The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen geezerhood. The finally three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional adroitness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the heavy cleaning woman's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the just capital punishment facility for womanhood in the Federal organisation. The prison house contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female person offenders. These implementation are almost entirely for drug offenses under the kernel ascendency Act of 2010, although occasionally charwoman are also executed for other crimes such as execution on Federal property, terrorist-related offense, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the obligation of Warden and in bursting charge of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was offset brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty death penalty every calendar week. The large number of capital punishment was due to the Substance restraint Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sales event of prohibited narcotics except for Cannabis sativa, and also for the possession of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. US finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other majuscule punishment law in American history, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first off few old age there were at to the lowest degree a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small telephone number of people who simply don't get the subject matter, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that level for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest telephone number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the bombastic number ten. The common number of wall hanging on writ of execution Clarence Shepard Day Jr. nowadays is normally between five and eight cleaning woman. With the ANP, this issue is manageable.

The legal appeals summons takes about a year. Pardons and commutation are rarefied, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a destruction row inmate's entreaty has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Xmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrator have no sense of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my place and informed that her charm has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month clip, that there is no further promise for legal intercession and she must write herself for death. This where the yell and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselor available for the condemned woman. They're good at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instances of adult female struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to key out the gallows itself. It is almost like a leg in an auditorium, a raised program approximately forty feet prospicient and twelve feet wide, supported by concrete pillars. The first year it was erected the warden of the clock time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and wait, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off arrangement. In strawman of the platform are dustup of folding electric chair for informant. A single blade beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete paries of the death house runs over the political platform at a height of about xv pes. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by brand suspension cable bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam, and the noosed roach are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up work party on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the bound of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of headway between the ray of light and the border, so that when a condemned fair sex is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off pulley-block, or tabourets to give them their ancient and set name, to the door of each holding cell. The India rubber mat is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in terror at the spate of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peep hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The auction block are just that, large steel public square or pillars with a set of five whole step leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of flavor manila hangman's halter. The gin is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the common American-style gin with the hangman's air mile. To be honest, this version won out because the execution team found it too much hassle and too time-consuming to tie the many running noose needed for multiple instruction execution. One noose dangles in strawman of each block. The genuine execution crew who carry out the hanging are all male corrections officers ; distaff rectification policeman are with each condemned womanhood in each holding cellphone, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the morning of the carrying into action, I enter the death house by the indoors door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each objurgate woman her death warrant and asking if she has any last words to say, which are recorded by a shorthand typist. This is so the actual carrying out will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the functionary spectator ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travel expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock astute, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to maintain, and I will give the signal to begin.

The holding jail cell are numbered on the gallows English, one through ten. I slides back the peep trap slot on electric cell number one. One of the female person sentry go on the interior unlocks the doorway and admits the Warden and two male person guards from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cellular phone. When the eyehole slides open, the bit female sentry go requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a bloodless hospital examination scrubs with only a unmarried string tie at the backrest. When the capital punishment squad enters, the female safeguard asking that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more spoken language of any variety, although in pattern sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it devolve to the trading floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the bestow humiliation is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to disrobe them and draw out off dresses and underwear soaked with fecal matter and urine. ) The female guard duty draws the decry charwoman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the doorway, a few brief dance step along the gum elastic mat, up the footfall and onto the city block, which is large enough for three masses to support on the top. She has a male safeguard on either side of her, holding her arms. The guard on her rightfulness reaches out with one paw and secures the slip noose. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the captive, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the safety device on the left hand. Each guard keeps one hand on the prisoner's human elbow, place their former hands on the prisoner's upper berth back and lower back respectively, and without any word or further delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually agitate unless the captive is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned womanhood drops two to three substructure and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her cervix, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her forefront is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty mo to fifteen minutes or more, she does the dance of last, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as alone as a Plectrophenax nivalis. 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 differentiate the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is knockout twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's head bowl back and Forth, sometimes line coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven arcminute before death occurs.

Usually, however, the cliff does not break the neck opening, and destruction is by choking. After the fall the condemned fair sex usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of track has the issue of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the rope creak. With the swinging of her torso and the heaving of her breast as she tries to get breath, her bosom jiggle and bouncing enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her straits. Most hang up women seek to do the"bunny hop,"trying to alternate or pull themselves upward to hold a little of the pressure off the snare and perhaps suck a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the running noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a flow woman is able-bodied to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that type the guard duty, who have by now come down from the city block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her metrical unit off and set her swinge again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the low gear wild fit and kicking Dy down after a few minutes, and then comes the horrific stretch, as the hanged woman's toes seem to stretch down and her trunk archway, as she seeks some variety of storey beneath her to ease the agony of the roofy. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right wing and then to the left hand. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to count into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this form, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the captive makes small, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or fitful form, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flutter of the toes, quivering of the chest, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her lingua lolls out of her header, a hopeful cyanosed bluing almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when intestine and bladder relax in death and a current of feces and piddle is released into a tile public treasury with drainpipe that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose down quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a BM and wearing latex glove, he cleans the dangling body with an alcoholic drink and disinfectant-soaked laundry cloth. At this peak end is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about XXX second base after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of destruction, while all of this is going on the sentry duty are not just standing there observing. There are other womanhood who must join their erring babe on the gallows. Once the actual forcible battle of the first executed adult female has subsided and she has reached the turn as opposed to swinging stagecoach, I go to cell number two and opens the peephole, the 2d condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the intact appendage is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her forget me drug comes cell number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of sentence womanhood are hanging in the air. It is not obscure, when there are lupus erythematosus than five prisoner to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still combat-ready, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a hearty amount of big businessman over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own delight. The ill-starred women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sure death. So I used my position and tycoon to build myself a harem of impermanent char. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned 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 exclusive female parent who had tried to ready some extra cash selling C and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvellous, elegant looking light-skinned shameful little girl who had the amiss boyfriend and possibly took some expiation in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling, age unsung but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into United States of America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a toothsome late ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine riding habit, no means no and yes, even for sensitive personalities, hang substance hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make sure their medical exam stop up comes back clean, I visited each of the fair sex and inform them of the court's decision and allow them a day to process the news. Then I start my routine. number 1 up was Maggie, she was a blonde, her hair was cut scant and her torso had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a moderately girl but as a principal dipped into her own hoard and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a like compound, she was in a euphoric commonwealth as she began undressing. As her boilers suit fell I saw her bare dead body, she had good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girl, with youthful peel, the drugs are doing scathe to her youthful torso, but it hasn't taken it cost. She took my tool in her mouthpiece and started to sop up. She was a sound cock sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful center, I was after all making the days to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her twat. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my stopcock easily. She was taut and wet as my hammer slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he arrangement must cause sent euphoria through her wit. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much farseeing and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky white liquid state slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her bow and returned her fingers with the cum back to her sassing sucking it."What a waste material of a good 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 cell without a shower, I wanted her to take my cum for the dark, my acquaint for her. I gave her a hit every few mean solar day before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my front-runner in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my demand if I allowed phone song between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to happen. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed way with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her dead body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her binding and her buttocks were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured char, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent disparager I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a caesarean cicatrice above her scrunch,"at to the lowest degree her twat will be tight."I thought to myself She had her oculus down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."feeling 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 up her nakedness with her hands, her action at law only pushed her gravid breast up forming a large segmentation which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a whispering,"When can I speak to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of path. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the manus and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my men on her second joint, she spread her leg on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my manpower and my tongue explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my oral sex as her pussy juice started to course. I had to get her into the mode as she was an belated 20s and anxious. I played with her bombastic beautiful breasts for ages before letting her suck me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual collaborator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last prick she will get in this humankind. Our making love fashioning was slow at first base, as my shaft slid in and out of her wet kitty-cat. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold 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 breast bound. She rode faster and faster when I shot a 2d incumbrance into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a spirit of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to stray off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being fraught ?"as I brought her to my eye stage. Her eyes her look of distraint suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresighted to interest about such matter. I held her feeling her breast against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were wondrous Julia, I have the cell ready for you to let the cat out of the bag to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. pick it up with your mouth and let me see you get down it."Her eyes lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My regard did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her handwriting covered her nethers to prevent further leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great reluctance licked the cum off my tool and balls. The feeling was slap-up, her strong spit on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted tike protective services and arranged a 30 min academic session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the phone. When the sentence was up she struggled to string up up the phone, but with a stiff motion I took the earphone away. With tears in her eye she walked to the bathroom and turned on the rain shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the rain shower with her. No word of honor was spoken and I guided her hands to my half vertical cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her articulatio genus she went and began sucking. When I was fix I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her pussycat. As I started to bang her I moved my face in to osculate her. She turned her face not wanting to osculate me. Grabbing her brass with my hand and making her centre meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my office I was passionate as I was very appeal to this womanhood. Foundling her titty as I increased my pace of thrusts until I grunted and sent another flow of hot cum into her canal. No doubt she would have been pregnant that nighttime, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would hump her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a improbable, elegant looking light-skinned Black young woman. She was youth and very dear looking, but her pathetic choice of male companion landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her tone, her position left little to be desired. I tried versatile room to entice her but she would hold none of it, even threatening me if I laid my men on her. I could only see her raw trunk during the forcible examination and cascade. Her caramel-colored organic structure was long and slant and lithe, her breasts were highschool and buoyant. Her pubic fuzz 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 mode.

Next I went to Mei ling ko, age obscure she was unseasoned looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asian look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into US by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English language 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 lately. A one-half ass ingathering later she was under my supervision until her untimely date with the snare. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral examination, skinny girl with shoulder length haircloth. She had a very young-looking face with B size breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large dark bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a gracious fiddling cycle butt. I had prepared for our encounter, using google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the transmission line of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would execute any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a strident lie I know, but from my understanding men of superpower abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can abuse such power to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the theme to me and simply nodded speaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to disrobe as I stepped out and dismissed the precaution standing external for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei broom, I faced the threshold until I hear the safeguard step fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking smashed and pock. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, future to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her lip. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her manpower she massaged my cock while using the tip of her lingua licking it. It was a unwashed fault that a girl never gave a blow job before would make. That made me grinning, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for respective minutes before I grabbed her head and thrusted my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reception and a teeth 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 pluck eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this sentence she opened her mouth and took the tip of my rooster in. Slowly she sucked on it like a lollipop. 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 legs. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her snatch lip and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very untested girl no Sir Thomas More than 18 but I think she was even new ; 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 vendor, 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 mystify, if you ever had pussy in gamy schooltime you would screw what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple bosom I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal 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 throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do cypher and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the to the lowest degree of her worries. We laid there with me still rock hard inside her, I was still randy and I flip her around on all fours. Her pussycat may not had been a virgin but that ass golf hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her snatch stopcock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to distribute her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to change by reversal around and I grabbed her neck from derriere. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other bridge player and guided my turncock towards her rachis entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed plate, as I pushed she cried out. I would let liked to suppose from pleasure but it's more likely from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the simply cock that would ever recruit this ass cakehole made me lust for her Sir Thomas More. After a legal brief but roughshod Brassica napus of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several Sir Thomas More times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would free her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsman with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was proud she feared death even more. I dangled a regulator's pardon in front of her face and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current regulator is my good friend from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screenland in battlefront of the bed playing old clips of her reporting and the same outfit she was wearing lay folded on a death chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful woman on TV."Oh you pervert, fine Army of the Righteous get this over with."Audrey rolled her eye and took off her prison overalls. Her physical structure White River as marble, farsighted bleak hair and dark-green oculus, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced white meat with implants she had made her network pay for. Dark three-sided bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panty. I got up out of the bed raw and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky 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 cheat on her intellection, she is a veteran for sure, how many reservoir and victor did you have sex for your stories and promotional material ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started sucking my cock. She was an expert, taking my dick all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the same clip. She looked up at me with her sultry oculus through her deoxyephedrine and I just couldn't take it and shot my burden. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as streams of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she release and opened her backtalk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her lip and swallowed. The following 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 hired hand through my hair's-breadth, played with my hair. I founded her turgid fake white meat 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 hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her chicken feed. But this meter 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 chest together with her open blouse."smell at that sexy elegant womanhood 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 strong as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting kitty. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would know her at least twice a week and every time she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my friend. By the clock time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 twenty-four hours left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or secern everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly convict condemned to die and have no more contact with the outside macrocosm not even with a lawyer because the time for entreaty has long by. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned women again were, Margie my junkie trollop, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth bargainer. Julia my kept woman of the calendar month, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvellous, refined looking light-skinned black young lady who had the untimely beau and possibly took some atonement 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 obscure but Lester Willis Young, was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into USA by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong ternion. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a full-bosomed former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her straits that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was uneasy to see their destruction dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the safety device would do something foolish like have a rope fault on a young woman, or crusade a lady friend off the block but forget to put the roofy around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the dangling went off like clockwork.

I followed the safety device for the first two executions, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my pet cum pass catcher of the month. You should bear in judgment that until the door 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 cellular telephone with six the great unwashed in it, and so since I entered the cellphone after the guards I didn't see Margie until her custody were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the monetary standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her forgetful blonde haircloth freshly washed, and those soundly house breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blueing eyes, at first off with a pleading aspect, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one Thomas More fuck or any sexual favor that I could restrain her from her luck but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was nothing she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female person sentry duty led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her school principal to front at me. I followed behind the guard and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the chopine to the rightfield of her, and the guards took her munition. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in front man of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the safeguard reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her psyche and around her neck, cinching it under her right field ear. She turned her headspring 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 quieten voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into quad, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's pegleg splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her natural language came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her whitened, 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 of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a moment or so she tried"bunny hopping"to captivate a breath, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her pap flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my branch trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye freak slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do issue two."Turning I led the guard duty back to the cell doors and opened the peephole on the 2d cell.

Julia had her side to the rampart and the female guard was just untying her hospital night-robe and letting it fall when I entered the cadre. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the manacle, the distaff sentry duty gently brought her weapon system behind her back, and he snapped the sword over her articulatio radiocarpea. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her alky red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so practically. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, impenetrable but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the hold out month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first-class honours degree showdown. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 time of day ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to timeless existence. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her aspect was stunned, like a deer in the headlight, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes make relaxed a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken care of, drear Julia, I only wanted your torso and now its gone there's no more time value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the gin, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still live, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a base they would never palpate again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are terminal in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more than other defenseless distaff torso dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solution to that may go odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few meter I have seen a excoriate cleaning lady look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their heart turn back to their own noose. )

The guard duty slipped the noose over Julia's head and closed it under her decent ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, trench breathing spell after breathing space, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as practically 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 honest thought, because it simply prolongs the torment, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breathing time is about to be choked off forever. The safety put their workforce on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a here and now 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 large enough so that even from behind I could see them founder as she plunged and the rope snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's question started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her aspect was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was thick and her body arduous, and you could see the circle 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 handcuff so she could grab the R-2. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened ramification going back and forth like scissor hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a bit, trying to draw at least one gasping breath, without winner. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. Back and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bend and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a drip of liquid came from her snatch running down her pegleg, if anyone was paying confining attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her wooden leg. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last meter I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five hour into a hanker, obtuse writhe of agony, her trunk twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to grab a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"okey, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safety device."You two can stand slow now, just save an eye on your two madam and make a billet of the time when they shit. time lag, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of on the loose bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, sentence for number three."For the residuum of the execution I did not go cell to cellular telephone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, bare and cuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored soundbox prospicient and lean and lithe and also covered with the lather of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure repulsion. The guard flipped it expertly over her brain and drew her farseeing curling black haircloth through it before fitting it dainty and snug under her Kuki-Chin. She said cypher until she was skid into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most overweening and exciting Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few pay heed women competitiveness for life history as long and as hard as that Shirley Temple girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rophy, her legs scissoring at unbelievable fastness, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the step. Her breasts were doing thing most exotic dancers only aspiration of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eye kept looking at the auction block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could suck up at to the lowest degree one more hint of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the sentry duty pushed her substructure off and set her swinging again. She danced at replete throttle for almost ten fully minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tormented lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the roofy. unconscious mind, but not abruptly. Naima didn't actually empty her intestine and bladder until almost twenty mo after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Calluna vulgaris 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 economise her. When she realized that no Redeemer would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no incertitude, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the whole way boot and screaming. It took both of the sentry duty to get the running noose on her and gear up her. When the fourth dimension came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her question towards me. The shock on her brass was priceless but before she can beg or curse the safety 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 cervix. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to burble and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the first-class honours degree I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waistline and letting them hang there for many sec, almost like she was sitting in a hot seat. Her pert young breasts quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a bit at a sentence 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 sassing and I saw that illumine I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her read/write head still rolled and slabber bubbled from her mouth. I could pick up her gasping for the last arcminute or so of her living, and then came the drip and plop and smell of her gut and bladder emptying out.

death but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cadre,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and cuffed except for her eyeglass, which were riveted on the noose in battlefront of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silky black hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the pulley. The decent hand guard took the glasses off her look and tossed them to me, reached out and took the running noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't thigh-slapper or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her neck opening. The left-hand guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her head back sharply. The decently hand guard slipped the running noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the gin so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's trunk forward and she stumbled off the city block and swung into the air.

Audrey's decease I actually made a few bank bill on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked fully force out for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth River for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about 30 second, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another arcminute. Her tit bounced and wobbled and her bureau heaved. Her principal was at a sharp slant, her eye goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic lacrimation at her cuff-confined radiocarpal joint, with haemorrhage, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her bound hands into the diminished of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her twisting and turning seems to have gotten her a abbreviated instant or two where she could respire a picayune. 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 quivering and twitch began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the lip. From about the ninth min on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's middle were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the political program. In bit XII there was a brief, faint spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial of long, gulping pant that drew no air. Her glossa now rolled out fully and it was disconsolate from deficiency of O. Even if she had been cut down at that mo she would almost certainly have been brain dead. Then she was quiet until mo fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and blind drunk. Her eye-light went out about a minute of arc later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison medico stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each charwoman, and pronounced them all numb. I ordered the guards to escort the witnesses out of the execution chamber and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The torso of the condemned women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minute before the morgue stave come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the bedroom I took my speech sound and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me energise before I go to hump another doomed woman. After 15 mo the morgue staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the physical structure to wash out them and lowering them down on capstone. Then the bodies are transported to the mortuary. Now each woman was placed on a fall apart table in the mortuary. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 minute lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 lady. I walk from body to physical structure taking flick and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her spit out, I kissed her tasting her natural language while my hand felt her wet pussy wet with urine,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

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

Mei Ling's face was distorted with fear and impact and foamed with spittle. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a dissipation of a everlasting sex slave."

Audrey's optic rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her typeface and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her tit I tried to appreciate such a flawless cleaning woman."Well you were my best screw and I became your last fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were blanket spread as she fought so desperately for her living. I ran my hands over her ebony peel feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in aliveness. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the in conclusion peter you will ever have."With that I go the end of the board and grabbed her pegleg. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her peg in the holders, raising the bearer her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricant into her slit I rammed my peter in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being steamy too. Lifting her head so her dead agaze heart looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her body jiggled with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her temperature reduction pussy. Dropping her psyche with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead boldness. With the shoemaker's last fille conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each fille until I was horny again. With only one end fuck in me I made dear to Julia. I was patrician and because of the early nookie sessions before I lasted a long prison term. Her kitty was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very liquid. I took out my phone and filmed her breast gesture as I fucked her. In the end I came one last prison term into this adorable creature. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one hold up fourth dimension and walked out.

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

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a flush benefactor who liked unused dead cleaning woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no known next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the land filling with all the former cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the same terra firma filling. Her family tried to sue the state but since there was not grounds of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's dead body was auctioned at a sole lodge 5 hours after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over California where she was born .