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Limp Legs

0600, 12/23/01
NEMCZ Correctional Facility #12
Executioner on Duty: Sheryl Hempley
Convicts processed: 4
Inmate #127: Riley Tzuchamanee, age 26
A half human, half-orc woman, she was convicted after beating a young man to death for groping her. The young man had been the son of a senior administrative apparatchik.
Inmate #129: Zika Guurjachis, age 34
A full blooded orc woman, convicted after aiding a terror group in an attack on a mall that killed 56.
Inmate #135: Heather Fawless, age 18
A young goblin girl, convicted after killing a john who had solicited her services, but witheld pay. Her conviction had aroused some controversy due to her age (she had been a minor when convicted), petite looks, and the circumstances of her crime. She may well have been able to get a reduced sentence, if not for the fact that deceased john had held some authority and influence in the government, and the powers that be were very touchy about any anti-government elements.
Inmate #152: Keiran Hiscliffe, age 18
Human male. Convicted for a series of killings, primarily of middleschool girls. Boyish handsome looks had earned him many female fans while in prison.

All four were herded out to the waiting truck bed. They wore the standard hanging uniform. Thin cotton shifts, no underwear. Cheap, reusable, ideal for providing a minimum of dignity to the inmates. The white cotton, a few months of daily executions to them, now bore some faint stains.

The two orc women had been stoic as the nooses were tightened around their necks and affixed to the overhead beam. Their heavy, muscular builds and tall heights would ensure that asphyxiation would cut the pain short. Even so, the younger half orc trembled as the blindfold was pulled tight over her eyes. Zika refused the blindfold with a shake of her head.

"Chin up, kid", Zika grunted. Riley nodded. A self respecting orcess had to look death in the eye and laugh. The human part of her was still terrified, and it took real mental effort to push that fear down. Adrenaline coursed throughout Riley's veins. But there was no way she could stop what was coming.

Heather was less sanguine. Her shorter, lighter physique meant that a step stool had to be brought out. A tranquilizer shot had been administered at breakfast, but the young goblin still twisted and turned her head as the noose slipped over her head. She wailed and sobbed, begging through snot bubbles for clemency. Sheryl's heart had long since hardened with most of the convicts she dealt with, but even a coolblooded hangwoman like her felt a pang of pity. The poor kid had been selling herself since the age of 11, a mere blink of a life and it was already over.

Keiran bowed his head, accepting the noose with a smirk and a wink. Sheryl felt no such pity for him.

0645, 12/23/01
NEMCZ Correctional Facility #12, Execution Bay 2.


The truck lurched forward in first gear, the engine clattering with exertion. The pungent scent of diesel filled the air, mixing with the acrid smell of stale and fresh urine and feces. Four pairs of legs kicked out into empty space, taut and clasped together by rope as their owners suddenly felt their own body-weight pulling nooses tight around their necks.

As predicted, the two orcesses lost consciousness within seconds, their weight cutting oxygen and blood transfer to their brains almost completely. Dark green tongues bulged between lips and those distinctive lower mandibular incisors, toned limbs rippled in dying vigor. By the second minute, their bodies had relaxed. The sound of urine drizzling on the concrete floor of the execution bay signaled their end.

Keiran swung. His legs pulled up to his chest, then kicked down. The boy repeated this action two more times, then slowly relaxed. The hangwoman couldnt help but notice the rather obscene boner sprouting from Keiran's crotch. It pulsed, twice. A thin sigh whistled past the dying boy's engorged lips. Sheryl wrinkled her nose. The faint, but unmistakeable scent of semen. Tremors still ran through his body, but it was clear he was gone.

Heather, true to her nature, fought wildly. Her fear and rage propelled her body, legs and arms flexing as she spun in the air. She didnt deserve this, in fact hadnt even meant to kill that douchebag. The gun, a cheap little thing bought in a back alley by her pimp had a defective firing pin. It was simple bad luck that the one time she had pulled it out to intimidate a client, the pin struck the .25's primer, placing a bullet right into his heart. Heather's slim, child-like body, the source of her life long troubles betrayed her for the last time. She simply didnt have enough mass to choke out like the orc girls. The little goblin would continue struggling until Sheryl took pity, grabbed Heathers waist, wrapped her own legs around Heathers legs, and pulled down. An audible crack emanated from Heather's neck as her C2 and C3 vertebrae separated under the added weight of the human executioner. The unfortunate girl announced her death with the emptying of her bladder, the piss soaking into Sheryl's uniform.

The hangwoman stepped down, all pity lost and replaced by wrath.

"Stupid fucking slut, just had to wait until the end to take a piss", she snarled. She kicked Heather's chest, felt ribs crack under her boot.