Execution of Partner

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Under normal circumstances, this statement would be perfectly true. However, there's
one day that absolutely doesn't fit: the day you die. For me, that day has
arrived; I'm about to be executed.

Executions are usually carried out on women, and in this era of scarce penises, no one wants to waste a
single one. But every now and then, there are always events to demonstrate gender equality, and I unfortunately
became the example this time.

I could hear the execution team approaching my cell. The female prisoners on death row were all pressed
against their cell bars, watching. There wasn't much entertainment here; watching someone being taken away to be killed
was one of the few pleasures.

It was a large execution team, including two guards, the warden, the prosecutor, plus a large group of
photographers and reporters—this was big news.

My cell door opened, and I was ordered to walk out. The guards stood beside me to prevent any
misbehavior . Sometimes death row inmates would try to escape or struggle.

I didn't care; these acts of resistance were meaningless. To my own surprise, I
wasn't that afraid.

The lead guard told me to undress.

I knew this was going to happen; I'd seen dozens of
women You just can't look away, not just for the sight of naked bodies, but because
of an irresistible temptation, like a powerful magnet.

I wasn't ashamed to undress in front of so many girls; being a male prostitute was second nature to me.
I unbuttoned my bodysuit, pushed it down, and stepped out of my clothes. I was already semi-erect; if I were younger
, I'd be fully erect, but you know what that means.

One of the photographer girls licked her lips as she pointed her lens at my crotch. The guards moved closer,
handcuffed me behind my back, and began escorting me down the corridor toward the preparation room and execution chamber.

In the preparation room, one wall had a row of showerheads, like in a large public bathhouse. They
unlocked my handcuffs and told me to wash myself.

The water from the nozzles was comfortably warm. As I was washing myself, a woman was brought in,
also naked and handcuffed, seemingly another female prisoner about to be executed.

She was uncuffed and ordered to shower with me. She was older than me, with long, straight
blonde hair, a beautiful face, full breasts, and large areolas.

She was clearly uncomfortable being naked in front of others, trying to turn away
while simultaneously trying to steal glances at me.

"I'm Lori," she said very softly, and I told her my name.

"No talking," the guard interrupted us before we could even begin, but that was
enough , since we were obviously going to die together, and we should know each other's names.

The guards were eagerly preparing some kind of "special" arrangement for my execution, and Lori's presence seemed to
be part of that plan.

We were given towels to dry ourselves.

There were two reclining chairs in the preparation room, resembling operating tables.

I was ordered to lie on one of the chairs, while Lori lay on the other. We were then bound to them,
our legs spread wide by raised supports.

A technician sat in front of me and began shaving my pubic hair.

The work didn't take long; after all, it was my old profession, or rather, my traditional trade, which required
this area to be very clean. But maintaining that cleanliness in death row wasn't easy.

After making it smooth and hairless, she applied some kind of gel to my penis and testicles, forming a
thin film. She clearly enjoyed doing this. I was now fully erect; years of habit had taught
my body that when a woman touched my penis, it meant it had to be used.

The technician placed a penis loop around my penis, wrapping it around the base of my scrotum,
leaving it loose, not tight.

Through her shoulder, I could see another technician working on Lori; her pubic hair was gone
. Our eyes met, and she gave me a forced smile. We were allies now, each other's
only remaining friends.

The technician took out a short, conical metal plug with a long wire attached to the back. She
applied a thick layer of lubricating gel to the plug, making it obvious where it would go.

She smiled slightly, pressed the tip of the plug against my sphincter, and slowly pushed it in.

I was partly looking forward to this step; I was pretty sure I was going to be electrocuted, and this was
standard procedure for electrode placement.

I wasn't new to anal penetration; some of my clients would use dildos on me for this,
it seemed to be a trend for them. One client shared me with her daughter, taking turns
while I penetrated one of them, while the other anally penetrated me from behind—it always gave me extra
arousal.

When the trend subsided, I wasn't really disappointed.

I could see Lori being anally penetrated too, her eyes wide, her breathing rapid; I could tell
it was a completely new and unexpected experience for her. I tried to give her an encouraging smile, and she
absentmindedly returned it.

The plug was fully inserted, and the technician in front of me then placed
the cylinder of a vacuum erection device (cocker upp) onto my penis. She seemed very particular about the number of times she pumped air, biting her lip
and carefully calculating. As the air was removed from the cylinder, my blood flowed into my penis,
making it larger and harder.

This wasn't anything new to me either; I usually didn't use it in one-on-one situations, but
it came in handy when dealing with a group of clients. With the increased pressure from the erection device and the fixation of the penis ring,
they could take turns riding me for hours, and that was often how they did it.

The technician tightened the penis ring until it was just snug, and then she began to untie me.

Lori had already gotten up and was handcuffed again. The guard pulled Lori's upper arms together and tightened another
set of handcuffs above her elbows, causing her back to arch slightly backward, making her breasts stand out.
Her nipples were already hardening.

As I was handcuffed, Lori was gagged with a sophisticated gag—a
soft plastic rod inserted into her mouth, the leather part covering her lips.

I was handcuffed like Lori, and the technicians fitted me with a suitable gag, the rod
leaving a small hole so we could breathe through our mouths. What kind of sounds would we
make prompt them to take this measure to silence us? This thought brought me
my first real sense of fear…

We were taken to the execution theater.

Calling it a theater wouldn't be an exaggeration; we walked onto a significantly raised and brightly lit stage. I could barely
make out the faces of the audience—mostly wealthy women dressed in very expensive clothes. On our
way to the stage, I could hear whispers and comments. Lori blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed, but
her nipples were now hard and full.

I had expected to see a pair of electric chairs or something similar, but instead,
there was a complex-looking stainless steel tube support in the center of the stage. They led me directly to the support while
Lori waited to the side.

I leaned against one part of the support, and the guards began to strap me in. One strap went around my
shoulders, pulled quite tightly, and another went around the top of my hips. Now I was completely bound
to the support, except for my legs.

As if given a signal, a guard lifted my right leg and strapped it behind my back, then
my left leg received the same treatment.

After the guards stepped back, a female technician took over. She immediately began to play with my nipples,
pulling and kneading them for about a minute, then applied some gel to them. She
placed a small metal cup on my right nipple, which immediately adhered tightly; the cup was connected
to a small wire. She then placed another metal cup on my left nipple and tried to pull it slightly,
but it held firmly.

After the technician stepped back, it was time for Lori to be brought forward. She was also positioned on another
part , a few meters away from me.

They began to strap her on, and Lori's legs were also tied behind her back, but this time they were
spread wide apart, completely exposing her naked vulva. Another technician began
working on Lori's nipples, playing with them slightly to make them as hard as possible, and then applying gel. Finally, using some kind of small clip connected to wires, they clamped them tightly

to the hardest points of her nipples . She was ready, and I heard an engine-like sound as the part of the support frame binding Lori rose up and moved towards me. I instantly understood what was about to happen. The movement of the support frame began to slow down, becoming increasingly precise. Lori 's vulva was now directly above the tip of my penis, and she was being slowly lowered, allowing me to slide into her body. Throughout all of this, Lori's eyes never left me. She was breathing heavily, and I hoped she enjoyed my penetration. Her vagina felt amazing, wet and tight. Now the execution was clear: we would form a circuit with our bodies, the current entering through my nipples, passing through my penis into Lori's body, and exiting through her nipples— we would electrocute each other. We formed a "V" position, my penis fully inside her, our faces about a meter apart . Lori's eyes were wide open; she was afraid, terrified, and she understood what was about to happen. Over her shoulder, I could see numbers flashing, a countdown— the remaining time before the execution began. Lori's expression told me she saw the same . Just seconds before the countdown ended, Lori tightly closed her eyes. No! Don't leave me here ! As the number reached zero, Lori seemed to forcefully open her eyes. An electric current began to coursing through me. It hurt, not unbearable, but enough to make me want to endure it for a long time. It was a sharp, stabbing, biting pain, mostly concentrated in my nipples and spreading along my entire penis. I could feel Lori's vagina tightening and gripping me; her eyes were wide open, and I could hear a soft moan escape from her gag. Her breathing became increasingly labored and rapid, her chest heaving as her large breasts swayed. I dared say an orgasm was building within her. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a soft howl . Her vagina gripped my penis even tighter, and her eyes opened again. I could see she was preparing for another orgasm, which happened almost instantly, even more intensely. We were both glistening with sweat. The current was now stronger; my nipples felt like they were on fire, and a powerful biting sensation was emanating from the electrodes in my anus. Lori seemed to be experiencing a continuous series of orgasms. I could feel my orgasm building within me, and I tried to hold it in, fearing that if I ejaculated, the worst-case scenario I envisioned might occur. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; I could feel a gush of semen erupting from my penis like lava. I poured my semen full into Lori's vagina, which facilitated the flow of electricity, allowing more current to pass through our bodies. Lori screamed, even her gag couldn't stop her; she violently shook her head, struggling desperately against her restraints, trying to escape the pain. My penis felt like it was on fire; the current triggered another wave of spasms, causing me to ejaculate again. Semen dripped between us, and our bodies trembled violently under the influence of the current, the sound like a wooden stick rapidly pounding up and down in mud. I had no more semen left, but that didn't stop the contractions of our genitals; each contraction was more intense, even more painful than the last . A bolt of lightning passed through my entire body, entering through my nipple and exiting from my own penis. I was feeling not pain, but myself.

I felt a warm, moist touch on my face. Lori's nipples were spurting hot
liquid , her breasts were bouncing wildly, and her whole body was convulsing to the rhythm of the electric current. Her eyes had rolled back; I
didn't think she was conscious anymore, or even alive.

Steam began to rise from our bodies.

My vision narrowed, and Lori's face was the only thing I could see…

I was standing to the side, and before me I saw two bodies, a man and a woman pressed tightly
together at the waist, their flesh trembling violently as if engaged in some horrifying, comical sexual act.

They seemed lifeless, just two twitching lumps of flesh after death—that was Lori and me.

Lori was standing opposite me, at the other end,
looking at them with a peaceful, serene expression.

She turned and saw me, and smiled. A light seemed to emanate from her,
growing brighter and stronger until finally all I could see were her eyes.

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