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SUMMONED FOR AN EXECUTION

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SUMMONED FOR AN EXECUTION

“Hey sweetie,” Andrea said as she got to work, hoping no one would notice she was late.

“Hey, what’s up?” Sydney said with a smile.

Andrea was glad to see her friend. They worked together in Human Resources for BDM, a major agriculture company. They were about the same age. They started work on the same day a few months before and seemed to hit it off well together.

Andrea hung her coat on a hook and tried to sit at her desk as if everything was fine.

Sydney sensed something was up. Her friend was always punctual. And something else was slightly different. For a moment she wasn’t quite sure what to say.

She noticed something else. Andrea liked to wear real tight blouses – they both did.

“Did you ….?” she asked, gesturing to her chest area. “Did you … get some piercings?” She thought she could make out the outline of two rings in the area around Andrea’s nipples.

Andrea sighed. She nodded.

In some ways she was happy and relieved her friend noticed. But in other ways the whole situation made her feel sick.

“Wow – very fun and sexy,” Sydney said with a sly smile. “You didn’t tell me you were thinking about doing that.”

Andrea looked worried and serious. “It wasn’t exactly my choice,” she said.

Sydney got a shocked look. “Oh my God … did you … did you get a summons?” she asked.

Andrea made a grimace. “Yeah, over the weekend,” she nodded.

“Wow … that’s such big news,” Sydney said with a tone of concern. “My God … how are you feeling?”

“I’ll be okay,” Andrea said. “It’s … it’s a lot to deal with. But mostly I guess I just want to carry on normally as long as I can. I mean, I know there are good reasons for the summons. I get that. I’m not angry. I’ll handle the feelings.”

Sydney studied her friend’s face closely while she spoke, seeing the strong, complex emotions play out on her expression. “Well, you’re being very brave,” Sydney said.

“And you picked electricity for your method?” Sydney asked after a little pause.

Andrea nodded gravely. “Yeah, I’m really nervous about that.”

“Did they give you a choice?” Sydney asked. “Could you choose the gallows?”

Andrea nodded. “They said I could pick the gallows and they’d try to work me in. But they said they’d have to do it really quickly – like later this week – because after that the gallows are going to be shut down for renovations for the next year for the upswing in demand. They said if I’d rather be electrocuted it would probably happen in two to four months. So … I took that option.”

“I see,” Sydney said. “And then you got the piercings?”

“Yeah,” Andrea nodded. “They showed me a couple of styles and colors to choose from.” She paused for a moment to collect her feelings, then continued. “I mean, getting the piercings might be kind of fun and sexy. I was trying to tell myself to enjoy the process. But it’s different when I know I’m getting the piercings so I can be … electrocuted. It feels funny,” she said with a serious tone.

It was well known that piercings helped the process of electrocution. Hooking the electrodes up to piercings in the body allowed the current to enter the body and flow as smoothly as possible, requiring much less power to achieve good, consistent effects on the condemned person.

“Did you get one … down there?” Sydney asked with a sly smile.

Andrea shook her head. “No, I’m supposed to go back later this week for the final piercing.”

“How interesting,” Sydney sad, still smiling.

“I don’t know,” Andrea said. “That part is scary. I mean …. maybe it’ll be fun. It might be kind of sexy. But also … good Lord, how humiliating. And it might hurt like crazy too, at least for the first few months.”

“Do you want me to go with you when you get it done?” Sydney asked.

Andrea nodded. “It would mean a lot to me,” she said. “I mean, I can cope with the feelings. I can handle this. But it’s a lot to think about. Having a friend to talk to would really mean a lot.”

“I’m here for you sweetie. I’ll do whatever I can,” Sydney said. And with a bit of a smile she said, “And I definitely want to see those piercings you have now – you’ve got to let me get a good look when the time is right.”

“I will,” Andrea nodded.

* * *​

The government started a “summons” program to reduce population.

First they tried a few small pilot programs. Those were largely successful.

So the program was growing.

Some men got a summons between ages 18 and 21. But more of the summonses seemed to fall on women in that age range. By their 22d birthday a young person was mostly safe.

No one knew who would get picked or why. Some people thought they could see patterns. Some thought there were more summons in areas of the country where support for the current government was weakest. Others said that wasn’t true and the process was mostly random.

The summonses were mostly routine and didn’t usually become news.

Once in awhile the media focused on an unusual case – like a college math genius who got his Ph.D by age 21 and a summons shortly afterward, or a gorgeous young ballerina who got a summons right after she turned 18. They all told the media the same messages – the summons program is important to help the environment and they’d do their part even if their personal feelings were naturally reluctant or mixed.

* * *​

A few months later Andrea reported to the execution facility on time. They told her she’d be waiting about 7-14 days. No visitors are allowed during the first 7 days so the prisoners have time to get acclimated. After that, a short visit now and then is okay.

Sydney went to visit Andrea on day 8.

There was a long process to sign in, get a background check and a thorough search.

Once she was approved for entry one of the guards took her to see Andrea.

The holding facility was a huge building. Maybe it has once been a factory.

Sydney noticed that the air was very warm and humid, almost tropical.

There was also a steady loud hum from the ventilation systems.

Lots of cages were bolted to the floor, spread far apart with wide aisles between them. Each holding cage was about 6-feet (2 meters) square with steel bars for all four walls and steel bars for a ceiling too. The condemned were held one to a cage. Clothing was not allowed for the condemned.

Sydney was excited as she was escorted to Andrea’s cell. “Hey hey, sweetie!” Sydney said in a happy, upbeat tone as she walked up to the cell.

Andrea was glad to see her friend but had a bittersweet attitude. “Hey,” she said. “I didn’t know you were coming. Thank you so much. I’m going crazy here with nothing to do.”

“Of course you knew I’d come,” Sydney said. “But I can’t stay too long – they said a couple of minutes,” she said. “It’s fantastic to see you! How are you doing?”

Andrea shrugged, “As well as I can I guess. It’s boring with nothing to do. I try to distract my thoughts about what’s coming up. But it’s hard.”

“Do you have what you need here?” Sydney asked.

Andrea shrugged. “I get food and water and washing supplies. At night there’s a sleeping pad. I guess it’s okay.”

Sydney nodded. She paused to let her friend collect her thoughts and say what she wanted.

“The worst part is I’m naked all the time,” Andrea said with a tone of exasperation, throwing up her arms in frustration and stamping her foot. “I asked several people on the staff if I could have something and they all just say, ‘Nope! Why waste money?’ like that’s some kind of private joke they have.”

Sydney nodded.

“Ugh, I feel so exposed and helpless,” she said.

“Yeah I can understand,” Sydney nodded thoughtfully. “I might feel the same way if I was locked up. Most girls would.”

There was a pause.

“On the other hand,” Sydney said with a smile and a flirtatious tone, “I think you look you look incredibly cute and sexy and gorgeous being all bare like that.”

“Well thanks,” Andrea said. She couldn’t hide a bit of a smile and blush.

“And being all bare like that you get to show off all of your pretty piercings,” Sydney said in an upbeat tone.

Andrea gave a rueful nod.

“How are your piercings doing?” Sydney asked. “Do they feel good?”

“Okay I guess,” she said. “There’s a throbbing pain sometimes with each of them. It comes and goes – I guess that’s normal. When I was home I’d take some aspirin for the pain. But I can’t have it here. So I just have to put up with it. But overall they’re not too bad.”

The conversation paused for a moment. Then Sydney got a sweet, girlish smile, “So, um, are there boys locked up here? Do we get to ogle any cute naked guys who are going to be executed?” she asked with a little laugh.

“Sadly, I haven’t seen any,” Andrea said. “I guess they’re in a different part of the building. Or maybe they have a different holding facility.”

“Have they told you when you’re going to be electrocuted?” Sydney asked.

Andrea looked nervous. “Not exactly,” she said. “The government is on a 4-day holiday starting tomorrow. I think this place will be really short-staffed and not much will happen.”

Sydney nodded.

“But when they get back from their break then … that may be my time,” she said nervously.

“Well I’m glad you’ve got a few more days to relax and take it easy,” Sydney said.

The “relax and take it easy” phrase bothered Andrea a little. But she didn’t say anything.

“I asked them if I could go home,” Andrea said, “then come back here when they need me here. They said ‘No.’ They said it’s too much paperwork to release someone then check them back in again later,” she said with exasperation. “I’m not resisting the process. I’m not trying to get away. But they said I have to stay,” she said.

“Do you have anyone to talk with?” Sydney asked.

“Not really,” Andrea said. “The staff mostly isn’t allowed to speak to me and I’m not supposed to speak with them. I’m not supposed to speak with the other condemned prisoners either. And anyway, the holding cells are so far apart we’d basically have to shout at each other,” she said.

She paused for a moment. “There was a girl I could see in the holding cell over there,” she said, gesturing to her left. “We couldn’t talk or anything. But it was nice to give her a little waive and she’d waive back. It was nice to think someone else knew what I was going through.” Andrea said.

“They took her away yesterday,” Andrea said with a sad tone.

There was a little pause. Andrea wanted to change the subject.

“How are things at work?” she asked.

“Okay,” Sydney said. “The quarterly diversity reports are due to the government next week so I’m spending a lot of time on that.”

Sydney continued, “I wish you could help me, sweetie – instead of just lollygagging your little butt around here!”

Andrea had not smiled or laughed much since she arrived at the facility. But she smiled at Sydney’s little joke. She was SO glad her friend took the time for a visit. And she was glad it wasn’t a sad or tearful meeting. Her emotions were welling up.

“Me too,” She nodded. “Sorry my execution is getting in the way of work,” she said trying to keep an upbeat tone.

A nearby guard gestured to Sydney, to let her know her time was about up.

“I think I’ve got to go sweetie,” Sydney said. “I can't visit again for about 5 days – the visitor's office here is going to be closed and anyway I'm going out of town to see my parents at their beach house. The weather is supposed to be gorgeous this weekend and I've got a great new little skimpy bikini I want to wear,” she said with a girlish smile. “I promise I'll try to visit when I can – I’ll try to see you again before your big day.”

Andrea nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Thanks.”

Sydney put her hands up onto the metal bars of the holding pen. She moved in very close, between two of the bars. She moistened her lips. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart,” Sydney said.

Andrea was mildly surprised at that. A kiss with her friend was not their normal way of parting. But it sounded like a fun idea. Ever since she got the summons, she realized, her emotions had been a whirlwind. And the cross-currents of emotions had just gotten stronger with time. She was nervous and frightened and worried. Most of all she yearned desperately for some nice human contact. She knew this might be one of the last chances in her life. She put her arms behind her back. She moistened her lips, got a bit of a smile and leaned in close. Andrea closed her eyes as they made contact.

The kiss was short. But it had a lot of meaning for Andrea. All of Andrea’s stress and fears and worries made her emotions extra strong. Her whole body was extra sensitive.

The short kiss brought a pretty smile to her face. She couldn't help feeling a tingle at some sensitive parts of her body.

“You take care,” Sydney said as Andrea opened her eyes.

Andrea nodded.

“God I’m so proud of you,” Sydney said. “You’re doing so good.”

Andrea shrugged. “I’m doing the best I can.”

“Look – you just have a few days left to live,” Sydney said. “Promise me you’ll try to enjoy yourself. Promise me you won’t feel bad about being bare. You look adorable and incredible. Someone who looks so cute and pretty shouldn't be unhappy. I want you to have a fantastic attitude and have a fun smile.”

Sydney was so bubbly and upbeat it made Andrea smile. “Maybe you’re right,” she said. “I’ll try.”

A guard started walking over to Sydney to escort her out. Andrea noticed he was a big guy – a bit over average height with strong shoulders. He looked good in his uniform, plus utility belt with weapons and restraints. Andrea noticed that Sydney noticed too.

After just a moment Sydney took her eyes off of the guard and turned to look at Andrea. “Bye sweetie,” she said.

When the guard came over Sydney stood close to him. With both hands she took hold of his left arm above his elbow, which he didn't seem to mind. She looked up at him flirtatiously. While he was escorting her away she turned back over her shoulder. With a cheery tone she said, “Be good!!”

Andrea smiled at that. She waived back.

The visit brought Andrea some intense bittersweet feelings. She felt really happy for the encounter. At the same time Sydney’s departure made her feel much more sad and alone and helpless than before. She didn’t know if she’d see her friend again. She licked her lips gently, to see if there was some lingering taste from their kiss.

* * *​

Andrea was worried about what the days ahead would be like for her. In her cell she had few ways to distract her mind – no book, no magazine, no one to talk with. She was a bright, smart girl with a very active and vivid imagination. She frequently thought about the electrocution process even though she knew it wasn’t the best topic.

When she tried not to think about the electrocution then her thoughts turned to how helpless and exasperated and uncomfortable she felt in the holding cell.

To distract her mind she thought about what she’d do if she was released for a day of freedom. Heck, she thought, just one hour of release would be heavenly. She wanted to put on one of her favorite colorful and skimpy short dresses and go out among other people. She thought about getting a coffee at her favorite café. She’d sit at a table by the window and just watch the world.

She thought about other things too – cooking a special meal for a friend, going on a date, or strolling her favorite park.

Now all those things were gone. She thought people who have their freedom mostly have no idea how incredibly sweet it really is. She’d give anything for one hour of freedom. But it was not an option.

Andrea had never felt comfortable with her body. It was one of the main reasons she felt so uncomfortable being bare in her cell. She felt she was too slim. She admired the curved hips and larger breasts of other girls. Other girls often told Andrea how much they admired her slim figure. She figured they were just saying that to be nice.

For awhile she dated a guy who loved the slim look. He tried to build her confidence. He pointed out how lots of the most glamorous, highest-paid models in top-end magazines had the same slim build and small, firm breasts.

Andrea didn’t really appreciate his attempts to make here feel better about her figure. They didn’t go out for long.

The visit from Sydney was a pleasant memory.

Sydney asked if there were any boys locked up in nearby holding cells. Andrea thought about that.

In some ways Andrea thought the whole summons program was totally horrible and no laughing matter.

But in other ways she liked to imagine what it would be like if a guy was locked up in a nearby holding cell waiting to be executed. Andrea thought that having a man nearby might be kind of fun and funny and sexy. It was a fun little fantasy that stirred her loins a bit.

Sydney had told her to try to enjoy the feelings of being a naked captive.

“Was that possible?” she wondered. “Are there some women who would enjoy the feelings?” she asked herself.

She had a few friends who enjoyed the submissive role or the feelings of being an exhibitionist. So she thought it was possible some would enjoy the feelings.

During her first semester in college she took a gym class. One of the other girls was very pretty, like a model. She was a shameless exhibitionist and flirt in the girls’ locker room. She’d take any excuse to quickly get naked and parade around, taking her time going to and from the showers with a smile. After a shower she’d stop by one of the sinks – she’d use the mirror to put on some makeup and chat up the other girls while she was totally bare.

Andrea always had a more cautious and reserved personality. So this behavior was hard to understand. Now she thought back to that more. What was that girl thinking and feeling? Why did she enjoy that so much? Andrea tried to think about being back in that locker room with lots of other girls around, walking around like that and having a great time. It helped her to smile a little and distract her thoughts in a pleasant way.

Andrea tried a little experiment. When she noticed that one of the roving guards or other staff was going to stroll by her cell she stopped turning away from the guard and instead kept her place, so the guard could have a nice frontal or side-on view if he or she wanted.

She quickly noticed that some of them, men and women, didn’t seem to care at all. They didn’t check her out as they walked by. Others seemed to enjoy the sight and seemed to enjoy looking her over. It was interesting to notice the differences in personality and attitude among the guards and other staff. And it helped give her mind something to think about.

She noticed one young man in particular, a roving guard about her age or a bit younger. When he was on duty and making his rounds he’d stroll by her cell every hour or two. He seemed to feel it was wrong or not polite to look at her. But he also wanted to steal some glances. So he tried to act all casual and catch some glances of Andrea without being noticed. For some reason Andrea thought this was kind of cute and charming. She decided to play along. Whenever she noticed this young man was going to stroll by her holding cell she pretended to take no note of him. Yet when he came by she found some excuses to show off. She’d stretch her arms overhead and arch her back. Or she’d stretch her arms behind her back and pull her shoulders back. She pretended to be totally clueless and unaware that he’d be checking her out.

It became a fun, flirtatious little game for her. It offered a few minutes of pleasant distraction while she waited for her execution. And it helped her feel a little more confident about her looks.

* * *​

Sydney never saw her friend again.

END OF PART 1a


 
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Five days after Sydney's visit, right after the morning feeding, Andrea noticed a staff member in the distance coming her direction.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The woman could see Andrea noticed her. She didn’t say anything at first but held up a pair of handcuffs and gave them a little shake.

It was a scary sight for Andrea. She could feel her heart beating stronger. She felt very alone and helpless. Instinctively she put her hands and arms in front of her body out of fear.

“Is today the day?” Andrea asked warily as the woman approached.

“I think we can work you in this morning,” she said with a cheerful tone.

Andrea grimaced at that.

“Okay my little chickadee,” she said holding up the handcuffs. “The first thing we need to do is clip your wings. So face away and put your arms behind your back.”

The handcuffs scared her. “Do we need those?” she asked warily. “Can we skip that part? I’m not resisting.”

“It’s our procedure,” the staffer said in a casual tone. “It’s for your safety and ours. Now turn around for me.”

Andrea sighed. She turned around reluctantly.

It took her a moment to build up her courage for the next step. She breathed deep a few times and tried to settle her emotions a little. Then she put her hands behind her back.

“That’s a good girl,” the woman in khaki said.

The cuffs were some sort of heavy nylon design, perhaps with a steel strap inside for extra strength. They were properly sized for her slim wrists. They went on tight.

Immediately Andrea felt frustrated by the cuffs.

“I know some women don't like the feelings of the cuffs,” the woman said as if reading her mind. “Some women love the feelings,” she said with a bit of a smile. “Try to enjoy them if you can,” she said.

She paused as if there was more she wanted to say. “I guess I'm one of those who has always loved the feelings,” she said. “I make my husband put them on me a couple of times a week. He says he doesn't understand why I enjoy the feelings so much, but he knows how much it turns me on so he doesn't complain,” she said with a little smile. “And I try to make sure he's well rewarded if you know what I mean,” she said with a little laugh.

Andrea nodded.

“Have you been married darling?” she asked.

Andrea shook her head. “No,”she said. She felt a sad about that. Overall she felt so scared and helpless that all of her emotions hit her hard.

“It has its ups and downs,” the woman said. “But it can be a lot of fun at times.”

The staffer had one more item with her. It was a gag and bit for the mouth. “Anyway, one more item for you,” she said.

Andrea shuddered – it was a very unwelcome sight.

As soon as the gag went on it felt big and intrusive and quite uncomfortable.

The gag was in the shape of a “T.” It was made from some kind of very hard, round hose or rubber. The base of the “T” fit inside her mouth, filling her mouth and keeping her tongue depressed. The cross-bar of the “T” sat between her teeth, forcing her mouth to stay open.

Andrea tried to say something but it just came out as “Ouooo” and “Mmoum.”

The gag had a couple of straps. The staffer had Andrea face away from her and she buckled the straps together behind Andrea’s neck.

At first Andrea thought the straps were on too tight. They forced the gag into her mouth more than needed. It was uncomfortable. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out more than “Mmoourr oonnnuur.”

As a last step, the guard tightened the straps on the gag even more, forcing it into her mouth even deeper.

“Wwoouurr!” she whimpered as she turned back to face the woman in khaki. If she couldn’t speak she hoped that the woman would see the pleading expression on her face. She was desperate to tell the staffer that the gag was on much too tight.

The woman seemed to notice Andrea’s cries of alarm. And she seemed to notice the distressed look on Andrea’s face. It seemed to make her smile. She nodded.

This was not the reaction Andrea wanted. She tugged hard on her cuffs and stomped her foot, feeling overwhelmed by all the feelings of helplessness and humiliation.

“Now don’t be unhappy sweetie,” she said with a soothing tone. “You look very good. Take some deep breaths for me. That’s a good girl. There are good reasons for the gag, and for everything we do, okay? When the electricity starts flowing hard we don’t want you to slam your jaw shut and shatter your teeth. You’d be surprised how much violent shaking and convulsions there are. The gag needs to be in snug so it stays in place no matter how hard you’re struggling. Try to get used to it the best you can.”

It was not what Andrea wanted to hear. “Roouumm mmoowww,” she said with a pleading tone of voice.

The woman just smiled and nodded. “That’s a good girl,” she said, “I knew you’d understand. Just listen to what we tell you and you’ll know what to expect.”

The woman went on in a soothing tone of voice, “Now you just relax and wait here. I’ll be back when we’re ready. Then we’ll proceed with the execution.”

There was nothing for Andrea to do but pace in her holding cell and wait. Time passed slowly. She thought about what Sydney had said, about trying to have fun with the new feelings and experiences. It was very hard. Being handcuffed felt terribly frustrating – it made her feel even more vulnerable than before. She was intensely aware how vulnerable her breasts were, especially the piercings in her nipples where they were going to hook up electrodes. And that was nothing compared to how vulnerable she felt about her other piercing.

The gag was uncomfortable and humiliating as well.

She wondered if there would be much pain. She wondered how long it would take. It made her heart beat fast.

After what seemed like a long time the woman in khaki returned. She had a cart.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said in a voice that wasn’t very sweet, “we have a team that’s ready for you. Let’s get you over to the facility.”


END OF PART ONE
 

SUMMONED FOR AN EXECUTION - Conclusion


The woman took Andres out of her cell. She helped her kneel on the cart. She pointed out two padded areas for her knees. Andrea was forced to spread her knees to rest on the padded areas.

Once Andrea was kneeling the woman took quite a bit of time strapping her lower legs in place, then rolled her off to the execution chamber.

There were quite a few people in and around the execution chamber, maybe a half dozen, men and women, old and young. None of them seemed to be very busy at the moment. Some looked over at Andrea, obviously checking out her body. Others seemed uninterested.

She couldn’t help notice that when men were checking out a woman their eyes went straight for the breasts, especially bare breasts.

“Men!” she thought, shaking her head with a combination of exasperation and amusement. “Always thinking about one thing.”

When women were checking out another woman it was different. They looked over the chest, belly, hips, legs, face and more.

The woman in khaki stopped the cart by one of the men.

“I’ve got a little cupcake here,” she said. “She’s small but I think she’s a real dynamo.”

“Well let’s have a closer look,” he said. He walked around Andrea a couple of times, looking her over. It made her feel funny – partly embarrassed and partly a little turned on. Anyway there was nothing she could do.

He stopped in front of her. He took his hand and tweaked the piercing in her left nipple a bit.

This made her shiver. She was very annoyed that he was so forward – touching her this way without asking permission or even telling her what he was going to do. But she couldn’t turn away.

Then he took the nipple between his fingers and gave a rough pinch and a couple of hard twists.

That made her gasp from pain and pleasure. Her whole body was sensitive. Her nipples in particular were engorged, throbbing and extra sensitive to the touch. The rough handling was about more than she could take.

When he was done he stepped back to have a look at her.

Her left nipple throbbed from the harsh treatment. She realized right nipple was engorged and sensitive too. It tingled and throbbed too when she thought he might do the same on her right side.

Sure enough, after a little pause he strolled to the right side of her body. Again he tweaked the piercing a few times, which made her shiver again. Then pinched and twisted the sensitive nipple none too gently.

Again she shivered and gasp from the waves of good and bad feelings, sucking in air around the gag in her mouth.

Finally, much to Andrea’s horror, he crouched down in front of her to get a good look.

In spite of her fear and the pleading look on her face he reached out his hand to tweak her third piercing.

Now she really gasped at the stimulation. She tried hard to get her hands free but the cuffs held her firm. She lifted her chin as the feelings were almost overwhelming.

But he wasn’t quite done. With two fingers he started to gently rub and massage the area.

Andrea’s whole body was so sensitive this was about more than she could take. She gasped for air through the gag. She struggled hard with the restraints on her legs and wrists.

He kept up the massaging motion. After about a minute or so, to her incredible embarrassment and shame, she couldn’t help rocking her hips back and forth and trying to press herself against his fingers.

He got a smile at that.

The woman in khaki noticed this too and got a little chuckle.

After just a bit more, he moved his fingers a bit and he got a sense for how wet she was.

This too made him smile.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I think we can take care of this one just fine,” he said.

The woman in khaki said, “Don’t go easy on this kitten. Don't let her try to fool you into thinking she's weak and fragile. She's a tough little chick. She can handle a lot.”

The man stood back. He looked over Andrea's bare body up and down. “I think you're right,” he said. He nodded thoughtfully. “We won’t go easy on this one.”

“Muuoogghh,” Andrea said with a worried tone.

As the woman was turning to leave she said, “Just call the front desk when you need someone to pick up the body. They'll send a team over.”

He nodded. “I'll call when we're ready for the disposal,” he said.

“Okay sweetie,” the woman in khaki said to Andrea, “Sorry for what’s going to happen to you!” she said with an upbeat tone that didn't indicate she felt very sorry.

“Oommgghh,” Andrea said through her gag with a pleading tone.

The man looked at some papers. He seemed to be taking his time, in no hurry.

Then he looked at Andrea. “My name is Jim Henson,” he said. “I’ll be in charge of the procedure today.”

“Mmoouhh,” Andrea said.

“Do you understand why you’re here?” he asked. “The government is reducing population. You've been declared a surplus and unwanted person. You're here for elimination. Do you understand that you’ll be electrocuted and you will not survive the procedure?”

Andrea found it hard to keep her composure. She was breathing as deep as ever, sucking in air around her gag. “OOu mououhhh rroouu,” Andrea said with a sharp tone of voice as if she had something she really wanted to say.

“There's no need for you to speak sweetie,” the man said with a soothing tone. “Just give me a nod if you know why you're here.”

Andrea paused for a moment to look at him. "Mooouuuhh," she said with a sigh. She nodded.

“Good,” he said with a pleased tone of voice and a nod. “Your file says you’ve been cooperative. We appreciate that. We need you to continue to cooperate with the procedure. I’ll try to tell you what to expect so nothing will be a surprise to you.”

She nodded again.

They got Andrea off of the cart and led her into the electrocution chamber. She was shaking with fear, barely able to walk.

To Andrea, the chamber looked surprisingly cramped. It was wide (about 12 feet) and tall (about 12 feet) but quite narrow. In the middle of the room were a series of crisscrossed steel cables looking like a giant spider’s web.

The room was brightly lit.

The back wall to the chamber was concrete. The front wall was a giant curtain.

Pretty quickly someone brought in two footstools. They placed them at the base of the spider-web cables about two feet apart.

Jim helped stand with her back to the cables and helped her stand up on the footstools, one foot on each stool which forced her to keep her legs spread.

Her heart was beating hard. She was breathing deep. Her breaths made a rasping sound as she tried to take in as much air as she could around the hated gag that filled her mouth.

Pretty quickly they got her hands out of the handcuffs. They put suspension cuffs tightly on each wrist. Then they stretched her up on tip toes and attached the suspension cuffs high over her head to the cables.

Her body was stretched pretty tight and she could guess what would happen next.

A pair of cuffs went on her ankles. Her ankles were forced apart and the cuffs were attached to the spider-web cables too.

“Mmmuuuoo,” she moaned with displeasure. Most of her weight was resting uncomfortably on her wrists, arms and shoulders. She tried hard to get some sort of purchase for her feet. She found she could get each heel of her foot to rest on one of the horizontal cables and this relieved a little bit of the pressure in her upper body. But mainly she was in a highly uncomfortable position, attached naked and spread-eagle to the cables, her body stretched tight.

“Wow you look fantastic,” he said.

“Oooorr,” she moaned, trying to indicate how uncomfortable she was. It came out more like a purring sound.

Jim ignored her gesture. “We’ll get those electrodes hooked up to you in a jiffy,” he said.

Sure enough in just a moment he was back with a handful of wires, clips and clamps. Some were thick and some were thin. They were color coded.

One by one he hooked the electrodes to her body. First were a few alligator clips that he attached to the piercings through her nipples. Andrea sighed – there was nothing she could do to help or hinder the process. She could only watch and wait.

He also put clamps on her index fingers, and others on her left big toe. Other electrodes were placed with adhesive elsewhere around her body.

Curiously he seemed to ignore the piercing by her clit. He seemed to pretend it wasn’t there. “Did they change their procedures?” Andrea wondered. “Do they not apply any electricity there? Did I get the piercing for nothing?” she thought.

When he was about done Jim stepped back to review his work. “I think everything looks pretty good, sweetheart,” he said. “You look fantastic.”

She had never felt so exposed and helpless and worried in her life.

“There are just a few more steps in the process,” Jim said.

He brought in a very large clamp, like one would use on automobile jumper cables. It had big, sharp copper teeth.

“I think you’ll enjoy this one,” he said, moving in close to her genital area.

Andrea screamed through her gag in fear and fright. “MMMMAAAA!!!” she called out and shook her head.

Jim stepped back. “Just kidding,” he said with a smile. “It actually goes here.” He bent down in front of Andrea and attached the big clamp to one of the cables on the spider-web structure.

He left and returned again with a small blue wire with a tiny alligator clip on the end.

“Does this one look better?” he asked with a smile.

She couldn’t really make a reply.

“All joking aside,” he said, “I think you might enjoy this one. This one might be quite exciting. I think this one might be your favorite. We’ll see.” Jim bent over and attached the clip to Andrea’s remaining piercing. He made a slight brush again her most sensitive part, making her super-sensitive body jump and shiver at the contact.

“Okay,” he said, “Some of the wires are for delivering current. Others are for monitoring – we want to know about your heart rate, blood oxygen levels, and things like that, so we don’t hit your body too had with too much current.”

“Just three more steps for setup,” he said.

He came back to the chamber with some kind of a spray bottle. “This is a little mixture we like to use,” he said, spraying a light mist of liquid on her body. “It’s water with some salt, a bit of mineral oil, and a few other things. It’ll help the electricity move smoothly over your skin and all around that cute little body.”

“Mmmooorr,” she said.

The liquid was icy cold. It made Andrea gasp a little as he sprayed it onto different parts of her body. She felt so much fear and intense emotions that almost every part of her body was keyed up and super-sensitive. Even a slight sensation made had a strong effect.

“Sorry this is so chilly,” he said, not sounding very sorry. “When the electricity starts to flow I promise that will warm you up in a hurry.”

Jim continued to spray down her full body, front and back. Then he held the spray bottle up in front of her face. He put two sprays of the liquid directly onto her face, which made her wince and squirm.

“Excuse me for a moment,” he said. He stepped out with the spray bottle then returned with something else in his hand that Andrea couldn’t quite make out.

“Okay you’ve been a really good girl,” he said. “Listen close. Let me tell you what to expect. When I complete the setup I’ll close the door for good. We’ll need some time to get set up in the other room and get the final ‘go ahead’ from the main office. So just relax as much as you can. In about 20-30 minutes you’ll probably start to feel the current.”

She looked at him closely.

“The current comes in two main phases,” he continued. “First, we’ll spend time mostly at low and medium power. We’re getting all of the electrodes calibrated and testing the sensors. We’ll see how you react to the current and make changes if needed. The current will come and go from different parts of your body. There will be a few quick surges of high power so you’ll learn what to expect later. But mostly it’ll be low and moderate power. The process is mostly computerized but there are some manual adjustments as well.”

“Phase 1 of current will last around 20-30 minutes. When that’s all done we’ll power down for a few minutes to let all the equipment get reset,” he said.

“Then we’ll get to Phase 2,” he continued. “That part will be … well I don’t want to sugar-coat it for you. That part will be unpleasant. But it has to be done. Phase 2 should be over in 10-30 minutes – it varies with each person.”

“This all might seem harsh,” he said, “but there are reasons we do it like this. By ramping up the current over time, we can do the execution with the least amount of damage to the body. That was we can get the maximum value from the body when we sell the organs – that helps pay the bills to run this facility and do what he do,” he concluded.

He took a pause. Then he smiled a little to himself. “You should see how great you look,” he said.

He went to one side of the room, pulled on some cords, and opened the curtains that were in front of Andrea.

“HHOOORRRUU!” she called out in alarm. “OORRROOUR!” She was stunned and mortified to see a giant mirror in front of her. Her helpless body was brightly lit up. It was a shocking sight to her.

Worse, she quickly realized that it probably wasn’t exactly a mirror. It was probably a one-way mirrored glass with a viewing room on the other side for spectators. They’d have a spectacular, intimate view of everything that would go on.

It was a new horror and Andrea tugged on her bonds, to no avail.

“I’m not sure how many spectators we’ll have,” he said. “There’s a human anatomy class at the local college. They sometimes send over a few students to observe, plus we get a few of our regular spectators.”

“Mmmmm,” she said, shaking her head side to side.

“We’ve started offering demise videos online too,” he said. “Maybe there are friends, family, or others who want to have a look.” he said cheerfully. “We’ll make sure people where you went to school have a chance to get a copy. With a good-quality video they can watch and remember you for many, many years to come.”

“Oouummm,” Andrea said with a sad and frustrated tone, shaking her head.

Jim ignored her reaction. “Anyway, here’s the last phase of the setup,” he said with an upbeat tone, holding up the item in his hand.

“Mmooouu,” she whimpered. She could see he was holding a hood made of heavy black fabric.

“Lights out for you sweetheart,” he said as he placed it over her head.

Andrea was frightened by the hood. Being unable to see added even more to her terror and discomfort.

When Jim was done he didn’t say anything more to Andrea. He just stepped out of the execution chamber. She could hear the door close, then a series of sharp *snick* *snick* *snick* sounds as the door was locked, sealing her alone inside.

With the door sealed shut there was only silence and the sounds of her own breathing. She shivered, partly from the cool air. Mostly from fear.

Her mind was so alarmed she had no idea how fast or slow the time was passing for her. There was nothing to do or see or think about, except to focus on the discomfort in her body, especially her wrists and arms and shoulders as she waited, stretched out and naked.

She wondered if there were people watching. How many? Were they all men or were there women too? What were their emotions? Were they feeling worried and sad for her? Were they laughing and joking and looking forward to seeing what the electricity was going to do to her?

About 20 minutes after he left Andrea alone they were ready to start the process. Jim pushed the button to begin the flow of current for Phase 1 of the process.

The Phase 1 current was programmed to come in four waves, a through d.

The current would start off light. It would be barely noticeable at first – just a light tickling or buzzing sensation, moving lightly around to different parts of the body. The current would build slowly, coming on in a variety of waves and pulses and vibration in unexpected ways, building up over several minutes to deliver some strong sensations to the body.

After a few minutes of this the power would wind back down to very low levels, giving the condemned 30-60 seconds to try to catch their breath. Then a new wave of current would begin again, starting very light, then moving around to different parts of the body, this time a bit stronger and lasting a bit longer.

When the current started flowing to Andrea she had an instant reaction. She seemed startled. She tensed at once. Her body was so sensitive that even low power levels had a big effect. She wiggled and struggled but couldn't do anything to stop the flow.

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[Continued from above.]

Jim guessed that it was not just the current alone that made her so alarmed, but also a combination of feeling so helpless and alone and terrified, along with the knowledge that the electricity was going to start building up stronger and stronger.

As the current began to pulse and surge to different parts of her body the strange sensations moved across her bare skin. From time to time there was stimulation to some of the most sensitive parts of her sensitive, helpless body.

She put up a surprisingly strong struggle for such a slim, slight girl. She fought hard with the restraints on her wrists and ankles.

The wire lattice swayed as she fought. It was well made. It was just flexible enough to allow a little bit of movement. But it was so strong that it any movement took a lot of strength and it quickly snapped back into position. Andrea could struggle and thrash and fight against the heavy steel cables to the point of exhaustion and accomplish nothing.

Her slim chest and small, taught breasts rose and fell dramatically as she tried hard to gulp in big breaths of air to help her deal with all of the feelings.

She quickly started sweating, maybe from the effects of the current or because of her hard struggles. Sweat was part of the process. Jim knew that the sweat on her body would help the current dance and flow smoothly across her sensitive bare skin.

The booth was sound-proof so there was no way to hear if she was trying to make any noises through her gag, whether trying to plead or scream or moan. But from all of her struggles it was obvious that even light amounts of current were having a strong effect.

Sure enough, one of the electrodes on her body seemed to be her favorite. Or at least it produced the biggest effects by far. Even at quite low power, when the piercing at her clit come on she seemed to gasp and writhe and thrash much more than usual. The muscles in her legs and belly pulsed and squirmed and flexed. Jim could see the muscles and tendons in her slim arms straining and flexing to the utmost of her strength.

As the current continued to stimulate her she rocked her hips with the waves and pulses of the current. As the feelings increased she wiggled harder and arched her back. She thrust her hips out and back in a way that was almost lewd and obscene.

Whenever the current powered down for a short time she’d gasp for breath as she hung there helpless. Her bare chest and slim breasts would rise and fall dramatically as she struggled to breathe and gulp in as much air she could. Sometimes she could collect her thoughts well enough to shake her head sharply back and forth as if to say “No No No!” or “Stop Stop Stop!” But the computer controlling the process was remorseless. No sooner would Andrea make this head-shaking gesture than she would start to feel the current coming on again. She’d have to brace herself for a new round of stimulation, starting gently at first, like a light caress on her skin, taunting and tickling her bare body, and letting her know that each wave was going to build up longer and stronger than before. She’d have to get ready for big new waves of agony and ecstasy.

Two of the onlookers seemed like college students, a boy and a girl about the same age.

“Look at that horny little minx,” the young man said to the girl with a smile and a chuckle. “She’s getting orgasm after orgasm,” he said. “She’s loving every second of this.”

The young woman had been studying Andrea’s movements and struggles the whole time, paying very close attention. “Maybe,” she said softly. She kept her opinions to herself.

“She’s a kinky little wench,” the young man said. “Well if you've got to go you might as well have a great time,” the young man said.

“Maybe,” the young woman said with a slight nod of her head.

Jim could see the current was obviously having huge effects on Andrea as she squirmed and struggled hard in her restraints. But he didn’t know what the effects were.

He thought it would be nice if she was having fun. Maybe she was getting many strong waves of intense pleasure. It was possible, based on how she rocked her hips, threw her head back, and arched her back while her pulse was racing. Maybe she had several orgasms. Maybe they were very strong.

But he had doubts too. She might be feeling intense pleasure or terrible pain, as the current pulsed and surged across her helpless body. Maybe she felt waves of pleasure and agony that were intertwined. Even pleasure can turn into its own kind of torture if it’s too intense or prolonged or not wanted.

The hood gave her an eerie appearance. Her face may very well have been contorted with feelings of agony or ecstasy or both. But the only thing an onlooker could see in her face area was the black cloth looking perfectly bland, smooth and placid – quite a contrast to the hard struggles of her lively bare body.

Phase 1 went on for a long time. Finally it ended after almost 20 minutes.

Andrea seemed completely spent and exhausted by what she had been through. She hung limply by her wrists struggling to breathe as deeply as she could.

The pause between Phase 1 and Phase 2 was stressful for everyone. It always is.

Jim always felt very uncomfortable during the pause between the phases. During Phase 1 he could console himself thinking that maybe the condemned could get some pleasure from the electricity along with the likely pain. But he had no illusions about what happened next. He felt sorry for the condemned, waiting suspended and vulnerable and all alone, with no idea how soon or how hard the current would resume.

Andrea was clearly conscious as she waited between the phases. Her chest was heaving as she kept breathing deep, trying hard to take in enough oxygen. Sometimes she squirmed helplessly. Underneath her hood she seemed to look left and right constantly, as if she was trying to look around and understand her surroundings. She probably thought about the agony ahead for her. The current was off, but her body seemed as alert as ever. If anything the Phase 1 experience might have made her body even more sensitive.

Otherwise there was really nothing she could do but hang by her wrists, bare and spreadeagled, and wait.

Did she cry? Did she lose her composure as she hung there helpless, from all the built up feelings of loneliness and helplessness, and terror of what was ahead? There was no way to know.

After what seemed like a long time for everyone, Jim got the go-ahead for Phase 2. In some ways this made him very worried and unhappy. In other ways he felt it would be a relief to get the whole process over with.

The job was tough for Jim. He knew the final phase would certainly cause death of a fit, healthy young person. It was probably an agonizing process too. He usually felt highly reluctant to push the last button.

He consoled himself thinking about the job overall. The work hours were short and there were lots of holidays, vacations and leave days. The pay was good. The benefits were better. And he could look forward to an early retirement with a terrific lifetime pension.

He took a deep breath and hit the button on his console. The equipment hummed as it powered up.

A moment later, with no warning, a lightning bolt of strong current slammed hard into Andrea’s body.

Instantly she heaved and shook in mighty convulsions. She flung herself upward and struggled with far more force than expected from such a slim body. But like a fly caught in a web, no matter how violently she struggled there was no way to break free. There was no way to get away as the electricity surged through her body.

There was no way to know how long she was conscious for the ordeal – maybe seconds or minutes or maybe more.

If she was conscious most onlookers thought the feelings must be sheer agony.

Thankfully, after quite a long time it all came to an end. Andrea was gone. Her lifeless body was left in place for a while. Frigid air was pumped into the execution chamber to help cool the body.

Later, the body was taken down and taken away for disposal.

Later that day, in the afternoon, another young woman was brought in for her turn in the execution chamber. The process continued.

THE END
 
Excellent story as always from you.

I particularly liked the tension and the anxiety due to the impending execution.
I also love the fact that, despite the victim were reluctant, the conversations are in a very cheery and light mood.

Super.
 
It indeed is a nice story but seen from my perspective, I would rather let it end like this:


Jim told the weak but still conscious Andrea that he now would commence the second and final phase.

“It will still be painful but soon you will loose conscious before the end” he said.

Unknown to Andrea was that Jim would stop seconds after Andrea lost conscious and ask the medical staff to take over and make her go to a normal sleep.

Much later………………

Andrea felt a strong headache, like her head was about to explode. She felt very sore in her whole body, but she still was too weak to do anything about it. Then the blurred shadows in her weak mind and memory became clearer and clearer and she suddenly remembered.

“Am I dead, why do I still feel pain?” she thought and tried to move but nothing happened. She tried to scratch her nose but realized that her hands were still locked but this time in front of her. She opened her eyes, and she was in shock. She was folded almost like a ball in a strange looking metal device. She couldn’t move any part of her body save for turning her head from side to side.

She tried to scream but only a “mmmmmmmm” could be heard. She now realized that her head was locked in a metal cage and that a rod inside her mouth was pressing her tongue down and caused severe pain. Her leg muscles began to cramp, and she felt how she longed to be able to stretch her legs, but it simply wasn’t possible.

Jim was standing beside her (see picture) and he really enjoyed the awakening of the very confused Andrea.

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Credit to hookywooky for a wonderful picture.

“Good morning, Princess, did you have a nice sleep?” he said laughing

“Did you really believe we would let you leave us for good? No, my love, you are our plaything and right now the medical team are responsible for your recovery, before we can continue to play again.” Jim said with a broad smile and continued

“You are deep below in secret dungeon, and nobody knows that you are still alive. So, enjoy your stay and see you later” Jim said and left the sobbing Andrea in the dark dungeon.
 
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It was exciting as the tension built up. I got aroused and felt a tingle and a dampness between my legs. These stories make me feel what the victim is feeling as I put myself in their place and let my imagination take over. Well written.
Thank you for the comment. It's a dark little tale. A few people seem to like it okay. My favorite part to write was the conversation in the holding facility between the two friends. Sydney is mostly trying to be nice and supportive, but for whatever reason her words are sometimes a subtle & cruel twist of the knife to torment Andrea. People are complex.
 
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