A New Look at Spitting by Merle Hill

A New Look at Spitting

Story by Melre Hill (I had some very nice Images drawn by Suzan Rose but can’t figure out how to link to them)

Here’s a new way I thought of to spit a sow for roasting. I’d first hang you upside down by your feet, with your ankles fastened to a spreader bar to keep your legs spread. Then I’d move you over the point of the spit sticking out of the floor, and with the spit mechanism sunk into the floor in a well. I’d attach each of your wrists to rings sunk into the floor on either side of the well for the spit well. Then I’d raise the spit point up slowly my pressing on the foot pedal controlling my vertical Jessica, and position your mouth over the spit point.

“Here it comes. You’ll need to lick it just like it’s a big dick,” I’d tell you, then I’d have you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

I’d move the spit up slowly while holding your head in line with your neck, and tilting your head backward.

“Here it goes, this is going to be like swallowing the biggest dick ever,” I’d say with a smile, and hold your head still as the spit enters your mouth. I’d move the spit up into you quickly, telling you to swallow to open your throat for the intruding cold steel filling your mouth and throat. I’d stabilize your body as the spit rises up your esophagus, and into your stomach.

“OK, now for the first real trauma. The spit’s in your stomach, and it’s going to to pierce the bottom of your stomach here. Get ready,”

I keep moving the spit up slowly, and I see you grimace as it pierces your stomach, causing you a sharp pain.

“That’s a good girl. Now you’re at the point of no return. You’re a spit roast now for sure.”

I keep moving the spit up slowly through your tummy now, stopping occasionally to press on your lower abdomen to feel where the point is. “We should be getting close to your womb now. Now for the fun part,” I say with a grin.

I pick up some butter, and spread it on your pussy, fingering your pussy lips but avoiding your clit. I push some of the butter into your pussy, forcing it down deep inside your girl parts and toward your cervix. “This is to lube you up to keep you from getting any tears in that sweet pussy of yours” I explain. I feel you reacting to my fingers, and trying to rub your clit against my fingers.

“In due time, my dear. Enjoy the anticipation,” I say withdrawing my fingers.

I resume moving the spit up again through your body, and see you jerk slightly. “That must be the top of your womb my dear,” I say. “Now to pierce your womanhood and bring the spit to your pleasure parts.”

I grab you by the hips and hold you still, and move the spit point up through the fundus of your womb, piercing the top of your uterus and entering your inner sanctum. Then I keep the point moving through your uterus until it forces its way through your tiny cervix. “This is the last and worst part dear. Just hold on.” I hear a muffled cry from your throat, and then I know the spit is through your cervix and into your pussy. I spread your lips apart, and I see the smooth, shiny point emerge from between your labia. “There we go,” I say as the spit keeps moving slowly up, stretching your pussy wide. I let the spit move up until it almost hits the spreader bar holding your ankles.

“Now for the gutting. You’ll like this part.” I pick up my fillet knife, and slice your belly open. I pull out your guts, letting them fall into a large tub on the floor in front of your face. “I know you’ve never seen this part of you before,” I say as your intestines and other organs fall down your front and into the pan. I cut the ends of your intestines loose, and they fall with a wet ploping sound into the tub. I bring over another tub filled with bread and onion stuffing.

“Time to fill you up,” I say. I fill your empty belly with wonderful bread and onion stuffing, then sew your belly up with butcher’s twine. “You look just like a turkey now, my dear,” I say stepping back to admire my work.

Then I release your hands and tie them behind your back. “Just one more treatment to keep your parts from burning on the fire,” I say softly, putting a dab of butter on my fingers rubbing them on your clit. “This is sesame flavored butter to keep your clit moist on the fire.” I work the butter around an on your clit, now stretched tightly against the spit by your spread lips. I feel you trying to rotate your hips against the steel holding your rigid, and then I see your nipples harden and your chest start heaving. I know your cumming now.

“That’s a good spit roast – cumming improves your flavor” I take my fingers away, and release the spit from the Jessica mechanism in the floor. Your body swings free with the spit impaling you. I lower you using the chain suspending the spreader bar, and lay you on a small table. Then I release the spreader bar, and wire your ankles to the spit.

“Now your all ready for the fire, little spit roast.”

I carry you outside to your fate as roasted dinner.