Sophie sipped her morning coffee as she walked briskly down the hall to Cell 8 on death row.
Today was her first day as an executioner at JG Felton Juvenile Detention Center, and she felt jittery. Granted, there was only one prisoner on her assignment list, so it wouldn't be too hectic, but she knew she would have eyes judging her performance. Two guards stood outside Cell 8. They exchanged pleasantries, and one of them held her coffee as she unlocked the door and entered the cell.

Arthur Osbourne, a taciturn young bank robber was sitting on his bunk, dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck.

"Mr. Osbourne? My name is Sophie, I'll be in charge of you today."
The boy nodded, and stood up. He presented his wrists, and she quickly placed cuffs over them. The executioner grabbed hold of his arm and led him out into the hallway, flanked by the two guards.

The boy was quiet as they walked down to the death chamber, presenting no sign of fear or anger. Sophie sighed in relief. An easy first assignment, how lucky. She had heard some real horror stories in training, of girls getting real troublemakers, some of them even losing control and needing security team assistance.

The entourage rounded a corner and came upon the end of the hallway. A guard stood by the door to the chamber, a rifle in hand. He nodded to the two guards, and looked at her with a small smile. "First day?" he asked, as he reached for his scanner.

"Yep, only one prisoner today".

The guard at the chamber entrance scanned her ID card and unlocked the door with a friendly nod. She stepped into the chamber, followed by Arthur and immediately felt the cold blast of the air conditioning.

The chamber was a simple affair. Unfurnished concrete, strips of flourescent tube lights casting a cold even glow, and a single pole in the middle, embedded into the floor. Multiple high definition video cameras were arrayed around the pole, for recording. The pole itself had a seat, and a motorized garrote mechanism. A drainage cap under the seat implied that executions were often messy. She grimaced, the idea of cleaning up bodily fluids was not appealing to her.

She turned and beckoned Arthur over. He slowly shuffled towards the pole.

"Please sit on the stool, Mr. Osbourne".

The boy gingerly placed his rear on the seat. Sophie quickly pulled the restraints over his thighs, and around his waist, cinching them tight. The garrote itself was a loop of rope attached to an electric motor. It was currently inactive, and thus the rope was at its most extended. She pulled the loop over Arthurs head, and manually tightened it until it touched the boy's throat.

As she worked, it was hard for her not to notice how calm Arthur was. Sophie had expected there would be some sign of fear, or anxiety, or anger but Arthur remained stone faced and cooperative. There was, she admitted to herself, something arousing about a handsome young boy submitting to her orders, even as it hastened his death.

The clock ticked over to 10:45AM.

"Do you have any last requests?" Sophie asked.

Arthur looked at her.

"Water", he said.

Sophie went over to a minifridge by the work station and grabbed a water bottle.
She unscrewed the cap and lifted it to Arthur's lips, watching his adams apple bob as he drank deeply.
As she pulled the bottle away, water splashed onto his lap, staining his jeans. Mumbling an apology, Sophie grabbed a napkin, knelt and began to sponge away the spill, only to feel a rising stiffness in his pants. She looked up and saw his face redden.

An awkward silence filled the air.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Osbourne?"
Arthur shook his head.
"Ah".
She rubbed the straining tent with her finger, and felt his erection underneath his jeans twitch.
The woman stood up and walked around behind his back, leaned forward, placed her hand on his chest and whispered in his ear.
"Are you a...virgin?"
He nodded.

Slowly, she undid his zipper, and slipped her hand under his white cotton briefs, grasping his penis.
Methodically, Sophie began to jerk him off, Arthur gasped in pleasure.
Within a minute, he lost control and came inside his jeans, grunting as thick strings of jizz shot down his pants leg and covered Sophie's hand. He exhaled shakily, sweat beading his forehead.

The executioner pulled her hand out and looked at the off-white beads of cum staining her slender fingers. The last orgasm young Arthur would experience.

She looked up at the clock. It was 11:00AM.
The activation button was located on a terminal behind the garrote pole. Sophie pressed it, and the electric motor whirred to life, slowly tightening the rope around Arthur's slender neck. The boy, still dazed from Sophie's handjob, gagged as the rope pulled his neck back against the pole. He squirmed, his cuffed hands scrabbling at the loop as it inexorably pulled back, tighter and tighter.

In fascination, she watched as his face went red, then blue. His teeth clenched tight, drool and tears flowing down his chin. She watched as his chest rose, and his legs shuddered. The garrote loop tightened further still, drawing blood as the rope cut open his skin, causing a thin moan of pain from deep within the struggling boy. His lips were now fully blue, and his hands dropped down to his lap. Slowly, Arthur's body slumped forward, his chin resting on his chest. A final raspy gurgle came from his throat as he expired.

The garrote automatically shut off, and the loop relaxed, letting Arthur's head free to tilt to the side.

Sophie opened a drawer in her workdesk and retrieved a stethoscope and a penlight. The executioner made her way over to the body, pulled up Arthur's sweater and placed the stethoscope against his still chest. She heard nothing. Twisting the penlight switch, she pried open an eyelid and shone the light into his pupil. No reaction.

She undid his restraints, and the body fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Sophie pulled his sweater off over his head, and tossed it to the side. She grasped the legs and pulled the jeans off. His left thigh was still sticky with cum, and she noticed he had emptied his bladder as well, his briefs now stained yellow, and soaking wet. This too, she removed, and tossed to the pile of clothes.

Arthur's body was still warm and limp, although pallor mortis had already started to take place. She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures.

Sophie placed her phone down on the workdesk, sat down in the chair and opened up the laptop. With a few taps, she was in the prison network and filled out the electronic prisoner file.

Prisoner #567-90
Arthur Osbourne
Age: 14
A portrait photo of a serious faced boy, dark hair cut short.
She transferred her photos of his corpse to the file, and placed it next to his portrait.
Crime: Robbery, Assault with a deadly weapon, 2nd degree murder.
Sentence: Garrote.
Carried out on 07/12/34 at 11:30AM.