I began to have my concerns the moment she joined our harem. Master took to her right off. The time he spent with me became less and less.
She had nice boobs and a great ass. I was jealous as hell the first time I saw her. I knew she was taking up more of Master’s private time. But there didn’t seem to be a damn thing I could do about it.
In the end, it might have been my fault. Maybe I took him for granted. Maybe I didn’t treat him as well as I should have. Us bitches have a habit of doing that a lot. And in the end we always pay.
When he came to me last night I thought I had won him back. We fucked off and on throughout the night. But I didn’t give it my all. Maybe that’s what ultimately did me in.
You know how it is when you think you own your Master, right? You make assumptions, and you do things you wouldn’t normally do. I thought that new bitch was just a passing fad. Boy, was I wrong!
I don’t remember when I fell asleep. But it was that new bitch who came and woke me. She told me she was taking me on a special trip and that Master would be waiting for me once I got there.
I eyed her with barely concealed disdain. She just smiled at me. Did she really think she had the power to take Master out of my grasp?
She took me to a familiar location on the edge of town. I knew where we were going when I smelled the aroma in the air before we even got there. Master was planning a special dinner for me.
Would this new bitch be on the menu? I sure wanted her to be. I found myself hoping Master would allow me a bite of her cunt steak. My only regret would be her inability to scream once my teeth sank into her flesh.
It wasn’t hard to locate Master’s vehicle in the parking lot. I knew he was here waiting for me. That meant we were going to enjoy some tasty girl-meat. I just hoped it was this new bitch whose name I hadn’t even bothered to learn.
As we approached the front I saw a naked girl in the window. She was on her knees with a pole emerging up out of her mouth. She was slowly rotating, spinning in place.
There were heat coils turned on, cooking her nice and slow. It made me wet and aroused seeing her like that. Then she shuddered a little.
“Gawd; she’s still alive!” my bitch escort gasped.
I smiled as I told her, “They like to make them suffer through as many orgasms as possible while they’re still breathing. It really flavors the meat. And it’s incredibly hot to watch.”
I grinned at her as she stood there mesmerized. The girl in the window just kept spinning round and round. Her arms hung limp behind her back as though she was too exhausted to put up any resistance.
It was so damned erotic seeing that roasting bitch staring up like that, the end of the spit protruding out of her mouth. Her chest barely rose and fell. She sure was getting the ultimate fuck.
I saw her shudder again. Was it possible she was still cumming? I could tell he spasms were not very strong. But they didn’t need to be. I think it was just her body’s way of dealing with her suffering.
“Gawd!” my bitch escort breathed. “I wonder if they’ll do you like that. That is so incredibly hot!”
My head snapped around as I looked at her in surprise. My heart leaped into my throat as I struggled to catch my breath. Surely I must have heard her wrong.
She escorted me around the building to the “meat” entrance where the girls walk in. But they never come back out except in packages or digesting in stomachs. So why was I being taken back to this entrance?
It couldn’t be true, could it? Surely Master wouldn’t get rid of me like this, would he? I couldn’t believe it… didn’t want to believe it!
She buzzed the rear entrance twice. An attractive, muscle-bound guy opened the door. “I’ve got some meat to deliver,” my bitch escort told him matter-of-factly. “You should already have the paperwork.”
I stared thunderstruck before I stammered, “This can’t be right. There’s been a mistake!”
The guy looked at me before asking, “Your name’s Carrie, right?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Then there’s no mistake.”
He smiled as he asked my bitch escort, “Would you like to come in and watch?”
“I sure would!” She let out a grin from ear to ear.
I couldn’t believe it! That’s when I started to tremble. He just grabbed my arm and took me inside as my bitch escort followed us in.
I went numb, in a complete state of shock. I was sure I had Master eating out of the palm of my hand again. What the hell happened??
What about last night? After all, hadn’t we enjoyed fucking? My mind worked overtime trying to remember what had happened the night before and what we had said to each other.
Hadn’t he enjoyed it? Didn’t he always enjoy it? He was supposed to enjoy it, right??
My mind wandered back to the day the bitch came to live with us. I remembered how little I’d seen of Master since then. Was I really about to be put on the menu? Had he grown tired of me??
There were already bitches cooking; I could smell the aroma. My blood ran cold as I considered my situation. I wasn’t sure this was how I wanted to go out, certainly not as an entrée on Master’s plate. Besides, I knew the bitch beside me was going to enjoy watching me suffer.
We entered a large spitting room. There were already women in the process of being readied to be barbecued. I couldn’t believe I was about to add to their number.
One woman had her ass up in the air with her face hanging off the end of the table. A couple bitches were holding her down as a couple of guys were pushing the spit into her from behind. We paused for a moment to watch since my bitch escort had become fascinated at the sight.
One of the bitches holding that woman down gasped, “Push it in – push it in!” The poor thing was already gurgling as though she was having trouble breathing. Then the guys shoved real hard.
The poor woman jerked painfully as the spit suddenly emerged out of her mouth. It was all bloody; I could tell it had gone through her ass and torn up her stomach. The other bitch quickly rushed behind her and began licking her swollen nub.
The spitted woman grunted as she began shuddering. “She’s cumming on the spit!” the other bitch gasped. My bitch escort blurted out, “That is so fucking hot!” Then we moved on.
We went over and watched a woman sitting on a chair. She was securely fastened and was bucking and shuddering. A metal spit was going into her from underneath.
“She’ll be like that for another fifteen minutes,” our muscular escort told us. “She gets electric shocks every half minute to flavor her meat from the inside.”
She stopped shuddering as she panted for breath. She gave me a pained expression as though she was really suffering. Her eyes pleaded for relief, but I was in no position to grant it. Then she jolted again, her eyes rolling as she appeared to be orgasming painfully.
Another naked girl was lying flat on her back unattended on a table. A metal pole went right through her cunt and was sticking out of her mouth. Her right wrist was secured to her right ankle. The same was done to her left wrist and ankle.
Her legs flopped open and closed like a butterfly’s wings. She grunted and wriggled. I felt myself getting wet again despite the roasting I was about to endure.
“We just did her,” the muscular guy explained. “They’ll be back any minute to take her and put her on to roast.”
At that moment two guys went by carrying another spit. A naked woman was bound and secured to it. A long, wooden stabilizer had been pushed deep into her cunt.
“Where are they taking that one?” my bitch escort asked.
“She’d going on a rotisserie outside. Care to have a look?”
“Hell yeah!”
My date with the spit was delayed as we followed those two guys outside. They took their charge to a pit and hooked her up to a rotisserie. They made sure the machine was set up to rotate her body. Then they stepped back and activated it.
Flames came up from below as she started to rotate in place. I could see her wriggle like crazy as she fought her spit. Then it looked like she was cumming as she fucked that pole… well, at least it looked like it to me.
I trembled from a terrible arousal. I was frightened out of my wits. I didn’t want this to happen to me. But there was nothing I could do to stop it now. They had the work order from master. I was nothing but meat now.
We spent another couple of minutes outside looking around. Two headless bodies were starting to brown on their spits. My bitch escort turned to the muscular guy and asked, “Will Carrie lose her head too?”
“Only after she’s been on the fire until the heat kills her.”
Instinctively I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening to me, could it? That’s when my bitch escort turned to me and smiled.
“That’s great. It couldn’t happen to a more deserving bitch. Master says this one’s been cold to him lately and has been treating him like shit. He’s really looking forward to eating her.”
I wanted to tell her she was wrong. I wanted to tell her Master wouldn’t do this to me. But what could I say? Supposedly they already had the work order indicating I was to be processed.
They led me back inside and straight to one of the spitting machines. I was instructed to remove all my clothes. That’s when I knew it was all true.
Up ‘til then I’d been hoping for a miracle. But there was no hope for me. Master had ordered me to be spitted and roasted at his favorite restaurant.
I was numb as I took up a position upon the machine. My ankles were locked in place so I couldn’t kick. My stomach rested on a cushioned bench as my wrists were locked to the front of the machine, leaving me virtually on my hands and knees.
I whimpered as the pole was slowly cranked forward until it touched my puckered anus. I flinched as I whimpered. Then it was slowly inched forward until it penetrated me.
I started hyperventilating as I felt it reach something unyielding internally. My bitch escort asked, “Can I do it?” The muscular guy motioned as he told her, “Help yourself.”
The bitch pushed a button on the machine. All at once I felt the spit start to push farther inside me. I let out an ungawdly wail as I felt it start to tear at my insides.
I wriggled and shuddered as I tried to break free. But it was no use. My bitch escort shamelessly masturbated as she watched me being spitted.
I let out a belch as it pushed into and ruptured my stomach. It hurt like hell. My cunt kept clenching, but there was nothing for it to hang onto.
The muscular guy went over and brought back a huge metal phallus for my bitch escort to look at. “You can push that inside her if you like. It will give her orgasms while somewhat minimizing the pain.”
She grinned as she went behind me. I was clenching like mad, but she still managed to force it in. Then she turned it on.
Almost immediately I began wriggling and writhing. Once more she masturbated to my agony. She even reached under to cup my boobs, grasping onto them and giving them a shake.
I heard a familiar voice, which made me turn to look. Master had just walked into the area. “How’s she doing, Jack?”
“You’re just in time, sir. The spit’s about to enter her throat.”
About that time I felt it down in the lower part of my esophagus. I tried to retch, but I couldn’t throw anything up. My throat began to bulge from the intrusion. Then I was cumming, a humiliating orgasm as I kept trying to swallow.
My bitch escort went back to touching herself. Master just smiled at me. “Well Carrie, it seems you’ve reached your sell-by date. I hope you taste good.”
I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. I tried to mouth the words to beg for my life. But it was already much too late.
I felt the spit enter the back of my throat. My head was forced back as it kept moving through me. Then it slowly emerged out past my teeth.
That bitch escort gasped in orgasm. I shuddered from another painful climax. Master instructed Jack to make sure I cooked to a golden brown. Then he and the bitch escort left me to my fate.
A couple guys came over and finished with preparations. My ankles were skewered to the back of the pole. I would have screamed, but I had a long, steel cock down my throat, muffling my cries.
My wrists were skewered to the front, causing me even more agony. The toy was pulled out of my cunt as a pussy stabilizer was inserted. Then the damned thing was turned on.
Once more I began shuddering with orgasms as they carried me to an open cooking slot. I was hooked up to a rotisserie. Then I started to turn in place next to one other bitch who had long since succumbed.
I orgasmed again and again as the pussy stabilizer vibrated me. I knew it was supposed to help flavor the meat. But I was in too much agony to appreciate it.
I had a few minutes of life remaining to consider my sad fate. I kept wondering what I had done wrong for Master to discard me so callously. In the end did it really matter what his motivation was to get rid of me?
I don’t know how many times I climaxed before I finally succumbed. I cooked for another hour before my head was removed. After another three hours they began sawing off pieces of meat to serve.
Master and my bitch escort got a healthy portion of rump roast. They said I tasted delicious. That was the end of me as I was chopped up into little pieces before being packaged. Some parts ended up being cooked and served to restaurant guests.
2019 (written Jul 14 ’19 by riwa)