bayruti
05-04-2007, 10:36 AM
[B]Rachel was a sexy 25 year old woman . An alluring 5 foot 6 inches Brunette
with a shapely figure and a set of boobs that would put Pamela
Anderson to shame.However Rachel’s beauty was in her perfect feet. She told herself that there just had to be more
to life for her than being a 9 to 5 secretary for a stuffy pot
bellied boss.
Rachel was not the best secretary in the world but her boss who
enjoyed immensely staring at her sexy feet every chance he got forgave her
for that. Still Rachel wanted a career for herself but could never
decide on what to do. One day she came across an article stating
that the prison upstate was looking to hire a new executioner. The
add read " Experienced Hangman wanted apply in writing" At first she
didn't pay much attention to it but then told herself" Hangman, why
not a Hangwoman ? She reasoned if a man could do such a job why
couldn't a woman. The ad offered good pay for what wasn't even a
full time job. She cut out the ad and read it some more over lunch.
By the time she got back to her desk she had decided to apply for
the position. She sent off a letter to the warden and asked for an
application.
Nearly 2 weeks had gone by before she received a reply and by that
time she had pretty well forgotten about it.
When the letter from the prison arrived along with an application
form Rachel was astounded. The fact that the prison had answered and
sent her the forms suddenly made her realize that she might have the
career she always wanted. That evening as she was filling out the
forms her friend Sally dropped by and asked her what she was up to.
When Rachel told her of her plans Sally nearly had a fit." Are you
out of your mind? you are applying for a job as an executioner,
Rachel that's not a job for a woman, that's a job for some fat ugly
slob with a big belly and a black hood to cover his gruesome face".
Rachel laughed at Sally's remarks. " Well Sally, if you were a guy
on death row who would you rather have coming for you, a fat slob
with a big belly or someone who looks like me ? Sally smiled and
said, " well, no doubt you would make his last moments more
pleasant, but my god Rachel, do you really think you can do this?'
" Well I can't see why not Sally, I mean after all, what can be so
hard about putting a rope around someone's neck and pulling a lever.
" That's not what I meant Rachel, I meant, would you be able to take
someone's life and still be able to sleep at night ?
It was a good question and it made Rachel think. " Gee Sally, now
that you mention it. I'm sure it won't be easy at first but yes, I
think I can do it".After her conversation with Sally Rachel sat back silently in her
comfortable TV chair. Sally's question was still on her mind, " do
you think you can take someone's life and still sleep at night ?".
Convinced however that this was the challenging career that was
meant for her she went for her interview with the prison officials
and after some discussion it was decided that the Prison would
engage the services of a HANGWOMAN rather than a Hangman. This was
to be a first and some of the officials felt that a woman
executioner would reduce the trauma for a man being led to the
gallows .
Rachel was told she had 3 weeks to learn the ropes so to speak and
then report for her first assignment. 38 year old Carl Baxter who
was convicted of killing a clerk in a botched up robbery attempt
would be the Hangwoman's first date on the gallows.
During the next 3 weeks Rachel learned as much as she could about
human anatomy etc. She also learned how to make a proper hangman's
noose and how to tie a prisoner’s hands. During those 3 weeks she
psyched herself out for when the time came. Sally's question was
constantly on her mind.
Finally one morning after she woke up she received a call from the
warden. " Hello Rachel, this is warden Baker, how are you this
morning ?. " Oh I'm just fine warden". " Well Rachel, I suppose you
know that Carl Baxter is to be executed day after tomorrow". " Yes
warden I do, and I am ready for it". After a brief conversation
with the warden Rachel showered and headed for the prison to meet
with Baxter. She would need to weigh and measure him then do
everything that needed to be done on the gallows such as preparing
the noose and inspecting the trap mechanism etc. She had been taught
that as an executioner she was not to rely on others doing that
aspect of the job.
When she arrived at the prison she took a deep breath and walked
towards the main gate not entirely sure if she was doing the right
thing. As she approached the prison gate Rachel could not help but think
about the man whose neck she would be putting a noose around in
about 24 hours. She knew that had had to be scared out of his wits
and would probably put up a struggle. After she was buzzed in
through the main gate she went back to the warden's office and
reported in." The warden was delighted to see her and greeted her
warmly. " Rachel my dear, so nice to see you again, did you sleep
well ?". Rachel's first thought was Sally's remark who asked her if
she would be able to sleep after taking someone's life. " Yes warden
I did, thank you for asking". The warden handed her a file with all
the information about the prisoner. Rachel glanced at it quickly
then asked to be shown to his cell. The warden buzzed for a guard
and before long a shapely 27 year old blonde named Michelle entered
his office. " Michelle this is Rachel, our new executioner, kindly
escort her to her subject's cell. Rachel thanked the warden and
followed Michelle out and toward death row. As the two strolled down
the gray prison corridors neither spoke a word to the other. Rachel
got the feeling that Michelle didn't approve of her and felt it best
to remain silent. As they arrived at prisoner 3338's cell Michelle
opened the door and ordered him to stand and place his hands behind
his back. For a moment he stared at the attractive Hangwoman not
quite sure what to make of her. Michelle repeated the order only
this time in a sterner voice. After he turned she snapped a pair of
shinny handcuffs on him and finally spoke to Rachel." Okay, he's all
yours, I guess you will want to take him down the hall to weigh and
measure him before you kill him right ? Rachel didn't appreciate the
tone of voice and replied. " Listen, my job is to execute him, I'm
not a killer, okay?". Michelle didn't respond other than to say, "
take your prisoner and follow me". Rachel took prisoner 3338 by the
arm and led him out of his cell. Being a woman she had naturally
worn perfume and the man whom she was taking down the hall with her
could not help but notice. " You sure smell good for a hangwoman Miss.
Rachel smiled and said, " thanks, now just do as I say and we'll be
fine, okay"?".The stroll to the adjoining room where Rachel would weigh and
measure her subject took less than 2 minutes. Michelle opened the
door and motioned Rachel and her handcuffed prisoner inside.
Michelle shut the door behind them and in her cold voice said. " I'm
sure everything you need is here". Rachel nodded and told herself, "
how does this bitch know what I need anyway?" Rachel then motioned
Carl Baxter to step onto the scale. He's 6.ft body tipped the scales
at 198 pounds. As she made notes Michelle could not help but make a
cynical comment. " I suppose you have to know exactly what he weighs
etc. don't you ?, I mean otherwise his neck might not snap and he'd
be left to dangle at the end of that rope till he chokes to death
right ? ". Rachel knew that Michelle's comment would upset Baxter
who was already feeling nervous about what was to become him. She
felt like telling the bitch off but instead decided not to get into
anything in front of her prisoner. " yes it's important, after all,
we don't want to cause any unneeded suffering". It was clear to
Rachel that Michelle didn't like her but she really didn't give a
damn about that. This was her first execution and she needed to
focus on doing a good job. After she was done Rachel smiled at
baxter and said," Okay hon, we can take you back now". Baxter's face
lit up like a Xmas tree. He felt comfortable around his executioner
and the fact that she called him hon put him more at ease. As Rachel
waled him back to his cell followed by Michelle she got the feeling
that another cynical comment was about to come and so it proved. As
Michelle removed the cuffs from Baxter's wrists she said, " the
execution chamber is that way,I guess you'll want to go adjust the
rope now, or try to anyway". Rachel bit her tongue until Baxter was
locked back in his cell then asked to speak to Michelle outside. The
two exited the corridor and Michelle shut the heavy steel door
behind them. Once out Rachel tore into the cynical guard with a
fury. " Listen you fucking bitch, I don't need this shit and
neither does he, so from now on either you keep that dumb trap of
yours shut or I'll get your ass canned outta here. you got that ?'
If eyes could kill Rachel would have been history. Michelle however
knew that the executioner was in charge and that she had best not
push her luck. Rachel then went in the adjoining room where she gets
her first look of the gallows with the rope already in place. As she
stares at the menacing gallows Sally's words again came to mind. The
sight of the structure gives her a bit of a fright and she
immediately thinks about Carl Baxter and how he will feel when he
sees it the next morning when she leads him to it. What must go
through a person's mind she wonders when he walks up those steps to
his death. How will she feel when he looks her in the eye as she
puts the rope around his neck. Maybe she will feel like a killer
after all rather than an executioner. She asks herself, " Is there a
difference?'With her notepad in hand Rachel ascended the steps up to the
gallows to make the necessary preperations for Carl Baxter's
execution. Although she had trained for this now that the time was
at hand it all seemed very eerie. The rope that was suspended from
the crossbeam had not yet been adjusted. It hung over a 4X4 foot
trap door that was rigged to spring open by the pulling of the lever
next to a small table in the corner.On the table sat a red telephone
that was connected directly to the governor's office. Next to the
phone lay a black hood and a pair of leather straps. According to
the specs. on her notepad The rope would have to be adjusted for a
seven foot drop.After making the necessary adjustments she took a
last look at the place where she would be taking a human life come
next morning and left. Without much ado She signed out at the main
gate and left without saying much to anyone . Damn she told herself,
this is really happening. That evening she had a couple of stiff
drinks and called her friend Sally. From the way the conversation
went Sally knew that Rachel was having second thoughts. " It
suddenly doesn't feel the same does it Rachel?' " No Sally it
doesn't. Today I met the man I'm going to hang and for the first
time the human element is there, I mean he's a man, not a subject as
they tend to refer to prisoners on death row". Sally tried to talk
her friend out of going through with it but Rachel knew she had
passed the point of no return. The two chatted a bit more and Rachel
went off to the shower and then to bed. The thought of seeing Carl
Baxter's face as it disappeared under the black hood stayed with her
till she fell asleep. The next morning her alarm clock jolted her
out of her sound sleep at 6.30. Within an hour the future Hangwoman
was up and away. Not quite sure how to dress for the occasion she
had worn a satin off white blouse over a tight above the knees
black skirt and a pair of 3 inch open toes high heels shoes.She painted her toes red the night before. Her shapely breasts
stuck out like a pair of grapefruits under the sheer thin blouse
which she hoped would take the condemned man's mind off of his
troubles at least for a while. When she arrived at the prison gate
the two guards stared at her with unbelieving eyes. " THIS is the
executioner" one asked the other. Normally Rachel is not unaware when men ogle her but on this
particular morning all she had on her mind was the job that lay
ahead. Thus she paid little attention to the guards
with a shapely figure and a set of boobs that would put Pamela
Anderson to shame.However Rachel’s beauty was in her perfect feet. She told herself that there just had to be more
to life for her than being a 9 to 5 secretary for a stuffy pot
bellied boss.
Rachel was not the best secretary in the world but her boss who
enjoyed immensely staring at her sexy feet every chance he got forgave her
for that. Still Rachel wanted a career for herself but could never
decide on what to do. One day she came across an article stating
that the prison upstate was looking to hire a new executioner. The
add read " Experienced Hangman wanted apply in writing" At first she
didn't pay much attention to it but then told herself" Hangman, why
not a Hangwoman ? She reasoned if a man could do such a job why
couldn't a woman. The ad offered good pay for what wasn't even a
full time job. She cut out the ad and read it some more over lunch.
By the time she got back to her desk she had decided to apply for
the position. She sent off a letter to the warden and asked for an
application.
Nearly 2 weeks had gone by before she received a reply and by that
time she had pretty well forgotten about it.
When the letter from the prison arrived along with an application
form Rachel was astounded. The fact that the prison had answered and
sent her the forms suddenly made her realize that she might have the
career she always wanted. That evening as she was filling out the
forms her friend Sally dropped by and asked her what she was up to.
When Rachel told her of her plans Sally nearly had a fit." Are you
out of your mind? you are applying for a job as an executioner,
Rachel that's not a job for a woman, that's a job for some fat ugly
slob with a big belly and a black hood to cover his gruesome face".
Rachel laughed at Sally's remarks. " Well Sally, if you were a guy
on death row who would you rather have coming for you, a fat slob
with a big belly or someone who looks like me ? Sally smiled and
said, " well, no doubt you would make his last moments more
pleasant, but my god Rachel, do you really think you can do this?'
" Well I can't see why not Sally, I mean after all, what can be so
hard about putting a rope around someone's neck and pulling a lever.
" That's not what I meant Rachel, I meant, would you be able to take
someone's life and still be able to sleep at night ?
It was a good question and it made Rachel think. " Gee Sally, now
that you mention it. I'm sure it won't be easy at first but yes, I
think I can do it".After her conversation with Sally Rachel sat back silently in her
comfortable TV chair. Sally's question was still on her mind, " do
you think you can take someone's life and still sleep at night ?".
Convinced however that this was the challenging career that was
meant for her she went for her interview with the prison officials
and after some discussion it was decided that the Prison would
engage the services of a HANGWOMAN rather than a Hangman. This was
to be a first and some of the officials felt that a woman
executioner would reduce the trauma for a man being led to the
gallows .
Rachel was told she had 3 weeks to learn the ropes so to speak and
then report for her first assignment. 38 year old Carl Baxter who
was convicted of killing a clerk in a botched up robbery attempt
would be the Hangwoman's first date on the gallows.
During the next 3 weeks Rachel learned as much as she could about
human anatomy etc. She also learned how to make a proper hangman's
noose and how to tie a prisoner’s hands. During those 3 weeks she
psyched herself out for when the time came. Sally's question was
constantly on her mind.
Finally one morning after she woke up she received a call from the
warden. " Hello Rachel, this is warden Baker, how are you this
morning ?. " Oh I'm just fine warden". " Well Rachel, I suppose you
know that Carl Baxter is to be executed day after tomorrow". " Yes
warden I do, and I am ready for it". After a brief conversation
with the warden Rachel showered and headed for the prison to meet
with Baxter. She would need to weigh and measure him then do
everything that needed to be done on the gallows such as preparing
the noose and inspecting the trap mechanism etc. She had been taught
that as an executioner she was not to rely on others doing that
aspect of the job.
When she arrived at the prison she took a deep breath and walked
towards the main gate not entirely sure if she was doing the right
thing. As she approached the prison gate Rachel could not help but think
about the man whose neck she would be putting a noose around in
about 24 hours. She knew that had had to be scared out of his wits
and would probably put up a struggle. After she was buzzed in
through the main gate she went back to the warden's office and
reported in." The warden was delighted to see her and greeted her
warmly. " Rachel my dear, so nice to see you again, did you sleep
well ?". Rachel's first thought was Sally's remark who asked her if
she would be able to sleep after taking someone's life. " Yes warden
I did, thank you for asking". The warden handed her a file with all
the information about the prisoner. Rachel glanced at it quickly
then asked to be shown to his cell. The warden buzzed for a guard
and before long a shapely 27 year old blonde named Michelle entered
his office. " Michelle this is Rachel, our new executioner, kindly
escort her to her subject's cell. Rachel thanked the warden and
followed Michelle out and toward death row. As the two strolled down
the gray prison corridors neither spoke a word to the other. Rachel
got the feeling that Michelle didn't approve of her and felt it best
to remain silent. As they arrived at prisoner 3338's cell Michelle
opened the door and ordered him to stand and place his hands behind
his back. For a moment he stared at the attractive Hangwoman not
quite sure what to make of her. Michelle repeated the order only
this time in a sterner voice. After he turned she snapped a pair of
shinny handcuffs on him and finally spoke to Rachel." Okay, he's all
yours, I guess you will want to take him down the hall to weigh and
measure him before you kill him right ? Rachel didn't appreciate the
tone of voice and replied. " Listen, my job is to execute him, I'm
not a killer, okay?". Michelle didn't respond other than to say, "
take your prisoner and follow me". Rachel took prisoner 3338 by the
arm and led him out of his cell. Being a woman she had naturally
worn perfume and the man whom she was taking down the hall with her
could not help but notice. " You sure smell good for a hangwoman Miss.
Rachel smiled and said, " thanks, now just do as I say and we'll be
fine, okay"?".The stroll to the adjoining room where Rachel would weigh and
measure her subject took less than 2 minutes. Michelle opened the
door and motioned Rachel and her handcuffed prisoner inside.
Michelle shut the door behind them and in her cold voice said. " I'm
sure everything you need is here". Rachel nodded and told herself, "
how does this bitch know what I need anyway?" Rachel then motioned
Carl Baxter to step onto the scale. He's 6.ft body tipped the scales
at 198 pounds. As she made notes Michelle could not help but make a
cynical comment. " I suppose you have to know exactly what he weighs
etc. don't you ?, I mean otherwise his neck might not snap and he'd
be left to dangle at the end of that rope till he chokes to death
right ? ". Rachel knew that Michelle's comment would upset Baxter
who was already feeling nervous about what was to become him. She
felt like telling the bitch off but instead decided not to get into
anything in front of her prisoner. " yes it's important, after all,
we don't want to cause any unneeded suffering". It was clear to
Rachel that Michelle didn't like her but she really didn't give a
damn about that. This was her first execution and she needed to
focus on doing a good job. After she was done Rachel smiled at
baxter and said," Okay hon, we can take you back now". Baxter's face
lit up like a Xmas tree. He felt comfortable around his executioner
and the fact that she called him hon put him more at ease. As Rachel
waled him back to his cell followed by Michelle she got the feeling
that another cynical comment was about to come and so it proved. As
Michelle removed the cuffs from Baxter's wrists she said, " the
execution chamber is that way,I guess you'll want to go adjust the
rope now, or try to anyway". Rachel bit her tongue until Baxter was
locked back in his cell then asked to speak to Michelle outside. The
two exited the corridor and Michelle shut the heavy steel door
behind them. Once out Rachel tore into the cynical guard with a
fury. " Listen you fucking bitch, I don't need this shit and
neither does he, so from now on either you keep that dumb trap of
yours shut or I'll get your ass canned outta here. you got that ?'
If eyes could kill Rachel would have been history. Michelle however
knew that the executioner was in charge and that she had best not
push her luck. Rachel then went in the adjoining room where she gets
her first look of the gallows with the rope already in place. As she
stares at the menacing gallows Sally's words again came to mind. The
sight of the structure gives her a bit of a fright and she
immediately thinks about Carl Baxter and how he will feel when he
sees it the next morning when she leads him to it. What must go
through a person's mind she wonders when he walks up those steps to
his death. How will she feel when he looks her in the eye as she
puts the rope around his neck. Maybe she will feel like a killer
after all rather than an executioner. She asks herself, " Is there a
difference?'With her notepad in hand Rachel ascended the steps up to the
gallows to make the necessary preperations for Carl Baxter's
execution. Although she had trained for this now that the time was
at hand it all seemed very eerie. The rope that was suspended from
the crossbeam had not yet been adjusted. It hung over a 4X4 foot
trap door that was rigged to spring open by the pulling of the lever
next to a small table in the corner.On the table sat a red telephone
that was connected directly to the governor's office. Next to the
phone lay a black hood and a pair of leather straps. According to
the specs. on her notepad The rope would have to be adjusted for a
seven foot drop.After making the necessary adjustments she took a
last look at the place where she would be taking a human life come
next morning and left. Without much ado She signed out at the main
gate and left without saying much to anyone . Damn she told herself,
this is really happening. That evening she had a couple of stiff
drinks and called her friend Sally. From the way the conversation
went Sally knew that Rachel was having second thoughts. " It
suddenly doesn't feel the same does it Rachel?' " No Sally it
doesn't. Today I met the man I'm going to hang and for the first
time the human element is there, I mean he's a man, not a subject as
they tend to refer to prisoners on death row". Sally tried to talk
her friend out of going through with it but Rachel knew she had
passed the point of no return. The two chatted a bit more and Rachel
went off to the shower and then to bed. The thought of seeing Carl
Baxter's face as it disappeared under the black hood stayed with her
till she fell asleep. The next morning her alarm clock jolted her
out of her sound sleep at 6.30. Within an hour the future Hangwoman
was up and away. Not quite sure how to dress for the occasion she
had worn a satin off white blouse over a tight above the knees
black skirt and a pair of 3 inch open toes high heels shoes.She painted her toes red the night before. Her shapely breasts
stuck out like a pair of grapefruits under the sheer thin blouse
which she hoped would take the condemned man's mind off of his
troubles at least for a while. When she arrived at the prison gate
the two guards stared at her with unbelieving eyes. " THIS is the
executioner" one asked the other. Normally Rachel is not unaware when men ogle her but on this
particular morning all she had on her mind was the job that lay
ahead. Thus she paid little attention to the guards