A Fantasy About How Chuck Roast Came To Be Hanged, Cooked, And Eaten
Part Two
The hanging detail having formed, the drummers continued playing a march cadence.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfhIbNIoFbkThe Hangwomen & Cooks forcibly marched Chuck Roast under duress to the gallows to be hanged. As they approached it, from a distance he could see the gallows and the noose suspended from the crossbeam above the trapdoors. He was afraid, deathly afraid, because he knew that he was going to die very soon. And he knew how horribly he was going to die. He knew that he was headed to the gallows, to the oven, to the table. He knew that he was going to be hanged, cooked, and eaten. And he was terrified.
“Please don’t hang me! Please don’t hang me! Please don’t hang me! Please, please, please, please, please don’t hang me!” he whimpered desperately.
The Hangwomen & Cooks smiled with cruelty, pleasure, satisfaction, and hungry anticipation because they knew by his response, by his panicked pleading, that he was theirs, that their domination, their control, their command of him was complete. They knew that they could make him do anything they wanted, that they could do with him and to him anything they wanted.
And what they wanted right now was to hang him, cook him, and eat him. And they knew that they would. And he knew that they would. And they knew that only by hanging him, cooking him, and eating him would their insatiable hunger and desire finally be sated. And he knew it, too, and he was terrified.
The Hangwomen & Cooks salivated, they licked their lips, their stomachs growled, and they became even more cannibalistic, more ravenous, more anxious to hang him so they could then cook him and eat him. And they knew that they would. And their ravenous anticipation increased even more.
And he knew it, too. He recoiled, but the Hangwomen & Cooks were firmly in command and control of him with their hands on his shoulders, his arms, his tie, and his belt, grabbing him and urgently forcing him onward as the drummers kept them in step.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfhIbNIoFbkHe could not resist, he could not escape, he could not avoid being hanged. And he knew it. They were in control. And he knew that, too. And so did they, for they knew that they were about to hang him, cook him, and eat him. Indeed, they couldn't wait to hang him, cook him, and eat him. He wished they wouldn’t hang him, cook him, and eat him, but he knew they would.
He could feel their touch through the roughsmooth texture of his white, oxford cloth shirt. Terrified though he was, he liked that feeling, that he liked that they were touching him, he liked that he could feel the roughsmooth texture of his white, oxford cloth shirt as they touched him through it. His erection got harder.
He could feel the pressure of their hands on him. Good feeling. Very good feeling. Beautiful women touching him. Every man would like that, and he liked it, too, in spite of his deadly situation. His erection got harder. Even better feeling. But he knew, as the hanging detail marched briskly to the gallows, that he would not feel good for long, for he was soon going to be hanged. His erection got harder.
He wondered if it would feel good to be hanged even though he knew that his hanging and any pleasant feeling that came from it would not last long. If he was lucky, he thought, and the Hangwomen & Cooks hanged him well, hanged him swiftly, hanged him surely, hanged him successfully, he would be dead when his neck snapped a second or two after he had been hanged. At least, he hoped that being hanged by the neck until dead would take only a second or two.
The Hangwomen & Cooks forcibly marched him on toward the gallows. He whimpered. He was full of fear. And his whimpering and his fear rewarded and excited the Hangwomen & Cooks, made them even more eager, made them even more anxious, made them even more ravenous, made them hurry even more to the gallows because they knew that they would very soon hang him, and after they had hanged him, they would be able to cook him and eat him, and they also knew from experience that his fear and struggling would make him taste much, much better when they did because that proved that they dominated and controlled him completely, and they knew from experience that man-meat from subdued, dominated, and controlled men tasted better.
“Silence! The victim will remain silent, or we will make your hanging and your death long and painful! If you do not remain silent, we might decide that we will only half-hang you until you are only half-dead and then cook you while you are still alive! We would love that, love hearing you moan with pleasure at first as the oven becomes warmer and you being to cook. And then we would love to hear you scream as the oven gets hotter and hotter, and you roast more and more, love watching you squirm as you try to resist the glowing heat of the oven and your man-meat cooks to a delicious doneness. But we are sure that you wouldn't enjoy that, so if you don’t want to suffer a lengthy, horrifying, painful, ignoble death, then BE SILENT!” It was a command that he was powerless to ignore and eager to obey so as to minimize his suffering, for he knew that he could not escape his fate, that he was going to die very soon, that he was going to be hanged, cooked, and eaten. His erection got even harder.
When the hanging detail arrived at the foot of the stairs of the gallows, the drummers played an execution drum roll.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbnQiadj8mYTwo of the Hangwomen & Cooks mounted the stairs first to make sure that everything was in working order for the hanging of Chuck Roast and to make penultimate preparations to hang him. When all was ready, they called down to the four Hangwomen & Cooks still guarding Chuck Roast on the ground beside the gallows and indicated that all was prepared, that they were ready to hang him, and that the Hangwomen & Cooks on the ground should escort him up the stairs to the platform of the gallows to be hanged.
When they reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the platform of the gallows, together six of the Hangwomen & Cooks swiftly and forcibly moved a still very reluctant Chuck Roast onto the trapdoors beneath the noose as the drummers continued their execution cadence. The Chief Hangwoman & Cook smoothed and straightened the collar of his hanging shirt. Then she smoothed and straightened his hanging necktie. Then she tightened his hanging necktie to the point of choking him, almost to the point of "hanging" him without having to hang him.
The Chief Hangwoman & Cook placed the noose over his head, moved it down around his neck, and tightened it loosely. Then she repositioned it so that the hangman’s knot was beneath the left angle of his jaw in the sub-aural position, the traditional position for the hangman’s knot to ensure a swift, sure, solid, silent, successful hanging. Then she tightened it much more snugly around his neck to the point that he could feel the stiff, harsh rope, the unrelenting, and ultimately fatal noose through the roughsmooth oxford cloth on the inside of the collar of his hanging shirt. She tightened the noose so snugly that he choked even more, choked as he would soon most surely choke when he was momentarily hanged. He liked that feeling though, again, he knew that it would not last long when he was actually hanged because he would be dead, unable to feel anything, unable to enjoy anything. That's what happens to a man when he is hanged. And he wanted to be hanged.
He made coughing, gagging, choking, hanging sounds, which made the Hangwomen & Cooks laugh cruelly. The Chief Hangwoman & Cook jerked sharply on the rope several times to test the noose and to give Chuck Roast a small taste of the much, much, much, much stronger jerk he would feel when he was hanged and he reached the end of his fatal drop. She rubbed her hands over his very muscular, very tempting, and very tasty pecs, and she stroked his manly nipples. They grew hard and erect, and his erection below grew even harder and more agonizingly urgent. He came in his pants, came hard, came fast, came long. He couldn’t stop it from happening, and he really didn’t want to, for it might be the last pleasure he ever felt because he was about to be hanged.
Again, he cried, “Please don’t hang me! Please don’t hang me! Please, please, please, please, please don’t hang me!”
Again, the Chief Hangwoman & Cook spoke harshly to him. “Silence! This is a legal hanging! This hanging will be dignified! Your hanging will proceed! Nothing that you can say or do will change your fate! You are going to be hanged, cooked, and eaten! There is no alternative! No matter what you say or do, you are going to be hanged, cooked, and eaten! There is no other possible outcome! There is no escape! So be silent! Stop crying! Straighten up! Be courageous, be noble, and be brave! Be a man and face your hanging like a man, for you are a man, and we are definitely going to hang you! And after we have hanged you, we are going to cook you and eat you! Face your hanging with honor and dignity, for you are surely going to hang, you are surely going to die! If you do not remain silent, we will make your hanging very long and very painful, and your death very hard!”
Again, he cried, “Please don’t hang me! Please don’t hang me! God, please don't hang me! God, please, please, please, please, please don’t hang me!”
Again, the Chief Hangwoman & Cook spoke harshly to him. "God isn't going to hang you! I am! Silence!"
As the Chief Hangwoman & Cook noosed Chuck Roast, while he stood choking on the noose and on his very snugly cinched hanging necktie underneath it. The five Hangwomen & Cooks who weren’t drumming bound him with stiff, strong rope to make it impossible for him to struggle and resist. They bound his yummy muscular arms around his yummy muscular chest, bound his yummy muscular thighs together, and bound his ankles together. He was completely immobilized, completely under the command and control of the Hangwomen & Cooks. They finished preparing Chuck Roast for being hanged.
The Chief Hangwoman & Cook read the order of execution, speaking these words: “Chuck Roast, you have been indicted, tried, and found guilty! The penalty is death! The penalty of death is to be executed upon you by means of death by hanging! You are therefore sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead! When you are dead, you are further sentenced to be cooked and eaten! If you have any last words before we hang you, you may speak briefly!”
Still stunned and terrified by all that had been happening around him and to him, his lips moved, but he could not say anything. He was immobile, totally dominated and controlled by the Hangwomen & Cooks. He was silent. He had no voice. The terror he felt, the fear and horror of being hanged stole his voice from his throat just as the noose would very soon break his neck, crush his larynx, steal his voice forever, and steal the life from his very handsome, very well-dressed, very cookable, very edible, very tempting and delicious muscular body. The Hangwomen & Cooks smiled cruelly again as they eagerly and hungrily anticipated very soon hanging him, cooking him, and eating him.
