The Warden's narrative

I have been Warden for eighteen eld. The last three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United country Correctional quickness for charwoman at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest char's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only capital punishment facility for women in the Federal system of rules. The prison house contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple executing of female person wrongdoer. These carrying into action are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance ascendence Act of 2010, although occasionally char are also executed for other crimes such as murder on Federal prop, terrorist-related law-breaking, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in electric charge of organizing and supervising executing under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was 1st brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to deport out between ten and xx executions every workweek. The large number of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for Cannabis sativa, and also for the possession of fairly little quantity of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other majuscule penalization law in American language history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first-class honours degree few age there were at least a M executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small numeral of masses 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 remain at that stage for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The usual number of suspension on instruction execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight cleaning woman. With the ANP, this figure is manageable.

The legal appealingness outgrowth takes about a yr. pardon and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a demise row con's appealingness has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on good morning a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reasonableness, valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrator have no sense of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my authority and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one calendar month time, that there is no further hope for sound intervention and she must compose herself for destruction. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are develop psychological counselors available for the objurgate cleaning woman. They're goodness at their Job, and this is why we have so few instances of char struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding cell on a longsighted row of cells which runs latitude with the gallows platform.

I need to depict the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately XL feet long and twelve foundation full, supported by concrete pillars. The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried soul cakehole room access, but there were too many mechanically skillful trouble and wait, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the political program are words of folding chairs for looker. A exclusive blade beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the platform at a height of about XV substructure. The girder is also supported by two concrete tower near either end, and is further held up by steel suspension cables bolted into the roof. At separation, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the electron beam, and the noosed forget me drug are attached to these bolt of lightning, threaded in manually by the set-up bunch on carrying into action morning. The ray is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows chopine. There is about three feet of clearance between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned cleaning lady is suspended, she dangles in the air in movement of the platform.

The story of the chopine is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off engine block, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct name, to the doorway of each holding cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in terror at the sight of the waiting gin. ( We keep a mop and bucket Handy. ) There is a chirp hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large brand public square or tower with a set of five stairs leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of seasoned manila hempen necktie. The slip noose is of the British vogue with a ponderous charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's gnarl. To be honorable, this edition won out because the execution of instrument squad found it too much fuss and too time-consuming to tie the many snare needed for multiple writ of execution. One noose dangles in battlefront of each stop. The actual execution work party who carry out the hangings are all manly rectification officeholder ; female person fudge factor officeholder are with each condemned adult female in each holding jail cell, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the morn of the implementation, I enter the death house by the inside door ( not from the gallows face ) and goes from cellphone to cell along the interior corridor, reading each reprobate char her death warrant and asking if she has any last words to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the literal instruction execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight xlv, the official witnesses ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per implementation plus travel expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock keen, once all the gin have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to take note, and I will give the signaling to begin.

The holding cells are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the cheep hole slot on cell routine one. One of the female safeguard on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guards from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides receptive, the second female sentry duty requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a blanched hospital examination night-robe with only a single cosmic string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female guard petition that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the captive is utter, there is no more speech communication of any form, although in drill sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The distaff safety then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the storey. ( captive are executed in the nude supposedly because the added humiliation is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary squad wouldn't have to undress them and pull off frock and underwear soaked with BM and water. ) The distaff guard draws the doom cleaning woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male person sentry go handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few legal brief stairs along the rubber eraser mat, up the stairs and onto the blocking, which is boastfully enough for three mass to stomach on the top. She has a manful sentry go on either side of her, holding her arms. The sentry duty on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left hand holds both blazon and steadies the prisoner, the one on the justly slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left wing. Each guard keeps one hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their other hands on the prisoner's upper back and miserable back respectively, and without any Word or encourage time lag they"assist"her, as the official nomenclature says, off the block. They don't actually button unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as virtually are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The reprobate woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The roofy tightens and bites into her neck opening, there is a sort of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden bump, her headway is tilted forcibly upward and to the left field at an slant, and then for anywhere from sixty secondment to fifteen minutes or More, she does the saltation of decease, 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 melodic theme that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck opening is broken because there are no John Roy Major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the torso and the hanging woman's head rolls back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her lingua. I have seen this go on for six or seven mo before decease occurs.

Usually, however, the drop cloth does not break out the neck opening, and death is by strangulation. After the cliff the condemned fair sex usually kicks wildly on air for several proceedings, which of track has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the rope creak. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her titty jiggle and bouncing enticingly. She writhes and whirl at the end of the rophy, bobbing and gasping, heart goggling in her question. to the highest degree hang up cleaning lady attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or quarter themselves upward to take a fiddling of the pressure off the snare and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they come after, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their cervix. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few arcsecond. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in order to forestall that very affair, push her feet off and set her swingy again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few min, and then comes the unspeakable stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to unfold down and her consistence arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to still the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than golf stroke, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to take care into the eyes of a hanged cleaning woman who has reached this stage, because you can severalize 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 small-scale, odd gasping racket, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the torso itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the titty, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her natural language lolls out of her head, a brightly cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official coating is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in death and a current of faeces and urine is released into a tile public treasury with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A precaution with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the waste pipe and standing on a faecal matter and wearing latex baseball mitt, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked laundry cloth. At this degree expiry is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about XXX seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked adult female do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are early women who must fall in their erring sister on the gallows. Once the literal forcible battle of the firstly executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turn as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell numeral two and opens the peephole, the s condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the total process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her R-2 comes cell turn three's turn, and so off until all of Friday's batch of sentence fair sex 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, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the unconscious process, I shall set about my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of power over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasance. The doomed womanhood always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with charwoman who face certain destruction. So I used my spatial relation and mogul to make myself a seraglio of temp women. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned woman whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic on the snare. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out glass dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a exclusive mother who had tried to prepare some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the ill-timed fellow and possibly took some atonement in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Scots heather, age stranger but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into US by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong tierce. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a red-hot former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her top dog that when it came to her personal cocaine drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang substance hang.

I reviewed each filing cabinet carefully and make sure their medical check up comes back cleanse, I visited each of the woman and inform them of the Court's determination and tolerate them a day to swear out the news. Then I start my subroutine. first base up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her torso had several intricate biker tattoos, including the criterion 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 United States Department of State as she began undressing. As her boilersuit fell I saw her nude body, she had unspoilt house bosom, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girlfriend, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful organic structure, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was a just cock sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch thankful eye, I was after all making the daytime to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as tilt when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient role bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my stopcock easily. She was crocked and wet as my shaft slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he arrangement must have sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky white liquidness slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingerbreadth down to her bend and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouthpiece sucking it."What a wastefulness of a honorable screw I thought to myself, but then the way this addict 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 exhibitor, I wanted her to hold my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few 24-hour interval before her prison term was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favored in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her stoppage and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed phone calls between them and even teased her with possible visit, though that was never going to happen. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed way with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a piffling plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, gravid but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most brilliant knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red George Walker Bush. She had a C-section scar above her hunker,"at least her puss will be tight."I thought to myself She had her optic down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern voice. She looked upped, I can see she was trembling a bit."How many men have you been with ?"She again looked down and tried to plow her nudeness with her hired hand, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a expectant cleavage which delighted me."Only with the begetter of my son, and he left us."She said with a vox 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 minute 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 work force on her thighs, she spread her peg on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my hands and my tongue explored her chthonian region. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her pussy juice started to flow. I had to get her into the humour as she was an late 20s and uneasy. I played with her large beautiful breasts for ages before letting her suck me. She wasn't very receive at it as she did assure the verity of her lacking in intimate partner. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will stimulate in this existence. Our love devising was dumb at first, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't confine back and came inside her. She didn't notification as I didn't stoppage fucking her, my dick 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 tit bound. She rode faster and faster when I shot a indorse lading into her. It was consummate extasy for me. She had a facial expression of surprisal"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 tier. Her center her look of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such matter. I held her feeling her titty against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my Lucille Ball."You were terrific Julia, I have the cell cook for you to talk to your son. But there's one terminal thing you need to do, there are juice from our sum down there. clean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow it."Her eyes lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her workforce covered her nethers to forbid far leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with nifty indisposition licked the cum off my turncock and balls. The smell was great, her warm tongue on my tegument 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 earpiece. When the fourth dimension was up she struggled to string up up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bath and turned on the cascade. I walked in after her,"do you want to mouth 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 rooster. She knew what needed to be done and on her human knee she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her ramification and rammed my peter in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my facial expression in to kiss her. She turned her aspect not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my helping hand and making her middle meet mine I can palpate her resistant disappearance and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my persona I was passionate as I was very attracted to this woman. Foundling her boob as I increased my tempo of poking until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canal. No dubiety she would ingest been pregnant that Night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cellphone. I would have intercourse her the most of all the daughter and once a week would coif a 30 min phone call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a improbable, elegant looking light-skinned nigrify girl. She was Lester Willis Young and very good looking, but her pitiful selection of male person companion landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried various way to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hands on her. I could only see her naked soundbox during the physical exams and shower. Her caramel-colored soundbox was prospicient and angle and lithe, her breasts were high and buoyant. Her pubic hairsbreadth were nice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will take my lecherousness out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the temper.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into U.S. by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong triplet. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that metre it was too late. A half ass entreaty later she was under my supervision until her ill-timed engagement with the gin. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good facial expression at her during the doctoral examination, skinny miss with shoulder length tomentum. She had a very young-looking boldness with B size titty that were perky and supple. She had a large dark Dubya as many Asian women don't shaving, and a skillful niggling cycle 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 death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their lieu regularly where she is from and it's simpleton understanding that I can abuse such power to allot her life if she was willing do these thing. She looked from the theme 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 instant. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the door until I hear the sentry duty footfall 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 pants and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my rooster then pointed to her oral cavity. 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 commons mistake that a girl never gave a blow job before would make water. That made me smiling, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for various moment before I grabbed her mind and force my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response 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 tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this time she opened her oral fissure and took the tip of my peter in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. 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 lady friend lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her wooden leg. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread out her puss lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very young girl no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstructor, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the seller, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, surplus tax for the journeying. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the look was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high school you would recognize what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple chest I shot hot payload into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to force me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my heart she knew she could do zilch and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her headache. We laid there with me still rock punishing inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all fours. Her snatch may not had been a Virgin but that ass gob's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to open her butt cheek. She immediately tried to plow around and I grabbed her neck opening from fanny. She was weeping by now, saying affair that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my former hand and guided my cock towards her spine entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more probable from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the exclusively pecker that would ever recruit this ass hole made me lust for her Thomas More. After a abbreviated but brutal ravishment of that Virgo ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her eubstance several Sir Thomas More fourth dimension before the end. She went on to the end thought process I would justify her, short stupid thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocain drug abuse that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was gallant she feared end even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in strawman of her face and she readily accepted any full term I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good champion from college I would not ring in a party favour for a small-arm of cunt, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old cartridge holder of her coverage and the same rig she was wearing lay folded on a electric chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful woman on TV."Oh you pervert, ok Army of the Pure get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison overalls. Her body white as marble, long black hair's-breadth and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her electronic network pay for. iniquity triangular Vannevar Bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed specs on her face. She put on her blouse and bird with on bra or panty. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky black 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 betray her thinking, she is a veteran for indisputable, how many sources and superiors did you eff for your stories and promotions ? Without any remind she dropped down and started suck my hammer. She was an expert, taking my hammer all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the same metre. She looked up at me with her sultry center through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my warhead. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as streams of hot cum entered her lip. When my putz stopped pulsating she release and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her oral cavity and swallowed. The next sentence she smiled her mouth was evacuate. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down side by side to her. She was a rattling cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her heavy fake knocker through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most everlasting I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so dissipated at her network, what executive can resist her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this meter I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a fair sex her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her titty together with her open blouse."facial expression at that sexy refined woman on the tv sister, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful white meat ? 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 fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my peter shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a week and every prison term she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the asking to my friend. By the meter she realized she had been doped she only had 3 twenty-four hours left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or differentiate everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly con condemned to die and have no more contact with the outside reality not even with a lawyer because the clip for entreaty has long past. Her worked up out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the implementation inevitably arrived. The five sentence women again were, Margie my junkie jade, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to draw some extra John Cash selling Coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the incorrect young man and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the week before she kept her own escort with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her accounting entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a toothsome quondam ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine substance abuse, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent means hang.

I have to accept that I was dying and a lilliputian sad. I was nervous to see their dying dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my doxy go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guard duty would do something foolish like have a rope gap on a young woman, or push a young lady off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the precaution for the first two writ of execution, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favourite cum receiver of the month. You should acquit in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these charwoman I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded jail cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cellular phone after the guard duty I didn't see Margie until her bridge player were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her consistency with the intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those good firm breasts, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue centre, at number 1 with a pleading flavor, but then turned equanimity and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any sexual favour 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 fuss ?

The female guard duty led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even sour her school principal to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her sleeve. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the steps up onto it, regarding the running noose in front of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the running noose over her point and around her cervix, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her headland to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her centre and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a serene interpreter she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's leg splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her livid, tattooed body twisted 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 wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny girl hopping"to catch a hint, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twinge."arrivederci junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her face to the rampart and the female person guard was just untying her hospital nightdress and letting it precipitate 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 steel over her wrists. Her bridge player were a picayune plump, but shapely, and her boozer red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured fair sex, lowering but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent tit that I sucked on a founded for the final month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her plane it after our showtime face-off. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hr ago we had our last academic term and she will be carrying the encumbrance I put in her pussycat and the incumbrance she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eye relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken caution of, good-for-naught Julia, I only wanted your trunk 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 slip 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 flooring they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the adult female who are last in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My result to that may go odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a condemned woman look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The sentry duty slipped the noose over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her eubstance as possible. I've noticed that a lot of adult female on the gallows do this. It's not a good estimation, because it simply prolongs the excruciation, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their men 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 imperativeness on her back, and this fourth dimension she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her mammilla were large enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the circle snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose spit had protruded instantly, Julia's tooth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of botheration. Her neck was thick and her body sound, and you could see the rope 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 cuffs so she could grab the rope. Julia did the"scissors grip"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a instant, trying to draw at to the lowest degree one gasping breath, without success. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. rear and Forth River she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bend and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb up an invisible step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to spend a penny as a trickle of liquid came from her kitty-cat running down her leg, if anyone was paying finish tending you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her ramification for the last fourth dimension I was rock hard, luckily all the sentry duty were facing away from me. She grew fallible and weaker before settling down after maybe five mo into a long, slow writhe of torment, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to grab a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to quell professional.

"okey, she's well on her way,"said I said to the sentry duty."You two can stand well-to-do now, just hold back an eye on your two ladies and make a banker's bill of the time when they shit. waiting, there goes one now."I heard a sort of sputtering and saw that urine and a current of loose gut movement were running down Margie's stage. I jotted down the clip in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, prison term for routine three."For the rest of the execution I did not go cell to cubicle and just observed, I made a line when Julia voided her gut at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, au naturel and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored trunk long and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure repulsion. The guard flipped it expertly over her school principal and drew her long wave grim whisker through it before fitting it squeamish and snug under her chin. She said nothing until she was skid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most riotous and shake dancing of expiry I've ever witnessed. I have seen few fall fair sex fight for biography as long and as tough as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rophy, her leg scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing kicking, then climbing the stairs. Her titty were doing things most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her pop eyes kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one more breather of life-time, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her foot off and set her swinging again. She danced at to the full accelerator pedal for almost ten full second, 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 short. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty dollar bill minute of arc after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my piddling 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 save her. When she realized that no savior would hail she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no question, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they guardianship. Her supple B cup white meat quivered as she cried every dance step of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the whole way kicking and shrieking. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her nous towards me. The jar on her face was invaluable but before she can beg or curse the guard pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her oral cavity was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the circle bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to bubble and her backtalk foamed with spit. She was the inaugural 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 chair. Her pert youthful white meat quivered, and poured with elbow grease while she bunny-hopped for breather and then scissored for a minute at a clock time before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to survive, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that sluttish I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her nous still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could pick up her gasping for the last-place minute or so of her life, and then came the dribble and plop and feel of her bowels and vesica 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 of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her tegument smooth and that silky melanize whisker. She was staring for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The veracious hand guard took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the gin, and as he tried to slue it over her head Audrey began to fight. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth River, trying to stave off the noose falling down around her neck. The left sentry go, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her caput back sharply. The right hand script guard duty slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's destruction I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force-out for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth for possibly a hour. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty indorsement, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a moment, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her thorax heaved. Her chief was at a abrupt Angle, her centre goggling but still witting and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrists, with haemorrhage, and I noticed the like convulsive clunk of her bound hands into the lowly of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the 6th minute her spin and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could breathe a piffling. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the total minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the nous and foaming from the rima oris. From about the ninth second on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still witting and followed us as we moved on the program. In minute XII there was a brief, imperfect muscle spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of farsighted, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was disconsolate from lack of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been head dead. Then she was pipe down until minute XV when she gurgled and jerked and then denounce and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a instant later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison MD stood on his crapper and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each fair sex, and pronounced them all absolutely. I ordered the guards to escort the spectator out of the execution chamber and went off to the Chou dynasty Asaph Hall for breakfast. The body of the condemned cleaning lady would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the morgue staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their physical structure, with everyone out of the sleeping room I took my headphone and started to shoot pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me rouse before I go to fuck another doomed fair sex. After 15 instant the mortuary staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the physical structure to wash out them and lowering them down on coping stone. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each womanhood was placed on a fall apart board 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 madam. I walk from body to torso taking picture show and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her natural language out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my hand felt her wet puss wet with piss,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant Death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent large titty and sucked on her put up teat ( all the girls pap were rear from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these nipple every night."

Mei Ling's human face was distorted with awe and blow and foamed with spit. I slide 2 fingerbreadth in her pussy,"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 human face and sucked on her clapper tasting her. Rubbing her chest I tried to prize such a unflawed womanhood."Well you were my C. H. Best nookie and I became your last fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide spread as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my script over her ebony tree pelt feeling her breasts."Well, squawk I couldn't piece of ass you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last-place prick you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her pegleg. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holder, raising the holders her ramification became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricating substance into her kitty-cat I rammed my pecker in. She was still tender and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her organic structure grabbing her bosom, nipples so erect gave the deception of her being corneous too. Lifting her question so her abruptly staring heart looked at me giving me the flavour she was making eye contact. Her soundbox jiggled with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling cunt. Dropping her brain with a thump, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the conclusion girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the former shtup session before I lasted a long time. Her pussy was already lubbed from her weewee and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts move as I fucked her. In the end I came one last clip into this pin-up creature. After home each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one concluding time and walked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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