New Erotica Added.

It has been quite a while since we added any new content, we apologize. As you know, we write erotica for several websites, Gromets plaza, LUSH stories, BDSM library, and more. So far our works have been downloaded OVER 300,000 times!Wow. Many folks have asked for more, "Edgy' works, most sites will not print them. They fear public scorn, i guess. Well, we like writing them and apparently you like reading them, so below you will find several new works, designed for the "Darker" side of fesish. We DO NOT condone,promote, nor suggest in any way that you should try these, you should NOT. they are dark fantasy ONLY. Now, enjoy, and please comment.

DeeDee, A Tale of Self Sacrifice, or Revenge?

. I didn’t get much sleep last night, I spent most of it masturbating and thinking about what was going to happen today. Now, today was here. The fear that settled over me yesterday, like a blanket, was strangely gone. I was at peace with myself and whatever fate was in store for me. Last Friday night my girlfriend and lover, DeeDee and I were out on a date, something we do regularly. Our evenings out are pure bliss, we so enjoy a fine dinner, dancing, and an evening of passion that renders me completely spent. Our husbands are both completely aware of our romance and love for each other, and with their blessings, we are a loving couple. Both of us are very kink oriented, we swing with other men, and we love BDSM, piss play, latex clothing, messy play, anal toys and super high boots. Leather is our aphrodisiac, and we indulge it often. A recent passion that we have encountered is ball busting. We were exposed to it after Dee found that her husband had been cheating on her with his secretary. You see, although we both swing, our husbands are not allowed to; they are our Cuckolds and have decided to accommodate our desires and to live in chastity. Dee became enraged and threatened to leave him for his misdeeds. After many hours of crying; arguing, and begging, he begged her to render him unable to engage is sex, he wanted to be neutered, and in a most painful manner to atone for his infidelity. Taken by surprise, DeeDee stood there startled, not sure that she had heard what was really said. He repeated it, Dee stood there wide mouthed and agreed to his request. The negotiations continued and it was agreed that he would have his balls crushed by kicking, and that I would be the instrument of his destruction. I found this out later, somewhat to my amazement, when she asked me to be the instrument of his ruination. I thought she was nuts, but being kinky myself, I agreed. A night was selected; I arrived at their home wearing a black leather, wasp-waist corset and black leather, platform, thigh-high boots with a polished stainless steel slave collar. The air was so tense you could cut it with a spoon, I had no idea of what was to take place, and Dee seemed as much in a fog as I was. Bob was standing there, naked as a jaybird, except for a black leather bondage hood that was strapped and laced tightly to his head. After some small-talk to try and lessen the tension in the room, I asked him several times if he really wanted to go through with this, or if it was a vivid fantasy he was acting out. He kept saying, “Yes,” so I decided to go through with it. We finally stood him up, Dee held his hands behind his back and I took careful aim and kicked away, Bob’s balls flew up into his body cavity as the toe of my platform boot made contact. His screams were so loud I almost jumped as he doubled over in pain. Amazingly, he managed to smile at me and beg for more! I pulled my leg back once more and let it fly with all my might. As my boot made contact; I felt my legs getting wet, I was so hot that my pussy juice was dripping down my legs. I felt my heart racing in my chest; my face was flushed, and I was breathing rapidly, I was approaching orgasm! Bob was crying uncontrollably, but Dee managed to pull him upright again. I managed a total of five solid kicks hitting his balls, until he fell to the floor. Bob was doubled up in a fetal position, clutching his bright red, and rapidly swelling balls, crying and moaning incomprehensively from the pain. We got some ice and helped him to his bed; privately I hoped that he would not be too angry with me for taking his manhood away from him. I was right; he managed to thank me as he lay in bed crying and with his balls swollen to many times their normal size. Apparently, this left a similar feeling in Dee, after we put Bob to bed, we left the room and wound up in the spare bedroom together making wild love for the remainder of the night. Now, some two months later, Dee Dee feels some guilt and remorse about her ruination of her husband. Certainly, he is not upset with her, he has never been happier, and their marriage has once again become wonderfully fulfilling for them both, but the lingering guilt is still there. You see, on our date last Friday, she asked me to be the instrument of her punishment. She is to stand with her vagina exposed; her legs wide apart, in her own bedroom, with her hands secured. I am to stand before her, dressed in the same corset and thigh high boots that I wore to her husband’s ruination, and kick her vaginal opening as hard as I possibly can do. It is important to her that no manner of mercy is shown to her, I am to give the kick all the force that I can muster, and I agreed to do so. Then, she is to place herself on her back, on her bed. I will secure her legs apart and tie them to the corners of the bed. Her hands will be tied together on her stomach, and I am to take her leather riding crop and hit her labia as many times as it takes to render her into sub-space, or unconscious. I refused to do so at first request. We talked for a long time, she begged and begged for me to help her do her penance, and finally I agreed, but only if she in turn would do exactly the same things to me, and on the same night. This way; I am sharing her pain, and her penance, as you see, I too have crushed my own husband’s balls in a similar, and even more brutal ceremony with Dee’s help. But that is another tale. My love for Dee will not allow me to hurt her, but if I am to receive exactly and share the same punishment from her, it will be okay. So, here I stand, its 7:30PM, Wednesday evening. I am to leave for Dee’s home where we will begin our joint penance. I have chosen my best red satin and black- lace corset, my favorite black vinyl spike heel, platform boots that reach almost to my crotch. I have a studded leather neck corset laced to my neck, it is very tight, and fits from my shoulders to my jaw. Breathing is a bit difficult, but the sensation of my breath being controlled is driving me to near orgasm. As I only have a corset on, my tits and pussy are fully exposed, and I would have it no other way. This too is a self imposed part of my penance. Today at work, I received a dozen roses from Dee with a beautiful card that read, ”To my love and soul mate, our pain will be our freedom. Let me bathe in it with you as I shall show you no mercy, nor expect any.” I cried when I read it, I knew exactly what she meant. My angst is gone, my fear from yesterday also gone. I am resolute in my determination to see this through as I kiss my husband good-by and walk to my car. He is aware of my mission, and although he is reluctant to allow me to go, he recognizes that I have no other choice. The drive to Dee’s home is a short one, only a matter of minutes. As I pull into their driveway, I turn the car off and take a deep breath to settle myself. This is it, no backing out now; I see her face in the glass door, smiling at me. Another deep breath, a short walk to the house and I’m there. Dee opens the door with a huge smile. She is; as always, shockingly beautiful. Her jet-black hair, puffed up 80's style, with deep bangs cascading over her forehead. Tonight, she has bright pink streaked into it, and it’s amazingly sexy looking. Her neck is adorned with a wide, locking, stainless steel slave collar that I gave her for her last birthday. She has shoulder length black leather opera gloves on, and a pair of crotch high platform boots with a six inch stacked heel. These are the same ones she used when we gelded her husband. I love these boots; they excite me to no end, just seeing Dee wearing them. Her anticipation is so evident by her nipples, which are standing out like solid steel, hard and puffed with eagerness. Her body is otherwise unadorned; it is beautiful in its nakedness. We hug and exchange passionate kisses, my lover is with me now, all fears are gone, and I am hers. I thank her profusely for my roses, and the loving sentiment on the card. She only smiles, and takes me by the hand. Looking into my eyes, she says only, “My love, it’s time.” I squeeze her hand gently and follow her up the curved staircase to the master bedroom. There; in the master suite, the king size bed is covered with bright crimson satin sheets and pillow cases, how fitting, I think to myself. Luckily, her husband is not at home, his business has taken him away for three days, the house is ours. On the bed, I see two chromed steel chains attached to padded leather cuffs, one on each side of the foot of the bed. Lying on the pillow is a pink ball gag, and a pair of chrome handcuffs. Positioned in clear view is the wickedest instrument of all, the leather covered steel-shank riding crop. Its bite will become all too familiar to me in a very short time. Dee places me in front of the footboard of the bed; she motions for me to spread my legs far apart. I swallow hard and comply. Dee stands in front of me, poised with her legs at the ready. We had previously agreed that we would first complete our kicks, and then begin the cropping, with me being the first victim. I am sweating and shaking quite a bit. I can only dream of what is coming, it seems all like a dream that I am caught in, but it is not. This is happening. Dee better positions herself by raising her leg to my pussy and adjusting her stance for the perfect hit. I gulp and feel light headed, this is it. I resist the impulse to cover my pussy with my hands. I place them on my hips and await my punishment. Somehow, our eyes lock onto each others, I am no longer looking at her legs, I am transfixed by her smile. She purrs softly to me, “I love you, Lynn.” Then, it happens. I don’t see it coming. At the very instant that I hear my name, I feel the most unbelievable shot of pain I have ever experienced. I feel my legs rise off the ground and settle back down. My insides are on fire. I cannot speak; I stand there, half doubled over panting and choking. I clutch my stomach and feel faint. I see my urine running down my legs, I cannot control myself. Dee rushes to me; she grabs my body and helps me stand up. She kisses me and tells me of her undying love for me. I kiss her back, my pain is beyond my range of understanding, but my love for her is so amplified that it does not matter. I am regaining my composure; I shake my head affirmatively to show her I’m OK. “Thank you, my love.” I manage to get out in a shaky voice. Dee looks at me and softly says, “No mercy, please.” We again reposition ourselves, I gauge my striking distance, Dee stands there, legs spread wide apart, her hands placed on her hips, her body so obviously pre orgasmic that her face is turning red. I look down at my highly polished boot, the light from the chandelier is reflecting in it as I begin to glance upwards to Dee’s face. Our eyes lock in unsaid passion as I take my position to begin my duty. I let go with all the force I can muster, in a second, my boot takes it’s place squarely in her vaginal opening. I feel a ‘squish’ as it hits its mark. Dee moves upward as my foot propels her off of her feet, with a scream that could shake the glass in the windows. I have done my job, she is experiencing the pain she so desperately desired, and I am its messenger. I rush to her and steady her shaky body. She is obviously hurt, and badly so. Like me; her urine is flowing freely onto the floor, she is shaking and crying, trying to hold her crotch in an effort to mitigate the pain, but it is not to be. I put my arms around her and hold her tightly; I profess my love and my passion for her. Slowly, she is coming around, my kick has done its job, she is feeling her husband’s pain, and is so terribly happy. Soon, she is well enough to continue. She points to her bed, I know what to do. I lay on my back, legs apart. She takes the cuffs and places them on my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart and fastening the chains to the hooks concealed on the sides of the bed. Next, she takes the handcuffs and places them on my wrists, so I cannot interfere with her punishments. Dee orders me to open my mouth, and into it she places the pink rubber ball-gag, fastening the strap behind my head. I shake my head approvingly as she finishes. Dee then picks the riding crop up and tests it on her thigh, “Ouch,” she cries out. This is for my appreciation, I know it will hurt, but she is testing my resolve. “Remember, we said no mercy, right?” she said. I nod my head, “Yes.” The first hit causes my body to stiffen up, my back arched and every muscle firing at the same instant, this is so painful that I cannot manage to understand it. She repeats the strikes, one, two, three..... I begin to lose count as I start drifting off into sub space; the excruciating pain is now becoming a pleasure center. I am begining to climax, my orgasm is mind crushingly hard as I lay there, silently begging for it never to stop. The balance of my punishment is a blur; I remember nothing as I guess I drifted off to a deep sub space induced sleep. Quite some time later, I awoke, unchained with Dee lying by my side, holding me tightly. My pussy is screaming with pain, but my libido screaming even louder. She looks at me and asks if I can continue. I nod “Yes,” and with her help I manage to sit up. My labia are raw, and bright red, swollen to many times their size and my clitoris is likewise inflamed and raw. I manage to stand up, and without a word, Dee positions herself on the bed, in the puddle of wetness that I had deposited on her sheets. I cuff her legs, and finish her binding with the ball gag. I take up her crop and smile at her, no words said, I raise it to my shoulder as he closes her eyes and let go with my first strike. I guess I hit harder than she does, as she let out a blood curdling yell, and nearly ripped the chains of the bed. I stop for a minute to allow her to regain herself, she calms down and manages to moan a muffled, “More; don’t stop.” I oblige, my strikes are calculated, on the mark and increasingly strong in intensity. I don’t keep count; but eventually her begging for more ends, she is drifting into her own subspace and passes out, unresponsive. I end her punishment; her face, although racked with pain, is amazingly bright and almost smiling. I untie her, and take a blanket from the closet, put it over her and climb into bed with her, holding her, and sleeping the sleep of lovers. Our slumber was broken sharply, I feel a hand grab my neck and pull me to my knees. I wrestle to open my blurry eyes, only to see a black leather cloaked figure pulling DeeDee to her knees also. A heavy hand over my mouth and nose keeps me from screaming, I only manage a muffled “Umffff…” Looking into the mirror across from me, I see that the person holding me is a large man, dressed exactly like the man holding DeeDee, dressed in a form fitting black leather catsuit and hood, like the ones we play with during bondage games. He is wearing tall, heeled black riding boots and wearing a series of studded belts on his arms, legs, and torso. If I wasn’t scared to death, I would probably be cumming right now. They roughly stuff ball gags into our mouths, and handcuff our wrists behind our backs. “Not good,” I thought to myself. Dee and I are dragged down the stairs, and out of the front door to a van which is parked in the driveway, nothing about the van allows me to identify it, it is just black, and apparently new. The back doors of the van open and I immediately see what looks like a large, chain-link cage, like what you would use for a wild animal. The men open the cage door, and push us both inside, one on top of another, and then slam and lock the cage. The doors of the van close sharply, and the men start the truck and off we roar. I try my best to listen to what they are saying, but to no avail. The noise of the truck drowns it out. What seems like an hour later, I feel the van slowing, and being driven on a rough, dirt road. We stop a short distance further, and the rear doors are opened. We are pulled out of the van, and dragged by our necks into what looks like an ancient house, with tall gables, and spires everywhere. I have forgotten about my pain, now it’s all about pure fear, and adrenaline. We are pushed down the stairs to the cobble stone lined cellar. There, we are thrown into two ancient looking jail cells and left alone, after they pull our gags out of our mouths and uncuff our wrists. “Dee, are you alright?” “Yes, I think so, and you?” “Im okay, just scared shitless.” One of the guards returns, I shrink to the rear of the cell in terror. He simply throws a plastic bag of ice in to me, and one to DeeDee, then leaves. I immediately press it against my throbbing pussy, the pain is returning, the fear is subsiding, I guess. There are a few oil lamps on the walls of the cellar, there are no windows, so I have no idea of time, or if it is day or night. I have not eaten since yesterday at lunch time, so I start to feel it, I ask Dee if she is hungry too, she is starving, she tells me. Then, about an hour later, a guard brings us trays of food, nice, hot, and quite appetizing. Not bad for a strange jail, I think. Some time later, Dee and I are talking back and forth, trying to determine what has happened to us, are we going to be tortured, or what? I am frightened, Dee is shaking wildly she says, and cannot keep warm; she is still naked, from our games of last night. Then, the cellar door opens, we hear footsteps on the stone stairs, we see the two leather hooded guards, and then we see a group of six burly, black men, all hooded, and otherwise undressed. Then, I see the reason; they are all huge cocked studs. Each one is at least ten inches long and so thick… and they are not erect yet! One guard opens my cell door and then he and his assistant take me by the shoulders and pull me out of the cell and across the floor to a strange stand-like device. I am pushed over it; my legs are pulled wide apart and shackled tightly to the front of the stand. Next, a strap is pulled over my back and fastened to the top of the stand, upon which I am now laying. My hands are cuffed to the sides of the stand, and I am helpless. I can see out of the corner of my eye, that one guard has dipped the fingers of his heavy gauntlet glove into a can of grease, the fingers then find their way to my bottom, and my ass is lubed with his probing fingers, as is my pussy. I then see my lover, Dee being treated the same as I was. She too is dragged to her stand, pushed over it and fastened to it. Her tormentor lubes her tender ass and pussy, and we are left to look at each other, wordless. To my surprise, I then see the guards drop to their knees, and begin to suck the cocks of the six black studs hard. Amazing! I am turned on, even though I have no idea of my final fate. Once hard, the studs one by one begin to use us for their pleasures, I feel my ass and pussy invaded over and over, the cum is running down my legs as I orgasm over and over. Although I am a prisoner and kidnapped, I am having the time of my life! I see and hear my lover, Dee next to me, she too is being used and fucked so many times her babbling is not understandable. “Plug them,” I hear. My bliss is broken, I feel a huge butt plug being jammed into my ass, and it barely fits, even after so many fuckings. I can hear Dee moan out loud, I assume she has been given the same treatment. Then, I feel my pussy being touched by a tongue . . A guard is kneeling behind me, and starting to lick my pussy clean. There is so much cum flowing out, that he is choking on it. Amazingly, my pain from my beating is not an issue, my endorphins are in full rage, and I feel no pain. The guard is very talented, his ministrations last for nearly a half hour, my pussy is licked and licked, my clit exploding with pent up lust as I climax in his mouth, squirting a river as I cum. He never misses a beat, his mouth takes it all. If this is what being kidnapped is all about, take me every week! I think to myself. We are both untied, we stand up and the two guards that had licked us take our arms and lead us to the next room. It’s medieval torture chamber! I shrink in fear, this is not a game, I think to myself. DeeDee seems frightened to death, she is shaking and cannot talk, she only cries and stammers. I see her being pulled to as corner of the room. A rough, iron chain hangs from the ceiling. The guard attaches it to Dee’s slave collar, the present I had given to her. She is pulled tightly upwards. She is straining to keep o her toes. Then, I see him take an expanding cast iron “pear” from a table and begin to wind it up. He approaches Dee, and she is terror struck. Her BDSM play knowledge tells her exactly what this is, and it’s not a toy. He places it against her pussy and laughs, then, he pushes it all the way up into her, she cries out and cries even more. Then, he takes the screw on the end of the pear and begins to unwind it. The pear expands slowly as the screw is turned. Dee begins to cry uncontrollably. “No, it hurts too much, please stop it, I will do anything you want,” she screams. Unfazed, he continues to unwind it, larger and larger it grows. I can see her pubic area swelling from the expanding instrument of torture. Her screams only excite her torturer, he stops only when the pear will go no further. The guard that had been holding me so that I could see Dee’s plight takes me and pushes me against the wall, and quickly attaches my legs and wrists to iron manacles on the wall, I am unable to move, spread out in full extension of my arms and legs. Then, I see my guard bring an iron helmet toward me. It is split in half, and hinged on the top. He fits it to my head; only two small holes are in it for my eyes to see through, and a large mouth opening with a steel collar around the mouth hole. The helmet fits terribly tightly, hugging my face so well, like it was made for me. Then, I see the reason for the mouth hole and collar. He takes a pear, similar to the one jammed into Dee’s pussy, and slides it into the collar on my hood. The pear slides deep into my mouth, and fills it. Then, he begins to turn its screw, expanding it against my mouth and jaw. The pain is immediate and nearly unbearable. I have trouble breathing, my airway is nearly cut off, I wheeze and try to conserve my breaths, but I feel so light headed, I think I shall pass out. Unfortunately, I don’t, my agony goes unmitigated. I feel a very strange feeling, my pussy is alive with sensation. I am so very excited sexually, that I want to cum! My pain has become my pleasure, I feel so amped up that I want to fuck and fuck, my pussy is throbbing for release. Then, it happens, I orgasm spontaneously, over and over, three times in a row. Across the room, I see Dee, she is being approached by two hooded slaves, wheeling an iron maiden into the room, and placing it behind her. They open it up, and I see at once that this is the real thing. Both the back and front are lined with sharp, steel spikes and the crank to push the spikes inward is fully operational, as they test it twice. Then, Dee’s gag is removed, she is taken down from the chain that holds her up by her neck, and is roughly pushed backwards into the iron maiden. She tries in vein to resist, but to no avail. They push her back and then the door is pushed closed, and the heavy latches closed and bolted. Her screams are audible through the steel coffin, only her eyes can be seen through the small holes in the front of the headpiece. They speak volumes, she is in shock. I see my guard roll a platform in front of me, it is small, and has a sharp, polished steel, pointed rod on it pointing upwards. He positions it under my pussy, and telescopes it up, just touching my labia. I know exactly what this is, I am to be spitted alive, and the rod is to be pushed through my body until it exits through my mouth. He then smiles at me, and pushes the rod upwards a few more inches, until it is fully inside of my pussy. I can feel the sharp point of the wide steel rod against my cervix, it fills me with pressure on the walls of my pussy that is starting to drive me crazy, this instrument of my fate is turning me on, I want desperately to fuck the rod, and I begin to try and move up and down against it. The cold steel rod pushes against my clit, my pleasure is only amplified by the sharp sting every time it hits my cervix. Do I dare go harder, and impale myself? I can hear Dee’s muffled screams as the guard slowly tightens the screws on the iron maiden, turning the sharp spikes inward, pushing against her tender flesh. I can only hope that they are merciful with her, and end her agony quickly, if they are determined to finish her. But then they both stop abruptly. The guards stand upright and look toward the door, then 2 blonde figures holding hands enter. I strain to look at who they are, then it hits me, they are our husbands! They are both dressed in matching pink sissy-maid outfits with large hoop skirts and yards of lace and ruffles. They are wearing; long, seductive looking blonde wigs, high heel platform shoes and lots of makeup, they look amazing. I see through my bindings that their balls are surrounded by thin chrome chain, and large weights are hanging from them, distending their testicles to nearly three times their length. Their cocks are rigid from the steel tubs that are inserted into their urethras, making them forever erect. They put their arms around each other and kiss passionately for a long time; they are making love to each other as we watch! Finally parting, my husband walks toward me smiling, “Oh, I see you and your lover, Dee are having fun, my dear. Can I do anything for you? I truly owe you a debt of gratitude, since you destroyed my balls; I have found my true purpose in life, to be a loving eunuch of Dee’s hubby. I was so happy to see that you two spent the night punishing each other so beautifully, The camera in the bedroom was so well placed, we enjoyed every second of your mutual torture.” “You were watching us?” I asked. “Of course, my love, we saw every second. Unfortunately, you both lacked sufficient pain and suffering of your pussies, so, we will finish the job for you, isn’t that nice of us?”

Everybody Loves Hot Food.

They say that revenge is sweetest when served cold, personally, I like hot food.... Her family had been responsible for the ruination of my ancestors; their actions were calculated and callous. They enjoyed the game that wound up destroying them. Their eldest daughter, Lisa was beautiful, she was the epitome of a society girl, she grew up with every advantage and the best schooling money could buy. She was getting married in just two weeks, and through my own devices, I had been employed as the head chef of the exclusive catering house, Dolcett Catering. The affair was to be the society event of the year, and I would see to it that the food was, well, special.... For the last two months, I had befriended their younger daughter, Wendy. She is strikingly beautiful, blonde, tall, thin, with big, fluid blue eyes, and a smile that radiates sex. At 24 years of age, she was at the pinnacle of her sexuality. I had made sure that she was introduced to every sexual perversion that I could imagine, and she followed my lead like a trained dog. Nothing was off her charts. I had mentioned some very Dark fantasies, and she only seemed to be more excited by them, so my plan should be easy to carry out. Wendy was the polar opposite of her older sister, Lisa. She flaunted her steaming sensuality, I got her interested in wearing the most erotic fetish clothing I could imagine, and she took to it like a duck to water. Just two days ago, she appeared at my house wearing a skin tight pink latex catsuit, with attached gloves, feet, and open faced hood. Her legs were so beautifully covered with near crotch-high black vinyl boots sporting a 2 inch platform and nearly 7 inch heels. Her waist bore a wide, cincher belt that drew her already tiny waist down to only 18 inches. When I saw a bulge under the crotch zipper of her suit, I asked her what it was, she proudly opened the zipper, exposing the end of what she was impaled with. It was a 10 inch long dildo made of silicon rubber, and heavily ribbed. She made sure to pull it out and push it back in several times as I watched her moan in ecstacy. We spent the rest of the day and evening engaging in every sexual perversion I could imagine, even when I needed to go to the bathroom, she willingly opened her mouth wide and took my piss down her throat, so as not to waste it in a toilet. It was time to get her used to my passion, her pain. I took her into the den and showed her a noose made of soft, bright red, silky rope that hung from the ceiling. She looked both scared, and strangely excited at the prospects it posed. She asked, “What is that for?” I smiled and said, “Your neck, my dear.” Without hesitation, I opened the noose up and held it at her head’s height. She walked forward and placed her head fully into it. I could see her flushed passions igniting. I pulled the free end of the rope, tightening the noose around her tender flesh. She let out a soft ‘OOOH” as it hit its mark. “Give me your hands, my love,” I asked. She placed her latex covered hands dutifully behind her back, clasping them together. I took a pair of handcuffs off the table nearby and clicked them onto her wrists, there was no complaint, nor words spoken. I then placed a small wooden box in front of her. “Step up, my love,” I asked. Holding her for stability, she stepped onto the box and steadied herself. The box was only about a foot high, and about a foot and a half wide. I took the free end of the rope and again tightened it so that the noose would be pulling slightly on her neck. She moaned softly as it reached its desired tension. I let her go, and stood back to watch her beauty as she stood so still, not knowing what was to come. My excitement was rousingly obvious, my cock was swelling and begged to be satisfied. Standing in front of her, I could only think of her beauty, not her ultimate fate. I began to pleasure myself as she looked at me, her willingness to satisfy, obvious as always. “Master, what would you have of me?” she asked. “How may I please you?” “Wendy, it would please me greatly if you would kick the box out from under you and step off of it, hanging by your tender neck.” I softly asked. “Yes, master.” she replied. Immediately, Wendy did as asked, she took a deep breath, smiled at me lovingly, and stepped from the box, kicking it away as she slipped downward. I had pretied a knot into the noose so that it would tighten a bit, but not enough to cause real harm to her, at least, not this time. She swung there, inched from the floor, in an agony so erotic that I could see her passions ignite like a five- alarm fire. My cock grew instantly; her torment was driving me to unknown heights of arousal. I allow her to swing for about a minute; she was starting to weaken, so I let her down, cradled her in my arms and kissed her so passionately and with all the erotic lust that was within me. Then, my inner voices said to me, “She’s ready.” You see, I am going to cook her for the main course dinner and fed her to her family, unknown to them, of course.....For my added pleasure, she will obviously not know that she is to be cooked, or that she is to be executed in a most horrific, and pleasurable way. . . . For me! The big day was almost here, tomorrow the wedding of the year is happening, and it’s time to get things started. I waited until the kitchen was empty, and sent a text message to her asking her to meet me. At once, she shot back her reply, YES, as I had expected. I then texted her with details of an erotic evening that I had planned for her and to dress accordingly. “ YES” was my reply. Good, all is in motion. Wendy arrived about an hour later, looking radiant as always. She had chosen a very small pleated school girl skirt and a white, sheer tie top, with a pair of platform fuck-me-heels, my favorite kind of outfit. Too bad, she wouldn’t be wearing it too long. I took her in my arms and kissed and fondled her, just to set the mood. I then offered her a glass of fine wine from the catering halls own cellar. She accepted it and drank to my health. How ironic, indeed. She had no way of knowing, but I had added just enough scopolamine to put her into a dream like state, free of fear, but still very awake. It worked quickly, within 20 minutes she was very relaxed, a bit tired, and no longer in control of herself .I ordered her to bend over the serving counter, she did so at once, and her lack of panties let me see the target of my lust. I dropped my pants and jammed my rock hard cock into her very wet and tight pussy. I pumped away for nearly 20 minutes, until I shot my load into her hot and slippery pussy for the last time. She then took her normal position on her knees and sucked my cock clean. Oh, I’ll miss this one for sure, I thought. I then told her to stand up and take all her clothes off; she did in seconds with no prompting needed. “Can you show me around the kitchen?” she asked. “I am so curious about the way you prepare your foods girls.” A bit amazed, I said yes and walked her from side to side of the kitchen. I showed her the horizontal spitting area, the vertical slide-down spit, the boiling station, the electric cooking chair, and finally the all glass oven, the kitchen’s most special item. The Broil-a Matic is all glass, about 3 feet by 4 feet, with a glass cooking tray on a slide built in. It is the deluxe model, with excellent temperature control. It can handle a full cook in as little as 45 minutes, or can be extended to almost 2 hours, if desired. I could see her excitement as she ran her hands over the glass sides and door. “How would you prepare me, if I were a food girl?” she chuckled. I explained that she would first have had to taken at least 3 enemas first, then a good scrubbing and full body shave. She would then be oiled form head to toe with the finest olive oil and then allowed to lie in the tray as she was tied and bound, to prevent second thoughts and attempted escape. Little did she know that this was closer to the truth than she realized, but all was going so well. “Well, I did take my enemas, like you always demand, before we meet, and my pussy is shaved clean, like you demand.” she answered with a laugh. I chuckled along with her and asked if she wanted to see more. “Maybe you would like to try out the vertical spit; it’s the thrill of a lifetime!” I laughed. “No, but can we play with this for a while? I would like to be prepared and feel what it must be like to be willingly roasted in this terribly erotic oven, with everyone looking at me.” I gulped hard... did she know that this was not going to be playtime? I walked to the shelves and took a gallon can of olive oil from them and returned to her. “Sure you want to do this?” I asked. “OH, yes!” she replied at once. I slid the glass tray out of the oven and let it stand there in the air. I took the oil and started to oil her from her head to her toes. She stood completely still, but had her fingers plated in her pussy much of the time. She was climaxing already. I left her head for last; her body was glistening from the fine oil. I took a handful and rubbed it into her beautiful blonde hair, slicking it down to her scalp. I massaged her face with a full handful of oil, and she was now fully oiled. “Into the tray, food girl!” I commanded. I took her hand and helped her climb in to the tray, her excitement was so obvious, her nipples were like rocks, her pussy gleaming wet and dripping. I helped her to lie down, I instructed her to pull her legs upwards to her thighs, and I fastened them together with strong fiberglass bands we have for such occasions. She was amazing, so calm and so excited. If only she knew what was to come next. I placed her hands in front of her tummy and tied a strong cord around them with several turns. She moaned with delight as the knot was pulled tight. “See, that’s what we do,” I replied. “But, what is that steel band for, next to my head?” she asked. “That locks around the neck, so that she can’t get loose, in case she starts to panic. It also is the interlock for the oven; it won’t start without it being closed.” I answered. “Well shouldn’t it be closed?” she asked. “I want to feel the whole experience,” she said. “The whole experience?” I asked her. “What do you mean?” “Well, can’t we slide me in, and just put the heat on for a short while, so I can feel the sensations begin?” My cock grew to rock hard; this was going to be easier than I had dreamed. I thought that I would need to hog tie her, and knock her out first... But this... “How hot can you make it, and still be safe?” she asked. Chuckling to myself, I answered,” I guess about 140* or so will be safe.” Her hands were busy with her clit, she was climaxing over and over as we talked. I almost felt sorry for her. “Ok, let’s go for it, but only to 140*, OK?” I replied. She shook her head yes as she came again. I took the oil and poured some more over her body, and head. I took the stainless steel band and clipped it over her neck, effectively keeping her motionless. “Ready?” I asked. “YES, PLEASE!” she cried out. I slid the tray into the oven and set the controls for 350*, with a long pause at 140*, just to make her happy. I want to keep her in the dark about her fate until the last minute; this suits my sense of revenge so well. I pulled a stool up next to the oven and sat down, the show was about to begin. ALTERNATE ENDING. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The temperature control and the thermometer are not visible to the occupant of the oven, for obvious reasons. I looked at the gauge, it was 90* inside the glass cooker. “How are you doing?” I asked. “Its 90 degrees, the temperature is starting to rise now.” “Great, this is so exciting, just like being a food girl.” She exclaimed. I could see that she was enjoying the ride, she was so beautiful, lying there in her oil filled tray, coated so slick and sexy looking, oh, if I could only fuck her once more, I thought. Her hands were still furiously manipulating her clit, and her orgasm seemed to be endless. Several minutes later, the slow rise of the oven had brought it to 110*. I could see that sweat was forming on her body, she was still Okay, but feeling the first effects of the heat. She was smiling at me, “What’s the temperature now?” she asked. “110*, are you doing Ok, Wendy?” I questioned. “Oh, yes, it’s really getting warm, I feel the heat now, this is so erotic, it’s like I’m really being cooked.” She answered. “OK, keep up the good work, you are doing great!” I reassured her. Oh, if she only knew. Fifteen minutes later, I saw that the temperature was at 127*, Wendy was sweating profusely, her face was bright red, and her breathing seemed to be a bit labored, the heat was now getting to her, and her masturbation had stopped. Her chest was moving up and down more animatedly that normal, I think she was getting scared. “Wendy, my love, are you doing Okay? It’s 127* in there, you have 13 more degrees to go, can you make it?” I asked. “Yes, I am Okay, it’s very hot, and breathing is difficult, but I want to feel it all, please don’t turn it off, I want to make the 140, please.” She said in a low voice, “It’s difficult to talk, my mouth is so dry and my tummy hurts now.” She had been in there for nearly an hour, the slowest that the cooker could be set for, and she was starting to feel it. Her tummy was cooking inside, the liquid in her stomach was cooking her from the inside, but I did not say anything, I just smiled and shook my head, “OK.” I pressed the rapid increase button, the temperature would hit 140* in just a few minutes. Less than five minutes later, I saw the gauge hit 140, Wendy was having trouble breathing, her body was turning a bright red, her eyes looked glassed over and she was not able to speak except in a very low, halting voice. The sweat was pouring from every inch of her beautiful body, her breasts had begun to leak milk as they became visibly enlarged due to the fluid expansion within. “Wendy, my love, its 140* now, you have reached your goal, are you Okay?” I asked in a mock sincerity. From now on, it’s not playtime, she will be cooked and served to her sisters guests. I looked at the gauge again, it had reached 155* and was climbing quickly. Wendy smiled at me shallowly and spoke in a soft voice, “Yes, my love, I am fine, may I please stay here until I am finished cooking?” My spine chilled at once; did she know what was happening to her all the time? Why did she allow me to do this? I felt panicky and frightened. ‘WHAT?” I screamed. “My love, I have known all the time that you were going to cook and serve me to my sister at the wedding, I know that my family ruined yours, and that we have never acknowledged or shown any remorse for your being victimized. I am willing to be that recompense for you. I fell in love with you the first minute we met, I cannot lie about that. There is no one that I would rather be taken by than you, our love and time together has been the best time of my life, and now, please take it from as my gift to you.” “When you invited me to your house, and I wore my pink latex catsuit, I willingly stepped onto the box to hang, I believed that you were intending to finish me that very day, and I was willing to let you. That is why I stepped off the box and swung for you. Since then, I have been in a constant state of arousal, anticipating when you would decide to finish me. Now, here today, I am fulfilling nor only your desires, but my wish as well. When I lay in this tray, I knew it was the end, so please allow me my desires.” Pure panic set in, I was destroying the woman I love, and for nothing but an old grudge. I hit the STOP button on the oven, the temperature gauge was now at 160*. Wendy was drifting off into her final sleep. I grabbed the door and ripped it open, and pulled the hot tray out of the glass cooker, burning my hands in the process. I grabbed a pot of cold water and slowly poured it over her bright red skin. I ripped the neck brace off of her and pulled the leg bands apart. I cradled her in my arms and lifted her sizzling body up and paced her on a nearby table. I poured more cold water on her, and gave her water to slowly sip. Slowly, she began to rally. Her hugely enlarged breasts were still pouring milk down her body; her face was swollen and bright red, as was the rest of her body. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her lips tenderly. She opened her eyes and with a low voice said, “Are you going to serve me up now? I’m ready for you to start cutting.” “No, my darling, I will never harm you again, I love you with all my heart, I am going to marry you if you will have me. Please forgive me.” She smiled and sat upright, her bright red skin looked like terrible Florida sunburn. Smiling, she said, “Only if we can get one of these ovens for our house.”

I Awoke Choking.

I awoke choking, bleary eyed, and unable to breathe well, I was in a full panic, the pain in my throat was beyond belief, I had an oxygen mask on my face, and a monitor beeping away on the table next to me. I had absolutely no idea where I was. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks... was I alive? Was this all a dream? My heart was racing so hard it felt like I was going to jump out of my chest. I tried in vein to move, but I could not. I was unable to move any part of my body, was I paralyzed? . . . No, I thought for a second , looking around. I was strapped to the bed by all four corners, and my chest, neck, and abdomen. I was completely unable to move. Panic was now even more pronounced. I was alive, you don’t get strapped down when you are dead, right? I guess not, anyway. I began to clear my mind, I had been at a bar, and walked in the rain to my car but never got there, I was attacked... yeah, right . . . I recall that alright. My scarf!, That’s right, he took my pink silk scarf and wrapped it around my neck and strangled me with it after I begged him to allow me to die in a way that I would like, my fetish for the macabre had taken over. You see, I have an abiding desire for the dark side of fetish, my love of the strange, strangling, live burial, sinking in mud, all get me absolutely nuts. Sure, I have had boyfriends that played S&M games with me, but it was never good enough, I crave for the real thing. I remember him grabbing me, putting a knife to my neck and drawing blood while I tried to scream. I was so frightened, and so turned on by him that I wet myself, flooding my already soaked jeans with my pee, followed immediately by the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced. I had managed to eek out a few words that stopped him for a second, guess I shocked him. When I begged to be allowed to enjoy my fate, I remember begging him to let me suck his huge cock that had been pressed against my backside while he held me so tightly. I remember his fondling my soaking wet tight leather jeans, and pinching my nipples through my sheer blouse. Yeah, it’s all coming back now . . . I remember that my knees were in a puddle of muddy water as I sucked his cock dry, feasting on my last meal. Then, I recall standing up, kissing him tenderly, looking into his eyes and saying, “Take me, I’m yours.” Then, I recall offering him the long, pink, silk scarf that I had on my neck, and standing there, with my back to him, motionless, near orgasm as he wrapped it around my neck and tightened it until all went black . . . I’m ALIVE! Now where the hell am I? Footsteps . . . is that footsteps? YES! . . . I saw my door open, in walks a man in a doctor’s coat carrying a stethoscope. Wait a minute . . . it’s HIM! “Well, good afternoon, Lynn. I see that you are back with us, that’s wonderful.” he said so politely. In the next ten seconds I must have blurted out about a hundred questions. He put his finger to my lips and simply said, “Hush, my love.” Hmm, my leather jeans are bone dry, my blouse is dry and pressed, my hair is brushed out and I feel so clean and fresh... I must have been here for some time. I’m still fully dressed, so that’s good, I guess. I thought to myself. “You should know that you have been here for almost a week. After our little engagement in the rain, I could not finish you off, I picked you up and brought you to my home, that is where you are now. You must know that I had every intention to strangle you completely. I, like you have a fetish for the dark side of life . . .and death. I have struggled with my fetish for years, and last week, it got the best of me. I have never done anything like that before. Like you, fear is my aphrodisiac. I never in a million years would have thought that my intended victim would be so eager to facilitate my thirst, and beg me for it. Maybe we are both lucky that we met, and that no one else was involved, nor harmed.” I was in shock, I just nodded my head, “Yes.” “Then, when you begged to suck my cock, and did so in such a wonderful way, I will never forget your eyes looking directly into mine and saying in a pleading voice, “Take me, I’m yours.” “I am so sorry for all of this. I will untie you now, and you are free to go. I will give you my information so that you can go to the police, I will do you no more harm. I richly deserve whatever punishment I receive. Please forgive me, if you can.” I felt and saw him nervously remove my restraints, one by one until I was free. He took my oxygen mask off and told me to sit up for a second, to clear my lungs and my head. He touched my back so softly, like a lovers caress. He listened to my lungs and heart, and said that I was just fine. My sore throat would clear up in a day or so, and I was free to go. He was shaking like a virgin in a whore house when I started to stand up. I walked to the bathroom and straightened myself up, put on some makeup and brushed my hair. I returned to the bedroom, and saw him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands and crying. “What’s your name, you never told me,” I said. “Ken, Doctor Ken Conway.” “You know that what you did to me was wrong, to be sure, but I am fine, and right now, I’m very hungry. Where are you taking me for lunch?” “WHAT?” he asked shockingly. “I’m hungry, so I want lunch, you are single, right, I don’t see a ring . . .?” “Well, yes, I am single, but what about you, I strangled you.” “I sure do, I never climaxed so hard in all my life, I think we need to talk about an arrangement, don’t you?” “What do you mean?” “Well, we both are in love with leather, you fondled my jeans all the time we were together. We both seem to love the macabre side of fetish, you drove me to at least three orgasms while you were strangling me, so why not continue the games?” We walked together to a fine restaurant near his home, we ordered a bottle of wine and finished it off with our meal. Our discussion went to areas that I had never discussed before, tortures, slavery, bondage, servitude, mummification, encasement, and so much more. I was in lust with my near-killer. We even discussed live cooking of me, spitting, roasting, and more...I could see that he was visibly excited, his cock was trying to rip out of his tight jeans. We walked back to his home some time later, I was walking on a cloud. We had agreed that when we arrived at his house, I would be placed in a bright red latex one-piece suit that he had been saving for a special girl, and that I was it. The suit had only one very tiny hole in the mouth for breathing. Little air would be available, he told me, I would be in a state of near asphyxiation, but alive. I would be plugged both anally and vaginally with large, vibrating, glass plugs, a catheter would be provided for my comfort, and three enemas would be given to me before the encasement. Straps would be cinched every few inches up and down the suit, rendering me unable to move, and that I would be fed intravenously, so I could remain for an extended period of time. He intended to pace me in a steel box in his bedroom and lock it securely, keeping me in a mummy-like state. I came as he told me of my next fate . . . Once I was released from this ordeal of latex mummification, he would begin my surgical alterations to make me into a living fetish doll. Ken stopped in his tracks, looked into my eyes and placed his strong hands on my throat, squeezing with all his might, while he kissed me so tenderly. I was in love. But, that is the next chapter!

It Was The Job She Was Trained To Do.

It was the job she was trained to do. The celebrity rehab. facility was one of the finest in the country, catering to the rich, the famous, and those that imagined that they were. Suzi had worked there for nearly a year. She had grown to know the place inside and out, the routines, the schedules, the other employees, and most important, the growing list of clients. She callously called those that made regular visits to avoid the tentacles of the law, “Frequent Fliers.” The pervasive air of “Celebrity justice” in the state seemed to allow those that could afford it, the opportunity to skirt the law and their obligations to civility. Recently, however, several of those clients had inexplicably turned into totally different personalities. None of the doctors at the facility had any idea how or why it was happening, but it was. Gone was the arrogance, self importance and lack of compassion that was their common denominator. In addition, their bodies had taken on a new glow of happiness, smoothness and beauty, not only external, but internal as well. The men began to exercise regularly, toning and reshaping their bodies to Adonis-like perfection. The women likewise, had become addicted to healthy eating, dieting, exercise, body shaping, yoga and kinky sex . . . Suzi started her rounds at 8:00 P.M., just like every night before. Bed check, head count, dispense meds. take vitals, log everything. The routine was boring, but the floor doctor was definitely not. Dr. Enigma was young, tall, built like a Marine and smolderingly sensual to look at. Suzi had masturbated herself to sleep more than once with his picture locked in her mind. Tonight; there as a new patient on their ward, she was a “celebutant.” a girl that made her fortune by being a self-appointed celebrity and general miscreant. Her escapades had made every society and gossip page in the city, and now she was here to “rehab.” from her latest brush with the law. Her handler had told her that if she committed herself, she could avoid jail, which she so richly deserved. If only she had known what was in store for her. The doctor had seen her already; like everyone that she had been in touch with, she treated the doctor with contempt and loathing. He was certainly below her self-appointed station in life. Suzi entered the room and picked her chart up to read the comments, none were complementary. Suzi was chastised and cursed at by her patient, when she tried to explain the routine that would be followed during her stay. Deciding that there was no reason to continue with her, Suzi left the room and continued with her rounds. Break time finally came, 2:00A.M. was quiet time, everyone was asleep except for Suzi and the doctor. Suzi had a talent for wearing nurse outfits that were just a bit too tight, a bit too short, and a bit too fitted, but they made her feel sexy. Underneath, she always wore lace panties, a lace bra and garter belt to hold her sheer white stockings up. Her long, straight raven black hair framed her face beautifully, her bangs fell seductively over her right eye. Suzi loved bright pink things, and her eye shadow matched her lip gloss and nail polish. Neon pink was her choice of the day, with a hint of glitter for that special effect she loved. As she walked the corridor to the break room, she heard sounds coming from the room. They seemed to be a voice, but she could not understand what was being said, it sounded strangely foreign, but maybe the closed door was obscuring what she heard, she thought. As she stopped to open the door, she took a deep breath, slid the zipper on her uniform down below the bottom of her breasts and pushed her bra up to straighten it. With a manufactured smile on her face she opened the door. Dr. Enigma stood up with a start, she had caught him off-guard by surprise. As he turned to face her, he closed his brief case with one hand. His face quickly turned to a smile, “Suzi, you scared me, I didn’t hear you come in,” he said. “Were you talking to someone, I thought I heard voices,” she asked. “Oh, no, I was just thinking out loud, it helps me find the right answers you know,” “Yeah, I sure do. I do it sometimes also,” she remarked. Suzi walked to her locker and pulled out a hanger. She slid the zipper of her uniform down and removed it. She stood there wearing only her under garments, heels, and a smile. She knew that she was required to wear sneakers or white hospital shoes to work, but she hated them and always pushed the envelope. Tonight she had white, round toe, platform pumps on. Suzi turned to face the doctor again, “Oh, doctor, you don’t mind if I get comfortable for a while, do you? This uniform chafes my arms after a few hours.” The doctor could see right through Suzi’s bra and panties, the sheer white lace hid nothing, not even her nipple piercing. She didn’t want it to. Suzi could see the bulge in Dr. Enigma’s pants, and her outfit was definitely a hit. Suzi just stood there, her hands poised seductively on her hips, and with just a slight twist of her body to accentuate the many blessings that she had to share. “Oh, doctor, I am so sorry that I have made you get all hard just by looking at me, can I do anything to make you feel better?” Suzi was a cock tease, it was part of her programming, and she excelled at it. “Suzi, you have been teasing me for months now, I’ve resisted your advances, but now it’s time for you to pay up. Bend over that table and grab hold of the far side. Good girl, now spread your legs far apart and beg me to fuck you.” Suzi was amazed at the openness of the doctor, she did exactly as ordered and awaited her impaling. The doctor dropped his pants and took a bottle of medical gel and with three fingers, stuck them deep in her ass, she jumped in shock, not expecting this. The lube was cold, and felt good, very good. Suzi turned her head and glanced backwards. She saw the doctors engorged cock, it was at least 12 inches long and fat! What a surprise indeed. She didn’t know if she could take that huge cock, but it would be fun trying. She didn’t have long to wait. He placed his cock on the entrance of her ass, and just poked in a bit, she felt her rosebud pucker just slightly as it awaited the intruder. Then, Wham! He jammed it into her with force and ferocity she had never before felt, it was like a steel ramrod impaling her beautiful ass. On the second push, she felt the entire length of his marvelous cock hit home, she felt his balls crush against her behind, she was filled with his 12 inches of cock. He pumped away on her for what seemed like hours, harder and harder, she orgasmed over and over as he showed no mercy, his fucking was non stop and so powerful that she nearly fainted. He eventually came inside of her with a guttural groan like an animal in heat, his cum filled her and gushed from her pussy onto the floor. She felt over a dozen shots of cum shoot into her. He was amazing! He pulled his still rock hard cock out of her ass, and with an open hand, gave her one good, hard slap across the ass. WHACK! “Now get dressed and finish your rounds, cunt!” he admonished. “Then, I want you back here in exactly one hour. I am going to fill that lovely pussy with cum as well.” Suzi got up and in a slight voice and with her head lowered said, “Yes, Sir. I will.” Time dragged, but at exactly the ordered time, Suzi was back in the office, panties off, and awaiting her fucking. Her youthful, beautifully shaped body glistened with the light bronze color of her all-over tan. The doctor entered the room exactly on time. He pointed to Suzi and then to the OB GYN. table. She knew exactly what to do. She climbed on and placed her legs in the elevated stirrups. The doctor took wide leather straps that were fastened to the cold steel implements and secured her feet to them. He reached down to the side of the table and raised a wide, black leather strap that was lying next to the table and placed it across her tender stomach. He pulled the strap to the point that Suzi felt light-headed, then secured the buckle tightly, so tight that she was hardly able to breathe. Her captivity excited her to the point that she could feel her juices flowing freely from her pussy. Smiling at her, the doctor picked up a wide, thick leather neck posture corset and fitted it around her slender neck. She swooned as it wrapped around her, positioning her head in the exact position that the doctor desired. He pulled the laces very tightly. She opened her eyes wide, thinking that he was going to choke her. The doctor only smiled once again, saying nothing. Suzi lay there, strangely calm. Lastly, he took the ball gag that was part of the neck collar and placed it into her waiting mouth, and fastened the end of the strap behind her head. She was ready now. He stood before her, his huge throbbing cock at the ready. He slowly approached his subject, and lightly touched the lips of her pussy with the head of his huge cock. Suzi shook as his body met hers. He slowly inserted his gigantic cock into her soaking wet cunt. The deeper he went, the more she felt her lust grow, she needed his body coupled to hers. Then, his balls struck her body. He was fully into her love tunnel. He slowly withdrew his cock and began to fuck her tight pussy. This time it was different, for the next 45 minutes, every tenth stroke of his cock into her pussy ended with a huge shot of red hot cum flooding into her. She was gushing cum all over the floor, and the slurping sounds were making her hotter and hotter. Suzi lost count of the orgasms and the number of shots of cum in her, but she was so spent that she passed out just as he finished his ministrations. She awoke shortly afterwards with the doctor standing over her soaked body, licking the cum from her pussy. He bent forward and with his mouth filled with his cum, he kissed her gently as a lover would do. She hungrily sucked the cum from his mouth into hers and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. “Now, you little slut, tomorrow night you will do exactly as you did tonight, and for every forthcoming night. But I will not be so gently with you, nor as quick to finish. You will quickly learn that I require many hours of coupling to satisfy my needs without any regard to yours. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” was all she could get out. Suzi had lost sight of her assignment, she was now consumed by the doctor as his fuck toy, and could not see anything else but her need to serve him. Gently, he removed her bindings and helped her to her feet. Her shift was nearly over, and she managed to find her panties and straighten herself up for the trip home. She had a lot to think about and report. When she got home, she was spent, she fell into bed and was sound asleep in minutes. Her report to her home planet of Transsexualania would have to wait. The next week was a symphony of sexual abandon, Suzi was captivated by the doctor, who she was sent to earth to spy on for her home planet. Her assignment was to insure that he was rendered helpless to enslave the earth folk, and that her planet’s invaders would have easy access to take over. Each day that passed saw Suzi being used for more and more time, the doctor had started with an hour of fucking, now after one week, she was bound to the fucking table for up to eight hours at a time, being filled with his cum, and serving his every perverted desire. Suzi had stopped doing her rounds at the hospital, she simply reported to his office and was bound down for her abuse. More than once, her colon was filled to near bursting by the doctors cum as he ass fucked her over and over. Her distended belly looked like she was pregnant, then being plugged with a huge glass butt plug to hold it all in as she writhed in discomfort, to his pleasure. Then, Suzi’s rotation changed. She had a five-day holiday coming, she thought it would give her time to rest and finish her report to her commander, but after just two days of not being used for a fuck toy, Suzi grew panicky. She was having strange feelings inside, a growing fear of dread, and a hollowness that left her unable to reason. Her only thoughts were to find the doctor and beg him to fill her once again. Her breasts had grown at least two cup sizes, her waist had shrunken several inches, and her hips had become more pronounced. She was developing into a human Barbie Doll. She tried masturbating herself with everything she could imagine, from her fingers to a large cucumber, but nothing would satisfy her needs. That very night, it got the best of her. She took her white latex nurses dress out of her closet. She had worn it to a party once, it’s very tight fit and very short length had been an instant hit. This way too, she thought, it would at least look like she was working if glanced at quickly. She was barely able to squeeze her newly enlarged tits into the dress, but with lots of silicon lube, she managed to wriggle into it. She chose a pair of platform “hooker shoes,” with 6 inch heels and ankle straps to finish off her outfit. Suzi strolled into the hospital at midnight, she knew that only a very few personnel would be there. As she strolled through the halls, she saw a light coming from the treatment area, and heard sounds like low moans coming from the room. Suzi carefully walked to the doorway and looked inside. She was shocked when she saw the doctor standing there with a famous patient, the female rock star, Brittany Pussy, strapped into the weirdest machine she had ever seen. She was sitting on a small formed seat with a wide strap around her thighs. She was reclining to the point of being bent over backwards with her head nearly vertical, and upside down. Her upper back was supported by a clear plastic form that cradled her shoulders, allowing her head to fall backwards. Her legs were spread apart with a copper colored bar, placed just above the tops of her ankle boots. Her arms were tied together at the wrists and elbows, lying on her torso. A wide strap with copper colored cups covered her breasts, holding her upper chest to the support underneath her shoulders. Her head was fitted with a tight copper band around her forehead and a similar band was around her neck. A metal stand was positioned between her spread legs, with a huge silver colored metal shaft filling her pussy and expanding it wide open. Her mouth was filled with a similar dildo, held in place by a stand in front of her head. All the insertions and metal bars were connected to a large control box by a myriad of wires. I could see that her entire body was shaking and quivering, it was like she was experiencing a nonstop orgasm. I stood there, wide mouthed and unable to speak. “Suzi, what are you doing here?”the doctor asked in a harsh voice. A bit shocked, I snapped back to reality. “Doctor, I missed being with you, and need to be impaled by your magnificent cock, please forgive me.” He smiled. “Suzi, come here, we need to talk. You see Brittany here? She is a horrible example of a young girl, right?” he asked. “”Totally, sir, she is a bitch to everyone here, what are you doing with her?” “She is going to be a new little lady after this treatment, just like the others we have had here who miraculously changed their attitudes. This machine is designed for two functions, first it is an orgasmatron, it induces continuous high intensity sexual pleasures, almost too intense to handle. The end result is that along with the hormones I have injected into you, and these other patients, their very inner being is changed for the good. She will awake not recalling anything about this night, and be a good, kind, helpful girl, not the cunt she is now. Obviously, no one knows of this but you, and since I know all about you and your plan to stop me, I assume that your silence is guaranteed. We are both here to learn about the possible domination the world, but from other planets, right? “Yes, sir, I am, I confess. Can you allow me to be part of your experiment, I promise to obey you completely,” she said. “Oh, yes, you said there are two uses for the machine, what is the second?” “Do you see the one-piece black rubber suit hanging there, with the hood and cable attached to it?” the doctor asked. “Yes, I do, it looks very sexy . . . only a round hole for the center of the face is open, everything else is covered,” she replied. “That is an execution suit, it covers the entire body, except for the face. Every inch of the suit has built-in electrodes in the rubber; thousands of them, all computer controlled to gradually increase the intensity of the orgasms, until the subject is killed by passion, our planets way of executing those miscreants that cannot be reformed.” “And the holes for the pussy and mouth?” she asked. “They are for the large golden probes you see in this patient, but for execution, they are expanded greatly, until the mouth and pussy are enlarged almost to the point of tearing apart. The victim gets tied down on this machine, just like this girl, but a whole different computer program is used,” the doctor added. Suzi took it all in, she was both frightened and turned on by the prospects of what she had heard. She imagined herself being strapped to the device, spread-eagled, and forced to endure the torturous tying of her limbs in such an uncomfortable position, facing her doom. Then, it got the best of her. “Can I try the suit on, just to see how it feels, sir?” she asked sheepishly. “Very well, but you must cover your body with that liquid in the red bottle first, so you can slide into it easily. Then, will you help me with Brittany, she is almost finished and we need to get her back to her room before she awakens.” Suzi quickly undressed and with the doctors help, oiled herself up and slid into the thick rubber suit. Only a circle for her nose to her forehead was exposed. The chill of the very tight rubber sent chills up her back, the tightness of it on her body was like an aphrodisiac, she was nearly climaxing, just imagining how it would feel to be a prisoner standing here, waiting for her last ride of amazing passion. Looking at Suzi fully dressed, got the doctor very excited, he wanted her so badly . . . but he waited. He went to a closet and brought out a pair of over the knee, black rubber boots with high platforms and spike heels that nearly made her feet stand straight upwards. He reverently laced them onto her legs and stood back to view her magnificent appearance. He then brought out a new surprise for her, “Something to keep you interested while we finish our work,” he said. He produced a pair of thick rubber panties, with a dildo inside that measured about ten inches long and more than 2 inches wide. “Now, slip it on, bitch,” he ordered. Suzi did, and without question, the result was immediate, she felt the huge shaft impale her pussy, she groaned as it hit home, then began to start her ride to climax. Suzi helped the doctor take Brittany off the machine and place her back in bed, still asleep. The walk to her room was already driving Suzi insane, as the huge dildo was making her clit feel like it would explode. As they walked back to the room where the machine waited, she asked, “Do you think you could strap me down on the machine, just so I can learn how it feels, sir?” she questioned. “I guess so, but remember this suit you are wearing is set for executions, not pleasure.” “How long does it take to execute a prisoner, say a girl, like my size,” she asked? “I guess about an hour and a half, if all goes well,” he answered. “We like to draw it out as long as possible.” “Does the computer monitor the victims vital signs as it goes along?” she asked. “OH, yes, that way it knows how to adjust itself for the best and longest results,” he replied. “And, do you have the ability to stop the machine, once it is running?” she asked. “Yes, of course, it has an emergency stop button that stops it immediately, but if the final period of the program is reached, it cannot be stopped, regardless of the circumstance. That is the danger, there is only a 15 second warning of the last period starting.” They had reached the room, without a word, Suzi sat on the seat and lay back all the way, letting her head fall backwards and point straight down. “Bind me securely, sir, I am your prisoner and deserve no mercy.” “Are you sure of this, Suzi? You need to understand that it can be fatal, and that I may not be able to help you once the machine has started to work.” “Yes, sir, I accept that completely and understand the possibility. But you have made me so happy and fulfilled by your seducing me over the last few weeks that I would gladly accept my fate if you should desire it.” The doctor began to bind Suzi to the machine. Her legs were spread far apart and secured by a leg spreader. Her hands were fastened to cuffs and with bright chains, pulled tightly to the opposite ankle, right to left, and left to right. This caused her back to arch tremendously, and for her breathing to become labored due to the strain. Her waist and chest were secured to the machine by tight copper colored steel straps, pulled extremely tight. Her forehead was secured by a similar strap with two rings on it. These were then chained to the leg spreader, pulling her head far back, nearly choking her. “Comfortable, my dear?” he asked jokingly. “Oh, yes, sir, thank you,” she replied. Next the doctor took a rubber gas mask with a large filter attached to one side and a hose to the other and placed it on her head, her eyes were able to see from the two red lenses in the mask, but dimly as the red filters were quite intense. He then attached the hose to a large steel cylinder next to the machine. “Suzi, this is something I didn’t show you, but for all executions we make the victim wear this mask and suit for at least four hours in their cell before the end. The mask will allow a special gas to be breathed by you, this will induce a state of euphoria, and a great awareness of what is going on around you. It will keep you awake till the end, should that happen. Now start to breathe deeply for me,” He added. Suzi was afraid now, but did not want to show it to her lover, she wanted to keep him impressed with her resolve. She took several deep breaths, and felt the effects of the lovely smelling gas almost at once, she was riding on a cloud of sexual intensity. The doctor kept her there, breathing the gas for about a half hour, Suzi was now totally in LaLa land... “Ok, my loves, it’s time for you to start, hold on in Ten. Nine . . . ” The doctor had plugged the cable from the suit into the machine’s computer and was about to start the program. WHAM . . . Once started, Suzi immediately felt the high intensity currents flowing throughout her body, every inch of the suit was shooting current in and out of her. Then she felt the large copper electrode being inserted into her pussy, it was huge and nearly split her open as it expanded inside of her. The intensity increased exponentially. Within five minutes, she was orgasming spontaneously, and nonstop. It was one, a huge, never-ending climax that was driving her insane with sexual power. After fifteen minutes the doctor could see that Suzi was shaking uncontrollably, she was moaning loudly, and unable to communicate. The program was working exactly as it should. Suzi was in a powerful sub-space. The doctor stayed nearby her, he never left her side and kept reassuring her that all was OK, even though it might really not be. He noticed that her breasts were now growing in size and fullness, the therapy was 100% as it should be, she soon would start lactating as well. Suzi; was riding the wave of passion well, she was reacting as he wanted her to react. As time passed, the one hour point was rapidly approaching. Soon, she might be too far gone to save. Her vital signs were on target for a successful execution. “Suzi, do you hear me?” the doctor asked several times, but with no answer. Then, he heard a soft, “Yes.” “We are fast approaching the no return point, if I do not stop the machine soon, you will be killed. What is your choice,? Tell me quickly, please!” he implored of her. She was unable to answer. She had slipped into a deep, deep subspace. The doctor at once hit the ‘STOP’ panic button. The machine ended its program in a few more seconds, shutting down completely. He grabbed the hose off her mask and at once replaced it with an oxygen bottle to try and revive her. He unchained her head restraints and gently pointed her head back upright, in its normal position. The doctor felt her heart beat and knew that she was still alive, but very weak. He massaged her hands and body to get her circulation going while he kept talking to her. She was slowly coming back to consciousness. Suzi finally opened her eyes and through the red glass mask she saw the muted figure of the doctor. Being only semi-aware, she asked, “Am I dead?” “No my dear, you are very much alive, and I am here with you to make sure you will be okay,” he answered. “Ummm, how long was I on the machine, sir?” she asked foggily. “You made one hour and fourteen minutes, thirty seven seconds. You had only twenty-three seconds left before you would have been killed by the machine,” he answered. Suzi was rallying quickly. She was getting stronger and more aware by the minute. “Wow, that was the most amazing experience I have ever had. I completely lost control, and all ability to think, react, or talk. I was riding on a wave of indescribable sexual proportions and an energy that I cannot explain.” The doctor took her mask off, and disconnected the oxygen, he bent toward Suzi and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She looked directly into his eyes and said, “I want you, right now.” Without a further word he removed the copper probe from her pussy and stood before her, his huge cock engorged and ready to impale her. He slowly stuck it into her as she emitted a low moaning sound. The next hour was filled with Suzi receiving a nonstop fucking, she received cum shot after cum shot from the doctor, she was filled and pouring his cum out of her pussy. She had lost count after a hundred fifty cum shots, one for each forward thrust of his cock. Finally finished, the doctor removed his cock and inserted a wide rubber plug into her vagina to keep the precious restorative fluids inside her body. She would be fine now. He untied her from her bindings that had held her to the machine and she was free to get up and leave. Suzi just stayed there, not moving. “Can I lay here for a while and enjoy the glow, sir?” she asked. “Of course, my love, you need not undress, just lay there. I will check on you later.” The next few hours were a blur. She quickly drifted off in a sound sleep after her ordeal. It took a few days to realize the full implications of what she had experienced, but her life had changed drastically. She saw her body begin its physical alteration. Her breasts had increased almost two cup sizes, to become 38C in size and stood straight out, firm and pointed. She was now lactating daily which was now serving as the basic food for her doctor who drank from her nipples every night as she experienced her several hours long session of impaling by the cock she had come to beg for. Her waist had shrunken six inches and was now an unbelievable 18 inches around. The doctor had taken a cylinder of what looked like thin, black stainless steel and slipped it over her body, holding the top of it just above her breasts, with the bottom lying just a few inches below her hips. Then, amazingly, the cylinder began to shrink, contouring itself to her body and squeezing it with gentle tightness. The material was as hard as steel when the doctor tapped on it, it rang like metal, but so flexible and soft that it felt like thin latex rubber to Suzi as she wore it. She was able to walk, bend, sit and move effortlessly. It was like she was not wearing anything at all. “This is your new protective shell, my love. It is impervious to everything known to man, and will serve as your body’s contouring corset. You will continue to shrink your waist to a point where I can wrap my hands around it and have them touch. It will never come off of you, and will protect you. Watch this,” he said He then slipped a similar band over her head and laid it on her shoulders. The band began to shrink around her neck, compressing it gently and seductively. She immediately felt it compress her throat with a sensation someone’s of hands gently wrapped around it. “This will limit your air intake, and keep you in a state of euphoria as it gently reduces the size of your neck, as the sheath is doing to your body,” he stated. With that, the doctor picked up a large knife from the table and thrust it at her abdomen. Suzi shrieked in fear, as the knife hit her with all the strength the doctor could muster. It merely bounced off her and fell to the floor. “See, my love, you are impervious to harm,” Her beautiful blonde hair was now nearly twice as long, and double in it’s fullness, shiny, soft and luxurious. Her skin had taken on a glow of youth and vigor, soft to the touch and absolutely wrinkle free, without a blemish to be found. She saw her need for regular food diminish to nearly zero, her body was receiving its sustenance from the doctor’s cum which flooded her body daily. Suzi felt as beautiful as she looked. The next few days at work were rather normal, other than for Suzi’s obvious changes. Their patient, Brittany Pussy; was a new girl, calm, respectful, obedient, and ready to go home, a wonderful happy new girl. If only she knew how new she was! Then, it happened, three weeks later on Saturday night, Suzi got a panicked text message from her doctor-lover. “Call me at once- emergency” was the message. When she called back, she learned the terrible truth. The doctor had been under surveillance from agents of his own planet without his knowledge. He had been seen with Suzi, an agent of the planet Transsexualvania, and not reporting it to his superiors. He was to be recalled to his home planet for a hearing. He was accused of being a spy and traitor. These hearings never went well, he told her. “The only result of this kind of trial is punishment by a long, painful period of suffering and a horrible, lingering death.” “I need to see you at once,” he begged. Suzi, wearing only the protective sheath and collar, hastily put on her thigh high boots that were sitting in the corner of her bedroom and drove to the clinic as fast as she could possibly go. She arrived at the clinic in just minutes and ran inside, climbing the two flights of stairs to his office in seconds. She didn’t realize that she was not at all winded from her run, nor in the least bit tired. Her new self was reaching superhuman strength. She burst into his office and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with all the passion she could gather. They kissed for several minutes, then the doctor placed his mouth on each of her nipples and emptied them of their precious milk. He then pushed her on her back onto the desk and pushed her legs far apart, he thrust his engorged cock into her and began to pump away, filling his lover with the life giving cum she needed to stay strong and vital. Two hours later, feeling fully sated, they collapsed on top of each other. “What are we to do?” she asked. “You cannot leave me and return to your planet. I must return with you,” she cried. “That is not possible, my love. You would receive a punishment so horrible that I cannot describe it to you. My fate is already sealed, but you must remain here when I return. There is no other alternative,” he replied. Suzi thought for a minute, trying to keep the tears away. “Yes there is, my love, yes there is. Does the execution machine work with two people at the same time?” “Yes, it can, what do you have in mind?” he asked. “There is no reason for me to be here other than to be part of your life. We got this far together, so we will go the rest of the way together. Is that other suit on the hanger yours?” “Yes, it is. OK, if you are willing, let’s do it now. You realize that once we start, there is no turning back for you or me. I guess there is no reason to wait, besides tomorrow they will be coming for me, I am sure,” he stated. Suzi and the doctor took the bottle of dressing lube and spread it over their bodies for the last time. Not one word was said. They helped each other slide into the rubber suits, adjust their hoods and put their boots on. The doctor reached for the golden metal electrode that would be inserted into Suzi’s pussy. She spread her legs wide and he inserted it lovingly. He pressed the button on the back of it and it expended, jamming itself deep into her cavity. She only made a small grimace as it struck home. He took the two straps and tightened them around her upper thighs, to secure it fully. “Sit down, my love,” he asked. She complied at once, sitting with her back against the office wall. He then took sets of highly polished heavy stainless steel manacles from a box under the table, he selected two pair and placed one on her ankles, locking them securely. The second pair, he placed on her wrists, and locked them on as well. They were very tight and extremely heavy, each cuff was about three inches wide and nearly a half inch thick, joined by just one link of chain. Little movement was possible. “These are just in case you panic during our executions, my love. They will keep you here, and unable to get free. I too will be manacled next to you and unable to move or get away,” he added. She shook her head affirmatively and smiled. Suzi saw that his beautiful, large cock was standing straight up through the hole in the front of his suit, harder and stronger than she had ever seen before. He then reached into his desk and took a hypodermic needle out, and filled it with a luminous blue fluid that was in a small bottle. “I am going to inject my cock with this fluid, we use it in male executions, so that the victim does not lose his erection until he is finished. If he did, the electrode would fall off and the execution would be botched.” The doctor took a deep breath and jammed the needle deep into the base of his cock the pain was evident in his face, but he tried so hard to keep Suzi from seeing it. In seconds, his cock grew even larger and bright red in color. “Wow, that stings,” he laughed. With that, he took the hollow male electrode and placed it over his cock, up to his balls. He then pressed the green button on the rear of it and it began to close inside, catching his cock in a rigid grip. The interior of the electrode was lined with short, sharp pins that dug into his cock. The device would never fall off now. His face was flush with obvious pain. Suzi cried out, “Are you Ok, my love?” “Fuck, it hurts, now I know why men try to select another way to be finished,” he replied. “But at least, I won’t need to worry about doing it again,” he chuckled. Suzi didn’t see the humor in that. He took their two cables and walked to the machine, plugging them both in and spending time with the machine’s controls. He returned with what looked like a TV remote control. Kneeling next to Suzi, he took her gas mask and lovingly fitted it to her face, after a gentle kiss. He could see the tears welling up in her beautiful grey eyes. He sat down next to her and fitted his gas mask to his face, then turning the valve on for the gas to flow. He felt the effects at once. Hurriedly, he snapped the manacles onto his own ankles and then fumbling a bit, managed to get them onto his wrists. He glanced at his love, sitting next to him for the last time. She was trembling and shaking, her tears were flowing behind her mask, she could no longer control herself, she was going to be no more, and with her lover next to her. “Take a few deep breaths, my love, it will help,” he lovingly asked of her. He could see her chest move in and out, she was complying. Quickly, he saw that she was calming down. He moved close to her and placed his head on her shoulder. The aphrodisiac gas was having it’s effect on him, he felt giddy and happy, but knew what it was caused by. “How long do we . . . ” she asked in a low voice. “Long enough for me to tell you that I fell in love with you the second we met, and I will love you for eternity.” He replied. “When I press this button on the remote, the cycle will start. We should have about an hour of enjoying the gas and holding each other, then the electrocution cycle begins, like when I tied you to the machine last time, but this time, the cycle cannot be ended. I made sure of that. I am going to throw it away as soon as I press it, so we cannot change our minds, is that OK with you, this is your last chance to save yourself.” Suzi tried as hard as she could to move her manacled hands to her lovers lap, she managed to place them on top of his hands which were holding the remote. Suzi smiled at her lover and said, “Together forever, my love.” She pressed her hands down on top of his and the machine clicked a few times and began its cycle. The doctor threw the remote across the room and sat there, calm, and in blissful ecstasy. The next hour was spent holding each other, day dreaming from the effects of the gas and not worrying about anything, they were transcended to a better place. The doctor looked up at the clock on the wall, it was at 59 minutes and 45 seconds. “Hold on, my love, prepare yourself,” he told her. As he finished his statement, the electricity hit him like a ton of bricks as it shot into his engorged cock and coursed through both of their bodies, they cycle had begun. Suzi clutched him as tightly as she could with her manacled hands. Then, together, they quickly drifted off into a sleep induced coma from the machines effects, they dreamed wildly, and were lost in a sub space never before explored. At exactly one hour and fifteen minutes the last cycle began, their dreams were ended by a flash of blinding light. They were finally at peace.

The Annual Picnic, v2.0

I had seen the ad a few times before, but it never struck home like this time. A chill went up my spine as I read it a second time. I couldn’t decide if I was repulsed, frightened, or turned on. Very odd, indeed. Especially when I felt that all too common wetness in my panties . . . “Young, attractive ladies wanted who are fascinated by barbeques. Oiled, broiled, boiled or spit roasted, your choice. Inquire by calling: xxxxxxx” But let me regress for a minute. Maybe then, you’ll understand better. About six months ago I was a few minutes late getting in to my office because of traffic. When I did arrive, I saw a group of my co-workers standing around Suzi’s cubicle, watching something on her computer monitor. “What’s going on?” I asked. “You won’t believe this, you really won’t believe it, it must be a put-on or something,” Jeff from accounting said in a bewildered voice. “Play it again for DeeDee,” he asked. Here is what I recall: The monitor crackled to life. On the screen was Suzi, looking beautiful, radiant, and so magnificently happy. She was standing in what appeared to be a wooded area with a large picnic setup behind her. Her hair was done beautifully, her makeup impeccable and so sexy. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans hot pants and a tight, cut off titty top. Around her neck was a heavy, rough iron collar, with a large ring attached that seemed to be riveted onto her. Likewise, her wrists and ankles were similarly adorned with heavy, wide, iron cuffs with attaching rings that also seemed to be riveted on. In the background, a large iron cauldron stood above an iron stand with a wood fire underneath it. To her right was a bed of red hot coals with two heavy stanchions, one at each end of the fire pit and what seemed to be a spit turning mechanism and motor. Several naked, leather hooded men stood around her and were busy attending to some details in the background. One large, ominous looking man was standing next to Suzi, naked except for his hood, with a huge engorged cock, and holding a heavy chain attached to her collar. “Hi guys!” beamed Suzi as the camera panned back to her. “I won’t be in to the office today, (giggle, giggle) or ever again, for that matter,” she chuckled. “You see, I saw this ad in the paper again this week and I had to call and find out what it was about. You know that I have weird fantasies and that I tend to talk about them a lot.” Suzi held up a torn-out copy of the ad that I had just read. “This fellow here answered the phone. I asked him what this was all about. He told me in a matter-of-fact voice that I was going to be the next participant in their semi-annual picnic. He told me that the subliminal message in the ad indicated that I was ready for this day, and that I would volunteer willingly to be raped over and over, prepared to their satisfaction, and then cooked alive in a manner of my own choosing.” Suzi finished. “I thought he was crazy. I hung up the phone with a bang and walked out of the room in disgust .I cursed under my breath for being so gullible,” “Then it happened. A few hours later, I felt so terrible horny I could not believe it. I went to the ladies room at work, sat down in a stall and started to masturbate myself over and over. I could not get the conversation out of my mind, I was so sexually hot that I had to leave work early Friday and go home to finish myself off, which took most of the rest of the day to accomplish.” ‘Then, late that night, I called the number once again. I had to, I could not stop myself. When the phone was answered, the voice knew it was me. He just said, “Hello, Suzi, you are ready now, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am, Master. What am I to do, now?” I asked. “Will it hurt, Master? Will I be awake, or what?” “That is completely up to you, my dear. You may either decide to feel the magnificently painful ordeal in its entirety, or you may decide to take advantage of our medical teams ability to give you nerve blocking agents and euphoria inducing drugs that will all but eliminate the pain until the end is near, and put you in a state of unbelievable sexually charged euphoria and complete consciousness throughout most of the procedure, it’s all up to you, my love.” he said in a calming voice. “How long will I be awake until I . . .” he cut me off. “We can discuss that later, you don’t need to make any decisions right now. Go to sleep, rest and dream sweet dreams. Tomorrow, get your hair done the way you love it. Give yourself at least three enemas to clean you completely, select your clothes and think about your choices that I have described. On Sunday morning at 8:00A.M, a limousine will pick you up. Have your hair done, makeup finished, do not eat breakfast, and make sure that you have your behind plugged with a suitably large, glass butt plug. Please do not keep the driver waiting. There is nothing else you need to do. We will attend to everything.” he finished. I hung up; it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “Saturday morning I awoke feeling more alive and energized than I had ever felt before. I was on a cloud, smiling and happy like never before. I did as instructed; you see my new hair-do. I picked out these killer shorts and this tiny top and platform, strappy heels. I finished my other instructions and bought myself a nice pink glass butt plug, that I am wearing right now, it feels great!” “I went to a movie then came home and fell asleep like a baby, I made a few choices and at 8:00 A.M. sharp, the limo was out front. So, here I am now making this video for you all. I met Master, right here. He is so nice and kind to me. He helped my get fitted for these very heavy and strong steel cuffs and collar that I am wearing. They are riveted together, so that no matter what happens, I cannot escape if I panic or something.” “I met another girl, her name is Tina, she is only 17 and is very beautiful, you’ll see her soon, I am told. She is now being prepared, like I will soon be. I watched as she was raped over and over by a large group of the hooded guards. She moaned and groaned with such pleasure that I nearly orgasmed just watching her being ass and pussy fucked over and over. Don’t feel sad for me, I have never felt more happy nor alive than I do right now. I have chosen to be drugged, I received a massive dose of a nerve blocking drug just before I started to make this video, I am so excited and sexually charged that I cannot stand it. The euphoria inducing drugs are wonderful; I am so excited and turned on right now that I cannot describe it.” “Tina however, I am told has chosen not to be drugged, she will be feeling every bit of the procedure, and may not remain conscious too long, but she begged for this, and Master has agreed. She too is chained and bound, and my need more attention than I will.” With that, the camera panned over to a tent in the background. A very beautiful, thin, tall girl with jet black mid back length hair was being led out by the chain attached to her wide, iron neck collar, which was the full length of her neck, from her ears to her shoulders. Her steel ankle cuffs were chained together with a very short chain so that she could only take small, halting steps. Her wrists were cuffed and chained together in front of her. She was totally naked, and her pussy was shaved clean. She turned and smiled at the camera, trying to wave with her chained hands. The two hooded attendants were leading her to where the large iron cauldron was set up. A wide, step-ladder was set up against the side of it and several hooded men stood around the ladder. A small, heavy duty table was set up near the ladder and was padded with bright red leather. As the girl approached the cauldron, she was ushered to the side of the table. One of her guards put his hand on her back, and she willingly bent over the table and spread her legs as far as she could. Then it happened, the dozen or so hooded men stood at both ends of the table. One by one, they took turns fucking her from the rear, and fucking her throat as she lay against the table. She said nothing; she only moaned and groaned with the throws of sexual passion. It was her second round of rapes, and she loved every second of it. The camera panned in on her as she stood back up. Cum ran from her shaven pussy and flowed from her lips as she was helped to the ladder. A hooded guard helped her up and into the cauldron. The water was waist deep and was getting warmer as the guard stood next to her. He bent down and took the end of a chain that was fastened to the center of the cauldron’s bottom and held it up. It was just long enough to reach her collar’s attaching ring. The guard locked the chain to the collar and walked to the ladder to get out of the heating water. The guard stopped and turned back to her. He took a thick rubber ball gag off the side of the cauldron and placed it into her mouth, fastening the strap tightly behind her neck, and making sure that the ball was seated deeply in her mouth so that she could not push it out with her tongue. “This will make it easier,” he said in a low voice. She nodded “Thank you.” As the guard stepped off the ladder onto the ground, his entire lower body was red. The water was obviously getting hotter by the minute. Tina stood there, passive. She didn’t move for several minutes, and then she started to moan through the ball gag. The heat was getting to her, and the pain was starting to take hold. As the steam began to rise from the water, she amazingly dug her cuffed hands deep into her pussy and began to masturbate herself wildly. Tina seemed to climax several times, each time she let out a moan and nearly fell into the water as her body weakened. Her cries of pleasure began to seem more like cries of pain, she was obviously in trouble, and considerable pain from the near boiling water. Then, the guard was heard yelling at her, “Sit down, it will make it easier for you.” She turned toward him and looked unsure. He repeated, “Sit down on the seat-ledge on the side of the cauldron; it will make it so much easier for you than standing.” Tina stood motionless for a few seconds, and then she looked at the crowd around her and managed a furtive smile. She stepped backwards to the side of the pot and sat down, submerging her body up to her chin. She cried out from the super hot water now engulfing her entire being. Seconds later, her head fell to her right shoulder as she slipped below the water. The camera then panned to Suzi once again. “Well, guys, I guess it’s almost my turn,” she happily stated. With that, two more guards approached her, each carrying a large, curved knife. The first guard, still holding her neck chain turned to her and said, “You’re right, it’s time.” Then the burly guard took his knife and slid it down into the front of her skin-tight, latex micro shorts, he turned the blade outward, and with one quick motion, slit the shorts wide open, causing them to fall to the ground. Visible from inside of the remains of the latex shorts was the attached 8 inch dildo that had been impaling her soaking wet pussy. Them, he repeated the task by sliding the knife between her heaving breasts and slit her sheer, white silk top open, it too hit the ground, leaving her naked and visibly excited. “Oh. God, this is real, isn’t it?” she cried out. “Very much so, now come with me,” the guard said as he yanked her chain pulling her toward the awaiting, red leather covered table. He walked to the opposite end of the table and pulled her chain tight. Suzi dropped onto her chest as her arms were pulled tightly across the table. A guard then spread her legs wide apart and motioned to the gathered crowd of guards to approach her. The ritual of fucking all her holes repeatedly was begun, as it had been for Tina. Suzi cried out in passion as she was invaded by man after man, her body was no longer hers, it was simply a pleasure toy being used by her captors, and she loved every second of it. I lost count of the men that had her, but it was many more than Tina had enjoyed. Suzi lay there, exhausted but electrified by her rape. The euphoria drugs had kicked in, and she was riding the wave of ecstasy. “Fuck me, Fuck me,” she cried out time after time. They obliged her, until there were no more men left able to impale her holes. Suzi lay there, panting, trying to regain her composure. Her euphoria was broken as she turned her head to the left, where she saw her first guard carrying a polished stainless-steel pole about ten feet long, with one end pointed to a needle’s point. This was to be the final step in being cooked alive, the spit insertion. As he approached her, he stood in front of her and bent down to give her some instructions. “It’s time, my love. I will try to answer any questions you have, and tell you exactly what will happen to you, OK.” “Yes, sir,” she obediently answered. “First, I want you to know that the drugs you have received as working well by now. You should feel no pain, just some pressure as we go forth. I will first oil the pole to make it enter you easier. Then, I will go behind you and slip the pointed end into your pussy. It will go in about 8-9 inches until it stops. I will then ask you if you are sure that you want to continue. This will be your last chance to end this, after that, no stopping will be possible as you will be pierced by the spit pole, and cannot possibly survive if it is removed. Do you understand?” “Yes, master.” she purred. “Good, then, I will push the pole further in side of you. It will travel through your body, I will do my best to not hit any organs that would cause you harm. The spit will then stop once again at the base of your neck. At this point, a guard will ask you to open your mouth as wide as possible. This is very important that you do so. He will then hold your head back as far as he can, to place your mouth in direct line with the pole. I will then make the final push forward; the pole will enter your throat, and exit your mouth. You may not be able to breathe while this happens, but you will be able to once the pole exits your mouth, it is hollow and has many holes to allow you to gasp some air. Finally, we will slip bars onto the spit that will allow us to fasten your arms and legs firmly to the pole using the cuffs you now wear. This will keep you firmly in pace as the process continues. We want you to be in a straight line, so that you will be evenly distanced from the bed of coals, and that you will turn freely as the spit motor rotates you over the fire pit. Lastly, you will be covered from head to toe with olive oil, to baste you and keep your skin from burning. The basting will be repeated as the process goes forth. Then, once you are ready, you will be carried to the pit and placed on the stanchions you see. The rotator will be attached and your ordeal of being coked alive will begin.” “Do you understand completely, and agree to proceed?” “Oh, Yes sir. I do.” she cried out, with small tears in her eyes. He kissed her face lightly and proceeded to take his position behind her. Two guards fastened wide leather straps around her body, pinning her to the table to insure that she would not move during the impaling. He spread her legs as far apart as he could, he took the pole and gently inserted it into her soaking wet pussy, pushing it in 8 inches, to the limit of its length. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes, master,” she answered softly. “Take a deep breath, hold it and push down as hard as you can,” he instructed. With both hands firmly on the pole, he pushed inward. He felt and heard the ‘pop’ as it entered her torso. She let out a small cry as she felt the invasion of her body. He continued working the spit inward, using his deft skills to avoid any internal organs, she was wonderful, she did not cry out of panic. Her actions were typical; she was orgasming over and over as the spit continued its path. Her clit was exploding with sensations; the pole rubbing it drove her insane with lust. The drugs were making her cum in one, huge, unending climax. She was experiencing the climax to end all climaxes; she deserved it, and was getting the full treatment. He stopped just short of her neck; the next step was to be the last step. He told her to enjoy her lust. He held the pole rigid as she moved her hips furiously up and down fucking the pole with fervor like no other. She came endlessly, her body slowed after several minutes. He motioned with his eyes to the guard standing at her head. He knew the signals from heart. He placed his hands on each side of her head, and told her to open her mouth as far as she possibly could do. She complied as he bent her head as far back as it could possibly go. He bent down and whispered into her ear, “This is the last step, my dear. You will not be able to speak after this, is there anything you want to say before we continue.” She said, “Yes, How long can I last on the pole?” “That’s up to you, we can make it very fast, or prolong it for you, anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes is possible.” “Will it be painful for me,” she asked. “We are not sure, but it seems that yes, at the very beginning of being placed over the coals and at the very end it is quite painful, I won’t lie to you.” “Then, please make it as long as possible, will you do that for me?” she begged. He nodded yes, and motioned to the guard with the pole. He held it tightly and pushed with all his might. Quickly, the spit protruded from her open mouth. The guards grabbed the support bars, slid them onto the spit pole and rapidly fastened her wrists and ankles to them, to insure that she would not slip as the spit rotated. Her arms were tucked next to her body, and her knees fastened to a third support. She was ready to go. She looked into the guards eyes with lust and euphoria. She was still trying to hump the pole, even with her bindings holding her steady. Next, a guard took a gallon bottle of olive oil and poured it all over her, from head to toe, this would baste her nicely, they picked the pole up and turned her over, repeating the oiling. She was now ready to go. With her eyes covered with oil, she was unable to see clearly, or speak, but she heard him say that, “This is it, we are ready to go now.” They picked the pole up, and carried her to the waiting pit of red hot coals. They placed the pole with Suzi on it, into the stanchions and attached the rotator. Suzi was now slowly turning over and over. I could still see her trying to hump the pole as she was cooking, alive! The video ended abruptly. I could not put my mind at ease all day; I found it impossible to work. About an hour later, I had to go to the ladies room. I found a secluded stall and pulled my panties down. I hungrily dug my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and fingered myself to three crashing orgasms. I was so terribly turned on by seeing my best work-friend being tortured so willingly. That night, I rushed home and again masturbated myself over and over as I recalled the tape in my mind. Then, about 11 PM my phone rang. It was Cindy, another work-friend. “Hi, you saw that video, didn’t you?” she asked. “Yes, I sure did.” “I know, I was in the ladies room the same time you were. I heard you cum,” she added. I was shocked, what do you say at a time like this? “It’s Ok,” Cindy added. “I was getting off too. I could not stand it, I was so hot.” “I know, but I can’t understand why it is making me so crazy, I can’t stop masturbating, I must have climaxed a million times so far.” I said. “Me too . . . I need to talk with you, can I come over?” she asked. “Now? It’s late.” I answered. “Yes, I need to be with you and talk, I’ll be there in ten minutes, OK?” she asked. I was always attracted to Cindy, although I’m not a lesbian, I did feel something sexual for her. I hurried around the apartment tidying up, and slipped into my favorite black baby- doll nighty and frilly panties, and a pair of platform ankle strap, “fuck me” heels. I added some neon pink lip-gloss and eye shadow, and I was ready. The door bell rang minutes later. I opened the door to see Cindy standing there, hair and makeup all done to perfection, and wearing a long plastic rain coat, odd, because it wasn’t raining. I brought her inside and offered to take her coat; she slipped out of it to reveal that she was not wearing any clothes, just a pair of heels, and a heavy steel collar on her neck. I looked at her in a stunned manner, not expecting her to be naked, and then it hit me. “OH my God, that’s the same collar that Suzi was wearing in the video . . .” I shrieked. “Yes, it is,” she said very calmly. “I went home and looked in the paper again and saw the same ad that I had seen before. I called the number and all I recall is that I said “YES” and then an hour later, a man showed up at my place, gave me lots of papers to sign, slipped this collar on my neck and locked it. He gave me a piece of paper with lots of instructions on it and left.” She mumbled. “You mean that you are . . .” she cut me off mid sentence. “Yes, on Saturday morning at 8A. M.” she replied. “But this it Thursday night already,” I replied. “You’re right; I only have tomorrow before I am to be cooked alive. Will you spend the rest of my time with me, please? I don’t want to be alone now.” she cried. “Of course, I will, you don’t need to ask, stay with me, I’ll be there for you 100%.,” I assured her. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her passionately, I had never before had another woman, but it seemed so right. We melted together and spent the next hour devouring each others bodies. I made the post passionate love that I had ever experienced. I was so in love with her that it hurt. Cindy got up from the bed first and retrieved her bag. She came back to the bed where I was getting myself together and standing back up. “I have a surprise for you, can I blindfold you for a minute?” she asked coyly. “Sure, why not?” I answered, I felt stirrings again, blindfolded? Kinky! Cindy took a blindfold from my dresser top and put it on me. I felt very sexy all of a sudden. Then, I felt her hands on my neck. Very kinky, I thought to myself. The next thing I recall was the feeling of something closing tightly on my neck and a loud ‘click’. It was cold, and heavy. She removed the blindfold. I was now wearing the same heavy, polished, stainless steel collar she was! “What the fuck?” I said in shock. “I’m sorry,” Cindy replied, “But the man seemed to know all about you, and gave me the collar for you, just in case you wanted to join me. He said that you were very beautiful and that he knew all about your interest and that you were going to be part of this eventually, so I took it.” “Did he happen to give you the key?” I asked. “No, I didn’t think to ask,” Cindy said. “Well, that’s OK I guess. I’ll just have to join you in your ordeal Saturday. I have long fantasized about this and now it will be our reality, together for the last time ever. . . . Now, can I see the instructions he gave you?” Cindy nearly exploded with happiness, she grabbed me and kissed me all over, we hugged and held each other for so long. “When do we have to choose our procedures?” I asked. “Tomorrow, he said we can both do the same if we want, and be together from beginning to end,” Cindy happily offered. “Do you know what you want?” I asked. “Oh, yes, I already chose to be gang fucked, spitted and cooked over a bed of red hot coals on a spit barbeque while very much alive.” Cindy answered in a matter of fact voice. “They do have some new choices, he told me about,” she added. “They now have slow, erotic, pull-up hanging, or sitting, strapped inside of what looks like an old steam cabinet, with a huge dildo-cooking element inside your pussy, being steamed from the outside and microwave cooked from the inside out at the same time. Only your head is outside of the cabinet, so you are conscious nearly all the time!” “Yes, I saw that on TV last week, it looks so erotic, the girl in question elected to be half-cooked in the cabinet then spitted and barbequed while still conscious to the finish.” I added. “I heard that when the microwaves hit your clit, you explode in multiple, crashing orgasms that don’t stop, and that they put special electrodes on your nipples to make them feel unbelievably erotic as they are being cooked.” “And, we can be spit cooked while we are still awake too?” Cindy asked. “Yes, that is what I understand. They will take you out of the cabinet while you are still awake and able to move, then spit you and finish you off on the barbeque. Do you want to do it with me, I’m hot already just thinking about it.” “OK, let’s go for it together,” she said. The rest of the night was spent by them making every possible kind of love to each other, neither of them got a seconds sleep, but it wouldn’t matter, this was their last night together, ever. The next morning, the girls got up, showered, did their last enemas and picked out their highest and sexiest platform shoes for this special day. They opted to not wear any clothing; after all, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The limousine arrived exactly at 8:00 A.M., as they were told. The driver came to the door with two pair of handcuffs and cuffed them both. “Just a precaution, in case you freak out,” he said. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” they said in unison. Once they were securely cuffed, he took two leather harnesses out of the car and had them each step into one. The harness contained a very large and thick dildo which impaled their pussies and forced them wide open. Once they were securely attached, he clicked a button on a remote and very powerful vibrators imbedded in the dildos started to roar into action. Immediately, the girls felt the powerful sexual energy build within them. Next, he took two ball gags out of the car and stuck them deep into their mouths, silencing them completely. Hanging from the gag strap was a pair of small chains with alligator clips with a sharp pin in the center of each clip. He clipped them carefully to their nipples, sending shock waves through them. The final touch was a set of very heavy polished steel ankle cuffs with locks and a short chain attaching them together. Once on their legs, they could only take short, halting steps, a final way to insure their total compliance. The girls walked calmly to the car and sat down; this was their last ride together. They arrived at the fair at 8:45, just as they were told. The driver opened the rear door and helped them out. A cold chill went down Cindi’s spine. This was really it, not a dream or a fantasy. She was about to be repeatedly raped and then cooked alive. DeeDee looked at the driver and asked for a few minutes alone with Cindi. He shook his head and left them after removing their ball gags, but leaving all the other restraints intact. DeeDee dropped to her knees and licked and sucked Cindi’s pussy like a wild woman. Cindi moaned and groaned with ecstasy, she climaxed and then squirted a big flood of piss allover DeeDee’s face. DeeDee hungrily put her mouth against Cindi’s pussy and swallowed as much as she possibly could. She then got back up and Cindi returned the favor, DeeDee finished quickly, cumming with a loud moaning cry, as she too filled her mouth with piss. The girls kissed hungrily and wished that they had discovered their love earlier, and their passion for piss drinking. The driver came back shortly with another man and reattached their ball gags. They then slowly walked the girls to the spot where the cabinets were set up. Reality was here, this was it. They could see the spitting area close by, with gleaming stainless steel spits standing tall next to the preparation table. The coals of the cooking pit glowing bright red in anticipation of their arrival. Both girls were led to the preparation table; they willingly bent over the table and were quickly strapped down. Their butt plugs were roughly removed and a parade of hooded guards approached them. The girls turned their heads to see each other, as the first guard spread Cindi’s legs and jammed his huge cock deep into her ass. Within seconds, DeeDee felt her backside being impaled with a huge black cock ass well. Both girls moaned as well as they could due to the ball gags stuck deep into their mouths. Their ass fucking session went on for over an hour, man after man invaded them, filling their virgin asses, and steaming hot pussies with cum load after cum load. Their legs were soaked with huge gobs of dripping sperm, as they lay there drifting into sub space from their overload of pleasure. The girls were filled and the men were finished. They soon felt the straps that had bound them being released. They were helped to stand up, their legs shaking from the wonderful ordeal. “OK girls, time to get into your cabinets, the picnic is starting at 2:00 pm, and you both will need to be fully cooked and ready by then.” He walked the girls to the cabinets; they were large white fiberglass boxes with the fronts hinged to open like a car door. The top had a hole that was about neck size, with a big rubber gasket around it. The guard opened the front door of the cabinet, inside was a small polished steel seat with a huge silver perforated metal cylinder protruding upward. It was about ten inches long and over two inches wide with a domed top. The sides of the cabinet had steel rings to attach the girls wrist cuffs to, and the floor had similar rings for their ankles. A wire attached to a spring clamp dangled inside of the cabinet, and several small nozzles were arranged throughout the cabinet. On the top of the cabinet, in full view of the occupant was a temperature gauge and a timer, enabling the victim to see how long she was cooking. “OK, who goes first?” asked the guard. “Me,” yelled out Cindi, with all the anticipation of a kid on Christmas. The guard then removed her hand cuffs and then removed DeeDee’s as well. “I usually do the basting before you enter the cabinet, but you two have been such great girls that you may baste each other. That bucket is full of olive oil and a big soft sponge. Have at it.” he said. The girls took turns covering each other from head to toe with olive oil, they left no spot untouched. They made sure that even their faces and hair were fully covered. The guard then handed Cindi a cylindrical sponge on a stick. “You know what this is for, right?” he asked. “Sure do,” DeeDee retorted. She took the sponge, dipped it in the oil and stuck it far up Cindi’s pussy, making sure it was fully oiled. She then handed it to DeeDee who returned the favor, oiling Cindi’s pussy until it was dripping oil. The guard then tool Cindi by the hands and turned her around to face him. “Now, just let me do the work, you’ll back up until I tell you to stop, then you will sit down on the probe until it fully enters you, understand? It’s large and might hurt for a second, but the oil will help lots.” Cindi looked terribly excited, and was shaking all over, even though she was at the precipice of her fate, she was sexually excited to near orgasm. She took the guards hands and slowly backed up until she was told to step into the cabinet, which she did. She then was ordered to stop and begin to sit. She gasped for a second and slowly lowered her body onto the cold steel microwave element. As it touched her lips, she shook for a second, and then sat down fast, ramming it into her tight pussy. She gasped and let out a soft moaning sound as it hit bottom. The guard then quickly took her shackled ankles and clipped each one to a hook on the cabinet’s floor. He then took each wrist and likewise attached them to the cabinet sides. She was gasping for breath as she was so terribly hot, she could hardly control herself. He then took a wide fiberglass strap that was attached to the side of the cabinet and laid it across her lap. He put it in the buckle and pulled it very tightly. Cindi could hardly breathe, it was so tight. “Don’t want you to fall out,” he laughed. “Now, this will hurt, but just for a short time, so take a deep breath and hold it when I say so.” he ordered. He then took up the wire that was hanging in the cabinet; it was a temperature probe and needed to be inserted to make sure the cooking was just right. The end of the probe was sharp; needle like and about 4 inches long. He took her left tit in his hand and squeezed it tightly. She gasped as he grabbed her. Then, with one swift motion, he took the probe and jammed it into her breast until it was fully inserted. Cindi let out a blood curdling scream, which only gave the guards a laugh. The cabinet door was then shut and locked. “Next,” he joked. DeeDee wasn’t to sure about this, she hadn’t been told of all that had just happened, but she had no choice. The guard grabbed her hands and started to push her backwards into the cabinet. Quickly, she was sitting down, strapped and cuffed with the huge element violating her pussy. When the guard took up the probe, she cried out “NO,” But with no avail. He once again grabbed her tit and jammed the probe far into her tender flesh. She screamed and cried out, however the guards were unnerved by her cries. “Oh, yes, please fuck my other tit with another one, I want to feel the exquisite pain again,” she cried out. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do. No one ever wanted to be probed a second time. “OK, if that’s what you want,” he said, and turned to grab another probe. “Please stick it in slowly, and fully,” she moaned. The guard obliged, he took the sharp probe and slowly pushed it deep into her breast until it was nearly gone. DeeDee cried and cried, screaming most of the time, but was also obviously orgasming. He then kissed her on the lips ever so gently and closed the cabinet door. “Ready, girls?” he asked. DeeDee looked over to Cindi and mouthed, “I Love you, Cindi” They then shook their heads to indicate ‘Yes’. He then reached to the top of the cabinets and pushed a large green button on each one. The cabinets emitted a sound as they came to life. Instantly, the girls began to moan and groan as the microwave energy hit their clits, causing extreme feelings of passion, causing nearly instant and continuous orgasms to hit them. The idea that they had just voluntarily allowed themselves to be placed in devices that would literally cook them alive never hit home until now. Cindi began to shake and cry. She realized that this was to be her last day, maybe her last hour. DeeDee was riding the waves of unending bliss, feeling every nerve in her body respond to the microwave energy, she was in an endless cycle of orgasm, and was nearly passing out from the pleasure overload. She happened to look at the temperature gauge; the cabinet temperature was now nearly 135 degrees, and rising. She felt wet, and so terribly hot allover, the cabinet had nozzles that were allowing steam to slowly enter, cooking them as well as the microwaves. “How are you doing, Cindi?” she asked. Cindi shook her head, “Yes” and said something, but she could not hear it over the sound of the crowd watching the spitting of another young and apparently very unwilling girl nearby. Time flew by, the clock said 20 minutes had elapsed, and they were both still conscious, but very weak feeling and with less and less pleasure from the element as time progressed. Cindi also was feeling very weak, and wanted desperately to sleep, but she could not allow herself to do so. The temperature in her box was now nearly 165 degrees, and she was so terribly hot that she was having lots of trouble breathing. She desperately wanted water, so did DeeDee. Who was begging for a drink. The guard returned at 22 minutes, and shook his head, “NO,” no water for them. “But, I feel a lot of bubbling inside of me, everything feels funny and bubbly,” Cindi said. “Girls, you are being cooked alive, your body temperature is nearing a boil, if I give you water, your stomachs will explode inside of you, ruining you as food, you don’t want that, do you?” he admonished. “Now, it’s decision time, do you want to remain here in the cabinets until you are fully cooked, or do you want to be removed, have a long, sharp steel spit stuck through your pussy and come out of your mouth, and then barbequed over the lovely fire pit?” he asked. “Will being spitted and then cooking on the fire pit hurt terribly, or will we be unconscious first?” DeeDee asked. “I’ll be completely honest with you both, you have been fantastic subjects, yes, the spitting from what I have seen before is horrifically painful, like nothing else you can imagine. “Does it take long to be spitted, I see the young girl over there screaming and fighting very hard to get away,” DeeDee asked. “Well, that is a special case; she is only 16 years old, and apparently very obstinate. Her parents were very upset with her. She failed a class in mathematics at school, so they sold her to the organization as food for the picnic today. I guess she is not too happy about it. Once we have her strapped down, and the guards are finished raping her, it will go quickly.” he answered in a matter of fact voice. “They have requested a very long, drawn out spitting ritual, and a slow barbequing for her as they desire her to be awake and alert as long as possible, even up to her serving to the guests.” “Oh, well, how long will we have once we are spitted, you know, I mean, will we be awake or...” her voice trailed off in a sleepy tone. “I understand,” the guard answered. “You will most probably still be conscious, the spitting will not take too long, and the person doing it is very skilled. You will not have any vital organs punctured, only your vagina and stomach. You should remain alive for some time, up to a half hour or more, and have lots of time to fuck your clit on the cold steel spit as you are riding it. Your arms and legs will be tied to supports we will slide on the spit after you are impaled. They will keep you steady and rotating over the coals, nothing is left to chance.” he said. “I’ll go for it!” Cindi yelled out. “Just one request, can we make the spitting last as long as possible, please?” “Of course, for you girls, anything you want. Now, as for the fire pit, do you want it to go quickly or not? It’s up to you how close you are to the coals.” “Fast, please, I don’t want to slowly cook, I want it to be very fast, OK?” she begged. “Of course, a good choice, now let’s get you started.” he finished as he unlocked the cabinet, unlocked her ankle and wrist cuffs and helped her step out. DeeDee was amazed at how Cindi looked, her tits were at least three times their normal size, leaking milk at an alarming rate, her belly was swollen and her entire body was bright red. She could only guess that inside her cabinet, she looked the exact same way. She said nothing as Cindi was helped to walk to the spitting area. Cindi looked back at DeeDee, smiled a furtive smile and mouthed, “I love you,” once again. DeeDee only shook her head and smiled. “And for you, my dear?” asked the guard. “I’ll stay here, I don’t want to change, OK?” she asked. “Of course, anything you desire. We will have to make some changes to finish cooking you here. We need to remove the rubber ring around your neck and place a glass cylinder over your head to keep the steam and heat in for the time needed to finish cooking you. The heat will increase quickly and the cabinet will fill with steam, you won’t be able to see out of the cylinder then. You should fall asleep quickly, the end will be peaceful and rather quick, but unfortunately, quite excruciatingly painful.” “That’s Ok, it’s not like I have a choice, right?” she said jokingly. “You’re amazing, what a girl, too bad we are cooking you today, you could have been fun.” The guard slipped the rubber gasket ring out of the neck hole and then took a glass cylinder with a closed top, placed it over the hole around her neck and turned it tightly on so that nothing would escape. He blew a kiss to DeeDee, she returned it. He then turned to the cabinet’s top panel and pushed three buttons. At once the steam quantity changed considerably, the cabinet filled in seconds, causing the cylinder to haze over. DeeDee was hardly able to catch a breath as the steam was filling her lungs with red hot water vapor. The microwave element was switched to “HIGH”, causing huge amounts of energy to flow into her body, causing violent shaking and orgasmic contractions at an amazing rate. Her entire body was one gigantic nerve ending, and it was in overload. Her screams and moaning could be herd everywhere. Soon, her thoughts began to drift back to days of her childhood. Then, her mind went black and she was no more. A small tear flowed from the eye of the hardened guard as he gently lifted her body from the cabinet and placed it on a stainless steel cart, destined for the serving area. She would not get to see her lover, Cindi, as she was spitted, screaming and climaxing over and over as the hardened steel shaft impaled her nubile, young body, causing her to climax as she tried as hard as she could to move up and down on the shaft to fuck herself as she lay there waiting, basted and ready to barbeque. Her turn over the fire pit was next; soon, she too would be food for the masses.