Tom

Tom sat on the bunk in his cell, staring at the cracks in the bare concrete floor. It was the morning of the 7th of October, the last Sunday morning he would ever experience. He had turned 13 yesterday, and in a cruel stunt the prison guards had decided to give him a birthday cake with a noose drawn in icing as his final meal.

His cake lay beside him, a couple bites halfheartedly taken out of it. The ticking of the clock seemed to match the rythmic thumping of his young heart. He took a swig from a plastic bottle of water and tapped his foot nervously.

It was 30 minutes before noon. Footsteps echoed down the hall outside, getting nearer and nearer before coming to a stop outside his cell door. Tom froze, not daring to look out towards the door.

A rough voice told him to stand up.
Tom slowly rose, his back to the door.
The voice told him to get undressed. Tom paused, unsure of what he had just heard. The voice repeated the demand, and Tom slipped off his jumpsuit. He heard the cell door open, and turned around.

To his surprise, he was face-to-face with an tall, attractive young woman dressed in a white coat, flanked by one of the guards. "I'm Dr. Serena Turner, I'll be your medical examiner today", she chirped cheerfully. Due to her height, Tom couldn't help but look directly at her chest. Her breasts strained at the material. He blushed, and looked up at her face.

Dr. Turner looked rather amused. "Looks like your little buddy is getting excited", she observed dryly. Tom hurriedly covered his budding erection with both hands. Despite his situation, Tom was just like any other healthy adolescent boy. His blush deepened, and Dr. Turner sighed. She walked over and grabbed Tom's hands. Before he could react, she bent over and kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue pushed through his lips and began exploring his mouth.

Tom widened his eyes, but he didn't resist. Serena's slender hands wandered down his chest and began groping his fully erect cock. Merle the guard just rolled his eyes. "Hey doc, there's no time for your games. We have a schedule to keep to!" he barked. "Alright alright, you damn party pooper" she pouted, and disengaged from Tom.

The boy looked sadly at her, his big blue puppy dog eyes pleading with her to finish what she had started. "Sorry kiddo, I'm not even supposed to get into the cell with you", Dr. Turner exhaled in regret "It's a real shame you're gonna be swinging from a noose in 5 minutes, you're pretty cute."

The mention of the noose brought Tom back to reality like a bucket of cold water. His penis went limp. He slumped back down on the bunk. She ruffled his hair, and with a flourish, signed the sheet of paper authorizing his execution. "The kid is fit and healthy, no sign of illness or injury" she remarked to Merle. "I could tell", Merle retorted. He entered the cell and bluntly told Tom to put his jumpsuit back on. Tom obediently got dressed again, and Merle slapped a pair of cuffs on the boy's wrists.

The rest of the gang were cuffed in the transfer room when Merle brought Tom in. He couldn't look any of them in the face. Merle shouted something at a thin looking man in a suit. The man laughed and said something back, but Tom heard nothing. The beating in his heart, the ticking of the clock, the tranquilizer injected into his cake, and the general fear of dying began to overwhelm him. He felt woozy, and stumbled a bit. Merle jabbed him in the ribs with his truncheon.

The thin man was joined by a mature looking woman holding a camera. She observed the convicts with a practiced neutrality.
The next few minutes were a blur to Tom as they were herded to the final room. He felt a blast of cool air wash over him as their executioner prodded them in. Then he saw the gallows and stopped in his tracks. The rest of his friends stopped as well. They silently looked at the instrument of their demise, mouths parted, eyes widening. The executioner prodded them again, and they resumed their final walk.

Tom ascended the stairway, his mind blank. His heart pounded, and his skin shone with sweat under the harsh glare of the lights. He focused attention on each individual step up the stairs. Then there were no more steps.

He looked up again, and saw his noose. His mouth was suddenly dry as the desert. He stepped forward until his feet lay over a large white X painted on the trapdoor. The rest of his gang followed his act, each standing on their own trapdoor. The executioner followed closely behind. Tom could feel the executioner behind him. The man stepped in front of Tom, and slipped the noose over Tom's head, gracefully tightening it with one practiced motion. "W-wait, please don't do this, I don't want this!", Tom's voice cracked.
The man moved on to Tom's friends, leaving Tom alone for his final thoughts.

The photographer lady walked up the steps, and began snapping photos of the other kids. She was attractive in a quiet, nerdy sort of way, and he tried to distract himself by imagining her curvacious body naked and embracing him. He felt tears well up as he realized that he would never lose his virginity.

Funny how that would be the one thing he regretted. It was Nate and Luca who had the bright idea to "have some fun" with the girl the gang had robbed. Tom, being the youngest boy, never got anywhere near. Now he never would know that pleasure.

His thoughts were broken by the sudden embrace of the photographer. Her large, soft breasts pressed against his chest, and he felt his cock begin to rise again. She looked up at him, her dark eyes drilling into Tom. "You remind me of my little brother", she whispered. Their eyes locked together, and she smiled. Tom blinked away the tears, and gave a shaky little smile back. She slowly walked backwards, and pulled out her camera. With a snap, her job was done, and she walked back down the stairs.

The executioner pulled out a remote, and looked at the clock on the wall. Tom closed his eyes. He began to imagine both Dr. Turner and the photographer hugging and embracing him, their soft feminine warmth covering his body. He had a hard-on, and he desperately wished there was something to rub it on.

The executioner began to count down and Tom clenched his fists and grit his teeth.

The executioner reached the end of his countdown and pressed the remote. The trapdoors opened. Tom felt weightless for half a second. A million memories, scents and shapes ran through his mind in that brief time. Images of violence and terror, some that was inflicted on him, others that he had inflicted. 13 short years of existence was played back at lightning speed.

Suddenly he saw white. Stars burst and lightning coursed through his eyes. Then everything went pitch black. No more sensations, no more sounds, no more sights. A faint memory of a maternal scent floated through his dying brain. Soon, even that disappeared.


Dr. Turner ran her hand over the chest of Tom's corpse. It was still warm. There was no heartbeat, and she dutifully checked his name off. She furtively looked around. Charlie and the photo lady had gone out to take a smoke break. The cameras were turned off. Serena smiled, and pulled the zipper down on the jumpsuit. Tom's penis popped out, stiff and covered in cum. "Kiddo, you've got a bad case of angel lust" she murmured to herself, and giggled. She heard a door open outside and she hurriedly stuffed the dead boy's erection back in his jumpsuit. She swiftly zipped the suit up just as Charlie opened the door to the execution chamber.

She would get to have her fun with the bodies when the prison transferred them to the school morgue.