The Lottery Winner
by A. P. Damien
Background: Santamos Island1
An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from "tourists", the nation's leaders in desperation pass a law -- consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Santamos now has a thriving tourist industry: those coming to be executed, those wishing to be executioners, and many who simply want to watch the executions.
Santamos authorizes five types of public executions:
In addition to the above, two of the hotels have private back decks where some other options are available, including hara-kiri. And there are some rich foreigners who have built beachside villas with equipment for their own favorite execution methods: gas chambers, impaling stakes, electric chairs, etc.
These executions take several forms, but perhaps the best-known is the "amicable divorce". Let us say that Jeanne and Phillip have been married for some years, and the fire has simply gone out. They have merged their lives to an extent where a conventional divorce would be... complicated. But Jeanne has an execution fetish.
Jeanne and Phillip fly to Santamos. They spend a night resting at the Common Hotel. In the morning, they tour the execution facilities, watching hangings, garrotings, beheadings, shootings, and drownings. Jeanne chooses to be hanged.
They spend one last, passionate night together. In the morning, Jeanne gets up, eats a light breakfast, and strips naked, leaving her clothes folded neatly on a chair in the breakfast room. The two of them visit the hotel’s concierge, where Jeanne signs the “Consent for Execution” form. Phillip signs as executioner, and the concierge countersigns as a witness. Phillip ties Jeanne’s hands, and the two of them go out to the public gallows.
They have chosen an early morning execution, the most popular time, so there is a bit of a wait. But in perhaps 15 minutes, Jeanne is standing on one of five trapdoors with a noose around her neck. Phillip fingers her, gently at first, then more insistently as her excitement builds. Just as Jeanne starts to cum Phillip pushes the lever. The trapdoor opens, Jeanne falls six feet or so, nipples erect, then stops with a quiet “crunch” sound, still dripping juices, as the jerk at the end breaks her neck.
An “amicable divorce,” Santamos style.
And this year, the government is experimenting with a new attraction to bring in tourist money: a lottery. Any non-resident can register, specify an execution method, and choose a number between 1 and 100. Each morning a number is drawn at random. If your number comes up, an executioner will show up with your death warrant, lead you to the appropriate execution area, and “take care” of you.
Lottery participants receive a 50% discount on hotel and restaurant prices. Anybody who registers and stays for ten days will receive a substantial chunk of cash. But of course there’s always the possibility that your number will come up...
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Amber was sitting on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair and talking on her cell phone with one of her friends from back home. "Yes, my number came up this morning. I expect somebody will come for me in an hour or so."
Damien heard the distinctive Lottery Commission ringtone. The text read: "Amber, Common Hotel, short drop. Naked." He took a taxi to the Common Hotel, went to the front desk and showed the text to the clerk.
"She's in her room," the desk clerk said.
Damien picked up a house phone, asked for Amber's room, but got a busy signal. He took an elevator up and knocked on her door.
Amber heard the knock on the door. "Hey Jess, give me a minute, someone's knocking." She put her brush down and covered the receiver. "Yes, hello, who is it?" she called out
"Your executioner, Ma'am."
Her heart jumped when she heard those two words. Her eyes darted to the wall clock then back to the door. She uncovered the handset. "Jess, I've got to go... He's here. Love you, girl, I...it's time."
"You'll be in my thoughts, Amber. But I'm not worried. I know you'll put on a great show. You go, girl!"
"Yeah. I will. I'm just not sure I want to."
"Tch." Jessie clicked her tongue. "No choice now. You go out there and show them how it's done."
Amber allowed herself a tiny smile. "I sure will." She hung up the phone and walked to the door, opened it a crack and looked Damien over. "Would you please come in?"
Damien looked her over in turn and liked what he saw. He smiled. "Thank you, Ma'am."
Amber walked over to the room's window and looked out, then back over at Damien. "I... I haven't been called ma'am in years... Not since I was claimed as master's slave. It feels weird hearing that..." She paused for a moment. "What's your name?"
"Damien. Just because I have to hang somebody is no reason not to be polite — as long as you are polite."
"Oh. It just feels weird. I'm really nervous, I never expected to hang... Master's hung me before but... We had talked about a guillotine and I... I'm sorry I'm just really scared. He told me just this morning."
"That's right, Ma'am. Your number was drawn in the lottery. Were you not aware that your Master had entered you?"
"I knew, I was at his feet when he did it... I just didn't know it was going to be a hanging. He said that he had someone that would do a good job though." She peered out the window again in thoughtful resignation. "What do we... what do we do now?"
"The application specified a short drop. That means you'll be kicking for a while. Naked. On the public gallows. There'll be an audience cheering you on and commenting on your dancing form."
Amber's cheeks started to turn red . "Master wanted an audience... He liked humiliating me. He told me it was my place to give a show. He hired someone with a video camera... They'll be there."
"Good. Your whole show will go out to the Internet."
Amber said, "Naked... well..." She brushed the loose fitting satin shoulder strap off. The dress she was wearing draped loosely over her body in attractive folds hiding just enough of her form and what she is wearing underneath to not give anything away.
"One other thing," Damien said, then hesitated.
"Yes?"
"I usually give slaves a sendoff fuck of some sort."
"That's up to you Sir..." She let the dress fall from her body into a puddle at her feet, revealing a tight black leather corset, black bra, no panties, and black hose hooked to the corset. She undid her bra releasing her breasts. She started to tremble in nervous anticipation.
"Your Master says you're to be humiliated, so I'm going to fuck you on the gallows platform for everybody to see."
"If you think that's best. It isn't my place to choose where, Sir."
"So, what do you find particularly humiliating?"
"Up the ass, Sir. Master trained me to like that more than my pussy, but the idea of being fucked there in public, in front of an audience..." Amber turned pink all over.
"That embarrasses you, does it? Good. Hmmm..." He walked over and started fondling her tits. She looked down and watched him, nervously putting her hands behind her back and watching her puffy nipples pebble up. Soon she was breathing heavily.
Damien went on to kiss her nipples, flicking them with his tongue. Amber stood with her legs parted, as she'd been trained to do. "That feels really good," she said in an alluring tone. Damien took the invitation and spent a few minutes fingering her pussy.
Amber felt his palm rubbing her clit while his fingers probed inside of her. She let out an uncontrolled moan, looking down between her tits. Then she raised her eyes to look at his belt. "May I Sir? May I get you rea-" Damien sped up a little, and she suddenly took a deep breath. He watched her tits rise and fall.
"Oh, you can do that on the gallows. Now that you're nicely overstimulated..." He took her arm in a come-along and led her out of the room. That brought her down as she remembered the reason he was here. She kept her eyes down as he led her to the elevator, but she couldn't help noticing that people were watching her being led away, naked. She realized that they knew she was about to meet her fate.
Damien brought Amber to the concierge desk, and presented the lottery paperwork.
"Ah," said the concierge, "I take it that Miss Amber will be checking out."
Amber nodded, looking down, avoiding eye contact with the concierge or even looking directly at him. "What do I need to do?" she muttered.
"Just come with me," Damien said. He signed the lottery papers, then the concierge countersigned and stamped them. Damien took Amber's hands and led her out the front doors, onto a gravel trail, up a slight hill. Amber finally summoned the courage to look around, and saw a lot of other people headed in the same direction, mostly couples with one naked. Some couples and larger groups were headed in a different direction. She realized that the naked ones faced the same fate as she did, and wondered where the other groups were going.
Amber walked silently up the path, lost in thought. Her high heels were a poor match for the gravel patch, and she nearly lost her footing. Fear... She was so afraid. She'd had years of training for this moment; there'd been times when she was in the noose and her juices flowed down her legs, leaving trails of little drops. So her body's reaction was the complete opposite of her feelings. She noticed the wetness between her thighs and blushed again. At least her executioner was leading her and couldn't see this particular humiliation: a small blessing, but I'll take what I can get. Some of the other people on the trail seemed to be looking at her. They took note of her blushing and her obvious arousal, and smiled slightly, then they turned their attention back to each other.
Damien led Amber to the steps of the gallows. They had to wait there for a few minutes: all five trapdoors were in use.
Amber waited in line with her captor and watched the space under the gallows. She heard the thwack of a trap door dropping, and saw a naked woman fall through a trapdoor and come to a sudden halt. Her heart raced. and she shut her eyes. She took a breath in, opened her eyes, and saw the woman's feet. Her eyes went up the naked body to the deformed neck. Oh my god! she thought. The body was swaying slightly from side to side, and a few drops of white goo trickled from one corner of its mouth.
"Depending on how you look at it, she's one of the lucky ones," Damien said, "She got a long drop and instant death. Or maybe not so lucky... some bottoms would feel deprived of their right to that last dance."
"She's dead... What's going to happen to her now?" Amber was visibly trembling in... anticipation? fear? But she didn't have to stand there long. As she watched, a naked male body was cut down and a trap reset. The attendant motioned them forward, and Damien led Amber up the steps. They had to wait again at the top. Four couples were busy. A naked man was standing with a noose around his neck and a woman kneeling in front of him, sucking him. On another trapdoor, a woman stood noosed, her legs around a man's waist and him deep inside her.
Amber looked, not sure if this new view was any better. "Sir... What's going to happen to me... after?" she said, her voice barely audible.
"That depends on your Master's choice. If he didn't specify anything, they'll cremate your body and scatter your ashes down by the tidal stakes."
Amber looked even more frightened. "I don't know if he specified anything... Oh god I don't want to be burned up." She looked down again and started to cry.
"I'll ask your master if he'll pay for a burial. Dumping your body in a big hole with several other corpses from that day isn't too expensive."
Amber was sobbing, her mascara streaking down her cheeks below her lashes. She watched another trap door fall and tried to huddle close to her executioner in a bizarre search for comfort.
"You may start getting me ready," Damien said.
Amber turned to face him and went to her knees, one leg at a time. She looked intently at her executioner's bulge, and rubbed it with her hands, feeling his shaft get harder and harder. She focused on his belt buckle as she started undoing it and unzipping his pants. "Wow." She pulled out his long cock and looked at it worshipfully.
Damien grabbed her hair, hard, pulling at it. Even though this was her favorite activity, she opened her mouth in an automatic protest, and he pulled her onto his erect cock and started moving her up and down the shaft. Amber loved having her mouth forcefully fucked like this. Her mind focused on all of the times this happened to her before a hanging. She held onto that thought. Her hands made their way up to his pants again and she pulled them down a little as he fucked her mouth hard. She began lightly scratching his ballsac making his cock even harder. He continued fucking her mouth for a while, but soon felt himself getting close, and pulled her off again.
"So..." he said, in a dangerous voice, "You thought you deserved to swallow my cum, did you?"
Amber looked up at him in shocked horror. "N-No sir. I would never..I..." she stammered "I just wanted to please you!" Just then she heard the sound of a trap falling, and automatically looked around. The woman with her legs around her executioner... he was still inside her, but now she was dangling by her neck, and he was holding onto her shoulders. She was struggling desperately. The pain must be incredible. Amber shuddered: that noose would be tighter than anything she'd ever experienced with Master... She really hoped that Damien wouldn't do that to her. Except that... some part of her subconscious hoped that he would do that.
Amber stood up and wondered how long before her turn. In an effort to distract herself, she turned her head to look over her left shoulder. A view of incomprehensible beauty. From this height, she could see the ocean half a mile away. The sun was nearly setting; the waves rushing toward the beach were a bright crimson. She heard another trapdoor open, but barely noticed it. She could accept now that she would die at the end of a rope in just a few minutes, and her breathing slowed to near normal. The tears still ran down her cheeks in little rivulets but at least its beautiful she thought. She looked back to the platform to see how many were left before her turn.
Damien pointed to the woman being fucked while she hanged. "There's your fate," he told Amber, "but... up the ass."
The attendants cut down the woman who'd taken the long drop, and closed the trapdoor. The emcee gestured them forward.
Amber looked at her executioner, and composed herself as well as she could. He led her to the trapdoor and positioned her feet at the center. "Hands between your legs," he ordered. She didn't quite understand, but she put her hands between her legs as ordered. Damien tied her hands together, then wound the rope around her waist. When he was done, she could move her hands a couple of inches, but no farther. Just far enough, in fact, to reach her pussy.
Amber suddenly understood and felt thankful. "May I touch myself or..."
"You may." He pulled the noose open and held it in front of her face. Her eyes went wide seeing the noose so close, but she bowed her head to let him noose her. To distract herself, she started lightly rubbing her clit with the tips of her fingers, the fake nails on her hand pulling back the hood.
Amber her eyes go wide seeing the noose so close, but she bowed her head to accept the noose, and started lightly rubbing her clit with the tips of her fingers, feeling the fake nails on her hand pulling back her hood. Damien slipped the noose over her head and pulled it snug with the knot under her left ear. Her training kicked in and she automatically started taking deep breaths, maximizing the time she could last in the noose.
Damien stepped behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Amber leaned forward a little to position herself better. She slid three fingers into her cunt. She felt him spread something cold on her asshole, then something pressing against it. She moved slightly to get her asshole lined up with his cock and make it easy for him to fuck her. He pushed into her.
"Oh! You're tight," he said.
Amber moaned loudly when she felt him penetrate her. Everybody else on the scaffold could hear her moan, followed by the little panting sound she made as he pushed into her. Her fingers felt his cock through the membrane between her cunt and rectum. She loved the feel of it. She started rubbing her clit furiously and undulating her hips. The anticipation of his big dick fucking her made her so excited...
Damien started moving inside her, fucking her deep but slow. Amber rocked her hips back onto him with each thrust. After a couple of minutes, he sped up. "That hot mouth of yours really got me going," he whispered to her.
She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. The rough rope around her tender neck and the cock sliding in and out of her were almost more pleasure than she could take. Her pussy was soaked and she started getting into her execution. The terror she felt so recently was replaced with the excitement of a sex slave's secret fantasy finally coming to completion.
Damien reached up and pulled the noose just a little tighter as he sped up again. Amber felt the slight choking sensation and moaned again. All the watchers could see that Amber was lost inside her own little world: the noose, the scaffold, and the cock fucking her. Everything outside of that little world just wasn't there for her. She was completely absorbed in how horny she was — and knew how sexy she looked. The combination of Damien's cock inside her, her tied hands, and the choking sensation of the noose had her screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm built and crested. Her juices ran over her hungry hands and down her inner thighs. Her asshole clamped down hard on Damien's cock, putting him over the edge. He gave several thrusts, fast, hard and deep, then burst, screaming and holding her tight as he spurted hot semen into her again and again.. She felt the seed shooting deep inside her and looked up hungrily at the rope.
Amber started to come back down to earth again, enjoying the last few moments of after-sex pleasure that she would ever know, the contented feeling of his warm, hard cock still in her.
"Get ready," he whispered. Amber felt him pull out of her, so slowly. The fear was gone. She was still shaking, but it was nervous anticipation now. He pushed the lever. She heard the click and felt the floor give way under her. She dropped about two feet and the noose jerked her head to one side and pulled tight around her neck. She couldn't breathe, not even a trickle. Oh, god! she thought. Then all thought fled and she was aware only of her struggles. Her legs jerked about spasmodically in search of the ground. Finally, she got her mind wrapped around her situation. Her hands found her pussy again, fingering and rubbing frantically, while her feet started her dance. Her bulging eyes looked out over the crowd gathered around, watching. Not fear, not yet. She hadn't been hanging long enough for real fear. In her mind, it was just her Master hanging her again, and he'll let her down. But it's not him.. it's...
A voice in the crowd yelled, "C'mon girl, kick like you mean it."
Suddenly, Amber's thighs pressed together as another orgasm took her. She would have screamed if she could... but she couldn't. She came for what seemed like the longest orgasm of her life. Her hands left her pussy. They'd done their part. Now it was just waiting for it all to end. Her feet searched for support, and she knew her ordeal was far from over. How long will it last?, she thought. Her thoughts drifted away... to her Master... to her executioner standing behind her... to the cock that was in her only minutes ago... such pleasure... and soon it would end...
Amber's struggles had turned her around to face her executioner. A last couple of spurts from his cock coated her tits, she could see the white globules out of the corner of her right eye.
Dangling at the end of the rope, Amber heard another voice. "Die, bitch!" It sounded like a whisper at the far end of a hall, but gradually built to an echo in her mind. There was a scream the sound of another trapdoor opening. Another woman began her final struggles. Amber's vision began to fade, the stars in her eyes being gradually replaced with darkness. "I am Damien's snuff slut," she realized.
A different voice, this one female, shouted, "That's the way to go. Yeah, dance until you can't dance any more. Way to go, girl!!"
Amber's legs suddenly straightened as the muscles spasmed. Then her body relaxed, and she hung limp on the rope.
Damien stood there panting, watching his Amber go limp on the rope. Yes, that was a good hanging. Her master did well to send her here. What an accomplished noose-dancer!
Amber's body swayed silently in the air. But the crowd wasn't watching her any more. They were looking at the dancing woman two spots over.
Damien zipped up his pants, still breathing hard. He turned away slowly and walked down the steps. As soon as he was far enough away to not disturb the show behind him, he got out his cell phone. He called Amber's master about disposing of her body.
"It'll cost how much to have her put in a mass grave?"
Damien told him.
"Sure, go ahead. She was a good slave. The snuff-slut deserves that much."
1 Santamos Island and the execution lottery were created by user Arachnid at www.dolcettish.com He has kindly given permission for others to use his world as long as we stay true to the conception he outlined.
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