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