Within a few minutes, Kara Cook was joined by Julie Cook, Lance La Cuisiniere, and three other students from The Cook School--two other boys, brothers Henry and Albert Pierrepoint, and a girl, Cheryl Meisterchef, all of who were distant cousins of the Cooks. They were all wearing white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirts and neckties just as the other hangwomen and hangmen were, and just as Chuck Roastt was. Kara Cook greeted them warmly, whetting their appetites for hanging Chuck Roastt … and perhaps for something more, too, something delicious. “Are you ready to help me hang Chuck Roastt? He’s the nervous boy shaking with anticipation and fear as he stands anxiously by the noose waiting to be hanged.”
They replied, “Oh, yes! We see him! He looks so delicious wearing a white cotton long sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie tied tightly around his neck! Yes, we’ll help you hang him! We’ll eagerly help you hang him! We love to hang cute boys wearing white shirts and neckties! They look so good when they are hanged! The six of us should be able to hang him well quite easily!! Can we help you cook him and eat him, too, while he is still wearing the same delicious white shirt and necktie that he was wearing when he was hanged?
“We would be much more enthusiastic about hanging him and much happier to help you hang him if we knew that we could also participate in cooking him to a perfect doneness and share in eating his delicious meat! His bulging muscles are waiting for the unforgiving heat of the oven! He’ll cook very well! We can already smell him roasting! We’re licking our lips in anticipation of eating him after we have hanged him and cooked him! Our hungry mouths are watering! The thought of eating him causes us to drip saliva from our waiting lips! Our teeth want to bite through his white shirt and into him! He’ll taste so GOOD!”
Kara Cook smiled and said, “Well, we’re only pretending … right now … and we’re only concerned about pretending to hang him … right now … but, yes! Of course, you can help us pretend … right now … to cook him and eat him, too! In fact, I guarantee you a place at the table when we eat him after we hang him and cook him with your help! But remember, we’re only pretending to hang him … right now! Let’s begin!”
Just as she had last time, Kara Cook ordered, “Step up onto this crate so I can hang you!” And just as he had last time, Chuck Roastt obeyed. Because his hands were tied behind his back, he had a little difficulty maintaining his balance just as he had last time as he stepped up on the crate to be hanged, so Kara Cook steadied him. He said, "I love the feel of your hands touching me through the rough-smooth texture of my white cotton long-sleeved, button-down, oxford-cloth dress shirt, my hanging shirt." Kara Cook replied, "Oh, I love touching your hanging shirt, too, because your wearing it means that you are going to be hanged and that I am going to hang you!"
Ever the gentleman, especially because he knew that they were playing The Game and that he was facing only a mock-execution, Chuck Roastt said, “Thank you!” Kara Cook said, “You’re welcome!” She smiled widely and showed her straight, white, glistening, pointed teeth, the teeth that she used for biting and chewing. “I am delighted to help you get hanged so you can then be cooked and eaten!” Chuck Roastt took notice of her smile, but he did not understand what it meant for his very vulnerable neck and to his large, well-defined, cookable, and edible muscles. He did not what it meant to his life.
Then as she had before, Kara Cook bent down and picked up the 30-foot section of 5-strand hemp rope that already had a noose with a 6-coil hangman’s knot on the business end. Again, Chuck Roastt marveled at the kinky knowledge that she brought to their fantasy.
He said admiringly, "Not many girls know how to make a noose with a hangman's knot!! You can really make The Game come alive!" She said, "A deliciously ironic use of the word 'alive' because you are about to be hanged ... if only fictionally ... as we play our delightful and delicious game!"
He thought to himself, 'I love her! She can really play The Game to perfection!"
He could hardly wait to feel the rope around his neck and to feel her slide the hangman’s knot to tighten the noose around his eager neck. Even though he knew it was only a game, she was playing it so well that he felt like he was really going to be hanged, and he shook with fear and anxiety as a real victim would just before he was hanged especially because he knew that he was going to be cooked and eaten by cannibals after he had been hanged! It was exciting! He couldn’t wait to play more! He couldn’t wait to be hanged! It was arousing, and he knew that it would be even more arousing when he felt the rope around his neck, when he felt the noose being tightened around his neck just before he was hanged! Oh, Joy! Rapture! He could hardly wait to be hanged! It would feel so good! So final, so fatal, and so fantastic!
Again, Kara Cook threw the noose over a beam above their heads. Again, she had judged her throw so accurately that the noose came down right in front Chuck Roastt, just at the level of his head so he could see the noose and the hangman’s knot before him, forcing him to think about his imminent hanging! Again, he got a huge erection, but he didn’t worry at all because he loved this game! He might have been at least a little worried at this point seeing the noose just before him … but he wasn’t. He was turned on, and he had a giant erection straining to come. That’s all he cared about. He was completely unaware of her plans for him.
Just like last time, Kara Cook tightened his tie just as she had when they had first experimented with erotic asphyxiation. Just like last time, Chuck Roastt choked and coughed a bit from the pressure of the tie around his throat. She put the noose over his head, moved it down to his neck, and tightened it just above the collar of his white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, dress oxford cloth shirt, which was normally his school uniform shirt but had now become the shirt that he was going to be hanged, cooked, and ultimately eaten in. Again, Chuck Roastt came a little as he felt Kara Cook cinch the noose around his neck. He loved the exquisite pain and pleasure that came from his urethra when he did; t was like no other. He was transcendentally transported to Heaven when he came. She bent down and tied his ankles together, just like a real hangman—or as in this case, hangwoman—would do just before they hanged him. He came a little more. "Ah, such pleasure and pain!" he thought to himself. He shuddered a bit.
Again, Kara Cook straightened his necktie and emphasized, “You must look your best when you are hanged!” He gurgled his kinky approval and satisfaction. Again, she smoothed out the collar of his white cotton long-sleeved, button down, oxford cloth dress hanging shirt and said, “In fact, as I explained before, you must look good enough to eat, as the saying goes, when I hang you because I am going to cook you and eat you after I have hanged you!” She laughed, and he laughed, too, as he gave another ecstatic gurgle from his lips and ejaculated another spurt of hot, sweet, molten man from his rock-hard cock into his white pinpoint oxford cloth boxer shorts. And he felt great after he came even though he had a noose around his neck and was facing imminent execution!
Kara Cook, Julie Cook, Lance La Cuisiniere, and all the other hangwomen and hangmen suddenly pulled together hard on the other end of the rope. Together, this time they had success! Chuck Roastt was swiftly hoisted into the air! He was actually being hanged! And he loved it! He dangled from the noose, struggled, choked, coughed, fought for air that would not come to his desperately burning lungs , strained against the rope around his neck and at the rope that bound his hands behind his back, violently kicked his legs, and had a delightful orgasm! The hangwomen and hangmen, seeing Chuck Roastt dangle and struggle, also had delightful orgasms. As Chuck Roastt rhapsodized ecstatically about being cooked and eaten after he had been hanged, all of his hangwomen and hangmen dreamed longingly of cooking him and eating him!
