Name: Christina Morinaga
Age: 18
Sex: F
Description: See image. Eurasian teenager with a taste for the finer things in life.
Crime: Prostitution, drug running.
Scenario: Near future Tokyo. The Japanese government has cracked down hard on illegal drug trafficking, instituting harsh sentences on those caught with even trace amounts of narcotics. Christina was caught giving a blowjob to the husband of the CEO of Takashima Heavy Industries, along with a backpack filled with the newest synthetic narcotic on the streets.


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Jessica Gable sat on the waiting room bench, her heart pounding. She, along with nine other convicts had been brought here an hour before. One by one, her fellow prisoners were called into the yard, until she was left alone with her thoughts.

That summer, a wave of ultra conservatism had swept the nation, resulting in a series of extremely strict punishments being handed out to lawbreakers. Perhaps she should have been more careful, less open about her habits. Yesterday, the boy who had blabbed to his parents about her had visited. His face was ashen as he mumbled an apology. Something about his obvious regret touched her.

Her mind was so caught up in her thoughts that she barely heard the warden call her number. "PRISONER 4750092, PLEASE PRESENT YOURSELF TO THE WARDEN!", the speaker blared again, making Jessica jump in shock. This was it, then. She shakily stood up and stumbled out the door, nearly tripping over her cuffed legs. Her eyes winced as the bright mid-day Arizonan sun flashed overhead.

There were nine corpses neatly laid out in a line in the sandy dirt of the prison yard. Jessica looked away, unable to bring herself to look at her immediate future. The guards whistled and jeered at her, their eyes focusing on her large perky tits and finely shaped rear, noticeable even under the frumpy orange prison jumpsuit (Jessica suspected that the guards had deliberately given her a jumpsuit one size too small in order to highlight her physical beauty).

She stopped and looked up at the gallows. A single noose swung in the wind. Suddenly, she could no longer move her legs. "Get a move on, prisoner!", the warden yelled. Two guards grabbed her by her arms and dragged her up the stairs. All Jessica could focus on was the noose. Everything outside of it was a blur. She heard the warden say something, but her mind was occupied. The guards wrestled her forward until her shapely feet stood over the X marking the drop zone. Jessica felt the scratchy nylon rope slip over her head and rest on her shoulders. The guards tightened it until it hugged her neck, then they stepped back.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was as dry as the surrounding desert. For some reason, Jessica thought back to her late night consultation sessions with her male students, their inexperienced teenage clumsiness contrasting adorably with their youthful lust. She wanted to laugh and cry simultaneously.
The warden sauntered up to her, and offered a cigarette. She shook her head. "Any last words, Miss Gable?", the warden drawled. She drew a deep breath and exhaled. "Please forgive me", she whispered. Jessica closed her eyes for the last time.

The warden shrugged, placed his hand on the lever and gave it a firm yank. All Jessica could feel for a half second was her stomach flopping as she dropped 5 feet. The rope snapped tight, burying itself deep into her neck. She grunted, her hands clenching tight as the noose began its work. Jessica's long, muscular legs kicked as they fought for a foothold. The rope tightened with each kick, cutting off more and more blood circulation and oxygen. Her face reddened, then purpled. Blood burst from her nose, and her tongue poked out between her blue lips as she slowly strangled to death.
As the minutes passed, her legs slowly stopped kicking, and instead began to twitch. Her heart stopped on the eighth minute. Her muscles relaxed, and a large wet spot grew between her legs as her bladder released its contents.

The warden cut down her corpse on the tenth minute. It dropped to the ground in an ungraceful tangle of limbs and hair. The guards dragged the body over to the rest of the executed prisoners, where the prison doc was waiting with a stethoscope. The guards looked on, slightly jealous as the doctor opened the front of Jessica's jumpsuit and placed his stethoscope on her still chest. He looked up and nodded. "She's dead, Warden", was all he said.