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Blake Marlowe
2022/05/22
(Sun)
18:32:36
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There was a whoop of delight from many of the teenage cousins at the unexpected treat of the pretty young head to play with! Samantha was a little annoyed that she could not move her head far enough to see exactly what they were doing to it, with the metal rod impaling her delicious young body but, whatever it was, it was provoking cries of delight from them and affectionate and amused chuckles from the older relatives who watched. There was little time for her to focus on her sister’s fate, however, as her arms and legs were then tugged straight out behind her and tied with ropes which bit painfully into her skin so that she was ready to cook. A second, shorter spit was clipped into the first between her meaty thighs and pushed deep into her ruined ass to ensure that she would turn as she cooked rather than just laying over the coals while the spit rotated inside her.
Becky’s headless carcass was given similar treatment then both sisters were carried over to the coat-pit and mounted on the upright, side by side, to be slowly turned until roasted. Immediately the heat from below hit Samantha’s belly and tits, especially her hard pink nipples, made more sensitive than ever by her recent traumatic erotic experience. As her back and rump were basted with the thick, refrigerated sauce she wished for the relief of its kiss on her front too.
“Having fun there?” the family Grandpa asked the bunch of teen boys who were taking it in turns with Becky’s head, pushing their hard cocks into her already cum-filled mouth, holding her chin to keep her lips close together. The congealed blood drying crispily on one fifteen year old’s hard but fairly short member suggested that he has tried sticking it in the next stump. “Not so much fun as it sounds, huh?” He chuckled, looking at the disappointed face of his thirteen year old grandson who was trying to get a serviceable blow-job from the slack-jawed head and finding it distinctly underwhelming. “Let me show you a trick!” he winked, leaning forward and taking his granddaughter’s severed head from the boy who stood semi-hard with his trousers around his knees, looking confused and disappointed.
Whistling cheerfully while he cradled the head in the crook of one arm, Grandpa took a pen-knife from his pocket and flipped open the largest blade. The boys all looked on with awe and fascination as he plunged the blade into Becky’s left eye and levered upwards, popping out her eyeball. The boys gave an involuntary exclamation of surprise and disgust as he removed the knife, the blade making a wet, sucking noise as it was pulled out of the squishy ball then he gripped the eye and pulled until the optic nerve and coil of muscle which controlled it was tight then sliced through it with his knife. Tossing the eye into the bushes, he quickly did the same with her right.
“There you go!” he grinned, handing the head back. “Two fresh holes that I’m sure you’ll find much more appealing!” The boy looked unsure at first but then took the head of his only slightly younger cousin, rubbed his little dick to make it harder once more then pushed it into the left socket.
“Oh wow, this is great!” he exclaimed as he fucked the empty socket, feeling the muscles within grip him. “Thanks Grandpa! Wow I’m gonna make a hole in her brain!”
“Well she doesn’t need it any more!” his older brother laughed. “Quit hogging it! I want a turn!”
“Hey!” Grandpa chuckled, “Share nicely, boys! There’s two sockets after all!” From where she was now mounted on the spit, turning slowly and enduring the searing heat from below on her delicate skin, Samantha had a very good view of what the boys, two at a time now, were doing to her sister’s head! She thought of Becky’s pretty eyes laying like trash in the bushes ready to be scavenged by small creatures and wondered what would happen to the rest of the head. It was unlikely to be very appetising for a stew or anything by the time the boys had finished with it so most likely it would end up hung by the hair on one of the trees for the birds to peck at, or thrown down the back of the garden for the foxes along with both her and Becky’s inedible innards.
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