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 Sexecution #4 - Sacrificed - Sandy (fm, Ff, Fm, snuff, cons, zoo) By
CHMakoto - copyright 2010

   ============================= 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; sexecutions 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 sexecution 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 sexecution 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.

   Do visit my website for a couple small stories and additional
information about the planet Aquamarine.  /~CH_Makoto/
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   Sexecution #4 - Sacrificed - Sandy

   Hello everyone again, at least I hope it's again.  For those new to my
life, my name is Cathy Burgess and you are welcome to read my journal. 
Using thought recording technology, I can watch or even participate in
events without fear of missing important details.  So, have a read, I
promise you it will be interesting.

   A few weeks after my return from Dubai, I invited Kasey, my boyfriend,
Jody and Kane, her boyfriend, over to my home for an evening's viewing of a
lottery drawing sexecution.  As usual, it's being held on a Monday night.
I'd be willing to bet that if anyone looked at productivity data, that
Tuesday's productiveness would be the lowest of the week.  We've watched a
highlights disk of an sexecution I have as a group before, but this will be
the first time we've gotten together to see one live.  For Jody, it will be
the first one she's ever seen live.

   From the pre-sexecution commercials, it looks like the Lottery Board had
gone all out.  The person being sexecuted is sixteen years old.  Someone
that young is rather rare, as the selection process is weighted to make a
female aged twenty and over significantly more likely to be chosen then
someone under twenty.  Only one in a hundred of the names that come up for
the under twenty selectees is actually chosen.  The rest go back into the
pool.  I've only seen one before where the selectee was under twenty. 
Additionally, anyone selected that is under the age of twenty is given more
time to prepare, thirty days.  The normal time from selection to the
sexecution is seven to ten days depending on how elaborate the event is. 
The Lottery Board in the district of the selectee is responsible for
determining what scenario will be used and for conducting the affair. 
Girls under the age of twenty are also offered the chance to go to a
special training camp, which helps them learn more about sexuality, as many
of the younger girls don't have much experience.  Since the camps are run
by the Lottery Board system, the girls are given the training that will
most prepare them for their particular termination.  Twenty or so days of
being brought to the heights of sexual ecstasy in situations similar to
what is planned really prepares the girls.  After training camp is over,
they are looking forward to the event and are in an excellent frame of
mind, which communicates itself to the audience clearly.  Camp ends on a
Friday and the girls go home for the weekend and then report to the center
usually early Monday morning with their family; who are allowed to stay
with the girl until the time she is needed for preparation.  The previous
one I saw of such a young girl was amazing.  She positively glowed and
looked as happy as anyone I've known, even as she surrendered her life.

   I got home around 1730 and was not sure what to wear tonight, so I
decided to meet them all in my favorite dress, which is nothing at all.  If
Jody prefers I wear something, I can always dress later.  I'm sure the guys
won't complain about my selection.

   At about 1800, the three of them arrive in Jody's parents' mini-van. 
I'm the only one of us that has their own car, but that shouldn't be much
of a surprise as the others are still in their senior year of high school
and I am thirty-seven.  Since the sexecution TV show isn't scheduled to
start until 1915 and as they generally last some time, I asked my friends
to come in time to have dinner and get settled before the performance gets
rolling.

   Kasey, who is my love, opens the door and walks in followed by Jody and
Kane, arm-in-arm.  Everyone's eyebrows go up and Jody comments, as she
hangs her coat up, "Cathy, I know you like being in the buff, but isn't it
a little premature, so-to-speak." Everyone cracks up at that.

   I feel myself blushing, "I couldn't make up my mind and besides, you're
not wearing all that much yourself." Hidden under her coat, was her outfit.
She's wearing a translucent, nearly see-thru white nylon slip, sheer white
thigh-high hose and nothing else.  Her areola and the top of her slit can
be partially distinguished.

   She blushes as well and laughs, "Well, you have a point, but I'd like to
convince you to put something on, at least until the show starts."

   "OK, I will.  Come with me and help me with my choice." I tell the guys
to fire up the TV and that we'll be back shortly and that if they haven't,
they ought to think about what they want for dinner.  Then Jody and I
adjourn to my bedroom.  Once we get there, I ask Jody, "How about I match
you?  I have a black slip, which is as see-thru as yours is and I have
black thigh-highs too."

   Jody responds, "Twinsies, huh?  Hmmm, OK, works for me." She smiles and
seems pretty relaxed.

   As I start slipping my legs into a sheer pair of black thigh-high
nylons, I ask, "You seem pretty comfortable with watching this, but if
you're not we can find something else to do."

   Jody walks over and, as I am occupied getting my nylons into place,
gives one of my nipples a fairly brutal tweak.

   I jump, exclaiming, "Ooh, ouch, that hurts." Surprised I ask, "What was
that for?"

   "Cathy, we've been over this ground before.  I told you then; I love you
and trust you.  Please don't mother me more than you must.  I know from the
advertisements roughly what we're going to be seeing and if I had a problem
with it, you'd know by now." She's still smiling, but doesn't apologize for
twisting my nipple.

   With one leg hosed, I rub my nipple a little.  Feeling a little ashamed
I stand, bow to her and reply, "I'm sorry, you're right.  You've grown up a
good deal since we first met.  I'll try to control myself better." Then I
give her ass a stinging slap, "Gotcha." Sitting, I giggle as I try to put
on my other nylon.  Eventually I am successful.  I slide the black slip
over my head and settle it on my body.  I touch-up my lipstick with a
passionate pink color I am fond of for nights like this and add some
glittery cobalt-blue eyeshadow.

   Jody looks impressed, gives me a quick kiss and says, "That's better. 
We're still hardly hidden from the guys' eyes and I think we're a much
sexier as the virgin queen and the slut than if we were nude."

   She takes my hand and we proceed back to the living room.  I can't
resist a last comment, "Who's a slut?" I giggle just like a slut should.

   We walk in hand-in-hand and strike a pose.  The guys whistle and cheer.
Jody and I both blush from the enthusiastic response.  We bow, and then
holding up my hand, I say, "Restrain yourselves gentlemen.  Have you
thought about dinner?" They want hamburger and French fries as they claim I
make the best US food around.  I look over at Jody and she nods.  "OK,
fattening food it is.  But salads come first.  I have to look after my
girlish figure you know." As Jody starts setting the table, I program the
food system for the requested meal.  After getting everything set, we
rejoin the guys who are watching the news.  Some sort of disease outbreak
is reported on Iceland, but as it doesn't seem to be spreading or very
serious, we don't pay much attention.

   Jody and I wander around, blocking the view, finding excuses to bend
over and generally fooling around, while dodging the guys' attempts at
fondling us.  Jody quips, "You can look, but not touch."

   I support her, "Ya, it's good practice."

   Kasey retorts, "Practice for what?  I hope no one's planning on becoming
a Shrine Maiden, it's too late for that anyway."

   "Very funny," I reply, "Speaking of the Shrine; Friday is the 1st. 
Let's all go to the Shrine and do the New Years day thing.  Your winter
break starts Thursday, right?"

   They all nod and we agree to join up at Jody's place Friday for the
annual trek.  The dinner gong sounds and the entertainment system switches
to music and a slide show made from pictures from various sexecutions from
the last few years.  We sit at the dining table and eat up, following our
repast with a little ice cream for dessert.  The entertainment system
automatically changes to the broadcast at 1910.  Some high profile
commercials are showing and we all wander back to the living room.  Kasey
sits in the chair and Jody and Kane take their accustomed places on the
sofa.

   I pad off to the bedroom with a comment, "Things might be a little
easier if Kasey and Kane were in their undies too." Not waiting for an
answer, I go into my room and return with a couple jars of Sexland
lubricant.  I put them on the coffee table in easy reach.  "We might not
need this, but don't be shy." Kasey and Kane have taken the hint and are in
their boxers.  Jody is sitting next to Kane, clasping his arm, in a proper
ladylike position.  Well, as ladylike as she can be with her nipples
visible through her slip.  I plop onto Kasey's lap and whisper in his ear,
"Whatever you feel like doing, go for it.  Do remember that not all my
entrances are self lubricating." His eyes get a little wider as he thinks
of my possible meaning.  At just that moment, the show starts.

   With the logo of the Lottery Board displayed on the screen, the
announcer intones, "Welcome to the Lottery Board's 28 December 1533 lottery
winner's sexecution.  Those of you under the age of ten must leave the room
and watch something else.  The rest of you should sit back and enjoy our
program.  Without further adieu and without further commercial
interruption, let's get this show on the road.  Let's meet Sandy and enjoy
her adventure."

   The picture fades out and then returns, showing a young girl standing in
the middle of a normal looking living room.  She smiles cutely and says,
"Hello everyone, my name is Sandy and I am sixteen and a half years old. 
The last month has been very exciting and I'm excited tonight.  I'm not
sure what's going to happen to me and I'm a little nervous, but I'm sure it
will be fun and I hope you are all looking forward to it.  It's time for me
to go outside now.  Please follow me on my little escapade." She turns and
starts heading for the door.  She sure is a cutie.  She's wearing a white
frilly dress, with light-blue lace just about everywhere, with white
anklets and black Mary Janes.  Her hair color is a light brunette and has
been pulled back into a ponytail.  She's light complexioned, Danish or
Dutch is my guess.

   The scene shifts to the outside of the house and as Sandy steps through
the door, we get a panorama of the setting.  I have to give the Lottery
Board credit; they spare no expense on the set.  It looks like a tropical
island; it may even be one.  The house faces the beach and in the
background are coconut palms everywhere.  It appears to be a plantation as
the palms are regularly spaced with little to no undergrowth.  The house is
white with a lanai all along the front.  Sandy walks to the railing, leans
on it and looks out over the ocean.  The camera zooms into a close-up of
her face.  She has hazel eyes and smooth, clear skin, with some pink
lipstick.  I don't see any other make-up, and she really doesn't need any.
Her eyes sparkle and her breathing is a little fast as she looks around,
seemingly undecided as what to do next, as no one is in sight.  The tip of
her tongue slips out and licks her lips sexily, then she skips down the
steps and heads into the coconut grove.

   While walking through the grove she starts a little narrative.  "I was
fourteen years old when I saw my very first sexecution and I was so excited
after watching it that I decided that I would sign up right away.  My
parents had decided that it was time I should be allowed to watch a
sexecution with them.  They were naked and they encouraged me to disrobe as
well.  I stripped and pulled a chair close to the display.  I could hear my
parents behind me having fun with each other.  Between their sounds and
what I saw, I got really hot.  There on the widescreen was a woman in a
black, sheer, practically invisible bodysuit climbing a stairway.  I was
lucky as I was watching one of the most popular sexecutions ever.  I sat
engrossed as the woman was captured, whipped, stuck all over with needles
and then killed by a dart fired into her heart by something inserted into
her pussy.  She seemed to get immense pleasure from the entire process.  I
know I did.  I had my second or was it third, real orgasm in my life when
the lady stuck a needle in the woman's love-button.  It was so intense I
nearly fainted.  I wish I could remember her name.  It looked like she was
having such a passionate experience that I signed up for the lottery the
very next day.  I am surprised my name came up so soon, but I don't mind if
today is as enjoyable for me as it was for the blue-haired lady." Then she
continues her stroll.

   I nearly have a heart attack when she starts describing my own
sexecution, but manage not to do anything rash.  I breathe a sigh of relief
when Sandy is unable to recall my name.  Kasey notices my heart beating
faster and says, "Sounds like a good one.  I wonder if it's still
available?"

   Unknowingly Jody comes to my rescue with a, "Shush." I shrug my
shoulders, forcefully calm down and return to watching the girl.

   As Sandy wanders, at random, it seems, I notice a few furtive figures
among the palms.  A camera zooms in on one.  She is very dark skinned, much
like the people of Saharan Africa.  She is wearing a grass skirt and
nothing else.  At least I think nothing else, as I cannot see under the top
of the skirt, although her chocolate thighs protrude through the grass. 
Definitely topless she is and has the breasts for it.  Her jugs are aptly
described as melons, with large very dark chocolate areolas.  Her black
hair is up in a bun and her face is painted in what I think is supposed to
be a menacing way, but is really pretty funny.  She is carrying a spear,
but it doesn't look very dangerous, especially when she absentmindedly
presses it against the palm she is squatted down beside, and the tip bends.
I think I see six women, three spread in front of Sandy and three behind.
It doesn't look like Sandy has spotted them yet, although I suspect she is
going to get an education shortly.  They are all of similar builds and
color, while the face paintings are different.

   Sandy steps out onto a small trail.  She stops and scans the dirt path
in both directions.  Her tongue protrudes cutely while she is making her
mind up and she decides to turn north (left) to continue her exploration. A
moment later, two of the natives move onto the tail directly in front of
her and level their spears at her.  She starts, her eyes widening, and
spins around just as two more step out behind her and level their spears
too.  Sandy looks a little scared and turns to flee back into the coconut
palm grove just as the last two show up, flanking her and moving, slightly
crouched and looking somewhat ferocious, toward her with their spears
pointed at Sandy's midriff.  As the six would-be captors move in close to
Sandy, her face relaxes when sees that their visage is not as menacing as
she had first thought.  Sandy grins and claps her hands.  "Are you here to
take me away?" Without speaking, one of the women, the biggest, nods, which
earns a big smile from Sandy.  While four of the women keep Sandy under
guard, their spear tips nearly touching her body, another one starts
unzipping her dress.  Sandy, at first does nothing, then giggling a bit,
she reaches down and strokes a boob of the woman kneeling in front of her,
running her fingertips over the nipples.  The woman looks up, smiles a
friendly smile, returns to removing Sandy's shoes, and then pulls those
dainty white anklets off Sandy's feet, leaving her barefoot.

   Sandy's dress is slid off her shoulders and slides down her body, making
a pile around her feet.  Under the dress, she is wearing a pair of white
satin briefs and a white camisole.  Sandy's breasts, while not fully
developed, are quite noticeable under the thin camisole, lovely pyramidal
shaped mounds that have become quite substantial.  Her nipples and aureoles
add small additional pyramids onto the main ones.  Sandy, happily helping
with the removal of her clothes, raises her arms so that her camisole can
be removed, but that is not to be, not yet.  From behind one of the palms,
a pole is brought and some soft looking rope.  One of the natives lays her
spear down and gently pulls Sandy's arms together in front of her and
another woman binds Sandy's wrists together.  The woman, whose breasts
Sandy has been molesting, binds Sandy's ankles.  The troupe pick Sandy up,
hold her horizontally and then they slide the pole under her ankle and
wrist bindings.  With the rest of the women providing escort, the party
moves on down the trail, Sandy hanging and gently swinging from the pole,
like a deer.  The leader moves in close to Sandy and asks her something not
picked up by the microphones in the area.  Sandy smiles and nods her head.
The woman returns her smile and while the group walks, she gently fondles
Sandy's buttocks.  The little band of natives with their quarry fades from
view and her crumpled dress, shoes and sock mark the spot where she had
been captured.

   After a walk of maybe a kilometer, during which someone is always
caressing some part of Sandy, the party arrives at a small village.  Sandy
is panting with excitement by the time they arrive at their destination. 
There are four small huts with thatched roofs and one rather larger one. 
As the women walk in with Sandy suspended in-between their shoulders, half
a dozen boys come running out of the huts.  They all look to be about
Sandy's age or maybe a little younger, and are as dark skinned as their
mothers'.  Most wonderful to Sandy is that the boys are as naked as the day
they were born, her eyes enlarging as she sees them.  She tries not to look
at their privates and fails, gives up, and with her mouth slightly open and
a little bit of tongue protruding, she scans them, one after another.  The
boys run up close, but don't touch Sandy as she can't make up her mind
where to look and makes an attempt to look in every direction at once.

   In the middle of the village, there are two tables.  There is one large
table, a few sharp looking knives on it.  One end has a large `U' shaped
section removed.  Next to it is a platform, with a largish bowl on it. 
There is a smaller table not far from the big one which has what looks to
be a head rest on one end and foot supports on the other.  A pair of rings
with straps hanging from them are at both the head end and the foot end of
the table.  Like the larger table this too has a small platform next to it
with a bowl on it.  Both the platform and the bowl are smaller than the
ones next the bigger table.  A short distance in front of the biggest hut
is a pair of chairs on a raised dais, currently unoccupied.  In between the
large hut and one of the smaller huts is what looks to be a large barbeque
pit.  A few small dogs and chickens are running around getting underfoot
and the ground is mostly hard-packed dirt with a few tufts of coarse
wide-leaved grass near the coconut palms scattered throughout the village.

   The women take hold of Sandy again, support her, slide the pole out, and
put her bare feet on the ground.  One kneels and starts to remove Sandy's
ankle binding and another removes the rope from around her wrists.  A woman
takes hold of the bottom of the camisole, and with Sandy coloring some as
she looks at the boys watching, another woman raises Sandy's arms over her
head.  The woman slips the camisole over Sandy's head and removes it. 
Sandy, now blushing furiously, brings her arms down and covers her tits
with her hands.  Two of the women gently but firmly take her hands and pull
them down to her sides.  She continues to blush nervously, but Sandy makes
no attempt to cover up again when her arms are released.  Then the leader
slips her fingers into the top of Sandy's briefs and slowly peels them down
and then slides them to the ground.  I don't think Sandy can't get any
redder and is trying her best not to notice the stares of the boys.  The
women lead Sandy over to the small table, her feet making small puffs of
dust as she walks, and lay her on her stomach, her feet in-between the foot
rests.  This allows Sandy to keep her legs together for which she seems
grateful as she smiles up at her captors.  The women reach to their waists
and unclip their skirts, which with a swish make six little circles around
their feet.  They are nude and their mounds are hairless; their sex lips
pouting slightly open.

   One woman picks up the bowl, dips her fingers in and starts massaging
and oiling Sandy's back.  Another, then a third do the same.  One starts
with her feet and another starts working on her butt, dripping some of the
oil right into its crack, and then rubs Sandy's dimpled ass cheeks with
more oil.  A couple times she dips the end of her little finger into
Sandy's anus, but presses in no further.  Sandy lays her head down and
closes her eyes, spreads her legs slightly and relaxes as she is treated to
a full body massage.  The woman who had started on Sandy's feet has worked
her way up to Sandy's thighs, leaving a shiny trail of oiled skin as she
works.  The one working on her back is down to the small of Sandy's back
and the three meet at Sandy's butt, each taking turns sliding their fingers
along and into her butt crack.  Sandy squeezes her eyes shut and twitches a
few times as their fingers approach her privates.  The leader lightly taps
her butt and asks Sandy to roll onto her back.  Sandy rolls onto her back
and notices the boys surrounding her and watching as the oil is rubbed on
her.  She reddens again as she notices that a couple of the boys' dicks are
rising up from their crotches and then giggles as she knows she did that.
The boys don't touch themselves or her, content to watch for the present.

   Back in my home, both Jody and I have somehow lost our slips and the
guys their boxers.  I feel something hard protrude between my thighs, then
my attention returns to the screen.

   The women continue spreading oil on Sandy, one starting at her
shoulders, one at her feet and the third right at her belly button.  Soon,
one is massaging her breasts with their slightly protuberant areolas and as
they glisten in the sunlight her nipples harden noticeably and her chest
rises and falls faster.  Sandy has closed her eyes again, basking in the
sensations from the touch of the women.  Then, her eyes pop open as oil is
applied to her mound and gradually worked down and into her slit.  She
squirms a little and watches as the woman slides her oily finger along and
into the slit, stopping to massage Sandy's clitoris.  Sighs and soft moans
are drawn from Sandy while the woman attends to her clit, but she moves on
before Sandy can climax, meeting the hands of the third woman as they reach
the junction of Sandy's thighs.  Sandy is clearly hot and bothered,
panting, when the women stop their massage and step back from the table for
a moment.  Sandy looks around and sees that all the boys now have erect
cocks and are panting a little themselves, and still do not touch
themselves or her.

   A clear melodious bell is heard and from the largest hut, a man and a
woman appear.  They are old; I would guess at least seventy.  The woman
sits in one of the chairs and the man comes over to the table, and says to
Sandy, "You have come at the time of our Fertility Festival.  Certain
ceremonies will be performed and offerings made to propitiate the Fertility
Goddess for her gifts of life to our sons and daughters and to ensure
plenty in the coming year.  Are you willing to participate?"

   Sandy smiles and nods her head, still staring at the boys' penises.  The
man turns to the young women and instructs them, "Perform the first
ritual." The man then takes his seat on the dais next to his wife.

   The women move up to Sandy and strap her to the rings, lifting her legs
to the foot rests, opening her cleft, showing the deep coral pink of the
tender flesh within.  Her wrists are tied to the straps at the upper end of
the table.  The straps are not tight and restrict rather than prevent
movement.  Two of the boys walk forward.  As Sandy watches fascinated,
their cocks are slathered with oil by two of the women.  The boys walk to
each side of the table and present their penises to Sandy's hands.  Sandy
had not seen a real live penis before today.  While slightly smaller than
an adult male's penis, they look plenty big enough to her.  During her
training she had practiced on many artificial cocks, till her mouth, hands,
pussy and ass were familiar with the feel, but never with a real one. 
Sandy eagerly reaches out and slides her hands over the hard erections of
the boys, squeezing and slipping her hands over the oiled cockheads and
down to the boys' abdomen.  They reach out and caress her bosom, gently
squeezing her breasts and manipulating her nipples.  She smiles and starts
jerking the boys off, looking at one cock, then the other as she
concentrates on her task.  A third boy, who looks to be the oldest, but
still not over much sixteen, moves in-between her legs after also being
oiled and places the head of his penis in the opening of her vagina.  Her
eyes enlarge as her concentration is broken and she stops her hand motions
for a moment, raises her head, and looks at what is happening to her pussy.
The boy looks into her face, raises his eyebrows slightly, but penetrates
no further.  Sandy understands he is asking permission, smiles happily, and
nods her head, while resuming a slow stroking of the penises still in her
hands.  The boy gradually, with remarkable self restraint for one his age,
propels his cock into her previously virgin vagina.  Sandy's eyes open wide
and she sighs contentedly as he fills her.  It must feel a lot different
than the dildos she's had before, softer and warmer.  Sandy's cleft gleams
in the light, like dew in the morning.  My eyes open a bit too, as
something soft, warm and hard plugs into my vagina at the same time the boy
finds hers.

   We all blissfully sigh together as my pussy is filled just as Sandy's
is. The boy starts to pump in and out of her, initially with a measured
pace.  The boy at her right side gasps and as Sandy glances over, he
ejaculates.  She watches the cum spurt from the end of his penis with
interest, never stopping her hand until with a low murmur, he moves away to
be replaced by a fourth boy.  Sandy enthusiastically grips the new member
and proceeds to give him as careful a hand job as she had the former
occupant, while begin to pant herself from the feelings emanating from her
tunnel of love.  Her arousal from the boffing she is getting, the attention
to her breasts and even probably the feelings of cocks in her hands is
rising; she's breathing faster and is wriggling on the table.  She
climaxes, squeezes the boy inside her and the two flanking her, while her
toes curl and she lets out a low pitched, soft moan.  The squeeze triggers
an orgasm in the boy on her left and his semen pulses out of him as well. A
fifth boy is ready to take his place and Sandy is ready to continue her
ministrations.  Then, her head returns to gaze on her mound and she stops
masturbating the boys for a time as the boy at her crotch holds himself to
her and cums inside her.  The feeling of the spurts and warmth of the semen
provides another new experience for Sandy.  He withdraws to be replaced by
the sixth and last boy and she returns to making the other boys feel as
good as she is able, which is more than enough for them.

   The last boy is also the smallest and looks to be the youngest,
fourteenish I think.  But, his cock looks perfectly capable.  One of the
women brings a small platform, which she puts on the ground so that his rod
is at the right height.  His brother's cum is starting to leak out of
Sandy's pussy as he fits his dick to her entrance and slides it smoothly
and rapidly into her, bouncing his balls off her bottom.  The contrast in
skin tones between the boy and Sandy is striking, making his dick highly
visible as it does its duty.  Sandy has laid her head down on the headrest
and closed her eyes as the boys play with her tits and the lucky one has
intercourse with her as Kasey is having with me.  I try and match my
movements to Sandy's and I think I sense what she is feeling as my vagina
is stimulated and in turn sends stimulation to my clitoris.

   Sandy's breathing rapidly and her hands are massaging the rods laid in
them with gusto.  At nearly the same time, both of the penises in her hands
go off, with sufficient force to squirt some of the semen onto her stomach,
causing her to open her eyes and look at the fluid collecting there.  She
smiles and runs her fingers through the cum; capturing some between her
thumb and forefinger.  The boys depart and only the boy at her pussy
remains, thrusting in and out in a regular fashion.  Sandy's focus, before
divided, is now fixed on the sensations coming from between her thighs. 
Her tongue hangs out of her mouth slightly and the mounds on her chest rise
and fall swiftly, although the boy appears to be in no hurry.  Sandy's
hands clench and relax, over and over, and she squirms from the new
sensations emanating from her middle.  Then a flush spreads over her body,
and she thrusts her hips at the boy and moans as she cums a second time,
then she relaxes again.  The boy continues his bopping of her nookie,
though his motion is more irregular as he approaches his own climax.  His
penis sparkles in the light from her juice and has a few milky areas
smeared over it from his brother's cum.  Sounds of their coupling are heard
as the lubrication from her orgasms and the left over cum combine with
their movements to provide a lively accompaniment to their lovemaking.  The
boy cannot hold on any longer as neither can Kasey and as the boy expels
himself into Sandy, Kasey ejaculates into me and I sigh with satisfaction
from the pleasant feelings radiating from my vagina.  The boy withdraws as
soon as he finishes, while Kasey waits as his cock gradually softens and
slips out on its own.

   As Sandy relaxes, a camera zooms in on her slightly red and swollen
vulva, which is still open.  The entrance to her vagina is pulsing and soon
a dribble of cum appears and runs out, passing over her anus and dripping
onto the ground.  As the elder man starts to speak, we regain our overview
of the scene.  Sandy is breathing quietly now and looks around curiously.

   He directs the women, "Begin the second ritual."

   The women unstrap Sandy from the rings and help her to her feet.  They
each hold a hand and walk with her through the village to a path on the far
side.  The woman who looks to be the eldest of them says to Sandy, "Venture
down this path.  Soon you will come to the ocean.  There you will find two
living things and you must couple with them in whatever fashion you think
best.  Once done, return to us and the final ritual."

   Sandy nods her head in understanding, the women release her hands and
she strides down the path, turning once to wave at the women, who wave back
and then return to the village.

   Her body is still tingling from the attention it received just a few
minutes ago.  Though her legs are a bit rubbery, Sandy is able to walk
slowly down the soft, dusty path, her footfalls leaving little puffs of
fine power to drift away on a zephyr.  A couple hundred meters from the
village, the trail enters another coconut palm groove, which is no longer
used as a source of coconuts.  The native jungle has started reclaiming its
territory, which has led to considerably more undergrowth.  Turning a bend,
the village is lost to her sight.  Sandy strolls along, seemingly forgetful
of what awaits her later and gazes around inquisitively her like any
sightseer would.  Some birds with bright yellow-red plumage fly by and she
hears monkeys screech in the distance.  Gradually the trees and undergrowth
thin and the path ends at a beach; a lovely ocean cove is in front of her.
Volcanic rock lines part of the shoreline, with gold-yellow sand elsewhere
extending to the water's edge, small waves breaking on the beach.  A gentle
breeze ruffles her hair and Sandy takes some deep breaths of the clean salt
air.  Peering around, she looks for whatever it is she is supposed to join
with, but at first sees nothing.  Sandy steps onto the sand, which while
warm is not too hot and wiggles her toes in the loose grains.  The ocean
looks inviting and she decides to go for a little swim.  Since she has no
clothes to worry about and the water looks alluring, Sandy puts out of her
mind her task and strolls to where the waves push water up the slope of the
beach.  The water is refreshingly cool and the breaking waves cover her
feet and splash off her ankles.

   Staring out to sea, her eyes suddenly widen and she takes several steps
backwards.  A dark shape can be seen in the water moving rapidly toward
shore.  Not really frightened, but naturally cautious, she watches whatever
it is approach.  The surf breaks over it as it drags itself part way out of
the water.  Geez, it's an octopus, a mighty large one, with a gray
translucent body, which stands a meter or more high.  Arms several meters
long array themselves around it and it seems to be looking right at Sandy.
Sandy, with her fist in her mouth is staring right back and for several
moment nothing happens.  The sounds and sight of surf breaking and washing
over the thing are all that breaks the frozen tableau.  Realizing the
creature is probably one of the animals spoken of, and now somewhat
curious, Sandy starts slowly moving toward the creature, soon coming within
range of its tentacles, one of which wraps itself around one of her ankles.
Sandy halts, looking intently at the member with its suction cups wrapped
around her leg.  The octopus doesn't tug at her nor does it release her.

   Sandy must have remembered the words spoken as she left the village as
she sits down and lies back, propping herself on her elbows and bringing
her free leg to rest next to the other.  A second tentacle grips the
offered leg and Sandy is slowly drawn toward the octopus.  Something must
be in the air, a pheromone perhaps as her hands start to play with her own
tits as her feet are tugged closer to the body of the octopus.  She doesn't
look frightened, but is clearly curious as to what is happening.  As her
feet near the body, the octopus rises up revealing its underside.  Where a
beak is expected there is instead a circle of rubbery looking flesh.  Other
arms come forward and wrap themselves around her torso, one of them right
across her breasts.  I can see the section cups tugging on a breast, which
must provide a unique sensation.  Sandy gasps as she is pulled forward
still and then her toes touch what must be the creature's mouth.  I can
hear her breathing and my own seems loud in my ears as I lean forward and
Kasey enwraps my breasts in his own special grasp.

   The arms holding her feet unwrap as her feet enter the mouth, and move
up her legs.  One grips her hips and hauls on them, while the other lands
some of its suckers on her pussy, one right over her clitoral hood.  As it
distends into the suction cup, Sandy's eyes widen still further.  Her legs
have been drawn into the creature up to her knees.  Her feet are faintly
visible in the throat, which rhythmically sucks on them, pulling her
further and further into its body.  As the arms of the octopus reposition,
small faintly red rings appear on Sandy's body where the suckers have been
gripping her.  Soon she is up to her waist in the animal, her legs visible
in the translucent body where some obstruction is causing them to spread.
Sandy is squirming and panting as her pussy is sucked into the throat.  The
tentacles release her and work to support the octopus as it continues to
swallow Sandy, to her stomach, then to her breasts, which flatten as they
are drawn through its mouth.  She finally stops when the mouth closes
around her neck.  Sandy does not try to keep her arms free, but instead
slides them into its mouth as the beast swallows her midsection.  Inside
the octopus' stomach we can all see her body wriggling as rhythmic
pulsations of its gut flow along her figure.

   Once she has been swallowed to her neck, her inward bound journey stops,
but not the stimulation.  Applied to her whole form at once, she seems to
be overwhelmed with sensation as her eyes roll back into her head and she
shudders.  From my vantage point, I can't tell if she's having an orgasm or
not, but she is obviously enjoying the attention.  Suddenly her body
stiffens and her eyes fly open as the rest of her is pulled inside. 
Panicking a little she squirms vigorously, but to no avail.  Her head
passes the throat and then all of her is inside, shaking, them calming down
as she submits.  I don't see her chest moving, so I think she is holding
her breath, but after a minute or so, she gives that up as well and tries
to breathe.  She is successful, and her chest rises and falls once again,
while she also seems to be swallowing something.  After another five
minutes or so of her squirming around inside of the octopus, the direction
of the peristaltic motion changes and Sandy is swiftly delivered back to
the beach.  Sandy plops out as a wiggling mass of flesh covered in some
slimy substance.  The octopus, its job, whatever it is, done, slips back
into the ocean and disappears out to sea.

   Sandy lies where she has been deposited a short while, then shuddering a
little from the experience of being eaten and barfed up, she sits up. 
Looking rather disgusted with the slime on her body, she plunges into the
nearby ocean and dives under, shortly returning to the beach, washed clean
of the goo.  Shaking herself off and squeezing some water from her
ponytail, she starts to explore more of the cove.  I am guessing that was
the first of the two living beings she was told about.

   Looking around Sandy finds nothing interesting on the beach, but spies a
little tuft of what looks like blue-green foliage peeking out of an
indentation in the lave flow, near the ocean.  She sees an occasional spray
of water from the spot, so there must be some connection to the sea.  The
view piques her curiosity and she carefully climbs onto the lava flow and
sets off in the direction of her discovery.  Slowly, watching where she
steps to avoid cutting her feet on the jagged rocks, she arrives at the
edge of the hole in the lava.  She spots a tunnel with water flowing in and
out, which must be the link to the ocean.  The bottom of the hole is
covered with sand, although the sand itself is mostly covered by what seems
to be a plant of some kind, with a stalk and a single flower covering its
top.  The blue-green petals of the flower, instead of being flat, are
tubular, some much longer than others and wave gently around, and not by
the wind, I think.  The stalk is yellow and the rocks behind are faintly
visible through it.  I have never seen such a plant before and as I look at
it I begin to doubt it is a plant as an image floats into my mind.  It
looks like an overgrown sea anemone more than anything else, albeit much
larger than the common tide pool varieties.

   Sandy is fascinated by the waving motion and sits on the edge of the
hole, her legs dangling down, her cute little pussy slit just visible. 
After a few moments of just watching the anemone and the water splashing up
its sides, she extends a leg toward the anemone and gingerly touches one of
its petals, or should they be called tentacles?  Just as she touches it,
several remarkable things happen.  She stiffens as though shocked and her
other leg kicks out involuntarily.  The animal bends toward her ensnaring
both her feet with its tentacles, as Sandy twitches a few more times and
then is still.  The only things I see moving are her eyes as they watch
while the anemone bends further and more and more of its tentacles wrap
around her feet and calves.  Suddenly the anemone straightens up, bringing
Sandy along for the ride and she is held in the air over the stalk.  She
doesn't move or struggle and her arms hang limp at her sides.  She appears
to be paralyzed, although she is still breathing as I can see her chest
rise and fall, carrying her perfectly formed breasts along.  Her nipples
are standing straight out and look stiff.  The tentacles loosen their grip
and Sandy slides down to a central depression.  As she slips more of the
tentacles wrap around her and she twitches several more times as they must
be stinging her, injecting some kind of paralyzing neurotoxin.  Her feet
are pointed downward, like a ballerina on pointe, and easily slide into the
mouth of the anemone.  Aided by gravity, more and more of her slips into
the creature, her knees, thighs, waist, her perky breasts and then the
rest. Sandy's motionless outline is visible in the stalk and she is being
held upright as a peristaltic action begins, running from just below the
top to the bottom of the stalk and repeating regularly.  As it passes over
her breasts, they flatten from the pressure, then spring back as the motion
moves onward.  This action goes on for several minutes, then little by
little Sandy starts to move, just a tiny bit at first.  Soon she is
squirming as she is given the fullest full body massage possible.  It's
strange watching her wriggle and twitch and all I hear is the sound of the
water rushing in and out of the hole the sea anemone resides in.  Abruptly,
she stiffens and shudders, clearly brought to an orgasm.  As her stiffness
slackens, the creature bends again, this time pushing her out onto the
sand. A slight sheen covers her body, not nearly as gooey looking as when
she had come out of the octopus.

   Sandy climbs onto the rocks, carefully avoiding the animal.  I suspect
for all the pleasure she got at the end, the stings weren't much fun. 
Casting a few glances back at the anemone, as though to be sure it wasn't
following, she walks back to the beach and washes herself in the ocean. 
She looks relaxed and spends some time splashing and playing in the surf.

   While she is out in the water, a narrator speaks in the background, "The
substances ingested by and injected into Sandy will see her in good stead
during the final ritual." I wonder what he means by that?

   Eventually Sandy tires of the surf and comes ashore, shaking off some of
the water and wringing her ponytail once again.  She stretches herself on
the beach and lets the sun dry her, rolling over to get both sides; giving
us a view of her clam and lovely dimpled butt.  Once dry she gets to her
feet, brushes herself off and taking a last look at the ocean, starts back
up the trail to the village, neither walking fast nor slow, appearing to
enjoy the feel of the soft ground puffing under her feet.

   Arriving at the village, she is greeted by the same two women.  They
take her hands and she walks with them through the village to where she
started.  After a few steps, they smile and ask her how she liked her
excursion.

   "It was totally cool!  I was scared at first when I got swallowed by the
octopus, as I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe, but I could.  Then it
fed me really tasty stuff, played with my, um, well down there, then it
spit me back out all sticky.  Then this plant thing stung me a bunch and
that hurt a little, but its insides were soft and had all these little nubs
rubbing me all over, making me feel really good.  It was lots of fun
playing in the water and sunning on the sand." Her words tumble over
themselves as she tells them all this with a big smile on her face in
seemingly a single breath.

   They arrive at the center of the village and everyone is there waiting,
two of the women are softly beating on vertically hanging drums.  The tempo
picks up slightly as Sandy appears.  A small amount of smoke is rising from
the pit area.  The thought that Sandy might to be roasted and eaten crosses
my mind.  I can't see how that would be very enjoyable for her.  Breathing
smoke is very uncomfortable at best.  She is led to stand in front of the
chief and his wife.  The chief stands and asks Sandy, "Did you couple with
the living things at the cove?"

   With her eyes slightly downcast Sandy nods her head.

   "Are you ready to begin the final ritual?  The sacrifice to thank the
goddess and promise a good harvest?"

   Sandy glances at the coals in the pit and shivers as the meaning of his
words becomes clear, but nods and looks at them all with a smile, "I have
enjoyed my time with you.  I appreciate your gentleness with me and am
prepared for what is next, it has been fun."

   One woman says, "Have no fear, we won't cook you alive and your pleasure
is not over yet."

   Sandy's eyes brighten, her smile becomes broader and she asks, "What do
I do now?"

   "Lie upon the table of sacrifice." The woman points to the larger table.

   Sandy climbs onto the table, giving us a cute view of her privates, and
lies on it, her legs spread along the sides of the `U'.  One woman steps
between Sandy's legs and dipping her fingers into the bowl of oil, she
dribbles some along Sandy's torso, starting at her sternum and making a
line from there to the top of her puffy little slit.  The woman gathers
more oil and starts working it onto and into Sandy's pussy.

   Sandy expected to be tied up and as the woman is massaging the oil into
her vulva, asks, "Are you not going to tie me down?"

   The woman replies, "No, the sacrifice must be performed on a willing
unbound girl.  Do you understand?"

   Sandy nods thoughtfully, then bends her knees and places her feet on the
sides of the cutout, offering easy access to her privates.  Soon she is
gently squirming under the attention paid to her; the woman has been
fondling her clitoris while sliding a finger slowly in and out of Sandy's
vagina.  Before Sandy can climax, the woman stops.  Sandy breathes a sigh
of disappointment.  The woman points to her left where all six boys are
lined up, ready and able to perform again.  "Choose." She intones.

   Sandy's eyebrows pop up a little, then she props herself up and gazes at
the boys.  She inspects the line-up carefully, then chooses the same one I
would have.  He doesn't have the longest dick, but I think it is the
widest. He is new to her pussy as he is not one of the two who have already
been in her.  He grins broadly at the other boys, who look at him
enviously. Another woman stands behind her and holds Sandy's head up so she
can see without effort.  Te boy steps to the table, aims his penis, and
between her own juices and the oiling she got, he effortlessly thrusts his
dick to the hilt in her, just as Kasey does the same to me; I must be his
sacrifice.  She smiles dreamily and closes her eyes as he pumps in and out,
pushing her arousal up as his abdomen rubs her mound.  Her love-button gets
double sensations from the stretching of her vagina and the bumps by his
body.  The drums increase the tempo and soft squishy noises come from her
pussy as she twitches and goes over the edge, her extremities curling as
her muscles tighten.  The boy has yet to cum and continues stroking in and
out of her, faster now.

   She senses someone standing next to her and opens her eyes and sees the
chief.  He picks up one of the knives and looks at her.  She trembles a
little as he asks, "Would you prefer not to see?" She hesitates no more
than a second; smiles a little timidly at him and shakes her head no.

   He nods at her; the drums get louder still.  The chief then explains,
"Once you have passed on, your head will be removed, carefully preserved
and placed into our temple to be honored forever.  The rest of you will be
eaten at the village feast to be held today.  You will live on as part of
us.  Your bones will be ground and spread over our fields to assure us a
good harvest.  We all thank-you for your sacrifice." Sandy's mouth is
half-open as she listens to what is going to happen to her body, but the
continuing thrusting of the boy distracts from any fear and she nods her
head and smiles at the chief as he finishes his short speech.

   He reaches one hand forward and stretches the skin on her upper abdomen.
He takes the knife and starting at her sternum, slices her open from her
sternum to just shy of her pussy slit.  As he cuts, her internal organs
become visible, but there is very little blood and, I think, not even
discomfort as Sandy's eyes are wide and she is panting, but from her
arousal, not pain from the incision.  Maybe that's what the commentator
meant.

   Kasey feels as hard and stiff as he ever has as his pace matches the
boy's.  I feel him stretching my midriff with his hands as his penis
spreads my insides.  I really am his imaginary sacrifice and I find myself
panting and moaning along with Sandy.

   The chief allows Sandy to stare, open-mouthed, at her shiny, slick
insides for a moment, and then two of the women come and gently plunge
their hands into Sandy's abdominal cavity.  They slowly stir her insides,
sending unknowable, but clearly strong sensations to Sandy's brain.  She
thrusts up at them and the boy, her mouth wide, with her tongue hanging
out. The chief hides a small, very sharp, capped knife in his right hand.
Her eyes get wider still as he slips his hand into the opening he has made
into her and gently infiltrates his hand upward until his finger tips touch
her heart, which causes her to twitch a little.  Displayed on our screen in
a picture-in-picture, we can see his hand in her, and guess what Sandy must
be feeling.  His fingertips stroke her rapidly beating heart as the women
and the boy continue to provide intense sensations.  Sandy's eyes and
attention jump from her chest to her body and back to her chest in swift
succession.  Her chest is heaving in its efforts to provide air; her eyes
close as she focuses on the feelings.  A sheen of sweat covers her body and
she lifts her hips to meet the boy's onslaught.  She starts to tremble as
does the boy, then he pushes into one last time and empties himself into
her.  Simultaneously the chief squeezes her heart a little and Sandy's eyes
fly open.  The warmth and excitation the spurting cum creates in her vagina
and the sensations from her organs and heart are too much.  She squeals and
cums, her toes twitch and shudders run throughout her body.  As she hits
the highest of her high, the chief uncaps the knife and cuts her heart from
its arteries and attachments and removes it from her body and holds it in
the air for all to see.  Kasey takes that moment to cum in me, as I, just
like Sandy, and for our first time, climax with him.

   Sandy's eyes are fixated on her heart for a short time.  Smiling, she
lifts an arm and reaches out toward it.  The chief lowers her heart, brings
it within reach and Sandy touches her still beating heart with her
fingertips.  Her lips form a small oh, and then no longer able to hold her
arm up, she lets it fall to her side, just as her heart stops.  As she
bleeds out into her chest cavity and the oxygen to her brain runs out, she
closes her eyes and with a contented look, she relaxes her legs and fades
away, with hardly a tremble to mark her passing.  I hope her last feeling
was of the cock still in her.  The cameras pull gradually back away from
the scene of our sacrificial lamb.

   The screen dissolves to the logo of the Lottery Board and the announcer
says, "We hope you have enjoyed tonight's sexecution.  Next week..." He
doesn't get a chance to finish as Jody switches off the system.

   I look over at her and she has tears in her eyes, but smiles and says,
"That was beautiful.  I orgasmed so hard at the end I nearly passed out."
Kasey and Kane seem nearly exhausted.  I notice I have tears in my eyes
too, although I hadn't thought I was so affected before.

   I agree with Jody's opinion.  "That was a superb ending.  Sandy looked
to me like she enjoyed every second.  When I saw her actually touch her own
heart, it was totally mind-boggling." Jody sniffles and nods.  A little
rubbery legged, I get up, go to the kitchen, and bring back drinks for
everyone; we're all a bit sweaty from our own exertions and the excitement
of the show.  We sip our drinks and discuss how the Lottery Board is
getting wilder and wilder with their scenarios.  I remember when the
lottery was first unveiled nearly twenty-five years ago.  I was only
thirteen at the time and my parents used to watch, but tried to pretend
they weren't.  From what I can recall, things were pretty pedestrian.  The
Lottery Board simply took the same methods that had been used to execute
criminals for centuries and spiced them up a bit.  Now they come up with
scenarios that can hardly be called executions.  If it weren't for the fact
that the main girl dies, it would be just inventive pornography.  Of
course, the fact she does certainly makes for a higher level of intensity.

   After we have our chat, with Kasey, Kane and Jody all pointing out that
these events have been going on for their entire lives, so are part of the
background, we set our timing for meeting up and going to the Shrine on
Friday.  With hugs and kisses all around, Kane and Jody leave.  Kasey and I
make out for a little while on the couch.  I comment, "I'm a little
surprised you didn't do me up my butt."

   "I couldn't focus well enough for trying something like that.  Besides,
I'd like to save it for a time when it's just us two." Kasey is so cute.

   "OK, I'll pick a time when it'll be special." It is a school day
tomorrow, so Kasey has to leave not long after Kane and Jody.  I give him
an extra long good-bye kiss, "See ya Friday." Kasey waves as he walks down
the sidewalk, heading for the bus stop.

   I close the door; take a shower, then, leaving the living room a mess to
be dealt with later, hit the sack.

   THE END