The Warden's tarradiddle

I have been Warden for eighteen class. The last three class of my exercise have been the Warden at the United DoS Correctional installation for char at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the largest char's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only Das Kapital punishment facility for char in the Federal system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple execution of female wrongdoer. These executions are almost entirely for drug offenses under the substance Control Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for early crimes such as murder on Union soldier property, terrorist-related crime, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the duty of Warden and in mission of organizing and supervising executions under what is known as the Anti nark Protocol.

The ANP was first off brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the convention method of death by deadly injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to transport out between ten and 20 execution of instrument every hebdomad. The heavy number of executing was due to the sum control condition Act, which essentially provides the death penalty for any sales agreement of prohibited narcotics except for ganja, and also for the ownership of fairly pocket-sized amounts of drugs for any use, cut-rate sale or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any early Washington punishment law in American language account, the statute has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first 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 routine of people who simply don't get the message, including women.

female person carrying into action are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that point for some time. In my own time at Femdea, the few bit of adult female I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the tumid routine ten. The usual identification number of hangings on performance days nowadays is normally between five and eight women. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The effectual collection cognitive operation takes about a yr. pardon and commutations are uncommon, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a demise row yard bird's ingathering has been rejected, she is scheduled for instruction execution on cockcrow a calendar month from the day, unless that day falls on Dec 25 Day, the quartern of July, or for some ironic reason, Valentine's Day. ( Who says prison administrators have no sense of humor ? ) The prisoner is brought to my office and informed that her appeal has been denied and her time will be duly carried out in one month sentence, that there is no far promise for legal treatment and she must compose herself for death. This where the tears and screaming usually occur, and there are trained psychological counselors useable for the condemned woman. They're good at their business, and this is why we have so few example of women struggling or fighting when they are taken to the gallows. The prisoner is then removed to a holding cell on a long row of cellular phone which runs parallel with the gallows platform.

I need to depict the gallows itself. It is almost like a stagecoach in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately forty feet long and 12 metrical foot wide, supported by concrete pillar. The first year it was erected the warden of the time tried individual lying in wait doors, but there were too many mechanically skillful problems and delays, so Femdea switched to an older and simpler stepping-off system. In battlefront of the platform are rows of folding president for attestor. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete paries of the death house runs over the platform at a height of about fifteen human foot. The girder is also supported by two concrete pillars near either end, and is further held up by steel suspension cable television bolted into the roof. At intervals, heavy-duty steel U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these thunderbolt, threaded in manually by the set-up crowd on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the bound of the gallows platform. There is about three feet of clearance between the shaft and the edge, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial carpet, except for rubber matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give way them their ancient and rectify name, to the door of each holding cell. The gumshoe matting is laid down because sometimes the condemn women actually urinate in terror at the deal of the waiting noose. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peep hole on the room access of each cell, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, large brand squares or pillar with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The rophy are of seasoned capital of the Philippines cannabis. The noose is of the Brits style with a expectant charge plate D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's mile. To be good, this version won out because the execution team found it too lots trouble and too time-consuming to tie the many nooses needed for multiple slaying. One snare dangles in front of each block. The genuine capital punishment bunch who carry out the dangling are all male rectification officer ; distaff chastening military officer are with each condemned charwoman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the morning of the carrying out, I enter the death mansion by the inside doorway ( not from the gallows side ) and goes from cellular phone to cell along the privileged corridor, reading each doom cleaning woman her death warrant and asking if she has any hold up Book to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the genuine slaying will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight xlv, the prescribed witnesser ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per death penalty plus travel disbursement and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will give the signal to begin.

The holding prison cell are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep hole slot on cell act one. One of the female person guards on the interior unlocks the doorway and admits the Warden and two male safeguard from the capital punishment squad, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides open, the mo distaff guard duty asking that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital scrutiny gown with only a single string tie at the spinal column. When the execution of instrument squad enters, the female guard asking that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech of any kind, although in drill sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The female guard then unties the hospital robe and lets it fall to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude statue supposedly because the added mortification is to be part of their penalty, but frankly I have always thought it was so the morgue team wouldn't have to strip them and rive off garb and underwear soaked with feces and water. ) The female person guard draws the condemned woman's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male sentry go handcuffs her.

She is then led out the door, a few legal brief whole step along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the engine block, which is large enough for three the great unwashed to stand on the top. She has a Male guard on either side of meat of her, holding her subdivision. The guard on her right hand reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left field holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right hand slips the noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left wing. Each precaution keeps one helping hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their other work force on the prisoner's upper back and lower back respectively, and without any news or promote delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the pulley. They don't actually campaign unless the captive is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as nigh are, they gently but insistently make a motion her forward until she steps off the block.

The condemned fair sex drops two to three understructure 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 headspring is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen minutes or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to observe. Every Dance is slightly different, as singular as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's cervix is broken, but the musical theme that a broken neck causes instantaneous destruction on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the cervix is broken because there are no Major turmoil, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's head rolls back and forth, sometimes bloodline coming from her lip as she bites her knife. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop curtain does not break the neck, and demise is by throttling. After the drib the excoriate fair sex usually kicks wildly on air for several second, which of form has the outcome of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the roofy creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breathing spell, her knocker joggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most string up charwoman essay to do the"bunny hop,"trying to climb up or draw themselves upward to strike a little of the insistence off the noose and perhaps draw a pant or two of air, and occasionally they follow, although the resulting slight downward fall cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hang woman is able to wind herself around and actually get her toes or invertebrate foot back up on the auction block for a few second gear. In that event the guards, who have by now come down from the blocking and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her tripping again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsion and kicking die down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hang womanhood's toes seem to stretch down and her organic structure arch, as she seeks some kind of trading floor beneath her to ease the excruciation of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to call on more than swing, first to the right field and then to the left field. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to face into the oculus of a cling char who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond mental imagery, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping randomness, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase angle, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the chest, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her natural language lolls out of her head, a shiny cyanosed down in the mouth almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and vesica relax in dying and a flow of dejection and urine is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hosiery quickly washes the excrement down the drainpipe and standing on a stool and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash fabric. At this distributor point end is presumed to induce occurred, but in my experience it's generally about thirty moment after she shits. You can see the Inner Light go out in their centre, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a naked woman do the Dance of destruction, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must connect their erring sister on the gallows. Once the literal physical struggle of the first executed char has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging phase, I go to cell phone number two and opens the peephole, the second objurgate prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the political platform and up onto the block, and the total summons is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her forget me drug comes cell number three's round, and so forth until all of Friday's mess of decry womanhood are hanging in the air. It is not unknown, when there are less than five prisoners to be hanged, for all three or four of them to be dangling in a row and still active, or"fidgeting"as the term goes. Now that I have explained the cognitive operation, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a real amount of power over the prisoner, which I must confess I have used for my own delight. The doomed women always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain death. So I used my location and mightiness to build up myself a harem of impermanent women. I think it's best I tell you in particular what I'm talking about. I've received files on five condemned cleaning woman whom are all scheduled to dance on the noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth trader. Julia, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to make some excess cash marketing coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a marvellous, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrong boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion penitentiary before she kept her own date with the running noose. Mei cusk, age unsung but unseasoned, was an illegal Formosan immigrant who tried to pay for her entryway into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally, there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a voluptuous former ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her heading that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for medium personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each file carefully and make trusted their medical correspond up comes back clean, I visited each of the women and inform them of the tribunal's decision and allow them a day to treat the newsworthiness. Then I start my modus operandi. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her tomentum was cut short and her physical structure had several intricate biker tattoos, including the measure barbed wire around the bicep. She was a pretty girl but as a trader dipped into her own stash and now, she needed another hit. I arranged it for her, she was brought to the infirmary and administered a interchangeable compound, she was in a euphoric state of matter as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude sculpture body, she had good firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A skinny girl, with young tegument, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful soundbox, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to lactate. She was a good prick sucker, no uncertainty she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful oculus, I was after all making the years to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as careen when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient role bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her kitty-cat. She was already wet already, being 24 her pussy received my cock easily. She was closely and wet as my turncock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must have sent euphory through her brains. Grabbing her business firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, sticky Andrew Dickson White liquid slowly dripped out of her pussy. She giggled as she ran her fingerbreadth down to her crouch and returned her finger's breadth with the cum back to her mouth sucking it."What a waste of a good fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this addict 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 mobile phone without a rain shower, I wanted her to go for my cum for the nighttime, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few days before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favorite in this radical because I found her the most attractive. She had a short boy whom she hasn't seen since her arrest and agreed readily to my demands if I allowed telephone set claim between them and even teased her with possible visits, though that was never going to occur. 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 body was a little plump, but shapely, she was a Melanerpes erythrocephalus, and her back and her rump were powdered with freckles. She turned around and I saw a full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most magnificent breast I had ever seen and a fiery red President Bush. She had a C-section scar above her crouch,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her heart down casted, she was blushing and quite neural which turned me on even more."look at me"I said with a strict vocalisation. 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 wrap up her nudeness with her hands, her action mechanism only pushed her great breast up forming a vauntingly cleavage which delighted me."Only with the begetter of my son, and he left us."She said with a voice that is barely a whisper,"When can I utter to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of trend. You will get 30 minutes tonight after this. Now lets begging."I took her by the hired man and led her to the bed. She laid down and I put my hands on her thighs, she spread her wooden leg on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my hands and my tongue explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hands on my head as her pussy succus started to menstruate. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and unquiet. I played with her large beautiful knocker for ages before letting her suck me. She wasn't very get at it as she did enjoin the Truth of her lacking in sexual partners. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the conclusion cock she will suffer in this world. Our erotic love qualification was tardily at first, as my dick slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt grand beneath me, and soon I couldn't harbour back and came inside her. She didn't observance as I didn't plosive fucking her, my cock was still hard from me being so horny. I rolled with her on the bed and she is now riding me, I thrusted up with her and watched her bosom bounce. She rode faster and faster when I shot a bit load into her. It was pure extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to rove off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being pregnant ?"as I brought her to my eye floor. Her eyes her look of distress suddenly turned to anguish as she realized she didn't have that long to worry about such things. I held her feeling her white meat against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her cunt and on to my chunk."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cell make for you to talk to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are succus from our coupling down there. Clean it up with your backtalk and let me see you withdraw 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 workforce covered her nethers to prevent further leakage. After going in the a kneeling situation she slowly and with bully reluctance licked the cum off my cock and testis. The smell was great, her warm tongue on my peel was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted nestling protective service of process and arranged a 30 min academic session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the speech sound. When the sentence was up she struggled to hang up the phone, but with a firm gesture I took the sound away. With rent in her eyes she walked to the lavatory 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 rain shower with her. No Book 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 ramification and rammed my prick in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to buss her. She turned her face not wanting to buss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her eyes meet mine I can palpate her resistant fade and she closed her eyes as I kissed her. For my component part I was passionate as I was very pull in to this woman. Foundling her titty as I increased my tempo of jab until I grunted and sent another stream of hot cum into her epithelial duct. No question she would cause been significant that Night, but we would never know. After the rain shower I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the girls and once a workweek would order a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned Shirley Temple Black young woman. She was young and very good looking, but her poor choice of Male familiar landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her look, 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 custody on her. I could only see her naked soundbox during the physical exams and cascade. Her caramel-colored body was farsighted and lean and lithe, her knocker were gamy and perky. Her pubic haircloth were dainty and trimmed. I could only lust after them for now, but I will look at my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the modality.

Next I went to Mei Trapa bicornis, age unknown she was vernal looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look untried. She was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into the States by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong three. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an guilty plea. Only later did the section of jurist bring in a translator and I can only hope communicated what had happened, by that time it was too late. A half ass charm later she was under my supervision until her untimely date with the slip noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a upright look at her during the doctorial examination, close lady friend with shoulder distance tomentum. She had a very young-looking face with B sizing breasts that were perky and supple. She had a large dark bush as many Asian woman don't shaving, and a nice niggling round goat. I had prepared for our meeting, using Google translate I roughly printed out a message which conveyed something along the pipeline of, she was condemned to death but she may be pardoned by me if she would do any and all sexual request from me for a calendar month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of tycoon abuse their position regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can misuse such powerfulness to grant her life if she was willing do these thing. 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 guard standing international for 60 moment. He locked me inside with Mei eelpout, I faced the threshold until I hear the guards step fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and pall. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, next to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her paw she massaged my cock while using the tip of her tongue licking it. It was a common fault that a girl never gave a blow job before would make. That made me grinning, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several arcminute before I grabbed her head and hurtle my cock into her backtalk. She gagged in reaction and a teeth made my cock uncomfortable. Letting her go she recoiled back on the bed gagging. I grabbed her pilus and pulled her back up,"no"staring into her tearing eyes sternly. Slowly moving her capitulum back towards my cock, this meter she opened her sassing and took the tip of my cock in. Slowly she sucked on it like a ice lolly. 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 miss deficiency of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her legs. Looking at her pubic hair I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just broadcast her puss lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very young miss no more than 18 but I think she was even untested ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big mountain, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would have if a girl like her fell into my lap, excess tax for the journey. She did not closed her eye as I thrusted into her, the feeling was amazing, if you ever had pussy in high school you would know what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple breasts I shot hot tons into her. As I grunted savagely like an carnal 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 pharynx and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eyes she knew she could do nothing and promptly stopped struggling. Pregnancy is the to the lowest degree of her worries. We laid there with me still sway concentrated inside her, I was still hornlike and I flip her around on all 4. Her kitty-cat may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussy stopcock slippery with cum, reaching down I started to spread her butt cheeks. She immediately tried to turn around and I grabbed her neck opening from behind. She was weeping by now, saying thing that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other bridge player and guided my dick towards her back entree. She stiffens as the tip of my shaft rammed rest home, as I pushed she cried out. I would have liked to consider from pleasure but it's more potential from pain in the neck. That was a soaked asshole I drilled, the thought process of me being the exclusively cock that would ever get into this ass hole made me lustfulness for her Sir Thomas More. After a abbreviated but brutal 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 thought I would free her, poor stupid thing, well at least you were a peachy sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was gallant she feared death even more. I dangled a governor's pardon in front line of her face and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good supporter from college I would not shout out in a favour for a piece of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my sleeping room she found the big screen in presence of the bed playing old time of her reporting and the like kit she was wearing lay folded on a chair next to the bed."put it on Audrey."I said to her sitting on the bed admiring the beautiful char on TV."Oh you pervert, fine Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get this over with."Audrey rolled her heart and took off her prison overalls. Her soundbox white as marble, long black hairsbreadth and green eyes, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced chest with implants she had made her electronic network pay for. wickedness trilateral crotch hair, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her font. She put on her blouse and bird with on bra or pantie. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky black haircloth I kissed her passionately and she actually kissed me back."I always fantasized fucking you on the job."I smiled. Her smirk did not fail her thoughts, she is a veteran for sure, how many rootage and higher-up did you get laid for your stories and advancement ? Without any move she dropped down and started suck my hammer. She was an expert, taking my cock all the way in and out making gurgling disturbance and moaning at the same time. She looked up at me with her sultry optic through her glasses and I just couldn't take it and hit my load. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my putz as watercourse of hot cum entered her mouth. When my cock stopped pulsating she loss and opened her backtalk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The next 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 fantastic cuddler, running her hand through my fuzz, played with my hair. I founded her large fake bosom through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most staring I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so fast at her network, what administrator can resist her ? I slowly became hard 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 fair sex her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her doll up so its easier for me then pushing her chest together with her open blouse."Look at that sexy refined woman on the tv baby, did you fantasy 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 words and eye contact made me horny and I fucked her as fast and tough as I could, soon I feel my peter shuttering cum into her waiting puss. I held her for a long time after. In the month following I would make love her at least twice a week and every clip she asked about her pardon I told I've already sent the request to my friend. By the time she realized she had been doped she only had 3 day left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her meshwork or sue me or severalize everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a lowly yard bird condemned to die and have no more tangency with the external earthly concern not even with a lawyer because the sentence for appeals has long preceding. Her emotional out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the writ of execution inevitably arrived. The five condemned women again were, Margie my junkie adulteress, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out glass principal. Julia my kept woman of the month, aged 28, was a single mother who had tried to take a crap some extra cash selling coke and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, refined looking light-skinned disgraceful missy who had the wrongfulness boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the workweek before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age unknown but youthful, was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged thirty-something, a luscious late ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocain drug abuse, no means no and yes, even for medium personalities, hang means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a little sad. I was nervous to see their death dance which I found highly titillating and I was sad to see my concubine 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 circle fracture on a girl, or labor a little girl off the block but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the suspension went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the first two performance, Margie my little nut adulteress and Julia my best-loved cum receiving system of the month. You should wear in head that until the doorway opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six multitude in it, and so since I entered the cellular phone after the guards I didn't see Margie until her hands were already cuffed behind her and she turned around, naked. I saw her body with the intricate biker tattoos, including the standard barbed telegram around the bicep. Her inadequate blonde hairsbreadth freshly washed, and those honorable firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. She looked manoeuvre at me with those blue eye, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one more roll in the hay or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her circumstances 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 stir ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her point to look at me. I followed behind the guards and when she stepped out onto the political platform I stopped on the chopine to the rightfulness of her, and the guards took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the block and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the gin in front of her with no aspect in her face at all. One of the guards reached over and quickly slipped the noose over her head and around her neck opening, cinching it under her right field ear. She turned her capitulum to face at me briefly saying goodbye with her center and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a becalm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the guards she calmly stepped into space, dropped, stopped, and swung.

Margie's legs splayed a bit as she began to kick, and I noticed her clapper came out immediately. She seemed to be grunting as her Andrew D. White, tattooed body curve and twirled at the end of the forget me drug, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hand against the small of her back, twisting them until her wrist joint bled. After a minute or so she tried"bunny hopping"to catch a breath, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her tits 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 time and then suddenly she sagged and began to jerk."goodbye junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her aspect to the wall and the female safety device was just untying her hospital night-robe and letting it fall when I entered the cell. I watched the precaution do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the cuffs, the female guard duty gently brought her branch behind her back, and he snapped the steel over her wrist joint. Her script were a little plump, but shapely, and her boozer red hairsbreadth was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to attend adept on the day ), and her back and her rear end were powdered with lentigo which I had enjoyed touching so much. She turned around and I saw the full-figured char, intemperate but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most glorious knockers that I sucked on a founded for the last month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our initiative skirmish. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our last sitting and she will be carrying the load I put in her kitty and the load she swallowed to eternity. But she did not ploughshare my ebullience, her nerve was stunned, like a deer in the headlight, and I notice that her unit body was glistening with sweat, the acid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her centre unlax 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 precaution of, sorry Julia, I only wanted your trunk and now its gone there's no more economic value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the stairs 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 experience again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the char who are hold up in furrow for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other naked female bodies dangling on ropes, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My result to that may fathom odd, but it's lawful : 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 times I have seen a condemned womanhood look at those who were hanged before her, it's like they don't take it in. Their eyes turn back to their own noose. )

The guard slipped the noose over Julia's mind and closed it under her right hand ear. She didn't looking at me, but instead closed her eyes and started drawing in recondite, deep intimation after breather, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as a great deal air and oxygen into her body as possible. I've noticed that a lot of cleaning lady on the gallows do this. It's not a salutary idea, because it simply prolongs the torture, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breathing place is about to be choked off forever. The precaution put their manpower on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a consequence she was going to protrude struggling, but the guard resumed the pressure on her back, and this prison term she let herself move forward until she dropped. Her breast were tumid enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the Mexican valium 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 twist around rictus of pain. Her neck was thick and her body gravid, and you could see the roach 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 cuffs so she could grab the roach. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened leg going back and Forth River like scissor hold. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a mo, trying to cast at least one gasping breath, without success. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello. back and Forth she swung like a pendulum, first scissoring, then bunny-hopping and doing what is called the"stairway,"bending and kicking her peg like she was trying to climb up an invisible step. ( This is also sometimes called the"bicycle.") She started to wee-wee as a dribble of liquid state came from her pussy running down her wooden leg, if anyone was paying finish attention you can see some it was a lilliputian thicker and stuck to her legs. Seeing my cum dripping down her stage for the last clip I was rock hard, luckily all the precaution were facing away from me. She grew imperfect and weaker before settling down after maybe five minutes into a foresightful, slow writhe of agony, her body twirling slowly on the rophy. I had to defend the urge to grab a tone of her bosom then and there, but I had to stay professional.

"O.K., she's well on her way,"said I said to the sentry duty."You two can stick out easy now, just keep an eye on your two ladies and relieve oneself a note of the metre when they shit. Wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of slack bowel movement were running down Margie's branch. I jotted down the time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okey, fourth dimension for number three."For the rest of the execution I did not go mobile phone to cell and just observed, I made a line 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 farseeing and list and lithe and also covered with the elbow grease of reverence. She stared at the noose before her in pure repulsion. The sentry go flipped it expertly over her head and drew her longsighted curling opprobrious hair through it before fitting it nice and snug under her chin. She said cipher until she was slid into quad, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most overweening and exciting Dances of demise I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hang women fight for animation as farsighted and as strong as that black young lady did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible pep pill, then launching into lashing kicks, then climbing the stairs. Her breasts were doing things most exotic dancers only ambition of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eyes kept looking at the pulley block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could draw at least one Sir Thomas More breathing place of lifespan, and twice she actually managed it for a second or so, until the guard pushed her foundation off and set her swinging again. She danced at full throttle for almost ten full phase of the moon minutes, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the forget me drug. unconscious mind, but not numb. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and bladder until almost XX min after she was suspended.

Then came Mei heather 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 keep open her. When she realized that no savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for mercy no doubtfulness, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they care. Her supple B cup breasts quivered as she cried every stone's throw of the way to the platform. She tried to resist the whole way kicking and screaming. It took both of the guards to get the noose on her and make her. When the clock time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her head towards me. The seismic disturbance on her cheek was priceless but before she can beg or curse the guards pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her sass was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the R-2 bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to bubble and her sass foamed with spit. She was the first I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her human knee up almost parallel with her waist and letting them fall there for many bit, almost like she was sitting in a professorship. Her pert young chest quivered, and poured with elbow grease while she bunny-hopped for intimation and then scissored for a minute at a time before trying another bunny girl hop or two. But it was not to terminal, her eye became less focused and her glossa slid out of her mouth and I saw that light I mentioned slowly go out in her eyes. Her head still rolled and dribble bubbled from her mouth. I could see her gasping for the last bit or so of her lifetime, and then came the trickle and plop and smell of her bowels and bladder emptying out.

finally but not least there was Audrey. I heard her say from the cell,"No, please, leave them on. I want to see."So she stepped out naked and handcuff except for her eyeglasses, which were riveted on the noose in front of her. Her perfective tense enhanced chest bounced perfectly as she walked out, her skin smooth and that silky contraband fuzz. She was perfect for her stopping point day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the pulley. The right hand safety took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the snare, and as he tried to slip it over her headspring Audrey began to struggle. She didn't belly laugh or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth, trying to debar the gin falling down around her neck. The left guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her headland back sharply. The right paw sentry duty slipped the noose around her neck opening and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the coarctation, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's physical structure forward and she stumbled off the blocking and swung into the air.

Audrey's dying I actually made a few banker's bill on, and it's fairly typical. She kicked full phase of the moon force for approximately xc seconds, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a mo. Then she climbed the step for about thirty second, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her dresser heaved. Her principal was at a sharp angle, her eyes goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her tongue partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic watering at her cuff-confined wrists, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive clunk of her limit hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the one-sixth minute her torture and turning seems to have gotten her a abbreviated moment or two where she could breathe a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In narrow seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the step again for not quite the full-of-the-moon mo, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the head and foaming from the sass. From about the 9th minute of arc on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eyes were still witting and followed us as we moved on the platform. In hour twelve there was a abbreviated, weak spasm of kicking—I noticed that she had actually painted her toenails before walking onto the gallows—followed by an odd sounding series of retentive, gulping gasps that drew no air. Her clapper now rolled out fully and it was puritanical from lack of O. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain stagnant. Then she was calm down until second fifteen when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and pissed. Her eye-light went out about a moment later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison medico stood on his commode and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering chest of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guards to see the witnesses out of the execution chamber and went off to the Chow dynasty student residence for breakfast. The organic structure of the objurgate adult female would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 transactions before the mortuary staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the chamber I took my earpiece and started to snap motion-picture show of each of them. I like to look at them to get me agitate before I go to fuck another ill-omened woman. After 15 minute of arc the morgue faculty arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to wash away them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the torso are transported to the mortuary. Now each charwoman was placed on a disunite table in the morgue. After the dead body are placed I allow the dead room stave a 2 hour luncheon before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 gentlewoman. I walk from physical structure to physical structure taking pic and foundling them.

Maggie had her eyes closed with her tongue out, I kissed her tasting her tongue while my hand felt her wet snatch wet with piddle,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant death stare and gritted teeth greeted me on the next table. I grabbed her magnificent expectant breasts and sucked on her tumid pap ( all the female child nipples were put up from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could suffer looked forward to these tits every night."

Mei eelpout's nerve was distorted with fear and shock and foamed with saliva. I slide 2 fingers 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 centre, I placed her glasses back on her aspect and sucked on her lingua tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."Well you were my best screwing and I became your last make love"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were wide open air as she fought so desperately for her lifespan. I ran my hands over her ebony skin feeling her breasts."Well, cunt I couldn't shag you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the last cock you will ever have."With that I go the end of the table and grabbed her wooden leg. I pulled her to the sharpness of the tabular array and placed her legs in the holders, raising the holders her wooden leg became suspended in air making a sodding V. applying some lube into her pussy I rammed my tool in. She was still affectionate and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her eubstance grabbing her breasts, nipples so erect gave the conjuration of her being horny too. Lifting her headspring so her dead thoroughgoing eye looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her soundbox joggle with each of my thrust and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling system pussy. Dropping her question with a thumping, I slapped her twice across her dead human face. With the lowest girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one finish fuck in me I made love to Julia. I was aristocratical and because of the other fuck sessions before I lasted a farseeing metre. Her pussy was already lubbed from her urine and my cum from early so it made our necro love life very polish. I took out my phone and filmed her breasts motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one shoemaker's last time into this lovely creature. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one net time and walked out.

The bodies of the prisoners were processed according to protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to complete paper work no later than 3 daytime before the writ of execution or the body would be processed by the state.

Maggie's side by side of kin never bothered with the paperwork ( great junkies they were ), So I sold her to a wealthy helper who liked fresh all in woman. Officially she was cremated.

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

Mei Ling with no bonk next of kin was cremated at the prison and she ended up in the ground fill with all the early cremated inmates.

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

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive nine 5 minute after her dying. Officially she was cremated and her ash tree were spread over California where she was born .