Star and Blue
Star drew in a heavy sigh. She had been incarcerated for 5 days: accused of embezzling funds from the private equity firm where she served as CFO. Though innocent, she eventually gave a forced confession after 36 hours on the rack with intense electrical stimulation in her sensitive areas. Condemned to death by the newly formed “Business Tribunal” she awaits her execution alone in a 10x10 cell wearing only an oversized prison jumper.
It took nearly that long to recover from the ordeal, during which time the Business Tribunal considered her appeal, mounted by one of their own lawyers: the appeal was summarily rejected and her execution by electric chair was slated to occur within the next 48 hours.
Star was resigned to her fate from the start. She knew she had enemies at the firm that were envious of her chiseled body, gorgeous face and silky blond hair. Her athletic body was the envy, and desire, of nearly every male (and several female) members of the firm. The fact that she rejected all suitors pissed off many colleagues who vowed to put her in her place if they ever had the opportunity.
Though Star was unavailable to her colleagues she was no stranger to casual sex. Since her early twenties she had spent many a Saturday in the local coffee shop scanning the field for the right man to take home with her and fuck his brains out. College aged, young professionals, middle aged and even the occasional 60+ were all part of her repertoire and she gave each and every one of them the ride of their lives!
But that was all in the past: what little future she had was spent dreading her upcoming fate, trying to retain any shred of dignity and confidence she had so recently possessed in abundance.
She heard the key turn in her cell door and in walked two massive guards armed with billyclubs and tasers. The guards told her that her execution was set for tomorrow but there would be a “dry run” sometime today just to familiarize the condemned with the process and, hopefully, reduce the prospect of any unfortunate resistance when the real moment arrived. Almost as if on cue a third man entered and introduced himself: “Good afternoon Ms. Star, my name is Blue and I will be in charge of your execution tomorrow. I believe these fine gentlemen told you about our dry run: is now a good time?”
Star was taken aback by Blue’s professional and almost genial manner of speech. It helped soften the fear inherent in the moment and the intensity she saw in Blue’s eyes. “Err... yes, I guess so” she stammered. “Great, I’m so glad to be helping you through this. Now, if you will, please stand and remove your jumpsuit” Blue intoned in his matter-of-fact voice. You can either do so yourself or my assistants would be happy to give you a hand.” Star got the implication and was in no mood for a brawl; she let down the zipper and stepped out of the jumpsuit. Even the stoic Blue couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow to what stood before him. Her lovely long neck traced down to her beautifully shaped breasts with rock-hard nipples that stood out at least 1/2 inch. Her well-tone stomach was adorned with a bellybutton ring and her pubic mound was perfectly trimmed with a triangle of feathery hair. Her pussy lips were visible atop her sculpted legs and immaculate calves. She was a living breathing statue of natural beauty.
“Wonderful, thank you for your cooperation and my compliments on how well you have maintained your body.” The irony of that statement coming from her eventual executioner was not lost on Star...
“If you would, please turn around and place your hands behind your back so my assistant may put on the cuffs. Remember we are rehearsing today so there will be no mistakes tomorrow.” Once cuffed, Blue and his assistants led Star out of her cell and into a long hallway. Up to now a feeling of surreality had allowed her to block out the reality of what was going on. Now, catcalls, insults, whistles and shouts shattered her veil of the surreal as she was paraded past the other inmates and brought her to the awful truth: she was being humiliated and degraded on her way to her execution- and this was only the rehearsal! Her shoulders shook with anguish and she quietly wept while Blue babbled on about some of the inmates she was walking past, how much voltage would be used to end her life and where her body would go once the life-force was gone.
At the end of the hallway was a large, heavy door. Blue opened it slowly and motioned Star in. It was a well lit room but not overly bright and rather large. At the far end was a small stage just beyond about 12 rows of folding chairs. As Blue led her towards the stage she stopped in her tracks and let out a gasp. Center stage held an old fashioned wooden electric chair; the chair that would end her life tomorrow.
Blue had Star sit in the chair so measurements could be taken and the straps properly adjusted. Star looked for the electrodes and other equipment that typically accompanies this type of device but could not see anything. “I guess they’re getting it ready for tomorrow” she thought to herself. “Now,” intoned Blue, “this exactly how the procedure will go down tomorrow. We do not give you a hood as we believe complete nakedness is part of the punishment for your crime, my apologies... Alvin, would please kill the lights?” With that, the room was pitched to utter blackness. Almost immediately a spotlight shone on both the electric chair and where Blue was standing. “This is how you will die tomorrow with these seats filled and myself by your side. Ok Alvin, lights back up please.” With that the room returned to its original lighting and revealed a visibly shaken and terrified Star. “No, no....no,no,no this can’t be happening THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!!!” She shrieked, face in hands and sobbing uncontrollably.
“Yes, yes... of course you don’t want to die and particularly as part of a macabre show. I feel your anguish and empathize completely: if it were up to me I’d commute your sentence, have you put on a classy business skirt and blouse over some sexy lingerie and have you walk out of this facility so we could meet as equals and, well... you can imagine!” The thought of getting in her more familiar attire seemed to calm Star down a bit. She stopped hyperventilating and regained some control of her emotions. Blue continued: “Much as I would like that to be the case I have only a minor say in the final disposition of our condemned inmates, I am truly sorry.” With that, Blue motioned the guards to return Star back to her cell and gently reminding her “remember, our dry run today will be duplicated exactly tomorrow. Perhaps having gone through he process once will alleviate some of the nervous anticipation you will feel tonight and allow you a final night of peace. We have heard many of our inmates tell us that on the eve of their execution.” Minutes later Star was back in her cell re-walking every footstep, every sight and every sound of her dry run. Sleep did come and it was mercifully sound.
She awoke to a female guard opening the door carrying a basin, a jug of water and some clothes. Without saying a word the guard washed her and applied some basic makeup. Reaching into the bag of clothes the guard handed Star some stockings, garter belt, g-string panties e a lace bra. Once the lingerie was on the guard handed Starslut a knee-length pleated skirt and a button down blouse with a high collar. Finishing off the outfit was a fairly modest set of heels. Star looked absolutely stunning and beamed confidently as this was familiar territory for her. The sudden feeling of empowerment gave her hope the Blue had worked out a way to spare her life and she could join him in the world outside this bleak and cursed facility.
“Come, this way” called the female guard and they headed in the opposite direction as yesterday, eventually reaching a carpeted hallway with a door at the end. Gone were the catcalls and insults of yesterday as well as the degradation of approaching ones death. The guard opened the door to a dark room with a few stairs right at the doorway. Using a small flashlight the guard helped her up the stairs and told her to wait here. “Blue made such a point about today being exactly like yesterday but, obviously, that is not the case. Do think he was able to successfully lobby for my life?” A sense of hope and excitement came over her as well as arousal! Her nipples stood up strong and proud and she could feel her pussy moistening by the second as she imaged herself on top of Blue riding him to orgasm after orgasm.
Suddenly, a spotlight focused on her and Blue’s familiar voice spoke assuringly: “Ms. Star: you had been scheduled to die by electrocution for your crime of embezzlement today but the Business Tribunal has reversed that decision.” Star‘s skin tingled with anticipation as her heart rate rose: “Freedom” she whispered quietly to herself breathing a heavy sigh of relief; “they’ve realized their mistake and are letting me go home!”
“Instead of death by electrocution the Business Tribunal condemns you to death by guillotine.” Instantly a second spotlight illuminated a tall guillotine merely 3 feet from where she stood. In shock she could faintly hear Blue say: “Guard: secure her arms behind her back and cuff her. Good. Please remove her blouse, bra, skirt and panties but leave the garter, stockings and heels.”
The intense cruelty of the moment broke her. When mere seconds ago she was convinced she had escaped death and had grand plans of returning to family and friends she was now confronted with her imminent execution. The shock was too much for her and this once-proud financial executive was reduced to a screaming, pleading wreck begging for mercy when there was none to be had.
Once she was stripped the male guards from yesterday forced her onto the lunette, strapped her to it with legs spread open and slid her in place under the blade. Her panicked struggles made the entire apparatus shake a bit, but not enough to matter. What did matter was that her struggles placed her sex in view of the 100+ people that paid to watch her die. Every movement brought other areas into view and the audience appreciated her final dance. Somehow, in the midst of her frenzied struggle, a familiar feeling crept up in her loins, a feeling that seemed to come closer and closer the more she struggled. “My god, I’m going to cum... how the fuck is this happening?” What Star was feeling was intentional: her executioner had taken careful measurements the day before when Star was in the electric chair. A small pad was placed exactly where her clit would be once strapped into the lunette; the more she struggled the more the fire burned within her. Mixed with her screams and pleas for mercy one could discern moans of intense pleasure, moans that grew in intensity the closer she came to her climax.
Blue was standing right next her, grateful for the front row view he had of her sex and passion dance. He was prepared to give the customary sign to finish off the condemned: 3 sharp slaps to the ass. Star felt the first slap and was startled. “Cum for me baby” she heard him say and she was very, very close. On the second slap he repeated emphatically “Cum for me baby, right now!” And it began: a feeling that overwhelmed every fiber of her body causing her limbs to convulse wildly and a guttural scream to emanate from her gaping mouth. She felt a third slap on her ass and, very soon, felt the bade touch her neck, quickly, she felt no more.
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