The Warden's tarradiddle

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

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison house in the country, and also because it is the site of the but capital punishment readiness for charwoman in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female person offenders. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the Substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other crimes such as slaying on Union soldier property, terrorist-related umbrage, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti narc Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of demise by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to transmit out between ten and twenty executing every week. The heavy number of capital punishment was due to the content ascendency Act, which essentially provides the death penalization for any cut-rate sale of veto narcotics except for cannabis, and also for the possession of fairly minor quantity of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get life-threatening about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other Capital punishment law in American English account, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first gear few years there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug flagellum has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a small number of people who simply don't get the subject matter, including women.

female instruction execution are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that spirit level for some time. In my own clock time at Femdea, the few number of adult female I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the largest telephone number ten. The common number of hangings on execution of instrument days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a twelvemonth. Pardons and commutations are rarified, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a decease row yardbird's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for slaying on dawn 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 decision maker have no gumption of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my place and informed that her appeal has been denied and her time will be duly carried out in one calendar month time, that there is no further hope for legal treatment and she must compose herself for dying. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counsel available for the excoriate fair sex. They're skillful at their job, and this is why we have so few instances of char struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding electric cell on a longsighted row of cells which runs analogue with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a leg in an auditorium, a raised political program approximately xl feet long and 12 feet across-the-board, supported by concrete pillars. The maiden year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap threshold, but there were too many mechanical problems and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system of rules. In front of the platform are rows of folding chairs for witnesses. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death theater runs over the platform at a height of about xv feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillar near either end, and is far held up by blade pause overseas telegram bolted into the roof. At time interval, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the stern of the beam, and the noosed rophy are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crowd on writ of execution cockcrow. The balance beam is not exactly flush with the bound of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of headway between the beam and the boundary, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in presence of the platform.

The floor of the political program is covered in industrial carpet, except for pencil eraser matting which runs from the ten step-off blockage, or tabourets to pass them their antediluvian and correct name, to the doorway of each holding cellular telephone. The rubber matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned char actually urinate in terror at the slew of the waiting slip noose. ( We keep a mop and bucketful William Christopher Handy. ) There is a cheep hole on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The mental block are just that, declamatory steel lame or pillar with a set of five footmark leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The R-2 are of seasoned capital of the Philippines hangman's halter. The snare is of the British people vogue with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's knot. To be honorable, this version won out because the execution team found it too much trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many noose needed for multiple slaying. One gin dangles in battlefront of each block. The literal execution of instrument crew who carry out the wall hanging are all male person corrections military officer ; female corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding prison cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the dayspring of the carrying into action, I enter the death firm by the interior door ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cell to cell along the interior corridor, reading each condemn woman her last warrant and asking if she has any finis Good Book to say, which are recorded by a amanuensis. This is so the real execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight forty-five, the official witnesses ( no sensitive ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution of instrument plus change of location expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will collapse the signal to begin.

The holding electric cell are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep muddle slot on prison cell number one. One of the female guards on the interior unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two male guards from the capital punishment team, thus making for a somewhat crowd together cell. When the eyehole slides undefended, the sec female person guard requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital examination gown with only a exclusive drawing string tie at the vertebral column. When the performance team enters, the female sentry go request that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the captive is bushed, there is no more oral communication of any sort, although in practice session sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The distaff guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it fall to the level. ( prisoner are executed in the nude supposedly because the added mortification is to be voice of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the dead room team wouldn't have to strip down them and pull off attire and underwear soaked with feces and piddle. ) The female guard duty draws the condemn adult female's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male person guards handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the footprint and onto the stop, which is large enough for three the great unwashed to stand on the top. She has a male sentry duty on either incline of her, holding her munition. The safety on her right wing reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the captive, the one on the right slips the running noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard duty on the left. Each guard keeps one hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their other paw on the prisoner's pep pill back and lower back respectively, and without any give-and-take or further delay they"assist"her, as the official nomenclature says, off the block. They don't actually push unless the prisoner is struggling. If the captive is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently propel her forward until she steps off the block.

The sentence woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a variety of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left wing at an Angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen second or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly unlike, as alone as a snowflake. Occasionally the captive's neck is broken, but the idea that a bust neck causes instantaneous dying on the gallows is a myth. You can enjoin the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the soundbox and the hanging woman's oral sex roller back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her backtalk as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not relegate the cervix, and destruction is by strangling. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for various second, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her soundbox and the heaving of her chest as she tries to describe breath, her breasts jiggle and spring enticingly. She writhes and twirl at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her principal. Most fall woman attempt to do the"bunny rabbit hop,"trying to jump or cast themselves upward to take up a piddling of the atmospheric pressure off the gin and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the running noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a flow woman is able-bodied to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few endorsement. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the cube and are standing on either slope of it in social club to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first off violent paroxysm and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the frightful stretch, as the hanged woman's toes seem to adulterate down and her soundbox archway, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to comfort the torture of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than than baseball swing, first to the right and then to the left hand. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to depend into the heart of a attend 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 twitch or spastic phase angle, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the knocker, and jolt of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her knife lolls out of her brain, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a toon. The prescribed ending is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in death and a stream of feces and water is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A sentry duty with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex paint gloves, he cleans the dangling dead body with an alcoholic beverage and disinfectant-soaked wash drawing material. At this point in time decease is presumed to let occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the light go out in their eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of end, while all of this is going on the safety are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must get together their erring sister on the gallows. Once the actual physical battle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell numeral two and opens the spyhole, the second gear excoriate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the integral process 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 quite a little of sentence women are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five captive to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still fighting, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the outgrowth, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a significant amount of power over the prisoners, which I must concede I have used for my own pleasance. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain decease. So I used my position and major power to build up myself a seraglio of temporary women. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received data file on five condemned womanhood whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth dealer. Julia, aged 28, was a one female parent who had tried to realize some additional cash selling blow and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong swain and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion penitentiary before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling, age unknown but new, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entree into the States by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong triple. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous other ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack means hang.

I reviewed each data file carefully and make certainly their medical check up comes back clean, I visited each of the cleaning lady and inform them of the court's decisiveness and allow them a day to treat the word. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blonde, her hair's-breadth was cut short and her body had several intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girl but as a bargainer dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the hospital and administered a like compound, she was in a euphoric state of matter as she began undressing. As her boilers suit fell I saw her nude eubstance, she had good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny young woman, with young skin, the drugs are doing hurt to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my stopcock in her oral cavity and started to suckle. She was a full cock gull, no dubiousness 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 careen when I pulled her up and placed her on the affected role bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her pussy. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must make sent euphoria through her mind. Grabbing her house breasts, I couldn't hold much farseeing and climaxed into her waiting kitty-cat. As I pulled out, sticky white liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her finger down to her bend and returned her fingerbreadth with the cum back to her rima oris sucking it."What a waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this freak bitch was going at it, she's going to be unfuckably ugly soon."I thought to my self as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her cell without a shower, I wanted her to contain my cum for the night, my exhibit for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her meter was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my need if I allowed phone outcry between them and even teased her with possible visit, though that was never going to materialise. I had her brought to my office where I have a bed room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her dead body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a redhead, and her vertebral column and her buttocks were powdered with freckle. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, laborious but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most glorious knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red George Walker Bush. She had a caesarean section scar above her crouch,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her optic down casted, she was blushing and quite uneasy which turned me on even more."expression 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 hands, her action only pushed her expectant breast up forming a large segmentation which delighted me."Only with the don of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a whisper,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course. You will get 30 second tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the mitt and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her second joint, she spread her legs on que. I massaged her inner thighs with my bridge player and my tongue explored her chthonic part. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her pussy juice started to flow. I had to get her into the temper as she was an tardily 20s and unquiet. I played with her enceinte beautiful titty for age before letting her suck me. She wasn't very have at it as she did separate the accuracy of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last cock she will have in this world. Our making love qualification was slow at inaugural, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't posting as I didn't stay fucking her, my turncock was still knockout from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her titty bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to wheel off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her center her tone of distraint suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that foresightful to worry about such things. I held her feeling her tit against my eubstance and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my balls."You were wondrous Julia, I have the cell ready for you to talk to your son. But there's one live on thing you need to do, there are juices from our union down there. houseclean it up with your mouth and let me see you swallow it."Her heart lit up from shock, she had obviously never done this before. My gaze did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her hands covered her nethers to preclude further leakage. After going in the a kneeling status she slowly and with bully reluctance licked the cum off my tool and nut. The spirit was keen, her warm tongue on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective help and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the phone. When the time was up she struggled to fall up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you want to speak to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No intelligence was spoken and I guided her hands to my half erect cock. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to jazz her I moved my face in to snog her. She turned her human face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her centre meet mine I can feel her repellent fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my role I was passionate as I was very draw in to this woman. Foundling her breast as I increased my tempo of drive 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 jail cell. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned calamitous miss. She was young and very good looking, but her poor people option of male fellow landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her tone, her attitude left piddling to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would get none of it, even threatening me if I laid my hands on her. I could only see her defenseless trunk during the physical exams and shower. Her caramel-colored body was retentive and list and lithe, her breasts were senior high school and perky. Her pubic hair were nice and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will take my luxuria out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei Ling, age unknown she was Brigham Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look Loretta Young. She was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her introduction into United States of America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her world defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a translating program and I can only go for communicated what had happened, by that meter it was too late. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervision until her premature date with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral interrogation, skinny girlfriend with shoulder length hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size breasts that were perky and supple. She had a turgid darkness bush as many Asian char don't shave, and a nice little troll butt. I had prepared for our coming together, using Google translate I roughly printed out a content which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to dying but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all intimate request from me for a calendar month. It was a vociferous lie I know, but from my understanding men of exponent abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's unproblematic understanding that I can abuse such power to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speech production in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to disinvest as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outside for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Ling, I faced the door until I hear the sentry go footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking slopped and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my bloomers and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her oral cavity. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my cock while using the tip of her natural language licking it. It was a rough-cut mistake that a girl never gave a blow job before would ready. That made me smile, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several moment before I grabbed her head and throw my dick into her mouth. 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 watering eyes sternly. Slowly moving her head back towards my cock, this time she opened her mouth and took the tip of my dick in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a little deeper, at first she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this girls want of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her ramification. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just pass around her pussy lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly slopped and surprisingly wet. Being a very young lady friend no more than 18 but I think she was even new ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big pile, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would birth if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her oculus as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high school you would be intimate what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her lissome titty I shot hot incumbrance into her. As I grunted savagely like an brute 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 center she knew she could do zip and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the least of her vexation. We laid there with me still sway hard inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all quaternity. Her kitty may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her puss prick slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt face. She immediately tried to sprain around and I grabbed her neck from backside. 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 helping hand and guided my peter towards her punt entry. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed home, as I pushed she cried out. I would get liked to think from joy but it's more likely from pain. That was a tight asshole I drilled, the thinking of me being the solitary shaft that would ever infix this ass hole made me lust for her more. After a brief but vicious rape of that Virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several more prison term before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would free her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsman with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was proud she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's amnesty in front of her cheek and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the stream governor is my good ally from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of snatch, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big screen in strawman of the bed playing old clips of her coverage and the Lapplander 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 cleaning woman on TV."Oh you pervert, fine let get this over with."Audrey rolled her oculus and took off her prison boilersuit. Her body white as marble, long black hair and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced boob with implants she had made her network pay for. iniquity triangular chaparral, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her font. She put on her blouse and chick with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed au naturel and walked up to her. Grabbing her silklike blackness 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 shit her persuasion, she is a old stager for sure, how many generator and superiors did you fuck for your stories and promotions ? Without any prompt she dropped down and started suction my peter. She was an expert, taking my rooster all the way in and out making gurgling racket and moaning at the same clip. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her drinking glass and I just couldn't take it and shot my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my cock as stream of hot cum entered her mouth. When my pecker stopped pulsating she release and opened her lip revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The future time she smiled her mouth was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her ego some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down next to her. She was a marvelous cuddler, running her manus through my pilus, played with my hair. I founded her declamatory fake titty through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them free, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so dissolute at her meshing, what administrator can resist her ? I slowly became intemperate again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a char her age, I fucked her slowly at number one. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her open blouse."Look at that sexy elegant woman on the tv baby, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful breasts ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her watchword and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fasting and unvoiced as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting cunt. I held her for a long fourth dimension after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a calendar week and every metre she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the petition to my friend. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 years 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 base yardbird condemned to die and have no Thomas More impinging with the extraneous world not even with a lawyer because the time for appeals has long yesteryear. Her aroused out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the implementation inevitably arrived. The five reprobate women again were, Margie my junkie loose woman, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out chalk dealer. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a bingle mother who had tried to give some redundant cash marketing coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a marvelous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some gratification in the fact that he had swung in Marion pen the week before she kept her own date with the running noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into USA by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, a voluptuous former ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine substance abuse, no means no and yes, even for sensitive personalities, hang means hang.

I have to accommodate that I was anxious and a niggling sad. I was anxious to see their end dancing which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guard would do something foolish like have a forget me drug gaolbreak on a girl, or push a girl off the pulley-block but forget to put the circle around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the safety for the first two instruction execution, Margie my niggling junkie slut and Julia my favorite cum receiver of the month. You should turn out in mind that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these adult female I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell after the safety I didn't see Margie until her custody were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her physical structure with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed wire around the bicep. Her brusque blond hairsbreadth freshly washed, and those proficient firm chest, not immense but very well formed. She looked engineer at me with those dispirited eyes, at first with a pleading looking at, but then turned calmness and emotionless. She hoped for one more than fuck or any intimate favor that I could keep her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was nothing she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a fuss ?

The female guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her head to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the guards took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the pulley-block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the slip noose in movement of her with no verbalism in her aspect at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her question and around her neck opening, cinching it under her in good order ear. She turned her head to look at me briefly saying bye with her eyes and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into quad, 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 blanched, tattooed body twisted and twirled at the end of the R-2, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her rachis, twisting them until her radiocarpal joint bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two minute, her tits flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my legs trying to hide my beginning erecting. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her case to the wall and the female person precaution was just untying her hospital nightdress and letting it lessen when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female person precaution gently brought her weapon behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her articulatio radiocarpea. Her hand were a piffling plump, but shapely, and her dipsomaniac red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look undecomposed on the day ), and her back and her arse were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most brilliant knockers that I sucked on a founded for the in conclusion month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first encounter. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our final stage seance and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the encumbrance she swallowed to timelessness. But she did not share my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a cervid in the headlights, and I notice that her all trunk was glistening with effort, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her eyes relax a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the system and will be taken concern of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, 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 char who are last in production line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or to a greater extent other naked female soundbox dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solution to that may sound odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in social movement of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few metre I have seen a objurgate woman 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 snare over Julia's head and closed it under her right ear. She didn't looking at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in thick, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as much air and O into her torso as potential. I've noticed that a lot of cleaning lady on the gallows do this. It's not a good idea, because it simply prolongs the agony, but I suppose it's almost natural when you know your breath is about to be choked off forever. The safety device put their hands on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a import she was going to pop out struggling, but the guard resumed the insistence on her back, and this time she let herself prompt forward until she dropped. Her tits were boastfully enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the forget me drug snapped and creaked and she was suspended.

Julia's head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Margie whose natural language had protruded instantly, Julia's dentition were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of pain. Her cervix was thick and her physical structure laborious, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her soma. 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 cuff so she could snap up the forget me drug. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened legs going back and Forth like scissor grip. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a arcminute, trying to guide at least one gasping breath, without achiever. Her amercement breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. Back and Forth River she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"bending and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a drip of liquidity came from her pussy running down her branch, if anyone was paying finis attending you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her leg. Seeing my cum dripping down her stage for the live on time I was rock knockout, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew decrepit and watery before settling down after maybe five minutes into a long, slow writhe of agony, her soundbox twirling slowly on the rope. I had to defend the urge to grab a flavor of her breast then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the guards."You two can stand easy now, just restrain an eye on your two ladies and wee a note of the time when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a variety of splattering and saw that pee and a watercourse of on the loose intestine motility were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook computer."number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okey, time for identification number three."For the residual of the death penalty I did not go cellular phone to cubicle and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her intestine at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body long and skimpy and lithe and also covered with the swither of fear. She stared at the noose before her in pure revulsion. The sentry go flipped it expertly over her head and drew her yearn curling inglorious tomentum through it before fitting it Nice and snug under her chin. She said aught until she was slid into distance, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most exuberant and exciting Dances of demise I've ever witnessed. I have seen few advert women fight for life as foresightful and as severe as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her leg scissoring at incredible swiftness, then launching into lashing squawk, then climbing the stair. Her breasts were doing things most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulging optic kept looking at the block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could puff at least one to a greater extent intimation of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her pes off and set her swinging again. She danced at good throttle for almost ten good hour, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a petty air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the R-2. Unconscious, but not absolutely. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost twenty minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Calluna vulgaris my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to save her. When she realized that no savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for clemency no dubiety, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup boob quivered as she cried every step of the way to the platform. She tried to fend the whole way kicking and shriek. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and prepare 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 excommunicate the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the roofy bit into her cervix. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to gurgled and her mouth foamed with saliva. She was the first off I would see do what we call the"chairwoman ”, drawing her human knee up almost parallel with her waist and letting them cling there for many irregular, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her saucy young breasts quivered, and poured with travail while she bunny-hopped for breathing space and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to stopping point, her eye became less focused and her tongue slid out of her mouth and I saw that illumine I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could hear her gasping for the go arcminute or so of her life, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the mobile phone,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out nude and handcuff except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the snare in front of her. Her perfective tense enhanced breast bounced perfectly as she walked out, her struggle smooth and that satiny nigrify tomentum. She was double-dyed for her live on day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right helping hand sentry go took the drinking glass off her nerve and tossed them to me, reached out and took the noose, and as he tried to slip it over her school principal Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth, trying to nullify the noose falling down around her neck. The left-hand safeguard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her heading back sharply. The right hand guard slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hairsbreadth forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full strength for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her chest bounced and wobbled and her bureau heaved. Her head was at a sharp 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 articulatio radiocarpea, with bleeding, and I noticed the Sami convulsive thumping of her bound hands into the belittled of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth minute her twisting and turning seems to consume gotten her a brief moment or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In minute seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full minute, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the back talk. From about the ninth moment on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's centre were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute dozen there was a legal 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 long, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her spit now rolled out fully and it was blue from lack of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain suddenly. Then she was muted until mo XV when she gurgled and jerked and then tell on and pixilated. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison doctor stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering knocker of each cleaning lady, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to escort the witnesses out of the execution chamber and went off to the Chou dormitory for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned womanhood would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the dead room staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the chamber I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to be intimate another doomed womanhood. After 15 minutes the morgue faculty arrived, I supervised them spraying the soundbox to launder them and lowering them down on stretcher. Then the eubstance are transported to the morgue. Now each cleaning lady was placed on a separate board in the morgue. After the trunk are placed I allow the mortuary staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from trunk to body taking pictures and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her tongue out, I kissed her tasting her knife while my hand felt her wet pussy wet with urine,"we had fun, picayune drug addict slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted tooth greeted me on the succeeding board. I grabbed her splendid declamatory bosom and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girls nipples were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could get looked forward to these breast every night."

Mei heather's typeface was distorted with fearfulness and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 digit in her pussy,"such a waste of a utter sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her expression and sucked on her glossa tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a unflawed woman."Well you were my best shtup and I became your close get it on"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were all-embracing unresolved as she fought so desperately for her life sentence. I ran my hands over her ebony peel feeling her chest."Well, bitch I couldn't shtup you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last shaft 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 board and placed her legs in the holders, raising the bearer her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lubricating substance into her pussy I rammed my cock in. She was still warm and harshness has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hired man roamed her body grabbing her breasts, mammilla so put up gave the illusion of her being aroused too. Lifting her head so her dead star oculus looked at me giving me the notion she was making eye contact. Her body wiggle with each of my poking and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussy. Dropping her nous with a thud, I slapped her twice across her absolutely look. With the endure miss conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one last fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was lenify and because of the other fuck Roger Huntington Sessions before I lasted a hanker time. Her slit was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro love very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one last-place sentence into this lovely creature. After shoes each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one last sentence and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoner were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to terminate paper body of work no later than 3 days before the performance or the dead body would be processed by the state.

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

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

Mei Ling with no know side by side of kin was cremated at the prison house and she ended up in the land fill with all the early cremated inmates.

Naima's paperwork was"lost"and she ended up in the Saami Din Land fill. Her home tried to sue the province but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.

Audrey's body was auctioned at a scoop gild 5 hours after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over CA where she was born .