The Warden's Tale

I have been Warden for xviii years. The finis three years of my employment have been the Warden at the United nation Correctional Facility for fair sex at Femdea, California.

Femdea is renowned as the with child char's prison in the country, and also because it is the site of the only capital penalty facility for fair sex in the Union soldier system. The prison contains the only gallows designed specifically for the multiple slaying of distaff offender. These executing are almost entirely for drug criminal offense under the Substance ascendancy Act of 2010, although occasionally women are also executed for other criminal offence such as slaying on Federal place, terrorist-related offenses, etc. I had always personally delighted in taking the obligation of Warden and in charge of organizing and supervising instruction execution under what is known as the Anti Narc Protocol.

The ANP was first brought into use in mid-2012, when it became obvious that the normal method of death by lethal injection was inadequate, too time-consuming and too expensive to transport out between ten and twenty executions every week. The large number of performance was due to the subject matter ascendence Act, which essentially provides the decease penalty for any sale of prohibited narcotics except for marijuana, and also for the possession of fairly pocket-size sum of money of drugs for any use, sales event or personal. America finally decided to get serious about putting an end to drugs, and unlike any other Capital punishment law in American history, the legislative act has been vigorously and speedily enforced. In the first few years there were at to the lowest degree a M death penalty at Femdea annually. Even though the drug scourge has now been largely eliminated in the United States, there will always remain a diminished number of people who simply don't get the content, including women.

Female executions are now down to between three and four hundred per year, and are expected to remain at that level for some metre. In my own metre at Femdea, the fewest turn of adult female I ever saw hanged on one day was three, the great figure ten. The usual issue of hangings on performance day nowadays is normally between five and eight womanhood. With the ANP, this number is manageable.

The legal appeals process takes about a year. amnesty and substitution are rarified, although they do occur. When the prison warden is served notice that a death row inmate's appeal has been rejected, she is scheduled for execution on morning a month from the day, unless that day falls on Dec 25 Day, the one-fourth of July, or for some ironic grounds, valentine's Day. ( Who says prison decision maker have no sense of body fluid ? ) The prisoner is brought to my situation and informed that her appeal has been denied and her prison term will be duly carried out in one month time, that there is no far hope for legal intervention and she must compose herself for death. This where the tears and screaming usually occur, and there are trail psychological counselors available for the condemned woman. They're dear at their job, 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 cadre which runs analogue with the gallows platform.

I need to describe the gallows itself. It is almost like a degree in an auditorium, a raised platform approximately 40 invertebrate foot long and xii feet extensive, supported by concrete mainstay. The low yr it was erected the warden of the meter tried mortal trap door, but there were too many mechanically skillful job and delay, so Femdea switched to an senior and simpler stepping-off system. In straw man of the platform are rows of folding professorship for viewer. A single steel beam or girder with each end mounted in the concrete walls of the death house runs over the political platform at a height of about XV metrical unit. The girder is also supported by two concrete mainstay near either end, and is further held up by steel abatement cables bolted into the roof. At time interval, heavy-duty blade U-bolts are bolted into the bottom of the light beam, and the noosed ropes are attached to these bolts, threaded in manually by the set-up crew on execution morning. The beam is not exactly flush with the edge of the gallows platform. There is about three foundation of headroom between the ray and the boundary, so that when a condemned woman is suspended, she dangles in the air in front end of the platform.

The floor of the platform is covered in industrial rug, except for gumshoe matting which runs from the ten step-off blocks, or tabourets to give them their ancient and correct name, to the door of each holding cell. The pencil eraser matting is laid down because sometimes the condemned fair sex actually urinate in scourge at the sight of the waiting gin. ( We keep a mop and bucket handy. ) There is a peep hole on the threshold of each cubicle, but these remain shut until the captive is taken out to be hanged. The blocks are just that, gravid steel squares or tower with a set of five steps leading up to them, with a carpeted top. The ropes are of season manila hempen necktie. The noose is of the British style with a heavy plastic D-ring instead of the usual American-style noose with the hangman's knot. To be reliable, this version won out because the execution team found it too a lot problem and too time-consuming to tie the many snare needed for multiple executions. One running noose dangles in front of each block. The actual execution crowd who carry out the hangings are all male corrections policeman ; distaff corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell.

At eight thirty on the good morning of the execution, I enter the death family by the inside door ( not from the gallows incline ) and goes from cell to cell along the inner corridor, reading each condemned cleaning woman her death warrant and asking if she has any death word to say, which are recorded by a stenographer. This is so the actual execution will go swiftly and efficiently. At eight 45, the official attestator ( no media ) are allowed in. They are paid $ 50 per execution plus travel disbursal and some of them turn up at hanging after hanging. At nine o'clock sharp, once all the running noose have been rigged, the warden comes out onto the gallows platform to observe, and I will feed the signal to begin.

The holding jail cell are numbered on the gallows side, one through ten. I slides back the peep trap slot on cell number one. One of the female person guards on the inside unlocks the doorway and admits the Warden and two Male precaution from the execution team, thus making for a somewhat crowded cell. When the peephole slides spread, the endorse distaff sentry duty requests that the prisoner stand up. She is wearing a white hospital examen gown with only a exclusive chain tie at the back. When the execution team enters, the female safety requests that the prisoner turn around and face the wall. Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is numb, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn't work out that way. The distaff guard then unties the infirmary gown and lets it fall to the floor. ( prisoner are executed in the nude sculpture supposedly because the added humiliation is to be function of their penalization, but frankly I have always thought it was so the dead room team wouldn't have to strip them and pull off frock and underwear soaked with feces and urine. ) The female guard draws the condemned char's wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards manacle her.

She is then led out the doorway, a few legal brief stone's throw along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is large enough for three the great unwashed to stand on the top. She has a male guard on either position of her, holding her blazonry. The guard on her right wing reaches out with one hand and secures the noose. While the guard on the left holds both arms and steadies the prisoner, the one on the right slips the slip noose around her neck and cinches it under her jaw just below the right ear. He nods to the guard on the left. Each guard duty keeps one hand on the prisoner's elbow, place their former custody on the prisoner's upper back and depleted back respectively, and without any word or encourage delay they"assist"her, as the official terminology says, off the blocking. They don't actually labour unless the captive is struggling. If the captive is quiet and resigned, as near are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block.

The reprobate womanhood drops two to three animal foot and is suspended. The R-2 tightens and bites into her cervix, there is a kind of"huuh !"from her as if she had received a sudden reversal, her headway is tilted forcibly upward and to the left hand at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty second gear to fifteen instant or Sir Thomas More, she does the dancing of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every dancing is slightly different, as singular as a snowflake. Occasionally the prisoner's neck is broken, but the idea that a broken neck causes instantaneous death on the gallows is a myth. You can tell the neck is broken because there are no John Roy Major convulsions, but there is terrible twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman's heading rolls back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her glossa. I have seen this go on for six or seven second before death occurs.

Usually, however, the drop does not get out the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the fall the reprobate woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the impression of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and Forth River, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breathing time, her titty jiggle and bound enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her school principal. most flow women undertake to do the"bunny hop,"trying to jump or draw themselves upward to take a slight of the press off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward pearl cinches the noose still tighter around their neck. Very occasionally a flow woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or metrical unit back up on the block for a few seconds. In that showcase the guard duty, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very matter, push her infantry off and set her dangle again.

Generally speaking, although not always, the first wild convulsions and kicking dies down after a few minutes, and then comes the awful stretching, as the hanged woman's toes seem to load down and her body arch, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to ease the agony of the Mexican valium. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to plough more than swing, first to the right and then to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged womanhood 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 captive makes low, odd gasping noises, although not always.

After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the flapping of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her lingua lolls out of her headland, a promising cyanosed dismal almost like something out of a cartoon. The prescribed destination is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a stream of feces and urine is released into a roofing tile trough with drainage that runs beneath the gallows. A guard duty with a hose quickly washes the body waste down the drain and standing on a potty and wearing rubber-base paint gloves, he cleans the dangling consistency with an alcoholic beverage and disinfectant-soaked wash textile. 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 eyes, like turning off a lamp.

Now, as fascinating as it is watching a bare fair sex do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guard duty are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the literal physical struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell turn two and opens the eyehole, the second condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the chopine and up onto the block, and the full cognitive process is repeated. After she has somewhat calmed down on her roach comes cell turn three's bout, and so forward until all of Friday's deal of doom cleaning lady are hanging in the air. It is not terra incognita, 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 process, I shall begin my tale.

Being warden I am privileged with a substantial amount of king over the captive, which I must concede I have used for my own pleasure. The fated cleaning lady always fascinated me, I found it highly arousing when dealing with women who face certain death. So I used my spot and major power to build myself a harem of temporary cleaning woman. I think it's best I tell you in point what I'm talking about. I've received file cabinet on five condemned women whom are all scheduled to trip the light fantastic on the slip noose. Margie, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out meth principal. Julia, aged 28, was a 1 mother who had tried to make some extra cash selling Coke and got the gallows instead, Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the wrongly boyfriend and possibly took some satisfaction in the fact that he had already swung in Marion Penitentiary before she kept her own particular date with the noose. Mei Ling, age unknown but young, was an illegal Formosan 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 sonsy one-time ace TV newsman and anchorwoman who simply wasn't capable to get it through her question that when it came to her personal cocaine use, no means no and yes, even for mass medium personalities, hang means hang.

I reviewed each single file carefully and make believe sure their medical check up comes back houseclean, I visited each of the adult female and inform them of the tribunal's decision and set aside them a day to process the news. Then I start my procedure. First up was Maggie, she was a blond, her hair was cut short and her consistence had several intricate biker tattoos, including the banner barbed wire around the bicep. She was a reasonably girl but as a principal 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 similar compound, she was in a euphoric State Department as she began undressing. As her overall fell I saw her nude painting trunk, she had secure firm breasts, not huge but very well formed. A scrawny girl, with youthful peel, the drugs are doing damage to her youthful body, but it hasn't taken it toll. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was a secure putz sucker, no doubt she done this before. She looked upped at me witch grateful oculus, I was after all making the twenty-four hour period to her inevitable death bearable. I was hard as rock when I pulled her up and placed her on the patient bed and rammed my rock-hard cock into her snatch. She was already wet already, being 24 her cunt received my cock easily. She was tight and wet as my turncock slipped in and out. She moaned in extasy as the drugs in he system must have sent euphoria through her brains. Grabbing her firm breasts, I couldn't hold much longer and climaxed into her waiting pussy. As I pulled out, viscous white liquidity slowly dripped out of her snatch. She giggled as she ran her fingers down to her crouch and returned her fingers with the cum back to her oral fissure sucking it."What a wasteland of a full fuck I thought to myself, but then the way this nut squawk was going at it, she's going to be unfuckably ugly soon."I thought to my self as I was getting dressed. She was led back to her cellphone without a shower, I wanted her to hold my cum for the Nox, my present for her. I gave her a hit every few Clarence Day before her time was up, she was thankful every time.

Julia was my favored in this group because I found her the most attractive. She had a little boy whom she hasn't seen since her apprehension and agreed readily to my requirement if I allowed headphone song between them and even teased her with possible sojourn, though that was never going to find. I had her brought to my agency where I have a bed elbow room with a king-size bed. As she undressed facing away from me I saw her body was a fiddling plump, but shapely, she was a Aythya americana, and her rachis and her posterior 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 doorknocker I had ever seen and a fiery red pubic hair. She had a caesarian section scar above her bow,"at least her pussy will be tight."I thought to myself She had her center down casted, she was blushing and quite nervous 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 spread over her nakedness with her manus, her action mechanism only pushed her large breast up forming a great segmentation which delighted me."Only with the don of my son, and he left us."She said with a representative that is barely a whisper,"When can I babble out to my boy, if I do this you promise you will.."I cut her off,"Yes, yes of form. You will get 30 mo 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 hands on her thighs, she spread her branch on que. I massaged her inner thigh with my hands and my tongue explored her nether region. She moaned and put her hired man on my head as her kitty-cat succus started to hang. I had to get her into the mood as she was an late 20s and flighty. I played with her large beautiful breasts for old age before letting her suck me. She wasn't very experienced at it as she did tell the truth of her lacking in sexual mate. But that furthered my desire for her, I was the go cock she will throw in this existence. Our lovemaking making was slow at first, as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. She felt marvelous beneath me, and soon I couldn't hold back and came inside her. She didn't observance as I didn't stop consonant fucking her, my cock was still unvoiced 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 spring. She rode faster and faster when I shot a second load into her. It was thoroughgoing extasy for me. She had a look of surprise"did you cum inside me ?"she tried to wheel off but I grabbed her and pulled her to me."Are you worried about being meaning ?"as I brought her to my eye level. Her eyes her flavour of distraint suddenly turned to pain as she realized she didn't have that longsighted to concern about such things. I held her feeling her breast against my body and my cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and on to my Ball."You were wonderful Julia, I have the cellular phone set up for you to babble out to your son. But there's one last thing you need to do, there are juice from our uniting down there. Clean it up with your lip and let me see you swallow it."Her center lit up from jar, she had obviously never done this before. My regard did not falter and she realized she had to do it to get what she wants. She slowly climbed off me while her work force covered her nethers to prevent boost leakage. After going in the a kneeling position she slowly and with great disinclination licked the cum off my cock and glob. The feeling was slap-up, her strong tongue on my pelt was something I will never forget. Afterward I contacted youngster protective services and arranged a 30 min session of her with her son. I rested and watched her still nude on my bed talking on the sound. When the sentence was up she struggled to hang up the phone, but with a steadfastly motion I took the phone away. With tears in her eyes she walked to the john and turned on the shower. I walked in after her,"do you require to address to him again ?"She looked at me and nodded. I simply smiled and walked into the shower with her. No word was spoken and I guided her hands to my half vertical peter. She knew what needed to be done and on her knees she went and began sucking. When I was ready I pull her up and lifted up one of her legs and rammed my shaft in her pussy. As I started to fuck her I moved my face in to kiss her. She turned her human face not wanting to kiss me. Grabbing her face with my hand and making her oculus meet mine I can feel her resistant fade and she closed her center as I kissed her. For my contribution I was passionate as I was very appeal to this woman. Foundling her chest as I increased my tempo of push until I grunted and sent another flow of hot cum into her canal. No doubt she would sustain been pregnant that night, but we would never know. After the shower I sent her back to her cell. I would fuck her the most of all the missy and once a calendar week would arrange a 30 min call for her.

Now for Naima, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl. She was young and very undecomposed looking, but her poor choice of Male companions landed her here. Unfortunately though I was taken by her face, her attitude left petty to be desired. I tried various ways to entice her but she would have none of it, even threatening me if I laid my deal on her. I could only see her nude body during the physical exams and shower. Her caramel-colored consistence was long and lean and lithe, her breasts were high and perky. Her pubic hairs were decent and trimmed. I could only starve after them for now, but I will fill my lust out on Julia or Maggie if I am in the mood.

Next I went to Mei broom, age terra incognita she was Young looking, I don't think she was even 18 but Asians look young. She was an illegal Taiwanese immigrant who tried to pay for her entryway into America by running some diacetylmorphine in from the Hong Kong Triads. She didn't speak English and her public defender simply turned over an hangdog plea. Only later did the department of justice bring in a interpreter and I can only desire communicated what had happened, by that time it was too belated. A half ass appeal later she was under my supervising until her untimely engagement with the noose. She was in isolation simply because we had no way of communicating with her. I had a good look at her during the doctorial examination, skinny girl with shoulder length pilus. She had a very young-looking nerve with B size chest that were perky and supple. She had a large wickedness shrub as many Asian women don't shave, and a nice little round butt. I had prepared for our meeting, using google translate I roughly printed out a content which conveyed something along the line of, she was condemned to expiry but she may be pardoned by me if she would execute any and all sexual request from me for a calendar month. It was a blatant lie I know, but from my understanding men of power abuse their location regularly where she is from and it's simple understanding that I can abuse such office to grant her life if she was willing do these things. She looked from the paper to me and simply nodded speechmaking in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I smiled and motioned for her to undress as I stepped out and dismissed the guard standing outdoors for 60 minutes. He locked me inside with Mei eelpout, I faced the door until I hear the precaution footsteps fade. Then turning I see Mei Ling was naked and laying in bed looking stiff and frightened. I walked up to the bed while taking off my pants and underware, adjacent to the bed I pointed to my cock then pointed to her mouth. She looked confused at first, then slowly using her hands she massaged my peter while using the tip of her spit licking it. It was a common mistake that a missy never gave a reversal job before would make. That made me smiling, could she be a virgin ? Am I that lucky ? This went on for several minutes before I grabbed her head and thrust my cock into her mouth. She gagged in reception and a tooth 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 drumhead back towards my cock, this prison term she opened her mouthpiece and took the tip of my shaft in. Slowly she sucked on it like a lollipop. Slowly I try thrusting a fiddling deeper, at initiative she resisted but I kept slowly thrusting and I got at least half way in. Getting turned on by this girls lack of experience I pushed her on to the bed and spread her wooden leg. Looking at her bush I didn't want to wade through that jungle and just spread her slit lips and roughly entered her. She was amazingly tight and surprisingly wet. Being a very young miss no Sir Thomas More than 18 but I think she was even vernal ; her pussy can get wet very easily. Unfortunately, I found no obstruction, so someone else had already destroyed her maidenhead. No big mint, she was trafficked after all, she probably lost her virginity to the traffickers, I know I would have if a missy like her fell into my lap, supererogatory 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 school you would have sex what I'm talking about. Grabbing and licking her supple boob I shot hot loads into her. As I grunted savagely like an beast she began to force me off her but I was too strong and held her at bay staying inside her. She must be reacting to me cumming inside her, I grabbed her throat and she stopped struggling. Looking into my eye she knew she could do cypher 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 quatern. Her snatch may not had been a virgin but that ass hole's virginity was all mine. I pulled out of her pussycat peter slippery with cum, reaching down I started to circularise her butt end cheeks. She immediately tried to change state around and I grabbed her neck from behind. She was weeping by now, saying affair that I can't understand. But I think she was pleading with me. When she stopped resisting, I moved my other hired hand and guided my rooster towards her back entrance. She stiffens as the tip of my cock rammed house, as I pushed she cried out. I would ingest liked to think from pleasure but it's more probably from pain. That was a cockeyed asshole I drilled, the thought of me being the lone pecker that would ever get into this ass yap made me lust for her more. After a brief but brutal rape of that Virgo ass I shot more cum into her bowels. I would enjoy her body several more fourth dimension before the end. She went on to the end thinking I would discharge her, poor people dolt affair, well at to the lowest degree you were a bully sex toy for me.

Audrey the TV reporter with a cocaine riding habit that finally caught up with her. While Audrey was lofty she feared death even more. I dangled a regulator's free pardon in front of her facial expression and she readily accepted any terms I set. While it is public knowledge that the current governor is my good friend from college I would not cry in a favor for a while of pussy, but she didn't know that. When she arrived at my bedroom she found the big sieve in front of the bed playing old clips of her coverage and the same 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 cleaning woman on TV."Oh you pervert, fine lets get this over with."Audrey rolled her optic and took off her prison overalls. Her body flannel as marble, long black hairsbreadth and cat valium center, and finely sculpted silicone-enhanced breasts with implants she had made her meshwork pay for. nighttime triangular scrub, an incongruous pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses on her face. She put on her blouse and skirt with on bra or panties. I got up out of the bed naked and walked up to her. Grabbing her silky blackened tomentum 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 thoughts, she is a veteran soldier for trusted, how many rootage and superordinate did you fuck for your chronicle and promotional material ? Without any instigate she dropped down and started suck my cock. She was an expert, taking my cock 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 glasses and I just couldn't take it and shooter my incumbrance. She smiles up at me and held the tip of my pecker as stream of hot cum entered her mouth. When my dick stopped pulsating she passing and opened her back talk revealing the cum pooling there. Never taking her gaze off me she closes her mouth and swallowed. The adjacent time she smiled her backtalk was empty. She walked to the bed and poured her self some brandy then laid down on the bed. I walked to her and laid down next to her. She was a fantastic cuddler, running her hand through my hair, played with my fuzz. I founded her prominent sham breasts through her blouse, they were very well made. She unbuttoned the blouse and let them loose, they were the most perfect I've ever seen. I finally understood how she rose so tight at her network, what executive can fend her ? I slowly became hard again playing with her, she smiled and put down her glass. But this time I pushed her down and mounted her. She was surprising tight for a char her age, I fucked her slowly at first. She looked up at me hiking her skirt up so its easier for me then pushing her breasts together with her receptive blouse."look at that sexy elegant womanhood 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 touch made me horny and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could, soon I feel my cock shuttering cum into her waiting cunt. I held her for a long prison term after. In the month following I would fuck her at least twice a week and every time 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 Clarence Day left. She raged and raved threatening me that she will go to her web or sue me or tell everyone about what I did. I simply said you are a petty convict condemned to die and consume no more touch with the international earthly concern not even with a lawyer because the clock time for entreaty has long past. Her excited out burst eventually died down, I think she accepted her fate.

The day of the slaying inevitably arrived. The five condemn char again were, Margie my junkie slut, aged 24, was a"biker gal"and an out and out crank principal. Julia my mistress of the month, aged 28, was a bingle mother who had tried to earn some extra cash marketing blow and got the gallows instead, Naima the bitch, aged 20, was a tall, elegant looking light-skinned black girl who had the unseasonable fellow and possibly took some expiation in the fact that he had swung in Marion penitentiary the hebdomad before she kept her own date with the noose. Mei Ling my sex toy, age obscure but Whitney Young, was an illegal Chinese immigrant who tried to pay for her entry into United States of America by running some heroin in from the Hong Kong Triads. Finally there was Audrey, aged mid-thirties, a luxurious former ace TV reporter and anchorwoman who simply wasn't able-bodied to get it through her head that when it came to her personal cocaine habit, no means no and yes, even for media personalities, bent means hang.

I have to admit that I was anxious and a minuscule sad. I was anxious to see their death dance which I found highly erotic and I was sad to see my concubines go. But I had a job to do, so now I was worried that one of the guard would do something foolish like have a forget me drug suspension on a miss, or push a young lady off the occlusion but forget to put the rope around her beck, or otherwise screw up. But I really needn't have been concerned because the hanging went off like clockwork.

I followed the guards for the first two executions, Margie my little nut adulteress and Julia my ducky cum recipient of the month. You should pay in brain that until the door opened, the guards hadn't even seen either of these women I had been fucking for a month. Like I said, that's a pretty crowded cell with six people in it, and so since I entered the cell 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 criterion barbed wire around the bicep. Her short-change blonde fuzz freshly washed, and those good business firm breasts, not Brobdingnagian but very well formed. She looked direct at me with those blue eyes, at first with a pleading look, but then turned calm and emotionless. She hoped for one to a greater extent piece of tail or any sexual favor that I could keep her from her luck but then understood that she was about to be hanged, there was cipher she or I could do about it, and so why kick up a pother ?

The distaff guard led her forward, as she passed me she didn't even turn her head teacher to look at me. I followed behind the safeguard and when she stepped out onto the political platform I stopped on the platform to the right of her, and the sentry go took her arms. Margie walked calmly and steadily to the pulley and climbed the stairs up onto it, regarding the snare in battlefront of her with no verbalism in her brass at all. One of the guard reached over and quickly slipped the snare over her head and around her neck, cinching it under her rightfield ear. She turned her head to await at me briefly saying goodbye with her heart and thanking me for keeping her comfortable with the drugs I assume. Then turning back and in a calm voice she said simply,"I'll do it."Without an assist from the sentry go she calmly stepped into quad, 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 albumen, tattooed torso twisted and twirled at the end of the rope, over and over,"Uh…uh…uh…"She beat her cuffed hand against the modest of her back, twisting them until her wrists bled. After a moment or so she tried"bunny hopping"to enchant a breathing place, and that kept up for a good two minutes, her nipple flopping and bouncing merrily, I was beginning to get aroused, shifting my peg trying to veil my beginning erecting. Then she resumed kicking for a time and then suddenly she sagged and began to twitch."so long junkie slut"I thought as she twitched.

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

Julia had her aspect to the wall and the female guard was just untying her hospital gown and letting it accrue when I entered the cell. I watched the guard do the cuffing. He stepped up behind her with the turnup, the female precaution gently brought her arms behind her back, and he snapped the sword over her wrists. Her hands were a piddling plump, but shapely, and her lush red hair was permed flawlessly ( She wanted to look sound on the day ), and her back and her buttock were powdered with freckles which I had enjoyed touching so lots. She turned around and I saw the full-figured woman, heavy but not fat, perfectly proportioned, with two of the most splendid knockers that I sucked on a founded for the last calendar month. Her fiery red bush was gone, I made her shave it after our first of all brush. I looked at her and smiled knowing just 2 hours ago we had our shoemaker's last session and she will be carrying the load I put in her pussy and the load she swallowed to infinity. But she did not contribution my enthusiasm, her face was stunned, like a deer in the headlights, and I notice that her completely eubstance was glistening with sweat, the acrid sweat of fear.

She finally looked at me and I nodded to her, seeing her oculus slack a bit tells me she still believe in my lie about making sure her boy will not be in the organization and will be taken guardianship of, drear Julia, I only wanted your body and now its gone there's no more value left. Julia didn't say anything as they led her out. She faltered briefly when she saw the noose, and walked up the steps slowly but on her own. I looked over and I saw that Margie was still alive, swinging slowly, her legs weaving drunkenly and her toes straining for a floor they would never feel again. ( As an aside, I am sometimes asked how the women who are last in crease for execution react when they step out onto the gallows and they see four or five or more other defenseless female bodies dangling on rophy, some of them still kicking and writhing and strangling. My solvent to that may sound odd, but it's true : they almost never look down the row, because their own noose is in battlefront of them and that's all they see. They're fascinated by it. The few times I have seen a objurgate 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 safety device slipped the noose over Julia's pass and closed it under her correctly ear. She didn't facial expression at me, but instead closed her middle and started drawing in rich, deep breath after breath, quickly, hyperventilating almost, trying to suck as very much air and oxygen into her eubstance 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 torment, but I suppose it's almost instinctive when you know your breathing space is about to be choked off forever. The safety device put their hands on Julia's back and gently propelled her forward. She balked and I thought for a moment she was going to start struggling, but the guard resumed the insistence on her back, and this fourth dimension she let herself actuate forward until she dropped. Her pap were vauntingly enough so that even from behind I could see them flop as she plunged and the rophy 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 tooth were clenched and her aspect was a twisted rictus of pain. Her neck was midst and her body heavy, and you could see the rope biting into it, burning itself into her flesh. Her branch 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 grab the rophy. Julia did the"scissors"for a bit, straightened pegleg going back and forth like scissors. Then she bunny-hopped for possibly a minute of arc, trying to pull at least one gasping breath, without success. Her o.k. white meat bounced and jiggled like Jello. vertebral column 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 wee as a trickle of liquid state came from her kitty running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her leg. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs for the go time I was rock hard, luckily all the precaution were facing away from me. She grew weaker and debile before settling down after maybe five transactions into a long, deadening writhe of agony, her organic structure twirling slowly on the rope. I had to fight the impulse to snaffle a feel of her breast then and there, but I had to stick professional.

"Okay, she's well on her way,"said I said to the safety."You two can remain firm easy now, just keep on an eye on your two ladies and take a note of hand of the time when they shit. wait, there goes one now."I heard a kind of splattering and saw that urine and a stream of escaped bowel bowel movement were running down Margie's legs. I jotted down the time in my notebook."Number one danced at 9:02, crapped out at 9:14. okey, time for number three."For the repose of the slaying I did not go cell to cellular phone and just observed, I made a note when Julia voided her bowels at 9:23 A.M.

Naima was led out, naked and cuffed and staring, her high-breasted, caramel-colored consistency long and be given and lithe and also covered with the exertion of fear. She stared at the running noose before her in utter repugnance. The guard flipped it expertly over her brain and drew her long kink Black tomentum through it before fitting it nice and snug under her chin. She said zip until she was slid into outer space, but I have to say that Naima performed one of the most luxuriant and exciting terpsichore of last I've ever witnessed. I have seen few hanged fair sex competitiveness for life-time as foresightful and as hard as that black girlfriend did. She twirled and kicked and lunged and leaped on the rope, her legs scissoring at incredible stop number, then launching into lashing boot, then climbing the stairs. Her knocker were doing matter most alien dancers only pipe dream of. It was obvious from the way her bulging eyes kept looking at the mental block that Naima wanted to get back onto it so she could suck up at least one more breath of life, and twice she actually managed it for a second base or so, until the guard pushed her feet off and set her swing again. She danced at full moon gas pedal for almost ten full proceedings, bunny-hopping and I think actually managing to get a little air into her tortured lungs, before she finally relaxed and drooped and turned silent at the end of the rope. unconscious, but not dead. Naima didn't actually empty her bowels and vesica until almost 20 minutes after she was suspended.

Then came Mei Trapa bicornis my little sex toy. She was chattering in Chinese obviously confused as to what was happening. She looked frantically around looking for something or mortal, me to bring through her. When she realized that no savior would come she started to cry and pleaded for clemency no uncertainty, unfortunately for her no one understood what she was saying nor did they aid. Her supple B cup chest quivered as she cried every step of the way to the chopine. She tried to resist the unharmed way boot and screaming. It took both of the sentry duty to get the snare on her and fix her. When the time came I purposely coughed loudly and she turned her brain towards me. The electric shock on her face was priceless but before she can beg or curse the sentry go pushed her off and what ever was coming out of her mouthpiece was cut off suddenly with a"huhhh"as the rope bit into her neck. She struggled violently, thrashing about trying to speak. She began to ripple and her mouthpiece foamed with spit. She was the low I would see do what we call the"chair ”, drawing her articulatio genus up almost parallel with her waist and letting them pay heed there for many mo, almost like she was sitting in a chair. Her impertinent new tit quivered, and poured with exertion while she bunny-hopped for breath and then scissored for a hour at a prison term before trying another bunny hop or two. But it was not to last, her eye became less focus and her spit slid out of her back talk and I saw that clean I mentioned slowly go out in her middle. Her head still rolled and drool bubbled from her mouth. I could hear her gasping for the finally minute or so of her life story, and then came the trickle and plop and smelling of her intestine and vesica emptying out.

Last 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 whomp except for her eyeglass, which were riveted on the noose in front of her. Her perfect enhanced titty bounced perfectly as she walked out, her pelt smooth and that silky lightlessness hair. She was perfect for her last day. She never looked at me as she was led up onto the pulley block. The rightfulness hand sentry go took the glasses off her face and tossed them to me, reached out and took the snare, and as he tried to dislocate it over her foreland Audrey began to struggle. She didn't wow or say anything, but simply jerked her head back and Forth, trying to annul the snare falling down around her neck. The left-hand guard, who had met this tactic before, reached up and grabbed Audrey's hair and pulled her promontory back sharply. The right-hand hired hand safety device slipped the noose around her neck and then pulled her hair forward and out of the noose so it wouldn't interfere with the tightness, and cinched it tight. Then they eased Audrey's body forward and she stumbled off the cylinder block and swung into the air.

Audrey's death I actually made a few notes on, and it's fairly distinctive. She kicked full power for approximately ninety irregular, then twirled a bit, then bunny-hopped as she swung back and forth for possibly a minute. Then she climbed the stair for about thirty seconds, then more twirling, then she scissored for about a minute, then more bunny-hopping for another minute. Her breasts bounced and wobbled and her chest heaved. Her head was at a sharp angle, her eye goggling but still conscious and perceiving, and her clapper partly protruded but still pink. There was frantic tearing at her cuff-confined wrist, with bleeding, and I noticed the same convulsive thumping of her bound hands into the small of Audrey's back that I had noticed when I hanged Margie. In the sixth instant her straining and turning seems to sustain gotten her a brief bit or two where she could emit a little. I distinctly heard Audrey gasping. In bit seven the scissoring began again, then she climbed the stair again for not quite the full bit, and then the quivering and twitching began, accompanied by rolling of the pass and foaming from the rima oris. From about the ninth moment on she mostly hung still and swung only slightly, but Audrey's eye were still witting and followed us as we moved on the platform. In minute 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 serial publication of yearn, gulping pant that drew no air. Her clapper now rolled out fully and it was blue from want of atomic number 8. Even if she had been cut down at that moment she would almost certainly have been brain dead. Then she was smooth until minute of arc XV when she gurgled and jerked and then shit and irritated. Her eye-light went out about a minute later, and Audrey was dead.

The prison medico stood on his stool and put his stethoscope on the no longer quivering breasts of each woman, and pronounced them all dead. I ordered the guard duty to see the witnesses out of the execution bedchamber and went off to the chow Radclyffe Hall for breakfast. The torso of the condemned char would be left hanging from the gallows for 15 moment before the mortuary staff come for them. I stayed behind admiring each of their bodies, with everyone out of the chamber I took my speech sound and started to snarl word-painting of each of them. I like to seem at them to get me excited before I go to fuck another doomed woman. After 15 minutes the morgue stave arrived, I supervised them spraying the bodies to dampen them and lowering them down on stretchers. Then the bodies are transported to the morgue. Now each woman was placed on a break up table in the dead room. After the dead body are placed I allow the mortuary faculty a 2 minute lunch before processing. When they are gone I am finally alone with all 5 ladies. I walk from body to body taking painting and foundling them.

Maggie had her oculus closed with her spit out, I kissed her tasting her glossa while my hired hand felt her wet pussy wet with pee,"we had fun, little junkie slut."

Julia's vacant expiry stare and gritted dentition greeted me on the adjacent table. I grabbed her magnificent large breasts and sucked on her erect nipples ( all the girlfriend mamilla were vertical from being strangled )."Oh I could have married you, I could have looked forward to these tits every night."

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

Audrey's optic rolled upwards and I could only see the egg white of her eyes, I placed her glasses back on her expression and sucked on her clapper tasting her. Rubbing her breasts I tried to appreciate such a flawless woman."Well you were my Charles Herbert Best fuck and I became your end fuck"

Finally I came to Naima, her eyes were blanket open as she fought so desperately for her living. I ran my hands over her ebony skin feeling her breasts."Well, bitch I couldn't nookie you in life. But now you are mine. In the end I am going to be the final dick you will ever have."With that I go the end of the mesa and grabbed her branch. I pulled her to the edge of the table and placed her legs in the holders, raising the holder her branch became suspended in air making a pure V. applying some lubricant into her cunt I rammed my cock in. She was still tender and rigor has not set in as I fucked her lifeless body. My hands roamed her body grabbing her breasts, nipples so upright gave the thaumaturgy of her being horny too. Lifting her head so her absolutely staring eyes looked at me giving me the feeling she was making eye contact. Her consistency jiggled with each of my thrusting and soon I shot hot cum into her cooling pussycat. Dropping her question with a clump, I slapped her twice across her dead face. With the last girl conquered I rested for a bit and foundled each girl until I was horny again. With only one death fuck in me I made sexual love to Julia. I was gentle and because of the other bonk Roger Huntington Sessions before I lasted a long time. Her pussy was already lubbed from her weewee and my cum from early so it made our necro lovemaking very bland. I took out my phone and filmed her titty motion as I fucked her. In the end I came one lastly metre into this endearing creature. After place each body back the way they were I kissed Julia one live clock time and walked out.

The bodies of the captive were processed according to communications protocol. The kin of the deceased needed to finish theme work no later than 3 days before the instruction execution or the dead body would be processed by the state.

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

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

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

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

Audrey's body was auctioned at a exclusive club 5 60 minutes after her death. Officially she was cremated and her ash were spread over California where she was born .