The corridor down which Skye now led her audience was far from bare. Instead it was lined with displays featuring some of the younger volunteers suffering slower but no less excruciating methods of execution, methods which would allow them to be on display all night, after which they would either be put out of their misery and disposed of or moved outside so that their slow deaths could be enjoyed by the passing public over the next day or so.

On wooden crosses mounted to the wall, opposite each other, were a crucified boy and girl – the girl around eleven years old and the boy a little younger, perhaps nine or ten, his little willy rock hard as he struggled for breath and the heaving of the slim girl’s chest serving the emphasise the firm little buds on her chest – the beginnings of breasts which would now never develop any further. Both were glistening with sweat and gritting their teeth against the pain of the nails through their wrists and feet but both seemed to still have a reasonable amount of energy to pull themselves up, as they had to for each breath, and did not seem to have been up there for long. Giggling like a naughty school-girl, one of the middle-aged women reached up and she passed and pressed the boy’s pre-pubescent erection down, watching it spring back up and bounce once released.

Beyond them, on one side of the corridor, next to the crucified girl, a young boy was laying on his back, tied to a bench, with a cage over his stomach. Within the cage, three large, hungry rats had just begun the process of attempting to escape by burrowing through the soft flesh beneath their feet. A wadded-up rag in the boy’s mouth prevented his screams from being too loud but it was clearly not a pleasant experience!

Opposite him, on the other side of the corridor, a very athletic blonde girl of ten, her skin tanned a beautiful gold, her chest flat and her vulva naturally hairless, was sat on what at first appeared to be a vaulting horse, her hands tied behind her back. Closer inspection, however, revealed that the beam on which she sat was diamond-shaped and filed very sharp. Nestling in the groove of her vulva and between her buttocks, it was already clearly cutting into her as blood dribbled stickily from beneath her, dripping onto the corridor floor. Around each ankle were iron shackles from which dangled heavy balls on chains, still at least a foot above the floor. Clearly they would continue to pull her slowly down until she split it two but that would likely not be for several hours yet. In the mean time, she remained sat upright, being slowly tugged down onto the sharp wood with sensations of excruciating pain and sexual euphoria so mixed that she could no longer tell one from the other.

Hanging next to one side of the door to the next execution chamber was a metal cage, about the size and shape of a human adult, but with two young teens squeezed inside it, a boy and a girl back to back. The inside of the cage was studded with inch-long nails which pressed into the pair’s flesh, the cage so tight that when either exhaled they pushed not only themselves but the other into the sharp, rusty spikes. Both their bodies, the cage and the floor beneath it were slick with fresh blood.

“Watch your step!” Skye warned with a chuckle, “Don’t slip!”

On the other side of the door was a freckled, red-haired boy of about eleven, locked into a sort of wooden frame which forced him into a squatting position with his hands behind his back. The pose would have been uncomfortable enough but his head was tilted backwards with a clear pipe connected to a tank above forced down into his throat. From the tank came a slow but constant trickle of what Skye explained was salt water. The boy’s chubby belly was already bloated and a tight band secured around his stubby PENIS to prevent him pissing out the liquid left the organ purple and swollen. Once everyone had had a chance to admire these grim tableaux and take all the photos these wanted, the preteen hostess led them through into the room where the next execution was prepared.

Of the five set-piece executions in the tour, this was the one that Skye herself was most looking forward to as it starred her best friend, Dinah. The audience filed into the room and Skye cracked her whip, ordering the lights to be switched on, revealing the next set of apparatus.

To be continued...