Betsey\'s Execution

BETSEY’S Execution - part THREE

I awoke Betsey at 0700 hrs on September 2, 2105, her last full day. I hope. She was in a deep sleep from the frolicking of the previous night. I licked her ear lobe which tickled her awake.

“Wake up doll. Rise and shine.” I said.

“Mmmmhmmmm”, she said.

Laying behind her, Jodie embraced her partner whispering, “Come on dear, get up.” Betsey complied.

Sitting up, Betsey ran her arms through her hair again. I couldn’t resist - I began manipulating her nipples which brought a sleepy laugh from her. “I wish we had met sooner honey” I said. “There’s still time.” Betsey replied. I then left Jodie and Betsey alone while I prepared breakfast.

Over breakfast, Betsey announced that she would discuss today with Debra, the possible placement of the optional electrodes for her execution. The mandatory electrodes for Betsey’s execution were as follows: 2 pasty-electrodes on the fore-head, 1 black-pad electrode at the base of the neck, 1 black-pad electrode at the base of spine, 1 gold-plug vaginal electrode (with speculum), 1 gold-plug anal electrode and 1 gold-bar electrode at each ankle). Betsey announced that she decided that, for her electrocution, she also wanted optional electrodes placed as follows:

- 2 pasty-electrodes on each breast astride each nipple,

- 5 black-pad electrodes to the abdomen (with 1 over the navel);

- 4 black-pad electrodes to the lower back;

- 2 black-pad electrodes at each hip;

- 2 pasty electrodes to each buttock;

- 2 pasty electrodes to the upper inside of each thigh;

- 1 blue-band electrode around each thigh, calf and bicep; and,

- the high-heels electrodes - 1 per foot.

“You’re taking no chances Betsey” I said.

“Nope” she said. “I want it over quick.”

“Sounds like you are going for a record: the most electrodes.

Debra who had joined us for breakfast stated, “There is no such thing as overkill in an execution”. Gallows humor.

Debra also suggested Betsey wear the brine-soaked sponge socks on her feet since she opted for the heels. “It will also work well with the ankle electrodes.“ She advised.

“Cut off the ends so I can see her toes curl” I said. Again, gallows humor.

“Gee thanks, Warden,” Betsey replied.

Jodie remained silent throughout and picked at her food.

Betsey then got up from the table and said she need to get dressed.

“What?” I said.

“Get dressed, Warden. I have to . . . .”

“I don’t think so” I said opening her red silk robe and showing Debra her beauty.

“Debra?”

“Yes, Warden”

“Did you bring the sybian?”

“Per your order.”

“Oh my” Betsey replied.

“You’re familiar with it, Betsey?”

She smiled back.

Jodie’s face light up.

“Let‘s take Betsey for one last ride.”

Betsey was again cuffed and lead downstairs to the dungeon.

Betsey selected the flat-top attachment for her ride. When the sybian is activated, the attachment vibrates at various speeds and in various directions. The rider, who sits astride the black-leather sybian, literally has the ride of her life, regardless of the attachment used. The flat-top attachment is ribbed and also has a protrusion measuring about 1 inch in height which in Betsey’s case hit the spot, literally. Again, I watched while Jodie and Debra did all the work. Betsey donned her favorite pair of black lacy nylon thigh-highs. Debra ordered her to mount the device and she complied. Betsey then closed eyes as she made herself comfy. Her sunglasses and facial harness were put on. The harness included a mouth-piece and chin-strap which would be used in her electrocution. She was then roped up - Debra’s specialty. Her wrists were bound and her arms were raised overhead. After finishing roping-up Betsey’s ankles and thighs, Debra nodded to Jodie who activated the sybian at exactly 8:30 AM. This time tomorrow . . . , I thought.

Immediately, Betsey’s eyebrows rose above her sunglasses. She’s enjoying this. Debra began fondling Betsey’s cleavage as her breasts bounced.

“Don’t do that twenty-fours from now Debra” I joked.

Debra laughed. I could hear Betsey manage a stifled laugh through her mouthpiece. Gallows humor. Jodie then increased the sybian’s speed and intensity. Betsey squirmed, twitched, tried to stand up on her knees, but due to Debra’s fine rope work, she could only move just a few inches. There was no relief from the intensity of what was happening to her. Her hair was flying all around her head. She was bathed in perspiration. She again smelled great. Debra then unbound Betsey’s ankles and thighs and allowed her to stand and catch her breath.

Jodie then slid the sybian out from under Betsey and the flat-top was replaced by my choice of attachment: the G-Max. This attachment has a protrusion about 2 inches in height with a rotating vibrating ball on the end. The device was then slid back under Betsey who again willingly straddled it. As she squirmed for comfort, Debra rebound her feet and ankles, but lowered her arms down in front of Betsey. Jodie re-activated the device with the usual reaction. Betsey seemed to be experiencing an earthquake as she trembled violently. As Debra and I observed, we brainstormed. We then came upon an idea. We whispered our idea to Jodie who looked at Betsey and nodded enthusiastically. “She’ll love it” she said.

As Betsey rode, Debra and I retrieved some electrical equipment from a corner in the basement. Before inquiring of Betsey, we decided she should have some respite. While the four of us talked about Betsey’s big day tomorrow and what would happen to her, she gave no indication of her intentions. She indicated that the facial harness fit perfectly. She remained bound and astride the sybian and talked about her previous experience with electro-stimulation. Jodie intimated that she brought along Betsey’s favorite electrode: nipple suction cup electrodes.

“Can these be used tomorrow at my execution?” Betsey inquired.

“No” I replied. “Only official state equipment may be used for liability reasons. That’s Protocol, Betsey.”

Betsey and Jodie appeared downcast until I said that nothing prevented us from using their toy today.

Debra then proceeded to raise up Betsey’s arms one last time. I filled the clear plastic suction cups with KY, which doubles as a great conductor and adhesive and applied some jelly to her nipples, which instantly grew as hard as pencil erasers. I then wired up and secured the suction cups to each nipple with wing-nuts.

“Let’s go without the harness this time, okay Betsey?”

“Sure” she said.

Jodie then activated the sybian one last time and Betsey again closed her eyes as she entered into her gyrations. This time we could hear her enjoy her last sybian ride. I hope. As Betsey ejaculated, Debra sensing the right moment turned on the current which caused Betsey to stiffen and strain again the ropes as she tried to fold over. She was screaming so loud, that Debra lowered the voltage. At the lower voltage, Betsey gave off a buzzing-gurgling sound. Her sweat dripped onto the sybian. I then told Jodie and Betsey to turn everything off which they did. Drenched, Betsey said, “That was awesome.” I hope we encouraged you for tomorrow, I thought.

After lunch, we put Betsey to bed. She slept until 1800 hrs while Jodie, Debra and I plotted one more surprise. Jodie cooked Betsey her favorite: baked scrod and scallops with bread crumbs and lemon and salad. I sincerely hoped that this would be Betsey’s last meal. I took in Betsey’s beauty while there was still time. After dinner, Betsey asked for her orange jumpsuit. Jodie, Debra and I looked at each other and laughed.

“What’s the joke, I have to report to the death-house by 8:30 PM don’t I?”

“Yes Betsey, but you will not arrive in a prison jumpsuit.” I said.

“I have to walk through the passageway naked!?” she asked incredulously.

“Nope“ I said. “Orange is not your best color. And black latex looks better on you anyway.”

Jodie and Debra nodded in unison.

“I don‘t understand” she said.

“Come with us.” I said.

As Betsey proceeded with us downstairs to the passageway between the Warden’s house and the death-house, I told her, “We have one more fetish of yours to satisfy, don‘t we?”.

“I think I know what you have in mind” she giggled in reply.

“Oh?” I said.

As we rounded the corner, she discovered how right she was.

“Strip!” I ordered.

“Nope” she smiled back.

I opened Betsey’s robe again as Debra stealthily approached from behind her with a vacuum hose. Betsey was de-robed in one quick slurp. Again she covered up sheepishly.

“Remove the heels and nylons too!”

“Yes Warden, ma’am.”

Debra vacuumed the nylons off the floor and then said “You’ll get everything back once you are in the death-house” as she turned the vacuum off.

Jodie watched from the background.

“Get in, Betsey!” Debra ordered.

Betsey rested her buttocks on the edge of the gurney and the frame of the black vac-bed. She looked up at us.

“Polish me up, nice and shiny” she said as she climbed in, winking.

“We promise”, I said.

As she adjusted the breathing tube, Debra attached the hose to the vac-bed.

As I put my ear to the tube and heard and felt the executee breathing, I nodded to Debra who turned on the vacuum cleaner. As the latex closed in and around her voluptuous figure, Betsey squirmed. Too bad she is laying on her back. Her ass must look awesome. I heard some object getting sucked first through the frame and then through the hose. “Sounds like one of her toe rings” Debra surmised with a devilish grin. I grinned back shaking my head. She loves this. When Betsey was fully sealed, the vacuum cleaner gave off a high pitched whine. Debra then sealed the frame valve, disconnected the hose and turned off the vacuum. All sealed in, Jodie, Debra and I proceeded to buff and polish Betsey to a lusty shine, giving special attention to certain areas. She giggled and squirmed against the latex as her nipples, tummy and other areas were buffed. Debra then departed for the death-house to receive the executee. Jodie went back upstairs to the Warden’s house to prepare for her role as official witness tomorrow morning. Alone with Betsey, I asked, can you breathe okay, honey?” Through the latex Betsey nodded and gave a thumbs up. She was then wheeled to her final destination by prison staff. Here’s how she looked: