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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: GROUP HANGING 1
Published: 16.07.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: Six young and highly ambitious women, all successful in their careers, get together to form a gang that does assassinations for fun and profit. They also ruin businessmen and destroy their holdings on assignment. They are cunts for hire, called the Mamma Gang, not just because they are female, but because of their uniformly large bosoms. They are not only sentenced to be hanged, but because of their heinous crimes, the hanging is to be carried out with all of them in the nude and is to be televised in prime time on all networks. It is seen to be an example to all children about the outcomes they can expect if they turn to a life of crime. The television broadcast turns out to be spectacular.
Group Hanging 1
The pretty young prostitute sat on the floor, wearing only her thigh-high nylons and heels. She was a frail-looking girl with light blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail, with a puff of arched bangs that hung over her eyes. Her pale skin was velvety smooth, which was not unusual for a girl who worked all night and seldom saw daylight.
The fourteen-year-old girl sat virtually naked between the judge’s legs in his private chambers, servicing his exposed penis with her educated mouth. She soon had the long slender organ of the elderly justice at full erection. The attractive girl, too young to be working out on the streets, had been arrested during a drug raid at a nightclub. She was not using drugs, nor was she in possession.
The youngster had simply been plying her trade as a prostitute, flaunting her delightful figure in an open blouse that gave a view of her fresh large silicone-enhanced bulging breasts and a micro-miniskirt that showed her slender thighs, capable of hugging a man with her legs as he plowed the child’s delightful little cunt, and five-inch spikes that made the most of her amazing legs.
The kid was looking for a john who would be unlikely to hurt her, whom she could fuck, drug, and then rob to make her pimp’s quota. Now she was kept busy providing the judge with a good reason not to sentence her to a long jail term. The clean ones were easy to manipulate, as they were truly frightened of doing time.
The judge had easily convinced her to cooperate with him in the privacy of his chambers. He had produced a couple of pairs of handcuffs from his desk drawer and had used them to cuff her right wrist to her right ankle, and her left wrist to her left ankle, to keep her on her knees and prevent her from using her hands.
This arrangement also left her unable to cover her body, or to defend herself should that become necessary. With this judge, it often became necessary, as when he got carried away, he liked to personally punish young females before their trials began. It was a ritual that girls on the street knew well.
“Do you know what a garrote is, my dear?” the judge asked her.
She knew better than to interrupt her aggressive oral work on his penis to answer. Instead, she shook her head from side to side, giving him a pleasant sensation with his slender erection thrusting deep into her rapidly pumping throat.
This pretty girl was well experienced in the art and craft of providing pleasure to the penises of men with that sensuous young mouth and throat of hers. The judge then picked up the interesting killing tool, which was a piece of evidence from the trial he had just conducted, for which he was now awaiting the jury’s decision.
“This is a garrote,” he said, holding it up.
She was unable to see it, with her face buried against his lower belly.
“It is a precision killing instrument, elegant in its simplicity. It consists of just this fine strand of strong steel wire, usually a piano string, with a wooden handle attached to either end of it. Dead simple. It is an ideal tool to use when the killing must be conducted at close range and in silence. It is the favorite implement of many paid assassins, who can get close to their victims in private. You may remember one being used in one of The Godfather films, in a car, where the victim knew and trusted his killers, so was easily taken by surprise.
“By pressing the round handles together, the wire between them forms a loop. The loop is set over the victim’s head, which can be accomplished very quickly, and then the handles are pulled rapidly apart. The loop tightens, and the thin wire effectively and silently strangles the victim. Isn’t that outstanding?
“Let go of my penis with your mouth now, my dear, as I would like to show you how well this device works.”
The girl was startled, suddenly fearful, and as she jerked her mouth off the long slender penis to protest, the garrote was over her head in a flash, and the handles rapidly pulled wide apart.
The young teen opened her mouth to scream, but the device was tight enough to constrict her air passage, and only a very quiet gurgle was emitted. The judge was so excited his penis began to ejaculate and splash his semen over her face. She was used to this, but not with a garrote squeezing her throat.
“Now, now, my dear girl, you don’t want to attract undue attention, do you? This is a demonstration of your education and mine. Although the use of this simple instrument of strangulation can be fast and effective, I have heard that it can also be used to inflict a slow and agonizing death.”
He knew from experience that what he said was true.
“When used properly, the garrote is as much a torture as a killing instrument. It all depends upon the pressure used. You just sit there and strangle for me like a good girl, it’s okay to drool, and I will do all of the work.”
The naked teen prostitute’s face was turning beet red from the pressure of the wire.
Her eyes were extra wide and bulging with the pupils dilated under the extraordinary stress. The young girl’s large firm breasts seemed to swell as she tried desperately and unsuccessfully to draw air into her lungs. The pressure caused her to at last lose continence, and she urinated on the floor.
The judge was pleased with what his work was producing but wished for more, so he continued to pull on the handles. This caused her to defecate, squeezing out a large, long smelly stool. It was clear to the judge that the girl sitting on the floor between his legs was not having a good time, as her eyes were now wide, bulging, and bloodshot.
“As the body fights for air and the brain struggles for a fresh supply of blood and oxygen,” he explained, “The victim’s face flushes, just as yours is doing,” the judge justified to her. “It is amazing how long the human body, particularly one of a lovely young female such as yours, can survive without a supply of air. It has been more than a minute now, has it not?”
He increased the pressure on the wire wrapping her neck to ensure she was unable to draw in a fresh supply of air. The strangling young whore was not counting the seconds. She was attempting to survive the tortuous treatment from the famous juror.
She struggled to get up but was restricted from doing so by the cuffs holding her wrists to her ankles. She sat with her flared cunt pressed firmly against the smooth cool floor, the moist inner meat of her pretty sex organ kissing the polished hardwood with, a cute cunt that had become far too experienced for the pussy of a girl her tender age.
Her knees were spread and bent, with her ankles out to each side, cuffed to her wrists. Somehow the attractive teenage hooker did not lose her good looks under this unusual torture, nor from the aroma of her excrement, even though her full lips were turning purple, and her gums were beginning to bleed.
She drooled her bloody saliva over her lips, and it trickled down over her pretty teen bare augmented melon breasts and her tight tummy. Her eyes bulged wide, they were quickly becoming bloodshot, and the veins in the whites of her eyes were raised under the pressure. She was not doing well in this demonstration.
“This must be quite an exceptional experience for you, young lady,” the judge told her, not sure if she was still able to hear him, but didn’t care if she couldn’t.
“You’ve never been in a judge’s chamber before, have you, certainly not mine. It is said that what you are experiencing at this moment is not unlike being hanged. If you wish to compare them, I can release the garrote from your throat and replace it with a noose, to hang you with some rope from the stout ceiling hook where that potted plant is hanging.”
The girl rolled her eyes in response, a look he found repulsive when done by prisoners in the dock. In this case, he couldn’t read her, because it was the only facial expression available to her.
The judge tightened the garrote slightly once more, and as the girl slumped, he smelled the fresh unmistakable aroma of more offal soil she released from her relaxing anus. A glance confirmed it. A second fat stool protruded between her full round buttocks, its firm dark meat contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.
He loved forcing a female in her early teens like this one to take a shit. Whenever he had one under his control alone, they always did, he made sure of it. Making young girls shit when they were not on a toilet was one of his favorite pastimes, and he was having a great time with this impudent little naked cunt.
As he released the garrote, her head slumped, and he was satisfied he had properly choked her into unconsciousness. He used a Kleenex from his desk to remove the stools, more to mop up her urine, and two more to wipe the limp teen’s buttocks and anus clean. The insolent little bitch would have no idea what she had been forced to do to amuse him.
He then lifted her, placed her on her back across his massive desk, spread her lean legs wide, and thrust his penis deep into her relaxed vagina, without preparation. He was now ready to take his sexual satisfaction. This was his favorite way of producing sexual gratification for himself.
The judge’s blood pressure had risen as he had brought the lovely young whore to the point of death, and now he engaged in his favorite sport, fucking with wild bucking hips into the limp body of a pretty unconscious young female, one barely a teen, while having her alone in his private chambers.
She proved to be a very good if non-responsive fuck, for an unconscious child. He could feel his urethra on the flared head of his highly aroused cock kissing her cervix deep inside her, a satisfying feeling for the old man. He didn’t have too many years ahead of him in which he could sexually perform, and he was now busy building memories.
He particularly enjoyed depositing his semen into the depth of such a young one. He usually selected girls for this sport that were both young and small, girls obtained from juvenile court, so that their tight fuck slots would be a cock-squeezing fit, gripping his penis even when the young ladies were unconscious, the way he liked them.
She at last awakened, groggy and disoriented, as the judge ejaculated into her with moans of passion. Although she was once more conscious, the girl was dazed from the near brush with death, and she lay back, her small form just as limp as it had been when she was unconscious.
The judge drew his organ quickly out of her, wiped it against her bare legs, tucked it into his undershorts, and pulled up his pants. He was disgusted when the cheeky young cunts awakened, as this one had before he had finished his sexual release into her. He reached down, picked up, and tossed at her the thin dress he had earlier removed.
“Get the fuck out of here, you appealing little slut, before I throw you in jail. The men on the murders’ row would love to get their hands on a lively piece of ass like you. I will make you their pet if I ever see you again. Don’t let me ever hear of you again, or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand me?”
The girl was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled her dress over her nakedness.
“I know you’re only fourteen, but I’ll try you as an adult if you ever return, and put that pretty ass of yours into the federal prison. I have the power to do that,” he lied.
She stood on wobbly knees, and made her way toward the door, still wearing her five-inch heels.
“Not that one, bitch!” the judge shouted, as she tried to exit the door she’d used to enter.
He pushed her out through a private exit that led to the back lane. That one was that for the cheap cunts he had abused. It had been a rewarding experience to try the garrote on such a deserving young lady. He was confident she would be no trouble to him in the future.
With the threats he had given her, particularly making her a federal prisoner at the disposal of male convicts, he was certain that he would never see the little bitch again. With luck, she would leave the county for good. They usually did, as they feared for their lives if confronted him.
He was experienced, as he had used a garrote once on the throat of a mature woman, a bitch who vaguely knew him, and had brought her daughters to see what a judge’s chambers were like. They were both in their thirties and surprised him by being sexually stimulated watching him strangling their mother.
She had died of a heart attack from the experience, which was most unsettling. It had cost the judge two thousand dollars to safely get rid of the wealthy dowager’s body and to have the daughters sold to white slavers, to live out their lives in Bahrain. It had been an inconvenience he did not appreciate.
He liked the diversion of a little abusive sex sport during the interval that the jury was out, and he would then make the young cunt he had selected get rid of herself. It was always easiest that way, and if he had scared her enough, the teenage bitch would make sure she remained out of his jurisdiction for good.
This shapely young whore had been perfect for the job. He had made his version of a sex-kill game, and because it was his preference to not kill them, he needed the cunts to be able to remove themselves from the scene. From now on it would always be young girls he choked to unconsciousness as he ejaculated into them in whichever of her fuck-portals was to his taste at the time.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE