Sonja could see real fear in her eyes with that question and she shook her head.m “No, we'll cook you slow so you don't feel it.”

Sniffing, Theodora whimpered and closed her eyes tightly, spreading her legs slightly. “Spit... doesn't sound so bad.”

Sonja kissed her again, her fingers working between her meat's legs. Theodora didn't get as hot or excited as Marisha, but soon Sonja's fingers were slick and Theodora's hips were moving to meet her thrusting fingers. Glancing down, Sonja saw Theodora's fingers wrapped in the grill, knuckles white with the effort to hold herself down.

“There is no escape.”

Theodora whimpered, “I-I know.”

“We need to tie you down.”

She hesitated for a moment. Sonja could almost see the hope for freedom disappearing in her eyes. She turned slightly and stretched out along the grill, her body shuddering with fear. Her breasts ground against the metal, the black tips catching between two of the bars.

Sonja stroked her finger along the black sex a few more times before she grabbed some rope from underneath the kitchen sink. It was the same rope she used to tie up Rick. Working silently, she bound Theodora's wrists together and then to a ring above the grill. She used more rope to attach each of the black girl's ankles to more rings near the floor and then a final loop to bind her hips against the edge of the counter. It wasn't the final cooking position, but it would give them the most leverage to spit her.

Then, as a reward for not fighting, Sonja knelt down behind Theodora and looked up at her magnificent ass. She cupped both buttocks and held them apart before breathing in the scent of Theodora's sex. It smelled stronger than Meris, not as delicate. But, it has a robustness mixed in with fear, so she drew her tongue up the entire length.

Theodora gasped at the sensations. She pulled against her bounds for a moment, then pushed back against the tongue as Sonja started to work her mouth between the hot folds.

Meris grumbled for a moment, but Sonja just stared at her for a moment. This wasn't much different than fucking James, but the result was tenderizing the meat.

Finally, Meris relaxed and let Sonja lick Theodora until the girl shuddered with a tiny orgasm that relaxed her noticeably. The flood of juices were savory and Sonja smiled around them as she licked the pussy lips clean before standing.

Meris started to take her place, then stopped. "Sonja?"

To Sonja's surprise, she wasn't jealous. This was meat, not a challenge. She nodded.

Meris kissed Sonja before keeling down between Theodora's lips. She mouthed the black pussy before her and then licked deeply, sending a bolt of pleasure through the half-conscious girl.

Sonja watched her love for a moment before picking up the thinner of the spits. It was long and hot in her hands. The very tip was a sharp point of metal, but there was a complicated mechanism around it. On the far end, there was a knotted rope that ran the entire length. She pulled the rope and the tip retracted, closing up to leave a rounded tip in its place. When she released the rope, a spring force the tip out with a snick.

Holding the spit up, she looked at Theodora's body, which twisted slightly in the ropes. Theodora moaned louder as she pushed back against Meris' lapping tongue.

“Do you want to be spitted in the ass or the vagina?”

She didn't hear the response, but Meris repeated it.

“In her pussy, love.”

Pulling the rope down the spit, Sonja rounded the tip and lowered it. It took a bit of effort to maneuver it, but she managed to get it to Theodora's pussy without smacking her lover.

Meris looked back at the moan and moaned. "Fuck, that's sexy."

Seeing her lover on her knees with a bit near her head brought a surge of pleasuring coursing through Sonja's body. The world swayed as she held herself still.

With a grin, Meris slipped her pale shoulder underneath the pole and then brought it up until the tip was aimed directly for Theodora's glistening slit. With her two hands, she parted the thick folds and guided the end into the tiny, clenching opening.

When the very tip brushed against the entrance to her sex, Theodora whimpered and jumped, but didn't twist out of place.

Meris moaned loudly. She rocked her hips back and forth as she released one hand on Theodora's pussy and grabbed the spit. Twisting back and forth, she worked into the slick hole.

Theodora whimpering and clenched tightly, her ropes growing taut. She let out a sob but didn't cry out.

It was tight, resisting. Sonja pushed for Meris, giving pressure as the pole eased into the tiny opening, twisting widely as inch after inch disappeared into their victim.

Theodora's cries grew louder, but both teenagers were deaf to them.

Meris was rubbing up against her, whispering sweet nothing as Sonja forced inch after inch into the tight hole.

Then Sonja encountered resistance. The pole refused to go any further, but Sonja pulled out and jammed it further in. It stopped in the same place.

Theodora gasped out wordlessly.

Sonja twisted it slightly and pushed it harder, but it refused to slip in any further into the black girl's vagina. The pole was at Theodora's limits, the further any cock or toy could ever go. She grinned and got a better grip. “I'm going to have to hurt you, meat.”

Theodora whimpered loudly, shaking her head.

Meris pressed her head against Theodora's thigh and stared up at the impaled pussy with bright blue eyes. She smiled to herself as she explored the junction of metal and cunt, forcing her finger into the opening and then back out.

Sonja released the rope in the pole.

Theodora jumped violently and screamed out. "Oh, god! No!"

With a grunt, Sonja pushed harder.

"No, no, it hurts!"

After only a few inches, the resistance faded. Sonja staggered as an orgasm crashed into her; she had just impaled Theodora's womb with a spit. Her juices dribbled down her thigh as she fought the urge to masturbate. Instead, she grabbed the pile and steadily pulled the release rope back.

Theodora sobbed loudly, only a wail escaping her throat.

Meris masturbated violently as she stroked the spit and the black girl's pussy.

Theodora's sobs were hoarse and terror filled, but the burning passion in Meris' eyes kept her almost moving forward.

The spit slit in, inch by inch. The kitchen filled with the sounds of Sonja's measured breathing, Meris' pants of pleasure, and Theodora's pain-filled whimpers.

Meris reached up to press her fingers against Theodora's taunt belly. "I can feel it. Oh god, I can feel the spit inside her."

Sonja moaned and continued to work the metal deeper into their victim. It was hard work, more so from the orgasms that coursed through her body then her slick hands on the spit. Every once in a while, she could feel some organ stopping her and she used the point to pierce through it.

Seeing Theodora's body shake violently brought more heat to her body. As the spit slowly worked its way into her stomach and then higher, Theodora was forced the straighten her back. The motion of her hips stopped as she was impaled, her body slowly becoming transfixed on the metal.

Meris jumped away and crawled up on the grill, planting her naked ass on the metal and wrapping her legs around Theodora as she jammed her fingers into the black girl's skin.

"Little to the right," she said after a moment.

Theodora cried out.

Meris kissed her, hands still probing. She called out directions and Sonja forced the spit deeper. Blood oozed out from the black lips stretched around the spit, but it was a sexy sight to see it dripping on the ground.

Sonja twisted the spit in her hands, able to step forward slightly. A bulge pressed up from inside Theodora's stomach and she cried out. Carefully, Sonja brought it back in line and let Meris thread it further past organs. Then, she felt a pressure of something give and their meat gave out a tiny burp.

"Oh god, I think it's in her mouth." Meris' voice was drunk with excitement. She grabbed Theodora's throat and head, forcing it back into a straight light.

Inspired, Sonja pushed harder, steadily working the metal deeper into the impaled pussy.

Theodora's breathing grew more ragged, gurgling, then it grew suddenly muted.

A powerful surge of excitement filled Sonja as she watched the tip of the spike push out of the girl's mouth. Memories of her own excitement from being spitted, the only good part of her nightmares, filled her and a powerful orgasm crashed into her. She almost dropped to her knees, but Theodora cried out in agony and she halted herself.

The last few feet to completely impaled Theodora were the hardest because Sonja kept wanting to finger herself violently. Her pussy ached to be touched and fucked.

When the bloody tip stuck out two feet. Sonja finally released the metal and came around to admire her victim.

The sight of Theodora struggling to breath, the thin gasps that escaped around the spit, was the sexiest thing she had seen. She leaned forward and strokes Theodora's breasts, enjoying the trembling as she looked into the dull eyes that looked back. It almost saddened her that Theodora wouldn't feel the full effects of being roasted alive, but it didn't matter anymore.

Sonja tweaked her nipple. “We are going to bind you now.”

A name wasn't need anymore. Theodora was just meat.

Meris pulled out some brackets that mounted about a foot from the blood-flecked lips and near her knees. A short crossbar fitted in the bracket, giving them something to tie rope to, to keep her steady.