"Before we cook you my sister, we have to push this roasting pole through you
so you can rotate over the coals". Elizabeth's cute little teenage body went
stiff. Lying on her back She sobbed uncontrollably. What were they going to do
to her now? They turned her long legged body over with her cute little skinned
bubble butt in the air. They grabbed the sharp pointed stainless steel pike,
the tip of the impaling pike was then moved upward to poke deeply into the
little girl's cunt. It felt like a huge dildo! Elizabeth's muted scream was
agonizing as she felt the thick skewer pass deep into her tight but recently
fist fucked vagina. Then she felt it a snap as it breaks through her cervix.
The boys carefully moving the impaling spike back and forth to miss her vital
organs. She could feel it pass into and through her intestines. Her screams
were quickly cut short as the pike cut into the pathway from her lungs to her
throat. Her air was cutoff by the pike as it came out her mouth. Her brother
quickly cut a large hole through her throat so she could breath. The impaling
was perfect. The teenager was neatly skewered with the pike entering at her
vagina and exiting through her mouth. Elizabeth's eyes bulged wide wishing
she hadn't been such a shit-ass bitch to her stepbrother in the past.
The little 18-year-old girl was very much alive. Staring straight ahead,
she wondering what was going to happen next. Her brother and his friend
grabbed the long pole at both ends and carried the teenager over to the
already hot coals in the large barbecue pit. It was all set up. The two boys
placed the skewered little girl long skewer into the two-end mechanism of the
rotisserie. Instantly feeling the heat of the hot coals hitting her skinned
body, the 18-year-old squirms wildly about the pike, her eyes staring straight
ahead with total disbelief oh what was happening to her. As the 18 year old
begins to rotate above the hot coals, she feels the soothing brushes of a cool
liquid "Yes barbecue sauce. It felt good against her burning skin. Her
stepbrother and his friend brush Sister Elizabeth with butter and cool
barbecue sauce. "This will make her last longer and make her more delicious
for us to eat". Soon the entire skinned form of the skewered girls glistening
torso was soaked with butter and sauce. Elizabeth's skinned muscles slowly
begin to cook. The stimulates keep her very much alive, but she is now
delirious, she was being turned on the spit. A large cool wet towel loosely
wrapped around her and protects her head, eyes and face, as her skinned body
is now turning a nice tan and being well roasted. Her light teenage white
skin was now nicely browning, and the aromas of the mesquite coals and the
well-applied barbecue sauce was smoking tenderly from her cooking body. Her
eyes were still open each time her brother unwraps and replaces a fresh wet
towel over her head so she can breath and to protect her face and eyes. She
watches for a few brief seconds how much darker her firm muscles each time the
towel is replaced. The smell of her cooked flesh permeates the cabin.
Elizabeth so appreciates the soothing application of barbecue sauce to her
luscious skinned form. For a moment Elizabeth forgot where she was. Another
cold towel is wrapped around her head giving her the cool energy and the
ability to breathe through the smoke. Her nipples are hardening and her
vagina, despite its extensive alien fisting use, starts to moisten. The
soothing effect of the cool barbecue sauce alternating with the heat from the
fire below somehow feels extremely erotic. Her brother and his wicked friend
brush on lots and lots of barbecue sauce all over the 18 year olds roasting
body. Soon it was smoking and covered with the thick sauce.

As the fire grew hotter and hotter, the 18-year-olds mind drifted in and
out of consciousness. She had never felt such pain. But soon, something
strange happened. She knew it was searing hot, yet she felling less and less
pains then almost nothing. Her exposed nerves and pain cells had slowly burned
away. Only her meat and muscles were cooking. She was almost feeling excited
that this was happening to her. They pain was going away. Could they keep her
alive? That was the question. The boys were surprised how pink she was
already. Her body was shiny with the oily basting and the barbecue sauce. The
long rod stuck through her buttocks and out her mouth fascinated Elizabeth.
She could feel the skin around her anus and mouth burning faster from the hot
metal pole. As the girl began to baste her for the tenth time, she somehow
caught the turned-on glint in her brother's eyes as he let the brush linger
between the roasting legs. He made sure she still had her clit. It appeared
that not all of Elizabeth was totally dulled, and as her brother continued to
brush Elizabeth's genital area, Elizabeth was getting excited as he brushed
her skinned clit. Her labored breath became more frequent. Finally she let
loose and shuddered with a wild orgasm, maybe her final orgasm.
After almost an hour she knew she was getting done. Even with the stimulates
she didn't know how much long she would last. She knew she was close. Every
time her brother changed the wet towel, she could see that her body was
starting to take on a golden dark hue. She vaguely felt that the boys were
sticking various parts of her body with a sharp fork and knives to liberate
her melting fat, which was now being used to baste her. As she rotated over
the fire, Elizabeth's skin stiffened. Her butt, her breasts were constantly
being jabbed with sharp forks and filet knives. Soon she could not move a
muscle. Her nipples, previously enlarged from her sexual arousal, became
permanently extended and stiff. Her little vagina, gapping open from its
extended fist fucking, began to enlarge further as the surrounding muscles
began to cook. The new wet towel around her head helped her breath again and
it kept her eyes from burning. Elizabeth's mental faculties stayed with
her. A sense of peace and fulfillment began settling upon Elizabeth. She had
been cooking over the hot coals for about an hour. Her muscle was finally
getting cooked through and through and she knew she was ready to be served.
The boys knew it was time too. Elizabeth knew what was coming next. It was
frightening but in a strange way was intensely exciting. She was passing from
that delirium state between ecstasy and death. She knew she was getting well
cooked but she was feeling little pain. She knew that next she would be
carved alive. They had kept her alive for this purpose. To share her flesh
with these people and perhaps share and eat parts of herself in a strange
strange ritual. She knew her mind would be the last part of her to go. She
wondered what would be her final thoughts as they ate the last part of her. So
many things raced through her mind. They must have put some acid in that last
drink of stimulates in water. She was in no pain now. Just a state of awe.
Then one of boys yelled "dinner's ready"!

The boys put on the cooking mitts and grabbed the two ends of the long pole
holding Elizabeth over the hot coals. They placed her on the kitchen table and
slowly pull the pole out from her body. They unwrapped the last wet beach
towel off her face and head and splashed cold water on her. Her face and hair
were untouched from the heat. Her cute little teenage face was still beautiful
and she blinked her eyes. She was very much alive, but she made an imposing
sight. Her large breasts smoked and juices dripped from her open cunt. Her
firm teenage breasts hung down, pushed out over the serving tray. Her
beautiful grapefruit sized breasts and big nipples were steaming hot. They
were dark golden brown, like dark meat on a turkey. Elizabeth had beautifully
meaty breasts, set off with giant, dark areolas and pronounced nipples that
protruded almost a full inch. Her dark breasts were smoking and steaming,
slightly wet and moist with the barbecue sauce. She smelled delicious. The
boys went to her tits first. Ok if we do these first?" "Why not?" She
couldn't believe they were letting her be part of the barbecue. They each
speared a tit with their sharp knife, turning them from side to side, top to
bottom, to make sure that the insides were cooked. She screamed in terror as
their sharp cooking forks in one hand and carving knives in the other
repeatedly pierced into her cooked body. The pain returned! The cooking
process didn't deaden all her nerves. She certainly felt the knives entering
her cooked breasts. Maybe she made a mistake. She was drifting in and out of
dreamland. The drugs were great.