Mistress Skye’s House of Death
By
Edward Hyde


“Aren’t you done yet?” Dinah sighed as Skye leant over the small mirror which she held in one hand, an eye-liner pencil in the other.

“Easy for you to say!” teased Skye, glancing over her shoulder at her fresh-faced friend who wore nothing but a pink towelling robe decorated with cartoon strawberries. “My costume takes way longer to put on than yours!”

“We can swap role if you like!” Dinah stuck out her tongue.

“No way!” Skye chastised her. “I’ve put way too much work into all of this! Besides, you’re too dumb to explain the controls properly. I’d probably end up getting inflated like a balloon or something if you were left in charge!” Both girls giggled. “But seriously,” Skye set down her pencil and turned to properly look at her friend, “you’re still up for this, right? Not changing your mind? I mean, it would suck if you pulled out last-minute like this but I’m not gonna force you into anything!”

“Oh no way!” Dinah grinned and bit her bottom lip in excitement. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks!”

“That’s okay then!” Skye chuckled. “Let’s just hope whoever volunteers isn’t boring!” She turned back to the mirror and, less than two minutes later, was satisfied, blowing her reflection a kiss with glossy black lips. “How do I look?”

The twelve year old red-head stood up and tossed her thick, ginger locks before slipping on a leather cap, the same shiny black patent leather as her corset, shorts, boots and the elbow-length gloves that she was now pulling on. Her arms were bare and her legs clad in fishnet stockings, the paleness of her skin providing a pleasing contrast with the black of her clothing and makeup. Around her slim waist she wore a belt from which various keys, small devices and a whip were hanging.

“Like one of the Village People!” Dinah laughed. “Nah, you look hot and scary!”

“Like a prison warder?” Skye asked with her hands on her hips.

“A prison warder in a porno maybe!” her friend retorted.

“Close enough!” chuckled Skye, licking her lips slightly, loving the feeling of the tight, soft leather across her otherwise-bare chest. “So did you just come to give me a hard time over how long I was taking to get ready or did you need to tell me something?”

“Only that the rest of us are ready,” smiled Dinah, “and that the first group of visitors have arrived!”

“Excellent! Tell everyone to get to their places and let’s get this show on the road!” She straightened her cap and smacked her lips together again in the mirror to even out the black lipstick and left the small store cupboard which was serving as her dressing room with Dinah, turning right down the corridor to go greet the public which Dinah turned left to go let her fellow performers know it was show-time!

“Welcome!” Skye called from the small stage in the lobby, allowing her to loom over the first group of ticket-holders, despite most of them being adults and therefore a fair bit taller than her. “To Mistress Skye’s House of Death! I am your host and the Chief Executioner, you will all address me as Mistress, understood?” She held out her coiled whip threateningly and everyone announced their understanding, sounding very much like a group of school children wishing the head teacher good morning in assembly. There were some indulgent chuckles but she knew that was to be expected and they did not hurt her feelings. Skye was, after all, a fairly small girl giving orders to a group mostly consisting of people her parents’ age or older but as long as everyone agreed to play along, she was happy.

“Within these walls you will witness the end of many a foul wrong-doer, receiving their just deserts for their crimes! But many of you will not simply be observers. I am the Chief Executioner within these walls but I will be calling upon many of you to deputise for me. If any of you are unwilling to be the one who pulls the trigger, presses the button or pulls the lever, then I suggest you leave now!” She paused for a moment to see if anyone would leave. She thought it unlikely as the nature of the event had been well-advertised and the tickets were not cheap but still, it seemed only fair to give this final warning. When nobody gave any sign of wanting to leave, she bade them follow to the first execution chamber.

The “House of Death” was really an abandoned hospital that Skye’s school district was given permission to use every year for their annual Halloween fundraiser. The building was inspected every September for structural safety then, from the first of October, it would be handed over to the team of volunteers to prepare for the big night. Of course death and deadly thrills were an expected part of the event but it was always a challenge to make it seem fresh for those who came year after year.

Normally, the team of volunteers would be from the top end of the secondary school or from the sixth form college but, after suffering through last year’s, in her opinion abysmal, boring event where the audience watched lab-coated scientists predictably turned on and chewed to death by zombies, werewolves, vampires and even a mummy that they were supposedly experimenting on, whilst fighting back with machetes and chain-saws that just happened to be laying around the lab for some reason, Skye had begged to be allowed to organise this year’s, despite only being in year eight, the second year of secondary school. When she had laid out her plans, based on execution methods from around the world, past and present, the school board had agreed.

Of course, execution methods were, in real life, designed for efficiency rather than entertainment so, while she had maintained as much accuracy as possible with them methods themselves, Skye had come up with ways to make the deaths of her volunteers more fun for both those being executed, those carrying out the executions and, of course, those watching! Traditional, authentic execution methods with game-like elements added.

Excited to see how her audience would react to what she had in store for them, Skye led the small party into the room where the first execution was set up!

Once everyone was ushered into the dark room and had taken their place behind the rope, Skye close the door and switched on the lights, revealing the first method of execution. It was a tall guillotine but not they typical kind seen in waxwork Chambers of Horror or other museums, this one was sleek with a modern style, some wood but mostly metal, the plank on which the victim would lay cushioned with slightly perished leather, like an old bench in a pub.

“While the guillotine is most commonly associated with the French Revolution,” Skye explained, “similar devices were used around the world, including in England and Scotland. It was a common method of execution in Nazi Germany and was, in fact, used for executions in France right up until the nineteen seventies! The model we will be using today came originally from a French prison and is on loan from the Manchester Museum of Justice!” These facts were met with some interested murmuring, “Now,” Skye spoke with loud authority, “bring in the prisoner!”

A small door at the back of the room opened and the “prisoner” was led in by two guards, a boy and a girl of around fifteen, in grey overalls and caps. All those to be executed were volunteers, of course, but in order to keep with the theme, the prisoner’s hands were cuffed behind her back and the guards led her towards the guillotine with one hand each on her shoulders and the other on her hands. The prisoner was, to nobody’s surprise but everyone’s delight, stark naked. The fourteen year old girl was not especially tall but had an impressively toned body with a small but beautifully formed pair of firm young breasts on her chest and a fluffy tuft of hair between her legs, beneath her taught stomach, the same colour as the long hair on her head which fell in gently curls around her elfin face. She tried to look contrite, even fearful, approaching her fate but her big brown eyes could not hide her excitement.

“Bring the prisoner forward!” commanded Skye, cracking her whip, and the guards did as they were told. There were lots of flashes from cameras and phones as the audience took pictures and video of the gorgeous, naked teen. “Don’t worry,” Skye assured her audience, “this top quality meat will not go to waste! Your tickets entitle you to partake at the barbecue after the show. By the time you are done with your experience tonight, this prisoner’s meat,” she reached out and squeezed one of the impressive breasts to illustrate her point, “will be parted out and cooked, along with that of some of the others, waiting for you to enjoy. Now, place the prisoner in position!”

The guards led the compliant young girl up the metal steps onto the platform and had her lay on her back on the padded bench, looking up at the blade which would soon part her pretty head from her delicious body. The cuffs were removed and her hands and feet fixed to the bench with thick leather straps, her hair carefully pulled through the neck-rest so that it hung down beneath her and would not obstruct the path of the blade or be cut by it. The upper restraint was brought down and locked into place on top of her delicate neck.

“Now,” Skye raised her whip commandingly and pointed the leather coil at the audience, “we need a volunteer and I think it’s going to be…” she scanned the excited faces. “You!” She settled on a man in his mid-thirties, dressed casually with short brown hair. “Come forward!” The man glanced nervously at the young woman next to him – his girlfriend or perhaps even his wife but she giggled and pushed him forward, telling him to have fun. A little awkwardly, the man shuffled forward. “Good!” the preteen dominatrix nodded. “Now, off with your trousers and underwear!”

“Oh but…” the man began to protest but Skye cracked her whip aggressively.

“I said off! Now do as you’re told!”

“Yeah, Mike!” the man’s partner teased him as the rest of the audience chuckled. “Do what you’re told for once!” Somewhat reluctantly, and blushing deeply, the man stripped from the waist down, tugging down his pale blue shirt to hide his erection and feeling a bit silly having kept his trousers on. He bundled up his jeans, underpants and shoes and passed them to his partner.

“That’s better!” the redhead cracked her whip again. “Now, as I explained, all the executions tonight are going to have an extra element of fun and perhaps even danger attached. Now, get up those steps and stand in front of the prisoner.” Mike did as he was told and the naked girl strapped into the guillotine grinned up at him cheekily. “Now, to your left,” Skye explained to her chosen volunteer, “you will see a switch. That switch will release the blade, but I don’t want you to do it just yet!” Mike looked at the young, leather-clad girl then back to the naked teen before him, feeling both more nervous and aroused than he ever had before.

“Now, as a final act of penitence, the prisoner will pleasure you with her mouth!” Skye explained. “You are not to release the blade until you cum in her mouth and trust me,” she gave a well-practised malevolent grin, “I will be checking! If you lie and release it early, well, we’ll be finding out what else that blade can chop off!”

“But, um,” Mike licked his lips nervously, “what if I’m too deep in her throat and….”

“Hmm don’t flatter yourself!” Skye stepped closer and used to handle of her whip to lift the blushing man’s shirt-front, much to the audible amusement of the audience. “I don’t think you have too much to worry about!” In truth, his erect, throbbing member was a perfectly respectable size and, indeed, if he had it shoved too far down the teen’s throat at the moment of climax, he could well be in for an unwelcome snip, but that was all part of the excitement and the teasing part of the expected showmanship. “Now,” Skye turned to address the audience, the majority of whom had their cameras at the ready, “let the sentence be carried out!”

Giggling at the nervous man looking down at her, the prisoner opened her mouth wide, invitingly. Mike adjusted himself, while his partner called out teasing encouragement, and slid his erection into the restrained girl’s mouth. The well-prepared girl closed her lips around him and began to suck, using her tongue to tease and caress, determined that the last blow-job she would ever give would also be her best.

His embarrassment pushed aside by the pleasure he was receiving, Mike began to relax and enjoy himself more and more. The girl under sentence of death was undoubtedly very talented and he had to steady himself against the uprights of the guillotine, taking care not to rest his hand anywhere near the activation switch. It was quite possible, he realised, that Skye had been joking about what would happen if he triggered the blade too early but he really didn’t want to find out! Trying hard to keep his knees stable, he rocked back and forth in rhythm with the sucking and, very soon, he could feel that he was on the edge.

“Ready?” he mouthed silently down at the girl who continued to look up at him gleefully with her big, brown, sparkling eyes. Not ceasing her sucking, she gave a slight nod and winked one eye. Taking a deep breath, Mike pressed the switch and felt his hot, thick cum squirting into her waiting throat as the blade hissed down its runners.

There was a cheer accompanied by a round of camera flashes as the blade stopped with a thud and the prisoner’s body spasms, thrashing against the restraints. Impulsively, Mike took a step backwards, away from the dangerous blade and was as shocked as anyone else to see that the grinning head came with him, the prisoner sucking with all her might to stay attached to him and a mixture of blood and cum oozed from her neck.

“Congratulations!” Skye stepped forward, taking hold of the head and sliding it off Mike’s still-hard member. “And congratulations to Emily too! Let’s give her a round of applause!” The audience cheered and clapped as she held aloft the head which smiled in acknowledgement before the girl’s eyes rolled back and her mouth began to hang loose. Turning the head around as Mike tried to cover himself once more, the Mistress of Ceremonies stuck a finger into the open mouth and ran it around like a swab then inspected the white gloop on the end of her finger before, apparently satisfied, wiping in on her friend’s rapidly-cooling tongue.

“Here you go!” she tossed the severed head to Mike. “A bonus prize! Take her home and have some fun then, when you’re done, she’ll make a great Jack-o-Lantern!” Still looking like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, Mike caught the head and returned to his giggling partner who took the prize from him and handed him his jeans and underwear to put back on.

“Right!” Skye cracked her whip once more to get everyone’s attention as the two overalled guards unstrapped the decapitated carcass from the guillotine ready to be taken for processing. “If everyone is ready, let’s move on!”

Chattering excitedly, the small audience followed their host back out into the corridor and down to another room. When the lights came on this time, they saw a pair of electric chairs which seemed to have some special adaptions made and a sort of console in front with a bank of switches, the slight space in the middle suggesting that some controlled one chair and some the other. Above each chair was a sort of screen or display which looked as if it should light up but which was were currently dark.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen,” Skye grinned, stepping up onto the edge of the small stage on which the chairs were set, “we are going to have a little competition! Let’s see…” She scanned the audience again, looking for her next “volunteers.” “You!” she pointed to a young woman of around twenty with wavy, chestnut hair. “Aaaand….” she dragged this out for theatrical effect. “You!” She settled upon one of the older gentlemen in the audience who she judged to be in his mid sixties and was apparently there alone.

“Not going to ask me to get it up, are you?” he chuckled as he came forward, “I didn’t bring my little blue pills!”

“Oh no, don’t worry!” laughed Skye, genuinely amused and dropping her dominatrix persona for a moment, “Nothing like that this time!” Then she gathered herself and cracked the whip once more. “Now get to your stations! You on the left,” she told the older man, “and you on the right!” she flicked her whip in the direction of the young woman, just catching her with the tip on her shapely backside and making her yelp, much to the amusement of the rest of the audience.

“Bring out the prisoners!” commanded Skye and once again a door opened and young prison guards in overalls led out the condemned, two this time, naked apart from handcuffs with their hands locked in front of them. Both were around fifteen years old and athletically built and both in a very obvious state of arousal! As with Emily at the guillotine, they were brought forward to be admired and photographed. Unlike Emily, however, both were completely hairless from the neck down.

“A couple!” Skye explained, “Partners in crime now condemned to die side by side! Place them on the chairs!” The attractive teen pair, both blonde but the girl’s hair a lighter shade than the boy’s, were led to the customised chairs. Protruding from the seat of each was a thick, gleaming metal rod, rounded at the end. The guards smeared each with conductive gel will also served as lubricant and had the prisoners sit on them, the boy with his penetrating his ass and the girl enveloping hers with her incredibly eager vagina. Both winced and squirmed a little as they adjusted to these unyielding intruders but soon seemed to settle and sit as comfortably as it was possible to do so. Once the pairs wrists and ankles had been secured with the thick leather straps, the guards clipped a small metal peg with a wire trailing to the girl’s clit, causing her to gasp and moan but not nearly as much as the boy did when two think needles were driven carefully into the head of his erect PENIS and further tiny needles forced through his scrotum and into each testicle. Two more clips were clamped to the girl’s perky pink nipples which crowned her quite substantial breasts then each had monitoring electrodes taped to their chests and forearms. Finally, wet sponges were placed on top of their heads and the metal caps brought down, the rims resting roughly level with their eyebrows.

Receiving a nod of approval from Skye, he female guard pulled a heavy switch on the wall and the displays above their chairs lit up, displaying large LED zeros on the right-hand half. The control panel also lit up and an audible electrical hum filled the air.

“So what do we do?” the chosen young woman executioner asked, looking from the boy in the chair in front of her to Skye. The couple in the chairs were breathing heavily, a degree of fear in their faces, for sure, but far more excitement.

“I’m glad you ask!” replied the leather-clad red-head with a broad grin.


To be continued...