Body Processing 2

Jackson rolled the cart towards the execution chamber. He pushed the cart through the swinging doors and entered the room.
He took a brief glance at the schedule sheet, and sighed. Three females beheaded this morning. Their bodies were neatly lined up in the center of the room, arms and legs tucked in. Their heads were nowhere to be seen.

Jackson walked forward, knelt down, and picked up the first corpse. This one looked quite young, with chocolate colored skin, a flat chest, slim waist, slender legs and arms, and completely bald pubic mound. The body was still quite warm and loose. Rigor mortis hadn't set in yet. He lifted the corpse up, and dumped her carelessly onto the cart. Blood trickled from the young girl's neck stump.

Jackson turned back, knelt again, and picked up the second body.
This one was older, and as Jackson grunted in exertion, quite heavier. Her large breasts sagged as Jackson lifted her. He squeezed her warm and soft flesh. He leaned his face forward and took a good sniff. The scent of lavender perfume, sweat, and blood filled his nose. Jackson dumped the corpse next to the little girl. The woman's legs parted, revealing a curly black bush.

Jackson picked up the last corpse. This one looked like it belonged to a girl who liked sports. Brown skin, like the others, but with firmly defined abs, muscular arms and legs that looked like they could crush a watermelon in between them. Smaller breasts than the previous body, but still perky and firm. A small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair crowned her pussy. He swung the body over, and laid it down on top of the other two corpses. Jackson grabbed the handlebars and with a grunt, he wheeled the cart out of the room.

Carter looked up as Jackson pushed the cart into the morgue.
"Fresh batch for ya!", the man yelled. Carter nodded, and went to the desk to retrieve the scan gun. Jackson turned around and left without saying another word, which suited Carter just fine.
Carter picked the first body up and lifted it to the table.
He swiped the scanner over the ID code tattoo on the body's pelvis.
The ID came up.


Prisoner #6656989
Legal Name: Alicia Richardson
Age: 16
DoB: 8/13/2037
DoE: 2/7/2053
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Mixed race (Hispanic mother, white father)

The photo revealed a serious faced teen girl, dark brown eyes flashing with intelligence, her curly hair cut short.

He picked the headless corpse up and laid it down into a body bag, sealing it closed.
Carter turned to the next corpse and lifted it, grunting. This one was tall and curvy. He laid it down on the table and scanned the code.

Prisoner #6656990
Legal Name: Francesca Richardson
Age: 43
DoB: 9/5/2010
DoE: 2/7/2053
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Hispanic

The photo loaded, revealing a smiling MILF, her expression radiating with happiness. Curly brown locks cascaded down her face, obscuring one half.

Carter loaded Francesca into another body bag, zipped it shut and wiped his forehead. "Heavy bitch aren't ya?" he muttered. He turned and picked up the last body. Nice and light. He preferred handling the kids, they didn't weigh so much. Carter moved the girl's hands to her sides, and swiped the scan gun over her pelvis. With an electronic beep, the prison ID came up.

Prisoner #6656991
Legal Name: Susan Richardson
Age: 10
DoB: 2/6/2043
DoE: 2/7/2053
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Mixed race (Hispanic mother, white father)

Carter felt a pang of pity. The kid only turned 10 yesterday, and today she was dead. He quickly mouthed a prayer, and picked up her corpse. He laid it down into a body bag and zipped it up.

He wiped his hands on his jumpsuit, and began checking the paperwork. Only 2 more years of this, and he'd be free.