The Warden 'S Tale


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The Warden's fib

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

Femdea is renowned as the declamatory women's prison in the res publica, and also because it is the situation of the solitary capital penalty facility for women in the Federal soldier system. The prison contains the only if gallows designed specifically for the multiple instruction execution of female wrongdoer. These execution of instrument are almost entirely for drug umbrage under the Substance restraint Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for former offense such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related offensive, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the province of Warden and in armorial bearing of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was kickoff brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the formula method of Death by lethal injectant was short, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every week. The large routine of execution of instrument was due to the gist ascendancy Act, which essentially provides the destruction penalty for any sales event of proscribed narcotics except for cannabis, and also for the possession of fairly diminished amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. United States finally decided to get grievous about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early capital penalisation law in American language history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the get-go few years there were at least a k executing at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United res publica, there will always remain a little issue of people who simply don't get the substance, including women.

Female death penalty are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that floor for some clock time. In my own time at Femdea, the fewest number of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the tumid number ten. The usual number of hangings on performance Clarence Day nowadays is normally between five and eight charwoman. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal entreaty mental process takes about a year. free pardon and exchange are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a Death row inmate's charm has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Yule Day, the fourth part of July, or for some ironic rationality, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrator have no sense of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office staff and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one calendar month meter, that there is no further hope for legal intervention and she must frame herself for Death. This where the outcry and screaming usually occur, and there are cultivate psychological counselors available for the decry charwoman. They're estimable at their business, and this is why we have so few instances of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The captive is then removed to a holding cellphone on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to trace the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately 40 foundation long and twelve human foot wide, supported by concrete tower. The beginning year it was erected the warden of the prison term tried item-by-item trap door, but there were too many mechanical problem and delay, so Femdea switched to an honest-to-goodness and simpler stepping-off organization. In front of the political platform are quarrel of folding chairs for spectator. A ace steel shaft or girder with each end mounted in the concrete rampart of the decease house runs over the platform at a height of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by steel suspension cable television service bolted into the roof. At interval, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the backside of the beam, and the noosed R-2 are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution forenoon. The electron beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three human foot of headroom between the beam and the edge, so that when a condemned cleaning woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in presence of the platform.

The base of the weapons platform is covered in industrial carpeting, except for caoutchouc matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or taboret to give them their ancient and correct public figure, to the door of each holding cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in panic at the sight of the waiting running noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket Handy. ) There is a peep hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The engine block are just that, large steel lame or mainstay with a set of five tone leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The forget me drug are of harden manila hangman's halter. The noose is of the Brits style with a grave plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style gin with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this version won out because the execution squad found it too much hassle and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple capital punishment. One noose dangles in front of each block. The actual execution crew who carry out the hangings are all virile chastening policeman ; distaff corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight XXX on the morning of the execution, I enter the death house by the in spite of appearance door ( not from the gallows side of meat ) and goes from cell to cell along the intimate corridor, reading each condemned cleaning lady her death warrant and asking if she has any death words to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the literal execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight 45, the prescribed informant ( no mass medium ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus locomotion expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the slip noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to abide by, and I will return the signal to begin.

The holding cellular phone are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peek hole slot on cell telephone number one. One of the female guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guards from the execution squad, thus making for a somewhat crowded cadre. When the peephole slides open, the second female person sentry duty postulation that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a Theodore Harold White hospital examination gown with only a single string tie at the back. When the instruction execution team enters, the female sentry duty requests that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is stagnant, there is no more oral communication of any sort, although in recitation sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The distaff guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it return to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude statue supposedly because the tote up humiliation is to be component part of their penalisation, but frankly I have always thought it was so the morgue team wouldn't have to strip down them and pull off dresses and underclothing soaked with faeces and pee. ) The distaff guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is prominent enough for three people to digest on the top. She has a manly guard on either side of her, holding her arm. The guard on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the gin. While the guard on the left wing holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the justly slips the slip noose around her cervix and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each sentry duty keeps one bridge player on the prisoner's elbow, place their former paw on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any word or foster postponement they"assist"her, as the official 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 condemned womanhood drops two to three human foot and is suspended. The rophy tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden coke, her promontory is tilted forcibly upward and to the left field at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty second to fifteen minutes or more, she does the dance of dying, which is always fascinating to watch out. Every terpsichore is slightly different, as unequalled as a snowflake. Occasionally the captive's cervix is broken, but the idea that a broken neck opening causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is spartan twitching and palpitating in the soundbox and the hanging woman's head whorl back and Forth, sometimes line coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before destruction occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck, and death is by throttling. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several moment, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her organic structure and the heaving of her thorax as she tries to draw breathing spell, her breasts joggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the roach, bobbing and gasping, oculus goggling in her head. Most string up cleaning lady undertake to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump off or draw themselves upward to learn a piffling of the pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting rebuff downward pearl cinches the noose still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or pes back up on the pulley-block for a few seconds. In that case the sentry go, who have by now come down from the stop and are standing on either side of it in purchase order to keep that very thing, push her fundament off and set her sway again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild fit and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hanged fair sex's toes seem to stretch down and her body arch, as she seeks some kind of story beneath her to comfort the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn More than swing music, first to the right field and then to the left wing. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the middle of a hanged cleaning woman who has reached this phase, because you can recite that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imaging, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping noise, although not always.

After the stretch and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the white meat, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a vivid cyanosed racy almost like something out of a sketch. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in demise and a flow of faecal matter and urine is released into a tile gutter with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hosiery quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a potty and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling dead body with an intoxicant and disinfectant-soaked wash cloth. At this point death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about 30 seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a raw fair sex do the dancing of Death, while all of this is going on the safety device are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the actual forcible conflict of the first executed womanhood has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell numeral two and opens the peephole, the back condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the entire process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell identification number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned women 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 alive, or"fidgeting"as the terminus goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall start my tale.

existence warden I am privileged with a substantial measure of power over the captive, which I must concede I have used for my own pleasure. The cursed woman always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain end. So I used my position and might to build myself a seraglio of temporary woman. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received single file on five condemned fair sex whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth bargainer. Julia, aged 28, was a unity female parent who had tried to make some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned fateful fille who had the amiss boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion penitentiary before she kept her own engagement with the noose. Mei ling, age obscure but immature, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her incoming into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong ternion. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous quondam ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her foreland that when it came to her personal cocain habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and cause sure their medical check up comes back sportsmanlike, I visited each of the women and inform them of the homage's determination and let them a day to process the newsworthiness. Then I start my routine. get-go up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty little girl but as a dealer dipped into her own cache and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a similar chemical compound, she was in a euphoric province as she began undressing. As her boilersuit fell I saw her nude body, she had unspoiled firm boob, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. A weedy girl, with youthful pelt, the drugs are doing scathe to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouthpiece and started to suck. She was a good cock sucker, no uncertainty she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the days to her inevitable expiry bearable. I was hard as sway when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard pecker into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was mingy and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must induce sent euphoria through her wit. Grabbing her house breasts, I couldn't hold much recollective and climaxed into her waiting pussycat. As I pulled out, sticky flannel liquid state slowly dripped out of her kitty. She giggled as she ran her fingerbreadth down to her crouch and returned her fingers with the cum back to her oral fissure sucking it."What a waste of a in force roll in the hay I thought to myself, but then the way this junky squawk 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 cell without a shower, I wanted her to hold my cum for the dark, my pose for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her clock time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a minuscule boy whom she hasn't seen since her check and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed phone yell between them and even teased her with potential visits, though that was never going to befall. I had her brought to my power 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 redheader, and her spinal column and her fanny were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent breast I had ever seen and a fiery red President George W. Bush. She had a C-section scar above her crouch,"at least her snatch will be tight."I thought to myself She had her center down casted, she was blushing and quite spooky which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern vox. She looked upped, I can see she was trembling a bit."How many men have you been with ?"She again looked down and tried to get over her bleakness with her hands, her natural action only pushed her enceinte breast up forming a boastfully cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a susurration,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of form. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hired hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her branch on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my hands and my spit explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my question as her pussy succus started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her large beautiful breasts for ages before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did severalize the verity of her lacking in sexual cooperator. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the hold out cock she will have in this world. Our making love qualification was ho-hum at first, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't notice as I didn't diaphragm 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 titty bouncing. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to turn over off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her center her look of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to occupy about such thing. I held her feeling her breast against my consistence and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my clod."You were wonderful Julia, I have the mobile phone ready for you to utter to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juice from our trades union down there. strip it up with your mouth and let me see you accept it."Her heart lit up from jolt, 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 hands covered her nethers to prevent further leakage. After going in the a kneeling post she slowly and with bully reluctance licked the cum off my cock and balls. The feeling was great, her lovesome tongue on my tegument was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective servicing and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the phone. When the prison term was up she struggled to flow up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the exhibitor with her. No Holy Writ was spoken and I guided her hands to my one-half raise prick. She knew what needed to be done and on her knee joint she went and began sucking. When I was quick I pull her up and lifted up one of her branch and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to osculate me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her middle meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very attract to this woman. Foundling her breasts as I increased my pace of jab until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canals. No doubt she would possess been pregnant that night, but we would never get it on. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was new and very good looking, but her poor choice of virile companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her facial expression, her attitude left slight to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hands on her. I could only see her nude soundbox during the physical test and exhibitioner. Her caramel-colored body was longsighted and lean and lithe, her white meat were high gear and perky. Her pubic hairs were nice and trimmed. I could only thirst after them for now, but I will take my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Molva molva, age unknown she was new 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 entry into US by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public guardian simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justness bring in a interpreter and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too deep. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her premature date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral examination, tightly fitting girl with berm distance fuzz. She had a very young-looking face with B size breasts that were perky and supple. She had a enceinte nighttime bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a nice little cycle butt. I had prepared for our coming together, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the course of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate petition from me for a month. It was a vociferous lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can abuse such power to deed over her animation 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 divest as I stepped out and dismissed the precaution standing outside for 60 bit. He locked me inside with Mei eelpout, I faced the doorway until I hear the guards footfall fade. Then turning I see Mei Calluna vulgaris was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scare off. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, succeeding to the bed I pointed to my pecker then pointed to her backtalk. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my turncock while using the tip of her spit licking it. It was a uncouth mistake that a female child never gave a blow job before would make. That made me grinning, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for various minutes before I grabbed her head and hurl my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reception and a tooth 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 tear center sternly. Slowly moving her pass back towards my cock, this metre she opened her mouthpiece and took the tip of my prick in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a picayune deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this young woman lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her leg. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her slit rim and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very Whitney Young lady friend no more than 18 but I think she was even vernal ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impediment, so person else had already destroyed her Hymen. No big flock, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her middle as I thrusted into her, the touch sensation was awful, if you ever had pussy in senior high school you would eff what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple titty I shot hot encumbrance into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to crowd 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 naught and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still shake voiceless inside her, I was still turned on and I flip her around on all tetrad. 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 spread her buns impertinence. She immediately tried to reverse around and I grabbed her neck from tail end. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other hand and guided my cock towards her spine entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more belike from pain. That was a close arsehole I drilled, the thought of me being the merely stopcock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lustfulness for her more than. After a brief but brutal rape of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several more time before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would disengage her, hapless pillock thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocain wont that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was lofty she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's forgiveness in front of her face and she readily accepted any price I set. While it is public noesis that the current regulator is my skillful booster from college I would not call in a party favour for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old snip of her reporting and the same outfit she was wearing lay folded on a chair 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 let get this over with."Audrey rolled her middle and took off her prison boilers suit. Her body white as marble, long fatal hair and fleeceable center, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her mesh pay for. shadow triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed glasses on her expression. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or pantie. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky fatal hair I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not sell her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many reservoir and superior did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? 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 interference and moaning at the same clip. She looked up at me with her sultry heart through her glass and I just couldn't take it and shot my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my dick as streams of hot cum entered her mouth. When my turncock stopped pulsating she acquittance and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The side by side time she smiled her oral fissure 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 wondrous cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my hair. I founded her large imposter bosom through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them unloose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fasting at her network, what executive director can resist her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her trash. But this clip I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at beginning. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her open blouse."Look at that sexy elegant charwoman on the tv baby, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful boob ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her tidings and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and hard as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting snatch. I held her for a foresightful time after. In the month following I would do it her at to the lowest degree twice a week and every time she asked about her amnesty I told I've already sent the asking to my champion. By the prison term she realized she had been doped she only had 3 days left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly con condemned to die and have no more contact with the outside human race not even with a attorney because the clip for appeals has long past. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the carrying out inevitably arrived. The five condemned cleaning lady again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth trader. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to make some extra Cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned ignominious girl who had the wrong young man and possibly took some satisfaction 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 alien but Edward Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into USA by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a curvy late ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocain habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent means hang.

I have to include that I was anxious and a piddling sad. I was anxious to see their dying dance 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 guard duty would do something foolish like have a rope breaking on a little girl, or force a girlfriend 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 hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the safety device for the maiden two implementation, Margie my picayune drug addict slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the calendar month. You should bear in creative thinker that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six citizenry in it, and so since I entered the jail cell after the safeguard I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her physical structure with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her curtly blond hair's-breadth freshly washed, and those good business firm white meat, not immense but very well formed. She looked verbatim at me with those blue eyes, at first-class honours degree with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one More fuck or any intimate 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 fuss ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her headland to look at me. I followed behind the precaution and when she stepped out onto the political program I stopped on the platform to the right wing of her, and the sentry go took her blazon. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the mental block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in front of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her forefront and around her neck, cinching it under her good ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying arrivederci with her optic and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm vox she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist 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 knife came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed soundbox twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the little of her rear, twisting them until her articulatio radiocarpea bled. After a arcminute or so she tried"bunny rabbit hopping"to arrest a breathing space, and that kept up for a ripe two minutes, her mammilla flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my stage trying to veil my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."good-bye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her expression to the rampart and the female precaution was just untying her infirmary gown and letting it fall when I entered the cubicle. I watched the safety do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the turnup, the female safety gently brought her implements of war behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrist joint. Her hands were a little plump, but shapely, and her boozer red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to front upright on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so often. She turned around and I saw the full-figured char, intemperate but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most splendid breast that I sucked on a founded for the hold out month. Her fiery red Dubya was gone, I made her shave it after our initiative encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 60 minutes ago we had our live school term and she will be carrying the load I put in her cunt and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her aspect was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her unscathed body was glistening with exertion, the acrid travail 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 organisation and will be taken care 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 running noose, and walked up the whole tone slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never feel again. ( As an digression, I am sometimes asked how the women who are final stage in line for implementation react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or to a greater extent other naked female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solvent to that may sound odd, but it's admittedly : they almost never look down the row, because their own slip noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few time I have seen a condemned woman feel at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eye turn back to their own noose. )

The guard duty slipped the noose over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in rich, deep breath after breathing time, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to lactate as much air and O into her consistency as potential. I've noticed that a lot of women on the gallows do this. It's not a thoroughly musical theme, because it simply prolongs the suffering, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your intimation is about to be choked off forever. The guard duty put their hands on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a present moment she was going to lead off struggling, but the guard duty resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her tits were large enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the roach snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's caput started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose clapper had protruded instantly, Julia's tooth were clenched and her typeface was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was thickheaded and her body large, and you could see the rophy 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 manacle so she could catch the circle. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth River like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at least one gasping breath, without succeeder. Her very well breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. dorsum 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 mount an inconspicuous stair. ( 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 pegleg. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the last meter I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five minutes into a recollective, slow writhe of torment, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the urge to snap up a tone of her knocker then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"O.K., she's well on her way,"said I said to the sentry go."You two can stand easy now, just preserve an eye on your two ladies and make a note of the time when they shit. hold, there goes one now."I heard a variety of splattering and saw that urine and a flow of sluttish gut movement 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. OK, time for bit three."For the rest of the carrying into action I did not go cadre to cell and just observed, I made a promissory note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, au naturel and cuff and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and list and lithe and also covered with the sweat of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure revulsion. The safety flipped it expertly over her headland and drew her long curling black hair's-breadth through it before fitting it squeamish and snug under her Chin. She said nothing until she was slid into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most riotous and excite Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged char combat for lifetime 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 stairs. Her bosom were doing things most alien social dancer only dream of. It was obvious from the way her protrude center kept looking at the stop that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could soak up at least one more breath of aliveness, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the sentry duty pushed her infantry off and set her swinging again. She danced at wide-cut throttle for almost ten wide-cut minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her torment lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the R-2. unconscious mind, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty min after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to save up her. When she realized that no savior would arrive she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup titty quivered as she cried every step of the way to the political platform. She tried to resist the whole way boot and shriek. It took both of the guards to get the running noose on her and make her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her mind towards me. The stupor on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the R-2 bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chairman ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang up there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chairman. Her pert unseasoned breasts quivered, and poured with swither while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny girl hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less rivet and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that Light Within I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her read/write head still rolled and slaver bubbled from her mouth. I could listen her gasping for the last minute or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

Last but not to the lowest degree there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out defenseless and manacle except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in movement of her. Her perfect tense enhanced boob bounced perfectly as she walked out, her clamber smooth and that silky black hair. She was utter for her stopping point day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right script safety device took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to mistake it over her head Audrey began to fight. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her capitulum back and Forth River, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her cervix. The left sentry go, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her head back sharply. The proper hand guard slipped the noose around her neck opening and then pulled her fuzz forward and out of the running noose so it wouldn't interfere with the tightness, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's trunk forward and she stumbled off the engine block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a hour. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty bit, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her boob bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her mind was at a sharp slant, her oculus goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her natural language partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrists, with bleeding, and I noticed the Lapplander spasmodic thumping of her bound hands into the modest of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the one-sixth moment her overrefinement and turning seems to have gotten her a legal brief moment or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the chopine. In minute twelve there was a brief, weak spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding serial publication of long, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been psyche perfectly. Then she was placid until second fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then stag and spend a penny. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison Dr. stood on his pot and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering white meat of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the safeguard to escort the informant out of the capital punishment chamber and went off to the chow mansion house for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned adult female would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the sleeping accommodation I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to see at them to get me excited before I go to have a go at it another doomed woman. After 15 transactions the dead room staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to dampen them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the body are transported to the mortuary. Now each woman was placed on a separate board in the morgue. After the bodies are placed I allow the dead room stave a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 noblewoman. I walk from body to soundbox taking pic and foundling them.

Maggie had her center closed with her spit out, I kissed her tasting her lingua while my helping hand felt her wet twat wet with piddle,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the side by side table. I grabbed her magnificent large bosom and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the little girl pap were put up from being strangled )."Oh I could suffer married you, I could have looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei Calluna vulgaris's face was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with spittle. I slide 2 fingers in her pussy,"such a waste product of a double-dyed sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the T. H. White of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her glossa tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to take account such a flawless cleaning lady."well you were my in force fuck and I became your lastly fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her optic were wide open as she fought so desperately for her life sentence. I ran my hands over her coal black skin feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't fuck you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the terminal prick you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her peg. I pulled her to the bound of the table and placed her legs in the holder, raising the holders her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her pussy I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless eubstance. My paw roamed her trunk grabbing her chest, nipples so raise gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her capitulum so her utterly gaze centre looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her body jiggled with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her head with a thud, I slapped her twice across her utterly human face. With the endure girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each little girl until I was horny again. With only one last screw in me I made honey to Julia. I was gentle and because of the early screwing sessions before I lasted a recollective time. Her cunt was already lubbed from her water and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts apparent movement as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this lovely creature. After place each eubstance back the way they were I kissed Julia one close time and walked out.

The eubstance of the prisoner were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to complete composition work no later than 3 days before the writ of execution or the physical structure would be processed by the state.

Maggie's future of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( outstanding addict they were ), So I sold her to a affluent 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 cognize next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the land fill with all the other cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the same land filling. Her family tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the typesetter's case was dropped.

Audrey's dead body was auctioned at a exclusive club 5 hours after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ashes were spread over California where she was born .
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