Pat laid in bed that night thinking about her fantasies. She slid a
hand to to her wet pussy. She rubbed her clit and then moved her
fingers into her pussy. Pat pushed in one finger, then two. She
continued until all of her fingers were stuffed into her pussy. Pat
pushed her hand into the wet pussy as if trying to force it through
her body. She did this until it hurt. When the pain increased, she
orgasm in strong spasms.
Still not satisfied, Pat walked to the kitchen and found a long
spatula. She placed the spatula into her pussy and pushed with all of
her might. Pat screamed as the utensil pressed against her cervix. She
stabbed the spatula into her pussy as if trying to tear herself apart.
The pain made her orgasm once more.
Pat looked in the dish drain and spotted the long butcher knife. She
took the knife and looked at it. Pat knew if she rammed the knife into
her pussy as she had the spatula, she might bleed to death. At the
least, she would end up in the emergency room embarrassed. With these
thoughts, she lowered the knife until it was even with her pussy. Pat
eased the knife into her wet pussy. The thought of ramming it in
crossed her mind, but instead, she eased it in. She could feel the sharp
blade cut into her pussy walls as it glided into her. Pat felt the pain and
loved it. She worked the knife in deeper until it touch her cervix.
Still, the urge to ram it deep remained. Pat eased the knife out slowly
and worked it back in. Pat did this only three times before she
orgasmed again.
Pat withdrew the knife from her pussy and looked at the blade. Her
blood covered the blade. She stuck her tongue to the blade and licked
the blood from it. She then licked the sharp edge and orgasm again as
the blade sliced into her tongue. Pat tasted and swallowed her own blood
from the sliced tongue.
Pat came to her senses and went to the bathroom. She put on a pair of
panties and a feminine pad to catch the blood dripping from her pussy.
Pat knew she had gone to the edge again and wondered when she would go
over it.
Pat heard the doorbell ring and went to he door. She threw on a robe
and opened it. Mr. Parks, the mailman was standing there and he said,
"Good day Pat, you look lovely today."
Pat knew Mr. Parks liked her and had even ask her out once, but she
had turned him down, just as she did all men. Pat could not take the
chance of falling for someone with the desires she had.
She took the mail from Mr. Parks and said, "Thank you." She closed
the door before Mr. Parks could say anything more. Inside she notice
the mail contained a vanilla envelope. Pat exclaimed to herself, "It's
here at last."
Pat sat down and tore open the envelope. She had been waiting on the
torture magazine for several weeks. Pat looked quickly at the pages
wishing she was one of the girls in the pictures.
Pat sat down on the couch and pulled up her robe. She let her hand
play over her bloody pussy as she read the magazine. There was the
normal stuff, if you can call it that, when she noticed an ad. Pat
read the ad, "Dorothy's Diner, best barbecue in Texas. We make it the
way you want it. Fresh meat used everyday."
She remembered hearing some of her torture friends talking about the
diner. She had wondered if the stories were true. Pat could not
imagine a place cooking girls in this country.
Pat went to bed, but could not get the ad out of her mind. If there
were such a place she could go there and do the things she desired.
The girl slept fitfully thinking about the diner.
The next mourning Pat decided to take a chance and see if the diner
existed. She packed and went to the bus station. She bought a ticket
to the small town. If nothing was there, she figured that she would at
least have a few days away from home.
The bus ride was long. It took her nearly seven hours to reach the
small Texas town. Pat almost laughed as the bus pulled to a stop. She
thought to herself, "There is not anything that goes on in a hick town
like this."
Pat got off the bus and picked up her suitcase. She walked down the
street looking for a place to stay. She had momentarily forgotten
about the reason for her trip when she came to a small diner. Pat
looked at the sign and it read, "Dorothy's Diner."
Pat, with hope now, walked into the little diner. She sat on a stool
at the counter with her suitcase sitting beside of her. It took only a
minute for a small gray haired woman to approach her. Pat almost laughed
aloud as she looked at the old woman. She knew now the stories were false.
Pat knew an old woman like this could not be doing anything
wrong.
Dorothy looked at the pretty young girl, trying to figure out why she
was there and said, "Hi there young lady, what can I do for you?"
Pat thought for a moment and asked, "Could I have some of your special
barbecue?"
Dorothy looked at Pat strangely and said, "Sure you can have some of
my special barbecue. It is the best around."
Dorothy went to the kitchen and filled a plate with barbecue. As
Dorothy carried the barbecue back to the waiting customer, she thought
how this girl had screamed louder than the rest as she was placed over
the coals.
Pat looked at the food before her and stirred it thoughtfully with a
fork. She wondered if it was human meat on her plate. Pat had never
eaten human flesh so she wasn't sure. Pat took a bite and loved the
taste. She had never tasted anything like it before. Pat finally got
her nerve up and asked, "Did this meat come from people, "
Dorothy looked at at girl puzzling and asked, "You did ask for the
special, didn't you."
Pat stuttered, "Yes Ma'am, it is delicious too."
Dorothy smiled and said, "I am glad you like it. Is there something
else you have on your mind?"
Pat hesitated and replied, "I guess there is. I have wondered what it
would be like to be spitted."
Dorothy, with a gleam in her eyes said, "I kinda figured you might be
here for something like that. We are always looking for tender young
meat."
Pat looked down at her plate and said, "I am not too sure about being
cooked alive, though."
Dorothy said in her usual jolly manner, "It don't matter girl, You can
have all the fun you want. Then if cooking is in order it can wait
till you are dead."
Dorothy's words calmed Pat and she said, "I can't wait to feel the
spit in my pussy."
Dorothy went to the phone and called Patty. She knew Patty would be
glad to show the new girl a good time. Before she could dial the
number Patty bounced into the diner as she usually does and said, "Hi
Dorothy, how's business."
Dorothy only smiled at Patty and said, "Fine Patty, I was just about
to call you. This girl wants to have the spit in her."
Patty went over to the girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Pat had
had never been kissed by a strange girl before and felt slightly
embarrassed. Patty, rubbing her pussy, and said, "So you like to ride the
spit, I do myself"
Pat, looked at Patty in surprise and asked, "Have you been on the
spit?"
Patty laughed and replied, "I only play around with it. You don't walk
around and talk about it once you ride the spit."
Pat thought about the spit ramming through her body and knew it did
not matter if it did kill her. Pat felt her pussy ache as she thought
about the spit.
Patty led Pat to the cook house behind the restaurant. Pat stood
frozen as she looked at the girls being cooked in various ways. It was
hard for Pat to believe the delicious aroma of cooking meat were from
humans. Patty turned to Pat and said, "Take off your clothes and we
will get started."
Pat hesitantly took off her clothes and stood naked in the large
building. Patty Admired the body of Pat and notice dried blood around
her pussy. She also noticed a drop of fresh blood, Patty went to Pat
and dropped to her knees. She touched her tongue to the tiny drop of
blood. Pat shivered at the touch of Patty's tongue on her tender
pussy.
Pat was not sure if she should push Patty away or not. She had never
had another girl touch her like that. Pat was confused by the touch
and wanted to pull away, but at the same time she was pushing her pussy
at Patty's face.
Still kneeling, Patty asked, "What did you do to make your pussy bleed,
or is it that time of the month?"
Pat nervously replied , "It was a butcher knife."
Patty excitedly said, "I bet you bled a lot. I have never used a knife
in my pussy, but bet it would feel good. The knife just would not fill
me up like the spit, though."
Patty stood and walked to the platform that held the spit and said,
"This is a lot of the girls favorite. You can ride the spit as far as
you want, although, I have not seen one quit till it came out of her
mouth."
Pat climbed the stairs and looked at the spit. She stepped over it
with the point barely touching her pussy. Pat eased her self down on
the spit until only a few inches were in her pussy. Pat worked herself
up and down on the spit. She then quickly pushed the spit in until it
touched her cervix. She let out a squeal in pain as well as pleasure.
Pat fucked the spit until there was blood running down her legs and the
spit. Pat then stopped and stepped off the spit. She looked at Patty
and said, "I didn't want to stop. I wanted to ram myself on the spit
till I died, but I made myself stop. I don't want the pain to end. Is
there anyway I can make the pleasure and pain last?"
Patty thought for a moment and said, " You can sit on the spit and let
gravity pull you down onto it. That would take several hours,"
Pat thought about it for a minute and said, "That would be nice, but I
could not be fucked at the same time."
Patty said in delight, "You can have the spit in your ass and that
would leave your pussy open. I can work out the details and have
everything ready for tonight. I also want you to be the main
attraction at the restaurant tonight."
Pat left with Patty for the farm house. She wanted to soak her aching
and bleeding pussy so that she would be fresh for big event. Patty dropped
the girl off at the farm house and went back to the cook house. She
wanted to help Betty with a new recipe she was going to try out.
Patty walked into the cook house and Betty was already there. Patty,
glad to see her sister, asked, "Have you got everything ready?"
Betty smiled and replied, "Just about ready here. If you will bring me
one of the girls it will be a big help."
Patty rushed off to get one of the waiting girls. She always loved to
see the excitement on the girl's face when she was selected to be
cooked. Patty brought the girl back as Betty was working hard on the
dough.
Betty had rolled out a six feet by four feet piece of dough. When
Betty had the dough rolled to the correct thickness, she said to Patty,
"Bring the girl over."
The two sisters helped the girl onto the table and onto the dough. The
girl laid down in the center of the dough. Patty took a short spit and
eased it into the girl's pussy. She pushed the short spit until it had
pierced her intestines and the tip rested in her stomach. A small amount
of blood stained the white cornmeal and flour dough. The two sisters
then rolled the dough around the girl and pinched the edges closed.
With the dough tight around the girl she would have enough air for a
few minutes. The dough covered girl with the stick protruding from
her pussy looked like a large corndog.
They rushed to carry the dough covered girl to the large pot of
boiling oil. They dropped the girl into the pot and watched as she
wiggled slightly in the dough, straining to breath. The hot oil quickly
made the dough start to thicken and rise. The heat quickly reached the
girl and muffled screams could be heard coming from the dough.
Patty said excitedly, "I bet she is going to taste good. I can't
wait."
Betty looked in the pot as the girl bobbed up and down in the hot oil
and said, "She looks just like a corn dog. I think we will have to fix
one of these the next time we have a belly butt carnival."
After several minutes the two sisters took the breaded girl from the
hot oil and laid her on a table. Patty pinched off a portion of the
dough and a nipple and came off with it. She popped the breaded
flesh in her mouth. Patty smiled as she said, "That's delicious sis,
If it wasn't time for dinner, I would just eat all of her."
Betty said, "I guess we had better get to the restaurant and get
tonight's feast started."
Patty said excitedly, "I am going back to the farm and get Pat, she is
going to be the main attraction tonight."
Patty drove quickly to the farm house, excited about the events
planned for that evening. She walked in the farm house and Pat had
just gotten out of the bath. Patty wanted to go to the wet naked girl
and bury her face in her bruised pussy, but knew there would be time
for that later. Still staring at Pat's naked body, Patty said, "you had
better get dress, you wouldn't want to be late for your own spitting."
Pat rushed to pull on a pair of shorts and a halter top and then
Followed Patty to the truck. It did not take long for them to reach
the restaurant where several customers were already seated.
Pat watched as Betty had just finished spitting a pretty blonde headed
girl. Pat felt her pussy get wet as she stared at the spit sticking
from the girl's full lips. She walked over to the girl and let her
hand run over the girls sweat covered face and the tip of the blood
stained spit. Pat reached down with her other hand and rubbed her sore
pussy. The stinging pain reminded her of earlier in the day when the
spit tore into her pussy. This caused Pat to moan and have her first
orgasm of the evening.
Betty and Patty took the spitted girl away from Pat and placed her
over the hot coals. Patty then took Pat by the hand and led her to a
small platform. Pat noticed the platform was similar to the one in the
cook house. Patty kissed Pat on the her lips sensuously and said, "It's
your time now. You will get the thing you most desire."
Pat walked up the short steps and stood straddle of the spit. She
moved her ass until she felt the spit touch her asshole. Having the
spit in her ass made Pat a little nervous. She had been fucked there a
couple of times, but the cocks were no where as big as the spit. She
rubbed her pussy to gather the flowing juices on her hand and rubbed
them onto the tip of the spit to lubricate it. Pat bent her knees and
let the spit slide a few inches into her ass. Pat moaned as the spit
filled her ass to the point of almost tearing.
Patty climbed onto the platform and knelt between the girl's legs. She
could see the spit filling Pat's ass as she let her tongue snake out
to lick her clit. Pat screamed, "Pleaseeee... eat me Patty, make me
cum."
In Pat's excitement she let her self slide farther down the spit. She
screamed as the spit tore into her ass. Patty massaged her own pussy as
she feverishly worked her tongue on Pat's clit. It didn't take long
for Pat to scream as a large orgasm tore through her body. As Pat
orgasmed, Patty pressed a button and the spit rose, lifting Pat's feet
off the platform. The spit tore deeper into Pat's ass and entered her
lower intestines.
Patty stood and licked one of the girl's nipples as she said, "Just
relax and enjoy the slow movement of the spit. The less you move the
slower the spit will move."
Pat looked slightly down at the young girl and said, "Thank you for
everything you have done for me. You have made my greatest fantasy a
reality."
Patty felt pleased at having brought someone joy and walked down the
steps to a table with several customers. She looked at a man seated
there and said, "Would you like to fuck the girl on the spit."
The man jumped up excitedly and said, "You bet I would."
The man stripped off his clothes displaying his already hard cock. The
man almost ran to the platform and quickly pushed his throbbing cock
into Pat. Pat scream at having her pussy filled. Pat orgasmed again at
having her ass and pussy filled at the same time. The man began to
work his cock in and out of the tortured girl. The movement caused Pat
to slip a few inches farther down on the spit. She felt the spit at it
tore into her upper intestines. Pat could feel her pussy juices, mixed
with blood, run down her thighs.
Patty watched the sight on the platform and knew that one day she
would have to ride the spit until death. Her passion was to the point
that she never thought of much else. The sound of a voice tore Patty
from her thoughts as it said, "You girls have done it again. This is
one of the best shows I have seen yet," .
Patty turned and said, "Thanks Dorothy, but we are just doing the
things you have taught us."
Dorothy smiled as she continued to watch the couple on the platform.
The man filled Pat's pussy with his semen just as she screamed from
another orgasm. All the excitement caused her to slip farther down on
the spit and she screamed again as the spit ripped into her stomach.
Pat dropped suddenly as the spit passed through the empty space of her
stomach. The movement stopped suddenly as the spit hit hard against her
esophagus.
Pat felt the spit piercing her lower body and the pain that it caused.
This only made her hornier. She reached down between her legs and felt
the spit in her ass. She could feel the blood on her fingers. Pat kept
her hand on the spit and placed the other on her soaking pussy,
massaging her clit. She looked around the room and watched as the
spitted girl turned slowly over the hot coals. Pat knew she would soon
be over the same hot coals.
Patty and Betty went to the girl turning over the coals. Betty stuck a
fork into a thigh and said, "This one is done, we can go ahead and
serve her."
The two sisters lifted each end of the spit and carried the girl to a
table. They began to slice off portions, placing them in plates. When
all the plates were full, the two sisters took them around to the
hungry customers. Patty knew by the time this one was all gone, Pat
would be on the fire.
The sight of the girl being carved and served, plus the action of her
fingers brought Pat to another orgasm. As with the other orgasms she
slipped more on the spit. Pat felt the spit slide slowly up her
stretched esophagus. As the spit slipped past her heart she could feel
the vibrations on the spit. The beat of her heart traveled through the
spit and spread through her body.
For a few minutes Pat forgot her pussy and concentrated on the spit.
She could feel it slowly snaking its way through her esophagus. She
felt as it touched the back of her throat. She started to gag and the
jerking, causeing the spit to slip from her throat and into her mouth.
The spit forced her mouth open as it grated past her teeth and out of
her open mouth. Pat felt her feet touch the platform once more as her
body slid slowly down the spit. Pat could see almost a foot of the
spit pointing above her head.
Pat felt tears run from her eyes, not in pain, but in happiness of
finally having her dream come true. She raised a hand to feel the spit
protruding from her mouth and began to play with her pussy with the other.
She quickly orgasm, but this time the screams were silenced by the
spit.
Patty walked onto the platform and said to Pat, "You are the luckiest
girl in the world. I would give anything to trade places with you. Now
I am going to give you another pleasure."
Patty took a knife into her hand and pressed it to the flat pierced
belly. She pushed the knife into the belly and watched as blood formed
around the blade. Patty could hear the muffled moans of Pat as she pulled
the knife upwards, severing the delicate flesh and muscle. Patty
worked the knife until Pat's stomach was cut from the ribs to her pussy.
Patty pulled the guts from the open wound and then stuffed it with
the potatoes that Betty had brought her. Once the cavity was filled,
she sewed it closed with a course thread.
Pat could feel every movement of Patty and loved every minute of it.
With the pain from the spit, she barely noticed the pain as she was
sliced open. Pat never wanted this day to end but knew that life was
slowly flowing from her as each drop of blood from her body joined the
pool on the platform underneath her. Just as Pat died she had a final
orgasm.
Patty and Betty worked the spit free of the platform and carried it to
the pit. They placed Pat over the hot coals and she soon began to turn
and slowly cook.
Patty, Betty, and Dorothy stood at the far end of the room watching
everything that was going on around them. They were pleased that
another night had gone well and knew the customers would leave
satisfied and full. Patty looked sadly at Betty and said, "I will miss
Pat. She reminded me so much of myself. She made me realize how much I
want to be spitted."
Betty pulled her sister close and said, "I know you do, but we need
your help too much now. I promise you that one day I will personally
spit you myself."
The thought of being spitted by her sister made Patty feel better.
Patty hugged her sister and dreamed of the spit piercing her body.
The End