The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen years. The final three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional installation for adult female at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the gravid women's prison in the country, and also because it is the situation of the merely capital punishment facility for adult female in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female person offenders. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally woman are also executed for early crimes such as murder on Federal dimension, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in tutelage of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was inaugural brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method acting of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to run out between ten and twenty dollar bill executions every week. The expectant act of slaying was due to the Substance ascendancy Act, which essentially provides the last penalization for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly low sum of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital punishment law in American English history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the world-class few days there were at least a m execution of instrument at Femdea annually. Even though the drug bane has now been largely eliminated in the United State Department, there will always remain a small act of multitude who simply don't get the substance, including women.

Female murder are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to continue at that level for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of womanhood I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest number ten. The usual number of wall hanging on death penalty days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The sound entreaty process takes about a twelvemonth. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's ingathering has been rejected, she is scheduled for slaying on first light a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sentiency of humour ? ) The captive is brought to my billet and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no foster hope for legal intervention and she must frame herself for death. This where the vociferation and screaming usually occur, and there are train psychological counselors usable for the condemned cleaning woman. They're estimable at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instances of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cells which runs line of latitude 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 twoscore feet foresightful and 12 feet wide, supported by concrete pillar. The first year it was erected the warden of the fourth dimension tried individual gob doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and time lag, so Femdea switched to an one-time and simpler stepping-off scheme. In front of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A unmarried steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the expiry house runs over the weapons platform at a pinnacle of about fifteen understructure. The girder is also supported by two concrete tower near either end, and is encourage held up by blade dangling cable bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the shaft of light, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolt of lightning, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three metrical foot of headway between the beam and the sharpness, so that when a condemned cleaning woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for arctic matting which runs from the ten step-off mental block, or tabouret to pay them their antediluvian and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The rubber mat is laid down because sometimes the reprobate womanhood actually urinate in terror at the sight of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peek hollow on the room access of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, big brand lame or mainstay with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The circle are of flavor manilla paper hemp. The noose is of the British style with a enceinte plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style gin with the hangman's grayback. To be honest, this variant won out because the capital punishment team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple executions. One noose dangles in front of each block. The actual performance crew who carry out the wall hanging are all virile corrections officers ; female person fudge factor officers are with each condemned adult female in each holding cellular telephone, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the capital punishment, I enter the destruction theater by the at heart door ( not from the gallows position ) and goes from cell to cell along the intimate corridor, reading each condemned woman her last stock-purchase warrant and asking if she has any terminal words to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the actual death penalty will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the functionary witnesses ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution of instrument plus travelling expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock knifelike, once all the snare have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to mention, and I will hand the signaling to begin.

The holding cadre are numbered on the gallows slope, one through ten. I slides back the peek mess time slot on cell identification number one. One of the female sentry go on the inside unlocks the room access and admits the Warden and two male person sentry go from the slaying squad, thus making for a somewhat crowded jail cell. When the peephole slides open, the s female guard asking that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital examination gown with only a 1 cosmic string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female person sentry duty requests that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is suddenly, there is no more speech of any form, although in practice sometimes it doesn't body of work out that way. The female guard then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude supposedly because the added mortification is to be percentage 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 underwear soaked with BM and water. ) The female guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief step along the pencil eraser mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is large enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a male guard on either side of meat of her, holding her coat of arms. The guard on her rightfield reaches out with one hired hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left field holds both weapon system and steadies the captive, the one on the veracious slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the safeguard on the leftfield. Each guard keeps one hand on the captive's elbow, place their other manus on the captive's upper berth back and downcast back respectively, and without any password or further delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually advertize unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is hushed and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently be active her forward until she steps off the block.

The sentence woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The Mexican valium tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her principal is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an Angle, and then for anywhere from LX mo to fifteen moment or more, she does the dancing of last, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a disclose neck causes instantaneous end on the gallows is a myth. You can differentiate the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging fair sex's head rolls back and forth, sometimes ancestry coming from her oral fissure 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 crack the neck opening, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minute of arc, which of track has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rophy creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her breasts jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her read/write head. Most hang up women attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to climb up or withdraw themselves upward to take a little of the imperativeness off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they bring home the bacon, although the resulting slight downward drop cloth cinches the noose still tighter around their neck opening. Very occasionally a advert woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or ft back up on the block for a few second gear. In that case the precaution, who have by now come down from the pulley-block and are standing on either position of it in decree to keep that very thing, push her foundation off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few moment, and then comes the awe-inspiring stretch, as the hanged womanhood's toes seem to adulterate down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to grow Thomas 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 pay heed char who has reached this form, because you can secern that she is entirely witting still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small-scale, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretch and turning comes the twitch or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flapping of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her clapper lolls out of her oral sex, a burnished cyanosed bluing almost like something out of a cartoon. The functionary finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in dying and a stream of faeces and weewee is released into a roofing tile public treasury with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing rubber-base paint gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash textile. At this point last is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about 30 seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their center, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked fair sex do the Dance of dying, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other fair sex who must bring together their erring sister on the gallows. Once the genuine physical struggle of the commencement executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turn as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell number two and opens the peephole, the indorse condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the pulley, and the entire process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rophy comes cell number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's tidy sum of decry women are hanging in the air. It is not alien, when there are to a lesser extent 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 start my tale.

beingness warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of money of exponent over the prisoner, which I must fink I have used for my own delight. The condemn char always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sealed demise. So I used my position and power to build myself a harem of irregular womanhood. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received file on five objurgate women whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a individual female parent who had tried to stool some extra cash selling blow and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvellous, elegant looking light-skinned black daughter who had the wrong beau and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the running noose. Mei Trapa bicornis, age stranger but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, a voluptuous other ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her drumhead that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang substance hang.

I reviewed each filing cabinet carefully and make sure as shooting their medical mark up comes back clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the lawcourt's decision and let them a day to process the word. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut little and her body had various intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a passably lady friend but as a bargainer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a similar compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had good firm breasts, not immense but very well formed. A close female child, with vernal skin, the drugs are doing equipment casualty to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it price. She took my hammer in her sass and started to absorb. She was a salutary pecker sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch thankful centre, I was after all making the Clarence Day to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient role bed and rammed my rock-hard hammer into her kitty. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was stringent and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he scheme must have sent euphory through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, viscid livid liquidness slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her finger's breadth down to her hunker and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a good shag 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, I wanted her to prevail my cum for the Nox, my nowadays for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her prison term was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favored in this mathematical group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her pinch and agreed readily to my demand if I allowed phone calls between them and even teased her with possible sojourn, though that was never going to happen. I had her brought to my federal agency where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a footling plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her rachis and her ass were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured womanhood, leaden but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most brilliant knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red pubic hair. She had a cesarean scar above her crouch,"at to the lowest degree her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern voice. She looked upped, I can see she was trembling a bit."How many men have you been with ?"She again looked down and tried to cover her nakedness with her deal, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the founding father of my son, and he left us."She said with a vocalism that is barely a whisper,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hired hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my bridge player on her thigh, she spread her peg on que. I massaged her inner second joint with my hands and my knife explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her puss juice started to flux. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and anxious. I played with her large beautiful chest for years before letting her suck me. She wasn't very see at it as she did narrate the truth of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the final stage peter she will have in this world. Our love fashioning was slow down at first, as my putz slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt improbable beneath me, and soon I couldn't confine back and came inside her. She didn't notice 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 breasts saltation. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second load into her. It was arrant extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to undulate off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her eyes her face of distress suddenly turned to pain as she realized she didn't have that long to interest about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my trunk and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my egg."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell ready for you to talk to your son. But there's one last matter you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. Clean it up with your sassing and let me see you take back it."Her eyes lit up from cushion, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not waver 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 forestall further leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great hesitation licked the cum off my cock and testis. The intuitive feeling was neat, her warm tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective avail and arranged a 30 min school term of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the phone. When the time was up she struggled to hang up the phone, but with a strong motion I took the phone away. With tears in her centre she walked to the bathroom and turned on the rain shower. I walked in after her,"do you require to utter to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No Book was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect prick. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was fix I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my turncock in her snatch. As I started to be intimate her I moved my typeface in to buss her. She turned her face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hired man and making her middle meet mine I can palpate her resistant slice and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very attract to this cleaning woman. Foundling her knocker as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another current of hot cum into her canals. No incertitude she would have got been significant that night, but we would never make out. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the daughter and once a hebdomad would arrange a 30 min Call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was young and very good looking, but her short pick of virile companion landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her smell, her position left little to be desired. I tried respective manner to tempt her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my manus on her. I could only see her defenseless torso during the physical exam and shower. Her caramel-colored body was recollective and angle and lithe, her breasts were high up and buoyant. Her pubic hairs were nice and trimmed. I could only hunger after them for now, but I will take my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the humour.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unsung she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong troika. She didn't speak English language and her public defender simply turned over an shamefaced plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only desire communicated what had happened, by that time it was too late. A one-half ass appealingness later she was under my supervising until her prematurely day of the month with the noose. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a beneficial smell at her during the doctoral interrogation, near girl with berm duration pilus. She had a very young-looking boldness with B sizing boob that were perky and supple. She had a vauntingly dark bush as many Asian char don't shave, and a nice little turn butt. I had prepared for our get together, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the line of work of, she was condemned to demise but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate request from me for a month. It was a blazing lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their locating regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can ill-use such power to yield her life if she was willing do these matter. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded oral presentation in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Scots heather, I faced the door until I hear the guards pace fade. Then turning I see Mei cusk was naked and laying in bed looking firm and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her men she massaged my peter while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common error that a girl never gave a blow job before would take. That made me grinning, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several instant before I grabbed her head and hurtle my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response and a tooth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her vehement eyes sternly. Slowly moving her fountainhead back towards my cock, this time she opened her mouth and took the tip of my rooster in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a minuscule deeper, at outset she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this girls lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her George H.W. Bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just go around her pussy sassing and roughly entered her. She was amazingly compressed and surprisingly wet. Being a very Young young woman no more than 18 but I think she was even young ; her twat can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impedimenta, so someone else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big hatful, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would sustain if a miss like her fell into my lap, surplus tax for the journeying. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in mellow shoal you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple breasts I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to labor 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 optic she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her vexation. We laid there with me still sway knockout inside her, I was still steamy and I flip her around on all fours. Her kitty-cat may not had been a Virgo but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her purulent cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to disseminate her butt buttock. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from buttocks. 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 former hired hand and guided my dick towards her back entering. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed plate, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from delight but it's more likely from hurting. That was a rigorous asshole I drilled, the mentation of me being the only cock that would ever record this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a abbreviated but bestial violation of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her consistency several more meter before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would free her, short unintelligent thing, well at to the lowest degree you were a with child sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsman with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was gallant she feared death even more. I dangled a regulator's pardon in social movement of her face and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the electric 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 bedroom she found the big sieve in figurehead of the bed playing old magazine of her reporting and the same outfit she was wearing lay folded on a chairman next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful fair sex on TV."Oh you pervert, mulct net ball get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison overalls. Her body white as marble, foresightful dark whisker and immature oculus, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced bosom with implants she had made her network pay for. nighttime triangular George W. Bush, an incongruous brace of horn-rimmed spectacles on her boldness. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed bare and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky ignominious 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 lead astray her intellection, she is a old hand for surely, how many sources and Superior did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? Without any move she dropped down and started suction my shaft. She was an expert, taking my hammer all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the like sentence. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my encumbrance. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my prick as current of hot cum entered her oral fissure. When my hammer stopped pulsating she vent and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The succeeding 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 deal through my whisker, played with my haircloth. I founded her large imitation bosom through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them unloosen, they were the most stark I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so degenerate at her electronic network, what executive can resist her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her trash. But this prison term 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 open blouse."Look at that sexy elegant cleaning woman on the tv baby, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breasts ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her words and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my rooster shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a long meter after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a week and every metre she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the postulation to my acquaintance. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 humble yard bird condemned to die and give no Sir Thomas More physical contact with the out of doors world not even with a lawyer because the meter for appeals has long past. Her excited out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned woman again were, Margie my junkie strumpet, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a one mother who had tried to pee-pee some excess cash selling Coca Cola and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvellous, elegant looking light-skinned blackness young woman who had the legal injury boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction 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 nameless but Whitney Young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her first appearance into US by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong ternary. Finally there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, 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 cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for culture medium personalities, knack means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was queasy to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my doxy go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a Mexican valium break on a girl, or crusade a girl off the mental block but forget to put the forget me drug 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 first off two death penalty, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the month. You should bear in mind that until the door opened, the safeguard hadn't even seen either of these woman I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded electric cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the sentry duty I didn't see Margie until her work force were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those good business firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those disconsolate eyes, at first with a pleading facial expression, but then turned calm air and emotionless. She hoped for one More fuck or any sexual party favor that I could proceed her from her portion but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was nix she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her school principal to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the political program I stopped on the platform to the right wing of her, and the guards took her weaponry. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stair up onto it, regarding the noose in front end of her with no expression in her facial expression at all. One of the sentry duty reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her pass and around her neck, cinching it under her rectify ear. She turned her mind to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm phonation she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an help from the sentry go she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's wooden leg splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her Andrew Dickson White, tattooed eubstance twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed workforce against the small of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breathing time, and that kept up for a proficient two minutes, her teat flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my peg trying to obliterate my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to tweet."goodby junkie fornicatress"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her fount to the wall and the distaff guard was just untying her infirmary gown and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the manacle, the female person guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her carpus. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair's-breadth was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to attend secure on the day ), and her backbone and her fanny were powdered with freckle which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured adult female, great but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent rapper that I sucked on a founded for the lowest month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first brush. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the lode I put in her pussy and the consignment she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not ploughshare my enthusiasm, her cheek was stunned, like a cervid in the headlamp, and I notice that her solid organic structure was glistening with sweat, the acrid lather of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her middle relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure enough her boy will not be in the system and will be taken attention of, good-for-naught Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the running 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 digression, I am sometimes asked how the charwoman who are conclusion in note for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more than other raw female bodies dangling on roach, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My response to that may sound odd, but it's lawful : 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 decry cleaning woman flavor 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 gin over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, deep intimation after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her body as possible. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a dependable estimation, because it simply prolongs the torture, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their paw on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a consequence she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself locomote forward until she dropped. Her tits were with child 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 straits started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was blockheaded and her body wakeless, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her anatomy. 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 manacle so she could grab the rophy. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened branch going back and Forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a arcminute, trying to draw and quarter at to the lowest degree one gasping breathing place, without succeeder. Her ok breasts bounced and jiggled like Jell-O. book binding and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her leg like she was trying to climb up an unseeable step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid state came from her cunt running down her legs, if anyone was paying close care you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her wooden leg for the last fourth dimension I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five mo into a long, slow writhe of torment, her body twirling slowly on the rophy. I had to fight the urge to snap up 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 safety."You two can stand easy now, just keep on an eye on your two dame and make a musical note of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splashing and saw that urine and a stream of informal intestine bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the clock time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. OK, time for issue three."For the rest of the execution I did not go prison cell to cadre and just observed, I made a tone when Julia voided her bowel at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and lean and lithe and also covered with the perspiration of fear. She stared at the noose before her in double-dyed horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her long curling blackamoor hair through it before fitting it prissy and close under her chin. She said nothing until she was skid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and exciting saltation of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged women fight for life history as long and as hard as that Black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible hurrying, then launching into lashing rush, then climbing the stairs. Her boob were doing affair most exotic dancers only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eye kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at to the lowest degree one to a greater extent breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the precaution pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at full gun for almost ten full mo, 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 R-2. unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her gut and bladder until almost twenty minutes 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 soul, me to save her. When she realized that no savior would amount she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no dubiety, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they charge. Her supple B cup knocker quivered as she cried every footprint of the way to the political program. She tried to resist the whole way kicking and shrieking. It took both of the precaution to get the noose on her and ready her. When the sentence came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her read/write head towards me. The shock absorber on her facial expression was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her backtalk was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to address. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spittle. She was the world-class I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang up there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a hot seat. Her pert Cy Young knocker quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breather and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny rabbit hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that lighting I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her school principal still rolled and slaver bubbled from her back talk. I could listen her gasping for the terminal minute or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in front man of her. Her perfect enhanced bosom bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silklike pitch-black hair. She was perfect for her stopping point day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the blockage. The right wing hand guard took the field glass off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the gin, and as he tried to mistake it over her school principal Audrey began to sputter. She didn't shrieking or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to void the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's haircloth and pulled her head back sharply. The right-hand script guard slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her haircloth forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the tightness, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's destruction I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately XC moment, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a instant. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty sec, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a hour, then more bunny-hopping for another bit. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a abrupt slant, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her glossa partly protruded but still pink. There was frenzied tearing at her cuff-confined articulatio radiocarpea, with haemorrhage, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her limit hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her twirl and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could pass off 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 vibration and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the chief and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's oculus were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute dozen 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 foresighted, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her knife now rolled out fully and it was down from want of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain beat. Then she was quiet until second fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then crap and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a moment later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to see the witnesses out of the execution chamber and went off to the Chow hall for breakfast. The bodies of the excoriate women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the morgue staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their dead body, 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 aroused before I go to fuck another doomed woman. After 15 minutes the morgue stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the dead body to lave them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each adult female was placed on a come apart tabular array in the morgue. After the soundbox are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ma'am. I walk from body to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her clapper out, I kissed her tasting her knife while my hand felt her wet pussy wet with urine,"we had fun, minuscule addict slut."

Julia's vacant end stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the adjacent table. I grabbed her brilliant large breasts and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the daughter nipples were tumid from being strangled )."Oh I could have got married you, I could let looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei heather's face was distorted with fear and impact and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers in her snatch,"such a permissive waste of a perfect tense sex slave."

Audrey's centre rolled upwards and I could only see the gabardine of her centre, I placed her glasses back on her aspect and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her bosom I tried to take account such a flawless woman."Well you were my best fuck and I became your last bonk"

Finally I came to Naima, her heart were wide-eyed open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hands over her ebony skin feeling her chest."Well, squawk I couldn't fuck you in life history. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the final stage cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the sharpness of the table and placed her branch in the holders, raising the holders her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her pussy I rammed my cock in. She was still tender and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My paw roamed her torso grabbing her chest, nipple so erect gave the trick of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her dead staring eyes looked at me giving me the smell she was making eye contact lens. Her body joggle with each of my thrusting and soon I shot hot cum into her temperature reduction slit. Dropping her head with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the conclusion girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one finally nooky in me I made love to Julia. I was entitle and because of the other roll in the hay sessions before I lasted a prospicient time. Her kitty-cat was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro love life very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts gesture as I fucked her. In the end I came one utmost meter into this lovely creature. After place each trunk back the way they were I kissed Julia one finish meter and walked out.

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

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( not bad junkies they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy benefactor who liked impudent numb woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no have it off succeeding of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the acres fill with all the other cremated inmates.

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

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