Sexecution #1 -- My Last Day – Lee Anne(MF/f, con, execution, snuff, no
torture) By CHMakoto - copyright 2009

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If you don't like to read about people dying, even voluntarily, than don't 
read this.

I wish to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of my partner in editing,
providing ideas and criticism, but any fault rests on me.  These stories
are not based on real people, living or dead and any similarity is strictly
coincidental.  The sexual behavior in the stories is not something I would
encourage in real life.  This fictional world has no STDs and women can
easily prevent pregnancy.  Unfortunately, our world is not that lucky yet.

Feel free to repost this story, but I retain copyright and please attribute
CH Makoto.
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Sexecution #1 -- My Last Day – Lee Anne

Hello, allow me introduce myself; my name is Lee Anne and you are about to
experience my sexecution.  Through the magic of modern technology, my
thoughts and feelings, till the moment of my death, and beyond were
recorded.  The sexecution was not held in public, but it was broadcast and
filmed for later distribution.  You are about to watch and hear the events
surrounding my termination.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

In case you’re from the outside, I’ll provide some context to the events
you are about to witness.  I am guilty of no crime.  Because of the
entertainment value and the income these sexecutions bring our government,
if there are no women guilty of a capital crime (very rare) available,
lotteries are held to select victims.  There are two performed each week,
scattered around the world.  The eastern and western hemisphere each has
one to account for time differences, but they are broadcast simultaneously.
One hundred and four sexecutions are done every year.  Only women are
selected, as almost no one was interested in the few male sexecutions that
were televised and that idea was quickly dropped.  I will admit having
watched many of them (although always alone, being a bit embarrassed) and
while I wasn’t always sure it was totally enjoyable for the victim, I had
no trouble having many orgasms myself.  Clearly, it regularly is quite
agreeable for the victim as was obvious from the body language and the
dripping cunts on the screen.  Women being sexecuted for capital crimes are
put to death in public, often a stadium, but lottery winners are terminated
in private.  I am a lottery winner.

By the way, the women selected by the lottery are all volunteers.  Anytime
after you turn thirteen, you can sign-up for the lottery, though you are
allowed to start watching sexecutions at the age of ten.  Once signed up,
you are eligible for seven, for your first enrollment, or ten years,
subsequently, and then are dropped from the rolls unless you re-enroll.
You may not dropout during any eligibility period.  At age forty, you are
automatically dropped.  I think I viewed the full age range one time or
another.  Why would one sign up, you may ask?  Well, at your first
enrollment you are paid $500,000 and if you are selected for sexecution,
your next of kin or whomever you designate will also get $500,000.  These
numbers double at each re-enrollment.  With around 250,000 women signed up
at any one time, the odds aren’t too bad.  In my case, the danger was also
an incentive.  Ever since I can remember, I have been sticking my neck out,
so-to-speak.  Moreover, to be honest the whole thing became increasingly
erotic as I watched more and more of the sexecutions.

I signed up on my thirteenth birthday.  My family was like, totally against
it, but under the law, I had the right to do it.  I was nearly seventeen
when my number came up.  The government applies a tattoo to your inner
thigh when you sign-up to indicate your availability and, in case you
change your mind and try to escape, that can also be detected.  There is no
reasonable possibility of escape from the world, since all passports and
visas are checked at the spaceports against tattoos.  If anyone has
actually escaped successfully lately, it has not been reported, only that
the lottery winners are eventually captured.  The payment to their next-of-
kin is then forfeited and they are not given the promised sexecution, but
are simply hung, in private, with no record of the event.  Their bodies are
cremated and scattered as opposed to being returned to their family for
burial.  Effectively they just simply cease to exist.  Therefore, attempts
at escape are extremely rare.

It's about time for them to come for me, so I'll describe myself.  I am
sixteen years old, about a month shy of my seventeenth birthday.  I’m 173
centimeters tall with hair that is almost waist-length and I have hazel
eyes.  My ‘important’ measurements are ninety-one, sixty-nine, ninety-six
with a ‘B’ cup size; not perfect, but I've never had any complaints.  My
hair is chestnut-brown and my features have been described by friends and
lovers as ‘regular’, ‘classic’, and ‘Madonna-like’.  I don’t know the last
term; it was mostly used during the ‘seduction phase’ by my lovers.  I like
working out so I'm fairly well toned and I think I have lovely legs;
they're my favorite part.  My calves are firm and look as if I wear heel,
even when I’m not and my thighs are not carrying any penalty weight, but
are full and womanly.  I have always walked a lot, which also keeps me
toned and sculpts my lovely bubble butt, if I do say so myself.  I tan well
and my skin color is even, except for my tan lines.  During the summer
months, I tan as much of the exposed parts as I have time to.  I’ve always
kept my tops and bottoms on as I think tan lines look sexy, as do most of
my friends.  We had one friend who managed to tan all over, as we saw
during the communal shower after PE class, but we were so amazed that none
of us asked how she managed it.  Even though sex is not forbidden, or even
discouraged, public nudity is not approved of; perhaps to titillate us more
during the sexecution episodes, as many of them are performed nude or
nearly so.  Although thinking about it, public nudity has been a no-no from
long before the advent of the Lottery.  I have even, regular nails;
generally with a French manicure.  I have slightly lush lips, average
eyelashes, clean and arched eyebrows.  My pubic hair is nonexistent, partly
since that is the current style, but mainly because I love the smooth, soft
feeling when I slide my fingers over and through my vaginal mound.  When
thinking about it, my cunt does resemble the proverbial clam, a nice
slightly puffy mound around a crack, which hides the inside rather well.  I
have to spread my legs quite a bit before the lips open to show a very
slippery when wet inside.  Sometimes I get embarrassed that I easily get
wet in ‘the slot of my sex’.  I think I am a fairly average young woman,
but I am destined for an anything but an average death.

I was fed well last night (ah, the last supper so-to-speak) and they must
have put something in the drink since I actually slept, even as excited as
I was.

This morning they provided me with a hot bath with my choice of many
lovely-smelling bath salts and lotions.  I had never seen such luxurious
creams and sampled them all before using a bath salt and lotion called
Gardenia.  What it refers to I don’t know.  I washed my hair and since it
air-dried, it waved.  For many years, I had tried to straighten my long
hair, but it always falls into loose waves when I’m not paying attention.
My lovers always said they liked it that way, but they may have been being
polite.

I dress in a baby blue linen shift, which has a zipper down the back.  I've
got on a very, very sheer white bra and a pair of sheer to-the-waist white
pantyhose along with a pair of black Baby Jane shoes.  That's it.  No
panties, jewelry or anything else (virginal seems to be the theme today).

I don't know what's to be done to me.  That’s standard operating procedure
for these sexecutions.  The Sexecution Board is very inventive.  For all
the ones I’ve seen myself they always have managed to come up with
something at least a little different each time, so I'll just have to wait
and see.  I am sooo excited!!  I was a little worried that I might freak
out or something, but I am still looking forward to the event.  I feel I
made the right choice signing up.  I certainly have had my fun watching
others and now it is my turn.  Having all that extra cash was fun too, I’ve
been able to get things and go places I might not have otherwise.

They're here!!  They've just unlocked the door to the room I’ve been kept
in since reporting and are coming in now.  I'm keyed up and to tell the
true a little scared.  I can feel a slight amount of sweat dribbling from
my underarms.  There are two of them today.  They're both dressed in black
body stockings with masks on.  I can tell one is a woman and the other is a
man, if for no other reason than the crotch areas of both body stockings
are missing.  Even under the compression of the stocking, the woman’s boobs
are quite noticeable.  The man’s penis looks to be capable of probing the
depths of wherever it goes.  I can't help staring at their exposed private
parts, which, like most people nowadays are hairless and wondering why that
particular area has been exposed on them.  Perhaps having sex with me is
part of the sexecution scenario.  It certainly has been before.  The woman
interrupts my thoughts and asks if I'm ready.  In what I hope to be a calm
voice, I answer, “yes.”  They direct me out of the room into the hallway.
We walk down the hallway to a room marked "SEXECUTIONS."  This is where
it's going to be done.  The man opens the door but suddenly I can’t move my
feet.  The woman murmurs, “It won’t hurt.  Trust us.”  Her voice is a
little husky and sounds very friendly.  I relax and remember that, to some
extent, this is my own idea.  Relatively calmly, I walk into the room.  

As we walk into the room, I take a look around.  It is painted a light rose
color and the walls are covered with artist’s renditions of previous
sexecutions, some of which I recognize.  Those were amongst my favorites.
I wonder how they chose which ones to put up?  There is soft lighting
around the ceiling.  There is some soft background music playing,
instrumental and I can’t identify it.  Then I catch myself, why am I trying
to identify the music?  There are two items in the room.  One is a strange
looking cushioned bench, maybe two to three meters long.  Out of one end
projects what look like foot rests.  At the same end, the cushioning is
much thicker than the other end is and the center of that cushion is
hollowed out.  At the bottom of the higher cushioned area, about one third
of the way down the bench there is what looks like a hinged back rest.
Sticking out from the top of the backside of the backrest are two cup-like
things at the end of long goose-necks.  There are five fairly wide straps
hanging off the side of the bench.  Four are below the backrest thingy and
one is above near the top of the hollowed out area.  That's all I can see
at first.

The sexecutioners, who have introduced themselves to me as Jack and Jill,
encourage me to look the bench over more closely.  It seems to be covered
in soft tan leather; although I have never really seen actual leather.  As
I get close, I see that there is a long slot in the lower half of the bench
and looking into it there are a couple of dildo looking items attached to a
hinged device.  Although they are currently well below the top of the bench
surface, I have no doubt where they are to go.  One seems to be rubber; one
seems to be glass.  My anus muscles tighten involuntarily.  Many things
have been in my vagina; however, my butt is still sacrosanct.  Not tonight,
it seems.  There seems to be control panel of some sort at the head of the
bench, with several buttons and knobs.  Nothing I see looks like it could
be used to kill me.  My curiosity is aroused as I realize that I am about
to experience another inventive termination.

The other item in the room looks like a standard hospital gurney.  I
suppose that's where I shall be deposited after.  I shiver at the thought
despite it being quite warm in the room.  Couldn’t they have left it
outside until...after?  Then, I blush a little as I realize that just the
sight of the gurney has excited me.  Knowing my lifeless body is destined
to be lying there keys me up and I reflexively rub my thighs together.  I
feel and hear the soft rustle of nylon on nylon and know my pussy is
beginning to lubricate.  What a pervert I am!!  I don't see any cameras,
but with modern miniaturization, I suppose I shouldn't have expected to see
any.

Jill (is that really her name?) speaking softly, tells me it's time to
begin.  She walks behind me, caresses my shoulders and the upper swells of
my breasts, stopping barely shy of the nipples.  Then with what turns out
to be the theme of this affair; very slowly unzips my dress and slips it
off my shoulders.  It falls to the ground making a little circle around my
feet.  She slides her hands over my butt and down my thighs, before
allowing them to slide away from my body.  The contact causes me to start a
little, and I expect that I’ll next feel my bra being undone and removed,
but she does not take off anything else.  I wonder why only the dress has
been stripped off?  That strikes me as strange.  As sheer as the bra and
pantyhose are and since I follow the modern fashion with a totally hairless
pussy nothing is left to the imagination, the lingerie still prevents
direct access to my naughty bits.  So, am I not to be nude as usual and
perhaps I am not to be penetrated after all?  But, then why are there
dildos?  I can’t believe they’re there just for show.  Maybe the man will
finish the stripping later.  Her hands are warm as they slowly outline the
cheeks of my ass and after that; Jill gives a slight probe in-between my
legs, which I impishly push back against.  She leisurely slides her hand
along my pussy and whispers, “Soon, very soon,” in my ear and I can feel
the hair on the back of my arms stand up a little at the implication.

Jill then walks over to the bench and folds the backrest looking thing
forward to where it comes to rest on the very top of what is clearly the
head end of the bench.  I am directed to lie down on the bench with my head
in the cutout in the upper cushion.  I move very slowly toward the bench.
My breasts jiggle a bit in the bra causing my nipples to slide inside it
just a little.  The sudden slight friction on my flesh sends a surge into
my belly.  Wow, how could just a bra do that?  That’s certainly never
happened before!  I feel the muscles of my pelvis tense in response.  At
that moment, the erotic potential that my death carries causes me to shiver
a bit, my nipples to harden and I rub my thighs together again.  I become
aware of the intense sexual heat impending in the situation.  I know that
my sexecution will bring most of the audience to climax either by their own
ministrations or under the tender caresses of their friends.  I begin to
anticipate their arousal, and am aroused by it myself.  It becomes a matter
of pride to me.  Triggered by the wall drawings, several of the sexecutions
I’ve seen flash through my mind.  I am about to be killed for the enjoyment
of the viewers and hopefully myself!  My emotions swing wildly; from fear
to arousal, back to fear, back to arousal.  In the end, my arousal wins
out.  How can arousal overcome fear?  That’s not for me to say, but it
does. 

I arrive at the bench, think about kicking off my shoes, but don’t.  If
they want them off, I’m sure they will be removed at the appropriate
juncture.  Little by little and erotically as possible, I lower myself onto
the platform of my death.  I start on my hands and knees, thrusting my
rounded rear into the air and holding it there for awhile to insure the
viewers get time to inspect the scene.  The pantyhose pull tight against my
pussy lips as excitement surges through me and I rub my breasts from side
to side against the bench top.  I feel my nipples harden even further and
my labial lips slide easily back and forth from their fluid.  It’s hardly
started, but I’m on the verge of cumming already!  Eventually I roll over,
placing my head in the cutout and laying my arms by my side.  Spreading my
legs slightly I place them on either side of the slot.  Then I wait.  I can
see down my body, thanks to the slightly elevated portion, all the way to
my shoes, which make charming contrast to the pantyhose.  My mound makes a
small rise I see through the pantyhose.  I observe that Jack has moved and
is standing at the foot end of bench, watching me.  He certainly has a nice
view.  I notice he is more than semi-aroused.  

I don’t have long to wait.  Jill comes over and touches a button on the
control panel.  A pair of u-shaped clamps emerges from the bench top and
encircles my forearms, fastening them down.  They are quite soft and give a
little.  Next, she raises the backrest back into place.  My head rests in
the cutout on the high padded end of the bench, with the backrest looking
partition between my lower two thirds and me.  The padding is slightly
lower than my face.  It feels a little like lying in water just shallow
enough to not cover my face.  The partition is u-shaped and I can still
look down and see the lower part of my body.  Jill starts securing the rest
of me to the bench, beginning with my legs.  The first straps go around my
calves, one for each, which pull my legs slightly more apart.  Next, the
thigh straps are secured, advancing the opening between my legs, although
the opening is not very large and I am not the least bit uncomfortable.
The next strap goes across my hips and the last strap below the backrest is
fastened just below my breasts.  I test my confinement and discover that
the straps are a little stretchy, which allow some small movement, although
I certainly am not going anywhere.  The bondage has the effect of causing
my pussy to moisten even further, as though it's anticipating something
good.  The last strap of all travelled over my forehead, which pretty
firmly fixes my head in place.  I am somewhat disappointed that I can no
longer peer down my body.  Then comes a surprise.  Directly above me, inset
in the ceiling, is a set of video monitors, which activate at that moment. 
In the center monitor, I can see all of me stretched out on what I start to
think of as the sexecutioner’s bench and the sight raises my sexual heat
even further.  Another monitor provides a close-up of my genitals and a
third is zoomed in on my face, which has a faintly flushed look.  I can see
what the viewers see.  This victim is already clearly enjoying the
performance.  Who has not thought about being helpless during a sexual
encounter?  Voluntarily of course, but once entered into, restrained, so as
to add to the pleasure and the arousal.

Jill walks to the head end of the bench and manipulates something on the
control panel.  I hear the whine of a motor starting and the main video
changes to a close-up of the area between my legs.  Ah, modern technology;
no visible cameras, but I have best seat in the house.  The dual dildos
start very slowly upwards.  I am curious to see how they are supposed to
penetrate me, what with my pantyhose still in place and no action by the
sexecutioners to move or remove them.  As the dildos come closer, so does
view of one of the monitors.  Closer and closer my supposed penetrators
come.  There are visible signs of wetness on my labia and on the crotch of
the pantyhose.  My pussy apparently has a mind of its own.  Not that I
cared.  If anything, I am trying to figure a way to speed them up or at
least get my pussy closer.  I strain at the restraints, moving slightly,
but can’t hold the position.  I remember the broadcast occurring and wonder
how many have cum already.  I am sure that it is obvious how much I am into
the event.  It used to surprise me when I would see a victim clearly trying
to help with her own demise.  But, here I am trying to do the same.  The
dildos glisten with lubricant, as if it will be needed.  Time seems to slow
down as they creep ever closer.  Finally, they lightly touch the surface of
my pantyhose.

Now there comes another surprise.  As the first dildo, the glass one,
slowly presses into me, the nylon, or at least what I thought was nylon,
begins to smoothly stretch and conform itself to the dildo.  The dildo
knocking at my pussy is the first to penetrate taking the pantyhose right
along with it.  The glass cools my cunt through the material.  The
pantyhose don't tear, they don't even feel tighter, and the fabric forms a
sheath inside of the sheath of my vagina.  As the pantyhose material enters
me, it rubs along my vaginal walls, which respond with sensations I didn’t
know they were capable of.  The material seems to allow lubricant, both the
dildo’s and mine, to pass through; there is no dryness due to the fabric.
My excitement spirals upwards and I have an orgasm.  I feel the familiar
spasms of pleasure as my muscles cycle through the crest and aftermath.
The stretchiness of the straps allows me to arc up off the bench a bit.
I’ve never watched myself have an orgasm before.  So nice!!  The second
dildo, which I can see is independent of and not connected to the first,
has yet to enter my rear.  I might not have noticed if it had.  At that
moment, I’m not noticing much of anything except the exquisite pleasure
from the glass and nylon sliding along my vaginal walls.

Surprise three.  Now I understand why my pantyhose weren’t removed.  The
fabric isn’t thin nylon, or even silk, it is a material called sensi-skin. 
Only that material could behave this way.  I'd heard rumors of such a
material, but didn't know it actually existed.  The more pressure is
applied and the more it slides, the more it stimulates the nerves
responsible for sexual pleasure.  I had been told that condoms made of this
material went for fabulous prices and I begin to understand why.  To think
that a pair of pantyhose and probably a bra has been custom made of this
stuff just for my sexecution!  I had been surprised that I orgasmed so
easily.  I usually need some clitoral stimulation, but the sensi-skin
eliminates the need for that, along with the super-sensitivity my clit
usually gets from cumming.  The dildo in my pussy continues pushing forward
until it can go no further without actually entering my uterus.  Then it
stops, somehow programmed to detect the maximum depth of my vagina.  I take
a quick glance up at the monitor and gasp a little.  There is still a fair
amount of the dildo outside my pussy.  They’re not planning on thrusting
that thing further into me, are they?  Just the thought of having my womb
penetrated nearly brings on another climax.

At that moment, the other dildo begins its inexorable journey.  Looking at
the screen, I can see the outside of the dildo glistening with lubricant
and as the pressure gradually increases on my anus, my fear that the
invasion of the rear entrance will be painful diminishes considerably.  I
am glad to have cum already as that helps relax me.  Trying my best not to
clamp down, I watch, engrossed, as my anus slowly gives way and allows the
dildo entrance to the forbidden zone for the first and obviously last time
in my life.  Once again, the pantyhose material expands easily to go along
with the dildo.  The walls of my rectum, like my vagina, are providing
sensations wholly new to me.  Between the sensi-skin and the lubricant, not
only is there no pain, but my excitement starts upwards once again.  I
catch myself pressing against, not pulling away from the insistent prodder.

Ever so slowly, the dildo continues its journey, pulling a little out and
then advancing again as I lay  there panting, until they both seem to be
fully seated in me.  I am sighing and moaning nearly continuously now.  I
wouldn’t stop this now even if I could.  My womb has yet to be penetrated
but, short of that, I feel as fully filled as I think possible.  Another
half centimeter would be too much and a half centimeter less would be too
little.  I am on the brink of another orgasm when they stop.  I give out an
extremely sad moan.  Once again, I wait.  Time passes but, for awhile,
nothing further happens.  The main monitor view stays fixed on my crotch
and I can see my pussy actually starting to drip fluid.  Such a naughty
cunt!!  Then, very, very gradually I feel the pressure increase on the
entrance to my womb.  ‘They’re going to do it!’ runs through my mind as I
wonder if will even be possible.  At first, it seems my uterus is trying to
refuse entry as I feel it move upward in me.  Then, slowly, oh so slowly I
feel my cervix open and start to slide down over the head of the intruder. 
The sensations are colossal.  My mind seems to be going into overload as my
pleasure center goes into overdrive.  Spots appear before my eyes and I
think I might black out from the feelings.  I am cumming nearly
continuously.  Slowly but surely the penetration increases until just as I
feel contact with the top of my womb, movement stops.  I look at the
monitor and see that full penetration has been achieved and my pussy lips
are mashed against the base of the dildo.  The anal dildo is likewise at
its maximum depth.  I am stuffed as never before.  I try to move against
the devices, hoping to cum again.  But, I am as firmly fixed into place as
a butterfly with a pin through it.  I can neither help nor hinder the
events.  But, it matters not.  Already I have had more sexual pleasure
today than in my entire previous life.  And girls start early here.

Unknown to me, my performance is driving the ratings up and up.  The
producers are very happy, as the climax, in more than one way, is still a
long way off.  

I am given a few minutes to catch my breath and then Jill moves toward me. 
For just a second I wonder if I am to be fucked to death by killer dildos. 
As powerful as my orgasms had already been I am sure they could do the job.
Then she stops near my feet, reaches out and takes Jack’s cock in her hand,
seems to give it a gentle squeeze and then looks at me.  This lasts for
just a second, long enough for me to realize that he yet has a role to play
in this as well.

She turns back to me and starting with my ankles, Jill gently, slowly runs
her hands over my entire body as I sigh with contentment.  She softly
squeezes my breasts, tweaking my nipples just a bit.  As I suspected, the
bra is made of sensi-skin too.  If I hadn’t just come out of orgasmic
overload, I’m sure I’d cum again.  In the event, I simply start to get
electrified again.  She reaches behind the back of the partition, and one
of the monitor views switches to my breasts.  I had totally forgotten about
the devices attached to the backrest, the goosenecks with the cups on the
end.  The cups come into view and she presses them down onto my breasts,
centered on my nipples, covering my large areole and extending almost down
to my chest.  My breasts are slightly indented from the pressure of the
rims, but in no way is it uncomfortable.  The material over my nipples
stretches slightly to accommodate the cups.  The force causes my nipples to
instantly spring to attention, but instead of being flattened by the
material, it accommodates them as well, form fitting itself to the outside.
Over the edge I go cumming strongly and giving the audience quite a show, I
am sure.  I squirm and buck as the spasms sweep over me, but being as
impaled as I am not much motion is possible.  That adds to my feeling of
helplessness and frustration, but to the eroticism as well.  I am truly a
captive participant and thanks to the monitors overhead, part of the
audience as well.

Again, time seems to stop.  I lay there breathless, wondering what is next
and fully giving myself up to moment, (I’m such a bad girl).  My focus is
on my breasts and pussy, feeling used and replete.  At this point in a
night of lovemaking, I would sigh happily, turn over, and go to sleep.  But
this is no normal night.  And a wave of regret sweeps through me; I wish
this could go on forever, but I might have had my final orgasm.  Not to
mention feeling.  I should have known better.  The night is still young!!
Jill returns to the control panel and busies herself setting up the next
round.

What comes next is that although the dildos and breast cups have caused me
to cum, they have yet to show their full potential.  First one cup starts
to vibrate and suction my left breast.  Up it goes, threatening to enter
the piping, sensi-skin and all.  I gasp, but before I can really respond,
the dildo impaling my pussy and womb starts to vibrate.  The combination is
too much and I cum immediately.  They switch off as I twitch and moan.  As
I lay there panting once again, unable to move I close my eyes, willing
this to be more than an unusual dream.  Then the rubber dildo in my anus
starts to warm up and vibrate.  When the right breast cup starts its own
sucking, I hardly notice.  I am deep into another spasm of pleasure;
another incoherent timeless spasm.  The dildos start to move in and out,
slow, short thrusts to begin with, but gradually the strokes become longer
and longer until they are nearly exiting my body.  Sometimes they move in
sync and sometimes one would be pulling out while the other is pushing in. 
The sensi-skin seems to be infinitely flexible and stays on the intruders
like a condom.  I hear the squishy sounds coming from my genitals and it
makes me higher still, if that is even possible.  My boobs seem to be
nearly sucked into the piping, but without pain, just a very curious
feeling, which sometimes is all I feel when the dildos are motionless.  My
breasts alone, I find, can give me climaxes, “Ya learn something every
day,” went through my mind and I giggle and peak at the same time.  This
goes on and on and on.  I never know which combination will be next;
sometimes all four, sometimes none at all.  My clit is never given more
than a glancing blow by the base of the glass dildo, but I find I don’t
need it stimulated.  I am semi-hysterical with pleasure and nearly
exhausted.  My moans are growing weaker and my grasp on reality is almost
gone.  I am all sensation, almost no thoughts. I struggle to remember where
I am.  “Perhaps I really am to be fucked to death!!  Ahhhhh!!”  Eventually
the torture of my naughty bits comes to a temporary end.

For the first time Jack moves from his station at the foot of the bench.
He comes over, climbs up onto the bench at my head, and sits with his legs
straddling my head and his feet in the footrests as I see in one of the
monitors that is displaying the upper bench area.  This places his penis in
an interesting proximity to my mouth.  A message appears on a video screen,
"No biting, OK?  Blink twice to indicate your concurrence” (he knows I am
no longer capable of coherent speech).  I hesitate just a second, not
really understanding, why would I bite?  Then blink twice as requested.  He
is fully aroused and as well endowed as any lover I have had.  He smells
faintly of cum.  I want to crane my neck and engulf him, but my head is
fastened down, leaving all the initiative to him.  A feeling of
helplessness overcomes me and I am faintly afraid, but too tired and
aroused for the feeling to be other than fleeting.

He reaches down and moves his penis to my lips.  I readily open my mouth
and he begins to slowly insert his penis into my oral cavity.  I thought
they had run out of surprises, but just as my tongue touches the end of his
dick, the breast cups and dildos come alive again, but with differences.
The cups start chilling down and my nipples feel like ice has been applied.
The dildos both start to vibrate and slowly, but not too slowly, fuck me
again, in and out.  During my first fucking once the glass dildo had left
my uterus, it did not return.  This time, however, it goes full stroke,
sliding through my cervix with ease and softly impacting the top of my womb
with every thrust.  The glass dildo also starts temperature cycling,
sometimes colder, sometimes warmer.  The sudden rush of pleasure catches me
off-guard and I open my mouth wider to let out a moan.  Jack is ready for
this and lunges forward with his hips thrusting his cock into me until it
exits my oral cavity and enters deep into my throat, not stopping until his
balls bounce off my chin.  Since he is hairless, there is no distraction
from the main event.  Once inserted, he holds himself in place for a few
seconds and then unhurriedly withdraws until my lips are touching the back
of the head of his dick.  In again he goes, slowly, steadily, back to full
depth again.  I have given oral sex before, but not like this.  I am
clearly just his fuck toy.  My tongue seems move on its own accord lapping
at him.  With all that is going on, it is good thing I am restrained or I
wouldn’t be able to hold still enough.  Orgasm after orgasm, climax after
climax, surges through me.  I wriggle for all I am worth.  I don’t know how
long the stimulation goes on.  Then suddenly his dick starts to throb and
pulsate on its own.  Jack starts cumming in mid-stroke into my mouth, then
thrusts in full length and finishes cumming down my throat, seemingly right
into my stomach.  He moves no more.

At first the intense sensations that are occurring to my chest and genital
organs overwhelm all else.  I know I have more orgasms before I notice that
he has stopped moving and is fully inserted.  I have not deep throated like
this before and I involuntarily begin a swallowing movement, milking the
last of his cum from him.  At about the same time I become aware that he is
plunged so deeply into my throat that I can no longer breathe.  Despite my
willingness to participate, my survival instincts kick in.  I continue to
swallow and suck hard and I try to move my head to the side all at the same
time to try to draw in some air, but to no avail.  Looking upward at the
video screens, I see my body is covered in sweat and it is clear that my
lips are sealed.  The monitor views display my face, my boobs and my
privates.  I don't even think of biting, if anything, I seal my lips
tighter around his dick.  Everything is so intense.  The machine is in full
fucking mode, sliding the pretend cocks into and out of my body while my
breasts are held fast, completely filling their enclosures.  Orgasm after
orgasm continues despite my lack of air.  My breasts freely jiggle around
and I can see my throat milking his penis as I try to get air through his
cock.  Finally, it starts to go black around the edges of my vision.  I’ve
always loved the taste of cum and as I am fading away, I can still taste
and feel his cum in my mouth.  

The erotic charge of the moment forces itself into my fading mind.  I
somehow feel the emotional response of the audience.  I feel my nipples
straining.  I feel my labial lips being pulled back and forth between my
twitching legs, my womb expanding as it is penetrated.  I feel my clitoris
straining for attention.  My ass muscles contract and release as I try to
open my anus even wider for the dildo moving there.  I know a sudden
unexpected rise in my mind's sexual centers.  I feel the desire for a last
climax throughout my being and welcome it as an undertone to the incredible
sensations in my body.  The orgasm swells deep in my belly, and rolls
across the black fog of my vision.  I focus on my sex, and the sensation of
release floods my awareness, overwhelming all of my other senses.  In the
quiet afterglow of my last climax, I distantly feel my body trembling
quietly and my organs as they begin to fail.  Nevertheless, the orgasm has
been so satisfying, that at that moment I cannot work up the energy to
care.

Slowly I open my eyes.  For a moment, I wonder if it has all been an
incredibly erotic dream.  However, no, I am still strapped down and
displayed for all to see on the bench.  The nipple cups and dildos are
quiet, but I am still impaled.  I feel exhausted and I am covered in sweat,
but I notice that I am still dripping fluid out of my worn out cunt.  I
wiggle my feet, curiously happy that my shoes are still in place.  For a
while, I am left alone with my incoherent thoughts.  Then gently, very
gently, the breast cups began to suck and release once again.  My eyes bug
out as I watch my boobs expand and shrink inside their containers.
Incredulously I know I am going up the ladder once more.  I can hardly
believe I have any sexual energy left, but I do.  A few minutes later, the
dildos start up again, with even longer strokes and faster this time.  My
rectum and womb are stretching to their limits, but not beyond.  Within
seconds, I am cumming.  And cumming and cumming as the sensi-skin and my
brain work to fry me.  There can’t be anything left in me.  I am ready for
anything, even to have the devices break through into my abdomen.  However,
the Sexecution Board has a different end planned.

I don't even notice Jill coming over, climbing up onto the bench and
settling into the same place Jack had been, replacing his penis with her
pussy.  In between one of the uncountable number of orgasms, I finally
detect her presence and notice that her cunt is within tongue reach.
Although I have never been with a woman, I certainly know what to do.  My
tongue snakes out and starts lapping at her pussy.  She looks down at me,
favors me with a broad smile and leans back.  The breast cups suddenly
chill down immensely causing me to gasp, the dildos fuck my overloaded
entryways and I lick for all I am worth.  Wetter and wetter we both get.
Some orgasms latter, I feel her shudder and I lick up and swallow a tasty
thin liquid.  Nothing stops, not the breast cups, not the fucking, not the
orgasms, not my squirming.  Soon I feel her orgasm again and shortly after
that, a new message appears on the monitor, ‘Good-bye!’ it says as she
slides slightly forward sealing my nose and mouth inside of her labial
lips.  Even through my sexual haze, I understand.  This time there will be
no waking up.  While high from the intense stimulations, I am not nearly as
out of control as during the session with Jack, which is how I want it to
be.  I don’t want to miss anything and it occurs to me that the audience is
certainly getting their money’s worth. 

My heart starts pounding, as momentarily I feel afraid again, knowing my
death is just minutes away.  Somehow that knowledge arouses me more than
frightens me and whatever fear I have is not enough to overcome all else
that is being done to me.  Jill slides back and forth slightly, wetting my
nose and lips with her fluid and tightening the seal.  The orgasms resume
just as I start sucking at her labia minora and vaginal entrance as though
I can get air there.  The smell is entrancing, but there is no air.  All
the sucking does is seal her pussy even tighter to my face and stimulate
her to another orgasm, which I feel as Jill twitches around my mouth and
nose.  Blackness starts to creep in again, but this time it's special.
Last time I was so sexually aroused I could hardly think.  This time I know
it's the end.  My heart pounds more and more and I’m not even sure if I am
aroused or afraid.  I use the last of my willpower and focus once again on
my sex.  It works and I coax one more fantastic orgasm from my being as my
body starts to tremble uncontrollably, the fog closes in, lights start
popping all across my vision and then I fade to black.  I hope you enjoyed
my death.  I sure did.  Good-bye indeed. 

As the audience is able to see, once Lee Anne loses consciousness the
straps that restrain her are automatically released, and then the breast
cups and the dildos withdraw.  Jill continues to sit on Lee Anne's face,
sliding gently back and forth, as Lee Anne’s body goes through its death
throes, her corpse squirming and wriggling, unconstrained now and coaxes
more orgasms for herself from Lee Anne’s thrashing about.  Lee Anne’s legs
kick out, her breasts jiggle and her pussy and anus continue clenching as
though looking for something.  Lee Anne had often had her best orgasms
during this part of the show and this audience is no exception, many of
them cumming more often and more strongly than they had thought previously
possible.  The normal number of women volunteering for the lottery triples
during the next week.  Lee Anne would have been proud.  Finally, many
minutes later, all is at last still and her body is moved to the gurney,
just as she had imagined, for return to her family for burial.  The event
ends with a last, slow camera sweep around Lee Anne's dripping cunt and
still warm remains.  One monitor displays her sweat-drenched face and the
small smile there.

THE END