{"id":14975,"date":"2019-04-18T00:13:29","date_gmt":"2019-04-18T06:13:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=14975"},"modified":"2024-08-12T18:09:52","modified_gmt":"2024-08-13T00:09:52","slug":"executing-dorothy-on-santamos-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=14975","title":{"rendered":"Executing Dorothy on Santamos Island"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/em>An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. \u00a0In 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.<\/em> (Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)<\/em><\/p>\n

Executing Dorothy\u00a0on Santamos Island<\/h2>\n

I head up to room 407 and politely knock on the door. A rather attractive, curvaceous blonde in a light-colored silk blouse, short leopard print skirt and heels answers the door. She looks like she might be in her mid to upper thirties.<\/p>\n

I wonder for a moment what it was that caused her to partake in the Island lottery. Was it the risk? The reward of surviving several nerve-wracking days of whether or not your number might be called? Or was it something more? No matter; her number has been drawn.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help you?\u201d she asks politely, giving me the once over. She gets this look in her eyes as though she might like to get to know me better. Sadly there\u2019s not much time for that now.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Curtis? Miss Dorothy Curtis?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBloody hell, love; please don\u2019t be so formal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy apologies. You were entered in the Island lottery? You chose number 13?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes suddenly flash excitedly. \u201cDid I win? You mean I won? What did I win??\u201d Her reaction is not what I expect.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure it\u2019s what you\u2019d call a \u2018win\u2019, miss. Since your number has been drawn, you must now be executed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExecuted?? Bloody hell! What kind of lottery did I enter??\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the island of consensual executions, miss. Haven\u2019t you noticed people being taken out to be executed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell of course I have!\u201d she responds indignantly. \u201cI\u2019m ashamed to admit it\u2019s been terribly erotic to witness those executions.\u201d Then I see the shock flash in her eyes as a hand comes up to cover her mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was down in the dining room and I overheard them talking about the lottery, so I signed up. You mean if your number is drawn you must be executed??\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid so, miss. Don\u2019t you remember signing that waiver when you entered the lottery?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, but\u2026 bloody hell!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her knees suddenly come together as her face flushes crimson. \u201cI\u2019ve got to go to the loo right now and\u2026 oh, never mind. Just come inside before somebody sees me like this, ok?\u201d<\/p>\n

I step inside and close the door behind me as she makes a beeline to the bathroom. \u201cSo what happens now?\u201d she calls out through the open door.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me, miss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said \u2018what happens now\u2019?? \u2026to me I mean? What happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell miss. I guess you make arrangements for the \u2018who\u2019 and \u2018how\u2019 of your execution.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe \u2018who\u2019 and \u2018how\u2019? You mean who executes me and how they would do it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBloody hell! Would you stop being so formal? Please call me \u2018Dottie\u2019. You make me feel like\u2026 like I\u2019m going to be executed or something. Oh hell; that\u2019s right. I really AM going to be executed!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s ok, miss\u2026 er, uh\u2026 I mean Dottie. You\u2019ve got time to get your affairs in order.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I don\u2019t know anybody here!\u201d she protests as she emerges from the bathroom in another skirt. \u201cI haven\u2019t had much chance to mingle. I\u2019ve been down to the bar and all. But to pick out an executioner right out of the blue? Bloody hell, love!\u201d<\/p>\n

She looks at me closely and I find myself blushing. She\u2019s quite attractive and I find myself thinking about how she might look while being executed. I\u2019m getting a boner and I instinctively try to cover my crotch. But it\u2019s much too late as she\u2019s already noticed my growing bulge.<\/p>\n

She looks at me and despite the news I\u2019ve given her she actually gets this sly smile. \u201cWhat about you, love? You look like the kind of guy who adores taking women out and executing them.\u201d I blush again, the bulge in my trousers becoming more pronounced.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell miss, uh\u2026 I mean\u2026 yes, Dottie. I\u2019ve executed women before.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looks at me as though seeing me in a whole new light. I swear her breath catches in her throat. Then in a trembling voice she asks, \u201cHow would you execute me, love?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow I don\u2019t know. You see I prefer using the axe. \u201cIt\u2019s relatively quick but I, uh\u2026\u201d I pause, not wanting to tell her the rest.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou what?\u201d she asks curiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou might as well tell me. It seems I don\u2019t have much time for niceties.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell I, uh\u2026 I tend to keep the heads. I like to fix them all up. Then sometimes I, uh\u2026 I like to, well\u2026 I like to use them afterwards.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019m embarrassed as hell. But now she seems even more breathless. \u201cBloody hell, love! You mean you\u2019d take my head off and then use it again for\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Dottie; that\u2019s what I\u2019ve done in the past. But I promise I won\u2019t use your head like that\u2026 well, not if you ask me not to.\u201d I feel I\u2019ve shocked her enough today to at least give her some consideration in the matter.<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I don\u2019t have any choice in the matter now, do I?\u201d she says carefully. \u201c\u2026not if I choose you as my executioner. I take it you can do anything you want with me after it\u2019s all over. Is that right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom a technical standpoint I suppose that is correct.\u201d Now my cock is even harder in my trousers. It\u2019s virtually impossible to hide it from her gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose if it must be done,\u201d she sighs reluctantly. Then she looks right at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat am I supposed to wear to my, uh\u2026 my execution?\u201d She stammers as she struggles to spit the word out.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnything you want, Dottie.\u201d I figure I owe her that much.<\/p>\n

She looks at me and smiles before turning and going over to her dresser. \u201cGive me ten minutes to get ready, ok? Then you can come and get me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow? You mean you want to do this now??\u201d<\/p>\n

This is a bit unusual. After all, I half expected her to try to delay the proceedings for a while. But she responds, \u201cI can\u2019t sit around in my room all day just waiting to be executed, love. I\u2019ll go stark raving mad. So let\u2019s get this thing over with, ok?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you say so, miss\u2026 er, uh\u2026 I mean, if you say so, Dottie. I\u2019ll leave you to it then.\u201d And with that I beat a hasty retreat, my cock straining in my trousers\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

I return ten minutes later and quietly tap on the door. \u201cMiss Curtis? Dottie?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hear a \u201cJust a second\u201d from the other side of the door. Thirty seconds later it opens. Dorothy Curtis stands there in heels and dark sheer nylons, a long beige colored wrap around her shoulders covering her from view.<\/p>\n

She grabs her wrap and slowly opens it, letting it fall off her shoulders. She proudly shows herself to me. Then she asks \u201cIs this presentable for my beheading?\u201d<\/p>\n

My cock hardens in my trousers as I gawk at her tight black corset. Her large breasts are supported by something sheer that fails to disguise how hard her nipples have become. Down below, her garter attaches to a set of sheer nylons, several clasps attaching to each leg. Her panties are also sheer as the decorations down there pull one\u2019s eyes right to her crotch.<\/p>\n

My mouth falls open and my tongue hangs out. It is totally unprofessional of me. But she smiles at me as though appreciative of my reaction.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought this might be appropriate,\u201d she tells me with a sly wink. \u201cI\u2019m ready for my beheading now.\u201d Then she takes my arm so I can escort her down the hall to the elevator.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

We walk up to the hotel concierge where we sign the requisite forms. Then I take her over to the nightclub. Everyone stares at us as we walk up to the bar.<\/p>\n

As another courtesy I buy her a stiff drink. But I choose a club soda for myself. After all, I\u2019ll be wielding an axe within the next few minutes and I want to be accurate with my swing.<\/p>\n

In no time at all every male finds himself staring at her in her very eye-catching outfit. She seems to love the attention. Then she downs her drink in one gulp.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s obvious she\u2019s nervous as hell. Then she loudly proclaims, \u201cI\u2019m ready for my beheading, love! Take me to my execution!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Every eye remains on her as we head for the exit. There are several murmurs as though folks are shocked she\u2019s going to her death so casually. I get the distinct impression if she\u2019s going to die she wants to be saluted by every cock around her.<\/p>\n

We head out the other door to the ocean-view deck out back where the axe and block are waiting. The seriousness of her situation suddenly hits her hard as she catches sight of the objects of her demise. \u201cBloody hell, love!\u201d she gasps, her breath catching in her throat.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m aware of the stampeding of feet behind us as the nightclub empties out in mid-afternoon. It seems that everyone wants to watch me execute Miss Curtis. She seems to enjoy the attention, but I can tell she\u2019s starting to get nervous.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to tie your arms behind your back now, Dottie.\u201d She dutifully turns around, obediently bringing her arms up behind her back. She\u2019s trembling as I tie her wrists together with rope.<\/p>\n

I turn her around to face me. \u201cMiss Dorothy Curtis?\u201d I proclaim loudly for one and all to hear. \u201cYou have entered the Island lottery of your own free will and have signed the requisite forms! Your number \u2013 the number thirteen \u2013 was officially drawn today! Therefore, it is my duty to execute you as per the rules of the lottery! Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looks at me and blinks as though her mind has suddenly gone blank. Then she inhales sharply. A flash of real fear appears in her features as her knees start to buckle.<\/p>\n

I catch her and then help guide her down to kneel in front of the block. She faces several witnesses who have gathered and are standing behind me as others encircle us. I stretch her neck out across the block, carefully forcing her head down.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow don\u2019t move, Dottie,\u201d I tell her authoritatively. \u201cAt this stage of the game you really don\u2019t want me to miss, do you?\u201d Then I reach for the axe.<\/p>\n

My cock is extremely hard within my trousers. But there\u2019s no time to deal with it now. I decide I\u2019m going to need a release after this is all over.<\/p>\n

I get a good grip on the axe and then start to lift it up. \u201cWAIT!\u201d Dottie blurts out anxiously. I can see her body shaking as she starts to hyperventilate.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Curtis?\u201d I ask sternly, about to lecture her for taking the execution this far only to bring it to a halt. Then she quietly gasps, May I have a last request?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is your request, Miss Curtis?\u201d I want to get this over with so I can go back to my room and jerk off. Maybe I could use her head to get me off. Then I decide I shouldn\u2019t do that, at least not in front of all these people. It would be too degrading to her.<\/p>\n

Her request stuns me. \u201cI want to suck your cock,\u201d she says in a quivering voice. \u201cI want a man\u2019s cum on my lips when my head rolls.\u201d<\/p>\n

It seems a solution to my desire for sexual release has just presented itself. I\u2019m not sure I want to have her blow me in front of all these spectators. But I don\u2019t see how I can decline her request.<\/p>\n

\u201cGranted,\u201d I tell her and I carefully put the axe down.<\/p>\n

I step in front of her and unzip my fly to the cheers and catcalls of the spectators all around us. My cock emerges all stiff and throbbing. The tip is already beaded with pre-cum.<\/p>\n

She rises up on her knees, leans forward and then laps up my pre-cum. Then she slowly sucks me into her mouth, moaning softly. She starts to apply suction, her cheeks going concave.<\/p>\n

Obviously she\u2019s done this before. I hear one man\u2019s voice from the gathered witnesses jealously proclaim, \u201cLucky bastard!\u201d My face flushes red with embarrassment.<\/p>\n

I thrust nice and slow in an effort to be both polite and respectful. But the whole damned thing has made me harder than hell. Her sexy attire\u2026 me about to separate her head from her shoulders\u2026 the anticipation of the gyrations her dying body will make\u2026 all of it combines to make me stiff and quivering for a release.<\/p>\n

I find myself grabbing her by the back of her head, losing myself in my eagerness to fuck her face. She does not resist, grunting and moaning as she ravenously sucks harder and faster. Her imminent death and my role as executioner have made us more lustful for each other than I could have possibly imagined. My only regret is there is no time to fuck her pussy before taking her head. Besides, that would be much too embarrassing out here in public.<\/p>\n

My cock swells in her mouth; my explosion is imminent. I thrust hard and deep, gagging her as it reaches the back of her throat. Then she grunts as she gets a taste of my seed.<\/p>\n

Her head suddenly jerks backward out of my hands. My next shot splatters her face. Instinctively I grab my cock, squeezing out my cum all over her cheeks.<\/p>\n

She gasps and moans, her tongue coming out to lick my spunk off the tip of my shaft. Then she looks up at me, her eyes smoldering with lust. It\u2019s almost as though she\u2019s goading me into executing her by her expression. \u201cDon\u2019t you think I deserve to lose my head now over a slutty thing like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Something suddenly overcomes me. I roughly force her head back down upon the block into position. She gasps and whimpers, her chest starting to heave as she hyperventilates.<\/p>\n

I hear her moan softly as I pick up the axe and heft it above her. I hear an audible gasp from the spectators as I gently bring the blade down to judge my strike. I allow it to nick her exposed neck.<\/p>\n

She gasps and whimpers, trembling like mad. I suspect she has just wet herself. I wonder if it\u2019s all she can do to force her head to remain in place.<\/p>\n

I heft the axe upward. Then I bring it down hard. It goes right through her neck, hitting the block with a loud THUNK!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Her head virtually leaps away, bouncing off the deck and then rolling to a stop. The crowd gasps the moment the blade comes down. A few of them jump with a start, and I hear a couple of shrieks. Then they all start to cheer.<\/p>\n

Blood spurts out of her severed neck as her body begins to jerk and spasm. Then it reluctantly topples over onto its side, convulsing in its death throes. That\u2019s when I begin to distinguish some comments from the gathered witnesses\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cGawd; did you see her wee herself right there at the very end?\u201d\u00a0 \u201cI wonder if she was cumming when the blade fell! It sure looked like she was cumming!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cDo you see what she\u2019s wearing? And did you see how hungry she was for the executioner\u2019s cock? Damn\u2026 now I\u2019VE got a boner!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cShe was a cock-tease; that\u2019s for sure! Did you see her come into the nightclub like she wanted every eye on her? She was a prick-teaser and she got what she deserved!!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cDamn! That\u2019s one beheading I ain\u2019t NEVER gonna forget!\u201d<\/p>\n

I reach over, bend down and lift up her head to more applause. Dorothy has this shocked look on her face. Blood trickles out of her mouth and nose as it also drips out of her severed neck.<\/p>\n

Her mouth is open as though she tried to scream at the last moment. Her face is stained with my cum. I get the erotic shivers something fierce as I detect a faint aroma of urine. Her sheer panties are thoroughly soaked.<\/p>\n

I look deeply into her eyes. Can she see me looking at her? It\u2019s almost as though I can hear her voice in my mind, telling me to take her head home and enjoy it. So I decide that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m going to do.<\/p>\n

As I walk away with my prize I hear the cart pulling up to the deck behind me, her coffin waiting inside\u2026<\/p>\n

2012; 2018 (written for Dottie Sep 11 \u201912; ed. Nov 20 \u201918 by riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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