When the machine had finished stuffing Ashleigh, the blue haired girl pulled out the pipe. It wetly popped out of her pussy. Ash was in hell, but that part had at least felt nice compared to the pain of her ruined stomach. She was disappointed that the little pleasure had ended. The girl used two fingers to peel back Ashleigh’s wet pussy to inspect the filling.
Yes, that feeling took her attention away from the piercing agony.

“Oh, you naughty little masochist. You’re positively dripping, You liked that did you?” Sonia teased . Her fingers wandered down the ruined virgin vagina to her clit and played with it a little. Ashleigh felt indignation at being toyed with, but her body betrayed her with feelings of pleasure at the gesture.
Almost there… just a little further. Ashliegh was on the cusp of an orgasm. The combination of pleasure and pain was driving her wild.

Then the girl withdrew her attention. This was a job for her, not play.
“I hope you had enough fun there piggy. It’s time for you to roast. Maybe you’ll get your O in the ovens?”

Ashliegh groaned as the conveyer pulled her, Tilly and Kate along to the waiting ovens. It was a slow machine, and it took a good ten minutes to cross the stretch of floor towards the open industrial ovens.

There was a good upside down view of the spitting area, and in the time it took them to get to the oven entrance, they watched a dozen girls get run through with metal poles, and get hauled off by the two butchers that had been working on their line,

She could feel the heat of the oven, even from a few meters away. It dried out her face, and evaporated her tears before they could drop from her face. Sweat poured from her hot body.


She watched as a dark haired girl jerked as she was impaled, and continued spasming on the spit as she was carried over to the roasting pits. She watched the girl wiggle her ass, to hump her pussy pole, and found herself wishing to trade places with her.

Kate reached the oven, and recoiled as the heat washed over her. She resumed her screeching, only this time, strained and weak. Only fear of the heat animated her out of her lethargy. Her fat titties jiggled as she began to wriggle her fat body, and she danced in the hot oven.

It was a horrific sight for Ashleigh to behold. Just ahead of her was a woman she had been speaking to just minutes earlier, cooking in an oven. Ashleigh watched in terror, as the MILF’ sweat flashed to steam. Kate’s wailing was truly awful to behold. No girl deserved to die like that.

Kate was jerking around desperately, doing anything she could to try to lessen the pain of being cooked alive. Ashleigh could feel the blistering heat dry out her own lips and eyeballs. It was too intense for her, and she wasn’t even inside the oven yet. The tomboy crossed the threshold, and discovered a whole new world of pain.

What Ashleigh had thought was hot before she entered the oven didn’t even compare to what she experienced as she passed the threshold. Her body dripped sweat from every pore, and it just disappeared into steam before it hit the ground. It was so hot, she couldn’t even really feel it as temperature, she only experienced it as mind numbing agony. Her raisin sized tits bounced around as she tried futilely to find some way back out of the oven.

“Uh”, she gasped in surprise, taking in a lungful of dry burning air that seared her mouth. Then she started screaming, and didn’t stop.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiieeeeee!”

Tilly kicked up a real fuss as she followed them in after. The short girl had a lot of energy left. Her pigtails whipped Ashleigh in the back of the head as she flailed erratically.

Ash didn’t care, she was too busy frying like a pig. Her body spasmed to and fro, until she finally gave up, and accepted her fate, shivering as she hung limply from the spreader bar.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaannngggg!” She screeched.

Because her eyeballs were cooking she could barely see more than a fuzz of Kate’s outline in front of her, slowing to a weak spasm, then stopped as she died. Then Ashleigh went blind. Her pussy dried out and crisped. Far from experiencing a final orgasm, as the butcher had suggested she might, she felt no pleasure at all as she roasted alive.

“Uuunnngggh, groaned the brain damaged, scalded hunk of smoking meat that had once been identified as Ashleigh Williams.

Unable to continue screaming, she hissed until her mouth larynx roasted and she could make no sound at all. Her heart and lungs ceased functioning, and she suffered brain death, but still she moved in stiff convulsions, her muscles acting on their own, even as their tomboy owner died.

Tilly lasted far longer than the other two girls. Perhaps it was her athletic frame, or just her will to live, but she held out almost until she exited the oven,
The roasted bodies of the girls filed out of the oven, ready to be exported for sale at the shops.