Chuck Roastt did not sleep well that night. His rest was interrupted by nightmares of being executed and becoming someone's dinner. He was terrified by the impending reality of what was going to happen to him the following day. No matter what he said or did, he knew that we going to be hanged while he was wearing a white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie cinched tightly around his neck like a little noose, and then he was going to be cooked and eaten while he was still wearing the same delicious white shirt and tie that he had been wearing when he was hanged.
At 1000 the next day, Chuck Roastt was roused from his fitful sleep. He was greeted by Bonnie Cook, who was standing outside his cell along with several other women. They were all wearing white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirts and neckties, their special Hangwomen & Cooks’ uniforms. Their mouths were watering, and they all licked their lips as they thought about the delicious meat that they were going to enjoy eating ravenously and victoriously after they hanged him and cooked him. They knew it was going to be his meat that they were going to eat … and so did he. He cringed at the thought of becoming the main course at their dinner. The Hangwomen & Cooks were all staring at him longingly and hungrily because they were at their core cruel, dominatrix cannibals who were soon going to get a reward of fresh meat--his meat--after they hanged him and cooked him.
Chuck Roastt was even more uneasy because he realized that was no longer a man; he was just a commodity, a farm animal about to be slaughtered in his first step along the way to becoming meat, to becoming someone’s dinner.
The Hangwomen & Cooks were accompanied by the men who had abducted him, the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks. All of them were also wearing white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirts and neckties, their special Assistant Hangmen & Cooks’ uniforms. Their mouths were also watering, and they all licked their lips as they thought about the delicious meat that they were going to enjoy eating ravenously and victoriously after they helped the Hangwomen & Cooks hang him and cook him. The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks were also very relieved. They were off the hook--and off the cook, so to speak--at least for this meal. They were not going to hanged, cooked, and eaten by the Hangwomen & Cooks, who were focused--at least for now--on hanging, cooking, and eating Chuck Roastt.
The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks knew it was going to be the meat of Chuck Roastt that the Hangwomen & Cooks were soon going to enjoy eating … and again so did Chuck Roastt. He shook with terror even more at the thought. The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks were all staring at him longingly and hungrily because they were at their core slaves of the cruel, dominatrix cannibals. They also knew that they were soon going to get a reward for their loyalty, efficiency, and devotion to duty in helping the Hangwomen & Cooks hang and cook Chuck Roastt, a reward of fresh meat--his meat--after they helped the Hangwomen & Cooks hang him and cook him.
They knew it was going to be him that they would soon eat ... and again so did he. He cringed and cowered even more at the thought of being hanged just so he could become their dinner after he had been cooked. He was a man in his own eyes, but he was just meat to them, and he was afraid. He was very afraid because he knew that he was about to be hanged, cooked, and eaten, and he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do now was think about the gallows, the noose, the drop, and the oven that were in his future.
The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks were all staring at him longingly and hungrily because they were at their core the slaves of the dominatrix cannibals who knew that they had to execute the orders of the Hangwomen & Cooks swiftly, completely, and without question even if it meant mercilessly executing the delicious looking Chuck Roastt by helping to hang and cook him if they did not want to be hanged and cooked themselves. The Hangwomen & Cooks had forced them to become cannibals, too, to make them more willing and eager to help hang and cook Chuck Roastt so they could eat him. And they found that they loved the taste! They knew that they were soon going to get a reward of fresh meat--his meat--after they helped the Hangwomen & Cooks hang him and cook him.
Bonnie Cook ordered the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks to take him to a nearby shower and to roughly scrub him so that his skin would be clean and sterile, and ready to be cooked. They scrubbed him harshly to prove their dominance over him. In spite of knowing that he was about to be hanged, he was aroused. He got an erection, and ironically he felt good in spite of knowing that he was about to be hanged, cooked, and eaten. When the shower was complete, the Hangwomen & Cooks dried him. They were deliberately erotic in rubbing him dry, giving him one last special feeling before they hanged him because they knew that he would hang better, cook better, and taste better if he were hanged in a state of ecstasy. Even more aroused, his cock became rock hard, and a little hot, white, sweet molten man dribbled from his dick.
Then Bonnie Cook handed Chuck Roastt a new set of clothes for him to wear when he was hanged and cooked—a fresh white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, dress oxford cloth hanging shirt and the rest of his hanging clothes. Then she ordered the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks to dress him and prepare him for being hanged. His rock hard dick made a little tent in his pants, and he came a little more.
Bonnie Cook ordered the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks to pinion his hands behind his back and to securely tie his wrists together with a short length of strong 1/4 inch rope so that he could not fight back and avoid or at least delay being hanged. Although he knew that he was about to be hanged, he enjoyed the rough feeling of the rope on his wrists, and he came a little bit more.
Faced with soon being ultimately and inevitably hanged, Chuck Roastt protested, “But I have done nothing wrong! I have broken no laws! How can you in good conscience hang me?”
Bonnie Cook said, “That trivial detail does not matter! Whether you are guilty or not guilty is irrelevant! What is true or false is also irrelevant! The process has spoken and decided your fate! You have been legally and properly tried, convicted, and sentenced to death! You are going to be hanged! And we are going to hang you! Now!” She chuckled, “It’s as if Franz Kafka himself had written this script about your trial and punishment just so we could hang you, cook you, and eat you! And now, we shall!”
Chuck Roastt was paralyzed with fear and anxiety. He couldn't move. He cowered and said haltingly, "I'm afraid! I don't want to be hanged! I'm afraid and I don’t know what to do! I can't move! Help me! If you're going to hang me, I'll need your help!”
Bonnie Cook replied, “Oh, we'll help you get hanged, don’t worry! We are very hungry, and we know how to hang you so we can cook you and eat you! We know what we’re doing! We’ll show you the ropes!” Then she laughed hungrily. The other Hangwomen & Cooks and the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks laughed hungrily, too.
As Chuck Roastt whimpered and moaned about his inevitable fate, the execution procession formed. As Chief Hangwoman& Cook, Bonnie Cook was in the lead. The other Hangwomen & Cooks followed her. Behind them came Chuck Roastt surrounded by the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks, who grabbed him and held him tightly to guard him and prevent him from escaping or delaying his eventual and inevitable hanging. In spite of his knowing that he was about to be hanged, he liked feeling their strong hands through the rough-smooth texture of his white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt, his hanging and cooking shirt. They briskly marched Chuck Roastt to the gallows, forced him up the steps to the platform of the gallows, and placed him on the trapdoors beneath the noose. Chuck Roastt shook with fear and anxiety.
Bonnie Cook laughed and said, “See? I’m showing you the ropes just as I promised!” Then she put the noose over his head, pulled it down to his neck, and cinched it tight with the hangman’s knot in the sub-aural position behind the left angle of his jaw, the best placement for hanging him to ensure that his neck would break instantly when he was hanged. She read the order of execution.
"Chuck Roastt, you have been indicted, tried, convicted, and sentenced to death! We are going to hang you now! Are you ready to be hanged? If you are brave and reply in the positive that you are ready to be hanged, then I will make your death swift and sure! You will feel nothing when you are hanged! You will taste better when we eat you after we have cooked you if you act bravely in the face of being hanged!
"On the other hand, If you are a coward and reply in the negative that you are not ready to be hanged, that will indicate fear and a lack of cooperation, and I will change the position of the hangman's knot on your neck to make your death by hanging long, slow, and very painful because you will not taste as good when we eat you after we have cooked you! Therefore, I repeat, are you ready to be hanged?"
Given little choice, Chuck Roastt straightened up, threw his chest out, and declared as bravely as he could in the face of imminent death by hanging, "Yes, I am ready to be hanged!"
Before he had a chance to change his mind or say another word, she swiftly pulled the lever and mercilessly hanged him. She loved hanging men because they always put on a show that stoked her cruelty as their necks broke and they died. Chuck Roastt was not a disappointment. He bounced twice when he reached the end of his rope and did several seconds of noose-dancing before he went limp. Although she heard his neck break when she hanged him, and although she saw his head jerk swiftly back and to his right, she left him hanging with the noose around his neck for 60 minutes to ensure that he was really dead and ready to be cooked. Then the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks cut him down and placed him in a roasting pan resting on a nearby, heavy-duty kitchen cart.
The Hangwomen & Cooks wheeled the cart into the kitchen where the oven had been pre-heating. They shoved an apple in his mouth, poured olive oil on him, and seasoned him. Then they opened the oven door, shoved him in, shut the door, and cooked him. While he was cooking, the Hangwomen & Cooks opened the oven door several times, yanked him out, and basted him. To check to see if he was done, they poked him with a meat fork and used a meat thermometer. Several hours later when they judged that he had been thoroughly cooked, they opened the oven door, yanked him out, and placed the roasting pan on the kitchen cart.
They wheeled him into the dining hall where the heavy tables already set for the dinner that was to be him were waiting. The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks joined them. The Hangwomen & Cooks carved him and served him. The Hangwomen & Cooks along with the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks ate him with voracious and eager cannibal delight. And he tasted so good!
