Hi Honey, What's For Dinner?
Jessie woke up first, she and Tanya apparently having untangled themselves in the night. They'd kept each other warm, having completely forgotten about the sleeping bags in their desperate need for each other's touch. The only other thought that had crossed their minds was how nasty it would be to make sure Heather would basically have to watch, so they'd ended up falling asleep on the bare mattress. Jessie smiled and gave Tanya a soft kiss on the forehead, then got up for the day.
She was surprised at how late it was – almost noon, actually – and wondered how late they'd been up that night.
Sitting in a wicker chair, she quietly got dressed in the "Lumber Jill" outfit she'd gotten for herself this week. It was just a cheap flannel shirt with some suspenders and old jeans she'd gotten at a second-hand store. Tanya was letting her burrow a pair of her older boots, but she'd probably end up burning the old clothes she'd bought for this trip just in case any of Heather's fluids managed to make their way onto them.
She looked over at Heather, who was somehow sleeping soundly in the odd position she'd been left in. Jessie was surprised that it was possible for someone to sleep hog-tied, with a giant dildo crammed up her ass and another one crammed down her throat. Hopefully by now her ass would be stretched wide enough for the spit, and her gag reflex would be gone so she wouldn't choke to death on the spit – that would be far too quick of an end for her.
Jessie snuck quietly through the door, taking one last look at Tanya lying there in the sun beams coming from the window. She went to the back of her pickup and retrieved the first thing she'd made for this little camping trip: the two spit supports that would go on either end of the barbeque pit. They were just pipe sections welded to the end of some stout fence posts she'd scrounged out of a scrap pile, so she hoped they'd take the pounding she was about to subject them to. Grabbing a sixteen pound maul and a tape measure, she closed the door of the topper and went looking for a flat spot close to the cabin.
She found a spot that looked promising about twenty feet from the east side of the cabin and measured it out. It was more than enough, so she got a spade out of the tool shed next to the cabin and marked the rectangular shape of the pit out. She carefully cut the sod up into bricks and set them aside in the shade of a nearby tree. She cleaned up the few remaining roots and packed the loose dirt down. Done with that, she looked around for some stones, and used what she found to line the edges of the pit so the grass there wouldn't burn. That done, it was time to pound in the spit supports.
The supports were fairly easy to pound into the ground, and thankfully the pipe sections hadn't warped under the pounding. But while she had hoped Tanya would be able to sleep a bit longer in return for the "extra effort" she'd put in last night, she wasn't surprised at all to see Tanya come through the door at the sound of metal pounding metal. She was slightly surprised to see Tanya was only wearing her combat boots though.
"Why good morning, sunshine."
Tanya smiled at her and watched as she drove the second spit guide home. Tanya looked excitedly at what she was doing and seemed impressed by how far along she was.
"Looks great, Jessie, but I think we should have a little more fun with Heather before we get her ready."
"I think I know just the thing," Jessie agreed.
Heather jumped at the sound of the screen door slamming shut behind them as they came in. She was clearly scared as she eyed the large bucket labeled ‘Olive Oil’ and the two rather large basting brushes they were carrying. Now doubt the evil grins they both had were making her wonder just what the hell they had in store for her.
"You know," Tanya started, "We debated as to whether or not to use barbeque sauce, but I thought you'd look better if you were covered in olive oil instead; you’re skin glistening as you turned."
"But I was worried about how it would taste," Jessie continued for her, "So we’re going to make sure we made the right choice, or if we have to drive out the twenty miles to the nearest little town to buy something else."
"In order to do that, we need to take a little taste test," Tanya finished.
Jesse dipped the brush into the bucket of olive oil and slathered some on Heather's pussy. Heather shivered as the cool liquid touched her sensitive lips, and gave an involuntary jerk as Jessie started to lick it off.
"Mmmm…" Jessie moaned, "You taste so good Heather!"
Jessie repeated the process but Tanya wasn’t about to just stand by and watch. She brushed some of the olive oil out on Heather’s firm ass and licked it off with long strokes of her tongue. Tanya licked her lips and reapplied more basting, apparently agreeing with Jessie’s assessment.
Heather moaned at all the extra stimulation, the little slut probably enjoying all the attention they were giving her. Tanya took turns with Jessie at Heather's cunt and ass, though every once in a while they’d try a different part of her as well. Jessie had to giggle at how frustrated Heather was getting – she'd talked Tanya into getting Heather close to cumming and then stopping, as a way of paying her back for the way she'd teased her on that fateful day.
"Well…" Jessie finally said, "We better not waste all of our basting on this, and we might make ourselves sick if all we’re eating is olive oil."
Tanya put the olive oil and the brushes up on the counter and went outside to start up the generator. There might not be electricity wired in from the outside, but the cabin was equipped for short stays.
Jessie uncoiled the new garden hose she'd gotten and screwed it onto the end of the faucet. With the other end in the sink, Jessie turned the water on and let it flush the hose out, giving it a good rinse.
Turning to Heather, she smiled and told her, "time to get you cleaned up, little piggie."
Heather pouted at the name she'd called her and Jessie laughed.
She'd rather be using hot water for this, but there was no water heater out here. The look Heather gave her when she shoved the hose up her loose cunt was almost worth it though, especially after she turned the cold water on. The bucket she'd placed under the edge of the table caught all the nasties as Heather was rinsed out.
She repeated the process for Heather's ass, which also drew more muffled screams from her future meal. There was more of a mess with this, but she'd deal with it later. For now she scrubbed Heather down with soap and water, getting done with as much as she could before she needed Tanya's help to flip her over.
As luck would have it, Tanya came in not long after she was finished.
"Coals are lit," she announced.
Seeing that she needed help, Tanya helped Jessie flip Heather over onto her back, her arms and legs still hog-tied behind her. Heather groaned with the pain of the awkward position she'd been placed in, which was music to Jessie's ears as far as she was concerned. It made washing her up that much more enjoyable. Tanya took care of the mess that had been created earlier, leaving them alone again. Jessie took her time, getting every nook and cranny soaped up and scrubbed out before giving Heather a nice cold rinse. She watched the goosebumps form on Heather's skin and took pleasure in the way her nipples puckered up from the cold. Usually they were barely visible against her tanned skin, but now they stood out, having darkened a little in color thanks to the cold.
Jessie let Heather air dry as she got a small bowl of water and "borrowed" Heather's razor from her bag. She got another satisfying squeal out of Heather as she wet down her pubic mound with the ice cold water, making the hair she had left there and even her stubble stand out.
Jessie heard the screen door screech open and slam shut as she took the first few scrapes off of Heather's mound.
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked her, a little confusion in her voice.
Jessie turned to her as she rinsed the razor out in the bowl. "Like you said, no one likes hair in their food."
Tanya gave her a toothy grin and patted her own bare mound. "I like to use hot wax, personally, but I guess I didn't think to bring any with."
Jessie turned her attention back to Heather's partially shaved cunt, being careful not to cut her prematurely. "This will do. And anything that's left will probably fall out when the heat gets to her skin."
Heather moaned and tried to ask them something through the dildo that was still crammed down her throat. Guessing her question, Jessie responded by telling her, "don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."
She and Tanya shared a laugh as Jessie finished shaving Heather's prime cut.
With one final rinse of cold water, Heather was done and ready to be spitted. Jessie gave Tanya a sexy look and ran her tongue along her upper lip. Tanya nodded and went outside to the back of Jessie's pickup. The look on Heather's face as she saw the spit was priceless, her ultimate fate finally clear to her. She started to wail and weakly struggled again, as if that would help her escape. Her squirming didn't even make flipping her over any harder than when she'd just been laying there.
Tanya handed Jessie the spit. "The coals should be about ready by the time we get done trussing her."
Jessie lined the sharpened steel up with Heather's gaping asshole and started easing it in.
"Time for your last fuck, Heather," Jessie called out sadistically.
Heather kept up her struggle against her bonds, but Tanya held her down with little effort and leaned in close to her ear.
"No use struggling, Heather; you’re only going to make it harder on yourself."
Jessie’s face twisted with the hate she felt for Heather. "Maybe you should struggle, I'm going to enjoy every bit of your suffering anyway," she spat. "You've been such a crazy, sadistic bitch to your own fucking friends, and we’ve had enough. You're meaty ass is ours now, I'm going to enjoy having that pussy of yours on a platter."
She started slowly pushing the spit deeper into Heather, and sure enough the bitch tried to squirm some more, but it only served to amuse her. She could only imagine how the cold steel felt as it worked into her belly, stretching her asshole even wider than the treatment it have been given last night.
Tanya took the strap-on out of Heather's mouth, so they could listen to her scream decently before her throat was full again. Jessie savored the sound, taking pleasure in the fear and pain she was causing this poor excuse for skin.
"Please! Don’t do this to me!" Heather screamed hoarsely. "How can you do this to one of your friends!?"
"Would a friend do what you did to Jessie? Would a friend do what you've done to us for the past six years!?" Tanya shouted, then spoke in a hushed tone, "No, you're not our friend, you're our entrée, just meat for our table now."
The tears streamed down Heather’s face as she cried and wailed.
Jessie could feel some more resistance and knew that after this there would be no going back. She looked into Tanya's eyes.
"All lined up now, hold her head up Tanya."
Tanya seized her head and held it in line with her body. Heather started to struggle again, but stopped as the spit tore through her intestines. Her eyes widened and she was silent for a moment, probably coming to the realization that the spit had torn into her insides and she was about to die. Jessie grunted gave the spit another shove, pushing it further into Heather. She screamed as the spit tore through her, inch by inch, until it reached her diaphragm. There was a wet pop and Heather’s screaming was reduced to a gurgling.
Jessie was extra careful now; she wanted Heather to live through this part, so she needed to miss her heart and lungs. She guessed from what she had seen on that computer model that she should be pushing through the stomach now, and into the esophagus, at least she hoped that was the case, so she and Tanya could enjoy seeing their meat twitch over the fire.
Heather could only grunt now, too weak to do anything else. A bulge formed in her throat and Jessie knew that the spit was almost through. There was a pop as Heather's jaw dislocated, and Tanya gasped at the sight of the spit protruding from her mouth. The gory spit pushed its way out of her lips, pulling her tongue out a little with it as it went.
Jessie finished pushing the spit through Heather and smiled, satisfied at her handiwork. Heather’s chest continued to expand, and she could hear a faint whistling through the breathing holes in the spit, confirming that she’d survived this far.
"Wow," Tanya said with amazement, "She looks just like one of those girls in the drawings."
Jessie nodded her head in agreement, but decided that they’d better finish trussing her. "Should we tie her wrists to the spit, or leave them behind her back?"
Tanya looked at her, uncertainty in her eyes. "I don’t know; the drawings had them both ways, and some even had them with their hands in front of them."
Jessie pulled a quarter out of her jeans and flipped it.
"Let’s tie them to the spit."
Tanya grabbed the twine they'd used to hog-tie Heather earlier and helped Jessie truss her to the spit, tying her ankles and wrists to the spit so she was stretched out, with only a slight bend at her knees and elbows. Jessie was a little surprised Heather didn’t struggle, but she supposed Heather was either too weak or had just given up.
Finished, they tied her hair up in a bun and began to baste her, applying a thick coat of olive oil over every inch of skin that they could cover. After finishing her back, they flipped her over to baste her front, paying special attention to her freshly shaved cunt and her tits, the extra stimulation working to arose Heather’s body. Heather squirmed a little under their basting brushes, but didn't do anything else aside from making the small grunting noises she had ever since Jessie had finished spitting her. Tanya and Jessie tested Heather's nipples and felt her pussy for fullness and firmness. Jessie enjoyed making Heather's nipples hard and her puffy outer labia full. She looked good enough to eat right now, but she resisted the urge to take bite out of her just yet. Satisfied, they gingerly turned Heather back onto her belly.
Jessie clamped the stabilizer rod to the spit between Heather’s legs and taunted, "Don't worry, Heather; we won't let your pussy get lonely with no cock to fill it."
She gave it a hard push; Heather’s body jerked and her fingers flexed uselessly as the rod was buried deep in her juicy cunt. Jessie kept pushing until she felt the sharp point of the thermometer dig into Heather. The display came to life and registered an average body temperature. That was all Jessie needed to know she had it in far enough, and she secured the stabilizer in place, hoping that it would not only stay where it needed to be, but would actually keep Heather from slipping around on the spit like it was supposed to.
The clamp secured, Jessie flicked the switch to the vibrator on. Jessie and Tanya both smiled as they watched how Heather’s body looked as she squirmed, and enjoyed the noises of protest and pleasure she made around the spit. They kissed each other deeply, then picked Heather up and carried her outside.
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Topic: "Hell Hath No Fury..." - story (F/F, NC, rape, semi-graphic cann) (Read 6129 times)