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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: GROUP HANGING 7
Published: 18.07.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Sadism, 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 7
“Before you are sent to meet your maker, do you have any final words?” the Governor asked the naked ladies, standing on the high little platforms, their necks in their nooses.
A set of special microphones had been strategically placed to pick up all that went on atop the gallows stand, to feed the sounds of the hanging to the entire stadium and the television networks.
The six nudes looked at each other, then turned their heads toward the Governor.
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the six high-class naked ladies with their thumbs bound behind their backs, their breasts bulging in front of them, screamed at the Governor, the executioner, and the public in unison.
The crowd roared in approval. These ladies were cheeky, the way they liked them, and the cunts were already starting to put on a marvelous show. The Governor tucked in his diminishing penis, the official party moved off the gallows, and they assumed their seats at the front of the special seating that had been provided on the field for nearly five hundred invited VIPs.
The moment everyone had been waiting so patiently for had at long last arrived. The naked female prisoners standing alone now on the gallows with their nooses around their necks all saw the Governor make a secretive obscene signal at them by lifting his middle finger in their direction.
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the naked women chanted again.
At that instant, the executioner pulled the first lever, and the stand beneath Elizabeth gave way. She surprisingly swung wide, her legs wide spread, and the crowd cheered. Her violent reaction gave the audience and the cameras an excellent view of her gorgeous legs, tight torso, and her clean shaved open, and pulsing cunt. She was in heat!
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the mob in the stands chanted at the swinging nude.
Their words were now clearly directed at the hanging woman, not at the popular cock-jerking Governor. Elizabeth kept kicking with her legs, as if by sheer willpower she could somehow jerk her neck out of the tight noose.
It was also possible she was thinking that the severe kicking action would end her agony sooner. Whatever motivated her, the aggressive kicking made her hanging much more interesting for the crowd. They had come to see action, and that was exactly what the Jewish woman Elizabeth with her amazingly active nude kicking body was giving them.
The feisty bitch had developed a rhythm with her kicking heels, and even as she lost energy, the pattern remained the same. She was watching the crowd through her bulging eyes, and experiencing all of the horror the merciless judge had intended for her. Her face was turning purple when the small platform supporting Fran suddenly collapsed.
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the exuberant crowd chanted at her, and she felt sickened as the rope cinched tight around her neck.
She was a strong and athletic young woman, and the squeeze of the rope on her neck seemed unexpectedly light. Perhaps it was just that she was numbed by the incredible shock of what was happening to her.
Fran attempted to do the exact opposite to what Elizabeth was doing. She tried to remain stock still, with her legs pressed tightly together, and despite the bouncing of the rope with her drop, she managed to do this. The bouncing action of her body quickly and mercifully stopped, and then she slowly began to spin.
The spinning increased, and she realized that her rope must be unraveling. With a sudden and wholly unreasonable hope, she thought she might somehow survive all this if the rope broke. Fran was feeling a rise of optimism but also felt a growing sense of nausea from the increasing spinning.
The stadium swirled, and she saw the dangling and kicking body of Elizabeth on one side, the kicks now much more subdued, and the fearfully waiting Grace and the others on the other side, but they were rapidly becoming just a blur. Her legs, elbows, and breasts were being thrown outward as she spun, and suddenly she felt her stomach heave.
Unfortunately for her, the rope around her neck would not let her wretch. Her eyes were burning from the strain of the greatly increased blood pressure in her head, and now she was afraid she would drown in her vomit if she could not get it up. As she tried desperately to puke, her whole body began to buck, and the audience got a show from her as well as from Elizabeth.
Grace was so shocked at the kicking, spinning, and bucking that was going on next to her that she was unprepared to be dropped, and had not braced herself for the collapse of the narrow stand she stood on. Suddenly she was dropping through the air, and even more suddenly, she was not, as the rope around her neck cinched tight.
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the crowd chanted as she swung.
Because she was not prepared, she let her legs rise as she dropped, and when they also dropped as she hit the end of the rope, she got a double shot around the neck. The result of the second blow, which hit as she opened her mouth to scream, was that Grace broke her jaw.
That small calamity turned out to be the very least of her worries. The bottom knot on the noose, in breaking and unhinging her jaw, had also moved in against her jugular vein, pressing it in against her gullet, and was severely restricting both blood to her brain and air to her lungs.
She was unlikely to last anywhere near the fifteen-minute time forecast for the naked female convicts to die. Through the big close-ups that the cameras were able to capture, the television audience was able to see in slow motion closeup the action and reaction as her jaw broke, and they could also see that her face was changing color fast.
The desperate bitch panicked, and she began violently bucking and kicking her legs, with astounding effect. Her lips swelled out, her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and she bit the end of her tongue off. The shock from her violent kicking caused her huge tits to bounce beautifully for the cameras and audience.
She had enough reserve energy to spray a liberal and highly visible arch of urine in the sunlight from her recently raped cunt, and that was followed by the discharge of the gobs of male sperm she had received in the past couple of hours. Grace was a mess and was unlikely to last more than another minute.
Elizabeth had weakened, and when she stopped the desperate kicking, she improved her chances of lasting longer as she swung from the gallows. Fran had begun to slow down her spin, and then her spin ceased and began in the other direction. She was not unraveling the rope after all, it was just a glitch in the weave that had caused it to spin under the strain of her weight.
Hellita’s shrill scream filled the stadium, aided greatly by the microphones, as she dropped. The beautiful Mexican had been as ready as a cleaver convict could be, and as she dropped, she leaned as far forward as she could, so that she would use up energy from the drop in the swinging action.
In her mind, this would reduce the jerk when she hit the end of the rope. It worked. The rope was tight, but not enough to prevent her from breathing. She was the fourth to swing, and she intended to do everything in her power to survive. Her chances were less than slim, but her heart was big, and she tried.
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!” the crowd chanted.
”Fuck you all!” she thought as she dangled from the rope by her neck. The rope around her neck was tight, the noose drawn extra snug by her weight. It was extremely uncomfortable, but she thought defiantly that she was not dead yet.
She lifted her long gorgeous legs to adjust the way she faced, and she saw Grace’s beautiful body go limp as the blonde bitch strangled to death. There was, strangely, something enormously erotic in that sight, and in this whole bizarre experience. Hellita had always found sexual stimulation in violence.
That was what turned her on. Suddenly, without knowing why, Hellita found herself humping her Mexican pelvis as if she were receiving some enormous monster fuck. She was being publicly hanged to death naked in a huge stadium, and suddenly the strikingly beautiful female criminal was taking an air fuck.
The television producers all demanded that their directors cut away from that blatantly erotic masturbation scene, but then realized that everyone watching, having seen the beginning of it, would switch channels to see the obscenity on a competing network if they omitted any of the bizarre action.
This was the highest ratings night for all of television. Cutting away from the more blatant obscenities in the performance was suicidal. They would answer the harsh questions by sensors and senior executives later. Television viewers across India, and their expatriates around the world, experienced a sudden kick in the stomach as their compatriot Inesia dropped.
The beautiful slender maiden from India threw her long legs out in hysterical desperation, providing the voyeurs in the audience with exceptional views of her remarkable cunt.
Her huge breasts bobbed wildly as she heard the crowd shout out, “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE,” then she hit the end of her rope, and the acrobatic bitch tried desperately to reach up to the rope with her feet.
The other women in the gang knew of Inesia’s acrobatic abilities, but they were startled that the slender athletic Indian beauty was able to get her feet above her head as she swung by her neck. She did not seem to have the leverage to accomplish this, but surprised everyone when she succeeded.
She hooked her heels behind the rope, and then, with another sudden move, hooked them behind her head, so that she swung as a naked human ball, her big breasts bulging out beside her. Elizabeth’s eyes began to glaze, and at last, her head sagged as her entire body went limp.
The Jewish beauty had succumbed to her execution. A trickle of urine ran down her legs and dripped from her toes to the deck of the gallows platform as the New York cunt gave up the ghost. The excessive struggle and kicking had done its job, slowly strangling her to death.
Fran had reached that desperate stage where it was clear the end was coming, and she broke her resolve again and began kicking wildly. The crowd cheered the remarkable guts of the girl on the end of her rope. She was dying, but not without a struggle, no matter how desperate she was.
Witnessing her energetic dance at the end of the rope was much more rewarding than watching a static body slowly become a cadaver. Hellita’s rope was slowly turning her in a slow circle, giving her a view of everything, but she was oblivious to her surroundings as she bucked her hips like a bitch in heat.
She had brought herself to the level of repeated orgasms and was slowly strangling to death as the naked young Mexican hellcat violently fucked the air in an obscene dance for everyone to see. Her cunt gaped in regular pulses with her sexual passion, and it was difficult to tell if she was experiencing panic or having an orgasm.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN