Cybele's Diary - page two

I tried to contact the author of part I but with no avail. I awfully 
desired to read the sequel of the story. How far would the cruel 
teens have gone in their lustful thirst of male blood? What about the 
«several ways» allowed by law for castrating a man to death? I 
couldn’t help waiting, so here is MY second part.
Unfortunately, english is not my first language, as it seems to be 
for the first author. So excuse my mistakes: I hope you enjoy anyway 
and care for the essence.

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Washington Square was a mess. Women of all ages were gathering from 
every corner of the city and pushing each other towards a wooden 
stage scarcely visible between the crowd.
Ms Wilson said: - Well girls, as you can see, this is not an easy 
trip. Please don’t go around or leave the group without permission: I 
assure you it could be very dangerous.
I and Ms Harris think that the show you’re about to attend is very 
important to develop your sense of justice and your knowledge of the 
new society in which you live. That’s why the local authorities have 
given us permission to be in the first row. Some guards will escort 
us there.
It was too wonderful to be real. I took April’s hand in mine without 
saying a word. Then we proceed among the crowd with the rest of the 
girls.

The women were shouting wildly. They were not angry: they were 
awfully horny. Some of them have taken their blouses off and their 
breasts were bouncing at the rhythm of exclamation like: - To the 
fire! To the fire! - Cut them off - Death to the rapist - etc. I 
could clearly smell their hornyness through the sweat of that warm 
late-spring day.

Once in front the stage, we were delighted by the view of five naked 
young men sobbing in five different cages. They surely felt like in 
ovens, with the sun heating the metal of their prisons. Though, they 
were trembling like leaves. Most of the girls knew them from school 
and teased them mockingly:
- Hey Bill, may I keep a little piece of yours after the show?
- John, we will miss you, and you will miss something, too!
The teachers had to work hard to keep the girls quiet.

One girl told me about Sarah, the petite blond of the second year, 
who was the official girlfriend of one of the boys. They said that 
she managed, after the sentence was read, to be alone with her lover 
and write her name on his erect penis. She meant, by that way, to be 
always with him.
April, hearing the story, asked me: - Do you think that they are 
going to make their penises erect for the execution? 
- I don’t know. It would be undoubtedly easier to cut them while they 
are hard. I’ve heard there are special techniques…
- Don’t tell me: my panties are sopping!

Suddenly, the crowd went silent. A woman had climbed on the stage and 
took the microphone.
- Good morning, ladies. I’m Jenny Adams and I’m happy to welcome you 
all to the execution of the men who raped and killed my daughter.
An applause came from the audience.
- As you may know, there is nothing worse for a mother than losing 
her daughter. - 
Pause.
- And - said the woman raising her voice - there is nothing better 
that punishing in the most hideous way these killers in front of you 
all, for revenge and, why not, for pleasure!
The crowd went wild with approval.

Ms Adams was now looking at the prisoners with a knowing smile on her 
face. She was quite young, likely in her early thirties, and wore 
only a tiny bikini, apparently to prevent any dress to be ruined by 
blood. Her blond figure was gentle, nothing like an executioner, but 
her eyes were full of a mixture of hate and passion.

The first man was extracted from his cage by two female guards and 
taken to the woman.
- For this guy I’ve chosen the old french way.
She showed us a penis-guillotine previously covered by a sheet. My 
God! A REAL penis-guillotine, like the ones I used to see on 
magazines while fingering myself in the bathroom!
The men’s wrists and ankles was secured in the bonds, while his penis 
and balls dangled in the hole. Ms Adams patted the boy’s ass: - Hey 
boy, what’s this pathetic dink? I want to cut the big thing you 
showed to my daughter!
Then she began to slowly masturbate the man. Still, he was too 
shocked, the poor thing, to perform an erection like he was expected 
to!
- Guess that this bastard is turned on rather by fresh meat, eh? So, 
we have plenty here! Who wants to volunteer from you girls?
We were obviously undecided. It was certainly a new experience for 
any of us.Then I saw Ms Harris talking to April. My friend was asking 
the teacher to allow her to be the helper of Jenny!

Here we are. Now April is licking the ear of the men while whispering 
to him cruel things that I can’t hear. With one hand she caresses the 
naked ass of the comdemed and with the other her own thighs. On the 
other side of the evil machine, Ms Adams licks and kisses the man’s 
cock. The stimulation is so skillful that his shaft begins to raise 
no matter of the fear of the man. He begs April to stop, as he knows 
that the full erection will cost him his life!
When Ms Adams stopped the fellatio, we girls could see a fully 
engorged penis, waiting to be harvested. Ms Adams untied a rope, the 
blade fell and... WHAK!!! the penis fell on the wood.
This was the worst part for him, since the woman had to wait for him 
to bleed to death. While he went pale from lack of blood, screaming 
in agony, one of the girls shouted to him: - How do ya fell, 
Robespierre? - Everyone was laughing histerically.