The black Porsche convertible screeched into the car park, coming to a arrest in the bay nearest the main doors in a cloud of detritus ; the woman driving it throw out open the door and leaving it wide open, ran towards the entree. She was a 32 year old long-haired blonde, wearing a egg white blouse, a short grayness suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her hair's-breadth was loosen around her shoulders.

Reaching the door of the construction, she flung it open wide and rushed through into the all-embracing brightly lit reception domain. Pausing a arcsecond to get her posture, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a loud voice.

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

The woman behind the desk, a woman of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a loose knot and wearing the inglorious and white uniform of the Department of discipline, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"Name ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are latterly,"the department of chastisement womanhood said"I was just about to issue the warrants for your family"

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

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and faker while in office 10 mean solar day earlier, a capital criminal offence, but had been released for the 10 days prescribed by law in order to"put her liaison in parliamentary procedure"before her implementation. The issue of the excoriate prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their cooperator, children, parents and other close up relatives ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the process ), would be executed instead. When the operation had been introduced 25 years earlier, few thought it would cultivate, but a few high-profile object lesson of whole sept being put to demise had quickly ensured almost add compliance.

"Hmmmm, I don't know,"the DoC fair sex said, you are very late and to the highest degree of the others for today have already been…mmmm…processed"

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

"Let me check ”, the DoC woman said.

She got up from behind the estimator and went out through a threshold behind her. The door shut with a gaudy thunk !

Kayleigh waited growing More and more rouse as the minutes passed.

After about 5 second the other woman returned.

"I've spoken to the responsibility executioner and he says they will make an elision if you can be fix right now. They've actually finished all the others, so you'll demand to go straight on down to the execution chamber and be stripped set up with your hairsbreadth up, when you get there"

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

"Right down to the far end"The DoC fair sex snapped, pointing to a prominent metallic element door set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left of the reception desk"Go !"

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

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

Kayleigh raised her hand to indicate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was done for, she pulled her weapons system out of the arm and threw it to the ground, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the snap at the backrest of her skirt, she pushed it down over her hips, paused slightly get let it fall down her legs, then with a tenuous stumble, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was side by side, dropping to the floor to reveal a duet of full, round out breast, with prominent dark garden pink nipples, breasts that bounced enticingly as she ran.

Almost at the door now, she paused ; kicked her sandals off and reaching behind her, gripped her fuzz in her left hand and reached across with her right, to twist it up into a loosely knotted pony fag end. It wouldn't win any awarding for style, but it would do what was needed !

She turned back towards the woman at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her panties down her ramification, to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair at her seawall, that belied the color of the fuzz on her point, stepped out of the panties, turned around, pulled the metal threshold assailable and stepped inside.

As she watched, the woman heard the executioner ask Kayleigh to confirm her name, which she did, then instruct her to bear with her back to the wall, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of mixed relief and taking into custody on her boldness. assuagement that she had managed to save her family from her own fate, arrest, because of the painful sensation and death to that was to come.

The door remained open and the woman heard the executioner read out the accusation and the verdict. There was then a mo's silence, followed by a rattle as the soldiers prepared their weapon. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut her eyes, then with a audio like distant thunder, it was all over. The charwoman saw a splatter of red scratch appear across Kayleigh full breasts and saw her pushed violently backwards into the paries behind her, where she stood motionless for a consequence, before her wooden leg gave way and she slid down the wall, leaving a red smear behind her. As her bottom hit the floor, she toppled onto her left English to lay half in and one-half out the alloy threshold, the bloody injury in her knocker clearly visible.

A few seconds later a Whitney Moore Young Jr. officer appeared in the doorway and reached down to feel Kayleigh's neck for a pulse. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon system and placed the muzzle against the face of her head. He looked up at the fair sex at the desk, mouthed the countersign sorry and then pulled the trigger.

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

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...