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Execution Planet #5 - In the Web - Cathy & Denise (FF, M+F+, cons, bi,
zoo, snuff, ScFi, asphyx, slice of life)
By CH Makoto - copyright 2009

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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 nearby 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.

Do not try this at home!!  Or you may end up as the girls do.

Feel free to repost this story, but I retain copyright and please attribute
CH Makoto.

This particular entry follows the continuing story of a woman named Cathy
Burgess.  Through extraordinary circumstances, she survived her execution
(see Execution Planet 4) and we are following her further adventures in
life.  While not strictly necessary, for maximum enjoyment I recommend
having read the previous Cathy stories.
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Execution Planet #5 - In the Web - Cathy & Denise

Chapter 5 - My New Life

Hello again, and for those that don't know me my name is Cathy.  I work for
the Bioelectrum Expediting Corporation (BEC) as an office lady as my
everyday occupation.  I file things, examine contracts, do a little
accounting, make the coffee and sometimes get molested (in a good way).
Occasionally a governmental agency called the Office of Special Affairs
(OSA) asks me to do some work for them.  You see I have a talent, well
maybe more than one, but in particular, I am the best reconnaissance
operative in the agency.  So, when the OSA needs something special
discovered, they call on me.

It's been about six months, and I've recovered nicely from my previous
ordeal and have settled in to my new life here in Tokyo.  The OSA is giving
me some time to adjust to things.  A normal day for me starts around 0600;
I shower and then spend about an hour masturbating.  One of the things that
sometimes happens at the company I work at is that I allow myself to be
molested.  It doesn't happen terribly often, after all, we are a business,
and how far it goes is entirely up to me, but I like to be prepared.  You
may be thinking that most people would be sated after an hour of
masturbating but that just gets me started. At about 0730, I eat breakfast
and then dress for work.  I wear pretty much standard office lady clothes,
a modest panty and bra set, a semi-see thru blouse, a skirt down to my
knees slit to the upper thigh, pantyhose, or sometimes thigh-highs and a
pair of high-heels with about a seven centimeter heel.  Pretty normal stuff
you'd see just about anywhere.  Of course, depending on the weather, I may
need a coat or umbrella, but the climate here in Tokyo is just about ideal
from my point of view.  When I'm on a mission for the OSA I wear an
entirely different type of attire, but you'll hear about that when the time
comes.

I head to the office about 0830, arriving around nine.  I generally take
the bus, which has a high school on the route, so I frequently get a bit of
fondling from over-hormonal boys and sometimes girls on the way.  I could
drive, but the bus is convenient and I don't really mind.  I arrive at work
by 0900.  My first duty is to make the coffee for the office.  We're not a
large company, only about thirty-five people, of whom twenty-four are
women.  We occupy two floors of the building.  We handle the import and
export of electronic and other high-tech items for various other companies
as well as individuals.  By 0930, I'm in my office and doing what occupies
most of my day.  I find ensuring that shipments get where they need to be
when they need to be there interesting, but I'm sure the details would bore
you to death so I'll leave it at that.  Lunch time starts at 1230 and ends
at 1400.  Today turned out to be one of those days.  Shortly after 1230,
just as I was about to head down to the lunchroom, Bruce walks in, closes
the door, and then walks behind my chair.  He reaches around and starts
unbuttoning my blouse.  I think about it for a second, and decide that I'm
in the mood and allow him to continue.  I also decide that it's not going
too far.  Bruce is not one of my favorites, thinks he's always right and
often presumes too much, like now.

After he gets the blouse undone and pulled out of my skirt, he starts
fondling my breasts through my bra.  I do have to give him credit for
having quite the touch.  Even without direct contact on my boobs, he is
able to get my nipples erect and me somewhat excited.  I settle on what to
do and swing the chair around to face him.  I reach an arm behind me and
unhook my bra.  Bruce tries to remove my blouse, but I shake my head no.
Bruce is also not stupid and he knows that, with me, no means no.  He does
take advantage of the loosened bra and starts stroking my breasts directly,
cupping one, while gently pinching the nipple of the other.  I hike up my
skirt and spread my legs around his.  I slide forward, reach up, undo his
pants and pull down his zipper.  I pull out his penis and after eyeing it
for a few seconds slip my lips over the head.  I'm sure he's happy now as
when I go this far I always let him cum.  Sigh, I've turned into such a
slut, but a happy slut.  I lick the end of his dick for awhile, sliding my
lips to and fro just over the head.  Bruce continues his expert fondling of
my breasts and I'm getting good and turned on, my pussy is going to want
some attention later.  I detect some pre-cum leaking out of his penis.  I
lap it up and begin taking his rod deeper into my mouth and sucking a
little.  I hear his breathing getting faster and I suck him in further
still until my nose bumps his abdomen.  There I hold for a few seconds,
slithering my tongue along his dick.  I know it won't be long now.  My
nipples are like pebbles and I'm going to let him fuck me if I don't watch
out.  I pull back, take a deep breath and take his penis all the way back
in, sucking on the end with my throat while working over the rest with my
tongue.  Abruptly Bruce presses forward and starts to cum in my mouth.  I
pull back slightly and suck gently as he cums.  It must have been awhile
for him as there is quite a lot, but I swallow it all.  Some women tell me
they don't like the taste of cum, but I think it is just fine.  I keep my
lips around his dick until it softens and then let it slip it out of my
mouth.  He zips up his pants, passes out a quick thanks, and leaves the
room, leaving the door open.  Damn him!  He's so thoughtless.  It's 1250.

Anyway, I hook up my bra, button my blouse and head for the bathroom to fix
my lipstick.  From there I head off to the lunchroom.  Our company is
pretty profitable and provides a catered lunch every day for its employees.
As I'm looking over today's selection, I feel a hand on my rear.  I look
around and there is Denise, my best friend.  She can do anything she likes
with me.  She says, "I saw Bruce leaving your office with a grin on his
face."

"He should have one.  He had just gotten a top quality blowjob," I reply
with a smile.

Denise giggles a little and then the two of us take our meals over to a
table and have our lunch.  During lunch, Denise asks if she can come over
tonight as she has something to talk to me about.  I agree, suggest a time
of 1900 and we both return to eating and chatting about nothing.

The afternoon is much like the morning.  I check on the coffee supply and
then head back up to my office, work on paperwork, and make a few phone
calls to expedite some shipments.  This time there are no interruptions.
At 1700, I'm done for the day and head home to the condo.  There are fewer
high school students riding at this time so I'm usually left with my
thoughts, which is how I like it.  I'm home by 1730 and since I don't need
to run any errands tonight, I go inside, kick off my shoes and plop down on
the couch.

Chapter 6 - Dinner and a Sleepover

Since Denise is coming over at 1900, I decide to put dinner off till later.
Maybe we'll go out for something.  There's a great little udon restaurant
not far from here.  I send Denise a text message suggesting the place and
go hop into the shower for a quick rinse.  I head back into the living
room, nude (I'm frequently nude when at home), and see that Denise has
accepted my proposal.  It's only a little past 1800, so I watch about
twenty minutes of news (everything is going to hell as usual), then with
the outing in mind start getting dressed.

I go into the bedroom and open the top drawers of the dresser.  I peruse
the underwear displayed and make up my mind what to wear.  I going to be a
little bold tonight, but will not be so obviously available as to cause me
difficulties.  I get out my pair of black beaded panties.  They are sheer
bikini panties with a string of beads that run from just above where my
slit starts back to partway up my rear.  I pull them on settling the beads
in my slit.  When I move the beads gently massage my most sensitive areas,
only enough to keep me turned on, not so much as to embarrass me.  A black
semi-sheer bra is next.  I slide my arms into the straps, lean forward, fit
my boobs into their places, and hook up the strap in back.  A garter belt
and black nylons with a full welt are next.  When the nylons are up and
attached to the garter belt, the tops are a few centimeters below my
crotch.  I pad over to the closet and pick out a very sheer light gray
scoop neck crop top, which exposes my mid-rift and an equally sheer light
gray skirt, which comes half way down my thighs with a small side split.
I'm a fairly conservative dresser and none of my skirts is shorter than
half thigh.  I pick up a pair of plain black pumps with nine centimeter
heels to wear once we head out.  I go over to the dresser and apply
lipstick and eyeshadow.  It's all the makeup I wear, it's all I need.  I
usually wear eye shadow that complements my naturally powder-blue hair and
the gray outfit matches my eyes.  As I pad back toward the living room, the
doorbell rings.

I open the door and as expected, it's Denise.  She's dressed similarly to
me except her top and skirt are opaque and she's wearing nude colored hose,
pantyhose in fact as I discover after lifting her skirt.  She giggles and
slaps my hand, "Not now or we'll never make it to the restaurant and I'm
hungry.  I love your look; I wish I wasn't so shy that way."

"Hey," I say.  "I like you the way you are, you don't need to be me, and
one of me is plenty."  I laugh; pat her butt and say, "Are you ready to
go?"  Denise nods, so I slip on my shoes and off we go.  We're walking as
the restaurant is only a few blocks away and the evening is beautiful.
Summer in Tokyo is the best, just a few clouds tonight and the temperature
is about twenty-four degrees and only a gentle breeze.  I get ogled a
little as we stroll along hand in hand, but not so that it bothers me.  I
think I hit the outfit just right.

We arrive at the restaurant at 1930 and are shown to our table.  I catch a
couple of young boys, who seem to be here with their family, trying to look
up my skirt.  But, they are having no luck.  As I've said before, I'm
pretty conservative, so I keep my knees either together or cross the leg on
their side over the other one.  After a few minutes of trying, they give
up.  Denise and I order a couple of Orange Cocktails, a house specialty.  I
order Kare Udon and Denise orders Tempura Udon with the prawns.  While
waiting for our order we sip our drinks and chat about the stroll over here
and how nice the weather has been recently.  I figure Denise will get
around to what she has on her mind when she is ready.  Dinner arrives and
we get down to business.  We're both pretty hungry and had ordered the
bonus size, so conversation is pretty limited while we are eating.  That's
pretty typical of us, even during lunch we save our talking for after we're
done eating.  Finally, we sit back and both pat our tummies simultaneously,
which causes us to giggle.  We order an after dinner sake and then another.
We chat about the guys at work; how Bruce is rumored to be so good in bed,
but how he is such a dickhead otherwise, how nice Dave and the others are
and how much we both like our jobs.  Midway through the second sake, Denise
broaches the reason we're here.

"I got my order to report for execution yesterday," she starts.  I see her
dark eyes glisten and her elf-like face suddenly looks very young and
vulnerable.  

I can feel my poker-face settling in.  "So, how are you taking it?  Should
I be offering congratulations or a crying towel?"

"When I first read the notice, the towel would have been what I wanted, but
now I think congratulations are in order.  I mean I signed up at seventeen
and re-enlisted at twenty-four.  I've enjoyed the money and the executions
and I don't miss many.  So now that it's my turn, I'm ready and willing."
She smiled and it looked to me like she meant it.

I turn on my recon sense and all I can detect is acceptance.  So, I return
her smile and say, "Then congratulations and I hope that the end is as good
as the story.  By-the-way, how old are you, if that's OK?"

Denise giggles and says, "I'm thirty-one.  And fair is fair, how about
yourself?"

"I'm the ripe old age of thirty-seven," I quip.

Denise looks at me thoughtfully and comments, "You know, I'm a little
surprised you never signed up for the lottery.  From what I know of you
over these last six months, you seem to me like the type.  You know, not
long before I met you, I saw an execution that has become one of my
favorites.  She had blue hair like yours.  I have it on disk if you'd like
to see it."

"Well," I know I need to answer carefully.  I certainly can't tell her she
has hit the nail right on the head.  "It's not like I haven't thought about
it.  I watch my fair share of the executions and the ones I've seen with
you were invariably a lot of fun and some of the more memorable.  In fact,
I have a couple of them on disk.  But, it never seemed like the right time.
Maybe I should have."

Denise opens her purse, takes out the Lottery Board notification, and hands
it to me.  "If you would like, you can sort of try it out with me.  I get
to ask someone to partner with me.  They don't die, but get some of the
experience.  It's all in there."

Looking surprised I am sure, I take the letter from her and read it.  It
basically states that she can have someone at her execution.  This person
will be partly a participant and partly an executioner.  If she wishes to
take advantage of the option the partner and her are to show up at 1000
Thursday for a pre-execution interview.  I wonder what the OSA will think
of my being on display again.  Well, there will be no harm in going to the
interview.  I hand Denise the notice back and say, "I don't know why you
picked me, but I am honored and will help out however I can."

For a few seconds, Denise looks like she's about to cry, but she pulls
herself together and just says, "Thank-you."

"What would you say to leaving and heading back to my place?"

"Sure, sounds good to me," Denise replies with a devilish smile.

We get up and I go to the register and pay the bill.  It's about 2130, so
it's not too late for some fun.  It takes us a little longer to get back to
my condo than it took to get to the restaurant; we're a little tipsy.  As
soon as we get in, we both get rid of our shoes and laugh at that.  I
decide to make the first move, so as Denise straightens up from placing her
shoes in the entryway, I take her hands and kiss her.  I allow my tongue to
sneak through and lick at her lips a little.  Denise parts her lips and
intercepts my retreating tongue with her own.  We stand there French
kissing for a few moments.  I feel Denise slip one of her hands out of mine
and, slipping it under my top, she strokes my breast through the bra
fabric.  My nipple starts to harden; I break off the kiss and ask her if
she would like to stay the night.  She can wear what she has on to work
tomorrow and borrow a pair of my panties.  Denise nods her head yes and
rests it on my shoulder.  She's only a few centimeters taller than I am, so
we're a good fit.

I then say, "How long has it been since you've taken a bath with someone?
Would you like to join me in the tub, it's a big one."

She thinks a second and says, "Probably when I was around twelve, and I'd
love too."

We head off to the bedroom and start stripping.  As usual, I make a pile on
the floor and am naked in seconds.  Denise takes the time to fold things up
and I've got the tub half full by the time she joins me in the bathroom.
She rinses herself off in the shower and then we climb into the tub.  The
water is hot and soothing.  We splash around and soak for several minutes. 
Then I sit against one side of the tub and tow Denise over to sit in-
between my legs.  I press my breasts against her back, reach around front
and fondle her bazoomas.  Her nipples spring to attention as if they were
aching for a touch.  I suspect she hasn't had much sexual contact recently.
I'm the only one who seems to allow it at work, at least openly.

"Hey, Cathy" she says, "That's not fair.  How am I supposed to get hold of
you?"

"Relax, we've got all night.  I've also got a big bed and I promise we're
both going to be tired at work tomorrow."  I slide a hand down her side and
across the top of her thigh, looking for her pussy.  At first, she clamps
her thighs together in a small fit of pique, but then opens them slightly. 
This is all the access I need.  I slide a finger right down the front of
her slit and directly into her honeypot.

Denise starts a tiny amount, surprised by my boldness, then relaxes back
against me and spreads her thighs.  I giggle softly and continue; sliding
my finger out of her vagina, up along her slit, over her clitoris, then
back down until it firmly impales her.  Back and forth, in and out my digit
proceeds along the path.  My other hand is busy with her chest, tenderly
squeezing each breast in turn and rubbing her nipples a little harder.  She
squirms against my chest and as well as flattening my boobs, the friction
makes my nipples hard, as I am sure she can feel.  She's breathing faster
and deeper, moaning just a little, then abruptly she clamps my hand in-
between her thighs and shudders.  As soon as I can, I withdraw my finger
from her, giving her clit no more than a nudge, which causes her to twitch.

"I suggest we move to the bed and carry on in a bit more comfort," I say as
I release her breast.  She nods her agreement; we get out of the bath, grab
a couple of bath towels, and dry ourselves off.  Off to the bed and a
nighttime of fun.

When the alarm starts ringing at 0600, I nearly smash it to bits, but I
restrain myself.  I think it was around 0400 that we gave up the game and
went to sleep.  Denise looks at the time and bleary eyed says, "Cathy, do
you always get up this early?"

"Yes, except for the weekend when I sleep in without an alarm."

"Whatever for?  We don't have to be at work for three hours and your
commute isn't long."

I blush a touch and say, "Well, it takes an hour and a half or so to
shower, dress, eat breakfast and get to work."  I color a bit more and
continue, "And, every morning I spend an hour or so playing with myself."

Now it's her turn to blush, "Um, uh, every morning?"

"Yes, every morning.  But, I have a suggestion for today.  Let us lie next
to each other, thigh to thigh.  Then you will masturbate me and I will
masturbate you.  We will do each other for one full hour and to make it
extra interesting the only portions of the body we may touch are the thighs
and the pussy, nothing else.  After all, if I am to be your partner next
Monday, we need to get as much hands on as possible.  And the one who makes
the other cum the most gets to spank her."  I giggle at the thought.

"Well... OK, however I warn you that I'm not into sex in the morning."

"We will see about that."  I sit up, pull the covers off the bed, and dump
them on the floor.  Denise rolls on to her back with a pillow under her
head and spreads her legs a little.  I lie down next to her also with a
pillow and fit my left thigh to her right one.  I spread my legs enough to
give her good access.  "OK, it's 0615, let's begin."

I slide my hand over her thigh and gently pinch the lips surrounding her
pussy.  After a moment or two, I try the inside of her slit.  I can tell
she really isn't up for this, she's barely damp and there is no way I can
do anything directly about it.  I return to the outside and stroke the
inside of her thigh.  That works somewhat better as in a few seconds she
spreads her legs some more.

In the mean time, Denise has gone directly for the kill.  I get wet easily
and after just a small amount of massaging of my clitoral hood, she's able
to slip her finger into my slit and finds it slides along with ease.
Dipping just her fingertip into my vagina to gather some juice, she returns
to my clit and begins massaging it, harder, then softer, round and round,
just as I like it.  A few minutes later, I shudder slightly with my first
orgasm.  She moves her hand to my thigh and starts stroking it, giving my
clitoris a short break.  "One," I hear her murmur.

I try her slit again and find it's still not wet enough to do anything with
and I return to stroking her thighs and fondling her genitals from the
outside.

She, on the other hand, has a finger plunged into my vagina and is slowly
sliding it in and out while using her thumb to manipulate my clit.  My
breathing is getting faster and I catch a few sighs escaping.  Then I
shudder again as another orgasm strikes, a bigger one this time.  She
returns to my thigh and says, "Two."

I take a look at the clock.  Fifteen minutes have passed.  At this rate,
it's not even going to be a contest.  For the third time I check inside her
slit and find that, in spite of herself, Denise's pussy is beginning to
slick up nicely.  Following her lead, I dip a finger into her vagina, get a
little extra liquid out, and attack her clit.  I softly rub it up and down,
occasionally kneading it between my fingers.  She pushes up against my hand
and I can hear her breathing faster as well.  She pushes a little harder,
next freezes for a few seconds and then relaxes down onto the bed.  Ah ha,
I made her cum.  Unfortunately for the count, I cum at almost the same
time, she's been busy as well and I hear her count, "Three."

When time runs out, it has been a walkover.  She made me cum six times and
I got her to cum only twice.

Denise says, "I am honestly amazed you were able to get me to cum at all.
I'm really not a morning person and sex is generally the last thing on my
mind.  You've definitely got magic fingers."  She sits up and dangles her
lower legs over the edge of the bed, "But a win is a win.  Get your butt
over here!"  She points indicating her lap.

With a synthetic sigh, I wiggle over, lying across her legs with my butt in
the air.  She taps my butt a few times and then strokes it.  Maybe that's
it; I get my hopes up a little.  Then unexpectedly I get a solid slap to my
rear, followed rapidly by several more.  Interspersed with a few yelps from
me.  It stings a good deal, but soon the stinging is joined by warmth.
Every so often, the spanking stops and Denise strokes my red rear for a few
moments.  Just as the heat starts to die down, Denise remorselessly returns
to slapping my ass, varying from gently to violently.  Sometime during the
beating, I sense that my pussy has betrayed me and I am about to cum again.
Listening to the sounds of flesh on ass, I find myself rubbing my thighs
together and just after a particularly brutal series of impacts, I start
shuddering, squirming and sliding around on Denise's thighs.  Denise stops
the spanking and sliding a couple fingers into my slopping vagina comments,
"Cumming while being spanked, you really are a naughty girl, Cathy."

I laugh and reply, "Well, every time I have to sit down today will remind
me of you.  Don't worry; I'll get my revenge on Monday."

Denise giggles and softly says, "Yeah, I suspect you will."

It's a little after 0730 and we need to get ready for work.  I get up and
rub my butt a little.  I observe, "You certainly know how to give a
spanking, are you sure you don't have kids?"  Giggling I tell Denise to
pick out a pair of panties from my left hand dresser drawer and I head off
to get a quick shower.  The water stings a bit and reminds me that any time
on my feet today will be a good thing.  I dry off and offer Denise a chance
at the shower while I go make us a little breakfast.  My furniture is self
cleaning so sitting on it in the nude as we do while eating is no problem. 
I find something to wear and Denise in her borrowed panties puts on what
she had on last night.  I make a quick trip to the bedroom to get my
eyeshadow and lipstick in place and then I give way to Denise who has
requirements that are more extensive.  I keep a decent selection of make-up
in a small cabinet in my closet for guests and she comes out looking ready
for the day.  Running just a tad late, we hustle out the door and head for
the bus stop.

We get on the bus, luckily find a pair of seats open and sit our tired, and
in my case sore, asses down.  It's gonna be a long day.  I tell Denise,
"Once we get to work we should go see the President and tell her that
you've been selected for execution and that we'll need tomorrow morning off
to go to the Lottery Board for the interview.  I'll also clear Monday with
her as well.  I'm sure she'll be fine with what we need."

Denise sleepily agrees, then rests her head on my shoulder and nods off.

Chapter 7 - Farewell Party

We get to work right on time, I make the coffee as always after which I go
get Denise from her office and off we go to see the President.  As it is
still pretty early, the President is not busy and can see us right away.
"Hi Nancy," I chirp as we walk in.

"Good morning Cathy, Denise," she replies.  "What can I do for you two?
Are you OK Denise?  You look like you're about to drop over."

"She's had a long night.  She stayed over at my place and we were, ummm,
busy.  She'll be OK.  We have something to tell you and a couple of
requests.  Denise has been selected for execution.  Here is a copy of her
notice."  I hand Nancy a copy of the notice.

She scans it and then looks up at me.  "Are you going to be her partner?"

"If you approve it.  I'll need tomorrow morning and next Monday off to
participate"

"No problem.  You haven't been here when someone was selected before have
you?"

"No, I haven't"

"It's company policy to give the selectee whatever support they need before
the day.  Then we gather in the main meeting room and watch the event.  It
often turns into a giant orgy.  It's been almost three years since we have
had someone selected."  She smiles in remembrance.  "We also have a drawing
where two men are chosen to spend the Saturday night before the execution
with the selectee.  The selectee is not required to do it, but all have.
It's their last freeform sex.  In this case I'd like you, Cathy, to be part
of the Saturday night orgy."

I look over a Denise, who has woken up a little and she nods her agreement.
"OK, Nancy it works for both of us.  Assuming the Lottery Board approves my
participation, I'd be happy to be part of the Saturday frolic.  You know
I'm not shy when it comes to that sort of thing.  When is the drawing
held?"

"Yes, Cathy, I am aware.  Someday I'll have to drop by your office and
explore matters.  We'll hold the drawing tomorrow at 1300 after you return
from the Lottery Board."  Nancy smiles broadly.

I like Nancy; she's the only one here aware of my OSA connection and has
been unfailingly helpful.  She's also cute as a button, maybe ten or so
years older than I am, but still looking good.  "Anytime, Nancy," I
respond, sliding my skirt up till my panties show and bashfully letting it
fall.

Nancy laughs and says, "Maybe someday.  Anyway, you two need to get back to
work.  Cathy to her regular tasks and Denise to her transition work.  I'll
send someone over to work with you the rest of the week, Denise.  Bring
them up to speed as best you can.  Friday lunch will be Denise's going away
party."

Denise and I both say, "OK."  Followed by our returning to our offices and
getting to work.  I am too tired to be friendly today, but fortunately no
one tries approaching me.  Maybe Nancy got out the word to leave me alone
for awhile.

Denise and I ride the bus back to my place where Denise gives me back the
panties I loaned her, grabs her own, hops into her Ferrari and heads to her
home.  I go in, shed every stick of clothing I have on in a trail to the
bedroom, collapse into bed and sleep until 0700 Thursday, I had forgotten
to set the alarm.  I remember it doesn't matter.  Denise is coming to pick
me up at 0915 to go to the Lottery Board.  I decide to can my normal
schedule and set the alarm for 0830 and go back to sleep.

At 0915, I get in the car with Denise and off we go.  The meeting with the
board is frankly a formality.  They ask several questions, identify Denise
from her tattoo and I show them I don't have one.  That causes a small
stir, but nevertheless they approve our application for partnership.  Since
I am not scheduled for termination, the board assures me that my identity
will be kept secret.  I will be on camera, but the signal containing my
data will be digitally altered so that the broadcast and recorded images do
not resemble me from the neck up.  The rest is left alone since I'm not a
lottery participant and so can't be identified from my tattoo.  I don't
think the OSA will have a problem now.  We leave the Lottery Board offices
around 1130 and arrive at Bioelectrum Expediting at 1215.  At 1300 most of
the company has gathered in the lunchroom to find out the results of the
drawing.

Nancy gets up and makes the announcements.  There are eleven men in the
company.  Two of them have declined to be in the drawing, both are married
with several children.  That may have something to do with it, although all
but two of the men here are married.  "First, we are going to have Denise's
going away party tomorrow at 1230 in the large conference room, please be
there.  Second, the broadcast is starting an hour earlier than usual, at
1900 instead of 2000.  Those who wish to watch it here should remember
that.  Third, here are the results of the drawing;" she reaches into the
bin, shuffles the slips around and pulls out the first name.  "Jim S. is
our first winner."  There is a scattering of applause.  Denise and I look
at each other and smile.  He may be married, and other than a few pats on
the butt he's never touched me, but for nice guys Jim is close to first.
Jim seems to be pleased too as I catch him eyeing my legs and Denise's
boobs.  Nancy reaches back into the bin, shuffles the slips some more and
pulls out the second name.  "Bruce T. is our second winner."  There is dead
silence.  Denise looks at me and I look at Nancy.  Oh, no the company
dickhead.  The one guy here I never intended to let fuck me and now Denise
and I have to be willing to do him for an entire night.  I can stand it,
but it's not fair to Denise.  Bruce looks more pleased than Jim does even,
he's eyeing us also, but in his case, I find it offensive.

At this point Nancy makes an executive decision.  She calls out, "Denise
and Cathy have the right to reject either or both of the winners.  If a
rejection is made a new name will be chosen.  Cathy, Denise, go across the
hall into the small conference room and return with your decision in ten
minutes."

We're saved!  Denise and I walk into the room.  I look at Denise and say,
"Nancy saved us.  We can reject Bruce or if we want to minimize hurt
feelings, both of them.  The new drawing is guaranteed not to have Bruce."

"But, Cathy I've always wanted to sleep with Jim, but since he is married I
couldn't.  Now's my chance."

"I'd love to do Jim too, so let's just reject Bruce."

"You haven't been here long, but I've been here since I was twenty.  Three;
four if you count me, times one of us has been selected for execution in
those eleven years.  No one has ever been rejected.  In fact, it's never
been an option.  Nancy made that up on the spur of the moment.  I admit
that Bruce is not a very nice man and anyone else is a better choice, but..."

"You're willing to accept him?!  I know he's rumored to be dynamite in bed,
but Bruce??"

"I'm not accepting him.  I just don't like playing fast and loose with the
rules.  I think, unless you just can't, that rejecting neither is the right
thing to do."

I think about it for awhile and apply the rule I did with Mary.  "OK
Denise, you are right.  As much as I don't want to have him do me normally,
I am willing.  It is the right thing to do.  I am with you!"  I give her a
quick kiss and back to the lunchroom we go.

Nancy looks at us as we enter and asks, "What did you decide?"

I answer while Denise nods her head, "We are rejecting neither.  We will
welcome Jim and Bruce into my home and into our bodies Saturday night.
Denise and I are looking forward to a memorable event."

At first everyone seems stunned, Bruce included.  Then the whole company
starts cheering, I look over at Denise and though I'm a little misty eyed,
I can see tears of joy on her cheeks too.  We did the right thing!  Nancy
asks, "What are the rules of engagement?"

I answer, "Well, you can't kill us or damage us in any way that would
interfere with Denise's going to see her parents on Sunday or the event on
Monday.  Otherwise, nothing is barred.  We will act as your individual and
joint sex slaves.  Please use us and provide Denise in particular with a
unique and exciting night.  The door to my home will open to you at 1730
Saturday and you must leave at 0700 Sunday morning so that Denise has
enough time to get home and see her family."

Nancy then turns to Jim and Bruce and asks, "Do you have anything to say
right now?  And by-the-way, Cathy is off-limits to everyone until after the
execution."

Jim smiles and says, "Thank-you both.  To be honest, I've had my eyes on
Denise for quite awhile, but I am loyal to my wife.  Last night we
discussed the matter and she sent me off this morning with her best wishes.
I intend to boink your brains out, Denise.  And Cathy, you are a
contradiction in terms, you allow liberties I don't entirely understand,
but have the utmost respect of everyone at this company.  You too shall
know me."

Bruce says, "I will admit that I am surprised that I wasn't rejected.  I
don't think I'm as much of a bad guy as some here seem to believe.  I don't
know that I can change, and I don't know that I want too.  Cathy, you've
been my target since you walked through the door, now I'm going to get you.
I'm gonna make the best of it.  I hope all your holes are in practice.
Denise, those boobs of yours deserve the best and the best is what you are
gonna to get."

Compare what those guys are willing to say in public.  No wonder Bruce is
universally disliked.  I hope Saturday changes my mind, but after his
comments, I don't think it is likely.

Nancy interrupts my reverie and states, "OK everyone, it's not Saturday yet
and it's 1400.  Everyone back to work, we've got shipments to get moved.
Cathy, can I see you a moment?"

"Of course."  I follow her back to her office.  Once inside she closes the
door.  "The OSA has approved your participation in Monday's event since
your identity will not be compromised."  I nod my head.  "I'd also like to
discuss an entirely different subject.  As Jim pointed out, you allow
people here, of both sexes, to take liberties with you that you do not have
to.  Can you tell me why?"

I consider my answer for a while, then, "That's a tough one.  Before I came
here, I was a stripper for several years.  I did that because I was an
uptight anal-retentive bitch."  Nancy raises her eyebrows in disbelief.  "I
still dress conservatively now, but that is the only hangover from those
days.  I determined then that to break my shell I would allow almost
anything, anywhere, anytime and it worked.  The old me was destroyed and
I've been ten thousand times happier and more content since.  I wouldn't go
back to my old behavior if I could.  One of the side effects is my
willingness to allow those liberties you spoke of.  I don't do or allow
anything I don't want to and I don't allow it to interfere with my work.
If you order me to stop, I'll do my best, but..."

"Cathy, I wouldn't dream of ordering you to stop," Nancy interrupts.  "You
are right, it doesn't interfere with your work and as Jim said, everyone
here loves you and has the utmost respect for your abilities.  Why do you
think Denise picked you after only six months?  Because you are the best.
Even that turkey Bruce knows that.  Do you really think having him over
Saturday is OK?  It can still be stopped."

"I can handle Bruce.  Compared to some (thinking of Mary) I've known he's a
puppy dog.  And let's face it Jim's a hell of a compensation."

Nancy thinks for a moment and says, "Alright, it's your call.  I suspect
you know more about what you're doing than I do."

"I don't know whatever gave you that idea."  I turn to leave, but Nancy
calls me back.

"I know I put you off limits, but would you mind if I... just a little?"
Nancy quietly asks.  She looks uncharacteristically flustered.   She is
usually the consummate Indian businesswoman and totally in charge.   

I walk over close to where she sits and stand with my feet shoulder width
apart, "Try a little liberty, you might like it."

Hesitantly Nancy reaches out and places her hands on my thighs.  I am
wearing pantyhose as normal so she won't get much access unless she pulls
them down, which is fine by me.  She slides her hands around lightly and
gradually works her way to my inner thighs.  She slowly slips her hands
higher and higher, while breathing nervously.  To encourage her I close my
eyes.  She keeps moving upwards, flinching from her first contact with my
crotch, but then exploring my covered vulval area with some confidence.
She has a lovely gentle touch and I do get turned on a little.  Soon after,
her hands slide downward on my inner thighs to my knees, and then are
removed.  Her breathing is a little ragged.  I open my eyes and smile at
her.  I say nothing, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"After the execution, can I come visit you?"  She asks hesitantly.

I smile again and say, "Absolutely."  I turn, leave, go to my office and
get some important shipments on the road by the end of the day.  Most
relaxing it was after the strain of the morning and lunch.

Friday morning is the same as normal; the bus ride was a little busier than
expected though.  Getting on the 0830 bus I find it's got a few extra
people traveling today.  I spy a hand grip available in the back, next to
the second to the last seat.  I worm my way there without too much trouble
and get a hold of the grip just as the bus starts moving.  I'm extra-
conservative today.  An opaque light blue blouse, with my usual length navy
blue skirt, but this skirt has almost no slit up the side.  A pair of navy
blue pumps with the shortest heels I have, three centimeter.  It's going to
be warmer today than it has been, with a predicted high of thirty-three
degrees.  Because of that, I'm wearing nude colored thigh-high nylons
instead of pantyhose.  I'm especially trying to not attract attention
today, it should be Denise's day to shine, not mine.  Once I get stationed
for the twenty minute ride to my stop, I look around and become aware I've
got myself into the tiger's den.  The tiger is not there, but the cubs sure
are.  Four high school girls and four high school boys nearly surround me. 
I've got to use my recon sense a bit more often.  I already have a
reputation of sometimes going along with and, at worst, preventing contact.
I don't turn people in.  So, as soon as the bus starts moving I feel a hand
from behind go up my skirt.  Before I can prevent contact, the girl's hand
is sliding along my thigh and she whispers loudly, "She's got thigh-highs
on."  This triggers some kind of green light, although I'm shaking my head
no.  Two of the boys stand up blocking me in and `accidently' bumping into
and rubbing my boobs.  The two girls behind me get to work on my skirt and,
in no time at all, they have it off me.  One of the other boys manages to
get his hand onto my panty covered pussy and starts stroking it.  At the
same time, one of the girls gets her hand inside the back of my panties,
which I'm also gonna lose if I not careful.  In any case, her hand is far
too close to my privates.  It's beginning to look like making a scene is my
only way out.  I can't close my legs; I'd lose my balance.  Just as the boy
in front is getting his hand into my panties, the bus arrives at a stop and
the entire back row has to get off, which disrupts the high school kids'
formation.  Joining them, I snatch up my skirt, stop a few rows up, and put
it on.

I just learned one of the downsides of my liberties allowance.  I think of
moving all the way to the front of the bus, but I change my mind and move
back to where the high schoolers are.  After all, it's partly my fault for
not making it clear what the ground rules are and they are just kids.  No
one, not even Bruce, pushes past my boundaries at work, so why not here.
They all look up at me sheepishly, they're aware they went too far.  "Can I
get a seat?"  One of the boys jumps up and I take his place, making sure my
skirt is down and my knees are together.  I continue, "In the future, if
you don't stop when I indicate such, someone is going to get hurt.  IF you
don't think I have the power, just try me."  I put as much menace into my
voice as possible and they do look scared.  "On the other hand, that
doesn't mean you have to stop trying."  In control again, I swing my legs
out into the corridor, hike up my skirt to make the tops of my thigh-his
visible and spread my legs slightly.  To the boy sitting behind me I say,
"Look what you can get if you go with the program."  I unbutton the top two
buttons on my blouse, take his hand and place it on my bra.  He takes the
hint and starts fondling my breast.  The boy who had given me his seat sits
down on the floor across from me.  I spread my legs apart more to insure a
good view.  A girl from the seat behind reaches out toward my thigh then
stops.  I look at her and smile and she goes ahead, places her hand on my
thigh, and strokes it.

"We're sorry we made you uncomfortable, we were just having fun and didn't
think about you.  We apologize for that," she says.

I am impressed with her statement and answer, "It's OK, just remember there
are rules."  I get to enforce one now as the boy tries putting his hand
under my bra.  I look up at him and shake my head no.  His hand jerks back
as if hit and starts withdrawing.  I say, "What you were doing is fine,"
his hand returns to my bra covered boob, "With me no means no, but if I
don't indicate no, it means yes."  I look around at everyone there and ask,
"Do you all get me?"  A sea of bobbing heads replies.  "Please pass this on
to your classmates; you wouldn't want one of them injured now would you?"
About this time, the bus gets to my stop.  I stand up, button my blouse,
and say, "I have Monday off, but perhaps I'll see you Tuesday."  With that
parting shot, I hop down the nearest exit and stride off toward my building
feeling pretty good.  That boy had talented fingers and my nipple
appreciates it.

The morning at Bioelectrum goes pretty much as usual, the making of the
coffee and then the juggling of the shipments.  At 1230, I stack up a few
papers and make my way downstairs to the large conference room.  I am
surprised at how many decorations are up, someone's been busy.  At the very
front is a large sign saying, `Good Luck and Have Fun - Denise and Cathy'. 
On the side tables is food and drink, including beer and sake.  Everyone is
waiting for the guest of honor although I receive a small cheer when I
appear.  Denise walks in; everyone stands, bows to her and then gives a
rousing ovation.  Denise turns as red as a Coke can, sees me and flees to
my side.  "I'm so embarrassed," she whispers.

"Don't be," I reply.  "This is your time to stand out, enjoy it."

Denise looks at the crowd and dimples, bows and says, "Thank-you my
friends."

Nancy moves to the small raised platform at the front and calls for our
attention.  "Thank-you all for coming.  I hope everyone has got something
to drink, as I don't expect much productivity this afternoon.  We're here
to celebrate the execution of Denise on Monday.  It's certainly a
bittersweet occasion, we will miss her bubbly personality and willingness
to help out, but she will be undergoing a sequence of events that should
bring her and all of us great joy.  Denise has been with the company since
she was twenty and her expertise will be sorely missed, but I hear rumors
that she has done her usual fantastic job getting her replacement up to
speed.  We all thank-you for that.  Cathy too won't be with us Monday, but
with her ring side seat I don't think she'll miss much."  Everyone laughs
at that.  "Before I babble on too much and interfere with the festivities,
I'd like to get things started with the ceremonial disrobing.  Denise, will
you join me?"

I look at Denise questioningly.  Quietly she says, "It's been a tradition
that the selectee attends the party in the nude."  Then louder she says,
"Miss President, I would like Cathy to join me today as she will Monday."
She takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the platform.  "Don't worry
it's a strictly hands-off party."

Nancy laughs brightly and responds, "I agree with Denise.  As her partner,
Cathy should be in the ceremony."  Now, it's my turn to blush, right to the
tips of my ears, but I make no objection.  "Jim and Bruce please come
forward and do your duty."  With that, Nancy steps off the platform and
leaves it to Denise and me.

Upon arriving at the stage, Denise and I step out of our shoes and stand
quietly, side by side on the stage waiting for Jim and Bruce to undress us.
Jim takes his place behind Denise and Bruce behind me.  Nancy nods and the
displaying of our womanly charms begins.  I'll give Bruce his due for not
spoiling anything; he simply steps around front, bows slightly, unbuttons
my blouse and removes it.  Then he unzips my skirt, which falls to the
floor.  I step out of it; he retrieves it and places it on a chair with my
blouse.  Stepping behind me, he unhooks my bra, I shrug it off my shoulders
and he adds it to the chair.  I look over at Denise and see that Jim has
synchronized his actions to Bruce's, so we are in just our nylons and
panties.  Jim removes Denise's pantyhose and my thigh-hi nylons are
deposited on the chair as well.  I feel Bruce hook his fingers into the
waistband of my panties and then down they go.  I step out of them and
Bruce puts them with the rest of my clothes.  Then Jim and he return to the
crowd and get their drinks.  I'm sure I'm as red as they come, I can feel
the blood rise to my face.  It takes some willpower for me not to try to
cover myself.  It has been awhile since I've been nude in front of this
many people and it feels a bit strange.  My stripper experience helps me,
and my acquired nonchalance about nudity in front of a dressed public, but
I can only imagine what Denise is feeling.

Nancy raises her glass and intones, "To Denise and Cathy, may Denise have a
beautiful ending and may Cathy be a stunning collaborator!  Here's to a
great execution!"

Everyone drinks up and then we get a round of applause that seems to go on
forever.  I'm crying softly by the end and so is Denise.  It is nice to
belong and be loved.

"OK everyone, enough of the formalities.  All bow," she commands and the
entire crowd bows to us.  "Let's eat!"

Denise and I get down off the stage and head for the food and drinks.  As
guest of honor, Denise gets first dibs, but after that, it's every man for
himself.

Denise and I stick together (safety in numbers, I suppose), but there is no
need.  We are treated with honor and respect.  Many people come up, say a
few words of farewell to Denise, and hug her or shake her hand.  A few do
the same to me, but Denise is clearly the center of attention, as it should
be.  As the party starts winding down around 1400, Nancy comes over and
tells Denise, "You don't have to stay this afternoon."

Denise replies, "Thank-you, but I think I will.  There's a few things I
still need to go over with my replacement and I'll feel better if I leave
at 1700, just like on any other day.  It was a great send off."  Denise
surprises Nancy by leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the lips.
Nancy, eyes wide, looks over at me and I give her a wink.

I get dressed again for the afternoon shift, but Denise decides to stay
nude.  "It's the last time most of these people will see me in the flesh,
so I want them to see a lot of it."  Denise giggles.  We arrange for her to
come to my home around 1200 and help me with the set up for our Saturday
night orgy.  She'll bring a bag so she can leave directly from my place and
head up north to Narita to visit her family on Sunday.

Chapter 8 - The Boys Come

At 1200 on the dot, my doorbell rings and there stands Denise.  As usual,
when at home, I am naked.  I tell her to leave her bag in the study, as
that room will be off-limits to the boys, so it won't be disturbed.  She
drops it off, comes back out, and sits down on the couch.  I sit in a chair
angled towards the couch and ask, "How are you doing?  Would you like
something to drink?"

"I'm doing just fine.  My anticipation of both tonight's and Monday's event
is high.  I'm really glad I have your help for both, especially tonight.
I'd be all worked up trying to plan it.  If you have some Coke that would
be nice."

I go into the kitchen and get us both bottles of Coke.  I hand her hers and
sit down again.  I study her for a few moments and then make my decision.
"Do you ever do drugs?"  I ask.

"Huh?!"  She looks surprised at the question.

"I'll explain.  I don't do them myself except for the ones I get from the
convenience store.  But, tonight is rather special.  There are drugs that
we could do that would enhance the whole evening, keep us going and
generally turn us into sex machines."  I smile at her and continue, "There
would be no need to let the boys in on our secret.  Any recharges we might
need can be stashed in the study."

While I am talking, Denise is clearly thinking about it.  When I finish,
her first question is, "Do you have a way to get illegal drugs; I certainly
don't."

I giggle a bit and say, "Usually nor do I, but in this case I think it can
be arranged."

"OK, let's do it!"  She looks enthused.

"Alright.  Please stay here.  I'm going into the study to make a call."  I
pick up my purse and pad off into the study.  I get out the phone I am to
use only for contact with John.  The documents I have in my safe state
that, if I am wanted John will contact me and I am not to contact him other
than in a case of need.  I think this qualifies.  I press the large
indentation in the phone and wait.

Within ten seconds John picks up and says, "Cathy, what is it?"

I don't expect a warm hello and I don't get it.  "Can you get me some LSD,
cocaine, and whatever that aphrodisiac was that was used on me?"

"What for?  You're not on a mission."  He didn't sound happy.

"Denise, a girl from work, is being executed Monday.  We are having a mini-
orgy tonight.  I want to give her a good time."

"Hmmm, is that the execution you are going to be part of?"  John asks, as
flat toned as always.

"Yes."

"How much do you need?"

"I'm not sure, I don't do drugs.  Enough for two people for one night.
I'll dispose of any extra."  I hope I sound right.  This is important to
me; I'd like to see if the OSA will come through when they don't need to.

"Hold on a second," he replies.  About a minute later he returns and says,
"Be at 497A-5 NW Niroshima Avenue at 1400.  Enter through the door marked
`Exit 2' and give the password `tree'.  You will be given a blue case with
the drugs you have requested.  Instructions for their use will be inside.
This call has been deemed to be in the line of duty.  Good-bye."  He hangs
up before I can reply.

I'm very happy over the outcome.  It's helpful I am trusted to use good
judgment and my opinion of the OSA has gone up a notch or two.  I repeat
the address to myself, but I not familiar with that street.

I carefully put away the phone in my purse and pad back to the living room.
Denise, who has turned on the TV and is watching some golf match, looks up
as I enter.  I smile triumphantly at her and say, "It's all set.  How long
will it take us to get to NW Niroshima from here?"

"About forty to fifty minutes, I think."

I look over at the clock.  It's 1250.  "We need to be there at 1400, so I'm
going to get dressed.  I also think we should take my car.  We're going
after illegal drugs and I don't want to be too noticeable.  We'll pick up
the rest of the stuff for tonight on the way back."  I pad off to my
bedroom to get some clothes on.

It's the weekend, so no skirt for me.  I slip into a form fitting pair of
short shorts, and slip my head into a sleeveless turtleneck crop-top.  I
put on a pair of socks and get a pair of sneakers.  No bra or panties, I'm
going for comfort and the top is thick enough that it reveals nothing.  I
go the dresser and apply lipstick and some light eyeshadow.  I don't feel
right going out totally unmade-up.  Shoes in hand, I pad back to the living
room.  The golf match is still on, which would bore me to pieces, but
Denise seems to like it.  Soporific for some, entertainment for others.
It's an interesting world.  It's about 1305 and I suggest, "Let's get
going.  If we're early I can just drive around, but I don't want to be
late."

"OK."  Denise turns off the TV and slips her flats on while I sit in the
entryway and lace up my sneakers.  We leave the condo and head over to the
garage where my car is parked.  As I've mentioned before Denise drives a
canary yellow Ferrari.  My car is a good deal more conservative.  It's a
sliver gray Mercedes-Benz SL550.  Seats 2 like Denise's, but has a more
useful room to carry things and an actual trunk.  The OSA has modified it
so it has some special features that help me out.  We get in, I fire it up,
back it out, put the top down as it is a gorgeous day and off we go.

We get semi-lost on the way, Niroshima is no easy street to find and as we
park, the clock in the car reads 1401.  I see the door marked `Exit 2' and
tell Denise, "Wait here.  I'll go get the stuff."  I get out of the car and
find the door unlocked as expected and enter, letting the door shut behind
me.  As soon as it closes, I hear it lock.  I see no one around, but on the
counter top in front of me is a blue case strapped to the counter.  I walk
over to the counter and not knowing what else to do clearly say, "Tree."
The straps release their hold on the case and withdraw into the counter
top.  At the same time, I hear the door behind me unlock.  I pick up the
case and exit the room.  The OSA is certainly protective of their privacy. 
I think this is probably the only time they'll use this location.

I sit back down next to Denise; show her the box and say, "Score."  I reach
under the seat and press a fingerprint activated button.  On the deck
behind us a compartment opens, just the right size to hold the case.  I put
the case into the compartment and close it.  I turn back to Denise and tell
her, "Now it's off to Sexland to get a few goodies for tonight.  My
personal set of toys has already been moved to the study.  What's the best
way to get there from here?"

She gives me some directions and at 1445, we park in the Sexland parking
lot.  Denise asks, "Will the drugs be safe?"

"For certain, a bomb that would blow up the car won't open that
compartment."  I see no reason to lie.  Denise may wonder why I have such a
car, but after Monday, it will be a moot point.

I may have said a few goodies, but Sexland is several thousand dollars
richer when we leave at 1530.  We head straight home, I've already stocked
in the food and drinks, so we need to make no more stops.  We're home by
1550 and unload the car into the condo.  I put the blue case temporarily in
the safe in my study and we get to work getting the place ready for the
boys.  By 1630, it's looking good; I think they'll be pleased, Denise
certainly is.

I say, "I think it's time to take a look at our stash."  Denise nods her
head in agreement.  I pad into the study, open the safe, get the case and
bring it back to the living room where I deposit it on the coffee table.
Inside are eight vials of a white powder, half dozen syringes with a pale
red fluid in them and four purple tablets.  There is a sheet of paper on
top.  I unfold it and it's titled, `Instructions for Use'.

Reading from the paper I tell Denise, "The vials with the white powder are
cocaine, the pills are LSD and the syringes contain an aphrodisiac."  As I
read, Denise's eyes get wider and wider.  "Do you still want to do this?
We don't have to, but I think doing them will maximize our enjoyment.  And
the boys get us to do with as they please, which I'm sure will be plenty
for them."

Thinking back on what we bought at Sexland, Denise replies, "They won't get
bored I'm sure.  And yes, I do want to go ahead with doing the drugs, it'll
make the whole night a new experience for me."  Denise smiles at me and
asks, "What next?"

Looking back down at the sheet, I say, "The LSD we should do soon as it
takes about an hour to activate.  It says to take the second pill about six
hours after the first.  The cocaine we can start anytime.  It says to take
a sniff up each nostril from a vial any time we feel we need a boost.  It
says it's been calibrated to prevent us from overdosing.  We should inject
the first dosage of the aphrodisiac about fifteen minutes before the boys
get here and then inject boosters four hours apart.  I'll go get some water
and we can take the LSD."  I go into the kitchen, get a glass of water and
sit next to Denise.  We pick up a pill, nod at each other, and put it in
our mouths.  I take a mouthful of water and swallow the pill, and then
Denise does the same.

She smiles and says, "Off to the races.  Would it be OK if I was first to
sniff the cocaine?"  I nod encouragingly.  Denise takes a vial holds it to
one nostril and sniffs, then does the same with the other and holds the
vial out to me.  I take it and follow suit.  A most interesting smell and
soon I can taste a unique flavor.  I like it and so must Denise as she
takes a second hit.  A few minutes later, I do too.

I comment, "This is going to be fun.  You know, it's 1700.  We ought to get
into our outfits; the boys will be here soon."  She nods her head and arm-
in-arm we head off to the bedroom to put on our first costume.

My choice is a cat-girl outfit.  I strip off my clothes and toss them in
the closet followed by Denise's.  I pull on the tawny colored semi-see thru
crotchless panties.  Then I fit the bra on, which is also tawny colored and
semi-see thru, with a golden fringe about fifteen centimeters long.  Denise
hooks it in the back for me.  The bra also has holes in the front through
which my nipples and areola protrude.  I put on the headband with the cat
ears and insert my hands and feet into the paws.  My skin has decent color
so I decide nylons are not needed, at least not yet.  I get up onto the bed
and kneel down thrusting my butt into the air.  Denise takes my tail and
dips the dildo-like end into some special lubricant we bought, a tub of
which is on each night stand next to the bed.  It's made of a combination
of Vaseline and fragrant oils, so it won't dry out over time like water
based ones do.  She takes some of the lube on one of her fingers and rubs a
little on the outside of my anus.  She gets a little more and sliding her
finger into my butt spreads it on my rectum.  It's been a little while
since I've had anything up my ass; I forgot how good it feels.  She removes
her finger and starts to insert the dildo end of the tail into my anus.  I
relax and push back at her and it slides right in up to the fur.  I stand
up and wiggle my hips.  It's not going to come out accidentally and I feel
myself wetting slightly from the sensation.  As Denise is dressing, I go
over to the dresser and apply some black eyeshadow and lipstick that
matches the color of my outfit.  I'm good to go.

Denise's choice is a good deal different.  She's going for the Greek
goddess look, Lady Diana.  She slips into a one piece floor length
sleeveless tunic.  The top half is white and then it gradually becomes a
sea blue near the bottom.  There is a zipper that zips right up the front
to the top of the tunic.  Denise has D cup breasts, which fill out the
built in bra nicely.  The front is cut low enough to expose her breasts
just shy of her nipples.  The bra pushes them together and up.  Her boobs
were big enough before, but I am getting an inferiority complex now as
those massive mammillaries threaten to escape.  She sits on the bed and
starts to slip on her nylons.  They are tan in color and enhance the look
of her legs nicely.  We bought a few pairs of thigh-hi nylons at Sexland.
They are expensive, but look just as regular nylons do and you don't need a
garter belt.  That's all she puts on, no panties at all.  You can't tell
just by looking, of course.  She also applies just eyeshadow and lipstick,
a lighter color than what I chose.  She looks fabulous and I'm sure Jim
will appreciate the virginal aura.  Her short cut hair is just long enough
to emphasize her eyes and ethereal quality.  We are a contrast in body
tones and build.  We both apply a light spray of selected perfume from my
dressing table.  I seldom use more than a whiff, but Denise checked out
each scent and chose a rather light floral spray, while I chose a more
musky scent to go with my initial cat-girl look.

I look at the clock and see it's 1717.  I say to Denise, "We ought to do
our first injections of the aphrodisiac."  I pad back to the living room
followed by Denise.

"Didn't I hear a car pull up?"  Denise asks.

"Perhaps, but they know that the door won't open before 1730 and I'll bet
the doorbell rings at exactly 1730."  I pull off the paws on my hands and
open the case.  I take out a pair of syringes.

"Where are we supposed to inject it?  I don't know how to use a syringe
either."

"The instructions say the best place is in the rear, near a hip.  And the
syringes are automatic; you hold them against the target and press the red
button.  I'll do you and you do me.  Hold your hem up so I can get at your
butt."  I take a syringe and press it against her butt and trigger it.  The
fluid empties into her rear.  Soon I know she won't care what is done to
her as long as it involves something sexual.  I pull my panties aside,
exposing my butt.  A bit nervously she injects me.  There's a small sting,
but not enough to get either of us to yip.  We both take another pair of
hits from a coke vial.  I close the case.  I tell Denise, "I'm going to put
this into the safe in my study, close, but not lock the door.  Any time you
feel like some more coke, feel free.  We'll meet there in four hours to get
a booster of the aphrodisiac."

I take the case go, into the study and put it into the safe.  Many of the
toys we bought today are here as well, waiting to be unveiled to the boys. 
I pad back to the living room, put my paws back on, wave them around in
front of my face a bit, and note that it is 1728.  Almost time!

"Are you feeling the LSD yet?"  I ask and follow up with, "You'll have to
answer the door.  I don't think I can in these."  I hold up my paws.

"Oh yesss, the LSD is kicking in.  It's nice."

"It is isn't it," as the colors from my paws seems to remain in the air
awhile.

The doorbell rings, I glance at the clock, 1730 on the nose.  We move
toward the door.  I remain on the carpet a couple meters short of the
entryway and Denise opens the door.  The affair begins.

"Welcome gentlemen, come in and make yourselves at home," Denise says.  She
turns and comes to stand by me.  Jim and Bruce come in; Jim closes the door
behind him and locks it.  "That just triggered a time lock.  The door will
not open again until 0700 tomorrow," she tells them.  They look at each
other and shrug.  After taking off their shoes, they step onto the carpet
and start looking us over.  They both breakout in big grins.

"Welcome home, masters," I say with my eyes cast downward, "We hope we
please you and have many things to do so, but do not hesitate to correct
improper behavior."  I look up at them.  "Just one new rule.  The study," I
point at the door, "is off-limits to both of you.  Only Denise and I can go
in.  Many of our surprises are in there, so please don't ruin them, OK?"
They both nod their heads in agreement.  Again, I cast my eyes downward and
in a meek tone say, "I would like to be disciplined now, for not showing my
masters proper respect."  I peer up at Bruce, "Bruce, sir, please slap my
face."  He looks surprised and I think he is going to refuse.  "You must
have wanted to and I want to show that very little is forbidden, so please
slap me and hard," I say softly.  All of the drugs are kicking in by now
and I want to get things started.

Bruce moves closer and, with Jim and Denise watching intently, slaps me
solidly across my face.  The sting travels directly to my pussy as I
stumble away a few steps and then straighten back up.  "That was just
right.  Let's get this party started!"  And I shake my tail at him.  That
seems to break the ice.  We all start laughing and Bruce comes over, hooks
a finger in my cunt and leads me over to the chair next to the couch.  Jim
and Denise join us and sit together on the couch.  Bruce gets a drink off
the coffee table and tells me to remove his clothes, which I do, noticing
his genital area is hairless, like mine.  Naked, he sits in the chair and
directs me to go back over by the front door, get down on my hands and
knees, crawl over to him and then give him a blowjob.  As I am crawling
across the floor, I look over at Jim and Denise.  Denise has one of her
legs over Jim's and he's got a hand under her dress well up on her thigh, I
think.  They are both French kissing and paying no attention to Bruce and
me.  I continue my crawl, wiggling my hips so my tail swishes back and
forth.  I get to Bruce and lower my head toward his lap.  He's gotten a
little hard and I'm able to get the head of his penis in my mouth without
any assistance.  But, I go no further.  I take no more of his penis into my
mouth and I'm not moving much, just licking at it a little.  I need him to
realize that this isn't my office.  Here I am a slave and no is not part of
my vocabulary tonight.

Bruce thrusts his hips up at me and I pull back, still not letting him go
deeper.  As I said before, Bruce, although unlikable is not stupid,
abruptly he leans forward and grabs my head.  Then he starts to thrust into
me using my mouth just like a cunt.  I start to moisten as his assault
continues.  Several times, he forces his dick into my throat and holds it
there, longer and longer each time.  My gag reflex makes my throat milk his
penis, just as if it is sucking on it.  The LSD coupled with the
aphrodisiac is making his every motion cause my pussy to twitch.  He
startles me by shifting one hand to a breast and squeezing it, hard.  Then
he rams his cock to full depth and starts cumming down my throat.  He keeps
it there until it gets soft, then sits back in the chair and picks up his
drink from the end table.  I look up at him and say, "Thank-you, master."

He invites me to join him and sit on the arm of the chair.  While invading
my cunt with his fingers we watch Jim and Denise go at it.  Denise is
sitting on Jim's lap, her dress pulled up to her waist and we clearly see
Jim's penis penetrating her honeypot as well as hearing the slushing sounds
coming from the junction.  He's unzipped her dress down to where her boobs
spill out and he's fondling them while he fucks her.  It looks marvelous,
Denise starts to shudder and Jim thrusts up into her and I feel I can
almost see his cum shooting into her vagina.  Soon she lifts off of him and
stands, unzips the dress the rest of the way and stands there, naked except
for her nylons, while we watch cum leak out of her cunt and drip onto the
floor.  We all take a break then and hit the munchies and drinks.  Denise
and I excuse ourselves, go into the study and get a couple more hits of
coke in us.  Bringing some toys with us, and returning to the living room,
we stand together near the boys awaiting further orders.

It's nearly 0230.  Denise and I have been fucked and sometimes slapped
around in just about every way possible, although neither of the men has
fucked me in the ass, even though both have done Denise that way.  Denise
and I have taken our LSD and second aphrodisiac boosters and several more
hits of coke, so we are flying high.  Toys of various sizes and
descriptions are scattered around the living room and the bedroom.  The
cosplay is much fun for everyone, but I think the biggest hit is my cat-
girl outfit.  Both men have shown amazing stamina and a seemingly endless
supply of semen, which evolution has supplied to them.  I think I've
personally swallowed a liter of cum.  I've got so much sperm swimming
around inside me that, if I could get pregnant, I'd deliver a litter.  The
rumors turn out to be true, Bruce is close to the best sexual partner I've
had.  I am very pleased on how the night has gone so far.  One of the more
interesting positions is when the boys have Denise and I sixty-nine each
other, while at the same time Jim is fucking Denise and Bruce has his adept
tool buried in my quim.  As we all approach orgasm, Jim withdraws from
Denise's pussy and drives his cock into my mouth and cums.  I can taste his
cum and Denise's juice together; it's a heavenly experience.  I experience
a small orgasm, triggered by the combination of Jim and Denise's taste.  I
notice that even when Jim is being forceful, he's always the gentleman,
which makes me even more willing to go with the flow.  Shortly, Bruce pulls
out of me and rams his dick into Denise's mouth, cumming as well.  She
winces a little when he first shoves in, but is happily swallowing his
semen soon after.  Ah Bruce, it's a good thing for my independence that you
don't have Jim's good traits as well as your sexual mastery.

A few minutes later as we are resting up from our latest bout, Bruce
notices an eyebolt in the ceiling.  He points at it and asks, "What is that
for?"  I look over at Denise and she nods at me, it's time for our piece-
de-resistance.  We stand and ask the men to excuse us for a few minutes, as
we need a little set-up time.  We go into the study, inject the last
aphrodisiac booster and get another hit of coke.  Then Denise collects the
items for the show, I pick up a small platform and we move back to the
living room.  We have all long since become totally nude.

Denise leads the way.  I stop directly under the eyebolt, put down the
platform and stand on it.  Denise moves behind me, pulls my arms to the
rear and wraps a pair of white padded cuffs around my wrists, and then
locks them together.  While doing so she announces, "This slave has been
disobedient once too often and has been sentenced to hang by her neck until
dead."  Jim and Bruce's eyes get wide.  Bruce smiles broadly and Jim looks
a little concerned.  Denise squats and begins to fasten padded shackles
around my ankles while continuing, "One of you will get to hang this
worthless slave.  By pulling the platform to the front, you can fuck her
cunt or you can pull the platform to the rear and fuck her up the ass while
she hangs.  Who shall it be?"  While Jim and Bruce discuss the matter
Denise feeds one end of the rope through the eyebolt in the ceiling and
adjusting the length to place the noose at throat level, she ties off the
other end to a mounting point imbedded in the floor.  I tremble looking at
the noose hanging in front of my face.  I am allowed to gaze on the noose
for a minute or so, which multiplies the apprehension.  Then she slips the
noose over my head, settles it around my throat and makes it snug.  My
heart is pounding a symphony.  Fluid from my cunt is leaking out and down
my legs.  I don't know why this sort of thing turns me on so.  Denise and I
agreed I would hang for six minutes, which is four minutes or so after I
pass out.  It's a little risky, but should provide the maximum stimulation
for the man who is fucking me.  We are using a kit from Sexland that
includes revival gear, which also guarantees to leave no rope burns.

Bruce stands up and says, "I will hang this disobedient slut and fuck her
while she dies."

Jim says, "I will fuck Denise, doggy style, in front of the slave while she
hangs to emphasize what she will be missing by not behaving properly."

The boys have really gotten into it and my excitement ratchets up some
more.  I hope this works for everyone; I love it.  I can feel my nipples
standing upright from my breasts and my cunt and anus twitching in
anticipation.  Denise picks up the seven-centimeter long penis gag from the
floor, inserts it into my mouth and tightly fastens it, stifling any pleas
I may try to make.  Squeezing my breasts forcefully, she intones, "This
rebellious slave does not deserve any last words."

A couple meters in front of me, Denise gets on her hands and knees as
instructed.  Jim gets down behind her, slides his cock full length into her
vagina, and then remains there.  Denise sighs, then looks at me and says,
"Is the condemned ready to have the decree carried out?"  Shivering a
little from what she says, I shake my head yes.  Denise looks at Bruce and
says, "You may carry out the sentence."

Jim starts to piston in and out of Denise as Bruce walks over in front of
me.  My honeypot starts drooling in expectation.  He squeezes my breasts a
few times then bends over and gets the short loop of rope attached to the
platform, then walks behind me and before I can react, pulls the platform
from under me.  I drop a few centimeters and feel my toes reaching for the
floor that I know is so close.  I'm getting a little air still, but that is
rapidly diminishing as the noose closes off my throat.  I hear some
movement behind me then astonishingly Bruce impales my ass right up to his
balls in one thrust.  His technique is amazing.  I orgasm immediately from
the shock.  My rectum squeezes down on Bruce's dick and my pussy contracts,
sending more liquid down my legs.  Steadily, stiffly Bruce fucks me as I
sway a little under the force of his impacts.  Denise and Jim are staring
at me while they continue making love on the floor.  I can hear noises
coming from her pussy and she is getting a little red.  My breathing has
stopped entirely; I am getting no more air.  My feet stretch and my hands
clutch, but they neither reach the floor nor find something to hold.  I rub
my thighs together, providing some stimulation to my clitoris.  Meanwhile,
not slacking his pace one bit, Bruce reaches around, pinches one of my
nipples, and then starts squeezing the breast.  This triggers another
orgasm and I spasm on Bruce's dick again and again.  My vision starts to
blacken and my movements become weaker, but I am more and more aware of the
member penetrating my ass.  Just before I pass out, I see Jim cum into
Denise; he thrusts into her and holds while pumping his sperm into the
deepest region of her vagina.  I cum as well, twitching around Bruce's
penis as the world fades from view.

Later, Denise tells me what happens next.  Once I pass out, Bruce stops
moving in me.  For two minutes I hang motionless, and then as the oxygen
starts to really run out, my body makes a last effort.  It shudders and
convulses trying to get loose from the noose.  Bruce need not do anything;
I am doing it all; he describes the sensation of my rectum milking him with
its involuntary motions as exquisite.  Soon he can no longer hold himself
back and cums in my ass, Denise counting the twelve pulses of cum that
expel into me.  He pulls out of me and I am allowed to hang for another
minute, very quietly now, with just occasional trembles of my body, while
they all watch Bruce's cum drip out of my ass.  At the six-minute mark,
they release the rope.  Denise removes the noose, pulls out the gag, straps
an oxygen mask to my face and using the supplied paddles applied to my
breasts shocks me going again.  Everything goes as planned.

After coming around, the boys praise both of us for such an imaginative
event.  It's now about 0330 and we all adjourn to the bedroom for the rest
of the night.  Although we all think we can't cum anymore, we are wrong.
Jim gets his chance at my ass and leaves a load inside and Bruce at last
gets to tit-fuck Denise spraying a load on her tits and face.  The boys
finally fall asleep at 0500 with Bruce inside of me and Jim inside of
Denise.  At 0615, the alarm goes off and Jim and Bruce groggily wake up.
Denise and I, due to the drugs in us, get no sleep, but it allows us to
make sure the boys wake up with their cocks still buried in a pussy.  We
quietly chat while waiting for the alarm, reinserting the boys' penises
whenever they slip out.  We slide off of them and then, kneeling in-between
their legs, we give them one last blowjob.  I do Jim and Denise does Bruce,
and we swallow every drop of cum they miraculously can still provide.

At 0700, the door unlocks and Bruce and Jim are ready to go.  Denise and I
are still nude.  Jim tenderly kisses Denise good-bye while Bruce is
grabbing my ass and saying, "See you next week."  Dickhead!!  That's what
he thinks!  They both leave; we close the door and then collapse on the
couch.  I gently stroke Denise's sweat-soaked dark hair and ask, "Was it
OK?"

She smiles up at me and answers, "It was more than I ever hoped for.  If
the execution is half as good I'll be satisfied."

I giggle and say, "It will be better, I promise you."

At about 1000, Denise departs for Narita and a rendezvous with her family. 
I kiss her good-bye and tell her not to cry too much, a family can have
that effect on you.  We agree that she'll leave her car in Narita and take
the train to station HNT42 in Tokyo in time to arrive there at 1500 Monday
where I'll pick her up and take her to the Lottery Board for our 1600
reporting time.  I wave, and then go back inside to clean up the mess.

Chapter 9 - Into the Web

The train pulls into HTN42 right on time.  I wave at Denise as I see her
exit the train.  She's the image of cuteness.  She's wearing a frilly knee
length white empire waist dress with pink edging and lace.  A pair of white
pumps complete the look, and the look is lovely.  She's wearing some kind
of tan hosiery, but today I decide not to do any skirt flipping, just
wouldn't go with her outfit.  As for me, I'm wearing the same thing I wore
Saturday.  It's comfortable and easy to remove.  Denise shows not nearly
the restraint I do, as when we're exchanging a greeting kiss she reaches
under my top and gives my boob a little squeeze.

We both giggle at that and I say, "We should be on our way.  We don't want
to keep the perverts waiting."

Denise laughs and replies, "Perverts?  Then we're a world of perverts if
one is to believe the ratings."

Hand in hand, we walk to the car and I drive us to the Lottery Board's
chosen execution site.  I lock my purse in the hidden compartment and we
get out.  As we get near the door, Denise grips my hand tighter and says,
"Cathy, I hate to admit this, but I am afraid," and starts to cry softly.

I pull her to me, hug her and softly say, "I think you wouldn't be a normal
human if you weren't.  After all this is your last day on earth, you
deserve to be afraid.  But, I will be with you until the end and I can
promise that once things get started your fear will speedily be replaced by
fun and joy.  Almost nobody would watch these events if the girl looked
anything other than happy and excited.  This is a pretty nice planet to
live on, you're free to find your own way and people are generally very
friendly, so why wouldn't they want you to enjoy your last moments?"  I
would love to tell her about mine, but I can't.

Denise dries her tears, kisses me, then looks me steadily in the eyes, "OK,
you are right.  I'm ready now.  Let's go have some fun."  We stride up to
the door, open it and pass into the site from which Denise will never
return.

As soon as we enter, we are greeted in the lobby by a naked girl, maybe
fourteen or fifteen years old.  She introduces herself as Robyn, an intern
working during the summer while she makes up her mind whether to sign up
for the lottery.  She says she'll be going back to school in about ten days
and still isn't sure.  Denise says, "Don't rush it.  Make sure it's what
you want to do and don't listen to your friends, it's your body.  With that
said, I am here to be executed today and I do not regret signing up at all.
I'm excited and a bit nervous, but fundamentally I am looking forward to
the whole experience."

Robyn gives us a big smile and replies, "Thanks for the advice.  It's good
to hear it from you.  I'll think about what you said and make sure it's
right for me.  Could you both follow me?  I'm here to get you where you
need to be until the execution begins.  By the way, is it all right if I
watch?  Some of the selectees don't like the staff watching, they think it
biases them or something."  With that, Robyn turns and heads down the
hallway, her cute little butt cheeks jiggling as she goes.

Denise giggles, "Sure, feel free to watch.  It'll help you know if what I
said was true."  We fall in behind Robyn and she leads us to a room labeled
`Documentation'.  Bureaucracy is everywhere.  Denise gets her tattoo
scanned, checks a form listing how she wants her insurance distributed,
then another form showing her volunteer status and then signs a third form
certifying she is reporting for execution as instructed.  She has a couple
of alterations to make on the insurance form.  One of her grandmothers has
died since the last one was filled out and one of her uncles has fallen on
hard times and Denise wants him to get a bequest.  Finally, all the
paperwork is done and Robyn leads us back into the hallway, takes a left
turn, then a right, another right and lastly we walk down a long corridor
that ends at an unmarked door.  We enter into what is obviously a changing
room.

Robyn instructs, "Please remove all of your clothing.  Cathy, place your
things into this basket, which I'll keep with me for safety and return to
you after the execution is over.  Denise, put your clothes into this box.
We will send it along with your body to your parents."  Denise shivers
slightly at the word body and then commences taking off her clothes.  I
discover that she is wearing pantyhose, and virginal white bikini panties
and bra.  She places everything carefully in the box, putting her shoes on
the top.  Robyn closes the box, which is self-sealing and places it on a
small cart labeled `Deliveries'.

I pull off my top and shorts, revealing a braless chest and a panty-less
bottom, which raise Robyn's eyebrows a tad.  I drop them, my socks, and
shoes in the basket, giving it to Robyn with the comment, "Take good care
of these, they're my favorite top and shorts."

"I promise I will."  Robyn, carrying the basket I gave her, leads us into
an adjoining room that has a few chairs and a door with a red light
illuminated over it.  Robyn places the basket on a chair, opens a
compartment in the wall and takes out a small device.  She brings it over,
hands it to me and says, "Put this in your ear, Execution Central will send
you directions so that you can perform your role.  You may share anything
told you with Denise."  I take the device and fit it into my ear channel.
Almost immediately I hear a voice, `Test, test.  If you can hear me, please
nod your head.'  I nod and the device goes dead.

Denise comments, "It's practically invisible.  If I wasn't looking for it,
I'd never notice it."

"Cool."

Robyn announces, "I will stay with you two until it's time to start.  When
the light above the door turns green, go through the door.  The execution
scenario commences as soon as you enter the next room, OK?"  We nod our
heads in understanding and the three of us sit down and start chatting as
women do.  Robyn asks us what we do and looks a little disappointed when we
tell her we're regular office ladies.  I understand she was hoping for
something a bit more exotic, but my life is currently such a joy and source
of contentment that I doubt, at her age, she'd understand.  Robyn is
planning on becoming a mathematician.  She says that she can `see'
equations, which may very well be true.  Most mathematicians I've met are a
bit flaky.  A few minutes later the light turns green and the door slides
back into the wall.  My heartbeat immediately speeds up.

Robyn stands, "It's time," she says.  "Good luck and have fun."  Then,
picking up the basket with my things, she exits the room behind us.

Denise and I stand, kiss lightly and hand in hand, we walk through the door
into our adventure.  As soon as we walk into the room, the door slides shut
behind us.  The room is entirely white with no visible exits.  The only
things I see are a pair of harnesses hanging from the ceiling.  The voice
in my ear says, `Put the harnesses on' (as if I couldn't tell).  I take a
harness off its hanger and start putting it on Denise.  It's made of a
leather-like material and is constructed of five circular pieces held
together with vertical pieces of the same material.  I encircle Denise's
neck and snap the strap together in the back.  As I pull the next piece,
which rides just on the upper portion of her breasts, around her Denise
comments, "It fits perfectly, snug, but not tight."  I snap the second ring
into place, then the third, which goes just under her breasts, the fourth,
which is around her waist and the fifth that encloses her hips.  A strap
hangs from the band surrounding her hips.  It starts flat then becomes
round and ends in a plug-like shape.  I guide it in-between her legs and
install the other end into the socket on the back of the hip belt.  At
first, there's plenty of slack, then it swiftly shortens as it disappears
into her slit.  "Ohhh, that was interesting," Denise says.

As Denise retrieves the other harness I ask, "How does it feel?"

She replies, "Very good actually.  As I said before it's snug, but not
tight and it doesn't bind anywhere.  The sensation from my genitals is...
Well, you'll see."  She encases me just as I did her.  She's right; it's
snug, but not uncomfortable at all.  As the crotch strap tightens I rise up
on my tiptoes, it's not unpleasant, just different.  I'm not used to
continuous pressure on my clitoral hood.  At this moment I'm glad I haven't
followed Mary's advice and had it removed.  A little dulling of sensation
can be a good thing.  I can feel my labial lips enwrap the intruder and in
spite of the surprise, I begin to lubricate.

Taken aback I say to Denise, "I'm starting to get wet."  Because there are
no visible cameras or microphones, I've totally forgotten we are on the
air.  Denise and I are in our own private world.

"So am I."

As soon as the crotch strap has finished tightening, a door opens in front
of us.  I take Denise's hand and we walk through it.

It's like stepping outside.  I can see the sky where there are a few puffy
clouds, there's a mild breeze and I'd guess the air temperature is about
thirty degrees, perfect for our state of dress.  I hear the sound of birds
chirping.  Directly in front of us is a dirt path bounded by a grassy area
that leads toward a grove of birch trees.  I look over at Denise.  She
looks at me and shows me one of the biggest grins I've ever seen.  "I don't
believe this.  I had in mind a dungeon or some such.  Especially after this
getup," pointing at her harness.  "This is gonna be a blast!"  If anything,
her grin widens.

I feel a similar expression on my own face.  It looks like Execution
Central is going to leave us to our own devices and pace.  I hug her and
give her crotch strap a little tug, then back away onto the soft grass
giggling like a schoolgirl.  Denise laughs as well and makes a grab for
mine, but I successfully dance away.  After a few minutes of tag, we hug
again and I say, "I think this adventure is going to be enjoyable.  I don't
think they're going for the dark side today."

"Nope.  What say we see what's down the path?"  Denise ventures.

"Let's."  I take her hand and we move along the path, the dirt soft under
our bare feet, the cord running through our pussies continuing to provide
stimulation.

We quickly reach the birch grove and following the path continue on our
way.  The sounds of the leaves rustling, birds chirping and the soft
footfalls as we walk along are soothing.  It's hard to tell hard far we
walk, but I notice the birches thinning, then we step out into a small
clearing.  The birch grove surrounds the area and we can see the path
continuing on the far side.  Directly in front of us is a dirt depression
in the ground, devoid of trees.  The ground looks wet, like mud.  We move
up to the edge of the dirt area.  The path ends.  The obvious thing to do
is skirt the muddy zone and continue up the path on the far side.  I ask
Denise, "What do you think?  Should we try to go around?"

Denise gives a few moments of thought then says, "Why don't we walk through
the mud.  I haven't played in the mud for a long time."

I giggle and respond, "Sure, why not.  We can always turn around."  Famous
last words.

Side by side, we step in the mud, which squishes coolly between our toes.
As we progress the mud deepens quickly, the bottom steepens and is
slippery.  Suddenly Denise calls out, "Do you see something moving in
there?"  I stop, the mud about half way up my calves, and examine the
surface.  Soon I see what looks like a small worm break the surface and
then another and another.

"Looks like it's full of worms."  I look at Denise, who is still smiling.
She takes another step forward, lets out a small yelp and starts sliding
forward and in a jiffy ends up thigh deep in the mud at nearly the center
of the muddy area.

She calls back to me, "My feet don't touch the bottom."  It clearly doesn't
really bother her as I see her scissor her thighs, sinking nearly to her
crotch.  I decide to join her, after all I am her partner, and move slowly
forward, nearly losing my footing and finishing up also thigh deep in mud,
right next to Denise.  She reaches out, gives one of my boobs a squeeze,
and says, "Welcome to the mud hole."

I as I reach out and start fondling one of Denise's boobs; I realize she is
correct.  Our feet no longer touch and we're slowly sinking.  I feel
something touch my thigh, it's not Denise, it's one of the worms.  Denise
has sunk to her waist just as the mud touches my crotch.  Her eyes are
closed and she seems to be waving her legs under the surface.  The worms
are using my skin as a launch pad and they are slithering between my thighs
and along any skin under the surface.  As my slit disappears under the mud,
I am thankful for the crotch rope.  Not only is it providing auto-
stimulation, it's tight enough the worms don't have access to my cunt or
ass hole.  It's up to my waist now and lower part of Denise's breasts are
entering the mire.  Denise opens her eyes and remarks, "I don't know about
you, but I'm getting off on this, two orgasms and counting."  I have to
admit to myself that as the worms have gotten access to more of me, I'm
getting turned on as well.  Efficiently the worms bring on an unexpected
orgasm, I gasp and shudder and slip another five centimeters deeper.

"It's good for me too," I pant.  I feel the mud touching the bottom of my
breasts, I glance at Denise and see her breasts have sipped completely
under the surface of the mud pond; she's nearly up to her shoulders.  If
her boobs don't act as floatation, my won't, that is for sure.  I say to
Denise, "I think we're going under, but I think it's too soon to be the
end."  As the mud commences to cover my nipples, I gaze at her and watch
the mud close around her neck.

"Awe, that's too bad, I hear that drowning is incredibly erotic," Denise
gets out as she sinks to her lower lip.  The worms are slithering all over
my body; I can feel regular pulsations from Denise as she continues to cum.
I cum again and the mud has reached my neck.

The mud is about to reach Denise's nose and I say, "See you on the other
side."  Denise waves and pulls her arms under the surface where I think she
is fondling her breasts.  Her sinking seems to speed up once her nose goes
under and soon all I see are strands of her hair floating on the surface
and then those too are gone.  The mud has reached my lips and as a test, I
take a little into my mouth.  It tastes like plain old mud, which shouldn't
surprise me.  A few more minutes and I take what could be my last deep
breath and my nose goes into the mire.  My head soon follows and lastly I
feel my fingertips get covered.  I had held my hands above me in case
someone needed to identify my location.  Then just as I am ready to start
breathing mud, my feet break through the bottom and nearly instantly the
rest of me slides through and I fall something like five meters through the
air and land in a pool of water.

I claw my way to the surface, and coughing and spewing water out of my
nose, I start breathing again.  I spot Denise sitting on the edge of the
pool, laughing like a hyena.  I swim over to her, haul myself out of the
water and smack her on her rear.  "Was that so funny?"

Still giggling, but trying to restrain herself, she answers, "Oh yes, as
you fell your arms and legs were flailing every which way with mud flying
meters away, it really was funny."

I picture her description in my mind's eye and start to laugh myself, "OK
it must have looked comical, but I was about to start breathing mud and the
last thing I expected was to be flying through the air."

We giggle a little longer and then she wraps her arms around me and kisses
me, sliding her tongue into my mouth and dueling with mine.  She breaks the
kiss, looks me lovingly in the eyes and says, "Welcome back."

I kiss her, tonguing her in turn, then say, "It's good to be back."  I'm
really going to miss Denise.  I look around the area.  We seem to be in a
small cave, I see light streaming in through a hole in the wall near us.
Looking up I see no evidence of a bog bottom, just the top of the cave.  A
small waterfall spills into the pool, which must have a bottom exit as no
stream is to be seen.  As I'm about to suggest we get on the move, Denise
pokes my arm and points into the water.  Looking at where she is pointing I
see quite a few eel looking critters swimming around.  A few are very close
to where our feet are dangling into the water.  They look to be about two
or three centimeters in diameter and thirty to forty centimeters long.
Their bodies are grayish and translucent.  They appear to be blind, but are
evidently aware of us; they swim up to our toes, bump them lightly then
swim away.  Their mouths are small; it is hard to make them out.

Just then, the communicator in my ear activates, `Remove the harnesses.'
Then nothing.  "I just got an instruction for us to take these harnesses
off."  I stand up and Denise follows suit.  My crotch strap unplugs and she
slowly draws it out of my labia.  I sigh, I was getting used to being
continuously stimulated.  She unsnaps my hip, waist, lower breast, upper
breast, and neck snaps.  She removes the harness and drops it on the cave
floor, which is covered in a soft rock powder.  I remove her harness,
although the crotch strap has already slipped out of her slit, and drop it
as well.  It's nice to be naked; au naturale seems to be the theme for
today.  Then, we sit down and splashing our feet in the water discuss what
to do next.  We're both looking at the eels and, we both start to say, "We
could see..."  We laugh and I nod for her to continue.

She observes, "You know those eels come across as being harmless and seem
to be just the right size to fit in our honeypots."  She blushes and
continues, "I suppose that's a little weird."

"Not at all.  To be candid, I am thinking the same thing.  The other end of
the pool looks like it has a sandy bottom and is shallow enough for us to
sit in.  Let's give it a try.  I once did it with a dog, so an eel could be
interesting."

"I love doing it with animals," Denise admits.  "You should try a pig
someday.  Their cock is shaped like a corkscrew and it can screw itself
right into your womb; major orgasm time."  She reddens even more with the
disclosure.

My pussy tingles from her comments, "Hmmm, I'll give it some serious
thought.  I have had some guys try to penetrate my cervix, but with no
success.  It was always too painful."

"Pigs aren't painful at all, their pre-cum has a chemical that softens the
cervical plug and the end of their dick is shaped just right.  Anyhow,
that's all kind of off the subject."  Denise gets up and heads for the
shallow end of the pool.  I follow her, kind of in awe at her animal
related experience.  She seemed so conservative.

Before we get in, we spontaneously hug and kiss, intertwining our tongues. 
My hand finds her slit and I commence fingering her.  She is sopping, and a
pair of my fingers slides smoothly into her vagina.  Without breaking our
liplock, Denise fondles my breasts, sometimes pinching, sometimes circling
my nipples with her fingers, then pressing them into my chest, and lastly
gently compressing an entire breast with the palm of her hand.  I'm very
sensitive to having my boobs played with and when done properly as now, I
lubricate strongly.  We continue for several minutes, fondling and stoking,
pinching and penetrating, deliberately without having an orgasm.  Just when
another touch will send us over the edge, we unwind, step into the pool,
and sit down.  We place the soles of our feet on the bottom, spread and
interlock our legs.  Then we wait.

We don't wait for long.  Barely a minute or so passes and a mob of the eels
are cruising in our direction.  Our genitals must be giving off a scent
that circulates in the water that they are homing in on.  Several arrive at
each of us simultaneously.  It reminds me of video I have seen of sperm
arriving at an egg.  They bump together, push blindly at my vulva, and
generally get in each other's way.  I see their mouths open and some bite
me, which feels like a gentle kiss.  They nibble my pussy lips, my clitoris
and the insides of my thighs, while pressing forward trying to find an
entrance.  Marginally sooner than Denise, one of my suitors finds what he
is looking for.  I feel a smooth slick head enter the opening to my vagina,
and wriggling fiercely, he drives in, deeper and deeper.  Almost
immediately a second, perhaps drawn by the first finds the aperture and he
slides in next to the first.  I am so relaxed and turned on that my vaginal
walls expand to easily accommodate them both.  I hear Denise gasp and feel
her tighten her lock on my leg, shudder and lean back with a satisfied
smile on her face.  I'm getting very close to cumming myself.  Looking
down, I see a third eel discover my breach.  Oh my god, he's thrusting in
beside the other two.  Unbelievably he fits; my cunt somehow expands again
to be big enough for my third partner to slide in me to the full depth of
my vagina.  Moaning and gasping, over the falls I go, twitching, squirming,
clamping down on my friendly invaders and cumming.  Weakly I hear Denise
say, "Three?!"

The eels don't seem to mind my movements and continue their wriggling in
me.  It feels like they're trying to attach themselves to my vaginal walls.
Gazing at them it I get the impression they are swallowing something as I
see a slight bulge rhythmically pass half way down their bodies to where I
think their stomachs are.  The others around me have stopped their wild
attacks and are swimming slowly around nearby.   Abruptly the three in me
start backing out and as soon as they are free swim away.  As if they were
waiting, three more close in and enter my now gaping cunt.  In they slide,
perhaps twenty centimeters and oblivious to my orgasms they too start the
rhythmic motion.  While gasping from the sensations and trying to catch my
breath, I comment to Denise, "I think they are eating our vaginal
lubrication."

She looks at me surprised, while shuddering from another orgasm, then looks
down at her own privates.  After a few seconds, see looks back up and says.
"It looks to me like you are right.  What are we going to do?  If I keep
cumming I'm gonna pass out and I don't think we can feed them all."

"I think we should wait awhile yet.  I'm not cumming as often and in this
cave I don't suppose the little beggars get pussy very often.  If it gets
to the point you can't hold out, let me know and I'll think of something."

"OK, maybe I can carry on.  I'll let you know if it gets to be too much."

The second three leave; to be immediately replaced by three more.  I reach
down and stroke them.  I can feel something flow under my fingers, so
they're definitely feeding.  I look at Denise, she gives me the impression
she'll be OK.  I love animals and if these fellows need to feed, then I am
willing to let them.  I avoid having an orgasm with the third group, but as
the fourth group pushes their way in I cum again.  I realize that if I stop
cumming, I'll dry up, so I refocus on the sensations emanating from my
cunt.  It works and I can feel myself lubricating again.  Sometime during
the fifth set, Denise climbs out of the pool, sits on the edge and says,
"They've stopped coming to me and I'm pretty dry inside."  I remember from
her sleepover that Denise doesn't lube up as easy as I do.

"Don't worry about it, there aren't that many left.  You did your fair
share, rest up and I'll take care of those that remain."  My masturbation
sessions come to my rescue.  As long as I stay focused on my genitals, my
fluid keeps on flowing.  I manage to keep the cumming down to once every
two groups or so and my energy level is doing fine.  My little buddies are
getting all they can swallow and I think there will be enough for everyone.
It takes eleven groups, but I do it.  The last ones slither out and only
one moves in, he's a fairly large guy and I think I recognize him.  Oh no,
not seconds!  But, it turns out that is not his intention.  Instead, he
swims up and wraps his mouth unerringly around my clitoris and he starts to
nibble.  I gasp at the stimulation and Denise leans over to watch and
fondle my boobs.  I climb the ramp to another orgasm and in no time, the
eel has brought me to climax.  I just prevent myself from clamping my
thighs together, I don't want to hurt him, but I squirm, twitch, and moan. 
Before it becomes uncomfortable, he releases my clit, swims a figure eight
around my legs and disappears into the depths of the pool.  I guess that's
their way of thanking me.

I climb out of the pool and sit next to Denise.  She slips her finger into
my cunt, pulls it out and says, "Amazing, you are still wet after feeding
more than thirty of them, I could only handle about ten."

"It's the clean living, my dear.  What would you say to heading out of
here?  The pool is a nice place and I won't soon forget those eels, but I'd
like to see what's next.  If truth be told, I'm a little surprised we
haven't been told to pick up the pace."  In fact, the OSA has intervened
and informed the Lottery Board that they have a vested interest in this
execution and that Execution Central was to provide minimal direction and
no prodding.  They can always edit the recording later.

We stroll out of the cave and back into the sunlight.  We are at the bottom
of a small knoll.  Leading from the mouth of the cave is a path that climbs
to the top of the knoll and disappears on the other side.  Grabbing
Denise's hand, I say, "Let's get to the top of the hill.  We can rest for
awhile there and can see what is on the other side."  We take off at a
trot, and with boobs bouncing, asses jiggling and our hair ruffled by the
breeze, we are at the top in a couple of minutes.  As we stand there, I can
see our next destination.  The path continues straight down the hill and
into the edge of an oversized jungle.  I see some ferns that look as if
they are seven meters tall.  I pull Denise to me, kiss her, and whisper a
little idea in her ear.  She nods her head, slides her forefinger into my
cunt and gets it good and lubed up.  I do the same, capturing some of my
own juices.  We lie down on our stomachs next to each other on the soft
grass, just off the trail, and rest our chins on one of our forearms.  We
raise our butts into the air modestly, and then we gently slip our slick
forefingers into each other's anus.  As we slowly piston our finger in and
out of the other's butt we rest and peruse the striking scene displayed
before us.  We both like anal sex and the gentle massaging of my rectum is
relaxing and invigorating at the same.  Too soon for me, my lube wears off.
We remove the probing digits and soon after we get up and with our arms
interlaced, together head down the hill to see what awaits us in the
jungle.

Once we arrive at the bottom of the hill, the great size of the foliage
becomes obvious.  The ferns really are seven meters tall and the trees are
many times higher than that.  Except for the ferns, I don't recognize any
of the plants.  As we hike along the path, which remains remarkably soft
underfoot, I notice that I don't see any flowers at all, which strikes me
as odd.  I would expect to see orchids in such an environment but I don't
observe even a bud.  The spacing between the tree canopies is large enough
that plenty of light gets through so, while shaded, it doesn't seem dark at
all.  It's also much warmer than it has been and humid, sweat is springing
out all over me.  There's virtually no wind at all.  I look over at Denise
and she too shows a sheen.  I see mushrooms growing all over the place and
they're oversized as well.  I hear a buzzing sound that rapidly becomes
louder.  Denise and I stop in our tracks and with her breast pressing
against my upper arm; I scan the area, looking for the source of the sound.

Denise detects the cause first and with an exclamation, points a finger
toward the sky off to our left.  My eyes become the size of saucers and I
wonder if a retreat to the cave isn't in order.  What Denise sees is bigger
than the biggest dragonfly I'd ever dream of.  Its wings must be two meters
tip-to-tip at least, with a body nearly as long.  It's flying in our
general direction, but will cross the path ahead of us if it doesn't change
course.  It doesn't, and as it passes by we feel the breeze from its wings.
"Holy smokes!  Look at the size of that thing!" I exclaim.

"Well, it fits in with everything else we've seen since entering the
jungle.  It's not so much that they are outsized as we're too small,"
Denise observes.  I wonder if somehow we did not end up swallowing an Alice
potion in our adventures in Wonderland.

"Whichever way it is, I think we should watch our step, or end up
breakfast."  Just holding hands now, in case we have to move quickly, we
continue our way further into the jungle.  I consider going into recon mode
and decide against it.  This isn't a mission and I feel it would be
cheating, in a way.  We saunter down the trail, oohing and aahing at the
sights.  It's as if we've entered a time long past.  After a short stroll,
the jungle starts thinning and the trail ends at a clearing.  As before,
the jungle surrounds the clearing and we can see the path again on the far
side.  This time however, the clearing looks grass covered with a few
cattails growing randomly in the area.  There are a couple butterflies as
well, but like nothing I've seen before.  One ventures near to us and
flutters around our spot.  It's beautiful, a shiny greenish-blue body maybe
a meter long, iridescent purple wings fringed in yellow and a translucent
golden-blue coiled proboscis.  It must have a wingspan of a meter and a
half or more.  It ignores us while appearing to be searching the area, I
assume for food.  We step out a few meters onto the grass, which is very
soft and look around.  Except for the butterflies, we see nothing but
jungle and the only path is the one ahead of us.

Thinking back to the cave and our escapade with the eels, I tell Denise, "I
want to try something.  I want to see if I can attract the butterfly."  I
sit down and lie back in the grass.  Bending my knees, I set my feet on the
ground and the spread my legs apart as far as I comfortably can.  I prop
myself up on my elbows and search for the butterfly, which has flown
several meters away.

Denise raises her eyebrows then sits, cross-legged, next to me, and
remarks, "I think the heat has gotten to you."

"Perhaps, but I don't think it will harm me and you've raised my interest
in animals.  I'm not trying to fuck it, but I'd like to see if it will
alight on me.  Admittedly insects normally wouldn't be on my list, but you
have to agree that's a stunning butterfly and wouldn't you like to see it
up close?"  While we are speaking, the butterfly has flown over to us and
is circling a couple meters above us.

"Yep, it's the heat.  It is gorgeous, but I can see it just fine from here.
Besides, I'm not prepared for fooling around at the moment."

I can tell that I have caught Denise's interest.  She doesn't suggest
leaving and she's watching the butterfly closely with a kind of half-smile.

The butterfly is getting closer and closer, I've definitely caught its
notice.  It maneuvers in and lands gently on one of my knees.  It's lighter
than it looks and I have no difficulties supporting it.  Close up, it is
even more attractive; I wish I could take it home.  Denise too is engrossed
in her inspection.  I smile at her.  Unexpectedly the proboscis starts to
uncoil.  Denise's eyes get wide and my legs twitch a little.  The
butterfly's wings flap a few times, but it does not leave.  Before long,
the end of the proboscis finds my pussy.  I almost decide that that is
enough and shoo the insect away, however I can tell I am still well
lubricated and instead of shooing, I lie still and allow him to proceed.
Presently the proboscis finds and slides a few centimeters into my vagina. 
I am astonished when I see a liquid, my pussy juice, flowing up the
proboscis and into the butterfly.  Denise looks as astounded as I'm sure I
do.  What the hell do the creatures around here eat when they can't get
girl?!  It takes about five minutes for the insect to get its fill.  The
feeling of my furrow being drained doesn't turn me on, but it is not
objectionable.  The butterfly takes off and flutters away, back to its
endless search for food.

I grin at Denise, "That was certainly unexpected."  We both giggle, which
lightens our mood that had become a bit sober.  We stand, I swat Denise's
butt and she does mine.  I look around, think for a few seconds, then I
reach to my ear, remove the communicator and throw it across the field.  I
grin at Denise again, "This is supposed to be an adventure and that's what
we're going to have."

At Execution Central, the controller looks at the representative from the
OSA, who shrugs and says, "What are you going to do, send in a SWAT team?
Leave her be, it'll be OK.  Sit back and watch the show."  With nothing
else he could do, the controller takes the advice, relaxes and returns to
watching the monitors.

Back in the field, Denise and I are embracing and kissing.  Totally
cheerful once again, holding hands, we skip across the rest of the field,
and reenter the jungle, advancing up the trail.  Hiking along, playing
grab-ass and knowing we're on our own, we frequently stop and examine
interesting plants, fondle each other's breasts and generally fool around. 
For one stretch, we amble along with a finger in the other's slit, which
from the jostling gets us both excited.  I feel her getting wet and I know
I'm slippery; Denise has difficulty keeping her finger in place.  We laugh,
sweat profusely in the heat and humidity, and carry on, having a great deal
of fun.  I love being naked, but never get the chance to be that way
outdoors.  Society frowns on that kind of behavior, so you'll never see a
nudist.  As we saunter along, the jungle gradually closes in until we're
walking down what is effectively a corridor.  We round a bend and see,
maybe forty or fifty meters ahead, a giant spider web stretched across the
path.  We stop short.

I get a little cold inside, but I know what's expected.  I turn to Denise
and take her hands in mine.  There is no need to explain, Denise is no
fool.  "Are you ready?  There is no rush."  I draw her to me, wrap my arms
around her mashing our boobs together, and kiss her.  I slip my tongue into
her mouth and in what may be the last time; I explore it, sliding my tongue
along her teeth, the textured roof of her mouth, her cheeks and especially
her tongue.  She reciprocates, her tongue mixing with mine, traversing the
insides of my mouth and ensuring she knows my feel.  While continuing to
neck with her, one of my hands slides over her abdomen, onto her mound and
a finger glides into her slit.  Surprisingly I find her as wet as I ever
have.  I pull back and look into her eyes.  There is a sparkle there in her
dark eyes I don't expect to find.

Denise smiles, "I'm OK and I am ready.  Something like this has always been
a fantasy of mine.  I've enjoyed immensely our little adventure here and
now I'm looking forward to some solo action.  Will you still stay with me? 
You looked a little uncomfortable when we saw the web."

I smile back and say, "Of course I'll stay with you.  Spiders are not one
of my favorite things, but I wouldn't miss this for the world."  I take her
hand, lead it to my cunt, and say, "See for yourself."  She infiltrates my
honeypot with a pair of her fingers.  Listening to her and knowing she is
excited over what is to come, I get wetter.  She slides her fingers fully
into me, then removes them, brings them to her mouth and licks off my
fluid.

"I want to take that taste with me," she smiles devilishly.  Then she takes
my hand, turns and together we walk the remaining distance to the spider
web.  The web is inclined a little from the vertical; the strands are
sticky looking and appear to be perfectly capable of bearing her weight.
She looks a little unsure about how to get onto the web; she won't be able
to climb into place I am positive.  She looks at me questioningly.

"I have an idea," I say.  I kiss her gently for the last time, then turn
around and squat.  I motion for her to climb onto my back.  She hesitates
for a second, I suspect she wonders if I am strong enough, but next does as
I indicated.  I stand up, holding her under her thighs and then start
backing toward the web.  "Let me know when your butt makes contact."  I
continue slowly toward the spider web.

"Contact," I hear her say.

"OK, now let go of my shoulders and lean back.  We are going to spread-
eagle you on the web so hold your arms appropriately.  I'm going to keep a
grip on your thighs until the upper part of your body is in place.  Then
I'll release them and as they fall onto the web spread your legs.  We don't
want to make things hard for the little (as if) guy do we?"

"Understood, here goes."  She releases her grip, I feel her breasts lose
contact with my back and a few seconds later she says, "That worked pretty
good, OK time to let go of my thighs," which I do.  I swing around in time
to watch her legs spread, fall to the web and stick in place.  She's nearly
perfectly centered.  Denise tries to lift her legs or pull up an arm to no
avail.  She is stuck fast.  She squirms, settling herself into the web and
smiles at me.  "Looks like my fantasy is going to come true," she remarks.

"I hope so," I reply.  I reach out, give her boobs a quick fondle, then
slide a couple fingers into her quim.  I give her clitoris a last rub with
my thumb and removing my fingers; I stick them in my mouth and savor her
smell and flavor.  "Here's back at ya."  I smile, move to a conveniently
placed nearby tree and lean up against it, while we wait for the maker of
the web to put in his appearance.  The vibrations of his web will have sent
him the message that it is time for dinner.

We don't speak; we just look at each other lovingly.  There is no
confession of love between us; there is no need.  I know and she knows;
talking about it would be pointless.  I scan her body, memorizing every
feature, so I can recall her at will.  She seems a bit far way, sometimes
closing her eyes for a few seconds, but looks content with her fate.  She
had accepted the possibility when she signed up for the lottery and looks
pleased to have been allowed the privilege of designing her own fate and
picking a companion.

I see rather than hear a glimpse of a creature approaching down the trail
behind Denise.  I speak for the first time, "He's here, behind you."  Her
breathing speeds up and I see her superb breasts rise and fall a little
more.  She smiles at me, but does not speak.

The creature comes into plain view and he is easily large enough to have
constructed the web.  His body is fully two meters long from the tip of his
head to the bottom of his large abdomen.  Counting his legs I would guess
it's closer to four meters.  I shiver, I'd hate to meet that thing in a
dark alley, it's tough enough here and I'm not his prey.  He climbs onto
the web and around to where Denise is.  She sucks in her breath and her
eyes get big when she sees him.  He settles in beside her and reaching out
with his forelegs begins to explore Denise's body.  He touches everywhere,
her stomach, legs, abdomen, breasts and face.  I cringe when he does that,
but Denise appears to be fine.  She is gently squirming as he inspects her,
but shows no sign of fear.  I guess she really does have this fantasy.  He
clambers down behind her again.  Denise looks over at me, gives me a happy
smile and closes her eyes.  Directly behind her now, I see four relatively
small fangs appear around where I think his mouth is.  Pulling himself a
little up on the web, he sinks them into her rear.  Denise's eyes fly open,
but she makes no sound, nor does she struggle.  After a few seconds have
passed she says, "He's pumping his venom into me.  As much as I can I will
tell you how I am feeling."  We have both forgotten we are on the air.  She
continues, "I can feel it spreading through my body, it's a cooling
sensation, not at all unpleasant."  After about a minute of pumping his
venom into her, he drops down to the ground, his fangs retract and
disappear.  The spider climbs back around to the front of the web and
settles down again next to Denise.  Occasionally he touches one of her
breasts with a leg for a few moments and then resumes his vigil.  He must
be aware I am there, but totally ignores me, which is fine by me.

Denise yet again looks at me and grins.  "It's an interesting sensation.
It feels a little like I am coming apart inside, but I'm having no trouble
breathing and my mind is clear.  He is a handsome fellow, is he not?"  I
don't know how I looked at that comment, but Denise starts laughing.  "Your
expression is priceless.  In all honesty he looks fine to me, I feel good
and, should he care to, he'll have no trouble entering me."  As though he
had understood, the spider reaches out to her breast again and this time
his leg stays there for a while.  He presses her breast in, releases,
presses again and releases.  Seemingly satisfied with what he discovers he
moves to straddle her body with his, his head is directly above hers, his
abdomen extending to nearly the edge of the web.  He rises up some and his
abdomen commences to curl under him.  Out of the tip of it a very penis-
shaped extension appears.  He is going to penetrate her!  I'm so absorbed I
don't think to tell Denise.  His abdomen continues curling and with perfect
accuracy, his appendage slides into Denise.  "Oh my god, he really is in
me!  It's going deeper and deeper.  There, it has hit the top of my vagina!
What a feeling!  Wait, it's going further!  He broke through the top of my
vagina as if it was a tissue."  Denise sounds breathless, but very excited.
"It has stopped.  I'm getting a strange sensation from my abdomen.  Oh my,
I think my insides are being sucked out, how very peculiar it feels."
She's panting and her breasts are jiggling more than usual.  "Oh my, oh my,
I'm going to cum."  I see a shudder run through her body and I see a huge
smile appear on her face.  "It's... just... fantastic..."

From out of the spider's mouth, a dark translucent proboscis-like tube
appears and gradually extends towards Denise's mouth.  Denise looks at me
and says, "It's time to say goodbye.  Don't cry for me.  Have a happy life
Cathy!"

"Goodbye Denise, see you on the other side!"

Denise smiles, and then looks at the approaching tube.  She willingly opens
her mouth and allows the proboscis to enter.  Her eyes get wide and I see
her throat swallowing involuntarily as the proboscis continues to slide
into her.  A little while later it stops.  Denise's throat is still trying
to swallow it, but she can breathe as her chest keeps rising and falling.
Her lips wrap around the proboscis as if it is a cock.  I tremble as I see
liquid rising up the tube and disappearing into the spider.  I want to look
away from the sight of Denise's insides being sucked out of her, but I
can't.  For several minutes, I watch the fluid ascend from her to the
spider.  I think I see her cum again.  Watching her lips, I see her tongue
appear; it licks around the intruder and then slips back into her mouth.
Then I look at her eyes and find they are looking at me.  She still looks
content, but knows the end is near.  Her eyes are still focused on me when
her body begins to shudder and tremble.  Denise's eyes seem to lose a
little of their focus and then she closes them.  Soon after her chest no
longer moves.  She is gone.  In spite of what she said, I cry softly.  I am
so glad I met her.

The spider continues to feed for several more minutes as I get in a good
cry.  The appendages retract into his body and he drops to the ground in
front of the web.  Then he turns my way.  My heart starts racing and I feel
my arm pits moisten.  As he moves toward me I become terrified, I think I'm
going to faint.  I don't, cannot make a sound.  I want to run away, but I
am rooted to the spot.  He stops in front of me and starts reaching a leg
toward one of my breasts.  I'm ashamed to admit it and I'm glad Denise does
not see, but just as he touches me my bladder lets loose and I pee myself. 
He pushes down on my breast, like he did with Denise, releases it and then
turns and clambering around the edge of his web disappears down the pathway
from which he came.  I stand there and shake for another ten minutes before
I get complete control of myself.  I realize that it is still OK; my fear
is my own affair.

I walk over to Denise's body and put my hand on her cooling thigh.  I look
at her and softly say, "Goodbye Denise, you were a good friend."

In Execution Central, the OSA representative stands up, looks at the
controller and says, "I think that went quite well, don't you?"  The
controller, who had intended to nail my ass to the floorboards for
disobedience of orders, understands who holds the trump hand here.

"I agree, most successful."  The controller knows what to say.

"Good."  The OSA man leaves the room and vanishes.

When I turn away from Denise, I find a door has opened in the tree and
there is a short corridor behind it.  I walk down the corridor, open the
door at the other end and step out into a room where Robyn waits for me
holding the basket with my clothes.  Giving me the basket she says, "That
was most moving.  I both cried and orgasmed.  Denise told the truth."  She
could tell I am not up for conversation.  "You'll find a bathroom with a
shower thru that door, pointing.  The door on the other side of the
bathroom leads to the parking lot."  I thank her and go into the bathroom. 
I think about not using the facilities, after all these bastards killed my
Denise.  But, then I think back to my own execution.  I didn't object, in
fact I was a very willing participant.  I enjoyed it to the very end just
as Denise had.  She would be sad if I brooded over her death, I'll visit
her grave yearly and pay my respects.  Otherwise, I'll do as she said and
have a happy life.  So, I get in the shower and wash the dirt, grime and
pee off me.  I dry off, put my clothes on, wish I had my purse so I could
brush my hair and leave the building.

I drive home, park the car, get my purse and go into my home.  It's 0230.
I strip off my clothes, as usual dropping them into a pile on the floor and
throw myself into bed.  I'm more tired than I think and in a few minutes, I
fall asleep.

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