Ashley paced back and forth in her cell in her orange jumpsuit, nervously wringing her hands. She froze, like a deer in the headlights when her cell door opened with a loud "ka-thunk."

"Put this on" the guard ordered, dropping some clothing and a pair of white high heels at Ashley's feet.

"Why?" Ashley whimpered.

"Because if you don't, I'll make sure you've got a big, ugly bruise on your face for your big tv appearance" the guard replied.

"Okay...can I have some privacy?" Ashley asked.

"No, put it on" the guard replied, then leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Ashley silently nodded, then unzipped her jump suit. The guard watched Ashley, his eyes transfixed as the jumpsuit dropped to the floor. Tears began streaming down Ashley's face as she unclipped her bra.

"The panties too" the guard interjected. Ashley shook her head in acknowledgement, then removed her panties as well. She then turned to the clothing she'd been given. First, she picked up a white corset.

"Could you zip it for me?" Ashley asked, turning her back to the guard. He quickly obliged, groping her breasts when he was done. Ashley then slipped on the white stockings the guard had given her.

"There must be some mistake" Ashley said.

"Why?" the guard asked.

"Only the shoes are left, what about panties?"

"You don't get any"

"What?" Ashley whimpered, "but...but"

"You don't get any panties, now put on the damn shoes" the guard barked. Ashley, still crying, did as she was told.

"Hands" the guard ordered, retrieving a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Ashley turned around and put her hands behind her back. "Wrong, other way" the guard replied.

"What?" Ashley asked.

"You're going to have your hands bound in front of you" the guard replied.

"I've seen executions before, they always have the hands behind them" Ashley replied, turning around and putting her wrists together in front of her.

"That's for class C felons, class B felons have their arms bound in front of them" the guard explained.

"Why?"

"Makes it take longer" the guard replied, clicking the cuffs shut. Ashley shuddered at the thought. She didn't have time to think about it, as the guard opened the cell door and shoved Ashley into the hallway. "Dead woman walking!" the guard shouted, echoing through the hall. All the other inmates peered through the windows of their cell doors, knowing they'd be following in her footsteps soon. All the other guards came and ogled her as well.

Ashley took deep breaths, desperately trying not to cry as she felt all the eyes staring at her. She was relieved when she left the cell block, and entered an elevator. The guard pressed a button as the door closed, and the elevator began to descend. The door opened again, relieving a small, tile lined room. Ashley quickly looked around the room as the guard shoved her out of the elevator. She was surprised at what she noticed first.

She looked to her left, seeing a clock hanging from the wall. It read 8:45, she was to be hanged at 9. Below the clock stood a man holding a camera and a woman holding a microphone. Only then, did she look forward again and see the noose. It dangled from a wooden support, over a raised platform. From the raised platform extended a wooden plank, clearly designed to drop out from under the condemned.

"You the producer?" the guard asked a blonde woman, standing in front of Ashley in a button up shirt and black skirt.

"Yeah, I'll take her from here" the woman replied. With that, the guard, stood on the opposite side of the gallows, watching with a smile on his face. "Right this way please" the producer said, gesturing to the gallows. Ashley was surprised by the producer's politeness. It was calming after the gruff rudeness of the guard, even if it was just to prepare her for her death.

Ashley focused on her feet as she climbed the three steps up to the noose. "Stand in the middle of the plank please" the producer said, following Ashley up to the platform. Ashley did as she was told, then closed her eyes and continued breathing heavily. "Chin up please" the producer said. Ashley lifted her chin, but did not open her eyes. She could feel the producer pulling her long, frizzy hair through the noose, then tightening it down around her throat.

"Excuse me" the producer said, stepping around Ashley to stand in front of her on the plank. "So the broadcast begins at nine" the producer explained, adjusting Ashley's hair. "The anchor will tell the audience who you are and why you're being executed," the producer continued, pulling out a small makeup kit and moving on to Ashley's face, "do NOT interrupt her. If you do, the guard behind you is authorized to tazer you or hit you with his nightstick. Do you understand?" Ashley nodded her understanding.

"Good," the producer said, adjusting the tops of Ashley's stockings where they had rolled down slightly, "once she's done with that, she will step to your right side, and the platform will be dropped out from under you. The broadcast will keep going until you've stopped moving, and you'll be left in the noose for a minimum of three hours to make sure you pass." Ashley quietly whimpered as the producer explained how her life was about to end in such a matter of fact way.

"Don't worry if you have to cry, lots of the condemned do. Besides, we get better ratings when the condemned cries" the producer said, stepping down from the plank. "Any questions?"

"When will I get to say my last words?" Ashley asked.

"You don't get any last words" the producer responded, then walking away for a moment. She returned a moment later with a water bottle, which she uncapped and handed to Ashley. "Here," the producer said, "drink this." Ashley opened her eyes, took the water bottle and chugged it down. It wasn't until this moment that she realized how dry her mouth felt.

"Thank you" Ashley said, handing back the empty water bottle.

"Don't thank me," the producer said as she turned to walk away, "it's to make sure you piss yourself when you die, the audience loves that." Ashley began to hyperventilate, and tears streamed down her face as the producer walked away. She looked behind her and to her right, to see that the clock now read 8:55. She looked behind her to her left, to see the guard smiling up at her, staring between her legs. Ashley looked forward again, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

"Five minutes!" the producer called from a back corner of the room. The camera man stood in front of Ashley, facing her. The anchor woman stood between them, facing the camera.

"Is here good?" the anchorwoman asked.

"Uhhh...a little to the right" the camera man replied. The anchorwoman stepped to her right. "Great, now I can get you and her vagina in the shot at the same time" the camera man explained.

"Is everything set?" the producer asked.

"Uuughhh! Her eyes are closed!" the camera man groaned.

"Ashley, I need you to open your eyes and look at the camera for me please" the producer asked. Ashley began to hyperventilate again, and squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could. "Honey, if you don't open your eyes I'm going to have to have the guard beat you sweetie" the producer said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Ashley took a deep breath, opened her eyes, which were red from crying, and looked at the camera. She glanced back at the clock again, it read 8:58. Tears streamed down her face as she turned and faced the camera again.

"We're on in one minute" the producer said.

"Red leather, yellow leather, peter picked a peck of pickled peppers" the anchor said, straightening her hair as the camera man started the camera. Ashley simply continued to stand there, crying and panting as her last minute of breath ticked by.

"Live in five, four, three" the producer called from behind the camera man. She motioned one and two on her hands, then pointed at the anchor.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman and thank you for tuning into our nightly hanging" the anchor opened, talking into her microphone. Ashley began crying even harder, knowing that now, she was being watched by millions of people. "Tonight we're hanging 22 year old Ashley Green. Ashley was arrested for possession of marijuana, which as of last month is a class B felony and punishable by hanging. Of course it's just too bad it's not a class A felony, then we'd be able to show you Ashley's beautiful breasts, but sadly she's still entitled to have those covered" Ashley bowed her head and sobbed as the anchorwoman said this.

"Alright," the anchorwoman said, "without further ado, let's get on with this execution!" the anchorwoman said, then turning around and walking toward the gallows.

"Wait, no!" Ashley screamed as she heard the mechanism in the plank move. She couldn't say more before she dropped just a few inches, and the noose snapped tight around her neck. Ashley gagged loudly as her throat constricted. Then, every muscle in her body tensed and she hung there for a moment, totally paralyzed.

"Good, don't dance, don't give them the satisfaction" Ashley thought, staring into the lens of the camera.

"Don't worry folks," Ashley could here the anchorwoman say, "this happens all the time. Any minute now she'll be kicking up a storm."

"Oh god I hope not" Ashley thought. Then, here left leg began to twitch. "No, no, please no" Ashley thought to herself, as if begging her legs to stay still. Then, suddenly, she could control the instinct to fight the noose no longer. Her legs began to kick fiercely, and her hands rushed to her throat. Ashley knew that her final dance was giving pleasure to millions of viewers, but she couldn't stop herself.

To Ashley's surprise, she was gradually able to worm her fingers between the noose and her neck, allowing her to get a slow trickle of air into her throat. "No, no, no!" Ashley thought as she realized this slow trickle would only prolong her suffering. Leaving her hands in front of her would make her hanging take longer, just as the guard had predicted. Ashley tried desperately to make herself let go of the noose, but couldn't fight the reflex to try to breathe.

For nearly twenty minutes, Ashley continued to struggle and jerk desperately. The small amount of air she managed to get was not only able to keep her kicking for so long, it let her gag and choke loudly for the audience to here. As she continued to writhe in agony, her lungs burning lungs and crushed throat causing her unspeakable pain, she stared at the video camera. She new, in that moment, that many of her millions of viewers were probably masturbating as they watched her slowly and painfully die.

After twenty two minutes in the noose, Ashley's vision finally began to blur, and her limbs began to go numb. Ashley started to feel an intense, icy cold growing inward from her extremities as her kicks and jerks began to slow. Ashley knew her death was imminent. To her surprise, she was relieved by this realization. "Thank god," she thought, as her legs went numb and stopped kicking, "it's almost over, I'm almost dead." Ashley's arms continued to jerk for another few minutes, then fell limp, her hands still at her throat and her fingers stuck between the noose and her throat.

"Please, god, please just let this end" Ashley thought as, as the director had predicted, her bladder emptied unto the floor below her. Her sense of humiliation was almost as bad as the pain she was feeling. Then, suddenly, her entire body jerked one last time as she was overcome by an incredibly intense orgasm. "Well, at least I got to cum too" Ashley thought, looking at the camera and thinking about all the people pleasuring themselves as she died. Then, her eyes closed, the wringing in her ears slowly faded, and Ashley was gone.

The cameraman continued to film Ashley for a few more minutes as her body swayed back and forth under its own momentum, her hands still at her throat. "Well," the anchorwomen said, stepping in front of Ashley, "those jerks Ashley's body is doing are probably all unconscious at this point. She'll be left up for the full three hours, but that puddle on the floor below her means she's almost certainly dead. If you enjoyed the show but wish that you could have seen Ashley's bare breasts bouncing up and down, call your congressman and let them know you think marijuana possession should be a class A felony. Don't forget to tune in tomorrow at the same time. Tomorrow's daily hanging will be our first double execution, Heather and Sally Smith. The Smith sister's were caught downloading pirated movies. Unfortunately since this is a class C felony, the Smith twins are entitled to be fully clothed, but tune in if you want to see them gag anyway. And besides, it might be nice to see that big wet spot appear in their pants!"

"We're clear" the producer called from behind the camera man. The cameraman stopped the camera and the film crew all left the room. Ashley was left to dangle there, alone, over a puddle of her own urine for two and a half more hours.