Zephirantes
Governor
The original "Electrocution Panties" was written by an un-named author and inserted into a collection called "More Jolts".
(I think the author was DaZer as it shares some similarity with another story called "Therapy Sample").
Anyway, the original story was intriguing but almost devoid of dialogues.
I love dialogues instead, so I created this version.
Hope you enjoy it.
In the bustling town square, the air was thick with anticipation and a macabre sense of excitement. Elara, a young woman with an innocent face and a body that belied her age, stood at the center of it all. The crowd around her was a mix of eager onlookers, some with a morbid curiosity and others with a darker, more lascivious interest.
The platform on which Elara was led was stark and unadorned, save for a sinister-looking brass pole and a pair of ominous, black rubber panties, gleaming under the harsh sunlight. The executioner, a large man with a grim expression, towered over her. His assistant, a sly-looking woman with a twisted smile, carried the tools of their grim trade with a disturbing sense of pride.
"So, this is it, huh? My final act?" Elara's voice was a mix of fear and defiance as she surveyed the crowd, her eyes lingering on the faces that looked back at her with a mix of pity and excitement.
"Afraid so, sweetheart. But don't worry, we'll make sure you go out with a bang. Or should I say, a buzz?" The assistant's voice was chillingly cheerful, her words echoing off the stone buildings surrounding the square.
A young man in the crowd, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination, whispered to his friend, "I've never seen a pussy electrocution before! Do you think she'll really fry?"
His friend, an older man with a leering grin, replied, "Oh, they say it's quite the show. The sparkles are supposed to be... electrifying."
Elara, led onto the platform, felt the eyes of the crowd burning into her. Her nakedness was total, her body shaven and vulnerable under the sun. The executioner's assistant approached her, holding the black rubber panties with an almost reverent care.
"Well, at least the shaving was free, right?" Elara tried to joke, her voice trembling slightly.
"Consider it our special service, miss. A smooth exit, you could say." The assistant grinned, her eyes flickering with a sadistic glee. "And a smooth entrance for the current. It's all about conductivity, after all. It will burn your most precious flower!"
The crowd erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps. Elara, forcing a smile, quipped, "If I'm going out, might as well be in style."
As she was positioned onto the platform, her legs were spread wide, leaving her most intimate parts exposed. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, some expressing their awe at the sight.
"Look at that pussy... It's like it's on display just for us." A woman in the front row whispered to her companion, her eyes fixated on Elara.
"Best seat in the house, I'd say." Her companion, a man with a hungry look in his eyes, licked his lips.
The executioner stepped forward, the black rubber panties in his hand. "These are no ordinary panties, Elara. They're your one-way ticket to Hell. They will fry your delicate vagina."
Elara, her eyes defiant yet fearful, replied, "Well, I always did want to go out in style. Beats the electric chair, I guess."
The panties were fitted onto her, stretching tightly across her body, sinking into her skin. Elara winced slightly, the rubber biting into her flesh.
"Tight fit... I guess there's no escaping this, is there?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"They need to be snug, love. All your genitals have to sizzle and fry to properly electrocute your from your pussy and kill you! We wouldn't want to miss a spot." The executioner's voice was devoid of emotion, his hands skilled and efficient.
"And what lovely spots they are." The assistant's voice dripped with mock admiration, causing the crowd to chuckle.
From the crowd, a voice called out, "I bet she's getting a thrill out of this. Look at her nipples, standing at attention! They're so activated and... erect!"
Another joined in, "Yeah, just like her clit! The ultimate mix of pain and pleasure, my friend. There's nothing like it."
Elara, instructed to grasp the brass pole, complied with a trembling hand. "Always wanted to pole dance. Guess this is my debut and finale all in one."
The crowd erupted into laughter, some clapping and cheering her on. The executioner moved to the control panel, his hand hovering over the switch that would seal Elara's fate.
"Ready, miss? It's time to light up your life... and end it." The executioner's voice was a low growl, resounding with an ominous finality that sent shivers through the crowd.
Elara, her heart racing, managed a shaky nod. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and a bizarre sense of anticipation, scanned the faces in the crowd. The executioner's finger hovered over the switch, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Let's make this a shocking spectacle, shall we?" The assistant's voice was tinged with excitement, her eyes gleaming with a morbid fascination.
With a flick of his wrist, the executioner unleashed the current. Elara's body convulsed violently, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as electricity surged through her, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
"OOHhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sound was a raw mix of pain and ecstasy, echoing across the square.
In the crowd, a young woman clutched her partner's arm, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, did you see that? Her pussy... it's like it's alive!"
Her partner, equally captivated, replied, "It's... it's incredible. Look at how her clit is swelling. It's like it's trying to escape the current."
Electricity danced across Elara's skin, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a torturous rhythm. The rubber panties seemed to fuse with her flesh, becoming an integral part of her final, electrifying display.
"She's like a beautiful, tortured flower, petals stretched and torn by the storm of electricity." A man in the crowd remarked, his eyes fixated on Elara.
"A flower being inseminated with electricity... It's a gruesome kind of fertilization," his companion added, her voice laced with a twisted amusement.
"I would have gladly spurted my cum in her slutty pussy, but hey, even watching it take the electric juice is great!" Another onlooker chimed in, his voice a mix of regret and excitement.
As the executioner ramped up the voltage, Elara's moans intensified, her body writhing under the relentless assault. Her grip on the brass pole was iron-tight, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
"I... I can feel it everywhere..." Elara gasped, her voice barely audible over the hum of the current and the murmurs of the crowd.
"That's the point, dear. Every part of you is cooking from the inside out," the assistant called out, her tone cheerfully macabre. "Particularly your slutty twat, my dear. Enjoy your sex frying!"
"Her nipples... they're like little beacons, shining in the midst of this storm," a woman in the crowd observed, her gaze locked on Elara's trembling form.
"And her flesh... it's like it's frying, sizzling under the merciless current."
Elara's eyes, filled with a mix of pain, terror, and a bizarre ecstasy, darted across the faces of the onlookers, each one a stark reminder of her public demise. Her body was a canvas of agony and ecstasy, a spectacle of human suffering and perverse pleasure.
"Do you think it hurts?" a young girl in the crowd asked, her innocence stark against the backdrop of the execution.
"Oh, sweetie, more than you can imagine. But there's beauty in the pain, a kind of twisted artistry," her mother replied, her tone a strange mix of comfort and harsh truth.
The relentless flow of electricity began to take its toll on Elara. Her moans turned to whimpers, her body weakening under the continuous electrical onslaught.
"It's like she's dying a thousand deaths, each one more excruciating than the last," a woman in the crowd murmured, her expression a mix of awe and sorrow.
"But in each death, there's a burst of life, a flash of pure, raw energy. It's... it's mesmerizing."
Elara's hold on the pole slackened, her body beginning to droop under the overwhelming sensations. The executioner watched, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Looks like this is the end, folks. Our beautiful flower has been fully cooked, her petals charred by our very own electrical storm," he announced, his voice booming across the square.
The crowd fell silent, collectively holding their breath as they witnessed the final moments of Elara's life. The assistant approached the limp figure, her expression one of perverse satisfaction.
"You were magnificent, Elara. A true spectacle," she whispered, her words a private eulogy for the fading life before her.
---
"What? She still breathes?" The executioner's voice reverberated through the sterile walls of the preparation room, a mix of disbelief and frustration etching his weathered face.
"Impossible, we gave her pussy all that we had!" His assistant, equally astounded, double-checked the equipment, as if it could explain this unexpected anomaly.
"And still... oh god, poor gal... she has to be fried again in her pussy!" The assistant's voice was a peculiar mix of pity and a morbid fascination with the situation.
"Well, maybe she will enjoy also the second round..." The guard chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a dark joke.
The executioner, however, wasn't in the mood for humor. "I'm afraid not. It was hell for her the first time... it will be hell the second one too... I'm sorry for her..." His expression softened for a moment, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare glimpse of empathy.
The guard laughed, finding humor in the grim situation. "Don't be: little slutty devils like this morsel here enjoy dwelling in Hell! She may cum she fries!"
In her cell, Elara lay on a cold, hard cot, her body still trembling from the electric ordeal she had barely survived. Memories of her searing agony flooded her mind, each recollection a vivid reminder of the torment that had ravaged her most intimate parts.
"I can't believe I have to go through that hell again," she murmured, her voice a haunting mix of fear and despair. "My pussy... it felt like it was being torn apart."
The guard, his face a mask of indifference, looked at her with a hint of pity. "Orders are orders, lass. The law's the law."
"But I've already suffered so much... Isn't that enough?" Elara's voice cracked, the tears streaming down her face painting a vivid picture of her anguish.
"Afraid not. You got a lucky break surviving the first time. But luck only stretches so far," the guard’s tone was devoid of comfort.
The next day, Elara was brought before the executioner and her lawyer in a small, bleak room. The air was thick with tension.
"So, it's decided then? More electricity... but different this time?" Elara's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes reflecting the terror of what was to come.
"Yes, Elara. The law dictates that the sentence must be carried out to completion. This time, electrodes will be inserted deep into your pussy, up to your cervix, in your arsehole, and clamped to your tender nipples," her lawyer's voice was clinical, devoid of the emotion that churned in Elara's heart.
"Can't... can't it be done some other way? Please, there has to be another option," Elara pleaded, her eyes searching the room for a hint of mercy.
"I'm afraid this is the most efficient method to ensure the sentence is carried out fully... in your most private parts: vagina, ass, and nipples, I'm afraid..." the executioner interjected, his tone professional yet not unkind.
"Efficient? This is barbaric! I felt like I was being torn apart the first time, and now you want to do it again... but worse!" Elara's voice rose in a crescendo of panic.
"It's the law, Elara. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do. The execution must proceed as planned," her lawyer said, his face a mask of regret.
"But think about it... my pussy, my arsehole... my nipples... all being electrocuted at once. How can anyone endure that?" Elara's eyes were wide with fear, her body shivering uncontrollably.
"You'd be surprised at what the human body can endure, Elara. But don't worry, it's not that you really have to endure it, you have just to submit to this punishment and die while you receive it," the executioner added, trying to offer a grim form of reassurance.
"It's still going to be hell," Elara sobbed, the reality of her fate crashing down upon her.
"Sometimes, hell is just a step on the journey," the guard interjected, his attempt at philosophical comfort falling flat in the heavy air of the room.
Elara's mind raced with terror at the thought of her delicate flesh being subjected to such brutal torture again. But the law was clear, and her fate was sealed. Tomorrow, she would face the electric torment once more, a sentence she could not escape.
---
In the dimly lit interview room, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Elara, the sole survivor of a full vaginal electrocution, sat across from an eager journalist, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, betraying her anxiety. The journalist, a young man with an intense curiosity burning in his eyes, leaned forward, his recorder at the ready.
"Elara, you are the only person to have survived a full vaginal electrocution. Can you tell us what that experience was like?"
Elara's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and recollection. "It was... indescribable. The pain was like nothing I've ever felt before. It was agony, pure and unrelenting."
"And yet, there are rumors that during your execution... you experienced an orgasm. Is that true?" The journalist's voice was cautious but insistent.
Elara took a deep breath, her face a canvas of mixed emotions. "Yes, it's true. As the current surged through my pussy, I... I cummed like a slut. But don't mistake that for pleasure. It was still agony, a twisted mix of pain and unwanted pleasure."
The journalist's eyes widened slightly, but he maintained his professional demeanor. "That's a fascinating contradiction. Pain and pleasure intertwined. Can you elaborate on that?"
Elara shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Imagine the most sensitive part of your body being set on fire, electrocuted, every nerve ending screaming. And amidst that hell, there's a surge of intense, unwanted arousal. It's like being punished and rewarded at the same time. It's humiliating."
"And now, you face the prospect of being electrocuted again. How do you feel about that?"
"I'm terrified. I know what's coming. More pain, more... violation. I'm afraid I might not survive this time."
"Well, the idea is exactly that you shouldn't!" the journalist added somewhat bluntly.
"Yeah... I have to die, I know," Elara's voice trailed off, a note of resignation in her tone.
"Some would say you're getting a second chance at life, even if it's brief," the journalist remarked, searching for a glimmer of optimism.
"A second chance at life? More like a prolonged execution. I'm just the entertainment for a crowd thirsty for blood and spectacle."
"Your story is both horrifying and captivating. Do you have any words for those who will witness your second execution?"
"Yes. Watch closely and remember that beneath the spectacle, there's a human being suffering unimaginable pain. And know that your cheers and gasps are the soundtrack to my agony."
"And of you cumming also?" The journalist's question was direct, almost crude.
"Perhaps..." Elara's response was hesitant, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
"Would you be so kind to let your lips speak? I mean, your... nether lips?" The journalist's request was bold, crossing the line of professionalism.
Elara paused, a sense of absurdity washing over her. "You wanna see my pussy?"
"Yeah, I think a pic of an electrocuted pussy might win me the Pulitzer!" He replied eagerly, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Elara, with a mixture of defiance and resignation, consented. "Well... in that case..."
The journalist inspected her intimately. "Oh, I see. Sure, it is reddened, but seems a perfectly fuckable twat to me. Pink and wet. A lot of guys here would love to stretch your flower and fill it with their spunk, you know..."
Elara managed a weak giggle, a strange sense of gallows humor overtaking her. "Yeah... you think so? Thanks, I guess," she giggled, despite the grimness of her situation.
The journalist nodded, turning off his recorder. "Thank you, Elara, for your bravery in sharing your story. Your experience will certainly leave a lasting impression on all who hear it."
As Elara was led back to her death-row cell, her mind raced with thoughts of the morbid fascination of those who would come to watch her suffer again. A thrill, sparked by the fear and juice that awaited her, coursed through her body. The agony, yes, but also the uniqueness of her end weighed heavily on her mind. Dying with electric fire mercilessly pumped into all her female spots was a hellish fate, but in its own way, a unique exit from this world...
(I think the author was DaZer as it shares some similarity with another story called "Therapy Sample").
Anyway, the original story was intriguing but almost devoid of dialogues.
I love dialogues instead, so I created this version.
Hope you enjoy it.
In the bustling town square, the air was thick with anticipation and a macabre sense of excitement. Elara, a young woman with an innocent face and a body that belied her age, stood at the center of it all. The crowd around her was a mix of eager onlookers, some with a morbid curiosity and others with a darker, more lascivious interest.
The platform on which Elara was led was stark and unadorned, save for a sinister-looking brass pole and a pair of ominous, black rubber panties, gleaming under the harsh sunlight. The executioner, a large man with a grim expression, towered over her. His assistant, a sly-looking woman with a twisted smile, carried the tools of their grim trade with a disturbing sense of pride.
"So, this is it, huh? My final act?" Elara's voice was a mix of fear and defiance as she surveyed the crowd, her eyes lingering on the faces that looked back at her with a mix of pity and excitement.
"Afraid so, sweetheart. But don't worry, we'll make sure you go out with a bang. Or should I say, a buzz?" The assistant's voice was chillingly cheerful, her words echoing off the stone buildings surrounding the square.
A young man in the crowd, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination, whispered to his friend, "I've never seen a pussy electrocution before! Do you think she'll really fry?"
His friend, an older man with a leering grin, replied, "Oh, they say it's quite the show. The sparkles are supposed to be... electrifying."
Elara, led onto the platform, felt the eyes of the crowd burning into her. Her nakedness was total, her body shaven and vulnerable under the sun. The executioner's assistant approached her, holding the black rubber panties with an almost reverent care.
"Well, at least the shaving was free, right?" Elara tried to joke, her voice trembling slightly.
"Consider it our special service, miss. A smooth exit, you could say." The assistant grinned, her eyes flickering with a sadistic glee. "And a smooth entrance for the current. It's all about conductivity, after all. It will burn your most precious flower!"
The crowd erupted into a mix of laughter and gasps. Elara, forcing a smile, quipped, "If I'm going out, might as well be in style."
As she was positioned onto the platform, her legs were spread wide, leaving her most intimate parts exposed. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, some expressing their awe at the sight.
"Look at that pussy... It's like it's on display just for us." A woman in the front row whispered to her companion, her eyes fixated on Elara.
"Best seat in the house, I'd say." Her companion, a man with a hungry look in his eyes, licked his lips.
The executioner stepped forward, the black rubber panties in his hand. "These are no ordinary panties, Elara. They're your one-way ticket to Hell. They will fry your delicate vagina."
Elara, her eyes defiant yet fearful, replied, "Well, I always did want to go out in style. Beats the electric chair, I guess."
The panties were fitted onto her, stretching tightly across her body, sinking into her skin. Elara winced slightly, the rubber biting into her flesh.
"Tight fit... I guess there's no escaping this, is there?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"They need to be snug, love. All your genitals have to sizzle and fry to properly electrocute your from your pussy and kill you! We wouldn't want to miss a spot." The executioner's voice was devoid of emotion, his hands skilled and efficient.
"And what lovely spots they are." The assistant's voice dripped with mock admiration, causing the crowd to chuckle.
From the crowd, a voice called out, "I bet she's getting a thrill out of this. Look at her nipples, standing at attention! They're so activated and... erect!"
Another joined in, "Yeah, just like her clit! The ultimate mix of pain and pleasure, my friend. There's nothing like it."
Elara, instructed to grasp the brass pole, complied with a trembling hand. "Always wanted to pole dance. Guess this is my debut and finale all in one."
The crowd erupted into laughter, some clapping and cheering her on. The executioner moved to the control panel, his hand hovering over the switch that would seal Elara's fate.
"Ready, miss? It's time to light up your life... and end it." The executioner's voice was a low growl, resounding with an ominous finality that sent shivers through the crowd.
Elara, her heart racing, managed a shaky nod. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and a bizarre sense of anticipation, scanned the faces in the crowd. The executioner's finger hovered over the switch, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Let's make this a shocking spectacle, shall we?" The assistant's voice was tinged with excitement, her eyes gleaming with a morbid fascination.
With a flick of his wrist, the executioner unleashed the current. Elara's body convulsed violently, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as electricity surged through her, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
"OOHhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sound was a raw mix of pain and ecstasy, echoing across the square.
In the crowd, a young woman clutched her partner's arm, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, did you see that? Her pussy... it's like it's alive!"
Her partner, equally captivated, replied, "It's... it's incredible. Look at how her clit is swelling. It's like it's trying to escape the current."
Electricity danced across Elara's skin, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a torturous rhythm. The rubber panties seemed to fuse with her flesh, becoming an integral part of her final, electrifying display.
"She's like a beautiful, tortured flower, petals stretched and torn by the storm of electricity." A man in the crowd remarked, his eyes fixated on Elara.
"A flower being inseminated with electricity... It's a gruesome kind of fertilization," his companion added, her voice laced with a twisted amusement.
"I would have gladly spurted my cum in her slutty pussy, but hey, even watching it take the electric juice is great!" Another onlooker chimed in, his voice a mix of regret and excitement.
As the executioner ramped up the voltage, Elara's moans intensified, her body writhing under the relentless assault. Her grip on the brass pole was iron-tight, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
"I... I can feel it everywhere..." Elara gasped, her voice barely audible over the hum of the current and the murmurs of the crowd.
"That's the point, dear. Every part of you is cooking from the inside out," the assistant called out, her tone cheerfully macabre. "Particularly your slutty twat, my dear. Enjoy your sex frying!"
"Her nipples... they're like little beacons, shining in the midst of this storm," a woman in the crowd observed, her gaze locked on Elara's trembling form.
"And her flesh... it's like it's frying, sizzling under the merciless current."
Elara's eyes, filled with a mix of pain, terror, and a bizarre ecstasy, darted across the faces of the onlookers, each one a stark reminder of her public demise. Her body was a canvas of agony and ecstasy, a spectacle of human suffering and perverse pleasure.
"Do you think it hurts?" a young girl in the crowd asked, her innocence stark against the backdrop of the execution.
"Oh, sweetie, more than you can imagine. But there's beauty in the pain, a kind of twisted artistry," her mother replied, her tone a strange mix of comfort and harsh truth.
The relentless flow of electricity began to take its toll on Elara. Her moans turned to whimpers, her body weakening under the continuous electrical onslaught.
"It's like she's dying a thousand deaths, each one more excruciating than the last," a woman in the crowd murmured, her expression a mix of awe and sorrow.
"But in each death, there's a burst of life, a flash of pure, raw energy. It's... it's mesmerizing."
Elara's hold on the pole slackened, her body beginning to droop under the overwhelming sensations. The executioner watched, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Looks like this is the end, folks. Our beautiful flower has been fully cooked, her petals charred by our very own electrical storm," he announced, his voice booming across the square.
The crowd fell silent, collectively holding their breath as they witnessed the final moments of Elara's life. The assistant approached the limp figure, her expression one of perverse satisfaction.
"You were magnificent, Elara. A true spectacle," she whispered, her words a private eulogy for the fading life before her.
---
"What? She still breathes?" The executioner's voice reverberated through the sterile walls of the preparation room, a mix of disbelief and frustration etching his weathered face.
"Impossible, we gave her pussy all that we had!" His assistant, equally astounded, double-checked the equipment, as if it could explain this unexpected anomaly.
"And still... oh god, poor gal... she has to be fried again in her pussy!" The assistant's voice was a peculiar mix of pity and a morbid fascination with the situation.
"Well, maybe she will enjoy also the second round..." The guard chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with a dark joke.
The executioner, however, wasn't in the mood for humor. "I'm afraid not. It was hell for her the first time... it will be hell the second one too... I'm sorry for her..." His expression softened for a moment, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare glimpse of empathy.
The guard laughed, finding humor in the grim situation. "Don't be: little slutty devils like this morsel here enjoy dwelling in Hell! She may cum she fries!"
In her cell, Elara lay on a cold, hard cot, her body still trembling from the electric ordeal she had barely survived. Memories of her searing agony flooded her mind, each recollection a vivid reminder of the torment that had ravaged her most intimate parts.
"I can't believe I have to go through that hell again," she murmured, her voice a haunting mix of fear and despair. "My pussy... it felt like it was being torn apart."
The guard, his face a mask of indifference, looked at her with a hint of pity. "Orders are orders, lass. The law's the law."
"But I've already suffered so much... Isn't that enough?" Elara's voice cracked, the tears streaming down her face painting a vivid picture of her anguish.
"Afraid not. You got a lucky break surviving the first time. But luck only stretches so far," the guard’s tone was devoid of comfort.
The next day, Elara was brought before the executioner and her lawyer in a small, bleak room. The air was thick with tension.
"So, it's decided then? More electricity... but different this time?" Elara's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes reflecting the terror of what was to come.
"Yes, Elara. The law dictates that the sentence must be carried out to completion. This time, electrodes will be inserted deep into your pussy, up to your cervix, in your arsehole, and clamped to your tender nipples," her lawyer's voice was clinical, devoid of the emotion that churned in Elara's heart.
"Can't... can't it be done some other way? Please, there has to be another option," Elara pleaded, her eyes searching the room for a hint of mercy.
"I'm afraid this is the most efficient method to ensure the sentence is carried out fully... in your most private parts: vagina, ass, and nipples, I'm afraid..." the executioner interjected, his tone professional yet not unkind.
"Efficient? This is barbaric! I felt like I was being torn apart the first time, and now you want to do it again... but worse!" Elara's voice rose in a crescendo of panic.
"It's the law, Elara. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do. The execution must proceed as planned," her lawyer said, his face a mask of regret.
"But think about it... my pussy, my arsehole... my nipples... all being electrocuted at once. How can anyone endure that?" Elara's eyes were wide with fear, her body shivering uncontrollably.
"You'd be surprised at what the human body can endure, Elara. But don't worry, it's not that you really have to endure it, you have just to submit to this punishment and die while you receive it," the executioner added, trying to offer a grim form of reassurance.
"It's still going to be hell," Elara sobbed, the reality of her fate crashing down upon her.
"Sometimes, hell is just a step on the journey," the guard interjected, his attempt at philosophical comfort falling flat in the heavy air of the room.
Elara's mind raced with terror at the thought of her delicate flesh being subjected to such brutal torture again. But the law was clear, and her fate was sealed. Tomorrow, she would face the electric torment once more, a sentence she could not escape.
---
In the dimly lit interview room, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Elara, the sole survivor of a full vaginal electrocution, sat across from an eager journalist, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, betraying her anxiety. The journalist, a young man with an intense curiosity burning in his eyes, leaned forward, his recorder at the ready.
"Elara, you are the only person to have survived a full vaginal electrocution. Can you tell us what that experience was like?"
Elara's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and recollection. "It was... indescribable. The pain was like nothing I've ever felt before. It was agony, pure and unrelenting."
"And yet, there are rumors that during your execution... you experienced an orgasm. Is that true?" The journalist's voice was cautious but insistent.
Elara took a deep breath, her face a canvas of mixed emotions. "Yes, it's true. As the current surged through my pussy, I... I cummed like a slut. But don't mistake that for pleasure. It was still agony, a twisted mix of pain and unwanted pleasure."
The journalist's eyes widened slightly, but he maintained his professional demeanor. "That's a fascinating contradiction. Pain and pleasure intertwined. Can you elaborate on that?"
Elara shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Imagine the most sensitive part of your body being set on fire, electrocuted, every nerve ending screaming. And amidst that hell, there's a surge of intense, unwanted arousal. It's like being punished and rewarded at the same time. It's humiliating."
"And now, you face the prospect of being electrocuted again. How do you feel about that?"
"I'm terrified. I know what's coming. More pain, more... violation. I'm afraid I might not survive this time."
"Well, the idea is exactly that you shouldn't!" the journalist added somewhat bluntly.
"Yeah... I have to die, I know," Elara's voice trailed off, a note of resignation in her tone.
"Some would say you're getting a second chance at life, even if it's brief," the journalist remarked, searching for a glimmer of optimism.
"A second chance at life? More like a prolonged execution. I'm just the entertainment for a crowd thirsty for blood and spectacle."
"Your story is both horrifying and captivating. Do you have any words for those who will witness your second execution?"
"Yes. Watch closely and remember that beneath the spectacle, there's a human being suffering unimaginable pain. And know that your cheers and gasps are the soundtrack to my agony."
"And of you cumming also?" The journalist's question was direct, almost crude.
"Perhaps..." Elara's response was hesitant, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
"Would you be so kind to let your lips speak? I mean, your... nether lips?" The journalist's request was bold, crossing the line of professionalism.
Elara paused, a sense of absurdity washing over her. "You wanna see my pussy?"
"Yeah, I think a pic of an electrocuted pussy might win me the Pulitzer!" He replied eagerly, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Elara, with a mixture of defiance and resignation, consented. "Well... in that case..."
The journalist inspected her intimately. "Oh, I see. Sure, it is reddened, but seems a perfectly fuckable twat to me. Pink and wet. A lot of guys here would love to stretch your flower and fill it with their spunk, you know..."
Elara managed a weak giggle, a strange sense of gallows humor overtaking her. "Yeah... you think so? Thanks, I guess," she giggled, despite the grimness of her situation.
The journalist nodded, turning off his recorder. "Thank you, Elara, for your bravery in sharing your story. Your experience will certainly leave a lasting impression on all who hear it."
As Elara was led back to her death-row cell, her mind raced with thoughts of the morbid fascination of those who would come to watch her suffer again. A thrill, sparked by the fear and juice that awaited her, coursed through her body. The agony, yes, but also the uniqueness of her end weighed heavily on her mind. Dying with electric fire mercilessly pumped into all her female spots was a hellish fate, but in its own way, a unique exit from this world...