By the United States’ tricentennial, the country had reaffirmed the concept of states’ rights. If the constitution did not allow the Federal Government to do something, it could not. Therefore it was up to the states to decide what they wanted to do if it did not violate what the constitution allowed the federal government to do.
Several states banned the death penalty while some greatly expanded its scope and how it would be conducted.
In Georgia, Chrissie Haynes found out the what the cost could be for what was once a traffic violation that would have been a substantial fine and maybe a loss of her driver’s license.
Chrissie was caught doing 62 miles per hour in a twenty miles per hour school zone. Because it was a school zone, in addition to charges of excessive speeding, she was tried for reckless endangerment and attempted murder of the hundreds of students that were in the school at the time.
Chrissie was tried and found guilty of attempted murder of the students in school at the time.
To her horror, she was condemned to death and would be executed on the state’s electric chair the first Saturday of the following month, giving her attorneys time to file any appeals which would all be denied.
The idea of being put to death on the state’s electric chair was oddly erotic to Chrissie. In her life she had experienced small electric shocks and had found them quite stimulating. She could only imagine what it would be like to have a huge jolt race through her body with a dozen strangers, the state’s witnesses, watching as the electricity contorted her body.
Chrissie was masturbating as she imagined the voltage jarring her body when the prison matron called through the bars “Haynes, get up. We have to ready you for the chair.”
“What do you mean, ready me for the chair?” Chrissie asked.
“You have to be naked when you are juiced” the matron said. “Your uniform is state property, and we can’t have you sweating in it when you’re strapped to the chair. Besides, we have to cut your hair so we can properly zap you.”
Chrissie underdressed and was handcuffed and led to the prison’s barber. There, an electric razor sheered her long locks from her head.
This really wasn’t necessary as her hair would not have kept her from being electrocuted but if the guards could do anything to humiliate a condemned prisoner, they would not let the opportunity pass. Chrissie shed a few tears as she watched her hair fall in clumps from her head but her ordeal before her execution is hardly finished.
The matron lathers Chrissie’s newly bared head with shaving cream. The male guard begins shaving her bald skull. With anger, Chrissie asks “Is this really necessary?”
It is of course not necessary. The electricity would easily deliver the fatal jolt to Chrissie but there are cameras recording her preparations. The guard says “You don’t want to feel the headpiece rubbing on the stubble, do you? And we are going to need to take your earrings. The current might melt them when you are electrocuted.”
With Chrissie’s head now cut and shaved, the guard moves down to shave her loins. Chrissie says “You aren’t going to put contacts there. You don’t have to shave there!”
“Have you ever been on the electric chair” the guard asks. Getting no answer he tells Chrissie to spread her legs. Reluctantly Chrissie spreads her thighs, draping her calves over the chair’s armrests. The guard spends more time feeling her exposed sex than he does shaving her pussy bare.
The guard marches Chrissie down the halls of the prison. When they get to the closed door of the execution room, he sits Chrissie on a cold metal folding chair sitting by the door. Chrissies naked skin is uncomfortable on the steel seat. She asks the guard how long she will have to sit there. He says “Till they call for you. They want to make sure the chair is ready to… um… do its job. We take care our executions occur faultlessly.”
“All this because I was speeding” Chrissie says without hiding her anger.
“Speeding would have gotten you a fine. You were found guilty of attempting to kill the students” he replies.
“Fine- fuck it. Do you have a cigarette?” Chrissie asks. The guard gives her one and, after she lights it, he says “You know smoking can kill you.”
Chrissie looks up at him and says “I think your chair will kill me before cancer does!”
The door to the room finally opens and the guard and the matron leads Chrissie into the dark room. She pauses and looks at the heavy wooden chair adorned with straps and thick wires. Hairless and naked except the cuffs locked around her wrists, Chrissie stares at the inert object waiting to take her life. The matron softly reminds her “Chrissie, we have a schedule to keep.”
Chrissie is more forced into the chair instead of being a willing participant. The reality that they are about to end her life hits her. Sweat pours from her body as the thick leather straps are fastened around her limbs and body.
Once Chrissie is strapped to the chair a rubberized cloth is pulled over her head until it blindfolds her eyes. Another part of the cloth is pulled down towards her mouth. The guard squeezes her jaw, and the matron stuffs an attached hard rubber plug into her mouth before finishing placing the cloth over her mouth. Chrissie tries to protest but is incomprehensible with the plug in her mouth. As the guard straps the contact around her ankle, the matron explains to Chrissie “It’s to keep you from biting your tongue when the current hits.”
Unseen hands place a metal cap om Chrissie’s bare head and tightly fastens a leather strap under her chin. Chrissie can neither speak nor spit the plug out of her mouth.
A voice comes over the speakers. “Fifteen seconds.”
Chrissie fights the urge to piss. To her left, she hears the ‘click’ as the guard pulls the switch towards the ‘on’ position. Just before the current is turned on, he says “Good-bye, Chrissie.”
The initial jolt lasts fifteen seconds. Usually this would render the convict at least unconscious, but Chrissie still moved within the straps. She managed an unintelligible moan past the gag in her mouth. The second jolt lasted a full minute.
It was more than adequate to end Chrissie Haynes’ life.
The notorious speeder has been executed…
Several states banned the death penalty while some greatly expanded its scope and how it would be conducted.
In Georgia, Chrissie Haynes found out the what the cost could be for what was once a traffic violation that would have been a substantial fine and maybe a loss of her driver’s license.
Chrissie was caught doing 62 miles per hour in a twenty miles per hour school zone. Because it was a school zone, in addition to charges of excessive speeding, she was tried for reckless endangerment and attempted murder of the hundreds of students that were in the school at the time.
Chrissie was tried and found guilty of attempted murder of the students in school at the time.
To her horror, she was condemned to death and would be executed on the state’s electric chair the first Saturday of the following month, giving her attorneys time to file any appeals which would all be denied.
The idea of being put to death on the state’s electric chair was oddly erotic to Chrissie. In her life she had experienced small electric shocks and had found them quite stimulating. She could only imagine what it would be like to have a huge jolt race through her body with a dozen strangers, the state’s witnesses, watching as the electricity contorted her body.
Chrissie was masturbating as she imagined the voltage jarring her body when the prison matron called through the bars “Haynes, get up. We have to ready you for the chair.”
“What do you mean, ready me for the chair?” Chrissie asked.
“You have to be naked when you are juiced” the matron said. “Your uniform is state property, and we can’t have you sweating in it when you’re strapped to the chair. Besides, we have to cut your hair so we can properly zap you.”
Chrissie underdressed and was handcuffed and led to the prison’s barber. There, an electric razor sheered her long locks from her head.
This really wasn’t necessary as her hair would not have kept her from being electrocuted but if the guards could do anything to humiliate a condemned prisoner, they would not let the opportunity pass. Chrissie shed a few tears as she watched her hair fall in clumps from her head but her ordeal before her execution is hardly finished.
The matron lathers Chrissie’s newly bared head with shaving cream. The male guard begins shaving her bald skull. With anger, Chrissie asks “Is this really necessary?”
It is of course not necessary. The electricity would easily deliver the fatal jolt to Chrissie but there are cameras recording her preparations. The guard says “You don’t want to feel the headpiece rubbing on the stubble, do you? And we are going to need to take your earrings. The current might melt them when you are electrocuted.”
With Chrissie’s head now cut and shaved, the guard moves down to shave her loins. Chrissie says “You aren’t going to put contacts there. You don’t have to shave there!”
“Have you ever been on the electric chair” the guard asks. Getting no answer he tells Chrissie to spread her legs. Reluctantly Chrissie spreads her thighs, draping her calves over the chair’s armrests. The guard spends more time feeling her exposed sex than he does shaving her pussy bare.
The guard marches Chrissie down the halls of the prison. When they get to the closed door of the execution room, he sits Chrissie on a cold metal folding chair sitting by the door. Chrissies naked skin is uncomfortable on the steel seat. She asks the guard how long she will have to sit there. He says “Till they call for you. They want to make sure the chair is ready to… um… do its job. We take care our executions occur faultlessly.”
“All this because I was speeding” Chrissie says without hiding her anger.
“Speeding would have gotten you a fine. You were found guilty of attempting to kill the students” he replies.
“Fine- fuck it. Do you have a cigarette?” Chrissie asks. The guard gives her one and, after she lights it, he says “You know smoking can kill you.”
Chrissie looks up at him and says “I think your chair will kill me before cancer does!”
The door to the room finally opens and the guard and the matron leads Chrissie into the dark room. She pauses and looks at the heavy wooden chair adorned with straps and thick wires. Hairless and naked except the cuffs locked around her wrists, Chrissie stares at the inert object waiting to take her life. The matron softly reminds her “Chrissie, we have a schedule to keep.”
Chrissie is more forced into the chair instead of being a willing participant. The reality that they are about to end her life hits her. Sweat pours from her body as the thick leather straps are fastened around her limbs and body.
Once Chrissie is strapped to the chair a rubberized cloth is pulled over her head until it blindfolds her eyes. Another part of the cloth is pulled down towards her mouth. The guard squeezes her jaw, and the matron stuffs an attached hard rubber plug into her mouth before finishing placing the cloth over her mouth. Chrissie tries to protest but is incomprehensible with the plug in her mouth. As the guard straps the contact around her ankle, the matron explains to Chrissie “It’s to keep you from biting your tongue when the current hits.”
Unseen hands place a metal cap om Chrissie’s bare head and tightly fastens a leather strap under her chin. Chrissie can neither speak nor spit the plug out of her mouth.
A voice comes over the speakers. “Fifteen seconds.”
Chrissie fights the urge to piss. To her left, she hears the ‘click’ as the guard pulls the switch towards the ‘on’ position. Just before the current is turned on, he says “Good-bye, Chrissie.”
The initial jolt lasts fifteen seconds. Usually this would render the convict at least unconscious, but Chrissie still moved within the straps. She managed an unintelligible moan past the gag in her mouth. The second jolt lasted a full minute.
It was more than adequate to end Chrissie Haynes’ life.
The notorious speeder has been executed…
