The dim Porsche convertible security screeched into the car Mungo Park, coming to a check in the bay nearest the primary door in a swarm of junk ; the charwoman driving it flung spread out the doorway and leaving it wide open, ran towards the entry. She was a 32 twelvemonth old long-haired blonde, wearing a white blouse, a short Grey suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her fuzz was lax around her shoulders.

Reaching the threshold of the edifice, she flung it loose wide-eyed and rushed through into the wide brightly lit response orbit. Pausing a second to get her charge, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a loud voice.

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

The woman behind the desk, a cleaning woman of about 40 with her moody hair pulled into a lax knot and wearing the bootleg and white uniform of the department of correction, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"Name ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are late,"the department of Corrections cleaning woman said"I was just about to come forth the countenance for your family"

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

Kayleigh had been convicted of defalcation and fraud while in office 10 days earlier, a capital crime, but had been released for the 10 days prescribed by law in order to"put her personal business in order"before her execution. The return of the condemned prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their partners, minor, parents and other close relatives ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the process ), would be executed instead. When the cognitive process had been introduced 25 years earlier, few thought it would work, but a few high-profile good example of solid fellowship being put to end had quickly ensured almost total compliance.

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

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

"Let me moderate ”, the DoC woman said.

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

Kayleigh waited growing More and more agitated as the minute of arc passed.

After about 5 instant the other woman returned.

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

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

"Right down to the far end"The DoC womanhood snapped, pointing to a large metal door set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left field of the reception desk"Go !"

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

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

Kayleigh raised her hand to designate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was undone, she pulled her coat of arms out of the arm and threw it to the ground, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the snap at the back of her annulus, she pushed it down over her rose hip, paused slightly get let it fall down her stage, then with a slight misstep, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was next, dropping to the trading floor to reveal a pair of full, rounded chest, with big dark pink nipples, breast that bounced enticingly as she ran.

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

She turned back towards the fair sex at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her scanty down her legs, to expose a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair at her groin, that belied the color of the hair on her header, stepped out of the panties, turned around, pulled the metal door open and stepped inside.

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

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of mixed relief and pinch on her face. easing that she had managed to save her family from her own fortune, taking into custody, because of the botheration and dying to that was to come.

The doorway remained open and the woman heard the executioner read out the charge and the verdict. There was then a moment's secretiveness, followed by a rale as the soldiers prepared their weapons. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut her eyes, then with a auditory sensation like remote scag, it was all over. The woman saw a splatter of red marks appear across Kayleigh full bosom and saw her push violently backwards into the wall behind her, where she stood motionless for a moment, before her branch gave way and she slid down the wall, leaving a red cytologic smear behind her. As her bottom hit the floor, she toppled onto her leftfield English to lay half in and half out the alloy doorway, the bloody wounds in her bosom clearly visible.

A few seconds later a Danton True Young ship's officer appeared in the door and reached down to palpate Kayleigh's cervix for a pulse. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon and placed the muzzle against the side of her head. He looked up at the cleaning woman at the desk, mouthed the word sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's head jerked and a gout of line commix with psyche matter shot out of the outlet injury as the bullet slammed into the storey beneath her. Her legs twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...