UPDATE 23/10/21


The whole audience watched in silence, with only a little jostling to ensure that everyone could see the volunteer’s hands. Clearly intrigued in find out just how powerful the drugs were, how quickly they worked and just what the right mix would do, she turned the dial slowly to the left, allowing the blissful sexual high to wash gradually over the young girl at her mercy. Dinah let out soft moans every bit as sweet as those she had made while being scourged. The goth allowed the dial to sit at a three-quarter turn to the left for a second or two before twisting it hard to the right, not turning slowly as she had to the left but instead moving it all the way in the other direction in a single move causing Dinah to let out her first genuine scream of pain that evening. Almost as quickly as she had turned it, the executioner turned the dial all the way to the left, entirely replacing the pain-inducing drug with the one that would cause the erotic pleasure. Coming after the pain, the high was all the more powerful and Dinah screamed again but this time in orgasm.

Slowly, the executioner who, Skye was very happy to see, seemed to be relishing her role, pushed the lethal slider a little higher with one hand while slowly turning the dial back towards the right, letting it rest a moment at the centre before continuing its slow journey. When the slider was half way up, she turned the dial a quarter way to the right, watching Dinah squirm and screw up her face in discomfort but not in a huge amount of pain.

But the chosen executioner did not stop there. With her right hand still pushing the slider closer and closer to the lethal dose, she continued to turn the dial to the right. As the drug being pumped into here veins burned her from the inside, Dinah’s face contorted in ever-increasing agony, the dose growing stronger along with the chemical that would actually kill her. She writhed and struggled against her bonds, pulling apart the wounds on her back which had started to adhere to the faux leather of her death-bed and causing even more pain. Tears streamed down her face and she screamed repeatedly but still the executioner showed no mercy, her hand remaining on the dial even when it could be turned no further. The audience watched in fascinated silence, many feeling a little embarrassed about just how much they were enjoying the show and how erotic they found the young girl’s agony.

Watching her best friend’s torture, Skye knew she ought to feel a degree of sadness or at least pity and maybe even want to rescue her but she also knew that was exactly what Dinah had wanted, being the only “victim” that day to actually design the mechanics of her own execution!

The slider was only one centimetre from the top now. The next push, everyone knew, would prove fatal to agonised girl. The executioner lingered for the longest minute of everyone in the room’s life before suddenly pushing it up, at the same time cranking the dial all the way to the left, flooding Dinah’s body with the pleasure-inducing chemical which felt infinitely sweeter after the sustained and horrific pain. As the toxin finally stopped her heart, her body gave out with the most powerful and euphoric orgasm that she had ever experienced and anyone in the room was likely to ever witness.

“Wow!” Skye exclaimed, unable to stop herself breaking character for a moment as she watched her friend’s budding chest sink for the final time. “And so,” she assumed her role once more, “another evil-doer has received their just desserts! Let’s have a round of applause for our executioner!” She held our her arm towards the young women who turned and gave a theatrical bow, complete with twirling hand, to the rapturous applause of the audience. “And of course for our prisoner and, in fact, the designer of this particular execution, Dinah!” The applause continued, including some whistles and cheers.

“Mmm that was SO hot!” the young woman who had served as executioner licked her lips, looking over at where the male and female teenaged prison guards had begun to unbuckle Dinah’s corpse from the gurney and were preparing sponges with warm water to deal with the blood and other gore that would no doubt cling from her ruined back. “Hey,” she turned to Skye, “think it’s okay if I stay back here for a bit and, um, help those two out?”

“Well their work is done for the evening,” Skye chuckled, “other than taking Dinah outside for the display. Means you’ll miss the last two executions ‘though?”

“Oh don’t worry!” the young woman licked her lips slowly, “I’ll be out in time for the barbecue, I just need… well, I’m sure those two will be able to help me out!”

“Very well then!” Skye cracked her whip once more. “Becky, Sam,” she called to the guards who stopped their work to look over. “Deal with her then give this young lady everything she needs!”

“Thanks!” grinned the young woman, licking her lips once more, “But can you leave the corpse too, just for a bit?”

“As you wish!” the preteen hostess chuckled. “Have fun! Now,” she turned to her audience once more. “All the executions you have witness this night so far have been those used in modern times, in an era not too long before our own, but for our final two executions tonight we will be reaching back further into history, to a dark time indeed when a criminal could be sentenced according to the mood of the judge and the difference between interrogation, torture and execution was often just a matter of how long it lasted. So, those of you who are coming,” she winked at her last volunteer who was already unzipping and slipping her hand inside the male teenage guard’s overall, “follow me!”

Smiling to herself at the knowledge of what was to come next and also thinking how proud Dinah would be if she knew what effect her death had had on all who witnessed it, and the fact that she now seemed set to participate in a posthumous four-way, Skye led the group back into the corridor of slow death. Mike was still holding the trophy head he had been given by the hair, allowing it to swing by his side. Once again the audience admired the exhibits, all of whom were in great pain but not seeming any closer to death as they had earlier the followed Skye down a set of steps which led to what was normally a store-room on the ground level, with access beyond to the walled courtyard where the entertainment would reach its climax and the food would be served.

Unlike the other rooms which had been entered in darkness then lit with harsh electric light once everyone was inside, this final room was already illuminated, albeit somewhat dimly, with burning torches on the wall. In the middle of the room were two wooden structures – one like a chair but with a high, narrow back on which a black iron hoop seemed to be mounted and the other a long, narrow table on high legs, above which hung a number of chains with large, sharp hooks on the end.

“Behold now the justice of old.” Skye gave her wolfish smile once more. “Bring in the prisoners!”

To be continued...