Hanging Scenes - Part 2 ( nc, semi/reluct, ped, teen, preteen, hang, snuff, gyno, tort, humil, preg, img )

"Is she dead yet?" asked the man, sounding bored

"Yes, daddy, I think so. Angelica's feet just stopped moving. She probably didn't piss herself too much and we can't see it through the dress"
The little girl answering couldn't be more than 6 or 7 years old.

"Good. I'm not going to use hanging again, it's too damn slow for my tastes. You'll have your throat slitted when it's your time to be killed, next week."
She was a little disappointed, she liked how her sister suffered on the rope and she thought it was a beautiful way of being dispatched.

He disrobed. "Take her off the noose and hold her legs open, Flora. I want to fuck her dead body before you're going to cook her. She was so tiny it would have hurt her too much if I took her while she was alive. But I'm not going to pass over this chance."

She nodded and cut the rope, sliding the small girl down. Indeed she'd been a very small 4yo girl and her sister had no problem handling her dead body over to the bed.
While he was stroking his cock, prepping himself to fuck his daughter's limp body, he asked "What are you going to make me for dinner with your sister?"

She grunted, trying to keep the small body from slipping off the bed while her father was thrusting his cock into the small pussy. "I was thinking of boiling her into a good soup. She's way too small to be a nice roast and she just outgrew her toddler fat that make fried newborns so tasty. What do you think? Would you like a girl soup?"

He didn't answer, increasing his thrusting into his dead child's body, until he climaxed with a grunt. He pulled his cock out and sprayed both his deceased daughter as well as his living one and still panting, sat down.
"Yes, that's a good idea. You're a good chef, Flora, I'm going to miss your skills when you're dead. Maybe I could delay your execution for a couple more months until I find a good substitute and do your mom next week..."

Her eyes shone up. "Hmm, she'd be delicious roasted in the oven, daddy! She's sooo plump and my still unborn sister would make a fine addiction to her taste! We could take her out of her belly, grind her meat up with some onion and garlic and use it as stuffing for mom!" She was in delight at the mere thought.
"And I bet" she went on happily "that those big tits of her, so fat and so full of milk, will just melt on your tounge once they've cooked in the oven for a few hours!"
He watched his little girl with a hand under her short skirt and stroking her young pussy over her panties. She was really turned on at the idea of killing and cooking her own mother, it seemed.

He was smiling "Yes, that sounds like a good idea". He loved her mommy but the idea of this little girl opening the big pregnant belly of her mother, gutting her while she was still alive, and killing and grinding up her little sister to fill her mom up again, was incredibly exciting. "Why don't you go telling your mother that she's just been declared meat?"

"Really? Oh daddy, thank you!" She squeaked with glee and fled out of the room, shouting loudly "MOM! I'm going to cook you next week! I'm going to open up your belly..."

He laughed and cleaned his greasy cock on her dead daughter's pink dress, picking her up to bring her to the chicken, ready to become soup at the hands of his talented little chef.

Arianna walked slowly towards the looming noose. She knew that she had deserved her sentence but still she feared the punishment. She was only 12 years old and she didn't want to die, not painfully anyway and certainly not today.
Yet, that was exactly what was going to happen in just a few minutes: the noose would slowly stretch her neck and she was going to suffocate, her suffering drawn on for as long as possible.

She raised her bounded hands, took hold of the noose and, reaching out on her feet's ball, she put her head in it. Having to pull herself up was part of the humiliation in the punishment, she knew. As well as the leering crowd her dad invited to watch her last moments of life. she kept her eyes closed, hoping to ignore these people for as long as possible. Not that she could really do anything, with their voices shouting insults and comments at her since the moment she arrived on the platform.

Then she herd his voice, loud in the room, silencing all the others at once. "Arianna, you've been found masturbating for the third time while under strict orders of not touching your own body in any way."

The reproach in his tone was razor cold on her lingering hope of escaping her destiny.
"Your sentence will be to hang on a noose until death."
The crowd approved loudly.

"To add to your humiliation for this shameful behavior, it has been decided that you'll be strangled to death in the slowest manner possible in front of a large crowd..."
She knew that he would keep her suffering for hours and she accepted that. But she couldn't understand how these people felt elated at the idea of her being tortured.

"...and that two people at the time can come near you while you're suffocating and fondle you and undress you."
"Oh god" she thought "they're going to touch me?" She heard the smile in his father's words and understood that he wanted to completely crush her spirit.

He let the noise recede before continuing.
"After your death your body will be used and fucked by anyone who so wishes and then you'll become the main roast for our dinner tomorrow."
At least she was going to be dead for these last indignities.

"Do you understand your punishment? Do you have anything to add or any last word?" He was taunting her to plead to be spared some of his humiliation. And she knew that she couldn't let pride stop her, not now at least.

Crying softly and straining her muscle to keep her feet from slipping and starting her execution too early, she left out a small cry and answered "Yes, dad, I understand. I know that I shouldn't have touched this body, as it belongs to you and only you."
She was crying softly, feeling her sore thigh muscles hurting. And at the same time, the prospect of being tortured was exciting her, her pussy was getting wetter by the moment, as she neared the inevitable conclusion.

She continued explaining "I was half asleep and I didn't realize I was touching my pussy, I simply couldn't resist, I was dreaming of you fucking me."
It has been a wonderful dream, at least until she awoke in shackles.

"I know that I deserve to die for my crimes but please, PLEASE, don't torture me! Kill me quickly and then use my body but don't let me suffer! I'm your daughter, daddy, please...."

"Silence, tramp!" he shouted "You defiled my properties and attempted to extract your own pleasure from that body that should exist only for MY pleasure. You'll die suffering and your sisters will get a good lesson about what's in store for them if they continue to disobey me!"

With that, he pulled a button and the noose began to lift a little, strangling her and starting the longest hours of her brief life.

"Goodbye, Helen, you're almost done. I'm going to enjoy cooking you."
The nurse was looking the blond girl in the eyes but the other one didn't seem to be understanding her words, drooling and twitching on the end of a rope. Nor she was feeling the nurse groping her tits and her thighs harshly, gauging the quality of her meat.
Helen has been hanging there for the last 20 minutes while her sister Lisa was staring scared, knowing she'll be next.

The moment Helen released her bladder and a stream of piss went off along her legs, the nurse lost interest in her and slid her still jerking body further down the large gallows.
She then motioned to Lisa to climb the platform "Get ready up here, dear, your sister's almost gone and I want you kicking on the rope before she's completely still. It will add to your pain and thus to the taste of your meat seeing her dying out while feeling your own life dwindling away."

Lisa was crying, she had known the moment they've been sold to the hospital that with plump bodies like theirs the two sisters were going to end up as meat but she had hoped it to be a painless procedure.
Now instead, she was going to be tortured, strangled to death by this ruthless nurse who, at the moment, was stroking her sister's still alive pussy with nothing less than pure leer in the eyes: she was a sadist,
Lisa knew very well that she didn't need to have them killed in this painful way to use them for food, it was just to satisfy her cravings that she tortured the slaves. But they were only properties and the nurse had every right to do as she pleased. At least they weren't being used to test new painful drugs like some of the others...

"Now, my dear" continued the nurse "I'm going to untie your wrists because I want you to do something for me before you die." Her nice smile was foreboding of nothing good, Lisa thought.

"When I'll have you twitching at the end of your rope, you'll have to hold yourself up with your left hand and at the same time use your right to fuck my cunt."
Lisa was flabbergasted, the nurse didn't really expect her to be dragging on her own torture voluntarily, did she?

She did. "When I'll have orgasmed three time, I'll let you resume your dying. But if you don't cooperate with me, I'll cut your rope and I'll find a much worse way to kill you. And I assure you, there are lots of worse ways to die than a quick hanging".
Her cruel smile froze Lisa, she had no problem believing these words. So she nodded, agreeing to this other degradation.

"Good girl" she cooed, stroking her cheek with false affection.
Then the nurse placed the noose around her neck, tightened it up and with a knee on her lower back pushed her effortlessly off the platform.

Lisa started to strangle right away and the nurse pushed her own trousers down, untied Lisa's wrists and guided her right hand to her pussy saying "Get to work, deary, I'm dying (oops, that's you not me) to have an orgasm on your fingers." She chuckled cruelly at her 'mistake'.
Lisa felt her wet cunt and shivered from disgust but went to work nonetheless, lifting herself up with her left hand. She didn't want to risk being in more pain than this.

The nurse was groping Lisa's tits and pussy unceremoniously, pinching and stretching her without mercy. "They tell me that the death throes give wonderful sensations to one's pussy, let's hope you can give some to my pussy as well before dying."