I sat upright. Back against the black leather padded back rest. My arms were laid out on the heavy oak armrests gripping the edge of the chair. The bright fluorescent atmosphere glistened against the white walls. A soft breeze circles the air around me as the ceiling fan whirls a faint spinning sound. I am warm, but the cool air feels good against my naked body. My ass cheeks stick slightly to the black leather padded seat as I inch my way back into the embrace of the chair. I am at peace with the circumstance which has taken me by force. Two prison guards approach me and manhandle the thick brown straps that dangle from various parts of this death contraption. I situate myself in a more proper manner so the matrons can gain better access to strapping me in. They start with my ankles. I feel my legs being pulled open and placed in a form fitting indent in which the leather straps are stretched across my shin. They tighten the belt. The pads of my feet are a mere centimeter from fully touching the floor. I peer forward. Emotionless. I just want to get this over with. The matrons move upward and tend to my writs which nervously grip the wooden arm rests. The pressure of the belt being secured around my forearm causes my fingers to spread open. I feel spread out with my arms and legs protruding in front of me in a demoralizing fashion. I start to get wet and hope that it isn't too noticeable. I bear down on the leather padded seat and squish my vagina into the warm soft material. I bite my lip in pleasure. I've also been storing a days worth of urine inside my bladder. As revenge, I planned on letting it all go right before my execution. One of the matrons reaches from behind me and pulls yet another large thick leather strap across my stomach and buckles it to the left of me. She pulls the belt through the metal clamp hard. My belly has butterflies in it. Next, the chest strap is brought around from the back of the chair and secured tightly holding my breasts firmly in place. I take a deep sigh and stare blankly at the twelve witnesses that are seated in front of me.

I turn my head to the left avoiding the gaze of the twelve people watching my every move. I stare into space waiting for the next step to commence. I have to pee so bad. My bladder twinges from needed relief. Cramps are starting to set in. The head matron steps to the side and presents a small metal bucket and pulls out a wet yellow sponge. She bends over and wraps the sponge around my left calf until the two ends are touching. At the same time, the other matron adheres the big copper clamp electrode around the sponge keeping it fixed tight against my leg. The weight of the electrode sags a bit before the matron pulls on the strap harder to enhance its firmness. Cold salt water runs down my calf and pools at my ankle. Both matrons stand and walk behind the chair. But not before pulling out another big wet yellow sponge. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I fidget with my fingernails and dig them into the wood of armrest. The wet sponge is brought down on top of my head and drips down my forehead and cheek. I wince in discomfort. Finally, the copper head piece electrode in placed directly on top of my head and situated against the sponge to make a strong contact. I close my eyes as they bring the leather straps under my chin to fix the helmet tightly in place. The buckle pinches my skin. Two thick black cables leading in from the side control room is strung out and laid in front of the chair. While one matron attaches the copper electrode loop onto the calf piece, the other matron is busy fastening the other cable onto the helmet. My head jerks slightly as she screws the copper loop into the protruding electrical contact. I take another deep breath.

I watch as the two matrons walk away from the chair to make way for the warden who stands before me reading my death warrant. I hear his words, but I am not listening. I decided to release my bladder during my final words. It starts to hurt and I clench my teeth for some solace.

"Do you have any final statements?"

I slowly look up into his eyes and peer longingly at the twelve witnesses. I lick my lips and get ready to speak.

"I know that I am being crucified today for a crime that I committed. A crime that I felt was justified in my eyes. I feel no remorse for the sorrow I have caused. As god as my witness, I will soon be repented for whatever sins I may have created. " I give the warden a hard look. "You give me death, but I piss on your judgements."

In one simple relaxed motion, I ease my muscles long enough to send a stream of urine to go rushing out on the black leather seat. I bear down harder unleashing a river of pee to gush out. I roll my eyes in the back of head in satisfaction. I clench my fists in relaxation. The urine rolls off the seat and down toward the floor where it continues to stream downward. It starts to pool up between my thighs and run in all directions. It feels warm. The witnesses turn their heads in disgust and the warden simply stands there in disappointment. He shakes his head and leaves the room in a hurry. The matrons stand off to the side and give out a slight chuckle. I squeeze out the last remaining drops and feel a shiver run down my spine. The whole lower half of my body goes into a serene calm splendor.

One of the matrons brings over a towel and wipes up as much of the mess as she could giving the time allotted. I smile at the witnesses and give them a raised eyebrow look that says, "Did you see that? THAT is what I think of your justice system."

Before I'm able to make sense of what just happened, a black hood falls over my face and pulled snug behind the chair. I see all darkness now. My inner thighs start to tingle in irritation from the urine. I hear footsteps walk away and the slamming of a metal door rings loud through the empty room. I am alone in my last thoughts. I close my eyes and wait for the electricity to take me.

I wait………. wait……….. wait……….. When are they going to do it? How long do I have to sit here? Please, let's just get this over with. Wait……….wait……..wait…….
God, I hope this doesn't hurt. I just want it to be over. When in the hell are they going…….uh!!……………………

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