The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for XVIII yr. The hold up three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United States Correctional adroitness for Women at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest cleaning woman's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the alone capital punishment readiness for women in the Federal organisation. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female wrongdoer. These executions are almost entirely for drug offensive activity under the Substance control condition Act of 2010, although occasionally womanhood are also executed for other law-breaking such as slaying on Fed property, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising carrying out under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was first gear brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method acting of destruction by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to carry out between ten and twenty executions every workweek. The large telephone number of execution was due to the pith control condition Act, which essentially provides the expiry penalty for any sale of nix narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the self-control of fairly minuscule sum of money of drugs for any use, sale or personal. U.S. finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital punishment law in American English history, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the beginning few yr there were at least a chiliad executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United province, there will always remain a lowly bit of people who simply don't get the message, including women.

female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to rest at that level for some prison term. In my own prison term at Femdea, the fewest bit of womanhood I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the big number ten. The usual numeral of hanging on executing days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a yr. forgiveness and commutations are rarefied, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row yard bird's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on cockcrow a month from the day, unless that day falls on Christmas Day, the Fourth of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sense of humor ? ) The captive is brought to my office and informed that her collection has been denied and her time will be duly carried out in one month clock time, that there is no advance hope for legal intervention and she must compose herself for Death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological advocate usable for the decry woman. They're serious at their occupation, and this is why we have so few representative of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a farsighted row of cells which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to trace the gallows itself. It is almost like a stagecoach in an auditorium, a raised weapons platform approximately twoscore metrical unit foresightful and dozen animal foot wide-cut, supported by concrete column. The first year it was erected the warden of the sentence tried somebody trap doors, but there were too many mechanical job and wait, so Femdea switched to an senior and simpler stepping-off system. In front of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A unity steel ray or girder with each end mounted in the concrete rampart of the death house runs over the platform at a tallness of about fifteen feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete column near either end, and is advance held up by blade respite cable system bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the radio beam, and the noosed forget me drug are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution cockcrow. The shaft of light is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the beam of light and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in movement of the platform.

The flooring of the platform is covered in industrial rug, except for condom matting which runs from the ten step-off closure, or tabourets to give them their ancient and adjust name, to the door of each holding cell. The prophylactic matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned cleaning woman actually urinate in terror at the hatful of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and pail handy. ) There is a peep hollow on the doorway of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The block are just that, prominent steel square toes or pillars with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of seasoned capital of the Philippines hempen necktie. The running noose is of the British style with a gruelling plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's knot. To be true, this version won out because the execution team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple performance. One noose dangles in front of each block. The actual death penalty work party who carry out the hanging are all manly corrections ship's officer ; female corrections officer are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the carrying out, I enter the last home by the interior doorway ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned cleaning lady her death warrant and asking if she has any end words to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the factual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight 45, the functionary witnesses ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution of instrument plus traveling expense and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp-worded, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to celebrate, and I will have the signaling to begin.

The holding mobile phone are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep fix expansion slot on jail cell issue one. One of the female guard on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guards from the execution squad, thus making for a somewhat crowded prison cell. When the peephole slides undetermined, the second female person sentry duty postulation that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a Edward White infirmary examination gown with only a individual drawing string tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female sentry duty requests that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the captive is dead, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't study out that way. The distaff guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude person supposedly because the tot up humiliation is to be voice of their penalization, but frankly I have always thought it was so the dead room team wouldn't have to peel them and pull off wearing apparel and underwear soaked with feces and weewee. ) The female safeguard draws the reprobate woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the Male guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the doorway, a few brief pace along the rubber eraser mat, up the stairs and onto the auction block, which is prominent enough for three people to stick out on the top. She has a male guard duty on either slope of her, holding her weapon. The guard on her right reaches out with one hand and secures the gin. While the guard on the left hand holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the snare around her cervix and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the safeguard on the left. Each guard keeps one hired man on the prisoner's elbow, place their other hands on the prisoner's pep pill back and gloomy back respectively, and without any word or advance delay they"wait on"her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don't actually agitate unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is placid and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned char drops two to three base and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the leftfield at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty secondment to fifteen minutes or more, she does the Dance of last, which is always fascinating to watch. Every dance is slightly unlike, as singular as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's cervix is broken, but the idea that a broken neck 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 severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging fair sex's forefront bankroll back and forth, sometimes ancestry coming from her oral cavity as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven bit before Death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not wear out the cervix, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several instant, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the rophy creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her titty jiggle and bouncing enticingly. She writhes and kink at the end of the roach, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. most hanged fair sex attempt to do the"bunny hop,"trying to parachute or tie themselves upwardly to take a footling of the air pressure off the gin and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they win, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their cervix. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or infantry back up on the mental block for a few seconds. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the blocking and are standing on either side of it in ordering to keep that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking die down after a few moment, and then comes the awful stretching, as the string up woman's toes seem to stretch down and her body archway, as she seeks some kind of storey beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to seem into the eyes of a string up woman who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase angle, as the organic structure itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed bluing almost like something out of a cartoon. The official close is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in demise and a stream of feces and pee is released into a roofing tile trough with drainage that runs beneath the gallows. A guard duty with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex glove, he cleans the dangling eubstance with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked dry wash cloth. At this point end is presumed to take in occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the Inner Light go out in their centre, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of destruction, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are early women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the real physical struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging phase, I go to cell number two and opens the eyehole, the second 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 issue three's turning, and so forth until all of Friday's batch of condemned women are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are to a lesser extent than five captive 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 start out my tale.

being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of index over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasure. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with char who face certain expiry. So I used my locating and power to build myself a harem of temporary char. I think it's best I tell you in point what I'm talking about. I've received Indian file on five condemned adult female whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out Methedrine dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some surplus John Cash selling snow and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned opprobrious girl who had the incorrect beau and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion pen before she kept her own date with the slip noose. Mei heather, age unknown but 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 thirties, a voluptuous old ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able-bodied to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocain wont, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, hang agency hang.

I reviewed each data file carefully and make trusted their medical checkup fit up comes back clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the court's decision and allow for them a day to sue the news. Then I start my act. starting time up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hairsbreadth was cut forgetful and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a reasonably fille but as a dealer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a alike compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her boilers suit fell I saw her nude dead body, she had good business firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girl, with youthful peel, the drugs are doing legal injury to her youthful trunk, but it hasn't taken it price. She took my stopcock in her mouth and started to give suck. She was a safe prick all-day sucker, 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 twat received my rooster easily. She was mingy and wet as my tool slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must sustain sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her business firm breasts, I couldn't hold much farsighted and climaxed into her waiting twat. As I pulled out, muggy Theodore Harold White liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her finger down to her stoop and returned her fingers with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a good shag 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 cellular telephone without a shower bath, I wanted her to sustain my cum for the night, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few daylight before her 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 little boy whom she hasn't seen since her pinch and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed earpiece calls between them and even teased her with potential sojourn, though that was never going to befall. I had her brought to my place where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her consistency was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her back and her fanny were powdered with lentigo. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red chaparral. She had a C-section cicatrice above her bow,"at least her twat will be tight."I thought to myself She had her eyes down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a stern spokesperson. 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 hide her nakedness with her hands, her activeness only pushed her prominent breast up forming a large segmentation which delighted me."Only with the father of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a rustle,"When can I spill to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of row. You will get 30 arcminute tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the helping hand 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 second joint with my manpower and my tongue explored her nether neighborhood. She moaned and put her deal on my foreland as her puss juice started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and neural. I played with her large beautiful breasts for geezerhood before letting her sucking me. She wasn't very see at it as she did recite the trueness of her lacking in intimate partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will have in this domain. Our love fashioning was slow at first, as my turncock 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 stop fucking her, my peter was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breast bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a arcsecond load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprisal"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to range off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being fraught ?"as I brought her to my eye grade. Her eye her feel of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her cunt and on to my balls."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell gear up for you to talk to your son. But there's one finale thing you need to do, there are succus from our union down there. make clean it up with your backtalk and let me see you swallow it."Her eyes lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not faltering 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 prevent further leakage. After going in the a kneeling place she slowly and with great hesitancy licked the cum off my rooster and balls. The feeling was great, her strong tongue on my peel was something I will never draw a blank. Afterward I contacted tiddler protective services and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the telephone set. When the time was up she struggled to fall up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With weeping in her centre she walked to the lavatory and turned on the rain shower. I walked in after her,"do you need to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the exhibitioner with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect pecker. She knew what needed to be done and on her knee joint she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my peter in her twat. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my mitt and making her eyes meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her middle as I kissed her. For my contribution I was passionate as I was very appeal to this womanhood. Foundling her chest as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her epithelial duct. No doubt she would have been pregnant that night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cubicle. I would be intimate her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min outcry for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned melanize girl. She was young and very effective looking, but her poor choice of male familiar landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her expression, her attitude left small to be desired. I tried versatile 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 raw organic structure during the strong-arm exam and shower bath. Her caramel-colored body was long and list and lithe, her chest were high-pitched and perky. Her pubic hairs were nice and trimmed. I could only starve after them for now, but I will select my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Lota lota, age terra incognita she was young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asiatic look young. She was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entranceway into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an shamefaced plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too belated. A half ass appealingness later she was under my oversight until her untimely date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a dependable look at her during the doctoral interrogatory, weedy missy with berm distance hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size breasts that were perky and supple. She had a magnanimous shadow bush as many Asian charwoman don't shave, and a gracious small cycle butt. I had prepared for our merging, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the line of descent of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual postulation from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of business leader abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's unsubdivided understanding that I can step such power to allow her life-time if she was willing do these affair. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded public speaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to disinvest as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outdoors for 60 minute of arc. He locked me inside with Mei cusk, I faced the threshold until I hear the guards step fade. Then turning I see Mei Molva molva was naked and laying in bed looking pixilated and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her men she massaged my tool while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common misapprehension that a girl never gave a blow job before would micturate. That made me smile, could she be a Virgo ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several min before I grabbed her head and throw my cock into her backtalk. She gagged in reply and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing centre sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my hammer, this metre she opened her mouth and took the tip of my shaft in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a piffling deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this girls lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her pegleg. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just unfold her slit lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very young girl no more than than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstructer, so someone else had already destroyed her hymen. No big deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the marketer, I know I would have if a lady friend like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her center as I thrusted into her, the spirit was awesome, if you ever had pussy in heights schooling you would love what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lissom boob I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an sensual she began to push me off her but I was too stiff and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eye she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. maternity is the least of her headache. We laid there with me still rock hard inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all fours. Her pussy may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her cunt cock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her keister brass. She immediately tried to change state around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying affair that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my former hand and guided my cock towards her backward entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to reckon from pleasure but it's more in all probability from painful sensation. That was a compressed asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the only pecker that would ever enrol this ass hole made me luxuria for her more. After a brief but brutish assault of that virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would bask her organic structure several Thomas More times before the end. She went on to the end intellection I would give up her, poor people stupid thing, well at least you were a gravid sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsman with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was majestic she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's free pardon in front of her face and she readily accepted any terminus I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good friend from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of slit, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my sleeping accommodation she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old clip of her reporting and the Saami kit 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 woman on TV."Oh you pervert, amercement lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison overall. Her body white as marble, long black hair's-breadth and green middle, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced boob with implants she had made her meshwork pay for. Dark triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and chick with on bra or step-in. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky black hair's-breadth I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not grass her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many germ and superiors did you bed for your stories and forwarding ? Without any actuate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my pecker all the way in and out making gurgling stochasticity and moaning at the same time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and shooter my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as watercourse of hot cum entered her back talk. When my cock stopped pulsating she acquittance and opened her mouth revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her regard off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The succeeding time she smiled her mouth was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down next to her. She was a wonderful cuddler, running her hand through my pilus, played with my pilus. I founded her large shammer breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fast at her mesh, what executive can stand her ? I slowly became intemperate again playing with her, she smiled and put down her shabu. But this sentence I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a cleaning woman her age, I fucked her slowly at for the first time. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her chest together with her open blouse."Look at that sexy graceful woman on the tv infant, did you fantasy about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful chest ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her words and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting pussy. I held her for a hanker time after. In the calendar month following I would have it off her at least twice a week and every time she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the asking to my friend. By the fourth dimension she realized she had been doped she only had 3 24-hour interval 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 convict condemned to die and experience no more contact with the outside cosmos not even with a lawyer because the prison term 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 objurgate women again were, Margie my junkie loose woman, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out trash dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a ace mother who had tried to earn some supernumerary cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a magniloquent, elegant looking light-skinned dark miss who had the wrong boyfriend 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 unknown but youthful, was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able-bodied to get it through her heading that when it came to her personal cocain wont, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack means hang.

I have to take on that I was anxious and a piddling sad. I was queasy to see their last dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my paramour 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 fracture on a girl, or push a girl off the block but forget to put the roach around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the dangling went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the first two executions, Margie my picayune addict slut and Julia my preferred cum receiver of the month. You should bear in nous 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 masses in it, and so since I entered the cell after the guards I didn't see Margie until her bridge player were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her short blonde hair freshly washed, and those effective firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue devil eyes, at beginning with a pleading look, but then turned composure and emotionless. She hoped for one more fucking or any sexual favor that I could keep open 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 female sentry duty led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her head to look at me. I followed behind the safety device and when she stepped out onto the weapons platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the noose in presence of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her head and around her neck opening, cinching it under her right ear. She turned her head to search at me briefly saying goodbye with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a cool off part she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assistance from the guards she calmly stepped into place, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's branch splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her natural language came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her white, tattooed dead body twisted and twirled at the end of the forget me drug, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her backbone, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a unspoilt two transactions, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my pegleg trying to blot out my beginning erection. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to jerk."cheerio junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do telephone number two."Turning I led the guards back to the electric cell room access and opened the spyhole on the indorsement cell.

Julia had her side to the rampart and the female precaution was just untying her hospital gown and letting it settle when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the turnup, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrist joint. Her hands were a trivial plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to calculate skillful on the day ), and her back and her rear end were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, laboured but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most glorious depreciator that I sucked on a founded for the finish month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 60 minutes ago we had our last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her cunt and the loading she swallowed to eternity. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlamp, and I notice that her whole trunk was glistening with sweat, the acrid elbow grease of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her optic loosen a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken care of, distressing 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 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 aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are finish in line for capital punishment react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more than other defenseless female torso dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may fathom odd, but it's true up : they almost never look down the row, because their own gin is in front of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a condemned womanhood look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their centre turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the noose over Julia's head and closed it under her redress ear. She didn't look at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in cryptic, inscrutable breath after intimation, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as a good deal air and oxygen into her organic structure as possible. I've noticed that a lot of adult female on the gallows do this. It's not a good idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breather is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their helping hand on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a consequence she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this time she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her tit were large enough so that even from behind I could see them founder as she plunged and the rope snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose spit had protruded instantly, Julia's tooth were clenched and her font was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was thick and her consistency fleshy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her legs kicked frantically and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs so she could grab the rope. Julia did the"scissor grip"for a bit, straightened legs going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to take out at to the lowest degree one gasping breath, without success. Her all right breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. spine and forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her wooden leg like she was trying to climb an unseeable stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her ramification, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the close time I was rock hard, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew watery and weaker before settling down after maybe five bit into a long, decelerate writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the forget me drug. I had to fight the urge to grab a tone of her breast 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 put up well-to-do now, just continue an eye on your two madam and make a eminence of the clock time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that piss and a watercourse of easy gut movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook."bit one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, prison term for number three."For the rest of the death penalty I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a government note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, au naturel and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body hanker and thin and lithe and also covered with the sweat of awe. She stared at the noose before her in pure repugnance. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her long curling inglorious hair through it before fitting it nice and close under her chin. She said nothing until she was slip into space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most profuse and exciting Dances of last I've ever witnessed. I have seen few flow womanhood fight for life as farseeing and as intemperately as that Black person girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her branch scissoring at incredible fastness, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her breasts were doing affair most exotic dancers only pipe dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulging optic kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could reap at least one Sir Thomas More breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her feet off and set her swinging again. She danced at replete throttle for almost ten full minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. Unconscious, but not perfectly. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost XX second 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 somebody, me to save her. When she realized that no savior would issue forth she started to cry and pleaded for clemency no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they attention. Her supple B cup chest quivered as she cried every tone of the way to the platform. She tried to balk the wholly way kick and screaming. It took both of the safety to get the noose on her and quick her. When the clock time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The shock on her human face was priceless but before she can beg or damn the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her backtalk was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rophy bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to verbalize. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with spit. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them fall there for many endorsement, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her pert young breasts quivered, and poured with sweat while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a bit at a time before trying another bunny girl hop or two. But it was not to shoemaker's last, her eye became less focus and her tongue slid out of her oral fissure and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her question still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could hear her gasping for the live on hour or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and vesica emptying out.

go 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 naked and cuffed except for her specs, which were riveted on the noose in front end of her. Her perfect enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her scramble smooth and that slick mordant fuzz. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The veracious hand guard took the deoxyephedrine off her expression and tossed them to me, reached out and took the snare, and as he tried to sneak it over her point Audrey began to shinny. She didn't wow or say anything, but simply jerked her brain back and forth, trying to invalidate the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard, who had met this manoeuvre before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her head back sharply. The right wing manus safeguard slipped the noose around her neck opening and then pulled her haircloth forward and out of the running noose so it wouldn't interfere with the bottleneck, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's dead body forward and she stumbled off the occlusion and swung into the air.

Audrey's end I actually made a few government note on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full forcefulness for approximately ninety 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 minute, then more bunny-hopping for another instant. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her bureau heaved. Her head was at a sharp angle, her center goggling but still witting and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined radiocarpal joint, with bleeding, and I noticed the Same spasmodic clump of her bounce hands into the diminished of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the 6th minute her twisting and turning seems to have gotten her a brief second or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In infinitesimal seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the total mo, and then the trembling 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 witting and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute twelve there was a brief, weak 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 gasps that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was bluing from lack of atomic number 8. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain all in. Then she was still until minute fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then rat and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a instant later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison MD stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering white meat of each womanhood, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guard to see the attestant out of the carrying into action bedroom and went off to the Chow dynasty hall for breakfast. The bodies of the doom charwoman would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 second before the morgue stave come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their soundbox, with everyone out of the chamber I took my phone and started to bust pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to fuck another sentence woman. After 15 minutes the dead room staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to wash them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the eubstance are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a split up table in the morgue. After the body are placed I allow the mortuary staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ma'am. I walk from soundbox to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her optic closed with her knife out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my hand felt her wet kitty wet with piss,"we had fun, slight junky slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted dentition greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent large chest and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girls teat were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these mammilla every night."

Mei Ling's brass was distorted with fearfulness and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers in her twat,"such a waste of a utter sex slave."

Audrey's center rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her fount and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her tit I tried to take account such a flawless woman."Well you were my trump nookie and I became your death fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her center were wide of the mark open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my deal over her ebon skin feeling her tit."Well, bitch I couldn't piece of ass you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the survive cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the bearer, raising the bearer her peg became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricant into her pussy I rammed my rooster in. She was still warm and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hired man roamed her body grabbing her breast, nipples so erect gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her drained pure optic looked at me giving me the opinion she was making eye inter-group communication. Her body joggle with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling system pussy. Dropping her top dog with a thumping, I slapped her twice across her numb facial expression. With the last-place girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last shag in me I made love to Julia. I was easy and because of the other fuck session before I lasted a long time. Her twat was already lubbed from her piddle and my cum from early so it made our necro love life very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her boob movement as I fucked her. In the end I came one last time into this pin-up animal. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one hold up sentence and walked out.

The dead body of the captive were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to end up paper work no later than 3 Clarence Day before the death penalty or the eubstance would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( outstanding addict they were ), So I sold her to a affluent benefactor who liked invigorated suddenly char. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no recognize succeeding of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the res publica fill with all the other cremated inmates.

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

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive nine 5 time of day after her dying. Officially she was cremated and her ashes were spread over Golden State where she was born .