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Unsere neuen Nachbarn

Teil 1 

„Daddy, unsere neuen Nachbarn sind da“ rief ich, oben in meinem Zimmer aus dem Fenster schauend. Lärmend fuhr ein großer Möbeltransporter die Auffahrt neben unserem   Haus hinauf. „Hoffentlich sind das nicht wieder solche Chaoten wie letztes Mal“, sagte Daddy mürrisch. Ihm gefiel das alles nicht, denn unsere vorigen Nachbarn waren echt schlimme Leute gewesen. Laut und irgendwie total verrückt, fand ich auch. Ach ja ich vergaß uns vorzustellen. Ich bin Jessica, noch 17 Jahre alt, mein Daddy heißt Lukas. Meine Mama verstarb letztes Jahr bei einem Unfall, jetzt leben Daddy und ich zusammen in unserem Haus. Wir wohnen zwar etwas abgelegen, dafür aber schön ruhig und ländlich in der Natur. Ich ging die Treppe hinunter zur Küche, Daddy hatte gerade unser Frühstück fertig. Seit meine Mama letztes Jahr gestorben war, mussten wir beide miteinander auskommen, es war nicht immer leicht für Daddy, aber er bemühte sich so gut es eben ging. Ich schaute aus dem Küchenfenster und sah einen Mann, eine Frau und ein Mädchen, sie war wohl etwa in meinem Alter. Sie war sehr hübsch, hatte schulterlange, blonde lockige Haare und sehr lange Beine, die gar nicht mehr enden wollten. Ok ihr Arsch war etwas dick fand ich, dafür hatte sie aber sehr knackige Brüste. Sie trug ein rosafarbenes Sommerkleid, und ich wurde ehrlich gesagt ein bisschen neidisch auf sie. Das waren also unsere neuen Nachbarn.

Ich musste dringend los zur Schule, besuchte das Gymnasium und hatte in diesem Jahr das Abitur vor mir. Echt stressig war das, aber was soll’s, es musste ja sein. „Tschüss Daddy, bis nachher“, rief ich noch, schnappte mir meine Tasche und wollte zur Bushaltestelle laufen. Ich schaute noch einmal zu unseren neuen Nachbarn hinüber, als der Mann mich freundlich grüßte, er winkte mir zu, wohl merkend, dass ich ihn beobachtete.

Ich lächelte kurz, musste dann aber dringend zum Bus, der schon angefahren kam.

Der Tag wollte gar nicht enden, und so war ich froh, nachmittags wieder nach Hause gehen zu dürfen. Es war inzwischen sehr warm draußen und ich war zu dick angezogen, das nervte mich. Also ging ich rauf in mein Zimmer und zog mich um, meine Auswahl war ein leichtes Sommerkleid in meiner Lieblingsfarbe.

„Vielleicht sollten wir sie mal zum Essen einladen“, sagte Daddy, als wir zusammen am Tisch saßen. „Du ich weiß nicht so recht“, sagte ich. „Wer weiß, was das für Leute sind, wenn ich nur an die alten Nachbarn denke, wird mir schon schlecht, obwohl der Junge von denen fand ich eigentlich ganz süß“, lächelte ich Daddy an. „Nun hör aber auf“, sagte Daddy. „Jessica, er war hinter dir her, und das weißt du“. Daddy war wohl etwas eifersüchtig. Ich lachte und dachte mir meinen Teil. Naja so sind halt die Väter, wenn ihre Töchter flügge werden, überlegte ich.

„Ach Daddy“, sagte ich und umarmte ihn. Daddy lächelte mich an und ich wusste, alles war wieder gut. „Wollen wir heute Abend ein bisschen grillen?“ fragte Daddy mich.  „Ja gerne“, antwortete ich. Es war immer sehr schön, Daddy hatte einen großen Grill selbst gebaut, einen großen, der hatte sogar einen Deckel. Daddy meinte dadurch bleibt der Braten schön saftig und das Fleisch behält den Geschmack viel besser. Im letzten Jahr hatten wir ein großes Spanferkel gegrillt und mit einigen Gästen aufgegessen, es war super lecker obwohl mir das Schweinchen leid getan hatte. Aber als ich von dem Fleisch selber etwas gegessen hatte, verflogen meine Bedenken völlig, ich hatte noch nie etwas Leckeres gehabt zum Essen, so köstlich war es. Mein Daddy hat früher als Koch gearbeitet und weiß wie man es richtig zubereitet, damit es eine Delikatesse wird. Daddy war gerade dabei, den Grill im Garten aufzustellen, als ich plötzlich eine Stimme hörte. Ich saß in der Küche und sah, wie der neue Nachbar bei Daddy stand und mit ihm redete. „Hallo Herr Nachbar“, sagte der neue Nachbar zu Daddy. „Wir sind eure neuen“, lächelte der Mann. „Ich heiße Kai, das ist meine Frau Anna und unsere Tochter Jenny.“ Daddy reichte ihm die Hand. „Hallo“, sagte Daddy. „Freut mich sehr eure Bekanntschaft zu machen. Ich heiße Lukas. Ja ich hörte heute Morgen euren Möbelwagen“.

Ich traute mich nicht hinaus und beobachtete das Ganze hinter dem Küchenfenster. „Ja wir sind noch am einräumen der Möbel“, sagte Kai. Er schaute zu mir herüber und es war etwas seltsam, aber etwas Geheimnisvolles lag in seinen Augen dachte ich in diesem Moment. Er war sehr attraktiv. Ein großer, glatzköpfiger Mann mit einem Bart, das fand ich besonders süß irgendwie. Er war sehr kräftig gebaut, muskulös. Ich kann es schlecht beschreiben, aber in dem Moment wo ich ihn sah, fühlte ich eine innere Zuneigung zu ihm. Er hatte mich aber wohl nicht entdeckt, denn er schaute wieder auf Daddy.

„Wollt ihr mit uns zusammen essen heute Abend?“, fragte Daddy ihn. „Es ist genug da, wir kochen immer reichlich, diesmal wollen wir aber einen schönen Grillabend machen, meine Tochter hat einen leckeren Salat gemacht, es gibt genug davon“. „Ja ansonsten gerne“, sagte Kai. „Aber du weißt ja wie das ist, wir müssen noch so vieles einräumen und es gibt noch soviel zu tun. Und wir haben noch etwas ganz Besonderes vor, wir beide, nicht wahr Jenny?. Aber wir wollen es versuchen“, sagte Kai freundlich zu Daddy. Dann drehte er sich um und die Familie folgte ihm wieder zu ihrem Haus. Daddy kam in die Küche, und sah mich an. „Unsere neuen Nachbarn, echt sehr nette Leute. Ich hab sie zum Essen eingeladen nachher“, sagte er. Er lächelte, ich war echt froh, dass Daddy die neuen Nachbarn akzeptierte, jedenfalls wie es seinen Ansprüchen genügte. „Das ist doch schön“, sagte ich. „Daddy ich möchte nachher noch zu Thomas“, sagte ich. Thomas, mein Freund, wohnte nur ein paar Häuser weiter. „Keine Zeit dafür“, sagte Daddy und gab mir einen Kuss auf meine Wange. „Du kannst mir helfen, das Grillfleisch zuzubereiten. Du weißt, ohne dich gehts nicht, ich brauche dich, alleine schaffe ich es nicht“, fuhr er fort. „Ach Papa, muss das denn sein?“, fragte ich. „Lass mich doch zu Tommy“. „Nicht so frech, junges Fräulein“, sagte Daddy mit ernster Stimme. „Nun komm, wir haben noch genug zu tun.“

Ich wollte noch weiter protestieren, aber entschied mich doch anders, als ich den strengen Blick von Daddy sah mit dem Holzlöffel in seiner rechten Hand. Ich wusste, er würde mir mit dem Löffel einen Klaps auf meinen Hintern geben, wenn ich nicht gehorche. Das hatte er schon mal gemacht, und es gefiel mir überhaupt nicht, denn es gab jedesmal einen blauen Fleck. Ich wollte nicht das mein Freund das sieht, denn es war mir peinlich, Es sah ja so aus, als wenn ich noch den Po versohlt bekäme, und das in meinem Alter, immerhin war ich schon 17 Jahre alt, fast 18. Wir gingen zusammen in den Garten, Papa fing an, die Grillgrube auszuheben.

„Oh man Papa, wieder so viel, wer soll das denn alles essen?“, fragte ich, als ich plötzlich ein komisches Geräusch aus dem Garten des neuen Nachbarn hörte. Neugierig lief ich  zur Hecke hinüber, um zu sehen was da los war. Ich sah Jenny, die Tochter unseres neuen Nachbarn, wie sie im Bikini im Garten herum lief, aber sie hatte nur das Höschen an, ihre Brüste waren nackt. Ihr Vater folgte ihr und er hatte eine lange, metallene Stange in seiner rechten Hand, in der anderen Hand Grillkohle und eine große Tüte mit Holz. Die beiden liefen zu einem großen Tisch, daneben standen Eimer mit Wasser und noch andere Sachen. Dann sah ich, wie Jenny sich über den Tisch beugte. Sie lag mit ihren Brüsten auf dem Tisch, ihre Beine weit auseinander gespreizt. Dann band ihr Vater sie an den Tisch fest. Was hatte das wohl zu bedeuten, fragte ich mich. Ein seltsamer Anblick, denn ich hatte sowas noch nie gesehen. Kai band Jennys Arme zusammen, nach hinten über ihren Rücken. Ich beobachte weiter die Situation. „Daddy… Daddy…“, flüsterte ich leise zu meinem Vater hinüber. „Das musst du dir unbedingt ansehen“, flüsterte ich weiter. „Was ist denn los?“, fragte Daddy und kam zu mir. Ich riss meine Augen weit auf, als ich   sah, wie Kai das Bikini-Höschen seiner Tochter hinunterzog, ihr blanker Hintern war jetzt zu sehen. Ich musste kurz wegschauen, als Kai seine Hose öffnete und sein langer, dicker Penis heraus kam. Aber ich war viel zu fasziniert, um einfach weg zu sehen. 

Außerdem viel zu neugierig.

Daddy und ich sahen, wie vor unseren Augen Jenny von ihrem Vater gefickt wurde, mit heftigen Stößen und lautem Stöhnen ergoß er sich schließlich in die Muschi von Jenny. Jenny stöhnte auch laut auf, anscheinend gefiel es ihr sogar sehr. Um so größer war die Überraschung, als Kai das lange Metallrohr nahm und es an der Vagina von Jenny ansetzte. Das Rohr war sehr lang, es blitzte in der Sonne und war sehr spitz vorne. Jenny stöhnte laut auf, als Kai mit zwei Fingern ihre Vagina auseinander spreizte und das lange Rohr langsam in sie hinein schob.

Immer tiefer ging es in sie hinein, ihr Vater stieß immer kräftiger zu, als Jenny plötzlich aufschrie vor Schmerzen oder was auch immer. Aber sie stöhnte eigentlich, empfand sie dabei Lust, fragte ich mich. „Oh mein Gott Kai, was machst du da?“ schrie Daddy plötzlich. „Was in aller Welt hast du vor mit deiner Tochter?“. „Unser kleines Ferkelchen wird aufgespießt“, sagte Kai, als wäre es die normalste Sache der Welt. Plötzlich schrie Jenny wie am Spieß, ja sie war ja am Spieß, das sah ich ja. Oh Mein Gott, dachte ich, aber war gleichzeitig fasziniert von der Situation. Ich wusste von meinem   Körper, dass Kai wohl durch Jennys Gebärmutter hindurch gestoßen hatte, so tief war der Spieß inzwischen in ihr drin. „Du tust ihr doch weh“, schrie Daddy und sprang über den Gartenzaun, wohl, um Jenny zu helfen. Ich blieb hinter der Hecke, damit mich keiner sah, das Ganze war echt zu heftig für mich. „Lukas, beruhige dich, ich muss mich jetzt voll konzentrieren, sonst töte ich sie zu schnell und das wäre schade“, sagte Kai mit ernster Stimme und drückte den Spieß ein weiteres Mal in den Körper seiner Tochter. Jenny quiekte wie ein Schweinchen. Fasziniert von dem ganzen sah ich ihnen zu. Mit großen Augen und offenem Mund, ich   wusste nicht was ich tun sollte, war wie gelähmt. Die ganze Situation war so unwirklich. Passierte das wirklich, oder träumte ich nur? Ich kniff mir in den Bauch, ja es tat weh, also war es real. Ich merkte, wie ich langsam immer feuchter wurde unten. Ich kniff meine Oberschenkel zusammen. Mit jedem Stoß von Kai den ich sah, fühlte ich mit Jenny. Ich wusste es würde Jenny fürchterlich weh tun. Gleichzeitig wurde ich aber sehr erregt von dem Anblick. Immer weiter trieb Kai den Spieß in den Körper von Jenny hinein. Jenny schrie, aber niemand würde sie hören dachte ich, denn wir wohnten ja ziemlich abgelegen.

„Aber sie ist doch kein Spanferkel, sie ist doch noch so jung und deine Tochter“, schrie  Daddy verzweifelt. „Du kannst sie doch nicht aufspießen“. Daddy sah, wie das Sperma und etwas Blut aus Jennys Muschi tropfte. Jenny schrie vor Schmerzen, aber gleichzeitig stöhnte sie so laut vor Lust, ich musste fast lachen, als ich das hörte. Kai ignorierte Daddy und setzte seine Arbeit fort. Daddy ging nach vorne zu Jenny und sah in ihre verweinten Augen. „Willst du das, oder zwingt er dich dazu?“, fragte er sie.

„Ich will das nicht“, sagte Jenny, „aber er ist mein Vater und ich muss ihm gehorchen“, waren Jennys letzte Worte, als ich sah, wie die Spitze des Spießes aus Jennys Mund heraus kam. Dann verstummte Jenny und es war nur noch ein bisschen Röcheln von ihr zu hören. Daddy war auch wie betäubt und sackte zu Boden, er starrte Jenny immer noch ins Gesicht. Jenny schaute ihn auch an. Kai spreizte mit zwei Fingern Jennys Po-Backen  auseinander und trieb einen weiteren Spieß in ihren After. Wieder schrie Jenny auf, aber diesmal viel leiser, es war eher ein verzweifeltes Röcheln zu hören.

Dann band er Jennys Knöchel an den Spieß. Mit einer weiteren Stange spreizte er ihre  Beine auseinander. Die Stange drang in ihre Oberschenkel ein und hielt sie so in der Stellung. Kai befestigte die Stange an den Spieß und rief zu Anna, seiner Frau: „Sie ist fertig Anna“. Dann sah ich, wie Jennys Mama mit einer großen Schüssel voller Soße und einem Pinsel aus dem Haus kam, in der anderen Hand ein großes Tuch.

Dann drehten die beiden Jenny um. Plötzlich zog Kai ein Messer aus seiner Hose. Was hatte er denn jetzt vor, fragte ich mich. Kai schaute seiner Tochter in die Augen, dann setzte er das Messer oberhalb von Jennys Vagina an. Entsetzt sah ich, wie er Jennys Bauch aufschlitzte bis zu ihrem Brustbein, dann holte er ihre Innereien aus ihrem Körper heraus. Er schlachtete sie regelrecht. Ich  konnte es nicht ertragen und schaute weg bei dem ganzen. Es ging alles so schnell und Jenny machte keinen Mucks mehr. Alles war voller Blut. Kai nahm ihre Leber, ihre Nieren und das Herz heraus, er schnitt die Organe regelrecht aus ihrem Körper und legte sie auf einen großen Teller, um sie nachher auch zu braten, wie er sagte. Dann zog er Jennys Eingeweide heraus, mit einem großen Platschen fielen sie in den großen Bottich, den er unter den Tisch geschoben hatte. Dann sägte er Jennys Brustbein in der Mitte durch, sowie oberhalb ihrer Vagina den kleinen Knochen. Ich fühlte bei mir die Stelle mit meinen Fingern. „Ein bisschen über meiner Muschi“, dachte ich und tastete die harte Stelle ab. Ich hörte es plötzlich knacken, als Kai seine Tochter an ihrer Hüfte etwas auseinander brach, sie war jetzt völlig offen. Es erinnerte mich an das Spanferkel was Daddy letztes Jahr gegrillt hatte, das Fleisch sah so rosig aus wie damals überlegte ich. Ich konnte es nicht fassen, Kai hatte tatsächlich gerade seine Tochter wie ein Tier geschlachtet. Jennys Mama wusch sie danach von innen, mit viel Wasser, und tupfte sie anschließend mit dem großen Tuch ab. Sofort begann sie, Jennys Körper mit der Soße zu bepinseln. Zuerst ihren Bauch, ihre Arme, ihre Beine, danach besonders gründlich ihr Inneres. Ich sah, wie die BBQ-Soße aus der geteilten Muschi von Jenny tröpfelte. Daddy war wie gelähmt, er sah Jenny immer noch in ihre großen Augen. Ich fühlte wie ich  immer nasser wurde, es tropfte richtig aus meiner Scheide, mein Höschen war inzwischen voll durchnässt. Es gefiel mir irgendwie, Jenny so leiden gesehen zu haben, das muss ich zugeben, ja ich wurde ein bisschen geil sogar dabei. War ich etwa eifersüchtig auf sie? Für einen kurzen Moment stellte ich mir sogar vor, selbst dort auf dem Tisch zu liegen, mit dem Spieß von Jennys Vater durch meinen Körper. Ich wurde immer erregter bei diesen Gedanken.

„Also Lukas, schön dass du vorbeikommst, du bist aber etwas früh dran“, sagte Kai zu Daddy und wusch sich seine Hände ab. „Was war das?“, fragte Daddy ihn. „Warum hast du ihr das angetan?“. „Sie ist jetzt unser kleines Schweinchen und ich werde sie zum Abendessen grillen“, sagte Kai mit ernster Stimme.

„Schau dir doch mal Jennys Fleisch an“, sagte Kai begeistert zu Daddy. „So rosafarben, so zart. Wusstest du eigentlich, das man am Fleisch im Inneren der Vagina einer Frau erkennen kann, wie gut sie schmeckt? Je rosiger, desto besser und schau dir Jenny an“, lächelte Kai. War das etwa wahr wegen der Farbe? Ich machte mir jetzt echt Gedanken darum… „Guck mal Lukas, ihre beiden knackigen Po-Bäckchen, ja unsere Jenny hat echt viel gemacht dafür, das sie so groß wurden, es macht echt viel aus, wenn die Mädchen Sport machen“, lächelte Kai zufrieden. Ich ging ein bisschen hoch und konnte ein bisschen davon sehen, Ja Kai hatte recht, ich dachte vorhin noch, Jennys Hintern wäre dick und fett, aber im Gegenteil, die richtigen Begriffe wären wohl prall, rund und fleischig. Ich erwischte mich dabei an meinem Hintern herum zu fühlen, mit einer Hand drückte ich  

meine linke Po-Backe zusammen, es war richtig weich und irgendwie fühlte sich meine  Haut dort besonders zart an. Dann kamen die beiden Männer auf mich zu. Ich stand immer noch hinter der Hecke, um alles beobachten zu können. „Hallo?“, fragte Kai mich. Erschrocken stand ich auf und nahm meine Hand von meinem   Po. Wie hatte er mich sehen können, fragte ich mich und mit stotternder Stimme sagte ich zu Kai: „Warum haben sie das gemacht mit Jenny?“. Eine dumme Frage war das, aber ich wusste nicht wie ich reagieren sollte und war sehr erschrocken. 

„Jenny ist heute 18 Jahre alt geworden“, sagte Kai. „Und wo ich herkomme ist es üblich, wenn ein Mädchen 18 wird, sie wie Fleisch zu behandeln. Ihr Besitzer kann entscheiden was mit ihr geschieht und ich bin ihr Vater, also ihr Besitzer und ich habe es so entschieden, dass sie heute gegrillt wird“, sagte Kai und schaute mir streng in meine   Augen. „Aber dann….“, ich überlegte kurz, „werden sie sie auch essen?“, fragte ich schüchtern, aber auch irgendwie neugierig. „Natürlich“, sagte Kai zu mir. „Wenn sie fertig am Spieß gebraten ist. Jetzt ist sie noch roh. Aber wenn sie fertig ist, ist sie eine Delikatesse, glaub mir“. Ich schaute ein bisschen entsetzt, dann mit fragenden Augen Daddy an. „Wer ist das?“ fragte Kai plötzlich Daddy. „Das ist meine Tochter Jessica“, sagte Daddy, noch etwas benommen und offensichtlich völlig überfordert von der ganzen Situation. „Wie alt bist du?“, wollte Kai von mir wissen und schaute mich streng an. Daddy war überrascht von der Frage, aber er wollte wohl unbedingt vermeiden, das Kai  das jetzige Alter von mir erfuhr.

„Sie ist alt genug“, stammelte Daddy. Das war aber wohl nicht die richtige Antwort und Kai fragte weiter: „Alt genug wofür?“. Ich wurde verlegen. Mir fiel ein was Kai vorhin gesagt hatte. Mit 18 würde man für ihn nur ein Schweinchen sein, eines, das gegrillt und aufgegessen wird… Kai hatte so besondere Augen und war sehr attraktiv. Mir gefiel seine strenge, bestimmende Art. Ich war immer noch wie benommen und sehr erregt von der Aktion gerade. 

Mit einem hochroten Kopf stammelte ich: „Ich werde in zwei Wochen 18“. „Soso“, sagte Kai zu ihr, dann schaute er hinüber zu Daddy. Er sagte aber nichts weiter und ging wieder hinüber zu Jenny und zu seinem Haus. Ich kam mir plötzlich so dumm vor. Warum hatte ich das zu Kai gesagt, fragte ich mich, es war doch egal wie alt ich bin, was würde ihn das angehen? In zwei Wochen 18, wie klingt das denn? Es war mir jetzt wirklich peinlich dies zu Kai gesagt zu haben. „Wow“, sagte Daddy plötzlich. „Das ist doch nicht wahr“, stammelte er. Wir beide sahen, wie Jenny über offener Glut über eine Feuerstelle gehoben wurde. Ihre Mutter und Kai  hatten sie wohl dahin getragen, denn diese Feuerstelle hatte ich vorher nicht gesehen. Langsam begann Jenny sich zu drehen. Ja sie wurde in diesem Moment gegrillt und ich  schaute mit offenem Mund zu und konnte nichts mehr sagen. Ich schaute Daddy an. Warum sagte er nichts? Fasziniert schaute er zu, das sah ich. Ja erregte es ihn vielleicht sogar, denn ich sah, wie er sich mit seiner Zunge den Mund ableckte. „Papa…“, stammelte ich. „Sollten wir nicht die Polizei rufen?“, fragte ich ihn. „Du hast es gehört, Jessica. Dort wo er herkommt ist es ganz was normales“, sagte Daddy. Ich schaute wieder zu Jenny hinüber. Ihr Körper verwandelte sich langsam aber sicher erst in eine etwas rötliche, dann an immer mehr Stellen in eine bräunliche Farbe. Immer wieder rotierte sie über der Glut. Ein herrlicher Duft nach gebratenem Fleisch durchzog den Garten und es wurde alles so still und friedlich. Ab und zu hörte man das Knacken des Holzes unter Jennys Körper, und das Zischen der Flüssigkeiten, die aus Jennys Körper in die Glut tröpfelten. „Kommt doch auch herüber“, rief Kai. „Wirst es nicht bereuen Lukas“, sagte er zu Daddy, während er immer wieder Jennys Körper mit der Soße bestrich, wohl um das Fleisch nicht austrocknen zu lassen über der Glut. „Daddy, wir können da doch nicht mitmachen?“, fragte ich Daddy leise. „Warum eigentlich nicht?“, sagte Daddy. „Schau dir die Kleine mal an, er hat recht, sie ist ein kleines Spanferkelchen“, lächelte er. „Schau nur wie schön braun und knusprig sie schon ist“. „Ja ich komme“, sagte Daddy. Ich war geschockt. Würde Daddy, den ich über alles liebte, so etwas tun? Das Fleisch von Jenny essen? „Jessica komm auch“, rief Kai. „Nein besser nicht“, sagte ich. „Ach nun kam schon, probiere auch mal davon“, sagte er weiter. „Niemals“, protestierte ich, aber als Daddy sagte ich sollte nicht unhöflich sein, ging ich doch hinüber und setzte mich neben Daddy an den Tisch. „Schau mal Jessica“, sagte Kai, „wir sind Dolcett-Leute. Für uns ist es ganz normal so etwas zu machen. Und Jenny wusste, dass sie mit 18 Jahren am Spieß endet. So ist das nunmal bei uns. Du bist doch auch aus Fleisch, also auch essbar oder etwa nicht?“. Ich erschrak bei diesen Worten. Ja Kai hatte wohl recht. Klar sind wir aus Fleisch, aber sowas? Ich erschrak ein weiteres Mal, als mir wieder einfiel, dass ich in zwei Wochen 18 werde. Aber ein Glück waren wir keine Dolcett-Leute überlegte ich und beruhigte mich wieder. Kai fing an, eine große Scheibe von Jenny’s Oberschenkel abzuschneiden und legte es auf den Teller von Daddy. Daddy roch daran, es duftete herrlich. Es war mir klar, was das war auf dem Teller, aber ich konnte nicht weg schauen. Vorsichtig nahm Daddy Gabel und Messer und schnitt sich ein kleines Stück von dem Fleischstück ab. Als er es in seinem Mund hatte, kaute er es langsam. Ich war wie gelähmt, konnte mich nicht bewegen. Es ist schwer zu beschreiben, aber auf eine besondere Art faszinierte es mich, es Daddy essen zu sehen. Es schmeckte Daddy sehr, das konnte ich sehen. Ja er genoss es sogar. „Na wie ist es?“, fragte Kai. „Deine Tochter…“, sagte Daddy. „Oh mein Gott, so lecker. So zartes Fleisch, so etwas Besonderes hab ich vorher noch nie gegessen“. „Ja Jenny war etwas ganz Besonderes für mich und meine Frau“, sagte Kai. „Jenny wusste es schon lange, aber sie musste mir gehorchen, so will es unser Gesetz, das Gesetz von Dolcett“. Mit diesen Worten schnitt er sich ein großes Stück aus Jennys Po-Backe heraus. Auch ihre rechte Brust legte er sich auf seinen Teller. Seine Frau begnügte sich mit Jennys Händen und ihrem rechten Fuß. Genüsslich knabberte sie die Zehen und Knochen ab. War ich gerade in einem Traum gefangen oder was passierte hier? Ich konnte es nicht fassen, geschweige denn glauben. „Möchtest du nichts, Jessica?“, fragte Kai. Ich konnte es nicht glauben, fragte dieser Typ mich gerade so etwas? Etwas von Jennys Fleisch zu essen, würde mir im Traum nicht einfallen, sagte ich entschieden zu ihm. Entsetzt von dem Ganzen stand ich auf und lief zur Feuerstelle, zu Jenny. Ich fing an zu weinen. Jenny tat mir so leid in diesem Moment. Und Kai sagte sogar, sowas ist normal… Aber kann das denn echt so sein, fragte ich mich. Das ist doch alles so furchtbar, das kann nicht stimmen, dachte ich. Kai schaute mir nach, das fühlte ich. Ich fühle sowas, wenn jemand mir auf meinen Körper schaut, ganz besonders auf bestimmte Stellen meines Körpers.

Seine Blicke richteten sich auf meinen Hintern, das fühlte ich regelrecht.

Ich fing an langsamer zu laufen, denn ich wusste, meine Po-Backen wackelten etwas  wenn ich zu schnell lief. Das war mir jetzt echt unangenehm, und ich schämte mich etwas dafür.

„So, Jessica wird also in zwei Wochen 18?“, sagte Kai zu Daddy, während er

genüsslich ein großes Stück aus Jennys Brust heraus biss.

„Du solltest es dir überlegen Lukas“, sagte er weiter. „Ehrlich jetzt, deine Tochter sieht wirklich lecker aus, ihr Arsch ist reif dafür und ihre Brüste sind groß genug“.

Die beiden Männer schauten sich an, zuerst sagte keiner ein Wort. „Was meinst du Kai, soll ich etwa meine Tochter braten und essen? Ich denke nicht, dass ich Jessica essen könnte“, sagte Daddy. „Ich bin ja nicht wie ihr“. „Musst du ja auch nicht Lukas“, sagte Kai und lächelte dabei. Ich schaute Daddy an, was meinte Kai damit? Später gingen Daddy und ich nach Hause. Ich ging sofort nach oben auf mein Zimmer,  nahm mein Tablett und googelte nach „Dolcett“. Ich fand diese Sachen, zuerst nur Zeichnungen, dann immer heftigere Sachen, Geschichten und Fotos, alles wirkte so echt. Es war also wahr, überlegte ich…

Ich sah Frauen und Mädchen, wie sie von Leuten aufgespießt oder sogar aufgegessen wurden. Das war also Dolcett…. Ich merkte wie ich wieder feucht im Schritt wurde, als ich mir die Bilder und Zeichnungen ansah. Ich bewegte meine Oberschenkel hin und her, kniff sie zusammen und spreizte sie wieder auseinander. Plötzlich durchzuckte mich ein heftiger Orgasmus. Ich erschrak vor mir selbst, als mir das passierte. Erregte es mich etwa, fragte ich mich… Fortsetzung folgt….

[yoursnuffslut]

Dolcett Fantasy

@meatluvvr asked his followers for a dolcett themed story; that inspired me to write my own.

Part I

The building is low, rectangular, nondescript. Fresh pavement, well tended lawn and garden, and clean stucco. I checked the address I had, hastily scrawled on a piece of scrap paper; it confirmed I was in the right place.

“Doesn’t look like much, does it.”

“I think that’s the point.”

Rebecca and I stood side by each outside the nearest bus stop, under the shade of a large, overhanging tree. Behind us, the street was midmorning summer quiet. Apart from the occasional drone of a large truck passing on the nearby interstate, and the distant hum of a lawn mower, all was calm.

It felt surreal, to be here after so many hours spent thinking about this moment. While I couldn’t speak for Rebecca, this was, by far, the most exciting moment of my life. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.

“Well,” I said, “are we gonna go in, or what?”

Rebecca frowned, and bit her bottom lip.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” I said.

“No,” Rebecca said, shaking her head. “No, no. Of course not. I want this—bad.”

“Okay, good. Then prove it. Come on.” I took her hand and, after a moment’s resistance, Rebecca acquiesced, letting me pull her up the path after me.

When we reached the opaquely polarized double glass doors, we found them locked. At first, I was confused. Then I saw the buzzer, set discreetly off to one side. Shrugging, I looked to Rebecca, who shrugged back. I pressed the button with my index finger, sequined pink polish glittering prettily in the sunlight, then stood back and waited.

“Good morning,” said a pleasant female voice. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, hi. Um, my friend and I are looking for”—I repeated the address—“are we in the right place?”

“You are. How can I be of service?”

I looked at Rebecca, confused. What was I supposed to say? Of all the illicit promotional material I’d read, nowhere was there any mention of codes, secret passwords, or similar nonsense. I’d assumed getting inside would be as easy as opening the door and walking in. Now, I was beginning to wonder; was I making a mistake?

“Look. I don’t know what you want me to say. We found your address online, and my friend and I are very interested. We’d like to come in and talk to someone, if that’s possible.”

The intercom crackled, as if expressing doubt.

A second passed, two.

Just as I was about to give up, a buzzer sounded and the lock clicked. I was able to pull the door open. I held the warm metal in my hand, peering around the edge of the door at the darkness within. Cool air blew out to meet us, enveloping us in its icy grip. I looked around at the calm, cheery brightness of the day, then made eye contact with my friend.

“Well,” I said.

“Well,” Rebecca agreed.

“If we do this—if what I’ve read is true—there’s no going back. Are you sure you wanna go through with it?”

“I’m sure if you’re sure.”

“All right, then. Let’s do it.”

@meatluvvr - sorry to tag you again, but since this story is for you, I wanted you to know that I’ll be updating this particular post as I write; check back on it periodically if you want to read future installments.

Part II

A woman waited for us in the lobby.

She was petite, blue eyed and blonde, dressed in business casual, and sporting a wide smile full of perfect white teeth. As we approached, she held out a hand, shook Rebecca’s and mine, then gestured for us to sit on a white leather loveseat across from an identical chair, in which she sat.

“Ladies, good morning. I’m Delaney Mackintosh, customer relations representative for this facility. Who might you be?”

We introduced ourselves.

“Good, great,” Delaney Mackintosh beamed. “What brings you to our facility today?”

“I’ve always,” I began, at the same instant Rebecca said, “We wanted.”

Everyone chuckled a bit, and after each of us urged the other to go on, I continued, meeting Delaney Mackintosh’s kind, interested gaze.

“I can’t speak for Rebecca—okay, we’ve known each other so long I could, but I won’t, I’ll let her tell her own story in a bit,” I said. “Personally, I’ve been fascinated with the idea a long time. I grew up curious and open minded; after puberty and the internet, I had something to focus my fascination on.”

“Okay,” Delaney Mackintosh said. “How did you make the leap? What first alerted you to the existence of our organization?”

“It started with damsel-in-distress type fantasies. Growing up, I didn’t just want to be any princess, I wanted to be the princess. The one coveted, lusted after. So much that the dastardly villain just had to take her for himself. You can ask my brothers; I’m sure they’ll tell you how tired they got of rescuing me.”

Rebecca laughed. “It’s true,” she said. “Playing with her could be an exercise in patience. You’d just get her untied when, whoops, she’d manage to fall prey to another scheming baddy.”

“I take it your fantasies started with her,” Delaney Mackintosh said to Rebecca. “I remember all kinds of back and forth between my best friend and I growing up.”

“It’s true,” Rebecca said. “Though it was a bit of a stretch, to go from playing recuse the princess with her and her brothers to fantasizing about being killed and eaten.”

“I’ll never forget the first time I told you,” I said, and Rebecca smiled. To Delaney Mackintosh I said, “She came over to my place one day our senior year. I had it all planned out. I showed her the art I’d found online, and then let her read some of the stories that pretty much dominated my masturbatory life that year.”

“How did you feel, learning your best friend wanted to be killed, cooked and eaten?”

“It was a shock. I was really put off, at first, to be honest. Then, like, the more I read, the more I watched, the more I learned—it all made sense.”

“I’ve been doing this a little while,” Delaney Mackintosh said, “and you’re the first pair of friends I’ve dealt with. Lovers, sure. Usually there’s enough of a physical bond to overcome any awkwardness or hesitation from one party or the other. But platonic friends? You guys are a first. You aren’t physically intimate, are you?”

Rebecca and I both laughed.

“Not unless you count a few exploratory kisses,” I said.

“We’re just good friends,” Rebecca said. “Once she told me she wanted to go through with this, I couldn’t let her do it alone.”

Rebecca held out her hand and I took it.

“Speaking of which,” Delaney Mackintosh said,  “I hate to get official on you girls, but before we go any further, I’ll need to see some identification. As you know, while the process is completely legal, it requires participants be both willing and able to consent.”

I fished my driver’s license out of my purse and handed it over.

Delaney Mackintosh held it up, studied it, then looked long and hard at me. I felt like I did the first time Rebecca and I tried to sneak into a club—certain Delaney Mackintosh would find some nonexistent flaw, some legal triviality to disqualify me, and my dreams would be squashed forever.

“Thank you,” she said, finally, handing my license back to me.

“Please don’t judge me on that picture alone,” I said.

Delaney Mackintosh smiled politely, took Rebecca’s license and checked it, then passed it back.

“Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, I’m obligated by law to inform you of something. If you accompany me into the next room, there is no going back. If you have doubts or second thoughts, however minute or seemingly inconsequential, now is the time to act on them. You are perfectly free to leave, take time, think things through, and come back when you’re ready.”

“What,” Rebecca said, pausing to clear her throat. “What happens if we do go on, and then change our minds?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. You’re a smart girl. You know what we do here. The experience can be pleasurable to the point of transcendence, or it can be coldly detached and brutal.”

My whole body went rigid at her pronouncement. My nipples stiffened and my sex ached; I could feel myself moisten as my body simultaneously tensed and relaxed, ready for fucking. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, certain Delaney Mackintosh could see right through me, knowing Rebecca would be able to read me like a book. I couldn’t help but think about it; the sudden shift from person to meat, as simple as walking through a door.

Pretty soon, I realize, I wouldn’t just be thinking about it—I’d live it.

“I don’t meant to pressure you, Becca. This is a big decision, and I’ll support you no matter what you decide,” I said, standing. “But I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.”

“Excellent. And what about you, miss?”

Rebecca frowned. I got the feeling she finally realized the enormity of her decision. If she went with me, that was it; as far as Rebecca the person was concerned, at least. There would be no more school, no more work, no more makeup, shoes or boys. Very likely, her last moments on this earth would be confused, even painful. By this time tomorrow, she would dead, her carcass cleaned, butchered, and portioned. However, if she left, she would be on her own; the dynamic duo we’d formed on the first day of kindergarten all those years ago would be no more. Her best friend—me—would be dead, and she’d be left alone to deal with the consequences.

“I, um, I’m not sure.” Rebecca frowned, clutching her purse to her chest, as if it were a talisman that could ward off evil or, I thought, more likely, a doll. “I mean, I want to go with her, so she doesn’t have to face this alone, but it such a big decision, I—”

My cunt spasmed as a possibility occurred to me.

What if she left and I went on ahead; her life would continue, she’d get old, find someone, maybe settle down and have kids. Losing me would no doubt hurt her for a long time, but after a while she’d get over my passing, and maybe forget me entirely. Meanwhile I would be dead, full stop, this very day, and the best I could hope for in terms of longevity was a prolonged stay in the back of some cannibal gourmet’s freezer. More likely I’d be dead, dissected, digested, and somewhere in the waste treatment process by the end of the week.

Did I really want that?

Was I truly ready to die for the enjoyment of others, never to know pain, pleasure, fear, joy, or anything else, ever again? And how about my parents; my other friends and family members. To them, I was not only a person whom they loved and cherished, but a living embodiment of their life’s work. My parents spent thousands of dollars and thousands of hours raising me, taking care of me, making sure I was happy and healthy and fed, with clothes on my back and a roof over my head. Was this selfish decision not squandering all they’d sweated for, spitting in the face of their efforts?

I felt warm, soft. My whole body yearned to be touched; squeezed, poked, prodded. I wanted nothing more than to lie down, close my eyes and spread my legs.

Of course, I could do all those things and more if I called this off and went home right now.

However, deep down I knew my solo escapades would never satisfy me again; nor would any man be able to bring me to the same orgasmic heights as my death tremors.

I couldn’t make up my mind.

If Rebecca wanted out, I decided, I would go with her; if she wanted to go on, to hell with everyone else—we would do it!

“Miss, are you ready?”

I blinked. “Huh, what?”

Rebecca was beside Delaney Mackintosh, and together they stood staring at me. Sometime during my own mental wanderings, Rebecca must’ve made up her mind.

“Are you sure” I asked.

“Positive.” Rebecca said, grinning widely.

“Oh … My … God.”

We squealed, jumping up and down like two little girls excited for Christmas morning. When we were through we hugged, then turned to look at Delaney Mackintosh, who was once more smiling.

“Ready to go on?”

“Ready,” Rebecca and I said.

“Be ready,” she said, “for in this room, all your dreams will come true.”

Part III

The next room resembled the intake portion of a police station, as I’d seen depicted on TV. There was a desk, manned by an older woman who looked up—but did not smile—as we entered, a wall with painted lines, indicating measurements anywhere from thirty-six to eighty-four inches, and a laughably small camera set up on a tripod.

“Welcome to the first stage of processing,” Delaney Mackintosh said. “At this point, I’m going to ask that you had over all your personal belongings to me. Purses, wallets, cell phones. You can keep your clothes for the time being, but I need the rest.”

Rebecca and I reluctantly surrendered our belongings; I felt naked, giving up my cell phone, lifeline to the outside world and one of the final things tethering me to the life I was about to leave behind.

“Now, each of you will have your picture taken. This is for legal purposes; like producers of pornography, we are required to keep detailed records of every girl that comes through our facility. That way, if there is ever a complaint, we can point to your file and say, uh uh, she was legal and consenting.”

“Makes sense,” I said, hugging myself.

To think that I might not be around to speak for myself—to defend my actions against potential accusers that ranged from my parents to state and local government—sent a chill through my veins. My arousal, which had peaked the moment Rebecca made her decision to accompany me to our shared fate, began to wane. Despite the long, intimate hours I’d spent fantasizing about this, I’d never imagined it would be such a drawn out process. This felt more like passport renewal than a precursor to being snuffed and butchered.

Rebecca went first, holding a card with her name printed on it, exactly like an inmate would do for her mugshot. The old woman—Gladys was her name—snapped orders and pictures with equal detached aplomb. She gave off a decidedly unpleasant vibe, and it was obvious to me why she was here, past the point of no return, rather than out in the lobby greeting guests; if Rebecca and I had been ‘welcomed’ by Gladys, there’s a good chance we would’ve talked ourselves out of continuing.

“Next,” Gladys droned, and Delaney Mackintosh nudged me gently towards what I couldn’t help but think of as the ‘Wall of Shame.’

“How do I look?” I asked her as I passed. “Okay?”

“Hold the card chest height,” Gladys intoned, ignoring my question. “Look straight into the camera. Do not smile.”

I did as I was told, turning when she said, holding the card up so the camera could clearly see my name as well as my face.

When it was over, we went to another room, where we were told to strip naked.

“Naked?” Rebecca repeated. “But it’s so cold in here. We’ll freeze.”

Delaney Mackintosh apologized, but insisted; it was a necessary part of the process.

To show Rebecca there was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of, I unbuttoned my denim chambray shirt and lifted it over my shoulders. Instantly, I was confronted by cold; it seemed to cling to my skin, like a film, raising hairs all over my body and sending a final, painful, stiffening jolt to my nipples. Nevertheless, I continued removing clothing, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor, before undoing and shimmying out of my white denim capris. Next I kicked off my bamboo sandals and stood in salmon pink bikini panties while I waited for Rebecca to catch up (the poor thing was having a hard time lifting off her yellow sundress).

“What happens to our stuff?” I asked, more to pass the time than out of any real concern.

“Your clothes will be laundered and taken to donation centers. Your other belongings will be sent back to your family.”

I grimaced.

“Is there a problem?” Delaney Mackintosh asked.

“Would you mind wiping my phone first? There’s some stuff on there I don’t want my family to see.”

“Of course. I’m sure our tech department can take care of that for you. Now, if you don’t mind,” she said, gesturing to my panties. “I don’t mean to rush you, girls, but I know how chilly the facility is, and I’m only thinking of your comfort.”

I slid the skintight fabric down my thighs and quickly folded the garment up, hoping to hide the embarrassing dampness in the crotch. I dropped them to the floor with the rest of my clothes, and turned to see Rebecca, naked, legs crossed and arms folded together in front of her breasts. I smiled encouragingly, and she gave me a weak grin in return.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get this party started.”

“Excellent. If you girls will just follow me,” Delaney Mackintosh said, disappearing through a door on the opposite of the room from the one we entered.

“I guess we’d better hurry,” I said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Rebecca said, a bit more comfortable with her nudity, now we were alone. “Hey, listen. Are you sure about this?”

I shrugged. “What choice do we have? You heard her. There’s no going back now—only forward.”
 “I know, but—”

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. Rebecca stiffened, as if I were a stranger, as if she’d never seen me naked—or I her—but gradually relaxed, melting in my embrace.

“Shh,” I said, rubbing her back, feeling her shoulder bones beneath her smooth, taunt skin. “It’s okay. Soon, we’ll live out our fantasies; soon, none of this will matter.”

Rebecca hiccuped, and I realized she must’ve been silently crying all along.

“We could go back,” she said. “What are they gonna do? We could probably make it out into the street before anyone realized we weren’t goin ahead.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t think so. They’ll have thought of that.”

A sob escaped Rebecca’s lips.

“There’s only one option left to us, and that’s to go forward. If you want, I’ll go first.”

Rebecca sniffed, nodded, and pulled away.

“Okay. Let’s g—g—get on with it.”

“All right,” I said. “Follow me.”

Part IV

“Hello?” I said, peering into the foggy darkness. “Is anyone there?”

“Delaney? Miss Mackintosh?”

Rebecca and I huddled together near the door we came through, uncertain whether to proceed or await further instruction. It was colder in this room; it felt like we were standing in a fridge or a freezer (in fact, the sensation called to mind a childhood memory of being shown the inner workings of a Pizza Hut while attending a birthday party; the place they kept the dough felt exactly like this).

I took a tentative step forward, but was halted by steady pressure on my arm. Rebecca. She held me tightly and would not let go.

“I don’t like this,” she said.

“Neither do I, Becca, but we can’t stand here all day. I’m sure there’s a reason Delaney left us; she probably assumed we were smart enough to know to follow her, and now she’s waiting in the next room, disappointed. You don’t want her, or anyone else, to think we’re slow, do you?”

Rebecca whimpered.

Gradually, her resistance weakened and I was able to pull her forward. Immediately, the door we came through slammed shut, locking with a hermetic hiss.

“That settles that,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”

Truthfully, I felt something was very wrong. I’d always assumed that, given the immense sacrifice I was making by volunteering for such a process, that I’d be treated like royalty. Maybe that’s symptomatic of my generation’s coddling; being told, almost from birth, that you’re special has to have an effect, no matter how subdued, on your psyche. But if you think about it, my reasoning is sound, and my argument makes sense.

However, the world doesn’t always make sense. To paraphrase someone wise: sometimes, you get fucked. I dwelt on this maxim, wondering how I could’ve made such a poor choice, feeling betrayed and a little scared, as we walked deeper into the gloom.

A klaxon siren sounded once we passed a certain point; along with it, a yellow light began to flash. It was like when you see machinery—big, dangerous production lines—start up in movies. Instantly, I disliked it; approaching blindly, in the dark, knowing that somewhere, sometime, I would be killed, was like waiting for a jump scare in a movie, only a thousand times worse.

Rebecca pressed closely against me, and I felt a pang of guilt for dragging her along with me. Poor, sweet, loyal and suggestible, she would’ve followed me anywhere. I should’ve known better than to confess the truth of my desire.

“W—what is this?”

“I don’t know,” I said, shouting to be heard over the noise.

Suddenly, the floor beneath our bare feet began to move. Whirring, mechanical sounds filled the air, and we were carried forward, towards the far side of the room, which was obscured by mist and darkness.

Velcro straps emerged from the floor and wrapped automatically around my ankles, securing me in place.

“No!”

I looked up to see Rebecca being hauled off the conveyer belt by what looked like two men in doctor’s—or butcher’s—uniforms. “Wait,” she cried. “I want to go with her. Please!”

“Becca!” I said, but when I tried to step away, the straps tightened, pinning me to the floor and preventing me from doing so. 
A third man emerged from the gloom. He wore a mask, an apron, latex gloves and clear plastic goggles. I took one look into his cold, detached eyes, and knew pleading with him would be futile. He took my wrists and raised my arms over my head, and secured them with identical velcro straps that hung from the ceiling. After making sure they were tight, the conveyor belt halted.

He returned, holding electronic clippers; they buzzed, and my auburn locks fell to the floor around me.

Next, I was sprayed with some kind of liquid—it was viscous, like oil, and after a second or two, it started to burn, as if my whole body were an open wound and they’d just covered me in alcohol. I screamed, thrashing in my bonds, but the more I struggled, the tighter they got, until I was almost totally immobilized. Behind me, somewhere in the darkness, I could hear Rebecca crying. I wanted to call out to her, tell her not to be afraid, that it would all be over soon, but the burning pain was almost too great for me to form a coherent thought, and it was certainly too much for intelligible speech.

The conveyer continued.

I approached a metal arch, with little modules that looked like speakers placed at regular intervals around it.

Suddenly, jets of air assaulted my sensitive body. I screamed as the pressure increased and I felt bits of me blown away as I was dried. I felt a particularly wet splat, and looked down to see what only could’ve been one of my eyebrows plastered to my arm. It remained there, stuck to my pink skin for a second, before it was blown away, gone forever.

When the blowing stopped, the room was deathly quiet. I still felt pain from the spray, but it was distant now; I realized with shock that that was how they dealt with body hair, which was always one of my biggest sticking points when it came to this fantasy. All the cartoons and stories ignored the fact of human hairiness, when in reality you would never cook a woman with a head of luscious locks than you would a pig that hadn’t been shaved first. The spray must’ve been some kind of depilatory chemical.

Which meant…

Something warm, viscous and wet, probed my anus. It seemed to hesitate there, as if sensing my reluctance, but before I could process the reality of its existence—let alone its intent—the pressure increased and I felt myself brutally parted as it fully entered me. Warmth and wetness, followed by painful bloating, as the intruder sprayed some kind of liquid deep into my bowels. It was awful; humiliating, uncomfortable. The worst kind of violation imaginable. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I tried to think about something else, anything else, but as if sensing my thoughts, the device kept moving—every time I got used to it and its awfulness in one spot, it shifted to another.

My stomach, generic stand in for the rest of my insides, felt bloated, like a combination of the worst indigestion with the worst menstrual cramps.

“Please, stop! Kill me now!”

I heard the words, and thought at first Rebecca had spoken them. It wasn’t until the device withdrew, bringing with it the contents of my insides, and I screamed, that I realized it’d been me.

For better or worse, Rebecca was gone, and I would never see her again.

My stomach dropped when I realized what they’d done.

Either intentionally or on purpose, they’d swapped Rebecca’s and my stated preferences.

I’d always dreamed of being spitted and live roasted; of feeling the heat build until it became intolerable, wincing in agony as my fat was rendered and my body slowly roasted in its own juices. I dreamed about the orgasms I would have, squirming around the implacable steel spit, whereas Rebecca wanted it to be over with as soon as possible. She desired a quick, humane slaughter, followed by post-mortem processing.

“You bastards,” I said; I imagined them greasing Rebecca up, her dark hair gone, eyes red and wide, lips peeled back in a grimace of absolute terror. “Delaney, I can’t believe you did this to us, you, you horrible cunt.”

There was a hiss, the crackle of static, and her familiar voice rose above the mechanical din:

“As you can see, we’re in the middle of processing our latest intake. The one on the lefthand side of your screen request live spitting, while the one on your right desired a quick and painless end. Unfortunately, since they did not do their research, they did not know—until very recently—that we were unable to accommodate their requests. You see, ladies and gentlemen, in order to deliver the quality and flavor you deserve, we are required to make the process as traumatic and painful as possible.”

My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe my ears.

Not only was I lied to, I had unknowingly lied to Rebecca as well. How many times had she heard from my lips the pleasures that awaited? To be fair, I was working with flawed, incomplete information; everything I’d read, all the comics and images I’d seen, suggested the most powerful orgasms imaginable awaited those brave enough to sacrifice their lives for the culinary enjoyment of others. Had it all been a sham, designed to lure in the gullible (like me), or were the authors and artists unwilling accomplices, lured by their own twisted desires to imagine only the best possible scenario?

While I thought, the conveyor continued forward.

One moment I was in the dark, the next there was bright, blinding light.

“If you look closely,” said Delaney Mackintosh over the loudspeaker, “the processes are about to reach their climax.”

I heard a whir, then felt a flare of pain as something moved up my body from my now-hairless sex to just below my breasts. I looked down in time to see mechanical arms pull my abdomen open, and my insides, a coiled mess of grey and pink and dark red, go spilling out of my body. It was a surreal feeling, to see my inner workings, the very things keeping me alive, leave my body. There was pain, but only a little; it was more the eerie sensation of being turned inside out that troubled me.

I pissed, voiding the one area they’d neglected—probably for aesthetic purposes—to clean out prior to my disemboweling.

“Agh,” I groaned, looking up towards the speaker, where, very faintly, I could still make out the words being spoken.

“Her offal will be ground up and sold as feed for livestock; soon, shock and blood loss will cause her to expire, after she reaches the peak of her agony. Then, and only then, will she be parceled, packaged, and made available for purchase. Choice cuts will be auctioned, while the rest sold on a first come, first serve basis.”

My eyelids fluttered.

I felt cold.

The world, distant.

“It looks as though she’s going … going … and, gone.”

I slumped.

The last thing I heard was:

“We’ll now turn our attention to the other. She’s ready to be spitted, and her flesh will be served as part of the complimentary dinner, included in the price of your tour.”

[captain-bengamin-us]

The Zoo Job - Part 1 Penny leaned on the wall next to the King Cobra exhibit at the Dolcett Zoo while texting idly on her phone.  It had already been a pretty slow day and what little business the zoo had seen was winding down as closing time neared.  Like most Zoos the Dolcett featured a myriad of mammals, reptiles, birds, and even some fish.  What made this particular one stand out however, was the added feature of volunteer feedings.  Women could volunteer themselves as meat for most of the animals in the Zoo and allow themselves to be eaten while crowds of strangers watched.  Penny worked as one of the many attendants at the Zoo, helping volunteers to gently lower themselves into the cage so the Snake could eat them.  She also had the added responsibility of limiting how many women could volunteer in a day.  The King Cobra could handle up to 10 women in one day; however the Zoo management didn’t want to let the animals gorge themselves like that unless they were preparing for hibernation. Penny herself wasn’t a hard specimen on the eyes either.  The Zoo management had a habit of hiring hot college co-eds as attendants in order to boost attendance and Penny was no exception.  The 21 year old wore her shoulder length dirty-blonde hair in a pair of pigtails and her official Dolcett Zoo staff uniform had a very “sexy schoolgirl” look to it with a very short plaid skirt and a tiny white T-shirt that struggled to contain her massive rack. Today however Penny looked more like a bored schoolgirl.  It was the middle of July and that meant peak barbeque season.  Most snuffettes and meatgirls were either swinging from a tree or turning on a spit in their backyard.  Today only two girls had fed themselves to the King Cobra.  The first was a 40 something year old widow who waited too long to roast and ended up having her meat downgraded to a C.  While she could have at least sold herself off for hamburger meat she spiraled into depression and considered herself “unfit for human consumption,” which is why she fed herself to a snake instead.  Penny thought that was a shitty way to start the morning.  Things improved however when around 3pm a couple in their mid-20s stopped by.  Apparently the man had a vore fetish and his girlfriend had lost a bet with him so she had to fulfil his fantasy.  While the girl said she wasn’t a voraphile she enjoyed the process more than she thought she would and had a couple of orgasms on her way down.  Her boyfriend however thoroughly enjoyed watching her get consumed by the snake, so much so that Penny had to blow him while she was eaten to keep him from nutting all over the side of the tank, another one of her responsibilities. Other than that the day was uneventful.  While two girls wasn’t a feast for the cobra it was enough to hold him over until tomorrow.  The figure of the last girl eaten by the cobra had long since dissolved while the snake slept peacefully and Penny was texting her college roommate Roxy in order to pass the time.  She was so dazed that she didn’t notice her boss Mr. Robinson approach. “Hey there Penny!” he said to the startled girl. Penny looked up suddenly and quickly shoved her cell phone into her bra, slightly embarrassed.  “Hey Mr. Robinson, sorry about having my phone out.  It’s just been so slow today that there isn’t anything else to do.”  She said sheepishly. “Don’t worry about it Penny,” Robinson said, “Actually I’m here to ask you for a favor.” “Sure Boss!  Anything,” Penny said, eager to avoid any punishment for having her cell out. “Well as you said the park has been pretty dead today and while Mr. Cobra here is taken care of we’ve had so few volunteers that some of the other animals haven’t eaten all day!” Penny nodded and continued to listen, though she already knew where this conversation was headed. “I was wondering, could you head over to the other end of the reptile area and feed yourself to the Komodo Dragon?” Penny smiled, “Of course Mr. Robinson, anything to help out.” “Are you sure Penny?”  Robinson inquired, “I don’t want you to make you go out of your way.” “It’s no trouble at all,” Penny assured him, “I was going to roast at my boyfriend’s start of the year frat barbeque, but I’ll just get my roommate to roast instead.  He’s always wanted to taste her juicy ass anyways.” Penny chuckled. “Great Penny!  You’re a lifesaver!  I’d see you off myself, but I have to head over to the aquarium and see if Alexandra can feed her tits to the piranhas and the rest of herself to the giant frog.” “Damn!” Exclaimed Penny, “Alex’s massive tits? Too bad I’ll miss that show. ” Robinson laughed, “I know, if it was a busier day we could have charged admission.”  He started walking off towards the aquarium.  “Thanks again Penny!”  He said as he trotted off. Penny whipped out her phone and resumed her conversation with Roxy. [srry babe, boss came by and asked me to be dinner for a lizard.  Can Brad roast you at the bbq instead?] Roxy sent a reply message almost immediately. [no prob sugartits.  I was thinking about volunteering anyway!  Just send me a sexy pic mid-meal!] Penny smiled at the message.  Roxy was always a bit of a nympho, and in Dolcett that was saying something. [Will do babe!  Give Brad a goodbye BJ for me. <3] Penny went back to her contacts and pulled up Brad’s number. [Hey hon, srry but something came up at work and now I’m lizard chow.  But don’t fret, Roxy’s gonna take my place at the bbq.  I know you want bite out of her ass LOL.  Xoxoxo] With her affairs in order Penny put her phone back into her bra and marched towards the far end of the reptile area. Penny rounded the corner leading to the end of the Zoo’s reptile exhibit.  She found herself in front of the Komodo Dragon’s tank, but unexpectedly she also found herself in front of Mallory, the dragon’s attendant. “Hey Penny,” Mallory said, “Mr. Robinson said you’d stop by.” The brunette girl wore a uniform similar to Penny’s and wore her long dark hair down.  Her breasts were large but not quite Penny’s size.  She also wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses, accentuating her sexy schoolgirl look. “Hi Mal,” Penny responded.  Suddenly a though crossed her mind.  “Wait a sec, if this is your exhibit than how come I’m the one on the menu?”  Penny asked.  She wasn’t upset, mainly curious. “Because I’ve got to turn on the heat lamp after you’re eaten.”  Mal stated, pointing to the large lamp in the corner of the tank.  “Once you turn that lamp on the dragon crawls up underneath it and goes right to sleep, and I can’t exactly shove myself down his throat.” “Oh, I see,” Penny responded, “Well lucky me then.” “Don’t get too jealous just yet,” Mallory said, “Once he’s done with you I’ve got a date with the Venus Flytrap in the Greenhouse.” “Wow!  You too?”  Penny said with surprise, “It must be a really slow day!  Mr. Robinson told me that Alexandra’s gonna feed her tits to the piranhas and the rest of herself to the giant frog.” “Alex is gonna get eaten twice?”  Mal said, just as amazed as Penny, “some girls have all the fun.” Penny looked at the Komodo Dragon which was standing next to the glass and eyeing her up and down.  Clearly the beast was hungry. “Alright, enough gossip.  We both have places to be so let’s get started.”  Penny, pulled her phone out of her bra.  “But first can you do me one favor?” Mallory looked at her skeptically, “I don’t know.  The last favor I agreed to is gonna end with me getting eaten.” Penny smiled, “This one’s easier.  When I’m about waist deep into him, can you take a good picture of me and send it to my friend Roxy?  She’s taking my place at a barbeque and I promised I’d send her a picture before I was gone.” Mallory’s expression changed immediately, “Sure thing!  Just let me know when you’re ready for me to snap the pic.”  And she took the phone from Penny’s hand. “Thanks babe, you’re a doll.” Penny said as she leaned over and placed her hand on Mallory’s shoulder, using her for balance while she removed her regulation black high heel shoes. Penny began to peel off her shirt, showing off her black lace bra which, like her shirt, barely contained her massive breasts.  She reached behind herself and unclasped the brazier, allowing her boobs to bounce freely.  As she tossed her shirt and bra into a nearby clothing bin Mallory resumed their conversation. “So, you, me, and Alex are all getting eaten today?  Business better pick up soon or else they’re gonna run out of attendants.” “It’s just barbeque season.” Penny said as she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs along with her white panties. “Once fall gets here all these animals are going to be prepping for hibernation and they’ll have women lining up to get eaten.” “I guess you’re right.” Mallory shrugged.  Penny tossed her skirt and panties into the bin and with that she was naked and ready.  “Up the stairs please.” Mallory instructed. “I’m not a guest Mal, I know the routine.”  Penny said half-annoyed, as she ascended the short staircase leading to the open roof of the dragon’s tank. “Just a joke,” Mallory said as she followed Penny up the stairs.

[captain-bengamin-us]

The Zoo Job Part 2 Once both girls were at the top Penny turned around and clasped Mallory’s hand.  She used her other hand to grab the edge of tank as Mallory slowly lowered herself into the waiting dragon’s tank.  Once she was about two feet off the ground Mallory let go and Penny landed in the tank on her feet.  The walls of the tank were low enough where girls could be lowered in with a little help but high enough were they couldn’t climb out if they had any second-thought, though few ever did.  Penny turned around to find the Komodo Dragon standing several feet from her, looking at her with a hungry gaze.  Penny moved towards the center of the tank and sat down holding her legs up towards the famished beast. “Hey there Mr. Dragon,” Penny said sensuously, “Mr. Robinson tells me you’re hungry.  He sent me down here to make sure you’re all taken care of.  Now come over here and gobble down this tasty morsel.” “Damn girl, never took you for a voraphile.”  Mallory said, she had descended the stairs and now stood in front of the tank with Penny’s phone in hand. “I’m not,” replied Penny, as the dragon slowly crawled toward her, mouth open. “But there was a girl today at the Cobra tank.  She lost a bet with her boyfriend and ended up getting eaten.  She wasn’t either but I swear she came at least twice on the way down.  I figure I might as well try and enjoy it.” The dragon finally reached Penny and began to lick her feet.  She gasped as the warm wet tongue flicked across her bare feet. “Interesting,” Mallory said, crossing her arms. “Try to let me know how it feels.  If you enjoy it than maybe I have something to look forward to.” The beast widened its jaw and slowly took Penny’s feet into its mouth. “Guess I passed the taste test,” Penny exclaimed, “no turning back now.” The beast slowly inched forward, with each step it brought Penny further and further into its maw.  The dragon’s mouth was slimy and warm.  The sensation was unusual but not at all unpleasant.  Soon Penny could feel her toes pressing up against the top of the dragon’s throat.  It opened its jaw a little wider and with that the throat opened up.  The dragon took another step forward and Penny’s feet entered its esophagus.  The throat was still slimy and warm but also much tighter.  The sensation of the walls of the esophagus gently pulling her deeper into the beast felt almost like a foot massage to Penny.  Before she got too caught up in the moment Mallory spoke up. “Once he gets to your waist he’ll lift you up and let gravity do most of the work.  I think that’s probably the best time to get a good picture.” Penny snapped out of her near trance and looked at Mallory, “Good idea.  Any other tips?” “Just one, if you wanna get off you should probably start fingering yourself now.  From what I’ve seen once your feet are all the way in his throat you’ll start going down a bit faster, and once he’s up to your pussy you won’t have another chance.” “Thanks,” Penny replied.  She started gently stroking her pussy with her left hand as started to suck on two fingers on her right.  Once her fingers were sufficiently wet she removed them from her mouth and thrust them into her now moist cunt.  By this point her feet were completely engulfed by the dragon’s throat and its mouth was halfway up her calves.  Just as Mallory had said her descent into the beast began to accelerate.  Now instead of walking forward the dragon stood still and its throat slowly pulled Penny towards it. Soon the beast’s mouth had reached Penny’s knees and her calves were all the way in its throat.  The dragon lowered its head and Penny straightened her legs to help the beast make its way to her thighs. “How does it feel so far?”  Mallory inquired. “Not bad.  It’s kinda like a full body massage that’s slowly working its way up… Oh!” Penny was cut off by a tingling sensation around her feet. “What’s wrong?” Asked Mallory, slightly concerned. “Nothing, my feet just reached the stomach.”  Penny said, realizing what was happening. “Does it hurt?”  Mallory inquired, somewhat concerned about what lay in her own future. “No, actually.”  Penny said, starting to grin as the beast made its way up her firm thighs and her calves dipped into its stomach juices.  “It just kinda tingles.  In fact, it actually feels pretty good.”   Penny grinned as the beast reached her upper thighs.  Suddenly it flicked out its tongue and quickly licked her wet pussy.  Penny gasped and her grin grew into a wide smile. “How’s that pussy taste Mr. Dragon?  Do you like your entrée?  I hope so.  But don’t forget about dessert!”  Penny used her left hand to squeeze her left tit and then her right, emphasizing what “dessert” was. “You’re really getting into this!”  Mallory pointed out.  She remained standing with her arms crossed but unknown to Penny Mallory’s pussy was starting to get a little moist at the thought of what awaited her. “He’s almost at my hips now!”  Penny exclaimed, her level of arousal slowly increasing.  “Get ready to take the picture!” Mallory pulled out Penny’s phone and turned on the camera.  She adjusted the frame enough so that the dragon’s head and all of Penny that was still outside the dragon was in frame.  Penny continued to finger herself with her right hand but used her left to squeeze her left tit.  She bit her lower lip and looked towards the camera with the sexiest expression she could pull off. Just as the dragon reached her hips it lifted its head, and with it Penny, into the air.  Mallory snapped the camera just as Penny reached her apex. “Did you get it?”  Penny asked, still clutching her tit.  Now she was doing it for the sensation, not just the look. “I’ve seen this dragon eat more than a dozen girls but none looked this sexy on their way down,” Mallory exclaimed, holding up the camera.  Penny was too far away to see the pic but understood Mallory’s point. “Thanks babe!  Go ahead and send it to Roxy, and while you’re at it send one to Brad as well.  He’ll be jealous that this beast gets to eat me instead of him.” Now Penny’s hips had entered the esophagus and her decent into the animal sped up even more.  The pressure from the throat forced Penny’s hand deeper into her own cunt and aroused her even more. “Will do babe,” Mallory said, as she pulled up the contacts and sent the photo.  “I don’t think any guys ever been so jealous of a...” “OMIGOD!”  Penny shouted.  Her eyes suddenly grew wide and her breathing grew heavy.  “My pussy… just reached the stomach!” Mallory looked up at Penny wide eyed.  By now only her tits and head were outside of the dragon’s mouth.  The beast had stopped its swallowing of Penny in order to widen its mouth to accommodate her large melons.  Penny took advantage of the pause to furiously pound her pussy, now that both her hand and cunt were inside the beast’s stomach.  The tingling sensation she felt on her feet from before felt a hundred times better on her pussy.  Mallory’s eyes grew even wider as Penny threw her head back and screamed. “I’M GONNA CUM!  I’M GONNA CUM! I’M CUMMING!” Penny let out a long, loud moan that gradually grew softer.  For a few moments she panted as Mallory looked at her in stunned silence.  Finally Mallory spoke up. “Holy Shit!  Did it really feel that good?”  Mallory already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from Penny.  Her own pussy had gone from moist to quite wet and during Penny’s orgasm she had unconsciously started to stroke it through her panties. “Oh my God!”  Penny exclaimed, still catching her breath.  “I can see why so many women want to die this way.  Sorry Mal, I can’t explain it but just know that if the flytrap is half as good as this than you have one hell of a death waiting for you!” “Damn!  I always saw myself going out as a noose dancer or a strangle girl, but now...” Mallory trailed off, still gently stroking her now quivering pussy.  Penny turned to look at the dragon, still waiting to swallow her tits.  She took her left hand off her breast and patted the dragon on the nose. “Thank you so much for waiting for me to cum Mr. Dragon, that was very nice of you.  Now just let me say goodbye to Mallory and then you can have the rest of me.”  Penny turned to Mallory and noticed her stroking her pussy.  “You can warm yourself up but don’t cum until you’re inside the flytrap Mal.”  Suddenly Mallory snapped out of her daze and removed her fingers from her now dripping pussy.  “Trust me, you wanna save it for the big one.  Now go get ready to turn on the heat lamp.  Mr. Dragon here has quite the meal to digest.  After that you can head on down to the greenhouse.  Don’t bother watching me wriggle inside his stomach.  I can already tell that my feet are gone and my calves are well on their way.  I won’t last long inside him, though I bet I can get off another orgasm or two before I’m dead.” Mallory nodded, “Thanks for the advice Penny.  I hope I can cum that hard as the flytrap digests me.” Penny smiled, “I’m sure you will.”  She turned her attention back to the patiently waiting beast and grabbed her tit again.  “Ok, Mr. Dragon, I’m all yours.  Bon Appétit!”  With that the dragon resumed its swallowing.  Penny closed her eyes and tilted her head back.  Within a few seconds Penny’s remaining body disappeared within the beast.  The dragon closed its mouth and tilted back further as the bulging figure of Penny’s torso quickly descended towards the stomach. Mallory followed Penny’s final instructions and walked over to the heat lamp switch and turned it on.  Instinctively the dragon walked over to the light of the lamp, rather slowly due to the full-sized woman in his stomach, and curled up beneath it.  As the dragon settled in for a well-deserved rest Mallory could make out the faint movement of Penny working herself towards another orgasm.  As much as Mallory wanted to stay and watch she was far too excited about her own fate to stick around.  When Mr. Robinson had asked her to feed the Venus Flytrap Mallory didn’t think it was such a big deal.  Mallory had never been a voraphile and while she had seen dozens of women get consumed by a variety of beasts she had never really understood why they were so aroused by the idea.  But seeing it happen to Penny, another girl who didn’t understand the fetish, and knowing that it would soon happen to her…  She didn’t fully understand yet, but she knew exactly where to go to find out. As she eagerly trotted off towards the greenhouse Penny’s phone buzzed.  Mallory glanced down and found a message from Roxy. [How was it?] Mallory guessed that Roxy knew Penny was no longer in possession of her phone.  And while she wasn’t around anymore to ask, Mallory knew exactly how she would have responded. [It was one hell of a way to go.]

[inthehouseofjessica]

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Chapter One: The Dolcett Club

I’ve never been a big fan of going out on the town, it’s just never been my scene. My girlfriend, on the other hand, loves the nightclubs and bars. On the odd occasions that I gave into her pleas and went with her, I found myself drinking alone at the bar while she danced the night away on the dancefloor.

“Freya wants to go to that new Dolcett Club in town tonight for her birthday, I don’t suppose you want to come?” Charlotte asked me.

“Is that the club where everyone just fucks each other?”

“Yeah, and they also have live spitroasts every night!”

“You do realise you have to be naked in order to get in?”

“Yeah I know.”

“And you’re ok with that? Being completely naked in front of hundreds of strangers?”

“It’s for Freya’s birthday, I can hardly say no can I! So are you coming or not?”

“Sure, I might as well.” I sighed. “I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Great! It’s going to be so much fun! None of us are going to be able to walk in the morning!” Charlotte laughed.

“So I take it normal relationship rules don’t apply for tonight and we can fuck whoever we want?”

“I guess so.” She shrugged. “Why, does that bother you?”

“No, not really. I’m just surprised you’re into all of this. I never expected you to be up for being fucked by random guys in a nightclub.”

“You’re the only guy I’ve ever slept with and since I have no plans to get rid of you, letting my hair down and going to a Dolcett Club will let me experience other guys without the guilt of cheating on you.” Charlotte leant in and gave me a kiss. “And besides, it’s about time I started to embrace the Dolcett Lifestyle a little bit. They’re going to start bringing in new rules into university that limit what we can wear and things like that so I need to get used to the Lifestyle more.”

Later on that night we met up with Charlotte’s friends Freya, Chloe, and Beth, and headed to the new Dolcett Club. There was a huge line outside of the club so we joined the end. Luckily the queue was moving quite fast so we didn’t have to wait long until we were let into the club. I was allowed to go straight in but the girls had to strip naked at the door, place their clothes into a sealed bag, and hand them in before they were allowed to enter. Their hands were stamped with a number so that they could collect their belongings at the end of the night.

We headed straight to the bar and ordered some drinks before settling down in a circular booth in the corner of the club. Charlotte, Beth, and Freya didn’t stay for long though; once their drinks were gone they jumped up and joined the dancefloor. The dancefloor was made up of mostly naked girls, but there were still plenty of guys.

I watched from the booth as a group of guys joined the girl and within minutes one of the guys was getting off with Charlotte with his hand between her legs. I had expected to be really jealous of somebody else getting off with Charlotte, which is why I wanted to come along so I could see what went on, but instead I found myself becoming somewhat turned on by the show.

Chloe, who was still sat down in the booth with me, shuffled up beside me. Chloe was the quietest of the four girls and it surprised me more that she agreed to come along than it did with Charlotte.

“How come you’re not up there dancing?” I asked.

“I don’t really fancy being up there with a bunch of horny guys trying to fuck me.”

“So why come then?”

“I couldn’t say no to Freya, she’s one of my best friends isn’t she.” Chloe sighed. “So does it not bother you that Charlotte is getting off with someone else?”

“I thought it would, but if anything it’s turning me on!” I chuckled as I continued to watch as Charlotte made out with this random guy who still had his hand buried between her legs. All of a sudden, Chloe jumped up onto my lap, quickly unzipped my jeans, pulled out my erect cock and lowered herself down onto it. Before I knew what was happening, she was gently bouncing up and down on my cock, her arms wrapped around my shoulders with her lovely perky breasts only millimetres from my face.

“Oh fuck! I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, Jack.” She whispered.

“Huh? Why?”

“I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I met you. But of course, you’re with Charlotte, my best friend, so I couldn’t exactly do anything could I.”

“I guess not.”

“You’re bigger than I expected!” she panted as she began to pick up the pace.

“Um, thanks.”

“Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum already!” after a few more hard bounces, Chloe suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around me, pulling her shaking naked body against mine as her orgasm ripped through her. She planted her lips on mine to keep herself from screaming out loud. I could feel her tight pussy wildly convulse around my cock which then triggered my own orgasm, sending my cum shooting up into her pussy.

“I’ve never cum that quickly!” Chloe panted as she climbed off me and sat back down beside me.

“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.” I grinned.

A voice then sounded loudly over a speaker system. “Ladies, it’s time for the Rope Dance! The nooses are lowering now so if you want to do the Rope Dance, just slip a noose around your neck and get dancing!”

I watched as around hundred nooses lowered from the ceiling above the dancefloor. I saw Charlotte signalling for me to come over so I left the booth and headed over to her.

“I’ve always wanted to do this!” she confessed as she slipped the noose over her head. She tugged on the rope twice and all of a sudden she shot up into the air, letting out a squeal. Girls all over the dancefloor began shooting up into the air, lifted by the rope around their necks.

It was a wonderful sight watching Charlotte dance around on the noose as she struggled for air. The nooses were specially designed so that they didn’t actually kill the wearer, but so that they pass out after around an hour or two of hanging.

Charlotte kicked and squirmed as she hung high above the dancefloor, out of reach from those of us still on the ground. Freya and Beth were hanging too, not far from Charlotte. Some girls were clawing at the rope, regretting putting it around their neck, but most girls, including Charlotte, Beth, and Freya, had their hands between their legs furiously fingering themselves. The voice over the speaker sounded again.

“Once all of our hanging girls have passed out, we’ll randomly spit five of them. They’ll wake up already spitted and over the coals!”

I wasn’t sure how exactly they select which girls to roast, but I sure as Hell didn’t want them to choose Charlotte. As amazing as she would look with a spit run through her, I didn’t want to lose her. I returned to the booth and joined Chloe again. The girls will be hanging for about an hour so there’s no point standing around the dancefloor. I still had a pretty good view of Charlotte from the booth anyway.

“They look so sexy.” Chloe said as she stared out at the countless girls who hung from the ceiling, all kicking, swinging, and wriggling around. People continued to dance, grind, and fuck underneath the hanging girls, but they ran the risk of being soaked by those who weren’t able to control their bladder or those who were able to bring themselves to a squirting orgasm whilst hanging.

“I’m just going for a piss.” I told Chloe before heading to the back of the club to find the toilets. It was no surprise that the toilets were unisex, and I guess it wasn’t that surprising that the toilets were full of people fucking too.

I didn’t spend a minute longer in the bathroom than I needed to and quickly got out there. As I turned the corner I bumped into a lovely short blonde-haired girl, almost knocking her over onto her ass.

“Oh, excuse me.” I smiled.

“I’m sorry, that was my fault. I’ve been rushing around here like crazy trying to find my friend so that we can finally leave.”

“Not a fan of these kind of clubs then?” I asked.

“It’s my first time and my friend decided not to tell me where she was taking me. She disappeared with some guy the moment we got here and I haven’t seen her since. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible so I can get away from guys trying the bend me over and fuck me.”

“Come on, I’ll help you find your friend. Stick with a guy and other guys won’t bother you.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “I’m Lucie, by the way.”

“Jack.” I shook the girl’s hand and followed her into the bathroom. Once she had looked around and failed to find her friend in there, we started our way back to the main dance floor.

“Have you checked the rope dancers?” I asked her.

“Rope dancers? What are those?” Rather than explain to her what they were, I pointed up at the ceiling as we entered the main club space.

“Oh my god are those girls hanging?” Lucie gasped.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, the nooses are designed to not kill people. They’ll just pass out after about an hour but once everyone has passed out, the club will randomly choose five to spit and roast.”

“If my friend is up there can I get her down?” Lucie seemed a little alarmed.

“I’m afraid not. They’ve only been up there for about fifteen minutes. If she’s up there you’ll have to wait another forty-five minutes and hope she doesn’t get selected to be roasted.”

I led Lucie onto the dancefloor and she began her search for her friend. Having no idea what her friend looks like, I just enjoyed the view of the countless girls hanging and bringing themselves to endless orgasms.

“There she is!” Lucie called out, pointing up at a tall red-head girl who was kicking wildly as she hung from the ceiling. “Do you mind if I sit with you while I wait for her? I don’t really want to stand around alone.”

“Of course. I’ll take you to the booth we’re sat at. My friend Chloe is there waiting for me. My girlfriend and her two friends are up there hanging too!”

“Aren’t you worried your girlfriend might get roasted?”

“I’m trying not to think about it. There’s about a hundred girls hanging so she stands a pretty good chance of surviving. But if she does get chosen, I know she’ll make one hell of a spitroast!”

We reached our booth and I introduced Lucie to Chloe and the two girls seemed to get on well with one another right away. The girls talked about all sorts; sex, school, and more sex.

“Earlier, I came within like two minutes from sex. I’ve never cum that fast in my life!” Chloe chuckled quietly.

“I’ve never…um…had an orgasm.” Lucie whispered, much to Chloe’s surprise. “Maybe whoever made you cum that quick is still around here somewhere and could try and give me my first orgasm.” Lucie joked.

Chloe glanced over at me with a huge grin on her face and Lucie quickly realised why and turned bright red.

“Climb onto his lap, slide down onto his cock and after a couple of minutes bouncing you’ll be screaming louder than ever before.” Chloe winked.

“Well that won’t be very hard.” Lucie laughed. “My ex-boyfriend was absolutely crap in bed.”

“Just go for it! You’ve got nothing to lose!” Chloe nudged Lucie in my direction.

“I’ve only just met Jack though!” Lucie protested unconvincingly.

“You’re in a Dolcett Club, it doesn’t matter!” I just sat there silently as Chloe continued to try and convince Lucie to have sex with me.

“Plus he has a girlfriend!”

“He had sex with me whilst his girlfriend was making out and being fingered by a random guy on the dancefloor and if she isn’t chosen to be roasted then she’ll no doubt fuck a couple of guys before the night’s over. That’s the whole point of the Dolcett Club, Lucie, to have a good time without the guilt of cheating!”

“Ok, ok! I’ll do it! But if he’s not able to make me cum then you have to finish the job for him.” Lucie mischievously laughed. She nervously shuffled over to me and climbed onto my lap as she slipped her hand down my pants. It didn’t take long for me to become erect so she eased my cock out of my zipper and lowered her wet pussy around it.

“Oh fuck you are big!”

“First thing that Chloe said.” I laughed. Lucie was extremely tight, tighter than any girl I’ve had before, but after a few bounces her juices were flowing and she was loosening up.

“Mmmm!” Lucie began to moan. “Oh fuck!”

With my hands on her ass, she bounced harder and faster, slamming herself down onto me once only the tip of me was in her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to me and burying my head in her chest. I began to suck on one of her erect nipples and I could feel her whole body begin to tremble and twitch.

“Oh god! Oh god! Fuck! Mmmmmmm!” Lucie thrust down on me last time before her beautiful young body erupted in an almighty orgasm, her convulsing pussy clamping down on my cock. I unloaded my cum into her just before she slid off me and slouched on the chair as she caught her breath. “That…was…amazing.”

“I told you he was good.” Chloe giggled.

“If your girlfriend does fuck some other guys tonight, she’s going to be very disappointed if she’s used to having you fuck her!” Lucie laughed.

“Haha, well I’m the only guy she’s ever slept with so she wants to experience other guys tonight. We’ll just have to wait and see how she finds them!” I said as I returned my cock back into my trousers.

“That’s if she doesn’t get spitroasted.” Chloe pointed out. “Your cock might end up being her only cock!”

“True. Right, I’m going to get drinks. Who wants what?” I asked.

“I’ll have an Amaretto and Coke please.” Chloe said.

“I’ll have one of those too please.” Replied Lucie.

I made my way over to the bar and ordered the drinks. Drinks are completely free at Dolcett Clubs thanks to just how successful the Dolcett Corporation earns globally. Experts have given up estimating how much the Corporation brings. Also, since girls are required to strip naked in order to enter the club, it would be a little difficult for them to carry around money.

Free alcohol, of course, came with its downside. Bouncers constantly wander the club ensuring that things are in order, but if anyone is caught up to no good, then they will be punished. For the guys, they will most likely be kicked out of the club but the girls can face a selection of punishments. Anyone who’s just far too drunk will be kicked out but girls being rowdy or aggressive might be locked into a set of stocks for a few hours to be used by the clubbers. Is a girl is particularly violent, especially towards staff, then they may even end up riding a spit. Dolcett Clubs take no nonsense.

“Hey there.” A tall blonde smiled as she stood by my side at the bar.

“Hi.” I smiled back, taking a quick glance at her naked body. She was fairly thin, but had lovely curves and a plump ass. Her breasts were quite perky and round and her nipples stood tall.

“Fancy a quickie while we wait for our drinks? Service is so slow in this place.” She asked as she shuffled closer to me and seductively pushed her ass into the air.

“Um, sure.” I stepped behind her and she leant forwards, laying her arms on the bar and spreading her legs. I pulled my cock out of my trousers, gave it a quick rub, and slipped it into the girl’s smooth pussy.

“Oh wow!” she gasped as my cock filled her. I wrapped my hands around her waist and began to ease in and out of her. I quickly picked up the pace and before long her head was buried in her arms as she bit her fist to keep herself quiet as I pounded away at her. I suddenly felt her body tense up before it exploded in orgasm. I shot my load into her dripping pussy and retracted from her before returning my cock back into my trousers. Her legs were shaky and she was panting heavily.

“Wow, I was not expecting that!” she panted.

“What was you expecting?” I asked with a grin.

“I’m not sure, but not that! I always ask for quickies when I’m waiting at the bar but I’ve never gotten off from one, it usually takes me ages to cum.” The girl explained. “Are you single by any chance?”

“I’m afraid not.” I laughed. “But my girlfriend is up there dancing on a noose so if she’s chosen to be roasted then I will be single.”

“Shame. I could get used to being fucked like that! If your girlfriend is roasted, come find me.” The girl smiled.

“I will.” I nodded, returning the smile.

“Katie.” The girl stuck out her hand.

“Jack.” I replied as I shook it. And with that, she grabbed her drink from the bar and disappeared amongst the dancers on the dance floor. I picked up my drinks and returned to the booth where Lucie and Chloe were chatting away.

“Thanks.” They both said as I handed them their drinks.

“So, who was that girl at the bar?” Chloe asked with a huge smirk on her face.

“She just wanted a quickie whilst we waited for our drinks. Her name’s Katie.” I answered.

“Fucking other girls is fine, but chatting them up isn’t!” Chloe laughed with a stern face.

“I wasn’t chatting her up, promise.” I grinned.

“If Charlotte ends up roasted, then fair enough, but at the minute you still have a girlfriend.” It was obvious Chloe was enjoying winding me up.

“I know, which is why Katie said that if Charlotte’s roasted then I need to go find her.”

“Lining up the next girl in case your current girlfriend is roasted; smart boy.” Lucie chuckled.

“Don’t encourage him!” Chloe playfully hit Lucie’s arm.

“Look, there’s at least a hundred girls up there hanging so it’s unlikely for Charlotte to be chosen which means I’ll most likely never see this girl again.” I explained.

“Well if Charlotte does get roasted you best bring this Katie over here so we can tell you if we approve of her or not.” Laughed Chloe.

“Haha, since when did I need your approval?” I asked.

“Since it’s my best friend you’ll be replacing!” Chloe pointed out.

“I don’t even know if I’d want someone else right away if Charlotte does get chosen. I can’t exactly get over the girl I love just like that. It’d take time. And I’m certainly not hoping that she does get chosen just so I can get with this Katie who I’ve only known for five minutes, four of which were spent fucking.”

“Well they’ve been hanging for over an hour now so I can’t image there’ll be long left until all of them are passed out,” said Chloe. “Has Charlotte passed out yet?”

“I can’t quite tell from here, I’ll go and check.” I slipped from the booth and headed over to the dancefloor. I stood below where Charlotte was and looked up at her hanging body. Other than the gentle sway from side to side, she was virtually motionless. Her face was slightly blue and the tip of her tongue was stuck out between her lips. Her eyes were closed and her arms resting by her side. She certainly wasn’t conscious. I squeezed through the dancers on the dance floor, looking up at the other girls hanging. I couldn’t see one girl who was still moving so I figured the selection was going to be done at any moment. I returned to the booth and told the two girls.

“Oh look, something’s happening!” Lucie pointed at the hanging girls just as I sat down. The girls were rising up into black holes on the ceiling, lifted by the nooses. The girls quickly disappeared out of sight and the black holes closed, returning the ceiling to how it once was.

“What happens now? They just randomly choose five to roast and let the others go?” Lucie asked.

“I presume so.” I nodded. “I’ll ask that bouncer that’s heading this way.”

The bouncer was going from booth to booth, checking that everyone was ok and that there was no trouble. He was a rather large man, very muscular, and wore all black. It didn’t take him long to reach our booth.

“Everything ok here?” he asked.

“Yep.” We all said.

“Excuse me, we were just wondering, what exactly happens to the girls when they’re lifted up into the ceiling?” I asked him.

“They’ll be taken off the nooses, five will be randomly selected to be roasted, and the others will stay up there until they regain consciousness. Once the five are spitted and put on to roast, the roasting pits will be wheeled out onto the display area and then the survivors will be released.” The man seemed more than happy to explain to us what happens.

“So the unconscious girls are just left until they wake up?” Chloe quizzed.

“Yup. Some of the girls might fuck some of the guys working up there whilst they wait though, we don’t release them until they’re all awake. You know someone up there?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend.”

“You hoping she’s roasted or not?”

“I’m hoping she’s not.”

“Fair enough. Well good luck to you.” The bouncer nodded us farewell and continued on to the next booth. I was growing nervous. Knowing that Charlotte could be having a spit run through her right this moment scared me but at the same time, that very same thought seemed to turn me on. The image of her beautiful naked body squirming around on the spit excited me beyond belief, but I just couldn’t bear to lose her, not yet.

“Let’s go over to the display area ready for when they come out. We’ll be able to see if Charlotte, Beth, or Freya have been chosen easier if we’re at the front.” Chloe shuffled out of the booth and Lucie and I followed her over to the display area that was roped off.

We were only stood waiting for a couple of minutes before two large doors swung open at the end of the long display area. A large roasting pit was wheeled out, pushed by a man behind it, out on the display area. Four more pits followed behind, each being pushed by a man.

“Charlotte isn’t there!” I sighed in relief. “She’s safe.”

“Yeah, but there’s Beth!” Chloe shouted, pointing to the second-to-last pit as it was wheeled out. Sure enough, Beth was secured to the spit supports via the spit that ran through her body. Her eyes were closed and her body was motionless; she hadn’t yet awoken, and neither had the other four girls.

“Oh god, there’s Sophie!” Lucie pointed to the red-headed girl on the middle pit.

“Is that the friend you were waiting for?” Chloe asked, putting her arm around Lucie.

“Yeah, we’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.” Lucie wiped a tear from her eye. “I can’t believe she’s going to be roasted.”

“I know how you feel, I’ve been friends with Beth for years and now she’s out there about to be roasted.” Chloe hugged Lucie tightly.

“I think Beth’s waking up.” I said. The two girls parted and turned their attention towards Beth, who was still being pushed slowly up the display area. The roasting pits finally came to a halt. We moved over to where Beth was, ensuring we got a good view just as a crowd started to form around the display area.

Beth’s body began to move a little and her eyes slowly opened. At first, she was relaxed and weary-looking, but the moment she realised her wrists and ankles were bound and a metal spit was running through her body, she began to struggle and fight against the bonds.

“She must me so frightened and shocked.” Chloe gasped as she watched her friend come to the emotional realisation that she had been spitted. Tears began to roll down Beth’s cheeks and she squirmed and wriggled on the spit but she knew, deep down, that escape was impossible.

The spits suddenly started to rotate and Beth began to sob. The other girls were just waking up and they reacted in similar ways to how Beth did. The artificial coals started to turn red as they heated up and the girls squirmed as the heat began to bathe their naked flesh as they rotated.

“Sophie had always talked about being roasted but she said she would never actually be able to go through with it. I guess by taking away her choice would have been the only way for her to fulfil her fantasy.” Lucie spoke quietly, upset that her best friend would soon be nothing more than meat. “At least you can relax now, Jack. Charlotte’s safe.”

We watched the girl roast for a few more minutes before deciding to return to our booth. Lucie and Chloe were now both feeling a little low. Beth had been a good friend of mine too, but knowing that Charlotte was safe was just overwhelming and I felt a little guilty for not feeling sadder about Beth.

We hadn’t been seated for long before the rest of the girls emerged from a set of double doors at the back of the club. The mass of girls dispersed in all directions as they returned to their friends. Charlotte and Freya rushed over to us. I got to my feet and wrapped my arms around Charlotte, holding her tight. I went in for a kiss but she pulled away.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. I sucked off one of the guys that work here while I waited for the rest of the girls to wake up and all I can taste is cum. Freya and I were just about to go get some drinks.”

“Oh, alright.” I said, kissing her on the cheek instead.

“We won’t be long!” Charlotte took Freya’s hand and they rushed over to the bar.

“She’s beautiful!” Lucie whispered to me as I sat back down. “No wonder you don’t want to lose her!”

Charlotte and Freya soon returned with a platter full of drinks and once we introduced them to Lucie they started to tell us what it was like to be hung. Charlotte cuddled up to me and wrapped my arm around her.

“So are you glad you wasn’t chosen to be roasted?” I asked her.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded if I was chosen.” She admitted. “I know I’ve always said I never want to be roasted but when I was hanging I had a sudden urge to have a spit shoved through me.”

“And do you still have that urge?”

“I’m not too sure. If someone came up to me right now and told me I had to be roasted, I wouldn’t complain or resist. I’d go willingly. But if someone gave me the choice, I’d probably say no.”

We spent a few more hours in the club before deciding to call it a night. Just as we were getting up to leave, two guys came over to the table.

“So Charlotte, are you coming or not?” one of them asked. I was a little confused so I turned to Charlotte.

“Oh yeah, these guys are having a bit of an orgy at their flat and invited me and Freya. Is it ok if I go? I didn’t end up fucking anyone tonight, I just got fingered and sucked someone off, and I did say tonight would be the night to experience some other guys.”

“Erm, yeah sure, if you want to.” I said. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“We won’t, don’t worry about us! I’ll speak to you tomorrow!” Charlotte gave me a passionate kiss before skipping off with the two guys with Freya by her side. It was a strange feeling watching my girlfriend go home with some random guys to get fucked but the thought of her being fucked by other guys was once again turning me on. 

[inthehouseofjessica]

Step Right Up

[A short story I wrote a while ago but never got round to posting]

“Step right up folks!” the man called out, waving his arms to bring people in. “The game is simple! The first one to make your partner cum by blowjob will receive a $100 gift card for our restaurant, The Beach House, right up there on the beach front, and the runners up will receive a $20 gift card. The last one to make their partner cum, however, will be spitroasted right here on the beach, just in time for the beautiful sunset!”

“Let’s watch.” Jack, my boyfriend suggested, pulling me over to where a small crowd had formed. Already two couples had stepped forward and volunteered to play.

“How about you two?” the man suddenly pointed at us. “I’m sure a lovely young couple like yourselves could do with a $200 gift card, or even just a $20 one!”

“And what if we lose? No thanks.” I said, not feeling too comfortable now with all of the eyes turned on us.

“There’ll be six couples playing so you’ve got five chances to win! Are your cock-sucking skills really that bad?” the man laughed which followed with laughter from the crowd.

“She doesn’t want to play, we’re more than happy to watch.” Jack said, noticing how embarrassed I was.

“No, fuck it, let’s play.” I said. “If we win, we can count on a nice meal for our last day here in California, and if we lose then you’ll still get a nice meal. Me.”

“Charlotte, are you sure about this?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be a real trip to California if I didn’t risk being roasted at least once.” I smiled, planting a kiss on his lips.

“We’ll play!” Jack called out as we walked back over to the man.

“Just in time! You’re our sixth and final couple!” the man led us over to the other five couples who were stood waiting anxiously. “Right girls, get down on your knees and make a line.”

I joined the other girls and got down onto my knees. I was one in from the end of the line. The man stepped behind us and I noticed he was tying the girl beside me with a piece of rope. He first tied together her ankles then he tied her arms tightly behind her back. He then moved on to me.

“Erm, what’s the rope for?” I asked nervously.

“To make sure none of you run away on us! It’s happened in the past and it’ll happen again, no doubt, so we need to make sure the loser faces the consequences.” The man explained as he grabbed my ankle and proceeded to tie it tightly to my other. Once my ankles were bound, he tied my arms behind my back, leaving me totally helpless.

“Ok guys, to make the game a little more interesting, I want you to choose a partner that isn’t your girlfriend!” explained the man. There was a few protests from the girls, including myself.

“You should have told us that before we agreed to do this!” one girl said.

“I wouldn’t have agree to it if I knew it wasn’t my boyfriend I would be partnered with!” I added.

“Girls, by doing it this way it becomes fairer to you because some couples have little tricks to help with the job.” The man motioned for to boys to take their positions. Jack chose a petite blonde girl. She was very pretty and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous but there was nothing I could do now.

A boy stepped in front of my and dropped his shorts, leaving his crotch right in my face.

“Boys, you must keep your hands behind your backs at all time. You can’t help in any way. Three! Two! One! Go!”

The boy was hardly erect! I scooped up his semi in my mouth and began to suck on it. It took a good couple of minutes for him to become completely hard.

“I fucked my girlfriend like ten minutes ago so good luck making me cum.” The boy leant down and whispered to me. “You’re gonna look great with that spit in your pussy!”

I began to panic. If I didn’t somehow manage to make this boy cum before the other girls then not long from now I’ll be nothing but a piece of meat! I frantically took his dick in as deep as I could take it as I bobbed my head in and out.

It wasn’t long before there was only three couples left. Jack had cum first meaning the girl that sucked him off claimed first prize. The second-place girl was only seconds behind. Third place was claimed soon after.

The girl beside me jumped up and shown the man running the game her mouthful of cum before swallowing it with one big gulp.

“Shit, there’s only one other girl left!” I realised as I continued to suck on the guy’s dick.

My heart sank when the girl jumped up onto her feet and shown the crowd the pool of cum in her mouth, securing her the last prize, securing her life, and essentially ending mine.

The boy stepped away from me laughing, allowing his dick to fall from my mouth. I felt sick. My head was spinning and I couldn’t find the strength to stand up. Jack rushed over to me and helped me up onto my feet before untying the rope on my wrists and ankles.

“Jack… Jack I lost. They’re…they’re going to spit me!” I whimpered as he embraced me in a tight hug.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” He stroked his hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. “You’re going to love it and you’re going to look amazing!”

All sorts of thoughts rant through my mind. I knew that being spitroasted is meant to be the single most amazing experience a girl can go through but it still scared me. I was still going to give up my life.

“Alright, missy, let’s get you ready shall we!” the man came over as Jack and I ended our hug. We walked over to where the roasting pit and wooden picnic tables were and the others followed. “If you could take off your clothes.”

I bent down and unfastened my sandals, kicking them off and stepping onto the warm sand with my bare feet. I never had liked walking on the sand barefoot; I found it to be a rather uncomfortable feeling.

Next, I unzipped my summer dress and let it fall down from my body, much to the delight of the on-looking boys. With my round perky breasts now exposed, the last step was to ditch the panties. I had rid of my initial embarrassment the moment I publicly started sucking a guy’s cock so I had little trouble stripping out of my clothes. In fact, it was turning me on a little bit.

“My, my! You sure are a stunning little thing!” the man said as he eased my arm away from my body that was covering my breasts. “Right then, let’s get you spitted!”

The man led me over to one of the picnic tables and helped me climb up on top of it.

“I find it easier to spit if the girl is on all fours.” The man said. I knelt down and took position, with my rear facing the crowd, giving them a wonderful view of my pussy. My boyfriend came round the front of me holding up his camera.

“Are you filming me?” I asked.

“Yeah, this is something I don’t want to ever forget.” He smiled.

“I guess I can’t really complain, it’s not like it’ll matter to me.” I sighed, knowing that soon I’ll just be meat. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.”

“You’ve never disappointed me, Charlotte, so it would be impossible to disappoint by being spitroasted.”

“Do I get a kiss goodbye?”

“Of course.” Jack leaned in over the table and planted his lips on mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth as we began to make out passionately. As we made out, I suddenly felt the cold tip of the spit ease its way between my lips into my pussy, sending shivers through my spine.

As I could feel the spit slowly open up my pussy and push into me, I could feel my whole body begin to tremble in fear. Jack handed his camera to one of the spectators so that I could still be filmed whilst I made out with Jack. I didn’t let him stop because it was acting as a sort of distraction.

“Mmm!” I moaned as the spit advanced deeper into my pussy. I could feel it stretching me wider than I have ever been stretched and it felt amazing. “Mmm!”

The spit finally pushed up against my cervix but the man continued to push firm and steady. A bolt of pain shot through me as the spit breached the cervix and started its journey through my body. Several tears ran down my cheeks, mostly due to the pain, but partly because I know there’s no going back now.

The spit felt so good as it moved through my pussy but the rest of my body ached as the tip of the spit pushed its way through my insides.

“Oh God my chest burns!” I gasped, breaking the passionate kiss with Jack.“It’s almost at my throat!”

More tears now streamed from my eyes as the spit accommodated my throat and moved slowly towards the end of its journey.

“Jack I’m so scared.” I whimpered. Jack leant in and gave me one last kiss before I began to gag as the spit moved up my throat. I tried to call out to him but all that came out was a cough and a small splutter of blood.

I opened my mouth and watched in horror as the spit emerged, covered in blood and saliva. But before I could even get over the initial shock of being spitted, the anal stabilizer was suddenly embedded into my ass, sending fresh tears down my cheeks.

“Ok Charlotte, I need you to lower yourself down onto your stomach.” The man instructed. Moving with a spit running through my body was a little difficult and awfully restricting. With my body unable to bend, it was tricky getting down off my knees without causing any pain but I soon managed it.

Once I was lay flat on the table, the man took my ankles and once again tied them together with rope, but this time he secured them to the spit, pulling my legs out as straight as possible. He then tied my wrists back behind my back. Once again, I was left completely helpless, only this time I had a spit through my body which limited my movements even more.

“Let’s get you up over the coals!” the man said as he lifted up the rear end of the spit a one of the spectators lifted up front end once he had handed Jack his camera. The two men lifted me up off the table, leaving the spit to take my weight.

As the men carried me over to the roasting pit, I bounced around slightly on the spit which send bursts of pleasure racing through my body.

“Now the pain has all but gone this doesn’t actually feel too bad.” I admitted to myself as I was carried over to the coals. The men secured me into the supports that held up over the coals and I wriggled around on the spit, sliding up and down, fucking it with my movements.

“You look beautiful.” Jack said as he stepped up to the pit and filmed me closely as I squirmed around. He ran his hand through my hair, down my neck, over my back, down my legs, and ended on caressing my foot. His gentle touches were the final step in triggering an almighty orgasm that ripped through my body. My body wriggled around even more as I rode through the orgasm, but my movements triggered another orgasm immediately after and I suddenly found myself in an endless cycle of orgasm after orgasm. Constant waves of pleasure flooded my body and I didn’t even feel the flames that had started to lick at my body beneath me.

The spit then slowly began to rotate and as my body moved around on the spit, my orgasms were continually fuelled. I couldn’t think straight and my body was being hit by constant spasms and shakes whilst my pussy convulsed wildly around the metal shaft that accommodated it.

It took me quite a while to deal with the endless stream of orgasms that were rushing through my body but when I did finally manage to think clearly, I immediately noticed the sunset right in front of me. The pit was positioned so that I could enjoy the sunset before me as I roast and it truly was beautiful.

As the air around us grew cooler as the night wore on, I began to feel the heat of the flames more and more but surprisingly I didn’t feel any pain, which I presumed was thanks to the constant flow of orgasms that was engulfing my naked body.

I could see out of the corner of my eyes as I rotated over the coals that the group were still together and having what looked like a small beach party amongst themselves. It sounded as if they were having a great deal of fun as there was lots of laughter and part of me wanted to join in with them but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. And besides, I was quite comfortable here on the spit now.

“So Jack, you coming back to my place later?” I heard a female voice ask.

“Sure, I’d be a fool to pass on you!” He quietly laughed. I felt quite jealous that he was enjoying himself with other girls, especially considering I’m still here and can hear what’s going on, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He’s free to go and sleep with who he wants now, after all I am just a piece of meat.

After a couple of hours of turning over the flames, my eyes were growing heavy and my body was beginning to feel weak. My orgasms were now milder and less frequent and I hadn’t the energy to fuck the spit anymore. I knew I didn’t have long let. I didn’t have long left at all. I didn’t even notice my eyes closing for the last time because I was hit with one last powerful orgasm.

[inthehouseofjessica]

Beth’s Kitchen Visit

[Another short story that I wrote a while back. Nothing too spectacular]

When Beth received her notice to report to the school kitchen she knew it could only mean one thing. She got to her feet, standing on shaky legs, and walked to the front of the class where the messenger girl waited for her. The class was silent as they watched Beth leave the classroom for the last time. 

They walked through the empty corridors without saying a word and soon arrived at the kitchen. The girl opened the door for Beth, but headed back off to the main reception once she saw that Beth was in the kitchen.

“Hi there.” a girl greeted Beth at the door. She was stood behind a computer screen that sat on a high metal stool. Beth noticed that the girl was stood with her legs apart with a metal shaft that ran up from the floor and was embedded deep in her pussy. The bottom of the shaft was bolted to the floor meaning the girl had to stay like that all day. 

Beth had seen the girl around school but didn’t know her name. She was extremely pretty but had a young face. She seemed proud of her naked body, which Beth couldn’t help but stare at. 

“What’s your name?” the girl smiled. 

“Beth… Beth Jones.” Her voice carried her nerves and she struggled to think straight. The girl typed in Beth’s name into the touchscreen monitor and confirmed with the system that Beth had arrived. 

“Ok Beth, if you’d just like to put all of your clothes and belongings into one of those yellow boxes down there and then you can take a seat.” 

Beth turned and headed for the steps that led to the lower section of the kitchen. Three girls were already stood by the yellow boxes, which sat on a conveyor belt leading off into the wall, and they were each at different stages of stripping. 

In front of the conveyor belt were the three spitting posts, each with a girl bent over them. On the first post was a girl with a spit running through her and one of the chefs was securing her ankles to the spit with rope. The second post was also occupied by a girl with a spit through her, but the chef tending to her had not quite finished spitting her completely. On the third post was girl who hadn’t begun the process yet, but she was tied up and secured to the post. She watched nervously as the two girls beside her were almost ready for the coals, meaning her time was almost up. 

Beth tried not to look at the girls on the posts as she began to peel away her clothes. She felt extremely awkward and embarrassed taking off her clothes in front of these girls she didn’t know and in front of the two chefs that were stood only feet away but she knew nothing else really mattered now. 

Her socks were the last to be thrown into the yellow box; a wise move as she found the floor to be extremely cold on her bare feet. She quickly skipped back up the steps and headed over to the stools in the waiting area. She had failed to notice when she first walked into the kitchen that each stool had a long, but relatively thin, dildo protruding from the seat. 

Nervously she lowered herself onto the stool, pushing herself down onto the dildo. Her pussy wasn’t very wet so taking a seat hurt somewhat.

“Do it slowly.” The girl beside her advised. “And once it’s in bounce a little on it, it’ll get you wet and you’ll slide down the rest of it easily.”

Beth felt the whole situation rather humiliating but she soon managed to ease herself onto the dildo and rested her bottom on the ice-cold stool, causing her more discomfort. She tried crossing her legs but it just didn’t work so she sat with her legs closed together, trying not to reveal herself too much. 

By the time she was seated, the next three girls were being bound to the spitting posts. It didn’t take them long to be prepared and soon enough they were being carried over to the pits. 

“Next three!” one of the chefs shouted as he readied the posts. Beth’s heart sank, knowing her time was up. She eased herself off the stool and followed the other two girls down the steps. Beth ended up on the middle post. 

Her heart raced and her body trembled in fear as the chef bound her wrists tightly behind her back and locked her ankles into the cuffs. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable as the chef pushed down on her back, bending her over the rail and pushing her ass up into the air.

“Ok missy, I’m just going to loosen you up before we get that spit in you.” The chef said as she stood behind her. 

“Ooh!” she gasped as the chef slipped his cock into her wet pussy. Now she was thankful for the stool’s dildo because otherwise she would never have been ready for the man’s large shaft. The chef wasted no time and pumped at Beth with quick hard thrusts. Beth bounced forwards in her restraints each time she felt his cock slam against her pussy. 

Just as she could feel her orgasm bubbling up, the man shot his warm load deep into her cunt. She could feel it all ooze out as he pulled away from her. It was the first time anyone had cum in her as she always makes her boyfriend use a condom. The sex had only kept her mind off what was to come for no more than two minutes, but now she knew there would be no more delays. 

She could feel a lump in her throat as she closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was to come. She felt the cold tip of the spit brush past her moist lips, causing her to buck. The spit slid easily into her pussy but she could feel herself being stretched more than ever before. 

The spit felt wonderful as it continued up her pussy but she soon felt the sharp tip push against her cervix. A sudden burst of pain erupted in her lower abdomen as her cervix was breached. She cried out and fought against her restraints but she knew any attempt at escape would be futile. 

She could feel the spit slide further through her young naked body but luckily her pain was almost entirely numbed by an almighty orgasm that seemed to hit her from nowhere. 

“Ooooooh!” she screamed as her body shook and as her pussy convulsed around the spit. Her chest began to burn slightly as the spit approached her oesophagus but waves of pleasure still swept through her body. 

She stretched out her neck as the spit pushed up her throat. She tried to scream but nothing but bloody gargles came out. She watched in horror as the shiny spit emerged from her mouth with trickles of blood and saliva on. 

“Oh my god I’m actually spitted!” she thought to herself. “It feels amazing!” But despite how amazing it felt, she knew that she had very little time left, and that was what scared her the most. Very shortly she’ll be nothing more than freshly roasted cuts of meat being consumed by her classmates. She hoped her boyfriend manages to get a good slice of her. 

Beth’s eyes flew open as the chef forced the anal stabiliser into her previously-untouched ass. There was only a thin layer of lubrication on the steel rod that ran deep into her bowels so her ass was extremely sore. 

She felt the chef uncuff her ankles and pull her legs up. He tied a length of rope around her ankles, securing them to the spit that ran through her body. She was left on the post until the other two girls were finished. 

The two men went to Beth first and lifted her up onto their shoulders. She bounced gently on the spit as they walked, sending fresh waves or orgasmic bliss cursing through her naked body. She was locked into one of the roasting pits and the motor began to slowly rotate her around the artificial coals. 

The heat was intense and she was becoming very light-headed. The orgasms weren’t ending so she continued to squirm wriggle on the spit along with the other girls who roasted beside her. 

“Fuck, this hot!” she screamed in her head. “It feels so good though! I wish I could stay like this forever!” 

Beth closed her eyes and drifted off into deep thoughts of being spitted over and over again before her body eventually gave up and succumbed to the heat. She died a very satisfied girl indeed.

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I wrote a little story for you. Turned out to be a little more over the top than I intended. But I kinda fell into extasy while writing... Hope you enjoy it anyway!

A Day at the Beach

Boy did not have to wait much before Jessica and Charlotte passed the customs control. The girls had an overnight flight and so it was still morning, but the Australian sun was already heating up the air. After a brief welcome, Boy quickly drove them all to his apartment. The door wasn’t even closed before Jessica and Charlotte started making out. Their blouses were halfway down to the floor when Boy interrupted the two.

“Stop it, you filthy sluts!”, he shouted with an amused grin on his face. “We’ve got no time for this. Just dropping your luggage.”

The girls froze, disbelief in their expressions. With a whiny voice Charlotte complained:

“Oh c’mon! We couldn’t do it for a whole day and night now.”

“Yeah”, Jessica joined in, “we tried it on the plane’s toilet. But the flight attendants appear to be very prude…”

“Trust me, it’s worth it”, said Boy, turning towards the apartment door and gesturing the girls to follow him.

*****

They had left the town about twenty minutes ago. Yet Boy was still driving his white Jeep down the highway. It was one of those old off-road vehicles, built for heavy duty and not for showing off its owner’s money. Boy had removed the top and the girls’ hair was blowing in the wind. They were sitting on the rear bench and enjoyed the vibrations the powerful engine sent through the coachwork.

“Will we be there soon?”, Charlotte shouted against the wind. “I’m getting impatient.”

“Maybe fifteen more minutes”, Boy replied.

“Duh, I won’t last that long…”

“Me neither”, sighed Jessica, released her seatbelt, and dived below Charlotte’s mini skirt.

Boy stepped on it. Maybe he could make it in ten.

*****

Jessica and Charlotte were astonished when the bumpy path they had followed at last left the bush and offered them a view over the neatest lagoon one could imagine. Thick vegetation ran down to the coastline where it gave way to white sand and turquoise water. Large boulders screened the shallow bay from the open ocean.

The three had left the car and let their eyes wander across the lovely scenery. With confidence and a little bit of mockery in his voice Boy asked:

“Are the Ladies pleased with what I am offering them?”

“It’s wonderful”, Charlotte slobbered.

“Indeed”, stated Jessica, “definitely worth the trip. I think…” She knelt down before Boy. “…you deserve…” Pulled down his pants. “…a reward…”

*****

Boy, Jessica and Charlotte fooled around all day. They did it everywhere. On the beach, in the water, under the shade of a Coolibah tree at high noon. Once even on the rough rocks, which left Jessica with scratches all over her back, but also with an intense experience in her memory.

It was late afternoon when the three dozed exhaustedly in the warm sand.

“I’m getting hungry”, Charlotte suddenly said into the calm. “Did we bring any food?”

“Ahh, right…” Boy carefully stood up, still sleepy. “I brought a skewer and my fishing rod. I’ll roast us a tasty fresh dinner right here on the beach. I think I also have a scoop. So maybe you can get us some crabs from the rocks.”

“Wait, I’ve got another idea”, said Charlotte. “Jessica, how about we spit roast you. Like in those Dolcett stories you’re telling me about all the time lately.”

“Uh, I don’t know Charlotte… I mean, I’d love to try it, but… you know… it might also be really painful and I’m a little scared.”

Boy could not believe what he just heard. “Don’t mess with me. That’d be disgusting…”

“Disgusting, huh?” Charlotte grinned at Boy’s rock hard cock. “The little Boy seems to like the idea though.” She turned towards Jessica again: “I know you’re fantasizing about that all the time. And this is your best chance. We’ve got all the equipment here and it would be the perfect ending for such an amazing day. I’d lie if I’d say the thought alone wasn’t making me wet right now… Dammit, if you won’t do it, I will.”

“All right, you got me. Let’s do this!”

*****

While Boy prepared a fire and got his fishing line for tieing up Jessica, she and Charlotte looked for a suitable place to spit Jessica. They found a flat little rock with a smooth surface. When Jessica knelt down in front of it, it had exactly the height of her hip, so she could comfortably rest her chest on the stone. Boy joined the two.

“I’m nervous… no, frightened”, Jessica confessed. “I don’t have butterflies in my stomach, but airplanes.”

“Relax”, comforted Charlotte with calm voice. “This will be awesome. The ultimate fuck. You’re gonna have the time of your life.”

Boy knelt at Jessica’s feet and strapped them together so she could not kick him while he entered the spit into her. He took a glimpse at Jessica’s pussy:

“You’re so wet already!”

He could not help but lick the sweet juice off of her twat what resulted in her lips opening wide and even more fluid being produced. One could see the channel of her vagina convulsing.

“Ha ha, she’s close to cumming! Uhh, where should I put it?”, Boy confusedly asked.

Charlotte shrugged: “Jessica, do you want it up your ass or your pussy?”

“Pussy please!”, Jessica pled with an absent whisper.

The anticipation made Jessica quiver. Pearls of sweat were all over her body and gathered in the immersion above her spine. When Boy inserted the cold steel into Jessica’s twitching sex the sudden chill made it cramp for a moment. Then it relaxed and Jessica was as close to orgasm as one can be. Boy gently pushed the spit forward till it reached the cervix.

“Wait a minute”, Jessica whimpered, “you’ve got to align it properly so it will come out through my throat.”

Charlotte took a look from the side and gave directions:

“You need to stretch out your ass really high, Jessica… yes, still a little higher… that’s it. Hold it there. Boy, a little lower… perfect! Mhhh, Jessica, I love your ass. I could take a bite right now!”

Jessica had to giggle: “I promise you will. Really soon… OK, I’m ready. Let me have it!”

Charlotte nodded to Boy and he gave the spit a push. He thrusted it through Jessica’s cervix and into her intestines. First Jessica felt an immense pain. She screamed. But the pain soon converted into sizzling pleasure that gave her the strongest climax she had ever experienced. As long as Boy pushed the spit forward, her orgasm continued with even growing intensity.

“Stop!”, Charlotte suddenly yelled.

“No… please… continue”, Jessica begged between her panting breaths that came with every wave of pleasure that rolled through her entire body.

“No no, wait. You’ll soon reach her throat and then she can’t talk any more… Jessica, how is it?”

“It is…” She paused while another orgasm shook her body. “… unbelieveable. First it hurt. But then it became the strongest sensation I’ve ever had. Stronger than I could have imagined.” Jessica moaned loudly as the next orgasm hit her. “It is like when you’re fucking a big dick or a huge dildo. It fills you up entirely and then your pussy starts convulsing against it and sends waves of arousal through you. But this fills you up way more entirely. Not only your pussy but your whole body. And it’s not only your pussy that is convulsing. It’s like every single muscle is cumming.”

Yet another climax rolled through Jessica’s body and prevented her from talking. It took several moments and Charlotte and Boy could observe how all of Jessica’s muscles flexed and eased, only to flex even stronger. Her abs, her chest and even her toes. The level of Jessica’s arousal was almost scaring, but exited the others as well. Juice ran down Charlotte’s thighs like water and the tip of Boy’s penis that pointed straight towards the sky released spoons full of precum. Automatically Charlotte began caressing her breasts and clit and Boy massaged his balls and shaft as well.

Meanwhile, Jessica regained a little bit of her consciousness. “Please, go on!”, she moaned.

“No, not yet”, Charlotte replied as she stepped up towards Jessica. She sat down next to her girlfriend’s head and swung one leg over her body. Boy approached Jessica’s rear. “This is not fair. We want to share your pleasure.”

“Are you thinking the same as me?”, Boy asked Charlotte.

She nodded as she pressed her pussy firmly into Jessica’s face. At the same time Boy slipped his cock into Jessica’s anus. Everything was so wet that it took virtually no effort. His movement also moved the spit a little bit in and out with every thrust and pull, what excited Jessica even more. And so did Charlotte’s juices that entered her mouth and made the air smell so sweet. Every perception Jessica had at this moment was saturated with sex.

No one could tell, how long they lasted or how many orgasms they had before they collapsed.

*****

When Charlotte and Boy woke up, the sun was far down to the west. Jessica gave only little signs of life, but she was still breathing. Charlotte leant down next to Jessica’s ear. With a fond voice she whispered:

“Honey, are you still there? We will finish this now. Enjoy it.”

Jessica could only respond with a barely recogniseable nodd. When Charlotte kissed her goodbye though, she managed to respond passionately with her tongue.

Finally, Charlotte withdrew from the kiss and briefly pressed her lips on Jessica’s forehead before she gestured Boy to push the spit for the final inches.

Jessica felt the spit advance through her throat, forcing her to open her mouth. It was not painful at this point anymore. Just another part of her having sex with the spit. The final part. It was indeed the ultimate fuck. Life came back to her numb limbs and her body started rocking back and forth on the spit, climaxing every few minutes.

Charlotte and Boy stood there and watched in awe.

“Now I know, why they call it ‘riding the spit’”, Jessica recognised. “Looks like she’s cumming all the time.”

“Yeah”, Boy responded. “Look, she’s squirting every time.”

Charlotte sat in the sand while Boy gutted Jessica, fixed her limbs and placed her over the fire. Jessica was still enjoying the ride and Charlotte masturbated all the time watching her. Boy had a raging boner as well and once Jessica was roasting properly the two had sex, watching Jessica sizzle, turn golden and cum time and time again.

At this point, Jessica did not perceive much of her environment any more. She was totally caught in an orgasmic state of mind. The heat did not cause pain to her. It confined the reactions of her body and allowed her mind to calm down and as the sun set to finally fade away with a last charming and comforting orgasm.

*****

Charlotte and Boy had sat next to the fire for several hours now. After Jessica had calmed, they were satisfied too. They had just lain in the sand next to each other and enjoyed the warmth of the fire and the smell of the meal. Everything was very peaceful as the stars rose after the exciting day.

They ate Jessica. Her crispy skin, the tender labia, and the juicy ham of her thighs. They did not miss her. Jessica was all around them, inside them. And she would stay there forever. It was an intimate moment of eternal connection.

*****

Charlotte and Boy could feed on Jessica for the rest of the week. First they spent another day at the beach and then drove back to Boy’s apartment from where they explored the town. They had been so satisfied, they did not even think about sex for that time.

Only as Boy said goodbye to her at the airport, Charlotte felt a hint of lust in her vagina.

“Promise me, that when I visit you the next time, you let me ride the spit.”

“I promise.”

Wow! Thank you so much for this! Charlotte can’t wait to read what her character has in store for her ;)

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“Alright, that looks good.” He said as he looked her over and she looked back, not embarrassed or upset, just patient.

“Do you think it will work, though?” She had to ask after a moment.

“I dunno, hon, the only way to find out is ti test it.” He said and she nodded, agreeing with him. “Well, let me get you untied then.” He said as he stepped closer and she shook her head.

“Wait.” She said and he paused. “Go get the spit.” She said and he looked at her face. She was serious and he knew it, but he still felt the need to ask.

“Are you sure? You won’t be here to see the look on her face when we reveal it at the party next week.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I know she’ll love it, but she’ll love it even more if you already know it works. So go get the spit and turn the oven on.” She said and he nodded and left the room.

She was cold while she waited, but not really afraid. She had always known she wanted to be roasted in the big custom rotisserie that he had built two years before, and when they had decided to see if they could have children, and she had come back as ‘Rejected’ due to a familial propensity for congenital defects she knew that it was going to be sooner rather than later. Now, laying on the spitting table and waiting for him, she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. When he came back with the pole, she looked up at him expectantly and saw that he had stripped and his cock was harder than she had ever seen it before.

“I know you want kids.” She said as she looked at him. “And Mary, down the street is clean and single. It won’t take much for you to get her contract. All you really need is to be bereaved.” She said and he nodded. Mary was a redhead and a fine piece if ever he had seen one. “But one last fuck before you do me.” She asked and he set the pole aside and mounted the table behind her.

It was a good final ride, she was so turned on in anticipation that she came almost instantly and when he climbed down she lay still on the bar and waited to feel the cold steel of the pole. But it was warm when it touched her hot, slick pussy and she moaned as he slid it into her, then used the mount to keep it steady as he set the block under her chin and went back to slide the pole back and forth, masturbating her with it like the ultimate dildo. She moaned as it brought her closer and closer to orgasm and just when she came, he shoved hard and it slid deep into her body, setting off the most intense orgasm she had ever felt.

“Unh!! I hope you do my sister that way.” She grunted as it slid deeper into her and he just smiled and kept at it. She could feel it in her belly, then her chest, and then she opened her mouth and watched it emerge from her body. It was all the way through her and she felt amazing! She let him clean her, shaving her head before he turned her over and gutted her. He was careful, and she was glad they had taken that live-spitting how-to course together, because she was still alive as he stuffed her abdomen and sewed her back up, then he carried her into the kitchen and put her in the oven. The coils were glowing red and the heat was instant and intense as he closed the door and sat to watch her turn and cook.

She lasted most of an hour before the heat and the loss of blood killed her, but the last thing she saw as she looked out the door was him, her sister and Mary from down the street drinking wine as they watched her roast and she died happy and carved like butter.