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I grew up in a small country that was carved out of
New England after the war. The war had decimated the male population, leaving the women with an overwhelming majority. They decided to form a new government with a bias towards keeping women in power. We are a monarchy, but not your usual monarchy. In our system, there is a king but the real power belongs to his eldest daughter. She is raised from birth to be the Minister of Population. The King handles foreign policy, women handle the rest. Even the King is responsible to his daughter, for you see that in our country no male other than the King is allowed to keep his sex organs for life. And the Minister of Population can even take those if she deems it necessary for the good of the country. The Founding Mothers of our country had recognized that they needed males for a variety of things. They needed them for reproduction. They needed them as a labor force. And they even needed them for companionship. But they wanted to make sure that males remained a minority and where controllable. So they set up a system of allocating us to proper roles and controlling our reproduction. Running this sytem was the responsibility of the Minister of Population. I was born in the usual way. My Mother applied for a conception license and was allocated a child-bearing slot. She went to a breeding farm and selected my father from amongst the stock. He spent a week at our home having sex with my mother, and was then returned to the farm. I was born 9 months later. No, I don't know my father. We never do. I was raised by my mother until the age of 16. We spend a lot of time learning about our role in society, and preparing to fullfill it. Until 16 we are in our Mother's care, but constantly evaluated by teachers and councilors. At 16 our fate is determined by the Population Board. We call it Graduation. It's graduation time for me. So what happens at 16? Well, there are four normal possibilities. If our evaluation indicates that we are good for physical labor then we are castrated and sent to a work farm. The laborers spend their entire lives in that pursuit. Their lives are boring and hard, and a fair number commit suicide after just a few years. A number of males are selected for breeding and are sent to the Breeding Farm. They will spend the time from their 16th to 18th birthday impregnating women. The third group are deemed too aggressive to be around women and are executed. Some think this third group is the luckiest, because they have the simplest fate. A quick death and its over. Normally castrations in our society are painless surgical affairs. But not always. The Breeders actually go through a fairly painful castration when their breeding days are over. They are then auctioned off to the highest bidder for lifelong companionship. The painful castration is supposed to teach us to not regret losing our balls, so that we make better companions. These castrations are performed by female sadists. And the rumor is that sometimes they take other males for castration and death, because there aren't enough breeders to keep them satisfied. There is one group subject to truely sadistic castration. If a child is fathered without obtaining a conception license, then the father is tortured to death in the most horrific ways possible. The Minister of Population or one of her personal assistants performs this act, and it is televised so that all males can learn a lesson. This may sound extreme, given that the women have all power over sex in our society. But its a way to teach young teenage boys, and their mothers, to control the boys behavior. It also balances the population, by removing the extra person created by illicit mating. I'd spent much of my 15th year of life worrying if I'd fathered a child. One day while I was to meet with a school councilor, a woman walked into the waiting area and told me to come with her. She took on a ride to a country house, where a somewhat familiar woman waited. At her insistence I spent the day fucking, and each time she would beg me to give her a baby. That really turned me on, but I prayed it was only bed talk. If I really gave her a baby, my life would be over. After she sent me away I spent 9 months in total mental agony. I was just waiting for the inevitable. When no one came for me after 11 months, concluded that I must not have gotten the mystery woman pregnant and finally relaxed. As I wait to hear my fate I am confused and scared. They seem to have pulled out the breeders and workers. But I can't believe that I've been deemed too aggressive. Well, at least I'm going to suffer a quick death! Finally a guard came for me. My confusion grew as I realized I was apparently not part of the aggressive group. I was taken to a conference room where another slightly familiar looking young woman and small child waited. The woman introduced herself as the Princess. I was in the company of the Minister of Population! Her next statement really shocked me. The child was her half-brother, and my son. I had impregnated the Queen! My fate raced through my mind. What was the fate of the the father of a bastard child of royalty? Would the royal family want mercy? Would they want a quiet death so they could sweep the scandel under the covers? The Princess explained that what they really wanted was to make an example of me. This would be my special Royal Graduation. I would be castrated and killed as fit my crime, but they would choose a particularly gruesome death. Being "Drawn and Quartered" was a particularly gruesome form of torture used to execute people in middle age England. It was designed to drive fear into the heart of anyone who would oppose the King. They would first hang the victim until he was almost dead. Although still alive, the victim was so far gone that they wouldn't feel what happened next. They were first castrated. Then they were cut open and their intestines drawn from their body. Their limbs were then cut off. Finally their torso was cut into four parts, with the executioner making sure to keep the victim alive as long as possible. No one would want to risk this fate. I fainted when the Princess explained that I would be Drawn and Quartered. When I came to I begged for mercy, but to no avail. My only solace was that my last thought would be of sex. For in our society hanging is considered cruel and unusual. The executioner would suffocate me with her body before continuing with the gruesome task. And in my case, the Princess was to be the executioner! A week later I was taken to a platform in the palace square. Television cameras were all around, and I could hear reporters telling the story of my crime and punishment. A crowd had gathered. I was strapped down tight on surgical table, my legs spread for easy access to my cock and balls. The Princess came out and the cameras started to roll. While one of the Princess' assistants explained the procedure, the Princess explained the smothering process to me. The Princess would sit over my face and press her pussy to me. I was to satisfy her orally. When she came, she would press down hard until I had blacked out. A few seconds later she would start cutting. If I stopped licking, she would start cutting. If I bit her, or in any way failed to perform as expected, she would just start cutting. Then an evil grin crossed her face as she told me a story I hadn't heard before. In England, sometimes they would botch the hanging and the victim would be concious for the entire gruesome proceedings. That was not something I cared to think about. Princess got up on the table facing my feet. In one hand was a knife. She showed it to me, and to the cameras. It was serrated, apparently to cause great pain. She then lowered her pussy to my lips and I started to eat. After a short time she had a massive orgasm, and after a few seconds pressed down to make sure she covered my mouth and nose. At the same time she stroked my penis. This excited me, and also caused me to gasp for more air. Every few seconds, just as I would start to lose conciousness, Princess would lift herself up just long enough for me to get some air. Neither the cameras or observers could see this slight motion. This continued for 10 minutes, long after I should have been unconcious and castrated. Instead, I was ready to cum. Princess must have realized this as her stroking increased in intensity and I felt the knife blade touch the base of my penis. I shot a load of cum and FELT the Princess cutting into my penis. The pain was intense, and the Princess pressed down on my mouth to muffle my screams. She had made sure I would feel every bit of the horror of being drawn and quartered.
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