Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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So every year since we started The Wenches, our little female only BDSM group (read about it here on Literotica), we had done a re-creation of the Salem witch hangings, Salem being only ten miles away from us. We would go down there the weekend after Halloween, when they had a big festival, because there were fewer people about and the cops were less vigilant and the clocks had changed for the winter so it was darker.
Where to go within Salem was an early issue. We wanted a hill, to replicate the original site still know as Gallows Hill, down Procter St., at the other end from the medical center. Gallows Hill was too public. We ended up choosing Ft. Lee, down by the Willows Park.
An almost unanimous choice the first year for our inaugural victim was Danielle. This was a for profit enterprise and by far most of our spectators were boys and eighteen year old Danielle was by far the prettiest Wench with a very nice body though several other girls did have bigger boobs. Looks were important because in our re-creation the witch would be hung in the nude. Danielle, having graduated from high school the previous June, set a precedent by inviting some of her male former high school teachers who paid her for the opportunity to see her in the nude.
We of course brought in our resident expert Ferris from Maine who did all of our complicated scenes with great professionalism. He was familiar with Danielle's body from previous scenes and was confident he could succeed with her at least partly because she was thin and weight counts against a girl when she's hung. Anyway both Ferris and Danielle performed brilliantly and she suffered only some mild chaffing of her neck which is to be expected.
The second year we went with Brittany and Claudia, eighteen and twenty years of age. We chose two girls this time because some of our regular customers felt a bit ripped off the year before having had to drive to Salem and pay fifty dollars for a scene that at it's climax lasted only a few minutes. We countered that that was the only way most of them would ever get to see Danielle with no clothes on but we had to do something.
Anyway year two was an even bigger success. Brittany wasn't quite as pretty as Danielle but she had bigger boobs and a very nice behind from all those hip thrusts she'd done in the gym. Claudia was of Puerto Rican extraction and drew a large contingent of the Spanish-speaking employees from the Harrington's estate which was The Wenches base of operations. Plus all the Anglos were fascinated by her brown body, none of them ever having been with a Latina before.
That brought us to year three. Again we went with two girls, this time Savannah and me, both eighteen. We both have decent bodies though we couldn't outdraw Britt and Claudia for audience. Nevertheless I was happy to try this having really enjoyed the breath play scenes I had done with various boys. And I had scene experience, as opposed to sexual experience, with Ferris and trusted him to be able to hang me safely. Plus whenever we had done a scene together for The Wenches he always did a good job, feeling me up and patting my bum which made things much more pleasant if he was doing something painful to you in the scene.
I talked to two of the girls who had done it before. Claudia was one of my best friends. She said she wasn't all that scared and that she had a big cheering section of Latinos who's encouragement and appreciation of her naked body helped her get through it. But she was kind of heavy, big boobs, a tummy, ample bum and thighs. The weight put more of a strain on her neck and she passed out fairly soon and didn't come close to cumming or even thinking about it. But she made it.
Danielle, having gone first, was more interesting. There was a warning of possible cops coming when she was up there on the gallows tied tight with the noose on and just about ready to be hung so she had to stand there buck naked for a few minutes just on the brink with the rope already tight around her neck. Standing there scared shitless she peed on herself.
Finally he hung her and she really got off on it. It took a long time for her to pass out because she's thin and light and it was just agonizing toward the end. But the important part was she came pretty much straight off and keep cumming until it got too uncomfortable and it was just memorable. Her neck was marked for a week and it was hard to explain at home. She lost her boyfriend because he was told she had been nude in front of all these guys. And she continues to get nude for the older men she invited. But she said she'd do it again if asked and she and her current boyfriends now play around with related stuff with her tied on the bed, using scarfs or their hands on her neck.
We had to do some prep work for this. First off we couldn't eat after breakfast. You want your stomach empty so if you throw up while you are being hung you won't choke on the vomit. Plus we needed an enema. No more explanation there. It was thought to be advisable to restrict fluids that day and pee before the scene as a couple of the girls had indeed peed on themselves during the scene. We were to change clothes at Kristie's house and she would drive us. Kristie is the head of The Wenches and my best friend. We would wear these two piece white gowns with a skirt and a shawl. Ferris would strip us and the shawl would come off without his having to untie our wrists.
So anyway the first Thursday in November the prep work having been done at six in the evening we all drove to Salem. The Willows was closed for the season and we used a weekday figuring local residents would be in their homes. We didn't want any passersby. Car pooling was encouraged so the cops might not see cars and suspect a crowd was gathering. It was pitch dark and there were to be no lights except for official photography. It was chilly, being November, and Savannah and I having to be butt naked was not really optimal.
We arrived just after six thirty. The spectators were told to arrive then so everyone would be in place when we actually started. Savannah was going to go first. I would not be allowed to watch her and I was told she would stay up the top of the hill afterward so I would know that when she didn't come back down before I went up that that didn't mean Ferris had killed her. We waited in the car until six forty-five, got out and crossed the street and walked a little way up the hill. We were barefoot and completely naked except for the two parts of our white gowns. Ferris was there. He bound our hands tightly behind our backs and blindfolded us. Then we waited.
We waited there until five minutes before seven. It was dead quiet. Kristie was there with us as were four boys who were our security. No one spoke. At one point I heard Savannah sniffle. I couldn't see with my blindfold on but she was evidently crying softly.
"It's OK, you'll be all right," I heard Kristie say. "I'll be right with you." I wanted her with ME. I was scared shitless. "It's OK. All right. Once we get going you'll be fine." And finally Kristie said it was time. My best friend, she mouthed "I'll be right back" to me. Then she removed Savannah's blindfold and the two of them started slowly up the hill with two of the security people. There was a murmur from the crowd when, presumably, they came into view. Again I couldn't see what was going on. Kristie came back almost immediately and had the video on her phone.
"We have a half hour," she said. "Are you all right?"
"I'm scared."
"Trust Ferris, it'll go all right."
She looked at her phone. "He's got her top off. The guys will love her boobs." They'd soon see them jiggle plenty. "She's naked now. Now under the noose. She keeps looking up at it. Now he's trying to get her to step up onto the stool." A pause. I guess she was up there. "He's putting the noose on her. Fixing her hair. Tightening it down. She's crying, poor thing." I felt like crying. "Now he's tying her."
