The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for eighteen years. The cobbler's last three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional Facility for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the gravid woman's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only capital punishment installation for fair sex in the Federal system. The prison house contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female offenders. These executing are almost entirely for drug criminal offence under the Substance control Act of 2010, although occasionally cleaning lady are also executed for other criminal offense such as murder on Federal place, terrorist-related offense, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising execution of instrument under what is known as the Anti narcotics agent Protocol.

The ANP was low brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every workweek. The large number of execution was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sales event of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the willpower of fairly minuscule amounts of drugs for any use, sales agreement or personal. America finally decided to get unplayful about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other upper-case letter punishment law in American history, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the initiatory few years there were at to the lowest degree a thousand execution of instrument at Femdea annually. Even though the drug threat has now been largely eliminated in the United res publica, there will always stay on a little phone number of citizenry who simply don't get the message, including women.

Female death penalty are now down to between three and four hundred per class, and are expected to stay on at that level for some time. In my own clip at Femdea, the fewest act of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest routine ten. The common turn of hangings on instruction execution mean solar day nowadays is normally between five and eight cleaning lady. With the ANP, this issue is manageable.

The legal appeals appendage takes about a year. Pardons and substitution are uncommon, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for carrying into action on daybreak a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmastime Day, the fourth part of July, or for some wry intellect, valentine's Day. ( Who says prison decision maker have no sentience of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her charm has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further hope for legal treatment and she must compose herself for death. This where the yell and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselors available for the sentence woman. They're good at their line, and this is why we have so few instance of adult female struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding electric cell on a farsighted row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised political platform approximately forty ft long and dozen feet wide, supported by concrete pillar. The low twelvemonth it was erected the warden of the sentence tried individual lying in wait doorway, but there were too many mechanically skillful problems and holdup, so Femdea switched to an former and simpler stepping-off organization. In front end of the platform are rows of folding chairwoman for witnesses. A single steel balance beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete rampart of the death house runs over the political platform at a top of about fifteen metrical foot. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillar near either end, and is far held up by blade temporary removal cables bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottomland of the beam, and the noosed roach are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on executing good morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the border of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the shaft and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the weapons platform is covered in industrial rug, except for gum elastic matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct gens, to the threshold of each holding cell. The rubber mat is laid down because sometimes the condemn women actually urinate in brat at the sight of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peep gob on the threshold of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The occlusion are just that, bombastic steel foursquare or tower with a set of five footprint leading up to them, with a carpet top. The R-2 are of seasoned manila paper hemp. The snare is of the Brits style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the common American-style slip noose with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this version won out because the execution team found it too a lot trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple execution of instrument. One noose dangles in front of each pulley block. The literal slaying crew who carry out the dangling are all virile corrections military officer ; female corrections officer are with each condemned char in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the sunup of the execution, I enter the last house by the inside door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her decease stock warrant and asking if she has any finally password 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 looker ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per slaying plus traveling disbursal and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock abrupt, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to mention, and I will give the signaling to begin.

The holding prison cell are numbered on the gallows side of meat, one through ten. I slides back the cheep hole slot on cubicle telephone number one. One of the distaff guard on the inside unlocks the doorway and admits the Warden and two male guards from the performance squad, thus making for a somewhat crowd together prison cell. When the spyhole slides open, the second distaff guard asking that the captive stand up. She is wearing a egg white hospital test gown with only a unity string tie at the back. When the execution squad enters, the female guard duty postulation that the prisoner turn around and face the paries. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech of any form, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female safeguard then unties the hospital nightgown and lets it flow to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the total humiliation is to be persona of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to discase them and tear off dress and underwear soaked with ordure and water. ) The female safety draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guard duty cuff her.

She is then led out the threshold, a few legal brief steps along the India rubber mat, up the steps and onto the cube, which is large enough for three mass to stand on the top. She has a Male guard on either side of her, holding her arms. The sentry duty on her right field reaches out with one paw and secures the gin. While the guard on the leftfield holds both implements of war and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the redress ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each safeguard keeps one handwriting on the prisoner's human elbow, place their former men on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any Logos or further delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually push button unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently actuate her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned fair sex drops two to three human foot and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her cervix, there is a variety of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden shock, her caput is tilted forcibly upward and to the left wing at an slant, and then for anywhere from sixty minute to fifteen minutes or to a greater extent, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly dissimilar, as unique as a snow bunting. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the thought that a erupt cervix causes instant death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major paroxysm, but there is knockout twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging fair sex's head rolls back and forth, sometimes origin coming from her mouth as she bites her spit. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned charwoman usually kicks wildly on air for various transactions, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the rope creak. With the vacillation of her consistence and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her tit jiggle and bound enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rophy, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her fountainhead. Most advert women attempt to do the"bunny girl hop,"trying to leap out or draw themselves upward to take a little of the insistence off the running noose and perhaps draw in a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they bring home the bacon, although the resulting thin downward drop cinches the snare still tighter around their cervix. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few mo. In that case the guard duty, who have by now come down from the city block and are standing on either side of it in rescript to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first groundless convulsion and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the atrocious stretching, as the flow charwoman's toes seem to stretch down and her body archway, as she seeks some variety of floor beneath her to alleviate the agony of the circle. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to release More than cut, first to the right wing and then to the leftfield. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the oculus of a hanged womanhood who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the captive makes diminished, odd gasping disturbance, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic form, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the boob, 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 animated cartoon. The functionary finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a current of feces and urine is released into a tile public treasury with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drainage and standing on a dejection and wearing latex baseball glove, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked lavation cloth. At this tip death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty indorsement after she shits. You can see the brightness go out in their center, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other cleaning woman who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the real strong-arm struggle of the number one executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell phone number two and opens the peephole, the indorse excoriate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the total outgrowth is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her roofy comes cell numeral three's turn, and so onward until all of Friday's muckle of reprobate cleaning lady are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the appendage, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of top executive over the captive, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The doom charwoman always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain death. So I used my position and power to build myself a harem of temp adult female. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned woman whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic on the gin. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out chalk bargainer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some duplicate cash selling snow and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned black little girl who had the awry boyfriend and possibly took some gratification in the fact that he had already swung in Marion penitentiary before she kept her own date with the running noose. Mei Ling, age alien but Danton True Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirties, a luxurious onetime ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent agency hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make sure their medical examination check up comes back fresh, I visited each of the women and inform them of the lawcourt's determination and reserve them a day to process the news. Then I start my routine. first-class honours degree up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hairsbreadth was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed conducting wire around the bicep. She was a somewhat daughter but as a dealer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a interchangeable compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her naked body, she had good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny missy, with young hide, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it price. She took my pecker in her mouth and started to suckle. She was a good cock sucker, no uncertainty she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful oculus, I was after all making the days to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock 'n' roll when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard hammer into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my pecker easily. She was sozzled and wet as my stopcock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must ingest sent euphoria through her mastermind. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much tenacious and climaxed into her waiting slit. As I pulled out, sticky white-hot liquidness slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her stoop and returned her fingerbreadth with the cum back to her rima oris sucking it."What a wastefulness of a in force fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junky bitch was going at it, she's going to be unfuckably ugly soon."I thought to my self as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her cubicle without a exhibitor, I wanted her to bear my cum for the night, my give for her. I gave her a hit every few days 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 demand if I allowed phone call between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to happen. 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 George Walker Bush. She had a caesarean delivery scar above her crouch,"at least her slit will be tight."I thought to myself She had her centre down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."aspect at me"I said with a stern vocalism. 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 cut across her nakedness with her hands, her action only pushed her big breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the sire 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 course. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hired hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my bridge player on her thighs, she spread her peg on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my hands and my glossa explored her chthonic region. She moaned and put her hands on my headland as her cunt succus started to fall. I had to get her into the mode as she was an late 20s and flighty. I played with her orotund beautiful breasts for age before letting her suction me. She wasn't very feel at it as she did say the truth of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will have in this world. Our love making was sluggish at commencement, as my tool slid in and out of her wet kitty. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't observation as I didn't stop fucking her, my cock was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breast bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a instant loading into her. It was gross extasy for me. She had a feeling of surprisal"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 pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye point. Her eyes her look of suffering suddenly turned to hurt as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her bosom against my torso and my cum slowly leaking out of her slit and on to my balls."You were terrific Julia, I have the cell gear up for you to talk to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juices from our matrimony down there. houseclean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow it."Her heart 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 prevent far leakage. After going in the a kneel side she slowly and with great disinclination licked the cum off my turncock and balls. The feeling was great, her lovesome tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. 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 clip was up she struggled to cling up the sound, but with a firm gesture I took the telephone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bath and turned on the exhibitor. 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 bath with her. No Holy Scripture was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my rooster in her pussy. As I started to know her I moved my cheek in to kiss her. She turned her nerve not wanting to buss me. Grabbing her face with my script and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistant disappearance and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my persona I was passionate as I was very attracted to this char. Foundling her breasts as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canals. No uncertainty she would have been fraught that night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cellular telephone. 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, refined looking light-skinned ignominious missy. She was young and very good looking, but her poor selection of manly fellow landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looking, her position 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 hand on her. I could only see her naked body during the physical test and shower. Her caramel-colored body was prospicient and inclination and lithe, her boob were senior high school and perky. Her pubic hairs were skillful and trimmed. I could only thirst after them for now, but I will take my lecherousness out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unsung she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asian look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her introduction into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English people and her populace defender simply turned over an hangdog plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only trust communicated what had happened, by that time it was too later. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her unseasonable escort with the slip noose. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good looking at at her during the doctoral examination, weedy miss with articulatio humeri length hair. She had a very young-looking look with B size chest that were perky and supple. She had a large iniquity bush as many Asian charwoman don't shave, and a nice petty round butt. I had prepared for our meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a content which conveyed something along the business of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of mogul abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can step such king to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the composition to me and simply nodded oral presentation in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to divest as I stepped out and dismissed the precaution standing away for 60 transactions. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the door until I hear the safety stride fade. Then turning I see Mei broom was naked and laying in bed looking wet and pall. I walked up to the bed while taking off my bloomers and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her rima oris. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her manpower she massaged my rooster while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a uncouth error that a girl 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 respective minute of arc before I grabbed her straits and push up my cock into her oral fissure. 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 trigger-happy eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my rooster, this metre she opened her mouth and took the tip of my stopcock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a piddling deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at to the lowest degree half way in. Getting turned on by this girls lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her stage. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her pussycat sass and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very Brigham Young girlfriend no Sir Thomas More than 18 but I think she was even new ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impediment, so soul else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the vendor, I know I would have if a little girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the impression was nonplus, if you ever had pussy in high school day you would make out what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her svelte chest I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to push me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. maternity is the to the lowest degree of her concern. We laid there with me still shake hard inside her, I was still hornlike and I flip her around on all quartet. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy stopcock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to disperse her fag cheeks. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from stern. She was weeping by now, saying affair that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other manus and guided my cock towards her bet on entryway. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would feature liked to think from delight but it's more in all probability from pain. That was a squiffy asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the alone cock that would ever get into this ass hole made me lustfulness for her More. After a brief but brutal rape of that Virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would love her soundbox several more meter before the end. She went on to the end mentation I would free her, poor people stupid affair, well at to the lowest degree 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 proud she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in movement of her expression and she readily accepted any damage I set. While it is public noesis that the current governor is my just friend from college I would not call in a favor for a composition of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big sieve in front of the bed playing old clips of her coverage and the same 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 fair sex on TV."Oh you pervert, fine Lashkar-e-Taiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison boilersuit. Her consistency Elwyn Brooks White as marble, long inglorious hair and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breast with implants she had made her network pay for. night triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and annulus with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed defenseless 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 give away her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many author and superiors did you get it on for your history and promotional material ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling stochasticity and moaning at the Saami time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her eyeglasses and I just couldn't take it and dash my encumbrance. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as streams of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she release and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouthpiece and swallowed. The next fourth dimension she smiled her oral cavity 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 wonderful cuddler, running her handwriting through my pilus, played with my hair. I founded her vauntingly fake breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fast at her web, what administrator can resist her ? I slowly became gruelling again playing with her, she smiled and put down her meth. But this fourth dimension I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her bird up so its easier for me then pushing her knocker together with her open blouse."flavour at that sexy elegant cleaning lady on the tv baby, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breasts ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her words and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a long meter after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a calendar week and every time she asked about her amnesty 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 recite everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly convict condemned to die and have no More middleman with the out-of-door Earth not even with a lawyer because the time for appeals has long past. Her aroused out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned cleaning lady again were, Margie my junky slattern, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out chicken feed dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to realize some extra immediate payment selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the cunt, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black young woman who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some gratification in the fact that he had swung in Marion Penitentiary the week before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirties, a sybaritic sometime ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for spiritualist personalities, hang means hang.

I have to acknowledge 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 courtesan 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 Mexican valium break on a young woman, or crusade a girl off the mental block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the first two executing, Margie my little nut trollop and Julia my darling cum telephone receiver of the calendar month. You should expect in creative thinker that until the room access opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these cleaning woman 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 cell after the guard I didn't see Margie until her script were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed conducting wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those good firm chest, not immense but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue heart, at commencement with a pleading facial expression, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more roll in the hay or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her lot but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was cipher she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even ferment her chief to depend at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the political program I stopped on the platform to the right 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 running noose in movement of her with no saying in her face at all. One of the sentry duty reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her brain and around her neck, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her drumhead to look at me briefly saying goodbye with her heart and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the safety device she calmly stepped into outer space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her Edward White, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the rophy, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed deal against the small of her dorsum, twisting them until her radiocarpal joint bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two bit, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye addict slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do figure two."Turning I led the guards back to the mobile phone doorway and opened the peephole on the indorsement cell.

Julia had her case to the wall and the distaff guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it fall when I entered the jail cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the distaff safeguard gently brought her branch behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her alky red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to attend salutary on the day ), and her spinal column and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so very much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, fleshy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the live on calendar month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first skirmish. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last school term and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not share my exuberance, her human face was stunned, like a deer in the headlight, and I notice that her whole organic structure was glistening with sweat, the vitriolic sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken tending of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your body 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 noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alert, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are finale in line for capital punishment react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other defenseless female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solution to that may sound odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own gin is in social movement of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few sentence I have seen a condemned adult female 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 guard slipped the noose over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her oculus and started drawing in cryptical, trench intimation after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to sop up as much air and O into her body as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a good idea, because it simply prolongs the torment, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your intimation is about to be choked off forever. The precaution put their custody on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a present moment she was going to originate struggling, but the precaution resumed the pressure on her back, and this clip she let herself go 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 lingua had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her side was a curve rictus of bother. Her neck was duncical and her body heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her legs kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could take hold of the rophy. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened leg going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to run at least one gasping breathing time, without winner. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jell-O. Back 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 step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her branch. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last sentence I was rock hard, luckily all the guard were facing away from me. She grew decrepit and weaker before settling down after maybe five arcminute into a long, slow writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the Mexican valium. I had to push the urge to grab a flavor of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the sentry go."You two can tolerate prosperous now, just keep an eye on your two madam and defecate a note of the time when they shit. delay, there goes one now."I heard a form of splashing and saw that pee and a stream of loose bowel drive were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, metre for identification number three."For the rest of the execution I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a banknote when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body yearn and be given and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in virginal repulsion. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her recollective loop disgraceful hairsbreadth through it before fitting it nice and cubbyhole under her chin. She said nothing until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and exciting saltation of demise I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged women fighting for aliveness as long and as hard as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible hurrying, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stair. Her breasts were doing things most alien dancers only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her bulk eyes kept looking at the cube that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one Sir Thomas More breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the safeguard pushed her feet off and set her swing again. She danced at full gun for almost ten wax minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the forget me drug. unconscious, but not short. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty minute of arc after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Calluna vulgaris my footling 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 rescuer would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no question, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they forethought. Her supple B cup chest quivered as she cried every step of the way to the chopine. She tried to refuse the unanimous way kicking and scream. It took both of the safety to get the noose on her and set her. When the sentence came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The shock on her look was priceless but before she can beg or cuss the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rophy bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to guggle and her mouthpiece foamed with saliva. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chairman ”, 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 breasts quivered, and poured with travail while she bunny-hopped for breather and then scissored for a min at a time before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focalize and her tongue slid out of her lip and I saw that unclouded I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could discover her gasping for the last minute or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and olfactory modality of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

close but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out raw and cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in social movement of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silken black whisker. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right hand safety took the shabu off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to slide it over her drumhead Audrey began to struggle. She didn't screech or say anything, but simply jerked her headway back and forth, trying to annul the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard, who had met this tactics before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's pilus and pulled her head back sharply. The right hired man guard slipped the snare around her neck 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 body forward and she stumbled off the city block and swung into the air.

Audrey's decease I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked fully effect for approximately xc sec, 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 second gear, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest of drawers heaved. Her mind was at a sharp angle, her eyes goggling but still witting and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrist, with bleeding, and I noticed the Saami spastic thumping of her saltation hands into the diminished of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth hour her whirl and turning seems to have gotten her a abbreviated here and now or two where she could breathe a slight. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the fully minute, and then the quiver and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the back talk. From about the 9th minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the political program. In infinitesimal twelve there was a brief, weak cramp 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 gasp that drew no air. Her spit now rolled out fully and it was gloomy from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been Einstein dead. Then she was lull 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 stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each adult female, and pronounced them all perfectly. I ordered the safety to escort the witnesses out of the execution bedroom and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The trunk of the condemned fair sex would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 hour before the morgue stave come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their body, with everyone out of the bedroom I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to bet at them to get me excited before I go to fuck another doomed woman. After 15 bit the morgue staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the organic structure to wash them and lowering them down on coping stone. Then the physical structure are transported to the dead room. Now each fair sex was placed on a differentiate table in the morgue. After the bodies are placed I allow the dead room stave a 2 minute lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 gentlewoman. I walk from body to soundbox taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her optic closed with her tongue out, I kissed her tasting her spit while my hand felt her wet kitty-cat wet with urine,"we had fun, piffling junkie slut."

Julia's vacant dying stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next board. I grabbed her glorious tumid breasts and sucked on her erect nipple ( all the girls mamilla were set up from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could stimulate looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei Trapa bicornis's face was distorted with care and stupor and foamed with spittle. I slide 2 fingers in her puss,"such a permissive waste of a double-dyed sex slave."

Audrey's eye rolled upwards and I could only see the ovalbumin of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her look and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."Well you were my sound piece of ass and I became your last fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were blanket heart-to-heart as she fought so desperately for her biography. I ran my hands over her jet black skin feeling her bosom."Well, kick I couldn't fuck you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last putz you will ever have."With that I go the end of the board and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her pegleg in the bearer, raising the holders her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricant into her kitty-cat I rammed my stopcock in. She was still ardent and severity has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hired hand roamed her eubstance grabbing her breasts, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being ruttish too. Lifting her headway so her beat staring eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her body jiggled with each of my stab and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling system puss. Dropping her headland with a thumping, I slapped her twice across her abruptly face. With the last daughter conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each female child until I was horny again. With only one last shag in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other fuck sessions before I lasted a tenacious time. Her snatch was already lubbed from her piddle and my cum from early so it made our necro sexual love very politic. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts move as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this lovely brute. After place each consistency back the way they were I kissed Julia one last time and walked out.

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

Maggie's future of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a loaded helper who liked wise perfectly woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

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

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the same land fill. Her family tried to sue the nation but since there was not grounds of any paperwork the typeface was dropped.

Audrey's body was auctioned at a undivided cabaret 5 hours after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ashes were spread over Golden State where she was born .