Chapter 1

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Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The only female on death row is having second thoughts about her legal defense.

The echoes of the retreating footsteps of the female guards made Dolly Madison feel isolated and alone. The fact that she was the only female prisoner on death row made her sort of unique in a way that she totally hated. It was one thing to be ogled when part of her ass was sticking out and guys had their tongues hanging out. It was quite another when the press were lining up to watch her last dying breath when they gave her the injections of poison into her main arteries like a sick bitch put down for its own good.

Dolly was thirty years old today and she had been sitting on death row for the last eleven and a half years. Even her lawyers seemed resigned to the fact that poor Dolly would be pushing up daisies before the calendar year was out due to an all-out push to clear the prisons of death row inmates before the Supreme Court abolished the death penalty. That didn't seem particularly fair to Dolly who had counted on at least ten more years of constant delays to extend her time on earth.

The daily routine on death row was not difficult and since Dolly was the only female in the aging prison on death row, she was not subject to cellmate harassment or short-changed because of overcrowded conditions like all the other females out in the general population.

Despite that fact, Dolly yearned to be in the general population and mixing with the other inmates who all seemed to have their own little stories and special likes and dislikes when it came to finding friends and having fun. She had been in the general population before her conviction and she learned right away that it was better to just shut your mouth unless the other girls told her it was time to use it for party-time. She learned a lot in those first months of incarceration and she knew it was a lot better than being all shut away from physical contact for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, she had been able to get monthly visits from her lawyers who had represented her free of charge courtesy of the State. Her lawyers had been with her from the beginning and were the original ones who lost the case in open court. That didn't disturb her because she was convinced they had done their best for her and she knew from the forensic evidence in the case that they had very little chance of getting her off without a guilty verdict. She could tell from the eyes of her legal team, and the eyes of the jury and even the eyes of the judge that they were not happy with the result but were bound by the rules of justice to render her a guilty verdict and to impose a death sentence in accordance with the parameters of the law in their State.

Dolly also knew that under other circumstances in some other states and had she been a male, it would be probable she would have gotten off on a manslaughter charge and only gotten a five to ten year sentence with time off for good behavior. That would have meant she would already be free and out on the streets a free woman.

It was all too obvious that the jury did not believe her contention that she had accidently killed her husband in a strange quirk of fate that left him bleeding to death on the white fluffy carpet.

Married at eighteen to a man with a violent past, she was in love with her husband, Mike, even though he didn't hesitate to yank down her panties and wallop her backside whenever he thought she had done something an obedient wife should not have done. All of their friends and relatives knew of his violent tendencies and the lawyers wanted to use that to formulate a viable "self-defense" strategy to offset the prosecution's case. In retrospect, she admitted she should have gone along with the lawyer's gut reaction but she wanted to merely stick to her own sense of truth and claim that she didn't intend to shoot her husband and it was all a big misunderstanding.

Dolly remembered distinctly that she was cleaning Mike's guns with the cleaning gear exactly like he had shown her when the long-barreled handgun fired the fateful deadly round right behind her spouse's right ear like the action of a well-trained assassin. Poor Mike's brains and scalp decorated the wallpaper in the dining room looking back at them sitting at the table with the weapons spread out for her to work on them to Mike's complete satisfaction.

He had always carefully unloaded each piece before he put it on the table and it just didn't seem possible that one of them should have been carrying a round still in the chamber to do the dirty business of ending the young gun-owner's life. She was in a state of shock when she called the emergency operator and uttered the incriminating words,

"I've just killed my husband!"

There was more than enough forensic evidence to back up her assumed confession.

Her only defense that made even her own attorney's snort in derision was,

"I didn't know the gun was loaded!"

Poor Dolly had been thinking about her silly protestations of innocence and realized she never had a chance of winning because people are generally cynical about such matters.

The older women she met in the lock-up back when she was in the general population just looked at her and said,

"Sure, honey, everybody in here is actually innocent. It is the system that is guilty."

Dolly was broken into the sixty-nine loving inmate population with no chance to protest that she had not the slightest liking of things related to female on female sexual relations. Even the female guards had great delight in educating her to the ways of life on the "inside" and she soon adapted to the lifestyle rather than allow it to break her into little pieces.

Now that she was on death row, her only real chance at friendly relations was with the private moments with her legal advisors on their monthly visits.

Her favorite lawyer was Mark.

Mark was married now and had two children but he had been giving it to Dolly pretty regular for years whenever it was his turn to bring her "up to date" on her legal appeal. She liked the fact that he usually went "around the world" with her in the short fifty minute session with his skilled male equipment that seemed up for it the moment she bent over. She was afraid that after he got married he would slow down but the opposite was true and he rammed her harder than ever before. She didn't question his enthusiasm; she just accepted it and thought she was a fortunate prisoner to have such a thoughtful advocate.

The other member of the team that had been with her from the beginning was Sally D. Sally was not a very pretty girl. In fact, now she was in her mid-thirties and her breasts were beginning to sag with the advance of years and the excursion into motherhood with the birth of her bastard daughter Cheri.

Dolly was certain Cheri was the product of Sally and Mark doing it on the sly even after he got married to some silly librarian from the suburbs. It was hard to picture Sally bending over for Mark because she was such a fastidious thing never wanting to wait too long to wipe off the germs from human contact right after touching another person. She was surprising accepting of Dolly's best efforts with her head between her knees but then again Dolly was skilled in such affairs with lots of practice to make perfect. Dolly suspected Sally was a bit in love with her because she spent a lot of time with her finger buried in her backside and a strange look on her plain face like she was having an orgasm or an attack of the nerves.

The final member of the trio was young Alice. Alice was on the team only for the past two years after it became apparent that poor Dolly's chance of ever getting off of death row was highly unlikely. Dolly could see the pity in Alice's eyes right from the very first visit. She didn't let on but it made her angry inside and when she got the opportunity she got the girl over her lap and gave her a blistering spanking that made the pretty lawyer's eyes brim over with real tears.

After that, the girl was quick to pull up her skirt and pull her panties down for Dolly because she felt like she was at least doing something to give the doomed woman some slight joy in the final days of her short life. Lately, Dolly had been experimenting with some deep soul kisses with the pretty young lawyer just to see her reaction to a busy tongue deep inside her mouth. The erect nipples and the passion in her eyes showed her that Alice was not in the least bit frigid and was probably a "hot number" with any and all partners on the outside.

In addition to the visits from her legal team, Dolly was visited by the younger sister of the warden on whose committee she had worked to start craft-working projects in the prison.

The feisty young woman was a graduate of a well-known West Coast bastion of liberalism and filled with the spirit of making the world a better place. She was doing a thesis on the conditions and challenges of the confinement of incarcerated females behind prison walls. Her brother had granted her access to all parts of the prison system so she could see firsthand the actual environment.

Her name was Madison and she tended to act like she had a broom stuck up her ass and allowing her tiny framed glasses slide down her pretty nose and look out over them with the clearest blue eyes that Dolly had ever seen.

It didn't take very long for them to graduate from hugging and hand holding to some fleeting touching of lips and then finally to full scale expeditions into each other's private places scouting out the terrain and building up a level of trust that would encourage them to move on to deeper exploration of feminine secrets.

Dolly discovered that the nicely stacked Madison had perky breasts that came to attention then touched lightly and rolled slowly by two fingers. She also found that the girl was greedy for stretching of her brown eye with determined fingers and would open wide to receive up to three middle fingers into her female slot. Madison was a real squealer and she sounded like a pussy cat girl when Dolly worked her over real nice. On one special occasion on Dolly's birthday celebration, the warden's sister brought in a strap-on dildo to the cell which was definitely against all regulations but she wanted Dolly to make her take it all the way up just like she was getting it from a boyfriend with nothing but sex on his mind.

Dolly accommodated her and buried the long black shaft with shameful delight into Madison's seldom visited cunt telling her,

"Open up all the way, baby, let mama see you smile when you are ready to cum."

Madison didn't disappoint her and after that they used the device with happy disregard for the prison rules. Some of the guards were aware of it but they didn't say anything because Dolly was in the final countdown to the final execution day and they figured she needed the distraction.

Dolly got a visit from the chaplain early one Saturday morning and he informed her,

"I got the word from the bureau that you are scheduled for your termination exactly thirty days from today. Please contact me if there is anything you need to make your transition any easier. Just remember you are going to a place that is far better than this poor substitute for living."

Dolly almost burst out laughing because the young minister was so serious. He probably didn't get the opportunity to say that very often and didn't realize how cheesy it sounded.

That night she cried herself to sleep and wondered why her legal team hadn't warned her it was so close. Her lawyers had consoled her with the statistic that no female had been executed for almost the last quarter century but it looked like that was all about to change because of the Supreme Court pressure and the apathy on the part of the state residents.

She fell off in a dreamlike trance thinking that maybe a "self-defense" strategy was a better idea after all.

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