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Barb and the letter
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Kathy Summer is ready for her walk to the electric chair. The male guard stays with her while matron goes to phone the warden and inform him that the prisoner in prepared for execution. While she is away the guard gives Kathy a final orgasm. No pictures exist.
The matron returns and they escort Kathy from the cage for her final walk to her execution. On the way to the chair the photographer from the Crux Chronicle takes the last picture of her standing.
This is just fucking grand. I am shaved bald, naked but for the handcuffs, and on my way to be fried in the electric chair and this fucker wants to take my picture! I call him a fucking pervert. He is but the matron hisses “You just made your execution worse than it has to be!”
“I’ll file a grievance if I don’t think it was done right” I spit back. I can be quite bold when I am about to die. We get to the execution room ahead of schedule. The matron leaves me with male guard. He gives me a Madame Wu and lights it. I sit on a folding chain puffing on my last smoke. I make no pretense of sitting modestly. They are going to strap my naked ass to the chair and film me frying to death in a few minutes. What difference does it make if he is gawking at me now?
The guard admonishes me saying “It isn’t a good idea to piss off the executioner.”
“What’s he going to do… slow grill me” I ask.
“The lady that shaved you is your executioner” he says. “Piss her off and it can take a half-dozen jolts before you pass out!”
“You’re kidding me” I gasp.
“I wish I was. And until you pass out you will feel the ‘juice’ lighting you up each time” he says.
The matron- my executioner- comes out of the room and says “The witnesses are seated. Let’s get this bitch strapped to the chair and fry her cunt!”
My steel resolve melts as I am walked into the dimly lit room. I am led past a dozen men here to witness the end of my life. Ahead of me under flood lights is the electric chair. My knees buckle but the guards hold me and half carry me to the chain. I watch with dreadful curiosity as they strap me into the heavy wood chair. When they place the skull cap on my head and buckle its belt I piss with fear. Strapped to the chair as I am I have to sit in my own puddle. From the darkened room I hear the warden’s voice. I can’t tell if he’s in the darkened room or talking over a speaker.
His voice reads my sentence.
“Kathy Summer you have been convicted of rampant and vile sexual activity. You have been sentenced to death by electrocution. Do you have any last words?”
I shake my head ‘no’. Two last belts are buckled across my chest with one above and the other below my breasts. The warden’s voice says “Begin Ms. Summer’s execution.”
I try to take a breath but am jolted by a blast of electricity. My god it doesn’t end!
The first shock lasts thirty seconds but feels like an eternity to Kathy. When the flow of electricity stops she sits dazed by what she has experienced. Thirty seconds later another half minute shock courses through her body. When it stops Kathy begs “Stop, don’t do this to me!”
Her pleading goes unheeded and soon the third shock jolts her body. This time her flesh starts smoking as the electricity begins to burn it at the contacts.
After the third session Kathy is panting desperate to breathe. The executioner is relentless and shocks Kathy yet again.
After the fourth shock Kathy barely trembles. The fifth shock finishes Kathy’s torture. The electricity has killed her. The witnesses are sickened at the sight of Kathy’s smoking body.
They would leave the room with Kathy’s body cooling down still strapped in the electric chair. Some of the trustee prisoners will take her body from the chair, place it in a cheap wood casket and bury it in the prison’s cemetery.
The matron returns and they escort Kathy from the cage for her final walk to her execution. On the way to the chair the photographer from the Crux Chronicle takes the last picture of her standing.
This is just fucking grand. I am shaved bald, naked but for the handcuffs, and on my way to be fried in the electric chair and this fucker wants to take my picture! I call him a fucking pervert. He is but the matron hisses “You just made your execution worse than it has to be!”
“I’ll file a grievance if I don’t think it was done right” I spit back. I can be quite bold when I am about to die. We get to the execution room ahead of schedule. The matron leaves me with male guard. He gives me a Madame Wu and lights it. I sit on a folding chain puffing on my last smoke. I make no pretense of sitting modestly. They are going to strap my naked ass to the chair and film me frying to death in a few minutes. What difference does it make if he is gawking at me now?
The guard admonishes me saying “It isn’t a good idea to piss off the executioner.”
“What’s he going to do… slow grill me” I ask.
“The lady that shaved you is your executioner” he says. “Piss her off and it can take a half-dozen jolts before you pass out!”
“You’re kidding me” I gasp.
“I wish I was. And until you pass out you will feel the ‘juice’ lighting you up each time” he says.
The matron- my executioner- comes out of the room and says “The witnesses are seated. Let’s get this bitch strapped to the chair and fry her cunt!”
My steel resolve melts as I am walked into the dimly lit room. I am led past a dozen men here to witness the end of my life. Ahead of me under flood lights is the electric chair. My knees buckle but the guards hold me and half carry me to the chain. I watch with dreadful curiosity as they strap me into the heavy wood chair. When they place the skull cap on my head and buckle its belt I piss with fear. Strapped to the chair as I am I have to sit in my own puddle. From the darkened room I hear the warden’s voice. I can’t tell if he’s in the darkened room or talking over a speaker.
His voice reads my sentence.
“Kathy Summer you have been convicted of rampant and vile sexual activity. You have been sentenced to death by electrocution. Do you have any last words?”
I shake my head ‘no’. Two last belts are buckled across my chest with one above and the other below my breasts. The warden’s voice says “Begin Ms. Summer’s execution.”
I try to take a breath but am jolted by a blast of electricity. My god it doesn’t end!
The first shock lasts thirty seconds but feels like an eternity to Kathy. When the flow of electricity stops she sits dazed by what she has experienced. Thirty seconds later another half minute shock courses through her body. When it stops Kathy begs “Stop, don’t do this to me!”
Her pleading goes unheeded and soon the third shock jolts her body. This time her flesh starts smoking as the electricity begins to burn it at the contacts.
After the third session Kathy is panting desperate to breathe. The executioner is relentless and shocks Kathy yet again.
After the fourth shock Kathy barely trembles. The fifth shock finishes Kathy’s torture. The electricity has killed her. The witnesses are sickened at the sight of Kathy’s smoking body.
They would leave the room with Kathy’s body cooling down still strapped in the electric chair. Some of the trustee prisoners will take her body from the chair, place it in a cheap wood casket and bury it in the prison’s cemetery.
Kathy
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After the third session Kathy is panting desperate to breathe. The executioner is relentless and shocks Kathy yet again.
Photo taken by RacingRodent notice the lighting shows off my most private parts.
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Thats why we love him (except for barb, maybe)Photo taken by RacingRodent notice the lighting shows off my most private parts.
Yes I saw Kathy’s execution. The bastards set up televisions in death row. And I watched the whole damn ordeal. They could have killed her with one big jolt but instead they dragged it out almost five minutes. That was after their pompous show with strapping her onto the chair and making her wait while they read her sentence. I have to admit Kathy looked good all shaved. I came a few times watching the bald babe as she danced in the chair.
I have my own problem. I am becoming the most ‘senior’ member of death row. I’ve heard nothing about my appeal which can’t be good news. I’ve been here a month so I’m not betting against being crucified. One thing I have learned is not to get too friendly with the other women on death row. It only hurts more when their day comes.
The other thing I have learned is the cells don’t stay empty long. There are always new prisoners.
Most can’t believe they are on death row and swear they are innocent.
That isn’t going to spare them from their execution. Then there is the one that’s in Kathy’s cell. She likes to brag she cut her father’s balls off and made him choke on them as he bled from where his scrotum was. She seems unbothered that she is sentenced to die by the garrote.
One day two guards come to my cell. They begin to place irons on my wrists. I am scared shitless that it is my execution day but they tell me to calm down. I have a pair of visitors.
I wonder who has come to see me...
-Barb Moore
I have my own problem. I am becoming the most ‘senior’ member of death row. I’ve heard nothing about my appeal which can’t be good news. I’ve been here a month so I’m not betting against being crucified. One thing I have learned is not to get too friendly with the other women on death row. It only hurts more when their day comes.
The other thing I have learned is the cells don’t stay empty long. There are always new prisoners.
Most can’t believe they are on death row and swear they are innocent.
That isn’t going to spare them from their execution. Then there is the one that’s in Kathy’s cell. She likes to brag she cut her father’s balls off and made him choke on them as he bled from where his scrotum was. She seems unbothered that she is sentenced to die by the garrote.
One day two guards come to my cell. They begin to place irons on my wrists. I am scared shitless that it is my execution day but they tell me to calm down. I have a pair of visitors.
I wonder who has come to see me...
-Barb Moore
Will there be tea and cakes? That would be nice, wouldn't it?I have a pair of visitors.
I wonder who has come to see me...
Somewhere along the line here, I missed the part about the "letter". Was there a letter? I need to review this again, apparently.
I think Barb needs to find some way to escape.
The 'letter' is from a reference from another thread... it may still show up.Will there be tea and cakes? That would be nice, wouldn't it?
Somewhere along the line here, I missed the part about the "letter". Was there a letter? I need to review this again, apparently.
I think Barb needs to find some way to escape.
As for Barb escaping I enjoy your misguided optimism...
Always look on the bright side, I say. YOU KNOW ME. CHEERFUL.
It was an awkward walk to the visitation cell as my wrist irons are attached to the iron collar around my neck with a short chain. My steps are limited to just over a foot by the shackles’ chair. I stand in the small cell as two women swilling cocktails walk up. The blond says “Ah, Ms. Moore, you are more beautiful than your picture looks.”
I have no idea who idea who these women are. I ask “Do I know either of you?”
“Oh, how rude of me” the blond says. “I am Messaline and this is my mistress Judith. You don’t know us but you are to be crucified on one of my premium French wood cross.”
“I have an appeal in the works” I protest.
“Oh, Barbara, you haven’t been told? Your crucifixion is a week from Saturday” Messaline says. “Haven’t you been told yet?”
Fuck, no, I haven’t been told! My knees buckle as Messaline and Judith smile at my plight.
What the hell is going on? No one told me about my appeal being denied. I am shuffled back to my death row cell. On my bunk is a copy of Crux Chronicle. I am on the damn cover!
Damn I really am condemned! This evening they park a television in front of my cell. On cable news they are discussing my upcoming crucifixion.
Shit, I am damned to the cross! I found being condemned to be crucified somewhat erotic. Now that it is a firm execution I find the idea much more frightening!
Saturday comes… a week before my execution… and the guards come for twin sisters. They walk past my cell. I don’t say anything. I don’t know them. The sisters are going to be hanged today. I feel bad for them but I have only seven days myself!
The twins are taken out to the yard in front of the rented obsolete prison where they are noosed and the Reverend Lynch leads the crowd to pray for their souls to rot in the eternal damnation of the flames of hell. The two sisters take their last natural breaths before they are hoisted up by their necks to suffocate as they hang by their necks.
Whoever made their nooses knew what he was doing. The bitches took a quarter hour to die before they strangled.
…and I’ve been told it could take days to die crucified. I am so fucked…
-Barb Moore
I have no idea who idea who these women are. I ask “Do I know either of you?”
“Oh, how rude of me” the blond says. “I am Messaline and this is my mistress Judith. You don’t know us but you are to be crucified on one of my premium French wood cross.”
“I have an appeal in the works” I protest.
“Oh, Barbara, you haven’t been told? Your crucifixion is a week from Saturday” Messaline says. “Haven’t you been told yet?”
Fuck, no, I haven’t been told! My knees buckle as Messaline and Judith smile at my plight.
What the hell is going on? No one told me about my appeal being denied. I am shuffled back to my death row cell. On my bunk is a copy of Crux Chronicle. I am on the damn cover!
Damn I really am condemned! This evening they park a television in front of my cell. On cable news they are discussing my upcoming crucifixion.
Shit, I am damned to the cross! I found being condemned to be crucified somewhat erotic. Now that it is a firm execution I find the idea much more frightening!
Saturday comes… a week before my execution… and the guards come for twin sisters. They walk past my cell. I don’t say anything. I don’t know them. The sisters are going to be hanged today. I feel bad for them but I have only seven days myself!
The twins are taken out to the yard in front of the rented obsolete prison where they are noosed and the Reverend Lynch leads the crowd to pray for their souls to rot in the eternal damnation of the flames of hell. The two sisters take their last natural breaths before they are hoisted up by their necks to suffocate as they hang by their necks.
Whoever made their nooses knew what he was doing. The bitches took a quarter hour to die before they strangled.
…and I’ve been told it could take days to die crucified. I am so fucked…
-Barb Moore
I rather thought she was getting hanged, not of course that this makes much difference from my end.
I thought Spike was on indefinite leave. Nobody is indispensible it seems (except maybe Barb).
Sounds about right for American Christianity these days.
Sounds very dull. Take a good book to...
Never mind.
I have to admit Kathy looked good all shaved. I came a few times watching the bald babe as she danced in the chair.
I hope admitting that won't make things worse for me
Most can’t believe they are on death row and swear they are innocent.
That's because they ARE innocent!
One day two guards come to my cell. They begin to place irons on my wrists. I am scared shitless that it is my execution day but they tell me to calm down. I have a pair of visitors.
I wonder who has come to see me...
The usual rabble, no doubt.
“Oh, Barbara, you haven’t been told? Your crucifixion is a week from Saturday” Messaline says. “Haven’t you been told yet?”
Fuck, no, I haven’t been told! My knees buckle as Messaline and Judith smile at my plight.
No one ever tells me anything until its too late
What the hell is going on? No one told me about my appeal being denied. I am shuffled back to my death row cell. On my bunk is a copy of Crux Chronicle. I am on the damn cover!
It would have been nice if they had cropped the picture just below the navel .... I bet RR had a hand in this!
Being a condemned convict does surrender some rights... ok, all rights... of a free woman...No one ever tells me anything until its too late
It would have been nice if they had cropped the picture just below the navel .... I bet RR had a hand in this!
Long as I’m dead Jolly is jolly ...
Always the exception... that’s why they call me a rebel
Sounds about right for American Christianity these days.
Meaning bizarre as Hell
...this begs the question 'how much does she deserve this'?Well that depends ... define “a lot of men”
I hear little argument!!!
Apparently you have yet to make the acquaintance of Tree’s helpers, Bull and Gunner !!!