Hanging Scenes - Part 3 ( nc, tort, hang, snuff, gyno, teen, humil, img )

"Kathleen, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your efforts! You're really giving me some good material, here."

"I just love how your tummy is twitching, how your ribs are trying to suck down some air, making your fat tits bump around!"
"And your cunt? Dripping sweat, girl cum and piss all at the same time, it's going to be just perfect on video!"

"I'll have to say, I didn't think you'd have it in you. When I told you that you were going to be the next snuffee for my Women in death throes series you just collapsed and started weeping, without even getting mad, so I thought you were gonna be one of those stupid bitches that just gurgle and die, they're really a waste, no interesting at all. I mean, ok, the chick is dead, so what? If she's not suffering for it, nobody's going to pay to see her being killed."

"However, you are marvelous, let me tell you this. I'm pretty excited myself, and I've seen hundred of women die just like you're dying now. I guess once the noose is tight around your neck, the adrenaline kicks in and the survival instinct comes out."
"Not that it can make any difference, how much you kick and fight, your pipes are shut for good and you'll get off that rope only as a corpse. But it surely makes for a good show. And I'm telling you, my hard-on is raging, right now. I'll fuck your dead body, as soon as I've recorded your last moment of life."

"And since you're so plump, I'm thinking of adding a bonus to the DVD of your death with a few shots taken in the kitchen, I'll probably cut you to pieces and cook you into a stew, I'm sure you'll be delicious with some roasted potatoes on the side. I really hope that your body will look as good when you're dead as it does now while you're suffering!"

"Wow! Look at your tongue becoming blue! I bet you're loosing sensitivity in your limbs, now. You know, this is the turning point: I could still save you, if I cut the rope. Would you like that, girl? Yeah, I bet you do."

"But I won't cut it, there's no way I could lose such a good show as this. Even more, there's nothing I'll get from you alive that I didn't already had, nothing that I can force out of you that I didn't already obtained in the past. And there's absolutely no more use for your 30 year old body other than suffering this last torture and die in pain for my entertainment and to raise money to buy some younger slaves."

"By the way, you probably should know that I'm selling your daughters as meat: I mean, you weren't that beautiful a slave so they're probably not going to be either. I don't want to risk any money to raise children that are not going to be good slaves (and by good, I mean good looking, of course, there's no other quality that matters for a slave, in my opinion)."

"Oh, you're slowing down. I think you've had it but in case you're still hearing my words, thanks again. It has been a fun execution and you've always been a good torture doll. I'm going to fuck your dead body before it cools down, so try not to shit yourself too much now, ok?"

"Good girl."

"Well, this one looks good! Why on Earth are you killing her, Frank?"

"You know that new law on progressive income tax, Joe? It seems that they're considering all your possessions to place you in the tax category! And to prevent them from taking up most of what I got from the crop, I have to downgrade my category, and that means getting rid of some property. This fucker here will sell for a hundred once she's dead but as long as she's alive she's still keeping me in the upper category! She's going to cost me almost ten thousands in taxes and I'm not having any of it! So, she's a goner, good only as a roast."

"She does look like a tasty piglet, yes. But why don't you sell her to me, I'll love to have her as bed warmer and to wake up with her nice lips around my shaft!"

"No can do, Joe! If I sell her alive, she's still going to figure as livestock and I'm still screwed. Instead if I kill her, I can file her as a loss and it will be all right. But if you want her body, once I've stretched her neck for good I'll be more than happy to make you a nice price."

"I'll think about it, it's not like I need more meat, I have my cows pushing out new calves every other week. I mean, with the rate those women pop kids, I'll have to hire another help just to groom them, so I decided to use most of these newborn girls as suckling pigs."

"If you don't want her, then I'll sell her carcass by the pound at discount rate: who will want to eat nigger's meat?"

"Well, meat is meat, my friend, once she's all butchered I guess you won't be able to tell if she was a British princess or the darkest whore in New Orleans! However I never said I didn't want her, I just don't need her as meat!"

"If you don't want to eat her, what do you need her for?"

"If you wanna know, I'll have her stuffed and I'll use her as furniture!"

"Furniture? Are you stupid or what? How can you make a furniture out of a human being?"

"Now, she's not a human being anymore, is she? But to answer your question, it's just a matter of logistic: after all, she won't be alive anymore so I can bend her limbs in otherwise unnatural directions and even reinforce her with a metal structure so that her small frame can hold large weights!"

"I'll be damn, Joe, you're weird. Not that I really care, as long as you pay. Here, she's almost dead now, let's discuss business and after you paid me for her body, I don't really want to know what you're going to do with her. Shit, I know for sure that Moe McMillian kills his breeding cows and fuck the dead slaves, can you imagine? It's gross enough when they're alive, being that they are almost real animals but doing the corpses scare the shit out of me! She could be the most beautiful woman in the world but once she's dead she's only good for meat, in my opinion."

"You've got a narrow mind, my friend, that's why you have to kill your slaves for tax reasons instead of doing it for pleasure and fun. Your loss, my gain, I suppose."

"Dad please..." Irene was scared like never before in her life, not that the plump 14yo girl ever felt any fear, she's been a pampered, spoiled only child all her life and never would have thought of finding herself in such a mess.

"Yes, Mark, this is outrageous and completely unnecessary!"

For a moment, Mark felt a shiver on his back, when Martha used that tone it meant that she was pissed and that could only mean trouble for him. But then, this time she was on the wrong end of the rope, literally, and he relaxed immediately.

"Ladies, ladies, there's no need to worry your pretty little heads over this. Everything is settled and decided and it's all right: you're providing tonight's entertainment while my *dear* sister-in-law will provide dinner."

"What have you done to Anne?" Martha couldn't believe her husband's words.

"Ah, I owned her option since last Christmas, when she defaulted on her rental videos. And that nice man at the store sold me her contract, knowing how much I wanted her on a carving platter. Best 2 grands I've ever spent in my whole life" Mark chuckled, glowing with pleasure remembering how he took his revenge over the hateful women, making her last few hours alive a real hell on Earth.

Then he looked his wife and smiled cruelly at her.
"I don't think you'll have any chance of talking to her anymore, Martha: she's been cooking in the oven for the last two hours and I'm pretty sure she must be dead by now"

"Oh god, poor little Annie" Martha whimpered.

He walked over to his bound wife and squeezed hard her boobs, looking in her eyes "She had a perfect body for the oven, just like you do."
She shivered at the thought of being cooked alive, not that hanging was any better of course.

He went on, still mauling her tit "And I can't wait to taste your pussy, my dear. If I had a little more of it while it was still on you, I'd probably have saved you. But since you were such a pain in my ass, I'll have yours rare, tomorrow, for my lunch."

"And you, my little *princess*! I've been fed up with your antics years ago. I'm just happy that you grew up to fill that bra so nicely before I killed you, so that your tits will be a good side to your mom's ass." And he proceeded to grope his daughter's body with greed and lust and hunger.

"Daddy, please, I'm your daughter... I don't want to die, not like this anyway..." Her whining had always worked on his resolve.

"My little girl! You know that I love you. But I won't save you, not this time. First, I won't regret the loss of all the trouble you've caused me. And then I've been waiting for years for you to be old enough to be raped and now I know for sure that you've just become sexually active, your mom told me last week that she found your panties smeared with sperm." He fondled her pussy, making her blush both with his hands and with his words.

"So I decided it was time to do you both and I converted you to slaves. Then I spread the word that I was arranging your demise around and that I would be selling tickets for this show."

"You can't imagine how many people easily agreed to pay 50 dollars just to watch you two die. Not to mention those who bought the right to fuck you or whip you."

His wife and daughter both cried out at that revelation.

"Ah yes, Didn't I mention that you were going to be tortured before being hanged? I guess I didn't..." He laughed at their despair.

"Yes, my poor angels, more than 40 people paid good money to be sure to witness your deaths or to participate in it. Like your good *friend* Alice, Martha, who paid 200 bucks to be the one to pull your trap open! Or your *friend* Natasha, Irene, who will be puncturing both you tits with a screwdriver. Apparently she's not over how you stole her last boyfriend, don't you think so, pumpkin?"

He playfully slapped her face, still finger-fucking her pussy around her skimpy bikini.

"Yes, in a few years you would have become a real bitch like your mom here. It's a good thing that we got you in time, kiddo, and that we're going to end your pointless life tonight before you can cause any serious trouble to me or to some good boy around the world."

"Daddy..."
"Mark..."

"Hush now, girl, the guest are starting to arrive. I guess this is a goodbye, I'll only hear you screaming from now on and I'm going to love any minute of it. Until I won't hear anything anymore, and I'll know that I have two blonde corpses ready to be butchered and cooked for tomorrow's lunch."