The Dead Dick Diddle

Salem was never this good. Witches of the northeast have not only survived, they have thrived and evolved. Their great dark magick gives them ulitimate power over all men. And the men actually love giving all they can give for Gina the goddess.

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Before today, she has lived every fantasy. Except one.

At 20, Gina is at her peak of perfucktion. Roller-blading has shaped her legs and ass to be even more equisite than her naturally-equisite physique. Hundreds of daily crunches have brought her a sensuously firm six pack (and she hates beer). She's waxed completely smooth except for her beautiful ass-length srawberry blonde hair.

With her hair down, she's framed beautifully by her red-golden locks. Her C breasts are A-plus grade with always erect golf-tee nipples. They erotically poke through the flowing tapestry of her rippling hair and all know that beneath is a beauty beyond compare.

Except for her waves of long hair that wisp across her, she is always nude. Beautifully nude. As a witch, it is just natural to be au naturale all the time, not just when casting spells while dancing around the campfire.

Gina is the goddess of the craven. All of her beautiful lesbian flock of witches worship her in every way. They satisfy her body wherever, with whatever, and whenever Gina desires. They collect all the ingredients of her most secret and powerful potients.

And one of her favorite potients is boiled in the campfire cauldron every Friday night. It is the Adonis Potient, passed down from the servants of Cybele so many milenia ago. Adonis gave his testicles in service to his priestess, and there are today so many that hope to be an Adonis that Gina has an ample supply of ripe orchids to harvest each week.

So 52 times per year, there is a witch's brew of boiled balls to feed the craven. The men volunteer, they even beg to have their balls sacrificed for Gina. They become the Galae eunuchs, the new servants that will now find Adonis after Adonis to keep the cycle alive and to keep the witches alive.

A typical Friday evening will have at least 10 men voluntarily strip and climb onto the scaffolds that straddle the boiling cauldron. The men themselves straddle the steaming brew, with a foot on each of the scaffold boards, one on each side of the pot. Many would gladly stand there all night and have their testicles steamed alive for the gastric delight of Gina and her witches.

Gina does let the live balls almost sizzle before she cuts the scrotum on each side and releases the dangling testicles. As they steam a little more, she draws on the razor wire noose that each man wears around his ball sac as he climbs to his place in the castration ceremony. The wire is electrified just as it is closed comletely to sever the hanging testicles and scrotal sac. 240 volts jolts the happy new eunuch as his balls drop into the brew and his wound is scorched into a perfectly smooth and perfectly safe seal.

The srotal sacs are fished out by the witches as the testicles continue to boil away. The scrotums are preserved, tanned and sewn together to make the ceremonial robes for the witches -- the only cothes they wear as they walk through the woods to their Friday night campfire, and once at the warmth of the campfire the scrotal robes are hung off the limbs of the trees that encircle the sacred fire.

Once de-balled, the new Galae leave the fire and begin their search for next Friday's feast. The witches continue until the last set is dropped into the stew. With other secret herbs and spices, the brew is boiled down to a hearty consistency and each witch enjoys her bowl of balls. Some of the witches are so empowered by this ceremony and feast, that they take no other nourishment for the days between their special Fridays.

This ritual has been satisfying Gina for years. But today is the first Friday with her as leader that the date is the 13th. Tonight, by right, she has her choice of any more extreme ritual she would like on this special day. Today has to be an ultimate experience for her, an ultimate tribute to her.

She has chosen to fulfill her most fantastic wish. Although her lesbian witches are wonderful at servicing Gina into climax after climax, Gina actually prefers to "diddle" herself into orgasm each day (or many times each day) by standing naked in front of her room of mirrors. She makes love to herself as she strokes her own clit. She reaches her best and most powerful orgasms with the all-self-ceremony she calls "diddle." Men "jack it," and beautiful women "diddle."

Tonight the Galae have found 25 of the most Adonis-like of testicle donors. By custom, they are stripped and led to the fire in order of cock and ball size, the last being the most gigantic and awesome for the witches to behold as the huge erect cock loses its huge set of sperm producers. Tonight, Gina wants the balls cut in reverse.

So the 10 biggest cocks come first. She has forbidden them to come for the week before the ceremony and they will not come at the campfire either. Their cum is severed from them to become the essence of the magick broth. Tonight's 10 huge cocks have brought along some very tasty balls and the first 10 new Galae are sent away, very happy to be new servants to Gina. For the other 15 ball donors, Gina has a new idea.

"Are men's cocks always rock hard when they die?"

Gina has asked this often because it is a rumour among the witches that has persisted over decades but never proven. The idea has had Gina diddling herself constantly all week. She has to know the answer, and if it is so it will bring her to the height of such great orgasms. She is hoping and praying to her dark gods for something very special on this very special day.

After the 20-ball stew is consumed, the witches are quietly whispering among themselves about what they think is awaiting the other 15 men. As usual, the witches have shaved each man completely, and every part of the ceremony has excited the men to constant arousal. Even watching the de-balled diet created for the witches by the big-cocked men castrated before them has kept them rock hard.

Some of the witches note that the group of seven witches is outnumbered by slightly more than two to one by the remaining crop of cocks and balls. They suspect the situation has something to do with the second campfire Gina ordered to be roaring at the base of the 400-foot cliff (this very remote and very high ridge has always been the sight of their witchcraft rituals). This new, second campfire can be seen roaring so far below. It is on the narrow beach between the ocean and the sheer cliff of granite.

The sun is just rising over the maritime Atlantic as Gina has the 15 naked and hard-cocked men stand at the top of the cliff. The summer sun makes being naked enjoyable for both the witches and the special men. They have volunteered to be special. Although young, they want to experience the ultimate thrill and sacrifice, even though it will be their very last.

One by one, Gina orders the very-willing men to dive into the rocks below. Their bodies bounce and break; they are caught at various ledges on the steep wall. These are the small-cocked men, and Gina and the witches laugh as they caress the hard but tiny cocks and similarly small bag of testicles that are leaping for joy. With such de minimus evidence of their manhood, these ulitmate Galae are glad to die for Gina. But they die slowly and in great agony, which is the way both Gina and the men themselves have hoped for.

As the first man is broken apart and on his back bleeding at 200 feet down, he is screaming in pain. Gina skillfully climbs down the bank and perches above the suffering man. She diddles her clit furiously as the man dies, and she goes wild when she see the little cock has grown to three times its hard size when alive. Her diddled orgasm is the best ever.

The scene is repeated once for each of the other six witches, and they too reach an orgasm by diddling over a dead dick, bringing an ultimate pleasure beyond anything they otherwise could enjoy. With the extra men, Gina gets to diddle over a total of nine dead dicks as the sun comes up along with the super-hardened life-losing cocks.

After the great orgasms, each witch slices the entire cock and balls off each dead donor, noticing that they all have the most happy of expressions on their faces in their peace of death. The pieces of dick are tossed to the base of the bank where Gina works to separate the scrotums for more robes, to prepare a breakfast of raw and fresh testes, and to toss 15 hard dead dicks into the slowly simmering pot above the fire on the beach.

As the seven witches sit along the shoreline and admire the sunrise, they are nourished by the fine raw balls their goddess Gina has prepared for them. Behind them, buzzards are already removing all traces of the ball and cock donors, of the men over whose dead dicks Gina and her witches diddled themselves into the best Friday the 13th orgasms any witch would ever have.

Occasionally, a buzzard drops a piece of a dead man into the bay and sharks quickly leap and devour the parts. The witches sense that even all of the buzzards and all of the sharks are fellow females. The scene and scents are perfect -- the mouth-watering and beautiful boiling cocks that will be their lunch are the pieces de resistanceþ