Chapter 04 "Roasted."

The hunting knife sliced into Marsha's belly like a hot knife into butter. Her executioner pushed the blade upwards to her breast bone and then down- wards to her pubic mound. The tip of the blade cut through intestines and organs.

Marsha felt every movement and it's associated pain. Tears streamed down her face as she felt a hand reach into her open body and scoop out her organs. Cool air flowed into the space left behind by the organs and it sent cold shockwaves throughout her body.

The man let the organs fall to the floor. He located the ends still attached to Marsha's body and severed them. He kicked the organs over the side and they landed with a glooping noise on the ground below.

"Okay Marsha. All we need to do now is add some stuffing and then you're ready."

Before the man inserted the stuffing he took the end of a hose. He pressed the nozzle and cold water squirted out into Marsha's body cavity. She could feel the water as it exited out through her vagina passage. The man washed all the blood out and then sprayed the water up and down Marsha's body. He finished and turned off the hose. The proceeded to stuff the cavity.

"Just to let you know Marsha, we only use the best ingredients. Of course, you're the main ingredient in this whole meal." laughed the man as he finished adding the stuffing.

Marsha felt a needle into her skin. The man was sewing her belly back up.

"There you go Marsha. And don't worry, I've never had one spit open yet."

"Number five pit has opened up. Is she ready?" called a voice.

Marsha desperately wanted to die. However she felt them as they retied her to the spit and carry her over to the roasting area. She even felt the hot coals nearby as she was laid across a table. Marsha desperately tried to tell them not to roast her alive, however she was having difficulty speaking.

A flame gun was used to remove her pubic hair. Again Marsha just cried with the pain. All she felt now was pain, pain and more pain. She was rolled over on the table and sprayed with cooking oil. Marsha could smell the oil. She remembered rubbing it onto chops and sirloins before a barbecue back home.

Once she was completely covered with oil she was airborne again and taken towards a pit. As Marsha watched her progression to her pit she heard a voice of a woman as she was being taken for spitting. The woman pleaded with the man to let her go.

Fat chance, thought Marsha.

Next thing Marsha knew was heat. She was laid across hot coals and left cooking over the pit. The heat was unbearable. All her skin nerve endings were lining up to her brain to protest at the pain they were being forced to endure.

"Hi Marsha. I notice you're slipping on the spit. I'm going to insert a pussy post. It'll keep you in place as you turn."

More pain as a large sharp metal prong was inserted into Marsha's vagina. Marsha heard the men talking about her and saying the word 'rare' a lot. She looked ahead as her view rotated a slow 360 degrees. Every few minutes she felt a cool brush against her body as she was basted.

Marsha died ten minutes later. Her brain realised it was missing vital organs and oxygen. Over the next two hours Marsha turned on the spit. Her skin turned a nice golden brown. After three hours Marsha's body was removed from the spit, carved up and ready for eating by her chosen couple.

"Mistress, they just called . the dinner is being served."

A blonde haired woman turned to the voice. "Very well. We'll be there shortly."

She turned back to her slave. The slave was caught stealing food and if there was anything that the Mistress detested the most, was a thief. The slave herself was now very aware of this. She was secured to a small stone table by knee straps. Attached to the collar on her neck was a rope going through an eyebolt in the ceiling. The other end of the rope was connected to a metal spike which had been inserted through the slave's breasts. This kept the slave kneeling upright.

The slave had two more metal spikes, one through her thighs and another through her rump. Whip marks covered her entire body. The Mistress put the horse whip which was covered in sharp metal spikes on the ground near the stone table.

Mistress turned to her assistant. "Give this worthless pig some stimulants. See that she lives until I return. I'll feed the bitch her cunt as her last meal."

"Yes Mistress." said the assistant.

The Mistress looked over to her husband. "Shall we go?"

"After you my love." He had been enjoying the show.

A few minutes later the couple watched as Marsha and Liz were carved up. The chef removed the women's breasts and body parts with skill. As was requested, Liz's cunt filet was given to the Mistress, very rare.

"I hear Marsha lasted nearly ten minutes on the roasting spit, darling." said the husband.

"Really?!" said Mistress. She wiped off a bit of cunt dribble from her chin.

"Yes, remember our bet Mistress. If any woman lasts fifteen minutes or more, then ."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Fifteen minutes and I'll roast." finished Mistress taking another bite of her meal.

She smiled. "I think I'd rather look forward to being roasted."

Meanwhile back in Chicago, Marsha's boss was pissed off and on the phone to Marsha's husband.

"That's right Mr Edmunds. Your wife didn't show up for her speech. She really embarrassed the company and me . Well, you tell Marsha when she checks in she'd better have a good excuse or I'll cook her ass. Goodbye!"

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