Natasha had thought that all the fucking she had experienced, whether enjoyed or endured or both, in the last hour or so would have stretched her out inside and made the passage of the spit easier but instead it was quite the opposite! The friction from the four eager cocks she’d had inside her had caused her sore cunt to swell and become more sensitive than ever. Fortunately for her, the pain of the rough violation mixed with the seemingly endless orgasms had caused something in her brain to short out and she could no longer feel the difference between pleasure and pain or even really remember that they had ever been separate experiences, her well-used and soon to be eaten teen body was wracked to the core with intense and overwhelming sensation.

“Here we go!” Rick grinned, giving Natasha’s buttered rump an encouraging pat. She opened her mouth and eyes wide as the thick wooden pole forced its way in, squeezing between her inflamed cunt lips. It filled her deeper and more thickly than any of the cocks she had experienced yet, unlike them, it did not pull back but kept going, relentless and without mercy. She could not help but gasp and let out a yelp, much to the amusement of the watching guests, and the sharp tip reached the end of her passage and began to tear through her. Onward it travelled, past her belly, she thought it must surely kill her as it entered her chest but the caterers were well experienced and knew how to miss her heart. She coughed and spluttered, vomiting up some of the cum that had been deposited down her through but the white good spilling down her chin was soon tinted red as she began to cough blood, small flecks at first but soon it poured from her mouth as if she were a vampire. Finally the tip of the spit forced its way through the back of her throat and out her mouth to be met by cheers and applause from the audience.

Joe took a damp cloth and wiped the viscous mixture of blood, phlegm and cum from the pole and Natasha’s face as Rick continued to slide the spit through the teen’s body until it was far enough out the front. He then stepped back, breathing heavily and wiping his brow as spitting a live girl was far more physically demanding than it looked, allowing Joe to come around to the other end and wipe the blood that has oozed from Natasha’s now-ruined cunt and re-apply some butter around the entrance and other places where it had rubbed away during the process. Once the spit was all the way through, he picked up one of the wooden-capped spikes and the mallet then, after considering for a moment to find the right spot, set the end into one of the holes then used the mallet to drive it deep into place. He put three such spikes down the left side as Natasha watched, each blow of the mallet making the pole impaling her shudder and vibrate, causing new sensations all through her body. It seemed amazing to her that she had not already fainted. He repeated the exercise on the right side, pulled off the wooden caps revealing the sharp tips of the metal spikes. then unbuckled her wrists from the strap. Slowly but firmly, he forced her arms onto the spikes so that they pierced through her skin, dark red blood oozing around the punctures, pinning her in place. Once this was done, he took a length of rope and firmly tied her wrists to the pole.

“Want to do the honours back there?” he asks, offering the mallet to Rick who took it happily then selected ten spikes, holding them in his mouth as if working on a building site. Natasha could not see what was being done this time but she felt the wave of agonising euphoria every time the mallet struck. Soon she felt her ankles being released and her legs lifted. She could not scream properly with the spit in her through but her eyes shot even wider open than before and she let out a strangled whine as her thick, meaty legs were forced onto the cruel spikes and her feet tied. Finally her hair was tied up in a high bun and she was ready to roast. She could not see who was carrying her from behind was Natasha was pleased to see Rick holding the front of her spit, carrying it over his shoulder towards the roasting pit.

The coals were glowing as she was gently lowered down over them and the ends of the pole dropped into the supports at either end. Pausing to smile at the spitted girl, Rick picked up the handle and slipped it over the sharp end, tightening it in place with two wooden thumb-screws.

“Here we go!” He winked at the impaled teen but her attention was focussed on the heat from below, melting the butter on her skin and making her perky nipples tingle even more than they had been already as her boobs hung down towards the coals. Slowly, Rick began to turn the handle and she felt herself spinning, getting a good view of the guests watching her cook before turning more to face the almost-clear sky above then turning some more so that her delicious rump was displayed to the guests then she was back laying on her front over the coals and the cycle began again.