Chapter VII: Carrie Through and Through

By the time Carrie and the managing partner emerged from his office, the entire firm was buzzing with excitement and the place was crowded with far more than just employees and their spouses. There were select clients, including the arrogant asshole whose case Carrie had lost and whose business had been deemed so important it was worth more that Carrie's life. She saw Lauren milling around with a couple of coworkers including Amanda.

In a knot near her office, Carrie saw several of her family members from her mother's side, including her Aunt Linda who had Hilary in tow, looking more subservient than Carrie had ever seen her, being led about on a leash wearing only a bikini made of leather straps which accentuated her feminine parts rather than hiding them. Carrie wondered if she'd been allowed a coat on the way here. Probably not, it would be a good way for Aunt Linda to remind her of how her fortunes had changed, after months of being the mistress she was now the slave. Hilary had probably entertained ideas of finding a new slave to replace Carrie after today, but this was the fate Cassandra had devised as revenge on her.

"There she is," Carrie heard a familiar voice say from behind her.

She turned around, unable to hide her surprise and embarrassment. "Dad, what are you doing?" Carrie asked incredulously when she saw her father with his second wife.

"I came to see my little girl's big day, of course," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You didn't think I was going to miss this party, did you?"

"But, dad," Carrie said stopping him. "How did you find out about today? I mean I never said anything to you about what's been happening at work."

"Oh Carrie, I've known all along what was coming. I've known you'd end up as meat a hell of a lot longer than you have. That's been the plan all along. The only question was really whether you'd end up in an oven or on a spit."

"You've breed a good looking sow," the managing partner commented.

"Thanks. Her mom always wanted her to have a career and a future. As soon as she turned eighteen, I started saying, 'No, let's cook the bitch.'"

Suddenly her mother's actions made sense. Cassandra had always harbored a desire to snuff her daughter, but had never been able to reconcile it with her motherly instincts. She'd given Carrie everything she wanted unconsciously hoping it would balance out the dark secret she kept. When the partners had wanted to make Carrie their office slut, she'd felt guilty for wanting it too, so she'd set it up so that Carrie would meet the doom she'd always imagined for her, but only after Cassandra met her end first.

"Your mother left me a message on her last day," Carrie's father informed her. "She made sure I wouldn't miss my daughter becoming a real meat girl. Of course, the bitch waited until it was too late for me to see her roast. Oh, I'd of loved to have been there while she struggled at the end of her rope."

"I have Cassie's head in my office," the manager told him. "I don't normally share it, but I think you've earned it. A thank you for providing us with our beautiful Carrie. You'll have plenty of time to play with it while she's cooking."

Carrie's father smiled at is wife. "I think that's something we'd both enjoy."

"Come along, Carrie," the managing partner said as he took hold of her arm and steered her to the conference room. "Your family may have hours to kill, but it's just about time for you to die."

As she was led to through the crowd, everyone that they passed fell into step behind them, most taking one last feel of her supple body.

In the conference room, the chairs had been removed and the table pushed against the wall and it's normal place in the center of the room was now occupied by a small table covered in a table cloth with the caterer's logo embroidered on it. Spread across it was a selection of spits, restraints, and other accessories necessary to roast an entire human body. Beside the table was the base unit of the portable electric roasting rig.

Carrie couldn't help but notice that Samantha and her boyfriend were hovering near the caterers and the redheaded bitch seemed to be admiring the electric spit and the steel poles, one of which would soon be shoved completely though Carrie's young body, a scene she was undoubtedly visualizing with relish.

Carrie couldn't help herself and took a quick look at the table spread with appetizers, alcohol, and, yes, there was a jar of relish. Carrie smiled in spite of herself.

As everyone crowded in for a view of Carrie's impalement, it was obvious that even the largest room at the firm was too small to comfortably accommodate the number of people who had showed up to watch Carrie meet her end and taste her meat.

"Alright, Carrie, climb onto the table so everyone can get a good view of that magnificent body as it's run through," the manager said.

"Yes, sir," Carrie replied. She climbed onto the table and looked out at all the faces staring at her naked form with both figurative and literal hunger.

The head caterer, a very attractive black woman in her early thirties, stepped up and selected a pair of heat resistant cuffs and pulled Carrie's hands behind her back. It had become a common position for Carrie over the previous months and she was already cuffed before the gravity of what happening really began to sink in. Once her hands were secured, the woman placed another set of restraints at her elbows and drew them together tightly, forcing Carrie's back straight and her chest out. Without addressing Carrie at all, the caterer grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head down while pushing her bound arms back farther than they were meant to go forcing Carrie to bend at the waist. Carrie would have done as she was told, but the woman simply forced her into the desired position.

'That's it,' Carrie thought. 'Just like that I've stopped being a person at all and am just a large piece of meat in the chef's hands.'

"I understand that you want to have the head preserved," the caterer said.

"That's right," the managing partner responded from behind Carrie.

"Well, normally that would mean that we'd have to take it off now. It's impossible to properly preserve the meat's head once it's been cooked," the caterer explained. "But I've come up with a modified spit which should be prefect for this situation." She picked up one of the poles which had a blue silicon sleeve over the pointed end that extended about eighteen inches. "This is a newer model where the pole itself heats up and cooks the meat from the inside out. I've insulated this pole down one end. When positioned correctly, it prevents the conduction of heat through the pole to the head. So while the rest of the sow cooks, it's head remains intact. This both allows the head to be preserved and keeps the sow alive longer. Of course the longer it stays alive and twitching the more flavorful the meat will be."

There was a chorus of approval from the spectators. "I hope she lives long enough to feel her meat being sliced off." "I hope she can hear me tell her how she tastes." "If she twitches as long as I hope, she'll be VERY flavorful." With her head down she couldn't see, but Carrie was sure that the last statement had come from Samantha. She didn't dare look up to see for sure.

Then came her father's voice. "My girl doesn't disappoint. She'll probably end up sitting on the platter slicing off and serving her own meat."

'Thanks for that image, dad,' Carrie thought to herself. 'Isn't it enough that I'm going to be impaled and roasted alive? Do they really have to make it even longer?' She was really starting to get nervous. She almost wished that she was already spitted. At least then she would be past the point of being able to fight it, but the longer they delayed, the more she was afraid she would make a fool of herself by struggling pointlessly against her fate.

"Who gets to do the honors of skewering the sow?" the caterer asked.

There were numerous volunteers, but the managing partner quickly informed everyone that the deed would be done by the client whose case Carrie had lost.

'At least it isn't Samantha,' Carrie thought, though she was still disappointed. She assumed that her boss would be the one to run her through.

"We'll need someone to spread her asshole and another to hold her head," the caterer said.

"Lauren, why don't you hold her ass?" the manager said.

"I'll hold her head," came Samantha's voice from right beside her.

"Very well," the manager agreed.

Carrie felt slightly reassured by Lauren's soft hands on her butt, however it was balanced by Samantha's sharp pull on her ponytail.

"Ok, you at the head, you'll need to watch for this red line on the silicon sleeve. When you see this come out of the meat's mouth, then the end of the insulated portion should be approximately lined up with the bottom of it's neck."

Samantha knelt down beside Carrie's head. "Don't worry. I'll watch her very carefully," she said in a tone that didn't even try to hide her glee.

"Alright, go ahead and get the pole started, but only about eight inches."

Carrie felt the point of the steel pole find the entrance to her ass. She couldn't help but gasp as it entered her hole and slid inside. It seemed far thicker than anything that had ever been in her before and it seemed like he went much farther than eight inches deep.

"What's wrong, Carrie? Didn't I stretch that hole enough for you?" Samantha gloated.

Until now, Samantha's dildo was certainly the largest thing that had ever gone into any of Carrie's holes, 'But then,' she reminded herself, 'this has to be strong enough to hold the full weight of a former person without bending. It's like the biggest dildo ever and with the stabilizer, it will fill all my holes.'

"Okay, now take your time and carefully sight down the pole to make sure you have the pole lined up properly. It's much easier to skewer the meat in one smooth push," the caterer advised.

"Any last words, Carrie?" the managing partner asked from just beside her.

'Last words? Why didn't I think of this before?' Carrie's mind raced to come up with a catchy phrase or farewell. 'All these people. What can I say that they might remember me by? Well, half of them are family, and they're about to cook and eat me. They damn well better remember me!'

Samantha quickly grew impatient. "Who cares what the cow has to say? Let's just spit her and get her on to roast. I can't wait to chew on that cunt."

"Samantha, you can wipe that smug look off your face. If you'd beaten me for the promotion in the first place than you'd have been assigned that case and we both know you'd have made the same mistake I did. Then it would be you kneeling here right now waiting to take eight feet of steel up your tight ass. The only reason you get to eat me instead of the other way around is that I'm the better lawyer. Chew on that, cunt." Getting the last word in with that bitch was definitely satisfying enough for her last words.

Samantha did not take her humiliation well. She pulled painfully at Carrie's hair and gripped her face, squeezing her cheeks together to force her mouth open.

With her bound hands Carrie signaled the man waiting behind her. This was it! Only seconds left until she'd begin to slowly die! She was so scared, her heart pounding harder than it ever had. But she had just used her last words to definitely tell of the person who had put her down the most, she refused to show fear now.

'I'm not me, I'm just meat. I'm not me, I'm just meat,' she began to tell herself over and over as she waited for the big push. She balled her hands into fists to keep them from trembling. But at the same time the fear was so intense, it was so arousing. Her pussy was dripping wet. As one of her holes was being stretched by the shaft, her other was jealous, longing for something to fill it.

Then the spit began to move. It seemed to force it's way through her in slow motion. She couldn't help herself and squirmed reflexively. Lauren took a firm hold on her hips. Samantha wasn't going to let her head move at all.

Carrie could feel the point moving through her torso. But it wasn't all bad. While she felt the tip move through her abdomen and chest, she felt the steel rubbing against the rim of her asshole as it passed through. It was painful and terrifying and the most amazing anal fuck.

In seconds, though to Carrie it seemed a gloriously agonizing eternity, the point reached her esophagus. It forced its way into her throat. She gagged as it reached the back of her mouth. Her jaw ached as it pushed between her teeth. Carrie watched wide eyed as the tip of the spit emerged from her mouth.

When the blue coated tip of the pole was about a foot past Carrie's mouth, Samantha called out, "Stop there. This little piggy is ready to roast."

A cheer went up from the crowd. People were congratulating the jerk of a CEO who'd had the privilege of skewering her.

Samantha leaned in close. She looked over at the client on the other side of the room, the whispered in Carrie's ear. "You think you're clever, don't you. I want you to know that I would never have been in your position. You see, I shredded the contract you needed to win that case. It gave me the perfect chance to screw that ass… and yours. I had no idea what was planned for you, but the fact the I'm going to get to take a piece of you and eat it, makes the whole thing all the more delicious." Samantha looked Carrie in the eye and licked her lips.

Carrie couldn't believe it. Had absolutely everyone been out to destroy her? Samantha's betrayal really should have been the least shocking. But her petty vindictiveness had turned out to be the catalyst of Carrie's demise.

Carrie saw Samantha bite her lip and close her eyes. She moaned softly and Carrie knew her fingers were circling her clit. She was forced to watch her enemy gloat over her downfall by masturbating as the caterer finished her preparations for roasting.

Carrie saw, from she peripheral vision, as a hand picked up the stabilizer. She heard the soft scrape of steel and felt the pole jiggle inside her as the stabilizer was slid on the back end of the pole.

"You, blue dress, open up the meat's cunt," the caterer instructed.

'Blue dress? Lauren!' Carrie quickly thought. She closed her eyes and savored the girl's touch as she slid a couple of fingers between her pussy lips and spread them apart. She felt the steel vibrate as the stabilizer approached her one remaining hole, the one that had so longed for the penetration that her ass had received. She felt the tip probe her slit briefly in search of the proper lineup to enter. Once the chef had it correctly aligned, she swiftly plunged the stabilizer deep into Carrie's sopping wet cunt. Between the large silicon coated device and Lauren's delicate fingers, Carrie came instantly.

"You liked that, didn't you, cow?" Samantha taunted her.

Carrie opened her eyes to see the redhead's shaved mound in front of her face. She straddled the spit and started humping it. Samantha was actually masturbating with same steel pole on which Carrie was dying.

Why did Carrie have the urge to try and lick it? Why did she hope the pale, bald pussy would be shoved into her face? 'Because she's won,' Carrie told herself. 'She has utterly and completely dominated you. Now it's time for you to pay the price for not being able to best her.'

The caterer pushed Carrie's butt down and straightened her legs. She secured the girl's ankles and knees to the pole. Carrie was now completely immobilized, with the exception of being able to wiggle her hands and feet. The chef instructed two of her assistants to mount the spit onto the electric base unit.

Carrie thought it was strangest feeling ever to be lifted up by the steel pole running through her body… until the switch was flipped. As the heating coil inside the steel shaft began to operate, it hummed softly. It almost felt to Carrie like she had an eight foot vibrator running through her.

Samantha leaned over the small table and called her boyfriend. "I need you to fuck me." He unzipped his pants as she hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. She almost squealed with glee as he pushed his erection into her. "Yes, that's it. Stick me like that little piggy just got stuck."

Carrie was so distracted by watching her nemesis get fucked, and the accompanying eroticism amplified by being 'toyed' in all of her holes, that she failed to hear the chef ask an assistant for the oil. Suddenly the cool, viscous liquid was drizzling on her back. It sent a shiver down her spine. But the sensation quickly changed as the chef began rubbing the oil into her skin. Carrie knew that the woman running her hands over her bare body saw her as nothing but a large piece of meat that needed basting. But as the soft hands massaged her flesh, making certain that every nook and cranny of her young body was lubed, Carrie imagined that those were the hands of a lover trying to give her what pleasure was possible with each of her holes occupied. Was it her imagination, or did the chef's hands linger on her butt cheeks and tits and the mound surrounding her stuffed pussy. A sign that the chef saw her as anything other than food? If so, it was the only one.

"There, we've got the outside basted," she said as she wiped her hands on a towel. "Time to baste the inside."

Carrie was confused until the stabilizer in her cunt began to vibrate. Carrie came almost instantly. She had to admit that aspects of the process of going from girl to meat were arousing, but as the stabilizer buzzed within her, it caused the entire spit assembly to reverberate. What had been a barely noticeable, but pleasant hum, truly became a fatal fuck by the world's largest vibrator.

Carrie's arousal did not go unnoticed by Samantha. "That's right, cow. After all your time as a sex slave, your final fuck comes from a metal pole. Oh, oh yes… YES!" She leaned over to make sure Carrie got a good view of her orgasm face, her eyes closed, mouth wide in a scream that came out as more of a squeak. As soon as she seemed able to breathe again, she continued gloating. "I get to spend all day getting my holes stuffed by this guy's extra large pole… Ooh, yeah… We'll see who cums more while you roast."

"It's good to see the meat basting itself so well," the chef commented. "Especially since I don't have another vibrating stabilizer."

'Wait… 'another?'' Carrie wondered.

"What do you mean 'another?'" Samantha voiced the sudden curiosity of Carrie and everyone else in earshot.

The managing partner answered, "We realized a few weeks ago that the guest list for this party had grown too large to feed everyone with Carrie's meat alone. So the senior partners agreed that we needed a second roast - you, Samantha."

"What!?" she practically shouted, standing up.

Her boyfriend pushed her back down, then pulled her wrists behind her back to hold her as he continued to plow her pussy.

"Your job performance has been steadily slipping over the past months. You've seemed more interested in using and abusing Carrie than in doing your job. The senior partners had already decided that you would be replacing her as the office slut. So when we realized this party would require a second sow to roast, you were the obvious choice to be skewered," the manager explained.

Samantha turned her head to her man, as he drilled her from behind. "Babe, say something. You can't be okay with this."

"No, I'm good with it. I've known for months that making you the next office cum dumpster was the plan and that you'd be on the menu at the next New Year's party." A woman walked up to him and quickly secured Samantha's wrists with a pair of cuffs. Carrie could only see the woman from the waist down. "I've been eyeing a few options here for your replacement, but I'll have to test drive them before I decide." He slapped the woman's ass before grabbing a fistful of his girlfriend's wavy, red hair and pulling her head back. "My only condition was that I get to shove the pole up your ass when the time comes."

The woman leaned down face to face with Samantha. Carrie was a little surprised to see that the owner of the round ass was Amanda. She whispered just loud enough for the two meat girls to hear. "I'll be the one riding that monster cock even if I have to snuff the other girls' hot little cunts myself… Actually, that would make for a fun first night together."

Samantha's boyfriend pulled out of the cunt's cunt. He circled her and brought his stiff dick to her freckled face. Amanda took his cock in one hand and Samantha's auburn hair in the other. She jerked the man's member until jizz erupted from the tip. The massive load of white cream landed in streaks on Samantha's face. It seemed that as long as Amanda kept stroking him, he would just keep cumming. Obviously the idea of getting to impale Samantha was something he found very erotic.

As Carrie looked on, she did her best to fuck the stabilizer. Though she could do little more than wiggle, it was enough to bring her clit into contact with the vibrator. The sight of the redheaded bitch facing the same humiliation that she'd enjoyed subjecting Carrie to was so thrilling, it didn't take much to bring Carrie to another climax.

Amanda held Samantha's head down and licked the jizz from her pretty face. "The rest of the crowd is here for Carrie, but I can't wait to get a slice of your juicy ham." Somehow hearing that made Carrie feel avenged, even though Amanda had enjoyed tormenting her almost as much as Samantha.

"But you can't do this to me," Samantha protested weakly.

"Well you signed the papers, Samantha," the managing partner said.

"I never…"

"Actually every woman in the firm has," the manager said matter-of-factly. That drew the attention of the whole room. "Didn't any of you read the fine print on your 'cost of living' raise a couple of months ago? Each of you lovely ladies is now the property of the firm." He circled Samantha and she looked up at him from where Amanda still held her to the table. "Don't worry about it, Samantha. We already decided on your replacement for next year. We actually have the next few years planned, by then we'll have gotten in some fresh meat. We'll let them get a taste of what it's like to be a lawyer, then let them get a taste of our jizz, then we get to taste them."

Carrie could barely see the managing partner turn and motion to someone out of her sight. She watched as a cute, tight ass entered her field of vision and crossed to him. The shapely butt was wrapped in a familiar blue dress.

"Sorry, Lauren, looks like you get one less year as a lawyer," the managing partner said. "Please strip."

Carrie's eyes followed every movement she could see as her sweet Lauren disrobed. She watched the form fitting blue dress as it was shimmied over the round ass and dropped to the floor. She wiggled as hard as she could against the stabilizer as the bald pussy she'd had her face buried in not long ago, came into view once more. Lauren's panties were probably still wadded up on the floor of her office. A number of hands came into view and began to rub, pinch, squeeze, and probe the now bare body.

'Poor Lauren,' Carrie thought. 'She's just learning to let out her inner slut. Now she's going to spend every day as the office whore. But then, she does look awfully wet.'

"If you've finished playing with your food, sir. I'd really like to get the other meat on to cook," the caterer said, interrupting what promised to be a ravenous gangbang of Lauren's tender, young body. Though Lauren made no attempt to hide that she was fingering herself as everyone turned their attention to Samantha.

"Put the meat on the table, please." As she'd done with Carrie only a few minutes ago, the chef completely ignored the fact the Samantha was a living woman with her own will, capable of following instructions, and instead treated her as though she were already a butchered piece of meat. Samantha's boyfriend seized her waist and hoisted the lower portion of her body onto the table.

Carrie only had a partial view of Samantha's preparations, but she saw Samantha's sexy black dress being cut off of the alabaster body. She was intimately familiar with the sensuous form, but she'd never before seen it tremble with fear. Carrie should have sympathized with the woman who anxiously awaited her impalement, but instead she found her watching the fleshy curves shivering incredibly erotically. Carrie was determined to enjoy every moment of Samantha's ordeal just as much as that bitch had enjoyed watching it happen to her. Carrie just wished she could pull on a fistful of that red hair.

"Because of the last minute addition, I don't have another internal heating spit or vibrating stabilizer," the chef said as she picked up one of the steel poles. "In fact, I have so many catering teams working today that all I had available was an old rotisserie style roaster. It's hot and fast. The meat won't be as tender as the slow roast the other meat is getting, but it does mean a nice crisp skin. Of course, the head won't be salvageable, so if you want to keep it, we'll have to remove it now."

"Yes, please," Samantha begged. "Please cut off my head. I don't want to be roasted alive." She looked back at her boyfriend holding the pole. "Please take my head. You can have a lot of fun with it."

Carrie couldn't see his face, but from the long pause, he seemed to be considering it. Then Amanda took his cock in her mouth. "Ah yes… You know, I think I'll be fine without it."

"No-" Samantha started to protest, but a quick tug on her hair by the chef silenced her.

"Alright, let's get the meat skewered the same as last time. You, spread the asshole and you, hold the head." Carrie couldn't see who was manning Samantha's butt, Amanda returned to holding her head. "Okay, start it a few inches then get it lined up."

Carrie couldn't take her eyes off the pretty, pale face as Samantha reacted to eight inches of cold steel entering her ass. The freckled face scrunched up in a grimace as her rear hole was invaded, but hardly relaxed as the movement ended. Her anticipation of the pain was too great to allow her to truly enjoy the pleasure of such a deep fuck. The expressions that crossed Samantha's face as the pole was twisted and wiggled into position would have made Carrie laugh, but that was impossible given her own situation.

"Any last words, Samantha?" the managing partner asked.

"I don't deserve this," Samantha whined.

"Yes, you do," the managing partner replied. He was met with a chorus of agreement: "Absolutely." "You're such a bitch." "You deserve it far more than Carrie." "A year as the office slut would have taught you your place." "On your knees, Lauren. I totally have to be blown while this cunt gets impaled."

Amanda pulled Samantha's hair back hard as she forced her mouth open. Carrie did everything she could to fuck the spit running through her as she watched Samantha get run through with her own pole. Carrie couldn't see the man pushing the pole from behind, but even if she could, she would have still remained focused on her rival's face. It took only seconds for the tip of the spit to appear from inside Samantha's mouth. Then it came all the way out and Samantha was fully impaled. That loud mouth cunt was finally silenced.

Carrie came so hard.

Samantha was laid flat on the table as her legs were stretched and bound. She looked at Carrie pitifully as the stabilizer was rammed into place. The chef grabbed her now messy burnt orange mop of hair and put it up in a quick bun. "That should keep it from falling on the heating element and catching fire," she explained.

Samantha only whimpered at the prospect.

"We'll need to lift the meat and hold it for a minute or two. It's laying on the case with the rotisserie," the caterer said.

When one of the chef's assistants stepped up to lift the pole protruding from Samantha's mouth, Amanda waved him off. "I've got it," she said in an oblivious play to score more points with Samantha's boyfriend.

"I'll help," came a soft female voice. As the two women bent over to lift their former coworker, Carrie saw their faces, the voice belonged one of the firm's attractive, young paralegals. Carrie immediately noticed the way Amanda eyed the cute brunette paralegal and she could imagine Samantha's former boyfriend fucking the girl mercilessly as Amanda strangled her.

The two women held one end of the pole as the cloth was removed from what Carrie had thought was just a table. It was instead a large case that opened to reveal the rotisserie. Unlike the one on which she was now warming up, this one had a support for the pole on both ends, the pole through Samantha was noticeably thinner than the one which stretched her own holes. Of course, it didn't need to accommodate an internal heating element, that was attached to the second base unit along with reflectors to direct as much heat as possible at the nubile body rotating above.

The base unit was ready in only a couple of minutes and then Samantha's spit was secured in place. Once it was switched on, the former lawyer's body began to slowly spin. The elements below where she was suspended quickly became quite hot. Carrie was sure that being this close, she felt more heat from Samantha's unit than the one that was actually cooking her.

"Are you finished with Lauren? Now that both the sows are roasting, we have a few hours to kill until they're ready to eat," one of the partners said.

"She's swallowing now," came the response of the lawyer who had his dick in Lauren's throat. Carrie tore her gaze from Samantha to see Lauren gagging on cum as the man held her head as far down on his cock as possible. Lauren gasped as she was finally released.

"Let's get her tied down like we did with Carrie while Cassandra was cooking," Amanda suggested, a rope already in her hand. A chair was brought forward and Amanda gleefully bound Lauren in the same position Carrie had occupied a few months previous. Lauren was spit roasted on a pair of stiff cock before Amanda even finished restraining her.

"There's quite a line forming. It looks like you all could use a few more female holes," came a familiar voice. Aunt Linda stepped out of the crowd with Hilary in tow. "Why don't you all help me break in my new slave?"

"That's very generous," Amanda said as she ran her hands over Hilary's soft skin. "Why don't you get on your knees while we wait for another chair?" Hilary obediently knelt as Amanda slipped out of her skirt, then Hilary slid her tongue into the already wet pussy. "Ooh, yeah… Actually bring two more chairs… Ah, ah… Once this girl's made me cum you can use us both. I'm willing to bet that I'm the one on the list to wearing the collar after Lauren's snuffed." Amanda apparently found the day's events, or the idea of her impending slavery, quite erotic, because Hilary's mouth didn't have to put in much effort before being rewarded with the taste of juice.

Soon all three of Carrie's friends were bound to chairs in a position Carrie was very familiar with. They were lined up in front of the two electric spits so that the party goers making use of their holes could enjoy the sight of the two lovely ladies roasting for their dinner.

Carrie surveyed her friends giving and receiving orgasm after orgasm and her enemy twitching spastically as she rotated over the heat. Carrie felt a warmth spread through her as her enemy was forced to share the fate she'd so enjoyed forcing on Carrie… or was that just her own meat beginning to cook?

For the rest of the afternoon, the three young women remained tied to their chairs as load after load of sperm was dumped on their faces and asses and their mouths dripped pussy juice.

Carrie and Samantha could do nothing but watch, wait, and endure the roasting of their own tender flesh. Carrie came over and over again as the stabilizer stimulated her clitoris ceaselessly. Her orgasm had become painful, her whole body felt, for lack of a better word, raw, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy.

Tired and weak, Carrie had watched as Samantha's movements on the spit had gone from near frantic jerking as she fought the heat, to just the barest signs of life. Now her breathe was shallow and the rise and fall of her bare breasts was almost imperceptible. In the beginning, she shivered sensually every time the chef had brushed more oil over her sensitive areas, now she only twitched when a barbecue fork was pressed into her meat to check it's doneness. The once milky white flesh was now a deep golden brown.

"Hey, I think Samantha is nearly gone," a woman called out. Carrie thought it was the voice of the woman who'd been her supervisor once upon a time, but she was too disoriented to know for sure.

Carrie put all her energy into focusing on her rival's face. She watched the woman blink slowly.

"The meat's lasted a good long time. It'll be ready to serve soon," the chef said as she poked one of Samantha's tits with the fork. Samantha's only response was slightly widened eyes.

"Do you want to say goodbye to your girlfriend?" someone asked.

"I'm balls deep in one of these cunts right now. I'm good."

"Well, so long, sow," called Amanda. "Ooh! Oh, yes!… I'll make sure to take good care of him. He'll never even miss you."

Samantha suddenly locked eyes with Carrie. She blink once… twice… and then was gone. Carrie felt a momentary pang of remorse, then she remembered how Samantha had gloated as she'd been put on to roast.

Without Samantha's torment to focus on, Carrie began to lose her grip on her senses now. She slowly started to feel almost as though she were floating over her own roasting body. 'Am I dead too? Is this how Samantha felt? Will I taste as delicious as I smell?'

Carrie couldn't tell how long her out of body experience lasted, but a sharp jab of the barbecue fork in her tender (in more ways than one) ass snapped her back to reality.

"The slow roast is coming along nicely. It should be done in another hour to an hour and a half," the chef said.

'Another hour? There's no way I can last that long… But I'm not supposed to, am I? I'm supposed to die just like Samantha. Otherwise I really would be serving myself.'

"The rotisserie is ready to serve now," the caterer called out. An excited buzz quickly filled the room and everyone who had been milling about the office for the past couple of hours crowded into the conference room once more. "We'll have to move the sluts so there's room to move the meat to the table."

The managing partner appeared with his knife and cut the three young women loose. Each stood and rubbed her sore muscles and bruised wrists. None seemed fazed by the fact that she was drenched in sexual emissions. Over the past months, Amanda had revealed herself to be quite a slut. However, Hilary and Lauren, her two lady loves, were quickly developing in whores as well. Carrie suspected that in time they would prove to be even more ravenous than she was.

"Will you girls kneel by the roasters? I'd like to get a photo of all our girls today, before they start slicing up Samantha," the managing partner said. The trio posed as instructed with Hilary to one side of Carrie, Lauren between Carrie and Samantha, and Amanda on the other side of Samantha's corpse. "Here hold this, Lauren," he said, handing her something. When Lauren held it up, Carrie saw that it was her mother's severed head, covered in as much jizz as her living counterparts.

"Say, 'Cumshot!'" someone joked and all the girls chuckled as the camera clicked.

"Alright, let's get the meat on the table and start carving," the caterer said as she switched off the rotisserie. Samantha's carcass stopped spinning and a pair of young men wearing heat resistant gloves dislodged the spit from its mount.

Carrie watched as the two chef's assistants hefted the pole with what was now just a large roast skewered on it. She felt a little sorry for them, having to work so late on New Years Eve. 'At least I'm not one of them,' she thought and tried to chuckle, but it didn't really work with a steel pole protruding from her mouth.

They laid Samantha's body on it's back and cut the bounds that secured it to the pole. They then slid the pole and stabilizer out of her, leaving the roast on the a huge butcher block, holes gaping.

The chef stepped up with a tray containing an array of cutlery. The first thing she reached for was a large clever. She grabbed a fistful of red hair and raised the clever.

'Oh my god, yes!' thought Carrie. 'That's it. Chop that bitch's fucking head off!' She knew that Samantha had been dead for awhile now, but the idea of that still pretty sow being beheaded thrilled her. Her pussy was suddenly soaking wet once again, though she had no idea where her severely dehydrated body got the moisture. Her own cunt was probably taking precious minutes off of her life, just so she could fully enjoy her enemy's ultimate demise.

The pretty, black woman brought the clever down as hard as she could. The sharp steel easily parted the well roasted flesh of Samantha's throat. The chef lifted Samantha's head away from her neck and placed it on an elevated platter behind her meat.

Yes, this was it. She'd won! Carrie had gotten her revenge on the woman who had thought herself Carrie's better. The thrill of the moment, of Samantha's total downfall, sent shivers through her body all the way to her pussy. Her clit was by now raw and overstimulated, the steady vibrations of the stabilizer were torturous. But still it demanded more, demanded she celebrate this moment.

Carrie's hungry clit demanded satisfaction from her. She wanted desperately to run her fingertips over her greedy little knob, but her bound hands were unable to comply. The tiny bulb of soft flesh would accept no excuses for being denied and it tortured her, forcing every fiber of her being to tremble with its ravenous desire.

Carrie did her best to move herself back and forth on the spit. Until now, the poles inserted into her holes were really fucking her, now, for the first time since Samantha's impalement, Carrie devoted her dwindling energy into actively humping the spit. She was surprised how well her medium-well meat responded to her commands.

"Hey, look at Carrie fuck that spit!" someone called out. Immediately there was a crowd huddled around her taking in the spectacle of her masturbating with the machine that was killing her.

"Way to go, Carrie." " Ride it, girl." There was a time not long ago when having her friends and family standing over her prone body watching her masturbate would have been humiliating, but now she hardly notice them as she focused only on the building orgasm within her and the sight of the chef slicing off each of Samantha's breasts and carving out her cunt steak. She shuddered as the orgasm took away what control she had over her body.

"That meat's really twitching now," came the voice of Aunt Linda. "It's meat is going to be so juicy, I think I'll wait to eat until I can get a piece of this roast."

"I agree, Linda," Carrie's father said. "I've waited this long for a slice of that delectable looking ham, I can wait another hour. Though that smell is making my mouth water."

Carrie had cum so hard she thought it might literally kill her. She was left completely drained. Most of her remaining life force had been spent reaching that fantastic peak.

"Did you want Samantha's filet, sir?" Lauren asked the managing partner as she held out a plate with the cutlet. The pair were only a few feet from Carrie and she could clearly see the piece of meat that had recently been the sex of a living woman. It looked juicy and delicious and was garnished with a creamy white sauce that was poured into the open hole between the labia left by the spit.

"No, thank you. It looks quite tasty, but I have my heart set on enjoying Carrie's portion," the manager replied. "Why don't you give that to Samantha's boyfriend? I'm sure he and Amanda would appreciate that tender morsel. But I'll tell you what, Lauren, I may give you a bite of Carrie's steak, if I think you've earned it."

"Thank you, sir," Lauren said excitedly. Truly she'd come a long way in a short time be so looking forward to partaking in cannibalism.

Someone knelt right in front of Carrie. It took a few seconds for Carrie to focus on the face. Hilary looked her in the eye. "Hey, Carrie. How's my slut doing?"

It almost felt strange to have someone address her directly. Carrie wanted to say, 'Not great. This is really hot. Every inch of me hurts. And my damn clit is sucking the life out of me.' But she couldn't manage a sound. All she could do was blink slowly to acknowledge that she was aware of her girlfriend's presence.

"I don't think Carrie has much time left."

"She lasted a really long time. According to the chef's estimate she'll be ready to serve in a little over half an hour," Aunt Linda commented.

"She's not done yet," Carrie's father interjected. "I think she can make it to the cutting board."

"She's done, let her go," Linda urged.

"You're just saying that so you might get some mercy when you take a turn on the spit."

"If I ever end up impaled, you certainly won't be the one pushing the pole."

"I'm afraid we'll never know if she'd make it all the way," the managing partner interrupted. "She owes me one blowjob before she's dead, and it looks like now's the time for her to give me head." He took out his long knife. "Lauren, on your knees. Now is when you earn your taste of Carrie's juicy cunt steak."

Lauren obediently dropped to her knees and pulled out the manager's stiff cock. Without hesitation, she took the massive member in her mouth and down her throat.

Hilary moved beside Lauren and began handling the man's balls as she looked up at him. "If it's okay with you, I'd like a bite of Carrie's pussy as well. After all, I've eaten it so many times."

The man nodded and Lauren passed off the cock to Hilary, then shoved her all the way down on it as soon as it was in her mouth. Carrie watched for several minutes as the two women who had been her lovers, gagged on the cock she'd yet to have in her mouth. The two young sluts were so hot as they used the mouths that had so often pleasured her to prepare the dick that would very soon provide her the final experience of her life. She only hoped that she would have enough time to feel his cum go down her throat before she was gone.

"Alright, Carrie. It's time you served your real purpose at the firm. Girls, grab a hold of her hair and stretch her neck."

"Yes, sir," the pair responded.

As Lauren and Hilary pulled her hair, the manager put the knife to her throat.

"Wait!" said Hilary urgently. She jumped to her feet and rushed to the table, returning with Cassandra's severed head. "She should get to see her mom one more time." Hilary pushed the tip of the pole into Cassie's mouth, then returned to tugging Carrie's golden tresses.

Carrie marveled at the view of nearly every significant woman in her life, her two lovers helping to behead her, her mother waiting to greet her once her head was detached, her enemy in the background waiting to share the banquet table with her: all but Lauren had played a part in bringing about her end - and Lauren no longer seemed to have any objections to participating.

Carrie felt the blade cut into her neck. She involuntarily began jerking around as it passed through her throat. She couldn't help but struggle as her body fought its bisection with surprising vigor. It had only been minutes since her powerful orgasm as she witnessed Samantha's decapitation and the vibrating stabilizer had maintained her arousal so that now her reflexive movements against the inserted device quickly brought her back to the edge. But the manager was doing his work swiftly and she had only seconds before her brain lost contact with her sex organs.

She was so close to one final orgasm, but her head was almost separated. The managing partner paused only to find the gap between vertebrates. Carrie's brain flashed to the images of her mother's head being cut off. Soon the two of them would be a beautiful pair of trophies. Maybe one day, Lauren would join them on display in the manager's office. Aunt Linda would surely keep Hilary's trophy to play with as well. She thought of Samantha's beautiful head simply thrown away.

Yes! That was it. She was half cooked, half headless, but still, she'd won! Carrie had gotten her revenge by outstanding Samantha. It had cost Carrie her glorious body and stunning her head, but that seemed a small price to pay for her victory.

Carrie came. She came harder than any other orgasm she'd experienced in her life. In the heat of her passion (and cooking), it felt more intense than ALL of her previous climaxes combined. The culmination of her ecstasy was so intense that it blinded her to the disconnection of her spine.

Her vengeance was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Suddenly, Carrie wondered if this was how her mother had felt as her head was separated, knowing she'd set Carrie up for a similar demise in retaliation for years of humiliation.

Before she realized what was happening, Carrie found herself sliding forward on the pole toward her mother's sperm slick face. As their lips met at the pole's end, one of the girls told her to give her mother a goodbye kiss. Carrie stuck her tongue in Cassandra's mouth. 'Thank you, mom. Thank you for everything.'

"Now, Carrie, it's time for you to finally earn your mouthful of cum," the managing partner said.

As Carrie's head was spun around to take the massive cock up her neck stump, she caught sight of her own now headless body shuddering in the competing grips of both ecstasy and death. She was amazed at how deeply golden brown it was. She'd been exquisitely aware of the sensation of her young flesh roasting, and had observed Samantha as she'd turned brown, but the vision of her own skin seared was very surreal. Though her freshly decapitated carcass seemed to have a surprising amount of life still in it and she wondered if her head or body would give up first.

"Aah, yes… That pole opened up your throat nicely." He slid her onto his cock upside down, so she was looking up at his face. Carrie could see the tip of his long cock popping out of her mouth with each thrust. "I have wanted to have you right here for a very long time, Carrie. Ever since you blossomed into such a beautiful young woman, I've wanted to put my cock down your throat."

'Or up it,' she thought. She was feeling lightheaded and knew her final moments were quickly slipping away. He was speeding up and Carrie knew he would cum soon. She felt the thick shaft throb in her throat. Hilary and Lauren were not ignorant of the signs of impending male orgasm and the two were taking turns putting their mouths down on the tip of his dick to kiss Carrie. For her part, Carrie returned their kisses as best she could, inserting her tongue into each mouth and caressing their tongue and the head of the boss's cock simultaneously.

The manager seized both of the beautiful slaves and forced them onto either side of Carrie's head, smearing her face with the sperm that already coated them. All three feminine tongues were caressing the tip of his dick when it erupted. Carrie had never imagined that she'd actually see a man ejaculate from this angle. The cumshot arched out of her mouth and landed on her face and the faces of her lovers. Both were left with trails of fresh goo on their already saturated faces. The huge load splattered Carrie from hair to lips, covering her cute face, and making severed head somehow more attractive than she'd ever been.

Carrie tasted the last few drops on the tip of his dick as he slid her head off of it. "I hope you can still hear me, Carrie. I want you to know this is far from the last time your beautiful head will wear my sperm."

A slight smile played on Carrie's lips as she though about the many ways she would be used. She could picture herself on display beside her mother. Every time Lauren was called into the managing partner's office, she'd retrieve the pair of lovely heads and together the three of them would work his cock and wear his cum.

Carrie had spent a year being used by everyone who wandered through the office, now she would be his toy alone. But maybe, just maybe, sometimes when she was alone cleaning up the master's cum, Lauren would take her blonde head and hold it between her legs. She rub Carrie's face against her clit and let her friend bring her to orgasm after orgasm. Carrie hoped she'd be used by her friend over and over again right up until she took Carrie's place on the spit.

Too bad she'd never get the chance to really find out what Lauren's cunt tastes like…