The Warden's narrative

I have been Warden for eighteen year. The shoemaker's last three old age of my employment have been the Warden at the United nation Correctional facility for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest charwoman's prison in the land, and also because it is the site of the only working capital punishment facility for women in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple death penalty of female offenders. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other offense such as murder on federal official prop, terrorist-related umbrage, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in billing of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti narc Protocol.

The ANP was initiatory brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the formula method acting of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to pack out between ten and twenty death penalty every week. The large turn of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalization for any cut-rate sale of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly humble amounts of drugs for any use, sales event or personal. USA finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any former capital punishment law in American history, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few long time there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug threat has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small phone number of hoi polloi who simply don't get the subject matter, including women.

female carrying into action are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to stay on at that tier for some time. In my own sentence at Femdea, the few turn of womanhood I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the expectant number ten. The usual act of hangings on execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight fair sex. With the ANP, this figure is manageable.

The legal appeal cognitive operation takes about a year. Pardons and commutations are uncommon, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on dawning a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the fourth of July, or for some dry reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison executive have no horse sense of wittiness ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her solicitation has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further Leslie Townes Hope for sound interference and she must compose herself for death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are direct psychological advocate usable for the doom adult female. They're good at their chore, and this is why we have so few instance of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cellular telephone on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to draw the gallows itself. It is almost like a level in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately 40 invertebrate foot long and twelve feet wide, supported by concrete pillars. The first year it was erected the warden of the fourth dimension tried someone maw door, but there were too many mechanical problems and time lag, so Femdea switched to an honest-to-god and simpler stepping-off organization. In front of the platform are course of folding professorship for witnesses. A single steel balance beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the last house runs over the platform at a pinnacle of about xv feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete tower near either end, and is foster held up by brand suspension cable bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the electron beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on carrying into action aurora. The electron beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of headroom between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned adult female is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The level of the political program is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber mat which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabouret to give them their ancient and correct name, to the doorway of each holding cell. The safe mat is laid down because sometimes the objurgate women actually urinate in little terror at the sight of the waiting 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 pulley block are just that, large steel square or column with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpet top. The ropes are of flavor manilla hemp. The slip noose is of the British panache with a heavy charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style snare with the hangman's naut mi. To be good, this version won out because the slaying team found it too much difficulty and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple carrying into action. One gin dangles in front of each block. The actual execution crew who carry out the hangings are all male discipline officers ; female discipline policeman are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the morning of the murder, I enter the destruction house by the inside doorway ( not from the gallows face ) and goes from cellular phone to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her death warrant and asking if she has any last Holy Scripture to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the actual performance will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight xlv, the official attestant ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per writ of execution plus travel expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharply, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will yield the signal to begin.

The holding cells are numbered on the gallows incline, one through ten. I slides back the peek jam slot on cell turn one. One of the female guard on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two Male safety from the execution squad, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides overt, the second female person guard requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital exam gown with only a single string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female guard petition that the captive turn around and face the bulwark. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more spoken language of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't study out that way. The female sentry duty then unties the hospital robe and lets it fall to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the bring mortification is to be component part of their penalisation, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to undress them and pluck off dresses and underwear soaked with faeces and pee. ) The female guard duty draws the condemned cleaning lady's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male safeguard handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few legal brief stride along the gum elastic mat, up the dance step and onto the blocking, which is large enough for three citizenry to place upright on the top. She has a manly safety on either side of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right field reaches out with one hand and secures the gin. While the guard on the left holds both sleeve and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the snare around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right wing ear. He nods to the guard on the leftfield. Each guard duty keeps one helping hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their other bridge player on the prisoner's amphetamine back and lower back respectively, and without any word or further delay they"assist"her, as the official nomenclature says, off the block. They don't actually push unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is calm down and resigned, as virtually are, they gently but insistently go her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned womanhood drops two to three foundation and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck opening, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left wing at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen minute of arc or to a greater extent, she does the saltation of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every dance is slightly unlike, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's cervix is broken, but the idea that a broken cervix causes instant last on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major upheaval, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's nous bowl back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her natural language. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the driblet does not damp the cervix, and end is by strangulation. After the free fall the reprobate woman usually kicks wildly on air for several bit, which of course has the consequence of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the roofy creaking. With the swinging of her body and the panting of her chest of drawers as she tries to draw breath, her bosom jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the circle, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her nous. most attend adult female attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or line themselves upward to shoot a lilliputian of the pressure off the snare and perhaps draw and quarter a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slender downward drop curtain cinches the slip noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a give ear adult female is able to wind herself around and actually get her toes or base back up on the engine block for a few secondment. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the blockage and are standing on either slope of it in society to prevent that very thing, push her base off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the for the first time wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the attend woman's toes seem to stretch down and her body arches, as she seeks some variety of floor beneath her to still the suffering of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right and then to the left hand. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the center of a hang up woman who has reached this form, because you can order that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes little, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase angle, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flapping of the toes, quivering of the chest, and saccade of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her natural language lolls out of her forefront, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a animated cartoon. The official finis is considered to be when bowel and bladder relax in decease and a stream of feces and urine is released into a roofing tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a fecal matter and wearing latex paint boxing glove, he cleans the dangling soundbox with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash textile. At this level death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty second base after she shits. You can see the ignitor go out in their centre, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must fall in their erring babe on the gallows. Once the real forcible battle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging phase, I go to cell bit two and opens the peephole, the second condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the cube, and the entire process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's number, and so Forth River until all of Friday's batch of objurgate womanhood are hanging in the air. It is not unidentified, when there are to a lesser extent than five captive to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active agent, or"fidgeting"as the condition goes. Now that I have explained the mental process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of power over the prisoner, which I must concede I have used for my own joy. The unsaved women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with womanhood who face certain death. So I used my positioning and power to build myself a harem of temporary womanhood. I think it's best I tell you in point what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned fair sex whom are all scheduled to dance on the snare. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out chicken feed dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some supererogatory cash marketing coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned fatal daughter who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own date with the snare. Mei Ling, age alien but untested, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her ingress into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong deuce-ace. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her fountainhead that when it came to her personal cocaine substance abuse, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang mean value hang.

I reviewed each Indian file carefully and work certain their health check check up comes back clean, I visited each of the womanhood and inform them of the tribunal's conclusion and appropriate them a day to process the newsworthiness. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut inadequate and her organic structure had various intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty 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 hospital and administered a similar compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude consistency, she had dear firm breasts, not vast but very well formed. A skinny young woman, with youthful tegument, the drugs are doing terms to her vernal body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my peter in her mouth and started to suck. She was a dependable cock sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eye, I was after all making the days to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock-and-roll when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard prick into her pussycat. She was already wet already, being 24 her slit received my prick easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must ingest sent euphory through her brains. Grabbing her house breasts, I couldn't hold much long and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky white liquidness slowly dripped out of her puss. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her fingerbreadth with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junkie 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, I wanted her to take hold my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few solar day before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this mathematical group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed earpiece telephone call between them and even teased her with possible sojourn, though that was never going to materialize. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her back and her hindquarters were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured cleaning lady, toilsome but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a C-section scar 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 neural which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern spokesperson. 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 bareness with her hired hand, her action at law only pushed her with child breast up forming a large segmentation which delighted me."Only with the Padre of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a whisper,"When can I babble out 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 manpower on her thighs, she spread her stage on que. I massaged her intimate thighs with my hands and my tongue explored her chthonic region. She moaned and put her hands on my mind as her pussy juice started to flow. I had to get her into the climate as she was an of late 20s and spooky. I played with her heavy beautiful boob for ages before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the trueness of her lacking in sexual pardner. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the conclusion cock she will ingest in this world. Our love fashioning was slow at initiatory, as my cock slid in and out of her wet kitty. She felt improbable beneath me, and soon I couldn't view as back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't stop 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 chest leaping. She rode faster and faster when I shot a endorse payload into her. It was vestal extasy for me. She had a aspect 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 flavor of hurt suddenly turned to hurt as she realized she didn't have that farsighted to worry about such matter. I held her feeling her boob against my consistency and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the mobile phone fix for you to talk to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juices from our jointure down there. scavenge it up with your mouthpiece and let me see you get down it."Her eyes lit up from jar, she had obviously never done this before. My regard did not hesitation and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hands covered her nethers to forestall boost leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great hesitation licked the cum off my cock and formal. The touch sensation was groovy, 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 earphone. When the time was up she struggled to hang up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her center she walked to the can and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No countersign was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her pussycat. As I started to fuck her I moved my case in to kiss her. She turned her human face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my deal and making her oculus meet mine I can feel her resistive fade and she closed her middle as I kissed her. For my persona I was passionate as I was very attract to this charwoman. Foundling her bosom as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her epithelial duct. No incertitude she would deliver been pregnant that nighttime, but we would never experience. After the shower bath I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min phone call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was Pres Young and very proficient looking, but her poor choice of male companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left minuscule to be desired. I tried various means to lure her but she would possess none of it, even threatening me if I laid my paw on her. I could only see her bare body during the strong-arm exams and shower. Her caramel-colored torso was farsighted and be given and lithe, her bosom were high and perky. Her pubic pilus were nice and trimmed. I could only starve after them for now, but I will consider my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the temper.

Next I went to Mei Lota lota, age unknown she was youth 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 the States by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong deuce-ace. She didn't speak English and her world defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of judge bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that clip it was too deep. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervising until her prematurely date with the gin. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a undecomposed feel at her during the doctorial scrutiny, skinny little girl with shoulder distance hair. She had a very young-looking face with B sizing boob that were perky and supple. She had a large wickedness crotch hair as many Asian women don't shave, and a nice little round butt. I had prepared for our meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to dying but she may be pardoned by me if she would execute any and all intimate petition from me for a month. It was a clamant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simpleton understanding that I can shout such power to deed over her life if she was unforced do these things. She looked from the composition to me and simply nodded oral presentation in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to disinvest as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Molva molva, I faced the door until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my knickers and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my pecker 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 green mistake that a girl never gave a blow job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for respective minutes before I grabbed her forefront and thrusted my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reception and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her shoot center sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this time she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at outset she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this young woman lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her Vannevar Bush I didn't want to wade through that hobo camp and just spread her kitty-cat lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly cockeyed and surprisingly wet. Being a very Cy Young young woman no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her twat can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impediment, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would let if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eye as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high gear shoal you would bang what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple breasts I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to fight me off her but I was too unattackable 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 eye she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock intemperate inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all four. Her cunt may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her kitty turncock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to broadcast her butt boldness. She immediately tried to flex around and I grabbed her neck opening from behind. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other hand and guided my hammer towards her back entranceway. She stiffens as the tip of my hammer rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more in all probability from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the only cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her Sir Thomas More. After a brief but brutal rape of that Virgo the Virgin ass I shot more cum into her gut. I would enjoy her torso several to a greater extent times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would free her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a smashing sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine wont that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was majestic she feared decease even more. I dangled a regulator's pardon in front of her aspect and she readily accepted any full term I set. While it is public knowledge that the electric current regulator is my good friend from college I would not bid in a favor for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old clips of her reporting and the same rig 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 fair sex on TV."Oh you pervert, fine Lashkar-e-Taiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison boilersuit. Her physical structure white as marble, long inglorious hair and green optic, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced white meat with implants she had made her network pay for. Dark trilateral bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or scanty. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky nigrify fuzz I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not betray her persuasion, she is a veteran for sure, how many beginning and Lake Superior did you fuck for your write up and promotions ? Without any instigate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my hammer all the way in and out making gurgling stochasticity and moaning at the Lapp meter. She looked up at me with her sultry optic through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my incumbrance. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my pecker as streams of hot cum entered her rima oris. When my shaft stopped pulsating she tone ending and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her oral cavity and swallowed. The next clip she smiled her sass was discharge. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down following to her. She was a marvellous cuddler, running her hired man through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her boastfully bullshit chest through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them let loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fast at her network, what administrator can stand her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this sentence I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at maiden. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her open air blouse."Look 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 Scripture and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and strong as I could, soon I feel my tool shuttering cum into her waiting puss. I held her for a farseeing metre after. In the month following I would bang her at to the lowest degree twice a week and every fourth dimension she asked about her free pardon I told I've already sent the asking to my Friend. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 mean solar day left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her web or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly convict condemned to die and have no Thomas More inter-group communication with the outside world not even with a lawyer because the prison term for appeals has long by. Her worked up out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five decry womanhood again were, Margie my junkie slattern, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a I mother who had tried to stimulate some redundant cash selling snow and got the gallows instead, Naima the kick, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned calamitous female child who had the unseasonable boyfriend and possibly took some atonement in the fact that he had swung in Marion pen the calendar week before she kept her own date with the gin. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entree into U.S. by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirties, a luscious former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her caput that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for sensitive 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 titillating 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 rope break on a daughter, or push a girl off the mental 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 guard for the outset two instruction execution, Margie my little junkie fornicatress and Julia my favorite cum pass receiver of the calendar month. You should bear in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these fair sex I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cellphone with six people in it, and so since I entered the electric cell after the guard I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed telegram around the bicep. Her light blonde haircloth freshly washed, and those good business firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked manoeuvre at me with those blue angel eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calmness and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any intimate favor that I could keep her from her fate 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 stir ?

The female guard duty led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even bend her psyche to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the weapons platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her branch. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the mental block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in front of her with no expression in her human face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her head and around her cervix, cinching it under her proper ear. She turned her question to look at me briefly saying goodby with her eye and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm interpreter she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an aid from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs 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 torso perverted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her back, twisting them until her carpus bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to take hold of a intimation, and that kept up for a good two hour, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to obliterate my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."auf wiedersehen addict slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do number two."Turning I led the guards back to the cubicle doors and opened the peephole on the secondly cell.

Julia had her face to the bulwark and the female guard was just untying her infirmary gown and letting it diminish when I entered the cadre. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the sword over her wrists. Her hands were a footling plump, but shapely, and her lush red tomentum was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to expect ripe on the day ), and her spine and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured cleaning woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the final stage month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her knock off it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 time of day ago we had our concluding session and she will be carrying the load I put in her kitty-cat and the lading she swallowed to infinity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlight, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her oculus slacken a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken guardianship of, dreary Julia, I only wanted your torso 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 footmark slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are last in line of credit for carrying out react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or Sir Thomas More other naked female physical structure dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's on-key : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front man of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few metre I have seen a reprobate cleaning lady look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The safety slipped the snare over Julia's caput and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her optic and started drawing in mystifying, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her physical structure as possible. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a good 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 deal 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 guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this clock time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her titty were large enough so that even from behind I could see them fall flat 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 tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her boldness was a twisted rictus of pain sensation. Her neck was slurred and her body grueling, and you could see the roach biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. 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 turnup so she could snaffle the roach. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened peg going back and forth like scissor grip. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping hint, without success. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like jello. cover 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 go up an unseeable step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid state came from her pussycat running down her peg, if anyone was paying close aid you can see some it was a footling thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last clip I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew debile and light before settling down after maybe five instant into a long, slow writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the roach. I had to fight the urge to grab a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safeguard."You two can put up easy now, just hold back an eye on your two ma'am and puddle a musical note of the sentence when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a sort of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of loose gut movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the clock time in my notebook computer."bit one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, meter for number three."For the rest of the instruction execution I did not go jail cell to cadre and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowel at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, bare and manacle and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body tenacious and run and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in vestal horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her recollective wave black hair through it before fitting it nice and snug under her Chin. She said nothing until she was slid into place, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and agitate dance of demise I've ever witnessed. I have seen few advert women fight for life as long and as hard as that black little girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing beef, then climbing the stairs. Her boob were doing things most exotic dancer only aspiration of. It was obvious from the way her bulging center kept looking at the closure that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one Sir Thomas More breathing space of animation, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the sentry go pushed her understructure off and set her swinging again. She danced at full gun for almost ten full minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a picayune air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the R-2. unconscious, but not stagnant. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Molva molva my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to keep open her. When she realized that no savior would fall she started to cry and pleaded for mercifulness no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they concern. Her supple B cup white meat quivered as she cried every step of the way to the weapons platform. She tried to withstand the all way boot and screaming. It took both of the precaution to get the noose on her and ready her. When the clip came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head word towards me. The electric shock on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guard duty 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 opening. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to mouth. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the 1st I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them flow there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chairman. Her pert young boob quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny girl hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focused and her knife slid out of her mouth and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her heading still rolled and drool bubbled from her lip. I could hear her gasping for the last instant or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and feeling of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

live on but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cellular telephone,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and whomp except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the running noose in forepart of her. Her perfective enhanced chest bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that slick black fuzz. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The mighty hand sentry go took the shabu off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to fight. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her principal back and Forth, trying to fend off the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand precaution, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair's-breadth and pulled her head back sharply. The right deal safety device slipped the gin around her neck and then pulled her hair's-breadth forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's Death I actually made a few annotation on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately ninety bit, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her knocker bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a sharp Angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her lingua partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined radiocarpal 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 hour her whirl and turning seems to cause gotten her a brief moment or two where she could pass off a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the replete minute, and then the vibration and vellication began, accompanied by rolling of the principal and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth 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 platform. In second XII there was a legal 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 yearn, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her lingua now rolled out fully and it was blue-blooded from lack of atomic number 8. Even if she had been cut down at that bit she would almost certainly have been brain abruptly. Then she was quiet until minute 15 when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and crocked. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison physician stood on his potty and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering knocker of each charwoman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guard to escort the spectator out of the execution bedchamber and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The body of the condemned women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 instant before the morgue staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their organic structure, with everyone out of the sleeping room I took my telephone and started to tear pictures of each of them. I like to reckon at them to get me excited before I go to fuck another doomed char. After 15 minutes the morgue faculty arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to wash them and lowering them down on stretcher. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a break table in the mortuary. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 minute luncheon before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 peeress. I walk from body to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her optic closed with her spit out, I kissed her tasting her spit while my hand felt her wet cunt wet with urine,"we had fun, niggling junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next board. I grabbed her magnificent boastfully breasts and sucked on her erect nipple ( all the miss mamilla were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could feature married you, I could have looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei Ling's case was distorted with fear and shock absorber and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a waste of a perfect sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the egg white of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her case and sucked on her clapper tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."wellspring you were my best fuck and I became your last-place be intimate"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were all-inclusive undefendable as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my manpower over her ebony skin feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't nookie you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the end putz you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her ramification in the holders, raising the bearer her legs became suspended in air making a sodding V. applying some lubricant into her puss I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and rigourousness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, nipple so vertical gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her bushed stark eyes looked at me giving me the tone she was making eye contact. Her body wiggle with each of my poking and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her brain with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead facial expression. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one utmost shtup in me I made love to Julia. I was docile and because of the other fuck Roger Sessions before I lasted a retentive time. Her slit was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro sexual love very still. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this adorable puppet. After shoes each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one last time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish paper study no later than 3 days before the execution or the consistence would be processed by the state.

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

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

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

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

Audrey's trunk was auctioned at a exclusive social club 5 hours after her last. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over Golden State where she was born .