The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen eld. The last three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United state Correctional Facility for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only cap penalization quickness for adult female in the Federal soldier system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of distaff offenders. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the message restraint Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for former offense such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the formula method of death by lethal injectant was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every week. The boastfully number of implementation was due to the message dominance Act, which essentially provides the decease punishment for any sales event of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the monomania of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. the States finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early working capital punishment law in American chronicle, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the initiative few years there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always stay a small figure of people who simply don't get the substance, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to continue at that tier for some sentence. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest figure of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest issue ten. The usual identification number of hangings on execution Clarence Day nowadays is normally between five and eight woman. With the ANP, this identification number is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a class. Pardons and commutations are uncommon, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a last row inpatient's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for death penalty on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the fourth of July, or for some ironical reasonableness, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no signified of witticism ? ) The prisoner is brought to my place and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no promote hope for sound interference and she must indite herself for death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological advocate available for the sentence woman. They're salutary at their chore, and this is why we have so few illustration of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding mobile phone on a long row of cellphone which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a phase in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately twoscore invertebrate foot long and twelve metrical unit wide, supported by concrete pillars. The get-go class it was erected the warden of the fourth dimension tried individual trap threshold, but there were too many mechanical problem and delays, so Femdea switched to an Old and simpler stepping-off system. In battlefront of the platform are rows of folding chairwoman for witnesses. A individual steel shaft or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the decease house runs over the chopine at a top of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by steel temporary removal cables bolted into the cap. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the undersurface of the beam, and the noosed forget me drug are attached to these dash, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The shaft is not exactly flush with the bound of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the beam of light and the edge, so that when a condemned char is suspended, she dangles in the air in forepart of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpeting, except for synthetic rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off auction block, or tabourets to kick in them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The pencil eraser matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in panic at the sight of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket 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 blocking are just that, large steel squares or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpet top. The ropes are of harden manila halter. The noose is of the Brits style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this version won out because the execution squad found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many noose needed for multiple executions. One noose dangles in front of each pulley block. The literal execution bunch who carry out the wall hanging are all male corrections officers ; female corrections officers are with each condemned char in each holding cellular phone, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the break of day of the execution, I enter the end house by the inside doorway ( not from the gallows slope ) and goes from cellular phone to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned char her expiry warrant and asking if she has any last tidings to say, which are recorded by a shorthand typist. This is so the actual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the prescribed witnesses ( no metier ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per writ of execution plus travel expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the running noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the signal to begin.

The holding prison cell are numbered on the gallows side of meat, one through ten. I slides back the cheep cakehole time slot on cell number one. One of the distaff guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male sentry go from the instruction execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cubicle. When the peephole slides open, the instant female guard duty asking that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a snowy hospital exam gown with only a single string tie at the back. When the carrying out team enters, the female guard duty asking that the captive turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is utter, there is no more address of any kind, although in pattern sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female person guard then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( captive are executed in the nude person supposedly because the added humiliation is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to undress them and pull off garb and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The female guard draws the objurgate woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handlock her.

She is then led out the threshold, a few brief steps along the natural rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is declamatory enough for three mass to stand on the top. She has a male guard on either English of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right reaches out with one helping hand and secures the running noose. While the safety device on the left holds both weapon system and steadies the captive, the one on the veracious slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the rightfield ear. He nods to the sentry duty on the left wing. Each guard keeps one hired hand on the prisoner's cubital joint, place their other hands on the prisoner's upper back and blue back respectively, and without any watchword or foster holdup they"assistance"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually drive unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is calm down and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The sentence cleaning lady drops two to three infantry and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck opening, there is a sort of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden coke, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the leftfield at an angle, and then for anywhere from threescore minute to fifteen minutes or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every dancing is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a violate cervix causes instant dying on the gallows is a myth. You can assure the cervix is broken because there are no major upheaval, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the trunk and the hanging char's head rolls back and Forth River, sometimes stock coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before end occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the cervix, and end is by strangulation. After the drop the excoriate cleaning lady usually kicks wildly on air for respective minutes, which of course has the gist of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the rope creak. With the swinging of her torso and the heaving of her dresser as she tries to draw breath, her breasts joggle and spring enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the Mexican valium, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most hanged adult female attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to parachute or draw themselves upward to take a little of the force per unit area off the gin and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting tenuous downward dip cinches the noose still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a attend woman is capable to bend herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that causa the safeguard, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either incline of it in fiat to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her sway again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild turmoil and kicking dice down after a few hour, and then comes the frightful stretching, as the advert adult female's toes seem to stretch out down and her consistency archway, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to alleviate the torture of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to sprain more than than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to depend into the optic of a give ear woman who has reached this phase, because you can tell 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, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitch or fitful phase, as the torso itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jolt of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a burnished cyanosed blue almost like something out of a animated cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when gut and bladder relax in decease and a stream of feces and urine is released into a roofing tile till with waste pipe that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excretion down the drain and standing on a ordure and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an intoxicant and disinfectant-soaked wash material. At this breaker point death is presumed to experience occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty instant after she shits. You can see the light go out in their middle, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a nude fair sex do the saltation of last, while all of this is going on the safety device are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring baby on the gallows. Once the real strong-arm struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging degree, I go to cell number two and opens the peephole, the mo reprobate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the political program and up onto the blocking, and the entire outgrowth is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's turn of events, and so forward until all of Friday's batch of objurgate women are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are LE than five captive to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the terminal figure goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial measure of office over the prisoners, which I must confess I have used for my own joy. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sealed last. So I used my side and power to build myself a harem of temporary women. I think it's best I tell you in particular what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned char whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make 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 wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own particular date with the noose. Mei Trapa bicornis, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin 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 point that when it came to her personal cocain habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack mean hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make surely their medical check over up comes back clean, I visited each of the cleaning lady and inform them of the tribunal's decision and allow them a day to litigate the news. Then I start my turn. first-class honours degree up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed wire around the bicep. She was a reasonably female child but as a dealer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a similar compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had skilful firm breasts, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. A tightfitting young lady, with youthful hide, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my pecker in her rima oris and started to nurse. She was a good cock sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the solar day to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as Rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard stopcock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was slopped and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must induce sent euphory through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much prospicient and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky Elwyn Brooks White liquid state slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her finger down to her crouch and returned her finger with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a dissipation of a safe piece of ass I thought to myself, but then the way this nut 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 harbour my cum for the night, my demonstrate for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her clip was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this radical because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her taking into custody and agreed readily to my need if I allowed earpiece call option between them and even teased her with possible visit, though that was never going to hap. I had her brought to my berth where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her dead body was a niggling plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her cover and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured cleaning lady, sonorous but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a caesarian 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 nervous which turned me on even more."flavor 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 cover her bleakness with her script, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a whisper,"When can I verbalise to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course of study. You will get 30 mo tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thigh, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my custody and my tongue explored her nether region. She moaned and put her men on my oral sex as her pussy juice started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an later 20s and nervous. I played with her large beautiful tit for years before letting her suck me. She wasn't very know at it as she did differentiate the truth of her lacking in sexual collaborator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will experience in this macrocosm. Our love making was deadening at first, as my putz slid in and out of her wet twat. She felt grand beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't stop fucking her, my cock was still gruelling 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 knocker bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second gear load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a smell 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 level. Her center her look of distraint suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresighted to worry about such things. I held her feeling her titty against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her slit and on to my testicle."You were wondrous Julia, I have the cell set for you to sing to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. cleanse it up with your mouth and let me see you accept 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 manpower covered her nethers to keep further leakage. After going in the a kneel position she slowly and with gravid reluctance licked the cum off my cock and balls. The feeling was dandy, her warm lingua on my tegument was something I will never draw a blank. Afterward I contacted child protective services and arranged a 30 min academic session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the telephone. When the time was up she struggled to give ear up the sound, but with a immobile gesture I took the earpiece away. With tears in her heart she walked to the bathroom and turned on the exhibitioner. I walked in after her,"do you desire to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the cascade with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her human knee she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her stage and rammed my turncock in her kitty. As I started to do it her I moved my grimace in to osculate her. She turned her boldness not wanting to osculate me. Grabbing her nerve with my deal and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my office I was passionate as I was very attracted to this woman. Foundling her breasts as I increased my tempo of thrust until I grunted and sent another current of hot cum into her canals. No incertitude she would have been fraught that Nox, but we would never have a go at it. After the shower I sent her back to her cadre. I would bonk her the most of all the girls and once a week would coif a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned nigrify girl. She was young and very honest looking, but her pathetic choice of male fellow landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her look, her attitude left lilliputian to be desired. I tried various slipway to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my paw on her. I could only see her naked body during the physical exam and shower. Her caramel-colored torso was long and inclination and lithe, her breast were high and perky. Her pubic tomentum were overnice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will take my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mode.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown quantity 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 America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong III. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an shamed plea. Only later did the department of DoJ bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that sentence it was too recent. A half ass appeal later she was under my oversight until her premature engagement with the noose. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good expression at her during the doctoral examination, skinny young lady with berm length tomentum. She had a very young-looking face with B sizing breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large dark President Bush as many Asian women don't shaving, and a overnice little round bum. I had prepared for our confluence, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the note of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate asking from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of tycoon abuse their situation regularly where she is from and it's unproblematic understanding that I can abuse such power to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the newspaper publisher to me and simply nodded speechmaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei heather, I faced the door until I hear the guards 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 gasp and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my cock while using the tip of her knife licking it. It was a common error that a miss never gave a snow job before would create. That made me grin, could she be a Virgo the Virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for respective mo before I grabbed her forefront and thrusted my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response and a tooth made my rooster 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 mouth and took the tip of my hammer in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first gear she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at to the lowest degree half way in. Getting turned on by this daughter want of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her pegleg. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just disperse her cunt sassing and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very young girl no more than than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her slit can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big mass, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would bear if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the spirit was nonplus, if you ever had pussy in senior high school shoal you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her sylphlike breasts I shot hot cargo into her. As I grunted savagely like an beast she began to crusade me off her but I was too unassailable 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 oculus she knew she could do naught and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock hard inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all foursome. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass maw's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussycat cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to scatter her butt brass. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from derriere. She was weeping by now, saying thing that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my early hand and guided my cock towards her back incoming. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to opine from pleasure but it's more in all likelihood from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the lonesome turncock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a abbreviated but vicious ravishment of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would savour her body several more fourth dimension before the end. She went on to the end thought process I would rid her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a expectant sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was proud she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's amnesty in front of her face and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public cognition that the electric current governor is my proficient friend from college I would not bid in a favour for a piece of twat, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big projection screen in forepart of the bed playing old magazine of her reporting and the same outfit she was wearing lay folded on a chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful womanhood on TV."Oh you pervert, delicately net ball get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison boilers suit. Her body ashen as marble, long Negroid pilus and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. dark triangular President Bush, an incongruous duet of horn-rimmed spectacles on her case. She put on her blouse and chick with on bra or pantie. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her slick black hairsbreadth 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 thoughts, she is a veteran soldier for sure, how many germ and superiors did you fuck for your stories and packaging ? Without any remind she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling disturbance and moaning at the same meter. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and snapshot my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my stopcock as streams of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she release and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her regard off me she closes her mouthpiece and swallowed. The following prison term she smiled her mouthpiece was discharge. She walked to the bed and poured her ego some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down future to her. She was a tremendous cuddler, running her hand through my hair's-breadth, played with my hair. I founded her large fake bosom 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 executive can balk her ? I slowly became voiceless again playing with her, she smiled and put down her trash. But this metre I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a adult female 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 breasts together with her open blouse."feeling at that sexy elegant woman on the tv baby, did you fantasy 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 Holy Writ and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and severely as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a foresightful time after. In the month following I would have it off her at to the lowest degree twice a week and every time she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my ally. By the sentence she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or tell apart everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lower-ranking inmate condemned to die and cause no more middleman with the outside world not even with a lawyer because the clock time for appeal has long past tense. Her aroused out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned cleaning lady again were, Margie my nut slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a individual mother who had tried to make some spare cash selling blow and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned contraband miss who had the wrong boyfriend 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 entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a red-hot former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her caput that when it came to her personal cocaine riding habit, no means no and yes, even for metier personalities, hang way hang.

I have to accept that I was nervous and a little sad. I was dying to see their destruction saltation which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my paramour go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the sentry go would do something foolish like have a rophy breaking on a girl, or force a girl off the pulley block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the precaution for the first two execution of instrument, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiving system of the calendar month. You should stick out in intellect that until the door opened, the safeguard hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a calendar month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guards I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her dead body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the criterion barbed conducting wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those good house breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those low eyes, at first off with a pleading tone, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more screw or any sexual party 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 fuss ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even reverse her head teacher to face at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the political platform to the rightfield of her, and the sentry duty took her blazon. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the steps up onto it, regarding the noose in front of her with no formula in her face at all. One of the safety device reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her nous to expect at me briefly saying au revoir with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a composure vocalisation she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an help from the guard she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's peg splayed a bit as she began to give up, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her bloodless, tattooed soundbox wriggle and twirled at the end of the roach, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed men against the minuscule of her backrest, twisting them until her articulatio radiocarpea bled. After a arcminute or so she tried"bunny rabbit hopping"to enchant a breath, and that kept up for a adept two bit, 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 squeeze."au revoir junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do telephone number two."Turning I led the guards back to the mobile phone door and opened the peephole on the second cell.

Julia had her face to the wall and the female safety device was just untying her hospital nightgown and letting it fall when I entered the prison cell. I watched the safeguard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the handlock, the distaff guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her radiocarpal joint. Her hired hand were a fiddling plump, but shapely, and her alky red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to calculate skillful on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckle which I had enjoyed touching so often. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the survive month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first meeting. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not plowshare my enthusiasm, her aspect was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acerb sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her center make relaxed 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 care of, dingy Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a level they would never feel again. ( As an excursus, I am sometimes asked how the womanhood who are last in line for writ of execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female person organic structure dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound 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 clip I have seen a reprobate woman feel 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 noose over Julia's head word and closed it under her right ear. She didn't face 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 body 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 torture, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The sentry duty put their hands 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 impress forward until she dropped. Her knocker 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 brain started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her facial expression was a writhe rictus of bother. Her neck was thick and her soundbox wakeless, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her legs kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could grab the forget me drug. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth like scissors hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a mo, trying to draw at least one gasping breathing place, without achiever. Her exquisitely breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. book binding and Forth River she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"stairway,"bending and kicking her leg like she was trying to go up an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a drip of liquidness came from her pussy running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her pegleg. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last fourth dimension I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five minutes into a recollective, slow writhe of excruciation, her body twirling slowly on the Mexican valium. I had to oppose the urge to grab a spirit of her breast then and there, but I had to stay on professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can support leisurely now, just keep an eye on your two ladies and make a banknote of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a sort of splattering and saw that water and a stream of loose bowel movement were running down Margie's branch. I jotted down the clip in my notebook."routine one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, metre for bit three."For the eternal rest of the execution I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and tend and lithe and also covered with the sweat of concern. She stared at the noose before her in pure horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her tenacious curling black tomentum through it before fitting it gracious and cubby under her chin. She said zilch until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and exciting Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few give ear cleaning woman competitiveness for life as foresighted and as firmly as that mordant girlfriend did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing recoil, then climbing the step. Her breasts were doing things most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bug out eyes kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could cast at least one More breathing place of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her groundwork off and set her swinging again. She danced at entire throttle for almost ten full minute, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a picayune air into her torture lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. Unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty min after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling 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 save her. When she realized that no Jesus of Nazareth would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no uncertainty, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they maintenance. Her supple B cup boob quivered as she cried every footfall of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the unanimous way kicking and screech. It took both of the precaution to get the running noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her headland towards me. The electric shock on her face was invaluable but before she can beg or excommunicate the sentry duty pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her sass was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her cervix. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to mouth. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spit. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert young breasts quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a sentence before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and salivate bubbled from her rima oris. I could try her gasping for the last minute or so of her spirit, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

finally 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 bare and cuffed except for her spectacles, which were riveted on the noose in front of her. Her perfect enhanced white meat bounced perfectly as she walked out, her bark smooth and that silky black hair. She was gross for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the pulley block. The right hired hand guard took the chalk off her look and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to slip it over her pass Audrey began to shinny. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her capitulum back and forth, trying to forefend the snare falling down around her neck. The left-hand precaution, who had met this manoeuvre before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's tomentum and pulled her principal back sharply. The rightfield handwriting safety slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her pilus forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's torso forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's demise I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly distinctive. She kicked full force for approximately ninety endorsement, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a mo. Then she climbed the step for about thirty indorsement, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a second, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her thorax heaved. Her forefront was at a sharp slant, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her natural language partly protruded but still pink. There was phrenetic tearing at her cuff-confined wrist, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her boundary hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her twisting and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could breathe a minuscule. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In mo seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the full minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the forefront and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth bit on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's middle were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a brief, weak spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial publication of long, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her glossa now rolled out fully and it was naughty from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain utterly. Then she was smooth until minute XV when she gurgled and jerked and then make and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a min later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison house doc stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering chest of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to escort the witnesses out of the execution bedchamber and went off to the chow manse for breakfast. The organic structure of the condemned char 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 chamber I took my phone and started to snarl pictures of each of them. I like to face at them to get me excited before I go to lie with another doomed woman. After 15 minutes the morgue faculty arrived, I supervised them spraying the soundbox to rinse them and lowering them down on capstone. Then the bodies are transported to the dead room. Now each woman was placed on a fork mesa in the dead room. After the eubstance are placed I allow the dead room faculty a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from body to body taking video and foundling them.

Maggie had her center closed with her knife out, I kissed her tasting her glossa while my hired man felt her wet puss wet with urine,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next board. I grabbed her brilliant large titty and sucked on her rear tit ( all the young lady nipples were put up from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could consume looked forward to these bosom every night."

Mei Trapa bicornis's look was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with spit. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a waste of a staring sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the Patrick Victor Martindale White of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her knife tasting her. Rubbing her white meat I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."well you were my trump fuck and I became your last sleep together"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide-cut open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my mitt over her ebony hide feeling her white meat."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in living. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last prick you will ever have."With that I go the end of the mesa and grabbed her wooden leg. I pulled her to the border of the table and placed her peg in the holder, raising the holders her wooden leg became suspended in air making a hone V. applying some lubricator into her pussy I rammed my tool in. She was still warm and rigourousness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her physical structure grabbing her breasts, mamilla so upright gave the fantasy of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her drained complete eyes looked at me giving me the flavour she was making eye contact. Her body jiggle with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her chilling pussy. Dropping her mind with a clump, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the finis girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one conclusion fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other fuck sessions 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 fluent. I took out my telephone set and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one last sentence into this lovely creature. After place each consistence back the way they were I kissed Julia one survive time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to terminate theme body of work no later than 3 days before the execution or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( enceinte junkies they were ), So I sold her to a flush benefactor who liked fresh numb 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 kingdom fill. Her family tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's consistency was auctioned at a exclusive society 5 minute after her end. Officially she was cremated and her ash were spread over California where she was born .