The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for XVIII eld. The last three age of my use have been the Warden at the United States Correctional deftness for charwoman at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the expectant women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only capital punishment facility for women in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple murder of female offenders. These executing are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for former crimes such as murder on Federal soldier belongings, terrorist-related crime, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in guardianship of organizing and supervising instruction execution under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was starting time brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the formula method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to stock out between ten and 20 carrying into action every week. The large number of executions was due to the centre Control Act, which essentially provides the decease penalty for any sales agreement of prohibited narcotics except for marihuana, and also for the willpower of fairly small amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early working capital punishment law in American chronicle, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first off few years there were at to the lowest degree a thousand death penalty at Femdea annually. Even though the drug flagellum has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small number of people who simply don't get the substance, including women.

female person death penalty are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that story for some clock time. In my own time at Femdea, the few number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the expectant identification number ten. The usual act of wall hanging on carrying out days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this turn is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a year. pardon and re-sentencing are rarefied, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a expiry row inmate's appealingness has been rejected, she is scheduled for performance on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Yuletide Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic intellect, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sense of mood ? ) The captive is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her prison term will be duly carried out in one month metre, that there is no further hope for effectual intervention and she must compose herself for death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselors available for the condemned womanhood. They're good at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instance of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cells which runs analogue with the gallows platform.

I need to delineate the gallows itself. It is almost like a leg in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately forty feet long and xii feet wide, supported by concrete pillars. The first-class honours degree year it was erected the warden of the time tried single trap doorway, but there were too many mechanically skillful problems and wait, so Femdea switched to an sometime and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the platform are dustup of folding chairs for witnesses. A single blade beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete wall of the demise house runs over the platform at a height of about XV feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is boost held up by steel suspension cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the behind of the ray, and the noosed rope are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning time. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three understructure of clearance between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in social movement of the platform.

The story of the political platform is covered in industrial rug, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The caoutchouc mat is laid down because sometimes the excoriate fair sex actually urinate in terror at the mint of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a chirp hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large steel squares or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of seasoned manila hemp. The noose is of the British style with a dense plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's Calidris canutus. To be honest, this variation won out because the capital punishment team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple executions. One gin dangles in front of each blockage. The actual execution gang who carry out the wall hanging are all male corrections officers ; female corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding jail cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the sunrise of the performance, I enter the end house by the inside door ( not from the gallows face ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each objurgate woman her dying stock-purchase warrant and asking if she has any finish words to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the real execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official witnesses ( no mass medium ) 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 sharp, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the signaling to begin.

The holding cellphone are numbered on the gallows side of meat, one through ten. I slides back the peep hole slot on electric cell number one. One of the female person precaution on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male safeguard from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowd together cell. When the peephole slides undecided, the second female person sentry duty requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a lily-white infirmary testing gown with only a single string tie at the backbone. When the murder team enters, the distaff guard petition that the captive turn around and face the paries. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is deadened, there is no more words of any form, although in practice sometimes it doesn't workplace out that way. The distaff guard then unties the infirmary gown and lets it pass to the floor. ( captive are executed in the nude sculpture supposedly because the add mortification is to be component part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the morgue team wouldn't have to disinvest them and pull in off dresses and underclothes soaked with faeces and urine. ) The female sentry duty draws the condemn woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the threshold, a few brief steps along the natural rubber mat, up the footprint and onto the block, which is large enough for three people to remain firm on the top. She has a Male safety device on either side of her, holding her coat of arms. The guard duty on her right wing reaches out with one hand and secures the running noose. While the precaution on the leftfield holds both coat of arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck opening and cinches it under her jaw just below the right on ear. He nods to the safeguard on the left. Each guard keeps one bridge player on the prisoner's cubitus, place their other workforce on the captive's pep pill back and lower back respectively, and without any Scripture or further wait they"help"her, as the official terminology says, off the city block. They don't actually advertize unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as nearly are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The roach tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her caput is tilted forcibly upward and to the left wing at an Angle, and then for anywhere from sixty irregular to fifteen moment or More, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to keep an eye on. Every dancing is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck opening is broken, but the estimation that a broken neck causes instantaneous demise on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no John Roy Major convulsions, but there is grave twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging fair sex's heading curlicue back and Forth River, sometimes lineage coming from her mouth as she bites her knife. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the driblet does not break the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the sentence char usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the issue of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swing of her soundbox and the heaving of her breast as she tries to draw in breath, her breasts jiggle and spring enticingly. She writhes and kink at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. to the highest degree hanged women seek to do the"bunny hop,"trying to leap out or line themselves upward to take a slight of the atmospheric pressure off the noose and perhaps suck up a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they come through, although the resulting slim downward drop cloth cinches the noose still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a give ear woman is capable to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the blockage for a few indorsement. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the blockage and are standing on either position of it in guild to forestall that very thing, push her metrical unit off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the start violent convulsions and kicking dice down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretch, as the hanged charwoman's toes seem to stretch along down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to facilitate the excruciation of the R-2. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a give ear woman who has reached this stage, because you can tell that she is entirely witting still, suffering beyond imagery, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes minor, odd gasping interference, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or fitful form, as the dead body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a flow of stool and urine is released into a tile trough with drainpipe that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a pot and wearing latex paint glove, he cleans the dangling organic structure with an inebriant and disinfectant-soaked washables cloth. At this point death is presumed to let occurred, but in my experience it's generally about XXX seconds 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 char do the terpsichore of expiry, while all of this is going on the guard are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the actual physical struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging point, I go to cell routine two and opens the peephole, the instant condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the political program and up onto the block, and the entire unconscious process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's turn, and so onward until all of Friday's batch of excoriate fair sex are hanging in the air. It is not unnamed, when there are to a lesser extent than five prisoner to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still fighting, or"fidgeting"as the terminus goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall lead off my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of money of power over the prisoners, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasance. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain end. So I used my place and office to build myself a harem of temporary char. I think it's best I tell you in point what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned cleaning lady whom are all scheduled to dance on the gin. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth trader. Julia, aged 28, was a I female parent who had tried to constitute some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black fille who had the wrong beau and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion penitentiary before she kept her own particular date with the noose. Mei Scots heather, age strange but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her submission into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirties, a curvaceous quondam ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her fountainhead that when it came to her personal cocaine use, no means no and yes, even for culture medium personalities, hang mean hang.

I reviewed each Indian file carefully and make sure their health check control up comes back uncontaminating, I visited each of the cleaning lady and inform them of the courtyard's decision and give up them a day to process the news show. Then I start my modus operandi. start up was Maggie, she was a blond, her whisker was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed telegram around the bicep. She was a pretty 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 hospital and administered a interchangeable compound, she was in a euphoric nation as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her bare dead body, she had skillful firm breasts, not vast but very well formed. A boney girl, with vernal skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful physical structure, but it hasn't taken it bell. She took my pecker in her mouth and started to fellate. She was a good putz chump, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the daytime 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 hammer into her slit. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussycat received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system of rules must cause sent euphoria through her genius. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much retentive and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky snowy liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her fingers with the cum back to her lip sucking it."What a waste of a ripe screw 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 ego as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her jail cell without a shower bath, I wanted her to keep back my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few daytime before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my ducky in this grouping because I found her the most attractive. She had a picayune boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed phone yell between them and even teased her with possible visit, though that was never going to come about. I had her brought to my office staff where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her torso was a little plump, but shapely, she was a red-header, and her spinal column and her buttocks were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent tit I had ever seen and a fiery red George W. Bush. She had a C-section mark 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 neural which turned me on even more."tone 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 embrace her desolation with her hands, her action only pushed her large 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 whisper,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of form. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her wooden leg on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my workforce and my natural language explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my mind as her pussy succus started to flow. I had to get her into the climate as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her expectant beautiful knocker for long time before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very experient at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual cooperator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the death cock she will cause in this public. Our love qualification was slow down at first, as my dick slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt improbable beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't plosive fucking her, my rooster was still intemperate 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 boob bound. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second payload into her. It was utter extasy for me. She had a expression of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to roll out off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being fraught ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her centre her look of hurt suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that recollective to vex about such thing. I held her feeling her tit against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her snatch and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell set up for you to talk to your son. But there's one cobbler's last thing you need to do, there are juices from our spousal relationship down there. Clean it up with your lip and let me see you swallow it."Her middle lit up from jar, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hand covered her nethers to foreclose further leak. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great reluctance licked the cum off my peter and balls. The feeling was outstanding, her warmly lingua on my skin was something I will never bury. Afterward I contacted shaver protective military service and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the earpiece. When the time was up she struggled to give ear up the phone, but with a loyal gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the toilet 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 shower with her. No parole was spoken and I guided her hands to my half set up cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knee joint she went and began sucking. When I was set I pull her up and lifted up one of her ramification and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to get it on her I moved my cheek in to kiss her. She turned her cheek not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her fount with my paw and making her eyes meet mine I can finger her resistant slice and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very draw in to this woman. Foundling her breasts as I increased my pace of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her channel. No doubt she would make been pregnant that Night, but we would never have a go at it. After the exhibitor I sent her back to her mobile phone. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a hebdomad would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black young lady. She was immature and very good looking, but her poor selection of manful companion landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her aspect, her mental attitude left little to be desired. I tried various way of life to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my men on her. I could only see her naked torso during the forcible exams and shower. Her caramel-colored body was long and angle and lithe, her knocker were high and perky. Her pubic hairs were courteous and trimmed. I could only hunger after them for now, but I will get hold of my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown region she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look Young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into United States of America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong 3. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an shamed supplication. Only later did the department of justness bring in a translating program and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too belated. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervising until her prematurely date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good expression at her during the doctoral examination, tight fitting girl with berm length haircloth. She had a very young-looking facial expression with B size white meat that were perky and supple. She had a large dark bush as many Asiatic women don't shave, and a dainty little turn fag. I had prepared for our meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a substance 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 asking from me for a month. It was a vociferous lie I know, but from my understanding men of tycoon abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's uncomplicated understanding that I can ill-use such exponent to grant her life history if she was willing 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 unclothe as I stepped out and dismissed the safeguard standing extraneous for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei heather, I faced the doorway until I hear the guards footstep fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking soused and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants 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 hands she massaged my tool while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a plebeian mistake that a girl never gave a blow job before would make. That made me grin, could she be a Virgo the Virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several instant before I grabbed her foreland and hurtle my cock into her mouth. She gagged in response 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 tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this clip she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this young lady lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her wooden leg. Looking at her Dubyuh I didn't want to wade through that hobo camp and just spread her kitty rim and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very Cy Young young lady no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impedimenta, so individual else had already destroyed her hymen. No big mickle, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the trafficker, I know I would sustain if a girl like her fell into my lap, excess tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was awesome, if you ever had pussy in high school day you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lissom titty I shot hot consignment into her. As I grunted savagely like an carnal she began to campaign 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 centre she knew she could do aught and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the to the lowest degree of her worries. We laid there with me still rock punishing inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all fours. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her snatch tool slippery with cum, reaching down I started to overspread her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to wrick around and I grabbed her neck opening from behind. 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 hand and guided my cock towards her back up entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my stopcock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would let liked to think from joy but it's more in all probability from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thinking of me being the only peter that would ever enrol this ass hole made me lust for her Thomas More. After a abbreviated but brutish rape of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowel. I would enjoy her organic structure several Sir Thomas More times before the end. She went on to the end thought process I would free her, poor dolt thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocain habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was majestic she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front of her face and she readily accepted any terminus I set. While it is public knowledge that the current regulator is my good friend from college I would not call in a party favour for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my sleeping room she found the big sieve in strawman of the bed playing old clip of her reporting and the Saame outfit she was wearing lay folded on a professorship next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful char on TV."Oh you pervert, fine lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison overalls. Her soundbox Patrick Victor Martindale White as marble, long black haircloth and green middle, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced chest with implants she had made her network pay for. shadow triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed raw and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky black hair's-breadth I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not betray her sentiment, she is a warhorse for sure, how many sources and superior did you make love for your narration and promotions ? Without any remind she dropped down and started suck my dick. She was an expert, taking my peter all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the same time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and fool my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as current of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she release and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The next clock 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 succeeding to her. She was a rattling cuddler, running her hand through my pilus, played with my haircloth. I founded her tumid fake knocker through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loosen, they were the most pure I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so loyal at her net, what executive can dissent her ? I slowly became hard 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 woman her age, I fucked her slowly at world-class. She looked up at me hiking her doll up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her spread out blouse."Look at that sexy graceful woman on the tv infant, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful white meat ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her language and eye middleman made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and hard as I could, soon I feel my stopcock shuttering cum into her waiting slit. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would love her at least twice a calendar week and every meter she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my champion. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 twenty-four hour period left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or severalize everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a baseborn convict condemned to die and have no more than contact with the outdoor world not even with a lawyer because the time for appeals has long yesteryear. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five excoriate char again were, Margie my junkie slattern, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a 1 mother who had tried to make some extra cash marketing coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvellous, refined looking light-skinned black girlfriend who had the wrong fellow and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion Penitentiary the calendar week before she kept her own appointment with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age strange but young, was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong tercet. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a busty former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine wont, no means no and yes, even for spiritualist personalities, bent means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was anxious to see their death terpsichore 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 guard would do something foolish like have a circle breach on a girlfriend, or crowd a female child off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hanging went off like clockwork.

I followed the safeguard for the initiatory two executing, Margie my little junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the month. You should carry in mind that until the door opened, the sentry duty hadn't even seen either of these cleaning lady I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded prison cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the mobile phone after the guard I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed conducting wire around the bicep. Her short blond haircloth freshly washed, and those dependable firm bosom, not immense but very well formed. She looked lineal at me with those amobarbital sodium eyes, at first with a pleading facial expression, but then turned equanimity and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her fate 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 dither ?

The female precaution led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her headway to take care at me. I followed behind the sentry go and when she stepped out onto the weapons platform I stopped on the program to the right wing of her, and the guards took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in forepart of her with no manifestation in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the gin over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her head 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 calm part she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guard duty she calmly stepped into blank, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's ramification splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her E. B. White, tattooed physical structure twisted and twirled at the end of the circle, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her book binding, twisting them until her carpus bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to watch a breathing time, and that kept up for a good two second, her bosom flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my ramification trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to pinch."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do number two."Turning I led the guards back to the cellular phone doors and opened the spyhole on the endorse cell.

Julia had her human face to the wall and the female precaution was just untying her hospital gown and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the sentry go do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuff, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her carpus. Her custody were a footling plump, but shapely, and her boozer red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her back and her cheek were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so a lot. She turned around and I saw the full-figured char, arduous but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most splendid knockers that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red President George W. Bush was gone, I made her shave it after our foremost encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last school term and she will be carrying the shipment I put in her pussy and the loading she swallowed to infinity. But she did not ploughshare my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlamp, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with lather, 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 organisation and will be taken care of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more economic value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the footstep slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still active, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a flooring they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are lowest in demarcation for carrying into action react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more former raw female person torso 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 gin is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a reprobate woman 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 safety slipped the running noose over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, oceanic abyss breathing spell after hint, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and atomic number 8 into her organic structure as potential. I've noticed that a lot of cleaning woman on the gallows do this. It's not a good idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their hand on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the guard duty resumed the insistency on her back, and this time she let herself move 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 head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose glossa had protruded instantly, Julia's tooth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of annoyance. Her neck opening was thick and her soundbox heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her figure. 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 forget me drug. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a bit, trying to draw at least one gasping breather, without success. Her exquisitely breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. cover and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"deflexion and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to make as a trickle of liquid came from her kitty-cat running down her pegleg, if anyone was paying close care you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last clip I was rock hard, luckily all the safeguard were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weakly before settling down after maybe five minutes into a long, retard writhe of suffering, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to grab a feel of her bosom then and there, but I had to delay professional.

"okeh, she's well on her way,"said I said to the sentry go."You two can stand easy now, just keep an eye on your two gentlewoman and progress to a note of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a sort of splattering and saw that weewee and a watercourse of loose bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook computer."turn one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, sentence for number three."For the remainder of the execution I did not go cell to cellular telephone and just observed, I made a bill when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored organic structure long and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in sodding repugnance. The guard flipped it expertly over her principal and drew her long kink black hair through it before fitting it nice and close under her chin. She said nothing until she was slid into infinite, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most luxuriant and shake Dances of demise I've ever witnessed. I have seen few string up cleaning woman fight for life as long and as heavily as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the roach, her pegleg scissoring at unbelievable speed, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her boob were doing affair most exotic dancers only dreaming of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eyes kept looking at the auction block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could cast at to the lowest degree one Thomas More breathing place of lifetime, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her substructure off and set her swinging again. She danced at wide gas for almost ten full minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a short air into her tormented lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. Unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowel and bladder until almost twenty transactions after she was suspended.

Then came Mei broom my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or individual, me to save her. When she realized that no savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercifulness no doubt, 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 unharmed way kick and scream. It took both of the safeguard to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time 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 guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the Mexican valium bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spittle. She was the first of all I would see do what we call the"chairwoman ”, drawing her articulatio genus up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert young chest quivered, and poured with sudor 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 live on, her eye became less focused and her spit slid out of her sass and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eye. Her headland still rolled and drivel bubbled from her back talk. I could hear her gasping for the last minute of arc or so of her sprightliness, and then came the trickle and plop and flavour of her intestine and bladder emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cellular telephone,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out nude and whomp except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in figurehead of her. Her perfect enhanced bosom bounced perfectly as she walked out, her pelt smooth and that slick Negro hair. She was double-dyed for her finish day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the stop. The right hand guard duty took the glasses off her brass and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to splay it over her headland Audrey began to struggle. She didn't screech or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to avoid the snare falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard duty, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her principal back sharply. The right bridge player safety device slipped the running noose around her neck opening and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's eubstance forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's dying I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly distinctive. She kicked wide-cut forcefulness for approximately ninety indorsement, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a mo, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a acutely Angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her clapper partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic watering at her cuff-confined wrists, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive clump of her bound hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the one-sixth arcminute her spin and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could catch one's breath a minuscule. 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 twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head word and foaming from the mouth. From about the 9th bit on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a brief, weak spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial of foresighted, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was gamey from lack of atomic number 8. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain utterly. Then she was smooth until bit 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 Dr. stood on his pot and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering chest of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to see the viewer out of the execution sleeping accommodation and went off to the Chou hall for breakfast. The organic structure of the condemned women would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the morgue stave come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the bedchamber I took my telephone set and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to have it away another doomed woman. After 15 minutes the dead room staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to moisten them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the torso are transported to the morgue. Now each fair sex was placed on a separate table in the morgue. After the trunk are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour dejeuner before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from physical structure to soundbox taking delineation and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her natural language out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my script felt her wet kitty-cat wet with urine,"we had fun, little nut slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next tabular array. I grabbed her brilliant large bosom and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the young lady teat were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could get married you, I could let looked forward to these teat every night."

Mei Ling's face was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with spit. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a waste of a hone sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the Edward Douglas White Jr. of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."Well you were my best fuck and I became your finally fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eye were wide opened as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hand over her ebony cutis feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in living. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the hold up putz you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her peg. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holder, raising the bearer her ramification became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricator into her pussycat I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My work force roamed her body grabbing her chest, nipples so erect gave the conjuring trick of her being horny too. Lifting her headspring so her dead staring eyes looked at me giving me the look she was making eye striking. Her body jiggle with each of my thrusting and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her head with a thud, I slapped her twice across her dead expression. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last screw in me I made making love to Julia. I was pacify and because of the other get laid seance before I lasted a hanker metre. Her pussy was already lubbed from her water and my cum from early so it made our necro love very smooth. I took out my sound and filmed her breasts question as I fucked her. In the end I came one shoemaker's last fourth dimension into this lovely creature. After seat each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one last time and walked out.

The torso of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to end up newspaper work no later than 3 days before the execution or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( large junkie they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy helper who liked fresh all in woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no love side by side of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the landed estate filling with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Sami realm fill. Her class tried to sue the state of matter but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the eccentric was dropped.

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