Body Processing 3

Jane came from the execution chamber with a cart full; the bodies of four girls and a boy.

"I got some fresh meat for ya," she said, leaving the cart by Jackson's table.

Jackson groaned and grabbed the scanner. "And I just finished lunch."

The worst part about working in the larger facilities wasn't even the increased workload. Oh, you can believe there was more work to do. When he worked at a facility out in the sticks, he might get one or two bodies a day. Here, the bodies show up by the hour; he processed seven just an hour ago.

But, no. That didn't compare to the condition of the bodies he processed. The smaller facilities often had enough time to hang or behead their victims. It just wasn't feasible to maintain a guillotine or gallows with this many corpses. Here, executions were carried out by a bullet to the back of the head.

If you think that's cleaner than a beheading, you'd be in for quite a fucking surprise. A clean neck stump was far easier to stomach. Each kid had a small hole in the back of the head then you turned them around to find most of their face missing, with bits of brain falling out if you're really unlucky.

Rigor mortis hadn't set in, not that he ever got a stiff bunch at that place.

He lifted each body onto the table and scanned the bar code on the hips.

The first was a petite girl with dark-brown skin and small breasts; he couldn't tell if they were still budding.

Prisoner #11386117
Legal Name: Olivia Martinez
Age: 13
DoB: 8/1/2045
DoE: 6/21/2059
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Hispanic

The device showed a smiling girl with glasses and long wavy brown hair. Her hair was now a matted mess and there was a hole in her face where her nose should've been.

The next was a dark-haired boy with light-brown skin and most of the top left of his face missing.

Prisoner #11386120
Legal Name: Dan Trevino
Age: 14
DoB: 5/19/2045
DoE: 6/21/2059
Gender: M
Ethnicity: Mix (Caucasian, Hispanic)

The photo showed a grin on his young face. To Jackson's surprise, the boy spotted a smirk although he wasn't sure it wasn't just how his muscles ended up after he died.

A glance at his crotch made him question that assumption, with cum still leaking from his cock. It's also not an uncommon sight. Did he get hard knowing he was going to die surrounded by naked girls? Did he jack off or did was this part of his death spasms?

Picking up the next body answered his question.

Prisoner #11386118
Legal Name: Nicole Li
Age: 10
DoB: 5/20/2049
DoE: 6/21/2059
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Mix (Caucasian, Asian)

The photo showed a small girl with chestnut-brown pigtails waving.

Her she laid on his table, the top of her head blown off. Streams of cum ran down her chin and cheeks.

At his old job, Jackson would've chalked it up to a horny executioner or guard. The workload here left very little time for funny business, and only females were allowed to handle prisoners during the execution process. From the time the condemned kids left their cells until they showed up in his room, they did not interact with a single male except other prisoners.

"Lucky boy," he muttered.

It wasn't unusual for some of the prisoners to fuck each other but the execution process didn't leave much time. The only time he could imagine a couple getting to have some fun would be the few minutes they had in the waiting room.

The cum on her face seemed fresh enough that he wondered if Nicole managed to suck him off along the wall. It's not like the executioner would care, so long as they were both facing the wall when she got to them.

He spread her pussy lips; wet, but not a trace of semen. They really didn't get much time at all.

She was petite enough to fit in the body bag with her boyfriend, though it was a tight fit.

The next was a curvy girl with long red hair.

Prisoner #11386119
Legal Name: Angela Harper
Age: 15
DoB: 1/5/2044
DoE: 6/21/2059
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Caucasian

A pale-faced girl with green eyes looked back at him through the screen.

Her green eyes were gone. If he had to guess, they splattered against the wall along with the rest of her face and brain. All that he had in front of him was a cavity he could stuff a baseball inside.

Her boobs were large and perky. There was a firm bump on her stomach that would've made Jackson take a second look at her file when he first started working there. After years of getting two or three pregnant girls a week it didn't phase him anymore.

He grabbed the last one, a brown flat-chested girl, and had to hold in his lunch when her brain fell out of the top of her head.

"Lazy death sluts can't keep anything secure."

He tried to scoop her brain back into her skull only for it to slide out of his hands like a fucking bar of soap and bounce off his face. Spitting the salty slime out of his mouth, Jackson kicked it across the room.

Prisoner #11386121
Legal Name: Tanya Carter
Age: 9
DoB: 6/21/2050
DoE: 6/21/2059
Gender: F
Ethnicity: Mix (Caucasian, African)

"And I thought my last birthday was shitty."

He kissed the mound of her pussy and tossed her into a body bag.

Jackson started back to playing his game when he noticed the brain still laying against the wall. "Fucking hell!" He tossed it into the trash and kicked the basket under his desk.