Death Chain

The four slender beauties were all dressed in black satin elbow gloves, exquisite, smooth black satin bras, leather suspender high-top fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels. All their outfits were meticulously designed to cater to the audience's tastes and attract their attention.
They form a death chain; their deaths are inevitable, only a matter of time. They will die in extreme horror and agony, their clothes identical, yet their deaths will be different. Each will die in her own place, in a specific manner. Two girls will die quickly and easily. Lisa will be beheaded, a very merciful act for her. Kerri will dance in the air for several minutes. The remaining two will die last, forced to watch their companion suffer before they too perish, so they will not find comfort in their deaths.
Patricia must endure complete piercing and face the excruciating agony of death. Petra carries the fate of four on her shoulders. They will not begin their torment until she fails. But she will inevitably fail; it is only a matter of time. Once she fails, she will begin killing her companions, and she herself will suffer immense torment, slowly being electrocuted.
Each person is a link in the chain of death, beginning with Petra and ending with Kerri. They are magnificent sacrifices, an indispensable part of this snuff machine—what a beautiful part! Petra stood on the table on her tiptoes, with two death switches beneath her heels, an iron rod rising from the floor close to her genitals, and a third death switch at the top of the rod. There was a fourth: a small iron bar across her legs to restrict their movement. This bar was part of a square circuit designed to keep her still. If she moved her legs more than an inch, attempting to disengage her feet or genitals from those death switches, the bar would trigger the square circuit and activate the mechanism. The switches behind her genitals and feet restricted her vertical movement; any attempt to move in any direction would trigger a death switch, and then it would be the end of their lives. Her current position was extremely uncomfortable; she was exhausted and nearing her limit.
When will the execution begin? When Petra can no longer hold on and touches one of the four death switches, the entire device will start operating. The generator is mounted on a small pole shaped like an erect penis, directly facing her genitals. Electrical wires extend from the generator, branching into a "Y" shape.
The instruments were arranged in a U-shape, clipped to the nipples of her black satin bra. The fabric would provide some protection, allowing her to endure the pain a little longer. The circuit started with high voltage and low amperage, gradually increasing the amperage until it forced Petra to scream. But Patricia didn't want to hear her scream, because Petra's teeth were clenched tightly around a crucial steel cable. The other end of the cable was connected to a small weight via a pulley in the ceiling; if it fell, it would directly trigger another death switch on the floor.
Patricia was crawling face down in a place called "jessica3000".
On the machine (a machine specifically designed to pierce girls), her black satin stockings offered little protection as a long iron rod was already inserted into her lubricated vagina. Now the sharp, pointed rod pressed against her cervix, ready to penetrate even deeper. Once Petra's hammer flipped the death switch, the rod would travel through Patricias's lovely body, dark red blood flowing between her labia, and the long iron rod would continue to penetrate.
Finally, it will reach a switch next to Lisa's guillotine. The iron bar pushes the switch; the blade falls, Lisa's head rolls off, rolling to the last death switch, and the floor door beneath Kerris's feet opens. This is the whole process of the death chain, so that each girl will kill the next one; Kerri doesn't have to kill anyone, but she must watch the others die.
The other three knew their lives depended entirely on Petra's strength and courage until she failed; once she flipped the first switch, darkness would descend upon them. Petra's companions cried out, encouraging her, "Hang in there, little one!"
You can do it!
"Our lives are in your hands, Petra!"
Petro was persevering with all her might, knowing she was doomed to fail, but for courage and honor, she would continue. After two hours, her calves ached, and she was drenched in sweat, glistening from head to toe. Her satin bra was soaked through; she knew that moisture would conduct electricity better, but she wished she didn't know that.
Her muscles began to tremble, tears streamed down her face, the steel cable tightened around her teeth, and she longed for release. She was itchy all over, but she couldn't scratch herself. The ground was slippery from sweat, and her toes slipped slightly—oh God! Thank goodness nothing happened.
She was like a sleek, glamorous goddess encased in black lingerie, yet her face was etched with terror. When would she fail? Which switch would she trigger? How long could her teeth hold onto the steel cable? How much time did she have left? How much harm would she suffer?
She hadn't noticed the genital switch at first. Her black fishnet stockings were gently rubbing against it, activating it. Kerri noticed. From her position, she could see the others, lined up in a straight line; she was at the back, standing on the gallows, the noose tightening around her throat and wrists. She heard a click, and she knew what it meant. "Oh, God, Petra!"
She cried. Petra turned and looked at Kerri with a strange expression. Kerri cried, "The switch, Petra! You touched the switch down there!"
Petra's eyes widened in horror; she knew it was real. She felt an electric current flow through her alluring breasts. She whimpered sensually; it wasn't painful yet, but it would soon get worse.
But she clenched her jaw tightly, trying her best to keep the steel cable in her mouth from coming off.
A burning pain gradually erupted in her breasts, making her tremble. Her large, round breasts jerked inside her bra. She closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and her hair stood on end like a corona.
Her sobs gradually turned into a scream with her lips tightly closed.
Petra, a little further away opposite Patricia, heard everything. She lay motionless on her Jessica 3000, unable to move, and could only pray silently, "When it begins, may only God and I be with you."
Suddenly, Petra screamed, the hammer fell, and the second switch was activated.
"Oh, damn it! It's burning me!"
Petra gasped for breath. "It's burning me, God, I can't take it anymore, I... Patricia! Oh God, Patricia, I'm so sorry, I..."
Now Patricia screamed as the thick iron rod was entering her body, and she felt sensations no woman had ever experienced: her uterus was being stretched and torn open, the rod moving inside her, passing through her lubricated intestines. She couldn't move; her body trembled. Her full breasts jiggled within her black bra, and her flat stomach rubbed against the machine.
"It's going to pierce through me."
She gasped for breath. "I can feel it moving. Oh God! It hurts so much! I'm sorry, Lisa, I can't stop it."
"It doesn't matter"
"Relax, let it go, it'll be easier that way. That's our job," Lisa replied. Her voice was surprisingly calm.
She once said, "I'm going to try to get used to it. Someone is paying to watch us suffer, and dying is just a matter of seconds."
Patricia was soaking wet and completely out of control. "Help me, I can't take it anymore!"
She sobbed.
"The iron bar is so big and hard...it's too...oh God, it's here!"
She opened her lips, and saliva mixed with blood flowed out, revealing a sharp iron rod.
Jessica operated with perfect precision; the sharp circular saw blade pierced through her in an instant. The machine easily sliced her open from her clitoris to her sternum, and her soft internal organs flowed like water into the iron trough below.
All she could do now was watch the iron bar slowly move forward, toward Lisa, who was kneeling on the severed head, awaiting the end. Lisa was in almost the same position as when she was straddling Patricia, face down. Lisa closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to be tortured. The iron bar triggered the switch, and the blade fell with a whoosh.
Her body suddenly stood up, and she felt herself begin to spin. She saw a sight she had never seen in the mirror before: her own round breasts, flat stomach, and full buttocks. She saw a beautiful fountain of blood gushing from her severed neck, the shimmering red blood raining down on her headless body, staining her black underwear.
She was falling, rolling, tumbling down a spiral trough, until finally her head stopped on the mechanism of the floor door facing the gallows. Her face was upward, and she saw Lukerri's black pointed heels fall through the open floor door.
Kerri began to feel the tightening of the rope around her throat, but she didn't pay it any mind, overwhelmed by fear. Petra was still alive, but on the verge of death. The air was thick with the smell of burning flesh, and Petra's convulsions indicated that the woman wouldn't live much longer. Kerri, sobbing as she watched Petra die, saw it all so cruelly: Petra's tongue was curled out; her flesh hissed, and a puff of white smoke rose from her nipples. Her life ended, her body went limp, but still twitched slightly.
Patricia was next. It was impossible for her to survive long after being pierced from the genitals to the throat with a six-foot-long, sharp iron rod, especially since her intestines had completely spilled into the iron groove below. She only shuddered slightly, gasped for her last breath, and then died, limp and lifeless.
Now only Kerri remained, hanging there alone, facing her final moments. She was enduring an extremely slow strangulation. Kerri kicked her heels repeatedly, her legs twisting and turning, her abdomen writhing with difficulty, her very sexy, ball-like breasts bouncing within her black bra. The noose had carved a deep indentation into her neck. Her hair swayed around her shoulders. Her face was glowing with pain: her mouth was open, her eyes half-closed.
It got worse and worse, about twenty minutes later. She was making her final struggle before death. She was writhing and convulsing violently, saliva dripping from her chin and splashing onto her hardened nipples, and she had lost control of her bladder, the urine flowing down her black fishnet stockings onto the floor. Her body trembled, then went limp. By this time, none of the four girls were alive.
【over】

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