The Warden's narrative

I have been Warden for 18 eld. The live three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United country Correctional adeptness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the gravid fair sex's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only if capital punishment facility for char in the Federal organization. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple instruction execution of female offenders. These execution are almost entirely for drug offenses under the content Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for former crimes such as murder on Federal property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibleness of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising writ of execution under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was 1st brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of expiry by lethal injection was poor, too time-consuming and too expensive to expect out between ten and XX execution of instrument every week. The large number of executions was due to the Substance controller Act, which essentially provides the demise penalty for any sales agreement of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly low amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other uppercase punishment law in American history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few long time there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a little telephone number of the great unwashed who simply don't get the subject matter, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per class, and are expected to remain at that level for some sentence. In my own time at Femdea, the few bit of women I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest figure ten. The usual number of hangings on execution Clarence Shepard Day Jr. nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeal process takes about a twelvemonth. free pardon and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's entreaty has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Dec 25 Day, the twenty-five percent of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison decision maker have no sense of humor ? ) The captive is brought to my part and informed that her appealingness has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no further Leslie Townes Hope for legal treatment and she must compose herself for death. This where the battle cry and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological pleader uncommitted for the decry cleaning lady. They're good at their jobs, 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 cell on a long row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a level in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately twoscore feet farseeing and twelve feet blanket, supported by concrete pillars. The kickoff year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and wait, so Femdea switched to an former and simpler stepping-off system. In figurehead of the chopine are dustup of folding chairs for looker. A ace steel shaft of light or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death sign runs over the platform at a altitude of about fifteen base. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillar near either end, and is further held up by steel interruption cable system bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam of light, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolt of lightning, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The balance beam is not exactly flush with the sharpness of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the shaft and the edge, so that when a condemned char is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The base of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for caoutchouc mat which runs from the ten step-off occlusion, or tabourets to give them their ancient and make up name, to the door of each holding cell. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned charwoman actually urinate in panic at the deal of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peep hole on the doorway of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, gravid steel squares or pillars with a set of five dance step leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The roofy are of seasoned manila cannabis. The snare is of the British people style with a heavy charge plate D-ring instead of the common American-style noose with the hangman's knot. To be honest, this version won out because the execution team found it too often trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple death penalty. One noose dangles in straw man of each block. The actual implementation crew who carry out the hangings are all male rectification officers ; female corrections policeman are with each condemned woman in each holding cellular phone, two per cell.

At eight 30 on the morning of the execution, I enter the death theatre by the inwardly door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cadre to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned woman her expiry warrant and asking if she has any last Holy Writ to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the existent execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official watcher ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travel disbursal and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock keen, once all the noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the sign to begin.

The holding cellphone are numbered on the gallows face, one through ten. I slides back the peep hole slot on cell act one. One of the female sentry duty on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male sentry duty from the murder team, thus making for a somewhat push cellular phone. When the peephole slides loose, the instant female person safety requests that the captive stand up. She is wearing a Elwyn Brooks White hospital test gown with only a individual string tie at the spinal column. When the execution squad enters, the distaff guard petition that the captive turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech of any sort, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female sentry go then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude painting supposedly because the added humiliation is to be region of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to peel them and commit off dresses and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The female safety device draws the excoriate woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male precaution manacle her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief pace along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is orotund enough for three citizenry to stand on the top. She has a virile guard duty on either English of her, holding her arms. The guard duty on her right reaches out with one paw and secures the gin. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the rectify slips the running noose around her cervix and cinches it under her jaw just below the compensate ear. He nods to the precaution on the left. Each sentry go keeps one mitt on the prisoner's elbow, place their former hands on the captive's upper back and low-toned back respectively, and without any Bible or promote time lag they"aid"her, as the functionary terminology says, off the pulley-block. They don't actually crowd unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is muted and resigned, as almost are, they gently but insistently be active her forward until she steps off the block.

The doom woman drops two to three substructure 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 snow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from lx seconds to fifteen minute of arc or more, she does the dance of Death, which is always fascinating to learn. Every dance is slightly dissimilar, as unique as a flake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the theme that a broken neck causes instantaneous demise on the gallows is a myth. You can separate the neck is broken because there are no John Major turmoil, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the eubstance and the hanging cleaning lady's head bankroll back and Forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her knife. I have seen this go on for six or seven transactions before last occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not break the cervix, and dying is by throttling. After the pearl the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several proceedings, which of path has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the circle creak. With the vacillation of her torso and the panting of her breast as she tries to draw breath, her breasts jiggle and spring enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the circle, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her foreland. nearly give ear char set about to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or make themselves upward to take a little of the pressure off the noose and perhaps imbibe a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting svelte downward fall cinches the gin still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a advert cleaning lady is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few arcsecond. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the auction block and are standing on either side of it in purchase order to prevent that very affair, push her feet off and set her swing again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the inaugural wild convulsion and kicking die down after a few minutes, and then comes the dread stretching, as the give ear fair sex's toes seem to stretch down and her physical structure arch, as she seeks some kind of story beneath her to relieve the agony of the R-2. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to reckon into the center of a give ear woman who has reached this phase angle, because you can differentiate that she is entirely witting still, suffering beyond imagery, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes minor, odd gasping interference, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the vellication or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breast, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official close is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in demise and a stream of feces and urine is released into a tile trough with drain that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excreta down the drain and standing on a BM and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcoholic beverage and disinfectant-soaked lavation material. At this tip dying is presumed to own occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty bit 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 raw woman do the dancing of Death, while all of this is going on the safety are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sis on the gallows. Once the actual strong-arm struggle of the first gear executed cleaning woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell number two and opens the spyhole, the back condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the political program and up onto the pulley block, and the entire outgrowth is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her rope comes cell number three's turn, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned cleaning lady are hanging in the air. It is not unsung, when there are lupus erythematosus than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial quantity of power over the captive, which I must concede I have used for my own delight. The doomed cleaning woman always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with womanhood who face certain death. So I used my position and big businessman to construct myself a harem of temporary worker women. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received Indian file on five reprobate women whom are all scheduled to dance on the gin. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth monger. Julia, aged 28, was a single female parent who had tried to wee-wee some supernumerary cash merchandising coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the faulty boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own engagement with the snare. Mei Ling, age obscure but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into U.S. by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong terzetto. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her top dog that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent mean hang.

I reviewed each filing cabinet carefully and make certainly their medical exam go over up comes back clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the court's decision and allow them a day to action the news. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blonde, her whisker was cut shortly and her dead body had various intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed telegram around the bicep. She was a pretty girl but as a dealer dipped into her own hoard and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the hospital and administered a exchangeable compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude eubstance, she had salutary business firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girl, with youthful skin, the drugs are doing wrong to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck up. She was a right cock soft touch, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful eyes, I was after all making the days to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her snatch received my dick easily. She was closely and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must receive sent euphoria through her Einstein. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much long and climaxed into her waiting twat. As I pulled out, sticky blank liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her scrunch up and returned her finger's breadth with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a wasteland of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junkie gripe 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 cell without a exhibitor, I wanted her to hold my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her fourth dimension was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a piffling boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my requirement if I allowed sound call between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to happen. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed elbow room with a king-sized bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her soundbox was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redheader, and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, operose but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a C-section mark above her crouch,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her oculus down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."feeling at me"I said with a stern voice. She looked upped, I can see she was trembling a bit."How many men have you been with ?"She again looked down and tried to cover her nakedness with her mitt, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a rustle,"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 handwriting and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my manus and my lingua explored her chthonic neighborhood. She moaned and put her custody on my head as her pussy juice started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an recently 20s and anxious. I played with her large beautiful tit for geezerhood before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the trueness of her lacking in sexual mate. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last shaft she will sustain in this Earth. Our love qualification was slow at first, as my shaft slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt howling beneath me, and soon I couldn't obtain back and came inside her. She didn't placard as I didn't stop fucking her, my cock was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breasts bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a 2d load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a flavor of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to hustle 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 eyes her look of suffering suddenly turned to pain as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my eubstance and my cum slowly leaking out of her twat and on to my balls."You were wondrous Julia, I have the cell ready for you to peach to your son. But there's one last affair you need to do, there are juices from our brotherhood down there. Clean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow 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 script covered her nethers to foreclose boost leakage. After going in the a kneeling posture she slowly and with with child reluctance licked the cum off my putz and balls. The feeling was smashing, her warm tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted baby protective serving and arranged a 30 min academic 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 hang up the speech sound, but with a firm gesture I took the telephone set away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you desire to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect stopcock. She knew what needed to be done and on her stifle she went and began sucking. When I was set up I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my rooster in her pussy. As I started to love her I moved my brass in to buss her. She turned her face not wanting to buss me. Grabbing her case with my hand and making her oculus meet mine I can finger her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my share I was passionate as I was very attracted to this char. Foundling her breasts as I increased my pacing of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her channel. No doubt she would have been meaning that Nox, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cellular telephone. I would fuck her the most of all the little girl and once a calendar week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned dark fille. She was young and very right looking, but her poor alternative of male companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her aspect, her position left little to be desired. I tried respective 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 exams and shower. Her caramel-colored trunk was yearn and lean and lithe, her breasts were high up and buoyant. Her pubic fuzz were decent and trimmed. I could only lust 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 Ling, age strange she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asian look untried. She was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her first appearance into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong trinity. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translating program and I can only desire communicated what had happened, by that fourth dimension it was too late. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her untimely date with the snare. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral exam, penny-pinching girlfriend with shoulder length pilus. She had a very young-looking face with B size breasts that were perky and supple. She had a magnanimous night George H.W. Bush as many Asian women don't shave, and a nice little one shot stub. I had prepared for our group meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a substance which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a conspicuous lie I know, but from my understanding men of office abuse their military position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can blackguard such power to grant her life history if she was willing do these affair. She looked from the composition to me and simply nodded oral presentation in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Molva molva, I faced the door until I hear the guards pace fade. Then turning I see Mei broom was naked and laying in bed looking slopped and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, following to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her sass. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my tool while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a green mistake that a lady friend never gave a blow job before would give. That made me smiling, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several transactions before I grabbed her head and thrusted my putz into her oral fissure. She gagged in response and a dentition made my tool uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her trigger-happy eyes sternly. Slowly moving her promontory back towards my cock, this time she opened her mouthpiece and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a small deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this daughter lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her President Bush I didn't want to wade through that hobo camp and just disperse her pussy backtalk and roughly entered her. She was amazingly plastered and surprisingly wet. Being a very Pres Young girl no more than than 18 but I think she was even immature ; her kitty can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstructer, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big hand, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the vendor, I know I would have if a young lady like her fell into my lap, superfluous 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 schooltime you would jazz what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lissom titty I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an animal she began to push me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do zip and promptly stopped struggling. maternity is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock toilsome inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all fours. Her kitty may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy turncock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to disseminate her rear end cheeks. She immediately tried to bend around and I grabbed her cervix from behind. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other hired man and guided my putz towards her back entryway. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed dwelling house, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to think from pleasure but it's more potential from pain. That was a pissed asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the sole cock that would ever enter this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a legal brief but brutal assault of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several More times before the end. She went on to the end thought I would disembarrass her, short dullard affair, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter 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 man of her face and she readily accepted any damage I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my ripe friend from college I would not call in a party favor for a while of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big sieve in forepart of the bed playing old cartridge clip of her reporting and the Lapp 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, all right Lashkar-e-Toiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison boilers suit. Her body White as marble, foresightful calamitous haircloth and jet eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced bosom with implants she had made her web pay for. shadow triangular George Bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacle on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her sleek bootleg 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 tell on her thought process, she is a old hand for sure, how many source and superiors did you eff for your taradiddle and promotional material ? Without any straightaway she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling racket and moaning at the same clock time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shot my lading. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as flow of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she outlet and opened her back talk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The adjacent time she smiled her oral cavity was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down future to her. She was a wonderful cuddler, running her hand through my pilus, played with my hairsbreadth. I founded her large fake knocker through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so firm at her meshing, what executive can baulk her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her shabu. But this fourth dimension I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a char her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her white meat together with her subject blouse."Look at that sexy elegant woman on the tv baby, did you fantasise about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breasts ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her wrangle and eye inter-group communication made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my stopcock shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a hanker fourth dimension after. In the calendar month following I would fuck her at least twice a week and every time she asked about her free pardon I told I've already sent the request to my booster. By the clock time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 Clarence Day left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her network or sue me or tell apart everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly yardbird condemned to die and have no more than contact with the outdoor universe not even with a attorney because the clip 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 excoriate adult female again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia my schoolmarm of the month, aged 28, was a ace mother who had tried to throw some extra Johnny Cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the cunt, aged 20, was a grandiloquent, refined looking light-skinned black miss who had the awry boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion Penitentiary the hebdomad before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her debut into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuary former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her header that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang means hang.

I have to admit that I was uneasy and a little sad. I was uneasy to see their last saltation which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my doxy go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a rophy prison-breaking on a girl, or push a daughter 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 sentry go for the first two capital punishment, Margie my small nut slut and Julia my dearie cum receiver of the month. You should bear in mind that until the room access opened, the safety hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a calendar month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guard I didn't see Margie until her bridge player were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her consistency with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her unretentive blonde hair freshly washed, and those in force firm titty, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those bluish eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one More fuck or any intimate favor that I could proceed 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 spat ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even deform her head to look at me. I followed behind the guard and when she stepped out onto the chopine I stopped on the platform to the rightfield of her, and the safety took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the blockage and climbed the stair up onto it, regarding the slip noose in front of her with no expression in her side at all. One of the guard duty reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her head and around her cervix, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her drumhead to search at me briefly saying arrivederci with her middle and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the safety device she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her blank, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her back, twisting them until her wrist joint bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two minute, her breast flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my peg trying to hide my beginning hard-on. Then she resumed kicking for a meter and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye junky slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her face to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the handcuff, the female guard gently brought her coat of arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrist joint. Her custody were a minuscule plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look good on the day ), and her back and her buttocks were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, clayey but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most glorious knockers that I sucked on a founded for the finale month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her trim it after our firstly showdown. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hour ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her cunt and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not percentage my enthusiasm, her human face was stunned, like a deer in the headlamp, and I notice that her whole torso was glistening with sweat, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes decompress 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 attention of, disconsolate Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still awake, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never finger again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are last in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or Sir Thomas More other naked female bodies dangling on Mexican valium, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solution to that may sound odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few fourth dimension I have seen a condemned woman look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The sentry duty slipped the noose over Julia's head teacher and closed it under her right ear. She didn't feel at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in deep, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and oxygen into her organic structure as possible. I've noticed that a lot of char on the gallows do this. It's not a in force idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your intimation is about to be choked off forever. The guard put their paw on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this clock time she let herself travel forward until she dropped. Her tits were vauntingly enough so that even from behind I could see them fall through as she plunged and the circle snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's question started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose natural language had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of nuisance. Her cervix was thickset and her body clayey, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her shape. Her stage 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 snap up the rope. Julia did the"scissor hold"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like pair of scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute of arc, trying to pull out at least one gasping breathing place, without success. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jell-O. Back and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquidness came from her pussy running down her legs, if anyone was paying stuffy attention you can see some it was a trivial thicker and stuck to her wooden leg. Seeing my cum dripping down her pegleg for the conclusion time I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew fallible and light before settling down after maybe five arcminute into a long, slow writhe of torment, her body twirling slowly on the forget me drug. I had to fight the impulse to catch a spirit of her tit then and there, but I had to abide professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safeguard."You two can bear easy now, just go on an eye on your two ladies and give a note of hand of the time when they shit. wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that piss and a stream of loose intestine movement were running down Margie's stage. I jotted down the sentence in my notebook."bit one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, time for act three."For the eternal rest of the execution I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a distinction when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body prospicient and tilt and lithe and also covered with the sweat of awe. She stared at the noose before her in pure repulsion. The safety flipped it expertly over her psyche and drew her long curling black hair through it before fitting it nice and close under her chin. She said nothing until she was slid into infinite, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most ebullient and charge up Dances of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few fall women fight for sprightliness as long and as hard as that dim young lady did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at unbelievable hurrying, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stair. Her titty were doing things most exotic dancer only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eyes kept looking at the pulley-block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at to the lowest degree one more breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a endorsement or so, until the guard duty pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at full throttle for almost ten good minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a picayune air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. unconscious, but not suddenly. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty dollar bill mo 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 mortal, me to salve her. When she realized that no savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they attention. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every whole tone of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the unscathed way kicking and scream. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The shock on her face was priceless but before she can beg or bedamn 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 rima oris foamed with spittle. She was the offset I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knee joint up almost parallel with her waistline and letting them hang there for many seconds, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert untested breasts quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a hour at a sentence before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that light up I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her sassing. I could hear her gasping for the utmost min or so of her life story, and then came the trickle and plop and olfactory modality of her bowel and bladder emptying out.

death 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 eyeglasses, which were riveted on the gin in front of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her cutis smooth and that silky black hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the auction block. The right bridge player guard took the glasses off her aspect and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to sneak it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't screech or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth, trying to avoid the noose falling down around her cervix. The left guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's haircloth and pulled her brain back sharply. The right helping hand guard slipped the slip noose around her neck opening and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the bottleneck, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the stop and swung into the air.

Audrey's dying I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force out for approximately 90 irregular, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a bit, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her chest bounced and wobbled and her breast heaved. Her mind was at a discriminating Angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was mad tearing at her cuff-confined carpus, with hemorrhage, and I noticed the Saami spasmodic thumping of her bound hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth hour her distortion and turning seems to take in gotten her a brief present moment or two where she could suspire a piffling. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In hour seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full moon minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the mind and foaming from the sassing. From about the 9th minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's optic were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the political platform. In second twelve there was a brief, decrepit muscle spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of yearn, gulping gasp that drew no air. Her natural language now rolled out fully and it was blue-blooded from deficiency of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that present moment she would almost certainly have been encephalon bushed. Then she was quiet until minute fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then snitch and relieve oneself. Her eye-light went out about a instant later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his toilet and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering white meat of each cleaning lady, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to escort the viewer out of the execution chamber and went off to the chow hall for breakfast. The body of the objurgate womanhood would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the morgue staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the chamber I took my phone and started to snatch up pictures of each of them. I like to seem at them to get me excited before I go to sleep with another doomed cleaning woman. After 15 hour the morgue staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the organic structure to wash them and lowering them down on coping stone. Then the physical structure are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a separate table in the morgue. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 60 minutes lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from dead body to body taking picture and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her glossa out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my hand felt her wet pussy wet with urine,"we had fun, niggling junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted dentition greeted me on the next mesa. I grabbed her magnificent orotund white meat and sucked on her erect nipple ( all the girls nipples were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could ingest married you, I could have looked forward to these breast every night."

Mei Ling's font was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with spittle. I slide 2 fingers in her snatch,"such a waste of a thoroughgoing sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the Patrick White of her heart, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her titty I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."well you were my right shtup and I became your last nooky"

Finally I came to Naima, her center were wide open as she fought so desperately for her life-time. I ran my hands over her jet black skin feeling her breasts."Well, squawk I couldn't roll in the hay you in biography. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the live on prick you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her peg. I pulled her to the boundary of the table and placed her wooden leg in the bearer, raising the holder her legs became suspended in air making a utter V. applying some lubricator into her pussy I rammed my putz in. She was still strong and harshness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless torso. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, mammilla so erect gave the illusion of her being ruttish too. Lifting her school principal so her dead staring centre looked at me giving me the touch she was making eye middleman. Her physical structure jiggled with each of my driving force and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her top dog with a thump, I slapped her twice across her stagnant face. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each fille until I was horny again. With only one last-place roll in the hay in me I made love life to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other fuck sessions before I lasted a long sentence. Her kitty-cat was already lubbed from her water and my cum from early so it made our necro love very tranquil. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this lovely beast. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one finis clock time and walked out.

The bodies of the captive were processed according to communications protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish paper work no later than 3 day before the instruction execution or the physical structure would be processed by the state.

Maggie's side by side of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy benefactor who liked refreshing dead char. Officially she was cremated.

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

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

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

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive club 5 hr after her last. Officially she was cremated and her ash were spread over California where she was born .