Betsey\'s Execution

BETSEY’S Execution - PART TWO

Betsey arrived at the Warden’s house, at 1630 hrs on August 31, 2105, sixteen hours earlier to avoid running the gauntlet of press and protestors. Her lawyer Jodie, who ran interference for her, arrived a short while after. I had previously explained to Betsey that she would enter the prison by a secret underground passageway “when your time has come”. So while the press, protestors and others gathered outside the prison’s main entrance to make noise and accomplish nothing, the three of us wined, dined, romanced and enjoyed each other. Betsey did not have to go through the usual process of intake, de-robing, the Reduction Chamber, etc. (Although, she would have looked so gorgeous and vulnerable laying nude on the Reducing Table and I would have loved to reduce her).

Betsey was being held in “special voluntary custody” at the Warden’s (i.e., my) house. However, at 0730 hrs the next morning, the Execution Protocol would commence. In two nights she would be sleeping in the death-house. And the day following would be her last. This of course, unless she changed her mind. We‘ll have a lot of fun in the meantime, I thought as we fell asleep. She smelled great.

The next morning, September 1, 2105, at 0730 hrs, the process began. After breakfast, Betsey, Jodie and I entered the prison and proceeded to the death-house. There we were met by Senior Corrections Officer Debra {last name deleted}. At that time, in Debra’s office, next to the death chambers, we reviewed the specifications of each of our four electric chairs. Betsey selected Chair No. 1 saying to Debra, “The Warden tells me Gina went wild in this one”. I shrugged to Debra and who smiled saying, “No coaching, Warden!” Turning back to the executee, Debra said, “Is this the chair you want, Betsey?” Debra asked. “Yes”, Betsey replied sweetly.

When the discussion turned to the subject of electrodes, Jodie and I left Betsey and her executioner alone for a few minutes in private. In parting, I told Debra, “Gina her”. “What’s that?” Betsey asked a quizzical expression on her face. “You’ll find out when the time comes, if you go through with it.” Betsey smiled. You’ve gotta do it, I thought.

In outside the room, Jodie confided to me that handling Betsey’s case cause her much conflict. She loved Betsey and was opposed to the death penalty, but felt her lover did not deserve to suffer. She said never imagined when she was in law school that she would have a case such as this with such consequences. Betsey and she had been partners since college and last year planned to marry until the bad news arrived. Jodie confided that she never thought that she would play such a role in ending Betsey’s life. I told Jodie that all she did was help her partner get the choice to die; the rest was up to Betsey. Jodie’s emotions got the best of her; she began to cry. We hugged.

Emerging from Debra’s office with a radiant smile, Betsey announced that she had opted for the golden electrodes.

“Are you sure?”, I asked.

“Yes, Warden” Betsey replied. “Gold is the best conductor of electricity.”

“You might enjoy the chrome set better.” I replied, concerned because the vaginal electrode from only the chrome set vibrated, while its the gold set counterpart did not. Damn it, we won’t be able to Gina her, I thought.

“Don’t worry Warden” Debra interrupted, “I have plenty of time to make the necessary modifications to our equipment.” Debra winked.

“What are you talking about?” Betsey asked.

“You’ll find out when the time comes, brave girl” I said, laughing with Debra.

“No coaching Warden” Debra intoned. Betsey smirked. She’s gotta go through with it, I thought.

While Debra made her modifications to the gold vaginal electrode, Betsey, Jodie and I returned to the Warden’s house. Again as the protestors and press gathered outside, we did everything possible to make Betsey enjoy the little time she was going to have left. I my private basement dungeon, all the focus was on Betsey in preparing her for her ultimate sub experience. I watched Jodie undress Betsey. It was quite a sight.

“My slip is showing”, Betsey said as she reached in her pocketbook producing some static guard. Standing up, she raised the front hem of her navy blue chiffon dress and sprayed her slip. “This usually doesn’t happen to me” Betsey confided. “There’s more behind you” Jodie lied, as she raised the back and side hems of Betsey’s dress, spraying. Betsey looked down over her shoulder sheepishly. She’s already full of electricity, I thought. After her press conference, I begged her to wear that dress for this occasion and to my pleasure she obliged. Jodie then proceed to unzip the back of Betsey’s dress. I became moist and my nipples erect as Betsey, looking down at Jodie, raised her arms overhead as Jodie raised and then lifted the dress up and away. Betsey was a beautiful sight in her lacy blue camisole and half-slip. What a shame to electrocute this! I thought. Her slip a had a lacy slit from the hem all the way to the waistband. Classy yet very sexy, I thought, as my heart raced. Jodie removed Betsey’s camisole and then stood back to admire her partner now clad in her bra and half-slip. I was soaked in sweat. Betsey then began to disrobe Jodie and here is how they looked:

Their eyes meet as Jodie ran her fingers along the waistband of Betsey’s half-slip, making Betsey giggle and her tummy twitch. I’ll be seeing that tummy twitch when her time comes, I thought. And she won’t be giggling either! These two women knew how to pleasure one another. Jodie then worked her way behind Betsey who, arms up-raised and cooing, craned her neck to one side and closed her eyes. Jodie then slid her hand under Betsey’s waistband eliciting a tense smile followed suddenly by gasp. Betsey’s mouth was agape, her eyes wide-open and filled with lesbian passion. Jodie began to nibble at her victim’s neck while I worked the tummy. Betsey squealed and squirmed. She loved it. I gently bit into her waistband and pulled it down over her buttocks, causing her slip to fall to the floor in a gentle swoosh, revealing her sheer beauty as well as her diamond-pierced navel. Naughty, yet discreet, I thought as she daintily stepped over her half-slip that had puddled at her feet.

Standing there in her lycra navy blue bra and low-rise, hi-cut briefs, garters, lacy thigh-highs and heels, Betsey began to cover up. Pulling down her victim‘s arms, Jodie said, “Betsey come on, don’t be embarrassed, the Warden is not a stranger”. I pointed to the bed, and both walked over holding hands. As I was undressing, Jodie pushed Betsey by the tummy down on the bed. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Jodie removed Betsey’s bra, and I immediately began to feel envious and jealous of Betsey at how blessed she was. And in two days she’ll be gone, I thought as I joined in, removing Betsey’s undies so that she was bare like the rest of us. Only her nylons and heels remained. “Betsey honey, I’m glad you didn’t do anything foolish like go out and get a wax job or anything like that. Because we have something special in store for you tomorrow night, your last night.” I said. “What’s that?“ she asked. I didn’t respond. You’ll see, I thought as a hooked my middle finger and slid it through her pubis and inside her. She closed her eyes and my finger immediately became wet. “Cuff her!” I instructed Jodie who immediately complied. “Sit her up!” I said. Again Jodie complied. I smiled, as did Betsey, when I found her spot. As she began to release, her hands were cuffed behind her back, she was sitting up and her hair to one side over her right shoulder, as I tried to pick her up with my hooked finger. Jodie pulled her hair back just right, biting her neck and shoulder. Betsey then completely lost control, having multiple orgasms before finally collapsing onto the bed. I then un-cuffed her out of mercy. “You are such a beautiful woman, Betsey,” I said. She smiled back as Jodie caressed her.

After re-hydrating ourselves, I sat on the bed behind Betsey and pulled her down, holding her arms in a full-Nelson. Jodie then spread our victim’s nyloned thighs and went to work, kissing, tasting, etc., etc., etc. Betsey screamed, squirmed, squealed and laughed. She went into overdrive when I released her from the Nelson and proceeded to rub her labium first side-to-side and then in a circular motion; slow then fast, then slow then very fast, etc., etc., etc. All this time she kept her arms over her head. “You are such a good sub” I whispered in her ear before licking her lobe. “That tickles!“ she giggled. “She’s very ticklish” Jodie informed me. I smiled devilishly and then proceeded upstairs to fix some dinner in the kitchen.

When I returned twenty minutes later, Betsey was snuggled next to Jodie and fast asleep. Jodie was awake. “Let her rest” I whispered. “She’ll get more later” I said. “Let’s eat” I said. “I just did” Jodie retorted. Betsey smiled and giggled, eyes still closed. We ate and let the beauty sleep.

When we returned about an hour later, we decide to play some mind games with our victim. We pushed the clocks and calendar twenty-two hours ahead. I awoke Betsey by tickling her nyloned feet, electing a squirm and giggle.

“Come on Betsey wake up!” I said, “We have to move. We are behind schedule.”

“What?“ she said.

“You slept all last night and all day today.” I said. “It’s time to move you to the death house. Let’s go.”

She was confused. Jodie and I were all dressed.

“Give me a few minutes” she said.

“Okay, five minutes” I said officially.

“Can I help her Warden?” Jodie asked.

“You may, counselor.” I said leaving them.

“Where is my jumpsuit” Betsey asked Jodie. “I’ll get it for you, honey” Jodie responded. When Jodie returned, she said she couldn’t find it but found something else. Producing a chrome vibrator, Jodie pushed Betsey by the shoulders back onto the bed. I then returned and asked what was going on. They mentioned the missing jumpsuit and I responded by saying “Don’t worry we have until tomorrow to find it”. Betsey, disoriented as to date and time, was totally confused.

“You mean my appointment has been re-scheduled?” Jodie then told her what we did with the date and time.

“You assholes!” she replied.

“Shut up and lay down!” Jodie said turning on the vibrator. The next thing I heard was Betsey squealing to the sound of the vibrator buzzing up against her pierced navel and then her lower tummy. Multiple orgasms again! I thought. Do these two know how to make each other happy!

After a few minutes, Jodie turned off the vibrator, and at my request, applied some KY to it and Betsey.

“You obviously don’t need it now doll” I said. “but you’ll need it, as a conductor, the morning after next. So let’s let apply a pre-execution coat to your insides now.”

“I agree, Warden” Betsey replied.

“I don’t care of you agree,” I retorted, “Protocol is protocol!”

Turning on the vibrator again, Jodie proceeded around and around and around Betsey’s labium, repeatedly circling her prize. Her arms again overhead, Betsey’s beautiful face bore more and more tension with each buzzing revolution. She opened her mouth and let out an occasional sigh or moan as she ejaculated over and over and over again. Jodie was laughing. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you love?” Jodie asked.

Betsey sighed and closed her eyes in response.

Then as Jodie again reached the top of her labium, Betsey partially sat up, looked down at her partner, lowered one of her arms, and with her left hand, gently pressed down on the vibrator which slid in so naturally. At this moment, Betsey, head quivering, eyes glazed over, at once laid back down, closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and arched her back. She began raking, then twisting, first her left nipple, then her right nipple, with her right hand, while rubbing her labium with the other. Jodie again began kissing and tasting her victim. It was pure lesbian passion. I just sat there, watched and took it all in, not wanting to disturb a thing. It was so perfect. I just wish I had videotaped this since mere words cannot do justice. When she was done, Jodie removed the vibrator very slowly, while increasing its speed as she reached one of Betsey’s special spots. Betsey again arched her back, etc., and lost control. Do these women know each other or what, I thought. Once out, Betsey now sitting up straight, ran her arms and hands through her long long hair and let out a big sigh, again collapsing on the bed in total exhaustion. She looked beautiful. Jodie then asked for silence as she placed her ear near Betsey’s prize. “It’s still growling!” she said. I laughed as did Betsey, lazily. As she and Jodie cuddled, they invited me to join in, which I did graciously. “Rest up, Betsey” I said there is more fun tomorrow, you last full day.” I hope. She moaned in acquiescence, nuzzling next to me.

“Are you nervous about being electrocuted?” I asked.

“Nope. I think Jodie is more nervous about it than I am.”

We both looked at Jodie, who just stared at the ceiling, shook her head and closed her eyes in disbelief. It was 0100 hrs.