I get to keep my hair! Yay! Thank you! Now just make the electric chair go away, please.
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Barb Time-travels...
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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I get to keep my hair! Yay! Thank you! Now just make the electric chair go away, please.
shastar
Tribune
I sincerely doubt it you murderous bitch!!!
If it's Joan Tree I am accused of murdering .. I want to plead "justifiable homicide" 
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Plea all you wish... should Barb be basted before she fries on the electric chair???View attachment 398877 If it's Joan Tree I am accused of murdering .. I want to plead "justifiable homicide"
shastar
Tribune
Do I get any say on that?
Oh, come on Barb, it could be worse. They refused my proposal, no matter my 'Professional skills'
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Oh, that's a classic, she has a lot of photo sets on errotica-archives, I have been a member there for years
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Yeah, but I doubt she comes close to seeing 40 in this thread...Great chapter Tree!
Forty? That's young
Tree
"Don't let him act sad. Tree is fucking bastard- Ulrika
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Oh certainly madam, will you have HP sauce or tomato ketchup with your fry-up?
I prefer "tar tar" or a touch of malt vinegar with my Fish and Chips!
I thought I was to be executed at 12:01 AM but that was when I am taken from my cell. I get to the execution chamber at 12:30 AM. The walk was punctuated with lewd taunts as I passed the cells of men on death row. One of them yelled “Hey Officer, take a video of her frying. I want to see her tits jiggle when she gets ‘juiced’!”
“You got it honey” Jane Tree replied. ‘Just fucking great’ I think. I endure more of the same with each cell I am brought past. The guards neither discourage the other convicts nor pick up the pace to get me out of the cellblock quickly. Once out I am led down a long corridor when the three of stop a steel door. Jane Tree pressed a button and says to the intercom “Office Tree with condemned prisoner Barbara Moore.”
A voice crackles over the speaker “One moment.”
My knees grow weak when I hear the words ‘condemned prisoner Barbara Moore.’ I know I did all I could so I wouldn’t grow old in prison but now the reality of really facing death I wonder the wisdom of my decision. I fall against the male guard as I hear thick metal pins retract from the door and it swings open with hiss.
But before me is not the electric chair but a short wide hall. The wall to my right is a door similar to the one I just came through. At the other end of the hall are doors on the right and left wall. Directly in front of me is yet another steel door with black block letters spelling out ‘EXECUTION CHAMBER’ and a small window with bulletproof glass. Burly male guards bracket the door. As I am forced towards it Jane Tree almost cheerfully says “Dead cunt walking- open the door, gentlemen!” Each with a separate key they unlock two of deadbolt locks with Jane leaving my side to release the third lock. She grunts as she pulls the thick door open and nearly faint when I peer in and see the sturdy electric chair.
Jane grabs my arm and I am propelled into the room. With a heavy thud the door slams behind me at two of the three lock are bolted from the outside. Before me is heavy chair. To my left is a large electric panel, the massive switch that will be thrown to kill me and a red phone that is my sole remaining hope! And there clock that shows it is 1:38 AM. Without intervention it is only 23 minutes before the damn switch is pulled! To the right is a stainless steel gurney with a folded sheet covering part of it. I shiver as I think it there for my body!
Jane Tree says “Take your jacket off and shoes off, Barb!”
I hesitate and she says “You can do it yourself or we will do it for you.”
I take the shoes off and hand them to Jane who tosses them on the gurney. As I pull the jacket off I see the window with the 12 official witnesses. I think I am going to have strip before dozen older men but when I hand Jane the jacket the male guard pushes me forward, turns me around and sits my tight little into the chair and he and Jane prepare to strap me to chair.
I am too dazed to even consider flight but in moments it is a moot point!
As he tightens the leather strap over my right wrist Jane pushes my ankle into a notch in a thick wood beam and buckles yet another strap further immobilizing me.
Jane pushes the dress up my left thigh and peels the stocking from my leg saying “I want to smell you fry, not silk stockings!”
1:45 AM
She pushes my bare leg into a notch like my right leg is already strapped into and while she secures my right ankle the other guard pulls a strap over my throat and buckles it.
I can no longer see my legs beyond my knees but I feel the thick cold copper plate against the back of my left calf and she painfully tightens two straps to fasten it to my leg.
Jane Tree asks for the eye covers. The other guard looks on the gurney and says “Crap, I forgot them! I’ll go get them.”
“We don’t have time. It’s only ten minutes until you throw the switch” Jane says
“What happens if her eyes pop out” he asks.
My eyes pop out… is he joking? Jane lifts my chin and smiles cruelly at me and says “I have idea.”
She takes the stocking that she had removed from my leg and stretches it over my head. Then with 10 minutes to go they work to fix the electrodes to my head. then the male guard picks up the red and says “The prisoner is prepared for execution.”
Then the male guard picks up the red phone and says “The prisoner is prepared for execution.”
They may be done with their work but I would hardly say I am prepared! To my humiliation and surprise Jane grabs the top of my dress and bares my breasts. ‘What fuck is this’ I wonder. As if she read my mind Jane says “Your fellow death row convicts want to see your tits dance when we ‘juice’ you. It’s the least we can do for them, right?”
She learns towards me and whispers “Don’t expect a reprieve, cunt. I slept with the governor the other night and convinced her how devastated I am over Joan’s murder.”
She sees the guard reach for the switch and start to throw it. Just before he completes the circuit Jane yells “Stop! This bitch has 3 minutes to go!”
She looks at me and says “Use you last 180 as best you can before the fun begins, Barbara Moore.”
I look down as far as the thick strap about my neck lets me and see my bared nipples become tumescent not from desire but fear and cold air as cool air is pushed into the execution chamber while an exhaust fan somewhere above my head sucks the chilled air over my body. I feel the back of my thighs and tight little get warm and wet as my bladder lets go…
-Barb
Tree
shastar
Tribune
pleasantries were ever you are... Tree sleeps...
Sizzle Sizzle ... Jiggle Jiggle
I think I lost it when I got to the line: "... And see my bared nipples become tumescent ... "
This was really good Tree!
A splendid piece of what I call "thick description" writing ... ReAlly well done!
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Barb is really in a tight spot, looks like she is going to fry
....wow, can her eyes really pop out?I have a question, is RR enterprises going to have the rights to the video?
That is very thoughtful of Jane to think of the other inmates. Looks like they are going to get to see Barb's breasts jiggle
.......and I bet they do a lot of jigglingGreat writing Tree, and nice images to go with the story.
Thanks, all...
To answer a few questions...
I have no idea if high voltage electrocution could cause eyes to pop out but it is usually depicted with a thick padded leather eye-covering that is more substantial than what would be needed simply to blindfold the convict.
There are (of course) cameras in the execution room but because it was a 'no-bid' contract the providers name is covered with tape!!!
Jane Tree, assistant warden is truly a progressive in the care of prisoners in thepenis penal system that everyone (besides Barb) should be treated with compassion, even those on death row...
To answer a few questions...
I have no idea if high voltage electrocution could cause eyes to pop out but it is usually depicted with a thick padded leather eye-covering that is more substantial than what would be needed simply to blindfold the convict.
There are (of course) cameras in the execution room but because it was a 'no-bid' contract the providers name is covered with tape!!!
Jane Tree, assistant warden is truly a progressive in the care of prisoners in the
Damn it’s my last three minutes alive and couldn’t control my bladder. I am angry with myself but try to rationalize that I am hardly the first to soil myself. I try to breathe deeply, savoring air while I still can but the tight thick straps about my neck and ribs make breathing difficult. All the straps are cinched painfully tight convincing me when I am electrocuted my body will involuntarily buck violently. The neck strap prevents me from lowering my head to hide my face from witnesses and cameras while all the straps relentless press me into the thick wood of the chair. The head electrodes press painfully against my skull.
To my left is the stainless steel gurney waiting for my soon-dead body. As I look at the wheeled table when the guard’s question ‘What happens if her eyes pop out’ rings in my head and I wonder if that will happen to me. I feel bile raising in my throat and I barely choke bake the vomit.
I can’t say I don’t deserve this- being executed that is; I did murder Joan Tree in premeditated cold blood- but I was prepared not for the prolonged ritual of mounting me to the chair nor the humiliation Jane Tree inflicted upon me. I sit strapped in the implement of my death as nearly cold air sweeps my bare breast. I may deserve to die but that offers no solace as the last seconds of my life tick away. My bowels churn and I squeeze my bottom tight trying to contain the eruption when I hear over the speaker “Miss Barbara Moore, you have convicted of the murder in the first degree of Joan Tree and have been sentenced to death for your crime. You waived your rights to all appeals. The governor of this great state has just affirmed the death sentence for your heinous crime. Execution team, perform your duty.
“Oh, God, no” I whimper.
Jane Tree looks the clock and at 1:00:50 AM commands “Fry the bitch!”
I hear the heavy copper switch as it glides down to complete the circuit. I jerk as I feel the current course over and through my body!
Barbara’s fingers and toes curl reflexively. For ten seconds electricity tortures her body and mind before the switch is opened. The first pull should have rendered her unconscious even if doesn’t stop her heart the first pull. When the switch is opened Barb slumps but instead of being unconscious she groans “Crap, is it over?”
Jane raises an eyebrow and says “pull it again.”
He does and leaves the circuit on for 30 seconds before opening it again yet Barb is only dazed but still conscious! While Jane doesn’t mind watching Barb suffer she knows something isn’t right. She rushes to the breaker box. Her eyes widen as she peers in and sees there is only one 120 volt breaker instead four 240 volt breakers. Barb is being hit with only 1/8 the voltage and amperage she is supposed to receive! Jane spots a second breaker lying in the bottom of electric box. As she works to place the breaker in the other leg of the circuit while Barb moans “Stop it! Please stop it!”
Jane slams the box door and pulls the switch again. Barb’s body strains against the straps and though the voltage and amperage is double what the first two served it was still only one fourth the electricity the chair was designed for. At one point Barb raises her head and opens her eyes. She looks to the window in the steel door and sees Siss looking back hopelessly.
Forty seconds into the order she begins to froth at mouth and drool.
Her head rolls to the right and she looks over at the witness room and sees the 12 official witnesses with their heads down knowing something has gone horribly wrong.
At a full minute Jane stops the third shock. She lifts Barb’s chin and finds Barb’s eyes open but unresponsive to light shown into them. She places the stethoscope on Barb’s chest and detects only weak but very irregular heartbeat. Joan pulls the switch down again and again Barb bucks in the straps but it is more from the electric stimulation of her muscles. Jane leaves the current flowing for well past a minute until smoke waifs from Barb’s head and from the back of her leg where the second electrode is strapped. Jane cuts the current and listens again for Barb’s heartbeat and finds none.
She presses the intercom button and announces “At 1:06:30 the prisoner is dead.”
The curtains are drawn over the chamber’s windows. Jane goes back to switch and pulls it one more time. She leaves the circuit one until she fears Barb’s body will begin to flame.
Tree
All done but the epilog…
To my left is the stainless steel gurney waiting for my soon-dead body. As I look at the wheeled table when the guard’s question ‘What happens if her eyes pop out’ rings in my head and I wonder if that will happen to me. I feel bile raising in my throat and I barely choke bake the vomit.
I can’t say I don’t deserve this- being executed that is; I did murder Joan Tree in premeditated cold blood- but I was prepared not for the prolonged ritual of mounting me to the chair nor the humiliation Jane Tree inflicted upon me. I sit strapped in the implement of my death as nearly cold air sweeps my bare breast. I may deserve to die but that offers no solace as the last seconds of my life tick away. My bowels churn and I squeeze my bottom tight trying to contain the eruption when I hear over the speaker “Miss Barbara Moore, you have convicted of the murder in the first degree of Joan Tree and have been sentenced to death for your crime. You waived your rights to all appeals. The governor of this great state has just affirmed the death sentence for your heinous crime. Execution team, perform your duty.
“Oh, God, no” I whimper.
Jane Tree looks the clock and at 1:00:50 AM commands “Fry the bitch!”
I hear the heavy copper switch as it glides down to complete the circuit. I jerk as I feel the current course over and through my body!
Barbara’s fingers and toes curl reflexively. For ten seconds electricity tortures her body and mind before the switch is opened. The first pull should have rendered her unconscious even if doesn’t stop her heart the first pull. When the switch is opened Barb slumps but instead of being unconscious she groans “Crap, is it over?”
Jane raises an eyebrow and says “pull it again.”
He does and leaves the circuit on for 30 seconds before opening it again yet Barb is only dazed but still conscious! While Jane doesn’t mind watching Barb suffer she knows something isn’t right. She rushes to the breaker box. Her eyes widen as she peers in and sees there is only one 120 volt breaker instead four 240 volt breakers. Barb is being hit with only 1/8 the voltage and amperage she is supposed to receive! Jane spots a second breaker lying in the bottom of electric box. As she works to place the breaker in the other leg of the circuit while Barb moans “Stop it! Please stop it!”
Jane slams the box door and pulls the switch again. Barb’s body strains against the straps and though the voltage and amperage is double what the first two served it was still only one fourth the electricity the chair was designed for. At one point Barb raises her head and opens her eyes. She looks to the window in the steel door and sees Siss looking back hopelessly.
Forty seconds into the order she begins to froth at mouth and drool.
Her head rolls to the right and she looks over at the witness room and sees the 12 official witnesses with their heads down knowing something has gone horribly wrong.
At a full minute Jane stops the third shock. She lifts Barb’s chin and finds Barb’s eyes open but unresponsive to light shown into them. She places the stethoscope on Barb’s chest and detects only weak but very irregular heartbeat. Joan pulls the switch down again and again Barb bucks in the straps but it is more from the electric stimulation of her muscles. Jane leaves the current flowing for well past a minute until smoke waifs from Barb’s head and from the back of her leg where the second electrode is strapped. Jane cuts the current and listens again for Barb’s heartbeat and finds none.
She presses the intercom button and announces “At 1:06:30 the prisoner is dead.”
The curtains are drawn over the chamber’s windows. Jane goes back to switch and pulls it one more time. She leaves the circuit one until she fears Barb’s body will begin to flame.
Tree
All done but the epilog…