The Executions (M/F, F/F, nc, snuff, vore, asphyx, electrocution)
By CH Makoto - copyright 1997

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Foreword:  This is a story I wrote quite awhile ago. It is my first attempt
at writing.  I am the original writer, although I've seen a couple pieces
floating around the net, particulary the vore section.  Please do not chop
up my stories.  I'm including it here for compleness sake.

As stated before, do NOT try this at home, it's not good for your health.

Repost permission granted as long as attribution is to CH Makoto.
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The Executions

The year is 2056 in North America.  There has been war and a dictator with
some characteristics of both Hitler and Nero has taken over what used to be
Canada and the United States.  He has a secret police whose prime mission,
it seems, is the procurement of women for his spectacles.  In a kangaroo
court, women are accused of committing so-called crimes against the state. 
They are tried, convicted and sentenced to death.  Because of the nature of
their "crimes," the executions are carried out in public both as a
deterrent and as a way of maintaining his control over the population. 

Chapter 1 -- Susan

Susan didn't exactly know how she got into the situation she was in, but
somehow she did it.  One day she was at the University teaching a class on
anthropology, the next she had been convicted of a crime against the State.
Her punishment was to be strangling by her own hand.  She tried to
comprehend what she had done to call down the fury of the state on her, but
could only remember an argument, seemingly innocent at the time, in her
classroom.  She had been explaining the evolutionary history of the ancient
man and had responded to some questions from an obnoxious ill-dressed
student.  He had always been a disrupting influence in the class and the
other students avoided him, even seemed to fear him.  That day he was
leading the discussion somehow into her views of the evolutionary future of
man and how it related to the current political situation.  She had shut
him up with some smart remark or other and gone on with her lecture.
Surely, that couldn't be the reason.  How could she be sentenced to Death
for that? 

The prosecutor's office would not elaborate on her crime.  They read to
her, after two tearful days spent in detention, the verdict of death for
crimes against the state.  She was allowed neither visitors nor a means to
speak with her family.  She had always avoided politics and had declined
every invitation to join the "activist" groups on campus.  She knew enough
to know that they were not really against the current dictatorship, but
were a breeding ground for informers and future members of the government. 
When the invitations got too persistent, she pleaded her research and her
teaching load.  Perhaps if she had been more willing to play the game . . .


The day of her execution arrived.  Susan was being held in a cold sterile
building and her cell had no access to daylight; nevertheless, she knew it
was morning by the increased activity she could hear down the corridor.
She had intended to spend her last night awake, savoring the last hours of
consciousness; her body had betrayed her, however, and she had dozed off at
some point during the night.  It was just as well -- she had no blinding
revelations as to the meaning of her life.  She was just as confused about
what had happened as the day she had been taken from her classroom by the
Security Squad.  She listened to the growing voices as the morning grew
later and a cold knot of fear settled in her stomach.  Finally, a matron
came for her and led her through two more corridors, all identical, and
into another cell.  Susan was forced to wear nothing but a flimsy robe
while waiting in the holding cell.  So, in her prison robe she sat,
awaiting the appointed time, hopeless and almost apathetic.  Her bare feet
huddled together, seeking relief from the icy touch of the linoleum.  The
harsh fluorescent lights illuminated her figure, but cast no clarity on her
situation.  

Susan was a tall, about five-foot-ten-inch, willowy brown-haired girl with
pale blue eyes the color of a young girl's pinafore.  She sat huddled on
the bench in the harsh gray prison robe, appearing smaller than she was.
Her build was nothing spectacular; her breasts were relatively small but
were perfectly shaped.  She had a small waist and almost boyish hips and
there was not an ounce of fat on her body.  All in all a very nice body,
soon to be no more. At precisely ten o'clock in the morning, the door to
the holding cell opened and the burly head jailer entered and took her by
the arm.  His uniform was stained and he smelled of sausage, probably his
breakfast.

He led her down the stairs, past one of the entrances to the arena where
the execution was to be held, and into a cell just beside the stadium.
Susan could just hear the noise of the crowds gathering in the arena.  She
knew that in the dim past it was used for football; she remembered her
parents talking about the earlier days in A** A**** -- the way the whole
town would shut down on football afternoons and stream into the stands --
the way parties were held both before and after the games.  She knew her
parents had met at one of those post-game parties.  Now the stadium mainly
served both the local area and part of the suburbs as the center for state
executions and for state celebrations, such as the leader's birthday.  The
government had found it economical to use existing college stadiums for its
propaganda; the surrounding student communities also furnished a supply of
dissidents to be punished.  Susan had attended none of those events,
preferring to bury her head in her studies and hoping to be left alone. 

The guard pointed out a red plastic container, removed her robe roughly and
left.  Susan huddled in a corner of the room for a moment, and then
approached the red box.  Inside, Susan found clothes and a set of
instructions. 

Instructions For Females Awaiting Execution 

1. Shower 

2. Shave your pubic area until it is as smooth as possible - the public
would like to see what is going on. 

3. Dress in the clothes provided, inserting the dildo in your vagina before
putting on the panties. 

4. After dressing, go into the adjacent room and there will be a drink
waiting.  Drink it - it will make things go easier. 

5. When you are ready, press the buzzer.  The guard will come for you.  Do
exactly as he tells you. 

6. We wish for this event to be as pleasurable as possible.  If you do not
do as instructed, we will use force and you will not enjoy it.  There is no
appeal from this sentence.  You are going to die today, but you can make it
easier on yourself by cooperating. 

The girl started to tremble.  She had heard, of course, that public
executions of women convicted of political crimes were spectacularly sexual
in nature.  She knew these events were well attended and that no one talked
much about them afterwards.  One of her colleagues had gone and when Susan
asked about it had blushed furiously and stammered something about leaving
before the end.  She had sensed both an aversion to discuss it and an
underlying excitement about it in her friend.  She had been asked to go
once by a rather aggressively amorous boyfriend.  Susan had refused, and
then refused the next date.  The boy soon found someone else.  The brunette
was now frantically trying to recall anything she had ever heard about
these executions.  Was she to be tortured?  Weakly she sat on the bench by
the container of clothes, feeling faint.  She stayed there about ten
minutes, mentally searching for an escape.  She concluded there was none.
Her only choice remaining was whether or not to cooperate in order to avoid
pain.  She tried to find within her enough courage to resist this atrocity,
but couldn't.   

Now resigned to her fate, however bewildering it was, she showered, shaved
her pubic area until it was as smooth as a newborn's and dressed in the
clothes provided.  The dildo was in a plastic bag.  She opened the bag and
took out the device.  She found it was well lubricated and slid in very
easily.  She pulled on a pair of white nylon panties that forced the dildo
in a little further.  Despite the proximity of her execution, it felt very
good and she could feel herself getting wet.  Susan put on a white bra,
which was practically invisible, a pair of white lace thigh-hi nylons and a
pair of black high heels.  Over that a white slip, a black silk blouse
which buttoned to the neck and a severe black sheath skirt which was cut a
little longer than her knees.  She applied some of the make-up provided,
and went into the next room.  This room was nearly as Spartan as the
dressing room, but there was a small armchair flanked by a small wooden
table.  On the table was a stemmed glass containing a milky drink.  Susan
hesitated, and then drank what was left there for her.  She felt it slide
smoothly, almost sensuously down her throat.  Unknown to, but suspected by,
the drink had been spiked.  Supposedly with both an aphrodisiac and a
relaxant.  On the far wall of the room was an old-fashioned oval mirror
with an overhead lamp.  Susan looked at herself and liked what she saw.
"At least I will go looking my best," she thought.  She had one last wild
attack of panic and looked for an escape from this, but the drink was
affecting her now and she soon calmed down.  She took a deep breath and
pushed the buzzer button. 

As she had been informed, because of the type of crime and sentence, it was
to be a public execution.  The same guard led her to the entrance to the
arena and turned her over to the executioner, who led her to the stage.
When Susan first saw him, she started back, but she was firmly handed over
to his grasp.  He was wearing a black hood, black shirt and a pair of black
tights, which had their crotch, removed allowing his penis and balls to
hang out.  At first, she couldn't take her eyes off that area of his torso;
she felt light-headed.  But as she was being led to the center of the open
area, Susan looked around and saw that her termination was well attended.
Most likely, the crowd included the students from her class, THAT class,
the one that got her in the spot she was in.  She blushed furiously at the
thought of anyone who knew her being here and stumbled.  The figure holding
her arm firmly simply continued to walk her forward.  The center of the
grassy area was filled with an elevated stage, up which she was led.  There
were electronic gadgets scattered around; she recognized one as a TV
camera.  Even though it was a clear September morning, lights blazed on the
stage.  

He told her to undress to her underwear and sit in the DEATH swing.  She
stared at him, horrified; he repeated his demand and reminded her that they
could force her if they had to.  Susan self-consciously stripped to her
bra, panties, nylons and high heels, aware that the close-up monitors were
allowing the people in the stands to see her quite well.  With some
assistance, she sat in the swing with her arms and legs through the loops
provided.  Her arms were hoisted somewhat higher and secured, emphasizing
the lines of her upper body.  Various lights and cameras were swung into
place to focus on particular parts of her body.  The swing held her legs
wide apart and definitely maximized access to her most private areas.  The
black-hooded figure raised the swing somewhat and Susan rotated slowly,
exposing her body to the view of each section of the arena in turn.  The
executioner approached and placed a black noose around her neck and tied
the other end around her hand.  The noose was made of silk cord and felt
cool and smooth against her skin.  There was a slip knot in the cord
through which the end tied to her hand ran.  Further up the cord, against
her neck was a large bulge in the cord.  The executioner told her that when
the time was right Susan was to pull the rope tight to carry out the
sentence and that she would feel no pain.   She was incredulous that they
thought she could or would actually strangle herself. 

The executioner started by running his hands up and down her legs,
emphasizing her open and vulnerable position.  None-the-less, his touch was
gentle and against her will, she began to feel a tingling sensation.  After
going around behind her, so the spectators could see, he massaged her
breasts through her bra, paying special attention to her nipples.  Despite
her best intentions, her nipples got hard and stood up as though demanding
more attention.  The murmuring from the crowd got louder as the close-up
monitors scattered through the stands allowed the spectators to see her
arousal.  He seemed to understand and continued caressing them for quite
awhile, causing her nipples to both throb and tingle at the same time.  The
figure in black then returned to where she could see him.

He slowly approached from one side and Susan couldn't help but notice his
erect cock.  Dressed all in black, she had not noticed him as a person at
all -- whether he was blond, or black, or from what ethnic background.  She
looked at his penis, which was the angry reddened hue of most excited
cocks, and noticed curly blond hairs surrounding it.  A blond then, she
thought, somewhat hysterically.  She had never had a lover who was blond.
He climaxed his slow walk to her side by pressing his penis against her
lips.  The drink had its intended effect and Susan opened her mouth.  His
dick slid in and she willingly began to suck it, running her tongue around
it as he fucked her mouth.   She could smell the odor of male cock.   He
gradually drove his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she could
feel its head touch the back of her throat.  He stopped, held it there for
a while and then began to slowly fuck her mouth.  In and out he went while
she continued to suck and lave his dick with her tongue.  After about 10
minutes of this, he quickened his pace; she could feel his dick start to
throb.  Susan became acutely aware of the dildo in her and after a short
while, the blond reached down into her panties and toyed with her clit.
The girl moaned and the crowd cheered as the unnoticed microphones
amplified the sound.  He worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, all the
while thrusting his engorged member into her mouth.  Finally, she could
feel his penis start to spasm and he came in her mouth.  She did her best
to swallow it all, but a little trailed out the sides of her lips and
slowly ran down her face, to more cheers of the crowd.  The executioner
withdrew his cock from her mouth, which felt strangely empty, and left
Susan's field of vision for a moment.

The man returned and held aloft a pair of scissors, glinting in the intense
lights.  The girl felt her stomach contract in fear even through her
arousal.  She once again became aware of her situation, which she had
temporarily forgotten in arousal.  She WAS going to be tortured, even after
she had cooperated.  The scissors approached her breasts and snipped at the
cloth bra.  It parted and Susan's firm, high boobs stood exposed to the
crowd.  Next, her panties were slowly and carefully cut off.  Before
removing the dildo, he rotated the swing around so all could see. 

After removing the dildo, which was glistening with the girl's uncontrolled
juices, the man walked over to a table Susan had not previously noticed.
She craned her head and saw that it had many sexual tools on it.  He picked
up a wand like device, switched it on and walked slowly back over to her.
He stood between her legs, which were spread-eagled in the loops of the
swing, and applied the wand to her clit.  Immediately she felt the familiar
tickling of a vibrator going up and down her thighs and electric tingles
zinging into her cunt.  Despite everything, her pussy began to lubricate
and she started having definite erotic rushes.  She soon had her first
orgasm, and forgot everything but the overwhelming feeling.  Before she
could halfway recover, she felt the head of his penis nudging against the
entrance to her vagina.  The executioner pressed into her slowly, but
firmly, and Susan felt the walls of her vagina expanding to accommodate
him.  He was long and hard and she felt the head of his penis ramming
itself against her cervix as though trying to enter her very womb.  He
withdrew until just the head of his cock was still in Susan and then
plunged in again and again, holding her legs to steady her in the swing.
Her second orgasm was not far off, and when it came, she bucked under him
spectacularly, crying out.  The crowd cheered approvingly but she was past
noticing. 

The executioner withdrew from her and, retrieving more devices from the
table, continued with his task.  The first one he picked up was a long,
thin probe.  It had a loop attached to the base of it, which could be
slipped over his cock.  He applied some Vaseline from a jar on the table
and then slipped the loop of the device over his penis and slid it up to
the base of his cock.  Susan figured she knew what was coming and she was
not wrong.  Guiding the probe with his hand, he placed the end of it
against her anus.  He pushed it slowly in, the pressure making the swing
sway slightly backward, and then return.  On each return of the swing, the
instrument probed more insistently at her ass.  Her anus at first resisted,
but gradually he penetrated.  Susan started a low rhythmic moan as he
pushed the probe in farther.  Now he had his penis in her pussy and the
probe up her ass.  He pulled out until he was just in and then began a
rhythmic fucking motion.  To Susan's surprise, there was a kind of
pleasurable warmth, a deep loosening in her bowels, a tingling vibration
that spread into her thighs and stroked the inside of her vagina.  The
relaxation induced by the drugs had an odd effect in that it sensitized her
skin.  She was dramatically aware of each square millimeter of flesh.  The
probe felt large and hot in her ass.  She thought she could feel the vein
on the underbelly of his dick rubbing against the thin membrane between her
cunt and ass as he slid in and out.  He brought the probe out to the very
tip and held it there and her asshole quivered with emptiness, and then he
shoved it in again.  The swing swayed back and forth with the motion.
Susan could feel the first bulge, the narrow section behind it, and then
the slow swelling to the base.  Despite herself, she had another orgasm.
He had the hand of an expert and was leaving no orifice untouched.  He was
willing to continue the stimulation as long as necessary, and did. 

In the next episode, he adjusted the swing for easier access to her rear
and applied a cream to her asshole that burned, and then tingled.  He
walked behind the swing, reached up and grasped the vertical ropes,
shortening considerably the range of the possible pendulum of the swing.
Susan, groggy and semi-hysterical from the previous orgasms, felt a large
hot presence at her ass.  The swing, and her ass, moved forward, away from
the intruder, but was not allowed to go far, falling back each time onto
the hot rod attempting entry.  Her orifice throbbed with desire and soon
she felt an insistent pressure as the man grasped her midriff from behind
and rammed his member inside her most restrictive opening.   She almost
passed out; she was panting with each thrust he made.  He reached around
and roughly massaged one breast as he increased the tempo of his thrusts
inside her.  As he withdrew almost entirely and paused for a final brutal
entrance, he pinched her nipple firmly.  Susan cried out, spasmed, and lost
consciousness briefly in another orgasm, to the approving roar of the
masses in the stands.  She came too shortly, explosively, as the intense
cold of a piece of ice melted against her throbbing clitoris.   The show
continued, with the figure in black using various tools from the stand, and
his own cock, expertly.

Susan started to plead, incoherently, but each plea ended in a cry of
ecstasy as she came once again, to her total humiliation.  During one of
her orgasms, Susan realized there would be no escape.  He would continue
fucking her as long as she was willing to provide a sensation for the
crowd.  The drugs she had been given would keep her conscious and
responsive.  If he tired, there would be another to take his place.  She
experimentally pulled on the noose.  Susan felt it tighten, cutting off her
air.  She released it and then tightened it again.  She held it longer this
time, until her lungs began to ache.  There was something euphoric about
dying this way, she thought.  It didn't feel like being strangled, for
there was no pain.  She got enough sporadic bites of air to keep her
conscious as she slipped into the final unconsciousness.  The transition
was not brutally abrupt.  She became aware of the audience again and their
ecstatic reactions whenever the figure in black forced her to another
orgasm.  She realized, finally, that there would be no end to this unless
she chose it. 

Finally, Susan surrendered to the inevitable and pulled hard on the cord.
She felt the slip knot pop over the bulge and when she released the noose;
it did not slip loose this time.  She still felt the thrills shoot up from
her cunt into her belly during her final orgasm.  She sank, sank, sank into
oblivion.  Unknown to Susan, the executioner entered her again and fucked
her in earnest, ensuring that he too had an orgasm, and that she was really
dead.  After about twenty minutes, during which time selected spectators
were invited to come down and inspect the body, Susan's limp form was
removed and the arena was prepared for the next execution. 

Chapter 2  --  Carol

Carol's execution was scheduled for later in the day, at one o'clock.  She
had the cell next to Susan's and had heard them come for the girl earlier. 
During Susan's execution, Carol had plenty of time to contemplate her
mistakes.  In contrast to Susan, she knew why they were going to execute
her.  She had been a member of an organization dedicated to the removal of
the dictator.  They had been caught attempting to gain access to the
intelligence data banks.  To prevent the complete destruction of the
organization, she pleaded guilty to the charges filed against her and took
full responsibility for the raid, knowing full well what it would mean.
She also refused to name any other members of her group, though the
questioning had been brutal.  Her sentence had been death by cardiac
arrest. 

She, also, was attired in nothing but a robe.  Carol was the shortest of
the three at five foot two inches, but gave away nothing in looks.  She had
dark brown, almost black hair and brown eyes, shaded by long lashes.  Her
measurements were about the same as Susan's, but being of a shorter
stature, she was more voluptuous.  The prison garment strained to cover her
physical assets; Carol knew that the guards walked past her cell more often
than their duties demanded.  The girl arranged herself so that the men
could look up the curve of her tanned legs to the promising darkness above.
She attempted to entice one of the younger ones to enter the cell, thinking
to buy her way out with the oldest coin in the world.  He was obviously
terrified of being caught, but had just nerved himself to slip inside when
a matron appeared at his shoulder and venomously asked what he thought he
was doing.  He stammered out something about checking the lock and rushed
away.  The short-cropped matron stared up and down at Carol's provocative
pose and suggested that she could provide more erotic entertainment than
the young buck that had just left.  Carol saw the lust in the woman's eyes
and sickeningly considered it; however, the smile on that experienced full-
fleshed face warned her that here was one who had played this game before
and always won.  She would end degraded, but never freed.  So she flipped a
rude gesture at the woman and huddled back on her bench. 

At twelve-thirty, the door to her cell opened and a jailer came in to lead
her downstairs.  This jailer was a member of her organization and whispered
that he was sorry that it had come to this.  Carol smiled at him wanly and
asked if he had any poison on him.  He paled and stammered out that he
couldn't risk it; they would know who had helped her.  HELPED her!  Carol
grimaced with disgust at the faithlessness of her co-conspirators and said
nothing.  As they went past the entrance to the arena, she looked in and
saw the stands were full.  "You'd think they would have something better to
do than watch women being tortured to death," she thought.  She flushed a
little at that thought because she had attended executions herself.  She
knew all about the private "meditation booths" scattered throughout the
stands.  They ranged from the utilitarian, renting for a few coins to the
opulent private boxes of the bureaucracy.  But they all had two things in
common -- a bed and a TV monitor that displayed the action on the center
stage.   

The current regime kept a close rein on sexual displays; the official
philosophy of the state was Puritanism and commitment to the common good.
The bureaucrats were savvy enough to know, however, that damming up that
kind of sexual energy was fatal.  Sooner or later, if not allowed outlets,
it would erupt into a political coup.  So they carefully channeled it.
Unisex clothing and the condemnation of any overt sexual talk or play kept
the populace simmering below the surface.  And then an execution would be
announced and the stands would fill.  Few citizens watching the sexual
activities in the arena could deny their own arousal.  The booths offered a
convenient way to allow an immediate release, with plenty of willing
partners, while reminding the citizens that they were enjoying arousal at
the expense of someone else's death.  The energy was dissipated and turned
into a lasting guilt, shared with others.  Their hands were no longer
clean; how could they possibly protest at the state's excesses?  "I know
that watching someone die can make you horny.  I just wish it wasn't my
death that they were watching," finished Carol to herself.  The jailer led
her into the same holding cell as Susan had been in and gave her the same
instructions. 

Carol, however, was not as compliant as Susan had been.  She was willing to
dress in the clothes they had left, and even drink their obviously drugged
drink, but she sure as hell was not going to shave her pussy.  No matter;
they had observed her lack of compliance on the omnipresent video monitors
and sent in three matrons to do the job, one of them the smiling bitch of
earlier.  They did their job very effectively, strapping her to a roll-in
table with her feet tied to stirrups, exposing her cunt to the shaving
tools.  The plump matron got in a few feels as she stroked the razor over
the dark triangle of Carol's pussy.  Carol's spit at her to see if she
could tempt her to finish the job with the razor, quickly; the matron just
smiled and grabbed one of Carol's tits, "Not that easy, or quick, my love. 
I wouldn't want to spoil the show."  After they were done with her, she was
redressed and led out.   

By now the drink was affecting her coordination.  To her surprise, her
executioner was a woman, a large woman, very voluptuous.  She led Carol to
the arena, which was set up a little differently for this execution.  In
place of the swing in which Susan had been executed there were four posts,
each pair about three feet apart with about six feet between the pairs.
Part of the way up each post chains were attached.  To the other end of
each chain there were straps, obviously designed to go around wrists and
ankles.  Between the posts was a slanting padded board with one end almost
to the ground and the other about two feet high.  Near the posts was a
machine the purpose of which Carol could not immediately figure out.  The
times she had come to executions herself as part of her cover, she had
acceded to her dates' requests to use the meditation chambers early and
once there had tried not to watch the TV screen.  Citizens could exit from
those rooms directly to the ramps leading to the parking lot; the state
didn't require attendance through all scheduled executions, just long
enough to implicate the citizen by proxy.  "Perhaps this is the device that
will be used to kill me," she thought. 

Carol was led to the center of the arena and one arm was fastened to a
post.  The executioner roughly disrobed her, while the girl fought weakly
through the drug haze.  The woman ripped open Carol's blouse and felt her
well-endowed breasts, right there on stage, while the girl tried to back
away. Her skirt, slip, bra and panties were removed, to the growing cheers
of the crowd.  Soon Carol was wearing only the nylons and shoes and her
sweat-slicked body glistened under the lights.  The executioner then
reached between Carol's legs and jerked the dildo out, causing her to gasp.
The huge woman raised the dildo overhead and rotated so all could see it.
She slowly lowered it to her lips and licked it with an evil relish that
caused Carol to pale and stagger, while the crowd cheered.  The abruptness
with which her clothes were removed had caused her to become terrified,
even through the soporific.  The executions she had seen in the past had a
slower pace.  The executioner motioned Carol to lie down on the board with
her head at the low end.  She did as requested, knowing there was no choice
and feeling too weak to stand anymore.  The executioner took the straps
from the posts and fastened them to Carol's wrists and ankles.  She
tightened the chains until Carol's arms and legs were pulled apart,
although not uncomfortably so.  The robed figure then retrieved wide cloth
straps from the bottom of the board and looped one around Carol's midriff
and one around her upper body just above her breasts.  She cinched them
down and when she was done, it was clear that Carol wasn't going anywhere. 

As soon as the executioner had finished securing Carol, a door opened in
the side of the arena and two assistant executioners came out.  They
removed a panel in the platform on which Carol was strapped and suddenly
there was a space between her cinched-down legs, all the way up to and
somewhat beyond her ass.  Carol realized that her buttocks were partially
exposed below and that every orifice was now exposed to their intentions.
They walked over to where the machine was sitting and wheeled it up to the
top of the board, between Carol's legs.  One of them removed a small egg-
shaped device from the top of the machine.  She lubricated it with Vaseline
and inserted it briskly into Carol's rectum, who gasped at the pain.  A
wire was running out of one end of the egg, which was plugged into the
front panel of the machine.  At the same time, the other assistant was
attaching a large, garishly red dildo to an extension on the front of the
machine.  She maneuvered the dildo until it was just touching the outer
lips of Carol's vagina.

The girl's cunt contracted in fear, but the assistant patiently readjusted
the position of the hard rubber implement until it was clear it could make
an entry.  Various stimulation pads were attached to her thighs, her
abdomen, and her breasts, including a ring-like device fitted over each
nipple.  A monitor was attached to the pulse-point in her throat.  A pad
that measured perspiration and translated it into electrical impulses the
machine could interpret was placed just below and between Carol's pendulous
breasts.  An arm of the machine was swung out and brought into position
over the girl's clitoris.  It appeared, from what the girl could see from
her angle, to have several different appendages. 

The executioner came over to Carol and told her that the machine was
programmed to run for an hour after starting, without letup, and that she
would return then to carry out the rest of the sentence.  The massive woman
leaned down and, with her massive breasts bouncing into Carol's side,
licked the girl's left nipple, which was encircled by the ring device.
Carol's abdomen contracted in sudden horror, but the drug engorged her
nipple.  The woman laughed at her and said she would see her again in an
hour.  With that, the executioner walked over to the machine and with a
flourish for the crowd, switched it on.  Immediately the egg in the
strapped-down girl's ass began to vibrate, slowly at first, then ever more
vigorously.  The arm over the girl's clit extruded an appendage and as the
condemned girl watched, it lowered a feather-like clump into her upper
vaginal area and started to vibrate.  The tickling was at first intense and
Carol was crying out, until she realized that the crowd loved it.  She
clamped down on her tongue with her teeth until the pain overcame the
tickling.  Shortly after that, the dildo began to slowly force its way into
her cunt, with a machine-driven back and forth motion.  Carol forgot all
about the feather tool.  She never thought the plastic cock would fit, that
it would rip her apart and she would bleed to death.  But the executioner
had planned well and she did not rip apart.  Instead, she felt the dildo
gradually expand her vagina as it advanced until it reached the end.  She
felt a hot liquid squirting into her from an orifice in the dildo and she
cried out again.  At that point, it stopped and started to vibrate while
undergoing a slow rotary motion.  Carol could feel her cunt start to
respond with her own lubrication as the base of the dildo was also applying
vibrations to her clit.  Her first orgasm came upon her by surprise.
Lights flashed on the machine and the crowd, able to follow the machine's
interpretations of her intimate responses by electronic "scores" displayed
on monitors, cheered.

Immediately the dildo began to withdraw itself and the rotary motion
started to speed up.  When it reached the outer limits of her pussy, it
stopped for a moment and Carol regained her breath.  As she lay there
moaning the rings around her nipples started to vibrate and contract.  They
started an in-and-out rhythm, squeezing and then releasing.  It seemed to
Carol that her cunt was vibrating from her orgasm in rhythm with the nipple
rings.  She started to pant and could feel the pulse in her neck betraying
her reactions to the machine and so to the crowd. The dildo started back
in, faster this time.  In and out, rotating and vibrating faster and faster
the dildo continued its incessant movements.  During this time, the arm
shading her pussy used various "fingers" on her clit, sometimes vibrating,
sometimes heating, and sometimes chilling her most sensitive area.  The
pads on her inner thighs added their vibrations, as did the large pad on
her lower abdomen.  Orgasm after orgasm followed, causing her to lose track
of time.  At one point, she even passed out and when she awoke a few
minutes later, the machine was still at it and her first sensation was that
of another orgasm.  She cursed, cried, and moaned.  She strives for
unconsciousness, but the drugs prevent it.  The cameras focused in on her
face as it beaded with her forced passion.  The crowd could watch the
course of sweat down between her large breasts, pooling at the base of her
neck.  One of the cameras panned down to focus on her cunt, which was also
dripping wet.  The dildo was withdrawn by the machine and the egg up
Carol's ass stopped vibrating, although the girl hardly realized it.  She
was sobbing with exhaustion.   

One of the appendages of the machine hovering over her clit swung into
place.  A piece of cone shaped ice was clutched in its claws and it pressed
the dripping chunk down into the girl's throbbing clit.  Carol cried out at
the contact and continued to moan as the mechanical arm slowly pressed the
ice in harder and started to rub it up and down the lips of her vagina.
The cold was intense and mind-numbing.  The trickles of icy water seeping
down her vaginal lips dripped onto the opening to her ass and her muscles
started to spasm in reaction.  Suddenly she longed for the coolness inside
her, to put out the insistent painful fire in her cunt.  The machine
seemingly responded to her thoughts and the arm manipulated the ice down to
the opening just occupied by the dildo.  It inserted the rapidly
diminishing chunk into her pussy and withdrew.  The dildo immediately
reinserted itself and proceeded to slowly thrust the ice as far into her
cavity as possible.  The point of the ice penetrated her cervix and as the
dildo rammed home it lodged deeply in her womb.  Carol gasped and her heart
started pounding uncontrollably.  She realized then that her sentence of
cardiac arrest was going to be accomplished, not by a lethal injection, but
by the persistent attentions of an automated dildo.  She tried to summon
the energy to resist, but another orgasm swept over her and she fainted
once more.  When she came to, all movement in her lower orifices had
ceased, but the rings around her nipples were painfully, erotically,
painfully squeezing her nipples.  She was so sensitized by the drugs given
her that this was enough to send her over the edge again, as the crowd
counted out loud the number of orgasms the machine monitored.  One of her
last semi-coherent thoughts was that the bastards were probably betting on
how many she would have before dying. 

Finally, the prescribed time was up and the machine stopped, after a
particularly thorough probing.  The robed executioner reappeared.  Carol
was drenched in sweat and her breathing was just able to keep up with her
hammering heart.  The machine was rolled away and the egg was removed from
her ass.  All the sensors were removed from the drenched body.  The
assistant executioners left the arena.  The lights changed and everything
became dim, except for spotlights on Carol's face, nearly blinding her.
The large woman placed a pad under the girl's torso and then brought out a
particularly large dildo, with wires leading back into the main machine.
This dildo was jet black and had a skull face carved into its tip.  The
woman waved the end of the dildo under the girl's nose and slapped her
lightly to force her eyes to focus. 

"Meet your 'maker', love," she crooned evilly.  "This will be the last fuck
you'll ever know; the last anything."  Carol just closed her eyes and
prayed it would be over quickly.  It wasn't to be.  The executioner reached
between Carol's legs and attached a strap to her midriff belt. Carol felt a
hand stroke her right inner thigh and then she felt an insistent pressure
at her cunt.  This dildo was surely too large to enter even the violated
territory of the girl's spent pussy.  But with a sudden jab, it was in.
The woman gradually shoved the black prod deeper and deeper into Carol's
vagina until no more penetration was possible.  The strap was pulled up
tight and secured to the front of the midriff belt, holding the dildo at
full depth.  The executioner reached out and gave Carol's breasts one last
squeeze.  "Good-by," she said.  She stepped back next to the machine and
toggled the green switch.  The dildo started to vibrate and rotate wildly
and the girl felt an oncoming rush of pain-ecstasy.  The nipple rings also
started their vibrations and contractions again, often powerfully.

Just as she peaked and she thought her heart would burst, the executioner
flipped the red switch.  The cock sent a jolt of electricity through the
girl and her heart beat even more wildly.  Her body flopped up and down,
straining at the restraints, and sweat broke out all over her body.  The
dildo and rings stepped up their pace, even though Carol thought that
wasn't possible, and another orgasm and another jolt of electricity was
sent through her.  Again, her heart beat wildly and for a moment, she
thought it would burst.  It didn't.  The designers knew how much she could
take and the voltage was stepped-up to provide maximum entertainment.  Each
time she came, the cock would send another jolt through her body, each a
little larger than before.  The crowd would go wild at each orgasm as she
strained at her bonds, her tits flopping wildly.   As Carol lost control of
her mind and started to go mad, she felt another jolt and felt her heart
losing its control and ripping open inside her.  She felt it stop.  Even
then, the torturous dildo continued its movements and as the veil of
darkness descended over her eyes, Carol had a last orgasm. 

The executioner walked over to where Carol lay, her head hanging loosely to
one side.  She looked down and said, "That was lovely, kid."  She turned
and exited the stadium.  After several VIP type spectators had confirmed
the death, the body was removed and hung outside the stadium as a warning
to enemies of the state.  Although, with the smile that was on her face,
it's hard to tell just how much of a warning it turned out to be. 

Chapter 3 -- Heather

In many ways, this was the most interesting execution of all.  It was
scheduled for four o'clock and was to be the last one for the day.  Heather
had a cell that was isolated from the others so she didn’t know whether
they had been come for or not.  Heather was as confused as Susan was as to
why she was here.  She just knew that one day her and her husband had been
arrested and taken to jail.  She hadn't participated in her trial; in fact,
she wasn't even aware a trial had taken place until she had been informed
of the results.  Which were that she and her husband were guilty and had
both been sentenced to death.  Her husband had been given a lethal
injection; she was told and was already dead.  After that, she didn't hear
the rest of her sentence; she felt already dead herself. 

She had on the standard robe and nothing else.  Heather was probably the
best looking woman of the three.  She had strawberry blond hair, beautiful
green eyes, and was about five foot eight inches tall with just about a
perfect figure.  Her breasts were large and stood out like a goddess's.
Personally, she wished she didn't have breasts as large as hers were, but
she knew men liked them and they had yet to sag at all.  She was wasp-
waisted and flared out from there to hips that were frankly feminine.  Her
ass was firm and just begged to be squeezed.  She paced her cell in a
desultory daze, unable to think, unable to rest.  

At four o’clock, the chief executioner himself came to her cell.  Heather
expected to be taken to the arena.  Instead, the burly man unpacked a kit
of small tools.  He approached the girl and assured her that he was not
there to hurt her.  If she would cooperate, it would not be painful, her
death, even if it was bizarre.  Heather thought about asking about her
sentence, but her apathy was almost total.  The man removed her robe and
gently forced the girl to lay spread out on the bench.  He shaved her pussy
gently but thoroughly.  She had never had her cunt shaved before and
watched the effect with amazement.  Her husband had asked her to do that
once, but she had refused, scandalized.  Now she wishes she had done it,
had done anything and everything he had wanted.  She had been afraid the
neighbors would find out somehow and turn them in to the SS.  What irony!  


The dark-haired man stroked her newly bald vaginal lips, satisfied with the
job.  He then removed all the hair from her head so that she was bald as
well, using a cool gel that tingled, after cropping her hair.  The only
hair she had left was the fair short hair on her arms and legs.  After
washing her off, he stood her up and began covering her with a mixture of
Vaseline and some other agents.  He inserted a special salve into her cunt,
as far as he could reach with his hand.  Heather gasped at the intimate
pain.  He explained that this would guarantee her pleasure during her
execution.  He then deftly flipped her over and forcibly entered her ass
with two fingers, smearing the inside of the canal with some gel.  After he
was done smearing her entire body, he gave her a drink.  "In the drink," he
explained, "are drugs which will heighten the sensations you will feel and
a drug which will just about paralyze your voluntary muscles.  You won’t be
able to escape, but don't worry, you won't feel any pain at all.  It will
feel strange but pleasurable.  Then you won't feel anything at all, in the
end.  Please believe me; I wouldn't lie to you."   

The girl looked up at the man, startled.  He actually sounded sorry and
anxious about her.  A cold knot of fear spasmed her abdomen and tears
leaked down her face.  "What's going to happen to me out there?" she
stammered.  The man paled and said, "If you don't remember what they said
your sentence is, it's better.  You're going to die, but there will be no
pain.  Accept it.”  Knowing he could force her if she refused, she took the
glass he was still holding out to her and drank the liquid.  It burned
somewhat on the way down.  Almost immediately, Heather noticed the aroma of
the gel coating her body.  Then she heard some faint conversation from down
the corridor.  They exited the cell and he led her, nude, down the stairs
to the arena.  The girl concentrated on the textures of the various
surfaces under her bare feet.  She had never felt anything like this.
Suddenly a vast wave of sound beat upon her and she staggered.  The man
supported her and led her on into the arena, where the noises of the crowd
seemed like a vast ocean roar.  The late afternoon sun was so dazzling she
blinked like an owl caught in a spotlight.   

Heather had never attended any executions before so this was all new to
her.  Once she saw the crowd, she was amazed.  She had not expected such a
large turnout; it appeared to be standing room only, which it probably was.
The executioner led her out to the center of the arena and motioned for her
to turn around so that everyone could get a good look at her.  While doing
so, she realized that the drink was beginning to take effect.  Her skin was
becoming quite warm and tingly and she felt herself losing control of her
muscles.  After her display, Heather was held gently in place by the
executioner.  All went relatively quiet and Heather wondered what was
happening.  Then she heard a rumble to her right and she slowly turned her
head to see, fighting against her loss of muscle control.  A large platform
was being wheeled into the arena.  On it was a structure of some sort,
draped in black cloth.  It advanced slowly, pushed by attendants, until it
reached the center of the old playing field.  TV monitors were placed
around it to cover all angles and lights were focused.  A mobile three-step
staircase was positioned at one end, the end nearest the two humans
standing there. 

When the technicians were satisfied with the arrangement, the cloth was
slowly removed.  The crowd stared, stultified at first.  Several fainted.
Then the announcer was explaining over the broadcast system that this was
the first use of this instrument of execution.  He explained to the crowd
what was going to happen, but Heather was staring befuddled and appeared
not to hear. 

The cage upon the platform was glass, or a clear plastic.  There were two
compartments actually, separated by a grill of clear material.  One, the
one nearest Heather, was empty, and had a doorway facing the stairs up.
The other appeared to be empty also, at first, except for a multicolored
rug.  It was a larger compartment.  The announcer detailed the great
accomplishments of the state's genetic engineering programs; the large beef
cattle, the improved poultry.  This, he announced, was the first success
with the reptile species.  The rug stirred and slowly uncoiled itself.  It
was a python, the announcer explained, that had been altered genetically.
Not only was it huge, but its skin was transparent.  The crowd could see
internal organs pulsating and rippling, as the snake unwound.  It appeared
to be all stomach cavity, with pink tendrils lining the internal cavern.  A
stripe of opaque color ran the length of its body from between the eyes to
the end of the torso.  The eyes gleamed black and the tongue was a
brilliant red, flicking in and out.  After the stomach cavity, the internal
organs were a somber black.   The snake began to restlessly test the limits
of its captivity, expanding its thirty-five-foot length.  Several more
people fainted. 

The pale man tightened his grip on the girl's arm and led her toward the
stairs.  "Remember, there will be no pain.  The snake will use an
anesthetic on you.  First, you will feel intense pleasure; then it will be
like falling asleep.  I'm sorry."  The girl tried to smile reassuringly at
him, but failed miserably.  She was carried up the stairs and placed in the
smaller chamber, while the announcer droned on about the necessity of
purging the community of criminals.  The technicians cleared away.
Somewhere, someone pushed a button and the grill between the two
compartments began to sink into the floor of the platform.  The girl, no
longer able to stand, was viewable on the monitors as a mass of pale flesh
in the far corner of the smaller chamber. 

Within seconds, the python started to move, his extraordinarily long,
forked tongue flicking out and sampling the air.  The attractant that was
one component of the gel coating the girl was effective.  He rapidly found
his prey and started to move toward her.  Once he was a few feet from her,
he stopped and seemed to just look at her for a while.  Then he shot out
his tongue, wrapped it around her legs, and began to pull her toward him.
The tongue was smooth and not slimy at all, to Heather's surprise.  It felt
cool on her overheated skin.  One end of the fork, either deliberately or
by chance landed directly on her pussy.  It started to insinuate itself
between the folds of her cunt and then to gradually penetrate her vagina,
seeking the source of the special unguent used in the girl's cunt.  Heather
was both frightened and surprisingly eroticized by what was happening.  She
could feel herself being dragged across the floor toward the python's
mouth, which terrified her.  At the same time the part of the tongue in her
vagina, which was by now worming around quite vigorously, was exciting and
she felt her pussy juices begin to flow in copious amounts.

Within a minute, she had a powerful orgasm that, due to the drug, was only
externally detectable by her increased rate of breathing.  But, internally
she was on fire.  Slowly, but surely, she was drawn closer and closer to
the python's mouth.  He seemed to be in no hurry to consummate their
relationship.  Finally, after what felt like ages, but was really only
about ten minutes, her feet reached what passed for lips.  During this
time, his tongue had continued its exploration of her insides.  The very
tip of it had even penetrated her womb that, to her amazement, was nearly
as sensitive as the rest of her.  As it twisted around in there, another
orgasm resulted.  Then, she felt the other fork beginning ingress of her
ass.  It slipped in very easily and gradually propelled its way deeper and
deeper into her bowels.  As the python's tongue continued its maneuvers,
Heather felt she would die of pleasure long before she was eaten.  She
thought, "If it feels this good on the outside, I wonder what the inside is
going to feel like.”  And, if the truth had been known, she began looking
forward to finding out. 

Heather's feet were pulled into the entrance of the python's mouth.  As the
tongue pulled her, she felt her legs slipping effortlessly inside.  To her
wonderment, the python's mouth was warm and soft.  To get her further
inside, the tongue withdrew itself from inside of her.  She nearly cried
when that happened, but before she could respond at all, the tongue had
wrapped itself around her torso and continued the slow, inexorable drawing
of her body to its doom.  When her waist had passed the entrance to the
mouth, the python's tongue released its hold as the mouth closed around
her.  Her legs were already in the python's throat and the inside of the
python seemed to be sucking at her.  She would move out a bit, then in,
each time a bit deeper.  Ultimately, she had been drawn in to her neck and
there the snake stopped for a second.  He seemed to take a deep breath and
with another effort, sucked her in completely.  Heather saw the mouth close
and realized she was entirely inside.  She felt the insides of the python
tugging at her and she rapidly slid past the throat and into the stomach.
It was warm and wet and when the stomach began a rhythmic rolling up and
down her body, coating it with a mucous-like material, her sensitized skin
responded and she felt herself getting turned-on again.  To her
astonishment, she did not have any trouble breathing.  After a short stay
in the stomach, Heather continued to be drawn further into the python.  By
now, the crowd could see on the close up monitors a cylinder of flesh
within a cylinder of flesh.  The girl's bald head glistened with gel and
mucous.  One of her arms was raised over her head and her breasts were
clearly visible.  Her lower body was slowly being drawn further into the
digestive system.  The sensations of warmth and tingling and rippling
musculature were intensifying and the girl reached orgasm over and over
again as the drugs liberated her mind from reality.  Her last coherent
thought was that she was entirely made up of nerve endings, reaching
outward into infinity. 

Her feet slid into the entrance to the intestine and it began a kind of
massaging movement, which felt both extremely erotic and continued to draw
her into the intestine.  After her waist passed the entrance, she felt a
couple penis-like extensions nudge at her cunt and anus.  As she slid in
further, so did the appendages.  One slithered past her pussy lips and into
her vagina and slowly penetrated it completely.  It didn't stop upon
encountering her cervix, but pushed on into her womb.  None of this hurt,
in fact, Heather throbbed with sexual delight and had another couple of
orgasms.  The probe at her asshole also wormed its way in, she felt it
travel through her bowels, and on into her lower intestine, it seemed as if
it would never stop.  Once she was completely in the intestine, her
movement stopped.  The massaging continued and digestive fluid was applied
to the interior of her body, but she no longer moved further into the
python.  A third probe insinuated itself into her mouth.  As it thrust
itself at her lips, she found herself willingly allowing entrance.  It slid
past her tongue and into her throat, where it halted.  Heather felt it
ejecting some liquid that ran down her throat and into her stomach.  The
digestion had begun. 

After Heather had been entirely swallowed, the audience was invited to come
down into the arena for a closer look.  Some, afraid of snakes stayed where
they were, but most accepted the invitation and in a short time quite a
crowd had gathered around the python.  Because of the python's
translucence, they could follow events pretty well.  They saw her progress
through the stomach and partially into the intestine.  They saw her stop
and the ones who were able to continue watching saw her gradually shrink as
she was being digested.  The covering of gel seemed to glow over her flesh.
Most watched and when questioned said they had never seen anything quite so
fascinating. 

Back inside the python Heather's ordeal continued.  Although she could not
feel it, the probes in her womb and intestine were also ejaculating
digestive fluid.  She was gradually dissolving, both from the juices
applied by the intestinal walls and by the liquid injected into her
insides.  She could tell it was happening, but she had accepted her fate
and was as much a participant as victim at this stage.  Surprisingly
enough, even as her abdomen disintegrated, she experienced another, strong
orgasm from the movements within her.  As more fluid was pumped down her
throat, she found herself readily swallowing it and even sucking on the
penis-like appendage.  She had lost sight by this time and didn't remember
breathing for a long time.  She felt her eardrums giving way and shortly
after that, she thought she felt liquid seeping into her skull.  She was
right, there was very little left of her body and the time had come for the
denouement.  The fluid, which was ravishing her brain, had a side effect of
stimulating her pleasure center and although there wasn't enough left of
her to have a physical orgasm, she couldn't tell.  She felt sensations she
had never felt before and experienced the best orgasm of her life.  She
felt less and less connected to the universe and then she was dead. 

Most of the spectators left right after Heather's death, but some stayed
around until she had been completely liquefied.  Then they too left.  The
python was returned to its enclosure and the arena was cleaned up in
preparation for the next day's executions.  There was no need to remove
Heather as there was nothing left to remove, not even bones. 

THE END