(First time doing this.... I don't know if I'm any good, tell me if I should continue)<br /><br />Manami Watanbe shivered with goose flesh in her drafty cell. She paced back and forth on the painted cement floor, her naked feet softly making little condensation footprints from her bed, to her little sink, and back again. She wore only a soft white cotton t-shirt and panties of similar material, having been washed and worn too many times, they were starting to get tiny balls of fuzz around the stained groin.<br /><br />Her shirt had the words "DEATH WATCH" in large block letters across her chest. Most girls who had worn it had been able to fill out the worn garment. Manami wasn't nearly as well endowed, sadly.<br /><br />Brought up a typical demure Japanese girl, she never thought herself in a situation where she would so completely lose her dignity, or so painfully lose her life. She looked at her clock and knew that this worst of all conclusions was now an inescapable reality. She was going to die in the electric chair.<br /><br />This wasn't any electric chair. This was an experimental model, designed to deliver a more "thorough" jolt of electricity to the major organs. She was briefed on this her first week on the row. She was taken to witness the execution of another test subject. A poor, Hispanic girl with breasts that showed the DEATH WATCH shirt who was boss walked to the chair, sat in it stoically as the electrode was inserted into her vagina. Her stoicism disappeared immediately when the switch was finally thrown. Having requested no mask, everyone in the audience, especially Manami, could watch her face as she writhed, contorted, screamed and finally lost all control of her bodily functions.<br /><br />Manami wept for a week straight and could never quite get the smell out of her hair.<br /><br />"Oh no! I hope I still have time!" Manami thought as she nervously remembered that she promised herself she would make sure she wouldn't embarrass herself the way the poor Hispanic beauty did. She pulled her panties down, revealing her thick, straight, soft thatch of Japanese pubic hair and backed up against the small porcelain waste basin in the wall.<br /><br />Just then the door swung open. <br />"Time to go, Manami," the matron, a short, but buxom blonde with short, straight, almost Hitlerian hair.<br /><br />Manami let a tiny, thick, yellow spurt issue from her groin. It dribbled off of her pubic hair, down the crevice of her inner thigh and dribbled all the way down to her bare feet. The tiny stream looked not unlike movie theatre popcorn butter. She cut off the stream, red faced, embarrassed when a hissing noise came from her groin.<br /><br />The matron bit her ruby-red lipstick coated lip and suppressed a smile. “You should have taken care of that a while ago,” she smiled as she playfully scolded the horrified schoolgirl.<br /><br />“P…please ma’am.” Manami winced. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the reek of urine covering the last girl’s smoldering brown girl meat.<br /><br />“I know, but we have a schedule to keep. You don’t have to wear panties walking down the hall, but if you choose to they will have to come off before the chair,” she said frankly, but without losing a tiny glimmer of playfulness in her sapphire sparkling blue eyes.<br /><br />The matron wore a form-fitting black uniform complete with a Sam Brown belt. It hugged her full figure and made her sleek even in her short stature. The jodhpurs tightly hugged her groin, which she kept well shaved. She envied Manami’s full set of womanly lips. The matron’s were recessed completely, making her groin nothing but a neatly cleft mound of pale flesh.<br /><br />Manami quietly nodded her head, and let a couple more drops trickle to the t0ilet. She pulled her panties up, forgetting to wipe herself and not bother ingto flush the t0ilet as she walked toward the matron, with her hands outstretched in front of her, as per the usual procedure. The matron looked down at the girl’s panties, now with tiny yellow dribbles in them, and shook her head. <br /><br />“No, that won’t be necessary. I think you’ll behave,” she smiled at Mamami.<br /><br />“Y…yes ma’am.” Mamami squeaked, looking at the three other svelte female guards in the hallway, wearing black uniforms and white gloves, ready to handle her if she made any fuss.<br /><br />She was audibly beginning to hyperventilate. “Just relax and it will all go quickly,” the matron said coldly, as she began to eye her checklist. “Please step out into the hallway.”<br /><br />Mamami walked timidly into the hallway, her bare feet sticking slightly to the freezing painted gray floor. Her ribcage expanded and contracted beneath her tightly drawn yellow skin and tiny pale breasts. Her threadbare “DEATH WATCH” t-shirt did very little to hide her figure.<br /><br />“You should know that a group of Female Youth Scouts is on tour here at the Young Female Correctional Institute. They have been scheduled to witness your execution.” The matron’s mouth curled into a grin as she walked authoritatively beside the trembling Asian peach. The heels of her black jackboots clacked against the floor. “The scoutmaster told me it would make a better impression on the young ladies to see you lose control.” She glanced down at her shivering charge. “Sorry, but your bathroom privileges are revoked from here on out.”<br /><br />Manami gasped. The matron openly smiled. <br />Manami, the white gloved guards, and the matron walked slowly but surely down the gray painted hallway. Manami's bare feet froze against the cold floor. She shivered and could be heard choking back tears. The two female guards behind her made a silent glance at one another, each knowing that she would probably panic before she reached the chair. Nothing broke up the monotony of the life of a prison guard like a prisoner losing it before her sentence is carried out.<br /><br />"Now, Manami," the matron began, "you are going to have to make a few decisions." Manami closed her eyes tightly. Her hopes of being able to just put herself on auto-pilot and allow events to just take their course without her having to think about them had been dashed. <br /><br />"W....what d..decisions ma'am?"<br /><br />"Well first, you will have to decide if you want your groin to be shaved or not." Manami gasped at the frankness of the matron's speech. She had been brought up in a very modest household and had never had any sexual experience before coming to this prison.<br /><br />The matron went on. "If you refuse to be shaved, the chances are much higher that a fire will start and the execution will be much more painful than necessary. But, many girls do refuse. They either want to look like virgins, their religion forbids it, and some are just afraid of the razor." She smiled plafully at Manami, who bit her lip and choked back heavy tears.<br /><br />Manami looked down at her young, tender mound. Her thick, soft, straight Asian pubic hair made a dark triangular shadow underneath the cheap white panties. She shuddered at the thought of a razor clipping away the tender hair she was so proud to have grown. <br /><br />"The second decision," the matron continued, "will be whether or not you will consent to having your urethra cut with a scalpal in the event it is burned shut during the electrocution." Manami now audibly gasped and froze, the guards pushed her ahead, as she made even smaller, more fearful steps.<br /><br />"W...<img src="
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" border="0" />...what... why?" Manami squeaked.<br /><br />The matron grinned, exposing her very sharp canine teeth. "Sometimes when girls are electrocuted," she said in a singsong voice "their urehtras can burn shut, trapping their bladders full of boiling urine, which is, needless to say, extremely painful." She winked at Manami. "But then again, we need to stop the whole execution to perform this minor surgery, take out the electrode, put it back in, and that can be extremely painful in itself."<br /><br />Manami fought back the urge to vomit. She covered her crotch with her hands, instinctively, much like an embarrassed <s>k i d</s> would. The female guard walking beside her with the medical bag produced the scalpal and held it inches away from Manami's face. Her eyes bulged and she stifled a small scream. She could imagine it raking against her untouched, tender little inner parts.<br /><br />"You take a few minutes to think about it. You don't need to decide until we strap you down."<br /><br />Manami could see the red door of the death chamber at the end of the hall growing closer, closer, closer with each trembling step.<br /><br /><br />(OK, Decision '08: You get to vote (or just give input) as to what her decisions should be. Does she get shaved and die like a little whore, or does she let her hair catch fire? Does she let them cut her little virginal pussy, or does her abdomen swell with boiling urine until her pussy explodes with a burst of superheated pi$$?) <br />
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