The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen years. The last three eld of my utilisation have been the Warden at the United res publica Correctional deftness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the expectant women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only capital penalty readiness for women in the Fed scheme. The prison contains the exclusively gallows designed specifically for the multiple capital punishment of female wrongdoer. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance ascendency Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other law-breaking such as murder on Federal attribute, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in burster of organizing and supervising execution of instrument under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was low brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was unequal, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and xx death penalty every calendar week. The enceinte number of instruction execution was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the Death punishment for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for Cannabis sativa, and also for the possession of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any former capital punishment law in American account, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few yr there were at least a thousand murder at Femdea annually. Even though the drug threat has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small number of people who simply don't get the subject matter, including women.

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

The legal appeals process takes about a year. forgiveness and exchange are rarified, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a death row convict's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for death penalty on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Yule Day, the quartern of July, or for some ironic understanding, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sensory faculty of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my billet and informed that her appeal has been denied and her conviction will be duly carried out in one calendar month clip, that there is no further hope for legal intervention and she must compose herself for death. This where the rallying cry and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counsel available for the condemned woman. They're honest at their line, and this is why we have so few illustration of char struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of mobile phone which runs analogue with the gallows platform.

I need to discover the gallows itself. It is almost like a point in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately 40 foundation farsighted and twelve ft wide of the mark, supported by concrete mainstay. The foremost yr it was erected the warden of the clock time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical job and delay, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In strawman of the platform are run-in of folding chairs for witnesses. A single brand ray or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death mansion runs over the political platform at a altitude of about XV feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by blade suspension cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty blade U-bolts are bolted into the posterior of the beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these dash, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on implementation dayspring. The beam is not exactly flush with the sharpness of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of headway between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned char is suspended, she dangles in the air in movement of the platform.

The story of the program is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber mat which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or taboret to give them their ancient and sort out name, to the doorway of each holding prison cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the sentence women actually urinate in terror at the mickle of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peek 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 sword squares or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The roach are of seasoned manila paper hemp. The snare is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the common American-style running noose with the hangman's burl. To be honest, this version won out because the execution squad found it too often worry and too time-consuming to tie the many slip noose needed for multiple performance. One noose dangles in strawman of each stoppage. The actual death penalty crew who carry out the hangings are all virile corrections officers ; distaff corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding jail cell, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the first light of the implementation, I enter the death house by the inwardly threshold ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her last warrant and asking if she has any last Holy Writ to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the existent capital punishment will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the prescribed witnesser ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travelling expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock needlelike, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will founder the signaling to begin.

The holding cellular telephone are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the cheep trap slot on cell number one. One of the female guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male person safety from the carrying into action team, thus making for a somewhat herd cadre. When the eyehole slides heart-to-heart, the second gear female guard petition that the captive stand up. She is wearing a white hospital examination robe with only a unmarried string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female person guard asking that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is beat, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female person guard then unties the hospital nightie and lets it come down to the storey. ( prisoner are executed in the nude supposedly because the tot mortification is to be region of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary squad wouldn't have to uncase them and pull off dresses and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The distaff guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards cuff her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the synthetic rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is big enough for three mass to digest on the top. She has a virile sentry duty on either incline of her, holding her arms. The safeguard on her right reaches out with one paw and secures the running noose. While the precaution on the left field holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the leftfield. Each guard keeps one manus on the prisoner's elbow, place their early hands on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any watchword or further delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually push unless the captive is struggling. If the prisoner is muted and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently travel her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned char drops two to three groundwork and is suspended. The roach tightens and bites into her neck, there is a sort of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her fountainhead is tilted forcibly upward and to the left hand at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen proceedings or more, she does the saltation of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the captive's neck opening is broken, but the idea that a broken neck opening causes instantaneous decease on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major paroxysm, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's point rolls back and forth, sometimes blood line coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before dying occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck, and last is by strangulation. After the bead the condemn womanhood usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the gist of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to thread breath, her titty jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twist at the end of the roach, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most pay heed women try to do the"bunny rabbit hop,"trying to jump or draw themselves upward to take a small of the pressure off the slip noose and perhaps pull out a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting thin downward free fall cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged adult female is able-bodied to worm herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the blocking for a few endorsement. In that typeface the guards, who have by now come down from the mental block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very affair, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the world-class wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to stretch down and her organic structure arches, as she seeks some form of floor beneath her to facilitate the torture of the R-2. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to change by reversal more than than swing, first to the right and then to the left field. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged cleaning lady who has reached this form, because you can tell that she is entirely witting still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the captive makes small, odd gasping stochasticity, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flutter of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her brain, a shiny cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official culture is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in death and a stream of feces and piddle is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hosiery quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex baseball glove, he cleans the dangling body with an inebriant and disinfectant-soaked airstream cloth. At this pointedness dying is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty irregular 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 womanhood do the saltation of Death, while all of this is going on the safeguard are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sis on the gallows. Once the existent strong-arm struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging leg, I go to cell figure two and opens the peephole, the 2d condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the integral process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's turn, and so onward until all of Friday's sight of condemned charwoman are hanging in the air. It is not obscure, 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 active agent, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of money of top executive over the captive, which I must confess I have used for my own delight. The ill-fated women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with adult female who face sealed death. So I used my position and power to build myself a hareem of impermanent women. I think it's best I tell you in item what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned woman whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a undivided mother who had tried to seduce some supernumerary immediate payment selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned fateful girl who had the wrong swain and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Molva molva, age unknown but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into USA by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, a sonsy sometime ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able-bodied to get it through her head word that when it came to her personal cocaine substance abuse, no means no and yes, even for medium personalities, hang mean value hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and get to for certain their medical examination check up comes back clean, I visited each of the womanhood and inform them of the court's conclusion and allow them a day to swear out the tidings. Then I start my routine. first-class honours degree up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short-change and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a passably girl but as a dealer 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 chemical compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had good firm breast, not huge but very well formed. A tightly fitting girl, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her sassing and started to suck. She was a salutary cock sucker, no dubiety she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful heart, I was after all making the 24-hour interval to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock'n'roll when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussycat. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my pecker slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must have sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her house breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting slit. As I pulled out, awkward white liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste product of a good piece of ass I thought to myself, but then the way this junky kick 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 exhibitioner, I wanted her to control my cum for the Nox, my award for her. I gave her a hit every few daytime before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this radical because I found her the most attractive. She had a minuscule boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed telephone set phone call between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to befall. 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 torso was a trivial plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her spine and her fundament were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent rapper I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a C-section scrape above her scrunch up,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her heart down casted, she was blushing and quite spooky which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern phonation. 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 desolation with her hands, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a great segmentation which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice 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 bridge player and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thigh, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inside thigh with my hands and my tongue explored her nether part. She moaned and put her hands on my oral sex as her puss juice started to flow. I had to get her into the humour as she was an late 20s and unquiet. I played with her gravid beautiful tit for long time before letting her suction me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did differentiate the accuracy of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the final cock she will own in this worldly concern. Our love fashioning was tedious at first gear, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt tall beneath me, and soon I couldn't adjudge back and came inside her. She didn't observation as I didn't occlusion fucking her, my cock 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 breasts bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a mo load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a facial expression of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to wander off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being meaning ?"as I brought her to my eye grade. Her eyes her look of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresightful to interest about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell make for you to blab to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are succus from our join down there. Clean it up with your lip and let me see you eat up it."Her middle lit up from impact, 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 script covered her nethers to forestall further leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great reluctance licked the cum off my cock and balls. The flavour was great, her warm tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective services 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 set. When the metre was up she struggled to hang up the phone, but with a loyal motion I took the phone away. With rip in her eyes she walked to the john and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you desire to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her articulatio genus she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my stopcock in her pussy. As I started to make out her I moved my human face in to kiss her. She turned her brass not wanting to buss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her centre meet mine I can finger her immune slicing and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very draw in to this woman. Foundling her boob as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her channel. No doubt she would birth been pregnant that night, but we would never know. After the exhibitor I sent her back to her cell. I would love her the most of all the female child and once a hebdomad would arrange a 30 min yell for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned fateful girl. She was young and very good looking, but her pitiful choice of male fellow traveler landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her feel, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried versatile mode to tempt her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my manpower on her. I could only see her naked body during the strong-arm examination and exhibitor. Her caramel-colored torso was long and lean and lithe, her titty were high up and perky. Her pubic pilus 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 cusk, age stranger she was Whitney Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asiatic look Loretta Young. She was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her debut into USA by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak side and her populace defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too tardy. A half ass collection later she was under my supervision until her untimely date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good looking at her during the doctoral testing, skinny girl with shoulder length hair's-breadth. She had a very young-looking fount with B sizing breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large wickedness Dubyuh as many Asian char don't shaving, and a skillful little round butt. I had prepared for our encounter, using google translate I roughly printed out a substance which conveyed something along the business of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual petition from me for a calendar month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their posture regularly where she is from and it's mere understanding that I can abuse such big businessman to give her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speaking in Formosan that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 transactions. He locked me inside with Mei Trapa bicornis, I faced the room access until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei cusk was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my trouser and underware, following to the bed I pointed to my turncock then pointed to her lip. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my cock while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common misunderstanding that a girlfriend never gave a gust job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several bit before I grabbed her head and thrusted my rooster into her mouth. She gagged in reception and a tooth made my turncock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tear eye sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my turncock, this fourth dimension she opened her mouthpiece and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a lolly. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this daughter lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her pubic hair I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her pussy back talk and roughly entered her. She was amazingly mingy and surprisingly wet. Being a very young fille no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her kitty-cat 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 trafficker, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high gear shoal you would cognize what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple boob I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to push 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 pharynx and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do goose egg and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the to the lowest degree of her trouble. We laid there with me still sway concentrated inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all fours. Her pussy may not had been a Virgo the Virgin but that ass pickle's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her snatch cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to disseminate her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from keister. 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 other mitt and guided my cock towards her back entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed domicile, as I pushed she cried out. I would make liked to think from pleasance but it's more likely from nuisance. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the view of me being the only when peter that would ever accede this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a abbreviated but barbarous ravishment of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would bask her soundbox respective more times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would free her, poor stupid matter, well at least you were a great 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 of her face and she readily accepted any terminus I set. While it is public knowledge that the current regulator is my good ally from college I would not visit in a favour for a piece of cunt, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big filmdom in social movement of the bed playing old magazine of her reporting and the same 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 womanhood on TV."Oh you pervert, amercement Lashkar-e-Taiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison house overalls. Her body white as marble, hanker Black person hair and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her web pay for. shadow triangular bush, an incongruous brace of horn-rimmed spectacles on her typeface. She put on her blouse and bird with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed bare and walked up to her. Grabbing her satiny pitch-dark 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 stag her sentiment, she is a stager for sure, how many sources and superiors did you have intercourse for your stories and promotions ? 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 dissonance and moaning at the Saame sentence. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as flow of hot cum entered her rima oris. When my cock stopped pulsating she acquittance and opened her backtalk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The next time she smiled her mouth was hollow. 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 grand cuddler, running her deal through my hair, played with my hairsbreadth. I founded her large fake tit through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most sodding I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so flying at her network, what administrator can defy her ? I slowly became operose again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at beginning. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her capable blouse."smell at that sexy elegant woman on the tv babe, 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 physical contact made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and hard as I could, soon I feel my tool shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a tenacious 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 request to my friend. By the 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 tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a baseborn convict condemned to die and have no Thomas More contact with the out-of-door cosmos not even with a lawyer because the fourth dimension for collection has long retiring. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the slaying inevitably arrived. The five sentence women again were, Margie my junkie hussy, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out crank dealer. Julia my mistress of the calendar month, aged 28, was a individual mother who had tried to make believe some extra Johnny Cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned nigrify missy who had the amiss boyfriend and possibly took some gratification in the fact that he had swung in Marion pen the week before she kept her own escort with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age nameless but untried, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into USA by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong trey. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirties, a juicy former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her headland that when it came to her personal cocain drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent agency hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a trivial sad. I was dying to see their decease dancing which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my paramour 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 circle break on a girl, or push a young lady off the pulley but forget to put the R-2 around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hanging went off like clockwork.

I followed the safety for the beginning two executions, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favourite cum receiver of the calendar month. You should contain in mind that until the threshold opened, the sentry go hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded mobile phone with six multitude in it, and so since I entered the cell after the safety device I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her eubstance with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her myopic blond hair freshly washed, and those trade good firm breasts, not immense but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue eyes, at first with a pleading flavor, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any intimate favour that I could go on her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was cipher 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 turn her head to expect at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the chopine I stopped on the platform to the rightfield of her, and the guard duty took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the running noose in front of her with no expression in her expression at all. One of the precaution reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her caput and around her neck, cinching it under her mightily ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her eye and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm vocalisation 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 kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed body wrestle and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hired hand against the small of her back, twisting them until her radiocarpal joint bled. After a mo or so she tried"bunny hopping"to overhear a breather, and that kept up for a soundly two minutes, her tits 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 time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye addict loose woman"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her cheek to the bulwark and the distaff guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it go down when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the distaff guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her dipsomaniac red hair's-breadth was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to await good on the day ), and her spine and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so often. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, sonorous but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the net month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first showdown. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hour ago we had our last school term and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the warhead she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not plowshare my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a cervid in the headlight, and I notice that her all body was glistening with sudor, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes decompress 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 care of, pitiful Julia, I only wanted your dead body 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 noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alert, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a story they would never palpate again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are lowest in line for carrying into action react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other au naturel female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's truthful : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in presence of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a condemned womanhood look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their middle turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the noose over Julia's caput and closed it under her mighty ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, inscrutable breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as a good deal air and atomic number 8 into her dead body as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a unspoiled idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guard put their hands on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a second she was going to pop struggling, but the guard resumed the imperativeness on her back, and this time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her teat were with child enough so that even from behind I could see them fall through as she plunged and the roach snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's dentition were clenched and her face was a deform rictus of pain. Her neck was thick and her organic structure sound, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her bod. Her branch 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 roach. Julia did the"pair of scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to line at to the lowest degree one gasping breathing place, without success. Her delicately chest bounced and jiggled like Jell-O. Back and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an inconspicuous stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her puss running down her legs, if anyone was paying close aid you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the stopping point time I was rock backbreaking, luckily all the sentry go were facing away from me. She grew infirm and weaker before settling down after maybe five mo into a long, slow writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to campaign the urge to grab a spirit of her titty then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stand promiscuous now, just keep an eye on your two ladies and make a line of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a form of splattering and saw that water and a stream of loose bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the clock time in my notebook."issue one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, time for turn three."For the rest of the execution I did not go cell to cellular phone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her intestine at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, raw and handcuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and tip and lithe and also covered with the stew of fear. She stared at the gin before her in consummate horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her question and drew her yearn curling Shirley Temple hair through it before fitting it nice and snug under her chin. She said nix until she was slip into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and commove Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged women fight for life-time as long and as hard as that contraband young lady did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible velocity, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her chest were doing things most exotic social dancer only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bellying eyes kept looking at the stoppage that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could sop up at to the lowest degree one to a greater extent hint of life, and twice she actually managed it for a sec or so, until the guard pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at wide-cut gas 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 rope. Unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and vesica until almost 20 minute of arc after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my slight sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or mortal, me to save her. When she realized that no the Nazarene would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no uncertainty, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they tutelage. Her supple B cup tit quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the whole way kicking and screaming. It took both of the sentry go to get the noose on her and set her. When the clock time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her question towards me. The jolt on her face was priceless but before she can beg or blaspheme the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to burble and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the beginning I would see do what we call the"electric chair ”, drawing her human knee up almost parallel with her shank and letting them hang there for many moment, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert Cy Young breasts quivered, and poured with perspiration while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focalise and her tongue slid out of her rima oris and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could hear her gasping for the last minute or so of her lifespan, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her intestine 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 cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in front man of her. Her perfect enhanced tit bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silky black pilus. She was utter for her lastly day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the mental block. The right hand guard took the deoxyephedrine off her aspect and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to skid it over her header Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her principal back and Forth River, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her cervix. The left guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's haircloth and pulled her head back sharply. The right hand precaution slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the tightness, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the auction block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly distinctive. She kicked good power for approximately XC seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a min. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX moment, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a second, then more bunny-hopping for another hour. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest of drawers heaved. Her head was at a sharp angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined carpus, with bleeding, and I noticed the same spasmodic clunk of her leaping hands into the minor of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her straining and turning seems to deliver gotten her a brief second or two where she could suspire a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In moment seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the full bit, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the backtalk. From about the 9th minute of arc on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the program. In minute 12 there was a brief, weak spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of farseeing, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that mo she would almost certainly have been brain perfectly. Then she was quiet until bit 15 when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and tight. Her eye-light went out about a min later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison Doctor of the Church stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering white meat of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guard to escort the witnesses out of the execution chamber and went off to the grub Charles Martin Hall for breakfast. The bodies of the excoriate fair sex would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the sleeping accommodation I took my sound and started to tear pictures of each of them. I like to reckon at them to get me excited before I go to have a go at it another doomed char. After 15 minutes the mortuary stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to wash them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the consistency are transported to the mortuary. Now each woman was placed on a separate tabular array in the morgue. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 gentlewoman. I walk from body to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her middle closed with her tongue out, I kissed her tasting her clapper while my hand felt her wet cunt wet with piss,"we had fun, small junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted dentition greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent tumid boob and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the lady friend nipples were tumid from being strangled )."Oh I could receive married you, I could give looked forward to these nipple every night."

Mei cusk's face was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers in her kitty,"such a waste of a perfect sex slave."

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

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were all-inclusive unresolved as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my handwriting over her ebony skin feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't fucking you in aliveness. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the finish cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the mesa and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the tabular array and placed her pegleg in the holders, raising the bearer her branch became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricator into her snatch I rammed my shaft in. She was still warm and cogency has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her chest, nipples so tumid gave the delusion of her being steamy too. Lifting her head so her abruptly staring eyes looked at me giving me the spirit she was making eye middleman. Her body jiggled with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her principal with a clump, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the final stage girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each young lady until I was horny again. With only one lowest fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the former ass session before I lasted a long clip. Her pussy was already lubbed from her water and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very quiet. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts move as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this lovely creature. After seat each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one live time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to end theme work no later than 3 Clarence Day before the implementation or the physical structure would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( dandy drug addict they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy benefactor who liked fresh drained woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

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

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the same land fill. Her family tried to sue the nation but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

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