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Yupar · Aug 16, 2019

Hang on a second, those damn nipple rings have started up. Alternately
squeezing and relaxing I feel my nipples stiffen and protrude. Holy cow, I
just felt a jolt of voltage run between my breasts, causing them to bounce
and me to shove back against the devices penetrating my vagina and rectum.
Both them slide another inch or so into me. I try pulling back a little
and receive a bigger jolt to my breasts, which stops once I slide back. I
guess once in there is no retreat. I hear footsteps and out of the corner
of my eye I see Carole, whose job was technically finished once she threw
the switch starting my road to oblivion, walk over and sit down near me.
In a bit of irony, she is dressed like a nurse, right down to her white
hosiery and shoes. I suspect she can see my naughty bits pretty well from
there.

“You know we usually show the disrobing along with some sort of build-up so
that late comers don’t miss too much,” she said. Carole started to gently
fondle my breasts as she continued her speech. “But, you’re kind of in a
special category so we decided to do things differently. The broadcast and
filming didn’t start until the moment I threw the switch. The first thing
the audience saw was my hand moving a lever from a position marked OFF to a
position marked ON.” I shivered hearing that since I knew only too well,
what the ON position meant for me. My mind also flashed back to all the
times I saw a similar event while watching an execution and how just seeing
the movement would cause my pussy juice to start up. Of all the things
that happened to me over the last couple days, none was more surprising
than my realization that my pussy had, just like at home, started to emit
its fluid. As Carole’s hand moved from my breasts to my back then gliding
down to caress my buttocks, I slid a little back and forth on the spikes
impaling me and unlike before the motion was easy and smooth instead of
catching and pulling on my vaginal walls and pussy lips. On the monitors,
I see some fluid coating both my friendly artifacts. Based on what I had
seen before I didn’t expect my termination to be painful, but I really
didn’t think I would remotely enjoy it. It’s still too soon to tell, but
my body seems to be determined to do otherwise. Carole starts to massage
my mound with one hand while the other continues its exploration of my ass.
I can see her fingers dip into my slit and sometimes, as if by accident,
glance off my love button. I smell a familiar scent wafting up; the same
scent whenever I made love with partners. I know from experience it will
cling if I sample it with my finger; even after a cursory washing it is
there, alerting the world. I slip back into my reverie on how this all
came about as the familiar tingling in my genitals starts to build.

Eight years had passed since Jenny had signed up for the Execution Lottery
and although I occasionally saw and spoke a little with her, our
relationship never really recovered. Then a few days ago, I got a knock on
my door and when I opened it, there stood Jenny. She looked at me, tried
to smile and then burst into tears. She said, “Please may I come in? You
are the only one who can help me.” With that, she slipped to her knees and
really started sobbing. I wondered what had happened to shake her
composure so much; Jenny was not an excitable type. I held the door open
further and waved her in. She rose, walked in and then nearly collapsed on
the couch and the waterworks started up again. I sat next to her and
wrapped my arms around her. I could feel my boobs flatten against her arm
as I pulled her close. I realized then that she still meant a lot to me
and I wished that I had not allowed us to drift apart.

I start a bit as Carole spreads my ass cheeks, looks and comments almost to
herself, “You know I think more of these could still fit.” I watch as
Carole’s hand moves from my rear to the bar holding the dildos. Shortly
after I feel both skewers (more accurately then I realized at the time)
start to slide further into my intimate recesses. The one in my rectum
slides in smoothly, but the one in my cunt encounters my cervix. Carole
continues to apply pressure and gradually, reluctantly, my cervix opens and
allows entry to my womb. Finally, just as pressure starts building on top
of my rectum and womb I feel the bar, which the dildos hang from, press
against the crack of my ass. My stiff, hard pseudo-penises can go no
further. Full does not describe the feeling. Stuffed to nearly bursting
is closer. Prior to the event I would have expected a good amount of pain
from such abuse of my internal privates, but instead I find myself pressing
back against the bar looking for more. The liquid I have been imbibing
must have an analgesic effect. Some fluid must also be leaking out of the
devices as I feel my inner reaches warming up. I feel a thin rivulet of
sweat trace down my cleavage. Carole slides down to my feet and stroking
gently massages the soles. She is continuing her caressing of my feet and
I am able to return to my thoughts.

Finally, I get Jenny to calm down a little and in between outbreaks, she
gives me the story. The day before she came to see me, she had gotten her
‘report for execution’ notification. Sometime after volunteering, she had
thought better of it, but since there was no way out, she had just waited.
After five years without the now dreaded news, she had gotten married and
by now has two children, a boy and a girl. Her husband had been killed in
an accident last year and Jenny has been raising the kids on her own since.
With eight of her ten years past, she had started to hope that maybe she’d
luck out, as she had no intention of reentering the lottery. Then the
bombshell of late last week.

Yupar · Aug 16, 2019

Carole has been gradually working her way up my legs and is stroking the
insides of my upper thighs. My focus is forcibly drawn back to the part of
me between my legs. Simultaneously the dildos penetrating me start
slightly vibrating, press against me and then start a slow withdrawal. I
watch, fascinated, as they move out of me. Their diameter is larger than I
would have thought would fit if I hadn’t seen and felt them make their way
into me. The one in my womb stops with the head still just inside my
uterus and the one in my butt pulls out to where the very tip is all that
remains inside. Then, faster now, they shove back in, back out, back in,
continuing a steady fucking motion while Carole has returned to my breasts,
tweaking the nipples, then gently squeezing the globes. My excitement
spirals upwards and I have an orgasm. I feel the familiar spasms of
pleasure as my muscles cycle through the crest and aftermath. Carole
releases my bosom and sits back to watch, but the dildos continue their
regular fucking motion, in and out with the singular persistence of a
machine. The methodical, steady pounding of the dildos has a hypnotic
effect. In a short time, I feel I am continuously cumming, the unfeeling
mechanism preventing any break in the stimulation. There are squishy
sounds coming from my cunt and even from my ass. The noises seem to get
louder and louder as though confirming the level of my excitement. I am
watching the screens; the machinery noises, the squishy sounds and my
unnoticed moans all seem to meld into a sound track. I decide that if ya
gotta go this is sure a good way and with my skin tingling all over, I
return to Jenny.

After telling me of her predicament, Jenny takes hold of my arm and with
the tears dripping from her cheeks asks me, “What am I to do? If I am
executed, what will become of my children? I don’t want the state to get
them. I mean not only do they get me, they get my children?! They’ll
probably use them in some horrible experiment!!” Even though she is
nearing hysteria, the remark about the state rings true. I had heard of
the orphan children of other lottery ‘winners’ disappearing after their
parents’ execution. No one inquired too closely.

“Calm down, Jenny. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out. I
humbly apologize for letting this lottery thing come between us. I realize
now how much you’ve always meant to me and I promise to do what I can.” I
replied, knowing that unless there was some loophole in the rules, she was
doomed. “Please go home tonight and look after your kids. I’ll check into
things and we’ll get together tomorrow to plan our strategy. When do you
have to report?” I asked.

“Next Tuesday.”

“OK, that gives us four days. Please try not to worry; I’ll do anything to
help.” I stood up and took hold of Jenny’s hand, drew her from the couch
and kissed her firmly on the lips. “I still love you,” I whispered.

“Thank-you, Sue. I have faith you’ll come up with something.” Jenny
walked to the door, turned and gave a weak smile and left to look after her
little ones.

Suddenly the rings surrounding my nipples and clitoris start squeezing,
releasing, and simultaneously giving me some small electric shocks. Fluid
starts trickling out the penis in my mouth again and the infernal fucking
machine picks-up the pace. Nearly every muscle in my body tenses as a
massive orgasm hits me, then everything stops except the liquid dribbling
into my mouth and down my throat. My beasts sway with my labored breathing
and sweat is pouring off me. The drug is enhancing all my feelings of
pleasure while suppressing any pain. I can see Carole gently massaging her
own pussy through her panties while watching the show from a truly front
row seat. A few minutes later just as I was catching my breath, the nipple
rings start compressing and shocking my nipples, which spring to attention
again. Shortly after that, the clit ring starts to do the same with the
same result. I feel it elongate, harden, and send bolts of lightning to my
brain. Another orgasm overtakes me; I feel the flush spread, my pussy
moisten more (if that’s possible) and my toes curl tightly. As I descend
from the peak, the devices in my pussy and ass start their plunging action
again. I would have expected to be begging by now for a respite, but I
think the fluid from the mouth dildo both calms my emotions and intensifies
my senses, so even my fear is used to intensify the pleasure of the
execution. I hear moaning sounds but no longer know if I am making them.
Some soothing scent, like lavender, seems to have been sprayed throughout
the room and I focus on it, breathing deeply.

After several strokes, I feel my intruders lengthen, the strokes get longer
but the impalers remain within my body. Just as I reach my next orgasm,
the dildos plunge into me right up to their bar, but since they are longer
now, they don’t stop at the tops of my womb and rectum. Instead, they
burst through into my abdominal cavity. Then withdraw and plunge in again
and again, then they stop. My eyes open wide as on the screen I see that
the dildos must be at least sixty centimeters long and penetrating well
into my abdominal cavity. Amazingly, there is no pain, though my insides
feel all stirred up. My nipple and clit rings insure there is no fall off
in stimulation though. I hear a click and then a kind of sucking feeling
appears in my gut. It doesn’t hurt and in fact is mildly stimulating, not
that I really need any more stimulation. I see a reddish liquid appear in
the tubes leading from the devices in my pussy and ass.

Yupar · Aug 16, 2019

Carole stands up, moves over to Sue, and soothingly starts kneading her
abdomen. Inside the extensions have sealed their exits from Sue’s womb and
colon. The elongated probes are perforated with holes roughly a centimeter
in diameter. A strong suction is applied and Sue’s insides are slowly
being sucked through the devices impaling her and out through the tubing.
Carole softly tells Sue, “The feelings you have right now in your insides
are bits of your organs being sucked out of you.” Then I feel an electric
shock, which passes from my middle to my nipples and my clit. My breasts
swing around as my body muscles twitch in response to the current flow and
to another orgasm. Carole smiles as she sees Sue’s response. “The voltage
will gradually increase and as it has been carefully programmed to peak
along with your cum cycle will eventually cause you to pass out from
sensory overload. Then a slightly larger still shock will run through the
system and your heart will stop. I hope you have not regretted your
decision.” Carole then starts stroking Sue’s back and watches her writhe
around as the orgasms become more intense from the electricity. She also
watches the monitors displaying the cycle count, the voltage applied and
Sue’s heart rate.

I want to close my eyes and stop watching my own death, but like watching a
train wreck, I cannot. I see myself writhe, my breasts swing, fluid drip
from me and I can’t stop. My heart starts pounding and not just from fear
when I hear Carole’s words. I’m scared out of my wits and turned on beyond
belief at the same time. Within seconds I cum again. And again the cycle
starts up and again there is another shock and another orgasm. My pussy
and anus squeeze the probes intensely and I think they sense it as I get
extra squeezes of my nipples and clitoris in response. I feel that shocks
are growing more intense, but very slowly and my mind kind of goes into a
fog of sensation. Again, I return to a few days ago, although with
difficulty.

After Jenny departed for home and her children, I sat and thought for quite
awhile about what to do. The first thing that came to mind was to flee the
world somehow. It didn’t take me long to reject that idea. I am no
smuggler and there certainly wasn’t time to learn. I knew if caught, not
only would Jenny forfeit her life, but also her children’s as well. I
wasn’t totally sure, but I also figured my sisters might be at risk if I
was known to be an accessory. So escape was out. I was totally at a loss
and started to feel that perhaps Jenny was doomed after all. I don’t know
what made me decide to call the Lottery Board and question them. Without
identifying Jenny or myself, I called and asked if there was any legal way
for a lottery selectee to avoid execution. The answer stunned me. They
said there was only one way and that was for the selectee to bring in a
person willing to act as her substitute. Furthermore, that person must not
already be a lottery candidate. Finally, the Lottery Board would have
final say on whether the substitute was acceptable or not. The original
selectee and the substitute must present themselves at a Lottery Board
location twenty-four hours prior to the time the selectee was due to
report.

After hanging up, I sat on the floor and contemplated what I had just
heard. So there was a solution to Jenny’s problem after all.
Unfortunately, I knew that to save her meant the end of me and that was not
something I had ever considered. Here I was all of twenty-one, with good
prospects, a law-abiding citizen and safe from selection and I am thinking
of offering myself up for just the thing I had avoided. Execution for the
pleasure of others. I wouldn’t even get the benefit of living high for
awhile. At first, I totally rejected the idea. I called it a night and
decided to try and sleep. Surprisingly enough I fell asleep almost
immediately. When I woke in the morning, I knew that I would do it and be
the substitute. I called Jenny and told her what I had found out and what
my plan was. She cried and kept stammering thank-you over and over.
Finally, I was able to calm her down and we made arrangements to meet at
the local Lottery Board office on Monday.

Monday morning arrived all too soon, but as promised, I arrived on time and
found Jenny waiting. The tears started again as she held my hand and
apologized for putting me in such a situation. I assured her that the
pleasure would be all mine. We went in, Jenny handed the clerk her summons
and I stated that I was there as her substitute. I must assume this
doesn’t happen often as the clerk looked confused and asked us to wait
while he spoke with the office manager. The manager came out and asked me
to repeat what I had said. In a clear tone I said, “I am here to be the
substitute and be executed in place of Jenny.” He then asked Jenny and me
to wait for a few minutes in a conference room down the hallway. This we
did and in a very short time, he returned with another male and two
females. They were introduced as the other members of the local board. I
was asked again if I was a willing substitute. To which I replied in the
affirmative. Then I was asked to strip naked. That surprised me and I
suppose it showed. The manager pointed out that the board must approve the
switch and wished to inspect me. I stood up and did as asked, shedding my
garments. Jenny tried looking anywhere but at me, but I told her to please
to look and enjoy the view and that I wished we had had a chance to get a
bit more intimate than we had.

After disrobing, the board members inspected me closely. I was examined,
had my breasts fondled and squeezed and fingers inserted in both my cunt
and anus. I was pretty turned on by the time the inspection was over and
embarrassed by the squishy noise from my genitals. The board however was
satisfied and agreed unanimously that I was a suitable substitute. I think
that was the first time I realized there was no going back and I felt a
brief flash of desperation; but I looked at Jenny and resolved not to show
it… Since I had no tattoo on my thigh they didn’t even have to check to
see that I was not a current lottery candidate. They told Jenny that she
was to report to room 8C to have her tattoo removed if she wished, but was
otherwise free to go. I was told that I must stay and one of the female
board members cuffed my hands behind my back. I smiled at Jenny and told
her that everything was all right and that, as I knew she was a fan, she
should watch my demise. She started and looked like she was going to
refuse. Before she could get a word out, I spoke again, telling her that
it would be alright and that I really wanted to know that she was watching,
that it would help me put on my best performance; little did she know that
this was my best performance. She sighed and promised that she would, then
left the room. I was led away to the cell where I would stay until my
execution the next day.

Someone is kneading my breasts and I think, ‘I wonder if I can give milk?’
I come out of my trance, open my eyes again and notice that it’s Carole
doing the massaging. I’m feeling slightly empty inside and detect movement
in my abdomen. Fluid from my pussy is running down my legs and the next
shock sends me over the top and causes my heart to skip a few beats. I’m
nearly gone now. I’m still cumming regularly and squirming slightly on my
piercers, but my vision isn’t so good. Time seems to slow down and then
the machine starts to thrust the mechanical dildos in and out of me again.
At every full penetration, another shock is delivered and though I know not
how another orgasm ripples through me. Then the devices slam home further
than ever, stop and the shocks start coming closely together and much
stronger. My mind flashes white and I pass out just as I cum consciously
for the last time.

My mind may be out, but my body is certainly not. Loosed of any conscious
control and since the intensity and frequency of jolts is reduced the
audience is treated to the sight of my form squirming around the probes,
hands clenching and unclenching, toes doing their curl thing, boobs swaying
with the motion of torso and my cunny dripping. Soon the intensity of the
electricity starts upward to the final denouement. I’m not awake, but I
can feel pulsations throughout me. I’m twitching uncontrollably as the
machine’s impulses override my muscular control completely. A particularly
intense blast finally brings about my end. Carole, who has moved back over
to the switch throws it back to the OFF position as soon as she sees my
heart rate fall to zero.

I am not dead yet, at least not totally. Just after the voltage is turned
off, I partly regain consciousness. I feel my body jerking around
rhythmically and hear the noise my pussy is making around the death-
dealers. I feel them being retracted and their exit from my cavities,
making a soggy sound coming out of my pussy and a little pop as it pulls
out of my ass. I start to black out again as my corpse goes into its death
throes, my muscles randomly contracting and my cunt and anus squeezing at
no longer there intruders. A last orgasm passes through me and all goes
black. My remains continue struggling for a little while then my hands
fall limp, my breasts hang further than ever and all goes still. Carole
comes over and noisily slides her hand into my vagina, pulls it out and
says, “That was quite a show, girl!”

THE END

Eulalia · Aug 17, 2019

Yupar said:
Hello, Sorry as I couldnt keep much intouch even I used to often here every one oe two weeks or more. Because I'm a bit weary in my personal life. But I m always remember you guys when I see a good stuff

lovely to hear from you Yupar :bdsm-heart:

Yupar · Aug 17, 2019

Eulalia said:
lovely to hear from you Yupar

Thanks Eul.. <3
I also rembered you much when I was reading this .. last few days ago

An Erotica Writer on Why So Many Women Are Into Kink

It's totally normal—and the explanation for why women are turned on by it is super interesting.

www.glamour.com

ShadowWolf · Aug 17, 2019

Yupar said:
Thanks Eul.. <3
I also rembered you much when I was reading this .. last few days ago

An Erotica Writer on Why So Many Women Are Into Kink

It's totally normal—and the explanation for why women are turned on by it is super interesting.

www.glamour.com

Thank you for the insight on women writing erotica. It is good for you to provide such a lovely tale.

cynthia the inocent · Aug 17, 2019

ShadowWolf said:
Thank you for the insight on women writing erotica. It is good for you to provide such a lovely tale.

Oh yes! So hypnotic. I couldn't stop reading right up to the end. I love a good story. thank you so much.

Yupar · Aug 17, 2019

cynthia the inocent said:
Oh yes! So hypnotic. I couldn't stop reading right up to the end. I love a good story. thank you so much.

I played myself twice already after reading it

Three dildos, no pain, pleasures, shame, and sacrifice, a perfect fantasy for a woman who loved snuff kink

Yupar · Aug 17, 2019

ShadowWolf said:
Thank you for the insight on women writing erotica. It is good for you to provide such a lovely tale.

Both are not my writings, i just re-shared it

ShadowWolf · Aug 17, 2019

Yupar said:
Both are not my writings, i just re-shared it

Thank you for finding the articles

Barbaria1 · Aug 17, 2019

Hi Yu ... good to see you posting here again

Yupar · Aug 17, 2019

Barbaria1 said:
Hi Yu ... good to see you posting here again

I'm glad you enjoy ..You are always active

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