Even though Theodora didn't resist, Sonja took great effort to make sure the rope would keep her steady as they fixed her into place. When they finished, their meat was bound tightly to the pile.

"Okay, let's get her on the brackets."

The brackets of the grill were tall, about two feet above the metal and they strained to pick her up smoothly, but Sonja and Meris managed to lift the girl up on the brackets, the spit slipping in smoothly, as if it was built for it.

Their meat gave a muted whimper but didn't resist.

Sonja fingered the controls for the grill and a small blue flame appeared. Warmth washed up as the grill fired in four long streamers of flame underneath hardwood charcoal.

A single tear splashed down.

Sonja gestured at the cupboard and Meris pulled out a gallon-sized container of olive oil. With a grin, they spiced it with herbs and other spices, then started to spread it on the Theodora's naked body. Their fingers, slick with excitement and oil, moved quickly. Heat and flame were nothing compared to the terribly sensual feelings of rubbing oil on a girl about to die. She whimpered, but Sonja and Meris found themselves growing hot and slick, even hotter than the skin underneath their fingers.

Together, they continued to rub oil in every crevice, every part of the meat's body until it grew too hot for them to remain. Slowly and sadly, they stepped back, letting the oil drip from their fingers.

Sonja remembered where the turner was and pulled it out. She had to clean her hands of oil before she hooked it up and turned it on. The electronic motor whined before it began to slowly rotate their victim over the flames. The dark skin already shimmered from the heat.

Sonja felt tired and sat down on the chair, watching the body slowly turn.

Meris watched her and smiled, sinking to her knees between her legs. Sonja started to resist, but the mouth and oil-slicked fingers against her skin silenced her words. She leaned back, her eyes locked on the slowly turning body while her lover, her most wonderful lover, started to please her.

Theodora wiggled on the spike, in tiny little movements that Sonja almost missed. Sonja could see the smear of blood on the spit from Theodora's rock. With every jerk, her lips at either end would stretch out and slide back in. At first, she wondered if it was just Theodora exploring her limits or the rotation of the spit, but soon it became obvious that Theodora was stroking herself on the spit, maybe trying to kill herself faster on the metal than the slow death of being cooked alive.

Sonja smiled to herself, the pleasure and heat rising rapidly. The sounds of slurping drifted from around Meris head and Sonja could feel the slickness flooding her lover's mouth. It was a wonderful point, watching a girl dying slowly on the flames and her lover laving between her legs.

Her orgasm came slowly, languishing, despite the hard edge of excitement that filled her. She moaned softly, oiled fingers curling into Meris' hair. When it came, she shuddered violently, holding her lover's lapping tongue tightly against her sex.

It faded too soon, leaving her feeling anxious in the afterglow.

Meris purred as she stood up, straddling Sonja's legs as she sank down in her lap. She smiled over her shoulder. “She is so beautiful.”

“Yes... you are.”

Meris blushed and pressed her body tighter against Sonja, rocking back and forth slightly.

“I was talking about T...” a faint look of confusion cross her eyes, “our meat.”

“Yes, your present.”

Meris brightened and kissed her, “I love you, Sonja. I love you so very much!”

Her excitement softened as she leaned forward and whispered in Sonja's ear.

“I want you.”

“We... we should stay until she is done.”

Meris whimpered softly, but Sonja already had an idea.

With a smile, she patted on the table. “Why don't you crawl up there and maybe I can give you a little something for yourself.”

The excitement in the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen left Sonja gasping. Meris crawled off her lap and on the table, wiggling her body. The wood shuddered slightly, but held easily as she turned around, her body stopping as she stared at the turning girl. Sonja stood up herself and walked around the table, until the delicate opening and line of her lover's body dominated her vision. With a smile, she lowered her lips to the dripping sex.

Meris gasped loudly, her body leaning back with the flare of excitement.

Sonja lapped and licked and fingered for almost an hour.

For Meris, her orgasms came hard and fast and in rapid succession.

Sonja didn't give up and kept using her tongue and fingers as long as the orgasms left a puddle of juices on the table. By the time the smell of cooking girl filled the kitchen, her jaw ached and her tongue could only taste pussy.

Meris moaned happily, lying in a puddle of her juices. She spread her legs far apart and rested her head off the edge of the table, watching Theodora cook like Sonja used to watch television.

Theodora's eyes no longer saw anything and Sonja felt a moment of silence for her. She missed the death of the girl, but it was obvious from Meris' rapt attention that her lover didn't. Her smile curled her lip happily as she realized that she gave Meris what she promised.

The only thing to do was to check on their meat and fuck for the rest of the day. Sonja smiled and stood up. She walked around the table before straddling Meris' face.

"Your turn."

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