I found myself getting more and more excited. An execution up on the Entertainment Stage? Who was going to be executed?
There was no time to clean up. I didn’t want to miss the execution. But I couldn’t help thinking about it as I worked to get back into my clothes.
What had happened that was going to result in a death up on that platform out there? Was it going to be some sort of a consensual thing? Or had someone’s sensor popped?
There wasn’t much time for me to process what had just happened to me in the chair. I was certainly more than a little sore. But we had to get going, so I didn’t have time to wonder if there might be any lasting damage.
How close had he come to snuffing me in that chair? He’d sure gotten hard while I was suffering. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but there was something about his excitement that I found to be kind of thrilling.
As he checked us out of the room with his pager, I found myself thinking back to that night in the university pool. We’d been fucking underwater while holding our breath. He sure ended up pushing my limits.
I remember the moment I was almost out of breath. I could tell I was going to cum so unbelievably hard. I actually found myself hoping he would cum inside me while drowning me for his pleasure. It was crazy!
He did cum inside me, and I really came hard. But I didn’t drown. For a very brief moment, I was actually disappointed.
Now, being here with him in the Club, I found myself going back to that night in the university pool. Seeing him eyeing all those execution devices up onstage… and then giving me that look? It was like I was back in that pool again!
When I was sitting in that damn chair, I was sure he was going to snuff me! But I could feel something else welling up within me as well. It was almost as though I wanted him to finish what we’d started all the way back in that university pool.
I finally shook the thoughts out of my head. Someone was about to be executed up on the Entertainment Stage. I didn’t have time for all these crazy ideas floating around in my head.
As I rushed to get back into my clothes, I had a question that bothered me because I couldn’t come up with a satisfactory answer. And it was simply this: did that red glow save Alison?
I had felt myself losing control. Then that red glow suddenly came on up in the ceiling. Was that what stopped me?
Alison never raised a stink about how far I pushed her limits, just like that night back in the pool. Her only comment was that she guessed I hadn’t snuffed her after all. And the way she said it? I honestly couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.
As we hurriedly got dressed, I found myself thinking back to our time in that university pool. We’d gone from kissing to oral to fucking. And each time, we’d done it while being underwater holding our breath.
That last time under? Alison was grunting and bubbling like crazy. And the way her chest was heaving? I knew she couldn’t hold her breath much longer.
But I was so close to cumming. Even though I was out of breath myself, I wanted to finish inside her. For a moment there, I had this incredible urge to drown her while I was fucking her!
I was sure those urges I’d had back then had long since vanished. But being here in the club with Alison seemed to be bringing them all back in a rush. Was that why I’d choked her during sex? Was that why I’d nearly snuffed her in that chair?
Alison didn’t say much as we exited the room. She seemed a little distracted. Was it because I’d nearly finished her off in that damned chair?
We went out into the casino area and headed straight for the Entertainment Stage. Others were already heading in that general direction. Everyone seemed to have the same idea.
I suddenly felt obliged to make conversation, as things felt like they’d become kind of awkward between us again. So I turned and asked, “I wonder who it is. I wonder who they’re about to execute up on the stage.”
“I don’t know,” Alison replied. “I was just thinking the same thing. Will it be a consensual execution? Or will it be because of a popped sensor?”
To me, that was an easy one to answer as I told her, “I’m going with the ‘popped sensor’ theory. I can’t imagine anything being consensual in here.”
“You can’t?” she asked curiously. When I gave her a funny look, she added, “Yeah, I suppose I can’t either. I mean… who would want to allow their partner to snuff them in this place?”
The way she said it gave me pause. That’s when the Entertainment Stage came into view. I forgot about her remark once we found ourselves looking around for a good spot to watch all the action that was going to take place up on the platform.
A pretty good crowd had already gathered. It was a little shameful to observe just how many people were standing around, eager to witness an execution. But who was I to judge? Alison and I were standing there right along with everybody else. And we were just as excited.
There was a stir back near the opening to the casino part of the club. People were moving aside to let someone through. That’s when I saw three guys escorting… HER!
I turned to see who was coming in from the back. That’s when I saw her being escorted by those three guys we’d seen earlier. I couldn’t help gasping in surprise, especially once I saw the red protrusion sticking out of her navel.
Darcy was still wearing that black hood. She was buck-naked, her full breasts heaving as her nipples protruded. It looked like her arms had been crossed and secured behind her back.
She was protesting, of course… “Hey, where are we going? I thought you guys were gonna take this hood off me by now! I still can’t hear or see a damn thing! Hey, guys; enough’s enough, ok? I don’t want to trip and fall! Besides, I think I’ve got a stomach cramp or something!”
A guy was on each arm, helping to steady her as she stumbled along. The third one walked in front of her. He looked like the same man who’d originally picked her out from the line outside.
I don’t know why I hadn’t even considered it might be her. There were other women in the club, so I suppose it could just as easily have been any one of them. The fact it might actually be my cousin had never even entered my mind, even though we’d deliberately tried to pop her sensor earlier.
“It’s your cousin Darcy!” Reggie gasped in shock. You could have knocked him over with a feather. Well, I guess you could have knocked us both over.
We all watched as the guys led her forward. They escorted her toward an attendant who was waiting at the foot of the steps to the stage. That’s when I found myself wondering who had popped her sensor.
I caught a glimpse of Reggie looking at the little group. In fact the whole room was looking in their direction. The air felt heavy with anticipation.
That’s when it hit me. What if it was Reggie’s cum that had popped her sensor? And what if he ended up popping mine before the night was over?? That’s when I felt an erotic shudder something fierce.
What was he thinking? What was going through that head of his? Was he concerned it might have been him who’d tripped Darcy’s sensor? Or was he kind of excited about it?
The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. My cousin was about to die up on the Entertainment stage. It was a little hard for me to process. But there she was.
I tried to feel bad about it, but I couldn’t. Instead, I began to tremble with excitement. Hell, was she even aware of what was going to happen to her??
I was shocked to see it was Alison’s cousin Darcy being escorted to the Entertainment stage. Oddly, the hood was still in place. Her arms were secured behind her back as she was escorted along, stumbling a little while a guy on either side of her hung onto an arm. I think they were the same three guys we’d seen in her room earlier on that monitor.
There were murmurs of excitement all around us. One female voice loudly observed, “Is it true she can’t see or hear a thing? Does she even know where she is?” That elicited a bit of laughter while triggering some conversations among the spectators.
Those three guys talked to the attendant standing at the base of the steps for about a minute or so. I couldn’t quite make out what they were discussing. But I think it had something to do with Darcy’s method of execution.
I glanced over and saw Alison staring at them as well. Concerned if she was upset about her cousin’s impending death, I leaned over and asked, “Are you ok about all this?”
“Nothing I can do about it; right?” she murmured without turning toward me as she watched in utter fascination.
We could all hear Darcy begging them to remove her hood so she could hear and see what was going on. The guys ignored her as they talked to the attendant. She finally nodded at them before stepping aside and motioning grandly at the stage with a smile.
The guys carefully helped Darcy climb the small set of steps onto the platform. She kept protesting, “Hey; where am I? Where are we going? I don’t want to fall! Guys, can you take this thing out of my tummy? It kind of hurts!”
I glanced over at Alison and quietly asked, “Doesn’t she realize her sensor has popped?”
“I don’t know,” her cousin panted in reply. Alison seemed a little flushed and breathless. Was she about to be overcome by all this?
The guys took Darcy over to the gallows. A noose dangled from the beam above. I saw no trap door, much less any other way for Darcy to fall through anything.
To the shock of the entire room – including Alison and myself – one of the guys unzipped his fly and took out his cock. The other two centered Darcy in front of the noose. Then they carefully looped it around her throat.
She must have felt it because she suddenly blurted out, “Hey, what’s going on? Guys, what’s this? What did you put around my neck?”
“She’s in for the surprise of her life,” a nearby female voice observed. Her remark generated some chuckles from those standing around her.
One of the guys pushed a button on the side of the structure. The crossbeam attached to the noose above immediately rose upward as though having been activated by a set of hydraulics. Darcy’s protests were promptly cut off as her feet left the floor.
She rasped for breath, her toes wriggling as she began kicking around with her legs. That’s when she appeared to discover someone standing right in front of her. She wrapped her legs around him to lift herself up until it looked like she had impaled herself upon his dick.
She gawked as she rode him, struggling to lift herself high enough to relieve the strain around her throat. There were excited murmurs all around me as we all watched the spectacle. I was having a hard time processing what I was seeing.
My cock was shamefully hard as I stood there watching them. I had to reach down to adjust it so it wouldn’t strain uncomfortably in my pants at an awkward angle. But once I got it adjusted, my hand stayed on it as I watched in breathless fascination.
I inhaled sharply the moment I saw the guy in front of my cousin give her a flying fuck. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! But I could tell from the crowd around me that I wasn’t the only one.
I should have been horrified at watching them hang Darcy like that. Instead, I was shamefully turned on seeing the way he fucked her while she was strangling in the noose. Her legs were wrapped around him as though she was trying to lift herself up enough to breathe.
I heard gasps and murmurs all around me. I glanced around and saw several women fanning and touching themselves. More than a few guys were sporting erections in their trousers.
I glanced over to notice that Reggie was enthralled. I saw his hand down at the bulge in his crotch. He was all turned on watching my cousin suffer in the noose.
I suppose it should have shamed or embarrassed me the way he was excited about the events taking place up onstage. Instead, it gave me a perverse thrill. For all I knew, it could have been his seed that was responsible for what was happening to her up on that platform.
Darcy was being given a flying fuck! But with that hood on her face, did she even have a clue what was happening to her? I have no idea why I was so damned aroused!
One of the other two guys stepped behind her. I was sure he’d gotten his cock out as well. Then he appeared to thrust up into her from behind.
I couldn’t believe it! Darcy was right in the middle of a flying fuck sandwich. She was hanging while getting fucked up her cunt and ass! That’s when I winced as a small orgasm rippled through me.
I think Darcy was trying to speak or cry out. I saw her mouth open and close. But all she could do was rasp for breath.
Her legs lost her grip on the guy in front of her. For a moment she hung limp, impaled with two cocks. Then she found enough energy to bring her legs up and wrap them back around the guy in front of her.
I could tell she was trying to lift herself up to ease the strain around her throat. But she wasn’t getting anywhere. Then her legs fell until she hung limp again.
The guy in front pulled out of her. I saw cum leak out of her freshly fucked hole. She kicked a little as she rode the cock of the guy up her butt. But it looked like she was running out of energy.
The third guy stepped up in front of her with his cock out. That’s when he impaled her. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but she didn’t seem to have the strength.
To assist her, he grabbed her legs around the knees, lifting them upward as he fucked her. Darcy rasped less and less. Then I saw her tongue protrude out of her mouth.
The guy behind her pulled out. Then that first guy who’d fucked her pussy stepped up to fuck her ass from behind. Alison’s cousin hardly reacted to being speared from behind again.
The two guys must have fucked her for a good five or ten minutes. By now, there was hardly any reaction coming out of Darcy. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was still with us.
I glanced over at Alison. She was intently watching what was happening to her cousin. She seemed to be having breathing problems, and looked to be a little mesmerized.
I looked back to Darcy, watching as they fucked her nude, dangling body. It was incredibly arousing. That’s when I imagined I was doing that to Alison. And that’s when my cock really stiffened in my pants.
That guy who’d picked Darcy up from the line outside was now fucking my cousin’s ass. By now, she was hardly struggling. Gawd; was she even alive anymore?
I glanced over at Reggie. He seemed fascinated by what was happening up on that stage. In fact, the whole damn audience was watching intently.
I heard murmurs of excitement and enthusiasm all around me. There were no remarks of sympathy for my cousin. But she was certainly entertaining the crowd.
One of the guys up there said something that I couldn’t quite make out. Then the guy who was not involved with fucking Darcy reached up and began pulling on her hood. He had to work at it while his friends had her in a flying fuck sandwich. But he finally managed to get the hood off.
There were a lot of gasps in the audience. Darcy’s eyes had rolled up into the top of her head. Drool spilled off her protruding tongue onto her bare chest.
The guy in front pulled out. I was sure I saw cum drip out of her well-fucked pussy. Then the guy in back pulled out.
Darcy’s naked body went into little spasms as she gently swung back and forth. There were sporadic muscle twitches. Other than that, I couldn’t make out any other signs of life. All I could do was stand there numb with shock and arousal.
The audience suddenly broke out in wild applause. The guys all zipped up and smiled at the crowd. Then they came down off the stage to shameful cheers. The attendant greeted them one by one with a warm smile, thanking each one for his participation.
I was grateful for the noise, because that’s when I experienced another orgasm. I didn’t want it to be obvious to everyone around me. Besides, I was more than a little ashamed at cumming to my cousin’s death.
The crowd started milling about. Some went up to congratulate the guys who’d come down off the stage. Darcy just hung limp and lifeless, the hood finally having been removed from her head. But it didn’t matter as she could neither see or hear anymore.
I was embarrassed when I came in my pants. But nobody seemed to notice. There were other guys sporting erections, and I was sure I’d seen a couple of wet spots.
I finally looked over at Alison. She looked a little lost about something. Maybe she was deep in thought.
I leaned close before asking, “You ok? You want to get out of here?”
She suddenly looked at me as though having forgotten I was still standing there. Then she shook her head. “I could use a drink,” she finally panted.
She looked like she needed a little guidance. So I grabbed her by the arm. Then I helped escort her off toward the lounge.
We went in and took up an empty booth. It was a good thing we got there when we did as others were also wandering in. The attendants quickly became busy serving drinks.
Alison finally seemed to snap out of it after getting something down her throat. “You ok?” I asked again. She just nodded.
Awkwardly, I went on… “That sure was a hell of an execution; wasn’t it?”
She nodded again. Then she finished her drink. I also finished mine, causing a passing attendant to swing by and pick up our glasses before returning with fresh ones.
The drinks helped. Alison seemed to be doing better. Then I asked her if she’d seen enough and if she wanted to leave.
I looked at Reggie for a moment, blinking at his words. Was that an offer to get me out of here before my sensor popped as well?
I froze with indecision. Then I shook my head no. I don’t know why, but for some reason I wasn’t ready to depart just yet.
“You mean you want to stick around?” he asked incredulously.
I thought about it for a moment or two before I told him, “I’m not quite ready to go. Could we stay a few minutes longer?”
“Sure thing,” he replied considerately. “We’ll stay as long as you like. Take all the time you need.”
“Thanks,” I told him. But inwardly my mind was asking, What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Are you trying to get yourself killed??
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