Celebrating with family is always a wonderful thing, also delicious.

Chapter Two: Celebratory Hanging

Jennifer's mother, Jenna, appeared from the kitchen in naught but an apron. Being married, her life was given to her husband, Jennifer's father, and he had declared that her mother had no need of clothing. By his right as her father he could have easily imposed this rule on Jennifer but had decided not too.

“Oh my gosh you're Red!” Jenna exclaimed in delight. She walked over and embraced her naked daughter. “I can't believe it honey, good for you!” Jennifer blushed, never good at receiving praise. “So,” her mother continued, “When are you going to report in?”

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. “I honestly don't know, a part of me is eager to get it over with but-”

“But another part of you wants to live?” Jennifer nodded and her mother smiled, “There's no shame in it but I didn't raise a coward, you won't try to run will you?”

Jennifer shook her head quickly. “No way, I'm not that selfish!” Becoming a Black Tag wasn't as simple as being on the run. Every adult female in the immediate family would be slaughtered in retaliation if the girl was found to be actively avoiding her impending slaughter.

“I thought so,” Jennifer almost recoiled when her mother kissed her full on the lips, then she reminded herself that she was a Meat Girl now, an animal, and this woman was no longer her mother. It still felt strange to be kissing her mother like this however. “Oh honey you're so beautiful.”

Just then the door opened and Jennifer's father, Albert, arrived home from work. “Oh my god it's actually happening,” he pulled out his phone and waved it in front of them, “My app went off when your tag went red, Jennifer I'm so proud!”

“Mum, what's going on?” Jessica looked at the staircase from which her younger sister, Abby, had descended. The girl was eighteen and fresh out of high school.

“Well Abby,” Jennifer felt her father turn her towards Abby, “You're getting a bigger room, Jennifer's number came up.” He indicated to her red tag and Abby looked a little shocked. Jennifer looked at Abby's tag, it had turned blue only recently.

“No way, sis,” Abby wrapped her arms around Jennifer, “I'll miss you.”

“We all will,” her father assured her, “But we'll save you the best cut, since you did so well your final exams.” Jennifer felt her father, or rather 'once father', run his finger between her slit. “We'll have to burn that hair off I think.” He slapped her butt and had her follow him into the kitchen. He had his family sit around the breakfast bar, his naked wife and Meat Girl daughter along with his youngest and soon to be only child.

“So when I got the alert on my app I called a few friends,” he suddenly stated, “We're going to have a barbecue.”

“But dad,” Jennifer protested, “I still have two weeks before you can snuff me without my consent?”

“I know honey don't worry,” he then looked to the girls mother and smiled, “We'll be roasting your mother.”

The two girls looked wide-eyed at their mother who seemed just as shocked. “Honey I'm a year out of date,” she explained, referring to the fact that she wasn't on the lottery any more due to turning thirty last year, “Nobody wants to eat me surely?”

“My love you're only thirty-one,” he reminded her, “Nobody will care, I bet more than a few of my friends have been wanting to sink their teeth into those tits of yours.” Jenna blushed, staring down at her mother's hefty boobs.

“Doesn't she have a choice?” Abby piped up, staring at her parents with confusion, “Like, can't she just say no?”

“No Abby I'm her husband,” Albert explained, “It should be her honour to feed her family, right dear?”

“Of course,” Jennifer watched as her mother stood up and took off her apron. Jennifer had seen her mother naked all her life but now it felt strange to be joining her in forced nudity.

“We have an hour to get things set up, I'd like to snuff you as entertainment for our guests but I'll let you choose the method if you-”

“Hang me,” Jenna cut in quickly. Jennifer was taken aback by her decisiveness on how she wanted to die. She looked to her father who was chuckling.

“Alright then my love,” he looked towards Abby who gave him a pitiable stare. The girl was still naïve and didn't grasp what an honour it was for a woman to give her life for the greater good and especially to feed her family. “Abby, go get some rope from the shed outside, we'll use a tree in the garden to hang your mother from it.”

“Dad I don't want mum to die,” the teenager sobbed.

Mother and father exchanged pitied looks. Jenna approached Abby so that she could hold her daughter in her arms. “Some day,” she said softly into Abby's ear, “I hope one day you'll understand how proud I am to do this.”

“Remember, I'm a woman, our lives mean little,” she added, “And you're both old enough now that you don't need me around,” she kissed Abby on the head and sent her to get the rope. “Don't mourn me, just enjoy my meat and I'll he as happy as can be.”

Abby left through the kitchen door, leaving Albert with his two Meat Girls. “Right then ladies,” he stood up and looked at Jennifer. “Sit on the table Jennifer, we'll see about that pussy hair of yours.” Jennifer nodded, eyeing her mothers bald sex. She obviously kept it short on her father's orders. From a tool drawer he produced a blowtorch and set it to a low flame.

Jennifer sat on the table, legs wide open for her father. He eyed her pussy hungrily, perhaps for pleasure and nourishment, but snapped out of it quickly. “Hold still,” he warned the Meat Girl, “I do this all the time, it won't hurt a bit if you don't move.”

Sure enough it didn't, yes there was a hot sensation but it was bearable and maybe even pleasant. The hairs burned away safely and quickly, leaving only the smell of burnt hair and a light smoking from her nether region. Jennifer gasped when he ran his hand over the now bald patch. Jennifer twitched her legs, making to close them but being stopped by his shoulders.

“Easy,” he said with a chuckle.

Jennifer blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. Fucking her father seemed so wrong but then remembered that she wasn't a human any more, or his daughter, and once again the mindset that been drilled into her throughout her short life told her to just let go of these taboos and enjoy what time she had left.

“Fuck him all you like, you're going to die soon anyway,” she told herself.

Abby came back in just as the blowtorch was put away. In her small hands she held a large length of rope which Albert took with a happy smile. “Good girl,” he told her, ruffling her short mop of hair, “Will you help daddy set it up?” Abby looked at her mother, who just smiled assuringly, so the girl nodded.

Together the entire family went out into the evening sun. A cool breeze had chased away the heat of the day and the sky was turning a warm shade of orange. It was a pleasant evening to watch her mother die. The two doomed females sat on the grass while Albert and Abby worked.

Jennifer wanted to be held by her mother one last time, so she moved her head onto her mother's lap and lay on the grass on her back. Jenna began to stroke her eldest daughters hair. “So when are you going to report in?” Jenna asked out of the blue.

“I'll just go when I feel like it,” she decided, “No real reason to rush it, I'd rather live before I die.”

“That's my girl,” she stroked her daughters arm gently, “Goodness, I wonder how Abby will cope living with your father, just the two of them.”

“They'll be fine,” Jennifer said hopefully, “She's such a tomboy, I bet they'll have a blast.”

“I'm just going to get the camera,” Albert had walked up to them. Jennifer looked at the tree and saw that Abby was tying the rope around the tree trunk while a well-made noose hung on the other end.

The reason for the camera was for more than just filming the snuff. If a man decided to snuff his wife or any one of his daughters, so long as they were of age, he was required to film it by law and send the video in as proof that he killed his wife legally. If a woman suddenly went missing with no proof to her slaughter it would count as murder and a waste of food. This was one of the crimes a man could be slaughtered for.

Of course the videos were all on a public database. Jennifer recalled watching her first snuff video at age twelve in school. It had scarred her at first to see the woman hang from the gallows but all throughout it their teacher kept on saying what a wonderful thing this woman was doing for Humanity.

They were told it was okay to be aroused by this, that it was okay to look forward to their own slaughter. That dying for Humanity was the best thing a woman could hope to do and there was nothing horrific about it. Since that day, Jennifer had developed what some would called a 'healthy' obsession with snuff.

Jennifer eyed the noose and then looked at her mother. “I want to be the one who tends to you while you go,” she said suddenly, earning at first a look of shock from her mother but then the woman smiled happily.

“That would be wonderful darling.”

At last all the preparations where complete and the first of the guests arrived. Every adult woman in attendance was naked, as was a tradition for barbecues. “Hi Jennifer,” the girl's aunt came and hugged her doomed niece, “Are you holding up okay, there's no shame in being scared?”

“I'm excited,” Jennifer readily admitted, “But tonight is about Mum, I'm going to be her Butcher.”

“I can think of no one better, your father maybe but you'd been training to be a Butcher in college right?” Jennifer nodded, “I suppose it's a shame you won't get to be one, at least you have tonight.”

Jennifer hugged her naked auntie once more before she went to see her sister. As the sun finally set the outdoor solar lamps came on, fully charged for the evening. The tree which her mother would soon hang from had a few surrounding it, giving the guests a good look at the naked woman who now stood upon a simple stool with her hands tied behind her back.

Unable to cover herself, doomed to die naked for the amusement of guests. The woman was humiliated but that only added to the excitement.

Jennifer stood beside her, both women naked before the crowd of friends and family. “Tonight we gather here to say farewell to my mother,” Jennifer began a traditional speech of thanks and respect for the Meat about to die, “Though I myself am destined to become Meat, it is my honour to still be regarded as her daughter and my pleasure to snuff her tonight.”

“For the good of Humanity!” Jennifer said loudly.

“For the good of Humanity!” her audience replied.

Jennifer turned to face her mother, stepping on the stool with her so that she could reach for the noose and slip it around her neck. She tightened it then stepped off the stool. “I love you so much,” she said quietly to her mother who just smiled lovingly down at her eldest daughter. Jennifer took a step back and put one foot on the stool, ready to kick it.

“Ready?” she asked her noosed mother who nodded. “Alright, goodbye mum.”

With a strong kick the stool was pushed aside. Jenna lowered only slightly, a painful grunt escaping her body as her short drop came to a sudden stop. Jennifer took a few steps back to admire her handy work. Her mother swung lazily on the noose, not yet panicking but more hanging with a happy smile.

Then her body began to demand air and the naked woman began to dance on the noose, earning cheers and claps from the gathered crowd. Her hefty breasts bounced as she convulsed, her long shapely legs kicked and her face began to turn blue ever so slowly.

Jennifer stood with Abby in front of her. She tried to turn away but Jennifer kept her head straight, it would most likely be her duty as a woman to die for Humanity so watching this now would get her used to the idea.

Soon though Jennifer had to let her go, the dance had begun and it was time to honour the Meat.

Jennifer, with practised hands, held her mother's legs steady before leaning in and planting her lips upon her mothers pussy. It was already moist and the daughter lapped up what juices she could before slipping her tongue between her mother's slit. A pained chocking sound was all she got but her twitching became slightly less frantic as pleasure overtook her dying body.

Jennifer wrapped her hands around the woman, clasping her fleshy butt in both hands so that she could push the woman into her face but being careful not lift by accident. She slipped her tongue in as deep as it would go, took her clitoris between her teeth and even scratched down her backside, doing everything she could to make sure the woman was feeling her ministrations.

The woman came and her juices gushed into her daughters waiting mouth. She took as much as she could manage before allowing the remainder to coat her face then drip down her naked body. Her mother's body was beginning to twitch much less and Jennifer stood back just in time for a stream of golden piss to run down her mother's legs.

“Not long now,” she said to her dying mum, “Thank you for the Meat, mother.” Not long later and the woman was hanging limp. Dead and ready to go on the spit.