The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen class. The last three years of my work have been the Warden at the United state Correctional adeptness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the but capital punishment facility for women in the Federal soldier system. The prison house contains the lone gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of distaff offender. These execution of instrument are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for former criminal offense such as slaying on Federal property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising execution of instrument 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 pack out between ten and 20 executions every calendar week. The large number of execution was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the expiry penalty for any cut-rate sale of banned narcotics except for ganja, and also for the self-possession of fairly low amount of money of drugs for any use, sales event or personal. USA finally decided to get sober about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early capital penalization law in American history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the firstly few years there were at least a one thousand slaying at Femdea annually. Even though the drug terror has now been largely eliminated in the United Department of State, there will always remain a pocket-sized routine of mass who simply don't get the content, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to continue at that spirit level for some clip. In my own meter at Femdea, the fewest figure of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The usual numeral of wall hanging on execution sidereal day nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeals outgrowth takes about a class. pardon and commutations are rarified, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's ingathering has been rejected, she is scheduled for executing on forenoon a month from the day, unless that day falls on Noel Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison decision maker have no sense of humor ? ) The captive is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month meter, that there is no further promise for legal interposition and she must compile herself for dying. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselors available for the condemned woman. They're good at their task, and this is why we have so few instance of fair sex struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding prison cell on a tenacious row of cellular telephone which runs analog with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a point in an auditorium, a raised chopine approximately forty fundament long and twelve feet all-embracing, supported by concrete pillar. The first twelvemonth it was erected the warden of the clock time tried individual trap threshold, but there were too many mechanically skillful problems and postponement, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off arrangement. In social movement of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death sign of the zodiac runs over the political program at a peak of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is encourage held up by steel intermission cables bolted into the ceiling. At musical interval, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the arse of the beam of light, and the noosed ropes are attached to these deadbolt, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on executing morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows weapons platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the balance beam and the sharpness, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber mat which runs from the ten step-off blockage, or tabourets to give them their ancient and chastise epithet, to the door of each holding jail cell. The India 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 pail handy. ) There is a peep hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, declamatory steel squares or pillars with a set of five whole tone leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The forget me drug are of harden manila hemp. The noose is of the Brits style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's burl. To be honest, this translation won out because the execution team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many gin needed for multiple carrying into action. One noose dangles in front of each block. The genuine execution crew who carry out the suspension are all male corrections officers ; female corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cellular telephone, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the execution, I enter the death house by the inside threshold ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from prison cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each objurgate char her destruction warrant and asking if she has any finis words to say, which are recorded by a shorthand typist. This is so the existent executing will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight xlv, the official witnesses ( no mass medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per instruction execution plus traveling disbursal and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the slip noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to respect, and I will leave the signal to begin.

The holding jail cell are numbered on the gallows incline, one through ten. I slides back the peek kettle of fish slot on cell issue one. One of the female person guard on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male person guard duty from the writ of execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowd together cell. When the spyhole slides open up, the second distaff guard requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital test gown with only a exclusive strand tie at the back. When the slaying team enters, the female guard requests that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech communication of any variety, although in drill sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female precaution then unties the hospital gown and lets it hang to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the added humiliation is to be role of their penalization, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to uncase them and pull off dresses and underwear soaked with dejection and urine. ) The female person guard duty draws the condemn char's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards handlock her.

She is then led out the threshold, a few abbreviated steps along the rubber eraser mat, up the steps and onto the mental block, which is bombastic enough for three the great unwashed to bear on the top. She has a male precaution on either side of her, holding her weapon. The guard on her rightfield reaches out with one hand and secures the running noose. While the safety on the left holds both subdivision and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the slip noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the redress ear. He nods to the sentry duty on the left. Each sentry go keeps one hired hand on the prisoner's human elbow, place their early mitt on the prisoner's amphetamine back and lower back respectively, and without any Christian Bible or further delay they"attend"her, as the functionary terminology says, off the block. They don't actually push button unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiesce and resigned, as near are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The excoriate woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden gust, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left hand at an slant, and then for anywhere from lx seconds to fifteen minutes or more, she does the dancing of decease, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as alone as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the melodic theme that a bust cervix causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is stern twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging womanhood's head curl back and Forth, sometimes descent coming from her mouthpiece as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before dying occurs.

Usually, however, the drop cloth does not kick downstairs the neck, and death is by strangling. After the drop-off the doom woman usually kicks wildly on air for several second, which of track has the burden of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her torso and the heaving of her chest as she tries to reap breathing spell, her breasts joggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and whirl at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, centre goggling in her pass. most fall women set about to do the"bunny rabbit hop,"trying to jump or thread themselves upwards to submit a little of the atmospheric pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they come through, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged womanhood is capable to twist herself around and actually get her toes or pes back up on the cylinder block for a few seconds. In that case the safety, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in club to prevent that very matter, push her infantry off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the inaugural wild turmoil and kicking atomic number 66 down after a few minutes, and then comes the awe-inspiring stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to dilute down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of storey beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn over more than golf shot, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to await into the eyes of a hang woman who has reached this phase, because you can say that she is entirely witting still, suffering beyond resourcefulness, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the captive makes small, odd gasping haphazardness, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spastic stage, as the eubstance itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flap of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a burnished cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in death and a watercourse of feces and pee is released into a roofing tile trough with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excreta down the drainpipe and standing on a potty and wearing latex baseball mitt, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked lavation cloth. At this point death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a au naturel woman do the Dance of end, while all of this is going on the precaution are not just standing there observing. There are other cleaning woman who must unite their erring babe on the gallows. Once the literal physical struggle of the low gear executed fair sex has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell phone number two and opens the peephole, the second reprobate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the blocking, and the stallion process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her forget me drug comes cell issue three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned women are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still alive, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the cognitive process, I shall begin my tale.

organism warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of power over the captive, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The doomed woman always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sure death. So I used my position and power to build myself a harem of temporary char. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received files on five objurgate women whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic toe on the snare. 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 produce some supererogatory cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned lightlessness 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 noose. Mei ling, age unknown but Thomas Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her first appearance into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, a voluptuous former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her principal that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang agency hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make sure their medical checkup check up comes back clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the tourist court's decision and appropriate them a day to process the word. Then I start my act. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her haircloth was cut shortstop and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the touchstone barbed conducting wire around the bicep. She was a pretty daughter 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 similar compound, she was in a euphoric State as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A scrawny girl, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing harm to her youthful dead body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to draw. She was a skillful cock sucker, no dubiousness she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the Day to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as sway when I pulled her up and placed her on the affected role bed and rammed my rock-hard dick into her twat. She was already wet already, being 24 her puss received my cock easily. She was sozzled and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he organisation must feature sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, gluey white liquid slowly dripped out of her snatch. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her digit with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste product of a good ass I thought to myself, but then the way this junky bitch 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 shower bath, I wanted her to support my cum for the night, my award for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a niggling boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my requirement if I allowed headphone cry between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to take place. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed way with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a piffling plump, but shapely, she was a Aythya americana, and her back and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most splendid titty I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a caesarean cicatrice above her crouch,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite flighty which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern voice. 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 brood her nudity with her hands, her action only pushed her gravid breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a part that is barely a whisper,"When can I utter 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 second joint, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my hands and my lingua explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my headway as her kitty-cat juice started to feed. I had to get her into the mood as she was an deep 20s and nervous. I played with her gravid beautiful breasts for age before letting her suction me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual pardner. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the final cock she will ingest in this existence. Our love making was slow at first, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussycat. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't stop fucking her, my cock was still severe 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 breasts bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look 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 eyes her aspect of hurt suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresightful 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 nut."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cellular telephone ready for you to spill the beans to your son. But there's one last affair you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. cleanse it up with your rima oris and let me see you take back it."Her middle lit up from daze, 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 manus covered her nethers to foreclose further escape. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with cracking reluctance licked the cum off my tool and globe. The feeling was peachy, her warm tongue on my tegument was something I will never leave. Afterward I contacted nipper protective armed service and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the telephone. When the meter was up she struggled to give ear up the earphone, but with a firm gesture I took the earphone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the lavatory and turned on the cascade. I walked in after her,"do you need to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the exhibitioner with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my one-half rear hammer. She knew what needed to be done and on her knee she went and began sucking. When I was cook I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her snatch. As I started to fuck her I moved my look in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistant disappearance and she closed her eye as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very pull in to this charwoman. Foundling her titty as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canals. No doubt she would have been pregnant that nighttime, but we would never do it. After the shower I sent her back to her cellphone. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned Negroid girl. She was young and very good looking, but her poor people choice of male person associate landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left fiddling to be desired. I tried versatile slipway to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my handwriting on her. I could only see her defenseless body during the forcible test and shower. Her caramel-colored eubstance was yearn and inclination and lithe, her tit were high and chirpy. Her pubic hairs were nice and trimmed. I could only crave after them for now, but I will assume my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the humor.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age strange she was new looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asiatic look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong leash. She didn't speak side and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only trust communicated what had happened, by that time it was too lately. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her prematurely escort with the slip noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a just look at her during the doctorial examination, skinny female child with shoulder duration hair's-breadth. She had a very young-looking fount with B size titty that were perky and supple. She had a large dark bush as many Asian charwoman don't shave, and a squeamish little round backside. I had prepared for our confluence, using google translate I roughly printed out a substance which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to end but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate request from me for a month. It was a blazing lie I know, but from my understanding men of ability abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's childlike understanding that I can abuse such top executive to accord her life if she was leave do these matter. 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 sentry go standing international for 60 moment. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the doorway until I hear the safeguard footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and daunt. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pant and underware, adjacent 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 cock while using the tip of her natural language licking it. It was a common mistake that a girl never gave a blow job before would construct. That made me grinning, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several second before I grabbed her head and thrust my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reaction and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her tomentum and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing centre sternly. Slowly moving her straits back towards my peter, this clip she opened her back talk and took the tip of my dick in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a fiddling deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least one-half way in. Getting turned on by this girls lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just go around her slit lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly compressed and surprisingly wet. Being a very young girl no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impedimenta, so someone else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big bargain, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would give birth if a girl like her fell into my lap, special tax for the journey. She did not closed her middle as I thrusted into her, the tactual sensation was amazing, if you ever had pussy in gamey school you would bonk what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her limber titty I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to bear on 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 nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock strong inside her, I was still hornlike and I flip her around on all 4. Her puss may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt face. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying affair that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my former hired hand and guided my cock towards her back entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would feature liked to recollect from joy but it's more likely from hurting. That was a sloshed asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the only cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a brief but brute rape of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would savor her body respective more times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would liberate her, piteous stunned thing, well at least you were a cracking sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was proud she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front man of her boldness and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good acquaintance from college I would not promise in a favor for a firearm of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screenland in figurehead of the bed playing old time of her reporting and the Saami getup 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, all right lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her middle and took off her prison overalls. Her physical structure white as marble, long inkiness hair's-breadth and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her meshwork pay for. Dark triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed glasses on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky contraband hair I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not lead astray her intellection, she is a oldtimer for certainly, how many generator and superiors did you fuck for your stories and forwarding ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started sucking my cock. She was an expert, taking my putz all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the same sentence. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her drinking glass and I just couldn't take it and shot my onus. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as streams of hot cum entered her backtalk. When my stopcock stopped pulsating she vent and opened her mouthpiece revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouthpiece and swallowed. The next time she smiled her sassing was vacate. 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 wonderful cuddler, running her hired hand through my hair, played with my hair's-breadth. I founded her turgid fake breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fast at her network, what executive can resist her ? I slowly became grueling again playing with her, she smiled and put down her shabu. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at number 1. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her tit together with her open blouse."feeling at that sexy elegant woman on the tv baby, 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 words and eye touch made me horny and I fucked her as fast and tough as I could, soon I feel my shaft shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a yearn sentence after. In the month following I would have a go at it her at to the lowest degree twice a hebdomad and every clip she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my admirer. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 twenty-four hour period left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lower-ranking convict condemned to die and give birth no more than contact with the outdoors world not even with a lawyer because the time for appeals has long preceding. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned women again were, Margie my junkie trollop, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my fancy woman of the month, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to make some supererogatory Cash marketing Coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the incorrectly boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion pen the week before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unsung but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong ternion. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able-bodied to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was anxious to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubine go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a rope break on a girl, or press a girlfriend off the pulley-block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the suspension went off like clockwork.

I followed the sentry go for the first two executions, Margie my slight addict slut and Julia my favored cum receiver of the month. You should behave in intellect that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these charwoman I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the jail cell after the safeguard I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her organic structure with the intricate biker tattoos, including the touchstone barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blond whisker freshly washed, and those safe house breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those Amytal eyes, at get-go with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more nookie or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her lot but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was nothing she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her head to face at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the sentry go took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the cylinder block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in presence of her with no saying in her face at all. One of the sentry duty reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her decently ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying good-bye with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm spokesperson she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an help from the sentry duty she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's peg splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the Mexican valium, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed mitt against the small of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a near two hour, her nipple flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my wooden leg trying to hide my beginning hard-on. Then she resumed kicking for a metre and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do turn two."Turning I led the guards back to the electric cell doors and opened the peephole on the 2d cell.

Julia had her face to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital nightie and letting it strike when I entered the cadre. I watched the safety do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female person guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the brand over her wrists. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her lush red whisker was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look upright on the day ), and her backbone and her cheek were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent depreciator that I sucked on a founded for the in conclusion calendar month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first gear brush. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 minute ago we had our last academic session and she will be carrying the load I put in her snatch and the consignment she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my ebullience, her nerve was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with exertion, the acid lather of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes unstrain a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the organization and will be taken tutelage of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your soundbox and now its gone there's no more time value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps 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 floor they would never feel again. ( As an excursus, I am sometimes asked how the cleaning woman who are last in telephone circuit for murder react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more former defenseless distaff dead body dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My result to that may sound odd, but it's dead on target : they almost never look down the row, because their own slip noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few meter I have seen a condemn woman look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their center turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the running noose over Julia's heading and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eye and started drawing in cryptic, deep breather after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to breastfeed as very much air and oxygen into her body as possible. I've noticed that a lot of fair sex on the gallows do this. It's not a adept idea, because it simply prolongs the excruciation, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your hint is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their manus on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the sentry duty resumed the pressure on her back, and this sentence she let herself prompt forward until she dropped. Her tits were large 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 natural language had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of painful sensation. Her neck was thick and her body heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her human body. Her pegleg 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 forget me drug. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a mo, trying to get at least one gasping breathing space, without succeeder. Her fine tit bounced and jiggled like Jello. Back and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her stage like she was trying to climb an unseeable stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid state came from her kitty running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her branch for the last time I was rock grueling, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weak and sapless before settling down after maybe five hour into a foresightful, slow writhe of suffering, her body twirling slowly on the roach. I had to press the urge to seize a flavor of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"okeh, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stand well-to-do now, just preserve an eye on your two dame and take in a note of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of open bowel movement were running down Margie's ramification. I jotted down the time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okeh, time for figure three."For the rest of the implementation I did not go cell to cellular telephone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body foresightful and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the snare before her in pure horror. The sentry go flipped it expertly over her caput and drew her farseeing kink black hair's-breadth through it before fitting it dainty and snug under her chin. She said nothing until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and energise Dances of death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few give ear women fight for life as recollective and as hard as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the circle, her pegleg scissoring at incredible speeding, then launching into lashing charge, then climbing the stairs. Her chest were doing things most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulbous eyes kept looking at the pulley block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one more breath of aliveness, and twice she actually managed it for a minute or so, until the guard duty pushed her invertebrate foot off and set her swinging again. She danced at full throttle for almost ten full minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the Mexican valium. unconscious mind, but not suddenly. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost XX transactions after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Scots heather my piddling sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or soul, me to save her. When she realized that no rescuer would come up she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they tending. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every dance step of the way to the weapons platform. She tried to resist the entirely way kicking and screaming. It took both of the sentry duty to get the running noose on her and fix her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her oral sex towards me. The shock on her expression was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards 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 speak. She began to bubble and her mouth foamed with spittle. She was the world-class I would see do what we call the"professorship ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her impertinent young breasts quivered, and poured with elbow grease while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a min at a metre before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to cobbler's last, her eye became less focused and her glossa slid out of her mouth and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her optic. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her lip. I could hear her gasping for the stopping point minute or so of her spirit, and then came the trickle and plop and scent of her gut and bladder emptying out.

last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the jail cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and manacle except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in nominal head of her. Her perfect tense enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her hide smooth and that silky grim fuzz. She was perfect for her shoemaker's last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right hand precaution took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the running noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth River, trying to forfend the slip noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard duty, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's haircloth and pulled her head back sharply. The rightfulness hand guard slipped the slip noose around her neck opening and then pulled her hairsbreadth forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the chokepoint, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's torso forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few bill on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full military force for approximately ninety minute, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a bit. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a arcminute, then more bunny-hopping for another instant. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her bureau heaved. Her question was at a acuate angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her knife partly protruded but still pink. There was unrestrained tearing at her cuff-confined wrist joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her bound hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth instant her twist and turning seems to have gotten her a brief second or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In arcminute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the full minute of arc, and then the quiver and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the mouth. From about the 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 weapons platform. In minute twelve there was a abbreviated, sapless spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of tenacious, gulping pant that drew no air. Her spit now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain all in. Then she was quiet until moment fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a hour later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison house doctor stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to escort the witnesses out of the carrying into action chamber and went off to the chow dorm for breakfast. The bodies of the objurgate char would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minute before the morgue faculty come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the bedroom I took my phone and started to break down pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me unrestrained before I go to sleep with another lost woman. After 15 minutes the dead room stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the physical structure to dampen them and lowering them down on stretcher. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a tell apart table in the morgue. After the dead body are placed I allow the dead room staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 dame. I walk from dead body to trunk taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her glossa out, I kissed her tasting her knife while my paw felt her wet puss wet with urine,"we had fun, picayune junkie slut."

Julia's vacant demise stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her brilliant enceinte knocker and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girls mamilla were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these breast every night."

Mei Ling's face was distorted with awe and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 digit in her pussy,"such a waste of a thoroughgoing sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the Theodore Harold White of her eye, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breast I tried to appreciate such a flawless charwoman."Well you were my practiced fuck and I became your live fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her heart were wide open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my men over her sable skin feeling her knocker."Well, bitch I couldn't screwing you in spirit. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the board and grabbed her leg. I pulled her to the sharpness of the board and placed her wooden leg in the holders, raising the holders her stage became suspended in air making a perfective V. applying some lube into her cunt I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and severity has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My handwriting roamed her eubstance grabbing her breasts, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being steamy too. Lifting her head so her dead complete eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye physical contact. Her body jiggle with each of my driving force and soon I shot hot cum into her temperature reduction pussy. Dropping her head with a clunk, I slapped her twice across her all in face. With the last girlfriend conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one hold up fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other shtup academic term before I lasted a longsighted time. Her pussycat was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very placid. I took out my phone and filmed her breast motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one end time into this cover girl wight. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one last prison term and walked out.

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

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a moneyed helper who liked impudent dead woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no known side by side of kin was cremated at the prison house and she ended up in the land filling with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Same state fill. Her family tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the guinea pig was dropped.

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive golf club 5 hours after her last. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over California where she was born .