Lilly and the Needle

At 8:00AM on the 21st of October, Bill inserted his keycard into the cell door slot, and heard the subtle click of the lock releasing. He pushed it open and entered the spartan room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Lilly, the prisoner. His pulse quickened.

The 11 year old was sitting on her bed, wearing nothing but a ratty, oversized shirt. The sight took his breath away. She was beautiful, as always, but the circumstances of his visit that morning made her even more ethereal and angelic, in a melancholic way.

"Hi Bill", she purred, her blonde tresses falling over her slender shoulders. The young girl slowly raised a hand and pulled her t-shirt down at the hem, exposing her pale right breast. Her tiny pink nipple flashed, beckoning the prison guard closer.

His mouth was dry as he slowly approached the girl. Bill sat down next to Lilly, his rear sinking into the mattress, the springs squeaking in protest. He watched as Lilly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect penis. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes, lips curled into a smile. Her soft hands wrapped around his dick and slowly began to jerk him off.

Very quickly, Bill's cock hardened, springing up into a full length of 6 inches. As pre-cum beaded on the tip of his dick, Lilly swiftly leaned over and took him into her mouth. Billy gasped as the 11 year old girl sucked, her tongue expertly rubbing and licking the shaft and bulbous head. As her head bobbed up and down, she closed her eyes and brushed an errant strand of hair away from her face. Bill reached his limit and came, hard. Hot jizz spurted from his pulsating penis deep into Lilly's mouth and throat.

The girl pushed herself away, gagging and coughing, strings of cum dripping from her lips. She wiped her mouth with the bedsheet as Bill sighed and laid down beside her. The two sat on the bed, silent and content. A minute passed before Lilly sat upright and looked over at Bill.

"It's today, isn't it?", she said, her voice trying to be neutral, but failing. Bill opened his eyes and looked up at Lilly. "Yeah", he mumbled.

Regret tinged his reply. Lilly hadn't even started her life before awful circumstances and bad luck had lead to her incarceration and death sentence at the tender age of 8. There were three years of appeals and courtroom battles, but Lilly and her lawyers were unable to get a reduced sentence. Bill had met Lilly a year ago, when the courts rejected her final appeal and moved her onto death row. He was her principal caretaker, and their relationship quickly grew into something akin to father and daughter.

That relationship changed last month, when the date for Lilly's execution was set in stone. Bill had been the one to give the news to her, and the memory of that event was seared into his brain. The way Lilly's usual excitement at seeing him crumbling away into despair as he told her with a heavy heart the exact time and date that her short life was going to end, that had broken his heart.

Perhaps that was the reason why she had suddenly started acting so sexual towards him. Bill knew that Lilly was starting to go through puberty, had even lent her some books on the subject, but the sudden brazenness of her flirting was still shocking to the older man. At first, he resisted. But she was persistent.

The sensation of warm skin resting on his pelvis broke Bill's reverie. Lilly was straddling him, her hands stroking his cock once more. Bill's dick leapt to the challenge, stiffening once more. Her oval face flushed, Lilly carefully guided the engorged cock. Bill placed his hands on her slim thighs and pulled down. Lilly grunted in pain as his thick girth pierced through her hymen, blood dripping down his shaft. "Want me to stop?", Bill asked, concerned. "N-no, I'm okay", the girl answered, biting her lower lip. His cock still fully enveloped by her cunt, she embraced Bill in her arms, laying her head on his shoulder, breathing in his paternal musk.

Bill rolled over, reversing their positions. He shifted his hands from Lilly's thighs to her waist and started pumping, his hips and dick going in and out. For Lilly, the experience changed from that of pain to pleasure fairly quick. Inexperienced freshly deflowered maiden she was, Lilly orgasmed after only 3 minutes.

Her tight pussy clamped down on Bill's penis, massaging it as he came once more, this time sending baby batter deep into Lilly's womb. With a squelch, Bill pulled out of Lilly, cum flowing out of her vagina. Now both were truly spent.

An alarm on his wristwatch beeped. Bill opened his eyes groggily and took a glance. It was 4:30PM. He rubbed his eyes and looked over. Lilly was softly snoring beside him. Her face was serene. How someone could sleep so soundly on the day of their death truly amazed him.

Bill pulled on his uniform and crept out of the cell, closing the door behind him. The sentence was set for 8:25PM, leaving Lilly enough time for a last meal and a shower. He went to the prison cafeteria and bought some burgers and soft drinks, and made his way back to the cell.

Balancing the food in his arms, he keyed open the door and slipped in. "Psst, hey. Dinner time, sleepyhead", he whispered in her ear. She yawned, and slowly opened her eyes. "Burgers?", she said, bemused. There was a low growl, and she looked down at her stomach. Bill chuckled, earning him a playful punch in the arm from the embarrassed girl. They ate together for the last time, watching old movies from the CRT TV bolted to the wall of the cell.

The last few hours passed seemingly in minutes.

Bill's watch clicked over to 7:45PM. "Let's go take a shower", he suggested gently. Lilly didn't respond. "Hey, what-", he stopped. He knew what the matter was. Lilly turned and looked up at him. Her eyes were red, tears dripping down her cheeks. "I'm scared", she said, quavering. Her head bowed. "I'm so, so scared. I don't want to do this." Sobs wracked her small, slim body. Bill just wrapped her in a bear hug, his hand ruffling her blonde head reassuringly. "Shhhhh, shhhhh", he soothed.
He could feel the girl crying quietly into his uniform, hot tears, saliva and snot soaking into the fabric, making it cling to his skin.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up". He rose, carrying Lilly in a princess hold. Prison regulations demanded that all death row prisoners were to be restrained by the legs and arms when being transported around the complex, but he ignored that. The regs also frowned upon having sex with the prisoners, which showed just how much he followed them, or how much the prison cared.

The prison showers were abandoned in the evening. Lilly, having recovered her dignity somewhat, extended her legs as Bill let her down. She slipped off the shirt and bike shorts, nude once more. Bill shut the door. He figured she deserved her last shower alone, in private.

10 minutes passed. Then, the door opened. Steam wafted out as Lilly exited, her skin and hair damp. The girl had regained her composure, and meekly followed Bill as they walked down the hall towards the death chamber. Bill stopped in front of the door and turned around to face Lilly. "Can you give me your hands?", he asked. She raised her arms, and Bill took out a ziptie and secured her wrists together. He looked apologetic.

They entered the final room. It was white, well lit, clean and clinical. A single gurney took up the center of the room. Two people in medicinal garb stood by, along with a table topped with jars and needles. Lilly stopped. Her heart twisted in fear. This was it, there was no way out of here alive. Bill pushed her forward, and she slowly shuffled towards the gurney. The prison guard lifted her off the floor and placed her on the gurney, strapping her in tight. Lilly looked towards Bill. He looked sad. She turned her head and looked at the doctor and his assistant. Their faces and bodies were hidden by bulky masks and clothes, genderless avatars of death.

Lilly's eyes locked onto the needle filling up with a clear liquid. The doctor came close and placed the needle against her arm. "E-aaagh", she squeaked, the pin prick of the needle injecting the fluid into her. A few seconds passed, and she felt drowsy. No, no no no no no. Her eyelids felt heavy. Lilly fought with all her willpower and strength, her heart racing like a rabbit being cornered by wolves. Once her eyelids shut, she knew there would be nothing more.

The doctor watched as the girl drifted off into sleep. He turned, dropped the used needle into a waste basket, and took the other needle from his assistant. This one was filled with a pale green liquid. He stuck it into Lilly's arm, near the same spot where he had injected the girl with a sedative. He muttered a prayer for the kid, and injected the lethal dose of poison into her.

Bill watched as the needle filled Lilly's veins with poison. She stirred, her flat chest rising and falling with each unconscious breath. Then, a deep, guttural snore blew from her. Her muscles contracted and went rigid, hands and feet flexing. Her mouth parted, and her final breath blew out with a sigh. The girl relaxed and slumped back, her chest going still. Her head lolled over at an angle. A trickle of blood oozed from her pert button nose.

The two medical personnel checked her vital signs, pressing fingers and thumbs against arteries, prying open her eyelids to shine flashlights into her dull pupils, sensor pads being pressed against her chest and forehead to measure EKG and brain activity. All came up negative for signs of life. It was official, then. Bill dully plodded over to the corpse. Only a few short minutes ago, she as full of life, beating heart and thinking brain, hot blood coursing around her organs. Now, she was nothing. A sack of meat, destined for a dissection class at the local college. The guard muttered a short prayer, undid the restraints and lifted her limp body up. It was still warm, flexible, and damp from the shower. As Bill hefted Lilly up, he noticed the distinct smell of piss and shit. Quickly He placed the corpse into a waiting body bag and rolled it over. Her asscrack was smeared with feces, and her inner thighs moist with urine. He wrinkled his nose as the smell drifted up past his nose. Quickly, he zipped it up.