THE FIRST CUT

throat slitting | m/f | handjob | footjob | execution | feet

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My phone buzzed in my pocket when I was bringing another girl to the execution room, my hands on her trembling shoulders, her head covered with a hood that blocked all vision.

It was a text from Emily. She wanted to show me something. I considered letting the girl swing first, but I decided to go right away, and bring the prisoner along.

The trembling girl I was leading was naked from the waist up, hands tied behind her back. I let her keep her jeans on for the time being, as it was getting slightly cold, and it was Emily’s prerogative not to let them suffer too much. Dying was difficult enough; we could at least make their time here slightly more comfortable.

The girl’s skin was dark brown, and her breasts were spotted with goosebumps, which made them firmer, feeling tense to the touch. She was not especially gifted in terms of size, but they fit neatly in my hands as I guided her along. She wore old gym sneakers with tight sports socks. If I remembered her file well, her name was Rita. An immigrant from Ukraine, something like that, the cells were filled with these girls so it became difficult to remember their names. Usually, only the prettiest ones got requested for videos, and the plain looking girls waited for buyers. And often, no one was interested in the plain ones, so I’d have to dispose of them to free up the rooms.

It would be easier if I could just kill them in bulk, herd a bunch of them together and do it fast, but Emily didn’t like that. She wanted everyone’s death to be a special moment to them, no matter who they were or how much money they were worth. To me, it felt like more work, but at least it paid well.

I brought Rita to the bleeding room, where throat cutting was usually done. It had its own gallows as well, but the floor had been carved away and fitted with drains for bodily fluids, and had rows of restraints to fit in a lot of people. I’ve never worked this one before. It was lit by white, industrial lighting, and the floor was made up of slippery tiles, like in a swimming pool. It even smelled like one, too, although the blood added more of a metallic tinge to it. The colorful tiles and walls really made this room feel more cozy than it should.

Emily was standing by a row of tied-up boys, each between twenty to thirty years old, though it was hard to tell exactly because Emily insisted on keeping their body hair shaved, which made them look younger than they were. They stood lined up against the wall, hands tied behind their backs, wrists pressed into the manacle slots sticking from the wall.

One thing I quickly learned about the boys that made it down here was, the stress and excitement of imminent death made them get hard very quickly, with not much stimulus required from me at all. Especially if they were naked. Sure, if they had to wait a long time for the gallows to free up, they’d start to lose their erections, but often all it took was me passing by, and they’d be on their way to fully up again. I always thought that was so cute.

“Morning, Lena,” Emily said. The boys all had their mouths taped up, but most of them were too focused on the fillet knife in her hand to notice me.

“Hello. You wanted to see me?”

“Sure, and who’s that?” Emily poked the girl I was leading on the stomach.

“I was just going to hang her. I think her name is… Rita?”

“Ah, I see. I remember now. It’s sad when no one picks them, but we’ll still make it a nice one for her, won’t we?”

“Sure. Want me to take care of it now?”

“In just a bit. I wanted to show you something first. Chain her up next to Tommy.”

Rita was trembling in my arms so much, I felt like she might collapse, but when I nudged her to the wall, she started moving. I turned her around, back to the wall, and clasped the manacles over her wrists. Seeing her small, scared breasts made me want to play with them, but I had to hold off on account of Emily.

The Asian boy chained next to Rita was already getting excited. It made me smile. I touched him down there with my cold hand, and felt him get bigger in my hand.

Emily laughed. “Isn’t that adorable?”

“Yeah. Even if they know what’s coming… they still can’t stop themselves. Men really are simple.”

“Yup. Check this out. This here is Aaron.” Emily got her fillet knife again, and approached one of the skinnier boys, then pressed the knife up to his throat. He froze, eyes half-closed… and down there, slowly, his penis started to rise. Emily leaned in and kissed him on the stomach, then on the tip of his penis. It kept going, twitched in response to her kiss. She grinned, and pulled the knife away. “When I have time, I like to make them come at least once before the big moment. I’m not saying you have to do that, too, it’s mostly my preference. But if you want to, it’s really easy. They’re so sensitive and twitchy, some of them will even come on their own, just from watching you work.”

I could see what she meant. Aaron was already fully hard, and she barely even touched him. When she saw me looking, she started to gently rub his penis with the back of her hand, as if dusting him off. He started to squirm from her touch. It was hard to believe such a gentle rub was enough to get this kind of reaction from him. His knees bent towards each other, and he grunted, breathing heavily. Emily stored her knife in the pocket of her apron again, and touched the tip of his penis with her other hand, then pointed it away from me, and finally gripped it with her entire hand, and started to move it up and down. She slid her other hand up his flat stomach, and spread her fingers out over his chest.

It took no more than a few seconds, and his penis started to jolt up towards the ceiling, and she backed away a full few steps from him to give me a better view, and she watched with shining eyes, both hands joined at her cheek and her eyes half-closed, she really looked proud to see him go wild. He was standing completely alone now, but his stomach tensed, and his penis kept pulsing up, without her help anymore, and a streak of fluid flew from the tip and splattered the tiles. His body squirmed to the side, and more white liquid poured from his penis, not as far this time, but it dripped on Emily’s apron and black-stockinged feet.

“Oh, geez,” she said, laughing. “You made a bit of a mess, but it’s okay,” she told him, and helped him finish by giving him a few more strokes. “All done? Sweet. I think you’re ready for the big moment. We shouldn’t delay that too much, you know it has to be done.” She unhooked his wrists from the wall, then nodded to me. “Lena?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to teach you how to slit a throat properly. Get someone you like and come with me, okay?”

“Sure.” I was going to get Rita, but I remembered I hadn’t checked if she used the toilet. “Uh, I think she hasn’t peed yet. Does it matter?”

“You can bring Tommy, I made sure he did everything.”

“Right.” I approached the Asian boy. He looked about twenty four or so, but reached only up to my arm. I was 5’7’’ though, so slightly tall for a girl. He started to struggle when I went for the manacles, but I showed him my flip knife, and he stopped. After that, he just let me walk him to Emily, no trouble. He was no longer hard, though. I guess the fear was stronger than excitement this time.

“Sweet,” Emily said, then gently but firmly forced Aaron to kneel by the drain. She wiped her foot on his leg, too, maybe just noticing a bit of his cum got on there. “So, Lena, you want to adjust these restraints and clamp them over their knees, like this, so their legs are spread open. You can lay them on their backs or just keep them kneeling, but I wouldn’t lay boys on their stomachs because it crushes their balls a little when they’re squirming, and blood loss takes a while. Here, I’ll demonstrate.”

He was already kneeling on the tiles, so she pulled his legs apart and tightened the straps that were attached to the execution spot. Then, she gently lowered his upper body onto a smooth block of wood. Each spot had a block like that. It kind of looked like he was ready for a beheading, but there was no guillotine here. She left him to wait there, and approached me. “You can put Tommy on his back.”

“All right. Down you go,” I told the boy, and tapped the back of his knees so that he’d lower them. He did. His hands tied behind his back didn’t look too comfortable, with him laying on the ground, crushing them, but then Emily lifted his ankles and raised his entire lower body, then nudged the wooden block over with her black-stockinged foot, and placed his butt up on the block. His hands weren’t being crushed anymore, and his shoulders and neck were flat on the ground, right by the drain. Quite clever.

I stretched out one of his legs and tightened it to the floor with a strap, so he couldn’t pull it back. Emily did the same.

“Sweet,” she said. “Now, before we cut their throats, I wanted to show you one last thing. Here, sit down.” She pulled the block from under Tommy’s butt, and lowered him to the ground. He twitched when he touched the cold tiles.

I sat on the wooden block as instructed. Tommy’s legs were spread open in front of me, his small penis flat against his stomach. It wasn’t completely flaccid, but definitely not hard. He must have been really scared.

“So,” Emily said. “Like I was telling you, I’d usually make them come once before I cut them, just to give them something to enjoy. It’s a scary experience, so I like to reward them for being brave.”

“Okay. You want me to do it?”

“I don’t want to force you, but if you’re willing, you can honestly even do it while you’re on the phone. Look.” She got down to one knee in front of me, and reached for one of my legs. “May I?”

It’s not like I could really refuse her. “Sure.”

She slipped my shoe off, and then the other, and she reached up my skirt. I gasped. For a moment, I expected her to start touching me, but she just pulled my thigh-high from my leg, and the other, and folded the socks neatly over my shoes.

She ran her hand over my painted toes, and grinned. “Purple? Not a bad choice. Here, play with him a little. If there’s a bunch of boys to be cut, I bring a book or just browse the internet on my phone. It’s relaxing, and it makes their deaths a little more special to them, so it’s really nothing to be ashamed of doing.”

I understood what she meant. My feet were cold, but I placed them over Tommy’s penis. I wasn’t really sure exactly what I was supposed to be doing, though, and I think Emily could see that.

She knelt by him and lifted my foot, then let some spit drip from her mouth over my toes, and she spread it neatly over my foot with her finger. I giggled, feeling embarrassed. She grinned, then kissed my heel, and I laughed again. She spread my toes, then curled them over Tommy’s penis, and placed my other foot over it, sideways. She gathered up more spit and let it fall on the tip of him. His small dick moved when the spit dribbled on it. She curled my feet over it on both sides, and made them move up and down.

“That’s fine,” she said. “Just wiggle your toes a little, it doesn’t really matter, it’s gonna take barely a minute anyway.”

I started to work on it, and indeed, he responded almost immediately, getting larger down there. It tickled me a little, but I bit my lip. His penis was really warm and soft, but as it started to grow to its full puny size, I could feel his body start to shiver a little, like random jolts of muscle. Even his butthole twitched when that happened. My feet were kind of stiff from the cold, but after a bit of a warmup, my toes started to flex more and managed to grip him pretty well.

Emily got out her phone and squatted beside me, then pulled up a website, and scrolled through a bunch of comments.

“What’s that?” I asked, still wiggling my toes.

“People have been talking about your first hanging. I thought you should see what they’re saying!”

“Really?” I glanced at the comments. “That’s so soon. It’s only been a couple of days since I arrived.”

“This entire compound is wired up with cameras, so anything we do here is broadcasted. It seems people liked you, so that makes me really proud.”

Anything was broadcasted? That made me slightly afraid. Would they be seeing me now, making this boy happy with my feet? “Well, I’m glad it’s positive, then. What are they saying?”

“Mostly feedback. They enjoyed the hanging, but might want to see something more. And they seemed to enjoy it when you played with Mary’s feet.”

“Huh.” I scrolled through the comments. Indeed, they seemed to know not only what happened during the hanging, but even before, when I arrived. “I see. I never expected such a positive reception, I guess.”

“I know, right!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. I was hoping people would like today’s executions, too, even if it was a little embarrassing.

Tommy’s leg muscles started to pulse and kick, his toes curled over the straps, and his body shuddered under my feet. “Oh,” I said. “Here he goes.” His penis started to flutter and tremble between my feet, and I felt it make a slight vibration, and it was as though something thin and wet touched my entire foot from tip to the heel, and seeped between my toes. I raised my foot. A few drops of cum slid to my heel, and dripped on the tiles. Tommy was still coming, even his balls moved a little, and I lifted his dick with the back of my other foot, and saw a white streak pour over my purple-painted toenails from his jolting, twitching dick. For such a small one, he really came just as much as the other boy.

I wasn’t too sold on the idea at first, but it did make me a little proud. I made him come without really even paying attention.

Emily had that dreamy expression again. “Lovely job. Here, I’ll wipe’em for you.” She watched Tommy finish his twitches, then left to grab a paper towel from a nearby table. I kept my wet feet above the floor, trying not to smear it on the ground. When I spread my toes, white lines stayed joined between them. It was a bit yucky, but then I saw the row of boys at the wall, all three of them hard, watching me. It made me smirk. I made eye contact with a boy in the middle of the row, then touched the sole of my foot and pulled back the hand. A white trail stayed connected to my finger. That boy was blushing, but fully hard. He looked like he was about to come himself. It really was so easy, and took no effort at all. I could feel my smirk getting wider, and the boy turned his head away, blushing even more. Maybe he was afraid I’d pick him next.

Honestly, I might.

Emily returned, and wiped my feet with the paper towel. She had that focused expression, like a maid dusting off a cupboard or something, and she got the paper in between my toes and really made sure I was dry.

“Thanks.” I grabbed my foot and smelled it. The smell of cum was still there, but I supposed it’d have to stay that way for a while. “So how do I proceed with them? I’ve never really cut a throat before.”

“First off, remember the gloves! There’s latex and nitrile if you’re allergic. You don’t want any blood to get on you, so keep safe.”

Emily brought a box of disposable gloves, and I grabbed a pair, then slid them on. “Okay.” The rubber felt uncomfortable and cold, but I flexed my fingers a few times. I still wouldn’t trust my grip on the knife like that. “What next?”

Emily slipped on her gloves. “Now we’re ready. I’ll do it first, it can be a little tricky, because they’ll start to squirm a lot when you do it.”

“Huh. How bad?” I put my thigh-highs on, and then the shoes.

“Well, it depends on the position you strap them in, really. When they’re kneeling, you want to grab them by the hair firmly, like that,” Emily approached the kneeling Aaron and sifted her fingers through his hair, then pulled his head back, exposing the neck. “Now, when you cut, you have to hold him like that for a while until he tires out, so he doesn’t make too much of a mess. After a while, you can just leave him to finish up on his own. Blood loss takes a bit longer than you’re used to, but you only need to stay with them for the first minute or so.”

“Okay,” I said, not completely convinced.

“When they’re on their backs, like your Tommy, just put your hand on their forehead, and keep them pinned to the floor like that for the first minute. You can touch them, you know, between their legs, to make them a little more relaxed, and help them feel like the time passes faster. This method is probably more stressful than hanging, but I think these boys are very brave. I’m sure they can handle it.” She kissed Aaron on the cheek, and slipped her fillet knife out of the pocket of her apron. “Will you be brave for me, honey?” She put the knife to his neck. “There, don’t be scared. I’ve done it many times, I know it’s tough, but you’ll get through it in no time.”

He tried to move his head away, but Emily was holding him firm by the hair. She was much stronger than she looked. “Hush, now.” She adjusted her grip on his hair. “It’ll sting a little, but I let you have some fun before, so now you have to be brave for me. You came and made my apron dirty, you know. In return, you have to be polite and try to hold still for a minute, honey. Okay? Here it comes.”

And with a practiced swipe, she drew the fillet knife through the width of his neck, and a splash of blood immediately hit the drain. His nose filled with snot, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, but Emily’s grip kept him from struggling away. She wiped the knife on her apron, pocketed it, then switched hands that were holding his head back over the drain, and with her free hand, she reached under his stomach, and wrapped her latex gloved hand around his penis. “Good boy. The worst is over now. Try to think about something nice, do you feel me touching you?”

His mouth was taped over, but a weak, struggling sound came through his nose, like the gasping of someone tired after running. Blood gushed from his throat in intervals, one intense splash followed by a smaller drip. Veins emerged on his forehead from the struggle, but Emily held his hair in her grasp, allowing no movement. She kissed his cheek again. Her other hand was playing with his penis, giving it quick strokes. His legs were spread to the sides as far as they could go and tied up tightly, and I could see his back start to squirm as he tried to rip at the restraints, his toes splayed in tension.

“Be a good boy,” Emily said. “Try not to move. Focus on my hand, okay? Focus on my touch. Isn’t it nice?”

His entire lower body was shivering. I peeked in behind him, and could see his asshole opening and closing from all the effort his body was going through. Emily’s latex glove was making a scrunching sound, like a plastic wrapper, as she was pleasuring the boy. I felt his hip with both my hands. The muscle was tensed, I couldn’t squeeze the leg. I touched one of his feet, and spread his toes wide. They looked so funny. I then moved my latex fingers over his inner thigh, then cupped his balls in the palm of my hand. I felt their warmth through the glove, felt them moving, shaking from Emily’s determined strokes. It made me laugh. I slid my finger up to his asshole, and spun it around in there. His entire body spasmed.

Emily was smiling. “That just got him over the edge, I think. Pass me that bucket.”

I saw a small plastic bucket on the ground, and brought it to Emily. “This?”

“Yeah. He’s about to come, so let’s not make too much of a mess.”

I understood, and squatted beside him, ready to hold the bucket up. Emily’s hand still clutched his hair, but I could see her getting tired.

“You can come now,” I told the boy, and rubbed his stomach. It was struggling, as if in heavy breaths.

“Hear that, Aaron?” Emily said, and rubbed her nose on his cheek. “Miss Lena wants you to come. You shouldn’t keep her waiting, right? Let’s do it nice and quickly, there are other boys waiting.” She adjusted her grip on his penis, and started to move her hand even faster. His eyes rolled back again, and his mouth started to drip with white foam despite the tape, I could see he was dying, but his body still responded to her touch. She pressed his penis down with her thumb, and aimed it at the ground, and I could see it start to pulse and wriggle in her palm. She laid her palm flat, and let it jump and twitch on her latex fingers. “Oh, my.” She had that proud expression again, eyes half-closed.

I raised the bucket just in time, and a spurt of liquid fired from the tip of him and spattered the plastic. Emily gently guided him not to miss. “Good boy.” Another streak fired, and another, small one. His dick was losing its strength, just as the boy’s body started to slow down.

I wiped him with a piece of the paper towel, and set aside the bucket. “What now?”

“I think he’s tired enough that we can let him finish on his own.” Emily leaned in and kissed the fingers of his tied-up hands, and nudged away the wooden block from under his chest. His head pulled down, Emily’s arm too tired to hold it straight anymore, and she slowly placed him on the tiles, bent his head to direct the dripping of blood into the drain. His eyes were glazed over by now, and his mouth was twitching, but I could see his chest still move up and down. It would take him a while to die, still.

Emily was rubbing her tired arm, and smiled. “Simple, right?” She touched his back along the spine, like petting an animal. “He‘s very brave. This method of execution is a bit more uncomfortable than hanging or beheading, that’s why I like to reward them for it. So, do you think you can finish up for me?”

I glanced at the Asian boy, with his legs spread open, as if inviting me to touch there. “Just him, or the rest at the wall, too?”

“Do him and Rita at the minimum, okay? We need the cells, we have some interesting girls coming in tomorrow.” She kneeled by Aaron, and pointed his penis at the bucket, and he started to pee, just a small trickle of urine. She was a real professional. I would have missed the spasms.

“Interesting girls?” I asked. “Anyone in particular?”

“Yeah! One turned herself in willingly. She said she wanted to convert us. A very delicate, cute religious girl.”

“Convert us?”

“I know, right?” Emily laughed, and set the bucket aside. “We should give her a special dance. But I’m a woman of my word, I promised we’d listen to what she has to say. You should visit her tomorrow, get her ready for the big moment. Okay? I have to run.”

“No problem. See you, Emily.”

She gave me a thumbs up, then got her latex gloves off and cast them in the bin on her way out.

And I was alone… and ordered to give these boys some pleasure before they died.

I approached Tommy and looked down at him. His wide, scared eyes looked back.

“You’re not expecting any more, are you? You already had your fun. This was the most attention a girl has ever given you, I’m pretty sure.”

I put his ass up on the wooden block, his spread legs facing out towards the other boys at the wall. His small dick was flat against his stomach, and I moved around and stepped in between his legs, then peered over his penis. Tommy could see me standing over him. I shook my head. “You’re not giving me a lot to work with here. This isn’t worth looking at, let alone being touched.” I leaned in, and blew some cold air on his dick and balls. His entire stomach moved, and I could see him watching me. “It’s not polite to stare.”

I was so close to his dick, he could feel me breathe air on it from my nose. His legs were spread in front of me, he was like an open flower, completely exposed. I placed a short kiss on his dick, and it started to grow. I lifted it in my fingers and kissed it again, it was like kissing something warm and soft. I lifted it in my fingers and put it in my mouth, and let my tongue glide over its tip, and it immediately began to jolt and flutter in my mouth. I pulled my head back and twisted his dick aside. Cum rained on the tiles, even as far as the other boy’s leg. “Aren’t you impatient? I’m afraid that’s the best you’re gonna get, then. It’s time for your moment.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and stepped over to his head.

His shoulders were lying on the tiles, neck right by the drain, face to the ceiling. I placed my palm over his forehead and pressed his head to the tiles, bent it slightly towards the drain. He started breathing really quickly, and his penis got smaller.

“Too scared to stay hard? I thought you wanted me to touch you while you’re bleeding? This will not be a fun time for you, if you’ve got nothing pleasurable to focus on. You should really reconsider.”

I pinched his nipple. His stomach jolted. I gripped his flaccid penis in my gloved hand, and tried to shake it a bit. “Hurry it up. I have better things to do with my time.”

It started to grow, but it wasn’t enough. I pinched his nose shut, and with his mouth taped, he had no way to breathe. He looked at me, tears pooled up in his eyes. I glanced at his dick… and it was rising, just as expected. “Finally.” I got my flip knife out of my pocket, and pressed the cold metal of the blade to his dick. It twitched. I removed the knife, and still holding his nose shut, I pressed the blade to his throat. “Close your eyes.”

He kept looking at me, shaking from fear.

“Close your eyes. If you want to get another orgasm, I can’t have a mutt like you looking at me. You should be glad that I’m willing to strangle you before you bleed out. Now close your eyes.”

And he closed his eyes, as tight as he could. I sighed, then adjusted my grip on his nose, so that my entire palm lay flat over his face, and his nose was pinched between the index and middle finger. Once I felt secure enough, I simply drew the knife over his throat. It dug in easily, and I just dragged it over, and the skin parted and blood started flowing into the drain. I set the knife aside, and glanced at his dick, fully hard, pointing up at the ceiling as if wanting to be touched. I was under no obligation to do it, but it was so small and sad, I just let the tip of my index finger poke it. It moved. I gripped it with the tips of my fingers and lifted it up. I could feel his face muscles starting to spasm from asphyxiation, and at the other end, his small feet spread all of his toes wide, in all directions.

I exhaled, shaking my head. He was dying in such a pathetic way, he really didn’t deserve all that effort, but I did promise Emily to do a good job. “All right, come already. You’re not gonna make me rub it, are you?”

He was so close to dying, I probably had to give him a few strokes before it’s too late. I’m pretty sure this was the hardest he’s ever been, too, his dick almost looked normal sized by now. I gave it a few lazy strokes, and it started to jump and bounce in my hand immediately. It caught me by surprise, and before I could react, a wire of liquid shot from the tip, splattering my face and cheek, the wetness getting in my eye and ear. He spurted again, all over his stomach, chest, his own face, and both my hands. I closed my right eye, shuddering in disgust, and bent his dick away. The rest of the liquid went on the tiles.

“You goddamn animal.” I let go of his nose, and he took a sharp breath, his wet chest rising. “There’s no way I’m letting you die so quickly after this.”

The paper towel was too far for me to get it without letting go of his head. I knew he’d start thrashing about and spilling blood everywhere like the scared animal he was, so I had to wait until he slowed down a bit. I wiped my cheek on my shoulder in the meantime, but I could still feel some wetness on my eyelid. “Die already. You think you’re the only boy in here?”

He started to get that white foam coming from under the tape on his mouth. Maybe I could let go of him soon. I glanced at the other boy, and saw that his legs were still moving. This was really taking a long time. I sighed, then checked my phone for the time, and just as I did that, Tommy’s little dick started pulsing again, and another spurt went all over his stomach and chest. Not strong enough to reach me this time. “Again, huh? You’ve got some nerve.”

I waited a few more moments, then finally let go of him. He had no more muscle strength to move his head and neck, so I left him there to bleed, and moved to the bathroom to wash my face. My hair was long on one side and shaved on the other, and of course, he managed to come on the part that wasn’t shaved. I rinsed it off as best I could in the sink, and the flowing water gave me an idea; I wondered how a drowning would look. It’d have to be quicker than all that bleeding business, right? Just fill a tub, tie someone up, and put them under. Though it could be a mess to mop up later.

I returned to the cutting room. Aaron was looking dead enough to me so far, and Tommy had piss all over his stomach, and another surprise waiting for me underneath his lower body. I would have to clean all of it up, including the wooden block, and he wasn’t even dead yet. Ugh.

The two boys next to Rita were looking at me. When I approached, one of them got hard. “Looks like someone’s eager to be next.”

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