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Ideally, from then on until the prisoner is dead, there is no more speech of any kind, although in practice sometimes it doesn’t work out that way. The female guard then unties the hospital gown and lets it fall to the floor. (Prisoners are executed in the nude supposedly because the added humiliation is to be part of their punishment, but frankly I have always thought it was so the mortuary team wouldn’t have to undress them and pull off dresses and underwear soaked with feces and urine.) The female guard draws the condemned woman’s wrists together behind her back, and one of the male guards handcuffs her. She is then led out the door, a few brief steps along the rubber mat, up the steps and onto the block, which is large enough for three people to stand on the top. She has a male guard on either side of her, holding her arms. The guard on her right 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 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 keeps one hand on the prisoner’s elbow, place their other hands on the prisoner’s upper back and lower back respectively, and without any word or further kissing delay they “assist” her, as the official terminology says, off the block. They don’t actually push unless the prisoner is struggling. If the prisoner is quiet and resigned, as most are, they gently but insistently move her forward until she steps off the block. The condemned woman drops two to three feet and is suspended. The rope tightens and bites into her neck, there is a kind of “huuh!” from her as if she had received a sudden blow, her head is tilted forcibly upward and to the left at an angle, and then for anywhere from sixty seconds to fifteen minutes or more, she does the Dance of Death, which is always fascinating to watch. Every Dance is slightly different, as unique 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 major convulsions, but there is severe twitching and palpitating in the body and the hanging woman’s head rolls back and forth, sometimes blood coming from her mouth as she bites her tongue. I have seen this go on for six or seven minutes before death occurs. Usually, however, the drop does not break the neck, and death is by strangulation. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which of course has the effect of making her swing freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. With the swinging of her body and the heaving of her chest as she tries to draw breath, her breasts jiggle and bounce enticingly. She writhes and twirls at the end of the rope, bobbing and gasping, eyes goggling in her head. Most hanged women attempt to do the “bunny hop,” trying to jump or draw themselves upward to take a babe little of the pressure off the noose and perhaps draw a gasp or two of air, and occasionally they succeed, although the resulting slight downward drop cinches the noose still tighter around their necks. Very occasionally a hanged woman is able to twist herself around and actually get her toes or feet back up on the block for a few seconds. In that case the guards, who have by now come down from the block and are standing on either side of it in order to prevent that very thing, push her feet off and set her swinging 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 stretch down and her body arches, as she seeks some kind of floor beneath her to ease the agony of the rope. The swinging subsides somewhat and now she begins to turn more than swing, first to the right Fingering and then Hardcore to the left. One of the most gripping of all experiences is to look into the eyes of a hanged woman who has reached this phase, because you can tell that she is entirely conscious still, suffering beyond imagination, that she knows perfectly well where she is and what is happening to her. Sometimes the prisoner makes small, odd gasping noises, although not always. After the stretching and turning comes the twitching or spasmodic phase, as Lesbian the body itself begins to die. This is usually marked by the fluttering of the toes, quivering of the breasts, and jerking of the handcuffed wrists behind her back, and often her tongue lolls out of her head, a bright cyanosed blue almost like something out of a cartoon. The official finish is considered to be when bowels and bladder relax in death and a stream of feces and urine is released into a tile trough with drains that runs beneath the gallows. A guard with a hose quickly washes the excrement down the drain and standing on a stool and wearing latex gloves, he cleans the dangling body with an alcohol and disinfectant-soaked wash cloth. At this point 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 naked woman do the Dance of Death, while all of this is going on the guards are not just standing there observing. There are other women who must join their erring sister on the gallows. Once the actual physical struggle of the first executed woman has subsided and she has reached the turning as opposed to swinging stage, I go to cell number Brunette two and opens the peephole, the second condemned prisoner is stripped and cuffed and led out onto the platform and up onto the block, and the entire process is repeated. “It’s okay Austin!” She stopped and pulled me close enough to whisper in my ear. “Nothing, me and the others will be arriving there naked so it’s up to you.” "Give her a kiss." Marissa's slender fingers had dipped into Linda's Brunette butt-crack, sliding down lower and lower until... Would you like implants to make them bigger?” The hormones in unpacified men turn them into such sadists that they can consider what happens in rooms like this to be entertainment. “Why’d you stop?” I was so close! “What a Lesbian sweet girl,” Alex said. In fact, the truth is, I've been wanting to see your pussy, ever since I was a young boy." Understand?” As we babe walked the dress would fall Fingering open to show our pussies. She said, “Wait.” and pulled the rug and Hardcore covered them with it and said, “Now you have total kissing freedom.” The rug was provided by the operators. His licking continued and my mind continued to work on what, if any, strategy I might be able to employ in this challenge to my benefit. One time when I looked up I saw Jon walking past with a big grin on his face. Eldon glared at her a moment before thinking of his response.