Sexecution #2 – Well Filled and Electrified – Susan (F/F, cons, execution, snuff, electrocution, no torture) By CHMakoto - copyright 2009 ============================= Foreword: This is one in a series of stories I am writing exploring the erotic potential of death. The series is based on a parallel dimension planet Earth similar to ours in most ways, but has traveled a slightly different road to get where they are. Compared to this Earth, it is somewhat in the future. There is travel to the nearest stars, for example. Politically it's a free society, no secret police, rule of law prevails, no travel restrictions, etc. But, there is one twist; executions of females are carried out weekly (always on a Monday - ha, ha) and are televised and recorded, then edited for later sale. The women, unless guilty of a capital crime (very rare), are volunteers selected by a lottery. The age range of selectees is from 13 to 40 and one can enlist at any time during that age range. First enlistment earns the candidate $500,000, paid in advance and is for 7 years. The second and third enlistments are for 10 years each, up to the maximum age of 40 upon which the woman is automatically de-enrolled. At the second and third enlistments, the monetary reward doubles, so in theory a woman could collect a maximum of $3.5 million if she was enrolled for the full 27 years. If she were to be selected for termination, her designate would receive an amount equal to her last payment. The method of execution is up to the Lottery Board as they are going for maximum entertainment value and revenue. The only promise made to the enlistees is that the execution will not be excessively painful and that it will be sexually exciting. 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 #2 – Well Filled and Electrified – Susan It won’t be long now. I’m firmly strapped to the bench, just waiting for Carole to throw the switch, which will end my short life. I would have liked to hang around at least a bit more, but fate ruled otherwise. I say Carole, but it is I who chooses when to start the process. After all, I’m not some common criminal waiting for my just desserts or perhaps a reprieve from on high. I’m not even a lottery pick, a volunteer, but a volunteer that hopes to beat the system and walk away a rich woman. I recently saw a beautiful execution of a girl by the name of Lee Anne, which I enjoyed thoroughly along with my boyfriend. A memorable fucking that was, I thought he’d never stop. My insides were stirred in a unique way and for once, I partly understood what made them risk it all. But, I never intended to be in their shoes, it was strictly a form of entertainment; a little more arousing than most, but still just entertainment. When you are observing, you get caught up in the excitement and don’t really think that this is FINAL for the participant. Or if you do, it adds to the titillation. I suppose you are wondering that if I’m not a criminal and not a lottery ‘winner’, how I got to be on this bench kneeling and strapped ankles, upper calves, and waist to the various extensions. My stomach rests on a support that extends upward from the bench top. My breasts hang down freely with my nipples entrapped in rings that have wires running from them up the wall and out of sight. My hands are strapped about shoulder width wide into cuffs on the wall in front of me and my mouth envelopes a soft dildo that extends nearly to the back of my throat. Some sort of device enwraps my clitoris. And last, but by far not least, a pair of metal dildos attached to a bar hanging from a pair of poles extending from the wall are now invading my pussy and my butt, just waiting for the call for them to be put to use. With my mouth dildo-filled, I can’t move my head to see around me, but even that has been thought of. Inset into the wall at exactly the right height are a couple of video screens. One is currently showing an overall view of my predicament and the other is focused on my genitals. Just how did I get here? I wonder myself sometimes, ‘sigh’. So I’ll tell you the story, maybe it will help distract me. There, I’ve given Carole the signal to start the process. I’ve been told it’ll take a couple hours to finish me. As for all of these events, it’s being broadcast in real time and filmed for later distribution. My name is Susan, but you can call me Sue. I’m on the tall side at 178cm and perhaps with might be described a big butt and substantial thighs. Those never really worried me, at least not until I ended up on this contraption where they are so prominently displayed. My breasts, while not large are ample for their uses. I can often go without a bra without pain from the bouncing. My hair is very dark, nearly black, which I usually wear in a ponytail and my green eyes show well. Uhh, something is beginning to ooze out of the pseudo-penis in my mouth. Hmmm, it does taste good. In my bound position, I have no way to pull back off the device in my mouth so I start swallowing. The fluid has about the consistency of cum, but tastes much better. The output is slow enough that I can easily keep up with the flow, but steady enough that my throat is working full time. I wonder what it looks like from outside, my throat is probably convulsing away as I swallow whatever it is. After a little while, the seeping stops. I feel a faint buzz and wonder if it is from whatever I swallowed; a kind of dreamy feeling starts to soothe me. Nothing else is happening, so I’ll get back to how I ended up on this death machine. Go back about eight years with me. My best friend (Jennifer) had signed up for the lottery about the time she turned fifteen. I’m a couple years younger than she is, so I was thirteen at the time. I admit harassing her about signing up. I was like, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? You could be dead in a week and for what? Just to make a little money? What were you thinking?” and the like. Jenny tried to explain that her needs were immediate and the risk really wasn’t that high. I was having none of it and her action effectively ended our friendship, which I thought might have developed into something much more. I felt that I couldn’t invest the time in someone who could be executed for entertainment purposes. That didn’t stop me from watching them though; I just told myself I wouldn’t be watching when it was her turn, which has certainly turned out to be true. Hang on a second, those damn nipple rings have started up. Alternately squeezing and relaxing I feel my nipples stiffen and protrude. Holy cow, I just felt a jolt of voltage run between my breasts, causing them to bounce and me to shove back against the devices penetrating my vagina and rectum. Both them slide another inch or so into me. I try pulling back a little and receive a bigger jolt to my breasts, which stops once I slide back. I guess once in there is no retreat. I hear footsteps and out of the corner of my eye I see Carole, whose job was technically finished once she threw the switch starting my road to oblivion, walk over and sit down near me. In a bit of irony, she is dressed like a nurse, right down to her white hosiery and shoes. I suspect she can see my naughty bits pretty well from there. “You know we usually show the disrobing along with some sort of build-up so that late comers don’t miss too much,” she said. Carole started to gently fondle my breasts as she continued her speech. “But, you’re kind of in a special category so we decided to do things differently. The broadcast and filming didn’t start until the moment I threw the switch. The first thing the audience saw was my hand moving a lever from a position marked OFF to a position marked ON.” I shivered hearing that since I knew only too well, what the ON position meant for me. My mind also flashed back to all the times I saw a similar event while watching an execution and how just seeing the movement would cause my pussy juice to start up. Of all the things that happened to me over the last couple days, none was more surprising than my realization that my pussy had, just like at home, started to emit its fluid. As Carole’s hand moved from my breasts to my back then gliding down to caress my buttocks, I slid a little back and forth on the spikes impaling me and unlike before the motion was easy and smooth instead of catching and pulling on my vaginal walls and pussy lips. On the monitors, I see some fluid coating both my friendly artifacts. Based on what I had seen before I didn’t expect my termination to be painful, but I really didn’t think I would remotely enjoy it. It’s still too soon to tell, but my body seems to be determined to do otherwise. Carole starts to massage my mound with one hand while the other continues its exploration of my ass. I can see her fingers dip into my slit and sometimes, as if by accident, glance off my love button. I smell a familiar scent wafting up; the same scent whenever I made love with partners. I know from experience it will cling if I sample it with my finger; even after a cursory washing it is there, alerting the world. I slip back into my reverie on how this all came about as the familiar tingling in my genitals starts to build. Eight years had passed since Jenny had signed up for the Execution Lottery and although I occasionally saw and spoke a little with her, our relationship never really recovered. Then a few days ago, I got a knock on my door and when I opened it, there stood Jenny. She looked at me, tried to smile and then burst into tears. She said, “Please may I come in? You are the only one who can help me.” With that, she slipped to her knees and really started sobbing. I wondered what had happened to shake her composure so much; Jenny was not an excitable type. I held the door open further and waved her in. She rose, walked in and then nearly collapsed on the couch and the waterworks started up again. I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel my boobs flatten against her arm as I pulled her close. I realized then that she still meant a lot to me and I wished that I had not allowed us to drift apart. I start a bit as Carole spreads my ass cheeks, looks and comments almost to herself, “You know I think more of these could still fit.” I watch as Carole’s hand moves from my rear to the bar holding the dildos. Shortly after I feel both skewers (more accurately then I realized at the time) start to slide further into my intimate recesses. The one in my rectum slides in smoothly, but the one in my cunt encounters my cervix. Carole continues to apply pressure and gradually, reluctantly, my cervix opens and allows entry to my womb. Finally, just as pressure starts building on top of my rectum and womb I feel the bar, which the dildos hang from, press against the crack of my ass. My stiff, hard pseudo-penises can go no further. Full does not describe the feeling. Stuffed to nearly bursting is closer. Prior to the event I would have expected a good amount of pain from such abuse of my internal privates, but instead I find myself pressing back against the bar looking for more. The liquid I have been imbibing must have an analgesic effect. Some fluid must also be leaking out of the devices as I feel my inner reaches warming up. I feel a thin rivulet of sweat trace down my cleavage. Carole slides down to my feet and stroking gently massages the soles. She is continuing her caressing of my feet and I am able to return to my thoughts. Finally, I get Jenny to calm down a little and in between outbreaks, she gives me the story. The day before she came to see me, she had gotten her ‘report for execution’ notification. Sometime after volunteering, she had thought better of it, but since there was no way out, she had just waited. After five years without the now dreaded news, she had gotten married and by now has two children, a boy and a girl. Her husband had been killed in an accident last year and Jenny has been raising the kids on her own since. With eight of her ten years past, she had started to hope that maybe she’d luck out, as she had no intention of reentering the lottery. Then the bombshell of late last week. Carole has been gradually working her way up my legs and is stroking the insides of my upper thighs. My focus is forcibly drawn back to the part of me between my legs. Simultaneously the dildos penetrating me start slightly vibrating, press against me and then start a slow withdrawal. I watch, fascinated, as they move out of me. Their diameter is larger than I would have thought would fit if I hadn’t seen and felt them make their way into me. The one in my womb stops with the head still just inside my uterus and the one in my butt pulls out to where the very tip is all that remains inside. Then, faster now, they shove back in, back out, back in, continuing a steady fucking motion while Carole has returned to my breasts, tweaking the nipples, then gently squeezing the globes. 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. Carole releases my bosom and sits back to watch, but the dildos continue their regular fucking motion, in and out with the singular persistence of a machine. The methodical, steady pounding of the dildos has a hypnotic effect. In a short time, I feel I am continuously cumming, the unfeeling mechanism preventing any break in the stimulation. There are squishy sounds coming from my cunt and even from my ass. The noises seem to get louder and louder as though confirming the level of my excitement. I am watching the screens; the machinery noises, the squishy sounds and my unnoticed moans all seem to meld into a sound track. I decide that if ya gotta go this is sure a good way and with my skin tingling all over, I return to Jenny. After telling me of her predicament, Jenny takes hold of my arm and with the tears dripping from her cheeks asks me, “What am I to do? If I am executed, what will become of my children? I don’t want the state to get them. I mean not only do they get me, they get my children?! They’ll probably use them in some horrible experiment!!” Even though she is nearing hysteria, the remark about the state rings true. I had heard of the orphan children of other lottery ‘winners’ disappearing after their parents’ execution. No one inquired too closely. “Calm down, Jenny. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out. I humbly apologize for letting this lottery thing come between us. I realize now how much you’ve always meant to me and I promise to do what I can.” I replied, knowing that unless there was some loophole in the rules, she was doomed. “Please go home tonight and look after your kids. I’ll check into things and we’ll get together tomorrow to plan our strategy. When do you have to report?” I asked. “Next Tuesday.” “OK, that gives us four days. Please try not to worry; I’ll do anything to help.” I stood up and took hold of Jenny’s hand, drew her from the couch and kissed her firmly on the lips. “I still love you,” I whispered. “Thank-you, Sue. I have faith you’ll come up with something.” Jenny walked to the door, turned and gave a weak smile and left to look after her little ones. Suddenly the rings surrounding my nipples and clitoris start squeezing, releasing, and simultaneously giving me some small electric shocks. Fluid starts trickling out the penis in my mouth again and the infernal fucking machine picks-up the pace. Nearly every muscle in my body tenses as a massive orgasm hits me, then everything stops except the liquid dribbling into my mouth and down my throat. My beasts sway with my labored breathing and sweat is pouring off me. The drug is enhancing all my feelings of pleasure while suppressing any pain. I can see Carole gently massaging her own pussy through her panties while watching the show from a truly front row seat. A few minutes later just as I was catching my breath, the nipple rings start compressing and shocking my nipples, which spring to attention again. Shortly after that, the clit ring starts to do the same with the same result. I feel it elongate, harden, and send bolts of lightning to my brain. Another orgasm overtakes me; I feel the flush spread, my pussy moisten more (if that’s possible) and my toes curl tightly. As I descend from the peak, the devices in my pussy and ass start their plunging action again. I would have expected to be begging by now for a respite, but I think the fluid from the mouth dildo both calms my emotions and intensifies my senses, so even my fear is used to intensify the pleasure of the execution. I hear moaning sounds but no longer know if I am making them. Some soothing scent, like lavender, seems to have been sprayed throughout the room and I focus on it, breathing deeply. After several strokes, I feel my intruders lengthen, the strokes get longer but the impalers remain within my body. Just as I reach my next orgasm, the dildos plunge into me right up to their bar, but since they are longer now, they don’t stop at the tops of my womb and rectum. Instead, they burst through into my abdominal cavity. Then withdraw and plunge in again and again, then they stop. My eyes open wide as on the screen I see that the dildos must be at least sixty centimeters long and penetrating well into my abdominal cavity. Amazingly, there is no pain, though my insides feel all stirred up. My nipple and clit rings insure there is no fall off in stimulation though. I hear a click and then a kind of sucking feeling appears in my gut. It doesn’t hurt and in fact is mildly stimulating, not that I really need any more stimulation. I see a reddish liquid appear in the tubes leading from the devices in my pussy and ass. Carole stands up, moves over to Sue, and soothingly starts kneading her abdomen. Inside the extensions have sealed their exits from Sue’s womb and colon. The elongated probes are perforated with holes roughly a centimeter in diameter. A strong suction is applied and Sue’s insides are slowly being sucked through the devices impaling her and out through the tubing. Carole softly tells Sue, “The feelings you have right now in your insides are bits of your organs being sucked out of you.” Then I feel an electric shock, which passes from my middle to my nipples and my clit. My breasts swing around as my body muscles twitch in response to the current flow and to another orgasm. Carole smiles as she sees Sue’s response. “The voltage will gradually increase and as it has been carefully programmed to peak along with your cum cycle will eventually cause you to pass out from sensory overload. Then a slightly larger still shock will run through the system and your heart will stop. I hope you have not regretted your decision.” Carole then starts stroking Sue’s back and watches her writhe around as the orgasms become more intense from the electricity. She also watches the monitors displaying the cycle count, the voltage applied and Sue’s heart rate. I want to close my eyes and stop watching my own death, but like watching a train wreck, I cannot. I see myself writhe, my breasts swing, fluid drip from me and I can’t stop. My heart starts pounding and not just from fear when I hear Carole’s words. I’m scared out of my wits and turned on beyond belief at the same time. Within seconds I cum again. And again the cycle starts up and again there is another shock and another orgasm. My pussy and anus squeeze the probes intensely and I think they sense it as I get extra squeezes of my nipples and clitoris in response. I feel that shocks are growing more intense, but very slowly and my mind kind of goes into a fog of sensation. Again, I return to a few days ago, although with difficulty. After Jenny departed for home and her children, I sat and thought for quite awhile about what to do. The first thing that came to mind was to flee the world somehow. It didn’t take me long to reject that idea. I am no smuggler and there certainly wasn’t time to learn. I knew if caught, not only would Jenny forfeit her life, but also her children’s as well. I wasn’t totally sure, but I also figured my sisters might be at risk if I was known to be an accessory. So escape was out. I was totally at a loss and started to feel that perhaps Jenny was doomed after all. I don’t know what made me decide to call the Lottery Board and question them. Without identifying Jenny or myself, I called and asked if there was any legal way for a lottery selectee to avoid execution. The answer stunned me. They said there was only one way and that was for the selectee to bring in a person willing to act as her substitute. Furthermore, that person must not already be a lottery candidate. Finally, the Lottery Board would have final say on whether the substitute was acceptable or not. The original selectee and the substitute must present themselves at a Lottery Board location twenty-four hours prior to the time the selectee was due to report. After hanging up, I sat on the floor and contemplated what I had just heard. So there was a solution to Jenny’s problem after all. Unfortunately, I knew that to save her meant the end of me and that was not something I had ever considered. Here I was all of twenty-one, with good prospects, a law-abiding citizen and safe from selection and I am thinking of offering myself up for just the thing I had avoided. Execution for the pleasure of others. I wouldn’t even get the benefit of living high for awhile. At first, I totally rejected the idea. I called it a night and decided to try and sleep. Surprisingly enough I fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke in the morning, I knew that I would do it and be the substitute. I called Jenny and told her what I had found out and what my plan was. She cried and kept stammering thank-you over and over. Finally, I was able to calm her down and we made arrangements to meet at the local Lottery Board office on Monday. Monday morning arrived all too soon, but as promised, I arrived on time and found Jenny waiting. The tears started again as she held my hand and apologized for putting me in such a situation. I assured her that the pleasure would be all mine. We went in, Jenny handed the clerk her summons and I stated that I was there as her substitute. I must assume this doesn’t happen often as the clerk looked confused and asked us to wait while he spoke with the office manager. The manager came out and asked me to repeat what I had said. In a clear tone I said, “I am here to be the substitute and be executed in place of Jenny.” He then asked Jenny and me to wait for a few minutes in a conference room down the hallway. This we did and in a very short time, he returned with another male and two females. They were introduced as the other members of the local board. I was asked again if I was a willing substitute. To which I replied in the affirmative. Then I was asked to strip naked. That surprised me and I suppose it showed. The manager pointed out that the board must approve the switch and wished to inspect me. I stood up and did as asked, shedding my garments. Jenny tried looking anywhere but at me, but I told her to please to look and enjoy the view and that I wished we had had a chance to get a bit more intimate than we had. After disrobing, the board members inspected me closely. I was examined, had my breasts fondled and squeezed and fingers inserted in both my cunt and anus. I was pretty turned on by the time the inspection was over and embarrassed by the squishy noise from my genitals. The board however was satisfied and agreed unanimously that I was a suitable substitute. I think that was the first time I realized there was no going back and I felt a brief flash of desperation; but I looked at Jenny and resolved not to show it… Since I had no tattoo on my thigh they didn’t even have to check to see that I was not a current lottery candidate. They told Jenny that she was to report to room 8C to have her tattoo removed if she wished, but was otherwise free to go. I was told that I must stay and one of the female board members cuffed my hands behind my back. I smiled at Jenny and told her that everything was all right and that, as I knew she was a fan, she should watch my demise. She started and looked like she was going to refuse. Before she could get a word out, I spoke again, telling her that it would be alright and that I really wanted to know that she was watching, that it would help me put on my best performance; little did she know that this was my best performance. She sighed and promised that she would, then left the room. I was led away to the cell where I would stay until my execution the next day. Someone is kneading my breasts and I think, ‘I wonder if I can give milk?’ I come out of my trance, open my eyes again and notice that it’s Carole doing the massaging. I’m feeling slightly empty inside and detect movement in my abdomen. Fluid from my pussy is running down my legs and the next shock sends me over the top and causes my heart to skip a few beats. I’m nearly gone now. I’m still cumming regularly and squirming slightly on my piercers, but my vision isn’t so good. Time seems to slow down and then the machine starts to thrust the mechanical dildos in and out of me again. At every full penetration, another shock is delivered and though I know not how another orgasm ripples through me. Then the devices slam home further than ever, stop and the shocks start coming closely together and much stronger. My mind flashes white and I pass out just as I cum consciously for the last time. My mind may be out, but my body is certainly not. Loosed of any conscious control and since the intensity and frequency of jolts is reduced the audience is treated to the sight of my form squirming around the probes, hands clenching and unclenching, toes doing their curl thing, boobs swaying with the motion of torso and my cunny dripping. Soon the intensity of the electricity starts upward to the final denouement. I’m not awake, but I can feel pulsations throughout me. I’m twitching uncontrollably as the machine’s impulses override my muscular control completely. A particularly intense blast finally brings about my end. Carole, who has moved back over to the switch throws it back to the OFF position as soon as she sees my heart rate fall to zero. I am not dead yet, at least not totally. Just after the voltage is turned off, I partly regain consciousness. I feel my body jerking around rhythmically and hear the noise my pussy is making around the death- dealers. I feel them being retracted and their exit from my cavities, making a soggy sound coming out of my pussy and a little pop as it pulls out of my ass. I start to black out again as my corpse goes into its death throes, my muscles randomly contracting and my cunt and anus squeezing at no longer there intruders. A last orgasm passes through me and all goes black. My remains continue struggling for a little while then my hands fall limp, my breasts hang further than ever and all goes still. Carole comes over and noisily slides her hand into my vagina, pulls it out and says, “That was quite a show, girl!” THE END