VOLTAGE & H2SO4

Execution by electricity

   I will say one thing about my job. It is rarely boring. It seems that I seldom get to do the same thing twice. So I keep a journal, partly as a record and partly as a resource I can check back to for details of past jobs. As you know we no longer have any death rows. The implants used to track criminals combined with the secret verdicts has changed all that. Now when the trial is over the accused in simply fitted with a tracer and sent home. If the verdict is innocent she gets a call to stop by and have the bug removed. Guilty sends me after her. As it often takes several weeks for the results to be known and certain capabilities on the bugs prevents anyone from running most just go on with their lives while they wait. 
   Case # 94-rp-30481 was guilty of aiding and covering up a rape committed by her boyfriend. She was found guilty so now I’m walking through the office where she works. A float pallet bobs along behind me carrying everything I need. Her boss and a company security guard lead the way. Although she had to know what the verdict would be she is shocked to see me and of course she tries to run. 
    We of the termination service are very used to the panic reaction and the bolt from my stun gun drops her in her tracks. Of course one of the side effects of being stunned is an increase in nervous sensitivity that lasts for a few hours. Too bad for her but she should have just stood and taken what was she had coming. 
    By the time she came around I was just about set up. She was stripped and strapped in a handy chair and the crowd had gathered. It must suck to have friends and co workers gather around to watch you die. I read the death warrant as I waited for her to completely recover. Then it was time to rig her up.
    The sentence was vaginal electrocution, a very nasty way to die I might add. My hell box was plugged into a handy outlet and the safety zone set up. I talked to her as I prepared her. I really don’t know why I do that. Some guys just get it done but I guess I like to get them involved and let the witnesses know what is going on.
     “OK dear, I’m going to clip these clamps on your nipples and tighten them down quite tight. But first a smear of this jelly. There all set. Yes I know the straps are too tight but it really is necessary. Now to keep you from making a mess for the cleaners to deal with. I mean the company is nice enough to let us use their place for this. You will feel a fair amount of pressure as the plugs expand inside your piss hole and your very nice ass. It may be uncomfortable but you will not have to put up with it for long. They’re in now, feel them?
I can see the swelling from them so we have a good seal. Now the last thing. This electrode will slide in quite easily and then I turn this screw to expand it. This and the conductive jelly will ensure a good contact. Let me squirt a goodly amount inside you. That ought to be enough. In goes the electrode. A few turns of the screw and we’re done. Oh by the way you can expect the burning you feel to get worse, a lot worse. The jelly is the same stuff used in the old lead acid jell batteries. Its nothing but sulfuric acid made into a jelly. Yes I know it hurts like hell but then its supposed  to. Just you wait and enjoy yourself for a little bit. I’ve got a few more things to do before we get around to ending your life so I’ll just say my goodbyes now and leave you to spent your last minutes enjoying the fruits of your actions. Good bye my dear.”
     The acid jell is a really nice touch. Within a minute or so it burns like raw flame and does a very nice job of conducting the power. I always kill some time whenever I use it so the client gets maximum enjoyment from it. As was usual there were those with questions as why I was there and just what going to happen next. I talked and connected everything up so that  when I thought  the time was right I could get it done.
    If her screams were any measure she was getting a lot of use out of the jelly. Her nipples were raw meat as were her cunt lips. It was time. You have to understand just how vaginal electrocution kills. If I do it right it does not stop the heart. It does not knock her out. What it does do is to cook her insides. That and cause immense agony. Death comes from one of several things. Overheating of her body, heart failure from the stress, internal bleeding as blood vessels cook and fail, shock [ the medical kind not the electrical], and in rare poisoning from the H2SO4  jelly will each try to kill her. 
    The hellbox really does most of the work, it’s programmed to use just enough current to do the job and no more. All I do is watch and override it if I think it’s too hot. Well as I said, it was time. I inserted the key and armed the box. Now all that was necessary was to push the button. I love this part. The broads always get weird when my finger gets close to it and this one was no different. As was usual she started begging a mile a minute, promising me anything if she could live just a few more seconds. No dice. Hell she was going to get her wish anyway. She had at least ten or fifteen more minutes. Too bad they would seem like hours. 
    The small click corresponded with the ending of her begging. The inrush of current stopped everything at first. Then more screaming but subdued now. Its just too heard to breathe enough to work up a good scream once the power takes over. Besides the first shock is set high just to set the tone. The box actually ramps the voltage up and down in cycles. That way they last longer, less heat buildup and it gives them a break to regain a little strength. 
    As the voltage dropped for the first time you could see the realization set in that I was really going to kill her. It’s always a good moment when you see it in the eyes and they settle down to the business of dying. That’s not to say that they give up, on the contrary they fight all the harder. The difference is now they just don’t care about anything except surviving another thirty seconds. 
    She was a strong one. I did override the box a couple of times but for the most part she endured it well. By ten minutes she no longer had the power to scream. Moans and gasps were all she could produce. Her body was getting red in the classic sign of hyperthermia.   Before I could decide to give her a break the redness started to fade. She was dying. Probably from a cooked blood vessel splitting open and dumping the blood into her belly. 
    At this point sometimes if you kill the power they will just up and die on you. It’s almost like the pain is the only thing keeping them going. So I just lowered the power to the point where it just hurt like hell and let her ride it until she checked out. She finally passed out and lost responses just before the twenty minute mark. There was a faint odor of cooked meat as I shut the box off and safed it. She would have to finish the job from here. I watched as the EKG readout on the box showed her death. The pulse raced but gradually slowed until it no longer showed a normal trace. A period on disorganized activity and then flat line.  She was dead. 
    I announced her death to the crowd of onlookers and started to clean up the mess. The body went into her box and my equipment was loaded back on the pallet. As I left there was a smattering of applause. It’s nice to be appreciated.