The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen year. The last three long time of my usage have been the Warden at the United States Correctional Facility for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the big women's prison in the state, and also because it is the site of the only capital penalization facility for women in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple slaying of distaff offender. These carrying out are almost entirely for drug offense under the Substance ascendence Act of 2010, although occasionally cleaning woman are also executed for early crimes such as slaying on Fed prop, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of destruction by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and xx executions every week. The big number of performance was due to the Substance mastery Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of proscribed narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly modest amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. U.S. finally decided to get good about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early capital penalization law in American English account, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few eld there were at least a K executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug flagellum has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always rest a small number of people who simply don't get the message, including women.

female executing are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that level for some clip. In my own clip at Femdea, the few number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the great number ten. The usual number of hangings on slaying solar day nowadays is normally between five and eight adult female. With the ANP, this act is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a class. Pardons and substitution are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a end row inmate's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for death penalty on dawning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic cause, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrator have no sense of body fluid ? ) The prisoner is brought to my federal agency and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further hope for effectual interference and she must write herself for demise. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are check psychological counselors available for the condemn woman. They're safe at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instances of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cellphone on a long row of cellular phone which runs analogue with the gallows platform.

I need to draw the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately xl feet longsighted and XII feet wide, supported by concrete pillar. The first year it was erected the warden of the metre tried individual gob room access, but there were too many mechanical problems and delay, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the platform are course of folding chairman for witnesses. A unmarried steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the platform at a height of about fifteen substructure. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillar near either end, and is further held up by steel reprieve cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty blade U-bolts are bolted into the freighter of the ray, and the noosed R-2 are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on capital punishment daybreak. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three invertebrate foot of headroom between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The story of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off cube, or tabourets to give them their ancient and make up epithet, to the door of each holding cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in terror at the sight of the waiting slip noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket W. C. Handy. ) There is a peep cakehole on the room access of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large steel squares or tower with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpet top. The ropes are of seasoned manila hemp. The noose is of the Brits style with a heavy charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style gin with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this interpretation won out because the instruction execution team found it too a great deal trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many slip noose needed for multiple carrying out. One noose dangles in front of each occlusion. The real executing crew who carry out the dangling are all Male corrections police officer ; distaff corrections officeholder are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the aurora of the executing, I enter the destruction home by the inside door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each doom woman her death guarantee and asking if she has any last words to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual executing will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the functionary witnesses ( no medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travel expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock shrill, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to respect, and I will give the signal to begin.

The holding cellphone are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep hole one-armed bandit on cell bit one. One of the female safeguard on the interior unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male safeguard from the implementation team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides open, the second female guard request that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a clean infirmary examination nightie with only a single strand tie at the book binding. When the execution squad enters, the female safety asking that the prisoner turn around and face the bulwark. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech of any variety, although in praxis sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female guard then unties the infirmary nightie and lets it fall to the flooring. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude statue supposedly because the summate abasement is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the morgue team wouldn't have to strip them and displume off garb and underwear soaked with dejection and urine. ) The distaff guard draws the condemned womanhood's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the dance step and onto the block, which is declamatory enough for three masses to stand on the top. She has a Male guard on either side of her, holding her weapon. The guard on her right reaches out with one helping hand and secures the slip noose. While the guard on the left wing holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the correctly slips the running noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each sentry go keeps one mitt on the prisoner's human elbow, place their other hands on the captive's upper back and blue back respectively, and without any Logos or further delay they"assist"her, as the official language says, off the block. They don't actually fight unless the prisoner is struggling. If the captive is lull and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her cervix, there is a form of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head teacher is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from 60 endorsement to fifteen proceedings or to a greater extent, she does the Dance of demise, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly unlike, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a ruin neck opening causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can enjoin the neck is broken because there are no Major paroxysm, but there is serious twitching and palpitating in the torso and the hanging woman's headway axial rotation back and Forth, sometimes parentage coming from her rima oris as she bites her glossa. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before destruction occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the cervix, and destruction is by strangulation. After the drop cloth the condemned cleaning woman usually kicks wildly on air for various transactions, which of course has the upshot of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the R-2 creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her bureau as she tries to string breathing spell, her breasts joggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the circle, bobbing and gasping, centre goggling in her head. near hanged cleaning lady attempt to do the"bunny girl hop,"trying to jump or trace themselves upward to take a little of the pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their neck opening. Very occasionally a string up woman is able-bodied to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that instance the guards, who have by now come down from the stop and are standing on either side of it in gild to prevent that very thing, push her groundwork off and set her singe again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first gear raging convulsions and kicking Dy down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretch, as the hanged cleaning lady's toes seem to stretch down and her soundbox arches, as she seeks some sort of floor beneath her to facilitate the excruciation of the circle. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right hand and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to seem into the middle of a attend woman who has reached this phase, because you can differentiate that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond mental imagery, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping stochasticity, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the vellication or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her spit lolls out of her head, a promising cyanosed gamy almost like something out of a cartoon. The official conclusion is considered to be when gut and bladder relax in death and a current of stool and piddle is released into a tile trough with drainpipe that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the waste pipe and standing on a faeces and wearing rubber-base paint gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked washables textile. At this point destruction is presumed to accept occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the lighting go out in their middle, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked fair sex do the terpsichore of Death, while all of this is going on the guard duty are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sis on the gallows. Once the actual physical conflict of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell telephone number two and opens the peephole, the second condemned captive is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the pulley, and the entire unconscious process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her circle comes cell identification number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of excoriate cleaning woman are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoner to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall set out my tale.

being warden I am privileged with a strong sum of money of power over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain death. So I used my position and tycoon to establish myself a harem of temporary womanhood. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received filing cabinet on five decry woman whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to shit some extra hard currency selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a grandiloquent, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the running noose. Mei Ling, age unknown but Whitney Moore Young Jr., was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirties, a voluptuous late ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her caput that when it came to her personal cocain habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make indisputable their medical look into up comes back make clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the court's conclusion and leave them a day to litigate the news. Then I start my routine. low up was Maggie, she was a blonde, her hair was cut short and her body had various intricate biker tattoos, including the monetary standard barbed telegram around the bicep. She was a moderately girl but as a trader dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a like chemical compound, she was in a euphoric nation as she began undressing. As her boilersuit fell I saw her nude consistency, she had good firm breast, not immense but very well formed. A tightfitting girl, with youthful peel, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my peter in her sass and started to suck. She was a good cock sucker, no incertitude she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful oculus, I was after all making the twenty-four hour period to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock and roll when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he scheme must have sent euphory through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, awkward white liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her bow and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a safe fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junky squawk was going at it, she's going to be unfuckably ugly soon."I thought to my self as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her cell without a rain shower, I wanted her to guard my cum for the dark, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my preferred in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a short boy whom she hasn't seen since her check and agreed readily to my requirement if I allowed phone calls between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to pass off. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her consistency was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her back and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured adult female, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most brilliant knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a abdominal delivery scar above her crouch,"at least her puss will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a unrelenting vocalization. She looked upped, I can see she was trembling a bit."How many men have you been with ?"She again looked down and tried to cover her nudeness with her hands, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a phonation that is barely a whisper,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her stage on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my hands and my natural language explored her nether neighborhood. She moaned and put her bridge player on my head as her slit succus started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an tardy 20s and neural. I played with her with child beautiful boob for ages before letting her suck me. She wasn't very experient at it as she did severalize the truth of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last prick she will possess in this world. Our love making was dim at inaugural, as my turncock slid in and out of her wet kitty. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't support back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't stop fucking her, my tool was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breast bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a secondment lading into her. It was virtuous extasy for me. She had a spirit of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to roll off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her heart her look of hurt suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her chest against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were grand Julia, I have the cell ready for you to talk to your son. But there's one finis matter you need to do, there are succus from our conglutination down there. Clean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow it."Her eyes lit up from electrical shock, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hands covered her nethers to preclude further escape. After going in the a kneeling place she slowly and with great disinclination licked the cum off my stopcock and chunk. The belief was great, her warmly tongue on my cutis was something I will never block. Afterward I contacted minor protective Service and arranged a 30 min sitting of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the earphone. When the time was up she struggled to attend up the phone, but with a firm motion I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the privy and turned on the cascade. I walked in after her,"do you want to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No Good Book was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect hammer. She knew what needed to be done and on her human knee she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her pegleg and rammed my cock in her kitty. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my deal and making her oculus meet mine I can feel her repellent slice and she closed her middle as I kissed her. For my office I was passionate as I was very attract to this char. Foundling her white meat as I increased my tempo of jab until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her duct. No doubt she would have been pregnant that night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cellular phone. I would have intercourse her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call option for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a marvellous, elegant looking light-skinned black fille. She was young and very secure looking, but her piteous choice of Male companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would experience none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hands on her. I could only see her defenseless soundbox during the physical exam and shower. Her caramel-colored torso was yearn and lean and lithe, her chest were high and perky. Her pubic tomentum were nice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will take my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the humor.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asiatic look Brigham Young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her ingress into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong trey. She didn't speak English and her world defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the section of justice bring in a translator and I can only desire communicated what had happened, by that time it was too late. A one-half ass appeal later she was under my superintendence until her ill-timed date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a right tone at her during the doctoral interrogatory, skinny daughter with shoulder distance hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size of it bosom that were perky and supple. She had a turgid iniquity bush as many Asian cleaning lady don't shave, and a nice little round goat. I had prepared for our coming together, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to destruction but she may be pardoned by me if she would execute any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can clapperclaw such power to grant her biography if she was volition do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outdoors for 60 second. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the threshold until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiffly and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my knickers and underware, future to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my prick while using the tip of her spit licking it. It was a common error that a girl never gave a bump job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for various minutes before I grabbed her headland and squeeze my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reaction and a tooth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this time she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a piffling deeper, at initiative she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least one-half way in. Getting turned on by this girls deficiency of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her stage. Looking at her scrub I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her pussy lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly fast and surprisingly wet. Being a very young daughter no Sir Thomas More than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussycat can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would get if a little girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the look was get, if you ever had pussy in high school you would do it what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple white meat I shot hot scads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to tug me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do nada and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her worry. We laid there with me still rock severely inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all four-spot. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass maw's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy tool slippery with cum, reaching down I started to disperse her stub cheek. She immediately tried to bend around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my former handwriting and guided my cock towards her back entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my hammer rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would take in liked to think from joy but it's more potential from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the sentiment of me being the only when cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her Sir Thomas More. After a brief but brutal assault of that Virgo ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body respective more times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would release her, pitiful pillock thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsperson with a cocain habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was lofty she feared expiry even more. I dangled a regulator's pardon in front end of her typeface and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public noesis that the current governor is my in force friend from college I would not anticipate in a favor for a part of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big projection screen in front of the bed playing old clips of her reportage and the Lapplander outfit she was wearing lay folded on a chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful woman on TV."Oh you pervert, finely Lashkar-e-Taiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her centre and took off her prison house overalls. Her body whitened as marble, foresightful dark hair and fleeceable eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. wickedness triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and chick with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky black hairsbreadth I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not betray her thoughts, she is a ex-serviceman for sure, how many root and superiors did you fuck for your stories and advancement ? Without any actuate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the like time. She looked up at me with her sultry center through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and scene my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as streams of hot cum entered her sass. When my cock stopped pulsating she sack and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her regard off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The next clock time she smiled her mouth was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down next to her. She was a wondrous cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her large fake breast through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most stark I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so profligate at her network, what executive can baulk her ? I slowly became tough again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this clip I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her clear blouse."expression at that sexy elegant woman on the tv infant, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breasts ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her password and eye liaison made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my pecker shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a farsighted time after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a week and every time she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the asking to my friend. By the clock time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or order everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a low convict condemned to die and have no more contact with the outside world not even with a attorney because the time for entreaty has long past. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the instruction execution inevitably arrived. The five objurgate women again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash dealer. Julia my fancy woman of the month, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to cause some superfluous cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the cunt, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrongly boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the week before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age strange but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her unveiling into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous previous ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her top dog that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent mean hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was queasy to see their dying dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my courtesan go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the safety would do something foolish like have a circle shift on a girl, or advertise a fille off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the initiative two executions, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the month. You should bear in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded electric cell with six citizenry in it, and so since I entered the jail cell after the guards I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her consistency with the intricate biker tattoos, including the banner barbed wire around the bicep. Her unawares blonde fuzz freshly washed, and those undecomposed firm breasts, not immense but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those downhearted eyes, at offset with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more nookie or any intimate favour that I could keep her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was null she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even release her head to see at me. I followed behind the precaution and when she stepped out onto the political platform I stopped on the political program to the right of her, and the sentry duty took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the slip noose in front of her with no reflection in her facial expression at all. One of the sentry duty reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her mind and around her neck, cinching it under her powerful ear. She turned her nous to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her middle and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm air voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the sentry go she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's branch splayed a bit as she began to complain, and I noticed her knife came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her tweed, tattooed body flex and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the low of her cover, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny girl hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to obliterate my beginning erecting. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to tweet."goodbye junkie strumpet"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do number two."Turning I led the guard back to the cell room access and opened the spyhole on the second cell.

Julia had her face to the wall and the female sentry go was just untying her hospital scrubs and letting it settle when I entered the cell. I watched the guard duty do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the turnup, the distaff guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her custody were a fiddling plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to calculate honorable on the day ), and her book binding and her hind end were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured adult female, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most splendid knockers that I sucked on a founded for the lastly month. Her fiery red Dubyuh was gone, I made her shave it after our get-go clash. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 time of day ago we had our last sitting and she will be carrying the load I put in her slit and the load she swallowed to timeless existence. But she did not share my exuberance, her font was stunned, like a deer in the headlamp, and I notice that her hale eubstance was glistening with sweat, the vitriolic sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken fear of, no-account Julia, I only wanted your eubstance and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the snare, and walked up the stairs slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still active, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a level they would never feel again. ( As an excursus, I am sometimes asked how the women who are last in cable for executing react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more than early defenseless female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's honest : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few prison term I have seen a condemn woman look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The safety device slipped the snare over Julia's straits and closed it under her right on ear. She didn't tone at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, late breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as a lot air and oxygen into her consistence as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a good estimate, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breather is about to be choked off forever. The sentry duty put their handwriting on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a import she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her tits were gravid enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the rope snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose glossa had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her nerve was a twisted rictus of botheration. Her cervix was thick and her physical structure heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her stage kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could grab the rope. Julia did the"scissors hold"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping breathing spell, without success. Her delicately breasts bounced and jiggled like jello. Back and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"stairway,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a dribble of liquidness came from her pussycat running down her leg, if anyone was paying close down attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last fourth dimension I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew watery and weaker before settling down after maybe five minutes into a long, slow writhe of suffering, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to struggle the urge to grab a flavour of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"OK, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safety device."You two can stand soft now, just keep an eye on your two lady and make a notation of the time when they shit. postponement, there goes one now."I heard a form of splattering and saw that piss and a current of loose bowel movement were running down Margie's pegleg. I jotted down the time in my notebook."routine one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, time for numeral three."For the rest of the execution I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, bare and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and lean and lithe and also covered with the fret of fear. She stared at the noose before her in perfect repugnance. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her long kink Shirley Temple Black pilus through it before fitting it nice and cosy under her mentum. She said nothing until she was skid into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and sex Dances of destruction I've ever witnessed. I have seen few string up fair sex competitiveness for life as long and as hard as that pitch-black fille did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing beef, then climbing the stairs. Her bosom were doing things most exotic dancers only pipe dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulging heart kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one more breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a sec or so, until the safeguard pushed her substructure off and set her vacillation again. She danced at good gas for almost ten full proceedings, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a fiddling air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. unconscious mind, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her intestine and bladder until almost twenty minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to bring through her. When she realized that no savior would issue forth she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they maintenance. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every step of the way to the weapons platform. She tried to resist the whole way boot and screaming. It took both of the safety device to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her psyche towards me. The shock on her cheek was priceless but before she can beg or curse the safety pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the roach bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to verbalise. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spit. She was the number 1 I would see do what we call the"electric chair ”, drawing her knee up almost parallel with her waist and letting them advert there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chairman. Her saucy Brigham Young knocker quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny rabbit hop or two. But it was not to go, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her lip and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and dribble bubbled from her mouth. I could hear her gasping for the last minute or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and feel of her bowel and bladder emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and cuff except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in movement of her. Her perfect tense enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her hide smooth and that satiny black whisker. She was gross for her lastly day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the stop. The veracious hired man safeguard took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the snare, and as he tried to slip it over her headway Audrey began to shinny. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to deflect the running noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand precaution, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her forefront back sharply. The rectify hand guard slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's physical structure forward and she stumbled off the cylinder block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX endorsement, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another arcminute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a astute angle, her middle goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrist joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the same spastic thumping of her bound hands into the minuscule of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the one-sixth minute her distortion and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could rest a niggling. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In hour seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full-of-the-moon arcminute, and then the quiver and vellication began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the mouth. From about the one-ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a legal brief, weak cramp of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of retentive, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was gamy from deficiency of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain perfectly. Then she was tranquilize until minute fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then tell on and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a bit later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his crapper and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the safeguard to escort the viewer out of the murder bedchamber and went off to the eats hall for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned char would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the mortuary staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their consistency, with everyone out of the chamber I took my telephone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to sleep with another unsaved cleaning lady. After 15 minutes the morgue staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the trunk to lave them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a sort out table in the morgue. After the torso are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 60 minutes luncheon before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from body to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her centre closed with her knife out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my paw felt her wet pussy wet with pee,"we had fun, little junky slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the future tabular array. I grabbed her magnificent heavy breast and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girls nipples were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could suffer married you, I could induce looked forward to these boob every night."

Mei Ling's case was distorted with awe and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingerbreadth in her kitty,"such a waste matter of a double-dyed sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her optic, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to prize such a flawless woman."wellspring you were my best fuck and I became your last have sex"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide-eyed open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my bridge player over her Diospyros ebenum skin feeling her chest."Well, bitch I couldn't nookie you in living. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last pecker you will ever have."With that I go the end of the tabular array and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holders, raising the bearer her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her pussycat I rammed my cock in. She was still lovesome and cogency has not set in as I fucked her lifeless trunk. My handwriting roamed her body grabbing her bosom, pap so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her utter staring eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her physical structure joggle with each of my push and soon I shot hot cum into her chilling pussy. Dropping her caput with a thump, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last roll in the hay in me I made love to Julia. I was blue and because of the former get laid school term before I lasted a long time. Her pussy was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro making love very smooth. I took out my headphone and filmed her breasts apparent movement as I fucked her. In the end I came one hold out time into this lovely animate being. After place each organic structure back the way they were I kissed Julia one finish prison term and walked out.

The soundbox of the prisoner were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish paper work no later than 3 days before the execution or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's adjacent of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( neat junkies they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy benefactor who liked fresh dead woman. Officially she was cremated.

Julia was released to her parents and buried. I attended the funeral.

Mei Ling with no known next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the earth fill with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Same demesne fill. Her household tried to sue the country but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive social club 5 60 minutes after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ash were spread over Calif. where she was born .