Mistress Skye – Superstar!
By
Edward Hyde


The rest of the evening continued as smoothly as it had begun with the second and third audiences being every bit as appreciative as the first. For the middle show, to keep things fresh, a couple of the executions were gender-swapped from the first, with a boy of fifteen receiving the lethal injection while covering his belly in spunk as the girl chosen to operate the controls flooded him with the orgasm-inducing chemical for nearly the whole time, watching as the pleasure itself became the torture, before inflicting the final quarter of the dose all in one go with the dial turned all the way around to the pain setting. Before moving on from that room, many of the audience had paused to take photos of his face locked, in death, in an expression of unimaginably agony. It gave Skye great pleasure to know how much Dinah would have enjoyed watching others tortured to death by the method she devised for herself, especially as the teen girl executed in the third show was her big sister Martina!

The beheading had to stay a girl, of course, since that prisoner once again provided the meat for the barbecue and Skye knew the paying guests would feel cheated if served boy-meat. Even ‘though it was no longer illegal for human consumption and in most blind tests, hardly anyone could actually tell the difference, it was still considered by most to be vastly inferior to girl-meat and it didn’t seem fair for one set of ticket-holders to get short-changed in this way!

The most interesting swap had probably been the “heretics”, where a girl was hung from the hooks to suffer death by a thousand cuts while it had been a boy strapped into the garotting chair. What made this variation especially interesting was the introduction of a secondary vice clamped around his testicles, slowly crushing them with each turn on the smaller handle. The boy, a fourteen year old named Colin, had abstained from sex or masturbation for the seven days leading up to the event, no mean feat at his age, so that they would be nice and swollen when the time came. Of course his member had stood bolt upright, engorged and proud as, naked of course, he was strapped into the chair and the castration began. The tighter the vice was turned, the more he screamed and blood began to ooze out among the pre-cum. When the engorged testicles finally exploded, he had ejaculated a spectacular fountain of blood mixed with seven days-worth of pent-up spunk. This had elicited more applause than his actual death a few minutes later!

The girl hanging from the hooks had been an interesting variation too – the middle one being inserted into her vagina and emerging bloodily through her mons pubis. Although once again too thin to provide a decent amount of meat, her bust was not insubstantial and, like her predecessor's PENIS, it was her breasts, hooks pushed through below the nipples, which attracted the most attention at first with people enjoying the way they gradually distended and pulled themselves apart. One man, after seeking permission from Skye of course, even cut a careful spiral in the less damaged one, using as many of the existing cuts as he could, so that the full and perky teen breast unravelled like orange peel! A nick to the artery in her inner thigh meant that she was dead long before the hooks gave way and was therefore available to take her place on her designated cross.

Of course between the second and third shows, Mr Goode had brought more refreshments to her dressing room and helped her unwind from the excitement, adrenaline and arousal of the previous performance. While it was pretty clear to the other teachers and parents working the barbecue what was going on during his prolonged absences, circumstances dictated that a blind eye be turned. He had explained to Skye, however, that once things were back to normal at school on Monday, neither of them would be able to acknowledge what had happened between them. Skye’s parents had attended the final performance as a show of support but had been persuaded to leave with the rest of the audience and to allow Mr Goode to drive her home a little later once she had showered, eaten and got back into her normal clothes as well as joining in the debrief with the rest of volunteers, or the surviving ones at least. Of course she had encouraged him to pull into the by then very empty supermarket carpark not too far from the school and had her wicked way with him once more before he dropped her home. Having an intuitive understanding of her daughter’s needs but the need to maintain a front of propriety, Skye’s mum, having invited the teacher in for a cup of tea as a thank you for his kindness of giving the lift, asked if he would be interested in offering private tutoring sessions at his house in the up-coming school holidays – something she assured him her little girl would look forward to immensely! It had not taken a whole lot of arm-twisting for him to agree!

Having got home so late on Saturday night, Skye had spent most of the next day on her bed, in her cosy pyjamas and slippers, watching old horror movies and making drawings inspired by the previous night’s executions. Occasionally she would set her drawing pad down and remember those in between shower sessions with her handsome teacher. The soreness from the new experience made her no longer virgin pussy a little sensitive to touch, painful even, but it was so worth it as she remembered the feeling of having him inside her while he held her up under the wonderfully warm water and kissed her neck, his beard tickling her shoulder and his strong hands under her backside, supporting her with her back pressed against the tiled wall.

After various messages from friends, she was pleased to see that photos and videos of the executions taken by the audience members had been uploaded to various popular websites and were proving to be quite a hit! She was certainly glad that she had gone for a fresh outfit and makeup between each show and not relied on the one to last all the way through. Although the combined in-person audience had numbered less than one hundred, it was clear that her performance, or parts of it at least, was going to be seen by thousands, if not millions!

The next morning, on her way to school, dressed once again in her formal and far more modest school uniform, Skye was delighted to see the corpses of those she had helped to execute displayed in various ways near to the schools from which they came. It felt like something of a community art project and she was happy to have been a part of it.

There were of course lots of expressions of appreciation and congratulations when she arrived at school. Despite only being in Year 8, she was, for that one day at least, the school’s superstar! As she signed autographs for and posed for selfies with several of her fellow pupils, her friend Valentine rushed up and hugged her.

“Hey Mistress!” she giggled, “How’s internet stardom treating you?”

“Pretty good!” she chuckled. “I’ve got the fame, now when do I get the fortune?”

“Well I have got an offer for you, if you’re up for it?” Valentine asked, her green eyes sparkling. “Well, from my parents really!”

“Oh?” Skye was intrigued. “What is it?”

“Well,” she slipped her arm through Skye’s as they wandered the playground, waiting for the bell to signal the start of the school day, “you know how my parents are having that big party for their wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks?”

“Yup!” Skye grinned, “And you’re spit-roasting for them!”

“Right!” Valentine was happy that her friend remembered her coming big day. “Well anyway, they’ve now decided they want some extra entertainment and asked me to ask if you’d come and snuff my brother for them in some creative way? They’re happy to pay you a hundred pounds and you’d get a slice or two of my ass!”

“Wow! What a deal!” The young girl was genuinely shocked about the amount of money on offer and very happy to think she would get to taste her friend’s meat. The job on offer was also tempting! Valentine’s brother Marius was a little less than two years older than them and in Year 10. He was sporty, handsome and popular – having him at her mercy would be quite the treat!”

“In in!” she beamed. “But is your brother up for it? I’d better have help if he’s going to need restraining! Plus I don’t think I could kill someone begging for mercy, for real I mean.”

“Oh no he’s more than up for it!” laughed Valentina reassuringly. “In fact, want to know what he said when he saw your video?” She put her hand to her mouth, giggling at the amusing memory, blushing a little.

“Go on?” Skye blushed a little too, very intrigued but imagining what kind of comment that teenage boy might have made about her in any of her Executioner’s uniforms.”

“He said...” Valentina stifled a giggle once more, “He said, ‘She can crush my bollocks with her heel or cut of my cock any time she likes!’”

“Oh!” Skye put her own hand to her mouth and blushed a little deeper while giggling. “Well far be it from me to disappoint him! Tell your parents I’m in!”

At registration not long after, it was a little strange to see Dinah’s normal chair empty. Skye knew how much she had been looking forward to her death and it certainly had been a spectacular one that everyone who witnessed it, in person or online, would remember for a long time. Heck, she had even passed her friend’s rotting corpse on the way in that morning. Yet somehow, seeing the empty chair there made it hit home that her the girl with whom she had planned and plotted so much since they were small was really gone and not coming back.

She did not have much time to feel sad, however, as when she was standing up to leave for her first lesson of the day, her form tutor, Mrs Franklin, called her aside.

“The Head has asked to see you in her office.” the kindly middle-aged teacher explained. “Apparently she has something she needs to discuss with you.”

Very intrigued now, Skye turned left into the corridor while the rest of her classmates turned right. Less than two minutes later she was outside the Head Teacher’s office, breathing quite heavily. Was she in some sort of trouble? She didn’t see how she could be. Still, being summoned like this was always a little nerve-wracking! She knocked on the door, waited, then, when summoned, went in.

To be continued...