The black Porsche convertible screeched into the car park, coming to a halt in the bay nearest the master doorway in a cloud of detritus ; the woman driving it throw out open the door and leaving it wide outdoors, ran towards the entree. She was a 32 yr old long-haired blonde, wearing a white blouse, a short gray suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her tomentum was on the loose around her shoulders.

Reaching the door of the building, she flung it surface extensive and rushed through into the wide brightly lit reception region. Pausing a second to get her heraldic bearing, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a meretricious voice.

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

The adult female behind the desk, a adult female of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a loose slub and wearing the black and whitened uniform of the section of Corrections, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"gens ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

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

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

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and fraud while in office 10 Clarence Day earlier, a capital crime, but had been released for the 10 years prescribed by law in orderliness to"put her affairs in ordination"before her executing. The return of the excoriate prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their mate, children, parents and other close relatives ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the process ), would be executed instead. When the process had been introduced 25 geezerhood earlier, few thought it would work out, but a few high-profile exemplar of whole category being put to decease had quickly ensured almost total compliance.

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

"Please, please"pleaded Kayleigh,"I did try, honestly. It's not fair to do my whole category, just because I was caught up in a traffic jam"

"Let me check ”, the DoC cleaning woman said.

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

Kayleigh waited growing more and more agitated as the min passed.

After about 5 minutes the other woman returned.

"I've spoken to the duty executioner and he says they will crap an exception if you can be ready right now. They've actually finished all the others, so you'll motivation to go straight on down to the implementation chamber and be stripped ready with your haircloth up, when you get there"

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

"right hand down to the far end"The DoC cleaning lady snapped, pointing to a large metal door set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left of the reception desk"Go !"

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

"Remember, you need to be stripped off set up, when you get there ”, the womanhood called after her.

Kayleigh raised her hired man to indicate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was undone, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and threw it to the dry land, revealing a lacy T. H. White bra. Unhitching the catch at the back of her skirt, she pushed it down over her pelvic girdle, paused slightly get let it hang down her legs, then with a slender stagger, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was following, dropping to the floor to unveil a pair of full, rounded bosom, with big nighttime pinko nipples, breasts that bounced enticingly as she ran.

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

She turned back towards the charwoman at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her panty down her leg, to discover a neatly trimmed trilateral of dark hair's-breadth at her jetty, that belied the color of the hair on her forefront, stepped out of the panties, turned around, pulled the metal door open and stepped inside.

As she watched, the charwoman heard the executioner ask Kayleigh to support her name, which she did, then instruct her to fend with her back to the paries, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of meld relief and apprehension on her look. fill-in that she had managed to save her mob from her own portion, apprehension, because of the pain and death to that was to come.

The room access remained open and the woman heard the executioner read out the rush and the verdict. There was then a import's muteness, followed by a rattling as the soldiers prepared their weapons. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut her eyes, then with a sound like distant thunder, it was all over. The woman saw a sputter of red crisscross appear across Kayleigh fully bosom and saw her drive violently backwards into the wall behind her, where she stood motionless for a mo, before her leg gave way and she slid down the wall, leaving a red spot behind her. As her backside hit the floor, she toppled onto her left side to lay half in and half out the metal door, the bloody combat injury in her breasts clearly visible.

A few mo later a untried military officer appeared in the doorway and reached down to feel Kayleigh's neck for a heartbeat. Obviously feeling something, he drew his arm and placed the muzzle against the side of her head. He looked up at the woman at the desk, mouthed the word sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's head jerked and a gouty arthritis of bloodline mixed with head matter shot out of the exit wound as the bullet slammed into the base beneath her. Her legs twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...