You could get a teen boy to do anything as long as you promised him a crumb of pussy, Elizabeth thought wryly to herself. The hangwoman smiled blandly as the two boys shuffled towards the awaiting nooses. The 25 year old woman had come wearing a very form hugging one piece suit, collar popped open and the first three buttons undone to reveal her cleavage.

She caught the two young prisoners eyeballing her chest.

Both had growing erections digging against their prison issued shorts.

Alan M. 13 years old, white male, 4'9"
Peter C. 14 years old, white male, 5'2"
Both sentenced to hang for armed robbery causing death.

She grabbed the first boy, Alan and made sure he was standing on top of the big red X. The noose was slipped over his brunette locks and tightened until the knot rested under his left ear. She whispered a gentle "thanks" in his ear, her hand slipping down his pants and giving his turgid penis a rub. He gasped, his lips parted.

Elizabeth repeated the procedure with the second, intentionally pressing her sizable bust against his back. Peter shivered, his pale face shiny with sweat.

The hangwoman walked around and looked back at her handiwork. It was textbook.

She keyed the release latch for the trapdoor, which dropped down instantly.

The two boys fell through, both shrieking for a brief second before the rope went taut, snapping back and giving both the relief of an instant loss of consciousness as their cervical vertebrae were wrenched apart.

Elizabeth walked up to the slowly swinging corpses and pressed a slender finger against their distended necks. No pulse. She knelt down, eye level with their crotch, and pulled their shorts down to their knees. Her nose wrinkled. Both had ejaculated post mortem, and as their muscles relaxed, their bowels had let loose the digested remnants of their final meal inside their undies. The smell was quite strong, to say the least.