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The last Fantasy
My name is Melissa. Up until a year ago I was just like any other girl. I did
have a desire for bondage and could orgasm from pain alone. This was not
something I practiced often but enjoyed it when it happen. Everything in my
life was good until one day I read an unusual story. It was about this girl
that had been roasted on a spit alive and eaten. I think I had more orgasms
reading that story than any other time in my life. From that day I began to
have fantasies about what it would be like to be skewered. I would stick a
dildo up my ass and pretend it was the spit. I knew this was
a fantasy and would never live the moment but it was a fun fantasy. I became
so obsessed with the fantasy of being roasted alive I lost all contact with my
friends and family.
One day I saw an ad from someone that wanted a woman willing to skewered and
roasted alive. Thinking it was a joke I answered the ad. I just wanted something
to help feed my fantasy. After a few letters to the guy I was surprised that
he was sincere about his request. To him it was not a fantasy but reality.
Knowing this it made me nervous to think such a thing could be real. I did not
write this man for several weeks. It is scary sometimes when fantasy can
become reality. Over the weeks all I could think about was this man''s offer.
This is what I have dreamed and masturbated over. I wondered what it would be
like to actually live my fantasy out. I would lay in bed at night and sometimes
I could even feel the spit going up my ass and out of my mouth. One morning I
woke up and knew I was going to go through with it. I wrote the man and told
him I wanted to do it. It was not long when his reply came. He told me to quit
work and to close up all of my loose ends and told me where to meet him the
next day. He explained to me it would take at least a week to prepare me.
At anytime during that week I could back out. immediately I picked up the phone
and quit work, it was not much of a job anyway. I burned everything that was
personal to me. I told my landlady I was leaving and left. I went to the spot
the man had told me.
I was standing there wondering if I had made a fool of myself when this man
walked up and asked if I was Melissa. I nodded my head yes. He asked if I was
ready to go with him. still not speaking i nodded again. He ushered me into a
limousine and we rode. He nor I said nothing for at least thirty minutes. He
finally broke the ice and told me this would not be very pleasant. I told him i
knew that. He told me to take off my clothes. I looked at him funny but knew I
must do as he asked. My hands were shaking as I took off my clothes. I felt
foolish sitting naked beside this strange man. We rode for another hour when
we pulled in this long winding drive. I had no idea where we were. This area
was strange to me. He told me to sit up on the edge of the seat. He took my
hands and pulled them behind me. He then locked my wrist together with a pair
of handcuffs. He told this was just to let me know that this was not going to
be a pleasant trip. He still said I could leave anytime before the week was up.
He led me into this mansion and down some narrow stairs to a dungeon like
cellar. There was a cot on one side of the room and he sat me down on it. He
told me the doors are unlocked and I could get up to leave at anytime. I laid
down the best I could with my my hands still locked behind my back.
There I stayed for the next four days. someone would bring be a meal of green
vegetables and pasta three times a day. The woman that brought this would
release my hands long enough for me to eat and then lock them together again.
One night, or at least i presumed it was night, I walked up the stairs to see
if the door was locked. He had told me the truth, I was not locked in.
I would lay in the darkness wondering what this was going to be like. My
fantasies of being roasted alive came as they did before. Only this time I
could not put my hands to my pussy to masturbate. I also wondered why it would
take a week to prepare me. I and done nothing but sleep and eat the whole time
I had been here. Except for the cuffs it had not been so bad. My arms did ache
from being restrained but that was nothing that I had not done before. finally
the man I that had brought me here came down. He told me it was time to start
the final preparations. He told me this was going to be humiliating and
sickening. He also told me there was no pain involved, yet. I was told it was
time for the cleansing to begin. The woman that had fed me the last four days
came into the room carrying an enema bag. The man told me I was to have one
three times a day until the time came for me to be skewered.
My last three days the food stopped and the preparation started. as promised I
got an enema three times a day. I was given all the water I wanted. Once a day
the woman brought me a special glass of water. I don''t know what was in it but
I would vomit till there was nothing left in my stomach. The enemas I could
live with but the vomiting was the worst thing I had ever gone through. I
would lay on my cot thinking about leaving this place before the next special
glass of water would come. The only thing that kept me here was the thought of
living my fantasy. i knew the spit would be a lot worse than this. Even though
I knew the torture to come, I could not leave.
This day the woman came to me and told me this was my last day. She gave me
and enema and the special glass of water. For the next hour water was running
from my ass and my mouth. I was now empty there was nothing left in me. The
enema had run clear since yesterday. I was completely drained, mentally and
physically. The woman returned with a bowl in her hand. She told me it was time
to remove my body hair. She poured the hot wax on different places and began
to pull the hair away. This was not so bad till she started to work on my thick
pubic hair. The pain was almost unbearable. I would scream with every jerk of
the cloth that took my hair away. finally the woman told me she was through and
I was nice and smooth. The only hair left on my body, was on my head.
The man came down the stairs. It was the first time I had seen him in three
days. He told me it was time and produce a hypodermic syringe. He told me this
would help ease the pain and relax me. I told him I wanted to know what was
happening to me and feel the pain. He smiled and said to me there would be
enough pain to satisfy my needs. I felt a sting as the needle pierced my arm.
It was not long before I was almost half asleep. I wanted to cry out that it
was not fair to put me to sleep but I was unable to say anything. The man half
carried me up the stairs and out into a court yard. Through my groggy eyes I
could see several people sitting in a semi circle. In front of them was a
platform about six feet high. Next to the platform was, what looked like a
hole in the ground. As the man carried me to the plat form we passed the hole.
I could feel heat coming from it. Even in my groggy state I knew this must be
the roasting pit. On the platform there was a pole with a small wooden seat
attached to it. Through a hole in the wooden seat was the spit. It was standing
about a eighteen inches above the seat. The man sat down in a chair on the
plat form and laid me over his lap. He put his hand in a can and pulled out a
hand full of thick white creamy substance. Even in my groggy state I knew this
was lard. He took his cream covered hand and began shoving the stuff up my
ass. In the state I was in, I did not care what he did. He put several
hands full of the lard up my ass. At one time I am sure he had half of his hand
in my ass. He then took a hand full of the lard, placed it at my mouth and told
me to swallow. I did as I was told. I almost choked but manage to swallow all
of it. I could feel the greasy stuff sticking to my insides. He then picked me
up and carried me to the piece of wood with the spit sticking through it. The
man whispered in my ear to be strong so it will last. He told me he was going
to do it slow if I helped so I could enjoy all of it. He lifted me up and
aimed my lard covered asshole over the spit. I took a deep breath as the spit
entered my ass. The man whispered in my ear again and told me to stand as long
as possible. There could not be more than few inches of the spit in my ass
when the man turned loose of me. My feeble legs let me drop until there was
pain and then they became strong again. I looked down and guess there was at
least a foot of the spit in my ass. As I settled into this position the pain
subsided. The man then began to tie me to the post behind me. The ropes were
not to tight as to hold me up but enough to keep my body upright. Even
though I wa more aware now my legs would give and the spit would slip about an
inch farther. I heard some one scream from the crown and that brought my to
attention to the people around me.
There was a woman sitting next to a man that was standing and screaming. at
first I could not make out what she was screaming about. Then there were words
coming out of the screams. She was screaming, I wanting to ride the spit. The
man left me and went to the screaming woman. He took her by the hand and lead
her to the front of the crowd. The people were cheering for the woman. The man
lead her to a platform, I had not noticed, next the one I was on. It had the
same pole and the same seat with a spit sticking through it. The man did did
not grease her he just positioned her ass on the spit. He let the woman drop
and at least a foot of the spit went into her ass. He then tied the woman to
the pole and I could tell it was a lot tighter than I was tied. Her head was
tie so she was looking at the sky. I saw the woman relax her legs and her
ass fell to the wooden seat. She screamed as the full eighteen inches went
into her ass. I knew the spit had to be in her stomach. I almost orgasmed as
the woman fell onto the spit. This made my legs weaken and I slipped farther
on the spit. I looked down and there was two less inches between me and the
seat. I was feeling pain but it was not that great. I watched as blood ran
from the ass of the woman on the other platform. The woman struggled but the
ropes held her tight. I looked down between my legs and could see a little
blood dripping onto the wooden bench. i knew I was close to being where the
woman next me was. I turned my head to watch the other woman. She was still
struggling when the man pressed a button near the pole she was tied to. I
could see the spit rising out of the platform going into her ass. The woman
struggled furiously but the ropes held her tight. It was only a few seconds
when the end of the spit came out of her mouth. I orgasmed for the first time
since I had been here. My legs gave way and I felt my ass come in contact with
the wooden bench. I felt the spit tear my insides as it came to a rest inside
my stomach. When this happened I orgasmed again. I relaxed for the first time
since the spit entered my ass. I knew it could not go any farther right now. I
looked down and there was now a trickle of blood coming from my pussy. I
could also taste the sweet smell of blood in my mouth.
I watched as the woman was carried off the platform with the spit going through
her body. She struggled just a short time and then she went limp. I hoped I
would last longer than that woman. I wanted to live every minute of the
torture. Even with the spit tearing me apart I did not regret any of it. The
man then turned hi attention back to me. He smiled as he saw that I had slid
all the way to the seat. He noticed there was a trickle of blood running down
the corner of my mouth. He leaned over and licked the blood from me and then
kissed me on the lips. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened
to me. I had never felt so turned on in my life. This was the ultimate
bondage. The man reached to his right and I saw what he was doing. There was a
switch just like the one on the other platform. I knew what was going to
happen and held my breath. The man touched the button and the spit began to
move. I felt very little except for the movement through my ass. I was about
to orgasm again when I felt it hit the pipe going from my stomach to my throat.
There was a pressure in my chest but I did not feel anything tearing. The spit
stopped again. I could feel the spit about half way up my rib cage. Every time I
took a breath I could feel the increased pressure of the spit. Have you ever
swallowed something and it felt like a lump going down. This was the same way
but only bigger and it did not move. I watched as the man reached for
something. As it got closer I could see it was a scalpel. I hoped he was not
going to kill me before I was completely skewered. I jumped, or at least the
most I could, as the scrapple touched my throat. He mad a small cut and then
pushed a tube into the hole. I felt the tube flow into my wind pipe. all of a
sudden, when I breathed, the air came from the tube instead of my mouth. The
man reached down flicked my blood covered clit with his fingers. I had one of
the biggest orgasms of my life. I screamed but nothing came out of my mouth.
The air from my lungs just flowed out of the tube.
The man pressed the button again and the spit began to move again. It felt as
if the spit was tearing my insides out. The drug must be wearing off because
not there was a good bit of pain. I could feel the spit spreading my esophagus
and more pressure on my ass at the same time. The spit move very slowly through
my chest. It seemed forever before it it hit the back of my throat. The man
knew somehow and pushed my head back. I felt the spit enter my throat and then
press my tongue down. The spit pushed my mouth open as it scraped against my
teeth. I knew then I would be dead if it was not for the tube the man had put
into my lungs. I was surprised at how the pain was not so great and and how
alert I had become. I did not feel like a woman about to die.
Everyone cheered as the spit came out of my mouth. At this point i still did
not have any regrets. This was everything I had expected. The man that had
brought me my fantasy and another came and lifted the spit and myself out of
the platform. with a quick motion I was horizontal. I would have screamed out in
pain if I had been able too. The sudden shift of my weight made the pole
grind against my insides. Tears flowed from my eyes. I am not sure if it was
the pain or happiness. The man and the other carried me from the platform. As
they went down the steps I felt my body slide slightly down the spit. I am not
sure if that hurt or if it was erotic. another man came up an tied my legs
behind the pole and my hands next to my crotch. This was better, it took some
of the pressure off of my body. They carried me, with my eyes fixed straight
ahead, to the pit I had seen earlier. I knew this was the time for me to cook
but the men stopped short of the pit. Instead they laid me on a table. I lay
there on my back in an unnatural position. The spit kept my body rigid. The man
came toward me carrying a knife. I did not care at this point what he did. In
fact I became excited by anything that happened at this point. I wanted this
feeling to go on forever but knew it couldn''t. I could feel the pain as the
man stroked the knife down my abdomen. He was cutting me open from the rib cage
to just a few inches above my pussy. Again I would have screamed but i
couldn''t. The pain was terrible now but I was also on the verge of coming. My
abdomen was laid wide open and the man placed his hand inside of the cut. I
felt him tear something and knew he had pulled out my stomach. I felt his had
go inside of me again and I orgasmed. I am sure he saw the wiggle I made on the
spit. He probably thought it was the pain but it was my last orgasm as he
ripped out my organs that make me female. A few more tugs and I felt him pull
some other things out of me. I knew at least it was nothing I needed today to
keep me alive. I felt his hand go back inside of me. His fingers poked out of
my pussy from the inside. I could feel, as he laughed, and wiggled his
fingers though my pussy from the inside. Every time his hand bumped the spit
through my body I could feel the vibrations through out my body. The man
began to stuff something in my, now empty cavity. I knew from my reading that
he was stuffing me with vegetables. My mind said to orgasm again but there was
nothing left of the organs to do it. I felt each tug as he sewed me up to hold
the fresh vegetable. This pain was mild to what I had experienced so far.
I was picked up again by the two men. There was the terrible pain again as I
swung on the spit. I could feel the extra heaviness of the stuffing inside of
me. The walked to the the smoking pit and and placed the spit on to brackets
on each side of the pit. Immediately I could feel the heat on my body. Someone
slid something up the spit and it entered my now useless pussy. The heat was
horrible on the back side of my body. This was the worst pain I had ever felt.
Someone began to brush a liquid onto me and that helped a little. There was
whirring sound as the spit and me began to turn. I could feel one man
continuously brushing something onto my body as I turned over the hot coals.
another man kept spraying something cool onto my head. The cool liquid felt
good as I slowly rotated over the pit. I don''t think I would have lasted long
if the cool liquid had not been sprayed on my head. I knew this was to keep me
alive as long as possible. The side of me next to the hot coals would burn
and then cool as I rotated. I wondered how long I could live with this heat. I
wanted to scream as I rotated over the coals but the pipe in my thought,
providing cool oxygen, kept me from doing so. I felt blisters forming on my
body with each turn. When they would burst and I was facing down I could see
flames roar up from the embers. It was not long before I could smell my flesh
cooking. I could not believe how good it smelled. About the same time the good
smell of my cooking flesh came, I no longer felt pain.
I turned over the embers for several hours. I could feel my body withering as
the water cooked out me me. The man at my head spray it with a liquid the
whole time I cooked. I could feel my body draw up on the spit as my I was
getting done. finally two men took me from the fire and laid me on a table. I
felt pleasure as they began to slice the cooked meat from my body. I saw
people all around eating my flesh, this made me happy. I thrilled at
watching a woman eat my breast that has been sliced from my body. I wondered
how I could still be alive after being cooked. I finally realized I had died
long ago but somehow my spirit had stayed to enjoy the rest of my fantasy.
I am glad that I was allowed to write this from the beyond so I could share my
fantasy and death with you.
I hope your fantasy can be as good in life as mine has been in death.
The end