“Some of the electrodes,” Skye explained, as much to the audience as to the players themselves, “measure when the prisoners experience an orgasm. Don’t worry,” she chuckled, “for those thinking it seems unfair, the electrical current will mean that the male prisoner’s body is capable of experiencing just as many, just as frequently as the female’s. The screens above record the number experienced. The executioner to give their prisoner the most orgasms before they die wins.”

“But!” she held up a finger, her wolfish grin spreading across her face once more, “Here’s the thing. Each chair is connected to a series of four switches.” She gestured to the panel in front of her “volunteers”. “Each one increases the electrical current, providing not only greater stimulation but also greater risk of a fatal electric shock. The faster you up the current,” she explained, “the more orgasms your prisoner will experience but also the quicker they will die. We have, however, installed a couple of fail-safes to ensure you do not simply leave it on the lowest setting and have us standing her all night. Firstly, if no switch is activated within two minutes of the previous one, an automatically fatal shock will be administered. Also,” she grinned, “the moment the equipment detects that one prisoner’s heart has stopped beating, a fatal shock will be administered to the other and the game will end. Everything clear?” The contestants both nodded and the prisoners squirmed excitedly in their seats, around the metal phalluses which penetrated them.

“Essentially it is a game of chicken!” Skye laughed, eliciting chuckles from the audience. “As you can see, the prisoners are already in quite the state of arousal so do not expect the first switch to do a lot. But after that…” She chuckled again. “So, good luck, and don’t forget the two minute rule!” The older man and the young woman both stood with their hands gripping the first flip-switch, trying to look both at the prisoners in front of them and each other at the same time. “Okay, everyone! Shall we count them in?” The audience enthusiastically counted down from five and the two contestants flipped the switches simultaneously

If they had been squirming before, the sibling contestants now began to writhe, moaning unashamedly as the electrical stimulation of their most sensitive areas brought them pleasure. After about thirty seconds, the girl let out a gasp and her counter changed from zero to one. Spurred by this, the young woman flipped her second switch and almost immediately the boy gave a yelp and squirted sticky white cum onto his toned stomach. The audience whistled and applauded him as his counter turned to one and neither his face nor member showed any sign of calming down.

Not wanting to be outdone, the man flipped his next switch and the girl gave a shrill squeal, her counter rising from one to three in the space of less than ten seconds. Both contestants held their nerve for a while, watching as the counters rose into double figures, the wooden seat of the girl’s chair drenched and the boy’s stomach caked in his own semen. His erection continued to pulse regularly, as if capitulating, but he had run dry. The third switches began to flash ominously.

“Don’t forget!” reminded them, “Fail to the next switch within two minutes and it’s game over!” This time it was the young woman who flipped hers first, the older man looking intently ahead, clearly having been counting since he flipped the last one. The increased current surged through the boy’s body. His writhing indicated genuine pain now although his counter continued to go up. His eyes rolled back in his head and he began to scream in a distinctly feminine way as the electricity surged thought his genitals, cooking them slowly from the inside.

With less than two seconds to spare, the older man flipped this third switch then shocked everyone by going straight to the fourth. The girl’s counter had been rising rapidly on the second setting and was just two shy of the boy’s total. The painful surge of the third switch rapidly took her to five above him as the man flipped the final switch which would guarantee the death of both prisoners. Now the girl screamed too and three more orgasms were added to her total then, to the horrified delight of everyone watching, her rolled, blue eyes exploded and she slumped forward in the chair, smoke curling from her mouth, her body still convulsing uncontrollably as the electricity continued to pass through her. As the machinery detected her lack of heart-beat and took over control of the current, locking out the young woman from her switches, the boy slammed back in his chair, his skin red and blistered all over. Two more orgasms were registered to his total before he too slumped, the air filling with a distinct aroma of fried bacon.

The chairs powered down and the displays blinked their final total. The boy’s read a very respectable twenty seven but the display above the girl read thirty three!

“We have a winner!” Skye took the older man’s hand and raised it like a boxed who had just bested their opponent. “Very well played, sir! A risky strategy but it paid off! And don’t feel too bad!” She turned to the young woman with a genuine smile. “You ensured your prisoner put on an excellent show for all of us!” She took a deep sniff of the air in the room. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m getting quite hungry! Let’s leave the guards to dispose of these two and move onto our next execution. But before we do!” She used the whip to wave expansively at the dead teen siblings in the chairs like the Ring-Mistress at a circus. “How about a round of applause for our shockingly attractive prisoners?” She giggled at her own joke. “Tammy and Tommy Henderson! Let’s hear it for T’n’T!” The audience erupted into heart-felt applause and cheers, giving the smoking corpses their due. There were very few among them who were not incredibly aroused by the electrifying performance.

“Now!” the preteen dominatrix cracked her whip aggressively once more. “Follow me!”

To be continued...