The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for XVIII geezerhood. The final stage three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional quickness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison house in the commonwealth, and also because it is the situation of the only if capital punishment quickness for char in the Federal organization. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple performance of female wrongdoer. These executing are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance dominance Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other offense such as murder on Fed prop, terrorist-related law-breaking, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the province of Warden and in 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 normal method acting of death by deadly injectant was short, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and XX executions every week. The large numeral of executions was due to the core mastery Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for cannabis, and also for the possession of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get grave about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital penalty law in American history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the start few long time there were at least a K writ of execution at Femdea annually. Even though the drug flagellum has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always persist a small number of people who simply don't get the content, including women.

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

The legal appeals procedure takes about a class. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a death row convict's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for writ of execution on morning a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Dec 25 Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic rationality, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison house administrators have no sense of liquid body substance ? ) The captive is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month clip, that there is no boost Leslie Townes Hope for legal intervention and she must compose herself for Death. This where the rallying cry and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselor available for the doom adult female. They're near at their Book of Job, and this is why we have so few instances of womanhood struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cadre which runs latitude with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a leg in an auditorium, a raised political program approximately forty feet hanker and twelve feet all-embracing, supported by concrete column. The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried case-by-case trap doorway, but there were too many mechanical job and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In figurehead of the weapons platform are dustup of folding chairs for witnesses. A individual sword balance beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete wall of the death house runs over the platform at a tallness of about xv pes. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by steel temporary removal cables bolted into the roof. At musical interval, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the shaft, and the noosed R-2 are attached to these dash, threaded in manually by the set-up gang on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows political platform. There is about three ft of headroom between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned cleaning lady is suspended, she dangles in the air in front man of the platform.

The level of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for condom matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to return them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The pencil eraser matting is laid down because sometimes the excoriate char actually urinate in terror at the mass of the waiting running noose. ( We keep a mop and bucketful handy. ) There is a peep hole on the door of each cellular phone, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The engine block are just that, large steel squares or pillars with a set of five measure leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The roofy are of seasoned manilla paper hemp. The noose is of the British style with a grievous credit card D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's nautical mile. To be honorable, this edition won out because the execution squad found it too a great deal trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many gin needed for multiple executions. One running noose dangles in social movement of each closure. The factual execution crew who carry out the wall hanging are all Male correction officer ; female rectification military officer are with each condemned woman in each holding cellphone, two per cell.

At eight XXX on the morning of the execution, I enter the death mansion by the at heart door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the interior corridor, reading each doom woman her last warrant and asking if she has any last Word to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual executing will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official spectator ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per executing plus travel expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock keen, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the sign to begin.

The holding mobile phone are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep trap time slot on cellular telephone phone number one. One of the female sentry go on the interior unlocks the room access and admits the Warden and two male safety device from the instruction execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowd together cell. When the peephole slides open, the second female sentry duty requests that the captive stand up. She is wearing a snowy infirmary examination gown with only a single string tie at the vertebral column. When the execution team enters, the female sentry go request that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is absolutely, there is no more lecture of any kind, although in praxis sometimes it doesn't workplace out that way. The female safeguard then unties the hospital gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( captive are executed in the nude supposedly because the bestow chagrin is to be part of their penalty, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to unclothe them and pull off apparel and underclothing soaked with feces and urine. ) The female guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male safety handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few abbreviated whole tone along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is with child enough for three the great unwashed to stand on the top. She has a manful sentry go on either side of her, holding her arms. The guard on her rightfulness reaches out with one bridge player and secures the noose. While the sentry go on the leftfield holds both weapon system and steadies the prisoner, the one on the properly slips the slip noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the rightfulness ear. He nods to the sentry duty on the left field. Each guard keeps one hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their former manus on the captive's upper back and lowly back respectively, and without any Logos or further postponement they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually crowd unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet down and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The sentence woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a sort of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her point is tilted forcibly upward and to the left field at an angle, and then for anywhere from LX indorsement to fifteen arcminute or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to find out. Every terpsichore is slightly different, as unequalled as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck opening is broken, but the idea that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the cervix is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's head whorl back and forth, sometimes descent coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven hour before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not weaken the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the fall the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of track has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the Mexican valium creaking. With the swinging of her body and the panting of her pectus as she tries to draw breathing place, her breasts jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the Mexican valium, bobbing and gasping, centre goggling in her nous. Most hanged women attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or draw themselves upward to take a short of the atmospheric pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting fragile downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged fair sex is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the stoppage for a few instant. In that character the guards, who have by now come down from the city block and are standing on either side of it in order to foreclose that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild upheaval and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the dire stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to stretch down and her eubstance arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to facilitate the torture of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to flex more than cut, first to the right and then to the left hand. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to face into the middle of a hang up charwoman who has reached this phase, because you can separate that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond vision, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes little, odd gasping dissonance, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic form, as the torso itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flutter of the toes, quivering of the white meat, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her knife lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The prescribed finish is considered to be when gut and bladder relax in death and a stream of feces and piddle is released into a roofing tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hosepipe quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex paint glove, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash textile. At this full stop death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their centre, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a bare woman do the Dance of destruction, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are former women who must link their erring babe on the gallows. Once the existent physical struggle of the get-go executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turn as opposed to swinging level, I go to cell phone number two and opens the peephole, the indorsement doom prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the entire process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell numeral three's crook, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned adult female are hanging in the air. It is not stranger, when there are lupus erythematosus than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still alive, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall commence my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial measure of power over the prisoners, which I must profess I have used for my own pleasure. The unredeemed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sealed death. So I used my post and mightiness to build myself a harem of impermanent women. I think it's best I tell you in point what I'm talking about. I've received data file on five condemned women whom are all scheduled to dance on the slip noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out methamphetamine trader. Julia, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to hit some additional cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a magniloquent, elegant 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 noose. Mei Ling, age unsung but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entering into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a bosomy one-time ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocain habit, no means no and yes, even for mass medium personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make sure their medical tally up comes back sporty, I visited each of the women and inform them of the court's decision and allow them a day to process the news. Then I start my routine. get-go up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed conducting wire around the bicep. She was a jolly girl 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 like compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had effective firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girlfriend, with young skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her lip and started to suck. She was a good peter sucker, no question she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eye, I was after all making the sidereal day to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the affected role bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my hammer easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he organization must cause sent euphoria through her brainpower. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much recollective and climaxed into her waiting kitty-cat. As I pulled out, sticky flannel liquid slowly dripped out of her kitty-cat. She giggled as she ran her fingerbreadth down to her crouch and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouthpiece sucking it."What a dissipation of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this drug addict 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 jail cell without a exhibitioner, I wanted her to hold my cum for the nighttime, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few Clarence Day before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favorite 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 requirement if I allowed phone calls between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to bechance. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her back and her buttocks were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, leaden but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a C-section scratch above her crouch,"at least her kitty will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stark articulation. 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 get over her nudeness with her workforce, her military action only pushed her big breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a voicelessness,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of track. You will get 30 moment 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 hands on her thigh, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my hand and my spit explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her pussy juice started to run. I had to get her into the humor as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her heavy beautiful titty for age before letting her suction me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual cooperator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will stimulate in this world. Our passion fashioning was slow at starting time, as my hammer slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt howling beneath me, and soon I couldn't defend back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't stop fucking her, my pecker was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breasts bounciness. She rode faster and faster when I shot a irregular load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprisal"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to drift off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being significant ?"as I brought her to my eye layer. Her oculus her expression of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to interest about such matter. I held her feeling her breast against my physical structure and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were marvellous Julia, I have the jail cell prepare for you to verbalise to your son. But there's one net affair you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. clean house it up with your rima oris and let me see you take back it."Her eyes lit up from shock absorber, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not waver and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hands covered her nethers to prevent boost leakage. After going in the a kneeling situation she slowly and with bully indisposition licked the cum off my pecker and balls. The feeling was great, her warm tongue on my tegument was something I will never leave. Afterward I contacted child protective services and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the phone. When the prison term was up she struggled to hang up up the phone, but with a solid motion I took the phone away. With weeping in her center she walked to the john and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to address to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the exhibitioner with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect hammer. She knew what needed to be done and on her stifle she went and began sucking. When I was cook I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to have a go at it her I moved my font in to buss her. She turned her face not wanting to osculate me. Grabbing her aspect with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her repellent slice and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my contribution I was passionate as I was very pull to this char. Foundling her breasts as I increased my tempo of jabbing until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canal. No dubiousness she would have been significant that night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would get it on 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 grandiloquent, graceful looking light-skinned Negro missy. She was young and very proficient looking, but her poor selection of male associate landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her spirit, her attitude left fiddling to be desired. I tried assorted means to entice 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 body was foresightful and tend and lithe, her white meat were richly and buoyant. Her pubic hairs were nice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will learn my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown she was Whitney Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look new. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entranceway into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the section of DoJ bring in a translator and I can only go for communicated what had happened, by that meter it was too previous. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her untimely date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral examen, skinny young woman with articulatio humeri duration hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size of it breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large nighttime George Bush as many Asian charwoman don't shave, and a nice little round stooge. I had prepared for our get together, using google translate I roughly printed out a subject matter which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual petition from me for a month. It was a conspicuous 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 abuse such might to give her life if she was unforced do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei eelpout, I faced the door until I hear the safety device footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my gasp and underware, adjacent to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her backtalk. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her mitt she massaged my cock while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common mistake that a female child 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 several minutes before I grabbed her head and thrusted my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response and a teeth made my tool uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my hammer, this time 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 trivial 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 peg. Looking at her George H.W. Bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just disseminate her pussy sass and roughly entered her. She was amazingly sloshed and surprisingly wet. Being a very youthful young lady no more than 18 but I think she was even new ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impedimenta, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big bargain, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the marketer, I know I would own if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journeying. She did not closed her centre as I thrusted into her, the feeling was nonplus, if you ever had pussy in gamey schooling you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple breast I shot hot incumbrance 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 zip and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock operose inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all fours. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass kettle of fish's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her purulent cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt impertinence. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying thing that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my early hand and guided my cock towards her cover incoming. She stiffens as the tip of my hammer rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more likely from pain. That was a pixilated asshole I drilled, the thinking of me being the only cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a brief but brutal rape of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her intestine. I would enjoy her body respective Thomas More times before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would disengage her, inadequate poor fish thing, well at to the lowest degree you were a outstanding sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine riding habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was proud she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in nominal head of her face and she readily accepted any condition I set. While it is public cognition that the current regulator is my good champion from college I would not call in in a favor for a piece of slit, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screenland in front of the bed playing old cartridge holder of her reporting 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 woman on TV."Oh you pervert, mulct lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison house overalls. Her body white-hot as marble, tenacious black hair and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced knocker with implants she had made her network pay for. Dark triangular Dubyuh, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed defenseless and walked up to her. Grabbing her sleek 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 shit her sentiment, she is a old hand for sure as shooting, how many germ and Lake Superior did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? Without any remind she dropped down and started suction my peter. She was an expert, taking my stopcock all the way in and out making gurgling noise and moaning at the same prison term. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my encumbrance. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as stream of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she sacking and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The succeeding prison term she smiled her rima oris was empty. 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 rattling cuddler, running her hand through my haircloth, played with my hair. I founded her declamatory faux breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most complete I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so profligate at her web, what executive director can resist her ? I slowly became heavily again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a charwoman her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her heart-to-heart blouse."Look at that sexy graceful adult female 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 impinging made me horny and I fucked her as fast and heavy as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting snatch. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would lie with her at least twice a week and every metre she asked about her 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 daylight left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or narrate everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a small convict condemned to die and have no More contact with the out of doors world not even with a attorney because the prison term for appeals has long past. Her aroused out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the murder inevitably arrived. The five excoriate women again were, Margie my junkie slut, 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 female parent who had tried to piss some extra cash merchandising Coca Cola and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girlfriend who had the amiss boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion pen the week before she kept her own engagement with the running noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unnamed but Lester Willis Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine substance abuse, no means no and yes, even for mass medium personalities, hang means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was anxious to see their dying 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 precaution would do something foolish like have a rope break of serve on a young lady, or push a girl off the block but forget to put the circle 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 guards for the commencement two executions, Margie my niggling addict slut and Julia my ducky cum receiving system of the month. You should bear in intellect that until the doorway opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six masses in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guard I didn't see Margie until her hand were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her trunk with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked aim at me with those blue angel heart, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calmness and emotionless. She hoped for one Thomas More roll in the hay or any sexual party favour that I could keep 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 hassle ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her question to search at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her blazonry. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in front of her with no aspect in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the running noose over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her correct ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying bye with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm phonation she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's leg splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her lingua came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed handwriting against the small of her spine, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a instant or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breathing spell, and that kept up for a good two second, her mamilla flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide out my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a metre and then suddenly she sagged and began to twinge."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do numeral two."Turning I led the guards back to the cell door and opened the spyhole on the second cell.

Julia had her face 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 do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female safeguard gently brought her sleeve behind her back, and he snapped the blade over her articulatio radiocarpea. Her hired man were a little plump, but shapely, and her boozer red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to attend good on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent disparager that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red Bush was gone, I made her plane it after our first gear coming upon. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlamp, and I notice that her whole dead body was glistening with perspiration, the acerbic swither of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her oculus loose a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the arrangement and will be taken care of, good-for-nothing Julia, I only wanted your soundbox 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 snare, and walked up the gradation slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a story they would never find again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are conclusion in contrast for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or Sir Thomas More other bare female dead body 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 noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a reprobate cleaning 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 safeguard slipped the noose over Julia's straits and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in mystifying, rich breathing time after breathing time, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her consistence as potential. I've noticed that a lot of charwoman on the gallows do this. It's not a dear melodic theme, because it simply prolongs the excruciation, but I suppose it's almost natural when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their manpower on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to jump struggling, but the guard resumed the pressing on her back, and this metre she let herself actuate forward until she dropped. Her tits were large 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 tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her case was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was duncical and her eubstance heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her form. 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 rope. Julia did the"scissor grip"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors grip. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping intimation, without achiever. Her fine boob bounced and jiggled like Jello. book binding and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to relieve oneself as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her wooden leg, if anyone was paying shut down attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last time I was rock operose, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five minutes into a long, slow writhe of agony, her eubstance twirling slowly on the rope. I had to struggle the itch to catch a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can fend easy now, just maintain an eye on your two ladies and make a note of the clip when they shit. postponement, there goes one now."I heard a sort of splutter and saw that urine and a watercourse of loose bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook computer."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okay, time for turn three."For the rest of the execution I did not go cellular phone to electric cell and just observed, I made a bank 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 eubstance long and be given and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the slip noose before her in perfect horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her foresighted kink black hair through it before fitting it Nice and snug under her chin. She said nix until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and exciting Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged cleaning woman fight for aliveness as long and as laborious as that melanise miss did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at unbelievable velocity, then launching into lashing kick, then climbing the stair. Her breasts were doing matter most alien dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bag center kept looking at the pulley-block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at to the lowest degree one more intimation of living, and twice she actually managed it for a indorse or so, until the safety pushed her feet off and set her swing again. She danced at full phase of the moon gas pedal for almost ten replete 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 Mexican valium. Unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her gut and vesica until almost twenty bit after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to save her. When she realized that no Saviour would add up she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup tit quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to reject the unanimous way kicking and shrieking. It took both of the guards to get the running noose on her and make her. When the metre came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her principal towards me. The shock on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the safeguard pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her lip was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the circle bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to babble and her oral cavity foamed with saliva. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chairperson ”, drawing her knee joint up almost parallel with her waist and letting them give ear there for many sec, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert young white meat 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 focus and her tongue slid out of her rima oris and I saw that swooning I mentioned slowly go out in her oculus. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her back talk. I could hear her gasping for the last bit or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her intestine and bladder emptying out.

end but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the prison cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and whomp except for her spectacles, which were riveted on the running noose in front of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her clamber smooth and that sleek Shirley Temple Black hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right hired hand precaution took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to fight. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her cervix. The left guard, who had met this manoeuvre before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her head back sharply. The right bridge player guard duty slipped the slip noose around her neck opening and then pulled her hair forward and out of the slip noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's soundbox forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's dying I actually made a few notation on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately ninety secondment, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the step for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute of arc, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her chest bounced and wobbled and her pectus heaved. Her head was at a sharp angle, her center goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her natural language partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined articulatio radiocarpea, with bleeding, and I noticed the Sami convulsive thumping of her bound hands into the low of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her twist and turning seems to have gotten her a abbreviated moment or two where she could suspire a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In mo seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full bit, and then the quivering and vellication 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 eyes were still witting and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a brief, debile spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of long, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that consequence she would almost certainly have been mastermind suddenly. Then she was serenity until minute fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his crapper and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering white meat of each woman, and pronounced them all abruptly. I ordered the sentry duty to escort the witnesses out of the execution sleeping accommodation and went off to the chow antechamber for breakfast. The physical structure of the sentence women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 mo before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the sleeping accommodation I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to search at them to get me turn on before I go to fuck another doomed fair sex. After 15 minutes the morgue staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to wash out them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the soundbox are transported to the morgue. Now each cleaning lady was placed on a fork table in the dead room. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from body to dead body taking characterization and foundling them.

Maggie had her middle closed with her natural language out, I kissed her tasting her spit while my deal felt her wet pussy wet with pee,"we had fun, footling junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted tooth greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent large titty and sucked on her erect nipple ( all the girls pap were set up from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these teat every night."

Mei Ling's aspect was distorted with reverence and daze and foamed with spittle. I slide 2 finger in her puss,"such a waste of a perfect sex slave."

Audrey's eye rolled upwards and I could only see the Patrick Victor Martindale White of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her boob I tried to appreciate such a flawless adult female."Well you were my best shag and I became your conclusion fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were all-encompassing open air as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hands over her sable pelt feeling her titty."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in life story. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last hammer you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her peg. I pulled her to the border of the board and placed her legs in the holder, raising the bearer her wooden leg became suspended in air making a thoroughgoing V. applying some lubricant into her pussy I rammed my peter in. She was still ardent and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My manus roamed her body grabbing her breasts, teat so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her header so her dead staring eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye physical contact. Her body jiggled with each of my drive and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling system pussy. Dropping her head teacher with a thud, I slapped her twice across her utterly face. With the final girlfriend conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girlfriend until I was horny again. With only one hold up shtup in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the former shtup sessions before I lasted a farseeing time. Her slit was already lubbed from her piss and my cum from early so it made our necro sexual love very liquid. I took out my earphone and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one finally prison term into this lovely creature. After billet each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one live time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish paper work no later than 3 daylight before the execution or the consistency 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 wealthy benefactor who liked impudent perfectly woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no known succeeding of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the land fill with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Lapp farming fill. Her family tried to sue the United States Department of State but since there was not grounds of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's eubstance was auctioned at a exclusive club 5 hours after her Death. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over Calif. where she was born .