Jessica's Execution
Forum Home > Public : Stories > Jessica's ExecutionJessica woke up covered in sweat, groggy and smelling of burnt oranges, the tell tale reek of cheap anesthesia patches. She had no recollection of time passing. Cryogenic incarceration left her with misfiring nerves that spasmed uncontrollably.
Her senses were still muted for the most part but she could tell that she was nude on some kind of hospital gurney. Too nauseous to feel embarrassed, she was simply glad to be free of the Uniform and Collar that had been her unwanted companions throughout her defense process. It had made her feel dehumanized like some sort of dangerous animal in front of the very people she needed to empathize with her.
As a newly minted adult and Citizen, she'd gone through all the motions and appeals before reluctantly submitting to Cryo storage. Her family spared no expense but ultimately she'd been saddled with a Capital conviction and a punishment date. Her poor mother fainted when the severity level was raised to the death penalty.
A heavy clunking sound distracted her from morbid thoughts. Cool air washed over her, shivering she realized her skin was becoming hyper sensitive. It was already a little too red, and upon further inspection, completely devoid of body hair. In fact even the hair on her head. Her beautiful auburn locks were scraped away.
A wave of intense loss swept through her. She hadn't had less than shoulder length hair since the bubblegum incident in kindergarten. That was more than 15 years ago!
As more cool air pushed in, a group of nurses in mint green uniforms, faceless in protective gear, suddenly surrounded her. They gave no greetings and certainly didn't ask permission before examining her. Her vitals were taken and her questions ignored. They poked and prodded her until she felt like a slab of meat. She'd thought her personal dignity died at the Holding Facility but there was just enough to flush her with shame.
Her muscles were still mostly unresponsive even as she felt a slimey poke and the burning sensation of a lubricated Foley catheter sliding up her urethra. They inflated the retaining balloon with sterile water while taping a bag to her inner thigh. The filling bag was the only warmth until they finished up with a sheet thrown over her body.
As they moved her to a padded cell, they continued to move precisely and without a single word aloud. God how she hated subtotal implants. What ever happened to normal human conversation? It was even worse knowing the local A.I. was doubtlessly whispering orders directly into their brains while they subvocalized to one another. Big Brother indeed.
The line of thought made Jessica grimace as she remembered it was this line of thinking that helped introduce her to the Bio Resistance Alliance on campus. Oh how clever the group of young collegiate women thought themselves. Their professor was the cleverest of them all, a leader in her field and the club. They were going to make a difference, unfortunately it all got over complicated too quickly.
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Shooting, tingling pains signaled the slow return of feeling to Jessica's limbs. Heedless of cramps, she began a slow yogic routine and breathing pattern. It took time but she was able to ride out the rejuvenation process.
Eventually, bored and alone, she received word from her lawyer. Mr. Evans informed her that he and her family were on their way. He also assured her he was working around the clock, pulling every string and lever to help her.
A large dose of guilt, shame, and fear welled in her gut alongside a tiny ray of hope. The potent cocktail of emotions made her ill. Instead of dwelling overmuch she tried to query the local A.I. aloud. Acknowledging its presence for the first time. It guilelessly offered an incredible range of meal options. Surely she could overdo it on their dime right? Of course she quickly glossed over the reasons she wouldn't exactly have to watch her figure anymore.
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The shrink and chaplain visited a short time layer in the middle of her extravagant surf and turf. Not only could she not force down more than a few nibbles, but she realized they were both nothing more than hard light projections. She threw an absolute, possibly childish, tantrum. Could they truly care so little to leave her mental wellness in the claws of the A.I.?
Instead she opted for an awkward shower in a side room under watch by two nurses and the oppressive eye of the artificial mind. Not having hair made bathing surprisingly easy, she even allowed herself a moment to be envious of men.
Finally clean, she was shortly back in isolation alone with her ghosts. After awhile she pushed down her pride and accepted a sedative. She dreamed for the first time in months, dreamed of home.
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Jessica awoke to being manhandled into a wheelchair by several nurses. She was always grumpy when awoken early and they had to use the nylon flex restraints to secure her. The drug made her a bit wobbly still, so maybe the added restraint vest holding her upright wasn't such a bad thing.
It wasnt a long journey through the well lit hallways. Everything seemed to have an ugly green themed shade of identification in these particular halls. The smells of rubber and anti septic was pervasive. It reminded her of an old hospital she knew.
Soon they entered a room that looked like a media studio. They actually said a few words to her and let her slip into a surprisingly nice deep green dress with slippers. She teared up when they gave her a wig that looked uncannily like her own hair.
She didn't know that it was, in fact, her own hair. Policy held that in the absence of major disciplinary issues, individuals were to be allowed certain amenities to ease the process along. Not until the vault sealed would ownership of such personal effects pass to the family.
In short order they led her to a room with a microphone and an old fashioned digital camera to record final statements, witness official signatures, and record final images. The pictures taken portrayed her as desperately hopeful. Her statements began with fervent justifications and rage, but melted into emotional apologies. She even attempted an awkward goodbye.
Despite all the waterworks, she still nurtured a sliver of hope. That sliver grew since her lawyer told her that often times the youngest offenders got clemency at the so-called 11th hour. It saved a young life and instilled a lifelong lesson. She was a perfect candidate!
After the recording a nurse unlike any other bustled in. Her eye watering ly pink scrubs set her apart from all the sickly greens. It was also the first time someone tried to talk to her instead of barking orders.
Her name was Sarah….something and she had an intense manic energy about her. She was nearly as pale as herself but with a full head of dirty blonde hair and a Borderland accent she kept trying and failing to hide.
Sarah talked like she needed to make up for the yawning silence of the entire facility. She sat Jessica back in the wheelchair and pushed her right across the hall into a gynecological exam room. Sarah talked about the overcast weather, the difference between local wines, she spoke of a festival opening soon and maybe Jessica's family might like to check it out, she even mentioned her cat!
Jessica was dumbfounded by the verbal assault after all the isolation. She was the one unable to respond now, but it actually felt nice to get lost in the meaningless chatter for a little while. While talking Sarah also worked diligently. She asked Jessica to remain calm. If she promised to be good and calm, Sarah promised to keep ant discomfort to a minimum.
Jessica nodded mutely and Sarah forged ahead. She easily found the seams in the dress and pulled velcro Jessica didn't know about until the dress fell away easily. She then helped her out of the slippers, onto the exam table, and into the stirrups.
“Okay hun open wide! No! Just your mouth silly!”
Face burning, Jessica opened her mouth for Sarah to fit a specially molded mouth guard over her teeth and told her to bite down to stick her teeth in place. It filled her mouth, suppressed her tongue, and even had a reinforced rubber tube through the center that allowed for continued breathing. A wide rubber shield went over her lips above the chin and below the nose. It took some work but once it was fully seated Jessica knew she'd need help or a pliers to pry the mouth filling gag out.
As Sarah continued to work to adjust the guard, a few regular nurses filed in. Jessica nearly panicked but Sarah's touch and babble became a comforting stream.
“Okay dear, we're going to slip your wrists into these here soft cuffs. We use em in hospitals all the time to keep patients from messing up the equipment. It's totally normal and you'll still have a little reach if you need to signal us. Has anyone ever told you you have lovely smooth skin? Personally I use a two in one lotion, thick as summer honey….”, and so on.
The cuffs were indeed soft, nothing like the handcuffs or heavy leather restraints. One nurse began rubbing an oil into her skin with her latex gloves glistening, while another pair of nurses tipped her forward to wrap a shiny flex steel belt around her waist. They removed her catheter and inserted an enema nozzle into her anus.
This wasn't her first ever enema but this particular procedure was very thorough and made her feel like she lost half her body weight. It came in waves of minor cramping while Sarah rubbed her belly. Several nasty expulsions and refillings later she felt an absurd gratefulness toward the nurses for not making her embarrassment any worse.
She really did try to remain calm. Even as they kneaded her pale freckled breaststroke into a pair of hard rubber donuts around the bases and pressed a metal device down to lock them together. She helped shift about as rubber straps threaded over her shoulders and behind her back. It was essentially a rubber bra that held her tits up but had no cups so they just sort of hung there awkwardly.
She almost lost her cool as a lubed up metallic pear shaped device was rubbed against her labia and pressed further into her vaginally canal. It stopped up against her cervix like it was measured just for her. (It was) The base covered the whole of her labia with a metallic shield. And after all the enemas she barely felt the metallic plug go in her rear until they pumped the retaining balloons on both sides of her sphincter. Honestly she was happy to have all the cleaning solution out now, those cramps really sucked!
It wasnt until Sarah paused her audio assault a moment to carefully press a sonic rod up to Jessica's love button that she tried to signal her distress. Her clitoris responded immediately, and while waves of pleasure warmed her empty gut, it was wholly unwanted. Sarah only nodded in sympathy as she mechanically masturbated the small organ. Then it stopped and deft fingers wrapped a metal ring around the base and prevented blood flow from leaving too quickly, thus it remained erect and unhooded. Proudly standing tall for all to see.
Jessica stared in intense embarrassment and it wasn't until a conical shield was clamped over it to the ring that she reined in her response. Finally a U shaped piece of flex steel with multiple ports and a cup like spoon up each end went between her legs. This was a metal thong over her crotch that attached to all protruding ends of devices and locked at the top under her belly button and turning sideways it locked just above her tail bone like a modern chastity belt. Unlike conventional devices, this one had internal mechanisms that ratcheted itself into a perfect untamperable snugness.
Jessica was in a bit of continuous discomfort as she tried to get used to the heavy double penetration and throbbing forced arousal. All the lubrication and polishing could only go so far to reduce the reality of metallic underwear pressing her skin and hips.
Before she could truly work herself up the nurses asked her to lift her hips once more and then back down onto a thick pad. Sarah told her not to be embarrassed but Jessica was just confused until she realized what was going on.
She immediately forgot the weight inside her and immediately leaned up with welling horror ad they diapered her. Thick, huge, and wide, the pad engulfed her metal panties completely before being taped in place with packing tape sized adhesives. Over top came a clear see through plastic over-garment that had to be cinched and belted in place over the mass of padding. A single gloved finger ran along the edges to activated leak guards before her legs were finally allowed out of the stirrups. Unfortunately that much metal, plastic,and rubber between her legs acted like it's own spreader.
She couldn't feel it now but the series of pants all had special one way umbilical ports in the seats that allowed water tight access to her belts access port. For now all she could focus on was the oppressive layers and be thankful for the cold air circulating that she'd cursed earlier.
She mustered her willpower and crushed the tsunami of utter humiliation threatening her. She became acutely aware of how infantile she must look bald, hairless, pale, pacified, and diapered. She wondered frantically if they inflicted this feeling intentionally.
She nearly jumped when she felt the fabric beneath her lift up and cradle her in a sling to an over head crane like lift. Her restraints had swapped to the slings edges without her realizing it and soon she was totally off the table like a bundle over a vagrants shoulder. She watched as Sarah used a remote to guide her journey along track's on the ceiling. At least the incredible pressure on her lower body eased somewhat as she swayed in the sling.
More cool air greeted them as she and their little group passed slowly into a much larger adjoining room. She could feel goosebumps prickle as she took in the multiple curtained off areas and noise.
The room was already quite busy with people in scrubs and rubber or plastic aprons pushing carts or fiddling with odd machines. Despite all of them, the only voice she could hear clearly was Sarah's. And in this room even Sarah lowered her voice somewhat.
The room itself was physically shaped like a hexagon with adjustable surgery lights all along the ceiling. Half the walls were taken up with incomprehensible machinery and the other half were covered in enormous mirrors. Jessica carefully averted her eyes from the mirrors.
The forward central area was partially blocked off by three sets if thick shiny curtains in light green. She could just make out multiple shadows moving about. Sarah was leading their coterie toward the set at the farthest end. Jessica felt her hear rate increase at what might be over there.
As they approached, more and more heads turned their way. They were clearly trying to remain professional but Jessica knew she must look positively ridiculous.
“Ooo! Looks like my team's first to the party Anya!”, Sarah gushed to a tall platinum blonde in dark scrubs.
Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, “Stay focused Miss Hayes, you never know who's judging.”, replied Anya in a curt Eastern accent.
“Don't be a buzz killer Anya! We've been ready for months now!”
Anya simply nodded once then both sets of eyes landed on Jessica. For the first time she felt like Sarah was viewing her differently, like a butcher sees a slab of meat. Then her face cleared and she was back to her manic bubbly self.
Jessica had no time to consider it as the curtains slipped aside to allow them in. Inside was a raised stage with four new nurses all staring at her. Her muscles tensed and her vision went blurry as she processed the dominating presence of an enormous over sized chair bolted to the stage before her.
Her senses were still muted for the most part but she could tell that she was nude on some kind of hospital gurney. Too nauseous to feel embarrassed, she was simply glad to be free of the Uniform and Collar that had been her unwanted companions throughout her defense process. It had made her feel dehumanized like some sort of dangerous animal in front of the very people she needed to empathize with her.
As a newly minted adult and Citizen, she'd gone through all the motions and appeals before reluctantly submitting to Cryo storage. Her family spared no expense but ultimately she'd been saddled with a Capital conviction and a punishment date. Her poor mother fainted when the severity level was raised to the death penalty.
A heavy clunking sound distracted her from morbid thoughts. Cool air washed over her, shivering she realized her skin was becoming hyper sensitive. It was already a little too red, and upon further inspection, completely devoid of body hair. In fact even the hair on her head. Her beautiful auburn locks were scraped away.
A wave of intense loss swept through her. She hadn't had less than shoulder length hair since the bubblegum incident in kindergarten. That was more than 15 years ago!
As more cool air pushed in, a group of nurses in mint green uniforms, faceless in protective gear, suddenly surrounded her. They gave no greetings and certainly didn't ask permission before examining her. Her vitals were taken and her questions ignored. They poked and prodded her until she felt like a slab of meat. She'd thought her personal dignity died at the Holding Facility but there was just enough to flush her with shame.
Her muscles were still mostly unresponsive even as she felt a slimey poke and the burning sensation of a lubricated Foley catheter sliding up her urethra. They inflated the retaining balloon with sterile water while taping a bag to her inner thigh. The filling bag was the only warmth until they finished up with a sheet thrown over her body.
As they moved her to a padded cell, they continued to move precisely and without a single word aloud. God how she hated subtotal implants. What ever happened to normal human conversation? It was even worse knowing the local A.I. was doubtlessly whispering orders directly into their brains while they subvocalized to one another. Big Brother indeed.
The line of thought made Jessica grimace as she remembered it was this line of thinking that helped introduce her to the Bio Resistance Alliance on campus. Oh how clever the group of young collegiate women thought themselves. Their professor was the cleverest of them all, a leader in her field and the club. They were going to make a difference, unfortunately it all got over complicated too quickly.
‐—----------
Shooting, tingling pains signaled the slow return of feeling to Jessica's limbs. Heedless of cramps, she began a slow yogic routine and breathing pattern. It took time but she was able to ride out the rejuvenation process.
Eventually, bored and alone, she received word from her lawyer. Mr. Evans informed her that he and her family were on their way. He also assured her he was working around the clock, pulling every string and lever to help her.
A large dose of guilt, shame, and fear welled in her gut alongside a tiny ray of hope. The potent cocktail of emotions made her ill. Instead of dwelling overmuch she tried to query the local A.I. aloud. Acknowledging its presence for the first time. It guilelessly offered an incredible range of meal options. Surely she could overdo it on their dime right? Of course she quickly glossed over the reasons she wouldn't exactly have to watch her figure anymore.
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The shrink and chaplain visited a short time layer in the middle of her extravagant surf and turf. Not only could she not force down more than a few nibbles, but she realized they were both nothing more than hard light projections. She threw an absolute, possibly childish, tantrum. Could they truly care so little to leave her mental wellness in the claws of the A.I.?
Instead she opted for an awkward shower in a side room under watch by two nurses and the oppressive eye of the artificial mind. Not having hair made bathing surprisingly easy, she even allowed herself a moment to be envious of men.
Finally clean, she was shortly back in isolation alone with her ghosts. After awhile she pushed down her pride and accepted a sedative. She dreamed for the first time in months, dreamed of home.
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Jessica awoke to being manhandled into a wheelchair by several nurses. She was always grumpy when awoken early and they had to use the nylon flex restraints to secure her. The drug made her a bit wobbly still, so maybe the added restraint vest holding her upright wasn't such a bad thing.
It wasnt a long journey through the well lit hallways. Everything seemed to have an ugly green themed shade of identification in these particular halls. The smells of rubber and anti septic was pervasive. It reminded her of an old hospital she knew.
Soon they entered a room that looked like a media studio. They actually said a few words to her and let her slip into a surprisingly nice deep green dress with slippers. She teared up when they gave her a wig that looked uncannily like her own hair.
She didn't know that it was, in fact, her own hair. Policy held that in the absence of major disciplinary issues, individuals were to be allowed certain amenities to ease the process along. Not until the vault sealed would ownership of such personal effects pass to the family.
In short order they led her to a room with a microphone and an old fashioned digital camera to record final statements, witness official signatures, and record final images. The pictures taken portrayed her as desperately hopeful. Her statements began with fervent justifications and rage, but melted into emotional apologies. She even attempted an awkward goodbye.
Despite all the waterworks, she still nurtured a sliver of hope. That sliver grew since her lawyer told her that often times the youngest offenders got clemency at the so-called 11th hour. It saved a young life and instilled a lifelong lesson. She was a perfect candidate!
After the recording a nurse unlike any other bustled in. Her eye watering ly pink scrubs set her apart from all the sickly greens. It was also the first time someone tried to talk to her instead of barking orders.
Her name was Sarah….something and she had an intense manic energy about her. She was nearly as pale as herself but with a full head of dirty blonde hair and a Borderland accent she kept trying and failing to hide.
Sarah talked like she needed to make up for the yawning silence of the entire facility. She sat Jessica back in the wheelchair and pushed her right across the hall into a gynecological exam room. Sarah talked about the overcast weather, the difference between local wines, she spoke of a festival opening soon and maybe Jessica's family might like to check it out, she even mentioned her cat!
Jessica was dumbfounded by the verbal assault after all the isolation. She was the one unable to respond now, but it actually felt nice to get lost in the meaningless chatter for a little while. While talking Sarah also worked diligently. She asked Jessica to remain calm. If she promised to be good and calm, Sarah promised to keep ant discomfort to a minimum.
Jessica nodded mutely and Sarah forged ahead. She easily found the seams in the dress and pulled velcro Jessica didn't know about until the dress fell away easily. She then helped her out of the slippers, onto the exam table, and into the stirrups.
“Okay hun open wide! No! Just your mouth silly!”
Face burning, Jessica opened her mouth for Sarah to fit a specially molded mouth guard over her teeth and told her to bite down to stick her teeth in place. It filled her mouth, suppressed her tongue, and even had a reinforced rubber tube through the center that allowed for continued breathing. A wide rubber shield went over her lips above the chin and below the nose. It took some work but once it was fully seated Jessica knew she'd need help or a pliers to pry the mouth filling gag out.
As Sarah continued to work to adjust the guard, a few regular nurses filed in. Jessica nearly panicked but Sarah's touch and babble became a comforting stream.
“Okay dear, we're going to slip your wrists into these here soft cuffs. We use em in hospitals all the time to keep patients from messing up the equipment. It's totally normal and you'll still have a little reach if you need to signal us. Has anyone ever told you you have lovely smooth skin? Personally I use a two in one lotion, thick as summer honey….”, and so on.
The cuffs were indeed soft, nothing like the handcuffs or heavy leather restraints. One nurse began rubbing an oil into her skin with her latex gloves glistening, while another pair of nurses tipped her forward to wrap a shiny flex steel belt around her waist. They removed her catheter and inserted an enema nozzle into her anus.
This wasn't her first ever enema but this particular procedure was very thorough and made her feel like she lost half her body weight. It came in waves of minor cramping while Sarah rubbed her belly. Several nasty expulsions and refillings later she felt an absurd gratefulness toward the nurses for not making her embarrassment any worse.
She really did try to remain calm. Even as they kneaded her pale freckled breaststroke into a pair of hard rubber donuts around the bases and pressed a metal device down to lock them together. She helped shift about as rubber straps threaded over her shoulders and behind her back. It was essentially a rubber bra that held her tits up but had no cups so they just sort of hung there awkwardly.
She almost lost her cool as a lubed up metallic pear shaped device was rubbed against her labia and pressed further into her vaginally canal. It stopped up against her cervix like it was measured just for her. (It was) The base covered the whole of her labia with a metallic shield. And after all the enemas she barely felt the metallic plug go in her rear until they pumped the retaining balloons on both sides of her sphincter. Honestly she was happy to have all the cleaning solution out now, those cramps really sucked!
It wasnt until Sarah paused her audio assault a moment to carefully press a sonic rod up to Jessica's love button that she tried to signal her distress. Her clitoris responded immediately, and while waves of pleasure warmed her empty gut, it was wholly unwanted. Sarah only nodded in sympathy as she mechanically masturbated the small organ. Then it stopped and deft fingers wrapped a metal ring around the base and prevented blood flow from leaving too quickly, thus it remained erect and unhooded. Proudly standing tall for all to see.
Jessica stared in intense embarrassment and it wasn't until a conical shield was clamped over it to the ring that she reined in her response. Finally a U shaped piece of flex steel with multiple ports and a cup like spoon up each end went between her legs. This was a metal thong over her crotch that attached to all protruding ends of devices and locked at the top under her belly button and turning sideways it locked just above her tail bone like a modern chastity belt. Unlike conventional devices, this one had internal mechanisms that ratcheted itself into a perfect untamperable snugness.
Jessica was in a bit of continuous discomfort as she tried to get used to the heavy double penetration and throbbing forced arousal. All the lubrication and polishing could only go so far to reduce the reality of metallic underwear pressing her skin and hips.
Before she could truly work herself up the nurses asked her to lift her hips once more and then back down onto a thick pad. Sarah told her not to be embarrassed but Jessica was just confused until she realized what was going on.
She immediately forgot the weight inside her and immediately leaned up with welling horror ad they diapered her. Thick, huge, and wide, the pad engulfed her metal panties completely before being taped in place with packing tape sized adhesives. Over top came a clear see through plastic over-garment that had to be cinched and belted in place over the mass of padding. A single gloved finger ran along the edges to activated leak guards before her legs were finally allowed out of the stirrups. Unfortunately that much metal, plastic,and rubber between her legs acted like it's own spreader.
She couldn't feel it now but the series of pants all had special one way umbilical ports in the seats that allowed water tight access to her belts access port. For now all she could focus on was the oppressive layers and be thankful for the cold air circulating that she'd cursed earlier.
She mustered her willpower and crushed the tsunami of utter humiliation threatening her. She became acutely aware of how infantile she must look bald, hairless, pale, pacified, and diapered. She wondered frantically if they inflicted this feeling intentionally.
She nearly jumped when she felt the fabric beneath her lift up and cradle her in a sling to an over head crane like lift. Her restraints had swapped to the slings edges without her realizing it and soon she was totally off the table like a bundle over a vagrants shoulder. She watched as Sarah used a remote to guide her journey along track's on the ceiling. At least the incredible pressure on her lower body eased somewhat as she swayed in the sling.
More cool air greeted them as she and their little group passed slowly into a much larger adjoining room. She could feel goosebumps prickle as she took in the multiple curtained off areas and noise.
The room was already quite busy with people in scrubs and rubber or plastic aprons pushing carts or fiddling with odd machines. Despite all of them, the only voice she could hear clearly was Sarah's. And in this room even Sarah lowered her voice somewhat.
The room itself was physically shaped like a hexagon with adjustable surgery lights all along the ceiling. Half the walls were taken up with incomprehensible machinery and the other half were covered in enormous mirrors. Jessica carefully averted her eyes from the mirrors.
The forward central area was partially blocked off by three sets if thick shiny curtains in light green. She could just make out multiple shadows moving about. Sarah was leading their coterie toward the set at the farthest end. Jessica felt her hear rate increase at what might be over there.
As they approached, more and more heads turned their way. They were clearly trying to remain professional but Jessica knew she must look positively ridiculous.
“Ooo! Looks like my team's first to the party Anya!”, Sarah gushed to a tall platinum blonde in dark scrubs.
Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, “Stay focused Miss Hayes, you never know who's judging.”, replied Anya in a curt Eastern accent.
“Don't be a buzz killer Anya! We've been ready for months now!”
Anya simply nodded once then both sets of eyes landed on Jessica. For the first time she felt like Sarah was viewing her differently, like a butcher sees a slab of meat. Then her face cleared and she was back to her manic bubbly self.
Jessica had no time to consider it as the curtains slipped aside to allow them in. Inside was a raised stage with four new nurses all staring at her. Her muscles tensed and her vision went blurry as she processed the dominating presence of an enormous over sized chair bolted to the stage before her.
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Pt 2.
Time slowed as the nurse team worked together to carefully maneuver the sling and its terrified cargo over the chair. Sarah gave a signal and the crane released her. Landing with a short plop, the diaper and deeper devices shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't do anything to protest though, as a set of gloved hands grasped each of her limbs and stripping the soft cuffs.
They were then wrapping her wrists and ankles in thick, tan padded leather cuffs and pin locking them right. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding as part of the seat beneath her was removed, similar to thar of a commode, and lessening the pressure somewhat of the package around her pelvis. She proceeded to squirm a bit to balance all the stuff within and without.
Velcro straps were soon tightening her feet flush with the foot rests that were partially extended like that of the wheelchair. The surface itself was metallic and a little slick bit they turned screws and tightened straps until it was a perfect fit.
Small rings in the back and seat were secured to her belt that protruded now just above the plastic. A soft rubber block partially inflated to support her lower back and thrust her chest up and out with better posture. As it inflated more heavy cuffs secured her thighs. She already couldn't close her legs with all the padding between them but the cuffs caused her legs to spray almost obscenely wide. Her bra was joined with an adapter at the wood backrest turning the bra into its own rubber restraint harness that gave a little more leeway than the leather. A single wide strap went under each armpit and over her upper chest whole her biceps got padded cuffs of their own.
Jessica only had the mobility of her hand, neck, face, fingers, and toes left. She could do little more than watch the nurses dance through their synchronized procedure. She only became worried when Sarah reappeared with a set of metallic cup like bowls.
“Hmm full cup or partial?”, Sarah seemed to muse out loud. “Partial would probably be smarter with those B cups…”
Sarah twisted the bowls until only two wide crossed cupping bands remained. Sarah signaled and gloved hands grasped a tit and worked it into the metal cup as she locked it to the rubber ring base of the bra. Fully seated the X bands bit into her sensitive mammaries and bulging around it, her skin slowly turned reddish. Her nipples were still visible through a circular opening at the apex. Jessica groaned at the treatment.
“ Ohh honey, I know it's uncomfortable, just be glad I'm doing the neck brace last, I'm told it's terribly annoying for long periods.”
As she started her talk routine again Jessica winced and grimaced as Sarah rolled her nipples between her fingers. Screwdrivers twisted a set of clamps on the swelling and hardening nips. It pinched like a motherfucker but she was even more self conscious of the tingle traveling all the way down to her painfully clamped clip. What the he'll was wrong with her? At least Sarah seemed satisfied.
As the pain subsided, Jessica soon felt a slight vibration near her rear as a nurse accessed the umbilical. Soon light vibrations ran through her anal plug. She was feeling a hose being screwed in place and the hollow retainer shifting open. Positioning blocks were simultaneously bolted over her shoulders and each side of her ribs. Worse, each shake of the chair, no matter how slight, sent new waves of pain through every clamped part of her anatomy.
Jessica was in a state of shock. Nothing about this felt real. It was as if her mind separated from this strapped down form. This helpless body.
The leather allowed her to shift minutely enough to prevent most cramping but the human body wasn't designed for rigid stillness. She tried to protest as Sarah added a rubber strap around and over the mouth plate. Now the guard was forced to sit more firmly abs pressed down on her lips to prevent any loose opening. Then a hand pushed her chin up to allow a neck brace-like rubber posture collar that sat on her collar bone, ran rigidly up the whole neck and cupped the chin. A short adjustable rod was screwed to the base and ran up to the chin cup. Now sideways movement and even slight bending were impossible. Sarah was right, it was intensely uncomfortable and she had to focus on slow deep breaths to not lose it.
A sharp prick on her arm made her jump but she quickly realized it was just Sarah starting an IV line. Listening more closely Jessica realized she'd been discussing drugs for alertness, fluids for hydration, and that the needle wouldn't be in too long.
Whatever was entering her veins did actually help her nerves a bit and rehydrated her body. The downside was the sudden awareness. The dopey dissociation melted away and she was 100% back in her body.
As the refreshing feeling continued to pulse through her veins, she was distracted by a commotion nearby. Sarah vanished amid raised voices and the rattle of metal and moaning. Soon her drawl joined in admonishing nurses about treating ‘patients’ with respect before the vault sealed. Plastic rustled and leather creaked as moans degraded into sobs as another person occupied a neighboring death chair.
As they worked out of sight, Jessica was left largely alone. Sarah would pop by regularly to check her airways, circulation, and vitals. Really her neck and back ached, while a noticeable pressure built in her bladder. Otherwise ad long as no one jostled her clamps, she was okay.
Jessica strained her ears to listen for her neighbor but the air conditioning system was like a steady white noise to her efforts. Sarah came by again to give a 30min warning. Then she wheeled a Carr next to the stage. It looked like a weird pump. Sarah unfurled a hose and screwed it into a nozzle in the side of the stage. She explained that the machine would be pumping a salt based gel. The intention was to inundate her large and small intestine with it. Sarah warned her to take some deep breaths.
They didn't help much. Sarah swapped her IV bags while Jessica suddenly felt the sensitive tissue of her anal ring go cold. Soon the feeling climbed her rectum and the pervasive chill permeated her gut. The viscous consistency and slow flow mercifully cut down on cramping but still increased in pressure quickly.
She had been listening so intently for others earlier but now her sole focus was the gradual expansion of her gut. She had to remember to breath as her belly visibly swelled. At first she merely felt full but soon she swore she could feel every pulsing blood vessel straining in her abdomen.
Sarah tried to help by rubbing her belly with lotion and kneading her gut to help spread the internal gel evenly. It was thoughtful but provided little relief. Soon anger surged and overrode her fear. She railed against these asinine ‘treatments’ and their medical pretensions hiding barbarism! But no matter how she raged and cried, the soulless machine continued to pump her ass full.
Jessica's blood pressure built as the strain expanded. Then suddenly she felt a wave of relief and a worrisome shifting made her wonder if her intestines had ruptured. Sarah chose that moment to inform her all was well and nor to be embarrassed at losing bladder control so soon
Fucking what? She wasn't dying yet but if she could die of embarrassment she might save them some trouble as she realized she'd passed herself. Her misery soon lifted somewhat though as a chirping machine announced her intestines full.
They took the IV out and gave her a glaringly pink band aid. She couldn't muster the will to be mad as she felt her retainer plug close and the hose retracted. Jessica felt bloated to the extreme and even with the collar she could still see her hugely distended belly sticking out like a massive pregnancy. She could literally feel it rest heavily atop her thighs.
Colors danced across her vision as she had to work to pull oxygen into her lungs. She sucked hard on the mouth tube and flared her nostrils wide. Slowly she seemed to find a new rhythm.
Of course that was when a new wave of nurses swarmed her. They muttered half coherently about wiring and connectivity. They ran tests on handheld devices at various points around the stage and chair. A few snatched pitying glances at her but most stayed focused.
“Okay! We're only ten minutes out people!”, shouted a new voice.
Multiple nurses seemed to miss a step but were all soon nodding and picking up their pace. Sarah gave a thumbs up after they'd finished.
“3's all set!”, she hollered back.
The curtains parted rapidly and Jessica was presented with three two-story mirrors. The wings angled slightly inwards and the center showing her transformation in all its glory.
She thought she was already at the peak of embarrassment but seeing herself clothed in metal, leather, rubber, and plastic was mind bendingly hard. Her five foot seven frame sat rigidly erect. Her eyes were clearly bloodshot and her belly looked 11months pregnant. Her diaper bulged between her splayed legs, already spotted with yellow. Her breasts were angry red and swollen past the crossed metal. Her nipples stood out, clamped and proud. Worst of all her eyes tracked wiring bundles of red, black, yellow, and orange positioned from the bottoms of the footrests and incrementally up the chair back.
Jessica watched, mesmerized, as Sarah helped lower a UFO shaped death helmet onto her bare pate. Cold metal and wet foam sponge squished down while an adjustable chin strap and facial harness was fitted to her skull. Now just her horrified eyes peered out above a partial nose guard. Tubes pushed into her nostrils began pumping air in.
It wasnt until this moment that she tested her bonds in earnest. She seemed to have the strength of a feather in a hurricane. Shaking, her attention returned to the mirror. She could see bustling near the curtains to her left around a different gel pump cart. A random woman stood further down with her eyes locked on a large digital clock.
Sarah snuck up behind her and for the first time leaned in close whispering like a schoolgirl.
“See that old timey phone way in the back? If that thing rings we have to stop immediately and answer. Only the High Court and Imperial Family have direct access. It happens occasionally but be wary, sometimes a ‘stay’ isnt all its cracked up to be…”
Ignoring the haunted look on Sarahs eyes, Jessica felt a renewed surge of HOPE! Thin but powerful, Jessica bent that sliver to willing it to ring. She stated so hard she almost missed the curtains beside her opening up.
The person strapped in next to her was much shorter and smaller. The chair dwarfed her and they clearly had to boost her up a bit. The diaper seemed to almost swallow the poor girl. And there was something off about her chest. Yes, squinting she could see a series of thin needles sticking out of full metal domes, more encompassing than her own.
Saline, they were using saline to pump up her flat breasts to accommodate the small bra. Even so, the strain on her chest looked intense, the skin looked to be almost stretched white instead of red. Then there was no missing the belly that stuck out from her frame as if a third of her body was about to grow a twin. The skin of her obliques was so tight, her ribs stuck our. Her chest rose and fell in short pinched gasps.
Jessica, of course, recognized this particular young woman as a fellow freshman exchange student, Meiling Li. She'd been so earnest in trying to make friends. She was so naive, Jessica felt a wave of guilt at recruiting her so easily. At the time it had seemed so harmless. Now shaven, dehumanized, and having a death helmet strapped to her skull, she was just another faceless victim of the system.
The final occupant was revealed shortly thereafter. The woman was bigger than Jessica and Mei Mei combined. She'd been a lacrosse star and their upper class woman Big Sister in the club. Her bra was larger and still the locked tissue bulged outwards. Everything else matched Jessica's situation, except her diaper was somehow still pristine white and she still had a decent tan. Jessica wrestled with feelings of envy.
As each woman's eyes drank in the scene, they surveyed each other. Nurses faded into the background as Katie glared gratefully around her, Mei filled hers with tears, and Jessica's always pulled back to that phone.
Sweat continually formed and dried in the circulating air. Jessica twisted slightly back and forth trying to find a little relief but really only managed to pinch herself and rustle the diaper.
“You look restless dear. Take some deep breaths and try counting heartbeats…that way you'll know your still alive!”
What bullshit infuriating advice! That of course she began doing. That and the tapping. All the women tapped. It was in fact noted that death chair occupants often tapped roughly the same beats per minute with their free fingers and toes. A tattoo of mortal fear?
Jessica watched the nurses remove Mei's breast needles but her distress clearly still remained acute. She also saw some commotion around Katie, and then saw the woman fitted with hand splay-mitts. It looked like she may have been scratching her palms open.
At one o'clock even, the air pressure changed and her ears popped. The air itself blew a little faster. The digital clock flashed a warning. Every nurse immediately moved off the stages leaving only a single youngish woman beside each chair. Anya stood proudly next to Mei. A short ginger with a pinched expression stood by Katie, and Sarah stood at ease next to Jessica.
Her attention tightened as the top half of the central mirror went blurry then cleared to reveal a wide audience of witnesses. Dismay widened in Jessica's eyes. She needed only seconds to find her baggy eyed lawyer, her pale mother, and her grim sister. Jessica desperately tried to turn her head and close her legs, but it was no use.
A severe looking older woman in a military uniform stepped forward, “Good afternoon, patients and guests, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Assistant Director Cain and I will be supervising today. May I present my three young apprentices who will be testing out of phase one today! I present Miss Ross, Miss Sterling, and Miss Hayes. The witnesses will now have a couple minutes to view the condemned as we seal the Vault.”
Never had there been a more mortifying awkward silence. Her lawyer seemed distracted but her sister Lana mouthed ‘love you’ while her mother wept. She figured this was the first time she'd seen her eldest in a diaper since she was a toddler. And now she was lewdly splayed and passing herself for all to see.
While Jessica's own mind tormented her, Roselyn Ross turned to Katie and formally bowed. Then with a weirdly robotic cant, she read off Katie's Warrant. Capital convictions of terroristic bombings of A.I. substations. Conspiracy to disrupt lawful governing. Collateral damage and the death toll. The list was extensive and shared by all three of then. “Katie Thomas you have been sentenced to death in the Mark VI Electric Chair. I will be your Executrix.”
Katie's perpetual glare turned fearful as Roselyn charged the helmet with fresh salt water, droplets running down her neck and ears. A quick brush of thick liquid over each eyelid and it was soon apparent her lids were glued open. Eye shields with dripping sponges flipped down from the front rim of her helmet, blocking sight only a millimeter from the cornea.
Katie began to moan pitifully, mitts slapping the armrests as Roselyn used the final head harness strap to thread the shields and press them tight, squishing directly into her eyes.
Roselyn checked the fit then was off the stage, “Charge Platform Alpha!”
A buzzing response filtered through the speakers from the A.I. mind, “Charging….charged.”
“Arm ports!”
“Alpha ports armed.”
Roselyn turned around, “ Katie Thomas, your chair is now armed, and you will be put to death via electrocution variant 2, we will bypass your heart and electrify your body until your brain waves cease. May you find repentance and peace in the After. Execute Cycle One!”
Time slowed as the nurse team worked together to carefully maneuver the sling and its terrified cargo over the chair. Sarah gave a signal and the crane released her. Landing with a short plop, the diaper and deeper devices shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't do anything to protest though, as a set of gloved hands grasped each of her limbs and stripping the soft cuffs.
They were then wrapping her wrists and ankles in thick, tan padded leather cuffs and pin locking them right. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding as part of the seat beneath her was removed, similar to thar of a commode, and lessening the pressure somewhat of the package around her pelvis. She proceeded to squirm a bit to balance all the stuff within and without.
Velcro straps were soon tightening her feet flush with the foot rests that were partially extended like that of the wheelchair. The surface itself was metallic and a little slick bit they turned screws and tightened straps until it was a perfect fit.
Small rings in the back and seat were secured to her belt that protruded now just above the plastic. A soft rubber block partially inflated to support her lower back and thrust her chest up and out with better posture. As it inflated more heavy cuffs secured her thighs. She already couldn't close her legs with all the padding between them but the cuffs caused her legs to spray almost obscenely wide. Her bra was joined with an adapter at the wood backrest turning the bra into its own rubber restraint harness that gave a little more leeway than the leather. A single wide strap went under each armpit and over her upper chest whole her biceps got padded cuffs of their own.
Jessica only had the mobility of her hand, neck, face, fingers, and toes left. She could do little more than watch the nurses dance through their synchronized procedure. She only became worried when Sarah reappeared with a set of metallic cup like bowls.
“Hmm full cup or partial?”, Sarah seemed to muse out loud. “Partial would probably be smarter with those B cups…”
Sarah twisted the bowls until only two wide crossed cupping bands remained. Sarah signaled and gloved hands grasped a tit and worked it into the metal cup as she locked it to the rubber ring base of the bra. Fully seated the X bands bit into her sensitive mammaries and bulging around it, her skin slowly turned reddish. Her nipples were still visible through a circular opening at the apex. Jessica groaned at the treatment.
“ Ohh honey, I know it's uncomfortable, just be glad I'm doing the neck brace last, I'm told it's terribly annoying for long periods.”
As she started her talk routine again Jessica winced and grimaced as Sarah rolled her nipples between her fingers. Screwdrivers twisted a set of clamps on the swelling and hardening nips. It pinched like a motherfucker but she was even more self conscious of the tingle traveling all the way down to her painfully clamped clip. What the he'll was wrong with her? At least Sarah seemed satisfied.
As the pain subsided, Jessica soon felt a slight vibration near her rear as a nurse accessed the umbilical. Soon light vibrations ran through her anal plug. She was feeling a hose being screwed in place and the hollow retainer shifting open. Positioning blocks were simultaneously bolted over her shoulders and each side of her ribs. Worse, each shake of the chair, no matter how slight, sent new waves of pain through every clamped part of her anatomy.
Jessica was in a state of shock. Nothing about this felt real. It was as if her mind separated from this strapped down form. This helpless body.
The leather allowed her to shift minutely enough to prevent most cramping but the human body wasn't designed for rigid stillness. She tried to protest as Sarah added a rubber strap around and over the mouth plate. Now the guard was forced to sit more firmly abs pressed down on her lips to prevent any loose opening. Then a hand pushed her chin up to allow a neck brace-like rubber posture collar that sat on her collar bone, ran rigidly up the whole neck and cupped the chin. A short adjustable rod was screwed to the base and ran up to the chin cup. Now sideways movement and even slight bending were impossible. Sarah was right, it was intensely uncomfortable and she had to focus on slow deep breaths to not lose it.
A sharp prick on her arm made her jump but she quickly realized it was just Sarah starting an IV line. Listening more closely Jessica realized she'd been discussing drugs for alertness, fluids for hydration, and that the needle wouldn't be in too long.
Whatever was entering her veins did actually help her nerves a bit and rehydrated her body. The downside was the sudden awareness. The dopey dissociation melted away and she was 100% back in her body.
As the refreshing feeling continued to pulse through her veins, she was distracted by a commotion nearby. Sarah vanished amid raised voices and the rattle of metal and moaning. Soon her drawl joined in admonishing nurses about treating ‘patients’ with respect before the vault sealed. Plastic rustled and leather creaked as moans degraded into sobs as another person occupied a neighboring death chair.
As they worked out of sight, Jessica was left largely alone. Sarah would pop by regularly to check her airways, circulation, and vitals. Really her neck and back ached, while a noticeable pressure built in her bladder. Otherwise ad long as no one jostled her clamps, she was okay.
Jessica strained her ears to listen for her neighbor but the air conditioning system was like a steady white noise to her efforts. Sarah came by again to give a 30min warning. Then she wheeled a Carr next to the stage. It looked like a weird pump. Sarah unfurled a hose and screwed it into a nozzle in the side of the stage. She explained that the machine would be pumping a salt based gel. The intention was to inundate her large and small intestine with it. Sarah warned her to take some deep breaths.
They didn't help much. Sarah swapped her IV bags while Jessica suddenly felt the sensitive tissue of her anal ring go cold. Soon the feeling climbed her rectum and the pervasive chill permeated her gut. The viscous consistency and slow flow mercifully cut down on cramping but still increased in pressure quickly.
She had been listening so intently for others earlier but now her sole focus was the gradual expansion of her gut. She had to remember to breath as her belly visibly swelled. At first she merely felt full but soon she swore she could feel every pulsing blood vessel straining in her abdomen.
Sarah tried to help by rubbing her belly with lotion and kneading her gut to help spread the internal gel evenly. It was thoughtful but provided little relief. Soon anger surged and overrode her fear. She railed against these asinine ‘treatments’ and their medical pretensions hiding barbarism! But no matter how she raged and cried, the soulless machine continued to pump her ass full.
Jessica's blood pressure built as the strain expanded. Then suddenly she felt a wave of relief and a worrisome shifting made her wonder if her intestines had ruptured. Sarah chose that moment to inform her all was well and nor to be embarrassed at losing bladder control so soon
Fucking what? She wasn't dying yet but if she could die of embarrassment she might save them some trouble as she realized she'd passed herself. Her misery soon lifted somewhat though as a chirping machine announced her intestines full.
They took the IV out and gave her a glaringly pink band aid. She couldn't muster the will to be mad as she felt her retainer plug close and the hose retracted. Jessica felt bloated to the extreme and even with the collar she could still see her hugely distended belly sticking out like a massive pregnancy. She could literally feel it rest heavily atop her thighs.
Colors danced across her vision as she had to work to pull oxygen into her lungs. She sucked hard on the mouth tube and flared her nostrils wide. Slowly she seemed to find a new rhythm.
Of course that was when a new wave of nurses swarmed her. They muttered half coherently about wiring and connectivity. They ran tests on handheld devices at various points around the stage and chair. A few snatched pitying glances at her but most stayed focused.
“Okay! We're only ten minutes out people!”, shouted a new voice.
Multiple nurses seemed to miss a step but were all soon nodding and picking up their pace. Sarah gave a thumbs up after they'd finished.
“3's all set!”, she hollered back.
The curtains parted rapidly and Jessica was presented with three two-story mirrors. The wings angled slightly inwards and the center showing her transformation in all its glory.
She thought she was already at the peak of embarrassment but seeing herself clothed in metal, leather, rubber, and plastic was mind bendingly hard. Her five foot seven frame sat rigidly erect. Her eyes were clearly bloodshot and her belly looked 11months pregnant. Her diaper bulged between her splayed legs, already spotted with yellow. Her breasts were angry red and swollen past the crossed metal. Her nipples stood out, clamped and proud. Worst of all her eyes tracked wiring bundles of red, black, yellow, and orange positioned from the bottoms of the footrests and incrementally up the chair back.
Jessica watched, mesmerized, as Sarah helped lower a UFO shaped death helmet onto her bare pate. Cold metal and wet foam sponge squished down while an adjustable chin strap and facial harness was fitted to her skull. Now just her horrified eyes peered out above a partial nose guard. Tubes pushed into her nostrils began pumping air in.
It wasnt until this moment that she tested her bonds in earnest. She seemed to have the strength of a feather in a hurricane. Shaking, her attention returned to the mirror. She could see bustling near the curtains to her left around a different gel pump cart. A random woman stood further down with her eyes locked on a large digital clock.
Sarah snuck up behind her and for the first time leaned in close whispering like a schoolgirl.
“See that old timey phone way in the back? If that thing rings we have to stop immediately and answer. Only the High Court and Imperial Family have direct access. It happens occasionally but be wary, sometimes a ‘stay’ isnt all its cracked up to be…”
Ignoring the haunted look on Sarahs eyes, Jessica felt a renewed surge of HOPE! Thin but powerful, Jessica bent that sliver to willing it to ring. She stated so hard she almost missed the curtains beside her opening up.
The person strapped in next to her was much shorter and smaller. The chair dwarfed her and they clearly had to boost her up a bit. The diaper seemed to almost swallow the poor girl. And there was something off about her chest. Yes, squinting she could see a series of thin needles sticking out of full metal domes, more encompassing than her own.
Saline, they were using saline to pump up her flat breasts to accommodate the small bra. Even so, the strain on her chest looked intense, the skin looked to be almost stretched white instead of red. Then there was no missing the belly that stuck out from her frame as if a third of her body was about to grow a twin. The skin of her obliques was so tight, her ribs stuck our. Her chest rose and fell in short pinched gasps.
Jessica, of course, recognized this particular young woman as a fellow freshman exchange student, Meiling Li. She'd been so earnest in trying to make friends. She was so naive, Jessica felt a wave of guilt at recruiting her so easily. At the time it had seemed so harmless. Now shaven, dehumanized, and having a death helmet strapped to her skull, she was just another faceless victim of the system.
The final occupant was revealed shortly thereafter. The woman was bigger than Jessica and Mei Mei combined. She'd been a lacrosse star and their upper class woman Big Sister in the club. Her bra was larger and still the locked tissue bulged outwards. Everything else matched Jessica's situation, except her diaper was somehow still pristine white and she still had a decent tan. Jessica wrestled with feelings of envy.
As each woman's eyes drank in the scene, they surveyed each other. Nurses faded into the background as Katie glared gratefully around her, Mei filled hers with tears, and Jessica's always pulled back to that phone.
Sweat continually formed and dried in the circulating air. Jessica twisted slightly back and forth trying to find a little relief but really only managed to pinch herself and rustle the diaper.
“You look restless dear. Take some deep breaths and try counting heartbeats…that way you'll know your still alive!”
What bullshit infuriating advice! That of course she began doing. That and the tapping. All the women tapped. It was in fact noted that death chair occupants often tapped roughly the same beats per minute with their free fingers and toes. A tattoo of mortal fear?
Jessica watched the nurses remove Mei's breast needles but her distress clearly still remained acute. She also saw some commotion around Katie, and then saw the woman fitted with hand splay-mitts. It looked like she may have been scratching her palms open.
At one o'clock even, the air pressure changed and her ears popped. The air itself blew a little faster. The digital clock flashed a warning. Every nurse immediately moved off the stages leaving only a single youngish woman beside each chair. Anya stood proudly next to Mei. A short ginger with a pinched expression stood by Katie, and Sarah stood at ease next to Jessica.
Her attention tightened as the top half of the central mirror went blurry then cleared to reveal a wide audience of witnesses. Dismay widened in Jessica's eyes. She needed only seconds to find her baggy eyed lawyer, her pale mother, and her grim sister. Jessica desperately tried to turn her head and close her legs, but it was no use.
A severe looking older woman in a military uniform stepped forward, “Good afternoon, patients and guests, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Assistant Director Cain and I will be supervising today. May I present my three young apprentices who will be testing out of phase one today! I present Miss Ross, Miss Sterling, and Miss Hayes. The witnesses will now have a couple minutes to view the condemned as we seal the Vault.”
Never had there been a more mortifying awkward silence. Her lawyer seemed distracted but her sister Lana mouthed ‘love you’ while her mother wept. She figured this was the first time she'd seen her eldest in a diaper since she was a toddler. And now she was lewdly splayed and passing herself for all to see.
While Jessica's own mind tormented her, Roselyn Ross turned to Katie and formally bowed. Then with a weirdly robotic cant, she read off Katie's Warrant. Capital convictions of terroristic bombings of A.I. substations. Conspiracy to disrupt lawful governing. Collateral damage and the death toll. The list was extensive and shared by all three of then. “Katie Thomas you have been sentenced to death in the Mark VI Electric Chair. I will be your Executrix.”
Katie's perpetual glare turned fearful as Roselyn charged the helmet with fresh salt water, droplets running down her neck and ears. A quick brush of thick liquid over each eyelid and it was soon apparent her lids were glued open. Eye shields with dripping sponges flipped down from the front rim of her helmet, blocking sight only a millimeter from the cornea.
Katie began to moan pitifully, mitts slapping the armrests as Roselyn used the final head harness strap to thread the shields and press them tight, squishing directly into her eyes.
Roselyn checked the fit then was off the stage, “Charge Platform Alpha!”
A buzzing response filtered through the speakers from the A.I. mind, “Charging….charged.”
“Arm ports!”
“Alpha ports armed.”
Roselyn turned around, “ Katie Thomas, your chair is now armed, and you will be put to death via electrocution variant 2, we will bypass your heart and electrify your body until your brain waves cease. May you find repentance and peace in the After. Execute Cycle One!”
Pt 3
No verbal response came but all eyes locked on Katie as she lost any remaining composure and her diaper turned partially yellow. A deep thrumming Jessica could feel in her molars began to fill the space. In seconds a loud clicking emanated from the stage and Katie's body surged against her restraints. Every muscle from her belt down seemed to flex rigid.
Jessica's heart went cold at the thought of all the metal around and inside her own body, not to mention the cold metal on her feet. She watched Katie's body lock up for a few seconds, toes splayed wide, then about 3 seconds of relaxation before pulsing again. Urine seemed to spray with every ‘jump’, her strong tan legs beginning to redden like a light sunburn. She attempted to buck her hips in between but was heavily restrained. Her cries could occasionally be heard over the incessant clicking until she fully slumped after 30 seconds.
Roselyn walked up, made a few notes, and checked the vitals tracking system. She nodded once, frowned at Katie's sobbing, and retreated. Katie continued to fidget and let out an animalistic moan as Roselyn called for Cycle 2.
Katie's body surged again but this time the interval changed to a one on one off. The range also spread up to the bra. The metal device over the heart diligently protected the organ while breast tissue purple angrily and wisps of steam rose from the cups. The second on second off rate and greater range prevented any screaming, only the hiss of air up her nose and clicking could be heard.
Her whole body seemed to almost hiccup, to ‘bounce’ at the alternating current. Her swollen belly did indeed bounce and contract like it had a life of its own. The stretched skin also reddened quickly. Steam began to escape the leg gussets while her diaper continued to heat and fill. She almost seemed to try to stop-motion twisted away but she could only endure. She only bounced for 30 seconds but it seemed longer.
As she slumped and cooled, Roselyn approached. The moaning was weaker but her breathing was deeper, focus was clearly on getting more air. Her whole body continued to twitch and spasm. Even without the current her nerves were overloaded and muscles confused.
Cycle 3 came too soon for Katie. It was the same as the previous but with more electrons flowing. Jessica cringed as she watched Katie's nipples blacken and crack, the breasts themselves blistered and swelled. Blisters also formed over her stretched abdomen while her belly bounced and turned out jagged purplish veins, her blood seemingly coming to a boil.
Roselyn glowered in consternation as the leftmost nipple clamp prematurely loosened as the flesh burned. The misaligned contacts began throwing sparks and puffs of smoke.
The cycle was again only 30 seconds and Roselyn impatiently charged forward as soon as the flow ceased. The smell of cooked meat began to waft on the air before the fans kicked into higher gear. Katie could be heard breathing in short gasps, desperately trying not to move her tortured chest too much. Everywhere metal touched from the neck down had skin melted and stuck to it.
Roselyn pulled out a thin extendable rod with a small hook on the tip. She used it to carefully pull aside the plastic pants and release trapped steam. Then she carefully used a tool to close the left nipple clamp all the way shut. Every slight movement or adjustment caused rough yelps from Katie's head.
Roselyn moved with a purpose until finally, “4th is a go!”
No time wasted as the vaginal peat bloomed open and tore apart the canal. A car battery per second passed through the clitoral clamp and arced every few seconds to the G spot, then on to the anus where not even a retaining balloon could hold the sphincter from tearing open.
Red joined the yellow on the wetness indicator of the brief as her ass began to boil in earnest. The violence of this cycle somehow allowed her foot to slip from the Velcro. Spasms twisted it unnaturally and broke at the ankle. The clicking was fully joined by the audible sound of boiling liquid.
Katie's belly didn't so much bounce as jump and began breaking ribs on even her athletic body. It looked like it could burst any moment. Her breasts joined nipples in blackening. The motion eventually caused the outer skin to slip away in places and reveal raw red flesh and yellow fat to fry.
Roselyn stopped it after 30 seconds again. She stepped up and performed maintenance. Katie was breathing in irregular harsh gasps as blood leaked from around the nose guard.
The 5th cycle harbored something new as it began. Her body cooled while the current only entered the helmet. The eye plates and crown heated fast. Without her lungs paralyzed Katie moaned like a dying animal. Her eyes boiled as the current ran 8 on 2 off. By the third pulse Katie found her voice to screech as her right eye ballooned outward and burst. Burning viscous fluid tracked down her cheek, the green iris finally came to rest at the chin cup.
Jessica felt like she might vomit. Roselyn looked passed and conferred angrily with her nursing team in front of everyone. Katie was beyond listening or caring. Roselyn ordered a cycle adjustment and now Katie was frying from head to toe for a full 30 second on cycle. Her wrists both broke and the mitts curled inwards. Steam forced her plastic undergarments to balloon out. Her ribs pushed forward and her breast fat dripped onto her lap and belly.
Katie remained motionless after. Jessica cried and prayed but Katie still took one heaving bloody breath. Blood ran from her ears and eye shields. Steam rose from her crown but still she heaved life.
Roselyn only frowned harder, as if the chair were a misbehaving vehicle. She dutifully watched the erratic vitals and allowed the Steam pressure to ease. Until suddenly, “Repeat cycle now!”
Katie was taken for another half minute. Her brain lobes had enough boiling and gave in. Her heart stopped at 12 seconds and her brain waves flattened at 22.
Roselyn sighed a frustrated held breath and declared the warrant fulfilled. She ordered a 30 minute cooling before extraction.
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Several witnesses got up and left while Anya Sterling read Meilin's warrant. The slight woman wept uncontrollably and held her fingers up as far as the cuffs allowed, as if she could magically ward off her executioner.
Anya didn't mess around and quickly glued the eyelids open. As the first eye shield closed, Mei Mei began urinating in earnest. Anya paused a moment to look down at the widening stain the right back into the final eye. Jessica would never know what passed between the two in that moment but Anya flinched and rapidly swung the shield down and charged the helm with salt water. She tightened the last strap and Mei gasped as her eyes filled with irritating fluid.
Meilin balled her hands into fists and flexed her bare toes. Then the first cycle hit her lower half. Katie had a lot of mass to disperse the current. Meilin’s legs and crotch felt a more concentrated punishment at 3 on 1 off for 32 seconds total.
Meilin slumped twitching. Her hands went from splayed wide right back to a shaking fist. Her toenails actually cracked and bled a little. She wasn't taking the wait well. In fact she could be heard begging and pleading incoherently into the guard stuffed in her oral cavity. Anya obliged her and activated the second cycle.
The bouncing ride returned but for a new occupant. Her plugs thrust deep in and out her small frame while her skin reddened quickly. Her poor swollen breasts took the current better but still put off Steam. Her ribs were already under intense strain and shortly the 18 year old was well into deep sunburn territory.
The third cycle melted that skin and her belly already began splitting. They actually had to cut current early as her small wrist broke and slipped the cuff. Her palsied hand still clawed desperately toward the hot diaper.
Her heated flesh required special gloves and equipment to resecure the limb. Her whole body continued to shiver and spasm the whole time Anya worked. She cooled enough to eventually get her voice back and scream long and hard into the gag in between pained gasps.
Anya finally cracked and looked a little flustered but stuck to the script. She turned to Mei and apologized for the delay and responded to the repeated no’s with the start of the next cycle.
The pear bloomed inside her tiny vagina devastating the canal. The clitoral ring slipped and forced the little nub an extra inch outward. The whole nerve bundle imploded and followed in a wave of molten fire sensation.
Technically she orgasmed but any pleasure was drowned in pain from the damage. Her breasts shook like Meilin was attempting to shake them off her own chest. Both nipples burned away to reveal sparking craters. A pocket of saline heated too rapidly and blew the underside open.
Ribs poked up from purpling skin from the convulsions. For the first time during a rest, Meilin was quiet. She stirred somewhat as Anya vented her diapers. Blood and urine had been boiling her pelvis. After a few more seconds only those nearby could hear her trying to beg for death.
Anya muttered a denial and cycled up a river of electrons through her eyes and scalp. Anya opted for one on one off pulses for the skull. The violent fast pulses led to Mei attempting to flail as her left eye burst at 11 seconds and the other at 18. Despite the blinding, the fluid quickly hard boiled and sunk into the sockets putting more pressure on the brain instead of leaking out. Her head seemed to almost nod to a beat as it cooked.
Mindless bursts of shrieking met the soggy rustle of a rapidly fattening red and yellow diaper. Leather creaked but held as they turned into muffled cries.
For her part, Roselyn looked distinctly annoyed and Anya seemed to have regained her composure. In fact she even pushed the next cycle early. The dumb animal noise was replaced with machine like clicking and bubbling as Mei was electrocution top to bottom for 15 seconds.
Her other wrist pulled inward while fingers bent into claws. Her broken wrist twisted unnaturally further out of joint. There was a small popping sound, like popcorn, that they'd find was a outdated metal cavity filling that shot through her jawbone like a bullet. The mouth guard bloodied and shifted but held. The single long contraction caused her small ribs to collapse inwards. Blood poured liberally from her ears and consciousness and sanity flickered. When it finally cut, her muscles all remained locked, cramped tight. Blood vessels had burst and her belly was an enormous bruise. In fact electro gel and blood oozed from one side where a broken rib punctured intestine and skin.
This rest period was met with grim silence and pitiful blood bubbling breathing. The next cycle utterly snuffed her brain waves almost immediately. She slumped a final time after 15 seconds, looking like a hard boiled lobster.
As Anya confirmed the warrant and addressed the witnesses, Sarah put on an apologetic expression and turned to Jessica.
No! No no no no! The smell of pork filled Jessica's nostrils and she bore down on her plug and punishment pear trying anything to disrupt them. Mei Mei and Katie's corpses mocked her, both still steaming. Her own family forced themselves to turn to their young adult child, their sister, and mentally fortify themselves to watch her literally fry.
Sarah came up one last time and leaned in close, “Well honey it was nice meeting you, I was hoping that phone would ring. My cycle plan is aittle different from those traditionalists.” Sarah pretended to check the restraints. “ I like to make the most of that full belly. We'll get your bladder and intestines up to a steady internal boiling temperature. Oh, and I go for the eyes pretty early, that kind of pain is hard to endure and I think it enhances the experience.”
Jessica absolutely panicked and tried to struggle. It worked about as well as the first attempt. As Sarah grabbed the glue brush, the impossible occurred. Jessica thought she was hallucinating a phone ringing until Sarah pulled back in shock.
“What in the actual FUCK!?”, raged the Assistant Director losing her cool and marching up to the phone.
No verbal response came but all eyes locked on Katie as she lost any remaining composure and her diaper turned partially yellow. A deep thrumming Jessica could feel in her molars began to fill the space. In seconds a loud clicking emanated from the stage and Katie's body surged against her restraints. Every muscle from her belt down seemed to flex rigid.
Jessica's heart went cold at the thought of all the metal around and inside her own body, not to mention the cold metal on her feet. She watched Katie's body lock up for a few seconds, toes splayed wide, then about 3 seconds of relaxation before pulsing again. Urine seemed to spray with every ‘jump’, her strong tan legs beginning to redden like a light sunburn. She attempted to buck her hips in between but was heavily restrained. Her cries could occasionally be heard over the incessant clicking until she fully slumped after 30 seconds.
Roselyn walked up, made a few notes, and checked the vitals tracking system. She nodded once, frowned at Katie's sobbing, and retreated. Katie continued to fidget and let out an animalistic moan as Roselyn called for Cycle 2.
Katie's body surged again but this time the interval changed to a one on one off. The range also spread up to the bra. The metal device over the heart diligently protected the organ while breast tissue purple angrily and wisps of steam rose from the cups. The second on second off rate and greater range prevented any screaming, only the hiss of air up her nose and clicking could be heard.
Her whole body seemed to almost hiccup, to ‘bounce’ at the alternating current. Her swollen belly did indeed bounce and contract like it had a life of its own. The stretched skin also reddened quickly. Steam began to escape the leg gussets while her diaper continued to heat and fill. She almost seemed to try to stop-motion twisted away but she could only endure. She only bounced for 30 seconds but it seemed longer.
As she slumped and cooled, Roselyn approached. The moaning was weaker but her breathing was deeper, focus was clearly on getting more air. Her whole body continued to twitch and spasm. Even without the current her nerves were overloaded and muscles confused.
Cycle 3 came too soon for Katie. It was the same as the previous but with more electrons flowing. Jessica cringed as she watched Katie's nipples blacken and crack, the breasts themselves blistered and swelled. Blisters also formed over her stretched abdomen while her belly bounced and turned out jagged purplish veins, her blood seemingly coming to a boil.
Roselyn glowered in consternation as the leftmost nipple clamp prematurely loosened as the flesh burned. The misaligned contacts began throwing sparks and puffs of smoke.
The cycle was again only 30 seconds and Roselyn impatiently charged forward as soon as the flow ceased. The smell of cooked meat began to waft on the air before the fans kicked into higher gear. Katie could be heard breathing in short gasps, desperately trying not to move her tortured chest too much. Everywhere metal touched from the neck down had skin melted and stuck to it.
Roselyn pulled out a thin extendable rod with a small hook on the tip. She used it to carefully pull aside the plastic pants and release trapped steam. Then she carefully used a tool to close the left nipple clamp all the way shut. Every slight movement or adjustment caused rough yelps from Katie's head.
Roselyn moved with a purpose until finally, “4th is a go!”
No time wasted as the vaginal peat bloomed open and tore apart the canal. A car battery per second passed through the clitoral clamp and arced every few seconds to the G spot, then on to the anus where not even a retaining balloon could hold the sphincter from tearing open.
Red joined the yellow on the wetness indicator of the brief as her ass began to boil in earnest. The violence of this cycle somehow allowed her foot to slip from the Velcro. Spasms twisted it unnaturally and broke at the ankle. The clicking was fully joined by the audible sound of boiling liquid.
Katie's belly didn't so much bounce as jump and began breaking ribs on even her athletic body. It looked like it could burst any moment. Her breasts joined nipples in blackening. The motion eventually caused the outer skin to slip away in places and reveal raw red flesh and yellow fat to fry.
Roselyn stopped it after 30 seconds again. She stepped up and performed maintenance. Katie was breathing in irregular harsh gasps as blood leaked from around the nose guard.
The 5th cycle harbored something new as it began. Her body cooled while the current only entered the helmet. The eye plates and crown heated fast. Without her lungs paralyzed Katie moaned like a dying animal. Her eyes boiled as the current ran 8 on 2 off. By the third pulse Katie found her voice to screech as her right eye ballooned outward and burst. Burning viscous fluid tracked down her cheek, the green iris finally came to rest at the chin cup.
Jessica felt like she might vomit. Roselyn looked passed and conferred angrily with her nursing team in front of everyone. Katie was beyond listening or caring. Roselyn ordered a cycle adjustment and now Katie was frying from head to toe for a full 30 second on cycle. Her wrists both broke and the mitts curled inwards. Steam forced her plastic undergarments to balloon out. Her ribs pushed forward and her breast fat dripped onto her lap and belly.
Katie remained motionless after. Jessica cried and prayed but Katie still took one heaving bloody breath. Blood ran from her ears and eye shields. Steam rose from her crown but still she heaved life.
Roselyn only frowned harder, as if the chair were a misbehaving vehicle. She dutifully watched the erratic vitals and allowed the Steam pressure to ease. Until suddenly, “Repeat cycle now!”
Katie was taken for another half minute. Her brain lobes had enough boiling and gave in. Her heart stopped at 12 seconds and her brain waves flattened at 22.
Roselyn sighed a frustrated held breath and declared the warrant fulfilled. She ordered a 30 minute cooling before extraction.
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Several witnesses got up and left while Anya Sterling read Meilin's warrant. The slight woman wept uncontrollably and held her fingers up as far as the cuffs allowed, as if she could magically ward off her executioner.
Anya didn't mess around and quickly glued the eyelids open. As the first eye shield closed, Mei Mei began urinating in earnest. Anya paused a moment to look down at the widening stain the right back into the final eye. Jessica would never know what passed between the two in that moment but Anya flinched and rapidly swung the shield down and charged the helm with salt water. She tightened the last strap and Mei gasped as her eyes filled with irritating fluid.
Meilin balled her hands into fists and flexed her bare toes. Then the first cycle hit her lower half. Katie had a lot of mass to disperse the current. Meilin’s legs and crotch felt a more concentrated punishment at 3 on 1 off for 32 seconds total.
Meilin slumped twitching. Her hands went from splayed wide right back to a shaking fist. Her toenails actually cracked and bled a little. She wasn't taking the wait well. In fact she could be heard begging and pleading incoherently into the guard stuffed in her oral cavity. Anya obliged her and activated the second cycle.
The bouncing ride returned but for a new occupant. Her plugs thrust deep in and out her small frame while her skin reddened quickly. Her poor swollen breasts took the current better but still put off Steam. Her ribs were already under intense strain and shortly the 18 year old was well into deep sunburn territory.
The third cycle melted that skin and her belly already began splitting. They actually had to cut current early as her small wrist broke and slipped the cuff. Her palsied hand still clawed desperately toward the hot diaper.
Her heated flesh required special gloves and equipment to resecure the limb. Her whole body continued to shiver and spasm the whole time Anya worked. She cooled enough to eventually get her voice back and scream long and hard into the gag in between pained gasps.
Anya finally cracked and looked a little flustered but stuck to the script. She turned to Mei and apologized for the delay and responded to the repeated no’s with the start of the next cycle.
The pear bloomed inside her tiny vagina devastating the canal. The clitoral ring slipped and forced the little nub an extra inch outward. The whole nerve bundle imploded and followed in a wave of molten fire sensation.
Technically she orgasmed but any pleasure was drowned in pain from the damage. Her breasts shook like Meilin was attempting to shake them off her own chest. Both nipples burned away to reveal sparking craters. A pocket of saline heated too rapidly and blew the underside open.
Ribs poked up from purpling skin from the convulsions. For the first time during a rest, Meilin was quiet. She stirred somewhat as Anya vented her diapers. Blood and urine had been boiling her pelvis. After a few more seconds only those nearby could hear her trying to beg for death.
Anya muttered a denial and cycled up a river of electrons through her eyes and scalp. Anya opted for one on one off pulses for the skull. The violent fast pulses led to Mei attempting to flail as her left eye burst at 11 seconds and the other at 18. Despite the blinding, the fluid quickly hard boiled and sunk into the sockets putting more pressure on the brain instead of leaking out. Her head seemed to almost nod to a beat as it cooked.
Mindless bursts of shrieking met the soggy rustle of a rapidly fattening red and yellow diaper. Leather creaked but held as they turned into muffled cries.
For her part, Roselyn looked distinctly annoyed and Anya seemed to have regained her composure. In fact she even pushed the next cycle early. The dumb animal noise was replaced with machine like clicking and bubbling as Mei was electrocution top to bottom for 15 seconds.
Her other wrist pulled inward while fingers bent into claws. Her broken wrist twisted unnaturally further out of joint. There was a small popping sound, like popcorn, that they'd find was a outdated metal cavity filling that shot through her jawbone like a bullet. The mouth guard bloodied and shifted but held. The single long contraction caused her small ribs to collapse inwards. Blood poured liberally from her ears and consciousness and sanity flickered. When it finally cut, her muscles all remained locked, cramped tight. Blood vessels had burst and her belly was an enormous bruise. In fact electro gel and blood oozed from one side where a broken rib punctured intestine and skin.
This rest period was met with grim silence and pitiful blood bubbling breathing. The next cycle utterly snuffed her brain waves almost immediately. She slumped a final time after 15 seconds, looking like a hard boiled lobster.
As Anya confirmed the warrant and addressed the witnesses, Sarah put on an apologetic expression and turned to Jessica.
No! No no no no! The smell of pork filled Jessica's nostrils and she bore down on her plug and punishment pear trying anything to disrupt them. Mei Mei and Katie's corpses mocked her, both still steaming. Her own family forced themselves to turn to their young adult child, their sister, and mentally fortify themselves to watch her literally fry.
Sarah came up one last time and leaned in close, “Well honey it was nice meeting you, I was hoping that phone would ring. My cycle plan is aittle different from those traditionalists.” Sarah pretended to check the restraints. “ I like to make the most of that full belly. We'll get your bladder and intestines up to a steady internal boiling temperature. Oh, and I go for the eyes pretty early, that kind of pain is hard to endure and I think it enhances the experience.”
Jessica absolutely panicked and tried to struggle. It worked about as well as the first attempt. As Sarah grabbed the glue brush, the impossible occurred. Jessica thought she was hallucinating a phone ringing until Sarah pulled back in shock.
“What in the actual FUCK!?”, raged the Assistant Director losing her cool and marching up to the phone.
Part 4: Executed
Jessica's eyes were glued to the red phone, it's shrill call music to her ears, it was life, if just for a few extra seconds.
Assistant Director Cain almost ripped it off the wall but her red face drained to pale in less than a heartbeat. For a moment she froze, as if it were she who was being shocked to death. She sounded like she wanted to protest but her voice quickly took on an odd mechanical cadence. Then she hung up.
She stared at the phone a few moments then visibly gathered herself. Then she turned up all the way. Close the witness chamber, shut the curtains! She looked to be physically pained to do it but she issued Jessica a Stay of Execution.
Sarah looked dumbfounded and then weirdly embarrassed.
Cain continued, ‘scrape out those corpses, call in an emergency medical team, drain Swinns bowels, wind down the coils, start a new IV…
Jessica sat in shock. A wave of impossible relief nearly caused her to black out. She could just hear Sarah mutter a curse before beginning to quickly pull wires. She didn't realize it but unhealthy rumors were born around her. The dutiful cogs in the Machine slipped and desperately needed aid.
It took nearly a half hour to drain, unplug, unstrap, and unbind Jessica. And yet, nothing could get her down. Not the nauseating smells of cooked bodies, not the lingering soreness in her breasts and crotch, not even the loss of her dear friends. No, she had looked the Reaper in the eye, dressed up in pink, and survived. Nothing ever felt so good.
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Jessica was transferred to a temporary holding status. Sarah was pulled for other duties. Jessica had a few days lightly restrained in a hospital bed under a ‘No outside contact’ order.
At night she dreamed of reuniting with family. Of eating ice cream, kissing cute girls, and curling up with a mug of hot chocolate on cold nights. She would show she was rehabilitated, she'd take on new roles at school she'd show she was worthy of a second chance!
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Jessica came to after a particularly restful evening to be greeted with a drawl she'd only been hearing in her nightmares.
“Ohhh honey! Your intrepid lawyer man crossed the line.”, She leaned in as Jessica clamped her eyes shut. “Which means YOU crossed the line!”
Sarah giggled with the energy of a psychopath, the carefree air of a predator finally catching their prey after a long hungry chase. It was like the woman had completely lost her mind over this.
“I'll not ruin the surprise but,” Sarah slapped Jessica's leg, “It's going to be Awesome”
Jessica felt sick, and incredibly tired all of a sudden despite a full night's rest. She smelled the odor of burnt oranges before unwillingly falling unconscious.
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Jessica came around once more but wished she hadn't. She'd been stripped nude, catheterized, and lay on a familiar gyno table. Reality flickered, but she felt an I.V. go in, the horrid rubber bra with crushing metal cups over her still sore tits.
It wasnt until her eyes wandered over and caught a glimpse of Sarah playing with a Punishment Pear. Sarahs eyes stayed locked on Jessica's with a mischievous smile as the Pear bloomed open in her hands and the metal on metal ratcheting crunch fully extended it before a twist and it folding back to its smaller more innocuous form.
Sarah's poisonous accent attempted to soothe but only succeeded in annoying her. Jessica wouldn't be fooled twice. But there was ultimately nothing she could do as the nurses lubed her up and forced the modernized copper device down her love tunnel once more. At this point she'd been fucked by torture tools more than the one time her girlfriend insisted on trying strap on. Such beautiful memories now over written by horror.
“Ungh,” she grunted into the leather muzzle harness belted to her face. At least they hadn't shaved her scalp again. The itching had been awful.
“Bear down little mama!”
God, Sarah wasn't even trying to mask her trashy roots. What could possibly make her this happy?
Jessica grunted again as the Pear tapped her already bruised cervix. She outright screeched, though, as they guided a second Pear up her rectum. It tunneled inside her back passage with a lot more discomfort than the Hollow Plug from the first time.
The infernal clit collar was back. Jessica cried from deep within her psyche as a smirking Sarah used the sonic wand to rip an involuntary orgasm from her and collar her clit. Why hadn't they done this before fitting the Pears? Her natural lady juices would've made it easier.
Then she realized. Sarah didn't want it to be easier. She wants revenge, to rip Jessica apart physically and mentally. She wants to deconstruct her hope and happiness. She wants to feed on the humiliation and pain.
Was it really so personal? Had she somehow hurt Sarah more than she knew? Or was it because she saw the devil through its mask? And that was not something to be tolerated.
The retaining metallic underwear went on as before. They bit into her hips and crotch as only an automated machine could. Something felt off this time but she couldn't pin it down. So instead she took deep breaths and counted heartbeats.
They didn't take her to a studio, there was no pretty dress and wig. In fact they simply wheeled her to an elevator and took her up. Up to the Black Diamond chambers.
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Jessica sweated, then sweated some more as they slipped a soft cloth hood over her head on the way up. Her breath heated the already humid hood, while fans cooled her flushed skin. She could feel when they arrived. The air pressure was different. And the pressure of Sarah's rubber gloved hand on her shoulder tightened.
As they guided her from the wheelchair, Jessica's hopelessness gave way to the same instinctual fear of an animal bring led to slaughter. Unfortunately these were no pushover nurses. These nurses were tough, well trained women, and they simply half carried her onto a short stage. Her feet felt tile become cool metal.
Instead of seating her in a chair, this time they laid her back onto a cold metal surface. The metal was only about a foot wide and she could feel open air to either side. She recognized the texture of padded leather cuffs as they strapped her wrists down at 90 degrees perpendicular from her body in both directions. It was almost like being tugged between two people.
She both heard and felt her metal panties clank softly against the metallic table. She could feel her ankles being held together and secured. Stretchy rubber cords locked both sides of her belt to the edges of the surface. They used molded magnetic blocks to clamp her head in place just after pulling the hood. Straps quickly secured her entire skull rigidly in place. All she could see was a bank of lights on the ceiling and guess the room was much smaller than the one before. She felt one more block slide under her forcefully and despite being bound at the ankles, her crotch was thrust upward, as if presenting it to all.
Fingers and masked faces soon entered her view. Surprisingly they began to unsnap her muzzles mouth plate. As she took a deep breath to beg, they expertly shoved a dental gag between her teeth and ratcheted it wide. It reminded her most unpleasantly of years of visits to the orthodontist. Having rich parents fix her teeth didn't negate the misery of braces. Now a similar sentiment struck her.
As Jessica worked to keep saliva out of her airways. The bustle around her finally slowed.
“Miss Swinn, can you hear me?”, an older female voice addressed her.
Jessica grunted.
“Do you mind if I call you Jessica?”
Again she grunted, and it was somehow taken in the affirmative.
“Oh excellent! My name is Agatha Mordigast and I've been with the Directorate for longer than any other active doctor. Jessica are you aware of the gambit your lawyer attempted?”
This grunt was decidedly negative. This old lady seemed to have her attention captured the same way a snake locks down the gaze of its prey. There was something deeper and far more dangerous in this voice. It wasnt the mad mania of Sarah, but almost a foregone inevitably, as if the world twisted to her will regularly.
“He's been disciplined of course, but the System has always been easier on men… Well you see, he forged a simple blood test. The test claimed your heritage was that of a long lost bloodline. A royal bloodline.”
Jessica's heart turned to ice. Morningstar spoke of an unthinkable taboo. Even in this day and age, no one dared cross the Imperial Family.
“ I hope it will cheer you up to know that I castrated and hung him just last night. Men have no clue about suffering…” she paused, seemingly lost in thought.
Jessica willed herself to die. Take her back to the chair! Please, please let her heart stop now. This situation was so, so, bad. Her mother had wanted a younger lawyer, someone with something to prove, a risk taker, a shark!
“Shall we get on with it then? We've got Apprentice Hayes here with us in that signature pink of hers. Did you know she's been given a lucky second chance to complete her phase one's!”
Sarah leaned into her view. She looked for all the world like a grateful, eager student. She pulled a rolling tray close. Jessica almost expected a dental bib.
“Ahem, Jessica Swinn, you lay here in one of the most infamous prestigious Death Chambers. Your family, witnesses, including a representative from the Imperial Family, will be joining us via V.R. Booths.”
“Now Jessica you've been convicted of everything from terrorism to treason. The big T's are capital offenses of course, but it's not often someone obtains more than one. It seems you are quite an awful individual.”
“But! For this you've been sentenced to death. For treason against the Imperial Family, your penalty level has gone from Low 3 to High 9. I personally vow to walk you through the proper procedure one step at a time, provide you with explanations for punishments, and hopefully assist you in finding ultimate penitence. Which is really what we're all about.”
“First I'll stick this pad to your jaw bone right here, it'll be slightly disorienting at first, but you should be able to hear my voice…no matter how distracted you become.”
“To begin, we will start with a miniature procedure.”
Jessica began to hyperventilate as she watched the calm woman beckon to Sarah, who had an almost rapturous look in her eye, and pass a gleaming scalpel. Agatha had storm Grey eyes and was really only in her 50s or so, but she worse enough thick rubberized gear that the smell alone made Jessica's head swim.
Sarah rolled her tray into position, then maneuvered a spoon like device under Jessica's tongue, squeezed, and it clamped down before pulling the wet muscle out taut.
“For speaking out against the Law. The Law takes the offending appendage.”
The scalpel visibly turned blueish white along sn incredibly thin edge. Sarah stuck a suction tube in Jessica's mouth as Agatha came in close and Bagan slicing at the base of her oral cavity with the confident soreness of a sushi master.
Jessica didn't even feel it at first, the laser scalpel cut and cauterized instantly. It wasnt until the smell of cooking meat hit her nostrils that her brain caught up and she began to scream. The suction tube turned red, smoke wiped from her mouth snd stars floated across her vision as they sliced into her mouth meat.
It wasnt even just the tip! Agatha methodically stripped her taste buds before slicing delicately through tough muscle. The white hot pain came not from the blade but the constant pulling tension as it was slowly ripped from her mouth incrementally every second.
Agatha was a consummate professional and her words did in fact reverberate up Jessica's jaw bone, bypassing her ears, clear as day.
“There we go see? One step done already, you're a real trooper.”
Her cheer was lost on Jessica as her horrified eyes tracked the severed muscle that had once been hers. She gave it a mournful wail as it was plopped unceremoniously in Sarahs medical waste pan with a wet splat.
Her mouth felt like she'd chugged a whole pot of molten hot coffee and chased it with sand. And now it was hollow, and so, so, empty. The tongue is a deceptively large muscle and her custom of testing pained areas in her mouth with her tongue had been totally eradicated, but her brain couldn't seem to stop her from trying over and over.
Agatha's voice shortly cut through the haze, gods, there was more to come! “ …and it is an insult fir you to gaze upon the magnificent….”
Jessica should've paid closet attention to brace herself because she was utterly unprepared when they clamped her left eyelid and poked a sharp needle through it. The experience of having her eyes sewn shut was a different sort of pain. Agatha was instructing her in the wide diversity of suffering while she taught Sarah how to stitch.
It was akin to having wasps sting her slowly and evenly around her eye socket. I'd she hadn't already been sobbing. She was now definitely weeping bloody, irritating teats.
The pain of thick steel thread pulling through her sensitive facial skin, caused her to just barely neglect the slick sharp sensation of having her ears cut off. She only truly took notice when they punctured her ear drums with something akin to pipe cleaners. Her world immediately became quiet darkness, pain, abs Agatha's accursed voice. Then with no warning they shot a blast of superheated steam up Jessica's nostrils. Insanity bled in at the edges. She began to dissociate…
Jessica wallowed in sensory deprivation, only her sense of touch remained, and it was a living he'll atop her shoulders. Just ad she felt herself going faint, she felt a sharp pain in her arm and ice cols reality crashed into her mind.
She heralded her return with a fresh bellowing scream as the drugs took effect. Her skull had been released from the clamps, and at the same time cold air traveled her punished mouth and nostrils. Then her body weight shifted and she felt a change. She was slowly becoming vertical.
Being upright didn't agree with her. Worse she pinpointed activity below. Her vaginal plate had been opened with a special tool. She hadn't known that was possible. Then she felt a familiar clamping. She begged incoherently and her eyelids pulled to no avail as the hated scalpel removed her clitoral hood and flayed her labia. Her catheter was suddenly loose and slipping out. Jessica promptly urinated onto her freshly revealed skin layer. She was in he'll. She was in Hell and the devil was punishing her for being a sinful lesbian. Delirium swept in shortly after the thought.
“Breathe deep Jessica dear, I'm going to use the robotic nail gun to finish crucifying you. Then maybe we can nix some of those sweaty leather cuffs!”
Wait. What? Thought Jessica on almost a delirious delay as metal bolts violently shot into her wrists and feet with a disturbingly regular cadence. Each bolt was like a Supreme insult to her nerves, muscles, AND bones. Metal scraped bone, punctured muscle, and caused her nerves to cause shooting pains up and down her limbs. Her fingers and toes became as monstrous twisted claws, only twitching at her commands.
The agony doubled as they removed the leather cuffs support. Her tortured flesh rotated on the bolts as her own body weight turned on four focused points.
Despite the incredible increase in pain, Jessica couldn't scream, wail, moan, or even grunt. In fact, she couldn't fucking breathe! Her lizard brain took over and forced her to rise from a slump to a point where her own ribcage wasn't crushing her lungs. She'd pulled herself up by bolts alone, and despite the rainbow of pain, she was forced out of the fog to focus and suck down that wonderful life giving air.
“...and the last step…electro crucifi…mercy on your soul…”
The deep thrumming hum that haunted her the past week filled the room.
“...do you mind…leather hood? Poor Sarah here vomited…”
The final agony pulsed as she shook her head negative (let them see), bloody saliva flying, as electrons entered through rapidly blooming Pears deep within her and exited anywhere any part of her ruined body made the horrible mistake of touching the cross. Even fully elevated her steaming body danced as it left through the bolts in her wrists.
Her organs cooked steadily while her birth canal and rectum cauterized, expanded, tore, and cauterized again. Her bladder imploded and dumped its wet salty mess into her pelvic cavity. Her intestines shifted lower as her rectum was sundered and lethal levels of feces entered into her overheated blood stream.
At this point, what was left of Jessica was experiencing a transcendent moment of pain provided clarity. The sheer agony burst her heart before the current, blood loss, or fecal poison could so anything more. Unfortunately her moment of enlightenment was fleeting and she turned into a flailing living corpse as her brain waves took a couple minutes to realize she was dead.
“I declare the Execution of Jessica Swinn fullfilled.”
Jessica's eyes were glued to the red phone, it's shrill call music to her ears, it was life, if just for a few extra seconds.
Assistant Director Cain almost ripped it off the wall but her red face drained to pale in less than a heartbeat. For a moment she froze, as if it were she who was being shocked to death. She sounded like she wanted to protest but her voice quickly took on an odd mechanical cadence. Then she hung up.
She stared at the phone a few moments then visibly gathered herself. Then she turned up all the way. Close the witness chamber, shut the curtains! She looked to be physically pained to do it but she issued Jessica a Stay of Execution.
Sarah looked dumbfounded and then weirdly embarrassed.
Cain continued, ‘scrape out those corpses, call in an emergency medical team, drain Swinns bowels, wind down the coils, start a new IV…
Jessica sat in shock. A wave of impossible relief nearly caused her to black out. She could just hear Sarah mutter a curse before beginning to quickly pull wires. She didn't realize it but unhealthy rumors were born around her. The dutiful cogs in the Machine slipped and desperately needed aid.
It took nearly a half hour to drain, unplug, unstrap, and unbind Jessica. And yet, nothing could get her down. Not the nauseating smells of cooked bodies, not the lingering soreness in her breasts and crotch, not even the loss of her dear friends. No, she had looked the Reaper in the eye, dressed up in pink, and survived. Nothing ever felt so good.
‐—---------
Jessica was transferred to a temporary holding status. Sarah was pulled for other duties. Jessica had a few days lightly restrained in a hospital bed under a ‘No outside contact’ order.
At night she dreamed of reuniting with family. Of eating ice cream, kissing cute girls, and curling up with a mug of hot chocolate on cold nights. She would show she was rehabilitated, she'd take on new roles at school she'd show she was worthy of a second chance!
—---------------
Jessica came to after a particularly restful evening to be greeted with a drawl she'd only been hearing in her nightmares.
“Ohhh honey! Your intrepid lawyer man crossed the line.”, She leaned in as Jessica clamped her eyes shut. “Which means YOU crossed the line!”
Sarah giggled with the energy of a psychopath, the carefree air of a predator finally catching their prey after a long hungry chase. It was like the woman had completely lost her mind over this.
“I'll not ruin the surprise but,” Sarah slapped Jessica's leg, “It's going to be Awesome”
Jessica felt sick, and incredibly tired all of a sudden despite a full night's rest. She smelled the odor of burnt oranges before unwillingly falling unconscious.
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Jessica came around once more but wished she hadn't. She'd been stripped nude, catheterized, and lay on a familiar gyno table. Reality flickered, but she felt an I.V. go in, the horrid rubber bra with crushing metal cups over her still sore tits.
It wasnt until her eyes wandered over and caught a glimpse of Sarah playing with a Punishment Pear. Sarahs eyes stayed locked on Jessica's with a mischievous smile as the Pear bloomed open in her hands and the metal on metal ratcheting crunch fully extended it before a twist and it folding back to its smaller more innocuous form.
Sarah's poisonous accent attempted to soothe but only succeeded in annoying her. Jessica wouldn't be fooled twice. But there was ultimately nothing she could do as the nurses lubed her up and forced the modernized copper device down her love tunnel once more. At this point she'd been fucked by torture tools more than the one time her girlfriend insisted on trying strap on. Such beautiful memories now over written by horror.
“Ungh,” she grunted into the leather muzzle harness belted to her face. At least they hadn't shaved her scalp again. The itching had been awful.
“Bear down little mama!”
God, Sarah wasn't even trying to mask her trashy roots. What could possibly make her this happy?
Jessica grunted again as the Pear tapped her already bruised cervix. She outright screeched, though, as they guided a second Pear up her rectum. It tunneled inside her back passage with a lot more discomfort than the Hollow Plug from the first time.
The infernal clit collar was back. Jessica cried from deep within her psyche as a smirking Sarah used the sonic wand to rip an involuntary orgasm from her and collar her clit. Why hadn't they done this before fitting the Pears? Her natural lady juices would've made it easier.
Then she realized. Sarah didn't want it to be easier. She wants revenge, to rip Jessica apart physically and mentally. She wants to deconstruct her hope and happiness. She wants to feed on the humiliation and pain.
Was it really so personal? Had she somehow hurt Sarah more than she knew? Or was it because she saw the devil through its mask? And that was not something to be tolerated.
The retaining metallic underwear went on as before. They bit into her hips and crotch as only an automated machine could. Something felt off this time but she couldn't pin it down. So instead she took deep breaths and counted heartbeats.
They didn't take her to a studio, there was no pretty dress and wig. In fact they simply wheeled her to an elevator and took her up. Up to the Black Diamond chambers.
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Jessica sweated, then sweated some more as they slipped a soft cloth hood over her head on the way up. Her breath heated the already humid hood, while fans cooled her flushed skin. She could feel when they arrived. The air pressure was different. And the pressure of Sarah's rubber gloved hand on her shoulder tightened.
As they guided her from the wheelchair, Jessica's hopelessness gave way to the same instinctual fear of an animal bring led to slaughter. Unfortunately these were no pushover nurses. These nurses were tough, well trained women, and they simply half carried her onto a short stage. Her feet felt tile become cool metal.
Instead of seating her in a chair, this time they laid her back onto a cold metal surface. The metal was only about a foot wide and she could feel open air to either side. She recognized the texture of padded leather cuffs as they strapped her wrists down at 90 degrees perpendicular from her body in both directions. It was almost like being tugged between two people.
She both heard and felt her metal panties clank softly against the metallic table. She could feel her ankles being held together and secured. Stretchy rubber cords locked both sides of her belt to the edges of the surface. They used molded magnetic blocks to clamp her head in place just after pulling the hood. Straps quickly secured her entire skull rigidly in place. All she could see was a bank of lights on the ceiling and guess the room was much smaller than the one before. She felt one more block slide under her forcefully and despite being bound at the ankles, her crotch was thrust upward, as if presenting it to all.
Fingers and masked faces soon entered her view. Surprisingly they began to unsnap her muzzles mouth plate. As she took a deep breath to beg, they expertly shoved a dental gag between her teeth and ratcheted it wide. It reminded her most unpleasantly of years of visits to the orthodontist. Having rich parents fix her teeth didn't negate the misery of braces. Now a similar sentiment struck her.
As Jessica worked to keep saliva out of her airways. The bustle around her finally slowed.
“Miss Swinn, can you hear me?”, an older female voice addressed her.
Jessica grunted.
“Do you mind if I call you Jessica?”
Again she grunted, and it was somehow taken in the affirmative.
“Oh excellent! My name is Agatha Mordigast and I've been with the Directorate for longer than any other active doctor. Jessica are you aware of the gambit your lawyer attempted?”
This grunt was decidedly negative. This old lady seemed to have her attention captured the same way a snake locks down the gaze of its prey. There was something deeper and far more dangerous in this voice. It wasnt the mad mania of Sarah, but almost a foregone inevitably, as if the world twisted to her will regularly.
“He's been disciplined of course, but the System has always been easier on men… Well you see, he forged a simple blood test. The test claimed your heritage was that of a long lost bloodline. A royal bloodline.”
Jessica's heart turned to ice. Morningstar spoke of an unthinkable taboo. Even in this day and age, no one dared cross the Imperial Family.
“ I hope it will cheer you up to know that I castrated and hung him just last night. Men have no clue about suffering…” she paused, seemingly lost in thought.
Jessica willed herself to die. Take her back to the chair! Please, please let her heart stop now. This situation was so, so, bad. Her mother had wanted a younger lawyer, someone with something to prove, a risk taker, a shark!
“Shall we get on with it then? We've got Apprentice Hayes here with us in that signature pink of hers. Did you know she's been given a lucky second chance to complete her phase one's!”
Sarah leaned into her view. She looked for all the world like a grateful, eager student. She pulled a rolling tray close. Jessica almost expected a dental bib.
“Ahem, Jessica Swinn, you lay here in one of the most infamous prestigious Death Chambers. Your family, witnesses, including a representative from the Imperial Family, will be joining us via V.R. Booths.”
“Now Jessica you've been convicted of everything from terrorism to treason. The big T's are capital offenses of course, but it's not often someone obtains more than one. It seems you are quite an awful individual.”
“But! For this you've been sentenced to death. For treason against the Imperial Family, your penalty level has gone from Low 3 to High 9. I personally vow to walk you through the proper procedure one step at a time, provide you with explanations for punishments, and hopefully assist you in finding ultimate penitence. Which is really what we're all about.”
“First I'll stick this pad to your jaw bone right here, it'll be slightly disorienting at first, but you should be able to hear my voice…no matter how distracted you become.”
“To begin, we will start with a miniature procedure.”
Jessica began to hyperventilate as she watched the calm woman beckon to Sarah, who had an almost rapturous look in her eye, and pass a gleaming scalpel. Agatha had storm Grey eyes and was really only in her 50s or so, but she worse enough thick rubberized gear that the smell alone made Jessica's head swim.
Sarah rolled her tray into position, then maneuvered a spoon like device under Jessica's tongue, squeezed, and it clamped down before pulling the wet muscle out taut.
“For speaking out against the Law. The Law takes the offending appendage.”
The scalpel visibly turned blueish white along sn incredibly thin edge. Sarah stuck a suction tube in Jessica's mouth as Agatha came in close and Bagan slicing at the base of her oral cavity with the confident soreness of a sushi master.
Jessica didn't even feel it at first, the laser scalpel cut and cauterized instantly. It wasnt until the smell of cooking meat hit her nostrils that her brain caught up and she began to scream. The suction tube turned red, smoke wiped from her mouth snd stars floated across her vision as they sliced into her mouth meat.
It wasnt even just the tip! Agatha methodically stripped her taste buds before slicing delicately through tough muscle. The white hot pain came not from the blade but the constant pulling tension as it was slowly ripped from her mouth incrementally every second.
Agatha was a consummate professional and her words did in fact reverberate up Jessica's jaw bone, bypassing her ears, clear as day.
“There we go see? One step done already, you're a real trooper.”
Her cheer was lost on Jessica as her horrified eyes tracked the severed muscle that had once been hers. She gave it a mournful wail as it was plopped unceremoniously in Sarahs medical waste pan with a wet splat.
Her mouth felt like she'd chugged a whole pot of molten hot coffee and chased it with sand. And now it was hollow, and so, so, empty. The tongue is a deceptively large muscle and her custom of testing pained areas in her mouth with her tongue had been totally eradicated, but her brain couldn't seem to stop her from trying over and over.
Agatha's voice shortly cut through the haze, gods, there was more to come! “ …and it is an insult fir you to gaze upon the magnificent….”
Jessica should've paid closet attention to brace herself because she was utterly unprepared when they clamped her left eyelid and poked a sharp needle through it. The experience of having her eyes sewn shut was a different sort of pain. Agatha was instructing her in the wide diversity of suffering while she taught Sarah how to stitch.
It was akin to having wasps sting her slowly and evenly around her eye socket. I'd she hadn't already been sobbing. She was now definitely weeping bloody, irritating teats.
The pain of thick steel thread pulling through her sensitive facial skin, caused her to just barely neglect the slick sharp sensation of having her ears cut off. She only truly took notice when they punctured her ear drums with something akin to pipe cleaners. Her world immediately became quiet darkness, pain, abs Agatha's accursed voice. Then with no warning they shot a blast of superheated steam up Jessica's nostrils. Insanity bled in at the edges. She began to dissociate…
Jessica wallowed in sensory deprivation, only her sense of touch remained, and it was a living he'll atop her shoulders. Just ad she felt herself going faint, she felt a sharp pain in her arm and ice cols reality crashed into her mind.
She heralded her return with a fresh bellowing scream as the drugs took effect. Her skull had been released from the clamps, and at the same time cold air traveled her punished mouth and nostrils. Then her body weight shifted and she felt a change. She was slowly becoming vertical.
Being upright didn't agree with her. Worse she pinpointed activity below. Her vaginal plate had been opened with a special tool. She hadn't known that was possible. Then she felt a familiar clamping. She begged incoherently and her eyelids pulled to no avail as the hated scalpel removed her clitoral hood and flayed her labia. Her catheter was suddenly loose and slipping out. Jessica promptly urinated onto her freshly revealed skin layer. She was in he'll. She was in Hell and the devil was punishing her for being a sinful lesbian. Delirium swept in shortly after the thought.
“Breathe deep Jessica dear, I'm going to use the robotic nail gun to finish crucifying you. Then maybe we can nix some of those sweaty leather cuffs!”
Wait. What? Thought Jessica on almost a delirious delay as metal bolts violently shot into her wrists and feet with a disturbingly regular cadence. Each bolt was like a Supreme insult to her nerves, muscles, AND bones. Metal scraped bone, punctured muscle, and caused her nerves to cause shooting pains up and down her limbs. Her fingers and toes became as monstrous twisted claws, only twitching at her commands.
The agony doubled as they removed the leather cuffs support. Her tortured flesh rotated on the bolts as her own body weight turned on four focused points.
Despite the incredible increase in pain, Jessica couldn't scream, wail, moan, or even grunt. In fact, she couldn't fucking breathe! Her lizard brain took over and forced her to rise from a slump to a point where her own ribcage wasn't crushing her lungs. She'd pulled herself up by bolts alone, and despite the rainbow of pain, she was forced out of the fog to focus and suck down that wonderful life giving air.
“...and the last step…electro crucifi…mercy on your soul…”
The deep thrumming hum that haunted her the past week filled the room.
“...do you mind…leather hood? Poor Sarah here vomited…”
The final agony pulsed as she shook her head negative (let them see), bloody saliva flying, as electrons entered through rapidly blooming Pears deep within her and exited anywhere any part of her ruined body made the horrible mistake of touching the cross. Even fully elevated her steaming body danced as it left through the bolts in her wrists.
Her organs cooked steadily while her birth canal and rectum cauterized, expanded, tore, and cauterized again. Her bladder imploded and dumped its wet salty mess into her pelvic cavity. Her intestines shifted lower as her rectum was sundered and lethal levels of feces entered into her overheated blood stream.
At this point, what was left of Jessica was experiencing a transcendent moment of pain provided clarity. The sheer agony burst her heart before the current, blood loss, or fecal poison could so anything more. Unfortunately her moment of enlightenment was fleeting and she turned into a flailing living corpse as her brain waves took a couple minutes to realize she was dead.
“I declare the Execution of Jessica Swinn fullfilled.”
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