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Warm water from the shower splashes over my body as I prepare for a days work. I have three executions scheduled for this morning; the first is set for 9:00 AM and the other two for 10:30, one right after the other.

At 25, I have held this job for the past three years. Prior to that I was a medical student. My medical education abruptly ended when I was accused of selling narcotics. I was myself condemned to the noose but due to my youth and relative beauty (and my skill at sucking cock, my willingness to fuck the prosecuting judge and routinely fuck the prison warden), my sentence was commuted to life. I will live as long as I serve as executioness and as long as the warden continues to enjoy fucking me and having his cock skillfully sucked. If I fail in one of these capacities, it is slow strangulation on the gallows for me. It also is felt that my medical background serves me in my capacity and the past three years have proved that a correct assumption. I am very skillful in what I do.

I have three hefty male assistants. All three of them also are under death sentences. If they fail me or I become dissatisfied with their work, it is death by slow impalement for them. They never question my orders.

I have plenty of work to keep me busy. The draconian laws of our society assure a constant stream of condemned prisoners. As there are few age restrictions, I have executed prisoners as young as 11 years old. The oldest prisoner that I dispatched was and 84 year old woman. The methods of execution are varied and depend on the crime. The more serious the crime, the more extended and painful is the method of death. Fortunately, prisoners 15 years of age and younger are quickly garroted. Except for those executed publicly for political reasons.

For routine executions the legal procedure is the same in every case. After the exhaustion of the appeal process, which takes less than a week after the guilty verdict, the prisoner is handed over to me and I have 24 hours to carry out the sentence. The only witnesses are myself, my assistants, and sometimes prison guards who may be called to help. After execution the body is returned to the custody of the authorities for verification of death and postmortem examination. I usually average 10 routine executions in a week but on occasion have had as many as 30 or more.

If the sentence called for is an extended method of execution such as burning, disembowelment, impalement or crucifixion, then the onset of the sentence begins within 24 hours and the procedures carried out in public. Sometimes it takes several days for the prisoner to die in these cases. Such public executions are well attended and involve torture and humiliation followed by public r@pe and mutilation for women and girls and castration and further mutilation for men before the actual killing even begins.


Today's procedures are to be a long-drop hanging (a quick death) and two short-drop hangings (slower strangulation). The condemned were found guilty of petty theft, in the case of the long drop, and drug dealing in the case of the other two. The thief is a young female and the drug dealers are a man and his girlfriend. That is all that I know about them. They had been handed over my custody an hour ago and I set the execution times at 9:00 AM for the long drop and 10:30 AM for the short drops because I see no reason for delay. It is generally a mercy to get these things over with, and I try to be merciful, in so far as the exceptional cruelty of some of the methods that I employ, will allow. If I do not carry out the sentences as required, my commutation can easily be reversed and it will be me strangling on the gallows.

I step out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I like what I see: a slim athletic body 170 cm tall, long dark, almost black, hair, dark eyes, and oval face with full pink lips. Add to this pert breasts with prominent nipples with dark areolas, a black patch of pubic hair, and perfect round arse and long legs. Unfortunately, I will never be allowed to have a real lover, marry or in any way to lead a normal life, condemned, as I am to live behind these bars.

My position does allow me some privacy. I have my own apartment and small office, and sex with the warden on a frequent basis. The latter I could do without, the warden is interested only in his own pleasure and does not know hot or does not care to please a woman. I get very little out of it. But to live, I must perform.

I dress in a plane gray skirt that drops to just above my knees a white blouse (no bra), and sandals. It is time to visit the prisoners. I meet one of my assistants in the corridor between the cellblock and my apartment. It is part of my job as executioness to visit the condemned in his or her cell to inform them of their impending death and to assess the requirements in the execution chamber.

I have only one of my assistants with me. The other is making preparations in the execution chamber and the third is out sick. But there are 8 well-armed guards nearby if I needed them. The guards admit us to the cellblock.

The cells are small brick enclosures with heavy doors containing small barred windows. There are no exterior windows. Fluorescent overhead tubes that are left permanently on provide light. Prisoners have absolutely no contact with one another and can only see the guards through the barred window in the door. Furnishings consist of a bench for sitting or lying, a t0ilet and a sink with cold running water. Prisoners are fed a simple last meal through a slot in the door.

I hand the death warrants to the guard sitting at a desk. "I am here to see prisoners 3485-34, 3485-35, and 3485-36."

Accepting the papers from me he silently rises to open one of the doors. The first visit is to prisoner 3485-35. "You had better let a couple of us go in with you," Says the guard, "This one is a hard case." I nod my acquiescence.

The door is opened and I walk into the cell two guards flanking me. A hulking muscular man, glares at me from the bench, a look of sheer hatred on his face. "What do you want bitch!"

"I am here to tell you that your sentence of hanging is to be carried out in a little over an hour." I say. Looking at him, I note his thick neck and lean frame. "He may last quite a long time in the noose." I think to myself.

"Fuck you!" He growls and starts to rise menacingly.

I glare at him and hold my ground, but he frightens me. "If you give us so much as a bit of trouble," I hiss, "Fight us or fail to cooperate, you will not be hanged, you will be impaled on a stake for a painful death that may take days!"

That gets his attention but I don't think that I scared him, "I am sentenced to hang!" He sneers.

"I have the authority to change that sentence to impalement, if I feel it necessary," I state. "And I will not hesitate to do so. Have you ever witnessed and impalement?" I know that he probably has. "Have you heard the screams of agony? Do you know how long it takes and how death is welcomed when it finally comes? I assure you that I am very skillful in my job and can drag an impalement out for days!" In his case I do not think I would do that because it is a lot of work to drag an impalement out for days, but my comments have the desired effect. He sits down but continues glaring at me with hatred.

Somehow this prisoner has upset me. I rarely see so much hatred or hostility in one person and the look on his face frightens me. Usually, condemned prisoners are frightened at the prospect of execution, more introspective and easier to handle.

I do not feel that visiting further will have any point so I turn to leave followed by my assistant and the guards and the heavy cell door is closed and locked securely. We next open the cell of his young girlfriend. She is plump but not fat, large breasted, with short dark hair and dark brown eyes. She has a quite pretty face with an olive complexion.

The young woman stares at me as I walked in followed by my assistant. "What do you want?" She snaps.

"Your sentence is to be carried out in a little over an hour." I state flatly.

She stares at me with a hostile look on her face and asks incredulously, "Are you going to do it? You are the executioner?"

I don't feel like taking any more sh!t from prisoners so I move my face close to hers, "I would advise you not to give us any trouble! If you do I have the legal right, even an obligation to change the sentence to impalement. Believe me you wouldn't like that, kicking your life away for hours with a stake slowly shoved up your arse, screaming until your lungs are raw, begging for death!"

My graphic description and tone of voice has the desired effect. She slumps on the bench. "OK," She says. She is trying to keep her nerve but I can see that it is difficult for her. "What about Ian? What's happening to him?" Referring to her boyfriend.

"He will share your fate." I say harshly. "But don't worry about him, just prepare yourself."

Her lips begin to tremble and tears well up in her eyes, I can see that her earlier bravado is just a facade and she is scared out of her wits. I have overdone it with my description of impalement. An overly frightened prisoner can be as big a problem as one who is overly hostile. It usually is no trouble to try to show a little bit of kindness to the condemned prisoners before their sentences are carried out and makes things a lot easier on them, and sometimes on me, when they are put to death. In the case of male prisoners it also does not hurt that most men find me sexually attractive. So sitting down beside the young woman and taking her hand I change the tone of my voice and say softly, "Be brave, I will try to make things go easy for you. Don't worry about what I said before, we won't do that to you, I promise"

She starts to sob quietly as I get up to leave.

"Try to use the t0ilet before I return for you." I say softly, feeling some pity for her. Being somewhat heavy she probably will not last too long on the gallows. "Do everything that I say and I will make it as quick and easy for you as I can."

She looks up with tear filled eyes and nods, and I leave the cell.

Still somewhat rattled by my first interview of and worried about how the woman I just visited would take here execution after frightening her nearly to death, I ask to see the final prisoner. She is only convicted of theft so her death will be a long-drop hanging, quicker and cleaner than the other two who are to be short-dropped.

I pick up a small scale and a tape measure from the guard's desk and I step into the cell, followed by my assistant. A young woman sits on the bench looking fearfully at us. Sensing no threat I turn and order my assistant to wait outside.

"I am here to tell you that your execution is scheduled for less than an hour from now," I say softly.

She bows her head and starts to sob silently. She is a pretty girl with long blond hair, small breasts, and a slender frame. She has a pleasant face with a sc@ttering of freckles and bright blue eyes that are now filled with tears. I sit on the bench beside her. Caressing her hand and smiling I tell her, "It won't be that bad, you'll see. I will make sure that it is painless and over quick."

She looks at me and stammered, "They did things to me! They hurt me! They." Her voice trails. She is referring to the r@pe and humiliation that women go through at the hands of the guards and detention officials before and during the trial and appeal process. I had experienced that myself during my trial and I sympathized with her.

I cradle her head against my shoulder caressing her hair. "I know, I know," I softly say to her, "But I am not going to let that happen to you again. Just trust me and do as I say and everything will be fine."

She nods at me and manages a weak smile, "Do you know where my brother Ferd is? He was arrested with me and I haven't seen him." She looks at me pleadingly.

"I don't know anything about him," I tell her truthfully. "If I hear anything I will tell you. I have not executed him if that is what you are worried about."

She looked relieved. "Maybe they believed me and let him go. He didn't steel the money, I did." She was almost talking to herself. "I got him into the trouble, it was my fault."

I caressed her cheek, "Don't worry, I am sure that he got off. I haven't had anyone here for theft for more than a month." I smile into her eyes. "And I would know if he had been here."

I stood up and placed the scale on the floor. "I need for you to stand on this please." I help her up and she steps on the scale. "48 kg," I thought, "A drop of 244 cm should do the job." Charts had been developed that give precise drops calculated for the weight of condemned prisoners, but I rarely consult them having pretty well memorized the weight to drop ratios. I have plenty of experience at this. I pull out the tape and measured her height, 170 cm, and write the information on a pad that I keep in my skirt pocket.

I sit down with the girl again on the bench, holding her hand and looking into her eyes say, "Can you be brave for me?" I hand her a plane black hair band that I had in my pocket. "Will you use this to tie your hair up before I return? It will help things."

She smiles weakly and nods yes. "I will be back in a little while. Try to use the t0ilet before I return, OK? It will make things more comfortable for you and prevent any embarrassment." I smile.

She nods that she understands and tries to smile in return.

I walk out of the cell and the guard closes the door behind me.

Outside the cell I tell the guards and my assistant that we will start with 3485-35, the long-drop hanging. We will then execute the sentence of 3485-37, the young woman, and while she is still hanging from the gallows execute her "boyfriend." I suspect that if it were not for him she would not be in this situation.

I say to the guard. "Please inform the prisoners when it is 10 minuets before their time."

I hand the slip of paper with the specifications for the long drop hanging to my assistant. "Please get the gallows ready, I don't think we will need the chair. But have rope ready to tie both her hands and feet please."

He nods and I turn and walk down the corridor to the execution chamber. The heavy door is open and my second assistant is already at work preparing for the mornings work. I leave both assistants there and walk to the small office next to my apartment to do some paperwork.

Part 2.

The execution chamber is a large soundproof room with a 6-meter ceiling. The first thing that one sees when walking into the room is a two and a half meter sharp metal stake set into the concrete floor. A drain for blood is located beneath the stake. A movable stair and platform stand next to it and a block and pulley system over it. The purpose is obvious. The prisoner it taken up the stair, bound and then, by means of the block and pulley system, lifted and placed upright on the stake, which penetrates the anus (or vagina). The platform is moved away and a motor slowly lowers the prisoner. There are various settings for the speed of the motor but typically the sentence calls for 10 hours before the stake fully impales the body and, usually, exits at the shoulder or sometimes the mouth. Needless to say, the cries of the prisoner become inhuman after a first few minutes. Sometimes the process can take as long as a day or more if no vital organs are seriously damaged. Much of the torture of this method, in addition to unbearable pain, is the mental anguish and total helplessness that the prisoner feels while the stake relentlessly penetrates his or her body. Clean up is also difficult because of the large amounts of blood and difficulties in removing bodies from the stake. This is the one form of execution that truly revolts me.

The judicial sentence of impalement typically is reserved for very serious crimes such as murder of a government official or for family members of those convicted of treason. These sentences are carried out in public. However, the placement of an impalement stake prominently in the execution chamber is useful. Condemned prisoners rarely give me any trouble when they see it and realize that it is the alternative if they prove to be in any way uncooperative during their execution. I have only had to use it once.

To one corner of the room is a standard, long-drop gallows. It has a wide stairway, a cross beam mounted on two upright posts, and a trap door that measures one and a half-meters square. The trap consists of two doors that drop away from the center when I press the button on an electronic remote control that I hold in my hand. The remote and several ropes for tying hands and feet are placed on a small shelf by one of the uprights. The hanging rope is made of a 1.5cm, 1600 kg test synthetic fiber. It is very flexible and contains absolutely no spring, assuring a clean break of the neck in most cases. The end of the rope is tied to a hook on the upright, passes up to a heavy eyebolt on the crossbeam, across to a second eyebolt just above the trap, and is tied into a noose using a standard hangman's knot with 6 turns. The smooth texture of the rope assures that the knot slides easily and will tighten with the weight of the prisoner. Lengthening or shortening the rope at the upright controls the length of the drop. An exact placement of the knot and a drop calculated precisely for the weight of the prisoner is essential for a clean break of the neck. A drain is located in the floor beneath the trap to aid in cleanup.

For prisoners that are unable to stand, due to a disability or fear, a special chair is available. If the chair is needed, it is placed in the center of the trap. The chair is stoutly built of oak and designed so that it will not tip over if the condemned struggles before the trap is opened. It lacks arms and contains nylon straps to restrain the prisoner's hands behind his or her back. There also are straps to restrain the feet, thighs and chest. The most interesting feature of the chair is a short, blunt spike on the seat, which acts as an anal plug and inserts into the prisoner's arsehole when the prisoner is seated.

All prisoners are fitted with an anal plug prior to their sentence being carried out, with the exception of impalements of course. This helps a great deal with cleanup after an execution. And, yes, all prisoners are executed nude. Executions tend to be messy and prison clothing is considered property of the state. It is not to be needlessly soiled.

On the other side of the room are two equally grim instruments of death. The first is the garrote. It consists of an upright heavy wooden post fitted with an adjustable (for height) nylon collar that is tightened by means of a lever that is turned at the back of the post. The prisoner is seated on a short bench, also fitted with an anal plug. Their arms and torso are restrained to the post by means of straps and their feet and legs are left free to kick. During strangulation prisoners usually like to kick. The garrote can be either a rapid death or torturously slow, depending on how quickly the executioner turns the lever that tightens the collar. As most of the prisoners dispatched this way are convicted of lesser crimes, I try to end their suffering as quickly as possible by turning the lever fast and hard. It usually takes less than a minute before they loose consciousness, a few minutes more before death. Occasionally a slow garroting is called for. In that case it takes considerable skill to tighten the collar slowly enough to keep the prisoner conscious for at least 20 minutes or more during the process of slow strangulation. It is not so much the pain associated with this method as the mental anguish of feeling ones life being slowly strangled out of them that make this form of execution so fearful. If called for, various means of torture can be applied during slow strangulation such as electric shock or mutilation to increase the level of pain. I really do not like to employ these techniques because of the clean-up problems but they commonly are used during public garroting.

Next to the garrote is the short-drop gallows. It is a simple affair consisting of two 3-metre upright posts and a cross beam with three eyebolts. It can accommodate 3 prisoners at a time. Ropes run from hooks and eyebolts attached to the wall and pass through eyebolts on the crossbeam. Each rope is tied into a noose with a gallows knot. I prefer the gallows knot for the short drop because it is self-locking and better adapted to strangulation than the more traditional hangman's knot. The same type of rope is used as for the long-drop hangings. Drains in the floor beneath each noose for cleanup purposes. There is a small movable 3-step stair under each noose, wide enough for the prisoner and two others (if he or she needs help mounting the gallows) and a stool, about 60 cm high, on which the prisoner stands. After the noose is placed around the prisoner's neck and the knot positioned, the stair is moved away, slack is taken out of the rope (I usually allow for about a 4 to 6 cm drop to set the knot) and the rope is tied off at the wall. The prisoners' hands are tied behind their back but their legs are left free for the gallows dance. The dance starts when the stool is pulled away (by means of a rope) or kicked away. It is a very easy procedure. Usually, when multiple hangings are called for, I allow the most violent struggles of the first prisoner hanged to cease before hanging the second prisoner so that there is less likelihood that they will interfere with one another by trying to wrap their legs around their neighbor to relieve the pressure on their necks. Of course it may cause some additional anguish for the prisoners watching their fellows struggle and kick before they themselves dance, but they should have thought of that before committing their crimes.

A large, heavy wooden table next to the short-drop gallows contains various accoutrements such as short lengths of rope to tie the prisoner's hands, anal plugs in a variety of sizes, and tubes of lubricant gel to make inserting them less difficult. The table also is useful for bending prisoners over for insertion of their anal plugs. A nice leather upholstered couch and dry bar are situated along the wall next to the table for any guests or spectators that we might have. We rarely have any. I sometimes sit there and have a drink while watching prisoners die on the short-drop gallows.

Part 3

After catching up on a bit of paperwork I meet my assistants in front of the execution room and we walk to the cellblock.

"We are here for prisoner 3485-35." As the guard opens the door I turn to my assistants and say, "Wait outside, I don't think that I will need you."

Inside I see the young woman sitting on the bench, "Its time." I say solemnly. I offer her my hand and she takes it and stands up. I see that she has tied her hair up with the hair band that I gave her as I requested.

"You look very pretty." I say, trying to reassure her.

She grips my hand and we leave her cell and walk hand-in-hand down the corridor to the execution chamber, my assistants walking behind us. I open the door and turn to my assistants, "Wait outside, if I need you I will call."

They nod and I lead the young woman in.

She gasps and nearly stumbles when she sees the impalement stake. I hold her up and calmly assure her that it is not for her. I walk her over to the table and she eyes the three nooses hanging from the short-drop gallows nervously.

"You need to undress." I tell her.

She glances nervously toward the door.

"They won't hurt you." I say softly caressing her arm. "They won't come in and they won't even look in."

I begin to unbutton her blouse and slip it off. Next comes her bra. She does not resist. She has lovely small breasts with erect pink nipples. Next comes her skirt. I kneel to help her out of her shoes and then slip off her panties reveling a wispy patch of light blond pubic hair in front of my face. She is a lovely girl and I think sadly that this is such a waste.

"I want you to bend over the table for me," I say to her. "It may feel a bit uncomfortable when it goes in, but it won't hurt." She looks alarmed as I pick up a small anal plug, and she backs away.

"Please, be good for me." I smile at her earnestly and looking toward the door added, "I don't want to have to call them to help." She glances at the open door nervously. I guide her to the table and help her bend over, spreading her legs apart. Picking up a tube of lubricating gel and squirting it on my finger I smear a quantity onto the plug and then, probe her tiny arsehole with my finger applying a liberal amount of gel in her rectum.

"There, there, just relax, it won't hurt." I say as I ease the plug in. I smile to myself because I notice that her vulva is beginning to moisten and swell. I wonder if she has lesbian tendencies?

When I finish, she stands up and smiles weekly. I wipe my hand on a cloth and caress her cheek "You are doing very well, and are being very brave," I assure her.

I then take her by the hand and lead her to the gallows on which she will hang. I notice that her breathing is becoming more shallow and rapid as we ascend the stairs and she begins to tremble when she sees the noose.

"It will be all right," I assure her. "Just trust me. Be brave."

I stand her in the center of the trap and picking up a short length of rope tie her hands firmly behind her back. I then kneel and tie her feet together. This brings my face directly next to her pussy again. My nose brushes her pubic hair and I catch a whiff of her scent and I feel myself getting horny. "Maybe I have lesbian tendencies." I think to myself.

All of this only takes a few seconds. I stand up and arrange the noose around her neck cinching the knot just below her jaw on the left side. This is made much easier in that she had tied her long hair up earlier. When this is finished I look her in the eyes again and caress her cheek.

"Do you have anything that you would like to say?" I say softly.

"No." She answers in a small voice. She is now trembling almost uncontrollably. Preparing her on the gallows has taken less than a minute but I don't think she can hold up much longer before her knees start to buckle, she is terribly frightened. I step back, pick up the remote and press the button.

The trap doors part beneath her feet with a whooshing sound and she plunges down coming to a jerking halt, dangling from the noose with her head and shoulders just above the level of the floor. There is no sound of her neck breaking.

"Damn!" I thought to myself, "My fucking assistants miscalculated the length of the drop!"

The unfortunate girl's head is tilted to one side by the knot and her mouth is opening and closing like a fish as she tries to catch her breath. Her body begins to writhe with the pain of torn tendons and muscles in her neck and she is straining at the bonds at her wrists and ankles.

I quickly kick off my sandals and leaning over the open trap grasp the rope. She is slowly twisting around counter-clockwise. I step onto her shoulders adding my weight to hers. It is hard to hold on to the rope and keep my footing on her shoulders as her body convulses frightfully. I shift my weight from one foot to the other in an unsuccessful attempt to break her neck and she thrashes violently beneath me.

She continues her struggle against the noose for about a minute before finally giving up and hangs limply. I step off of her shoulders and kneel to check for a pulse and feel the back of her neck. Her face is turning a deep red with asphyxia, her bloodshot eyes are glassy and bulging, her tongue protrudes and drool drips from her mouth. "A weak pulse is still present and her neck is not broken," I think to my self, examining her, "But she is not breathing, apparently unconscious and probably not feeling pain." I will just let her hang and nature will take its course.

I descend the gallows and notice a stream of pee starting to trickle down her legs and drip from her bare feet to the floor below, a good sign that death is near. She looks peaceful hanging naked above me. I wonder what kind of life she had, if she had ever had a lover? Of course, she had been r@ped and therefore was not a virgin by the time she had been turned over to me but had she ever actually known physical love? Well, it is not good to dwell on such things, I have more work to do.

I call in my assistants and begin to dress them down for the mistake. One of them protests and hand me the slip of paper with my instructions on it. Instead of 244 cm I had clearly written 144 cm. The mistake was mine, I must have let the first prisoner get to me and was not paying attention to what I wrote.

"I apologize." I say to the guards. "It was my fault, I will try to do better in the future." I think to myself that it is the poor hanged girl who I should be apologizing to. Well these things happen. I resolve to double-check the rope length in the future for long-drop hangings.

I look at the time, it is 10:25. "Leave her hanging from the gallows and let's bring the next prisoner." I say to my assistants. They nod and smile, obviously enjoying their view of the hanging girl.

Part 4

We enter the cellblock and I ask the guard for prisoner 3485-37. The door is opened and I enter followed by my two assistants.

The prisoner is sitting huddled in the corner drawn up into a fetal position. "It is time." I say. She does not move. I offer her my hand to help her up. "Come on, be brave, It won't be so bad." She curls up even tighter and glares at me with fearful eyes. I nod to my assistants.

They step around me and drag the young woman to her feet. "Noooo!" She shrieks. "Not yet, no, please1" She is now weeping uncontrollably. A wet patch appears on her skirt and a dribble of pee runs down her legs. I curse myself silently for having frightened her so bad during my earlier visit. Now she has had an hour for this to eat at her and she is incoherent with fear.

Following me, my assistants half carry and half drag the prisoner out of the cell and down the corridor to the execution chamber. I open the large door and they follow me in. With the sight of the impalement stake the young woman begins screaming incoherently and kicking and flailing her arms.

I move my face close to her and in a calm and soothing voice say, "We are not going to use that, don't worry, I promise we won't do that to you, just do what I say and every thing will be OK." She then sees the unfortunate girl still hanging from the nearby gallows and goes limp, sobbing uncontrollably. What a clusterfuck this morning is turning into. At least she is no longer fighting us.

She does not resist as we undressed her. I remove her bra and urine soaked panties and note her physical attributes. She has large breasts with prominent brown nipples, a plump well-cushioned arse, nicely shaped legs and a thick thatch of dark pubic hair. I think that she is quite attractive and judging from the bulges in my assistants' pants, they do too. My assistants bend her over the table and I pick up a small sized anal plug and began to lubricate it. All the while the prisoner softly sobs.

"Spread her arse-cheeks for me." I say to my assistants and with a grin one of them holds her bent over the table and the other spreads her cheeks. I bend down to probe her arsehole with my lubricated finger to ease the insertion of the plug.

She farts loudly in my face!

This is more than my assistants can take and they begin laughing. "Quiet!" I hiss with a mock severity. It is all that I can do to keep from laughing myself. The prisoner is sobbing even louder now.

I lean over her and stroked her hair, saying softly, "That's OK, its perfectly natural, now just relax, this won't hurt."

"I'm sorry." She sobs.

"That's OK, don't worry. It happens all the time." I lie, as I eased the plug up into her arsehole.

The prisoner is allowed to rise and I tie her hands tightly behind her with a length of rope. We then walk her towards the gallows. As she nears the noose her legs go limp and she begins sobbing again. My assistants carry her up the three steps and placed her on the stool. Her knees buckle.

"Just hold her up while I noose her." I place the noose around her neck, cinching the knot behind her left ear. It is clear that she will not be able to stand on her own and I want to give her enough of a drop to shorten her suffering while remaining within the confines of the sentence.

I whisper into her ear, "The sentence is about to be carried out now, is there anything that you would like to say?"

She does not respond.

"Hold her up," I say to the assistants, "And when I pull the stool away drop her hard." They nod understanding what I had in mind. A slightly longer drop might speed the process, I hope.

I step to the wall and tie off the rope, leaving considerable slack. I step back to the stool in front of her and pull it away as my assistants lift her a few centimeters and then drop her. She falls and comes to a stop with her toes dancing on the floor.

My two assistants and I stare in horror as the poor woman dances on her tiptoes, trying to keep her balance and relieve the pressure of the noose that was tightened around her neck by the drop. Obviously terrified she is making inhuman croaking shrieks.

"Could I possibly fuck things up any worse today!?" I think to myself. My assistants and I jump down the steps, "Pull her up." I order them. Together, they haul the feckless girl up until her toes are a few centimeters above the floor and I tie the rope off. The young woman's shrieks end abruptly as she is lifted off the floor and she writhes and thrashes hanging from the noose, which has now twisted her head to the right side. She tries to remount the steps with her feet and my assistants quickly move them out of the way. Her legs kick wildly and she strains her toes downward, trying to find the floor again, which is now just out of reach. The three of us stand aside to watch the show.

The young woman's face starts to redden as blood pools above the tightening noose and her eyes become bloodshot from bursting capillaries. Her mouth opens and closes as she desperately tries to gulp air and her breasts bounce in time with her struggles. I note that one of my assistants, fascinated by her dance, is absent-mindedly rubbing his erection through his trousers. There is something unnaturally erotic about a woman hanging and I feel myself getting wet. Finally, after about two minutes of fighting the noose, her kicking subsides and her tongue begins to protrude from her open mouth as a stream of drool drips from her chin.

After about a minute more her struggles are over and a stream of pee splatters on the drain beneath her. I tell my assistants that it is time to start our third and last execution. We leave the young woman hanging and walk down the corridor to the cellblock.

Part 5.

"We are here for 3485-36." I tell the guard, "And can you spare 4 of your men?"

Of course, he answers. He says a few words into the telephone and 4 hefty guards appear.

The cell door opens and I enter with my two assistants. The prisoner stands up glaring at me. "Will you come along quietly or do you want the stake?" I say menacingly.

"I won't give you any trouble, let's get this over with." He says in a low gravely voice.

I leave the cell followed by the prisoner, flanked by my assistants, one holding each of his arms. We proceed down the corridor followed by the guards and enter the execution chamber. The prisoner starts when he sees the impalement stake but quickly regains his composure. He then sees the blond girl, still hanging from the long-drop gallows and his dark-haired girlfriend hanging from the same gallows on which he will die. Only an occasional involuntary jerk indicates that she has not yet expired.

"Been a busy day!" He comments grimly and without feeling. I can see that he is no stranger to death.

He is walked to the table and without a word my assistants begin to undress him. He does nothing to resist them but he is not particularly cooperative either. I can see that he is a muscular man, about 180 cm tall and 85 to 90 kg. He is well hung with a large cock and balls covered with thick black pubic hair. In fact he is quite hairy all over. I can imagine that under better circumstances he would be a great fuck. I can feel myself getting slightly wet between the legs. Hanging men always does this to me.

The prisoner is bent over the table by two of the guards while my assistants help to hold him down and pull apart his arse-cheeks. I pick up the largest anal plug that I have. "To hell with lubricant." I think to myself and ram the plug up his arsehole into his rectum. He winces with the pain but says nothing. The guards chuckle but a look from me puts a stop to that.

The prisoner is stood up surrounded by the guards and his arms pulled behind him by my assistants, I tie his wrists as tightly as I can. I can see that it causes him pain, but so what. He is then marched to the gallows and up the steps; I note with satisfaction that his cock is stiffening, partly due to the pressure the anal plug places on his prostrate and partially in anticipation of his impending dance with his last mistress, the noose. Usually I pity men at this time, having to undergo the humiliation of an erection, viewed by witnesses, just before hanging, but not this time.

He is stood on the stool and I place the noose around his neck, cinching the knot well back near his spine. He shows no signs of emotion and stares straight ahead. Stepping down, I take the slack out of the rope, pull hard causing the prisoner to stand on his toes, and tie the rope off. "No drop for you!" I think to myself. My assistants descend and move the steps away.

In no hurry, I walk to the young woman hanging next to him and feel her neck for a pulse. I cannot find one; she is dead. I then walk in front of the condemned prisoner.

"Your girlfriend is dead. It is your fault that she ended like this!" I say harshly. "You might as well have been the one to hang her." He just glares at me. I reach out and squeeze his erect cock with my hand. "You won't be using this on her any more, will you?" Overcome with anger at his impassiveness I grab his balls squeezing them and digging my fingernails into his scrotum until he winces. There is little that he can do up on his toes, one false move will hang him. I dry-wank his ridged cock a few times; "I bet you would love for me to suck it right now, wouldn't you? Well that's not likely." I taunt him. My assistants and the guards looked on astonished. I am furious with him and blame him for the morning fuck-ups. I am determined to have some revenge. I also am feeling very horny and have to exert some control over myself otherwise I might just give him a blowjob on the gallows! Truthfully there is nothing that I would like better right now than to suck a huge cock and taste hot cum shooting down my throat.

I step back and pick up the rope attached to the stool. "Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?"

"Fuck you bitch!" He manages.

I give the rope a yank and the stool topples out from under him. He drops and hangs limply for a few seconds. Soon though his legs begin to swing wildly as he tries to find a perch to relieve the strangulation he is feeling. Soon he is twisting around, flailing his legs and giving us a very good show, his erect cock and balls comically bouncing up and down in time with his kicking. His mouth opens and a gurgling, croaking sound is emitted as he manages to draw in a last breath. His face slowly turns red then a deep purple as his bloodshot eyes bulge and his tongue protrudes. All the while his hands alternately open and clinch into fists and his toes curl then strain to find the floor. A trickle of blood drips off of his fingers from where the bonds at his wrists have cut into his flesh during his struggles.

His struggling continues for a full 5 minutes or more. I have never seen anyone struggle as long in the noose. Finally, his body writhes in a series of pelvic thrusts and streams of semen shoot from his stiff cock and splatter almost a meter away on the floor. "He has consummated his marriage with the noose." I think to myself. I am feeling incredibly horny by now. The guards and my assistants laughed quietly, and I do not stop them. After his orgasm the prisoner's struggles quickly subside. Soon a heavy stream of pee arcs from his still semi-erect cock and splatters on the floor.

I walk over to the dry bar and pour myself a drink. I ask my assistants and the guards if they want one. The guards are on duty and say no but my assistants accept. I at a time like this one needs a drink. I sit on the couch with my drink and we watch the two prisoners hang for the next 15 minutes. Signs of life in the man slowly subsided. Finally, I step over to him and check for a pulse. There is a very weak one but he has stopped all efforts to breath. It will not be long before he is dead. I then walk over to the long-drop gallows, place a stepladder under the hanging girl and climb it. I check her for a pulse. She is quite dead.

I dismiss the guards and turning to my assistants, "Take the two girls down but let man hang for another hour. I am going to try to get some rest." My assistants nod and I walk back to my apartment.

Part 6.

My screw-ups aside, this mornings activities have made me incredibly horny. Executions frequently do this to me. I masturbate with my vibrator for a while, that helps some. After lunch I masturbate some more and take a nap.

The telephone next to my bed rings, I pick it up and a voice says, "We have two more prisoners waiting for execution. Two males, a drug dealer and theft. The first gets a short drop the second a long drop."

I look at my watch, 2:30 pm. "Set the hangings for 4:00 PM for the short drop and 5:30 PM for the long drop." I say.

At 3:00 I walk to the cellblock with my assistants.

"I am here to see prisoner 3485-37." I say to the guard as I hand him the death warrant. Silently, he opened the door.

I step into the cell with my assistant. The prisoner is sitting on the bench and staring at me. He is well built with dark short-cropped hair, blue eyes and a day's growth of stubble. His face wears an expression of grim sadness; he seems resigned to his fate.

"You understand that your sentence is to be carried out in an hour?" I ask him.

"Yes." He answers.

"I suggest that you try to use the t0ilet before we return to save yourself some discomfort. I will ask the guards to tell you when it is 10 minutes before time." I tell him in a matter of fact way. "I will try to make the procedure as quick as possible. Within the bounds of your sentence."

"You are the executioner?" he asked. "A woman executioner?"

"Yes I am the one who will carry out your sentence. I should tell you that if you don't give us any trouble things will go much easier for you. If you choose not to cooperate or to fight us, the sentence will immediately be changed to impalement. That is a horrible and painful way to die. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I won't give you any trouble." He says. Then looking me straight in the eye he adds with a soft quiver in his voice, "How long does it take to. well, you know?"

He seems so vulnerable that I feel some pity for him so I take his hand into and caressed it. "Once we suspend you, it usually takes between two and five minutes before you lose consciousness." I tell him softly. "You will experience some pain but I will try to get it over with as quick as possible. I am sorry, I wish I did not have to do this to you."

He forces a weak smile.

My assistant and I leave the cell and the guard closes and locks the door. I hand the guard the second death warrant for prisoner 3485-38.

As the door of the cell is opened I pick up the scale and tape from the desk.

Stepping into the cell I see the condemned young man sitting on the bench, his head in his hands. He raises his head slowly to look at me as I step in, tears streaming down from his eyes. His face is a mask of terror. He was a quite good-looking, sandy blond hair, blue eye, with an athletic build. But his face seems almost familiar.

I turn to my assistant. "Please stay outside."

"Yes mam." He replies. I closed the door behind me.

"I am here to tell you that your sentence is to be carried out in about two hours."

He began to sob and shake quietly. "I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" He sobs repeatedly. I can see that this will be hard.

He looks up at me and asks, "Do you know where my sister is? Her name is Jill. I haven't seen her since." His voice trails off and he buries his face into his hands.

Realization of who he is comes to me and I feel a lump in my throat. I feel a wave of pity and empathy. I sit down next to him and take his hand and softly say, "You will be seeing your sister in a little while."

He looks at me and an by his expression I know that he understands. "Did she suffer?" He asks pitifully.

"No," I lie. "She died very quickly and peacefully. I was with her."

He looks at me thankfully and begins to weep. I cradle his head next to my breasts all the time stroking his hair. "Shush, shush" I say softly. "It will not be so bad, I will be there and I promise that it will not hurt." I was at a loss for words. "Try to be brave," I say "and I will help you through this."

He looked at me, his eyes wide, "You will?"

"Yes, just trust me," I smile, "I will make it very easy for you."

He gulps and nods and I give him a soft kiss on the top of his head then stand up. "Come here, I need you to stand on this. Can you do that for me?"

I place the scale on the floor and he steps on it, thinking to myself "79.5 kg, that would mean a drop of 144 cm to assure a clean break. But in his condition I had better use the chair. That will add an additional 20 kg so the drop will be 112 cm."

"What is your name?" I usually don't ask prisoners their name, but this one was different.

"Ferd." He answers, confirming what I already knew.

I pull out the tape and quickly measured his height, 183 cm., subtract 50 cm. for the sitting position. I write the information on my pad, and this time make sure that I have it right.

The prisoner seems in better spirits as I prepare to leave. I turn to him as I open the door and say softly, "Ferd, try to use the t0ilet before I return, that will save you some discomfort. I will ask the guard to tell you when it is 10 minutes before time"

"Ok," he answers, "I understand.

I walk out of Ferd's cell and the Guard locks it behind me.

I turn to him and tell him to inform each prisoner 10 minutes before I come for him.

I tell my assistants to prepare for the short-drop hanging first and that we would need the chair for the long-drop. I give him the slip of paper with the height/weight information for Ferd. "This time I have it right!" He looks at me and smiles. There was really very little to do until the short-drop hanging so I decide to go to my office to take care of some paperwork.

Part 7.

After doing some office work for a while I look at my watch, it is 3:45, time to get things started. I meet my two assistants outside the execution chamber and we walk brusquely to the cellblock. "I am here for prisoner 3485-37," I tell the guard. He gets up and silently opens the cell door. The prisoner, white faced, rises to meet me.

"It is time." I say. The prisoner silently nods. "Follow me." I tell him. He follows me out of the cell and, with my two assistants behind him; silently we walk down the corridor.

Upon reaching the execution chamber I open the heavy door and we enter the room. The prisoner gasps when he sees the impalement stake and would have fallen if it was not for my assistants grabbing his arms to hold him up. They are ready because this commonly is the reaction of the prisoners.

"Don't worry, I don't think we will need to use that today. Will we?" I say with a very slight menace in my voice. He shakes his head.

I lead him to the gallows and notice that he swallows hard. He is doing his best to be brave, and cooperative and I appreciate that. "You are going to have to undress." I tell him. He just stares at me. "Do you want me to have my assistants undress you?"

He shakes his head "no" and begins to unbutton his shirt, his fingers fumbling.

"Let me help you with that." I say gently as I unbutton his shirt for him. I got to his trousers, unbutton them and unzip his fly. Then I kneel down and helped him out of his prison slippers and allow him to take off his shirt and trousers himself. I fold his clothing and place them on the table. I then point to his briefs and say, "They have to come off too."

He looks at me pleadingly.

"We have to insert an anal plug, it is part of the procedure." I tell him.

He looks at me and at my two assistants, standing passively nearby, and then back at me with mixed expression of pleading, indignation, horror and fear (mostly fear). "Please." He stammered, "Don't do that. Not in front of them."

I whisper softly to him, "Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt." Tears are welling up in his eyes, and so I make a decision.

I turn to my assistants and say, "You two can leave and stand outside the door. If I need you I will call." They nod and step outside. Then I turn to the prisoner and say with some severity, "If you give even a hint of trouble, I will call them and the guards and you will be impaled on the stake!" He nods and pulls off his underwear.

He was nicely built with a soft crop of dark pubic hair and very well hung with large, well shaped, cock and balls. I smile at him and say, "please bend over the table, this will only take a second." He complies.

I smear a liberal amount of lubricating gel on a medium sized plug, and ask him, "Will you spread your cheeks apart for me?" He reaches behind and pulls apart his buttocks revealing his arsehole , which I probe with my finger spreading more gel. I then carefully insert the plug.

He winces as it goes in and immediately his cock begins to stiffen. It is clear that he is quite embarrassed by this and tries to cover it with his hands when he rises up. "Don't worry," I smile at him, "That is a perfectly natural reaction and nothing that I haven't seen before."

I then pick up a length of rope and gently ask him to turn around and place his hands behind him. He complies and I tie his wrists tightly behind his back. He is now breathing in short gasps. He knows the end is near and at the same time he is struggling to maintain his nerve. I lead him to the gallows, up the three steps and position him on the stool.

"Be calm," I whisper into his ear, "It won't be so bad and will be over in a few minutes."

He swallows hard.

I arrange the rope around his neck and cinch the knot just behind his left ear. Then I quickly descend the steps and move them away from the gallows. Stepping to the wall I remove the slack from the rope and tie it off. All of this takes only about 10 seconds and I turn to look at the prisoner. He stands nervously on the stool with the rope around his neck trembling slightly. This causes his erect cock to bob up and down almost comically. I feel the wetness returning between my legs.

"Do you have anything that you would like to say before the sentence is carried out?" I ask him gently.

"No." He manages to stammer. He is trying so hard to be brave and I do appreciate how cooperative he is and how easy he has made things for me. There is something that I could do to make it easier for him, I think to myself.

I walk up to the prisoner and spitting several times into my right palm I grasp his hard cock and start wanking him with firm steady strokes. At the same time I cup his balls with my left hand and gently squeeze and rub. I smile up into his eyes and a look of complete surprise followed by pleasure comes over is face. He starts thrusting his pelvis slightly in rhythm with my stroking. Then I move my face near him I lightly flick the end of his cock with my tongue and run it over and around his glans, at the same time I continuing to stroke his shaft and rub his balls with my hands. After a few seconds of this I take his penis into my mouth, gently sucking and running my tongue across the underside of his glans, finally I engulf his cock deep into my throat and I hear him groan with pleasure. I am getting extremely wet between my legs as I smell his musky scent, but I can do about that. I concentrate on his firm cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and giving him his last pleasure. It takes only about a minute of sucking and licking before his body shudders and his thrusting becomes more rapid and uncontrolled. Spurts of semen shoot from his hard cock into the back of my mouth and I swallow.

The intensity of the prisoner's orgasm causes him to lose his footing. As he stumbles I take the opportunity to kick away the stool and he drops a couple of centimeters but continues to thrust his pelvis and spurt his semen into my mouth while suspended by the noose around his neck. Sensing that he is spent I step away to avoid his legs that are starting to kick, but stroke his cock for a few additional seconds with my hands until I am sure that his orgasm is finished. Giving his cock a final squeeze I move away and walk over to the table. I pick up a towel to wipe my hands, check the time and turn to watch him strangle in the noose.

His face is already starting to redden when I turn and he flails his legs trying to find a perch to relieve the pressure on his neck. His fists clinch as he strains against the bindings at his wrists and his whole body writhes and thrashes violently. His mouth opens and closes as he tries vainly to catch a breath. As the minutes pass his face takes on a deep purplish hue, his struggles grow weaker, his eyes redden and his tongue protrudes from his open mouth. His violent struggles last less than two minutes as the noose does its relentless work. I believe that the orgasm may have taken much of the fight out of him. After about three minutes the only movement that can I detect is a fluttering of his chest as it tries to draw in air. He has lost consciousness by this time. Soon a stream of pee emits from his semi erect cock and splashes on the floor. I sit down on the couch and call my assistants back into the room. We watch him slowly twist on the rope for about 15 minutes. Finally, I walk up to him and feel his neck for a pulse. There is none. I smile; he is dead but I still have the faint salty taste of his cum in my mouth. Well this hanging went much better than the ones this morning.

"Let him hang for another half hour," I say, "Then take him down and prepare for the next execution." I walk out of the room and toward my office thinking to myself that I had done a lot to ease the condemned man's passing. I hope that he had appreciated it.

Part 8.

At about 5:00 I walk to the execution chamber. I am intrigued by the thought that I can ease the death of a condemned prisoner and am thinking about what I can do for Ferd, who is to die in another 30 minutes. I go to the table to pick up lubricating gel and some duct tape. I also pick up two small wooden stools that are stored under the table and climb the stairs of the gallows. Once there I smear gel liberally on the anal plug attached to the chair that was at its place in the middle of the trap. I then tape the remote control to the back of the chair where I can easily reach it and place a stool on either side of the chair. I shorten the rope to allow for a 60 cm drop rather than the 112 cm that my assistant set and adjust it so that the noose hangs just above head level for someone seated in the chair. "That should do it." I think to myself.

It is time to meet my assistants so I descend the gallows and walk into the corridor where they are already assembled. Once again we walk to the cellblock. "We are here for prisoner 3485-38." I tell the guard. Silently he opens the cell door and I enter.

Ferd is huddled at the end of his bench in the corner of the cell. He looks very young and vulnerable. I turn and tell my assistants, "Wait outside for me." I walk over to Ferd smiling and sit down beside him.

"It is time." I softly say.

He just stares at me with frightened eyes.

Caressing his cheek, I say, "Be brave and trust me. I promise that you will not be in pain and I will make this easy for you if you just trust me and do as I say. Will you do that for me?"

I gently caress his forehead and he smiles and nods. I help him stand up and say, "Just follow me."

When we reach the execution chamber I turn to my assistants and say, "Stay out here and under no circumstances are you to enter until I call you. Do you understand?" They nod. I then open the door and take hold of Ferd's arm and lead him into the room. This time I closed the door behind me. I know that I am taking a chance but I do not think that Ferd will give me any trouble.

Ferd nearly faints when he sees the impaling stake, but I hold onto his arm and say, "That's not for you, don't pay any attention to it."

"What is it?" He says with a trembling voice.

"It is to kill people, but not you, not today." I assure him.

I lead him to the table to undress him, all the time looking him in his eyes and smiling. He moves as if he is in a dream. In a way I suppose that he is. Kneeling to pull down his briefs I reveal his well-hung cock and balls and I allowed my hair to brush across his cock, which begins to stiffen. He is so perfectly made for pleasuring women, it is a shame that he has to die. Ferd's eyes are wide and I continue smiling up at him.

Completely naked now I silently take his hand and lead him to the gallows and up the stairs. He shutters when he sees the noose.

"Don't pay any attention to it." I say softly to him. "Just concentrate on me. I am all that matters to you." I run my hand across his shoulders and down his back to his buttocks and give it a squeeze.

I pick up the gel from the shelf and bending Ferd over the railing ask him to pull his cheeks apart for me. He does this and I smear gel around his arsehole and lubricate his rectum with my finger.

Walking him to the chair he sees the prominent anal plug.

"Don't worry." I say. "It won't hurt. Just carefully lower yourself down on it, that's right, take your time." He eases himself down onto the chair still in a dreamlike state. The noose hanging right above his head.

I now work fast moving his hands behind him and securely strapped them and then kneeling to strap his feet and thighs. I notice that his cock stiffening so I caressed it and roll back his foreskin. He emits an audible gasp as I run my tongue across the tip of his glans and lick his shaft. Then I engulf his whole cock into my mouth and gently suck as I fasten the thigh straps. My oral ministrations result in his cock stiffening to a fine, thick erection of at least 20 cm and I stop sucking long enough to fastened the chest strap. The straps are conveniently placed, I notice to allow some pelvis movement, insofar as the fixed anal plug will allow. I believe that the anal plug will add to his arousal and I go back to sucking his cock for a few more seconds before standing up before him. I unbutton my blouse and bending over him, I offer him a nipple to suck, which he accepts greedily. I cradled his head in my arms all the while stroking his cock with my hand and whispering to him such things as "That's right, my sweet, my love, kiss me, suck me, I am here, I won't let harm come to you."

I am getting increasingly hot; finally I rise up and removed my blouse, skirt and panties, kick off my sandals and step up on the stools that I earlier placed on each side of the chair and squat over his head and him offer him my pussy and arsehole . He licks my vulva and sucks my clitoris eagerly. I realize that he might not be so innocent as he certainly knows what he is doing. I rub my pussy against his face, lift up slightly and allow him to rim my arsehole . I am in heaven! He certainly knows how to pleasure a woman! A few minutes of this is more than I can bear and I shudder with an orgasm. I grasp the back of the chair to maintain my balance, it is a good thing that it was designed not to tip over. After regaining my composure I lower my wet pussy onto his throbbing cock and began thrusting my hips up and down, wrapping my legs around him and the chair. He sucks on my nipples as I kiss and caress his head and neck, both of us moaning with pleasure.

Ferd's eyes are closed and he is so delirious with rapture that I don't think that he notices when I reach up, lower the noose arou