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

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

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

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

Execution Planet #1 -- My Last Day – Lee Anne

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

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

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

I signed up on my thirteenth birthday.  My family was like, totally against
it, but under the law, I had the right to do it.  I was nearly seventeen
when my number came up.  The government applies a tattoo to your inner
thigh when you sign-up to indicate your availability and, in case you
change your mind and try to escape, that can also be detected.  There is no
reasonable possibility of escape from the world, since all passports and
visas are checked at the spaceports against tattoos.  To insure that the
volunteer reports as ordered, their entire immediate family is forfeit if
they don’t.  If anyone has actually escaped successfully lately it has not
been reported, only the failures and the reparations.  One of the
executions I watched showed a hanging that had at least three generations;
one of whom was clearly pregnant and one that couldn’t have been over ten. 
So attempts at escape are extremely rare.

It's about time for them to come for me, so I'll describe myself.  I am
sixteen years old, about a month shy of my seventeenth birthday.  I’m 173
centimeters tall with brown hair that is almost waist-length and I have
hazel eyes.  My ‘important’ measurements are ninety-one, sixty-nine,
ninety-six with a ‘B’ cup size; not perfect, but I've never had any
complaints.  My hair is a medium brown and my features have been described
by friends and lovers as “regular”, “classic”, “and Madonna-like”.  I don’t
know the last term; it was mostly used during the “seduction phase” by my
lovers.  I work out some so I'm fairly well toned and I think I have lovely
legs; they're my favorite part.  I have always walked a lot so my calves
are well defined, along with a lovely bubble butt, if I do say so myself.
I tan well, so my skin color is even, except for the tan lines.  During the
summer months, I tan as much of the exposed parts as I have time to.  I’ve
always kept my swimsuit tops and bottoms on as I think tan lines look sexy,
as do most of my friends.  We had one friend who managed to tan all over,
as we saw during a communal shower at an exercise gym, but we were so
amazed none of us asked how she managed it.  Even though sex is not
forbidden, or even discouraged, public nudity is not approved of; perhaps
to titillate us more during the execution episodes, as many of them are
performed naked.  I have even, regular nails; slightly lush lips, average
eyelashes, clean and arched eyebrows.  My pubic hair is nonexistent, partly
since that is the current style, but mainly because I love the smooth, soft
feeling when I slide my fingers over and through my vaginal mound.  When
thinking about it, my cunt does resemble the proverbial clam, a nice
slightly puffy mound around a crack, which hides the inside rather well.  I
have to spread my legs quite a bit before the lips open to show a very
slippery when wet inside.  And I easily get wet in ‘The slot of my sex’.  I
think I am a fairly average young woman, but I am destined for an anything
but an average death.

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

I'm dressed in a baby blue linen shift, which has a zipper down the back.
I've got on a very, very sheer white bra and a pair of sheer to-the-waist
white pantyhose along with a pair of black Baby Jane shoes.  That's it.  No
panties, jewelry or anything else (virginal seems to be the theme today).
This morning they provided me with a hot bath with my choice of many
lovely-smelling bath salts and lotions.  I had never seen such luxurious
creams and sampled them all before using a bath salt and lotion called
Gardenia.  What it refers to I don’t know.  I washed my hair and since it
air-dried, it waved.  For many years, I had tried to straighten my long
hair, but it always falls into loose waves when I’m not paying attention.
My lovers always said they liked it that way, but they may have been being
polite.  

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

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

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

The executioners, who have introduced themselves to me as Jack and Jill,
encourage me to look the bench over more closely.  It seems to be covered
in soft tan leather; although I have never really seen actual leather.  As
I get close, I see that there is a long slot in the lower half of the bench
and looking into it there are a couple of dildo looking items attached to a
hinged device.  Although they are currently well below the top of the bench
surface, I have no doubt where they are to go.  One seems to be rubber; one
seems to be glass.  My anus muscles tighten involuntarily.  Many things
have been in my vagina; however, my butt is still sacrosanct.  No more, it
seems.  There seems to be control panel of some sort at the head of the
bench, with several buttons and knobs.  Nothing I see looks like it could
be used to kill me.  My curiosity is aroused as I realize that I am about
to experience another inventive termination.

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

Jill (is that really her name?) tells me it's time to begin.  She walks
behind me and with what turns out to be the theme of this affair, very
slowly unzips my dress and slips it off my shoulders.  It falls to the
ground making a little circle around my feet.  She slides her hands over my
butt causing me to start a little, but she does not remove anything else.
That strikes me as strange.  As sheer as the bra and pantyhose are and
since I follow the modern fashion with a totally hairless pussy nothing is
left to the imagination, the lingerie still prevents direct access to my
naughty bits.  So, am I not to be nude as usual and perhaps I am not to be
penetrated after all?  But, then why are there dildos?  I couldn’t believe
they’re there just for show.  Maybe she’ll finish the stripping later.  Her
hands are warm as they slowly outline the cheeks of my ass and after that;
Jill gives a slight probe in-between my legs, which I impishly push back
against.  She leisurely slides her hand along my pussy and whispers, “Soon,
very soon,” in my ear and I can feel the hair on the back of my arms stand
up a little at the implication.

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

I arrive at the bench, kick off my shoes, and little by little and
erotically as possible I lower myself onto the platform of my death.  I
start on my hands and knees, thrusting my rounded rear into the air and
holding it there for awhile to insure the viewers get time to inspect the
scene.  The pantyhose pull tight against my pussy lips as excitement surges
through me and I rub my breasts from side to side against the bench top.  I
feel my nipples harden even further and my labial lips slide easily back
and forth from their fluid.  It’s hardly started, but I’m on the edge
already!  Eventually I roll over, placing my head in the cutout and laying
my arms by my side.  Spreading my legs slightly I place them on either side
of the slot.  Then I wait.  I can see down my body, thanks to the slightly
elevated portion, all the way to my toes.  My mound makes a small rise I
see through the pantyhose.  I observe that Jack has moved and is standing
at the foot end of bench, watching me.  He certainly has a nice view.  I
notice he is more than semi-aroused.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END


  
Execution Planet 1 - Lee Anne v2