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Thank you for your interest.
Because of the number of requests I find that it seems more
efficient to post the full story to the above-captioned site.
I have concatenated it into two packets, each of fewer than
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Why? Because it's not so much porn as it is psycho-drama.
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*ANGELA'S END*
This fantasy is about Death Row. It contains narrative
potentially offensive to some adults and inappropriate
for children. Although it makes only oblique reference
to specifically sexual matters, it depicts violence and
relates to the inherent eroticism in the Doomed Woman
theme. If this subject matter is unacceptable to you,
please do not proceed with it.
<robin_k@mailmasher.com>
(08 Feb 97)
---------The Introduction-------------
You can hear yourself saying, "But I don't want to go to
Prostitute School. I want to stay right here at Grady Elementary,
where my friends are.."
But the Principal answers, "Now Angela, you heard what your
father just said: You're in the Sixth Grade now and it's time you
got out and learned how to make a living. Yes, and I agree with him!"
Your mother is weeping. Her face is red as she wrings
her tear-drenched handkerchief with nervous fingers.
"Dad, I don't have to do it, do I? I promise I'll be
the best daughter I know how, if only you'll let me stay and live
at home with you and Mom and Jimmy."
"Young Lady, this is the last time I'm telling you. Any more
back-talk and we're sending you to the Principal's Disobedient Room."
"You wouldn't..."
"Don't push me, Angie. I'm in no mood to listen to your
insolent disrespect."
"Er, suppose, Mr. Bracken, we just let your child pay a little
visit to the Disobedience Room right now. I think after she previews
what's in store there, she'll change her mind."
But your father isn't here anymore. In the exact spot
where he'd been standing you see Mr. Soffit, the gym teacher,
while your mother seems to have turned into old Miss Lafferty, the
Guidance Counselor. They're looking very severe, and both are saying
the identical words in unison. In fact, they're screeching at you:
"Come along with us. It's not far from here, you know.
You're going to be sorry for the way you've acted toward your betters.
Now, step on it, Kid!"
They reach out to take you in hand. You feel your feet
being dragged. The Principal has begun to laugh--a long, malicious
cackle. All the other pupils have come to watch them force you down
the hallway, in the direction of the *Boy's Room*.
"Let me go. Let me go. I don't want to go in there. It's
not nice in there. I'll have to look at things I don't want to see."
The kids are jeering, "Fraidy, fraidy, Lost your old Lady"
and other chants you'd never heard before.
Then Raffles, your pet spaniel, lunges at you out of the
crowd. He is snarling. For a moment you're glad to see him, but
without warning he clamps his jaw on your ankle and digs his teeth in.
You feel the pain. Everything turns dark.
You scream, "No! No..."
And then--you hear a voice saying, from a long distance away,
"Wake up, Ms. Bracken. Wake up."
Then, more distinctly, "It's all right. You're just having a
nightmare. Here, I'll hold your hand until you calm down."
It's Barnesy, your own private night companion. Oh, you don't
call her that to her face, but it's the name you mentally stuck her
with when you first met one another. She's friendly enough, to be
sure, but you don't like having somebody hovering over you, leaving
you no privacy.
Here you are, thirty-five years old and a successful career-
woman in your own right. It's humiliating to have a baby-sitter.
Yet that's just what Matron is. Assigned to you alone, in this
eight-by-ten space you've had to call home ever since they transferred
you here two days ago.
Still, when you've had a bad dream and you waken in the
middle of the night, a prisoner in the Death House, you're not all
that reluctant to have someone's hand to hold...
===========================================================================
1) ---------Just Two Days to Go-------------
"Warden, I know you'll think this is silly, but I've got to
talk to you. It's about what I can wear when... when--"
"It's all right Angela. You don't need to finish that
sentence. I was expecting that you would bring up the subject sooner
or later. What's on your mind?"
"Well, it's just that I'll want to look my best when it
happens, but I don't know what I'll be allowed to have."
"Anything within reason. We can arrange to have whatever
you need brought in from outside. Of course, there have to be a few
restrictions, but we'll try to be as understanding as possible."
"Like what kind of restrictions?"
"Oh, for instance, no ankle-length dress, since that might
present a fire hazard next to the electrode. Nor pantyhose--for a
slightly different reason.
"...And--I'm sure you're wondering--yes, your head will have to
be shaved. But other than that, anything goes. I mean, you could
even show up in just your underwear if that's what you wanted. But
of course utter nakedness can't be allowed."
"You're joking, aren't you?"
"Well, you never know. I hope I haven't given offense."
"No, it's o.k. Except about my hair. I'd heard about that.
It gives me the chills, just to picture it."
"Unfortunately, Angela, it's necessary. Hair doesn't conduct
electricity very well nor, for that matter does the nylon in ladies'
pantyhose. If the electrician doesn't make solid contacts you could
suffer needlessly. There's no need to torture you, after all. Anyway,
you'll only need be bald for a short time, I can assure you."
"Maybe I can wear a scarf up until the last moment."
"I'm sure you'll look just lovely. And if you wish I think we
could find you a garterbelt and stockings so that your legs are covered
while you walk to the Execution Room. I'm sure you'll make a spectacular
entrance."
"Yes. All right... I do feel better now. Thank you for being
so understanding."
"I'm glad. Whatever you decide on, you just let Matron
Barnes know. I'm sure she wants to be helpful to you. The truth is
that we all hope you never have to make use of these clothes. But,
as you know, at this point it's strictly in the Governor's hands."
"Thank you, Warden. And thank you for not calling me by my
nickname. I'd feel patronized if you did."
"Well, then, goodbye for now, Angela. And don't hesitate to
express your desires to Matron."
2) ------Evening, Fifty Hours Later------
"Ms. Bracken--Angela--" says Matron, "don't you think we know each
other well enough by now to be on a first name basis? I'm Ardis, and I've
really grown to be very fond of you. Also, I can tell that you need a
friend just now. I'm concerned that nobody came in to bid you goodbye this
afternoon."
"Yes...Ardis. So then--I'm "Angie"...to my intimates. I'd like it
if you called me that. By the way, how much time is left. I don't see
why they had to take my watch away."
"I thought we agreed not to talk about that, Angie."
"Right. I keep forgetting. But at least I will need to know when
it's time to get myself ready, won't I?"
"Well, why don't you start now? It will give you something to do
while you're waiting. Did I tell you that I'm an experienced cosmetologist?
I'd be honored to help in any way that I can."
"That would be nice. Only, I'll want to put on my own lipstick.
I always found that to be one of life's little pleasures. I'd love
to have you do my eyes--and my nails. However, I'm afraid there wouldn't
be much point in your fixing my hair."
"No. They have a different person who'll be coming to take care of
that. Here, I've got a surprise for you. Some undies that I picked out
thinking they might suit you. They're all brand new. Except for the
panties. Those are from my own collection. Real silk. I couldn't find
anything nice enough in the stores."
"Ardis, I'm touched. Normally I would never think of wearing another
woman's underthings, but I'll make an exception tonight. It's as if a little
bit of you will be right there at my hips, comforting me while I sit in that
beastly chair. Perhaps it will help take my mind off what's happening."
"These patent leather pumps will look dainty on your feet. You'll be
a knock-out in sling-backs!"
"I guess I'll have to practice balancing in high heels before I take
that walk. It's been so long..."
"I wouldn't worry about it. It's like riding a bicycle--or making
love. You don't forget. I understand that they've adjusted the Chair
just to permit you to wear shoes like this. Something about the height of
the ankle brackets. Naturallly, it was built for men, since they're usually
the ones who occupy it. Of course, your legs would be just perfect,
even if you went in there in stocking feet."
"Here we are talking as if I were going to be seen on the runway
at a fashion shoe. Makes the truth seem unreal, doesn't it?
"I also thought you might like this bra. I hope its the right size.
I judged that you'd be about a 36B. It's of stretch lace with underwires for
better lift."
"I notice that you didn't choose black for that. Is that because of
its connotation of "Loose Woman" or its connection with funerals?"
"You're really too clever by far. It seems as if you can almost read
my mind. A little of both, I suppose."
"Well, it IS the right size, and I happen to be very partial to
blush-colored lingerie. Demure, but sexy at the same time. That matching
half-slip with the tiny row of accordion pleats at the hem must have cost
you a fortune."
"Frankly I don't get to go shopping for an occasion like this very
often. Nothing seemed too good. I suppose you couldn't help but notice that
the panties are snowy white. I always wear white myself. Some kind of
hang-up about purity, I imagine. Though, God knows, I'm no virgin.
"...Look, Angie, so long as we're being so frank--just like a couple
of sorority sisters, I'd say--could I ask YOU a favor. I feel embarrassed
to be asking this, but I'm going to have to have you remove one of your
stockings when we get in there. I think the Warden probably has alreay
explained why. Would you mind terribly if I kept it as a souvenir? I'd
like to have a little something personal to remember you by, but I don't
want it to be behind your back."
"Whatever turns you on, Ardis. Anyway, I won't be needing it where
I'm going. I have to admit, though, I'm a little surprised at the idea.
Still, in a way it's kind of touching. Just promise you won't trot it out
as some kind of trophy when you're talking with the other staff. O.K.?"
"You can trust me, Angie. You realize, don't you, that I don't
regard you as scum. Just because you're a condemned prisoner needn't
mean that I can't be responsive to the goodness in you. And, well, to be
honest, there's more to it. I'm going to admit that I find you attractive
in the extreme. To me there's nothing more satisfying than feminine beauty.
And you've got more than your share of it."
"I hope you're not just saying that to make me feel better becaue
I must die."
"If you think I'm being insincere, just let me take you in my arms
and prove to you how I feel."
3) --------------Moments Later-------------
"Oh Ardis. I didn't realize how much I needed some
physical comfort. A good hug does so much to lift your spirits."
"I'm relieved that you see it that way. I wasn't sure how
you'd feel about being embraced by someone who's to be implicated
in taking your life"
"No. I accept the fact that you'll only be doing your
job. There's nothing personal in that. But this--this is VERY
personal. Hold me tight. Help me shut out all these frightening
thoughts I keep having."
"Yes, Angie. I'll hold you. And we don't have to feel
rushed. I told the duty-girl on the desk not to let us be disturbed
until I say so. Unless it's the Warden or someone like that, then
no one will interrupt us."
"You think of everything, don't you? Oh! Ahhh. That feels
soo good."
"Do you like that? Here, give me your lips. I've wanted
so much to kiss you ever since I first saw you."
"Oh, Matron. I mean, Ardis. What are you doing? That's
your TONGUE between my lips. It tickles!"
"Oh, but you like it, don't you? Do you want me to stop?
No, of course not. I'll bet you won't mind if I unbutton your
blouse and feel you inside your bra cups."
"Ardis, you shouldn't. No. I mean, WE shouldn't. Oh, Sweet
Jesus, that feels so good. It's been so long since I've been touched
there. Don't stop. Here, I'll help you."
"That's right. Take off your blouse. And then put your
hands on my breasts too. This is something you don't get to do
with men, isn't it?"
"I've never been with a woman this way. I guess I didn't know
what I'd been missing. Do you do this for all your female wards?"
"I'm not going to bullshit you about your being the first.
But I can tell you you are truly the BEST. Don't take it amiss.
It just means that my experience can make it better for you."
"That's easy. I'll tell myself that those others were
just practice for what you're giving ME tonight.
"...Oh, Ardis, knowing that I'm going to have to die soon
is making this so terribly exciting. It's as if the urgency has
heightened all the nerves in by body. Can you keep rubbing me with
one hand and unzip my fly with the other? Yes. Yes, just like
that..."
"I thought you'd never ask. Oh my, but aren't we already
good and wet! I'm going to get you on your way with my finger, but
don't be surprised when I slip something bigger into you. It's
a special vibrator I keep for myself. I've never shared it with
anybody else before. I must have been saving it for you."
"It won't electrocute me, will it? I mean, we wouldn't want
to sabotage tonight's little drama..."
"Battery-operated. Low voltage. Now just relax and enjoy."
"O.K. Don't stop with your finger yet. You've found just the
right spot. I'll tell you when to switch.
"...Oops. I didn't mean to say THAT word, now did I!
"...Oh, but never mind; somehow the Chair seems totally
unreal now that we're together like this. Please, Ardis, give me
your tongue again. This time, lick my tits, will you?"
"Like this, Baby?"
"Oh yes. Like that. Do you like my breasts? Are the
nipples firm enough for you? Then play with the aureoles with that
wicked tongue of yours. Oh, oh, yes! Mmmm. That's right. Suck.
Eat me up if you like. But slowly; I want to hold on to the
feelings. Yes. Yes..."
"Baby, you could lift my skirt if you wanted. You'd like
to do that, wouldn't you? Sure, just so. Now. Slide your
hand up my silky leg. Not TOO fast. Explore. That's the way.
What are you discovering? You were expecting pantyhose, weren't
you? Well, I've got stockings on tonight. That was to be in honor
of you, Baby. Just like you're going to have when we get you dressed.
"...No, don't stop. Keep moving. Up. Up between my legs.
"ARDIS! You're not wearing any panties..."
"Oh dear. How careless of me. I guess you'll just have to
spread my lips and explore some more. Maybe you'd like to explore
with YOUR tongue."
"Mmm. You taste so good! You're so warm and soft and
squishy. Can you reach the vibrator. I think I'm just about
ready for that. But first, pull down my slacks and set my legs
free. I don't want to hold back. Yum! Let me drink your sweet
nectar. Oh please, quickly, the vibrator. I need it so badly."
"Not yet. I'm going to torture you with suspense. I'm
going to make you watch me cum first. Have you ever used one of
these, Angie?
"No. Never. I'd heard all about them, but I wasn't sure
where to get one."
"So, let me show you how to use it. Then you may have it,
if you promise to let me watch as you give yourself pleasure.
"...Here, you stick it in like this. Not too far. You want
to be able to really tickle your fancy, and that's "up front."
Then you turn it on. There's a pulse-control dial, right here.
Watch how I adjust it with my thumb as I move the shaft in and
out, ever so slightly. I wouldn't mind it if you'd keep kissing me
all over and letting your hands roam about."
"What a gorgeous shade of pink you're turning Ardis. I love
seeing you cum. Oh, Ardis--Matron--my own, special matron, I
LOVE you."
"Yes, Baby, and I love YOU too. Keep moving. Keep kissing.
Quick, grab by ass. Both hands. Tight! Take the vibrator from me.
YOU be my vibrator. Oh, oh, oh. It's heaven. Thank you, thank you,
Angela."
"My turn, now. You put the vibrator in me. Give me all you've
got. I want your juices to mingle with mine. (Juice. Did I say
"juice?" Damn. You know what I mean. Why do I keep thinking about
the Chair as if it was going to be one huge FUCK?) Anyway--I don't care
how many prisoners you've been with. Men or women. (Interesting. I
don't need to worry about coming down with AIDS or anything. I'm on
Death Row. I'm a lucky girl, aren't I? I can do anything I want without
inhibiting myself over safe-sex.) Yes, Ardis, I want your juice in me.
NOW! I'm right on the edge: ready and waiting. TURN ON THE SWITCH!"
"May God have mercy on your soul, Girl. Enjoy!"
[Buzzz-zzzz-zzzz]
"Ohh--divine. Keep it coming. Come close. Love my breasts.
Love my hair, my feet, my thighs. Love my cunt. Here, let me play
with yours... Oh, no-oo. I can't stand it. Sweet pain. Don't stop.
Keep doing it to me. I'm yours. God!. Oh--I mean, Ardis. My own
goddess. Ooh. Ooooh. Ahhh. Mmm. Yes... They can do whatever they
want to me now. They can't kill me. I'm already dead. Thank you, Ardis.
You've saved me from the Fear. I've cheated them. I've gone to the
other side before they could pull their rotten switch. Where are those
panties you promised me? I want to go out, just like this. Foaming
wet. With you hugging my hips. Give me your tongue again. ARDIS!"
"Baby. I'm right here beside you. It's o.k. You're gonna
make it. Just relax now. Come into my arms. Let me hold you close.
Quietly. Don't try to talk. And don't thank me. What you've given me
is more than I had any right to ask. Baby, Angie...Love. We're One!"
"Yes, now I can go in peace. I've had the 'Little Death",
I guess I'm ready for the Big One. The only thing that pisses me off
is that I had to wait until now to find out what love with a woman
is all about. Well, I've heard some of the guys call the Chair
the "Midnight Bride"--you know, joking around. That means It's
a "She", right? Instead of Bride and Groom, we'll be Bride and
Bride. I'll bet She packs a wallop to match any vibrator going..."
"Baby, just let it go. O.K.? It will be what it will be,
but right now--we're just happy that we've got one another. I
don't want you taken away from me any more than you really want
to go. But, look at it this way. If that jury hadn't recommended
the Death Sentence, we might never have met. At least SOME good
has come out of all this."
"True, Ardis. I agree. Perhaps this is what I wanted all
along when I pulled that trigger. It was if I sensed that it was
all fated to happen, and I was just a pawn."
"Pawn or not, I've enjoyed being 'pawn'. You could
paw me any time you like if for some reason this thing doesn't
actually happen tonight."
(Just at that moment Janeen appears on the other side of
bars.)
"You'd better clean up your act, Ladies. The Chaplain's
on his way. And he's got a priority pass..."
"What? If they catch me with my pants down are they going
to refuse to fry me or something?"
"No," says Matron, "but they will FIRE me! Here, let me
help you with those jeans..."
4) ---------A Short Time Later------------
"Angela, we've never met before. I've just come on board
to take Father Dillon's place. I'm Reverend Phillips and I'm a
Baptist. I've heard that you and my predecessor didn't get along, but
maybe that had something to do with your not being Catholic. So
I decided to come over and meet you and see if there's anything we
might have to say to one another."
"I appreciate the effort, really I do, Reverend. I can't
think of anything, this late in the game, that needs to be said."
"They say that confession's good for the soul. I'm an
experienced pastoral counselor. Maybe there are things you'd like
to get off your chest while there's still time."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but 'No'. I accept the fact that
I deserve to die for what I did. My belief is that when you're gone,
you're gone and that's all there is to it. But, you want to know
something? Given the opportunity, I'd shoot that bastard, my abusive
ex-husband, all over again."
"You mean you feel no remorse?"
"None whatsoever."
"Will you mind if I say prayers for you when the time comes?"
"You do whatever they pay you to do; I don't care. Obviously
it can't do any harm, can it?"
"No, Ma'am. It can't do any harm. But I want you to know
that it won't be just because I'm part of the professional staff now.
I've been following your case, and I'd be praying for you tonight even
if I were a hundred miles away from this prison."
"That's the most moving thing that anyone's said to me all day.
But now I think you'd better go, in case you start praying prematurely."
"As you wish, of course. But, unless you say otherwise, I'll
be back at the appropriate time."
"All right. I'll be seeing you. Don't get too worked up
though. I'm not."
[Matron, after the chaplain has gone:]
"I thought you handled that like a trooper, Angie.
"...I do think he means well and wants to help."
"Yeah. But, you know, I felt that I ought to be trying to
comfort him instead of the other way around."
"Well, he's gone now. Don't you think that we ought to get
you cleaned up before you put on these nice clothes? Frankly, you smell
a little ripe. To me it's like perfume, but we don't need to advertise,
do we? I'll have Janeen escort you to the shower before the barber is
to arrive. Meanwhile I'll go to my quarters and get my makeup kit ready.
We'll have a great old time getting you dressed and making you even
prettier than you already are..."
------------------------continues with packet "B"--------------------------
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