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Execution Planet #2 - Well Filled and Electrified - Susan(F/F, con,
execution, snuff, electrocution, no torture) By CHMakoto - copyright 2009

   Usual disclaimers apply: Don't try this at home!!  Any resemblance to
reality is more than accidental, it's totally unintended, although it might
be interesting.  If you don't like to read about people dying, even
voluntarily, than don't read this.

   Note: A previous story: 'Execution Planet - #1 -- My Last Day - Lee
Anne' is available on ASSM and has some details of the lottery system.  The
stories in the series are independant, so this one should be fine to read
without having read the first one.  There will be more to follow.
It won't be long now.  I'm firmly strapped to the bench, just waiting
for Carole to throw the switch, which will end my short life.  I would have
liked to hang around at least a bit more, but fate ruled otherwise.  I say

Carole, but it is I who chooses when to start the process.

   After all, I'm not some common criminal waiting for my just desserts or
perhaps a reprieve from on high.

   I'm not even a lottery pick, a volunteer, but a volunteer that hopes to
beat the odds and walk away a rich woman.  I recently saw a beautiful
execution of a girl by the name of Lee Anne, which I enjoyed thoroughly
along with my boyfriend.  A memorable fucking that was, I thought he'd
never stop.  My insides were stirred in a unique way and for once, I partly
understood what made them risk it all.  But, I never intended to be in
their shoes, it was strictly a form of entertainment; a little more
arousing than most, but still just entertainment.  When you are observing,
you get caught up in the excitement and don't really think that this is
FINAL for the participant.  Or if you do, it adds to the titillation.

   I suppose you are wondering that if I'm not a criminal and not a lottery
`winner', how I got to be on this bench kneeling and strapped ankles, upper
calves, and waist to the various extensions.  My stomach rests on a support
that extends upward from the bench top.  My breasts hang down freely with
my nipples entrapped in rings that have wires running from them up the wall
and out of sight.  My hands are strapped about shoulder width wide into
cuffs on the wall in front of me and my mouth envelopes a soft dildo that
extends nearly to the back of my throat.  Some sort of device enwraps my
clitoris.  And last, but by far not least, a pair of metal dildos attached
to a bar hanging from a pair of poles extending from the wall are now
invading my pussy and my butt, just waiting for the call for them to be put
to use.  With my mouth dildo-filled, I can't move my head to see around me,
but even that has been thought of.  Inset into the wall at exactly the
right height are a couple of video screens.  One is currently showing an
overall view of my predicament and the other is focused on my genitals. 
Just how did I get here?  I wonder myself sometimes, `sigh'.  So I'll tell
you the story, maybe it will help distract me.  There, I've given Carole
the signal to start the process.  I've been told it'll take a couple hours
to finish me.  As for all of these events, it's being broadcast in real
time and filmed for later distribution.

   My name is Susan, but you can call me Sue.  I'm on the tall side at
178cm and perhaps with might be described a big butt and substantial
thighs. Those never really worried me, at least not until I ended up on
this contraption where they are so prominently displayed.  My breasts,
while not large are ample for their uses.  I can often go without a bra
without pain from the bouncing.  My hair is very dark, nearly black, which
I usually wear in a ponytail and my green eyes show well.  Uhh, something
is beginning to ooze out of the pseudo-penis in my mouth.  Hmmm, it does
taste good.  In my bound position, I have no way to pull back off the
device in my mouth so I start swallowing.  The fluid has about the
consistency of cum, but tastes much better.  The output is slow enough that
I can easily keep up with the flow, but steady enough that my throat is
working full time.  I wonder what it looks like from outside, my throat is
probably convulsing away as I swallow whatever it is.  After a little
while, the seeping stops.  I feel a faint buzz and wonder if it is from
whatever I swallowed; a kind of dreamy feeling starts to soothe me. 
Nothing else is happening, so I'll get back to how I ended up on this death
machine.

   Go back about eight years with me.  My best friend (Jennifer) had signed
up for the lottery about the time she turned 15.  I'm a couple years
younger than she is, so I was 13 at the time.  I admit harassing her about
signing up.  I was like, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?  You
could be dead in a week and for what?  Just to make a little money?  What
were you thinking?" and the like.  Jenny tried to explain that her needs
were immediate and the risk really wasn't that high.  I was having none of
it and her action effectively ended our friendship, which I thought might
have developed into something much more.  I felt that I couldn't invest the
time in someone who could be executed for entertainment purposes.  That
didn't stop me from watching them though; I just told myself I wouldn't be
watching when it was her turn, which has certainly turned out to be true.
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.  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
slid in smoothly, but the one in my cunt encountered 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.  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 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 60cm 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.

   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 feel 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 country 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 Authority 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 Authority
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 Authority location 24 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 21, 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 Authority 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
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 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 a
no longer there intruder.  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 

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