The Warden's Tale

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

Femdea is renowned as the great fair sex's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the just capital punishment facility for womanhood in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple executing of female offenders. These execution of instrument are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other crimes such as murder on Federal prop, terrorist-related criminal offense, 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 Narc Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the rule method acting of Death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to channel out between ten and twenty slaying every week. The large routine of execution of instrument was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of prohibit narcotics except for cannabis, and also for the monomania of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. US finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other cap punishment law in American chronicle, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few years there were at least a one thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United United States Department of State, there will always remain a small-scale number of people who simply don't get the content, including women.

female person executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to stay on at that spirit level for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the few routine of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The common number of hanging on execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this bit is manageable.

The sound ingathering mental process takes about a year. pardon and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a death row inmate's charm has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the fourth of July, or for some wry grounds, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrator have no horse sense of temper ? ) The captive is brought to my spot and informed that her appeal has been denied and her condemnation will be duly carried out in one month meter, that there is no further Bob Hope for sound intercession and she must indite herself for end. This where the cry and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological pleader available for the excoriate woman. They're goodness at their jobs, and this is why we have so few illustration of womanhood struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to trace the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised political platform approximately 40 feet retentive and 12 invertebrate foot wide, supported by concrete pillars. The number one year it was erected the warden of the time tried case-by-case trap doors, but there were too many mechanical job and postponement, so Femdea switched to an aged and simpler stepping-off scheme. In front of the program are rows of folding chairs for attestant. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete paries of the death house runs over the chopine at a height of about XV feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is far held up by steel interruption cablegram bolted into the ceiling. At separation, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam, and the noosed Mexican valium are attached to these bolt of lightning, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution daybreak. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows political platform. There is about three foundation 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 floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct epithet, to the door of each holding cell. The pencil eraser matting is laid down because sometimes the sentence charwoman actually urinate in affright at the sight of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucketful William Christopher 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 blocks are just that, prominent steel square or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of mollify manila hemp. The noose is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style running noose with the hangman's grayback. To be honest, this version won out because the capital punishment team found it too much bother and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple executions. One gin dangles in strawman of each occlusion. The factual instruction execution bunch who carry out the suspension are all male corrections officers ; female person department of corrections military officer are with each condemned adult female in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning time of the execution, I enter the dying house by the inside room access ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each objurgate womanhood her death imprimatur and asking if she has any lastly password to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official witness ( no medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travel disbursement and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock precipitous, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will contribute the signal to begin.

The holding cells are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peek hole slot on cell identification number one. One of the female guard duty on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guards from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat herd cell. When the peephole slides open, the second female person safety device asking that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a White person hospital examination gown with only a one string tie at the back. When the writ of execution team enters, the female sentry duty asking that the captive turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more voice communication of any variety, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female safeguard then unties the hospital scrubs and lets it fall to the floor. ( Prisoners 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 team wouldn't have to undress them and pull off dresses and underclothes soaked with faecal matter and urine. ) The distaff guard duty draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male safety device cuff her.

She is then led out the door, a few legal brief pace along the rubber mat, up the gradation and onto the pulley, which is large enough for three mass to bear on the top. She has a male person guard on either side of meat of her, holding her munition. The safety on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right on ear. He nods to the safety on the left. Each safety device 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 further time lag they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually press unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently make a motion her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned womanhood drops two to three infantry and is suspended. The rophy tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden reversal, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from LX seconds to fifteen arcminute or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to take in. Every Dance is slightly different, as unequalled as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major convulsion, but there is serious twitching and palpitating in the consistence and the hanging womanhood's head rolls back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck opening, and decease is by choking. After the pearl the sentence fair sex usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the burden of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rophy creaking. With the swinging of her dead body and the heave of her thorax as she tries to draw hint, her chest jiggle and saltation enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the roofy, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most string up women essay to do the"bunny hop,"trying to spring or attract themselves upward to take a little of the pressing off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward bead cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged adult female is capable to twine herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the cylinder block for a few s. In that event the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either slope of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her base off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the outset wild convulsions and kicking Dy down after a few minute, and then comes the awful stretching, as the advert woman's toes seem to stretch down and her body archway, as she seeks some form of level beneath her to comfort the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn Sir Thomas More than swing, first to the right field and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this phase, because you can assure that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond vision, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes modest, odd gasping disturbance, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flapping of the toes, quivering of the titty, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her school principal, a bright cyanosed puritanic almost like something out of a animated cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a flow of ordure and urine is released into a tile public treasury with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a fecal matter and wearing rubber-base paint gloves, he cleans the dangling consistency with an inebriant and disinfectant-soaked wash textile. At this point death is presumed to consume occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty bit after she shits. You can see the visible light go out in their eye, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked charwoman do the saltation of last, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the actual physical struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell number two and opens the eyehole, the second sentence prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the blocking, and the total process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's spell, and so Forth River until all of Fri's batch of sentence women are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoner to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still participating, or"fidgeting"as the condition goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall begin my tale.

beingness warden I am privileged with a substantive amount of power over the captive, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The fate char always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with adult female who face sure demise. So I used my military position and business leader to build up myself a hareem of temporary women. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received files on five excoriate women whom are all scheduled to dance on the snare. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out Methedrine dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some additional cash merchandising nose candy and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong young man and possibly took some expiation in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling, age obscure but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into U.S.A. by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a luxuriant former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for culture medium personalities, bent agency hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make indisputable their checkup mark off up comes back blank, I visited each of the women and inform them of the court's determination and allow them a day to process the intelligence. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a jolly daughter but as a dealer dipped into her own cache 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 country as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude statue consistence, she had expert firm breasts, not vast but very well formed. A skinny miss, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing price to her youthful consistency, but it hasn't taken it bell. She took my cock in her lip and started to sop up. She was a good cock sucker, no uncertainty she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful heart, I was after all making the day to her inevitable demise bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her cunt. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he organization must give birth 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, mucilaginous white liquidness slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her digit down to her crouch and returned her fingerbreadth with the cum back to her back talk sucking it."What a waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junky 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 bath, I wanted her to take for my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few sidereal day before her fourth dimension was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favourite in this grouping 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 phone claim between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to take place. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her consistency was a niggling plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her spine and her behind were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured charwoman, sonorous but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red shrub. She had a C-section mark above her scrunch up,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her optic down casted, she was blushing and quite unquiet which turned me on even more."facial expression 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 nakedness with her hands, her activeness only pushed her large breast up forming a enceinte cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a articulation that is barely a susurration,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of class. You will get 30 arcminute tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the helping hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her pegleg on que. I massaged her inside thighs with my hands and my tongue explored her nether realm. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her puss juice started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an recently 20s and nervous. I played with her expectant beautiful breasts for eld before letting her suck me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the accuracy of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the finally putz she will get in this world. Our love devising was slow at first, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't support back and came inside her. She didn't notification as I didn't stop fucking her, my cock was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her boob bound. She rode faster and faster when I shot a secondment load into her. It was complete extasy for me. She had a facial expression of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to wind off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye story. Her center her expression of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresighted to concern about such things. I held her feeling her white meat against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her puss and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell ready for you to talk to your son. But there's one last affair you need to do, there are succus from our conjugation down there. Clean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow up it."Her optic 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 hands covered her nethers to prevent promote escape. After going in the a kneeling placement she slowly and with enceinte disinclination licked the cum off my cock and balls. The feeling was great, her fond tongue on my cutis was something I will never draw a blank. Afterward I contacted child protective services and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the telephone set. When the clip was up she struggled to flow up the sound, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bathroom and turned on the rain shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to address 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 dick. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her ramification and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my look in to osculate her. She turned her expression not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her cheek with my hand and making her oculus meet mine I can feel her repellent slicing and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very attracted to this womanhood. Foundling her bosom as I increased my tempo of drive until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canals. No doubt she would have been pregnant that night, but we would never screw. After the cascade I sent her back to her cell. I would roll in the hay her the most of all the young woman and once a week would dress a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned pitch-black girl. She was young and very goodness looking, but her miserable choice of manful companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried versatile ways to lure her but she would throw none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hired man on her. I could only see her au naturel body during the physical examination and shower. Her caramel-colored body was long and lean and lithe, her boob were high gear and perky. Her pubic haircloth were nice and trimmed. I could only hunger after them for now, but I will take my lecherousness out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the climate.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age nameless she was Brigham Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look Whitney Moore Young Jr.. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her debut into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong leash. She didn't speak side and her world defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only go for communicated what had happened, by that time it was too recently. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervising until her untimely particular date with the slip noose. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a dependable smell at her during the doctorial interrogation, tight fitting girl with articulatio humeri length hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size of it breast that were perky and supple. She had a large dark bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a nice little round butt. I had prepared for our meeting, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the note of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual petition from me for a month. It was a blazing lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can blackguard such king to grant her life if she was willing do these matter. She looked from the report to me and simply nodded speaking in Taiwanese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to discase as I stepped out and dismissed the sentry go standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the doorway until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my pecker then pointed to her lip. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my cock while using the tip of her clapper licking it. It was a usual mistake that a girlfriend never gave a blast job before would make. That made me grin, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for respective minutes before I grabbed her promontory and force my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response and a teeth made my shaft 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 pass back towards my turncock, this time she opened her back talk and took the tip of my stopcock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a ice lolly. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least one-half way in. Getting turned on by this girls deficiency of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her leg. Looking at her chaparral I didn't want to wade through that hobo camp and just spread her pussy brim and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very youthful girl no more than than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so individual else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big business deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the vender, I know I would ingest if a girl like her fell into my lap, spare tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was beat, if you ever had pussy in high shoal you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her sylphlike breasts I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to crusade 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 eyes she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock backbreaking inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all fours. Her kitty may not had been a Virgo but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy tool slippery with cum, reaching down I started to pass around her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from rear end. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other script and guided my rooster towards her binding entree. She stiffens as the tip of my prick rammed home plate, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more likely from pain. That was a tight mother fucker I drilled, the thought of me being the lonesome putz that would ever get into this ass mess made me lust for her more than. After a legal brief but bestial ravishment of that Virgo ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would relish her body several more prison term before the end. She went on to the end thought I would justify her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a keen sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was majestic she feared decease even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front of her cheek and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good friend from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of kitty-cat, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedchamber she found the big screenland in front line of the bed playing old clipping of her reportage and the same kit 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 woman on TV."Oh you pervert, fine Army of the Righteous get this over with."Audrey rolled her centre and took off her prison house boilers suit. Her physical structure white as marble, tenacious grim hair and park oculus, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. wickedness three-sided bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed raw and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky blackness 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 tell on her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many germ and superiors did you screw for your account and promotions ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the like fourth dimension. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and scud my warhead. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as watercourse of hot cum entered her sassing. When my tool stopped pulsating she press release and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her sass and swallowed. The adjacent time she smiled her mouth was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down next to her. She was a wonderful cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my fuzz. I founded her large false breast through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fasting at her meshing, what executive director can resist her ? I slowly became intemperately again playing with her, she smiled and put down her looking glass. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her heart-to-heart blouse."flavour at that sexy graceful cleaning woman on the tv babe, did you fantasise about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful bosom ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her tidings and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and heavy as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a recollective meter after. In the month following I would fuck her at to the lowest degree twice a week and every clip she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my supporter. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly yard bird condemned to die and have no Thomas More link with the outside humankind not even with a lawyer because the clock time for appeals has long past. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the carrying out inevitably arrived. The five sentence charwoman again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash bargainer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a 1 female parent who had tried to give some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black daughter 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 engagement with the gin. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong tierce. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirties, a voluptuous former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her pass that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for metier personalities, hang means hang.

I have to hold that I was nervous and a little sad. I was queasy to see their death saltation which I found highly titillating and I was sad to see my courtesan go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a forget me drug rupture on a lady friend, or fight a little girl 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 suspension went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the kickoff two death penalty, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum telephone receiver of the month. You should give birth in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cellphone with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guards I didn't see Margie until her manus were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the banner barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde haircloth freshly washed, and those good house breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those bluish eye, at first with a pleading look, but then turned composure and emotionless. She hoped for one Sir Thomas More screwing or any intimate favor that I could celebrate her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was cypher she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a tiff ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even call on her head to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the political platform I stopped on the platform to the rightfield of her, and the guards took her implements of war. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the blockage and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the gin in front of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her capitulum and around her neck, cinching it under her veracious ear. She turned her pass to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her center and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an help from the guards she calmly stepped into outer space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her glossa came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her gabardine, tattooed dead body wrestle and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed men against the diminished of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to charm a breathing place, and that kept up for a estimable two minutes, her titmouse flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erecting. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye junkie jade"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 peephole on the second cell.

Julia had her face to the wall and the female person guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it hang when I entered the cellular phone. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuff, the female person sentry go gently brought her munition behind her back, and he snapped the blade over her wrists. Her hands were a piddling plump, but shapely, and her souse red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to front expert on the day ), and her rachis and her buttocks were powdered with freckle which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, laboured but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the end calendar month. Her fiery red George Walker Bush was gone, I made her knock off it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 60 minutes ago we had our finis seance and she will be carrying the burden I put in her kitty-cat and the load she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not parcel my ebullience, her look was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her hale body was glistening with sweat, the pungent sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes decompress a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken guardianship of, dreary Julia, I only wanted your eubstance and now its gone there's no more note 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 floor they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the woman who are last in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more early naked female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's true up : 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 tone 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 guard slipped the noose over Julia's straits and closed it under her right ear. She didn't flavor at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in bass, deep breathing time after intimation, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to fellate as a great deal air and oxygen into her body 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 agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their deal on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the imperativeness on her back, and this time she let herself act forward until she dropped. Her tits 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 point started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her cheek was a twisted rictus of painfulness. Her neck was thick and her organic structure heavily, and you could see the roofy biting into it, burning itself into her physique. 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 handcuff so she could take hold of the rope. Julia did the"scissor grip"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw off at least one gasping breath, without winner. Her all right breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. backbone and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"stairway,"bending and kicking her peg like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her pegleg, if anyone was paying close tending you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last time 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 long, slow writhe of torment, her physical structure twirling slowly on the Mexican valium. I had to fight the itch to grab a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stand easy now, just sustain an eye on your two ladies and make a note of the time when they shit. hold, there goes one now."I heard a kind of sputtering and saw that urine and a current of loose bowel social movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the sentence in my notebook."routine one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, prison term for numeral three."For the sleep of the execution I did not go cellular phone to cubicle and just observed, I made a banker's bill when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored trunk farsighted and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the slip noose before her in pure repugnance. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her tenacious curling black hair through it before fitting it nice and cubbyhole under her chin. She said goose egg until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and shake dance of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged womanhood fight for life sentence as foresighted and as operose as that black fille did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the R-2, her leg scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her breasts were doing affair most exotic terpsichorean only aspiration of. It was obvious from the way her bag heart kept looking at the auction block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could thread at to the lowest degree one more hint of life, and twice she actually managed it for a irregular or so, until the guard pushed her human foot off and set her swinging again. She danced at full-of-the-moon accelerator for almost ten full minute, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty mo 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 person, me to pull through her. When she realized that no Redeemer 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 care. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every step of the way to the political program. She tried to withstand the whole way kicking and shrieking. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and ready her. When the clock time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The shock on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the roofy bit into her cervix. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to gurgled and her rima oris foamed with spittle. She was the start I would see do what we call the"professorship ”, drawing her human knee up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang there for many second, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her saucy young breast quivered, and poured with elbow grease while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a bit at a fourth dimension before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to hold out, 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 heart. Her read/write head still rolled and drool bubbled from her sassing. I could listen her gasping for the last minute or so of her life, and then came the dribble and plop and smell of her bowel and vesica emptying out.

hold out but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cellular telephone,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and manacle except for her specs, which were riveted on the noose in strawman of her. Her perfective tense enhanced tit bounced perfectly as she walked out, her shinny smooth and that silky black hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The flop hand sentry duty took the glasses off her side and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't belly laugh or say anything, but simply jerked her foreland back and forth, trying to avoid the slip noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard, who had met this maneuver before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's tomentum and pulled her psyche back sharply. The right hand safety slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair's-breadth forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the pulley block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few line on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately ninety sec, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth for possibly a second. Then she climbed the step for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a hour, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her knocker bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a sharp Angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her natural language partly protruded but still pink. There was frenetic tearing at her cuff-confined radiocarpal joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the Lapp convulsive thumping of her bounce 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 consequence or two where she could take a breather a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full minute, and then the shakiness and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the principal and foaming from the mouthpiece. From about the one-ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a brief, weak muscle 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 pant that drew no air. Her lingua now rolled out fully and it was blue from want of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that instant she would almost certainly have been brain beat. Then she was muted until min fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a hour later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison medico stood on his faeces and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering knocker of each char, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guard duty to escort the looker out of the execution chamber and went off to the chow Granville Stanley Hall for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned charwoman would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 transactions before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the bedroom I took my sound and started to lose it pic of each of them. I like to look at them to get me charge up before I go to have intercourse another lost cleaning woman. After 15 minute of arc the morgue stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the torso to wash them and lowering them down on capstone. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a separate table in the morgue. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour luncheon before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 noblewoman. I walk from body to eubstance taking moving-picture show and foundling them.

Maggie had her optic closed with her glossa out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my hand felt her wet pussy wet with piss,"we had fun, little drug addict slut."

Julia's vacant destruction stare and gritted dentition greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent large breasts and sucked on her vertical nipples ( all the lady friend nipples were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these mamilla every night."

Mei Ling's face was distorted with awe and shock and foamed with spit. I slide 2 fingers in her kitty,"such a permissive waste of a perfect sex slave."

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

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide candid as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hands over her ebony skin feeling her knocker."Well, bitch I couldn't shag you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her peg. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holders, raising the bearer her peg became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her pussy I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, pap so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her dead staring heart looked at me giving me the smell she was making eye contact. Her physical structure joggle with each of my knife thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling snatch. Dropping her head with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one concluding fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the former fuck sessions before I lasted a long time. Her twat was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her knocker motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this endearing creature. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one utmost prison term and walked out.

The torso of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to land up paper work no later than 3 days before the instruction execution or the body would be processed by the state.

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

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

Mei Ling with no lie with 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 Lapplander Din Land fill. Her syndicate tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

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