=​=Orc Boy Swings=​=

Mikhayla grunted as the guard at the front desk waved hello.

"Bad mood today, huh?"

The correctional officer teased the hangwoman as she slapped her employee card against the reader. A beep from the machine indicated that she was indeed the same woman who was employed at Bellau State to place nooses around necks and drop the poor souls through the traps.

"They called me in on my day off to deal with a sudden schedule change", Mikhayla answered in a tone that made it seem like the worst thing in the world. "I was just about to meet my boyfriend for a nice brunch too."

The door to the D block cells opened and she quickly waved goodbye and entered the corridor, her office lady pumps clicking neatly on the concrete floor. It was always quiet in D block, so her footsteps seemed especially loud.

The mandatory two correctional officers were waiting for her at the end of the corridor, in front of the cell for the unfortunate convict Mikhayla was scheduled to deal with. She shook hands with both, muttering a terse greeting.

The time had come. She didn't enjoy telling someone they were going to swing that day, even if most of them had done terrible things to innocent people. Mikhayla enhaled, steeled herself and knocked on the door.

"Prisoner 983344, please prepare yourself".

One of the CO's took a set of keys from his breast pocket and unlocked the door. His partner took up a stance, hand on his nightstick. Usually the prisoners did not put up much of a fight, but it never hurt to be prepared.

The door opened and Mikhayla entered the cell. The convict was sitting on his bunk, a bottle of Coke at his lips. A McDonalds takeout bag was set on his bed. Her first impression was his youthfulness. The second was the green skin and fangs. That a young male orc could look so...feminine was the third thing that struck her.

"I'm afraid your execution has been shifted up a week", she continued. The two officers flanked her. The orc boy's face went pale, as pale as an orc could get.

"F'real?"

"Please, stand up and turn around."

He stayed stationary, his eyes saucer wide. The correctional officers moved as one, each grabbing a shoulder and wrenching him off the bunker. The bottle flipped out of his hands, splashing its contents all over the lap of his issued prison jumpsuit.

"Hey, wait, stop!"

His arms were pinned behind his back as the officers expertly cuffed his wrists.

"I wanna see my lawyer, I have rights!"

Mikhayla stood there stonefaced as the orc boy trembled before her.

"Take him to the chamber and have him prepped. I've already readied the noose for the prisoner's height and weight".

The officers nodded and, still gripping their young charge by the shoulders, pulled him off towards the gallows.

She took one last look around the cell, noting the various photos of family taped up to the wall. The boy was smiling in all of them, a green faced cherub surrounded by more typical specimens of orc masculinity. These pitiful scraps would be sent to his next of kin afterwards.



Mikhayla arrived at the chamber about half an hour later. As instructed, the officers had strapped Prisoner 983344 down with belts around his chest and arms, his waist, and his ankles. The noose was coiled around his neck, the eyelet placed under his left ear and looped through the ring anchored to the ceiling. His feet were spread apart on top of the "X" painted on the trap door. With a weight of about 120lbs, the boy had been given enough rope to drop 8 feet, sufficient to put about a 1000 ft/lbs of energy directly into his cervical vertebrae.

She looked quizzically at the two corrections officers. The poor orc had his soiled jumpsuit changed out for an extremely skimpy pink dress. So skimpy that it revealed he had no underwear on, his plus-size cock dangling free. His mouth was gagged, and a blindfold had been wrapped around his eyes. Despite that, she could hear him whine pathetically. His body trembled violently.

"Pay it no mind, Miss" the older officer laughed. "Kid was bitching about the Coke stain on his prison clothes, so we had to improvise".

Mikhayla turned and made her way to the control booth. "Couldn't find a new jumpsuit instead of that...get up?" she mumbled to herself. Abuse of prisoners was always rampant at Bellau, but if the victim was an orc, none of the administrators seemed to mind.

She flipped a switch, and the lights inside the chamber went dark. This was it. Despite having worked the death row circuit around the state for a decade, she always felt a surge of emotions at the last minute before the drop. Her hand was directly causing another sentient being's death.

The minute hand clicked over to a new hour. She yanked the old fashioned lever back. A clatter shattered the silence as the trap doors flung open. Not a half second later and she heard the characteristic *twang* as the rope reached its full extent. If her ears were on the level of an elf, she could have heard the crack of the noose snapping the orc boy's neck.

The lights flickered back on. The chamber was empty, the only tell of the convict being the rope, the slight sway indicating a heavy object at the end of it.

She made her way down to the basement, followed by the officers.

The boy was slowly turning, suspended in the air. His head was set at an extreme angle, the noose embedded deep into his neck. Drool coated the mouth gag. Underneath the harsh halogen lighting, the sweat on his skin accentuated his slender figure. His hands, pinioned behind his back, clenched tight during the noosing and now limp and claw-like in death. His penis was similarly half erect with the shaft sprouting out from under the pink skirt, a string of white sticky substance oozing from the green cock-head.

She laid a finger on his wrist and felt nothing pulse beneath the skin. It was a wrap.