Arthur Hates Needles, Part 2

Soon, Arthur and his entourage came across a door marked "Medical Bay". As one of the guards opened the door, a faint whiff of formaldehyde could be smelt emanating from the room. Warden Broussard placed a hand on Arthur's slender shoulder and gently pushed him in, the two guards following close behind. Arthur looked around the room, and shivered as he saw the corpse of a young girl lying on an examination table, her flat chest opened up and her internal organs laid out beside her in a neat row. Her face was serene, marred only by the rope marks around her pale neck. That would be him very soon, he thought to himself, a pang of fear washing over him

The Warden brought the boy over to an unoccupied table. "Get onto the table and lay down", she told him firmly. Arthur complied, lifting his butt and sitting down on the edge of the table, then swinging his legs over and laying his head back. The cold metal surface stung his bare skin, but he endured it. The two guards came around and pulled restraints over his legs, chest, arms, and neck. He was completely immobilized, and at the full mercy of the Warden now. She dismissed the guards with a wave of her arm and turned back to Arthur with a terrible gleam in her eyes. "Let's have a look, shall we", she said, slipping her hands into a pair of latex gloves.

Arthur grimaced as she pulled down his prison issued grey boxer briefs, revealing his flaccid penis. The Wardens gloved hands gently pulled at the cock, tugging the foreskin down and revealing the pinkish grey head. She began to softly jerk Arthur's dick up and down. He gasped as her efforts increased in frequency, his pubescent body responding to the Warden's ministrations. Sure enough, Arthur's dick grew tall and proud, pulsing and turgid with blood. Warden Broussard licked her lips, angled the boy's cock, and placed the head in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the shaft. Closing her eyes, she slowly pushed down until her nose bounced against his still hairless crotch. She pulled her head back up, sucking and polishing the boy's dick until she felt him tense up. He grunted, his penis twitching as it ejaculated months of built up semen into the Warden's throat and mouth. With a wet pop, she disengaged from the penis, her tongue licking the jizz off her lips. The boy laid his head back, sweaty and dazed. That was his first blowjob, and it was the most erotic thing he had experienced in his short life.

The Warden glanced at her wristwatch, and pouted. "Ah shoot, we're outta time", she said, disappointed. She pulled Arthur's boxer briefs up, covering his now limp penis, and called the guards in. "Now usually, I'd take you to the execution room and use the fancy set up we have there, but its out of commission this week", she told Arthur. For a moment, he felt hope that they would call his execution off for a week. The Warden's next words dashed that hope to pieces. "Luckily, the pharmaceutical company this prison deals with has sent us a portable lethal injection kit to test out", Broussard continued as one of the guards handed her a small white case. She flipped the lid open and took out a hypodermic needle filled with a clear liquid. Arthur's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she placed the needle against his arm, the tip raised just above one of his veins. "W-what is that?", the boy asked, his throat suddenly very dry. "Sodium thiopental, its a very fast acting drug, and lethal in the dose I'll be giving you", Warden Broussard answered, her hands steadily lowering the needle into Arthur's skin.

The boy winced as he felt the sharp prick of the needle entering his arm. He opened one eye and watched in horrified fascination as the Warden slowly plunged the entirety of the liquid into his veins. She pulled the needle out and placed it into a biohazard waste bin at the side of the table. "I don't feel any-anything", Arthur squeaked, his heart pounding in fear. "You shouldn't", she answered. The Warden looked up at the clock mounted on the wall, then at her wrist watch. "So, in about 5 seconds the drug should knock you out", she said absentmindedly. The Warden looked up, and saw Arthur's head nod forward, his eyes closed. She waited a couple seconds more, then placed a finger on his neck, feeling for a pulse. There was none. She reached into her vest pocket and retrieved a small flashlight. With her thumb, she pulled Arthur's left eyelid up, shining her flashlight into his pupil. His eye didn't react. The Warden gently closed his eyelid and put her flashlight away. She laid one hand on his chest, his body still hot and sweaty to the touch. Slowly, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, her tongue slipping into his mouth and savoring the taste of his saliva and the sensation of warm wetness. The two guards looked at each other uncomfortably, and headed back out the door. They knew their presence would not be welcome by the boss, not at this moment.