The Warden's tarradiddle

I have been Warden for eighteen eld. The last three year of my employment have been the Warden at the United DoS Correctional readiness for char at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest women's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only if working capital penalization deftness for women in the federal official system. The prison house contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female offenders. These writ of execution are almost entirely for drug offense under the sum Control Act of 2010, although occasionally char are also executed for other crimes such as murder on Union soldier holding, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the responsibility of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising implementation under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was get-go brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method of death by lethal shot was short, too time-consuming and too expensive to comport out between ten and twenty executions every week. The orotund number of executions was due to the Substance Control Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sale of out narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the will power of fairly modest amounts of drugs for any use, sale or personal. America finally decided to get sober about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other capital punishment law in American story, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few year there were at least a thousand executions at Femdea annually. Even though the drug nemesis has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a modest phone number of people who simply don't get the message, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per yr, and are expected to remain at that level for some time. In my own prison term at Femdea, the fewest number of woman I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the prominent number ten. The usual number of hangings on carrying out Clarence Shepard Day Jr. nowadays is normally between five and eight cleaning woman. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appealingness process takes about a twelvemonth. Pardons and commutations are rare, although they do occur. When the prison house warden is served notice that a expiry row inmate's appealingness has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning 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 sense of bodily fluid ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her sentence will be duly carried out in one calendar month clip, that there is no further hope for effectual interposition and she must pen herself for death. This where the crying and screaming usually occur, and there are check psychological counselor available for the objurgate char. They're good at their jobs, and this is why we have so few instances of womanhood struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a foresighted row of cellular phone which runs analog with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a stage in an auditorium, a raised political program approximately forty foot long and twelve feet wide, supported by concrete mainstay. The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual trap doors, but there were too many mechanical problems and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off scheme. In front of the platform are rows of folding chair for informant. A single steel light beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete rampart of the death house runs over the political platform at a height of about 15 feet. The girder is also supported by two concrete mainstay near either end, and is boost held up by steel hiatus cable television bolted into the cap. At separation, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the light beam, and the noosed rope are attached to these bolt of lightning, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows program. There is about three pes of clearance between the shaft of light and the boundary, so that when a condemned cleaning woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the chopine is covered in industrial carpet, except for gumshoe matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabouret to open them their ancient and adjust epithet, to the door of each holding cell. The golosh matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned women actually urinate in terror at the spate of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucketful handy. ) There is a peep jam on the door of each cell, but these remain shut until the prisoner is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large sword squares or column with a set of five stride leading up to them, with a carpet top. The Mexican valium are of seasoned manila hemp. The slip noose is of the Brits style with a punishing plastic D-ring instead of the common American-style noose with the hangman's burl. To be good, this adaptation won out because the execution team found it too a good deal difficulty and too time-consuming to tie the many noose needed for multiple death penalty. One noose dangles in forepart of each engine block. The actual slaying crew who carry out the wall hanging are all manful corrections policeman ; female corrections policeman are with each condemned fair sex in each holding electric cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the slaying, I enter the expiry firm by the inside door ( not from the gallows position ) and goes from cell to cell along the interior corridor, reading each condemned woman her decease stock-purchase warrant and asking if she has any last give-and-take to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight xlv, the official witnesses ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus traveling expenses and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock astute, once all the nooses have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to take note, and I will give the signal to begin.

The holding cells are numbered on the gallows side of meat, one through ten. I slides back the peep golf hole slot on prison cell number one. One of the female guards on the inside unlocks the door and admits the Warden and two Male guards from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides candid, the second female person safety requests that the captive stand up. She is wearing a white infirmary examen night-robe with only a single twine tie at the back. When the murder team enters, the distaff sentry go petition that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is all in, there is no more speech of any form, although in praxis sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female person safety device then unties the hospital nightie and lets it fall to the floor. ( Prisoners are executed in the nude painting supposedly because the append mortification is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn't have to unclothe them and pull off dresses and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The female safety draws the sentence charwoman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards cuff her.

She is then led out the room access, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the pace and onto the block, which is large enough for three people to put up on the top. She has a Male guard duty on either slope of her, holding her arms. The sentry duty on her right reaches out with one deal and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both implements of war and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the gin around her neck opening and cinches it under her jaw just below the correctly ear. He nods to the guard on the leftfield. Each precaution keeps one script on the prisoner's elbow, place their other workforce on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any word or advance postponement they"attend"her, as the prescribed nomenclature says, off the stop. They don't actually tug unless the captive is struggling. If the captive is quietly and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The reprobate adult female drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her cervix, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden gust, her brain is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from threescore seconds to fifteen min or to a greater extent, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as unique as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck opening is broken, but the estimate that a broken neck causes instant death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell apart the neck is broken because there are no major convulsions, but there is austere twitching and palpitating in the dead body and the hanging cleaning woman's head rolling back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her rima oris as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the pearl does not break the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the sentence woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of track has the event of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth, the rope creaking. With the swing of her dead body and the heaving of her pectus as she tries to draw and quarter breath, her breasts jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and spin at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, middle goggling in her pass. Most fall charwoman assay to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or string themselves upwards to take on a minuscule of the insistence off the running noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the slip noose still tighter around their cervix. Very occasionally a hang up woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or animal foot back up on the occlusion for a few mo. In that typesetter's case the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either incline of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the offset wild convulsion and kicking dies down after a few bit, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hang cleaning woman's toes seem to unfold down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to ease the suffering of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than golf shot, first to the right and then to the left wing. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to face into the eyes of a flow woman who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond resourcefulness, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes low, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretch and turning comes the twitching or fitful phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and saccade of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a brilliantly cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in dying and a current of feces and urine is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drainage and standing on a feces and wearing latex mitt, he cleans the dangling dead body with an inebriant and disinfectant-soaked wash cloth. At this peak Death is presumed to have occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty seconds after she shits. You can see the Light go out in their center, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the safety are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the real physical battle of the first executed char has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging leg, I go to cell number two and opens the peephole, the bit condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the closure, and the intact process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her circle comes cell number three's turn of events, and so forth until all of Friday's deal of condemned cleaning lady 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 active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the cognitive operation, I shall set about my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a strong amount of magnate over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own pleasance. The doom womanhood always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with cleaning woman who face certain destruction. So I used my view and index to work up myself a serail of temporary women. I think it's best I tell you in detail what I'm talking about. I've received file on five sentence women whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth monger. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some supernumerary hard currency merchandising Coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a magniloquent, elegant looking light-skinned black girlfriend 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 young, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her launching into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a red-hot onetime ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine wont, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, knack means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and form certain their medical see to it up comes back clean, I visited each of the cleaning lady and inform them of the court's decision and allow them a day to process the news. Then I start my routine. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her consistency had several intricate biker tattoos, including the touchstone barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girl 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 hospital and administered a standardized compound, she was in a euphoric state as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude body, she had good house breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny young woman, with vernal skin, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful organic structure, but it hasn't taken it bell. She took my turncock in her mouth and started to draw. She was a in effect cock sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful oculus, I was after all making the days to her inevitable dying bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard tool into her snatch. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my turncock easily. She was tight and wet as my cock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must have sent euphoria through her mastermind. Grabbing her business firm breasts, I couldn't hold much recollective and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, mucilaginous Andrew D. White liquidity slowly dripped out of her kitty. She giggled as she ran her finger down to her hunker and returned her fingers with the cum back to her oral cavity sucking it."What a wasteland of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this junky gripe 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 phone without a shower, I wanted her to hold my cum for the night, my show for her. I gave her a hit every few 24-hour interval before her time was up, she was grateful every time.

Julia was my best-loved in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a footling boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my need if I allowed telephone set calls between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to happen. 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 organic structure was a little plump, but shapely, she was a Melanerpes erythrocephalus, and her binding and her buttocks were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent knockers I had ever seen and a fiery red bush. She had a C-section scar above her stoop,"at least her snatch will be tight."I thought to myself She had her center down casted, she was blushing and quite aflutter which turned me on even more."look 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 nudity with her hands, her action only pushed her large breast up forming a large cleavage which delighted me."Only with the beginner of my son, and he left us."She said with a articulation that is barely a whisper,"When can I talk to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of course. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my paw on her thighs, she spread her branch on que. I massaged her privileged thigh with my workforce and my tongue explored her chthonian region. She moaned and put her hand on my head teacher as her puss juice started to flow. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and nervous. I played with her large beautiful white meat for geezerhood before letting her suck me. She wasn't very know at it as she did recount the Sojourner Truth of her lacking in sexual mate. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the last stopcock she will experience in this mankind. Our beloved fashioning was slow at first off, as my hammer slid in and out of her wet pussycat. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't bill as I didn't stop fucking her, my dick was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her breasts leap. She rode faster and faster when I shot a mo loading into her. It was consummate extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to roll 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 oculus her feeling of distress suddenly turned to hurt as she realized she didn't have that recollective to worry about such matter. I held her feeling her chest against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her puss and on to my ball."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cellular phone cook for you to sing to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juices from our conjugation down there. clean house it up with your sass and let me see you accept it."Her eyes 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 prevent farther leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with nifty reluctance licked the cum off my cock and Lucille Ball. The tactile sensation was bang-up, her tender clapper on my skin was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted child protective avail 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 string up up the earpiece, but with a unshakable gesture I took the phone away. With tears in her oculus she walked to the privy 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 word was spoken and I guided her hands to my one-half vertical pecker. 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 branch and rammed my cock in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her face not wanting to osculate me. Grabbing her cheek with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can find her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my part I was passionate as I was very appeal to this woman. Foundling her tit as I increased my tempo of thrusts until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her canal. No doubt she would have been meaning that Night, but we would never screw. After the shower I sent her back to her mobile phone. I would be intimate her the most of all the girls and once a hebdomad would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was immature and very good looking, but her miserable choice of virile companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her looking, her attitude left little to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my bridge player on her. I could only see her naked eubstance during the physical test and exhibitioner. Her caramel-colored body was long and incline and lithe, her breasts were richly and buoyant. Her pubic fuzz were nice and trimmed. I could only starve after them for now, but I will take my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the temper.

Next I went to Mei Trapa bicornis, age unknown she was unseasoned looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look young. She was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her unveiling into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public protector simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a interpreter and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too latterly. A half ass appeal later she was under my superintendence until her wrong date with the snare. She was in closing off simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctoral examination, skinny lady friend with shoulder duration hair. She had a very young-looking face with B size tit that were perky and supple. She had a magnanimous nighttime bush as many Asiatic adult female don't shave, and a prissy little round of drinks butt. I had prepared for our encounter, using Google translate I roughly printed out a subject matter which conveyed something along the product line of, she was condemned to expiry but she may be pardoned by me if she would perform any and all sexual request from me for a month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of top executive abuse their spatial relation regularly where she is from and it's dim-witted understanding that I can abuse such power to grant her animation if she was bequeath do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to strip as I stepped out and dismissed the safety device standing remote for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei Molva molva, I faced the doorway until I hear the guards footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei cusk was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and scared. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, following to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her backtalk. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her manpower she massaged my cock while using the tip of her knife licking it. It was a mutual mistake that a little girl never gave a C job before would ready. That made me smile, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several transactions before I grabbed her head and thrusted my cock into her mouthpiece. 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 eyes sternly. Slowly moving her headland back towards my prick, this time she opened her oral fissure and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a popsicle. Slowly I try thrusting a short deeper, at beginning she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least one-half way in. Getting turned on by this female child lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her pegleg. Looking at her President Bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just open her pussy rim and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very Whitney Young young lady no Thomas More than 18 but I think she was even younger ; her cunt can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no impedimenta, so soul else had already destroyed her virginal membrane. No big good deal, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the trafficker, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, extra tax for the journey. She did not closed her eyes as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high gear school you would have it off what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her limber titty I shot hot shipment into her. As I grunted savagely like an brute she began to press me off her but I was too substantial 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 optic she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. pregnancy is the least of her worries. We laid there with me still rock hard inside her, I was still horny and I flip her around on all fours. Her kitty may not had been a virgin but that ass gob's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy prick slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt impudence. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck from keister. She was weeping by now, saying things that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my early manus and guided my cock towards her plump for entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed base, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to reckon from pleasure but it's more potential from painful sensation. That was a pissed asshole I drilled, the cerebration of me being the exclusively stopcock that would ever enter this ass hole made me luxuria for her more. After a brief but vicious Brassica napus of that Virgo the Virgin ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several more meter before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would justify her, pathetic pudding head thing, well at to the lowest degree you were a great sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV newsperson with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was gallant she feared end even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front of her fount and she readily accepted any terminus I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my dear admirer from college I would not call in a favor for a piece of twat, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my chamber she found the big screen in front of the bed playing old cartridge holder of her reportage and the Lapp outfit she was wearing lay folded on a chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful woman on TV."Oh you pervert, fine lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her eyes and took off her prison overalls. Her body white as marble, recollective pitch blackness hair and honey oil optic, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her network pay for. Dark triangular bush, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her face. She put on her blouse and annulus with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her sleek 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 betray her sentiment, she is a ex-serviceman for sure as shooting, how many reservoir and master did you roll in the hay for your stories and promotions ? Without any instigate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my putz all the way in and out making gurgling noises and moaning at the same time. She looked up at me with her sultry eyes through her glass and I just couldn't take it and shot my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my pecker as streams of hot cum entered her backtalk. When my rooster stopped pulsating she release and opened her mouthpiece revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The following 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 following to her. She was a marvellous cuddler, running her hired man through my hair, played with my tomentum. I founded her vauntingly fudge breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them let loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so debauched at her network, what executive can resist her ? I slowly became voiceless again playing with her, she smiled and put down her methamphetamine. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a woman her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her bird up so its easier for me then pushing her knocker together with her unfastened blouse."Look at that sexy elegant charwoman on the tv babe, did you fantasize about fucking her ? Opening up her blouse ? Sucking her on beautiful knocker ? Emm yes you are fucking her now, she is all yours baby."Her Word of God and eye striking made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my putz shuttering cum into her waiting kitty-cat. I held her for a retentive time after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a workweek and every fourth dimension she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the postulation to my protagonist. By the clock time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 solar day left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her meshing or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a menial convict condemned to die and throw no more striking with the out-of-door man not even with a lawyer because the time for appeals has long retiring. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned charwoman again were, Margie my junky slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out Methedrine dealer. Julia my fancy woman of the month, aged 28, was a unmarried female parent who had tried to take some extra cash selling snow and got the gallows instead, Naima the cunt, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned black young woman who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some atonement 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 young, was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her unveiling into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous late ace TV newsperson and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able to get it through her foreland that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for metier personalities, hang means hang.

I have to allow in that I was anxious and a little sad. I was queasy to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my courtesan go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guards would do something foolish like have a forget me drug break on a girl, or drive a girl off the blockage but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hangings went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the low two writ of execution, Margie my petty junky trollop and Julia my front-runner cum recipient of the month. You should bear in judgement that until the threshold 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 mobile phone with six citizenry in it, and so since I entered the cellphone after the safeguard I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her soundbox with the intricate biker tattoos, including the banner barbed wire around the bicep. Her shortly blond haircloth freshly washed, and those thoroughly firm breasts, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. She looked manoeuvre at me with those downcast eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more fuck or any intimate party favour that I could hold open her from her fate but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was zippo 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 flex her head to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the program I stopped on the chopine to the right hand of her, and the sentry go took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the running noose in front of her with no expression in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her headland and around her neck, cinching it under her right field ear. She turned her head to expect at me briefly saying sayonara with her heart and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm interpreter she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kvetch, and I noticed her tongue came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her whitened, tattooed torso sprain and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hands against the small of her binding, twisting them until her wrist joint bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny girl hopping"to fascinate a breath, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her boob flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my wooden leg trying to hide my beginning erecting. Then she resumed kicking for a clip and then suddenly she sagged and began to jerk."goodbye junkie loose woman"I thought as she twitched.

"All right,"I said quietly."Let's do number two."Turning I led the precaution back to the cell doorway and opened the eyehole on the endorsement cell.

Julia had her face to the rampart and the female guard was just untying her infirmary scrubs and letting it come down when I entered the cellular phone. I watched the safety do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female guard gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrists. Her paw were a little plump, but shapely, and her alky red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to see respectable on the day ), and her back and her posterior were powdered with freckles 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 glorious doorknocker that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first coming upon. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 time of day ago we had our finis session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the warhead she swallowed to eternity. But she did not plowshare my enthusiasm, her aspect was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her unscathed body was glistening with fret, the acrid stew 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 of rules and will be taken care of, pitiful Julia, I only wanted your consistence 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 footmark 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 woman who are last in line for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female person dead body dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My answer to that may fathom odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own slip noose is in nominal head of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a decry cleaning lady look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the slip noose over Julia's capitulum and closed it under her right ear. She didn't feeling at me, but instead closed her oculus and started drawing in deep, cryptic breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suckle as much air and oxygen into her physical structure as possible. I've noticed that a lot of women 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 breath is about to be choked off forever. The guards put their workforce on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to pop out struggling, but the sentry duty resumed the pressure on her back, and this fourth dimension she let herself go forward until she dropped. Her teat were tumid enough so that even from behind I could see them flop 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 tongue had protruded instantly, Julia's teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of pain. Her cervix was loggerheaded and her organic structure gravid, and you could see the circle biting into it, burning itself into her chassis. 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 turnup so she could take hold of the rope. Julia did the"scissor hold"for a bit, straightened peg going back and forth like scissor hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute, trying to draw at to the lowest degree one gasping breathing spell, without success. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like jello. backrest and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"staircase,"deflection and kicking her legs like she was trying to climb an invisible stair. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her kitty-cat running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her ramification. Seeing my cum dripping down her stage for the finish metre I was rock surd, luckily all the guards were facing away from me. She grew weaker and weaker before settling down after maybe five instant into a farsighted, slow down writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the rope. I had to crusade the urge to snap up a feel 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 bear well-situated now, just keep an eye on your two ladies and make a annotation of the meter when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splash and saw that urine and a flow of relax bowel movement were running down Margie's branch. I jotted down the meter in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. Okay, time for number three."For the eternal sleep of the carrying out I did not go cell to cell and just observed, I made a bank bill when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored body retentive and list and lithe and also covered with the perspiration of care. She stared at the snare before her in pure horror. The guard flipped it expertly over her head and drew her longsighted curling black hair through it before fitting it nice and snug under her chin. She said zilch until she was slide into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most excessive and turn on dancing of Death I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged cleaning woman fight for life as hanker and as tough as that black girl did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible speeding, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her knocker were doing thing most exotic dancers only dream of. It was obvious from the way her convex middle kept looking at the engine block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one more breathing place of biography, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her human foot off and set her swinging again. She danced at full moon throttle for almost ten wide-cut minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tormented lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the Mexican valium. Unconscious, but not abruptly. Naima didn't actually empty her intestine and bladder until almost twenty minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Ling my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or someone, me to lay aside her. When she realized that no Christ would amount she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubt, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they tending. Her supple B cup chest quivered as she cried every stride of the way to the platform. She tried to jib the hale way kick and screaming. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and ready her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The cushion on her boldness was invaluable but before she can beg or damn the guard pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouth was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the Mexican valium bit into her cervix. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to verbalise. She began to gurgled and her sassing foamed with saliva. She was the low I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her knees up almost parallel with her waist and letting them hang there for many secondment, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her irreverent untried tit quivered, and poured with lather while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny girl hop or two. But it was not to close, her eye became less focused and her glossa slid out of her oral fissure and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eye. Her head still rolled and salivate bubbled from her sassing. I could hear her gasping for the live on second or so of her life, and then came the drip and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

Last but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cubicle,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out nude and cuffed except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in front of her. Her perfect tense enhanced knocker bounced perfectly as she walked out, her scrape smooth and that silklike black hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the block. The right hand sentry go took the glasses off her expression and tossed them to me, reached out and took the slip noose, and as he tried to slip it over her head Audrey began to struggle. She didn't scream or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth River, trying to void the gin falling down around her neck. The left-hand sentry duty, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her forefront back sharply. The right helping hand sentry go slipped the gin around her neck and then pulled her haircloth forward and out of the snare so it wouldn't interfere with the constriction, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the pulley and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few bank note on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full force out for approximately ninety seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a arcminute. Then she climbed the stair for about XXX secondment, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a bit, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her white meat bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her question was at a sharp angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her natural language partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic watering at her cuff-confined wrists, 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 straining and turning seems to have gotten her a brief moment or two where she could emit a small. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In instant seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full minute, and then the quivering and twitch began, accompanied by rolling of the top dog and foaming from the mouth. From about the ninth minute on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still conscious and followed us as we moved on the political program. In minute twelve there was a brief, light 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 pant that drew no air. Her tongue now rolled out fully and it was aristocratic from want of oxygen. Even if she had been cut down at that instant she would almost certainly have been genius dead. Then she was quiet until moment fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shop and make. 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 breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all perfectly. I ordered the safety to escort the watcher out of the executing chamber and went off to the grub hall for breakfast. The bodies of the condemned fair sex would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 minutes before the morgue staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the chamber I took my phone and started to snap pictures of each of them. I like to look at them to get me excited before I go to fuck another doomed woman. After 15 minutes the mortuary staff arrived, I supervised them spraying the body to wash them and lowering them down on capstone. Then the consistence are transported to the morgue. Now each charwoman was placed on a separate table in the morgue. After the trunk are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from consistency to body taking picture and foundling them.

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

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the succeeding table. I grabbed her magnificent with child boob and sucked on her erect mammilla ( all the girls tit were erect from being strangled )."Oh I could get married you, I could feature looked forward to these nipple every night."

Mei Ling's side was distorted with fear and jar and foamed with spit. I slide 2 digit in her pussy,"such a waste of a perfect sex slave."

Audrey's eyes rolled upwards and I could only see the whites of her optic, I placed her glasses back on her face and sucked on her tongue tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."well you were my best fuck and I became your last sleep together"

Finally I came to Naima, her eye were wide open as she fought so desperately for her life. I ran my deal over her jet black tegument feeling her breasts."Well, beef I couldn't fuck 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 wooden leg. I pulled her to the boundary of the table and placed her branch in the bearer, raising the holders her legs became suspended in air making a perfect V. applying some lube into her slit I rammed my putz in. She was still warm and hardship has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My manpower roamed her body grabbing her breasts, teat so put up gave the illusion of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her dead staring oculus looked at me giving me the notion she was making eye contact. Her torso jiggle with each of my driving force and soon I shot hot cum into her chilling kitty. Dropping her head teacher with a clunk, I slapped her twice across her dead fount. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girlfriend until I was horny again. With only one stopping point fuck in me I made lovemaking to Julia. I was soft and because of the other fucking school term before I lasted a long time. Her pussycat was already lubbed from her weewee and my cum from early so it made our necro making love very smooth. I took out my phone and filmed her titty motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one finis prison term into this lovely creature. After lieu each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one shoemaker's last clip and walked out.

The bodies of the captive were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to wind up paper oeuvre no later than 3 years before the carrying out or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's next of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( swell freak they were ), So I sold her to a loaded benefactor who liked invigorated numb cleaning lady. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no get laid next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the body politic filling with all the other cremated inmates.

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

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