Name: Lusamine
Age: 40
Sex: F
Description: See picture (the one on the left); a haughty and pragmatic single mother, she nonetheless strongly cares for her daughter Lillie (16, on the right)
Crime: Starting from a simple secretary, Lusamine used her body to quickly rise up the corporate ladder, even throwing in sex with her daughter on top/instead if she had to. Lillie didn't really want to, but after Lusamine persuaded her of that being the best for her own future too, tacitly agreed.
Scenario: After her most recent target turned out both gay and faithfully married, Lusamine's whole scheme was revealed, and alongside a slew of layoffs and demotions, the board of directors saw little choice but to make an example out of Lusamine herself. Lillie may be completely pardoned as a victim, or just as harshly punished as an accomplice, or anything in between.

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“Don't touch me, asshole. I can walk myself.” Kyla brushed off the hand of the guard that had been distinctly too low for her liking as he had pushed her forward, striding ahead of him and entering the execution chamber – only to all but freeze at the sight of the medical couch with several of open leather straps hanging off its sides, and the small metallic box beside it that would very soon end her life.

After being caught and sentenced for dealing drugs – and though Kyla had no way of proving it, she just knew that the tip to the cops had to have come from that little jealous bitch Jessica – the judge had decreed the drug dealer die to drugs too, and though obviously it weren't the actual drugs she'd tried to sell, the dark irony of executing Kyla via lethal injection was clearly apparent.

The medical professional entering the room and loudly closing the door behind her called Kyla out of her stupor as she flinched, quickly turning around. “You've been told what will happen, right?” The tall woman with a brown ponytail asked. “Please just be cooperative, it will make things easier for everyone involved.”

Kyla just nodded, not like she stood to gain anything from making a scene by this point, doing her best to remain composed, she took off her shirt and bra to reveal her huge yet firm breasts, then dropped her skirt and panties, lastly stepping out of her shoes, leaving herself completely naked. Shaking slightly, Kyla followed the woman's instructions, lying onto the couch on her back as she placed one leather strap above Kyla's breasts, pulling it taut over her chest and shoulders, a second one close to her hips, holding Kyla's forearms as well, and lastly one around her ankles, completely immobilising Kyla.

“Hold still.” Gripping Kyla's left arm with one hand, the woman briefly seemed to search for the vein, before the sting of the needle entering her arm made Kyla flinch as the doctor quickly fixated it with some sticky bandage before stepping back, the schoolgirl now fully prepared for her execution.

Her last words already said before, there was nothing left for Kyla but to wait, but it didn't take very long before the doctor got a ping on her smartphone and a moment later unceremoniously pushed a button on the back of the machine, then left the room, probably to observe Kyla from the other side of the pretty obvious one-way mirror making up half of the wall.

For a few moments nothing happened but a low hum of the machine, before Kyla felt a warm liquid flowing into her arm, before a faint, stinging pain set in several seconds later, the injection site slowly starting to burn. However instead of that pain maybe slowly making its way along her veins until it reached her heart and killed her like Kyla had been sort of expecting, all of a sudden she found she'd started breathing faster and faster, yet wasn't getting any more air.

Realisation of what was happening slowly setting in, Kyla began hyperventilating as she bucked and strained against her bindings, but of course the leather didn't even budge. Desperately gasping for air, she continued jerking and struggling, tears streaming down her face as she started sobbing and crying. But before long, the poison seemed to take full effect as Kyla felt like her lungs seized up, not even drawing any air anymore, no matter how much she tried, yet the rest of her body continuing its pointless fight.

The pain and fear quickly taking over, Kyla soon lost any semblance of control, instead only wildly squirming and straining, her huge breasts bouncing with the desperate, pointless heaving of her chest. Foam beginning to form in front of the girl's mouth, as her suffering went on, at some point she peed herself, the urine staining her crotch and dripping down between her legs only adding to her indignity, even though by this point Kyla wasn't even aware enough to care anymore, her mind slowly slipping away amidst the pain.

After just a few more minutes, her mindless struggles slowly dying down, Kyla finally went completely limp with one last sigh, the sensors in the execution device confirming her death a few seconds later, even if she'd be left like this at least another fifteen minutes before the body would be collected for disposal.