Leon Aymard, the last prisoner, had watched the execution of the two previous sentences with horror. Like Henri, he was almost mad with fear, struggling desperately against the strong ropes binding him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silver bowl and the bloody genitals it held. He cried and babbled incessantly, obviously ready to do or say anything to keep his own manhood from joining the collection in the bowl. Listening, Chuck wished that his French was better, so he could understand what the youth was saying.

As the guards loosed his bonds and ripped off his shirt, a group of teenagers near the platform watched and burst into laughter. They clearly knew him, and were seemingly looking forward to his impending loss. Leon stared at his former schoolmates, and as he locked eyes with them his faced flushed red with shame and embarrassment. One of the girls blew him a kiss, cruelly. Leon began begging for mercy, his voice shrill, words babbling onto the uncaring ears of the guards and the merciless crowd.

As he looked wildly at his one-time friends, the guards unbuttoned and jerked down his course cotton pants. Unbound, his enormous penis sprang out, free and eager, already half-erect. He was the perfect image of a youthful, testosterone-saturated male, clearly the best-endowed of the three prisoners. The guards had saved the best – or at least, the biggest – for last.

Leon’s stiffening penis bobbed and trembled as it rose, pointing toward the watching and jeering school girls, and rising higher still. The girls giggled sadistically as they watched his final erection. Leon’s chest heaved; the veins of his arms and along the shaft of his penis bulged visibly as he struggled against the ropes that restrained him.

As two guards pushed him toward the centre of the platform where Doriane stood waiting, he whimpered with a new level of fear and intensity.

Doriane looked to the Governess, who gently touched her right forefinger to her mouth in a subtle gesture of command. In response, the cruel guard knelt down and took the young man’s erect penis into her mouth.

The irony of the situation could not escape Leon. It had been following a cunnilingus session with Doriane that he had been driven to near madness by raw animal lust, inducing his act of self-abuse. Now he would pay the ultimate price for that stolen moment of pleasure. The one-time recipient of his tongue was, at that moment, preparing him for a life without any possibility of such pleasure, ever again.

In the crowd, Chuck was bewildered by what he saw. He turned to Margot. “What … what’s happening now?”

“They do that with the most attractive males before sentence,” she replied. “One might say it is their reward for being beautiful.” Margot smiled at him, and then her gaze traveled down and fixed firmly on the bulging tent in the front of Chuck’s trousers.

“Are you certain you do not want a prostitute to help you?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“No … no, I will be fine”, he protested. The truth was that Chuck Carter was far from ‘fine.’ His level of arousal, and lust for release, was beginning to make him twitch, and his hands tremble. He began to fear he would do something terribly impulsive, embarrassing, and probably in violation of this strange village’s strict moral code.

“If you decide to take care of it yourself, there is a good chance that you will find yourself in the embrace of Madame Guillotine,” Margot said in an almost warning tone. “Solo masturbation is strongly discouraged in Voile.”

“Wh …why?” asked Carter, suddenly frightened. It seemed anything could happen in this strange town, and he wasn’t eager to add his manhood to the collection in the bowl.

“We try to encourage male-female unions. Solo masturbation is a selfish act, and betrays that ideal,” Margot explained. “All young men should learn and understand this, or suffer the consequences. It’s important and helps to build character.”

“I … I see,” Chuck replied, simultaneously aroused and anxious.

Margot suddenly looked at him with an intense but unreadable expression in her eyes, then openly stared again at his crotch. Abruptly, she asked “May I see your penis? I would like to see how hard you have become.”

Chuck was stunned and bewildered by the strange woman’s brazen question, but an odd intuition – as well as overwhelming arousal – overcame his normal inhibitions. She was an irresistibly sexy woman, with a hint of perverse cruelty – what kind of woman enjoyed watching penises being chopped off, after all? – and he was suddenly overcome with lust and desire to display himself to her. After all, around them at least a dozen penises were openly displayed and erect for all to see. Eagerly, Chuck unbuttoned his fly and his throbbing nine-inch member sprang forth, already nearly at full erection.

Margot watched, completely focused on his penis, as it stiffened and rose quickly to maximum altitude. Chuck’s heart was pounding incessantly and his penis felt like it might explode. Suddenly, Margot reached over and took it into her hand.

“You’re very large, are you not? I would estimate a nine-inch erection,” she whispered. “I accept nothing less than eight inches. Now, don’t say a word.” With that, she began to quietly masturbate him. Others in the crowd were oblivious to her action, lost in their own pleasures and in the excitement of the show. Above and behind them, groans and cries of delight could be heard, as the mouths of one prostitute after another were filled with the issue of their customers on the balconies.

Margot’s hand moved more rapidly upon Chuck’s erection. He looked down to see the large bulbous dome of his penis shining under the clearly experienced hand of the wondrous stranger.

“Watch the punishment,” she whispered. “This is the last one.”

Chuck looked up to see the guard still fellating the young man. The expression on the face of the youth suggested that he was about to orgasm – and at that moment, Doriane abruptly withdrew, cruelly leaving his unsatisfied cock twitching helplessly in the warm summer air.

Perhaps, Doriane had made a rare miscalculation – she had taken him too far. Abruptly, Leon groaned, his penis jerked upwards, and a jet of semen spurted out to strike his fellatrix squarely in the face. She didn’t seem upset or surprised, however, but quickly leaned forward and threw her mouth back onto his spurting erection, to capture and coax the remaining seed from his loins. The crowd laughed and cheered at the young man’s unexpected ejaculation.

When his violent spasms had largely diminished, Doriane backed away and licked her lips, savouring the flavour of his youthful, final spending.

Oh, what was a glorious punishment it would have been had she denied him, Chuck thought to himself. Did she do it on purpose? Or was it truly accidental?

Rapidly, the other guards tied off the base of Leon’s penis with a leather cord and opened the lunette. Chuck noticed there was no cord around the testicles, this time.

Margot continued stroking his eager cock as they watched the boy’s dripping erection – which showed no signs of flagging – being pushed into the hole through which two previous doomed members had made their one-way journey, never to return. Leon was so large it looked like he might not fit, but the guards finally pushed down hard on the upper lunette section and were able to latch it down. They pulled the wide leather strap tightly around his backside. Unlike the others, Leon’s testicles remained safely on the far side of the lunette.

“His offense is not so great,” explained Margot. “She” – here referring to Madame Guillotine, Chuck inferred – “she only takes his penis, not … not his balls. Cock only!” and with that she gave him a mischievous grin. She encircled the base of Chuck’s rigid penis with thumb and forefinger, clamping down with surprising strength, as if pretending to be the lunette gripping him tightly.

“Oowww,” complained Chuck, quite insincerely, and then laughed. He was incredibly aroused by the way this woman played with him. If she kept that up, he knew he would spend soon.

In the guillotine, Leon was thrashing and heaving, but constrained by the leather strap, so almost no motion was possible. He repeatedly tried to pull away, but his penis only moved a half-inch or so within the lunette.

Sylvie stepped forward again.

“This prisoner, Leon Aymard, sentenced to two years for multiple counts of exhibitionism and unwanted physical advances towards women, discovered in the act of masturbation whilst under the detention of the town of Voile is therefore sentenced … to surrender his penis to the guillotine!”

“Poor bastard,” muttered Chuck. The kid might be better off if they took his balls too, he thought. Imagine life with teenage lust, and no cock …

The drum roll started, and Leon’s eyes widened with horror. His thrusting motion became rapid and even more desperate. He jerked wildly, struggling and fighting frantically to withdraw his penis from the tight confines of the guillotine’s lunette. His continued thrashing generated some slack in his bindings, and Chuck could see that Leon had gained perhaps an inch of additional free motion. Of course, given the size of his erection, it was hopeless – eight inches, more or less, of iron-hard penis extended past the plane where the blade would fall. Leon’s frantic forward-and-back jerking continued unabated, however. It became apparent to the crowd that Leon was fucking the machine – thrusting into the tight confines of the lunette as the only, the ultimate, the final erotic sensations he would ever feel from his doomed member.

Doriane, her hand on the lever, paused, seeming to savour the moment. The desperate youth continued to thrust violently into the machine, in and out, oblivious to the crowd around him, the guards, and the iron blade above that was about to sever his source of lustful joy forever.

Suddenly, Leon’s mouth flew open and his eyes became glassy, unseeing. His involuntary moan was audible to all in the crowd, as the throes of climax began to swell again deep in his loins. He thrust forward violently, one last time, his hips pushing his penis deep into the machine, and he felt himself exploding with his second release. He pushed with everything he had, as if desperate to fertilize the guillotine itself. Just as his erection was in as far as it could go, Dorian pulled the cord, tripping the release, and the heavy slab of razor-sharp iron was unlatched.

As the blade began its journey, Leon’s enormous penis convulsed and reared higher. Abruptly he launched a long jet of semen high into the air, arcing out over the nearest onlookers and into the crowd. As the blade passed his contorted face, a second blob of semen shot out, then halted abruptly in mid-spurt – interrupted by the blade passing through his member – and an instant later resumed, with a spray of semen and blood from the aperture where his penis, a moment before, had proudly projected. His severed member at that instant was tumbling down end over end, falling toward the bowl with its bloody trophies from previous victims of the blade.

Margot turned and knelt, unable to contain her cruel passion, and took Chuck’s erection into her mouth. Her soft lips and snaking tongue swirled around his dripping manhood.

On stage, Leon’s body seemed oblivious to the missing sensations from his penis and – astonishing the crowd of onlookers – continued to launch sprays of semen, now mixed with blood, through the upper lunette hole. The crowd flew into frenzied applause and cheering at the spectacular fall of another penis.

Chuck stared at the empty hole where once Leon’s manhood had proudly stood. He felt Margo’s teeth rake up and down his shaft, her tongue slithering along its underside. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by his own imminent orgasm, coming on like a freight train.

As he looked down helplessly, he felt the thick lashings of hot, white seed shooting into Margot’s mouth. He tried to contain himself and stand steady, but the orgasm shook him as he gasped and trembled, oblivious to onlookers around them. He couldn’t have stopped it for anything in the world, so aroused was he and so delightful was the mouth of the beautiful stranger.

On the platform, Leon’s outpouring slowly diminished to a dribble, and his body sagged. The guards held him up as they unstrapped his bindings, and supported him as, dripping blood and semen, he wobbled unsteadily across the wooden floor.

Kneeling in front of Chuck, Margot slowed her pace in accordance with his abating climax, proficiently drawing the last of his seed, moaning delightfully as she did so. Tenderly, she sucked and licked him clean, taking in his last drops as he underwent the final spasms of orgasm. Finally she ceased and stood, carefully replacing his still-hard erection into his pants.

Margot took his hand into her own, and – raising the hem of her flowing dress – she guided his fingertips to her slippery, dripping sex. “You are not alone in your interest… can you feel what the guillotine does to me, also?” she asked.

Chuck gazed into her eyes and nodded, not sure what constituted a safe response in the strange town of Voile.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said quietly, into his ear. “As I said, I only take eight inches and larger, and you more than qualify. But I want you in me for a long time – not shooting off too soon, comprends-tu? That is why I gave you my mouth. Would you care to join me?”

“A-are you serious?” Chuck asked, almost in a delirium.

“As you might have guessed, I am aroused by punishments,” she replied. “The guillotine, executions, floggings. I become a true woman when I see such things...”

Inflamed with passion, Chuck interlinked his fingers with hers.

“My name is Margot,” she said. “Margot Collette.”

“It is a true pleasure to meet you, Margot. I am Chuck Carter,” he replied as she led him away, past the crowd.