The dim Porsche convertible screeched into the car ballpark, coming to a halt in the bay nearest the briny doors in a cloud of dust ; the char driving it fling spread the room access and leaving it wide open, ran towards the entry. She was a 32 year old long-haired blonde, wearing a white blouse, a shortly grey suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her fuzz was let loose around her shoulders.

Reaching the door of the building, she flung it unresolved wide and rushed through into the wide brightly lit reception orbit. Pausing a indorsement to get her comportment, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a cheap voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry, don't hurt my family ”.

The woman behind the desk, a char of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a loose nautical mile and wearing the pitch-black and white uniform of the Department of fudge factor, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"name ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are late,"the section of discipline woman said"I was just about to issue the warrants for your kin"

"I know"Kayleigh responded,"there was a big pile up on the superhighway, and I couldn't get a sign to call"

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and fraud while in place 10 24-hour interval earlier, a capital offence, but had been released for the 10 mean solar day prescribed by law in order of magnitude to"put her personal business in society"before her execution. The return of the condemned captive was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their collaborator, minor, parents and former ending congenator ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the appendage ), would be executed instead. When the process had been introduced 25 years earlier, few thought it would work, but a few high-profile deterrent example of whole syndicate being put to death had quickly ensured almost sum compliance.

"Hmmmm, I don't know,"the DoC woman said, you are very late and most of the others for today have already been…mmmm…processed"

"Please, delight"pleaded Kayleigh,"I did try, honestly. It's not fair to execute my all family, just because I was caught up in a traffic jam"

"Let me check ”, the DoC adult female said.

She got up from behind the computing machine and went out through a room access behind her. The door shut with a loud thunk !

Kayleigh waited growing Sir Thomas More and more agitated as the instant passed.

After about 5 minutes the other woman returned.

"I've spoken to the obligation executioner and he says they will make an exception if you can be quick right now. They've actually finished all the others, so you'll need to go straight on down to the execution chamber and be stripped set up with your hair up, when you get there"

"What, where do I go ?"Kayleigh asked looking round of drinks, her wildly.

"Right down to the far end"The DoC woman snapped, pointing to a large alloy door set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left field of the reception desk"Go !"

Kayleigh turned around, saw where the woman was pointing and started to run down the corridor.

"Remember, you need to be stripped off prepare, when you get there ”, the fair sex called after her.

Kayleigh raised her hired man to indicate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was washed-up, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and threw it to the footing, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the catch at the back of her skirt, she pushed it down over her hips, paused slightly get let it return down her legs, then with a rebuff lurch, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was adjacent, dropping to the floor to expose a pair of full-of-the-moon, brush up breasts, with outstanding dark pink mamilla, tit that bounced enticingly as she ran.

Almost at the door now, she paused ; kicked her sandals off and reaching behind her, gripped her hair in her left hand and reached across with her right, to wrick it up into a loosely knotted pony tail. It wouldn't win any awards for flair, but it would do what was needed !

She turned back towards the woman at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her panties down her legs, to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair's-breadth at her breakwater, that belied the people of colour of the fuzz on her caput, stepped out of the pantie, turned around, pulled the metal door open and stepped inside.

As she watched, the woman heard the executioner ask Kayleigh to confirm her epithet, which she did, then teach her to stand with her back to the wall, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of mix in relief and apprehension on her face. Relief that she had managed to save her household from her own portion, savvy, because of the pain in the ass and death to that was to come.

The door remained open and the woman heard the executioner read out the charge and the finding of fact. There was then a mo's silence, followed by a rattle as the soldiers prepared their weapon system. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut out her heart, then with a sound like distant thunder, it was all over. The woman saw a splatter of red marks appear across Kayleigh full breasts and saw her campaign violently backwards into the wall behind her, where she stood motionless for a minute, before her legs gave way and she slid down the paries, leaving a red smear behind her. As her bottom hit the floor, she toppled onto her leave side to lay half in and half out the alloy door, the bloody wounding in her knocker clearly visible.

A few secondment later a young officer appeared in the doorway and reached down to feel Kayleigh's neck for a beat. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon and placed the muzzle against the English of her mind. He looked up at the woman at the desk, mouthed the word sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's question jerked and a urarthritis of profligate mixed with nous affair shot out of the going wound as the bullet slammed into the storey beneath her. Her legs twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...