Roasting Grotto
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill)
Chapter 03 "Preparation."
With her hands securely tied behind her back. The man took Marsha's wrists
in one hand and gripped her slender neck in the other. Marsha had no choice
but to go where the man wanted her to. However, in light that she was
probably going to die soon, Marsha decided to misbehave. She pulled
forward hoping to break free but only succeeded in causing herself to fall
to her knees.
"Come on Marsha, it's just a short walk." said the man lifting her off the
ground. He was use to the sows nervous behaviour just before slaughter.
Marsha felt the fingers on her neck stiffen. There was no chance she could
escape now. She was pushed forward past some of the already slaughtered meat
turning on their spits. A strong mix of fear and pleasure churned within her
belly. Marsha knew she was going to die, and from the look of it, not
pleasantly. However she felt she must try one more gambit before accepting
her final demise.
"Bastard!" she spat. "How would you feel if I was your wife or daughter?!"
Marsha expected an angry response. She expected a tightening on her neck
or even a slap across the face.
What she didn't expect the man to chuckled.
"Well, you could ask my wife ... but she's making dinner. In fact, that's
her to the right." said the man. Marsha looked where he indicated.
All she saw was three women on spits and a man checking the one closest
to them.
"You mean that MAN is your wife?!"
The man chuckled again. "No ... the blonde on the spit he's lifting."
The man was indeed lifting up the woman nearest her. He called out for
some help and a man shuffled over. Both men carried the blonde off to
the carving table.
Marsha was so stunned she hadn't even noticed the blonde was hiding her
friend from view.
"LIZ!" called out Marsha. However the golden brown skin, long metal spit
and slowly rotating body was evidence enough that Liz wasn't going to
respond.
Marsha broke down and started to sob. "Please, I don't want to die. Let
me go! I won't tell anyone about this place."
"Just relax Marsha. We can have you turning golden brown in no time. First
we have to core out your ass though. That makes the spit goes in easier."
Marsha took a few seconds before registering what the man had said. She
walked up the steps to the first platform. Waiting there was a man with
a large drill. Marsha looked at the drill bit and understood what was
meant by coring out. She freaked.
"What the fuck! What do you mean core out?! ... HELP!"
The man behind her slipped one arm behind her back and locked her arms
down. He reached down and slipped his free hand underneath her left knee
and pulled her leg up, at the same time he stood on her right foot and
put all his weight on it.
Marsha didn't even noticed the pain. She was petrified of the drill coming
towards her.
"That's it. Hold her steady .... NOW!" said the drill-man.
The drill screamed into life fluttering the air around it. The drill-man
pushed the hollow drill-bit against Marsha's asshole. The human tissue
was no match at all for the hard jagged metal. The drill sunk about an
inch and a half into Marsha's bum removing her sphincter muscle.
Marsha screamed. She had no time to even react before the drill had done
it's work against her body. Adrenaline flooded her body to keep her from
going in shock. All Marsha felt was a brief couple of seconds of pain and
then she was being pushed up the steps to the taller platform.
The drill-man removed the sphincter muscle and dropped it into a bucket.
Once the holes were cleaned and cooked, they'd be used as entrees.
Marsha wasn't and never would be aware of the fate of her asshole. She
had reached the top of the platform and was staring intently at the two
feet of metal spit as it pointed up from a hole in the floor. Marsha was
pushed towards it and made to kneel before it. Her ass stung and felt
like it was on fire.
"Now comes the fun part." said the man. "Lick it!"
Marsha didn't even think of not obeying. She reached forward, stuck her
tongue out and started to lick the spit. The metal felt hard and solid.
For thirty seconds the man watched as Marsha licked the device which was
going to snuff out her lifeforce in the next five minutes.
"My turn." said the man and he presented his cock to Marsha. She complied
by taken it into her mouth and fellating the last man she'd ever give a
blowjob to. The man watched as she bobbed her head up and down on his
shaft. It took a few minutes before Marsha was rewarded with a gashing of
hot white cum. She swallowed it, savouring it's salty taste and letting
it flow down the back of her throat. Marsha knelt there enjoying the sun,
the slight breeze from her left and the smell of semen near her nostrils.
She felt hands reach under her armpits and she was lifted onto her feet.
Marsha opened her eyes. She was pushed back to a large wooden pole. Her
wrists and elbows were tied behind the pole securing her to the spot.
Directly below her, the metal spit waited for it's next victim.
Tears rolled down Marsha's cheeks. The man pressed a toggle button and
the spit rose up slowly towards Marsha's gapping hole in her rear. The
man stop the point two inches inside Marsha's hole.
"Please don't kill me. Oh God! Pleasssse!" pleaded Marsha.
Ignoring her Marsha's executioner took a syringe and jabbed it into
Marsha's right nipple. Marsha squealed as half the contents were injected
into her body.
"AH! That hurts so much!" she gasped. The needle was withdrawn. Marsha's
right boob stun like someone had rubbed it with course sandpaper. The man
then pushed the needle into her left boob and forced the rest of the
serum in. Marsha gritted her teeth and was sobbing loudly when the needle
was again withdrawn.
"That will slow your heart and keep you alive longer." he said. The man
reached forward and lifted Marsha's chin up so she could look into his
eyes.
"It also contains a special fluid that keeps your tits nice and firm while
you roast."
Marsha stared at her executioner. She hated him with every ounce of her
being. The man laughed and pressed the toggle switch again. This forced
the spit to push four inches up Marsha's ass. The cold metal made Marsha
forget about her hatred of the man and gasp at the cold entry. She sucked
in air and was startled to see her executioner kicked her legs apart. She
slipped down further onto the spit.
Marsha squealed. She tried to regain her footing but her executioner had
lifted up both her legs. She looked down at his cock. It was hard and ready
to go. She realised he wanted a fuck before she died.
"No no. Please no." said Marsha shaking her head. The cold metal spit
pushed deeper into her bowels.
"Please. Leave me with some dignity." she pleaded.
"Don't be silly Marsha." said the man. "There's nothing dignified about
being cooked like a common animal. So what can it matter if I fuck you ...
who knows, maybe you can come and go at the same time." he laughed.
Before Marsha could plead again the man shoved his rigid cock into her
twat. Marsha cried as the man thrusted into her vagina. The cold metal
spike rubbed against her bowels causing pain and the man's cock forcing
pleasure.
The spit jumped two inches and Marsha realised it was moving upwards.
"Oh God. The spit is moving!" she howled.
"Yes," said the man. "It is. Very slowly. Once I've finished I'll make
it go a bit faster, shall I?"
Marsha didn't respond. The thrusting caused her to moan and shake as an
orgasm rushed over her body. The man came a few seconds afterwards. They
both sucked in air from their exertions. Marsha watched as the man reached
over and pressed the red button on the control pad. The spit started
moving more quickly up through her body.
"Well Marsha. I'm afraid it's time to finish spitting you. The chef is
ready and I've shot my load. The pole should reach your throat in about
sixty seconds. If you're still conscious you'll have a front row seat for
your gutting."
"I won't be alive for my gutting or when they cook me, will I? The pain,
it hurts so much."
"Hhhmmm, can't say for sure. Every girl is different."
With that said, the man dropped Marsha's legs. Marsha managed to get her
footing before slipping any further on the metal spit. It didn't matter.
The spit was pushing up past Marsha's heart and lungs into her throat.
"Tilt your head back Marsha and say ahh." said the man. Marsha obeyed.
Marsha was experiencing a shocking amount of pain already but when the
spit ripped into her throat she gurgled a huge amount of blood. The spit
exited out through her mouth covered in her blood and various organ fluids.
Remarkably, Marsha found she could still breath.
"You're probably wondering why you can still breath huh?!" said the man.
"The spit is made of a permeable material. Inside the spit is a small
oxygen tank. It keeps you alive even while you're cooking on the pit.
It's the latest invention here on the island."
The man took a large hunting knife. "Time to clean you up girl."
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