The Warden's tarradiddle

I have been Warden for eighteen years. The last-place three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional adeptness for cleaning lady at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the gravid women's prison house in the country, and also because it is the site of the solely capital punishment facility for woman in the Federal system. The prison house contains the solely gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of distaff offenders. These capital punishment are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other crimes such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the obligation of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising execution under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to hold out between ten and twenty executions every week. The large number of executions was due to the means mastery Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sales agreement of prohibited narcotics except for cannabis, and also for the ownership of fairly little amounts of drugs for any use, sales event or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital letter penalty law in American chronicle, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few years there were at least a thousand carrying out at Femdea annually. Even though the drug bane has now been largely eliminated in the United State, there will always remain a small turn of hoi polloi who simply don't get the message, including women.

female person executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that layer for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the big number ten. The common number of hangings on execution of instrument 24-hour interval nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this numeral is manageable.

The legal appeals mental process takes about a year. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inpatient's charm has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on sunrise a month from the day, unless that day falls on Noel Day, the twenty-five percent of July, or for some wry reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sensation of body fluid ? ) The prisoner is brought to my billet and informed that her appeal has been denied and her condemnation will be duly carried out in one month meter, that there is no boost hope for legal intervention and she must compile herself for end. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological pleader available for the condemned woman. They're safe at their jobs, and this is why we have so few representative of cleaning woman struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding mobile phone on a yearn row of cells which runs analog with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a level in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately forty feet retentive and twelve substructure encompassing, supported by concrete pillars. The first-class honours degree year it was erected the warden of the time tried somebody trap doors, but there were too many mechanical trouble and delays, so Femdea switched to an former and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the chopine are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete paries of the death star sign runs over the program at a height of about fifteen base. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is foster held up by steel hanging cable bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the light beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these thunderbolt, threaded in manually by the set-up bunch on death penalty morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the border of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in straw man of the platform.

The story of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for safe matting which runs from the ten step-off pulley-block, or taboret to make them their ancient and even out public figure, to the door of each holding mobile phone. The rubber mat is laid down because sometimes the doom women actually urinate in terror at the wad of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a chirrup hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The cube are just that, large steel squares or mainstay with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The rope are of seasoned Manila halter. The noose is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style snare with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this reading won out because the execution squad found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many slip noose needed for multiple capital punishment. One noose dangles in battlefront of each block. The actual instruction execution gang who carry out the hangings are all Male corrections officers ; female correction policeman are with each condemned womanhood in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the daybreak of the murder, I enter the death house by the inside door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from mobile phone to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her dying warrant and asking if she has any last watchword to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual slaying will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the functionary attestor ( no culture medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travelling expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock acutely, once all the slip noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give way the signaling to begin.

The holding cells are numbered on the gallows slope, one through ten. I slides back the peek kettle of fish slot on prison cell number one. One of the female guard on the interior unlocks the doorway and admits the Warden and two male person guards from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded jail cell. When the eyehole slides candid, the second distaff safety postulation that the captive stand up. She is wearing a Andrew Dickson White hospital examination gown with only a single string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female safety device requests that the captive turn around and face the paries. Ideally, from then on until the captive is dead, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't study out that way. The female guard then unties the infirmary scrubs and lets it fall to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the supply humiliation is to be part of their penalization, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary squad wouldn't have to strip them and root for off dresses and underwear soaked with stool and urine. ) The distaff precaution draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handlock her.

She is then led out the room access, a few brief steps along the arctic mat, up the tone and onto the cylinder block, which is large enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a manly guard duty on either face of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both coat of arms and steadies the captive, the one on the right wing 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 hand. Each safeguard keeps one bridge player on the captive's articulatio cubiti, place their other hands on the prisoner's speed back and lower back respectively, and without any intelligence or further delay they"assist"her, as the functionary terminology says, off the block. They don't actually push unless the captive is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemn woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck opening, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her drumhead is tilted forcibly upward and to the left wing at an angle, and then for anywhere from lx seconds to fifteen minutes or more than, she does the dancing of Death, which is always fascinating to ascertain. Every Dance is slightly unlike, as unequalled as a snow bunting. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the mind that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck opening is broken because there are no major turmoil, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's pass rolls back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her lip as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven min before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not reveal the cervix, and Death is by choking. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for respective instant, which of course has the consequence of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the roach creak. With the swinging of her torso and the heaving of her thorax as she tries to line breath, her breasts jiggle and leaping enticingly. She writhes and whirl at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her foreland. well-nigh hanged women attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to start or draw themselves upward to require a little of the insistence off the snare and perhaps run a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they come through, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a advert woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or pes back up on the auction block for a few arcsecond. In that face the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in monastic order to prevent that very thing, push her understructure off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking die down after a few minutes, and then comes the terribly stretch, as the hang up woman's toes seem to load down and her soundbox arch, as she seeks some kind of story beneath her to facilitate the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to call on to a greater extent than swing, first to the right wing and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this phase, because you can evidence that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond vision, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes minor, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the consistence 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 oral sex, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The functionary polish is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in expiry and a flow of feces and urine is released into a tile manger with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drainpipe and standing on a stool and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an inebriant and disinfectant-soaked slipstream fabric. At this point demise is presumed to accept occurred, but in my experience it's generally about XXX seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their heart, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of last, while all of this is going on the sentry go are not just standing there observing. There are other womanhood who must get together their erring baby on the gallows. Once the actual forcible struggle of the number 1 executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turn as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell number two and opens the peephole, the second condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the stallion cognitive process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her forget me drug comes cell number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned cleaning woman are hanging in the air. It is not unidentified, when there are less than five captive to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active voice, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the cognitive operation, I shall commence my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of power over the prisoners, which I must concede I have used for my own pleasure. The doom women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face sealed dying. So I used my place and ability to build myself a harem of temporary cleaning woman. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received file cabinet on five condemn woman whom are all scheduled to dance on the snare. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth trader. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some special cash selling C and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, graceful looking light-skinned black girl who had the unseasonable boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei burbot, 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 ternary. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous onetime ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine use, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each data file carefully and give sure their medical examination match up comes back clean, I visited each of the womanhood and inform them of the homage's conclusion and allow them a day to process the word. Then I start my routine. number one up was Maggie, she was a blond, her haircloth was cut short and her physical structure had respective intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girl but as a bargainer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the hospital and administered a similar chemical compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her boilers suit fell I saw her nude trunk, she had safe firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A weedy girl, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful trunk, but it hasn't taken it bell. She took my turncock in her mouth and started to suck. She was a good peter sucker, no dubiousness she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the days to her inevitable dying bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard dick into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was wet and wet as my putz slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he organisation must make sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much tenacious and climaxed into her waiting kitty. As I pulled out, muggy albumen liquid slowly dripped out of her slit. She giggled as she ran her finger's breadth down to her stoop and returned her digit with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this nut 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 electric cell without a shower, I wanted her to entertain my cum for the Nox, my deliver for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my darling in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a small boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my need if I allowed phone call between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to fall out. I had her brought to my position where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her torso was a petty plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her cover and her can were powdered with freckle. She turned around and I saw a full-figured cleaning lady, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red George W. Bush. She had a C-section scratch above her crouch,"at least her twat will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."looking at me"I said with a ass 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 pass over her nakedness with her hands, her action only pushed her tumid breast up forming a large segmentation 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 course. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hired man and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my work force on her thigh, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my deal and my tongue explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her pussy juice started to feed. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her large beautiful chest for ages before letting her suck me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did enjoin the truth of her lacking in sexual collaborator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will have in this globe. Our making love qualification was slow at first, as my turncock 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 period fucking her, my rooster was still heavy 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 bouncing. She rode faster and faster when I shot a mo cargo into her. It was thoroughgoing extasy for me. She had a spirit of surprisal"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to roll off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being significant ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her eyes her smell of suffering suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my consistence and my cum slowly leaking out of her slit and on to my chunk."You were howling Julia, I have the cellular telephone make for you to blab out to your son. But there's one live thing you need to do, there are juice from our sum down there. make clean it up with your sassing and let me see you take back it."Her eyes lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not hesitation and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hired man covered her nethers to prevent far outflow. After going in the a kneeling billet she slowly and with great reluctance licked the cum off my stopcock and balls. The feel was great, her ardent clapper on my peel was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted youngster 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 sound. When the time was up she struggled to fall up the phone, but with a business firm gesture I took the phone away. With bust in her eyes she walked to the privy 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 cascade with her. No Book was spoken and I guided her hands to my one-half put up 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 cock in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my side in to buss her. She turned her human face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can find her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my role I was passionate as I was very attract to this woman. Foundling her chest as I increased my tempo of driving force until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her channel. No doubt she would have been pregnant that Night, but we would never know. After the cascade I sent her back to her cell. I would have intercourse her the most of all the miss and once a workweek would arrange a 30 min birdcall for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was young and very good looking, but her poor choice of male associate landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looking at, her mental attitude left little to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my mitt on her. I could only see her au naturel eubstance during the physical examination and shower. Her caramel-colored organic structure was long and incline and lithe, her titty were high and perky. Her pubic whisker were nice and trimmed. I could only hunger after them for now, but I will contract my lecherousness out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the modality.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unidentified she was youth 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 America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public protector simply turned over an guilty supplication. Only later did the department of justice bring in a transcriber and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that prison term it was too late. A half ass appealingness later she was under my superintendence until her prematurely date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a goodness flavor at her during the doctorial examination, scraggy girl with shoulder length hair. She had a very young-looking aspect with B size of it breast that were perky and supple. She had a bombastic wickedness chaparral as many Asiatic women don't shaving, and a nice little one shot hind end. I had prepared for our group meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the line of products 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 calendar month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's childlike understanding that I can shout such mogul to grant her life 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 undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 bit. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the door until I hear the safeguard footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my knickers and underware, future to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouthpiece. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her custody she massaged my putz while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common mistake that a missy never gave a reverse job before would make. That made me smile, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several instant before I grabbed her headspring and push up my rooster into her backtalk. 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 fierce center sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my dick, this time she opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least one-half way in. Getting turned on by this little girl lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her pussy lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very untried miss no more than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her twat can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no blockage, so someone else had already destroyed her virginal membrane. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the vendor, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high school you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lissom breasts I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an carnal she began to agitate me off her but I was too stiff 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 middle she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her concern. We laid there with me still shake hard inside her, I was still ruttish and I flip her around on all fours. Her kitty may not had been a Virgo the Virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her keister cheeks. She immediately tried to turn over around and I grabbed her neck 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 early hand and guided my cock towards her backwards entry. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed menage, as I pushed she cried out. I would take liked to suppose from pleasure but it's more likely from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the only cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her more than. After a brief but cruel rape of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her gut. I would relish her consistence several more times before the end. She went on to the end thought process I would free her, poor stupid matter, well at to the lowest degree you were a heavy sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsperson with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was lofty she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front of her face and she readily accepted any full term I set. While it is world noesis that the flow governor is my dependable friend from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of snatch, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big blind in front of the bed playing old clips of her reporting and the same turnout she was wearing lay folded on a chairman 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 Army of the Pure get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison house overalls. Her body white as marble, long mordant hair and unripened eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced knocker with implants she had made her network pay for. night triangular scrub, an incongruous dyad of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panty. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her satiny black tomentum I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not grass her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many informant and superior did you fuck for your story and packaging ? Without any prompting 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 same time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glass and I just couldn't take it and shot my lading. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my tool as streams of hot cum entered her lip. When my cock stopped pulsating she handout and opened her oral cavity revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her sassing and swallowed. The future time she smiled her sass 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 next to her. She was a marvellous cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her large fake breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them free, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so debauched at her electronic network, what executive can resist her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her crank. But this meter I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at initiatory. She looked up at me hiking her chick up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her clear blouse."Look at that sexy refined cleaning lady on the tv sister, did you fantasise about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful bosom ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her Book and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and hard as I could, soon I feel my putz shuttering cum into her waiting kitty-cat. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would get it on her at least twice a week and every metre she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the asking to my friend. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her web or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly convict condemned to die and have no more middleman with the outdoor world not even with a lawyer because the fourth dimension for appeals has long past. Her worked up out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned cleaning woman again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my schoolmistress of the month, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to do some extra cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the gripe, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned Black girl who had the improper fellow and possibly took some expiation in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the week before she kept her own appointment with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan 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 thirty-something, a red-hot sometime ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her question that when it came to her personal cocaine drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for culture medium personalities, knack substance hang.

I have to include that I was anxious and a little sad. I was dying to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guard duty would do something foolish like have a Mexican valium break on a girl, or promote a young lady 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 wall hanging went off like clockwork.

I followed the guard for the first two executions, Margie my piddling junkie adulteress and Julia my favorite cum telephone receiver of the month. You should stick out in mind that until the door opened, the sentry duty hadn't even seen either of these charwoman I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the safety device 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 wire around the bicep. Her short-change blonde haircloth freshly washed, and those dear firm white meat, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. She looked lead at me with those dismal eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned composure and emotionless. She hoped for one more than screwing 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 hustle ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her head to depend at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the city block and climbed the steps up onto it, regarding the noose in front man of her with no construction in her nerve at all. One of the safety reached over and quickly slipped the noose 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 voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an aid from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her spit came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed eubstance convolute and twirled at the end of the forget me drug, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed script against the modest of her cover, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny girl hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a dependable two bit, her mamilla flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to cover my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."auf wiedersehen junkie jade"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her face to the rampart and the female sentry duty was just untying her hospital robe and letting it precipitate when I entered the cadre. I watched the safeguard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the turnup, the female guard gently brought her limb behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her lush red hairsbreadth was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her vertebral column and her butt were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so a great deal. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, operose but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers that I sucked on a founded for the final stage month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our live on academic session and she will be carrying the loading I put in her snatch and the load she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlight, and I notice that her whole body was glistening with sweat, the acrid elbow grease 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 certainly her boy will not be in the system and will be taken care of, pitiful 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 gin, and walked up the pace slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still animated, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a story they would never sense again. ( As an divagation, I am sometimes asked how the women who are final in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or More other naked female bodies dangling on rope, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may sound odd, but it's dead on target : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a decry fair sex look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their optic turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the noose over Julia's pass and closed it under her right ear. She didn't spirit at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, cryptical breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as often air and atomic number 8 into her soundbox as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a good theme, because it simply prolongs the torment, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breathing time is about to be choked off forever. The sentry duty put their mitt 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 sentry duty resumed the pressure sensation on her back, and this time she let herself affect forward until she dropped. Her tits were bombastic enough so that even from behind I could see them fall flat 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 knife had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of bother. Her neck was thick and her torso overweight, and you could see the roofy biting into it, burning itself into her physical body. Her wooden leg kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could grab the rope. Julia did the"pair of scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping breather, without success. Her fine white meat bounced and jiggled like Jello. spinal column and Forth River she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to wax an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to piss as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her branch, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a footling thicker and stuck to her ramification. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last time I was rock heavy, luckily all the safety were facing away from me. She grew weaker and fallible before settling down after maybe five transactions into a long, tiresome writhe of suffering, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to snaffle a feel of her chest then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"okeh, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stand leisurely now, just keep an eye on your two madam and make a preeminence of the prison term when they shit. waiting, there goes one now."I heard a form of splattering and saw that urine and a current of loose intestine movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the clock time in my notebook."numeral one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. O.K., time for routine three."For the eternal sleep of the instruction execution I did not go cell to cellular telephone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, nude and manacle and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body prospicient and lean and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her long curve black hair's-breadth through it before fitting it squeamish and close-fitting under her Kuki. She said zero until she was slid into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most excessive and exciting Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few fall women battle for animation as long and as intemperately as that disastrous lady friend did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her peg scissoring at incredible speed, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her bosom were doing matter most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulging optic kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at to the lowest degree one More hint of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at full throttle for almost ten full minute of arc, 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 roach. unconscious mind, but not all in. Naima didn't actually empty her gut and bladder until almost XX proceedings after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to relieve her. When she realized that no Christ would derive she started to cry and pleaded for mercifulness no question, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they precaution. Her supple B cup breast quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the completely way kicking and shrieking. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and make her. When the fourth dimension came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her headway towards me. The blow on her face 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 rope bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to verbalise. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her genu up almost parallel with her shank and letting them cling there for many s, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert Cy Young breasts quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a clip before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to live on, her eye became less concenter and her tongue slid out of her mouthpiece and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her heart. Her mind still rolled and slabber bubbled from her sassing. I could hear her gasping for the last second or so of her animation, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

hold up 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 naked and cuff except for her spectacles, which were riveted on the running noose in front of her. Her perfect enhanced white meat bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silky black whisker. She was perfect for her lowest day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The justly hand sentry go took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the gin, and as he tried to slip it over her straits Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand safety, who had met this maneuver before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's pilus and pulled her head back sharply. The right hand guard slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the chokepoint, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's dead body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few note on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked wide-cut force for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and Forth River for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty instant, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her titty bounced and wobbled and her dresser heaved. Her head was at a penetrating Angle, her eyes goggling but still witting and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic lachrymation at her cuff-confined radiocarpal joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her edge hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth instant her twisting and turning seems to bear gotten her a brief moment or two where she could suspire a piddling. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In min seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the wide minute, and then the palpitation and twitch began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the mouth. 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 chopine. In infinitesimal twelve there was a brief, frail cramp of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial publication of long, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her natural language now rolled out fully and it was dark from lack of atomic number 8. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brainpower dead. Then she was smooth until min fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and take a leak. Her eye-light went out about a moment later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison house doctor stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the sentry go to escort the attestator out of the execution chamber and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned fair sex would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the mortuary staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their body, with everyone out of the bedchamber I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to expect at them to get me aroused before I go to fuck another doomed adult female. After 15 minute of arc the dead room staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to launder them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a sort table in the morgue. After the trunk are placed I allow the dead room staff a 2 minute lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 noblewoman. I walk from eubstance to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her tongue out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my script felt her wet cunt wet with urine,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant end stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the following board. I grabbed her magnificent prominent boob and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girls nipples were vertical from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could receive looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei Trapa bicornis's face was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingerbreadth in her slit,"such a waste of a thoroughgoing sex slave."

Audrey's heart rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her side and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless womanhood."fountainhead you were my best fuck and I became your endure fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide give as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my hands over her ebony skin feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in biography. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last tool you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holders, raising the holder her leg became suspended in air making a utter V. applying some lube into her puss I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her boob, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being aroused too. Lifting her head so her dead everlasting eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her body wiggle with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her chilling kitty. Dropping her heading with a clump, I slapped her twice across her dead look. With the terminal girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each young woman until I was horny again. With only one last fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other fuck sitting before I lasted a long clock time. Her snatch was already lubbed from her weewee and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very smooth. I took out my headphone and filmed her boob motility as I fucked her. In the end I came one last clip into this adorable creature. After position each torso back the way they were I kissed Julia one finish time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to land up paper work no later than 3 twenty-four hours before the execution or the eubstance would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junky they were ), So I sold her to a loaded benefactor who liked fresh dead woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no experience next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the soil fill with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Saami Edwin Herbert Land fill. Her kinsperson tried to sue the land but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the face was dropped.

Audrey's body was auctioned at a sole social club 5 hour after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over Calif. where she was born .