Chapter 36: Live Roasting (FFF v oral sn)

It was too early in the morning when Sonja and Meris came down the stairs. Neither wore any clothes and their bodies were still slick from sweat and sex. Neither had slept much of that night, the buzz of the party and the anticipation of cooking one of their victims kept them up and horny.

Meris headed straight for the large rotisserie grill near the back door. The spits they brought in the previous night rested against the door and she picked up one of the larger ones. She let out a long sigh and stroked it with both hands, caressing the metal that Sonja knew would still be warm. "Who do you think would look best? Betty or Theodora?"

Sonja admired Meris standing with a spit in her hand and her pale naked body against it. When she first moved in, she thought the indoor grill was rather large, now she could see it was perfect for cooking a teenage girl in the privacy of the kitchen. For a moment, she could picture Meris on the spit and a surge of heat and lust raced through her. She licked her lips and brought her attention back to her lover. "What?"

"Who is first?" Meris leaned against the spit with a wry smile on her face. "Because I'm thinking dark meat. I want to keep Betty for last."

Sonja smiled broadly. "It is your present, your choice."

"Then the black bitch it is," Meris said with an intense look in her eyes. "How long would it take?"

"According to the book, about an hour for ten pounds. She was always complaining in the locker room whenever she got close to 123, so probably about half a day. Early dinner?"

"Can't it be sooner?"

"We could gut her, that would probably take an hour or so off. And if we cut off her---"

As Sonja spoke, Meris shook her head. "No, I want to roast her live. I want to hear her screams."

She dropped her other hand between her legs and slipped one finger into her pussy lips. With a moan, she said, "I want to see her spitted completely through and squirming."

“Live? You know that ruins most of the meat.”

Meris shook her head sharply. “I don't care about meat, or cooking. I just want to make her suffer. She hurt me more than almost anyone else all because Betty told her to. Besides, there will be something to eat even if most of it is ruined. We can get rid of the body, right?”

She set the spit down and stepped toward Sonja. "Please?"

Sonja was briefly overwhelmed by the intensity in her lover's eyes. The sensation that she was about to go too far rose up but she pushed it down. Theodora was one of the ones who hurt her Meris and they were going to suffer. “Then we better get some rope and a gag, she's going to scream. She will also thrash around when we try to spit her.”

Meris whispered softly, “Thank you.”

“For you, anything.”

“Now?”

"Of course."

Together, they went down the stairs and headed straight for the back room.

Even though they were there for Theodora, as soon as they came around the corner, Sonja looked for Betty.

The blonde was awake and looking back. There were marks on her wrists for spending days hanging from them, but otherwise her body was free from marks and scars. A few trails of drying blood flecked from her skin, highlighting the goosebumps from the cool air. Her nipples were crinkled and drew Sonja's eyes, but Sonja forced her eyes back up to match the brilliant blue.

Even with her position, she was still beautiful. Her imprisonment couldn't mar her trim body, slender legs, and the nearly flat plane of her stomach. If things were different, Sonja could easily see Betty between her legs or in the same position as Meris.

A wave of guilt slammed into Sonja. Blushing, she forced her thoughts aside and focused on her blonde nemesis.

There was no fear in Betty, only a hard-edged intelligence that regarded Sonja. Sonja didn't know why Betty wasn't afraid but the calmness set her nerves on edge. She was too calm for seeing Ming and Marisha murdered next to her.

Sonja desperately wanted to ask Betty why, but Theodora's scream interrupted her thoughts.

The high-pitched noise that hurt Sonja's ears. She kicked out, trying to keep Meris away. Urine splashed down her legs as she sobbed loudly. "No, no, I don't want to die! No, please don't!"

Her screams continued to fill the room, the high-pitched terror rising until it cracked. She thrashed violently, but Sonja noticed that her blows were rapidly growing weaker.

Meris struggled to get to Theodora, using her forearms to block the wild kicks. She winced every time one of the blows slipped past to smack against her naked breasts and hips.

One of the black girl's kicks smacked up between Meris' legs and Meris staggered back, clutching her privates. She lard at Theodora for a long with tears in her eyes.

Theodora slumped forward, her eyelids slowly closing before she trembled.

When Meris rushed back, Sonja grabbed her and pulled her back. "No, wait a second."

"W-Why?" Meris had the intense look in her eyes, a lust for murder.

Theodora kicked out again, but it was a weak attempt. The next one barely lifted her foot from the brick wall. She slumped forward, panting heavily. Her large breasts dripped with sweat and her head rolled to the side. "N-No, not me...." she gasped, her voice cracking as her hair plastered against her shoulders.

"What is happening?" whispered Meris.

"I think she's going to pass out."

"She's just exhausted," said Betty suddenly. "She's been hanging there for days and you haven't fed either of us. Between the dehydration and our headaches, I'm surprised she had enough strength to still resist."

To Sonja's surprise, Betty's voice was raspy but steady. It also had some of the hardness that matched her gaze. Their eyes matched for a moment and the briefest of flashes revealed Betty's discomfort before it faded under the steel-eyed gaze.

Theodora moaned and her head rolled to the other side. "Help me...."

"This is the best time to do it, you know." Betty nodded toward Theodora.

Meris glanced at Betty with a look of confusion and growing frustration. "How can you say that? You don't know what happening."

Betty looked at Theodora. "She's barely lucid, weak, and helpless. But her body hasn't dried out too much. I'm sure she'd be perfect for the grill or oven, or whatever you want to do."

Both Sonja and Meris inhaled sharply.

Betty smirked. "I know what a cooking bitch smells like. Even from down here, it's pretty obvious you were cooking the others yesterday."

"H-How?" asked Meris. "How could you know that?"

Betty let out a long, rasping breath. "Ever since I was thirteen, my parents have been taking me to Dolcett for their feasts."

Sonja was asking a question before she realized it. "What was it like?"

"Fucking," Betty said with a bitter laugh, "Lots and lots of fucking. The same thing you are doing, actually. I seems all cannibals are the same."

Her chains rattled as she pressed her thighs together. Her eyes seemed to cloud over as she said nothing for a moment. Her thighs ground together for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and smiled directly at Sonja. "You'd like it there."

Her smile grew broader and she turned her head to look at Meris. "Now you, on the other hand, I would give my left tit to see you stretched out on a grill with the entire county feasting on that skinny corpse---"

Betty laughed. "You really think that---"

Another slap.