The Warden's narrative

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

Femdea is renowned as the declamatory cleaning lady's prison in the body politic, and also because it is the site of the solely capital penalisation facility for women in the Federal organisation. The prison contains the alone gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female offenders. These implementation are almost entirely for drug discourtesy under the gist command Act of 2010, although occasionally womanhood are also executed for former crimes such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related criminal offense, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibleness of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising implementation under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was get-go brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method of Death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every calendar week. The large phone number of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the Death penalty for any sales event of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the self-will of fairly small total of drugs for any use, cut-rate sale or personal. U.S. finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital letter punishment law in American English history, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the initiatory few age there were at least a one thousand slaying at Femdea annually. Even though the drug flagellum has now been largely eliminated in the United commonwealth, there will always persist a small figure of the great unwashed who simply don't get the message, including women.

female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to stay at that level for some fourth dimension. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of cleaning lady I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the big number ten. The usual number of wall hanging on carrying into action daytime nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this identification number is manageable.

The legal collection process takes about a year. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a last row inmate's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on dawn a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironical grounds, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison executive have no good sense of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her entreaty has been denied and her prison term will be duly carried out in one month clip, that there is no further Leslie Townes Hope for legal interference and she must compose herself for end. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselor-at-law useable for the condemned cleaning lady. They're right at their caper, 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 cubicle on a long row of cell which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a degree in an auditorium, a raised program approximately forty invertebrate foot long and xii feet wide, supported by concrete tower. The first twelvemonth it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap threshold, but there were too many mechanical problems and delay, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In forepart of the platform are rows of folding chairs for spectator. A single sword beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete wall of the death house runs over the chopine at a meridian of about xv feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete column near either end, and is further held up by blade suspension overseas telegram bolted into the cap. At musical interval, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the balance beam, and the noosed roach are attached to these bolt, threaded in manually by the set-up work party on execution of instrument morning. The light beam is not exactly flush with the bound of the gallows platform. There is about three invertebrate foot of clearance between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned fair sex is suspended, she dangles in the air in nominal head of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber mat which runs from the ten step-off auction block, or tabouret to give them their ancient and correct name, to the doorway of each holding prison cell. The natural rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the excoriate women actually urinate in terror at the heap of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket W. C. Handy. ) There is a peep hole on the doorway of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, big steel squares or pillars with a set of five dance step leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The roofy are of seasoned manila hangman's halter. The noose is of the British expressive style with a heavy charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's international nautical mile. To be dependable, this version won out because the execution squad found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many running noose needed for multiple executions. One noose dangles in front of each mental block. The factual execution gang who carry out the hangings are all manly corrections officeholder ; distaff corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cadre, two per cell.

At eight XXX on the morning time of the execution, I enter the death business firm by the privileged door ( not from the gallows incline ) and goes from cell to cell along the intimate corridor, reading each condemned adult female her death stock-purchase warrant and asking if she has any last words to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the factual execution of instrument will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official witnesses ( no mass medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per murder plus locomotion expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp-worded, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to detect, and I will make the signal to begin.

The holding cell are numbered on the gallows side of meat, one through ten. I slides back the peep hole time slot on cellular telephone number one. One of the distaff guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male safety from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat herd cell. When the peephole slides exposed, the second distaff guard request that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital examen gown with only a undivided string tie at the rachis. When the execution team enters, the female person guard duty requests that the captive turn around and face the rampart. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is numb, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female guard then unties the infirmary night-robe and lets it flow to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude supposedly because the added humiliation is to be part of their penalty, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to divest them and pull off apparel and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The female guard draws the condemned charwoman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male safeguard handcuff her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the pencil eraser mat, up the dance step and onto the cube, which is large enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a male safety on either position of her, holding her branch. The guard on her right reaches out with one handwriting and secures the noose. While the precaution on the left holds both blazonry and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the snare around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right wing ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each guard keeps one script on the prisoner's cubitus, place their other manpower on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any Word of God or farther hold they"attend"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually button unless the captive is struggling. If the captive is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently strike her forward until she steps off the block.

The reprobate fair sex drops two to three foundation and is suspended. The circle tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left hand at an slant, and then for anywhere from 60 seconds to fifteen minutes or Thomas More, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly unlike, as unique as a Plectrophenax nivalis. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a reveal neck causes instant death on the gallows is a myth. You can secernate the neck is broken because there are no major paroxysm, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging cleaning woman's psyche rolls back and Forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her glossa. I have seen this go on for six or seven minute before death occurs.

Usually, however, the driblet does not break the cervix, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her trunk and the heaving of her chest as she tries to line breath, her breasts joggle and bounciness enticingly. She writhes and twist at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most fall charwoman attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or absorb themselves upwardly to take a little of the pressing off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they win, although the resulting little downward fall cinches the noose still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a advert woman is able to wriggle herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that subject the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her invertebrate foot off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the amazing stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to adulterate down and her dead body archway, as she seeks some form of floor beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to grow more than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a string up 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 humble, odd gasping dissonance, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or convulsive phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flutter of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her fountainhead, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a toon. The official stopping point is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in dying and a stream of feces and piddle is released into a roofing tile manger with drainpipe that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excreta down the drain and standing on a potty and wearing latex baseball glove, he cleans the dangling eubstance with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash cloth. At this degree expiry is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the saltation of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other cleaning woman who must link up their erring babe on the gallows. Once the actual strong-arm struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging point, I go to cell telephone number two and opens the peephole, the irregular decry prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the stop, and the entire process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her R-2 comes cell bit three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of sentence charwoman are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the physical process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantive quantity of ability over the prisoners, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The doomed cleaning woman always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sealed demise. So I used my stance and power to build myself a harem of impermanent women. I think it's best I tell you in contingent what I'm talking about. I've received file on five condemn fair sex whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth monger. Julia, aged 28, was a undivided mother who had tried to make some extra cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned smutty lady friend who had the unseasonable beau and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei heather, age unknown but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her unveiling into US by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong III. 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 head that when it came to her personal cocain riding habit, no means no and yes, even for medium personalities, hang mean hang.

I reviewed each data file carefully and make sure their medical exam curb up comes back clean, I visited each of the woman and inform them of the court's decision and allow them a day to serve the tidings. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut shortsighted and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girl but as a dealer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a similar compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her bare soundbox, she had well firm titty, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girl, with vernal skin, the drugs are doing price to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it price. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was a good cock chump, no dubiousness she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eye, I was after all making the solar day to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock music when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard rooster into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her twat received my prick easily. She was tight and wet as my putz slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must have sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much farseeing and climaxed into her waiting twat. As I pulled out, sticky white liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her scrunch up and returned her fingers with the cum back to her backtalk sucking it."What a permissive waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this addict bitch was going at it, she's going to be unfuckably ugly soon."I thought to my self as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her cellular phone without a shower, I wanted her to declare my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favourite in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a trivial boy whom she hasn't seen since her stoppage and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed phone phone call between them and even teased her with possible sojourn, though that was never going to take place. I had her brought to my billet where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a carrottop, and her back and her fanny were powdered with freckle. She turned around and I saw a full-figured adult female, intemperate but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent tit I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a abdominal delivery scar above her hunker,"at to the lowest degree her slit will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite queasy which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a bum 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 nudity with her hands, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a magnanimous 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 speak to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course. You will get 30 proceedings 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 paw on her second joint, she spread her branch on que. I massaged her inner second joint with my hands and my tongue explored her chthonic neighborhood. She moaned and put her hands on my headway as her twat succus started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her declamatory beautiful breast for eld before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual collaborator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will have in this world. Our lovemaking fashioning was ho-hum at starting time, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussycat. She felt fantastic beneath me, and soon I couldn't maintain back and came inside her. She didn't observance as I didn't stop fucking her, my pecker was still unvoiced 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 titty leaping. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second base burden into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look 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 fraught ?"as I brought her to my eye degree. Her center her look of distress suddenly turned to hurt as she realized she didn't have that foresightful to interest about such things. I held her feeling her bosom against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her puss and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cellular phone ready for you to let the cat out of the bag to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juices from our conjugation down there. Clean it up with your mouth and let me see you get down it."Her optic lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My regard did not faltering 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 prevent further leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great reluctance licked the cum off my cock and balls. The feeling was great, her tender tongue on my skin was something I will never blank out. Afterward I contacted small fry 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 speech sound. When the time was up she struggled to attend up the phone, but with a solid motion I took the headphone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the lavatory and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you need to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the cascade with her. No Word of God was spoken and I guided her hands to my one-half set up cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was set I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her kitty-cat. As I started to have sex her I moved my nerve in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistive disappearance and she closed her eye as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very attracted to this woman. Foundling her white meat as I increased my tempo of jabbing until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canals. No doubtfulness she would stimulate been significant that Nox, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her jail cell. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call option for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned black girl. She was young and very good looking, but her poor choice of male companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her spirit, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried assorted fashion to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my bridge player on her. I could only see her naked soundbox during the physical examination and exhibitioner. Her caramel-colored body was long and tip and lithe, her breasts were high up and buoyant. Her pubic hair were skillful and trimmed. I could only starve after them for now, but I will ingest my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei heather, age unidentified she was Brigham Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asian look Lester Willis Young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entranceway into USA by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong trinity. She didn't speak English and her world defender simply turned over an shamefaced plea. Only later did the department of jurist bring in a translating program and I can only desire communicated what had happened, by that time it was too late. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her untimely particular date with the snare. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral interrogation, close girl with shoulder joint duration haircloth. She had a very young-looking case with B size of it boob that were perky and supple. She had a vauntingly dark bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a skillful footling round butt. I had prepared for our meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a content which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate request from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's uncomplicated understanding that I can pervert such world power to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the newspaper publisher to me and simply nodded speaking in Taiwanese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the safety device standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Molva molva, I faced the door until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei ling ko was naked and laying in bed looking sloshed and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my bloomers and underware, following to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hired hand she massaged my cock while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a vulgar fault that a lady friend never gave a reversal job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several minute of arc before I grabbed her header and thrusted my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reaction and a tooth made my dick uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her pull oculus sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this metre she opened her back talk and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a short deeper, at low she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this girlfriend want of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her President George W. Bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her pussy lip and roughly entered her. She was amazingly smashed and surprisingly wet. Being a very vernal girl no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstacle, so soul else had already destroyed her virginal membrane. No big trade, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would have if a fille like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journeying. She did not closed her eye as I thrusted into her, the feeling was awesome, if you ever had pussy in high-pitched school you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her svelte tit I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to press 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 shake hard inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all quatern. Her slit may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to sour around and I grabbed her neck from rump. 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 handwriting and guided my cock towards her back entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my turncock rammed family, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from joy but it's more likely from pain sensation. That was a tight motherfucker I drilled, the intellection of me being the only if putz that would ever enter this ass hole made me lecherousness for her more. After a legal brief but brute rape of that Virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several more clock time before the end. She went on to the end thought I would free her, poor pudden-head thing, well at least you were a great 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 pardon in front of her face and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my in force friend from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old clips of her reporting and the Lapp outfit she was wearing lay folded on a president 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, alright Lashkar-e-Toiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her eye and took off her prison boilersuit. Her body clean as marble, recollective mordant haircloth and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. night triangular shrub, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and annulus with on bra or pantie. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her sleek inkiness tomentum 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 for sure, how many germ and superscript did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started sucking my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling noise and moaning at the same time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and sprout my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as flow of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she exit and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her regard off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The following prison term she smiled her mouth was abandon. She walked to the bed and poured her self 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, played with my hair. I founded her enceinte fake breasts 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 fast at her network, what executive director can resist her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her ice. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a cleaning woman her age, I fucked her slowly at commencement. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her bosom together with her open blouse."spirit at that sexy elegant charwoman on the tv baby, did you fantasise about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breast ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her run-in and eye liaison made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and unvoiced as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting puss. I held her for a yearn time after. In the month following I would fuck her at to the lowest degree twice a workweek and every time she asked about her amnesty I told I've already sent the postulation to my friend. 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 convict condemned to die and sustain no more than contact with the outside universe not even with a lawyer because the prison term for prayer has long past. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the carrying into action inevitably arrived. The five condemned cleaning woman again were, Margie my drug addict loose woman, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a unmarried mother who had tried to build some extra cash selling Coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the cunt, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong fellow and possibly took some expiation in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the week before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age alien but Lester Willis Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong common chord. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a sonsy other ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack means hang.

I have to accept that I was anxious and a little sad. I was nervous to see their last dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the safety device would do something foolish like have a rope break on a girl, or push a young lady off the stop 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 guards for the maiden two instruction execution, Margie my piddling junkie slut and Julia my preferent cum receiver of the month. You should bear in mind that until the door opened, the guard hadn't even seen either of these cleaning lady I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cubicle with six mass in it, and so since I entered the cell after the sentry duty I didn't see Margie until her hired hand were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the monetary standard barbed telegram around the bicep. Her brusque blond hair freshly washed, and those estimable firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue eyes, at beginning with a pleading look, but then turned calm air and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any sexual party favour that I could keep her from her circumstances but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was nothing she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female person guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even rick her nous to seem at me. I followed behind the safeguard and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right field of her, and the safeguard took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the slip noose in forepart of her with no reflexion in her human face at all. One of the guard reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her aright ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her eye and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a equanimity vox she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into blank, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's wooden leg splayed a bit as she began to sound off, and I noticed her clapper came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white-hot, tattooed organic structure twist around and twirled at the end of the R-2, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed men against the small of her dorsum, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a ripe two minutes, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to obscure my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to pinch."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her nerve to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it come when I entered the cell. I watched the precaution do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuff, the female guard gently brought her weapons system behind her back, and he snapped the sword over her radiocarpal joint. Her hands were a small plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair's-breadth was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to attend adept on the day ), and her rachis and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so a lot. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent rapper that I sucked on a founded for the live month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 minute ago we had our last sitting and she will be carrying the shipment I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my ebullience, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her whole consistency was glistening with sweat, the caustic sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes loosen up a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making for certain her boy will not be in the organization and will be taken guardianship of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your body 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 level they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the cleaning lady who are last in melody for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female bodies dangling on Mexican valium, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may vocalize 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 fourth dimension I have seen a condemned woman look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their middle turn back to their own noose. )

The precaution slipped the running noose over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't flavour at me, but instead closed her oculus and started drawing in deep, deep breath after intimation, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to take in as much air and oxygen into her physical structure as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a good musical theme, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost natural when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The safety put their hands on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to get down struggling, but the safety resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself proceed forward until she dropped. Her mammilla were large enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the rope snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her side was a twisted rictus of botheration. Her cervix was thick and her consistence heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her chassis. 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 cuff so she could seize the rope. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like scissor hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute of arc, trying to depict at least one gasping breath, without success. Her amercement breasts bounced and jiggled like Jell-O. Back and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"stairway,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to mount an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a dribble of liquid came from her pussy running down her legs, if anyone was paying fill up attention you can see some it was a short thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the finish time I was rock knockout, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew watery and fallible before settling down after maybe five moment into a foresightful, slow writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the forget me drug. I had to agitate the itch to grab a feeling of her breast then and there, but I had to abide professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stick out loose now, just keep an eye on your two Lady and make a note of the time when they shit. postponement, there goes one now."I heard a sort of sputter and saw that pee and a stream of loose bowel cause were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook."act one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okeh, time for figure three."For the eternal rest of the carrying into action I did not go cubicle to cellphone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and thin and lithe and also covered with the effort of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure horror. The sentry duty flipped it expertly over her head and drew her retentive curling Black person whisker through it before fitting it squeamish and snug under her chin. She said nada until she was skid into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and charge up Dances of end I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged char fight for life as long and as hard as that black little girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her breasts were doing affair most exotic dancers only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her bulging centre kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could sop up at to the lowest degree one Thomas More breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at full gas pedal for almost ten full minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a picayune air into her anguished 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 intestine and bladder until almost XX minute 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 savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no incertitude, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup bosom quivered as she cried every step of the way to the political program. She tried to baulk the entirely way kicking and screaming. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and gear up her. When the metre came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her foreland towards me. The shock on her brass was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her oral fissure was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her neck opening. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spittle. She was the first I would see do what we call the"professorship ”, drawing her stifle up almost parallel with her waist and letting them cling there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her irreverent Young breasts quivered, and poured with sudor while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a prison term before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to shoemaker's last, her eye became less focused and her knife slid out of her mouth and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could learn her gasping for the last minute or so of her life history, and then came the trickle and plop and aroma of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cellular phone,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in straw man of her. Her perfect enhanced boob bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silky calamitous hair. She was hone for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the cylinder block. The right hand guard took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to slide it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to obviate the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand sentry go, who had met this manoeuvre before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's haircloth and pulled her head back sharply. The right hand guard slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the snare so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's Death I actually made a few tone on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked entire force for approximately XC endorsement, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth for possibly a moment. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her bosom bounced and wobbled and her breast heaved. Her head was at a discriminating slant, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frenetic watering at her cuff-confined wrist joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the Saami convulsive thud of her edge hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth second her torture and turning seems to consume gotten her a legal brief moment or two where she could breathe a footling. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In instant seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full moment, and then the vibration and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the school principal and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth arcminute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still witting and followed us as we moved on the political platform. In minute 12 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 series of foresightful, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her natural language now rolled out fully and it was naughty from lack of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brainiac dead. Then she was quiet until hour XV when she gurgled and jerked and then betray and pie-eyed. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison Dr. stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each cleaning lady, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the precaution to escort the witnesser out of the execution bedchamber and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The consistency of the condemned woman would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 mo before the mortuary stave 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 snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to hump another condemn woman. After 15 minutes the mortuary faculty arrived, I supervised them spraying the dead body to launder them and lowering them down on copestone. Then the organic structure are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a separate mesa in the dead room. After the soundbox are placed I allow the morgue stave a 2 hour tiffin before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from body to torso taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her center closed with her lingua out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my manus felt her wet pussy wet with urine,"we had fun, piddling junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next board. I grabbed her splendid large tit and sucked on her erect nipple ( all the lady friend nipples were upright from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could accept looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei Trapa bicornis's face was distorted with fear and blow and foamed with spit. I slide 2 finger's breadth in her pussy,"such a dissipation of a perfect sex slave."

Audrey's middle rolled upwards and I could only see the T. H. White of her middle, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to value such a flawless woman."Well you were my best fuck and I became your last do it"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide-cut open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hand over her ebony tegument feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't ass you in liveliness. 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 board and grabbed her leg. I pulled her to the sharpness of the tabular array and placed her ramification in the holders, raising the holder her wooden leg became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her pussy I rammed my stopcock in. She was still tender and grimness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her eubstance grabbing her breasts, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her caput so her dead perfect middle looked at me giving me the intuitive feeling she was making eye contact. Her body jiggled with each of my poking and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her heading with a thumping, I slapped her twice across her dead aspect. With the last miss conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each fille until I was horny again. With only one last fuck in me I made erotic love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other fuck sitting before I lasted a long time. Her pussy was already lubbed from her pee and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very quiet. I took out my phone and filmed her white meat movement as I fucked her. In the end I came one end time into this lovely brute. After post each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one live time and walked out.

The bodies of the captive were processed according to communications protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish paper work no later than 3 days before the carrying into action or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's future of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a loaded benefactor who liked tonic dead char. 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 acres fill. Her category tried to sue the state of matter but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's dead body was auctioned at a exclusive club 5 hours after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ashes were spread over California where she was born .