The Chair Replaced
Caroline sat on the plane, contemplating her future, which one had to say now
looked somewhat bleak. Next to her was Damien, her escort…
Escort? Huh! She was being extradited to face an immediate execution. She still
couldn’t get her head round it. She could picture the office party as if it was
yesterday. She had worn a strapless red number, specially chosen to show off her
very ample cleavage. She even remembered tha name of the perfume she had chosen;
L’Aimant. She could remember the food – absolutely the best – and that nasty
little man who had got so obvious trying to recover the trifle from her
cleavage.
All right, she shouldn’t have hit the guy, but he was coming on to her and
making a nuisance of himself. How was she to know he was a high-ranking
diplomat? That this would cause an international incident? That she would be
tried for murder (in her absence?) and found guilty with no chance of appeal? It
had all happened mind-blowingly fast, and she simply couldn’t get her head round
it. Now here she was, arrested, extradited and under escort to a fate she didn’t
even want to think about.
All she had been able to find out on the internet was that the diplomat’s home
country, to which she was now heading, had developed a new and more humane
version of electrocution. How could electrocution be humane? She had seen
electrocutions reported at home, and she had no desire to try it for herself,
thank you very much! As far as she could tell from the reports it was extreme
pain, and far from quick. No, she definitely didn’t want to try this for
herself. And yet she had no choice!
She asked Damien to comfort her, but he said he could really do nothing… it
wouldn’t be ethically correct to f**k a prisoner under escort! All he could do
was to tweak at her nipples through her dress. She really needed the comfort;
this groping was not helping at all! She wanted to be f**ked, presumably for the
last time, but Damien said no – she had already had the last f**k she would ever
get. They would be landing in an hour and she would be dead in two hours from
now. It seemed very odd to Caroline to be counting out the end of her life that
clinically, but Damien could obviously do it!
When the plane taxied in she was taken down the steps, and waiting for them were
a team of men all dressed identically in hooded black rubber macs. Damien handed
her over and with the formalities complete managed to give her a quick grope
before she was taken away.
At the death house she was stripped naked, and a lady officer ordered her onto a
gynecological couch, where she had her armpits and her pubic area shaved smooth.
She was given an enema, which hurt……as large volumes of water were forced into
her. She was already tense, and this was making it intolerable. Having had a few
minutes on the loo, she felt a little easier, but was completely puzzled when
escorted into the death chamber. Probably because of what she had seen at home
she had expected to be dressed and sit in a chair, but she remained naked and
there was a bed covered in rubber. Maybe it was the surprise factor – it was all
happening so fast and in such a strange way – that she lay on it and didn’t
struggle too much as her hands were secured to the bed head and her feet to the
other end, so that she lay on the rubber spread-eagled, and showing the world
everything she had.
Then came a rubber blindfold, very tight, and a large rubber ball-gag… Caroline
could well imagine that they wanted her silent as they murdered her, for
Caroline was under no illusions; this was state sanctioned murder…
She was somewhat intrigued; all this preparation and no sign of the electrical
connections necessary….. Then she felt rubber gloves between her legs and a cold
metal “tampon” was pushed into her now sopping wet vagina…..Was this the new,
humane method? She tried to expel it, but her muscles were not co-operating, and
the tampon stayed firmly inside her.
Caroline was completely cold and clinical – almost like she was watching herself
from outside her own body - monitoring the preparations to kill her, and
wondered about the return wire…the one they put on the victim’s leg at home. The
gloves moved to her breasts and tweaked her nipples hard and erect. Nipple clips
were attached…
And then it started. Just a gentle hum, and electric shocks followed by instant
orgasms ripped through Caroline’s body one after the other….in increasingly
quick succession. The hum became a buzz, and Caroline was thrashing about on the
bed and moaning loudly. No wonder they had gagged her, and had her tied down.
The buzz got louder and she couldn’t control herself any longer. She was leaping
in the bondage, screaming as climax after climax ripped through her in a
never-ending stream of torment.
Caroline actually heard the click as the control knob was turned up one more
notch. She thrashed one more violent leap, and then lay still. The new humane
method of electrocution had done it’s work, and the state were satisfied that
Caroline had paid the price for hitting a party guest.
Copyright by pakamacman2001 (2006).