Execution Tales Chapter 64 Part 1 Revision 2
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[This is an adapted version of a story I read some time ago - author unknown]
64: Home Again
On their return to London they were debriefed by two MI6 officers a man & a woman, both of whom had known Jennifer. Despite their professionalism they were both upset when MG & PT described the last half hour of their colleagues life.
The woman officer’s eyes filled with tears & she blurted out, “Those fucking bastards”. Remembering the vocation of the women she was interviewing she said, “I’m sorry Sisters, apologies for my language. But Jennifer & I were friends.
MG looked at her & said, “You have no need to apologize to us. God forgive me, but I agree entirely with your sentiments. In fact I would go further & say they weren’t just fucking bastards, they were evil sadistic fucking bastards”.
PT feigned shock at her lover & MG sighed & said, “Don’t look at me like that Sister Chan. I will confess to my feelings & language tomorrow & accept whatever penance I am given”.
The male officer said, “I would like you to know Sisters that everyone in our organization is very grateful for what you did. We derive a small level of comfort that you were with Jennifer right up to the end. If there is anything we can do for you in the future please don’t hesitate to ask”.
That night in bed after making love MG laughed & said , “For fuck sake PT we now have MI6 on our side. Maybe we will get to see some poor woman choke to death in the Gas Chamber
In anticipation of that possibility PT started her next story the next day which was based on the real life case of Barbara Graham in 1950’s California
“Barbara Graham”
Barbara Graham gasped shocked as she heard the judge sentence her to death by lethal gas. After sentence had been passed she was taken back to San Quentin Prison & confined on death row.
Barbara had been convicted & sentenced to death for murder during a robbery along with two male petty criminals named Perkins & Santos. She had been in prison for six weeks as the appeals process ground its way through the courts until the State Governor rejected her final appeal
The case generated huge news coverage throughout the country, mainly because Barbara was a very attractive 28 year old woman. The media christened her “Deadly Babs”
With grim humour convicts at San Quentin Prison north of San Francisco called the Gas Chamber “The coughing box”. This macabre play on words said it all: it both made human beings cough & acted as a coffin. “It” was a green octagonal gas chamber, a steel vault with eight sides & glass windows for invited witnesses to watch the condemned person die. The only entrance was a rubber sealed heavy steel door with a large locking wheel like something from a submarine. Inside the gas chamber were two metal chairs – in case of a “Double event” – with thick leather straps to hold the threshing bodies still
On the day of the execution there was still a possibility that the Governor would commute the death sentence to one of life imprisonment but the prison officials told Barbara not to get her hopes up & to try & reconcile herself to her fate.
The execution was scheduled for 11.30 am. Barbara was to be put to death first, followed by her two male accomplices.
At 11.15 the phone rang in the Prison Governor’s office. It was the State Governor’s office & the Governor was instructed to proceed with the executions. He went to death row & informed Barbara that her final plea for mercy had been rejected.
She was stunned & horrified when the Governor showed her the death warrant. She cried, “They have to grant me a reprieve! They must! I want to live”. She broke down sobbing but managed to ask if she was to be executed straight away. The Governor nodded.
She requested that she be blindfolded & her sleep mask which covered only her eyes was tied to her head by the guards.
She pleaded, “Please don’t do this to me. My son needs me”.
Two female guards helped her to her feet from her seat & gently but firmly guided Barbara out of the cell & towards the eight sided Gas Chamber
The witnesses, mainly reporters from all the main news outlets gasped as the doomed woman entered the death chamber. In blue-green light the lower part of her face below the mask looked as white as ivory. Her natural chestnut hair, grown back from being bleached blonde looked soft & shiny.
She was wearing a beige woolen suit which tightly hugged her womanly body. She tripped slightly on the door threshold of the Gas Chamber & was prevented from falling by the two male guards who had taken over escorting the condemned woman from their female colleagues.
They placed her in one of the two metal chairs inside the Gas Chamber, removed her shoes & secured her with the leather straps attached to it. She was bound to the chair at the waist, wrists, knees & ankles.
The guard strapping her knees & ankles two feet apart couldn’t resist looking up Barbara’s skirt & gulped as he drank in the sight of her stocking tops & the vee of her white panties above them,.
The final touch was the attachment of the heart monitor to her chest. The guards carried out a final check to make sure that Barbara was fully secured & that the heart monitor was working properly.
As they went to leave the Gas Chamber one of them leant down & whispered in Barbara’s ear, “When you hear the fizzing sound count to ten & then take as many deep breaths as you can. It will make things easier for you”.
The terrified trembling woman looked up at him & said, “How the hell would you know?”. The guards then departed the Gas Chamber sealing the door behind them.
The senior guard present switched on the tannoy system which was connected to the inside of the Gas Chamber. The witnesses could hear Barbara breathing & the rustling of her clothing against the metal chair as she shook & fidgeted.
The senior guard opened the pressure valve which checked the Gas Chamber for air tightness & Barbara gasped as she heard the noise of it. The water level monitor confirmed that the Gas Chamber was sealed.
The guard looked at the Governor who nodded. He turned the hand wheel which opened the valve which released the dilute sulphuric acid into the small vat below the seat.
“Oh God!”. Barbara whimpered as she heard the liquid acid pour into the vat beneath her. She sobbed, “Please no!”. She was now breathing heavily.
The guard then released the lever which dropped the six sodium cyanide eggs into the acid.
Barbara let out a little girlish squeal when she hears the fizz of the gas pellets as they go into the acid & began to produce cyanide gas.
She cries out, “Oh God!...Don’t do this!......I want to live!”. Though the tannoy speaker the witnesses hear her take a deep breath, ignoring the guard’s advice.
The cloud of gas begins to swirl out from beneath the chair & Barbara feels it’s cold vapour through her tan stockings. She begins to writhe against the leather straps trying to break free, but of course they are far too strong.
The deadly mist reaches her waist wafting up her skirt. As it rises up her body above her chest Barbara lets out a final long “Noooooooh!” & begins to vigorously squirm in the metal seat, her skirt begins to rise up her thighs as she struggles, however she is well past the stage of being concerned about her dignity.
The doomed young woman can’t hold her breath any longer & the witnesses hear her exhale loudly, then as she snatches another breath she inhales a weak mixture of cyanide & air. She squeals & throws her head back, lets out a groan & begins to grunt as her lungs begin to spasm, drawing in more of the lethal mixture
All of her muscles contract & ripple as she twists & jerks in the metal chair. Her back arches. She desperately fights with all her might to escape the leather straps binding her to the chair but that is never going to happen.
Her whole body begins to fit. Barbara grunts with each convulsion, under the sleep mask her eyes bulge in their sockets, her lips are drawn back over her teeth. As she writhes & gasps her face flushes red & then slowly turns blue
The sight of Barbara’s execution captivates the witnesses. Her convulsions give every man in the room watching her die a raging erection. Some of the female witnesses are also highly aroused by her suffering in the Gas Chamber. They surreptitiously massage their breasts as the crotches of their panties under their tight become very wet.
Barbara’s entire body is now convulsing vigorously. She wriggles against the back of the chair pushing her hips forward as the cyanide takes full effect. Copious amounts of drool bubble from her mouth & run down her chin to dribble onto her white blouse.
Her grunts begin to weaken as she slowly succumbs to the gas. The dying woman tries to rise from the chair & then slowly relaxes back into it, her head rolling forward. Under the mask her eyes are still wide open, her mouth gapes wide, her tongue lolling out with droll dripping from it. Barbara twitches one last time & then she is still. “Deadly Babs” was at last dead & justice had been done
On the way back to their offices from San Quentin several of the journalists with a man & a woman in the same car pulled over to have frantic sex, so turned on were they by Barbara’s execution.
They get into the back seat of their vehicles, the men’s hands feverishly reached up their female colleague’s skirts & ripped their panties off & they desperately fucked . Afterwards most agree that it is the best sex they have ever had
64: Home Again
On their return to London they were debriefed by two MI6 officers a man & a woman, both of whom had known Jennifer. Despite their professionalism they were both upset when MG & PT described the last half hour of their colleagues life.
The woman officer’s eyes filled with tears & she blurted out, “Those fucking bastards”. Remembering the vocation of the women she was interviewing she said, “I’m sorry Sisters, apologies for my language. But Jennifer & I were friends.
MG looked at her & said, “You have no need to apologize to us. God forgive me, but I agree entirely with your sentiments. In fact I would go further & say they weren’t just fucking bastards, they were evil sadistic fucking bastards”.
PT feigned shock at her lover & MG sighed & said, “Don’t look at me like that Sister Chan. I will confess to my feelings & language tomorrow & accept whatever penance I am given”.
The male officer said, “I would like you to know Sisters that everyone in our organization is very grateful for what you did. We derive a small level of comfort that you were with Jennifer right up to the end. If there is anything we can do for you in the future please don’t hesitate to ask”.
That night in bed after making love MG laughed & said , “For fuck sake PT we now have MI6 on our side. Maybe we will get to see some poor woman choke to death in the Gas Chamber
In anticipation of that possibility PT started her next story the next day which was based on the real life case of Barbara Graham in 1950’s California
“Barbara Graham”
Barbara Graham gasped shocked as she heard the judge sentence her to death by lethal gas. After sentence had been passed she was taken back to San Quentin Prison & confined on death row.
Barbara had been convicted & sentenced to death for murder during a robbery along with two male petty criminals named Perkins & Santos. She had been in prison for six weeks as the appeals process ground its way through the courts until the State Governor rejected her final appeal
The case generated huge news coverage throughout the country, mainly because Barbara was a very attractive 28 year old woman. The media christened her “Deadly Babs”
With grim humour convicts at San Quentin Prison north of San Francisco called the Gas Chamber “The coughing box”. This macabre play on words said it all: it both made human beings cough & acted as a coffin. “It” was a green octagonal gas chamber, a steel vault with eight sides & glass windows for invited witnesses to watch the condemned person die. The only entrance was a rubber sealed heavy steel door with a large locking wheel like something from a submarine. Inside the gas chamber were two metal chairs – in case of a “Double event” – with thick leather straps to hold the threshing bodies still
On the day of the execution there was still a possibility that the Governor would commute the death sentence to one of life imprisonment but the prison officials told Barbara not to get her hopes up & to try & reconcile herself to her fate.
The execution was scheduled for 11.30 am. Barbara was to be put to death first, followed by her two male accomplices.
At 11.15 the phone rang in the Prison Governor’s office. It was the State Governor’s office & the Governor was instructed to proceed with the executions. He went to death row & informed Barbara that her final plea for mercy had been rejected.
She was stunned & horrified when the Governor showed her the death warrant. She cried, “They have to grant me a reprieve! They must! I want to live”. She broke down sobbing but managed to ask if she was to be executed straight away. The Governor nodded.
She requested that she be blindfolded & her sleep mask which covered only her eyes was tied to her head by the guards.
She pleaded, “Please don’t do this to me. My son needs me”.
Two female guards helped her to her feet from her seat & gently but firmly guided Barbara out of the cell & towards the eight sided Gas Chamber
The witnesses, mainly reporters from all the main news outlets gasped as the doomed woman entered the death chamber. In blue-green light the lower part of her face below the mask looked as white as ivory. Her natural chestnut hair, grown back from being bleached blonde looked soft & shiny.
She was wearing a beige woolen suit which tightly hugged her womanly body. She tripped slightly on the door threshold of the Gas Chamber & was prevented from falling by the two male guards who had taken over escorting the condemned woman from their female colleagues.
They placed her in one of the two metal chairs inside the Gas Chamber, removed her shoes & secured her with the leather straps attached to it. She was bound to the chair at the waist, wrists, knees & ankles.
The guard strapping her knees & ankles two feet apart couldn’t resist looking up Barbara’s skirt & gulped as he drank in the sight of her stocking tops & the vee of her white panties above them,.
The final touch was the attachment of the heart monitor to her chest. The guards carried out a final check to make sure that Barbara was fully secured & that the heart monitor was working properly.
As they went to leave the Gas Chamber one of them leant down & whispered in Barbara’s ear, “When you hear the fizzing sound count to ten & then take as many deep breaths as you can. It will make things easier for you”.
The terrified trembling woman looked up at him & said, “How the hell would you know?”. The guards then departed the Gas Chamber sealing the door behind them.
The senior guard present switched on the tannoy system which was connected to the inside of the Gas Chamber. The witnesses could hear Barbara breathing & the rustling of her clothing against the metal chair as she shook & fidgeted.
The senior guard opened the pressure valve which checked the Gas Chamber for air tightness & Barbara gasped as she heard the noise of it. The water level monitor confirmed that the Gas Chamber was sealed.
The guard looked at the Governor who nodded. He turned the hand wheel which opened the valve which released the dilute sulphuric acid into the small vat below the seat.
“Oh God!”. Barbara whimpered as she heard the liquid acid pour into the vat beneath her. She sobbed, “Please no!”. She was now breathing heavily.
The guard then released the lever which dropped the six sodium cyanide eggs into the acid.
Barbara let out a little girlish squeal when she hears the fizz of the gas pellets as they go into the acid & began to produce cyanide gas.
She cries out, “Oh God!...Don’t do this!......I want to live!”. Though the tannoy speaker the witnesses hear her take a deep breath, ignoring the guard’s advice.
The cloud of gas begins to swirl out from beneath the chair & Barbara feels it’s cold vapour through her tan stockings. She begins to writhe against the leather straps trying to break free, but of course they are far too strong.
The deadly mist reaches her waist wafting up her skirt. As it rises up her body above her chest Barbara lets out a final long “Noooooooh!” & begins to vigorously squirm in the metal seat, her skirt begins to rise up her thighs as she struggles, however she is well past the stage of being concerned about her dignity.
The doomed young woman can’t hold her breath any longer & the witnesses hear her exhale loudly, then as she snatches another breath she inhales a weak mixture of cyanide & air. She squeals & throws her head back, lets out a groan & begins to grunt as her lungs begin to spasm, drawing in more of the lethal mixture
All of her muscles contract & ripple as she twists & jerks in the metal chair. Her back arches. She desperately fights with all her might to escape the leather straps binding her to the chair but that is never going to happen.
Her whole body begins to fit. Barbara grunts with each convulsion, under the sleep mask her eyes bulge in their sockets, her lips are drawn back over her teeth. As she writhes & gasps her face flushes red & then slowly turns blue
The sight of Barbara’s execution captivates the witnesses. Her convulsions give every man in the room watching her die a raging erection. Some of the female witnesses are also highly aroused by her suffering in the Gas Chamber. They surreptitiously massage their breasts as the crotches of their panties under their tight become very wet.
Barbara’s entire body is now convulsing vigorously. She wriggles against the back of the chair pushing her hips forward as the cyanide takes full effect. Copious amounts of drool bubble from her mouth & run down her chin to dribble onto her white blouse.
Her grunts begin to weaken as she slowly succumbs to the gas. The dying woman tries to rise from the chair & then slowly relaxes back into it, her head rolling forward. Under the mask her eyes are still wide open, her mouth gapes wide, her tongue lolling out with droll dripping from it. Barbara twitches one last time & then she is still. “Deadly Babs” was at last dead & justice had been done
On the way back to their offices from San Quentin several of the journalists with a man & a woman in the same car pulled over to have frantic sex, so turned on were they by Barbara’s execution.
They get into the back seat of their vehicles, the men’s hands feverishly reached up their female colleague’s skirts & ripped their panties off & they desperately fucked . Afterwards most agree that it is the best sex they have ever had
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