The black Porsche convertible screeched into the car park, coming to a halt in the bay nearest the main doors in a cloud of dust ; the charwoman driving it toss away open the door and leaving it wide open, ran towards the entryway. She was a 32 yr old long-haired blonde, wearing a white blouse, a short grey suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her hair was loose around her shoulders.

Reaching the threshold of the building, she flung it open wide and rushed through into the wide brightly lit reception arena. Pausing a second to get her heraldic bearing, 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 menage ”.

The woman behind the desk, a woman of about 40 with her nighttime fuzz pulled into a loose burl and wearing the black and white uniform of the Department of chastisement, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"epithet ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are lately,"the Department of Corrections char said"I was just about to supply the indorsement for your menage"

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

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and fraud while in office 10 daylight earlier, a capital crime, but had been released for the 10 days prescribed by law in order to"put her affaire in order of magnitude"before her executing. The return of the objurgate prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their partners, children, parents and other close congeneric ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the physical process ), would be executed instead. When the process had been introduced 25 age earlier, few thought it would shape, but a few high-profile exercise of whole family being put to end had quickly ensured almost tot up compliance.

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

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

"Let me check ”, the DoC woman said.

She got up from behind the computer and went out through a door behind her. The door shut with a flashy thunk !

Kayleigh waited growing Thomas More and more agitated as the transactions passed.

After about 5 minutes the other cleaning woman returned.

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

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

"right field down to the far end"The DoC woman snapped, pointing to a large metal 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 cleaning woman was pointing and started to run down the corridor.

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

Kayleigh raised her hired hand to argue she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was undone, she pulled her limb out of the sleeve and threw it to the ground, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the catch at the dorsum of her skirt, she pushed it down over her coxa, paused slightly get let it go down down her legs, then with a slight stagger, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was future, dropping to the storey to give away a pair of full, round off breasts, with prominent shadow pink nipple, breasts that bounced enticingly as she ran.

Almost at the door now, she paused ; kicked her sandals off and reaching behind her, gripped her hairsbreadth in her left hand and reached across with her right hand, to twist it up into a loosely knotted pony tail. 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 legs, to discover a neatly trimmed triangle of drab hair at her groin, that belied the colour of the tomentum on her top dog, stepped out of the scanty, turned around, pulled the metal doorway afford and stepped inside.

As she watched, the woman heard the executioner ask Kayleigh to confirm her public figure, which she did, then apprise her to stand with her back to the paries, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a looking at of mixed relief and apprehension on her face. rest period that she had managed to pull through her family from her own fate, pinch, because of the botheration and death to that was to come.

The door remained subject and the woman heard the executioner read out the electric charge and the verdict. There was then a instant's silence, followed by a rattle as the soldiers prepared their weapons. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut out her eye, then with a sound like distant smack, it was all over. The char saw a sputter of red marks appear across Kayleigh full white meat and saw her pushed violently backwards into the rampart behind her, where she stood motionless for a moment, before her pegleg gave way and she slid down the bulwark, leaving a red malignment behind her. As her fundament hit the floor, she toppled onto her left English to lay half in and half out the metal threshold, the bally wound in her breasts clearly visible.

A few sec later a young officer appeared in the doorway and reached down to palpate Kayleigh's neck for a impulse. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon and placed the gag against the side of her point. He looked up at the woman at the desk, mouthed the Word sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's straits jerked and a gout of blood immix with brain matter shot out of the way out combat injury as the bullet slammed into the story beneath her. Her leg twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...