The Future

THE FUTURE

By C

PART II

CHAPTER 24

                            

       The Supreme Commander stared transfixed at Tom. She knew he was dead yet he continued to stand as though nothing had happened. To her, it seemed that minutes passed, but, in reality, it had been only moments when his legs buckled, and he fell backward - hitting the floor with a loud thud combined with a slapping sound of bare flesh striking the hardwood surface. His tied feet were trapped beneath his buttocks, forcing bent knees to spread wide, and this, along with his lashed hands also behind him, forced his pelvis to arch upward. The position gave the appearance of putting aside all modesty and straining to lift his exposed manhood as high as possible to be better viewed by an audience comprised of members of the opposite sex.

       The excitement the Supreme Commander had been experiencing surged even higher as she looked at Tom laying in such a degrading manner. She knew the depth his extreme shyness and modesty had been, and seeing him lying in such a revealing and humiliating position only served to enhance the magnitude of what she had done. She was so filled with heightened emotions that she was unaware that not only was her exhilaration genuine, but it went far beyond anything she thought possible to pretend.

       She had felt this same excitement on the night of visualizing slaying her husband, which she had later dismissed as merely the result of severe stress and fatigue. Afterward, it never crossed her mind as being possible that such feelings could occur from taking a human life for real - the life of anyone - to say nothing of someone she not only knew but felt compassion.

       In her vision, she had pictured her husband starting to jerk almost immediately and had expected Tom to do the same. But, instead, he lay motionless and she once again felt a wave of concern. Had the experts been wrong? Having his lifeless body humiliate itself in a manner they predicted was a key element, and much could be lost if failed to occur.

       She had almost given up hope when Tom's body gave a sudden and violent heave. Again, what seemed to have been minutes had been only moments. Tom's hands and feet being tied and trapped beneath him restricted movement so that only his pelvis was able to thrust upward, and, when it did, it caused his penis to fly up with such force that it made a slap upon hitting his abdomen. The limp shaft then bounced and flopped back over his scrotum as his body descended only to be repeated as another violent spasm caused his pelvis to thrust up once again - and again - and again.

       As had happened in the vision, the Supreme Commander found herself staring transfixed at the activity taking place and, as had also happened, she became so caught up that the body before her lost its identity. She no longer thought of either whom it had been or any compassion she held. Her only thoughts had been of looking at a man's sex organs of impressive size that were flailing wildly before her in a manner that appeared almost frantic - and she had been the cause.

       Her attention became so focused that, in the same manner as had occurred in her vision, she began to take in minute details of the activity taking place. It wasn't in slow motion as she had previously imagined, but the effect was almost the same. She had fleeting but vivid images being registered - the flared shape of the head as it rose and pointed the tip at her - the v-shaped apex and loose fold of skin coming into view as the head continued to rise - the oval shapes of twin bulges being clearly outlined in the scrotum as they also rose to stretch the skin upon reaching the upper limit - the full length the underside of the penis being revealed as it landed in pubic hair - the heaviness with which the thick shaft bounced upward - the curve it took as the head appeared to bow toward her in defeat as it started back down - and much, much, more.

       She became so engrossed from staring at Tom's trashing genitals that she had been unaware of yet another emotion breaking free within her. What had, up to this point, been a feeling of resentment toward males surged into open hostility – not toward just some - but all. Nothing else seemed to matter except that she had personally caused the sex organs on a male body to openly humiliate themselves not only before her but before millions upon millions of her fellow sisters.

       Identity did not matter. Age did not matter. All that mattered was that this was a male and males had been the cause of immense pain and suffering that women, throughout the ages, had been forced to endure. And now, because of a her, practically every woman in the world was seeing the ease which one of their own, a female, had defeated a much larger muscular male body and forced that which was the very symbol of what it was to ridicule itself before their very eyes. She found herself feeling what she had predicted for others but never dreamed would actually happen to her. She felt she had struck a decisive blow and, in so doing, had gained a great victory - not only for herself - but for all womankind.

       A feeling of triumphant pride surged through her and caused the exhilaration and excitement to reach almost utopian heights. They became so overwhelming that she was unaware of other emotions having also awakened - emotions that were purely sexual in nature. She continued to stare with mesmerized exuberance and fascination at Tom's jerking body and the antics taking place between his widespread legs.

       Once again, time seemed much longer than had actually transpired when the intensity of his spasms began to subside and continued to decrease until he lay still except for twitching a few times - but even this slight movement caused his limp penis to jiggle. Then, as though reaching down for a final effort, he heaved once again while giving a violent tremor. After that, all movement ceased, and his body lay as it had first fallen with bent knees widespread and pelvis arching upward - giving the appearance of offering up his manhood in tribute to that which had proven far superior.

       The Supreme Commander's exhilaration reached the point to where she was almost in a daze as she laid the bow on the table, picked up a large knife, walked over to stand next to the left side of Tom’s arched body, and looked down in triumph. Her gaze wandered over him briefly and then, in a manner appearing to be utter disdain, put a foot on his hip and shoved him on his side – his penis and scrotum hanging sideways toward the floor.

       The wound in Tom's chest had bled very little, but the same could not be said for the one in his back. The upper part was covered with blood as was the once gleaming steel point of the arrow and the part of the shaft that had exited below his left shoulder blade. It had broken when he fell and took little effort to snap off and toss casually to one side. She sliced through the ropes that bound his hands and feet, lifted his left arm from behind his back, and let it drop to his front where if fell with a thud. She then kicked his bent left leg out straight, stepped over to his front, again put a foot on his hip, and shoved.

       Tom's body rolled on its back with such force that his left arm flew outward and his penis flopped to the opposite side and then rolled down beside his scrotum. The Supreme Commander continued to treat him with disdain as she used her feet to move arms and legs wide apart. She then stepped back and, with feelings of immense excitement and pride, surveyed him lying naked, lifeless, and spread-eagled before her.

      She stepped between his legs and, using the toe of her right shoe, jiggled his scrotum. Next, still using her toe, she lifted the head of his penis until it pointed its flared shape directly at her. She then flipped it upward and uttered a mocking laugh as the limp shaft bounced in the thick triangle of hair and rolled sideways. The docile response caused another wave of triumph and exhilaration to surge through her, and it was with reluctance that she walked away to again stand next to the table.

  

       Two women assistants came up, and one put a foot on Tom's chest and pulled out what remained of the arrow. She and the other woman then each picked up an ankle and started dragging him toward the row of large tables with his arms trailing behind - leaving a red smear on the floor. His open eyes appeared to gaze uncaring at the ceiling high above.

       As Tom's body was being dragged unceremoniously across the floor, two other women removed the cover from one of the large tables and from the smaller one next to it. If there had been any remaining doubt in the audience as to the purpose the tables would serve it was quickly dispelled. The large one was made of heavy wood with a stainless steel trough running around the outside edge. The adjoining table held an array of items including a rack of knives of varying size, a large meat cleaver, a fine tooth saw, and an assortment of stainless steel bowls and trays. A large bin on wheels had been rolled out, and a layer of crushed ice in the bottom made it obvious what it was intended to hold. In fact, the only item whose purpose had not been immediately obvious was a round, metal container capped with a lid that had a handle in the center. The container was not large enough to hold anything of appreciable size or quantity, and it was not surprising that it received little notice.

       The Supreme Commander's feelings of exhilaration and pride had continued unabated as she watched Tom's body being drug away leaving a telltale trail of blood. She knew that she had been highly successful in projecting the image desired, and it had not been necessary to even think about trying to pretend. Not only had her actions and emotions been genuine, but they had occurred almost spontaneously without giving them conscious thought. It had been of such magnitude that she felt confident they would stay with her. In fact, she was looking forward to continuing with almost trembling expectations.

       Until the time came to resume, however, she was left with nothing to do. The idleness gave her a chance to reflect, and a sudden realization came that brought her up short. The sole purpose for everything she had done was aimed at achieving one, and only one, crucial goal - to demonstrate to the female public, throughout the world, what was going to be done in a manner that would start the beginnings of a momentum - a momentum that would build and lead to open acceptance rather than remorse and guilt. If this vital goal was not reached then her emotions being genuine and going far beyond what she thought possible would be of no value. And yet, she had been so caught up in her excitement that she had hardly noticed in what manner the audience had reacted.

       Her only awareness had been that, for the most part, there had been very little vocal response beyond a combined gasp as the arrow plunged through Tom's chest, and a startled cry of surprise when his body, although lifeless, started to jerk - something obviously unexpected. But, beyond this, she had little awareness of what the response had been, and she found it almost beyond comprehension to realize she had been so focused on Tom, primarily between his legs, that she had not even glanced in the direction of the stands. And this at what had probably been the most crucial time of all. For all she knew, the faces in the audience might, at that very moment, be displaying looks of revulsion.

       The thought of this prospect had an immediate and sobering effect on the Supreme Commander. An almost overpowering urge to look up quickly and study women's faces seized her, but, not wanting to appear overly anxious, she forced herself to wait a few moments. She then raised her head in a casual manner that gave an appearance of merely glancing around.

       She was immediately gratified by what she saw. Not only had she been unable to see any sign of revulsion, but the looks of shock and anxiety that had been so prevalent a short while before appeared to no longer be present. She could not be sure, however, since only the lower part of faces was visible. All of the women had binoculars raised and were aiming them in the same direction. It was obvious that the object receiving their combined attention was Tom's lifeless naked body.

       She studied the audience more closely, and it seemed that most of the women's mouths appeared to have expressions of being somewhat confused - but this could only be expected. They would almost surely be having difficulty in comprehending why someone so young had been chosen to be slain - to say nothing of the lighthearted manner she had striped him, taken his life, and then openly taunted and ridiculed his body in general and sex organs in particular. But, of primary importance, she did not see a single expression that indicated concern or compassion being directed toward the youthful victim or of disprovable at the degrading manner in which he had been treated. In fact, although she found it to be far more than she could possibly hope, the women gave the appearance of primarily being curious as to what would come next.

       The Supreme Commander had not been mistaken in her assessment. In fact, her only fault was in misreading the extent. The audience had not only responded as desired but had done so in a manner greatly exceeding the most optimistic predictions. But even when the full extent would later become known the true reason for the remarkable success would never cross her mind. As had always been her way, she would find it beyond her ability to contemplate the cause being due primarily to her influence. But, regardless of her modest outlook, woman, throughout the world, held the same deep admiration and unquestioned trust in their leader as had the members of the Summit. They placed total and complete faith in both her words and actions and accepted each without question.

       The enormity of the food crisis was accepted – because it had come from her. The horrors of the catastrophic nightmare that would overwhelm them if nothing were done was believed - because it had been described by her. When told that their one and only hope for survival was for men to be slain for food it was believed – because it had been stated by her. When hearing that it was men, not themselves, that must bear full blame for this drastic action being taken it was not questioned - because it had been said by her. When she called upon them to accept what they were about to see taking place and, in so doing, not hold back natural emotions they did so - because it had been requested by her. When they saw a young man being brought out and then slain they wondered why it was someone this age but did not question there being a valid reason - because he had been slain by her. When they saw her openly laugh while playfully taunting and ridiculing his body and genitals they were somewhat surprised but accepted it as being nothing improper - because it had been done by her.

       It had been because of this unyielding faith and trust that not only those in the arena, but women, throughout the world, watching the televised broadcast found themselves beginning to overcome the profound shock they had received upon learning of the crisis when they saw it being demonstrated that a way had indeed been found for them to survive - a way in which there could be nothing wrong - because it was being demonstrated by her. The confident yet lighthearted manner of her actions had succeeded in having a calming effect upon them that subconsciously allowed many emotions to begin to stir - including those of pleasure, enjoyment and excitement which, due to the suddenness that everything had occurred, they had not even been aware at the time. That unawareness, however, would be short-lived.

       The Supreme Commander's brief survey did not reveal the full extent, but it had nevertheless shown her far more than she could have possibly hoped to achieve in such a short time. She had seen nothing that indicated any of the women showing signs of getting caught up in a spellbound manner by what had taken place, but that could hardly be expected with the surprising and startling nature of what had been thrust upon them with such suddenness. But.., the main thing was that none appeared to be distressed. In fact, they looked to be quite calm considering the circumstances.

       She had been about to return her gaze to Tom's body when she suddenly took note of a large bosomed women wearing a tight sweater. It was not the woman's ample breasts however, that caught her attention - it was a quite noticeable bulge at the center of each mound. A thrill went through the Supreme Commander, and it was with difficulty that she maintained her casual manner as she sought out other women wearing tight fitting tops. In every case the results had been the same - all had unmistakable bulges of erect nipples.

       The outward manner of these women indicated having no awareness of sexual excitement, but something in their subconscious had obviously been aroused. Surely, such emotions, even in the subconscious, would have been suppressed if they had felt anguish or rejection from what they had seen. And, if this was true for those she had seen were wearing tight clothing it must be the same for the majority of those that were not.

       A wave of exhilarating relief passed through the Supreme Commander. If the subconscious of so many women had already found the freedom to respond in such a manner from what was only the beginning then it would not be long until their conscious minds were able to do the same. And, when this happened, the open acceptance and enthusiasm that would be so crucial for their welfare would indeed become reality. A warm smile of compassion for their well-being came on her face as she looked away and then, because of the attention she had been giving to other women's breasts, it was only natural that she glanced at her own.

       She was taken aback when she saw that not only were her nipples also erect, but with the tightness of her sweater and wearing nothing underneath, the bulges stood out with extreme prominence. She felt her cheeks begin to burn but quickly fought to gain control. Showing embarrassment was something she simply could not afford, and she also realized that, regardless of how self-conscious it might make her feel, for the outline of her nipples to be seen in such an obvious state would enhance the very image she desired to project. She managed to put the feelings of chagrin out of her mind by thinking about what lay ahead.

       She returned her attention to Tom and saw that his body had been lifted by one of the hoist and was hanging upside-down - suspended from a rope tied around his left ankle. His out-flung arms dangled down and his free leg, bent back at the knee, hung outward which again gave an appearance of desiring to spread his legs to better put on display that which hung between. She was again reminded of the extent that his innocence and bashfulness had been, and she smiled to herself at the unrestricted view he was offering to the eyes of over two hundred and fifty million women.

       His body revolved slowly which caused the overhead lights to reflect from his bare flesh as it turned. His open eyes, sweeping across the sea of female faces, gave him the appearance of being awake but uncaring of the frontal view being presented. A frontal view that, as it continued to turn, was giving every member of the audience an opportunity to use binoculars and study every detail of the underside of his penis hanging down on pubic hair and the oval outlines in his scrotum.

       The Supreme Commander was struck with the thought that Tom's exposed manhood, dangling upside down in this manner, was not only highly degrading but gave the appearance of humbling themselves before members of the opposite sex - a sex that had proven itself superior. The impression served to rekindle the excitement and pride that had been temporally interrupted by attention given to the audience.

       A trail of blood ran from the hole in Tom's left breast to his shoulder and then down his arm where it joined another coming from the wound in his back. The combined flow dripped from his hand to fall in a pool that had begun to form on the floor. A trickle of blood was also oozing from the left corner of his partially open mouth and ran diagonally across his cheek to his ear where it dripped from the lobe. The sight of blood flowing from his body served to further enhance just how total her triumph over him had been. It added to a growing excitement that was once again rapidly reaching a state of exhilaration, and she found herself tingling with anticipation for what still lay ahead.

       The motor on the hoist began to whine, and it started moving on the monorail. When Tom's body was over the uncovered table it began to descend, and two women walked up and guided him until he lay on his back. They removed the rope from his ankle and pulled his arms and legs apart until he was once again spread-eagled. They then departed leaving him and the woman that taken his life the only ones on the floor.

       The Supreme Commander deliberately refrained from looking between Tom's legs as she walked up to the table. She would be doing far more than merely looking in a few minutes, and the awareness created a tantalizing desire to make the wait as suspenseful as possible. She gazed instead into his familiar but now lifeless face. During the past two weeks while being filled with uncertainty and concern, it had been in thinking of the arrival of this moment that she had felt would bring the greatest sadness and pain. But, no such emotions materialized. In fact, she found that Tom being someone she had known and felt a fondness had brought forth a strange sensation of unreality and fascination which resulted in adding a highly pleasing aspect to her already intense excitement.

       His open eyes gave an eerie appearance of having awareness in spite of their blank gaze, and, in remembering how remarkably expressive they had been in showing emotion, she found herself half expecting them to acknowledge her presence. But they continued to stare blankly upward, and she found difficulty in comprehending their extreme sensitivity which she had come to know so well could, in a single instant, have vanished forever from a simple act performed by her with such ease. The realization that such had indeed been the case caused her excitement to surge even higher.

       She reached out and rolled Tom's head until he appeared to be gazing directly at her and, again, felt strange in him showing no recognition. It was a far cry from how he had beamed with pleasure upon seeing her that morning. The remembrance of that earlier meeting made it hard to look at him now and realize that only a few short hours had passed since they chatted pleasantly with him expressing profound relief and joy upon learning the girl he loved was alive. The Supreme Commander ran her fingers lightly over the contours of his face, and the thought came to her of how he had hastily jumped to his feet and stammered an apology for taking up her time when told that she had to leave because of a busy day ahead. Little did he realize what that busy day held in store.

       She was in an almost trance-like daze when her fingers left Tom's face, traveled to his chest where she ran them through the curly hair, and then lightly brushed the nipple of his right breast back and forth. She felt a strange sensation at performing this act of intimacy, but it was nothing compared to the intimacy that was soon to come. A tingling of excited anticipation began to build as she continued downward, paused briefly to explore his navel, and then her hand began to tremble as it resumed its journey and came to the flatness of his lower abdomen.

       The Supreme Commander had never touched a man's sex organs other than her husband. In fact, she had had only a few other opportunities which came at the time of the war when women first started using men’s slain bodies for food. On these occasions, she had felt highly self-conscious and embarrassment to such a degree that she had refrained from even looking any more than necessary between the legs of dead soldiers whose bodies she had cut pieces of flesh and internal organs from. All of this happened before the delicious qualities of male genitals became known, and well after the time that heavy duties had forced her to let other women both provide and cook her meals. It was for this reason that the few penises and testicles she had eaten had been cut-off and cooked by others, and her only contact, other than her mouth, had been with a knife and fork. On these occasions, she had indeed found herself feeling a strange type of excitement, but had attributed it to nothing more to enjoying a supreme, even if somewhat unusual, delicacy rather than becoming aroused while eating an unknown man’s cooked sex organs. But the prior unwillingness she had place upon herself would now come to an end in a highly dramatic way, and the realization that the moment was almost at hand had been the cause for her trembling excitement. It was only with difficulty that she made herself resist the urge to rush and, instead, proceed with tantalizing slowness.

       She kept her gaze diverted until her hand reached Tom's pubic hair. When she had looked at him laying on floor and then hanging from the hoist her primary attention had been almost instinctively directed between his legs and, in so doing, had noted many features. But, she had not had the opportunity to examine in close detail - until now. Holding her breath and tingling with anticipation she shifted her gaze, and Tom's dark, triangular, patch seemed to spring at her as did the sight of his thick limp penis appearing to sprout from the bushy thatch and laying curved in the opposite direction - leaving his scrotum in full view.

       Her excitement seemed to almost explode when she ran her fingers through the coarse hair and gently tugged several times. Then, moving her hand to his inner thigh, she let it rest momentarily while shifting her attention to his scrotum. She felt almost lightheaded as she slowly moved her fingers out over the pouch of loose skin and felt its softness while gently stroking the prominent bulges. She then reached underneath and jiggled his testicles before cupping them and rolling them back and forth. She had almost forgotten the firmness and feel of these oval shaped male glands and how their slick surface would cause them to slip away if not held firm.

       Squeezing Tom's testicles reminded her how extremely sensitive to pain this part of a man's body was. (During her marriage, she had often marveled at how even the slightest pressure to her husband's would cause him to twist and groan. On occasions, she would yield to a mischievous urge to squeeze fairly hard which would make him instantly buck and cry out. And, in spite of her love for him, she had found a certain degree of excitement in the ease she could cause such a reaction in a male body by merely applying pressure with one hand.) On an impulse, she squeezed with all her might which, if still alive, would have forced Tom to utter a cry of intense agony. His remaining silent and unmoving only served to further demonstrate the magnitude to which his body had been vanquished.

       She continued to cup Tom's scrotum and absently rolled his testicles about as she shifted her gaze to his penis lying on its side. Her eyes flashed with excitement and her partially open mouth registered an expression of longing as she began to study every detail. In the first meeting she had had with Tom it had not taken long to discover his extreme, almost childlike, shyness. It had been of such extent to make it obvious that he not only had never engaged in any type of sexual activity, but there was little doubt, with the exception of being cleaned as an infant, that his penis had never been touched by a female hand - to say nothing of being fondled and examined.

       But, that was about to change, and it would be in a way that, even though no longer alive, it would, to some extent, lose its innocence. And, for her, it would not only be something she had not done for many years, but would be only the second male body she would come to know in this manner. This time, however, there would be a major difference that would go beyond the extraordinary circumstances under which it would occur.

       She had not been intimate with her husband until after marriage. But Tom, at best, had been a casual acquaintance. Their total time together had been less than two hours and, although their talks had been friendly, there had been a formality about them – a formality that came from her being a person of high authority and obviously in charge. At no time did their discussion touch on anything sexual. In this regard, Tom was no different than what a total stranger would have been. But now, she was about to explore that of him which was the most intimate of his very being.

       If this was not enough, there was even more that would be vastly different. Even after marriage it had been only gradually that she managed to overcome her shyness, but now, she found herself experiencing no shyness whatsoever. In fact, she felt a boldness she had never known which was creating extreme excitement and anticipation. It was of such magnitude that she knew it would have been present if the body before her had indeed been a total stranger, but the casual and somewhat formal manner of her acquaintance with Tom made the awareness that she was on the verge of knowing him in this manner had caused her excitement and anticipation being far greater.

       Her fingers trembled as they slowly slid from Tom's scrotum and began to lightly run along the limp shaft. One thing she hadn't forgotten was how remarkably smooth and soft this part of a man's body was, and she thrilled at knowing the feel once again while, almost lovingly, exploring its entire length. Upon reaching the end, she ran the tips of her fingers around the flared ridge and then over the rounded head itself whose remarkable features made it obvious of having been formed in this shape to serve but one purpose - a purpose which it had never been given an opportunity to fulfill - and now - never would. After stroking the smooth contours of a velvety texture that was even softer than the shaft, she continued underneath, pinched the loose fold of skin and used it to pull the penis upright, stretch it tight, and then bend and turn it in all directions while closely studying every detail.

       The Supreme Commander's excitement reached such a height that she had hardly been aware of her surroundings as she closed her hand around the shaft and squeezed - thrilling at the feel of the yielding, spongy, texture while noting with pleasure that the pressure caused the head to swell which resulted in making the ridge even more pronounced. She ran the side of her thumb lightly back and forth over the v-shaped apex at the base and the fold of skin she had pulled on moments before. She knew that no other part of the male body was as sensitive to the touch as was this particular area. Whenever she had done this to her husband his penis would become rigid to the fullest extent and twitch and jerk at the slightest touch. She felt a sudden longing that Tom's could somehow have responded in the same manner so that she could see it erect and feel the firmness. But that, of course, was something of which he was no longer capable.

       She had never known an excitement and exhilaration anywhere near to what was surging within her. A variety of heightened emotions had been present that included triumph, pride, and a strange but pleasing feeling of fascinating unreality at having the bashful young man she had come to know lay naked, spread-eagled, and lifeless on his back as she openly fondled and examined every detail of his impressive endowment. But the emotions that had, by far, been the strongest had been purely sexual, and, this time, the extreme height of the others did not prevent from knowing them for exactly what they were. It would have been extremely difficult, however, for her not to have been aware of this when she was feeling a strong urge to lean over and take Tom's penis in her mouth.

       She did not bother to question how erotic desires could have been aroused within her to such extent by the nakedness of a young man almost half her age - a young man of total innocence whose still warm body had been slain by her hand - a young man to whom she had talked in a pleasant and happy manner only hours before with her heart going out to him with sadness and compassion. Such questions might come later but, at the time, she only knew of wanting to once again enjoy the exhilarating pleasure of experiencing the awaking of yearnings that had lain dormant for many, many, years.

       With her excitement surging to almost unbelievable heights, it was with difficulty that the Supreme Commander managed to remember that she must not allow herself to get carried away. It was crucial to display an appearance of being in control at all times. She must, at least within reason, follow the procedure that had been carefully planned. It was for this reason that she was able to resist performing any oral activity.

       She took the head of Tom's penis and lifted it until its flared shape pointed directly at her. She studied the closed hole for a moment and then, placing a thumb on one side and forefinger on the other, forced it to gape open - allowing her to look into the moist interior. Then, releasing the pressure but continuing to hold the penis upright, she tried to balance it, turned it loose, and watched the thick shaft drop immediately to fall over the scrotum. She repeated the maneuver several times and, as she watched it flop in this manner landing in different directions, found herself once again, after many years, marveling at such extraordinary limpness.

       She giggled, glanced mischievously at Tom's face and thought, "If asked, he would never have come close to guessing what lay ahead. What if I had told him truth?" An image came of Tom sitting before her as they reached the conclusion of their meeting and of herself looking at her watch and saying - "I'm afraid I have to go Tom. I have a busy day ahead, but, I'll be seeing you again later on. You see.., a few hours from now you and I will be together on the floor of a large indoor arena in front of an audience of thousands of women. The only thing you will have on will be a towel around your waist which I'm going to yank off so we can all see what you look like without any clothes on. Oh..! A whole lot of other women will be watching on television also – something over two hundred and fifty million to be exact."

       "I know this will embarrass you a great deal, but don't worry, it will last for only a few minutes - after that, it want bother you at all because you'll no longer be alive. You see, right after I strip you naked I'm going to shoot an arrow through your heart. And, after you're dead, I'm going to play with your dick and nuts and make fun of them."

      He would not have believed a word of it, of course, but merely hearing her talk in such a manner would have been a profound shock. Now that it had actually occurred, there was, of course, no reaction from him at all, but it felt strange to see him laying naked and spread-eagled on his back with his open eyes appearing to gaze absently at the ceiling - his face still wearing the expression of stunned surprise that had came over it as the arrow plunged through his heart.

       The Supreme Commander enjoyed this brief interlude, but not to the extent that it distracted her from the task at hand. She knew she was satisfied in the manner she had shown to ease of how the sex organs on a male’s lifeless body allowed themselves to be manipulated by a woman's hand, but it was important to also demonstrate the extent to which they permitted themselves to be ridiculed as well - and to do so in a manner that showed nothing but disdain toward her vanquished victim.

       For the next few minutes she was filled with both excitement and giggling amusement as she proceeded to jiggle, flip, bounce, and bat Tom's penis in a variety of ways that kept it in constant motion. She then squeezed the base between her thumb and forefinger which forced it to rise while curving over as though paying homage. She gazed at it a moment and then, still squeezing, started moving her thumb and finger back and forth. The limp shaft obediently began flopping from one side to the other and making a slapping sound each time it struck the surface of a rounded thigh.

       Her final act of humiliating that which symbolized the very essence of being male ended with her slapping his penis back and forth as hard as she could. It was almost as though the limp shaft had suddenly sprung to life, and she was soon laughing openly, her eyes flashing with excitement and mirth, as she watched it flailing frantically in all directions. Her enjoyment reached such height that she had no desire to stop the attack, but, still remaining aware of not letting herself get carried away, reluctantly brought it to a halt after considering the point she had been striving to make to have been clearly demonstrated.

       She had not been sure, but just before stopping, she thought she had heard a few giggles coming from the audience. At the time, however, it had been important for her to be seen giving undivided and disdainful attention to her victim and, as much as she had wanted, could not afford to take even a brief glance to see if there might indeed be any looks of amusement. She could only proceed as planned which now required giving an impression of play time being over and that it was time to get down to business while, at the same time, displaying an attitude of indifference - regardless of what she might be feeling inside.

       She looked at the adjacent table, selected a sharp knife, thrust the point into Tom's abdomen just above the pubic hair, and sliced upward to his rib cage - leaving a long, red, gash behind. Laying down the knife, she hooked her fingers in each side of the slit and pulled his abdominal wall open to reveal a tightly packed coil of intestines. Without hesitating, she thrust both hands deep into the white mass, pulled out the tangle of rope like organs, and dropped them in a pile on the table. She had been somewhat surprised to discover the warmth had been much greater than expected - in fact, they had been almost hot.

       Tom's stomach had also been pulled out, and she picked up the knife, sliced through the intestine at the bottom, did the same to the esophagus, and tossed the stomach into a large bowl. She then grasped the large intestine where it ran into the pelvic cavity, pulled it tight, reached inside, squeezed firmly on the end forcing it to close, and cut it loose. With this done, she slid both hands under the pile of human entrails and plopped them into the same bowl.

       She continued to work quickly as she reached into Tom's interior again and again to cut out internal organs until only the prostrate and seminal vesicle remained. During this time she had briefly studied some of the various organs as they lay in her hand but, in so doing, had disguised the strange eeriness it made her feel and was able to give the appearance of only taking a casual interest. This had been especially true for his heart. At the conclusion, her hands and forearms were covered with blood along with dark stains on her clothing.

       She wiped her hands on a towel, selected a knife with a narrow blade, reached into Tom's pelvic cavity, and cut his prostrate and seminal vesicle free while being careful not to sever the tube connecting them to his urethra. When this had been completed she lay the limp penis over the scrotum, picked up a small, sterile, glass vial with her left hand, held it under the cone shaped head, reached into his pelvic cavity with her right, grasped the two internal male reproductive glands, and squeezed. A thick, white stream of semen squirted from the penis into the vial of a quantity that filled it over half-full.

       She capped the small bottle, held it up to the light, tipped it back and forth to look at the thick consistency of the contents, and then lifted the top of the metal container from which a cloud of vapor billowed indicating it contained liquid nitrogen. A rack inside held a circle of metal rods that were bent at the ends to hold them in place. She pulled out one of the rods which had a frost covered cup on the end, dropped the vile in the cup, lowered the rod in the container, and replaced the top. She then reached once again into the pelvic cavity to yank the prostrate and seminal vesicle - breaking the tube in the process. She briefly studied them lying in her hand before placing them in a small bowl.

       The Supreme Commander had managed to give an appearance of being casually indifferent throughout as she disemboweled Tom's body and collected his semen. Inwardly, however, indifference was far from being the case. She had felt strange on the few occasions during the war when removing internal organs from the body of a human male, but it had been nothing compared to this. Those men were unknown and dead when she found them. But, slicing open the abdomen, cutting out, holding, and looking at all that had been inside the still warm body of a man who not only was someone she had known, but whose death had been caused by her hand was far different. It brought forth an eerie sensation of fascinating unreality that was far more intense and personal than anything she had experienced in the past. But, as had been the case with everything else that had occurred, it only served to heighten her exhilaration, excitement, and pride.

       A large part of her excitement continued to be purely sexual – a fact of which she remained acutely aware. The desire she had felt in wishing it could have somehow been possible to see Tom erect had become far more intense. At first, it had been mainly that of a woman's natural curiosity when seeing a flaccid penis to wonder at the appearance when rigid, but a growing sensation within that region of her own body had become so strong that she knew it had become a longing for something going far beyond merely desiring to observe.

       Being fully aware of exactly what her body was craving had served to intensify what had become an unbounded degree of sexual excitement. In fact, it had reached such a heightened state that when she saw Tom's semen squirting into the vial she had to resist yet another strong urge to lean over and take his penis in her mouth. Her late husband had sometimes requested being brought to an ejaculation while she engaged in oral sex, and, in time, she had developed a fondness for the taste of this male fluid. It would have thrilled her to have consumed Tom's also, but doing this would have hardly been projecting an image of maintaining control. And, even if this had not been the case, it was important for her to be seen collecting his semen to be stored in a sperm bank since this would be a necessary requirement for all those that followed. She therefore had no difficulty in resisting the temptation but, at the same time, had no doubt as to what her actions would have been if circumstances had allowed.

       Her excitement and exhilaration continued unabated as she glanced at Tom's face. His open eyes and unchanged expression gave the strange impression of being awake but unconcerned of his nakedness - the bold manner in which she had fondled, examined, and ridiculed his genitals - the hole in his left breast - the long gash in his abdomen - his body cavity being void with an assortment of bowls beside him holding what had been removed - or the pool of blood he lay in.

      But, it was far from being over for him. Her excitement remained high and filled with exuberance, but, in spite of this, she continued to give an outward appearance of working in a calm, indifferent, manner as she picked up a fine tooth saw, held Tom's forehead firmly with one hand and, with remarkable ease, cut through his neck. Then, grasping his hair, she held up his severed head.

       None of the sensations she had experienced to this point matched the eerie sensation that came over her when she looked into his face - a face she had known, a face she had talked to, a face she had seen express numerous emotions, and a face whose open eyes still gave the appearance of being alive and gazing back at her.

       She felt as though she was in a daze as she laid Tom's head on its side in a tray and turned her attention to yet another strange sight - that of a naked, headless, disemboweled, human body. A body whose muscular physique, curly haired chest, and prominent genitals showed it to be male.

       The Supreme Commander continued to successfully conceal the teeming emotions surging within and appeared calm and business-like as she again took the saw and cut off Tom's arms below the shoulders and then his legs above each knee - casually tossing the severed limbs into the large bin beside the table as they were removed. She then placed the bowls holding his internal organs into the bin and pushed them partway into the crushed ice. When this had been completed, the tray upon which lay his head, and his torso with upper thighs were all that remained on the table's surface.

      She picked up a sharp knife and cut the skin around the pubic hair, under the scrotum, and down the inside of both thighs. The same was done through the center of the chest and neck and the tops of both shoulders. Starting at the neck on one side, she used the back of the knife to separate skin from flesh while pulling at the same time. She was somewhat surprised at the ease with which it came free. When the skin in the front had been pulled off, she rolled what was left of the body over and did the same on the back until holding Tom's hide in one hand like a small blanket. She tossed it in the bin and rolled the body over to again lie on its back. She paused a moment to look at the strange sight of a freshly skinned torso of a human male glistening in the bright light.

      Her hand almost trembled from a tingling of anticipation as she picked up a small, sharp knife that curved at the end in a similar manner to those used for grapefruit. She used the tip to pull up a corner of the triangular pelt of hair and peeled it back until the moist, pink flesh at the root of the penis was exposed along with the shiny surface of the top of both testicles. She grasped the limp shaft and scrotal sack firmly and pulled to stretch as much as possible. With this accomplished, she thrust the knife deep into the pelvis next to root and, using the curved end, cut around it until she felt his penis and scrotum begin to give and then suddenly come free. She was somewhat surprised to see the length of the now exposed flesh colored root that had extended into the pelvis.

       The Supreme Commander's excitement, and her sensation of strange and fascinating unreality reached a new height as she looked at the fully developed sex organs of a human male laying limp and docile in her hand. Her feeling of triumphant pride surged even higher. Surely, there could be no other act a woman could do that achieved a more defiant conquest over a male body than to deprive it of that which so prominently defined it for what it was.

       Her seething emotions and intense pride continued to surge as she grasped the pelt of pubic hair and lifted it until Tom's penis and scrotum dangled meekly before her as though conceding final and total defeat. But, even this was not the end. Her goal was not only to demonstrate this most total of conquest but also to show as much disrespect as possible toward the male victim. Continuing to dangle Tom's genitals, she reached over and sung them back and forth, in a taunting manner, in front of the lifeless eyes of his severed head lying in its side. Remembering the extent of his extreme modesty and shyness, she laughed mischievously at his face appearing to be disinterested in his vanquished manhood being humiliated in such a manner. It was with reluctance that she brought her taunting to an end, and tossed the genitals in a bowl.

       Feelings of exhilaration, pride, excitement, and eerie unreality continued to surge within the Supreme Commander, but, outwardly, she appeared almost nonchalant as she used the saw to cut through Tom's rib cage and pelvic bone. When this was done, she pressed on both hips until, with a cracking sound, she felt them give. A gap remained in the pelvis when she removed her hands and, picking up the large meat cleaver, swung it through the opening with such force that it easily cut through both flesh and bone before embedding in the table with a thud. This enabled her to pull the thighs apart even wider and, yanking the cleaver free, struck again with the same result. She continued up the spinal column until, with one final swing, Tom's torso was cut completely in half, and the two sides rolled apart.

       She was in a complete daze by this time but, even so, could not help but notice that the two halves did indeed bear a strong resemblance to the butchered caucus of a head of livestock. She found it hard to comprehend she was looking at what, only a short while ago, had been the living and vibrant body of a healthy young man in the prime of life. The resemblance to having become nothing more than a type of livestock, however, only served to heighten her excitement and feelings of triumphant pride.