Part 10a

The artificial coal pit, safe for indoor cooking, was glowing red hot, ready to turn Samantha’s beautiful, athletic young body into delicious meat ready to eat. In the glass oven, Rebecca was already clearly having the time of her life and in the steaming pot, red-faced and panting, Jennifer was well on her way to her third orgasm, much to the delight of her audience who were more than thrilled to have plenty of her own special ingredient added to the stew.

She knew what to expect, of course. As soon as she had learned how she was to be cooked, Samantha has spent any hours, long after she was supposed to have gone to bed, online watching not only official Sidney’s promo videos but also the many amateur videos both families of meat-girls and general diners just enjoying the show had filmed on their phones. With four active Sidney’s restaurants in the country, spitting an average of five girls every night, there were plenty of videos to choose from!

As she watched girl after girl receive her final, and in most cases first fuck from the uncaring metal pole, Samantha had not been able to help stroking herself between her legs, pushing her fingers a little way inside and imagining how it would feel when the spit was pushed into and through her. She would not have to imagine for much longer!

Just as Samantha knew it would be from her very pleasurable research, the upright frame was wheeled out and the assistants guided her to step up onto it. Obediently raising her arms, Samantha allowed her wrists to be strapped in, closely followed by her ankles. This was really it! No going back now – not that she wanted to, of course. Everyone in the audience, including her parents, had watched her dance and now were about to watch her impaled, not thinking of her as a young girl any more with hopes, aspirations, talents or dreams, simply as delicious meat for their dinner. That’s all she was now, nothing but food!

The two assistants either side of her unclipped the middle of the frame and Samantha found herself lowered forward, bending at the waist with her rump stuck out behind her and her two eager holes exposed. Rebecca had certainly made sure that she was well oiled on the inside as well so she hoped that the spit would be able to slide smoothly through her. What an honour it was, she thought, to be the first girl ever cooked on that spit. However many thousands, tens of thousands even, who would follow her in the years and decades ahead, she was the first, taking the spit’s virginity just as it was about to take hers.

The sharp tip was between her oh so wet lower lips now, stretching them apart as Rebecca’s fingers had less than half an hour earlier. The assistants were clearly experts in their field and Samantha felt the spit being rotated inside her well-oiled and naturally lubricated vaginal passage, breaking through her hymen like wet tissue paper and continuing forward, stretching her out and filling her up until it reached her cervix. Samantha had thought they might stop at this point and warn her but instead the spit just kept going, rotating all the time and piercing her cervix then, moments later, tearing through the wall of her uterus and into her abdominal cavity.

The pain was far more intense than she had imagined but so was the pleasure as the thick pole continued its journey through her body, rubbing against her clit and stimulating her g-spot as inch after inch of oiled steel passed through her tight, no longer virgin little cunt. The two contradictory sensations blended together, each amplifying the other, flooding Samantha’s brain so that, in her delirious, giddy state, she could barely tell one from the other.

The burning sensation spread through her body as the spit continued its slow but steady journey. In less than two minutes from the moment the tip had entered her, Samantha felt the pressure at the back of her throat. One of the assistants took hold of her cheeks to hold her head in position, smiling down at her reassuringly. The lithe young dancer tasted the metallic flavour of blood in her mouth as the spit erupted from her throat, scraping against her teeth and the thick pole, coated with blood and oil, emerged through her mouth and out into the open air. The audience clapped politely as the spit continued to pass through her impaled young body until it stuck out as much at the front as at at back.

When it came to a stop, the conflicting and combining sensations eased enough for Samantha to come to her senses a little and she looked at the wiped-clean metal pole in front of her. The videos she had seen told her what to expect next and, sure enough, there was the metallic scraping sound as the anal stabiliser on its ring was slipped onto the back of the spit and slid up the pole. Unable to turn her head to watch, Samantha felt a firm pair of hands pull her butt cheeks apart and the smooth metal rod forced deep into her anus so that she would not slip around as she turned on the spit. With both well-oiled holes stuffed with smooth, hard metal, Samantha gave a low moan of pleasure.

As the back of the frame was lifted, bringing her legs up and laying her completely flat parallel with the spit, Samantha peered into the oven where Rebecca was fingering herself to yet another climax, her horny eleven year old ass clenching around the thick carrot which violated her tight hole. Her light olive skin now glowing red as if sunburned and surely soon to start turning golden brown. Jennifer was entirely spent now, laying at the very edge of consciousness with her head lolled on the side of the stew pot, her fingers still slowly stroking her clit although she could no longer feel either. Surely it was only a matter of minutes, if that, before she slipped into oblivion and her toned young body would be heaved out of the broth and taken to the kitchen to be chopped up before the chunks of meat were returned and the final ingredients added to complete the stew.

Samantha watched with interest, as if simply watching another of her videos, as her wrists were released from their velcro straps and fixed to the spit with a set of cuffs that slid onto the pole and locked into place with a wing screw the way the anal stabiliser did. Next, she felt the same happening to her ankles and soon they do were locked in position, leaving her knees just bent enough for her to be able to hump the spit while she roasted.

Now two assistants lifted the spit with the beautiful, talented young dancer impaled upon it and carried it over to the roasting pit. The heat struck Samantha immediately as she was dropped into position and locked in place. There was a click as the mechanism was activated and the spit began to turn. The jets which sprayed her rotating body with a fine mist of thin oil to keep her skin from splitting were pleasantly cool and a welcome respite from the intense heat below.

Slowly, the spit turned and Samantha shifted back and forth upon it, stimulating herself over and over as she began to roast. She had wanted to be a dancer, to perform in front of hundreds every weekend but here she was, performing an incredibly erotic and sensual dance before a captivated audience but it was the last performance she would ever give.

She had hoped that her dancing would lead to her being discovered, setting her on a path to fame and, in a way, she had got her wish. Her performance at the audition had drawn the attention of the head of the chain and the organisers of this very special preview night. She had been hand-picked for this starring role, of all the girls they could have chosen to be the first to ride this spit, they had chosen her. She was special. She was the first. And for sure she would be famous.