try to thrust into my hand if you want, but those straps are tight and snug.

You like that? You like the feel of someone else's hand on your dick, don't you? A woman's hand, I mean. I bet you've helped other guys jack off in the back of adult bookstores, the two of you tugging and sucking each other's cocks.

Or maybe you hooked up online, and kept it on the downlow. You did, didn't you? Looking for a dick to suck and a guy to jack you off. It doesn't matter that you only did it because you're too pathetic to attract a woman. You say you're not a gay boy, but you do gay boy things.

But a man's mouth and hands aren't the same as a woman's, are they? Not that you'd know.

I could let you feel my lips around it... but no. You absolutely do not deserve to be inside a woman in any way, shape, or form. So my breath, tickling the underside of your shaft, is the closest you'll ever get. I'll let go so you can savor the sensation.

Oh, it's twitching now! Your little dick has a mind of its own, there. It aches when I take everything away, doesn't it? You can go ahead and try to fuck the air, but I've never seen that do a man any good.

Here, let me stroke it again, my full palm up and down that slippery underside of your shaft. Yeah, bitch. Try to fuck my hand. I'll only pull it away, but I want to see you try. No... nope... you can't control the speed, only I get to do that.

But I'll wrap a couple fingers around it and stroke it hard and fast a few times. I want to see you pant, and I want to see the pulse pounding in your cock when I take my hand away. There! You're getting close, I can see the bead of pre-cum on your cockhead.

You like playing with your nipples? I'll give them a little twist, nothing hard. Feels nice, doesn't it? Don't you wish a woman had ever done this with you even once in your life? Well, today is going to be a day of firsts for you. And lasts, of course.

Now your cock again. Don't worry, I wasn't going to let it alone. I'll stroke it, up and down, and then maybe a little harder, and maybe a little faster. There! Don't be surprised at how close I can get you; I can play a man like a fiddle. When you understand someone so deeply and are that much smarter than him, it's easy and fun. And men are easy to understand. Their brains are so simple, and focused almost completely on their cocks.

This is the point where a lot of guys lose it. They're not close enough, but they don't know it. Men are absolute morons about women's bodies, and in my experience, they can't even judge their own.

But these idiots think they do. They try. They cry out one last primal scream, try and grab their cocks, and stroke it maybe once before the blade comes down and offs them. And their jizz stays in their balls forever.

Oh, holy fuck, I love the sound of the blade rumbling down the frame. I love watching the men's heads tumble away, the blood spraying from their necks, the "thump" as their head lands in the blood-stained basket, as so many heads have done before.

And I don't know. Maybe they're gone in an instant, or maybe they linger just a bit. I've grabbed their heads before and looked them in their eyes, so I am the last thing they see. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I could swear I see it. The shock and disappointment in their eyes, realizing they were denied that last cum.

Fuck, the aching look turns me on. And then, to look into his eyes and actually see the moment he goes silent forever—that gets me so wet!

It's something I'm only allowed to do because of the natural inferiority of males, of course.

Socially, physically, and above all intellectually, women outstrip men. Your upper body strength was your only advantage. It made you good laborers, which was valuable back when everything was animal powered. But nowadays, thanks to technology, the male animal is disposable. The world belongs to women now. So I get repeated opportunities to snuff you out.

Let me give you a few more tugs... That's it, cry for me. Writhe as much as you can in those straps. It tells me you're getting closer. It give me a feel for your desperation. I'm glad I have two hands, because I'm stroking my pussy thinking about ending you, and I'm getting pretty close myself.

You've enjoyed having a woman grab your worthless cock, but you won't have the privilege of cumming from a woman's touch. You have to do it yourself. You have make the choice to let go of the rope, to know in that instant that it's your last, and try to go out with an orgasm.

And I'm getting so close. You've never heard the sounds of a woman in... unhh... in extasy, have you? Not for real. Not up close. You can join me. I see your cock throbbing deep red, I see the head leaking a clear string of precum, I can tell you want to.

I'm so close. Die for me, boy. Let's cum together, you in your final submission and me in my triumph. I'm getting closer. You know you can't hold out forever, let it happen. You spent your whole lonely, pathetic life jacking off, let that be the way you end it.

I'm close. So close... ohhhh, I'm cumming! Let the rope go. Grab your cock and end it all. I'm cumming SO hard. Feel that last explosion of pleasure before everything goes dark forever. Cum, and let the blade take you. Do it right, and you'll become mine forever. Let the rope go... there you go! Grab, stroke, cum, die.

Mmmmm, and there's the sound of the blade. Fuck, my cunt is spasming!

Now, did the boy get himself off before he went bye-bye? Will his severed head be my next trophy? Hard to tell with the blood splash, but... well, let's take a look.