Jessicas Execution

Jessica's eyes were glued to the red phone, it's shrill call music to her ears, it was life, if just for a few extra seconds.

Assistant Director Cain almost ripped it off the wall but her red face drained to pale in less than a heartbeat. For a moment she froze, as if it were she who was being shocked to death. She sounded like she wanted to protest but her voice quickly took on an odd mechanical cadence. Then she hung up.

She stared at the phone a few moments then visibly gathered herself. Then she turned up all the way. Close the witness chamber, shut the curtains! She looked to be physically pained to do it but she issued Jessica a Stay of Execution.

Sarah looked dumbfounded and then weirdly embarrassed.

Cain continued, ‘scrape out those corpses, call in an emergency medical team, drain Swinn's bowels, wind down the coils, start a new IV…

Jessica sat in shock. A wave of impossible relief nearly caused her to black out. She could just hear Sarah mutter a curse before beginning to quickly pull wires. She didn't realize it but unhealthy rumors were born around her. The dutiful cogs in the Machine slipped and desperately needed aid.

It took nearly a half hour to drain, unplug, unstrap, and unbind Jessica. And yet, nothing could get her down. Not the nauseating smells of cooked bodies, not the lingering soreness in her breasts and crotch, not even the loss of her dear friends. No, she had looked the Reaper in the eye, dressed up in pink, and survived. Nothing ever felt so good.

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Jessica was transferred to a temporary holding status. Sarah was pulled for other duties. Jessica had a few days lightly restrained in a hospital bed under a ‘No outside contact’ order.

At night she dreamed of reuniting with family. Of eating ice cream, kissing cute girls, and curling up with a mug of hot chocolate on cold nights. She would show she was rehabilitated, she'd take on new roles at school, she'd show she was worthy of a second chance!

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Jessica came to after a particularly restful evening to be greeted with a drawl she'd only been hearing in her nightmares. 

“Ohhh honey! Your intrepid lawyer man crossed the line.”, She leaned in as Jessica clamped her eyes shut. “Which means YOU crossed the line!”

Sarah giggled with the energy of a psychopath, the carefree air of a predator finally catching their prey after a long hungry chase. It was like the woman had completely lost her mind over this.

“I'll not ruin the surprise but,” Sarah slapped Jessica's leg, “It's going to be Awesome”

Jessica felt sick, and incredibly tired all of a sudden despite a full night's rest. She smelled the odor of burnt oranges before unwillingly falling unconscious.

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Jessica came around once more but wished she hadn't. She'd been stripped nude, catheterized, and lay on a familiar gyno table. Reality flickered, but she felt an I.V. go in, the horrid rubber bra with crushing metal cups over her still sore tits.

It wasn't until her eyes wandered over and caught a glimpse of Sarah playing with a Punishment Pear. Sarah's eyes stayed locked on Jessica's with a mischievous smile as the Pear bloomed open in her hands and the metal on metal ratcheting crunch fully extended before a twist and it folded back to its smaller more innocuous form.

Sarah's poisonous accent attempted to soothe but only succeeded in annoying her. Jessica wouldn't be fooled twice. But there was ultimately nothing she could do as the nurses lubed her up and forced the modernized copper device down her love tunnel once more. At this point she'd been fucked by torture tools more than the one time her girlfriend insisted on trying strap on. Such beautiful memories are now written in horror.

“Ungh,” she grunted into the leather muzzle harness belted to her face. At least they hadn't shaved her scalp again. The itching had been awful.

“Bear down little mama!”

God, Sarah wasn't even trying to mask her trashy roots. What could possibly make her this happy?

Jessica grunted again as the Pear tapped her already bruised cervix. She outright screeched, though, as they guided a second Pear up her rectum. It tunneled inside her back passage with a lot more discomfort than the Hollow Plug from the first time.

The infernal clit collar was back. Jessica cried from deep within her psyche as a smirking Sarah used the sonic wand to rip an involuntary orgasm from her and collar her clit. Why hadn't they done this before fitting the Pears? Her natural lady juices would've made it easier.

Then she realized. Sarah didn't want it to be easier. She wants revenge, to rip Jessica apart physically and mentally. She wants to deconstruct her hope and happiness. She wants to feed on the humiliation and pain.

Was it really so personal? Had she somehow hurt Sarah more than she knew? Or was it because she saw the devil through its mask? And that was not something to be tolerated.

The retaining metallic underwear went on as before. They bit into her hips and crotch as only an automated machine could. Something felt off this time but she couldn't pin it down. So instead she took deep breaths and counted heartbeats.

They didn't take her to a studio, there was no pretty dress and wig. In fact they simply wheeled her to an elevator and took her up. Up to the Black Diamond chambers.

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Jessica sweated, then sweated some more as they slipped a soft cloth hood over her head on the way up. Her breath heated the already humid hood, while fans cooled her flushed skin. She could feel when they arrived. The air pressure was different. And the pressure of Sarah's rubber gloved hand on her shoulder tightened.

As they guided her from the wheelchair, Jessica's hopelessness gave way to the same instinctual fear of an animal being led to slaughter. Unfortunately these were no pushover nurses. These nurses were tough, well trained women, and they simply half carried her onto a short stage. Her feet felt like cool metal.

Instead of seating her in a chair, this time they laid her back onto a cold metal surface. The metal was only about a foot wide and she could feel open air to either side. She recognized the texture of padded leather cuffs as they strapped her wrists down at 90 degrees perpendicular from her body in both directions. It was almost like being tugged between two people.

She both heard and felt her metal panties clank softly against the metallic table. She could feel her ankles being held together and secured. Stretchy rubber cords locked both sides of her belt to the edges of the surface. They used molded magnetic blocks to clamp her head in place just after pulling the hood. Straps quickly secured her entire skull rigidly in place. All she could see was a bank of lights on the ceiling and guess the room was much smaller than the one before. She felt one more block slide under her forcefully and despite being bound at the ankles, her crotch was thrust upward, as if presenting it to all.

Fingers and masked faces soon entered her view. Surprisingly they began to unsnap her muzzle's mouth plate. As she took a deep breath to beg, they expertly shoved a dental gag between her teeth and ratcheted it wide. It reminded her most unpleasantly of years of visits to the orthodontist. Having rich parents fix her teeth didn't negate the misery of braces. Now a similar sentiment struck her.

As Jessica worked to keep saliva out of her airways. The bustle around her finally slowed.

“Miss Swinn, can you hear me?”, an older female voice addressed her.

Jessica grunted.

“Do you mind if I call you Jessica?”

Again she grunted, and it was somehow taken in the affirmative.

“Oh excellent! My name is Agatha Mordigast and I've been with the Directorate for longer than any other active doctor. Jessica, are you aware of the gambit your lawyer attempted?”

This grunt was decidedly negative. This old lady seemed to have her attention captured the same way a snake locks down the gaze of its prey. There was something deeper and far more dangerous in this voice. It wasn't the mad mania of Sarah, but almost a foregone inevitably, as if the world twisted to her will regularly.

“He's been disciplined of course, but the System has always been easier on men… Well you see, he forged a simple blood test. The test claimed your heritage was that of a long lost bloodline. A royal bloodline.”

Jessica's heart turned to ice. Morningstar spoke of an unthinkable taboo. Even in this day and age, no one dared cross the Imperial Family.

“ I hope it will cheer you up to know that I castrated and hung him just last night. Men have no clue about suffering…” she paused, seemingly lost in thought.

Jessica willed herself to die. Take her back to the chair! Please, please let her heart stop now. This situation was so, so, bad. Her mother had wanted a younger lawyer, someone with something to prove, a risk taker, a shark!

“Shall we get on with it then? We've got Apprentice Hayes here with us in that signature pink of hers. Did you know she's been given a lucky second chance to complete her phase one's!”

Sarah leaned into her view. She looked for all the world like a grateful, eager student. She pulled a rolling tray close. Jessica almost expected a dental bib.

“Ahem, Jessica Swinn, you lay here in one of the most infamous prestigious Death Chambers. Your family, witnesses, including a representative from the Imperial Family, will be joining us via V.R. Booths.” 

“Now Jessica you've been convicted of everything from terrorism to treason. The big T's are capital offenses of course, but it's not often someone obtains more than one. It seems you are quite an awful individual.”

“But! For this you've been sentenced to death. For treason against the Imperial Family, your penalty level has gone from Low 3 to High 9. I personally vow to walk you through the proper procedure one step at a time, provide you with explanations for punishments, and hopefully assist you in finding ultimate penitence. Which is really what we're all about.”

“First I'll stick this pad to your jaw bone right here, it'll be slightly disorienting at first, but you should be able to hear my voice…no matter how distracted you become.”

“To begin, we will start with a miniature procedure.”

Jessica began to hyperventilate as she watched the calm woman beckon to Sarah, who had an almost rapturous look in her eye, and pass a gleaming scalpel. Agatha had storm grey eyes and was really only in her 50s or so, but she wore enough thick rubberized gear that the smell alone made Jessica's head swim.

Sarah rolled her tray into position, then maneuvered a spoon-like device under Jessica's tongue, squeezed, and it clamped down before pulling the wet muscle out taut.

“For speaking out against the Law. The Law takes the offending appendage.”

The scalpel visibly turned blueish white along an incredibly thin edge. Sarah stuck a suction tube in Jessica's mouth as Agatha came in close and Bagan slicing at the base of her oral cavity with the confident soreness of a sushi master.

Jessica didn't even feel it at first, the laser scalpel cut and cauterized instantly. It wasn't until the smell of cooking meat hit her nostrils that her brain caught up and she began to scream. The suction tube turned red, smoke wiped from her mouth and stars floated across her vision as they sliced into her mouth meat.

It wasn't even just the tip! Agatha methodically stripped her taste buds before slicing delicately through tough muscle. The white hot pain came not from the blade but the constant pulling tension as it was slowly ripped from her mouth incrementally every second.

Agatha was a consummate professional and her words did in fact reverberate up Jessica's jaw bone, bypassing her ears, clear as day.

“There we go see? One step done already, you're a real trooper.”

Her cheer was lost on Jessica as her horrified eyes tracked the severed muscle that had once been hers. She gave it a mournful wail as it was plopped unceremoniously in Sarah's medical waste pan with a wet splat.

Her mouth felt like she'd chugged a whole pot of molten hot coffee and chased it with sand. And now it was hollow, and so, so, empty. The tongue is a deceptively large muscle and her custom of testing pained areas in her mouth with her tongue had been totally eradicated, but her brain couldn't seem to stop her from trying over and over.

Agatha's voice shortly cut through the haze, gods, there was more to come! “ …and it is an insult for you to gaze upon the magnificent….”

Jessica should've paid close attention to brace herself because she was utterly unprepared when they clamped her left eyelid and poked a sharp needle through it. The experience of having her eyes sewn shut was a different sort of pain. Agatha was instructing her in the wide diversity of suffering while she taught Sarah how to stitch. 

It was akin to having wasps sting her slowly and evenly around her eye socket. If she hadn't already been sobbing. She was now definitely weeping bloody, irritating teats.

The pain of thick steel thread pulling through her sensitive facial skin, caused her to just barely neglect the slick sharp sensation of having her ears cut off. She only truly took notice when they punctured her ear drums with something akin to pipe cleaners. Her world immediately became quiet darkness, pain, and Agatha's accursed voice. Then with no warning they shot a blast of superheated steam up Jessica's nostrils. Insanity bled in at the edges. She began to dissociate…

Jessica wallowed in sensory deprivation, only her sense of touch remained, and it was a living hell atop her shoulders. Just as she felt herself going faint, she felt a sharp pain in her arm and ice cold reality crashed into her mind.

She heralded her return with a fresh bellowing scream as the drugs took effect. Her skull had been released from the clamps, and at the same time cold air traveled her punished mouth and nostrils. Then her body weight shifted and she felt a change. She was slowly becoming vertical.

Being upright didn't agree with her. Worse, she pinpointed activity below. Her vaginal plate had been opened with a special tool. She hadn't known that was possible. Then she felt a familiar clamping. She begged incoherently and her eyelids pulled to no avail as the hated scalpel removed her clitoral hood and flayed her labia. Her catheter was suddenly loose and slipping out. Jessica promptly urinated onto her freshly revealed skin layer. She was in hell. She was in Hell and the devil was punishing her for being a sinful lesbian. Delirium swept in shortly after the thought.

“Breathe deep Jessica dear, I'm going to use the robotic nail gun to finish crucifying you. Then maybe we can nix some of those sweaty leather cuffs!”

Wait. What? Thought Jessica on almost a delirious delay as metal bolts violently shot into her wrists and feet with a disturbingly regular cadence. Each bolt was like a Supreme insult to her nerves, muscles, AND bones. Metal scraped bone, punctured muscle, and caused her nerves to cause shooting pains up and down her limbs. Her fingers and toes became as monstrous twisted claws, only twitching at her commands.

The agony doubled as they removed the leather cuffs support. Her tortured flesh rotated on the bolts as her own body weight turned on four focused points.

Despite the incredible increase in pain, Jessica couldn't scream, wail, moan, or even grunt. In fact, she couldn't fucking breathe! Her lizard brain took over and forced her to rise from a slump to a point where her own ribcage wasn't crushing her lungs. She'd pulled herself up by bolts alone, and despite the rainbow of pain, she was forced out of the fog to focus and suck down that wonderful life giving air.

“...and the last step…electro crucifi…mercy on your soul…”

The deep thrumming hum that haunted her the past week filled the room.

“...do you mind…leather hood? Poor Sarah here vomited…”

The final agony pulsed as she shook her head negative (let them see), bloody saliva flying, as electrons entered through rapidly blooming Pears deep within her and exited anywhere any part of her ruined body made the horrible mistake of touching the cross. Even fully elevated her steaming body danced as it left through the bolts in her wrists.

Her organs cooked steadily while her birth canal and rectum cauterized, expanded, tore, and cauterized again. Her bladder imploded and dumped its wet salty mess into her pelvic cavity. Her intestines shifted lower as her rectum was sundered and lethal levels of feces entered into her overheated blood stream.

At this point, what was left of Jessica was experiencing a transcendent moment of pain that provided clarity. The sheer agony burst her heart before the current, blood loss, or fecal poison could do anything more. Unfortunately her moment of enlightenment was fleeting and she turned into a flailing living corpse as her brain waves took a couple minutes to realize she was dead. 

“I declare the Execution of Jessica Swinn fulfilled."