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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: GROUP HANGING 2
Published: 17.07.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young Ones, Abuse, Murder
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 2
The courtroom was packed as the jury returned to deliver their decision. Everyone stood as the judge entered the courtroom, and were seated once he had taken his place behind the bench. The prisoners were in the dock, watching for any indication of the decision of the jury, which was about to be read.
The judge appeared to be pleased as he had read it, and gave it back to the clerk to pass to the foreman. A hush filled the large oak-paneled room when the foreman stood to read the verdict. Most of the spectators believed they knew how it would go. An indication was the look on the judge’s face. He looked satisfied, but they could not begin to guess how he had satisfied himself.
The six women in the dock were told to stand to hear the verdict for their crimes. They all arose when told to, and there was a gasp of appreciation as these voluptuous and attractive young women got to their feet, in full view of those fortunate enough to be seated near the front.
Although they had been held since their capture in holding cells, and were permitted only government-issued ill-fitting prison uniforms, all six of the ladies had been permitted to have clothing from home delivered so they could dress as they wished for their trial, and now, since their conviction, their sentencing.
Elizabeth Goldblum was the tallest, a statuesque Jewish woman with an Amazon figure, sizable breasts, and a fresh breezy way of dressing that did nothing to disguise the attributes of her remarkable figure. She had shiny black hair that was combed smooth and gleamed in an inward curl just below her shoulders.
Her skirt was short, revealing the full length of her exceptional legs. She wore dark thigh-hugging nylons that emphasized the incredible shape of her legs, and light flesh-colored spike-heeled shoes that were very well-fitted, and gave her the appearance of having smallish dainty feet.
Beside her stood Fran Hingle, a blonde with short curly hair, whose shortness was accentuated by Elizabeth’s height. Fran had fair skin, with full breasts supported by an uplifting bra. Her full cleavage was displayed by the deep V cut of her sweater. She had a beautiful face, and her cute look belied her cleverness.
She had learned to play the dumb blonde role to the hilt, and it was a ploy that had earned her the sympathy of the people in the gallery. Fran had yet to see if she had also been able to influence the members of the jury. She knew for certain from his constant glances that she had the judge.
Grace Icewell was also a blonde, with long bouncy hair. She was the youngest of the prisoners, and the only one to show tears. She had cried most of the way through the three-week trial and had gone through nearly a box of Kleenex each day, hoping to gain the sympathy of the jury.
She was a delicate-looking thing, fairly tall and slender, with large breasts that bounced as she whimpered, as she did frequently, as well as when she blew her nose. Grace was the kind of young lady who caused erections to grow in men’s pants whenever they saw her move, and her performance at the trial had caused many unintentional untimely ejaculations, including by the judge.
Hellita Juanez was a flaming redhead, but her hair was skillfully dyed, because she was a classically beautiful Mexican cunt, showing her black roots. She was known as a Mexicunt, of high breeding. She was tall and slender, displaying the Spanish genes in her bloodline. She sported a pair of magnificent boobs that defied description.
She wore custom-made bras to keep her bulbous boobs under control, but she was somehow able to perfectly bounce her magnificent mammaries regularly at the all-male jury, at will. From what came out at the trial, Hellita was the second in command in this all-female gang of criminals.
Her quick fiery temper had flared at several points throughout the trial, particularly when the other accused were testifying. If she did not like what they were saying, she would bounce out of her seat and have to be restrained by their lawyers as she appeared to the jury to be popping right out of her tight dress. This ploy appeared to be accidental but was entirely purposeful.
Inesia Khandahara was a dark-skinned beauty from India, a delicate doe from the upper caste, with a refined accent that was so provocative it alone made her appear to be innocent. She had incredibly long black eyelashes that she batted at the jurors with great effect, also drawing ejaculations from the audience.
Her velvety skin was flawless, the movements of her amazing body highly stimulating, and several of the male jurors believed she looked good enough to eat. Not that they had any cannibalistic tendencies, but given the chance, most of them would have been delighted to dine on her properly prepared meat.
She had a slender figure with, like the others, large breasts, and each day wore a different tube dress. These skillfully fitted garments were two sizes too small for her and barely hitched up over her nipples. At the lower end, there was hardly enough material to reach the fold at the base of her buttocks.
Her nylons were self-supporting, with clinging tops that stopped halfway up her slender thighs. Inesia wore her black hair in a neat shiny French braid, and in every respect, this high-class cunt from India was a knockout. She stood out among the other accused cunts sitting with their group of high-paid lawyers, awaiting the jury’s verdict.
Juanita Lingus was a Puerto Rican who had attained the seemingly impossible. With two strikes against her, being her race and her sex, she had parlayed her third attribute, her sly sexuality, into a position of power. She was brilliant and had become a business executive, vice president of a major nationwide corporation, and an influential political lobbyist.
Juanita had brought together this group of intelligent and capable women to perpetrate a series of heinous political crimes. They had as clients some of the most powerful industrialists in the world, and in three years the all-girl band of criminals had attained some remarkable victories.
They had landed for their corporate clients billion-dollar contracts. To do this, they had stopped at nothing. These female criminals had burned down the factories of competing companies, had used extortion, and had even kidnapped the daughter of the French Ambassador to the United Nations.
That crime had been over a contract for the manufacture of fighter jets and had gone sour. The girl had been snatched from her dormitory at the upstate New York college she attended, and the safe house they used to hold her had been hit by lightning soon after their arrival.
They had lost contact with the industrialist who had hired them, and within a few days the deal had been signed. The asshole had skipped on them, but was not difficult for the ladies with all their contacts to find. He had skipped out before the Ambassador’s gorgeous nineteen-year-old daughter could be snatched.
After twenty days, the naked body of the beautiful girl was found at sunrise hanging by the neck from the flagpole of France outside the United Nations, while from the US flagpole hung the nude body of the male industrialist, his penis and scrotum removed, who had not paid the women for their efforts.
Those were not their only murders. The president of a munitions firm was found dead in his hotel room. Details of the heinous crime were leaked to the press so that the whole nation knew the man’s penis had been slit open like a cooked frank, and that one of his testicles had been cut off.
He had been strangled to death, and the dried vagina excretions over his face as well as those in his mouth were matched through DNA testing to fluids from the huge-breasted cunts of both the weeping Grace Icewell and the lovely brown-skinned Inesia Khandahara, with the DNA of the others found from vagina leakage spread all over his naked body.
The six killer cunts were regularly called by the press the Mamma Gang, not only because they were all female, but also because they all had such impressive mammaries, and had perpetrated so many outrageous break-ins, killings, and robberies that made the Watergate crimes look like kindergarten.
These contemptible females were daring, efficient, and merciless in their methods. They had used stiletto knives and garrotes on guards during the break-ins, killing three or four men and women on each job. It seemed to be part of their MO to kill, and they did it with panache.
Both the FBI and the CIA were involved in the setup that at last brought them to trial. The six were all involved in a break-in that was designed to entrap them. During the trial the jury and gallery watched videos of the six women, wearing form-fitting black body suits, climbing the walls of a tall office tower.
They amazed everyone when they entered the building through a thirty-fifth-story window. There was no question from the shape of their bodies that this crime was done by the infamous Mamma Gang. Surveillance cameras both outside and inside the building got close shots of each of their faces, positively identifying them.
These cameras also documented them luring a lovely young female security guard into a hallway to investigate a sound. The high-quality surveillance cameras, their numbers and positions augmented for this important sting, were able to capture the full startling event in colorful detail.
The several probing surveillance cameras had recorded highly incriminating shots of Juanita Lingus slipping her garrote wire over the young female guard’s head. It was the very one the judge had used on the young prostitute while awaiting the jury’s decision. Juanita jerked hard on the wooden handles, strangling the kicking guard-bitch to death. It was a classic garrote kill.
The look of stimulation that appeared on the Hispanic woman’s gorgeous face was unmistakable. She was getting a high level of sexual satisfaction from the act of purposefully killing another woman. It was a moment too long remember. Her face revealed the intensity of her orgasm.
A second female security guard took a blade thrust into her lower belly from Elizabeth Goldblum, and then a second knife in the hands of Fran Hingle effectively and decisively slit her throat. These two young female guards, last-minute stand-ins, had been unfortunate sacrifices.
The pretty college girls had been hired part-time by the FBI to contribute to this damning evidence, with the full intention they are killed. The deaths of the innocent eighteen-year-olds were deemed to be necessary pieces of evidence to convict the infamous female gang.
The jury had noted with interest that the thin white panties of the girl who was strangled with the garrote, which was revealed by her raised skirt as she fell struggling with her lovely legs wide-spread, were both stained and soiled, dripping with freshly spilled urine and bulging behind with her discharged offal just before her body went limp.
This was conclusive evidence that the killing on tape was not faked. In addition, the belly ripping and throat slashing was so severe that the girl’s guts were revealed as her intestines tumbled from the gross opening, and she had been fully decapitated. The videos from three cameras that had captured close-up details of the killings were replayed several times, sometimes in slow motion, at the request of the jury.
The jurors appreciated the level of gory detail the cameras captured, and after viewing them repeatedly, were positive the killers were Juanita, Elizabeth, and Fran, and that the two young guard girls had really and honestly given up their lives, and were killed, with nothing faked.
No actresses could have endured that tight jerking garroting, faked the quivering of the legs during her death throes, or produced a full complement of both liquid and solid excrement on cue. Nor could an actress fake the spilling of her guts or the loss of her head with that level of reality.
The setup killings had, without question, been real, and now the accused bitches were facing their real judges, the all-male jury. All of the men showed pecker tracks where they had inadvertently ejaculated while viewing the repeated replays of the videos depicting the brutal, merciless killings.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO