Melanie's Execution

Officer Martin Velasquez cleared his throat.
"Miss, its almost time."

The woman looked up from her book.
She let out a nervous laugh.
"Ah, already? I was just getting into the story". She neatly placed the book down on her bunk and rose to her feet. Velasquez unlocked the cell door and opened it up. The prisoner slowly walked out, leaving a faint note of lavender as she presented herself to him. As the corrections officer cuffed her hands behind her back, he took the time to give her a look over. She really was a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was curvaceous. Her breasts seemed to strain her prison jumpsuit and her hips and waist formed an attractive coke bottle shape. Melanie's brunette hair was lustrous and glossy, although the prison had given her a not particularly glamorous pixie cut. A large firm ass rounded out the package.

"Okay, miss. Follow me", the correctional officer said. He grabbed her shoulder and firmly walked her towards the execution chamber. Melanie was silent during her last walk. Each step took her closer to her death. The woman smiled as she thought about her kills. She savored the memory of her terrified young victims crying for their mothers, the gasps they made as her blade carved through their young flesh, and the taste of their blood, cum, and sweat. Oh how they screamed as they died in agony. Melanie felt a warm dampness grow in between her legs, and blushed. Velasquez looked over and saw her smile. "Evil bitch", he thought with a grimace.

They arrived at the chamber. Two other guards flanked the entrance, and Officer Velasquez gave his ID and convict info sheet to the one on the left.
"Good morning Joe, Frank", Velasquez greeted the guards, "Fine day isn't it?" "Sure is" the rightmost guard agreed. Melanie caught the guards staring at her, and looked down at her feet. "It's a shame to waste such a fine body, isn't it Martin?" Frank said to Velasquez. "You're a damn pervert, Frank. But you know the regs. You can have your fun once she's dead", Velasquez grumbled.

The officer pushed Melanie into the chamber. The woman shivered as cool air brushed over her skin. In the center of the otherwise bare chamber was a simple wooden chopping block. A large ax was laid on the floor next to it. Its edge shone brightly.
"We sharpened it yesterday. It should cut through your neck on the very first strike." Velasquez told Melanie as he gently pushed her to her knees. "Now, just lay your head on the block and try to relax."
Melanie stiffly obeyed, her heart racing at a million miles a minute. She flexed her hands, fear rising in her breast. Her earlier cool sense of detachment was beginning to unravel. The cold air of the chamber traveled across her sweat-slickened skin, causing her to shiver.

Velasquez picked up the axe. He hefted it and gave it a few swings to gain a feel for its weight and center of balance. Satisfied with his tool, he carefully placed the blade on the nape of Melanie's neck. The woman took a deep breath in, and exhaled.
She closed her eyes as Velasquez raised the axe up high. All she heard in her final seconds was the whistle of the axe head slicing through air. Then her neck erupted in agony. Her eyes shot wide open and she tried to scream in pain. The world spun around in a dizzying blur of lights. No sound came from her mouth. Melanie found herself deeply confused for a moment, before remembering the reason why. She closed her eyes for the last time, wishing for the noise to go away.

It did.

Officer Velasquez brought the axe down with a precise swing, neatly separated Melanie's head from her neck. The head tumbled off the block and rolled for a few feet before coming to a stop. The now headless body spasmed and twitched as twin fountains of blood squirted from the neck stump. A damp spot appeared on the crotch of the jumpsuit as Melanie's muscles relaxed and released the contents of her bladder. The corpse fell on its side, its legs still jerking.