Jessicas Execution

Time slowed as the nurse team worked together to carefully maneuver the sling and its terrified cargo over the chair. Sarah gave a signal and the crane released her. Landing with a short plop, the diaper and deeper devices shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't do anything to protest though, as a set of gloved hands grasped each of her limbs and stripped the soft cuffs.

They were then wrapping her wrists and ankles in thick, tan padded leather cuffs and pin locking them right. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding as part of the seat beneath her was removed, similar to that of a commode, and lessening the pressure somewhat of the package around her pelvis. She proceeded to squirm a bit to balance all the stuff within and without.

Velcro straps were soon tightening her feet flush with the foot rests that were partially extended like that of the wheelchair. The surface itself was metallic and a little slick bit they turned screws and tightened straps until it was a perfect fit. 

Small rings in the back and seat were secured to her belt that protruded now just above the plastic. A soft rubber block partially inflated to support her lower back and thrust her chest up and out with better posture. As it inflated more heavy cuffs secured her thighs. She already couldn't close her legs with all the padding between them but the cuffs caused her legs to spray almost obscenely wide. Her bra was joined with an adapter at the wood backrest turning the bra into its own rubber restraint harness that gave a little more leeway than the leather. A single wide strap went under each armpit and over her upper chest while her biceps got padded cuffs of their own.

Jessica only had the mobility of her hand, neck, face, fingers, and toes left. She could do little more than watch the nurses dance through their synchronized procedure. She only became worried when Sarah reappeared with a set of metallic cup-like bowls.

“Hmm full cup or partial?”, Sarah seemed to muse out loud. “Partial would probably be smarter with those B cups…”

Sarah twisted the bowls until only two wide crossed cupping bands remained. Sarah signaled and gloved hands grasped a tit and worked it into the metal cup as she locked it to the rubber ring base of the bra. Fully seated the X bands bit into her sensitive mammaries and bulging around it, her skin slowly turned reddish. Her nipples were still visible through a circular opening at the apex. Jessica groaned at the treatment.

“ Ohh honey, I know it's uncomfortable, just be glad I'm doing the neck brace last, I'm told it's terribly annoying for long periods.”

As she started her talk routine again Jessica winced and grimaced as Sarah rolled her nipples between her fingers. Screwdrivers twisted a set of clamps on the swelling and hardening nips. It pinched like a motherfucker but she was even more self conscious of the tingle traveling all the way down to her painfully clamped clip. What the hell was wrong with her? At least Sarah seemed satisfied.

As the pain subsided, Jessica soon felt a slight vibration near her rear as a nurse accessed the umbilical. Soon light vibrations ran through her anal plug. She was feeling a hose being screwed in place and the hollow retainer shifting open. Positioning blocks were simultaneously bolted over her shoulders and each side of her ribs. Worse, each shake of the chair, no matter how slight, sent new waves of pain through every clamped part of her anatomy.

Jessica was in a state of shock. Nothing about this felt real. It was as if her mind separated from this strapped down form. This helpless body.

The leather allowed her to shift minutely enough to prevent most cramping but the human body wasn't designed for rigid stillness. She tried to protest as Sarah added a rubber strap around and over the mouth plate. Now the guard was forced to sit more firmly and pressed down on her lips to prevent any loose opening. Then a hand pushed her chin up to allow a neck brace-like rubber posture collar that sat on her collar bone, ran rigidly up the whole neck and cupped the chin. A short adjustable rod was screwed to the base and ran up to the chin cup. Now sideways movement and even slight bending were impossible. Sarah was right, it was intensely uncomfortable and she had to focus on slow deep breaths to not lose it.

A sharp prick on her arm made her jump but she quickly realized it was just Sarah starting an IV line. Listening more closely Jessica realized she'd been discussing drugs for alertness, fluids for hydration, and that the needle wouldn't be in too long.

Whatever was entering her veins did actually help her nerves a bit and rehydrated her body. The downside was the sudden awareness. The dopey dissociation melted away and she was 100% back in her body.

As the refreshing feeling continued to pulse through her veins, she was distracted by a commotion nearby. Sarah vanished amid raised voices and the rattle of metal and moaning. Soon her drawl joined in admonishing nurses about treating ‘patients’ with respect before the vault sealed. Plastic rustled and leather creaked as moans degraded into sobs as another person occupied a neighboring death chair.

As they worked out of sight, Jessica was left largely alone. Sarah would pop by regularly to check her airways, circulation, and vitals. Really her neck and back ached, while a noticeable pressure built in her bladder. Otherwise as long as no one jostled her clamps, she was okay.

Jessica strained her ears to listen for her neighbor but the air conditioning system was like a steady white noise to her efforts. Sarah came by again to give a 30min warning. Then she wheeled a cart next to the stage. It looked like a weird pump. Sarah unfurled a hose and screwed it into a nozzle in the side of the stage. She explained that the machine would be pumping a salt based gel. The intention was to inundate her large and small intestine with it. Sarah warned her to take some deep breaths.

They didn't help much. Sarah swapped her IV bags while Jessica suddenly felt the sensitive tissue of her anal ring go cold. Soon the feeling climbed her rectum and the pervasive chill permeated her gut. The viscous consistency and slow flow mercifully cut down on cramping but still increased in pressure quickly.

She had been listening so intently for others earlier but now her sole focus was the gradual expansion of her gut. She had to remember to breathe as her belly visibly swelled. At first she merely felt full but soon she swore she could feel every pulsing blood vessel straining in her abdomen.

Sarah tried to help by rubbing her belly with lotion and kneading her gut to help spread the internal gel evenly. It was thoughtful but provided little relief. Soon anger surged and overrode her fear. She railed against these asinine ‘treatments’ and their medical pretensions hiding barbarism! But no matter how she raged and cried, the soulless machine continued to pump her ass full.

Jessica's blood pressure built as the strain expanded. Then suddenly she felt a wave of relief and a worrisome shifting made her wonder if her intestines had ruptured. Sarah chose that moment to inform her all was well and not to be embarrassed at losing bladder control so soon

Fucking what? She wasn't dying yet but if she could die of embarrassment she might save them some trouble as she realized she'd passed herself. Her misery soon lifted somewhat though as a chirping machine announced her intestines full.

They took the IV out and gave her a glaringly pink band aid. She couldn't muster the will to be mad as she felt her retainer plug close and the hose retracted. Jessica felt bloated to the extreme and even with the collar she could still see her hugely distended belly sticking out like a massive pregnancy. She could literally feel it rest heavily atop her thighs. 

Colors danced across her vision as she had to work to pull oxygen into her lungs. She sucked hard on the mouth tube and flared her nostrils wide. Slowly she seemed to find a new rhythm.

Of course that was when a new wave of nurses swarmed her. They muttered half coherently about wiring and connectivity. They ran tests on handheld devices at various points around the stage and chair. A few snatched pitying glances at her but most stayed focused.

“Okay! We're only ten minutes out, people!”, shouted a new voice.

Multiple nurses seemed to miss a step but were all soon nodding and picking up their pace. Sarah gave a thumbs up after they'd finished.

“3's all set!”, she hollered back.

The curtains parted rapidly and Jessica was presented with three two-story mirrors. The wings angled slightly inwards and the center showed her transformation in all its glory.

She thought she was already at the peak of embarrassment but seeing herself clothed in metal, leather, rubber, and plastic was mind bendingly hard. Her five foot seven frame sat rigidly erect. Her eyes were clearly bloodshot and her belly looked 11months pregnant. Her diaper bulged between her splayed legs, already spotted with yellow. Her breasts were angry red and swollen past the crossed metal. Her nipples stood out, clamped and proud. Worst of all her eyes tracked wiring bundles of red, black, yellow, and orange positioned from the bottoms of the footrests and incrementally up the chair back. 

Jessica watched, mesmerized, as Sarah helped lower a UFO shaped death helmet onto her bare pate. Cold metal and wet foam sponge squished down while an adjustable chin strap and facial harness was fitted to her skull. Now just her horrified eyes peered out above a partial nose guard. Tubes pushed into her nostrils began pumping air in. 

It wasn't until this moment that she tested her bonds in earnest. She seemed to have the strength of a feather in a hurricane. Shaking, her attention returned to the mirror. She could see bustling near the curtains to her left around a different gel pump cart. A random woman stood further down with her eyes locked on a large digital clock.

Sarah snuck up behind her and for the first time leaned in close whispering like a schoolgirl.

“See that old timey phone way in the back? If that thing rings we have to stop immediately and answer. Only the High Court and Imperial Family have direct access. It happens occasionally but be wary, sometimes a ‘stay’ isn't all it's cracked up to be…”

Ignoring the haunted look on Sarah's eyes, Jessica felt a renewed surge of HOPE! Thin but powerful, Jessica bent that sliver to willing it to ring. She stared so hard she almost missed the curtains beside her opening up.

The person strapped in next to her was much shorter and smaller. The chair dwarfed her and they clearly had to boost her up a bit. The diaper seemed to almost swallow the poor girl. And there was something off about her chest. Yes, squinting she could see a series of thin needles sticking out of full metal domes, more encompassing than her own.

Saline, they were using saline to pump up her flat breasts to accommodate the small bra. Even so, the strain on her chest looked intense, the skin looked to be almost stretched white instead of red. Then there was no missing the belly that stuck out from her frame as if a third of her body was about to grow a twin. The skin of her obliques was so tight, her ribs stuck out. Her chest rose and fell in short pinched gasps.

Jessica, of course, recognized this particular young woman as a fellow freshman exchange student, Meiling Li. She'd been so earnest in trying to make friends. She was so naive, Jessica felt a wave of guilt at recruiting her so easily. At the time it had seemed so harmless. Now shaven, dehumanized, and having a death helmet strapped to her skull, she was just another faceless victim of the system.

The final occupant was revealed shortly thereafter. The woman was bigger than Jessica and Mei Mei combined. She'd been a lacrosse star and their upper class woman Big Sister in the club. Her bra was larger and still the locked tissue bulged outwards. Everything else matched Jessica's situation, except her diaper was somehow still pristine white and she still had a decent tan. Jessica wrestled with feelings of envy.

As each woman's eyes drank in the scene, they surveyed each other. Nurses faded into the background as Katie glared gratefully around her, Mei filled hers with tears, and Jessica's always pulled back to that phone.

Sweat continually formed and dried in the circulating air. Jessica twisted slightly back and forth trying to find a little relief but really only managed to pinch herself and rustle the diaper.

“You look restless dear. Take some deep breaths and try counting heartbeats…that way you'll know you're still alive!”

What bullshit infuriating advice! That of course she began doing. That and the tapping. All the women tapped. It was in fact noted that death chair occupants often tapped roughly the same beats per minute with their free fingers and toes. A tattoo of mortal fear?

Jessica watched the nurses remove Mei's breast needles but her distress clearly still remained acute. She also saw some commotion around Katie, and then saw the woman fitted with hand splay-mitts. It looked like she may have been scratching her palms open.

At one o'clock even, the air pressure changed and her ears popped. The air itself blew a little faster. The digital clock flashed a warning. Every nurse immediately moved off the stages leaving only a single youngish woman beside each chair. Anya stood proudly next to Mei. A short ginger with a pinched expression stood by Katie, and Sarah stood at ease next to Jessica.

Her attention tightened as the top half of the central mirror went blurry then cleared to reveal a wide audience of witnesses. Dismay widened in Jessica's eyes. She needed only seconds to find her baggy eyed lawyer, her pale mother, and her grim sister. Jessica desperately tried to turn her head and close her legs, but it was no use.

A severe looking older woman in a military uniform stepped forward, “Good afternoon, patients and guests, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Assistant Director Cain and I will be supervising today. May I present my three young apprentices who will be testing out of phase one today! I present Miss Ross, Miss Sterling, and Miss Hayes. The witnesses will now have a couple minutes to view the condemned as we seal the Vault.”

Never had there been a more mortifying awkward silence. Her lawyer seemed distracted but her sister Lana mouthed ‘love you’ while her mother wept. She figured this was the first time she'd seen her eldest in a diaper since she was a toddler. And now she was lewdly splayed and passing herself for all to see.

While Jessica's own mind tormented her, Roselyn Ross turned to Katie and formally bowed. Then with a weirdly robotic cant, she read off Katie's Warrant. Capital convictions of terroristic bombings of A.I. substations. Conspiracy to disrupt lawful governing. Collateral damage and the death toll. The list was extensive and shared by all three of them. “Katie Thomas you have been sentenced to death in the Mark VI Electric Chair. I will be your Executrix.”

Katie's perpetual glare turned fearful as Roselyn charged the helmet with fresh salt water, droplets running down her neck and ears. A quick brush of thick liquid over each eyelid and it was soon apparent her lids were glued open. Eye shields with dripping sponges flipped down from the front rim of her helmet, blocking sight only a millimeter from the cornea.

Katie began to moan pitifully, mitts slapping the armrests as Roselyn used the final head harness strap to thread the shields and press them tight, squishing directly into her eyes.

Roselyn checked the fit then was off the stage, “Charge Platform Alpha!”

A buzzing response filtered through the speakers from the A.I. mind, “Charging….charged.”

“Arm ports!”

“Alpha ports armed.”

Roselyn turned around, “ Katie Thomas, your chair is now armed, and you will be put to death via electrocution variant 2, we will bypass your heart and electrify your body until your brain waves cease. May you find repentance and peace in the After. Execute Cycle One!”