The Trinity Cocktail

DieHappy LLC. has an outreach service that provides sexual suicide services in the comfort of your own home in states that allow assisted suicide. Clients who want to die at home in novel ways, surrounded by family can do so. It caught on like wildfire when it was established earlier this year.

Though not all states allow assisted suicides, many state judiciaries took notice of this new service and pushed legislation through to contract Die Happy staff like myself to carry out death sentences to overcome the legal challenges based on “cruel and unusual punishment” because we include an orgasmic element to our process.

This is the most controversial case I have worked on, and one I’ll never forget ...

Right from the start, the trial, sentencing, and execution of Kylie, Journey, and Paige; who become known as The Trinity Girls; were controversial. For many, they became America’s sweethearts; three lovely high school graduates.

For others they came to symbolize youth out of control.

The crime they committed was to conspire to distribute Ecstasy at the May Day dance at theschool they graduated from. They bought twenty tabs from an older boy the week before that turned out to be tainted, and besides making a number of their schoolmates ill enough to require hospitalization, one of the boys they sold to died.

All being over 18, the girls were tried in adult court. After a hard-fought defense, they all were found guilty of murder. No one contested that the girls sold the Ecstacy; Kylie and Paige confessed to it while Journey remained steadfastly silent; what they argued was for the appropriate sentencing. Because the trial took place in Utah which had done away with all rights to appeal and had the death penalty for murder, people were shocked when The Trinity Girls were sentenced to death.

Public demonstrations took place as news leaked out about the verdict and the sentence handed down. Polls showed both pro and con were equally divided with undecided coming in a negligible third. Many of the demonstrations escalated to violence, and riot police were called in to quell the disturbances as both sides clashed on city streets across the nation.

The trial and sentencing was rushed through in only two weeks, but choosing the method of execution took another month of hearings to decide. It had to follow the misunderstood ‘eye for an eye’ biblical tenet, so administering a fatal toxic substance was a given. But which one?

Experts were called in from all over the country to testify, including the chemists from Die Happy’s labs. In the end it was decided by the same judge who sentenced them to die that because the substance they sold provided physical and psychological pleasure before it became lethal, so should the substance used to execute the girls.

The thankless task of administering the substance fell to Die Happy, and the contract landed on my schedule. The execution document that gave the specifics of how the sentence would be carried out was the most detailed I’d ever read.

Although the girls were tried and convicted in adult court, that same court acknowledged that they were still young, and therefore the girls had to remain clothed during their executions.

That stipulation put a major crimp in my style. Yes I’m an expert in ending lives in orgasmic ways, but most of my techniques involve the snuffee to be nude and me being allowed to sexually stimulate them with the goal of reaching an orgasm at the point of death. That’s what Die Happy is all about.

Another stipulation was that the site of the girl’s execution was to remain secret until after the sentence was carried out to prevent mobs of protesters being present. Ironically, it was an obscure editor’s published opinion that was followed to select the location; the editor stated that because Judge Timberlaine sentenced the girls to die, they should be executed in his presence. The Judge decided the girls would die at his home in Pleasant Grove.

Because I couldn’t provide any direct sexual stimulation, my first stop was to the Die Happy labs to consult with our chemists. I needed a drug combination that was rapidly lethal; toxic enough to kill within 2 or 3 minutes, but also have a sedative effect, and one that was sexually stimulating enough to be just shy of overwhelming. I wanted to live up to Die Happy’s reputation, plus I didn’t want the girls to suffer. In fact I wanted their deaths to give them the total sexual pleasure they would have experienced in our clinic during their last few moments of life. I intended that the girls wouldn’t care they were dying because what they were experiencing was overwhelming sexual bliss.

The chemists had a problem with any form of sedative being included in the cocktail as it would dull the sexual bliss they wanted to provide the girls. Instead, they added a huge dose of oxytocin; the love hormone, along with MDMA (ironic, being that is what the Ecstasy the girls sold is supposed to contain), a high level of synthetic endorphins, and subtle measurements of convulsants and mucus membrane irritants. On top of it all they included a strong toxin that would cascade the potency of the pleasure-causing substances over a 2 minute period. In short, as the head chemist said; “They will die of dehydration and shock caused by intense orgasmic convulsions.”

I’d read the background documentation on all three girls prior to the execution date and discovered that the three girls weren’t the angels that the left-leaning members of the press made them out to be.

Only Kylie was still a virgin but had been busted for being part of an online teen sexcam ring; Journey had openly declared herself bisexual after being caught in a mixed threesome in a school bathroom; and Paige had already been pregnant and had an illegal abortion. And all three girls were recreational drug users.

When I arrived at Judge Timberlaine’s home, chauffeured in an undercover Utah State Patrol car with an undercover escort, I found three young girls waiting in the Judge’s kitchen at the breakfast table. Their three youthful faces made me pause in the doorway; these girls were too young to die against their will. I'd helped girls their age in the clinic, but execution? I took a deep breath and reminded myself that if I didn’t do the deed, it would go to the lowest bidder and the girls may suffer badly during a botched execution job.


Journey wore a short flower print sundress with white sandals and was devouring a large piece of chocolate cake, washing it down with a coke. Paige wore a t-shirt and white shorts and sneakers and was busy working on a fruit salad. Little pale Kylie was dressed in a hoodie, green capris, and purple sneakers with a glass of water sitting in front of her and was hugging her abdomen. That two of the three girls had an appetite on the morning of their execution was a good sign.

After introductions conducted by a female Special Agent named Lee, I was surprised that Judge Timberlaine himself was present out on the patio, holding court with other Special Agents and the Prosecution team.

I asked Agent Lee if I could meet with the girls for a pre-execution conference. Being that the time limit placed on the executions was sundown, I could take my time preparing them emotionally. Court warrants state that a Special Agent has to be present for all aspects of the execution including the meeting I was having, but at least they ensured the Agent was female and Lee was decent enough to hang back behind the girls and not be noticed by them.

Kylie, Journey, and Paige followed me into the living room and we all sat close; the three girls hip to hip on a sofa, and me on a chair I swung around close to face them.

Looking at the girls’ body language told me a lot;

Journey sat with one leg crossed over the other, her fingers interlaced over her knee; I predicted this girl wouldn’t resist the process. She appeared prepared to accept her fate.

Paige sat with good posture, her knees together and her hands on her thighs. She was nervous, but I was confident she would comply if handled gently.

Kylie worried me; she sat with knees pressed tight together, her shoulders curled forward, and both arms still wrapped around her belly. Kylie was terrified and might fight it.

“Hi girls. My name is Kimberly but you can call me Kim, and I’m sad to say that I’m going to be your executioner.” I said softly. I noticed that Kylie grew even paler and Paige shuddered. Only Journey’s expression remained unchanged.

“I work for a company called Die Happy, and this is what I do for a career; I help people die and make sure they feel really good as they do. I’ve helped over two hundred people face and accept death.”

Three sets of eyebrows raised when I told them my kill number.

“You know you’re all being executed today.” I said. "Part of my job is to make death a reality for my clients, whether they’re voluntary or sentenced."

All three girls nodded, Kylie and Paige shifting uncomfortably on the sofa.

“How are you going to do it?” Journey asked.

“It’s going to be drug-induced, but I don’t want you to confuse what we’ll be doing with those old stories about lethal injections. I promise these drugs will make you feel very good right to the end.”

I could see Kylie was shivering, Paige’s hands were trembling, and even Journey was swallowing past a lump in her throat.

“You must be so scared.” I said, watching their faces.

“I’m scared.” Kylie said in a weak voice, while Paige and Journey nodded.

“Okay. I want you to know that once you take the cocktail we have for you, and you let it work inside you, your fear will go away.” I said, “I promise.”

“How long will it take for the drugs to kill us?” Paige asked, her voice strained.

“Two or three minutes. But it will seem a lot longer because you’ll be busy with the feelings that will come up for you.” I said and leaned in to whisper; “Have you all had orgasms?”

Kylie blushed, Paige nodded, and Journey laughed nervously.

“You need to use your voices, girls, so I know what to explain and what you already know. So; do you all have orgasms ... Journey?”

“Yes. During sex with boys and girls and on my own.” Journey answered.

“Paige?”

“Yes. I never had an orgasm with a boy, but I have them on my own.” Paige answered. I tried not to frown at Paige’s answer because I recalled reading that she had disclosed having an unusual orgasmic experience with a boy in the past.

“And Kylie?”

Kylie blushed and looked down. I reached out and laid a gentle hand on her knee.

“It’s okay, honey. The time for feeling shy and embarrassed is over. You three girls have come here today to die together and that makes you sisters in a way. Just tell the truth, no one will make fun of you.”

“I’m not sure.” Kylie answered softly, “When I played with myself online for boys, it felt really good. But I’m not sure if I ever had an orgasm.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me.” I said, giving her knee a squeeze, “You will have an orgasm today, though. If fact, all three of you will have a lot of orgasms, one right after another because of the cocktail. And in the end, you’ll die in the middle of a very long orgasm.”

“We’ll die cumming?” Journey asked, perking up.

“Yes.” I smiled, “We had a whole team of scientists create a special chemical cocktail for each of you that will give you intense sexual feelings and orgasms. You’re not going to die scared, or in pain, or in discomfort. In fact, once it gets deep, you won’t want to stop it even if you could.”

The girls exchanged nervous looks.

“Now girls, I have to warn you; Taking these drugs is going to make you lose control of your bodies.” I explained, “And I don’t want you to be scared or ashamed of it, almost all the people I help at Die Happy lose control as they die and when it’s happening to you, you don’t care. But I’m warning you so if you watch or hear a friend die first you aren’t freaked out if things get messy.

“And that leads me to my next two questions; Who is going first, second and third and do you want to watch each other?”

The girls looked at each other - obviously surprised that anyone would let them choose these things.

“I’ll go first.” said Journey, “And I’d really like it if you guys watched me.”

“You want to go first?” asked Paige, surprised.

“Yeah. It’s going to happen anyways and knowing that is exciting." Journey smiled, “And even more exciting if my besties are watching what this thing is doing to me. Kind of sexy.”

“We’ll watch if it will make it better for you.” Paige told Journey, then looked at Kylie who nodded.

“Good.” I smiled, “Who’s going second?”

Kylie and Paige looked at each other and both shrugged.

“Can we choose after Journey?” Kylie asked, her voice quavering. The poor little thing looked miserable.

“Of course you can.” I assured them, “Now, do you have any questions?”

“You said we’d lose control of our bodies.” Paige asked, “Like how?”

“Your nose will run, you will pee, you might poop, but I guarantee all of you will find it hard not to throw up. Some of the drugs that we use to make you feel intensely good also make you throw up. We just can’t find a way around that, but throwing up will feel amazing while you’re doing it; it will feel like orgasms.” I was honest with them to a degree, “Plus, there will be excretions.”

“What’s that?” Kylie asked.

“It’s when your pussy gets wet.” Journey told her, then looked at me, “Right?”

“Yes. Your pussies will get very wet, and like I said, it also makes your nose run.” I said, “You’ll feel it start within a few seconds of taking the cocktail.”

“How do you know all this?” asked Journey; the bold one.

“Because I tested it myself.” I told her.

“But you’re alive.” Journey challenged.

“Because the dose I took didn’t have the toxins in it that are going to make the effects stronger for you three over about a two minute period.” I answered truthfully but leaving out the part where the toxins kill them, “It really did feel amazing and I passed out during my last orgasm.”

“What was it like?” asked Paige.

“Let me show you.” I said, slipping my iPhone out of my kit bag. I keyed up the video and turned it so they could see. The girls leaned in tight to watch the small screen.

“You’re throwing up.” Kylie observed, hearing my retching and straining grunts on the tiny speaker.

“Yes, but I’m also cumming a lot. Every heave is an orgasm.” I told them as my image writhed and humped on the tiny screen, “It’s like being really drunk; you know how you get when the room is spinning and you don’t care about anything? It’s like that but you’re drunk on sexual feelings.”

The video went about three minutes, the least flattering when it showed my crotch from behind and the milky mucus dripping from my pussy just before I pissed myself.

"I'm definitely going first." Journey murmured with her eyes glued to the screen.

“The cocktail will do that to us?” Paige asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes, but even stronger.” I answered, not reminding them of the toxins that made it stronger. Not telling them the thing that would make them regurgitate their bellies empty, would make them pee forcefully, would make them drip and ooze was the acceleration of all bodily functions that would leave them severely dehydrated, exhausted, and delirious.

“Do we have to take our clothes off?” Kylie asked nervously.

“No, honey.” I reassured her, “In fact you’re not allowed to.”

“Is it a needle?” asked Paige, “I don’t like needles.”

“No, it’s a liquid you swallow that tastes like peppermint.” I explained, “Any more questions?

All three girls shook their heads. They probably had a million questions but were too preoccupied imagining what they were facing.

I put my iPhone away and looked up and caught the eye of Special Agent Lee.

“We’ll need a bathroom.” I instructed her, “Preferably the largest one.”

Lee nodded, “Your central office already made the request. It’s ready for you.”

I looked at the three girls, still seeing nervousness in their fresh clean faces.

“Join hands, girls.” I said, and as they did, I took Kylie’s left and Paige’s right hand so we were all joined in a circle, “I don’t want to do what we have to do today, but I’m with you three until the end and I’ll make sure you’re each taken care of. And I hope you’ll help each other. We’re a team in this and we’ll support each other to get through it. Are we ready?”

Kylie and Paige swallowed past lumps in their throats, but all three nodded.

Agent Lee led us through the house to the master bathroom. As we passed the kitchen I saw the other Special Agents, the Prosecutors, and Judge Timberlaine through the open patio doors sitting around the large table outside drinking coffee and talking in quiet tones. They were present, but obviously wanted to leave the messy work for the help.

In the hallway outside the master suite were Die Happy’s top clean-up crew waiting quietly. When Agent Lee led us inside I saw that the bathroom was quite spacious. A dozen frosty bottles of spring water were on the bathroom counter.

“We set out water for you and the girls.” she said, “I can give you some privacy and observe from outside, but please leave the door open.”

I nodded. Paige sat on the edge of the jet tub and Journey remained standing. As Kylie moved to join Paige I touched her shoulder and turned her to face me - she still had her arms around her stomach.

“You look really uncomfortable, hon.” I observed, “What’s wrong?”

“My stomach hurts.” she said miserably.

“She gonna have the farts.” Journey said with a laugh.

“Journey, don’t tease me today.” Kylie shot back, close to tears. I rested my hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

“It’s okay, Kylie.” I reassured her, “I understand this is upsetting your stomach. Here.”

I dug in my kit bag and shook a couple chewables out of an antacid bottle.

“Chew these. They’ll settle your stomach.” I said, and suppressed a smile when she looked at them skeptically, “They’re just antacids, I wouldn’t trick you.”

Kylie picked them out of my palm and ate them as she went to join Paige.

“Who are those people in the hall?” asked Paige as she scooped a bottle of water, twisting the top and starting to drink. Poor girl had a dry throat.

“They're our clean-up crew. Their job is to clean up after and make sure your bodies and faces are washed, your hair brushed, and you have fresh clothes on, so when you’re delivered to your parents you still look beautiful.” I smiled sadly.

Kylie and Paige still appeared nervous, but Journey seemed almost eager for her last experience. As I opened my kit bag, Journey smiled, and said to the other two; “Excretions.” and all three girls laughed nervously. Kylie burped - the antacids were working - and they laughed nervously at that as well.

I waited until they had settled; I hoped letting them be girls a little bit would make this easier for them.

“Are you ready?” I asked Journey when they quieted.

“Yep.” she said, then to the others; “Wish me luck.”

“Okay, you may want to sit down or lie on the floor.” I suggested.

“No. I’m good.” Journey said.

I pulled the delivery tube with Journey’s name on it out of my kit bag and handed it to her.

“Just put the tube in your mouth and lightly suck on it. There’s about a tablespoon of the cocktail inside under low pressure so when you turn the black valve you’ll feel it pop into your mouth. Then just swallow it and relax as it starts to work.” I explained, “You might want to wash it down with some water. It has a metallic aftertaste.”

Journey lifted the delivery tube to her lips and turned the valve. I heard the little ‘pop’ and Journey swallowed. She set the delivery tube down on the counter, leaned her lower back against the sink facing Kylie and Paige and crossed her ankles. While she waited, I put the used delivery tube into an evidence bag and sealed it, dropping it back in my kit bag.

“How long does it take before it starts working?” Journey asked, “The sexy part.”

“It won't be long for the sexual feelings to start, but you’ll start to feel your first orgasm building in less than a minute.” I said, “While we wait, I want to tell you girls that you’ve been amazing today. You’re all brave and you asked intelligent questions. I’m sad that we met this way, I would have like to have known you under better circumstances.”

“Thank you.” Paige said softly, Kylie forced a tentative smile.

Then we all watched Journey weaving a little and her eyelids started to droop. Her breathing became stronger through her nose. Journey uncrossed her ankles and put both sandaled feet flat on the floor.

“How does it feel?” Kylie asked in a small voice.

“Like I’m getting drunk, or a little high like Kim said.” Journey smiled, “It’s kind of nice.”

We waited as Journey became more unsteady on her feet, weaving more, her head nodding slightly. After a moment she made the gentlest little moaning sound. I could see the hem of her sundress vibrating, her long legs had started to quiver as she turned and looked at herself in the mirror.

“What’s happening, Journey?” Kylie asked, a hint of alarm in her voice.

“My muscles.” Journey said breathlessly, looking a bit nervous as she started losing control of her body, “They’re shaking a little and clenching. But I’m starting to feel really good deep in my belly, and ... between my legs.”

Journey sniffed and rubbed her nose.

The clenching would be the convulsants starting to work, and the good feelings in her belly and sex were the irritants stimulating her mucus membranes. She would be fighting an urge to rub inside her vagina and rectum to stop the itching and tingling, plus her stomach would be starting to tingle and produce mucus just like her nose was.

In the next few seconds Journey’s eyelids drooped more and she gripped the edge of the counter with her hands. Soon she started straining and groaning deep in her chest.

“... oh ...” she gasped, “... you guys are going to love this ...”

Journey was starting to shake now, her arms and legs quivering and jerking as a sheen of sweat broke out on her skin.

“I think you should sit on the floor, Journey.” I said, moving closer to her in case she fell.

“Nope.” Journey grunted, being stubborn, “I got this.”

Then Journey strained hard and her pelvis curled, her mound thrusting forward. She stepped her feet apart and grunted, curling her pelvis as though she was pressing her mound against something. Her belly then calmed and she stood normally for a few seconds, wiping the snot from her upper lip. The she groaned louder, straining as her abdominals grew tight and her pelvis rolled again.

Journey’s orgasms were starting - she started grunting and straining, humping her mound forward every few seconds.

All of us heard spattering and looked down between Journey’s sandaled feet - clots of milky mucus were dripping from her crotch with each slow straining thrust and more of it was slithering down her inner thighs.

“Excretions.” Journey grunted and the other two laughed nervously.

Suddenly Journey’s upper body curled forward tight and I knew she was feeling an impending orgasm.

“... oh god ...” she moaned, leaning on the counter with her elbows. She appeared to be struggling as her chin quivered and her mouth was pulled open by her contracting throat muscles. Drool slipped from her lower lip, clear snot hanging from her nose.

I knew what she was feeling; as the cocktail invades her body deeper, the thrilling excitement in her sex is twisting upward through her core, making her bowels squirm and her stomach quiver. I knew from experience that the sensation is irresistible and the need to regurgitate overpowering to the point she wants to spew everything inside her belly.

“... urlph ...” Journey heaved, lowering her face. She began heaving in time with her pelvic curls. Her movements, though strained, were slow and sensual, and completely sexual. She swallowed hard, then opened her mouth wide.

On the third heave, a thick stream of chocolate cake and coke gurgled up her gullet and past her lips to spatter in the sink, making her quiver, feeling like her entire belly was ejaculating in orgasm.

The cocktail was also speeding up all the processes in her body; her vagina was producing girl-cum at an alarming rate; her bowels were rolling in strong peristalsis, squirming in her belly; her kidneys were throbbing, sending pulsing streams of urine down her ureters into her bladder; her uterus was contracting as her ovaries emptied themselves of eggs; convinced she was pregnant, her breasts were swelling and her nipples puckering and hardening. It made her body feel like it was fully alive for the very first time.

Journey continued to roll her pelvis and regurgitate, straining and grunting with each tight belly orgasm. The milky clots from her vagina continued to spatter on the floor and flow down her inner thighs. The room began to smell of sweat, piss, and the pungent musk from her overstimulated sex.

Throughout this, Journey tried to speak, but her convulsions were strong and stole her breath away. Kylie and Paige watched in awe, Kylie’s mouth hanging open as she watched her friend convulsing in sexual bliss as her gullet pulsed.

Journey grunted once her stomach was finally emptied as she thrust her crotch forward, slamming it against the sink cabinet.

Her legs were shaking badly and getting close to no longer being able to support her. Her knees bent and her feet started sliding in the growing puddle on the tiled floor. To compensate and hold herself upright, she gripped the edge of the sink with her trembling hands, but I knew it was going to be a losing battle and she slipped down onto her knees.

Orgasms continued to throb in her small body. She was sweating profusely, part from her physical exertions, but also from the effects of the cocktail. Her armpits were slimed and reeked of skunky fear-sweat; her body knew she was dying and was reacting through her glands. Even if she was aware of her impending demise, she no longer cared.

Agent Lee stepped into the room momentarily to see what the sounds were. When she realized what was happening to Journey, her eyes widened, but she let the dying girl be and backed out again.

Journey started to double over, her sundress riding up so we could just see the quivering round globes of her bum. She continued to curl her pelvis in time with her rolling orgasms lost in the intense sexual bliss that the chemical cocktail was flooding her with.

Journey was drunk on orgasms.

She knelt on the floor, straining as the powerful pleasure raged through her belly. She bunched the hem of her dress in a tight fist as though trying to anchor herself in this sexual storm. Mucus and piss flowed from her crotch as she strained and strained and strained.

I knew what was happening for her internally; the convulsants were causing her large muscle groups to tighten and clench in rhythmic cycles; the irritants were stimulating all her mucus membranes, making them itch and tingle and produce copious amounts of slick fluid especially in her vagina and anus; the oxytocin was making her feel the most intense love; and the MDMA and endorphins were chemically producing waves of strong orgasms that roared through her body. And of course; the toxins were making it all grow stronger by the second. As her orgasms grew in intensity, her heart would soon start to flutter irregularly and eventually fail.

I looked up at Kylie and Paige. Both girls were staring at Journey with fascination and shock.

Journey arched her back hard and cried out, pushing her belly upward and twisting. Kylie looked at me in alarm, and I shook my head.

Journey whimpered, no doubt feeling her weakened heart fluttering in her chest.

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“You’re with people who love you, Journey.” I whispered to her as I wrapped her arms around her from behind knowing her collapse was coming fast.

Journey grimaced then flopped limp against me, her head lolling against my shoulder, her lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Journey?” Kylie’s voice sounded worried.

“She’s gone, baby.” I said quietly as I lay Journey down and closed her staring eyes. Just like that; one girl executed and, two more to go.

It’s a cruel time we live in.

Together we stretched Journey flat on her back, closing her legs and crossing her hands over her upper belly; her lower belly was swollen now. I looked up at Agent Lee and nodded. She spoke quietly to the clean-up team who respectfully entered the bathroom.

“Give us the room?” the team leader asked.

I looked at Kylie and Paige who were back sitting on the ledge of the jet tub.

“Are you okay to watch?” I asked, “To see how gentle we are?”

Both nodded, so I joined them on the ledge of the tub, sitting between them and wrapping my arms around their shoulders. Together we watched the team take care of Journey.

As they cleaned up the floor they stripped off her sundress and sopping panties, then carefully wiped her body clean with disposable damp cloths. Her knees and mound were bruised a mottled violet.

One member knelt with Journey’s head in her lap to clean the vomit residue from her mouth, wipe the snot and drool from her face, and brush her hair.

When they produced a white sundress, Kylie sniffed back tears.

“What’s wrong, hon?” I whispered.

“She looks like she’s sleeping.” Kylie said in a trembling voice.

“She is, Kylie. She has no more pain, no more fear, and her last two minutes were the best of her life.” I said, hugging them both tight to me, “And she died with her two best friends who she loved more than anything.”

The girls both snuggled in and we were silent as the crew removed Journey’s body.

Once we were alone, Kylie whispered; “I want to go next.”

I looked down at Paige who nodded.

Kylie rose and walked and stood where Journey had stood. I handed her the delivery tube with her name on it and repeated the instructions on how to take it.

Despite volunteering to go next, Kylie’s hands were shaking and she had a couple false starts; bringing the tube to her mouth then lowering it. At last she wrapped her lips around the tube and turned the valve. She jumped when the delivery tube made its soft ‘pop’ and the cocktail shot into her mouth, but she swallowed it and handed me the delivery tube which I put in an evidence bag and back in my kit bag.

Kylie turned toward us then stepped into the tub, kneeling with her belly on the ledge and her face over the toilet bowl. Paige and I moved out of her way.

Paige took another water bottle and sat beside me sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor near Kylie. We sat in silence waiting for the lethal cocktail to start working on Kylie.

The first change for Kylie was her breathing. She opened her mouth and started breathing a little deeper. Then her eyelids started to droop.

“Journey was right.” Kylie said softly, “It’s like getting drunk.”

Then her face grew serious and she stared at Paige’s sneakers, her legs still tight together, kneeling in the tub. I watched Kylie carefully; I suspected she was fighting the feelings that were coming up for her, trying to delay her death.

I leaned closer to her.

“It’s okay, Kylie.” I whispered, “Just go with what you’re feeling.”

She remained silent, shaking her head once to dismiss my words.

I could smell fear-sweat from her armpits, and her upper lip was beaded with moisture - both sweat and snot. Soon I noticed her brow furrowing and her abdominal muscles slowly tightened and released, but she still held her posture rigid.

Her breathing grew more rapid and slightly erratic. Her abdominals clenched tighter and softened once more. A sheen of sweat broke out on her face and she began to tremble.

“I don’t want to die.” Kaylie said in a trembling voice, “I changed my mind.”

“It’s already starting, sweetheart.” I whispered, “Just let the good feelings come.”

“No ...” Kaylie sobbed, her face starting to crumple.

“If you stop fighting it you’ll feel so good.” I tried reassuring her, but she still stayed rigid, fighting the feelings. I detected a waft of sexual arousal rising from her crotch.

“It does feel good but I don’t want it anymore.” she whimpered.

Kaylie’s belly clenched and she grunted and started to tremble badly. She was fighting it with all her will. The poor thing held it together as long as she could, but her resolve broke all at once;

“I can’t!” she cried out loudly and her shoulders curled forward, her hands clutching the toilet bowl, her thighs opening wide, her knees bending.

“... changed ... my mind ...” Kylie grunted desperately, straining long and hard as her belly tightened, “... make it stop ... please ...”

The crotch of her pants grew dark with her arousal. Kylie was not only experiencing her first orgasm, they were building and blooming in her belly three or four times every few seconds and the strong scent of her sex filled the room.

Kylie was overwhelmed.

“You’re cumming, Kylie.” Paige said, “This is what orgasms feel like. You don’t have to be scared.”

“... too much ...” Kylie grunted.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay.” I reassured her.

“... can’t ... handle ... this ...” Kylie strained and grunted, then dry-heaved; the corkscrewing sexual excitement inside her had reached her stomach.

Kylie laid her chin on the toilet seat and continued to dry-heave, straining every few seconds, her body shuddering and curling as each successive orgasm rose from her convulsing belly.

My heart went out to her; at Die Happy I’ve had clients who changed their minds at the last minute about their method of death; mostly gutting or impalement; and I’ve obliged them with a quicker painless way. But this was a court ordered execution that I couldn’t change. She was going to have to ride it out.

Kylie heaved into the toilet, sometimes producing a little water, but mostly just letting her body convulse in orgasm over and over. She was unprepared for the intense sexual sensations and they were overwhelming her. Though she tried to talk, all she could muster was incoherent non-words.

From behind us, I heard Paige whisper; “... holy shit ...”

When I glanced back at her, I saw she appeared to be gazing at the back of Kylie’s thighs in shock. Leaning back, I saw that the crotch of Kylie’s pants was sopping wet - clear, shiny mucus was oozing through the thick material and dripping onto the tub floor. She was feeling the accelerated bodily functions that Journey had.

Kylie appeared to at last give in to the sexual bliss that was raging through her body, so I felt confident to leave Paige to take care of her. I moved away and stood up.

Not taking my eyes from the girls, I backed out of the humid sex stink of the bathroom and into the cooler bedroom beside Agent Lee.

“The vomiting?” she asked in a low voice.

“Yes?” I said.

"It's ... " Agent Lee blushed.

"Orgasmic." I said, "Think of a cock ejaculating then times the pleasure by ten."

"I was bulimic." Agent Lee confessed, "Hell. I still am. It feels good, arouses me. But orgasmic?"

“It’s what Die Happy delivers.”

“It may be a sick thought,” Agent Lee whispered, “But this is the most disturbingly erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. It makes death seem ... I don’t know ... desirable.”

“For Kylie right now it is.” I said, “She was overwhelmed and wanted it to end before it really started, but now she's let it take her so she’s in bliss. Hopefully she’ll ride it through to its natural conclusion.”

“The cocktail? It’s guaranteed lethal?” Agent Lee asked.

“This one is. It's our regular formula with added toxins that slowly increase the potency of the pleasure inducing substances.” I explained, “Her orgasms will get stronger and longer until she goes into shock and her atrium starts to fibrillate. She’ll feel her final orgasm continue even after her heart stops.”

Agent Lee and I stood and watched the girls as Kylie stopped heaving and struggled to her feet while still convulsing in orgasm.

Kylie grunted as she got her feet under her and staggered to the wall behind the tub, her belly clenching in rhythmic cycles as she leaned against the wall and crossed her legs tightly. Paige looked frightened and unsure of what to do for her friend.

Kylie’s crotch was dripping with the clear mucus from her sex and as she kept her wobbly legs tightly crossed, pee gushed through the thick fabric of her pants and down the inner thighs of her capris as her purple sneakers squeaked on the tub floor. Paige anticipated it when Kylie's legs buckled and with one arm around her friend lowered her into the tub.

Kylie reached up and grasped Paige’s arm with her right hand and nuzzled her face against Paige’s chest, whimpering and grunting her way through wave after wave of gut-wrenching orgasms. I saw that Paige's nipples were puckered, tenting the front of her t-shirt; she was aroused by her friend's ecstasy.

Her sneakers still squeaking, Kylie twisted her hips and drew her knees up as her thighs flopped open. Her heaving lower belly was swollen and the crotch of her pants was a slimy mess.

I reached out and took Paige’s free hand and pressed her fingertips against the carotid artery in the now silent Kylie’s throat. Paige’s eyes widened at the sputtering of Kylie's heartbeat. I nodded and mouthed the word ‘soon’.

After a moment, Kylie moaned. Her orgasms were tapering, a sure sign her death was near. She suddenly strained hard and twisted in Paige’s arms, her right leg thrusting straight out, her sneakered foot kicking feebly. She gagged, dry-heaved and whimpered. I massaged the cramping large muscle in her thigh as she calmed.

Kylie’s body squirmed in Paige’s tight embrace. She growled softly, spit flowing over her lower lip, her pelvis humping slowly in her final orgasm. Then she kicked and suddenly slumped completely limp in Paige’s arms.

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“Kylie?” Paige’s voice was worried as she looked down at her friend’s now serene face as her last breath huffed past her flaccid lips.

“She’s gone, sweetheart.” I said to Paige, “She’s at peace now.”

Paige’s face crumpled and she started to cry. I remembered my first assisted suicide who died mid-orgasm from me throating his cock. I cried then too. Even though it’s planned, it breaks your heart when you lose your first.

I took hold of Kylie’s shoulder and slid her out of Paige’s arms, laying her on the floor of the tub, cradling her head in my hand and setting it down gently.

Then I gathered Paige in my arms and lifted her, guiding the now weeping girl out of the room. I nodded to the clean-up crew and Agent Lee followed as I half carried Paige to the living room.

I sat in a large well-padded rocking chair, and folded Paige onto my lap and held her, gently rocking her.

Paige sobbed for a very long time, her shoulders shaking and her breathing coming in hitches and gasps. After a time she calmed, blowing her nose in the linen hanky I keep in my pocket for such occasions. Paige became quiet in my arms as we rocked some more. She stared and picked at a loose thread on her shorts.

“They’re gone.” she said in a weak voice at last.

“Yes they are.”

“And they’re never coming back.”

“No.” I agreed.

Paige lifted her head and looked into my eyes as though searching for something.

“Do you believe in reincarnation? Heaven?” she asked.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then how can you do what you do?” she asked, her forehead furrowing, “How can you kill us?”

“We all die, Paige. None of us live forever.” I answered, and Paige laid her head back against my chest.

“Some people die alone in a crashed car on a highway, or a hospital bed in the middle of the night.” I continued, speaking softly, “Some people die in pain from injury or disease. The people that I help ... the people I help to die ... they die being held by someone who cares about them. And I do care about them, I really and truly do. And they die feeling amazing things that they’ve never felt in their whole lives.”

Paige was quiet, listening.

“I believe that time slows for us in the moment of death.” I said, “For those who are left behind, it seems like just seconds, but for the person dying, that moment gets stretched out. So when I help someone to die while they are cumming, that ecstasy lasts a long time. For them it may feel like hours, or days, or even an eternity.” I explained.

“You believe that? Truly?” Paige asked softly.

“I do. Truly.”

We rocked in silence for a few moments. Paige was doing a lot of thinking while we did.

“I’m all alone.” she said at last, and I was surprised to see her puckered nipples tent her t-shirt. She was aroused.

“I’m with you.” I said, “I’m not going to leave you, honey.”

“I know. But there’s no one left to watch me do it.” she said.

“You want people to watch you die?” I asked.

“Yes. Not just the dying. The other part too.”

“How come, sweetheart?”

“Like Journey said; It’s exciting.” Paige answered, squirming slightly in my lap, rubbing her thighs together.

“Sexually exciting.” I whispered.

“Yes.” she whispered back, “I’d love it to happen to me in front of other people. It feels reckless and exciting. I’d love people to watch and be aroused and horrified all at the same time. The thought of all those eyes on me as I puke and cum and die makes me ... well, horny. I want that Judge to watch me to see what he did. I want him to dream about it.”

Paige fell silent, but by the furtive eye movement I could see from the side of her face, she was waiting for me to say what she was wishing for was okay. I felt a warm rush of affection for this last girl. She didn’t hesitate to comfort Journey when asked, and she helped Kylie come to terms with her unexpected and overwhelming orgasms. This girl deserved more than to die alone on a bathroom floor and if what she wanted added to her pleasure ... why not?

“Would you like your execution to happen outside, Paige?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I craned my neck and looked at Agent Lee.

“Could you make sure Judge Timberlaine and the others stay on the patio?” I requested, “And have the clean-up crew join them?

Agent Lee smiled.

“A last request.” she said.

“Yeah. That works.” I smiled back.

I hugged Paige.

“Come on, honey.” I said, “Let’s go get your cocktail.”

We walked hand in hand to the bathroom. The clean-up crew had just finished; Kylie was barefoot and in a simple white dress lying on the stretcher. Her face was calm, her hair brushed, her hands folded over her belly.

Paige knelt beside her and kissed her gently on her pale lips.

“I love you, Kylie.” she whispered, “Bye-bye.”

Paige stood and I pulled her delivery tube and a fresh evidence bag from my kit and together we walked through the house and out across the patio past the Judge, Prosecutors, and other Agents. We walked still holding hands; Paige gripping mine tighter than normal to maintain her balance; her legs wobbly and her coordination a bit off. She was still very frightened.

We picked a spot on the grass less than 10 feet from the patio and sat down. Paige knelt and sat on her heels while I sat cross-legged facing her. I waited a moment while Paige closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air, lifting her face to feel the sunshine on it. After a moment she opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Ready?” I asked. Paige nodded, so I handed her the black delivery tube with her name on it. Paige held it in her lap and stared down at it for a few moments. We could hear children in the nearby school playground.

“I know it’s going to feel good. I saw Journey and Kylie. And you.” she blushed, “But once I swallow this and when it’s all over, I’ll be gone.”

She looked up at me.

“I’m scared, Kim.” she said.

“I know.” I answered. There was nothing else I could say; I believed that death was the end; that there was no reincarnation, no fairy tale paradise we go to. When we die, we lose everything; no more breathing, no more sunshine on our faces, no more memories, and with the cocktail our final orgasm would pull us from this life.

Paige looked down at the delivery tube; five inches of plastic that would soon kill her. Then with trembling hands she lifted it to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the end and turned the valve. It ‘popped’ and she held the cocktail in her mouth and handed the delivery tube back to me. I slipped it inside the evidence bag and sealed it, setting it down, my eyes never leaving Paige’s face. I had back-up delivery tubes with stronger toxins in case one of the girls spit it out or refused to take it. The stronger ones could be absorbed even through the skin.

Paige turned and looked at Judge Timberlaine, then turned back and gazed into my eyes and swallowed with purpose.

“There.” she said, “Now we wait, huh?”

“Now we wait.” I agreed.

Paige sat very still; kneeling in the grass, her back straight, her hands on her bare thighs, staring down at the grass between us. Occasionally she glanced at the group of men on the patio. Soon she weaved a little and smiled.

“It’s starting?” I asked.

Paige nodded. Less than a minute later, she began breathing through her mouth and made a small thready sound deep in her chest. I watched her nipples pucker and tent the fabric of her t-shirt again. Paige’s arousal was growing quickly. She reached up and wiped snot from her nose then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she lifted herself up, moving her knees apart and resettling on her heels with her thighs open.

Paige caught my eye and glanced down and smiled. Looking down between her thighs I could see the crotch of her white shorts was growing dark with wetness.

“Feeling good?” I whispered and gave her a conspiratorial smile and wink.

Paige nodded and winked back, but shortly after her brows furrowed and she strained deep in her chest as her stomach grew tight and her pelvis curled.

“... cumming ...” she grunted, her fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs.

Her stomach muscles released after this first tightening and she settled, but a few seconds later they gripped again and her pelvis curled, pushing her crotch forward.

“... cumming again ...” she strained her whispered words as her belly clenched, released, and clenched again, “... cumming more ... oh fuuuuck ...”

Paige’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face flushing as her pelvis humped slowly forward and back through a series of orgasms. Her upper lip grew shiny with mucus from her nose, the pale sweat slick skin of her inner thighs dimpled with shiver-bumps despite the growing heat in her core. I could imagine what was happening in her vagina and bowels, kidneys and uterus.

“... oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck ...” she gasped, then started making wet gurgling sounds, “... sick ...”

Paige rolled off her knees to sit on her right hip and planted her hands on the lawn as she leaned forward, her mouth opening, her lips curling, a long tendril of drool hanging down as she gurgled lightly.

Her gurgling grew louder and when Paige convulsed again she projectile vomited a large puddle of water and undigested fruit salad on the grass near her right knee, shuddering in orgasm as she did.

I glanced up and saw that Judge Timberlaine, the Agents, and Prosecutors were all standing at the edge of the patio now, watching Paige undulating and regurgitating.

That got their attention I thought to myself and saw Paige smiling between heaves.

Paige fell into an orgasmic rhythm, lifting her left leg each time her body convulsed and sicked-up everything she ate or drank that morning. Between heaves as she was whimpering, that small smile would flicker across her lips. She was loving this storm in her body.

Paige regurgitated until her stomach was empty, then after a series of dry-heaves she flopped down on her side and rolled on her back. I scooted around and knelt by her head and lifted her shoulders up onto my lap, facing her toward the men on the patio. She opened her thighs as her stomach rhythmically clenched and she humped the air with each successive orgasm. The inner legs of her white shorts and the crotch were dark and shiny with excreted mucus, her inner thighs smeared with it. Paige was deep into the intense orgasmic bliss the cocktail infused inside her.

Her entire body convulsed with her next orgasm, drawing her knees upward as she reached between her trembling thighs to clutch her sex. Piss sprayed between her gripping fingers, her t-shirt soaked with sweat as she convulsed in my arms, the musk of her sex thick in the air around us.

Oh, sweet girl, you're leaving this life with intense beauty.

It was obvious to me that she was desperately clinging to her final threads of life, wringing every second of ecstasy from her young flesh. To help her, I crossed my arms over her chest and feeling her nipples tight and hard, I hid my right hand under my left forearm. Then I broke one of the rules of the execution; I pinched her left nipple and twisted it between my finger and thumb, feeling her quiver and shudder in my arms at this fresh pleasure as her renewed orgasms pulsed through her body.

She settled into spastic convulsions and turned her face upward once more and gazed up into my eyes. Her cheeks were pale, her breath rattled in her throat, clear mucus flowed from her nose. But it was her eyes that broke my heart; sad, resigned eyes gazing up at me under drooping eyelids. In that moment Paige truly knew she was dying; that these were her last seconds experiencing this world. The hopelessness in her eyes will haunt me forever.

But Paige continued to hang in there, to fight back against death, riding her orgasms way past the point the toxins should have killed her. I don’t know how she was still alive; still cumming, still slowly convulsing, weaker with each passing wave. Her colour grew grey and pallid, mucus flowed freely from her nose and I could hear it rattling in her lungs as she gasped for air. I laid my hand on her lower belly, feeling the muscles there undulating as her thighs flopped open and closed.

“Oh baby,” I whispered to her, tears welling in my eyes, “You’re fighting so hard.”

I lifted her in my arms and held her shuddering body tight and rocked her as her legs kicked feebly, her eyes staring sightless, her drooling mouth opening and closing as she made weak, wet sounds.

“... mugh ...” was all Paige could muster as she quivered through her final orgasmic wave, snot bubbles popping from her nostrils, piss gushing from between her thighs. I felt her hard nipples pressed against my arms begin to soften.

“I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, wanting that to be the last words she heard, “It’s time to let go and be with Journey and Kylie.”

I don’t know if she heard me or not, but just after the words left my mouth, her body slumped limp and she murmured something I couldn’t hear clearly.

Paige drew three more ragged short breaths and died, her last soft, pukey breath brushing my cheek like a feather, her lower belly swollen now like the others.

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I glanced up at those on the patio; no one could meet my gaze. It was appropriate that they witnessed the reality of what their legal decisions wrought. Judge Timberlaine, the Prosecutors, and the Special Agents all looked ashamed and guilty. Only our clean-up crew was still watching Paige and I; it was their job, they dealt with death every day.

I gently laid Paige down in the grass as I’ve laid down so many dead clients. As I rose and the clean-up crew moved in around me, I saw that Agent Lee had moved from the patio and was standing off to my right with the evidence bag containing Paige’s delivery tube in her hand. I didn’t know how long she’d been there, nor if she had witnessed my fingers on Page's nipple as I walked toward her, studying her face.

"That was spectacular." she said, "I'm so glad Paige had you to help her through it."

"Holding her at the end." I said.

"Yes." Agent Lee said and smiled, "Your touch must have been a comfort."

Agent Lee had seen what I had done but wasn't going to report it.

“You wouldn’t happen to have one of your Die Happy business cards, do you?” she asked as she turned to walk me back into the house, “If you still have some of that cocktail back at the lab, I’d like to try it.”

“With or without the toxins?” I asked, glancing at her sideways.

Agent Lee smiled, “We’ll see.” she said.

And six months later, we did see each other again. She'd admitted she was bulimic and enjoyed regurgitation, so we had a lovely large dinner together to celebrate her early retirement with a lot of wine. Then I gave her a tour of Die Happy and we watched three girls die through the observation windows.

After the large meal and wine and playing with some of the toys of my trade and edging each other until we were both weak with arousal, we retired to the staff bathroom and she swallowed the same cocktail the girls did and it had the same effect.

Agent Lee wasn’t looking her best at the end, but with the combination of the cocktail and me fist fucking her with a rubber glove, she did have the time of her life.

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