After that, I settled into my new life.

Sometimes, when Peter left me in my cage, my mind would start wandering. I would remember all the things that had happened, and what my life used to be before I met Peter.

It had only been a couple of months since I met him in Mexico, though it seemed much longer to me.

Some things still felt strange, especially how quickly I got used to everything.

Not long after, Peter started bringing more of his friends to meet me. I would wait for them on my knees, obviously naked, feeling a mixture of trepidation and arousal.

Peter told me he did it because he liked to and because he knew I liked it too, and though I was terrified at first, in the end, he was right.

Most were sweet, like a man a bit older than Peter who brought his son to lose his virginity with me. His son was just a bit older than me and terribly shy.

After Peter introduced us, I took him into Peter's room, and then we had sex. He was sweet and though he didn't last long, it felt strangely satisfied afterward.

Others were weird, like a man that was in his sixties. He was tall and a bit fat, with grey hair and a stubby beard.

When he entered the living room he looked at me and he smiled warmly before he knelt next to me and he called me Maddie.

I looked at Peter for a moment, obviously confused, but he just nodded. Then I followed him into Peter's room, thinking that he was just going to fuck me.

But once we were alone, he laid his briefcase on the bed, and then he pulled out a changing mat and some diapers. After setting everything up, he told me to lay on the mat.

I did as he told, and once I was laying on the mat, he grabbed my legs and he pulled them up until my ass left the bed. Then he slid a diaper under me and he pulled it tight around my hips.

It felt weird, but it was just the beginning.

After I climbed down, he made me crawl around him for a while and then told me to piss myself.

I looked at him in shock, wanting to believe he was just playing with me, but he insisted, and I had no choice but to obey him.

It was hard to do it, though, and it took me a few minutes until I finally managed to piss myself. The diaper filled quickly and a warm sensation spread around my crotch, making me shiver with disgust.

Looking disappointed, the man then scolded me, and as I blushed in shame, not really understanding what was happening, he made me climb onto the bed once more.

After he ripped my dirty diaper, he undressed, and then he started pushing a pacifier into my mouth as I tried my best to relax. Luckily for me, he soon replaced the pacifier with his cock and he finally fucked me, something that strangely enough I felt much more comfortable with.

A few were very rough, though, like the one Peter introduced me to one day, and though I didn't know why, I felt very uncomfortable in his presence.

He was a bit shorter than Peter, but very thin and with pale skin.

Once he entered the living room, he stopped to look at me without saying a word, and then he turned around and he headed towards Peter's room.

I looked at Peter, not really knowing what to do, but he just motioned at me to follow him, and despite my fear, I followed him into Peter's room.

Once I was inside, he closed the door, and then he locked it.

Feeling trapped, I watched as he undressed and then he sat on the edge of the bed before he pointed at the floor between his legs.

Fearing he would get angry, I crawled towards him as fast as I could, and then I started blowing him.

At first, he just sat there while I sucked his cock, but then he grabbed my head and he started guiding me. After a while, he managed to force himself into my throat and he started fucking it furiously as I did my best to endure.

Luckily for me, he released me before I started puking.

Then, as I tried to catch my breath, he stood up, and then he grabbed me by my neck.

Before I could even react, he picked me up from the floor and threw me through the air and onto the mattress. A second later he was on top of me and he started fucking me, slamming his cock into me with anger until I was bouncing on the bed, too afraid to try to resist.

Then, as he smiled darkly, he grabbed my neck once again and he started cooking me.

His fingers dug deeply under my jaw, cutting the blood to my brain and after just a few seconds I felt my vision starting to close around me.

Terrified I tried to pull his hands off my neck, but it was like trying to move a car, and after a few seconds, I couldn't even lift my arms.

Then, just as quickly as he started, he finally released me and I took a long, deep breath, filling my lungs with air as I sobbed with joy.

He continued fucking me after that, though from time to time he would choke me again, releasing me only when I was about to pass out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out of my cunt and he came in my face while he held tightly onto my neck.

After, he smiled at me, and then he was gone. Exhausted, I just laid on the bed as I ran my fingers around my neck, feeling the bruise he had left behind.

It was a few minutes later, when Peter came in to check on me, that I realized that he had never said a single word.

Sometimes, though, it wasn't just one man.

One night, men started arriving, and though at first they seemed to be mostly ignoring me, once the last arrived, I was told to follow them to the dining room.

At first, I just knelt next to Peter as they sat around the table to play poker, but it soon became clear that I was there for a reason.

Soon they started asking me to pour them a drink or to bring a beer from the kitchen. Then they made me crawl under the table and Peter told me to suck their cocks, starting with him.

I was the night's entertainment, of course, but I didn't mind.

But then, as the night went on, I suddenly froze.

Peter told them, loud enough for me to hear from under the table, that I was the night's prize. Whoever won, got to choose what to do with me for the rest of the night.

The men all cheered as I started trembling in fear, unsure of what would happen to me.

Then the air became tense and everybody started concentrating on the game.

I crawled from under the table after I finished sucking the last man's cock, and with the taste of their cum on my mouth, I returned to my position next to Peter.

I had no idea how the game was played, but I could at least tell who was winning and who wasn't by the looks on their faces.

After a while, the game ended up being between Peter and another man that I hadn't seen before.

Unlike Peter, who looked strangely nervous, the man was leaning against his char as he smiled confidently. Everybody else was watching them, just like me.

Then, everything moved quickly and suddenly it was Peter's turn to show his card.

I couldn't see them from where I stood, but the sounds of surprise from the men around him and the look of relief on Peter's face made me feel a little safer.

But the man was still smiling, and the moment he showed his cards, the room fell silent for a moment before Peter started cursing.

Swallowing nervously, I could only watch as they shook hands and then their attention turned towards me.

The man moved around the table and he stopped right in front of me, forcing me to twist my neck up if I wanted to look into his eyes.

He was smiling, clearly excited, and a moment later he looked around the room and he started nodding to himself.

"I can do anything?" he asked Peter.

And to my shock, Peter nodded as he looked at me.

"Yes, as long as there is no permanent damage, that is..." he added a moment later.

Maybe that was supposed to make me feel better, but if that was his idea, it failed miserably, I thought.

"Right..." the man said a moment later. "Where can I find some rope... thick rope..." he said as he looked towards the ceiling.

A moment later Peter took a deep breath and then he nodded towards him. He disappeared through the kitchen and when he returned he was holding a big roll of rope, about as thick as my thumb.

The man looked at it excitedly and then he grabbed one of the ends. It had a silver rig spliced on it.

"Cuff her hands behind her back." he said.

Peter did as he was told, grabbing my hands before he cuffed them tightly behind my back.

Then the man returned, and he held the rope in front of me. He had slipped the other end of the rope through the ring, forming what was obviously a noose.

Suddenly terrified, I could only watch as he passed the free end of the rope through one of the hooks that hung from the ceiling. Peter had installed them a while ago, and he had used them to hang me off the floor, though only from my hands or my feet.

Before I could try to resist though, the man slipped the noose over my neck, and he pulled it tight. Then he pulled me onto my feet and he dragged until I was standing under the hook.

Trembling, I looked around the men as they surrounded me, hoping to find mercy. But I found none, and instead, they all looked at me, clearly excited.

Then I looked at Peter, who despite looking concerned, stood to one side, just watching.

He is not going to kill me, Peter had said so, I repeated over and over again as I tried to keep calm.

And then, just a second later, the noose pulled tight around my neck and I shot into the air until my feet left the floor.

Terror exploded in my mind as suddenly I couldn't breathe and my heart started pounding painfully inside my head. The noose had lodged itself under my jaw, and as I hung from it, it pushed my tongue out of my mouth.

As I danced under the rope, a few of the men looked concerned, but most started cheering.

Desperate to escape, I started kicking wildly as I searched for something to stand on, but everything was too far away, and my struggle only seemed to excite them even more.

And then, just as my vision started to close, the man appeared in front of me and he grabbed my legs. He pulled them up and a moment later he lifted my whole body.

Without warning, I felt his cock slipping into my cunt, though I barely noticed, as the moment he did, the noose loosened a bit and I was finally able to breathe again.

Tears of relief started streaming down my face as he started fucking me, and with his face inches from mine, I could see his leering smile as he enjoyed my body.

Desperate not to hang again, I wrapped my legs around his hips, which only made him fuck me even harder than before.

Then, as his breathing became faster and faster, he looked around the room and he smiled at the other men.

"Someone is going to take my place soon, I am about to cum..." he said as his body became tense.

Then he suddenly stopped and a moment later I felt his cum shooting inside of me.

He was grunting as he came, and just as soon as he finished, he moved backward. I did my best to hold onto him with my legs, but it was useless.

As his cock left my cunt, I felt the noose around my neck tightening once more, and soon I was hanging as his cum dripped between my legs and onto the floor.

This time, though, it was over much quicker, as a few seconds later another man lifted me into the air and he took his place, ramming his cock into my cunt as I took another desperate breath.

As the man before him, he took his time as he fucked me. He seemed to enjoy groping my breasts, though from time to time he would start pinching them until I started crying.

And like the man before he, he too came inside of me, and then he released me, leaving me to hang.

Panic overtook me once again, and this time, as I swung in circles under the rope, I saw the other men, forming a circle around me. Most were naked, and their cocks, already hard, pointed at me.

And among them, I saw Peter, naked and hard, and pumping his cock as he looked into my eyes.

This time it was his turn, it seemed, as a moment later he took a step forward and he picked me up with ease before I felt his cock slipping into me. Once more, I took a deep breath as I tried to hold myself to him, and then I felt another man, steeping behind me.

"Nooooo..." I said, but he didn't listen, and a moment later he started pushing into my asshole.

I was completely defenseless, though, and I could only close my eyes as I felt his cock finally entering me as pain exploded in my ass.

Obvious of my problem, Peter and the other man started fucking me. I was trapped between them, bouncing with every thrust as the noose hung around my neck, a reminder that once they were finished with me, it would close again.

This time, though, it was Peter who was fucking me and as I looked into his eyes, he quickly smiled, and then he leaned forwards into my ears.

"Cum for me..." he whispered.

Desperate, I shook my head, trying to stop him, but it was useless. A moment later I felt his fingers dancing over my clit and all I could do was take a deep breath before a powerful orgasm explode inside of me.

A bright flash of light blinded me and then my whole body tensed in an instant until I felt like I would just rip myself apart. My lungs started burning for air, and as the cheers of the men around me grew more and more distant, I felt Peter cumming inside of me, just a second before the man fucking my ass did the same.

Terrified, I felt their cum filling my body just before they both released me at the same time.

Almost in slow motion, I became weightless and then I felt my body falling through the air as I screamed both in terror and lust. Then the noose tighten around my throat, stopping my fall, and my scream turned into a dry gurgle as I started choking once more.

The pressure in my neck was agonizing this time, but despite it, my orgasm rolled on until I couldn't take it anymore and everything around me turned to black.

I wasn't dead, though, at least not yet.

Though the world around me was still dark and silent, a moment later I felt myself rising into the air and suddenly I managed to take a short, shallow breath.

After some struggle, I managed to open my eyes.

There was a man in front of me. He was smiling with lust, and a moment later I felt his cock, pushing its way into my cunt.

There was no pain, though, just a burning sensation all over my body as the last of my orgasm faded away.

Completely oblivious to me, the man simply fucked me until he was ready to cum, and then, even before I had managed to recover my breath, he came inside of me, and then he pushed me off his cock.

As I fell, I tried desperately to take one last breath before the noose closed around my throat. This time, though, as I felt the rope digging into my neck, I stretched my legs under me, and to my surprise, I found the floor.

I had to stand on the tip of my toes, or otherwise I would be choked again, but at least I could stand, I thought deliriously.

It was difficult, though, but I tried my best to stand under the hook as the men around me just looked. Their arousal was obvious, and as I looked at them, I felt my body burning for release once again.

It wasn't long before they lifted me into the air once more, and like before, they started taking turns. I could only breathe when they fucked me, and when they came, I would hang again.

They continued fucking me for hours, and Peter allowed me to cum one more time. By the time they finally lowered me to the ground, though, I was too exhausted to even lift my head from the floor.

After they were gone, Peter carried me to his room, and once more, he left me by the foot of the bed. This time, though, he didn't lock me to the bed, which was lucky for me.

Though I fell asleep quickly, I woke up in the middle of the night.

I could hear Peter snoring on the bed, and though I wanted nothing more than to climb on it with him, I knew I couldn't.

Instead, I crawled towards the bathroom, and once there, I peed.

I didn't return to the room, though. After I climbed off the toilet, I caught my reflection in the mirror and I stopped.

I probably wasn't supposed to, I thought, but I couldn't help myself. After checking that Peter was still sleeping in the room, I crawled towards the mirror and I knelt in front of it.

I could hardly recognize myself, though.

Around my neck, I could see the mark left by the noose. It was a dark purple color, and it was no wonder my throat hurt so much, I thought as I ran my fingers over it.

My breasts were swollen and tender from the abuse, and my thighs were covered in dried cum. My brand, though it had healed since that night in the club, stood proudly over the skin of my pubis and was impossible to miss. My whole body was covered in marks and bruises too, and even my hair had cum on it.

But though before I met Peter I would have been horrified by what I saw, I now watched at my reflection in awe. Despite the terror, I had felt, in the end, I had found the experience of hanging from my neck incredibly arousing.

It was still scary, of course, and though I would never forget the feeling of terror I had experienced the first time they hung me, it paled into comparison with the pleasure I had felt as I came later.

After I returned to the room, I laid once more at the foot of the bed. My whole body ached, and my throat was still sore, but I felt a sense of satisfaction that I had never felt before.

As I closed my eyes, I smiled warmly, and then I fell asleep.

----

A few months after that night, Peter took me to the club once again. I was terrified, thinking that everything had come to an end and that I was going to die, but once we arrived, he led me to a table, and then he sat and had a drink.

That night I just watched the show, and though it felt strange to be looking at other girls competing as I had, when I realized that I was safe, I was finally able to relax.

Not every night was like that, though.

Soon, the club became a place we visited every weekend, and though I would have rather just watched the show, sometimes Peter entered me in the competition, always telling me I was safe.

It was always scary, though, and usually painful, but I got to enjoy it too. Maybe it was the attention, the fact that everybody in the club was looking at me, the idea that I was the star of the show. Or maybe it was the thrill of the risk, of knowing that one day, I wouldn't be safe anymore.

But it wasn't always easy, and especially when I lost, I would go back home and after Peter fell asleep I would start crying, thinking that maybe the next time I wouldn't be so lucky.

I imagined myself losing and then the butcher gutting me on stage as he had done with that girl. I imagined people watching as the cook roasted my meat over a fire. And I also imagined them eating me once I was done. All while Peter watched.

I was terrified by that, at least at first.

I didn't want to die, of course, but I also didn't want my life with Peter to end.

Despite the pain, the humiliation, even though I was his and that any other person would think I was crazy, I was happy being with him. Being his.

And as time went on, I came to accept that one day my time would come to an end. It was unavoidable.

Sometimes the idea terrified me, and others it just made me feel sad. But despite that, I always obeyed him. Sometimes I had to remind myself that I was his, I had given myself fully to him.

Strangely enough, in all the times we went to the club, I never saw another girl getting killed. I could only assume that it was extremely rare, or that Peter was choosing our visits to avoid that, but that seemed unlikely.

In the end, it lasted far longer than I imagined, though.

On my 16th birthday, Peter took me to the club once more, and after I entered the place, I sensed something was different.

I looked around for a while, trying to find out what it was, but everything seemed normal. Maybe the people talking were a little louder, maybe they looked a little more excited, but that was it.

As usual, Peter led me to the back and he ordered a drink for himself as I knelt next to him.

A moment later he patted my head and when I looked at him he smiled sadly.

"You are going to compete tonight." he told me, his voice slow and serious.

I nodded quickly, feeling the usual sense of trepidation that I felt whenever he told me that, but something was missing.

I waited patiently for him to say the word, to tell me I would be safe, but he didn't. And as fear started to fill my mind, he looked into my eyes, and then he shook his head.

"Oh." I whispered as I looked around the club.

I did my best to relax, knowing that fear wouldn't help me once I was on the stage, but it wasn't easy.

A few minutes later, one of the waitresses came by and she leaned next to Peter. She whispered something in his ears that I couldn't catch and as he looked at me, he nodded slowly.

Then the girl looked at me and then she left. Peter finished his drink and then got up and he started walking towards the stage.

As I crawled behind him, I looked around the club nervously, and it was only then that I noticed my dad was there. He looked at me for a moment and then he smiled.

A moment later we arrived at the stage, and Peter made me kneel next to two girls before he disappeared.

Another girl appeared a moment later, being dragged along the floor by her master. Her hands and feet were bound, unlike the rest of us, and once she was next to me, her master looked at her and the girl knelt hurriedly as she looked at the floor. Her master, apparently satisfied, nodded to himself, and then he left.

As I waited, I looked at the other girls around me. They all looked terrified and I couldn't blame them. I might have looked calm on the outside, but inside I was also terrified and I could feel my stomach twisting painfully inside of me.

Then we were told to climb onto the darkened stage, and after stumbling around for a while, we managed to form a line. To my surprise, Peter climbed onto the stage a moment later. He was already naked and as I looked at him I felt a shudder running down my back.

He had never been on stage, much less with me, and the idea suddenly filled me with fear. Ignoring me, though, he moved behind me and he rested his hands on my shoulders.

Then the host climbed onto the stage and after looking at us, he turned to face the public.

But as he did, I noticed that ahead of us on the stage there was some sort of machine or machines, though I couldn't make out what they were.

"Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special night for you. Full of surprises, I hope, so I won't say much. But I want to thank this kind gentlemen, one of whom will be providing the meat for tonight." he said and a moment later people started cheering loudly.

One of whom, I thought a moment later, as I felt Peter's hands on my shoulders.

Then the light turned on, blinding us for a moment, and when I managed to open my eyes again I saw what was in front of us.

There were four identical machines, and the moment I saw them I knew their purpose.

Terrified, I looked at them as the other girls started screaming and pleading at their masters.

The machines were very simple, though. Each had two wooden columns that went from the floor to the ceiling. In the middle, about waist height for me, there were a couple of beams that had a circular cutout between them.

And above it all, hanging near the ceiling by a piece of rope, I could see a huge metal blade, its edge so sharp that it shone under the stage lights.

"A guillotine..." I whispered as I swallowed nervously.

I started shaking my head as terror exploded inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to run away, and if not for Peter's hands on my shoulder, I might have.

"You can do it..." Peter whispered in my ears a moment later.

And despite the terror I was feeling, I suddenly nodded. Peter gave me his hand and after I got up, I made my way towards it with trembling feet.

Once there, he pulled the upper beam up. I looked at it for a moment, wondering if I was going to get out of it alive. But despite that, I lowered my head and I pushed it through the opening.

Then I felt Peter brushing my hair away before he lowered the beam back into place. It locked tightly around my neck with a loud metallic noise, making me jump.

Peter then grabbed my hands and he bound them to the machine's columns using some rope, and once that was done, he walked in front of me. As I twisted my head, I managed to look into his eyes.

"Well done..." he said, and despite everything that was happening, I started blushing with a shallow sense of pride.

Once he was satisfied, he walked behind me, and without warning, he slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. Despite the terror, I was dripping wet by then, and as he did, I moaned loudly.

The public started cheering a moment later, and as the machine left my sex completely exposed, I could feel their eyes on me.

Two of the other girls were soon in the same position as I, and as I looked around I could see their faces of terror as they waited, just like me.

The last one, though, was resisting furiously.

I could hear her screaming desperately to one side, though I couldn't see her.

But despite her struggles, her master and a couple of men dragged her towards the last machine and they forced her into position. After she was locked in like the rest of us, though, she seemed to realize that her struggles were useless, and she started sobbing softly.

I felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do.

The presenter returned to the stage and after checking on all of us, the addressed the public once more.

"Well, well, now that we have everything ready, it's time to explain how this will go." he said cheerfully as the public laughed.

"Each of the girls will have the rope that holds her blade placed in her mouth. They have to hold on to them well, because if they let it go, they will lose their head. Simple right?" he said a moment later as the public cheered once more.

And as they did, I watched as Peter untied the rope holding the blade from one of the columns and he placed it in my mouth.

I bit it as hard as I could, and once he released it, I felt the weight of the blade pulling from it as my heart started beating furiously inside my chest.

"Except... their Master's will be fucking them from behind, and if say... one of them were to cum, it might prove a bit harder to hold onto the rope..." he added a moment later, and the public exploded in applause.

I was terrified, and as I trembled uncontrollably, all I could do was hold onto the rope for dear life.

"Gentlemen..." the host said and a moment later I felt Peter's cock slipping into my cunt.

And despite the terror burning inside of me and the possibility that I was going to die in the next few minutes, I couldn't deny how aroused I felt.

I was dripping wet, and when I felt Peter's cock stretching me open, I started moaning, almost letting go of the rope in the process.

Around me, the other girls were being fucked too. Two were whimpering in fear, and another was mumbling something that I couldn't quite understand, though it might have been a prayer.

Then, as he started fucking me deeper and deeper, the world around me seemed to disappear and all that was left was Peter's cock inside of me and the blade hanging ominously above my neck.

I didn't want to die, though, and as I tried desperately to block the feelings coming from my cunt, I felt Peter's hands caressing my back and my ass.

Despite everything, I managed to hold on for what felt like an eternity, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep up forever. Then Peter moved his hands under my body and he started caressing my breasts and my belly as I grunted in agony.

The blade felt increasingly heavy, and I was getting tired too.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax, to pull my mind away from the situation I was in, but it was impossible.

And then, I felt Peter's breath on my back and I shuddered.

"Cum for me..." he whispered.

Terrified I would lose my concentration if I did, I shook my head, but a moment later I felt his hands moving between my legs.

Desperate, I started grunting loudly, praying for him to stop, but it was useless. His fingers found my clit, and as he continued pumping his cock into my cunt, he started playing with it.

The sensation soon became too much, and I suddenly gasped as I felt my body melting under his touch.

But as I did, I could feel the rope slipping between my teeth. In my panic, I bit hard, desperate to hold on to it, but a moment later it all became too much.

As his fingers danced around my clit, my body suddenly exploded and I came.

Almost in slow motion, I opened my mouth and I started screaming as the rope shot out of it.

I was squirming painfully as my orgasm, the last one of my life, rocked my body to my core. My muscles were on fire and my whole cunt seemed to be melting around his cock.

As I closed my eyes, trying to get ready for the blade, I wondered morbidly if it would hurt. It was pretty quick, maybe it wouldn't, I thought, but then I realized that my head would have to fall to the floor and I was pretty high and that worried me.

Above me, I could hear the blade whistling through the air as the frame shook around me, and as it did, Peter kept fucking me, adding fuel to the fire burning inside of me.

Then the blade struck, and the frame shook even harder.

That was it, I thought, it hadn't hurt at all. Jubilant with joy I opened my eyes, only to realize that my head was still trapped in the machine.

I was alive, and strangely as it might sound, I felt disappointed.

Confused, I managed to twist my head around just enough for me to see the blade. It had hit the beam that closed around my neck, digging a few inches into the wood before it stopped.

And as my body trembled with terror and lust, Peter finally came, shooting his cum deep inside of me before he pulled out.

Then the whole place fell eerily quiet, except for the sound of the other girls getting fucked.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me as Peter wiped his cock on my ass, and then suddenly I heard a scream next to me. I turned my head just in time to see one of the girls letting go of her rope.

The blade started falling and then it stopped, once more digging into the beam that locked her neck in place. She was terrified though, and I could see her eyes were closed as tears streamed down onto the floor below.

The other two, probably scared by the sound, let go of their ropes too, only for the blades to stop above their necks.

They looked confused, just like me, and a couple started sobbing. It was probably in relief, I thought coldly, as I was the one that had lost, even if I was still alive.

Then, as the public started murmuring around us, the other girls were released and along with their masters, there were taken off the stage, leaving only Peter and me on it.

Not for long, though, as a moment later the host climbed onto the stage and after looking into my eyes with a cold smile, he turned towards the public.

"I am sorry... I truly am... but, we promised you a surprise, and though I am sure you all think that was it, and that a few of you are disappointed, you shouldn't be." he said a moment later.

As he addressed the public, I could feel Peter's cum dripping out of me before it fell onto the floor, a sensation that I always found incredibly arousing.

"Now, the big reveal." he said as he placed his hand on my ass.

"For tonight, a first for the club, we will be roasting the meat alive." he finally announced.

And then the whole pace seemed to erupt in cheers as I started trembling in terror.

After that, everything started moving very quickly.

Peter lifted the blade and then he released me from the guillotine. A moment later few men climbed onto the stage and they dragged the guillotines away, only to return with a small metal table and what was obviously a big oven.

It was on a rolling cart and from the back, a thick electrical cord fell to the floor before it disappeared off stage. The inside glowed a bright orange color, and even from a distance, I could feel the heat on my body.

And though the sight of it made me shiver in fear, I couldn't look away from it. Suddenly I could see myself inside of it, screaming in terror as I cooked alive, and for a moment I wished the guillotine had taken my head off.

Then I realized that Peter was talking to me, and I was finally able to look away.

"Get on the table, Sarah." he said, his voice soft and tender.

Terrified, I shook my head as I swallowed nervously.

"Please, no..." I begged him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Sarah, you promised. You said you were mine. You knew this was coming..." he said a moment later.

And though it was all true, I was still terrified. I looked at the oven once more, and then I looked into Peter's eyes.

"Get on the table, Sarah." he said once more, his voice now firm and commanding.

And despite my fear, this time I did as he said. Slowly, I walked towards the table, even though my legs felt weak and rubbery.

Once there, I sat on the edge, and then someone flipped me over until I was laying face down on it. It was too short for me, though, and as my legs hung from the side, I could feel the edge digging into my hips.

I was terrified, and in my mind, I could only imagine what horror awaited me inside of the oven.

Then Peter walked next to me and he started caressing my head, and that helped me relax, if only a little.

"I love you..." I suddenly blurted out, without knowing why.

Peter looked at me tenderly, and then she smiled.

"I know..." he said a moment later as he ran his hands over my back.

Before I could do anything else, a girl climbed onto the stage and she showed a heavy-looking bar of steel. It was made out of two pieces, with four shackles formed along its length. I had no idea how it worked, though, but a moment later she moved behind me and I felt her laying it on my back.

With the help of someone else, she grabbed my hands and my feet, and then she pulled them towards my ass. Before I could realize what was happening, she locked them all together using the bars. A moment later I heard a loud click as it locked closed, and then she released me, leaving me trapped in a hogtie.

Wasting no time, she moved in front of me, and then she pushed a hard silicone ball gag into my mouth. After locking it behind my head, she used what sounded like chains to pull my head painfully back and then she tied the other end to the bars.

The position was deeply uncomfortable and it put a lot of pressure on my neck, making breathing very difficult.

Then I was lifted into the air for a second and a big metal try was laid under me.

A moment later, I felt hands all over my body and the smell of olive oil filled the air as they started rubbing it over my body.

"Shhhhh... relax, you are doing perfect..." I heard Peter whispering next to my ear.

And despite everything that was happening, I nodded quickly.

"Listen to me..." he said a moment later. "Are you listening?"

Unable to talk, I nodded quickly once more as I watched the oven out on the edge of my vision.

"It doesn't have to hurt, Sarah. If you do as I say, it will be like going to sleep, okay? Remember, once the door is closed, take a deep breath, and it will be over quickly, it will be like going to sleep under a warm blanket. Okay?" he told me.

"Did you understand what I said? Don't try to resist, just let go..." he asked me a moment later, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded almost automatically, and then I repeated his word in my mind over and over again, almost like a mantra.

Then, once I was covered in oil, a couple of girls dropped a few vegetables around me, and once I was ready, they took a step back to admire their work.

Peter disappeared a moment later, I was left alone for a minute.

As I waited, my mind started to wander. I was terrified, yes, but I was incredibly aroused too, and there was no point in denying it. My cunt was still dripping wet and I could feel my juices dripping onto the tray as they mixed with the oil.

Despite having cummed a couple of minutes ago, I was desperate for release too, and though I could move my hands, I couldn't reach my cunt. It was close and yet so far, and though I tried my best, I ended giving up in frustration.

Then, without warning, something warm and slippery slid into my asshole as I bit my gag, and a moment later Peter walked in front of me once more.

"A goodbye present." he said just as the anal plug started vibrating furiously inside of me.

A moment later I started squirming under its assault and I clenched my asshole as tight as I could, trying to draw as much pleasure from it as possible.

It was then that I noticed voices around me and when I managed to open my eyes, I realized that I was surrounded by people.

Most were just looking, though a few were pocking me and one even managed to slip a couple of fingers into my cunt, making me grunt with lust.

I could hear them talking among themselves, pointing out how aroused I was, how delicious I was going to be, or which parts of my body they would order, and despite how terrified I was, I couldn't stop from blushing at the idea.

I had gone from being the star of the show to the main dish of the night, and despite how crazy it sounded, I loved the idea.

After a while, people started to leave, and once again I was left alone on the stage. The vibrator was still moving inside of me, but as powerful as it was, I soon realized that I needed more to cum.

And then, Peter returned and he knelt in front of me. He looked at me for a moment with a mixture of lust and satisfaction, of sadness and hunger, and after he ran his fingers through my oil-soaked hair, he patted my head and he smiled.

"You will do great. I am proud of you." he said a moment later.

And as he did, I felt my face turning a bright red as my cheeks started burning with pride.

Then the tray, and me along with it, was lifted into the air, and suddenly I felt the heat of the oven washing over my body as they opened the door.

Moving swiftly, they slid the tray into the oven and I was left facing the door.

The heat was tremendous, and the moment I was in I took a deep breath and I held it in. No matter what Peter had said, it was just too hot. Then they closed the door and I closed my eyes.

The heat, as great as it had felt before, was nothing compared to the searing sensation that suddenly enveloped my body once I was trapped inside.

Wanting to escape, I started struggling, but my bonds held firm, and all I managed was to cut myself with them.

Growing desperate, I managed to open my eyes as my lungs started burning for air. It was just a second, but I managed to see my own reflection on the door, and behind it, Peter.

He was smiling proudly, and as my eyes found him, I remembered his words.

Then my whole body started tingling as I started sweating, a last, desperate effort from my body to protect itself, but I knew it was useless.

I wasn't getting out, not until I had become meat.

And as the idea settled into my mind, I felt a strange sense of calmness washing over me.

The world around me seemed to disappear, leaving behind just a few things. The heat from the oven, washing over me as I slowly roasted. The vibrator inside of me, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm. Peter's smile on the other side of the glass.

Once more, I remembered Peter's words, and this time I swallowed nervously, and then I took a long, deep breath.

The air was incredibly hot, and as it filled my lungs I felt it burning them from the inside.

But at the same time, I noticed the smell.

I was confused at first, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the smell of meat suddenly filling the oven was coming from me.

It felt intoxicating and delicious, and despite the pain coming from my chest, I managed to take one more breath. My last one, though I didn't know it yet.

Once more, my lungs filled with that incredible aroma and I felt myself melting. It smelled like olives, and rosemary, grilled meat, and a wood fire.

It felt glorious, and as I drowned in that mouthwatering sensation, I was finally able to relax.

As I did, I felt my life fading away as my heart stopped beating inside my chest.

I wanted more, of course. To feel Peter inside of me again, to cum one more time, to know what I would taste once I was done roasting.

But I knew I wouldn't get any of those things, and in the end, it didn't matter.

I could, though, imagine what I would look like once I came out of the oven. My skin, after roasting for hours, would turn a deep golden hue and it would become crispy, while my meat remained tender and juicily inside.

I could imagine, too, everybody watching as I was pulled from the oven. How Peter would be the one to carve the first slice of my meat, and how pleased he would be with my taste.

And with that thought burning in my mind, I smiled through my gag and I was finally gone.