Chapter 22: Bite of Heat (FFF fdom viol cann bond sn)

Sonja as she padded through the ghostly world, the clarity fading in and out with every step. It was a dream, she knew that, and her body grew hotter with the anticipation of the horror ahead of her. She found herself returning to the clearing in the woods and her eyes automatically scanned for the hordes of shadow men waiting to take her. They were missing, which left her feeling both relieved and anxious at the same time. The clearing was entirely empty except for the tiny sparks that rose up from a huge fire pit in the middle. Two spits rotated emptily over the flame, ready to cook the meat.

Hesitantly, she stepped out into the clearing, wary of being jumped. The spits spun on their own, squeaking in a rhythm that matched the slow and steady heartbeat she could feel in her chest. Fear, or even the shadow of fear, didn't possess her, just the growing curiosity and the growing sense of being jaded, at least when it came to the constant dreams of death. Around her naked body, she felt the barest hint of cold breeze curling around her, tracing her lines, but as her back foot entered the clearing, it cut off suddenly. A feeling of strength-sapping warmth embraced her, filling in the cold void between one heartbeat and the next. Sonja stumbled forward, blinking through sudden wood smoke that threatened to blind her.

Hands rose up from the grass beneath her feet. She shrieked as they grabbed her hips and legs, pinning her in place. More hands wormed up between her legs, grabbing her inner thighs and pubic mound with dirty fingers. Fear sparked inside her, setting off an inferno of emotions as she batted and yanked at the hands. The spectral fingers dug into her skin and she felt a trickle of blood dripping down her legs. Her hand slapped hard at the hands, but they didn't even budge. Panicking, Sonja dug her fingers into one of the closer hands, trying to pry it off but it refused to move, even when she threw all her strength into freeing herself.

“Don't bother, Sonja.”

A woman's voice followed an intense wave of heat and Sonja felt the world start to spin around her. The heated air burned her lungs and skin, as if she was above the very flames themselves. With a supreme effort, she rose her head to look at a shadowy figure stepping out from the woods. The shadow was female, there was no doubt about the overpowering sexuality and femininity as it sways into the clearing, the shadows burning off in the flame's light with the persistence of a summer mist.

Each step left her more bare, a woman of statuesque proportions, a body of a Valkyrie and the hard, cruel smile of a sadist. Golden blonde hair cascaded down her back, delicate curls that most women would kill for.

A memory bubbled up in Sonja's mind, she had seen the woman before, but it slipped away before she could grasp it. She shivered despite the heat as found herself looking up as the woman stopped in front her. The new woman's body stood up defiant against gravity, each large breast almost as large as Sonja's head, but still they manage to give the sense of marbled perkiness. Sonja's eyes trail down, less of her own curiosity and more of a weakness that made her head feel too heavy to hold.

The blonde's body shone in the firelight, with the same trimness that the cheerleaders at school possessed, soft and yet firm. Sexy curves over harder muscles.

Sonja glanced down at the juncture of the blond's legs, where a tiny patch of blonde hair stood up, shaped into a tiny spit, complete with flames. Staring at the patch of hair, Sonja gasped as she felt it growing inside her, a searing pain deep inside her lungs, as if she was being burned from just the look at the woman. She tried to look away, but the pain continued to grow until smoke issued out from her nose and choked her. With tears in her eyes, she felt the world spinning violently, the clearing disappearing behind the shimmering waves of heat and curls of smoke. A low, primal whimper exploded from her throat as she tried to shake her head, to clear her herself and also to look away from the cursed woman.

The shadowed woman's laughter filled the glen as Sonja tore her eyes away, forcing them to look at the pit, the grass, anything but the woman. Smoke continued to pour out of her nose and throat, choking her and leaving her eyes tearing, but at least the pain of her searing lungs faded away in agonizing slowness.

Her eyes focused on the spit across the fire. The heat in her body and the flashes of heat somehow matches the dancing flames. When a gout of flame rose up, she could almost feel it against her naked breast.

Eyes riveted to the fire, Sonja tried to break free of the hands holding her in place. The ones on her thighs and feet tightened, giving her no hope of freedom. She felt a growing rage from the sense of helpless that poured into her. Her eyes squinted at the spit as she saw a shimmering shape start to form along the furthest spit.

“See those flames, Sonja? That is where he is going to send you. Like every cunt before, you'll find your final minutes in one of those sick little games of his.” The woman's voice dripped with so much scorn and spite that it shook the air.

Sonja winced as the hands on her body tightened even more, fingernails digging into her flesh.

Across, in the pit, the shape was coming more into focus, barely catching on the spirals of embers that rose up into the air. It was a body of some sort, slowly turning from spectral hands, the shape almost familiar but not quite.

Next to her, the woman continued to snarl as she spoke. “He'll drive away everyone who loves you, push them away until you are all alone, wandering through those damn halls with nowhere to go, no way to escape. You'll only have one choice." She turned to gestured to the flames.

"N-No...." It took all of Sonja's strength to even get a single word out.

The stranger leaned next to her, the large breast thumping against Sonja's sweat-slicked shoulder. Her hard nipple traced a short line. "Oh yes, I've seen it happen before."

Sonja briefly wondered how she knew but the woman didn't pause.

“You'll find yourself at the front door, wanting to open it, but you won't. Instead, you'll do something stupid and end up all over the floor, spitted or throwing yourself on those gallows he's making you build. Maybe even crawl into that brick oven in the back, like a sheep to the slaughter.”

The woman snorted angrily. “And the worse part is, you'll think it will be the best fucking idea in the world. I mean, how stupid is that? You'll drop yourself on a god-damned spit and think only of the fucking orgasm! You'd be fingering that sloppy cunt of yours as you burn!”

Sonja winced as the woman screamed at her, the force of her anger slamming into her like a powerful wind. The grass beneath them was calm, despite the ache from the volume only inches away. The woman's words turned into a wordless rage and Sonja blinked back the tears, her attention partially focused on the spit over the flame.

Somehow, it continued to grow, drawing her attention like a moth. She could see the naked breasts hanging down, the soft moans barely audible over the sparks of flame and scent of wood smoke. Then, the shape filled in even more and Sonja realized, beyond a doubt, it was Meris on the spit. She knew the curve of her lover's body, the small breasts, and the tiny gasps. But Sonja had never imagined Meris impaled on a spit before. She had never even thought of what it would look like to have her lover impaled from throat to ass.

Her emotions exploded inside her, splitting apart like a hydra. On one head, she felt the intense anger and need to protect Meris that got her in trouble before. On the other, she felt an intense sexual desire to reach out, to stroking the writhing body, to feel her body's heat wash away above the flames. Parts of her wanted to look away and others wanted to see how it looked for a thick pile to impale Meris' pussy or stick out of her throat. The storm of emotions was too much and a soft moan or whimper passed her lips.

As soft as it was, the tiny sound broke the woman's rage. “Are you getting off on her!?”

She screamed only a few inches from Sonja's ears, but Sonja could only make the sound again, her hands clenching out for Meris, a hungry need to touch her. As her lover's body spun around on the spit, their eyes locked and Sonja's body felt weak again, this time from her own hungers and the desire that burned brightly in Meris' eyes.

“Oh, give me a fucking break!”

Sonja felt a hand yank her hair and another grab her chin. She struggled, but the woman's strength was doubled by a wave of heated weakness that poured into her. She whimpered in fear as her gaze was forced to look at the woman's face. It was hard and angry and filled with so much spite, but somehow Sonja couldn't focus on the eyes. On the other hand, the burning pain in her lungs didn't return so she focused on the eyes, trying to see through the haze of heat that poured from the woman's hatred.

When they came into focus, Sonja screamed loudly as she stared up into the two bleeding eye sockets where the blond's eyes used to be. Two gaping holes, dripping with blood, and somehow they continued to expression the spite that filled the blond's very soul.

“See? See what that fucker did to me!?”

Sonja whispered in fear, “How...?”

“He made me think it was the greatest idea in the world! Gouge out my eyes and let some fucker ram his cock in there! And then they spitted and cooked me. Cooked me! And ate me, like I was nothing but a fucking cow! Thirty years I've been that... man... monster's fucking dinner fantasy and I'll be damned if he ever gets another one!"

Cringing against the rage, Sonja tried to escape the woman and her anger, her hands flailing at the hands at her thighs. They tightened their grip until trickles of blood dripping down her naked thigh. She tried to look toward Meris, but the woman's fingers squeezed tightly on her jaw, forcing her to look back into the ravaged eyes.

“And you, his new fucking toy. I'll make sure he will never get his claws into you.”

Somehow, Sonja didn't think she meant letting her go.

Reading her mind, the blonde grinned, the smile reaching the bleeding holes for her eyes. “You are right, just letting you go will not give you the freedom I need. Now, I need to make sure you never decide that death is the best approach. No matter what he does, no matter how terrible your life is, I promise that you won't take your life when you are finally alone!"

Sonja's lips tightened as she thought of Meris. The flutter of hope and of love pushed aside the threats of the blond, but this time her mind wasn't read.

The blonde scoffed and looked over the flames. “And there is only way to make sure that doesn't happen.”

Despite the heat from the nameless blond, Sonja felt a shiver travel down her spine. Malice dripped from every word as the blonde straightened up. Sonja's chin followed, dragged along by the ghostly strength of the woman. The hands on her thighs and feet didn't release her; Sonja screamed as the fingernails gouged out chunks of her body, leaving them bleeding painfully as she was bodily dragged across to the spits.

Meris' body was fully formed around her spit. Over the strong currents of smoke and burning wood, Sonja could detect the smells of pleasure, as Meris' body shifted up and down on the thick metal. Her eyes automatically found the junction, where sweaty legs came together and the thick metal filled Meris' pussy. The sight of Meris' beautiful pussy being stretched obscenely by the steel pole was overwhelming. Sonja strained for freedom, not to escape but to stroke the hard clitoris that peeked out against the shimmering steel.

Moaning under her breath, Sonja followed a straight line from her lover's impaled pussy, up through her body, and into her bulging throat. At the far end, Meris' other lips were wrapped tightly around the crimson-streaked pole as it stuck out another foot. The thick metal pried Meris' jaw apart but that didn't stop from Meris from shifting up and down the pile.

A moan filled the glen and Sonja couldn't figure if it came from Meris or herself. Then, she realized that she almost hungered as much as her lover when it came to it, the idea of being impaled almost a lure, a sharp hunger and curiosity, wondering what it would be like... just that last time.

“Fucking cunt. He's already got his fucking claws into you.”

Sonja looked up at the woman, whimpering with the effort it took to glance away from the most wonderful woman in the world, the center of her life.

The blonde sneered down. “Well... if you want that spit so badly...”

The words trailed off, but Sonja already knew what came next. The blonde grunted as she lifted Sonja up off the ground, one hand on each side of her head. The palms pressed tightly against her skull, almost cracking it and Sonja gasped at the pain. Waves of heat poured from the ghost's grip and weakness sapped Sonja's strength.

She felt, more than heard, as something pushed itself up out of the ground. Her legs hung limply and she could barely feel it as the smooth hardness rose up against them, the unadorned metal of what was obviously a spit rising up. The point caressed her inner thigh, sharp and violent, cutting at her skin before slipping out.

Sonja whimpered, trying to move her body, as she felt the sharp point press up against her slit. The blonde shook her and Sonja felt the tip cut at her labia, tugging at the delicate fold until it slipped free.

She could feel the blonde staring at her, but her mind mostly focused on avoiding that spit that threatened to plunge into her.

“You think you are so special, bitch. You are nothing but his fucking toy. And I'll be damned if you give yourself to him.”

With that, she squeezed tightly on Sonja's head, increasing the pressure until white stars exploded across her vision, and then drove Sonja down hard into the point of the metal spit.

Sonja screamed as she felt it plunge into her pussy. It forced the opening apart, sliding deep but unlike any dildo or fingers she had ever had. It didn't stop at her cervix but impaled it in a single blast of pain. But even that didn't stop it as the blonde dragged her down, pulling her body down on the spit.

The metal gave little friction as it pierced organs and slid through Sonja's hot flesh. The metal left a burning trail as her body spasm again and again, trying to force it out as it forced its way up into her. There were no muscles to keep it out, no way of stopping the inescapable force that impaled her. As the point reached her chest, she could feel how it pinned her in place, prevented her from jerking to the side or bending. Soon after her chest grew tight from the pressure inside, the point scraped her throat before sliding up.

The blonde snarled as she bent Sonja's head back. The pressure of the immense spike inside her kept her body still, forcing her to open her mouth as the bloody tip emerged from her lips and rose up into the air.

Sonja was helpless and pinned, her body consumed by weakness except for the burning line the spectral spit left in her body. Her pussy muscles clenched against the spit, the pleasure of being impaled almost overwhelming the agony of being spitted.