The conclusion for @bustysnuffcollegegirl
She woke up cold and sore and thirsty, still tied to the barrel and unable to do more than lift her head. How long had she been tied there? He had woken her up to fuck her at least three times, and she had lost track of how many orgasms she’d had, even now she smiled and gave a little shiver of delight. It was going to be something worth remembering, something she would dream about for the rest of her life.
Then she saw the box again…
The words ‘Cattle Boyz’ were branded into the side of it and she knew that the rest of her life wasn’t going to be very long at all. It was of course her greatest fantasy, something he had taunted and teased her with for months online. But she had always seen it as just a fantasy, she had put out little clues and he had followed them like bread crumbs straight back to her. It had been a real thrill for someone to act on her fantasies that way, to simply arrive one day and grab her, to make use of her body for pleasure. That subtext of rape and him treating her like an animal had added a thrill to every single time his cock had pushed into her sloppy wet pussy and she had cum hard and repeatedly every single time he had fucked her, moaning for the cameras like a whore and loving every second of what he did to her. But she had stil been treating it like a fantasy, still thinking that he would fuck her a few more times and then untie her, they would go eat somewhere and then go back to wherever he was staying and fuck a whole lot more before they parted and she went on with her life. But as she saw him she suddenly knew that this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. Especially when she saw what he was doing.
He was assembling the roaster…
It was likely meant for cattle, a big party-style spit roaster, all shiny stainless steel and neatly attached gas lines sat right where she could see it. He was just testing the flow of the gas and the bed of heat that would result from it when he saw her looking and she smiled.
“Almost time for the big finish, [NAME REDACTED].” He said around that hungry smile and she shivered in a mixture of fear and arousal.
A part of her was thrilled that her fantasy was about to come true, but another part of her knew that it was going to hurt worse than anything she had ever felt in her life. And she realized that the way she was tied to the barrel was a perfect position to push that spit through her. She gasped a bit and felt her pussy clench and tingle as she nearly came just thinking about it. She watched as he turned the gas off before he lifted the heavy steel spit from the cradle and carried it to a nearby table. He cleaned it carefully with iodine before he greased it up and then he turned to her. She was panting for breath as she stared at him, as he walked around her side and she tried to watch him as he vanished from view. But then she felt the cold touch of metal to her ass and she gasped as it pressed into her slowly. She felt something swell and stretch her rear, drawing a whimper from her, a little cry of pain before the flood of water started.
It was thankfully warm as he pumped it into her, filling her bowel and distending her belly painfully against the hard plastic of the barrel. She sobbed as it filled her and when the flow stopped she felt like she needed to void in any way possible. It was a combination of the need to vomit and the need to defecate at the same time, and all she could do was void her bladder as he waited. It felt like an hour passed before he reversed the flow and the water emptied out of her in a rush, leaving her feeling hollow and exhausted. But the second time wasn’t as bad, and by the fifth time all of the discomfort had fled and she just felt cleansed. She licked her lips as the nozzle was removed and his hand caressed her backside. When she felt the tip of his cock at her labia she smiled and leaned back into his thrust as much as the ropes allowed, enjoying the feel of him filling her again, and as he slipped through her, his hips slapping against her ass and his tip bottoming out against her cervix she came very quickly, loving the way that it felt when he fucked her, enjoying even the feel of his climax as his seed washed her unprotected womb.
Once she would have been worried about pregnancy from it, but as she focused again on the spit waiting for her and the shining roaster just beyond, she found that she was glad that nothing separated them for this, even the thin membrane of a condom would have taken something away from this, and she wanted to feel everything. He just stood there, his hands on her hips after he had finished and she rocked against her restraints and clenched with her core at his slowly softening cock, wanting to feel all she could and when he grew hard again she wasn’t the least bit surprised when he started fucking her again. It felt just as good as the first time, and the next time felt even better still. But as he climaxed for the third time she felt him slip from her and she whimpered at the loss of contact, but then smiled as he came around to her head and stroked her face. He had taken the gag off already and she knew just what he wanted, so she opened her mouth and took him in, tasting the both of them on his cock as she washed him with her mouth, laving him with her tongue and enjoying the feel as he stroked through her lips until he was clean.
“Well, I could stay at this all day.” He said as he pulled free from her, making her lips turn down in disappointment, but he kissed her softly and looked her in the eye. “But I think our audience is eagerly awaiting an end to this little saga.” He said and she nodded.
He stood and walked back to the table and she saw him pick up the rope and the hook before he walked back to her. She tried to watch him as he stepped to her side and began gathering up her hair. He tied it with the rope and she knew what he was going to do as he pulled the rope tight and forced her to lift her head and arch her back, positioning her perfectly for spit alignment. The hook pressed into her ass effortlessly and she moaned at the feeling, smiling and enjoying it as he tied the rope to the hook to keep her in place. Then he went back for the spit and he tapped at his laptop before he turned back to her. She watched him get closer and her heart hammered as she looked at the spit and knew that this was the last time anything would fuck her, and it was going to be a fuck worth dying for. She smiled as he walked out of her sight and a moment later she felt the spit at her entrance, the steel cold and sharp as he lined it up and slowly slid it into her pussy until it was just barely touching her cervix. She clenched her hands in anticipation as she felt him rest a hand on her ass and shift his weight.
“Say goodbye, [NAME REDACTED].” He said and she looked right into the camera in front of her.
“Goodbye [NAME REDACTED].” She said with a grin and a wink and then a wordless cry of pain as he pushed hard on the spit.
The pole was sharp and hard and merciless and the point of it perforated her cervix effortlessly and she could feel the slide of it into her body. She sobbed a bit at the lancing pain, but then she was surprised as she came harder than she ever had in her life. No fantasy could ever match the reality of this as the hard steel was her final lover, as it pushed up through her abdomen and then carefully into her esophagus. She cried out and coughed as it slid up her gullet mercilessly, and when it was near her throat she forced herself to look into the camera again.
“I’ve cum at least five times now, and I only regret that we can’t do this again. Goodb…” They were her last words as the pole moved past her vocal cords and silenced her and then a moment later she watched the slick point of it as it emerged past her lips and slid on for what felt like forever. There had to be a fucking MILE of it through her body and she felt a little sick. But there was almost no pain and she felt yet another orgasm rocket through her as he untied her from the barrel and then lifted her, spit and all to carry to the table. He laid her on her back with her head hanging off the end of the table as he finished preparing her. He tied her legs to the spit and then brought her arms up and tied them above her head. The pole was so long that it was easy for him to set her in place and she was in nearly a constant state of orgasm as he lifted her again and moved her to the cradle.
“I’m proud of you.” He said as he got the spit situated and then slid the turning post up her ass. “You didn’t beg for me to stop, you didn’t plead or whine, you just accepted it and now I wish we could do this all over again too. But there’s no going back from this.” He said with a smile and he kissed the corner of her mouth before he began washing her with a sponge, cleaning every inch of her and preparing her for cooking.
She was surprised that she could still breathe around the pole, but more surprised that just the act of being spitted hadn’t killed her. The first ghost of pain was beginning in her core and a part of her was wishing that the could all be a dream, but she squashed those thoughts and smiled as she felt him start the heat and then open the first bottle of barbecue sauce. It was cool against her heated skin and she was grateful for it as she began to turn and she felt herself beginning to cook.
She lasted a long time over the heat, and he basted her often, but it is impossible for anyone to live all the way through roasting and they both knew it. He stopped the turning and set up a mirror so she could watch him carve her breasts from her body and then eat them and after he started her turning again, she lasted only another few minutes before the heat took her forever. She cooked up beautifully and when he left there was little more than bones left of her for anyone to find. But he had a large cooler full of meat to take home with him, and he had hours of video footage that he had shared with no one else to remember her by. Now he had to set about the task of grooming her replacement, of preparing the next girl he would visit just once and make a part of him forever.
And when a construction worked stepped into the abandoned shack in the Broadway Industrial Park a few days later it sparked an FBI investigation and a nation-wide manhunt for the third time in as many years as the impaled and stripped skeleton of a young woman was found still tied to the spit and resting over the cold bed of the roaster. Another mysterious case of cannibalism that was going just as unsolved as the last two.
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