Chapter 2

“Wow, is this for real? Claire asked when she walked through the polished, wooden door Frank had just opened for her. The two others followed suit, the expressions on their faces turning to surprise and awe once they took in the view of the room they found themselves in. They were in a suite on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, a place one would usually only see in commercials and movies. Seeing it in real life though, was much better. The suite was lusciously decorated with handcrafted wooden furniture, a high, painted ceiling and big windows with a stunning view of the surrounding city. Sure, one could question whether it was necessary to let three teenage girls spend the night there when they would just become meat the day after. Frank knew the importance of keeping the “meat” happy though, and he had deemed it sensible. Besides, the room was available anyway, and judging by their reactions the girls loved it. They all ran in different directions around the suite, which was the size of an average house, exploring their temporary palace.

“Kayla! Claire! Come here you’ve got to see this!” Emily called out from two rooms over.

“What is it, what is it?” the other two replied, sprinting towards Emily. As soon as they entered the room they knew what the redhead meant, in the middle of it was a full size pool table, complete with cue sticks and ten flawlessly polished balls arranged in a the shape of a triangle.

“Can we play? Please?” Kayla asked Frank when he entered the room, opting for walking rather than sprinting around the place.

“Of course,” he answered. “Actually I won’t bother you more today, so I just have some quick info before I leave.” The girls allowed their attention to shift from the pool table to the man talking to them, but only briefly. “You’ll stay here until tomorrow morning when I’ll come to pick you up. You are not to leave the room, and therefore it is locked. Should you need anything though, just call reception. We’re always here to help you. As I’m sure you have been informed you can not consume any food 24 hours before being cooked, but you may drink water of course. You’re free to use anything in this suite, the pool table, the TV, the books, anything. Make yourself at home, and try to get some sleep. Any questions?”

Frank took the ensuing silence as a no. “See you in the morning then,” he said and left.

“See you!” the girls answered, a mere milliseconds before throwing themselves over the pool table.

The girls played pool for a while before opting to watch a movie together in one of the double beds. As the credits rolled over the screen, Emily and Claire wanted to watch another one.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna take a shower.” Kayla said and went towards what she assumed was the bathroom. She was right, and of course it was huge, with a big shower, a very expensive looking bathtub, and a sink with gold ornaments. Kayla quickly shed her shorts, top and underwear and hopped in the shower. Rather than a cubicle this shower was a room in its own right. Brown stone tiles lined the walls and floor, and there was an elevated area to sit, or even lay down on. Kayla turned on the water and adjusted it to just the right temperature before letting it run over her light brown skin. The water tamed her wild, dark hair, and it clung to her neck and shoulders. She decided to clean her hair first using the shampoo the she found in some small, pretty glass bottles in a shelf built right into the shower wall. It smelled like flowers and fresh fruit, and it was definitely sweet enough for her liking. The shower gel smelled the same, and Kayla made sure to cover every nook and cranny of her body with the sweet, slick gel.

While she soaped herself in Kayla started to think about why she was there, and what was going to happen to her the next day. Her fantasy was actually becoming reality. “How are they going to cook me?” she wondered. They might slit her throat, cut her up into little pieces and serve bits of her with vegetables and sauce. Just the thought of it caused her tummy to tingle. Maybe they would put her in a pot and boil her alive until she was turned into soup? The tingling spread downwards towards her girly parts, and before she knew it she was circling her clit gently with her fingers. Most of all, she hoped they would spit her with a long, sharp metal pole from one end to the other. Kayla knew she would look good on a spit. Emily might be the most beautiful of the three friends but Kayla definitely had the best ass. The spit would show it off very nicely. Thinking of being cooked made the dark skinned beauty really horny, and she craved more stimulation. She brought the shower head towards her crotch and directed the stream of water to her wanting pussy. As she studied the shower head she noticed little markings on it, seeming to indicate different settings for the spray. Instinctively she gripped and turned it, causing the stream of water to turn from an even flow to powerful, massaging jets.

The wave of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet so she sat down on the floor, thrusting her pelvis forward to welcome the spurts of water splashing against her most sensitive area. She spread her legs wide, revealing the delicate pink flesh hidden behind her dark, wrinkly lips to the sprays of hot, pulsing water. While all of this was happening, Kayla imagined herself getting spitted. The sharp piece of metal would be put in slowly, spreading her hole wide. The spit would be slick with oil and would enter her welcoming opening easily, but meeting resistance as it pierced her inner walls. It would travel through her organs, doing irreparable damage inside her until it came out her mouth, the foreign object causing her throat to swell as it continued on its path upwards. “But which hole would it enter?” she wondered. She had always just assumed it went through her pussy, but someone had recently told her that sometimes they put the spit in through the asshole! Kayla had never put anything up there before, so she figured she should try it just in case they would put it in that way the day after. Using her little finger, she carefully probed the ring of her anus. It was tight for sure, but with just a little effort her finger slipped inside. It felt weird, but also good in a manner she had never experienced before. Once passed the sphincter the hole felt smooth and slick, the inner walls feeling even smoother than her pussy. Though the opening itself was very tight, once inside there was more room, hopefully enough for a thick, metal spit.

Kayla probed her opening, gradually working her finger in and out until the thrusting became a steady rhythm. After a while her little finger slipped easily in and out, so she switched to her middle finger. It met more resistance, but once she relaxed and got used to it she was able to insert the whole of it without much effort. She increased the pace, and combined with the massaging of her pussy it was starting to feel really good. Her teenage body was feeling hot and fuzzy all over, and she couldn’t keep small moans from escaping her full lips. Kayla had explored her body enough times to know what was coming and braced herself for it, because this was going to be a powerful one. The tingling sensation in her crotch got more intense by the second and spread to her tummy, her chest and tits topped with rock hard nipples, and to her smooth, soft inner thighs. Her breathing grew labored, and though she hoped the other two girls wouldn’t hear her over the sound of the television, by this point she was too far into it to care. When she felt it coming, she pulled her fingers out of her ass and gripped the top of her pussy, pulling back the skin covering her clit. When jets of water hit the sensitive flesh it sent her over the edge. Her legs twitched, her pussy was convulsing and she couldn’t help uttering a groan of pure, ecstatic pleasure. It lasted for an eternity, the usual waves of pleasure melting into one continuous stream of ecstasy. The afterglow was delightful, and the young girl enjoyed it to the fullest while letting warm, steamy water run over her nude, young body.


“Did you enjoy yourself? You were in for a long time!” Emily said to Kayla when she finally emerged from the bathroom. The redhead’s lips formed a mischievous grin.

“I guess,” said Kayla trying her best but failing to sound indifferent. The girls had most definitely heard her moans escape through the door.

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Claire said, “I think I’m going to take a shower too.” She scooted over to the edge of the bed and sprung up towards the bathroom door.

“Hey,” Kayla said just as the blonde was about to close the door. “You should try the massage function in the shower. It really, ehm, cleans … well.” Claire gave her a sly smile before closing the door after her. Metaphors had never been Kayla’s strong point, but she figured she probably got her point across well enough.