As I nervously anticipated my impending, inevitable, and unavoidable fate and whimpered out of fear of very soon being HANGED, she would quickly re-read the order of execution but ask no follow-up questions that would allow me to delay my execution or back out of being HANGED:
“Chuck Roastt, you have broken my laws! You have been indicted, tried, convicted, and sentenced to DEATH BY HANGING, SO YOU ARE GOING TO BE HANGED! NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY OR DO, YOU ARE GOING TO BE HANGED!
"YOU WILL WEAR A WHITE COTTON, LONG-SLEEVED, BUTTON-DOWN, OXFORD CLOTH DRESS HANGING SHIRT AND A NECKTIE TIED TIGHTLY AROUND YOUR WAITING NECK WHEN YOU ARE HANGED! THE HANGING NECKTIE TIED TIGHTLY AROUND YOUR NECK WHEN YOU ARE HANGED IS SYMBOLIC OF THE NOOSE THAT IS ALSO TIED TIGHTLY AROUND YOUR NECK WHEN YOU ARE HANGED!
"WHEN YOU ARE HANGED, YOUR NECK WILL BREAK, AND YOU WILL BE TRANSFORMED FROM A HANDSOME, WELL-DRESSED YOUNG MAN INTO A LARGE, DELICIOUS-LOOKING, WELL-DRESSED PIECE OF MEAT HANGING FROM THE NOOSE!
"AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN GLORIOUSLY HANGED BY THE NECK UNTIL YOU HAVE BEEN LEGALLY EXECUTED, THAT IS, AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN HANGED BY THE NECK UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD, YOU WILL BE COOKED AND EATEN WHILE YOU ARE STILL WEARING THE SAME WHITE COTTON, LONG-SLEEVED, BUTTON-DOWN, OXFORD CLOTH DRESS HANGING SHIRT AND THE HANGING NECKTIE THAT YOU WERE WEARING WHEN YOU WERE HANGED!
"IT IS NOW MY JUDICIAL DUTY AND HONOR AS YOUR HANGWOMAN, AND MY HUNGRY PLEASURE AS THE FEMALE CANNIBAL WHO IS GOING TO COOK YOU AND EAT YOU AFTER I HAVE HANGED YOU, TO CARRY OUT THE ORDER OF EXECUTION AND HANG YOU!"
Then she would pretend pull the lever and hang me from the makeshift gallows that she had constructed specifically for my hanging.
https://www.capitalpunishmentuk.org/lebanon.jpgBefore she HANGED ME, we would carefully measure and verify the drop that I would receive so I wouldn’t actually be EXECUTED. My feet would just barely touch the floor after I dropped so my neck didn’t pop, but it would receive just enough of a tug to make the experience of being HANGED more realistic, more immediate, and more exciting for her … and for me.
I was hopelessly powerless when she HANGED ME. I was her victim. She was dominant over me, and she loved it. So did I.
My neck jerked just a tiny bit to simulate the fatally final intimate feeling of being HANGED. We both liked that very much! I can still recall the feeling OF BEING HANGED, and every time I remember, I am in Freak Meat Ecstasy. Even now, I cum a little as I write this story sitting at my desk and wearing a WHITE COTTON, LONG-SLEEVED, BUTTON-DOWN, OXFORD CLOTH DRESS HANGING SHIRT AND A HANGING NECKTIE TIED TIGHTLY AROUND MY NECK as I always do when I am at home! I AM IN MEAT NIRVANA!
I also always wear a WHITE COTTON, LONG-SLEEVED, BUTTON-DOWN, OXFORD CLOTH DRESS HANGING SHIRT AND A HANGING NECKTIE TIED TIGHTLY AROUND MY NECK when I am at work! I derive perverse pleasure from showing off my muscular build, and my hanging and cooking clothes!
When she HANGED ME, I would almost always cum in my pants. Sometimes, I would cum even before she HANGED ME! I could not resist the seductive power of that game, and I loved to play it. So did she. By HANGING ME, SHE GOT US BOTH OFF EXPLOSIVELY!
Sometimes as we played "THE GAME," I would pretend to be HANGED BUT NOT INSTANTLY EXECUTED WHEN SHE HANGED ME! BECAUSE I WAS NOT DEAD, I WOULD STRUGGLE AGAINST THE PAIN OF BEING HANGED AND HAVING MY NECK STRETCHED! I WOULD SPIN ON THE ROPE, CHOKE, SPIT, WHEEZE, AND TRY TO SOOTHE THE BURNING IN MY LUNGS BY TRYING TO SUCK IN AIR THAT WOULD NEVER COME BECAUSE I WAS BEING HANGED AND THE NOOSE THAT WAS TIGHT AROUND MY NECK WAS CHOKING ME!
My kinky, young HANGWOMAN & COOK & CANNIBAL loved my adlibbing! She would laugh, and cheer, and clap! As I struggled, she would torment and encourage me as I struggled as I hung by shouting, “HANG! YES, STRUGGLE AND HANG! YOU ARE MY MEAT, AND I CAN HARDLY WAIT ANY LONGER! YOU MUST HANG! IT DOESN’T MATTER TO ME IF YOU STRUGGLE WHEN YOU HANG OR NOT, YOU MUST STRETCH YOUR NECK AND HANG! HURRY UP AND FINISH BEING HANGED SO I CAN CUT YOU DOWN; CLAIM YOUR MEAT; RUSH YOU TO THE KITCHEN; PUT YOU ON THE RACK OF A LARGE, STAINLESS STEEL ROASTING PAN; POUR OLIVE OIL INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE PAN YOU SO THAT YOU WILL ROAST WELL; SPRINKLE HERBS AND SPICES ON YOU SO YOU SMELL GOOD AS YOU ROAST AND TASTE GOOD WHEN YOU ARE EATEN; COVER THE ROASTING PAN WITH A CLEAR PYREX LID SO I CAN LOVINGLY WATCH YOU AS YOU ROAST; SHOVE YOU IN A HOT, GLOWING, WAITING OVEN; CLOSE THE OVEN DOOR; COOK YOU SLOWLY FOR MANY HOURS UNTIL YOU ARE DELCIOUSLY DONE; AND EAT YOU!
“OH, YOU MUST HANG QUICKLY SO I CAN HONOROBLY COMPLETE MY LEGAL DUTY AS YOUR HANGWOMAN, PROFESSIONALLY COMPLETE MY JOB AS YOUR COOK, AND DELIGHTFULLY SATISFY MY INSTIABLE CANNIBAL HUNGER FOR MAN MEAT, FOR YOUR MEAT, FOR
YOU WHEN I EAT YOU! THE MORE YOU STRUGGLE, THE MORE DELICIOUS YOU LOOK, AND THE MORE I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO FINISH HANGING YOU SO I CAN COOK YOU AND EAT YOU, MEAT BOY! YUM!”
