Roasting Grotto
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill)
Chapter 02 "Dinner guests."
Ten hours and three thousand miles later Marsha had arrived at her new
destination. However she was completely unaware of the trip. A crowbar
tore open the lid and daylight flooded inside. Rough hands pulled Marsha's
body out. The ropes around her wrists and ankles were removed. Marsha was
carried over to a group of three women, all unconscious. A large length of
rope was tied around her wrists again and looped through a large metal D-
clip. A rope was lowered through a pulley with a hook on it's end. The hook
was inserted through the D-clip and two men pulled the rope to lift up the
four unconscious women three feet off the ground. There they were inspected
by various dinner guests.
Marsha still had her blindfold on. The other three women slowly awoke and
were looking around at the scene before them. One was sobbing uncontrollable
while the others were too stunned for words. Marsha was finally awaken by
something rubbing against her labia. She couldn't see but could hear the
conversation near her.
"Look dear, a new shipment. Ahh! This one is lovely. Marcus, reserve her
for us. I'll enjoy this juicy filet. Who is she?"
Marsha recognised the voice as male and upper-class. The man had an air of
snobbery about him.
"Let's see. Her name is Marsha. She's 29, married and 112 pounds. I'll make
sure they deliver her to your table Sir." said a female employee.
Marsha wondered if she was to be a guest. But her environment precluded that
notion. She felt naked, the sun and wind both tickled and nuzzled at her
soft skin. Her arms felt like dead-weights. She felt something like a
riding crop handle rubbing against her inner thigh and labia.
"Hmm. Darling, we'll need more than one. It's a large party. I like the
look of the dark haired sow beside her. She'll do fine. Marcus, is she still
available?"
"Yes Madam. Her name is Liz, 24 years old, 115 pounds and unmarried."
reported the employee.
"Thank you Marcus. I'm in the mood for a nice thick filet too. We'll take
them very rare on both as usual." said the snobbish wife.
After the trio moved on Marsha whispered to the woman beside her.
"Liz is it? ... Where are we?"
Liz took a few seconds to respond. "I don't know. But I think you'll be
glad you've got the blindfold on. It's not a pretty sight."
Before Marsha could answer a man came over and took the pulley rope. He
pulled on it and transported the women about thirty metres. The scent of
cooking meat entered Marsha's nostrils.
"Are we at a barbecue Liz?"
"Oh God, yes, we certainly are."
"Hi there sows." said a man. "Well Ms Edmunds. You won't be needing that
blindfold now ... there you are. Now you can study your eventual fate.
You've been given quite an honour. Our members are very selective about
who they choose for the Roasting Grotto. Your body will provide delicious
meat for our dining pleasure. Several of our members have already put in
requests for the choicer cuts and the head of our island has reserved your
cunt as his dinner tonight. So relax and enjoy the view."
Marsha screamed, but not at what the man had said, but at the scene before
her.
Up on a platform a young woman was being skewered. A pole ran from the
floor up through the woman's pussy and had exited through her mouth. The
woman was still conscious as she was wriggling on the spit. A man stood
beside her with a large knife and he proceeded to cut into her tummy.
Marsha gasped as the woman's internal organs were removed and kicked over
the edge of the platform.
Marsha turned her eyes down to avoid the scene only to see three woman on
spits rotating slowly over pits of hot coals. A man nearby was enjoying
himself with a beer and he was basting one of the women's bodies. Another
man walked in front of Marsha's view holding onto a woman's arm. She
watched as the woman was taken to a smaller platform. Tears were streaming
down the woman's face.
"Cannibals!" yelled Marsha. "They're Cannibals! Someone help me!"
"I'm sorry to say you'll have to wait your turn. As you can see, there's
quite a line ahead of you. But Liz here can keep you company. She's in
line before you so you'll be able to see her spited first."
Marsha looked at the man. "You're going to eat me?! This can't be real!"
"Oh, it's real Marsha ... and yes, you'll be roasted and eaten. But first
you have an appointment on the platform to be impaled and gutted. I'm sure
after watching the eleven sows ahead of you die this way, you'll get the
idea. Oh! Excuse my manners, this is Liz, Liz, say Hi to Marsha."
"We've already met." said Liz dryly. The man laughed and left.
Liz turned to Marsha. "Looks like we're both in the same boat. Sorry, my
voice is a little shaky."
"I think a shaky voice isn't a major concern here. Is this real? ... I
mean, how can they do this to us? ... to me. My husband ... nobody knows
where I am ... are they really going to eat us?!"
"I'm afraid so. I've been watching and it looks like they're killing four
girls an hour. I don't want to die this way Marsha. Not like this."
pleaded Liz.
"I'm suppose to be in Chicago giving a speech." replied Marsha. "Why is
this happening? Who are these people?"
"I don't know. But to them we're not women, we're meat for their tables.
They discussed what parts of me they intend to eat ... and they knew I
was listening. I hope the bastards choke on me!"
"I know ... I heard them. Its like we don't matter to them except as
things they own."
Both women went silent for a while. Marsha took stock of the situation.
Yesterday she had a loving husband, a good job and friends. Now she was
going to be butchered and roasted like an animal. And these people
were so relaxed about it. I'm just meat to be cooked like a roast chicken.
That man who was fondling me earlier was checking the thickness of my cunt
lips ... the way I'd check a pork roast for fat.
Four hours went by and another blood curdling scream snapped Marsha out
of her thoughts. She looked around for the source and saw another woman
being impaled. That's the tenth one they've done. She looked beside her
and only saw Liz. Two men came over to her and were releasing her from
her ropes. My God, thought Marsha. It'll be my turn next.
"Oh Liz!" called out Marsha.
Liz looked up at her friend. "I know Marsha, I know. Please don't look
when they impale me. It'll only make it worse for you."
Marsha watched as Liz's wrists were tied and she was led away. Liz looked
back. "Goodbye."
Tears rolled down Marsha's cheeks. She watched as Liz went onto a smaller
platform. She was held for a minute and was screaming. Marsha couldn't see
what they did to her. Then she was led up to the taller platform and made
to stand in position. A large spit projected up through the floor. A man
made sure the spit entered into Liz's vagina passage.
Then all of a sudden Liz screamed her last scream. The man beside her
laughed and Marsha quite clearly could hear him say, "Another pig on a
stick."
Marsha turned away as the spit exited out of Liz's mouth. A couple of
minutes later and Liz had been gutted and cleaned. Marsha turned back to
see two men carrying Liz between them on the spit. She was placed over a
pit and a chain connected to slowly rotate her.
Why did I ever go with that fucking bastard to her hotel room, thought
Marsha. All I wanted was a fling and this is how I'm punished?!
Marsha looked around at two men chatting and walking towards her. One
pointed at her and Marsha's stomach did a flip. She tried to shake her
arms but they were devoid of all strength. The two men arrived.
"Hi, you must be Marsha." said one of the men. He held her thighs while
the other man untied her rope and lowered her down to the ground. Blood
rushed back into Marsha's arms but they were too sore and tired to do
anything.
"Please. Just skip me ... they'll never notice ... I probably won't taste
very good ... I've always eaten junk food." stammered Marsha.
"Sorry Marsha, time to go."
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