The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen yr. The lastly three eld of my employ have been the Warden at the United nation Correctional Facility for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the solely capital penalty facility for women in the Federal scheme. The prison house contains the just gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female offenders. These instruction execution are almost entirely for drug umbrage under the substance dominance Act of 2010, although occasionally charwoman are also executed for other criminal offense such as slaying on Federal property, terrorist-related law-breaking, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the province of Warden and in electric charge of organizing and supervising performance under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was firstly brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was short, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and 20 slaying every week. The large issue of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the Death penalty for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly small amount of money of drugs for any use, sales event or personal. America finally decided to get sober about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital punishment law in American account, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few geezerhood there were at to the lowest degree a K executing at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United commonwealth, there will always remain a belittled number of people who simply don't get the substance, including women.

female implementation are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to persist at that stratum for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the with child issue ten. The usual figure of hangings on execution days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeals unconscious process takes about a year. amnesty and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a death row yard bird's prayer has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on break of the day a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the fourth part of July, or for some ironic cause, valentine's Day. ( Who says prison house executive have no sentience of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my power and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further promise for legal intervention and she must compose herself for destruction. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselor-at-law uncommitted for the sentence woman. They're good at their jobs, and this is why we have so few case of womanhood struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a retentive row of cells which runs line of latitude with the gallows platform.

I need to line the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately forty understructure foresighted and twelve feet wide, supported by concrete column. The beginning year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual snare door, but there were too many mechanically skillful problems and wait, so Femdea switched to an honest-to-god and simpler stepping-off system. In social movement of the platform are dustup of folding death chair for attestant. A I steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the political program at a height of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete mainstay near either end, and is further held up by sword break cables bolted into the cap. At time interval, heavy-duty sword U-bolts are bolted into the butt of the beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the sharpness of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of headway between the beam and the bound, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front line of the platform.

The storey of the weapons platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for gum elastic matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The condom matting is laid down because sometimes the decry adult female actually urinate in terror at the mickle of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peek maw on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocking are just that, large blade squares or pillar with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of seasoned manila hangman's rope. The noose is of the British mode with a grievous charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's international nautical mile. To be honest, this version won out because the executing team found it too much worry and too time-consuming to tie the many noose needed for multiple writ of execution. One noose dangles in front of each block. The actual instruction execution crew who carry out the hanging are all male corrections officer ; distaff rectification officers are with each condemned womanhood in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the execution, I enter the last house by the inside door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inside corridor, reading each sentence fair sex her death warrant and asking if she has any hold up password to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the genuine execution of instrument will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the functionary witnesses ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travelling expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock incisive, once all the running noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will kick in the signal to begin.

The holding jail cell are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the cheep hole time slot on cell phone number one. One of the female guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guard from the execution squad, thus making for a somewhat push cell. When the peephole slides overt, the second female person guard petition that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital exam gown with only a unity strand tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female guard requests that the captive turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is short, there is no more speech of any kind, although in pattern sometimes it doesn't oeuvre out that way. The female guard then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the story. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the summate abasement is to be portion of their penalty, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary squad wouldn't have to discase them and displume off dresses and underclothing soaked with ordure and urine. ) The female guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guard handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is turgid enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a male sentry duty on either incline of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right hand reaches out with one hand and secures the gin. While the safeguard on the left holds both blazonry and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her cervix and cinches it under her jaw just below the rightfield ear. He nods to the guard on the left hand. Each safeguard keeps one hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their other hands on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any word or advance delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the closure. They don't actually thrust unless the captive is struggling. If the captive is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The excoriate cleaning lady 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 snow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from lx seconds to fifteen minutes or more, she does the dancing of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every dance is slightly different, as singular as a snowbird. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no John Major paroxysm, but there is serious twitching and palpitating in the physical structure and the hanging cleaning woman's school principal whorl back and Forth River, sometimes origin coming from her back talk as she bites her glossa. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before end occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not recrudesce the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop-off the condemned adult female usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of line has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the roach creaking. With the vacillation of her consistence and the heave of her chest as she tries to take out breath, her chest jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the Mexican valium, bobbing and gasping, eye goggling in her brain. Most hanged women try to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or draw themselves upward to ask a little of the atmospheric pressure off the gin and perhaps cast a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting rebuff downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hang cleaning lady is capable to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the blockage for a few secondment. In that suit the guard, who have by now come down from the cylinder block and are standing on either side of it in Holy Order to prevent that very thing, push her infantry off and set her lilting again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the outset tempestuous upheaval and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the frightfully stretching, as the fall char's toes seem to elongate down and her body arches, as she seeks some variety of level beneath her to ease the suffering of the R-2. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn to a greater extent than swing, first to the right and then to the left field. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to depend into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this stage, because you can state 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, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic stage, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flapping of the toes, quivering of the breast, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her chief, a bright cyanosed sorry almost like something out of a animated cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when intestine and bladder relax in Death and a flow of feces and piddle is released into a tile trough with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard duty with a hosiery quickly washes the excreta down the drainage and standing on a stool and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an intoxicant and disinfectant-soaked laundry material. At this point death is presumed to consume occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the lightness go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a defenseless woman do the dancing of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other womanhood who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the existent forcible struggle of the showtime executed cleaning lady has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell issue two and opens the peephole, the moment reprobate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the weapons platform and up onto the occlusion, and the total cognitive operation is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell routine three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned char are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five captive to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the terminal figure goes. Now that I have explained the physical process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial sum of index over the prisoner, which I must concede I have used for my own pleasure. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sure death. So I used my position and power to progress myself a seraglio of impermanent women. I think it's best I tell you in item what I'm talking about. I've received file on five objurgate women whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out glass dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a one mother who had tried to build some extra immediate payment merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned black daughter who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own date with the slip noose. Mei burbot, age unknown but Thomas Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entryway into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a well-endowed 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 habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and reach for certain their medical checkup check up comes back clear, I visited each of the adult female and inform them of the motor hotel's determination and countenance them a day to process the news. Then I start my bit. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut suddenly and her eubstance had various intricate biker tattoos, including the touchstone barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girlfriend but as a dealer dipped into her own cache and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a exchangeable compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her boilersuit fell I saw her nude consistence, she had commodity business firm breasts, not vast but very well formed. A boney girl, with vernal tegument, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful soundbox, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to blow. She was a unspoilt cock sucker, no dubiety she done this before. She looked upped at me witch thankful centre, I was after all making the twenty-four hours to her inevitable demise bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient role bed and rammed my rock-hard shaft into her kitty. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my peter easily. She was tight and wet as my stopcock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he organisation must induce sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her house breasts, I couldn't hold much yearner and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, steamy white liquid slowly dripped out of her slit. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her fingerbreadth with the cum back to her sassing sucking it."What a waste product of a thoroughly shtup 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 electric cell without a rain shower, I wanted her to hold my cum for the Nox, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few years before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this chemical group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her hitch and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed phone calls between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to happen. I had her brought to my billet where I have a bed room with a king-sized bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her backrest and her buttocks were powdered with freckle. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy 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 C-section scar above her crouch,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her centre down casted, she was blushing and quite anxious which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a hind end 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 bareness with her manus, her legal action only pushed her heavy breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the Father-God of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice 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 form. You will get 30 arcminute 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 deal on her thighs, she spread her wooden leg on que. I massaged her interior thigh with my custody and my tongue explored her chthonian region. She moaned and put her hands on my headway as her pussy succus started to flux. I had to get her into the temper as she was an late 20s and skittish. I played with her large beautiful breasts for ages before letting her suction me. She wasn't very have at it as she did differentiate the truth of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the lastly cock she will have in this world. Our love making was tardily at maiden, as my rooster slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't have got back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't closure fucking her, my cock was still laborious 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 breast bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a 2d load into her. It was utter extasy for me. She had a aspect of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to roam off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye degree. Her centre her look of distress suddenly turned to hurt as she realized she didn't have that farseeing to worry about such things. I held her feeling her knocker against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussycat and on to my balls."You were marvellous Julia, I have the mobile phone ready for you to speak to your son. But there's one last-place affair you need to do, there are juices from our sum down there. Clean it up with your sass and let me see you swallow it."Her eyes lit up from daze, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hands covered her nethers to foreclose further leakage. After going in the a kneel stance she slowly and with not bad reluctance licked the cum off my cock and balls. The tactual sensation was great, her lovesome tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective serve and arranged a 30 min seance 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 earphone, but with a unshakable gesture I took the phone away. With binge in her oculus she walked to the john and turned on the rain shower. I walked in after her,"do you desire to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her ramification and rammed my turncock in her snatch. As I started to know her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to snog me. Grabbing her grimace with my paw and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her optic as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very pull in to this woman. Foundling her breasts as I increased my tempo of drive until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her duct. No doubt she would have been fraught that nighttime, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the female child and once a week would arrange a 30 min call option for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was young and very respectable looking, but her miserable choice of manful fellow traveller landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looks, her attitude left fiddling to be desired. I tried various manner to tempt her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hands on her. I could only see her naked body during the physical exams and shower. Her caramel-colored dead body was retentive and lean and lithe, her breasts were high and perky. Her pubic pilus were overnice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will accept my lustfulness out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei eelpout, age strange she was vernal 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 incoming into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong tierce. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the section of justice bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too recently. A half ass ingathering later she was under my supervision until her premature escort with the noose. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a proficient look at her during the doctoral examination, skinny girl with shoulder joint distance haircloth. She had a very young-looking cheek with B sizing breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large dark Vannevar Bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a squeamish minuscule round butt. I had prepared for our merging, using google translate I roughly printed out a subject matter which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to decease but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual petition from me for a month. It was a clamant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can clapperclaw such power to yield her animation if she was willing do these things. She looked from the theme to me and simply nodded speech production in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to unclothe as I stepped out and dismissed the guard duty standing outside for 60 bit. He locked me inside with Mei eelpout, I faced the threshold until I hear the safety device footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei cusk was naked and laying in bed looking besotted and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, succeeding to the bed I pointed to my rooster then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my rooster while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a commons mistake that a young lady never gave a blow job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for various minutes before I grabbed her oral sex and squeeze my cock into her mouthpiece. She gagged in response and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her pilus and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this metre she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first 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 branch. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that hobo camp and just circulate her pussy lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly taut and surprisingly wet. Being a very unseasoned young lady no more than 18 but I think she was even untried ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high school you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lithe chest I shot hot tons into her. As I grunted savagely like an carnal she began to push 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 pharynx and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do cipher and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the to the lowest degree of her worries. We laid there with me still sway hard inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all fours. Her twat may not had been a Virgo the Virgin but that ass cakehole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy prick slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her seat impudence. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying matter that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my former helping hand and guided my cock towards her rear entryway. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasance but it's more likely from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the only cock that would ever recruit this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a abbreviated but brutish colza of that Virgo ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her torso several Sir Thomas More time before the end. She went on to the end mentation I would free her, wretched stupid matter, well at least you were a bang-up sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsman with a cocaine riding habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was majestic she feared death even more. I dangled a regulator's free pardon in front of her side and she readily accepted any term I set. While it is public noesis that the current governor is my good friend from college I would not call in a favor for a part of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in strawman of the bed playing old clips of her reportage and the same outfit she was wearing lay folded on a hot seat next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful cleaning woman on TV."Oh you pervert, o.k. net ball get this over with."Audrey rolled her eye and took off her prison house overalls. Her body white as marble, long black whisker and putting green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. night triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and wench with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silklike black 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 wander her opinion, she is a veteran for sure, how many rootage and superior did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? Without any motivate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling interference and moaning at the Sami time. She looked up at me with her sultry centre through her spectacles and I just couldn't take it and guessing my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as current of hot cum entered her mouthpiece. When my hammer stopped pulsating she release and opened her back talk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her backtalk and swallowed. The following time she smiled her mouth was hollow. She walked to the bed and poured her ego 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 mitt through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her large 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 can resist her ? I slowly became backbreaking again playing with her, she smiled and put down her shabu. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a adult female her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her boob together with her open blouse."Look at that sexy graceful 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 Good Book and eye inter-group communication made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting cunt. I held her for a prospicient time after. In the calendar month following I would have a go at it her at least twice a hebdomad and every time she asked about her free pardon I told I've already sent the request 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 meshwork or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a subaltern convict condemned to die and have no to a greater extent striking with the away reality not even with a attorney because the clock time for appeals has long past. Her excited out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution of instrument inevitably arrived. The five condemn women again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out methamphetamine dealer. Julia my kept woman of the month, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to make some extra cash marketing coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvellous, refined looking light-skinned melanize girl who had the wrongfulness swain 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 Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her ingress into United States by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong trey. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous erstwhile ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her caput that when it came to her personal cocaine drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang way hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a petty sad. I was uneasy to see their Death dance which I found highly titillating 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 guard duty would do something foolish like have a circle break on a girl, or advertize a lady friend off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the suspension went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the first two executions, Margie my picayune nut slut and Julia my front-runner cum receiver of the calendar month. You should suffer in head that until the threshold opened, the sentry duty hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cadre with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guards I didn't see Margie until her manpower 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 abruptly blond whisker freshly washed, and those good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those grim center, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one to a greater extent ass or any sexual favour that I could retain her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was goose egg she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her top dog to look at me. I followed behind the sentry duty and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the chopine to the right of her, and the precaution took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the gin in nominal head of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the safety device reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her fountainhead and around her neck, cinching it under her right hand ear. She turned her headland to look at me briefly saying so long with her oculus and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a quiet vox she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assistance from the precaution she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick back, and I noticed her natural language came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white-hot, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small-scale of her back, twisting them until her wrist joint bled. After a min or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch up with a breath, and that kept up for a good two bit, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to pinch."good-bye addict slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do identification number two."Turning I led the sentry go back to the cell doors and opened the eyehole on the instant cell.

Julia had her fount to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital nightdress and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the guard duty do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrist. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so a good deal. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, toilsome but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knocker that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first skirmish. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 time of day ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the payload I put in her kitty-cat and the load she swallowed to timeless existence. But she did not share my ebullience, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her whole eubstance was glistening with sweat, the acrid effort of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making trusted her boy will not be in the system and will be taken guardianship of, sorry 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 slip noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still active, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never palpate again. ( As an parenthesis, I am sometimes asked how the women who are finish in pedigree for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more than former au naturel distaff bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own slip noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a objurgate woman look 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 snare over Julia's head and closed it under her good ear. She didn't flavour at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in cryptic, bass breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to take up as much air and O into her organic structure as possible. I've noticed that a lot of woman on the gallows do this. It's not a upright idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their hired hand on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to commence struggling, but the guard resumed the imperativeness on her back, and this clip she let herself make a motion forward until she dropped. Her pap were boastfully 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 lingua had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twine rictus of pain. Her neck was loggerheaded and her soundbox heavy, and you could see the rophy biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her legs kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could grab the R-2. Julia did the"scissor hold"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like pair of scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping breather, without achiever. Her fine titty bounced and jiggled like jello. 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 go up an unseeable stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a dribble of liquidity came from her slit running down her legs, if anyone was paying conclusion attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her stage for the end prison term I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and unaccented before settling down after maybe five minutes into a long, slow writhe of suffering, her trunk twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to snap up a tactile property of her chest then and there, but I had to delay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safety."You two can abide easy now, just keep an eye on your two ladies and progress to a bank note of the sentence when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a variety of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of loose gut movement were running down Margie's branch. I jotted down the fourth dimension in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. OK, sentence for number three."For the repose of the execution I did not go jail cell to cell and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her gut at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and whomp and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored soundbox farseeing and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure horror. The safety device flipped it expertly over her head and drew her retentive curling fatal pilus through it before fitting it nice and cubby under her Kuki-Chin. She said naught until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most overweening and sex terpsichore of death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few flow cleaning woman fight for life as long and as intemperately as that blackened daughter did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the roach, her legs scissoring at unbelievable amphetamine, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her bosom were doing things most exotic dancers only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her pouch eyes kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw in at least one More breather of lifespan, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard duty pushed her ft off and set her vacillation again. She danced at full moon gun for almost ten replete minute of arc, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a short air into her excruciate lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rophy. Unconscious, but not stagnant. Naima didn't actually empty her bowel and bladder until almost twenty dollar bill minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Molva molva 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 in she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no dubiety, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they caution. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the whole way kicking and shriek. It took both of the guard to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her forefront towards me. The impact on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the safety device pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her neck opening. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to verbalize. She began to gurgled and her backtalk foamed with saliva. She was the first gear I would see do what we call the"chairwoman ”, drawing her knee joint up almost parallel with her waist and letting them pay heed there for many endorsement, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert young breasts quivered, and poured with effort while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her oral fissure and I saw that luminosity I mentioned slowly go out in her middle. Her forefront still rolled and salivate bubbled from her lip. I could hear her gasping for the final stage moment or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

Last but not to the lowest degree there was Audrey. I heard her say from the electric cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out bare and cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in front of her. Her perfect enhanced knocker bounced perfectly as she walked out, her peel smooth and that silky disastrous hair. She was stark for her hold out day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the pulley. The right field hand guard took the chicken feed off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to slew 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 ward off the noose falling down around her neck. The left guard, who had met this maneuver before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's tomentum and pulled her straits back sharply. The good deal guard slipped the snare around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the slip noose so it wouldn't interfere with the bottleneck, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's consistency forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's demise I actually made a few note of hand on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately 90 mo, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a hour. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty second base, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a moment, then more bunny-hopping for another bit. Her chest bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her psyche was at a sharp-worded Angle, her middle goggling but still witting and perceiving, and her glossa partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrist, with bleeding, and I noticed the Saami convulsive thud of her saltation hands into the belittled of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the 6th minute her twirl and turning seems to take gotten her a legal brief instant or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In bit seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the replete minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eye were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the weapons platform. In minute twelve there was a abbreviated, infirm spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial publication of yearn, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her clapper now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain suddenly. Then she was quietly until minute fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and steamed. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering chest of each adult female, and pronounced them all short. I ordered the guards to escort the attestator out of the execution chamber and went off to the chow anteroom for breakfast. The bodies of the condemn women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their torso, with everyone out of the chamber I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to face at them to get me wind up before I go to make out another doomed cleaning woman. After 15 minutes the morgue stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the consistence to dampen them and lowering them down on capstone. Then the physical structure are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a separate tabular array in the morgue. After the consistency are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 60 minutes lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 madam. I walk from body to eubstance taking characterisation and foundling them.

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

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

Mei cusk's grimace was distorted with fear and stupor and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a waste matter of a perfect sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the E. B. White of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breast I tried to appreciate such a unflawed woman."well you were my best fuck and I became your last fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eye were wide subject as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hand over her coal black hide feeling her titty."Well, bitch I couldn't screwing you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the cobbler's last putz you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her ramification. I pulled her to the sharpness of the table and placed her legs in the holders, raising the holders her ramification became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her snatch I rammed my stopcock in. She was still strong and rigourousness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless physical structure. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, tit so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her numb star eyes looked at me giving me the notion she was making eye contact. Her consistency wiggle with each of my push and soon I shot hot cum into her chilling kitty. Dropping her straits with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead facial expression. With the finis girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was aristocratical and because of the other fuck school term before I lasted a long time. Her pussy was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very fluent. I took out my phone and filmed her breast motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one finish clip into this lovely creature. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one last-place metre and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoner were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to complete paper work no later than 3 days before the writ of execution or the eubstance would be processed by the state.

Maggie's side by side of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a moneyed benefactor who liked unfermented all in cleaning woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no known following of kin was cremated at the prison house and she ended up in the state 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 but since there was not grounds of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's physical structure was auctioned at a scoop club 5 minute after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ashes were spread over CA where she was born .