"Mmmm," he said, licking his finger clean of balsamic, blood and pussy juices. "That is most assuredly the taste of a dishonourable cunt.
It didn't even take a minute for Muffy to dishonour her ancestors. As soon as she went over the coals, she lost control of her bladder, peeing over the hand Dan was using to support her into position on the rotisserie.
Your mother would be shamed, Muffy, if she was still alive... but if I'm not mistaken, we cooked her last week. Man that slut had the juiciest thigh-steaks. I'm hoping that you're as good as she was. I'll be reserving myself a good cut from your roast just in case, Muffy.
The roasting girl wasn't paying attention to Dan any more though. All she could concentrate on was the intense head that rose around her, flushing her face and drying her tears.

It was so hot it was painful, the skin on chest dried and cracked, tightening over her breasts and face. Her pussy dried up and ached. No side of her was spared as the orderlies continued to rotate the dying girl around and around, baking in that even brown crispy crackly Bitch skin that was so desired.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts" repeated in Muffy's head like some kind of chant to protect her from the fire as she screamed with all the force her lungs offered. She wriggled and squirmed on the spit, fruitlessly attempting to escape her agonising death.
Her eyes dried out, even as they reapplied the oil to her hair once again.
too... young... to die... were Muffy's delirious last thoughts as consciousness slipped away from her and she transformed from Muffy the lovely young woman, into a piece of dead girl-meat. Even after death, she continued to rotate, lifelessly basking in more of the heat from the coals.