Story - "Pushing Friendship Too Far" (F/F, NC cann) by LT

I actually wrote this last Spring, and many of you may have already read it, but if you haven’t or even if you decide to read it again, I hope you enjoy it. My only completed public story.

You know those stories you used to hear as a kid? This is kinda like one of those stories; it has a moral to it, just an extremely twisted and sadistic one. ;D

I actually thought this one up during Calc II class of all times (it was a boring class and I was bordering on falling asleep), and because my mind was lazy then, and I’m still lazy now and want to save on description, I’ll go ahead and just list off the actresses I could see playing the characters. Our main cour…er, character, Heather, is played by Denise Richards, Tanya is played by Fairuza Balk, and Jessie is played by Rebekah Parmar-Teasdale. Don’t know them? Tough, [url=http://www.google.com/imghp?hl=en&tab=wi&q=:2c7dnezq]look them up[/url:2c7dnezq].

Actually, I also made a PDF version of this which has a picture for each of the main characters on it if you’re interested. [url=http://www.geocities.com/lt_58202/Pushing_Friendship_Too_Far.pdf:2c7dnezq]PDF version[/url:2c7dnezq]

[u:2c7dnezq]Pushing Friendship Too Far[/u:2c7dnezq] [Part One]

Heather was beautiful, and she relished in it. She was widely known as a tease, to both men and women, always acting very seductively towards them, and even getting up to some heavy petting before she’d suddenly stop and laugh in her victim’s face. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t make any special distinction for her friends, Tanya and Jessie, who she knew were both bi like she claimed to be. “Claimed to be” was actually pretty accurate, for while she had definitely left a trail of men behind with broken hearts, no one knew of her actually going all the way with any women. Worst of all though, was that Heather always knew exactly what she was doing; she actually seemed to get off on the emotional turmoil she caused.

Heather was on her way back from class now; her last class on Friday, which meant the weekend was effectively here for her. She always turned a lot of heads, but there were even more than usual today, which was the first day to break 70 since before the long winter season. Heather, taking full advantage of the warm weather, was dressed in a very short skirt that showed off as much of her long, shapely legs as she possibly could while still qualifying as a skirt, and a tight t-shirt that she had tied up into a knot just below her generously-sized breasts. Overall, her outfit left very little to the imagination, and even less so due to the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She loved to dress like this, it got her the attention that she always wanted, and even more importantly it got her inflated grades from her under-sexed professors, appreciative of the little show she usually put on for them that suited short skirts and a distinct lack of undergarments. Heather had a flair for dressing to impress, her only real weakness being her unusual hairstyle, which slicked most of her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair back into a small bun, but left long bangs to hang down on either side of her face. Most people didn’t notice or didn’t care though, too distracted by Heather’s mesmerizingly beautiful face and well toned body – one could almost say she looked like an ancient Greek goddess. (But enough about how Heather looks, she already gets enough attention.)

Heather arrived home at the student apartment that she shared with her two best, friends, Tanya and Jessie. Both of them were already home, though Tanya still had another class later that afternoon and would be leaving soon. The three of them had known each other since kindergarten, when ironically, Heather was the homely, gawky one, with Tanya and Jessie being considered the “cutest” ones in their class by all the adults. Later on though, like a caterpillar out of a cocoon, Heather developed the stunning figure she currently has, seemingly overnight, though it was helped along by her heavy participation in school athletics. To be honest though, Tanya and Jessie were pretty hot themselves, both of them equally as toned as Heather (they were in the same athletics and always worked out together), but being as the standard for beauty for most people seemed to be of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, large-chested variety, women like Tanya and Jessie were often ignored next to women like Heather. They had still remained close friends though, at least until Heather noticed that she could get anything she wanted because of her looks, including any boyfriend that Tanya or Jessie had. Due to Tanya and Jessie being very forgiving (and partly because they figured out all they really needed for a good time was each other), and because Heather was always able to convince them that she hadn’t intended for it to happen, they remained reasonably good friends. This changed slightly when they got to college, however; which was when Heather figured out that her only friends were actually attracted to her, and that’s when the teasing started, though Tanya and Jessie didn’t recognize it as such, their judgment clouded by promises of Heather working herself up to the “right time”. Now into their second year at UND, Heather slipped up one night talking to her only other friend (and fellow tease) on the phone when she thought Tanya and Jessie were too busy watching TV, and they overheard her talking about how she was leading them on in another one of her games and having a good laugh at them. Though they were both hurt and became noticeably less receptive to any advances from Heather over that, they were really too distracted by classes and their own boyfriends to make a big deal out of it, but this was about to change.

Tanya said goodbye to Heather and Jessie and left for class. She drew her own fair share of stares as she made her way to class, but for a different reason than Heather. During her high school years, Tanya had discovered goth culture and adopted it as her own. The black and white make-up, and her short, raven-black hair actually fit her somewhat aggressive features pretty well; the many body piercings only adding to her own unique beauty, not that many people here appreciated it.

“Freak,” someone uttered under their breath at her as she passed them.

Tanya simply ignored them, content that at least her boyfriend liked her for the way she was. The heat of the day was also causing her some discomfort, because unlike Heather she liked to cover up (in all black clothing naturally), but it was light-enough material and loose enough that she was able to bear it. Still she’d feel much better when she got into the climate-controlled lecture hall.

Back in the apartment, Heather harrumphed to herself as she watched Jessie, fully engrossed in her homework. Jessie could definitely be considered the brainiac of the threesome; she was, after all, the only one with a technical degree, studying for a Bachelor’s in Mechanical Engineering with plans to go all out and get at PhD right away. She was also the only one of the three that was near-sighted, yet for reasons Heather couldn’t possibly fathom, Jessie preferred to wear large, circular, gold-framed glasses instead of getting contacts or eye surgery. Even though Heather considered Jessie a nerd (actually, most people probably did), she still knew that she had a voracious sexual appetite, even larger than Heather’s, to the point that Jessie looked up porn than most guys, just to keep herself satisfied, none of her boyfriends or girlfriends ever being able to keep up with her. Actually, if it weren’t for the glasses, Jessie might gain almost as much attention as Heather (people can be pretty shallow after all). She also had pretty short hair, much shorter than most women cut it, which was stylized to stay close to her scalp. Today she was wearing a nice little number, with a short, light blue blouse that had a plunging neckline that showed off plenty of the cleavage her small, pert breasts provided, and a short black skirt that covered up her belly, except for a small gap that showed off a band of skin across the top of her mid-riff, and went down to about mid-thigh. She always dressed like this, provocative, but not to the extreme that Heather went to. It had earned her quite a few sexual partners over the years at ant rate.

Heather decided that she was going to take advantage of this and get Jessie’s nose out of that book and pay attention to her, like she thought everyone should. “Hey Jessie, can you help me on some homework?” she asked as she made her way to her bedroom.

Jessie, in the mood for academia at the moment, didn’t notice what she normally would have instantly recognized as one of Heather’s teasing games, and besides, she was always up for a good mental challenge, no matter what subject. “Sure, what with?”

“Oh, it’s my Economics; I just can’t seem to figure out this chapter for some reason.”

Jessie smiled, Economics was probably about the simplest kind of math that she could think of (and compared to the kinds of math she’s had to take, it was). She got up, taking her huge calculator, a pencil and a note-pad with her, and eagerly made her way back to Heather’s bedroom.

Always the good actress, Heather actually had gotten out her real homework assignment, and was laying on her side on her bed waiting with it when Jessie came in. Without a thought, Jessie sat down at the foot of the small, twin-sized bed and set her things on her lap.

“Well, let’s see where the confusion is,” Jessie started, and eyed the open textbook in Heather’s hands, craning her neck to try and read what was on the pages inside.

Heather smiled and sat up in the bed. She scooted closer to Jessie handed her the textbook, and pointed to one of the problems inside.

Jessie instantly recognized what had to be done and started, “Oh, well first you have to find you interest rate, then you can…”

Heather rolled her eyes and stopped actually listening, though Jessie didn’t notice because she was too engrossed in the economics problem. Instead, Heather worked her way ever-so-closer to Jessie, until her breasts were actually lightly rubbing up against Jessie’s back and her long bangs hung down and touched Jessie’s shoulder. Jessie was getting a little distracted now, she could feel Heather’s nipples rubbing against her back, and it was starting to get her excited. Still Jessie soldiered on, the idea that this might just be another of Heather’s games starting to form in her mind, but hey, there was a math problem to solve. Jessie started working out the problem and paused to point out each step to Heather, which only elicited nods and a series of “Mmmm hmmm”’s from the blonde woman.

“And that’s how….. how…” Jessie stammered. They had barely made it through the first problem, but by now Jessie’s loins were getting the better of her, aching as she became aroused.

Heather noticed Jessie’s stammering and that her breathing was becoming heavier. Heather reached around Jessie’s slender, petite body and cupped her small breasts, which were impressively firm, but not too firm. [i:2c7dnezq]Just right[/i:2c7dnezq] Heather thought. She started to tease Jessie’s small nipples, which were already hard and poking through Jessie’s clothes. Slowly, Heather circled Jessie’s nipples, Jessie now leaning back and pressing into Heather’s chest. Jessie’s heavy breathing became soft sighs of pleasure, and Heather decided it was time for the next step.

Leaving her breasts now, Heather’s hands slowly worked their way down Jessie’s firm belly, and her fingers worked their way under the top edge of the black skirt. Further her hands pushed, past the cute little almond-shaped navel, under the band of the silky pink panties, until her fingers brushed past the small, triangular patch of hair and into the moistness just below that. Heather slowly rubbed her fingers in a circular motion over the puffy lips, which moistened even more at the touch. Jessie’s soft sighs became quiet moans, and she pushed back even further, until she was laying in Heather’s lap.

Jessie pushed Heather’s t-shirt over her breasts and seized them, fondling them roughly, the way she knew Heather liked it. She took one of Heather’s nipples into her mouth and sucked gently as she teased it with a flicking of her tongue, earning her an “Ahhhhh…” from Heather.

Not wanting to lose control, Heather decided to up the ante. She stopped the circular motion of her fingers, causing Jessie some momentary worry. Heather merely smiled, then entered Jessie with the fingers of one hand and start teasing her sensitive clit with the other. Jessie was put into pure ecstasy, her arms flopping down to her sides and her body heaving as she gasped an moaned from the treatment.

Just when Jessie was starting to build towards a powerful orgasm, Heather suddenly stopped, pulling her hands completely out of Jessie’s skirt. Jessie shuddered as she wound down, unsatisfied. She looked up at Heather in confusion, but Heather only responded by giving her that same, enigmatic smile. Heather gently slid out from underneath Jessie and stood up, and turned her back to Jessie. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, leaving her topless. She looked over her shoulder at Jessie and smiled, ensuring that she had the woman’s attention. She waited until Jessie rolled over and propped her head up in her hands and watched her with those dark, intense eyes, then started to bend over as she slipped her skirt down in one slow, smooth motion, giving Jessie an excellent view of her shapely ass and pussy. Heather stood back up, just as slowly, and flexed her body until Jessie had a view of her side as she ran her hands up her body, stopping at her ample breasts to fondle them. Jessie was enjoying the show Heather was putting on, but she didn’t know how much longer she could stand just watching. That’s when Heather brought one of her hands to her mouth and gave it a lick, tasting some of Jessie’s juices that were still on her fingers, then gave Jessie a “come hither” motion with her other hand.

Jessie quickly leapt up. “I can’t take it anymore, I want you now!” she shouted.

Jessie practically tackled the taller woman and literally swept her off her feet with amazing strength for her size. She kissed Heather full on the lips as she brought both of them gently to the floor. Their tongues played with each other as the kissed each other deeply. Both of them noted that kissing a woman was much more different than a man, the lips and tongue much more soft and smooth, and Jessie at least, never got tired of the difference. Ironically it was Jessie that broke the kiss first, Heather seeming to give in and let her take control.

Jessie kissed Heather’s neck and gave her a playful nibble. Not wanting to be outdone, Heather caressed Jessie’s neck in just the right spot, the spot she knew Jessie referred to as her “switch”. This actually wasn’t too bad of a description; it seemed to unleash an animal that Jessie was keeping inside and she went wild, rubbing her hands all over Heather’s body, trying to take it in all at once. She kneaded Heather’s breasts together and flicked her tongue over the nipples, then tried to suck on them both, which didn’t work too well, so Jessie gave up on that and kissed her way down Heather’s toned belly until she was between her legs. She paused for a moment, admiring the neatly trimmed mound and puffy lips, then dived right in, pushing her face hard against the soft flesh, and forcing her tongue deep into Heather’s warmth.

Heather gave a loud moan; Jessie’s tongue darted about inside Heather, touching all the right spots as she noisily ate out Heather’s dripping snatch. Heather was a very loud lover indeed, probably exciting the neighbors through the thin walls of the apartment building. After about a half-hour, it was too much for Heather to take. She gave out a low wail as her body started to spasm in a powerful orgasm, soaking Jessie’s face with her clear come juices.

Jessie withdrew, some of Heather’s juices clinging on and making sticky trails until they finally let go. Jessie licked at the juices, tasting as much of it as she could. “Mmmmm… sooooo gooood….” She moaned. Jessie had to wait a while for Heather to wind down (she’d nearly passed out), but when she saw Heather had recovered she smiled and seductively said, “Your turn.”

Then Jessie got the shock of her life as Heather slapped her hard across the mouth, laughed sadistically and said, “What makes you think I’d ever want to munch carpet!?”

“But you…” Jessie started, confused.

“You think that because I stuck my fingers in that dirty little twat of yours that I’d want to suck it or put my mouth anywhere near it?” Heather replied, and cruelly added, “I may have let you suck my cunt, but I’ll let anyone do that, I don’t care what pathetic thing gets me off so long as I do. Now get the fuck out of my room you nasty little lesbian.”

Jessie couldn’t contain her tears as she rushed from the room sobbing.

“Hey waiiiit! You forgot your noooootebooook!” Heather called after Jessie in the most taunting voice she could make, then laughed sadistically again, pleased at the new level she had taken Jessie to in her cruel games.

Jessie ran into the small bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled around as she tried to get her clothes off as quickly as she could, but she was crying so hard that it was proving difficult for her. As soon as she was fully nude she jumped into the shower and turned on the water, washing herself as she wept bitterly, trying to get both Heather’s juices off of her, and that dirty feeling that can’t [i:2c7dnezq]be[/i:2c7dnezq] washed away.

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[Part Two]

Tanya came home from her afternoon class to a quiet apartment, too quiet. Heather had already no doubt left for some weekend fling, like usual, but usually Jessie would be done with her homework and watching TV by now, and even if she wasn’t, she’d be noisily tapping away at her calculator and scrawling her work out on her note-pad. She noticed that the same textbook that Jessie had been working on earlier was still on the kitchen table and began to worry. Tanya quietly shut the door and listened, tuning her ears to hear even the quietest sound. That’s when she heard the quiet sobs coming from behind the door to Jessie’s room.

Tanya gave the door a knock and quietly pushed it open. “What’s wrong?” she asked with concern. It took a while for Jessie to respond, Tanya momentarily worried that she shouldn’t have come in and just left Jessie alone, but she was worried for her, unlike Heather, Tanya and Jessie genuinely cared about what happened to the other. It was sad to see her like this, still wet and wrapped in a towel s she lay on her belly and wept.

“H-Heather…” Jessie managed to get out between sobs.

“What?” Tanya was immediately angry with Heather, suspecting that she was responsible for Jessie being like this.

Jessie managed to calm down enough to speak, and she told Tanya everything that had happened after she had left, the rouse to get her into Heather’s room, the fondling, everything. Tanya’s anger for Heather only grew the more she heard.

“I feel so dirty,” Jessie sobbed, “and used.”

“Shhhhh…” Tanya comforted Jessie, “I’m here now, everything’s okay now.”

Tanya sat down on the bed next to Jessie, who quickly turned around, sat up, and tightly embraced the pale, black-clad woman. Tanya cooed and comforted Jessie into the evening, until both of them fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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They awoke the next morning and listened for any signs that Heather might be there (she snored very loudly and would have still been asleep this early). Hearing nothing, Tanya got up and investigated, leaving Jessie to get dressed for the day. After a quick search of the house revealed that Heather was still gone (probably spent the night at some random guy’s place), Tanya gathered up Jessie’s clothes that had been left in the bathroom and returned to Jessie’s bedroom.

“She’s gone.”

“Are you sure?”

Tanya nodded her head in reply.

Jessie nervously looked at the floor. “Still, could you get my things? They’re in [u:13n58pyw]her[/u:13n58pyw] room.”

Tanya gave Jessie a warm smile and nodded again.

“I’ll start breakfast,” Jessie quietly said as Tanya left the room.

“Okay,” Tanya managed to get out before she was gone.

Tanya pushed the door to the room Jessie had been so abused in. It didn’t take her long to spot the things Jessie had brought in with her the day before; Heather must have left not long after [i:13n58pyw]it[/i:13n58pyw] had happened. Gathering up the possessions, Tanya left the room and made a point of slamming the door so hard that it broke the edging and jammed. There were a few pounds on the walls from annoyed neighbors, but Tanya didn’t care, it had been so satisfying.

Tanya could smell that breakfast was almost done as she arranged Jessie’s things on her neatly arranged bookshelf, just the way she knew Jessie always put them. By the time she had taken a quick shower and changed, Jessie was placing the steaming plates down on the table. Tanya followed the scent into the kitchen, some kind of seasoned meat. When she sat up at the table, she saw what the source was, a delicious-looking beef tip next to some scrambled eggs.

“Mmmm… You always were a good cook Jessie,” Tanya complimented. “But steak for breakfast?”

Jessie giggled and replied, “It’s a country-style breakfast, steak n’ eggs.”

“Well it certainly looks and smells good.” Tanya cut a piece from the beef and put it into her mouth. “Mmmm…”

“Glad you like it,” Jessie laughed.

The two of them ate and visited about everything and nothing, just making small talk like usual, but eventually their conversation turned to the events of the previous night.

“You know what?” Tanya asked, full of anger and frustration. “I think the only piece of meat that could be any better right now would be Heather’s pussy on my plate.”

Jessie eyes her strangely. “Figuratively speaking, right?”

“Of course,” Tanya replied, then paused as she thought for a moment. A smile came to her face as she began again, “Though now that you mention it, I had a boyfriend once that was into some really kinky shit.”

Jessie stared at her blankly.

“He was into something her called ‘woman eating’, and it was exactly what it sounds like,” Tanya continued. “It was this big fantasy he had, he drew up all this artwork that showed women being cooked, carved up and eaten.”

“Eewwww…. Gross…..” came Jessie’s reply as she made a prune face.

“I don’t think so, it was actually pretty hot looking.”

“No pun intended?”

Tanya laughed. “It just looked so sexy, seeing a woman trussed up like a turkey and baked in an over, or put into a pot and boiled, but my favorite drawings were when they were spitted and roasted over a fire.” Tanya unconsciously licked her lips. “It was actually pretty fun doing some role-playing with him – nothing really bad or anything, I don’t think he’d ever actually intentionally hurt someone – it was just…. different…. and fun, just very sexy, and I’ve never experienced anything like it ever since.”

“Whatever happened to him?” Jessie asked curiously. “Don’t tell me you dumped him.”

“No,” Tanya sighed as she fondly recalled her time with him, “he graduated this summer and moved out to California to make a living. Anyway, there was this one comic he made about a college student,” Tanya paused to eye Jessie, “Who actually reminds me a lot of you come to think of it, working real hard on a double major. She invents some kind of special spit, but the professors aren’t convinced and she ends up testing it herself. They actually end up roasting this sexy-looking woman professor, named Karyn, and it comes to my favorite panel in all of his work – the other professor has her steaming pussy all garnished and on a platter and says that he’s not going to let another guy get it.”

Jessie had stopped eating. At first this was because she was honestly disgusted at the thought of cannibalism, especially as some kind of sex kink, but as Tanya described it, and how it turned her on so much (she had actually started to play with herself now), Jessie found that it turned her on too, but it also got her thinking.

“I could always imagine myself as one of those women, bound and helpless, or impaled on a spit and turned over a fire until I was ready to eat, but I could also imagine myself as eating one of those women.”

“I’d like to do it,” Jessie interrupted.

“What?” “It would be the perfect revenge,” Jessie finished.

At first Tanya thought she was just playing along with her or something, but the deadpan way she said it made her wonder. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious. I’m through putting up with that bitch, and we’d be doing the world a favor ridding it of her.”

Tanya was taken aback, she couldn’t believe that this innocent, meek little woman was talking about this, and was actually serious. “Look, I know you’re angry and hurt because of what she did, but the most we should do is scare her a little, you know, fuck with her mind. All we have to do is go most of the way and then stop. Besides, dead ho’s don’t learn from their mistakes.”

Jessie thought about it for a while, then acquiesced, “I guess you’re right, I was just over-reacting. I can’t believe what I was just thinking.”

Tanya laughed and added, “Damn girl, remind me not to ever get on your bad side.”

Jesse smiled and started laughing herself.

They went back to eating breakfast.

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Later that day, Heather came back and, sure enough, the first words out of her mouth were to torment poor Jessie. Little did she know that her words were deciding her fate, even as she spoke.

“Guess who I was fucking last night Jessie?” Heather taunted.

“I don’t think she really gives a fuck whose dick you had up your ass,” Tanya said in Jessie’s defense. Though Jessie was clearly upset, it was clear she was content to let Tanya do all the talking.

Heather ignored the jab at her and finished saying, “Your boyfriend Jessie, that’s who.”

Jessie’s jaw dropped and she stared in disbelief, too stunned to say or do anything. She knew that Heather didn’t lie; it was her only virtue. Heather smiled at Jessie’s reaction and enjoyed every second of it.

“He was so good, I can see why you like him Jessie; he nearly wore me out.” Heather paused to run her tongue across her lips and to fondle herself. “His big cock felt so good in my pussy and in my mouth. Mmmmm…. I can’t wait to taste his cum again…”

Tanya had been stunned like Jessie was, but that last taunt from Heather made her see red. Her fist was across Heather’s jaw before she even saw it coming, knocking her down. Heather rubbed her jaw and spit out blood; the hit had made her bite her tongue. She looked up at Tanya defiantly and said, “And I was fucking [i:13n58pyw]your[/i:13n58pyw] boyfriend this morning!”

Tanya kicked Heather in the gut, making her double over and lay on her side. She glared down at her as she coughed and sputtered, thinking evil thoughts. Satisfied that she’d done enough, she walked as fast as she could without running out of the front door. Jessie stood up form the table, walked over, and looked at how defenseless Heather was. She noticed that she was in the perfect position, her legs drawn up to her chest, Jessie gritted her teeth, wound up, and kicked Heather in the ass, hoping to hit a tender region. Heather’s eyes bulged as the steel-toed boots (borrowed from Tanya) found their mark.

“Hope I got you in the cunt, you bitch!” Jessie screamed before running off to catch up with Tanya.

Heather could only writhe in pain and cry.

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Jessie and Tanya talked to each other in hushed tones as they ate in the far corner of the dining center.

“You know what, you were right,” Tanya whispered to Jessie.

“About what?”

“About what we should do to Heather.”

“You mean fucking with her with that cannibal shit?”

“No, what you first said.”

“You mean going all the way?”

Tanya nods. “She’ll never change her ways, she’s been like this since middle school.”

“Good. I want to see that whore suffer.”

“How should we do it?”

“I think we should do it your favorite way, give her one last good fuck. Little slut will probably like it.”

“You mean spitting? But where would we get one? We can’t exactly go downtown and pick one up you know.”

“Well, I am a mechanical engineering student after all, with access to the machine shop and bar-stock steel; I’ll make something up,” Jessie confidently replied. “Do you have any of those drawings from that old boyfriend of yours?”

“Yeah, he gave me my own copies to remember him by.”

“If you show me, I definitely could knock something together. Now all that leaves is where to do it; we can’t just roast her up in the front lawn of the apartment complex.”

Tanya thinks for a moment and remembers, “My dad has a hunting lodge not far form here, only about an hour or so away. There’s nothing for miles up there and it’s back in the woods, no one should be able to see anything.”

Jessie smiled and said, “Sounds like a plan.”

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Heather sat at the table and nursed her bruises. There wasn’t much she could really do about it, but holding the ice to them really helped, though the one she was sitting on still bothered her. She honestly hadn’t thought Tanya and Jessie would do anything but sit there, and was wondering what to do next. She was sure they’d be coming back, and even though she had no guilt about what she did or saw anything wrong with it, but she didn’t want to get beat up again either. She heard the door open and waited apprehensively.

Jessie and Tanya walked through the door and stood silently. They were both still angry enough to want to kill her now, but they weren’t ready yet if they were going to do it like they planned. They squeezed each other’s hands, giving each other confidence.

It was Tanya who finally broke the silence, clearing her throat. Heather turned around to face them.

“Hey,” she said weakly, trying to give them the impression she was hurt worse than she actually was.

“Hey,” Jessie and Tanya said simultaneously.

“Look….about what happened…” Heather started.

“It’s okay,” Tanya interrupted her, “We both said and did some things that we’d rather forget about, and we’re willing to put everything behind us if you are.”

“You mean you’re not mad?”

“We’ve been friends for so long,” Jessie interjected, “How can we have let so much come between us?”

Heather smiled, pleased at their seeming naivety, and answered, “How can I argue with that?” She stood up and extended her arms. “Friends?”

Jessie and Tanya put on false smiles and embrace her in a group hug.

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[Part Three]

During the next week, Jessie bought an eight foot section of bar-stock steel from the university’s engineering department and secured permission to use the machine shop in the evening. No one asked her what she was doing; no one cared as long as she signed the checks and they didn’t bounce. It was all, very convenient actually, because she was there after hours, she could lock the door and work without worry of being disturbed, which was a good thing, because she wouldn’t want anyone to see her fashioning a spit with all those drawings laying about for her reference.

Jessie finished welding the spit back together into one solid, smooth piece. She’d had to cut it into shorter sections so she could drill out the core, leaving enough material to maintain the integrity of the steel so it wouldn’t bend. Basically this meant a hole that was about an inch in diameter in a spit that was about three-and-a-half inches in diameter, which was pretty restrictive for its planned function, but would have to do. She’d also drilled out several much smaller holes as regular intervals on the front third of the spit, giving it the appearance of an old .50 caliber machinegun barrel. She’d cleaned out all the shavings thoroughly before she’d welded the spit back together. She hoped that they wouldn’t clog up with blood when it came time use the spit.

Jessie sighed heavily, the spit now welded, polished, and ready for use. [i:1s0whfqg]Now on to the next job[/i:1s0whfqg] Jessie wryly thought to herself. The next step would be to come up with the stabilizing rod that would double as a meat thermometer. The size, shape, and position of it had varied in the drawings, but she had decided that Heather would be tormented the most if the spit pushed up her ass. Just for extra torture, Jessie had also decided that the stabilizer should have a third function, a stimulator. On top of twitching over the fire in pain, Heather’s body would have to deal with the pleasure of a vibrator integrated into the stabilizer rod.

By the time Jessie was done forming the plate copper she had into the shape she’d wanted, it was almost midnight. She set aside the impossibly huge rubberized penis she’d used as a sort of form for the conductive sheath that would make up the outside of the rod. She slipped in the wood core that would give the rod structural integrity and brazed the copper sheath around it. There was a hole through the length of the rod for the temperature probe and the small motor that would make it vibrate. Giving the base some threads, Jessie was finally done with everything she could do in the shop. She put all the tools away and cleaned the shop one last time before gathering up the products of her labor and carefully packing them into the pack of her pickup, which had a nice long bed that was covered by a topper with darkly tinted windows. The was a small university town, so no one was around to see her slip the spit and stabilizer rod into the back of the truck, but that also meant that there would be plenty of curious eyes in the parking lot during daylight hours. She hoped the tinting would be dark enough on its own, because even though she threw a canvas tarp over it, the shape was still pretty obvious because it had to sit high in the bed on one end so it would fit inside.

Jessie arrived at the apartment at 1 AM and quietly made her way inside to Tanya’s room (they’d taken to sleeping together since the incident with Heather). She slipped into bed next to Tanya, who stirred a little, but didn’t wake up. Jessie closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep.

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Jessie went to classes like usual the next day, but when she came back from them early that afternoon, she cautiously took out the stabilizer rod from her pickup and took it into the apartment. Neither Tanya nor Heather had gotten back from classes yet. Jessie took out the other materials she needed and set everything out on the table. She fitted the vibrator motor that Heather had so generously donated (without her knowledge naturally, yet oh so fitting) into the stabilizer, then slipped the temperature probe through the middle of the assembly, the point projecting slightly out of the tip, and finally screwed on the end-cap that contained the digital thermometer readout and the switch for the small motor inside. Jessie smiled; everything was ready.

An hour later, Tanya and Heather walked through the door and Jessie was already patiently waiting for them. Tanya winked at Jessie, indicating that she’d already talked to Heather about their plan for the weekend.

“So…. You two have a surprise weekend getaway planned for the three of us,” Heather said, confirming that Tanya had spoken with her about it.

Jessie nodded and added, “Yeah, we thought we could rekindle the old friendship we used to have, or if nothing else we could get away from UND for a while.”

“Well…” Heather mulled, “I suppose I could used the break if nothing else.”

“Good,” Tanya replied, “it’s all settled then.”

The three of them smiled, though obviously for different reasons. Heather actually though she had the upper hand, her sadistic mind already planning out several possibilities of ways to humiliate her former friends, leaving them tied up naked outside and driving off with their only vehicle being foremost among these possibilities. Jessie and Tanya on the other hand, were planning out the perfect time to make their move once they arrive at the cabin.

Jessie and Tanya had already packed and put their bags in the back of the truck, and had to wait for Heather to finish packing. It took them some convincing that she wouldn’t need many of the appliances she normally used anyplace else that had electricity. Their plan was almost spoiled when Heather finally finished packing and was almost out the door with her bag before Tanya caught her and offered to put the bag in the pickup for her. Fortunately, Heather was more than willing to let someone else to do all the work for her, and all went ahead as planned from there.

It took them an hour to drive out into the wilderness, but it seemed a lot longer to all three of them, anxious for what the next three days would hold. When they arrived at the cabin, Tanya and Jessie again hauled all of the luggage while Heather went inside and found as many things as possible to bitch about and to make fun of Tanya about. The three of them set up inside and started unpacking. When they felt Heather was distracted enough, Tanya pulled out a rubber ball gag and a pair of handcuffs and Jessie pulled out the rubberized penis and a strap-on harness. They got ready to make their move.

They held the items behind their backs and turned to face Heather in the small, one-room cabin. Heather sensed them looking over them and thought it was unusual, but she just couldn’t resist getting a jab in.

“God, I can’t believe I let you two talk me into coming out here,” Heather complained. Unfortunately for her, that would be one of the last things she would ever say.

Tanya gave Heather a toothy grin, a reaction Heather hadn’t expected. Before she could say anything though, Tanya said, “You know, I think we’ve heard enough out of you.”

On that signal, Jessie tackled Heather to the floor and pulled her arms behind her back. Tanya quickly shoved the rubber gag into Heather’s mouth and strapped it around her head, then slapped the handcuffs on her wrists with her arms still held behind her back. Heather tried to scream, but it only came out as a muffled wail. Tanya and Jessie couldn’t help but laugh at her crying and whimpering as she struggled in her new bonds.

“Not such the super-bitch now, are ya?” Tanya taunted.

Tanya and Jessie stood back up and laughed as they got ready for the next step. Jessie stripped down and put on the strap-on, which she would take immense pleasure in using on Heather to torture her with. Tanya retrieved a knife from a nearby counter and used it to start cutting Heather’s clothes off.

Soon they were ready to move Heather, all her cloths gone now and some spare twine used to tie her ankles to her wrists, leaving her completely vulnerable to penetration. The two of them lifted Heather onto the small coffee table in the center of the room.

“Are you ready for what comes next Heather?” Tanya jeered. She got Heather’s attention and motioned towards Jessie, who was lubing up the strap-on she was wearing. Heather’s eyes bulged, wondering how something so huge could possibly fit inside of her.

Seeming to have sensed her thoughts, Jessie says, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.” She gave Heather an evil grin, taking pleasure in the look of fear in her eyes.

Tanya took up position behind Heather and started to rub her pussy. She paid special attention to Heather’s sensitive clit, and even though sex was the furthest thing from Heather’s mind, her body had other ideas, reacting to the stimulation with arousal. Feeling the moisture starting to form in Heather’s slit, Tanya took it to the next level, licking at her cunt with wide, broad strokes of her tongue at first, then forcing the lips apart and lapping at Heather’s defenseless twat.

Jessie and Tanya took turns, keeping up the treatment for hours. When they finally thought she was ready, Jessie lined up the strap-on with the entrance to Heather’s now swollen and dripping pussy, and slowly pushed, forcing it into her slowly. Heather tried to cry out in pain and frustration, but the gag kept her from doing so. She could only silently cry as she was violated, and she was forced to enjoy it. Jessie’s pelvis met Heather’s ass for the first time, and she started to slowly pull back out, Heather’s well lubricated pussy slurping and sucking as the fake cock was pulled out. Now Jessie started a new stroke, and another, and another, increasing her tempo each time. Heather began to moan and squeal despite herself as she grew accustomed to being stretched this much, which only made Jessie piston faster.

Heather’s torturers became aroused themselves at the sounds that were being made as Jessie’s skin slapped against Heather’s firm ass and the slurp of her juicy cunt as Jessie withdrew again each time. SLAMM!…SLURP!..WHAM!..SLORP!…SMACK!..THURP!

Tanya stripped out of her clothes and unpacked her own strap-on. It wasn’t as big as Jessie’s, more long and narrow. She couldn’t resist the temptation to use it on herself first, watching Jessie fuck Heather and synchronizing with the strokes she took. She felt the pressure starting to build inside of her, but didn’t want to come just yet. Coincidentally, Heather came herself just then, her body spasming and shuddering as she groaned with her involuntary pleasure, the tears still streaking down her face. Tanya noticed the tears and laughed cruelly.

“What’s the matter?” She teased. “I thought you liked being fucked by big fat ones?”

Heather looked down at the ground as Tanya laughed again, but Tanya wasn’t done taunting her just yet. She grabbed the gagged woman’s face and looked her dead in the eyes. She looked up at Jessie, who had by now built up a good, constant rhythm and was really enjoying herself, even if she couldn’t feel much through the harness.

“Do you think it’s time to give her a little preview of what’s to come?” Tanya asked Jessie.

Jessie, almost completely concentrating on the matter at hand, could only nod in agreement that the next step in their plan should start. Tanya put on her strap-on and took the ball gag out of Heather’s mouth, who immediately started begging.

“Please-UNG!-stop-OH!-doing-INIAH!-this-AH!” Heather pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up and suck my dick you little slut!” came Tanya’s reply, right before she shoved it into her open mouth and forced it down her throat.

Heather started to gag right away, but Tanya pulled the rubber cock out of her mouth before it could build enough to make Heather vomit. The training phase had begun, with Tanya using this long, narrow strap-on to un-train Heather’s gag reflex. Heather tried to bite down, not that she thought it would hurt Tanya, but hoping it would keep Tanya from being able to shove the offending member back down her throat. She only succeeded in chipping her front teeth.

Suddenly, Heather felt Jessie’s huge strap-on leave her aching cunt. At first she was relieved, though it felt odd to feel so empty now, with her pussy still gaping open, but she soon realized that she should have known better than to think any of the torture was done, because while Tanya was training her throat, it was now time for Jessie to train her virgin anus to accept the spit that Jessie had made for her. Heather soon felt the head of Jessie’s strap-on pressing against her sphincter. It was odd to think that she, who had always been so loose with men was still virgin in this area, something she had actually taken pride in. [i:1s0whfqg]That is an exit only![/i:1s0whfqg] She used to say. Not anymore. She tried to keep herself tightly closed, but it didn’t take long for Jessie to force her way in. Heather tried to scream, but she was cut off as Tanya shoved her rubber member down her throat again, only managing to get out an “AwwAK!”

Jessie and Tanya kept up the treatment late into the night, only stopping on what was technically Saturday morning to get each other off after forcing her to come so many times that they’d all lost count. They purposely did it in front of Heather, and even though at first she averted her eyes, she couldn’t keep herself from watching as the women sixty-nined with each other. They were both quiet lovers, but their writhing about and soft sighs attested to the pleasure and contentment each felt as they made love, running their hands over each other as they ate each other out. They brought each other to climax several times before they’d drained themselves of energy and fell asleep in a tangled heap of sweat-soaked limbs.

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[Part Four]

Jessie was the first to wake up, already late into Saturday morning. She carefully extracted herself from the tangle she was in with Tanya, managing not to wake her up in the process. She got dressed in what she’d dubbed her “Lumber-Jill” outfit, complete with the flannel shirt and suspenders. She watched Heather sleep with bemusement, mildly surprised that she could sleep at all with a strap-on shoved up her ass and another one shoved down her throat, bound in what had to be the most uncomfortable positions Jessie had ever seen anyone sleep in. She thought about waking her up, but decided that Tanya deserved the sleep due to the ‘extra effort’ she had put in last night.

Jessie quietly closed the screen door of the cabin behind her, which was really difficult because of the sound the rusty spring and hinges made, but she managed. She grabbed a spade out of the small tool shed attached to the side of the cabin and looked for a flat spot not far behind the cabin. Satisfied that she’d found a good spot, she started digging out the sod in a rough rectangle to a size that she’d worked out mathematically before they came out here. She didn’t have to dig down very far, just down until it was pure dirt, which she then packed down with her booted until it was even. She set the sod aside in the shade of a nearby tree, then went about gathering as many good-sized stones as she could find, which she used to line the edges of the rectangle with. Satisfied with the result, Jessie went to the back of the pick-up to pull something out.

Heather awoke with a start, momentarily confused as to where she was and what was happening to her. The events of the previous day flooded back to her, and she quickly searched around for her captors. She spotted Tanya on the mattress laid out in front of her, just waking up herself to the sharp, pounding, metal-on-metal sound that Heather thought must’ve woken her up.

Tanya stretched her lean body in an almost cat-like fashion and gave Heather an evil grin. “Sounds like the nails being hammered into your coffin, doesn’t it?”

Heather rolled her eyes as Tanya laughed and went outside, thinking it was typical of her to say something like that ever since she turned Goth. Still, she wondered what that pounding noise was.

Tanya had only slipped on a pair of boots before going outside; she wasn’t worried, there wasn’t anyone around to see, and if there was, she had more to worry about than them seeing her naked. She walked around to the side of cabin, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze on her skin, actually making her have thoughts about becoming a nudist, even in public. She laughed to herself as she thought of how well that would go over in a university as conservative as UND.

Jessie playfully stuck her tongue out at Tanya and sarcastically said, “Hey, what’s so funny? I should make you dig this.”

“Oh, nothing, just something I was thinking of,” Tanya replied. “Besides, I think you’re doing a better job of that than I can, I’d probably pound those in crooked or bend then or something.”

Jessie laughed, then took two more swings with the sixteen pound maul she was holding, driving the second of the two spit guides home. They were made out of extra sturdy steel fence posts, which were fairly easy to drive into the ground, with some persuasion of course. Jessie had been worried at first that the sections of pipe she had welded on top of the posts might be damaged by the pounding, but they’d held up okay.

Tanya surveyed the completed barbeque set-up and smiled. “Looks great Jessie, but I think we should have a little more fun with Jessie 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 Jessie and Tanya as they came in. She was already scared, but now she wondered what they were doing with that large bucket labeled ‘Olive Oil’ and two rather large basting brushes. She was sure it was going to be some sort of lezzy torture because of the grins they had, but she couldn’t imagine what exactly it would be.

“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 and buy something else.”

“In order to do that, we need to take a little taste test,” Tanya finished.

[i:msdqg34x]Taste test?[/i:msdqg34x] Heather wondered to herself what that meant exactly. She thought she understood when she felt the first cold brush on her abused pussy, assuming it was just another lesbian game. She 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 [i:msdqg34x]good[/i:msdqg34x] 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; she had to agree with Jessie’s assessment.

Heather moaned at all the extra stimulation, long since having resigned herself to at least making the best out of her situation and enjoying what she could. She hoped that this was just an S & M game they were playing, and that they’d untie her soon. For the time being though, she let herself enjoy her pussy and her ass being licked, ignorant to her ultimate fate. Tanya and Jessie took turns, at her cunt and her ass, which added to Heather’s pleasure, though every once in a while they’d try a different part of her as well. Heather was getting frustrated though, she suspected that this was all Jessie’s idea because they’d always stop short of making her come and would move to some other pert of her.

“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.”

“Yeah, I suppose, but I think we should make her come before we spit her, all the stuff I’ve seen suggests that the meat will taste better the more she comes,” Tanya replied.

Jessie laughed and stood up. “Well, have fun; I’m going to go get the spit.”

[i:msdqg34x]Meat? Spit?[/i:msdqg34x] Heather filled with fear; surely they weren’t talking about her. She didn’t have much time to think about this though; she felt Tanya’s fingers inside her, searching for her g-spot. It didn’t take much stimulation for her to come, already pretty worked up from all the oral sex. She actually almost passed out, but a glint caught her eye and she stopped herself. She looked up and saw what the sun was glinting off of and was immediately afraid; Jessie was carrying a long metal pole that was sharp on one end and blunt on the other, grinning in a way that left no doubt to Heather that this was no game.

“Time for your last fuck Heather,” Jessie said sadistically.

Tanya pulled the strap-on out of Heather’s stretched asshole, and Heather began to scream as best she could and struggle against her bonds.

Tanya held her and whispered into 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, [i:msdqg34x]to your own fucking friends[/i:msdqg34x], and we’ve had [i:msdqg34x]enough[/i:msdqg34x]. You’re meaty ass is ours now, I’m going to enjoy having that pussy of yours on a platter.” She positioned the sharpened end of the spit at Heather’s ass.

Heather felt the cold steel enter her and she renewed her vain efforts to escape, her squirming only serving to amuse Tanya and Jessie. She couldn’t believe how wide she was being stretched, and she probably would have been torn if it hadn’t been for the training she had the night before. She felt the second strap-on leave her throat.

“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. Then she heard Jessie say, “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 a sharp pain from inside her belly made her stop. Her eyes widened and she was silent for a moment, 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 knew of human anatomy 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 her twitch over the fire.

Heather could only grunt now, too weak to do anything else. It had hurt even more than having the spit pushed through her guts when her stomach was destroyed, and now she could feel the spit making its way up through her esophagus. It worked its way into her throat, and Heather worried she’d suffocate, then she remembered she was going to die even if someone saved her now anyway, so she stopped worrying and resigned herself to die. It barely registered when the spit entered her mouth, until there was another sharp pain as her jaw dislocated. 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’s 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 thought for a moment, but she wasn’t sure either. “I don’t know, the drawings had them both ways, and some even had them with their hands in front of them.”

Jessie pulled out a quarter from her jeans and flipped it. “Let’s tie them to the spit.”

Tanya pulled out a spool of twine form one of the cabinets and helped Jessie truss Heather 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. They were a little surprised Heather didn’t struggle, but they supposed she was either too weak, or had just given up by now. Finished, they began to baste her, applying a thick coat of olive oil over every inch of her skin that they could cover. They flipped her over to do her other side, and that’s when Tanya smacked her head.

“I forgot about that, we should shave her before we cook her.”

“Why?” Jessie asked.

Tanya looked at Jessie playfully and answered, “Well, you don’t want any hair in your food, do you? Besides, all of the drawings were pretty consistent about that detail, trust me, it’ll be better that way.”

Jessie shrugged. “Okay, but I actually better get the coals ready; can you do that while I’m outside?”

Tanya nodded and went to her bag to dig out a razor. Jessie went outside and got a large bag of coal brickets she had gotten for this trip, struggling with its weight the whole way to the pit. She set it down with a sigh of relief and tore it open. She poured the contents out of the bag and laid them out as evenly as she could in the pit. It took three bags of the brickets to fill the pit up. This done, Jessie poured on a can of lighter fluid, covering as many of the brickets as she could before lighting a match and tossing it onto the bed of coals. There was a ‘WHOOSH!’ and a wave of heat as the coals took off, the flames burning high. Jessie decided it was too hot and took her shirt off as she went inside.

“Coals are lit, they should be ready by the time we get her out of there,” Jessie announced as she came through the door.

Tanya smiled and indicated Heather’s now bare mound. “Good, I finished shaving her ‘prime filet’ now, so we can finish basting her.”

Jessie inspected Tanya’s handiwork; she had to agree that it actually looked good that way, not just as a meal, but made her look sexier somehow. She decided that she’d have to suggest it to Tanya later on.

After rinsing Heather’s now hairless groin off to ensure there was no hair or other nasties left, Jessie and Tanya finished basting Heather, paying special attention to her freshly shaved cunt and her tits, the extra stimulation working to arose Heather’s body. Heather could only squirm a little, enjoying the sensations despite her pain, but hating herself for it. Tanya and Jessie tested her nipples and felt her pussy for fullness and firmness, only adding to the pleasure Heather loved and hated at the same time. 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 enjoyed 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.

Being carried on a spit was by far most unusual experience Heather had ever had. She was getting dizzy now, but wasn’t sure if it was from the carrying, or the over-stimulation, or the pain putting her into shock. The feeling didn’t last long though, as she realized with terror that they were putting her over a glowing bed of coals. She tried to scream as the heat hit her, far too hot for her to withstand, but she couldn’t get away from it, not that she stopped trying.

Jessie and Tanya watched, enjoying the way Heather squirmed as she tried to get away from the heat and squealing in pain. Jessie saw her skin starting to turn red already though, and went to go get the crank she’d made for the spit while Tanya went inside to get the olive oil and basting brushes.

Jessie clamped on the handle and turned Heather over, enjoying the play of light off of her glistening skin and the way her tits flopped about as she slowly turned. Tanya started to baste her as she noticed dry spots appear or the baste starting to thin out. She put on thick layers with the brush, and was memorized by how it ran over Heather’s body, especially at the droplets that formed on her nipples before dripping off and sizzling as they hit the hot coals. She probably would’ve only basted the doomed woman’s breasts and nipples if Jessie didn’t keep teasing her. It did start to get a little tiresome for them after a while though, so they took turns as the crank and basting their still living meat.

The heat was burning Heather’s skin worst than any sunburn that she’d ever had, and she was still suffering from the pain of being spitted. The pain by itself didn’t compare to having her body betray her to Jessie and Tanya though. The vibrator was more than her poor pussy could take, and even though it hurt, it was driving her wild at the same time, setting off orgasm after orgasm, especially when the basting brush was dragged over the plumping lips or even just barely touched her exposed clit. But the brush never just focused on her cooking cunt, it lingered at her breasts too, keeping her nipples hard, and soon making them sensitive enough to add to all the over-stimulation her body was being put through. At first the bastings had felt good, cool to the touch, but as her skin burned, it became hyper-sensitive, and soon she shuddered whenever the brush touched her. She tried to cry and moan, but they were all muffled by the spit, and soon she was too weak to even do that. The tears continued to stream down her face though, and her tormentors were sure to taunt her because of it, making cooing noises and laughing at her, which only made her want to cry more.

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[Part Five]

Heather didn’t have to be basted as much anymore now, and even when she did, it was more to spread her own drippings over her body than to add more olive oil. She looked absolutely delicious to Jessie and Tanya; both of their mouths already watering in anticipation. She also looked so beautiful to them, tied to the spit like that, her skin glistening as it took on the appearance of a light tan, her own juices running over her darkening hide, collecting on her breasts and ass before dripping off and hissing on the coals beneath her. Even more entertaining was when she frequently came, her body jerking as it was rocked with the powerful orgasms, and, infamous in life as a ‘squirter’, she was no different now, her pussy juices forcing their way out and adding to the hiss on the coals. It didn’t take too long before Jessie got the idea of collecting this and using it to baste her.

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Heather was surprised to find herself grateful when her skin died, but at least the worst pain had stopped and it was some relief. She only felt a dull pressure now when the brush went across her skin, but it didn’t come as often now because her own juices were being drawn out of her, keeping her moist. She had other pain to replace it though as the copper sheath of the stabilizer rod (now being called a ‘pussy post’ by Tanya) started to conduct some of the heat inside her tortured cunt. To make matters worse, she could feel a dull pressure building in her breasts, and it was only getting worse, making her breasts ach as they flopped around from her turning.

Jessie noticed Heather’s breasts and pointed at them. “Her tits look like they’re swelling, don’t they?”

“Maybe the juices in them can’t seep out because of all the tissue there,” Tanya theorized.

Jessie had Tanya take over turning Heather while she went inside the cabin. Jessie took the opportunity to take the last of the clothes she was still wearing off, leaving her only in the boots she was barrowing from Tanya. She searched through some of the drawers that lined the walls of the cabin before finally finding what she was looking for – a long slender needle used for leatherwork. She took it outside and had Tanya rotate Heather around so her breasts were easier to reach. Starting with the left side, Jessie put the needle against the tip of Heather’s nipple and pushed.

Heather felt a sharp, stabbing pain in each of her nipples, but all she could do was jerk weakly, her vocal cords too far gone to make a noise and her tears long since dried up.

Tanya laughed when she saw the juices squirting out of Heather’s nipples. “It almost looks like she’s lactating.”

Jessie smiled and both of them watched this latest development play itself out, which, in their minds, only added to Heather’s beauty as she roasted.

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Heather could feel her breath becoming shorter; it was one of the few things she could still feel. She knew she was about to die, that her body was shutting down. Her vision was becoming cloudy, not that she thought there was much to look at anyway, but she was also feeling even more light-headed. She was getting so tired, but now that the pain had finally stopped, she had started to look forward to her next orgasm. It had been awhile since her last one, and she was hoping that she could come at least one more time before she died…..

It was Jessie’s turn to baste Heather now. She dipped the brush in the pail that held a combination of Heather’s juices and the regular basting oil. Starting with her back, Jessie covered Heather’s body from head to toe, saving her favorite parts for last. It wasn’t quite as fun anymore to tease Heather’s breasts because she couldn’t feel it anymore, but Jessie still liked the way it looked when she brushed new basting on them. It was pretty obvious that Heather almost made the final transition from woman to meat, and Jessie actually found herself almost feeling sad to see her friend of so many years die, but then she reminded herself of all the horrible things Heather had done to her and countless others. Either way, there was on last part to baste, one that she knew would still get a reaction out of Heather. She held the pail under Heather’s pussy and started to drag the bristles of the brush over the swollen lips. Heather began to jerk, starting to come already. Jessie touched Heather’s clit and held the pail steady, and she wasn’t disappointed. Heather’s body convulsed as it was rocked with one, final orgasm, her secret wish being fulfilled, but proving too much for her weakened body to take. When she was finally done, the light had gone out of Heather’s eyes and Jessie could hear her give one last shuddering breath before finally falling completely silent. Jessie set the pail down and checked Heather’s face and saw that her eyes were vacant, staring at nothing from behind their partially closed lids. Jessie checked her pulse just to be sure, and feeling none, she nodded at Tanya’s questioning glance.

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It was evening before the meat formally known as Heather was finally done roasting all the way through.

Tanya propped the door to the cabin open and gathered some padded oven mittens for herself and Jessie. In the meantime, Jessie poured water on the coals to put them out, sending smoke billowing into the sky. At first she was worried, but Tanya convinced her that if anyone saw it, they wouldn’t think much of it because they knew there were cabins in the area, and this was a popular time to go camping.

Tanya and Jessie put the oven mitts on, the spit now too hot to handle with bare hands, and carefully took the spit off of the guides. They carried Heather inside and set her down on the large dining table inside. They thought Heather looked better than anything they’d seen that way, but the cuts they wanted first were on her front, so they turned her over so she was laying on her back. They cut the twine holding Heather’s wrists and ankles to the spit and laid her out with her legs spread and her arms at her side. Since Jessie had been the one to spit her, Tanya now had the honor of pulling the spit back out. Steam and some of Heather’s remaining juices poured out of the gaping holes left behind by the spit and the stabilizer as Tanya pulled them out and set them aside. They straightened her head and stuffed an apple in her yawning mouth to complete the arrangements.

Tanya, having thought ahead about this, but not remembering until now, dug through her bag until she found the camera she had packed. Jessie was reluctant at first to have any evidence of what happened this weekend remaining, but Tanya talked her into it so they had something to remember this by. Tanya took pictures from every conceivable angle, trying to capture every detail of how Heather looked, her skin as dark as the deepest tan and glistening in the fading daylight from the windows, and the flickering light from the lanterns, her full breasts still oozing juices from her roasted nipples, and her full, puffy, swollen pussy, looking very tasty and inviting. When she’d finally used up the whole roll, she put it back in her bag and helped Jessie get down the plates and silverware.

The body that Heather had been so proud of, and worked so hard for, was carved up piece by piece. The breasts she had always flaunted to get herself the attention she had so craved were separated from her, Jessie and Tanya each taking one. The pussy she flashed at professors, and used to get her anything and anyone she wanted was put on a small platter and savored for only a moment before Jessie split it with Tanya. They were both starving, not having eaten anything for two days now, getting ready for the feast. Now they gorged themselves on Heather, eating as much as they possibly could that weekend.

They still hadn’t managed to eat most of her by the time Sunday night rolled around, so they finished carving her body up into more manageable pieces and packed them up in a cooler. They kept what parts they thought would be good enough to eat and buried the rest with the ash of the used coal in the roasting pit. The rocks were scattered about again, and the sod recovered and replaced, leaving no trace to all but the sharpest eye that anything had ever been there. The spit was cleaned and hidden underneath a large woodpile next to the cabin. And they gave everything one last check to make sure nothing was out of place. Having almost forgotten about the shreds of Heather’s clothing, they quickly burnt it in the small wood stove, and finished packing everything else up. With any luck, there would be no sign that Heather had ever been out at the cabin.

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Jessie and Tanya arrived back at their apartment early Monday morning. They’d be paying for it in their classes later that morning, but at least now there were no nosy neighbors around to see them come back without Heather if there had been anyone that saw them leave.

It took a full week before Jessie and Tanya themselves called in Heather as a missing person, no one else apparently caring enough to miss her, not even the professors she usually teased on a daily basis. This had given them plenty of time to get their story straight and plant any evidence that simply pointed to Heather walking off on Friday night and never coming back. There was an extensive search and everyone the authorities could think of was questioned. Fortunately no one had seen them leave; everyone in the apartments that would have been able to had all gone home or camping themselves before the women had departed for the cabin. No trace was ever found of Heather, and the two of them were finally left to themselves.

Tanya waited another week after all the attention had died down before developing the roll of film she had hidden away. That night she sat down with Jessie and the two of them looked through them, reminiscing about that day.

Jessie pointed at a picture that showed Heather’s bare pussy and commented, “I think I’ll do that with mine.”

“What? Shave you mean?” Tanya asked, confused, “Why would you want to do that?”

“I think it looks sexier that way,” Jessie replied and added with a laugh, “It’s not like I want to be a meat girl or anything.”

“You have to admit that it might be kind of exciting in a way if you ever ended up as one though,” Tanya mused.

“It might,” Jessie agreed. Then it occurred to her that Tanya might be making a suggestion and she eyed her suspiciously. “Don’t be getting any ideas though, if I ever have to go I wanna go when I choose to.”

Tanya laughed. “Don’t worry, I find you much to fun alive to ever think about roasting you, and I care about you too much. I’d sooner go than let you ride a spit.”

“Awww…. How sweet Tanya.”

They kissed each other deeply for a few moments, then went back to their pictures.

“You know,” Jessie said thoughtfully, “We’re going to need to get a new roommate.”

Tanya nodded her head in agreement. They had much to plan in the days ahead. The new roommate was a must, but they had also dumped their boyfriends and wondered if they should even bother looking for new ones since they had each other now.

“I wonder what a man would taste like…” Jessie pondered.

It would be pretty easy to find some jerk of a guy that no one would miss either and lure him out to the cabin.

“I don’t know,” Tanya replied, “I’d be willing to try, but I think I’d rather see a woman on a spit than a guy.”

“Well, there are more ways to cook meat than on a spit, we could always make an oven or come up with some other way,” Jessie added.

Tanya thought for a few moments, but still shook her head. “Na, I think I just like how women look naked better than men anyway, not that I’d completely swear off men or anything, I just think women would make better meat.”

“Which of course is if we want to try anything like this ever again.”

“True.”

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The End?

Well, that’s all folks. Or is it? Really up to you fine people if the adventures of Jessie and Tanya, the incredibly hot cannibals should continue or not, and if they do what they main entree should be. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed my first contribution to this forum.

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Thanks, I’m glad you liked it, though it is pretty long.

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Well cool, you have no idea how good it is to hear that.

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Cool, another review. Actually I’m formulating a plan for the sequel in my head now, and it will involve a guy ending up a meal, I just need votes now to determine his method of preparation - grilling or oven-roasting.

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Added a poll, but it’s kind of weird having it at the top of the thread instead of embedded in a post like you can do at TrekBBS :-\

Anyway, anyone who votes should know that this is to be set at the same location and that basically Jessie and Tanya build this big brick oven that has a grill on top of it.