Jill's Chance - Part Three

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The salesman disconnected the chair chains and together, Jack and the man rolled Jill backward. She looked down at her chest and let out a choked cry.

“My god, what have you done to me?” She sobbed. Her breasts throbbed with pain and she saw that she’d gone from one letter size to the next. Her C cup breasts had swollen to D, heavy with injected fluid. A brown liquid dripped from her nipples and she thought back to the girl she’d passed on the way in. Now she knew exactly what that girl had been feeling, the agony of it. She looked up at Jack. 

“Why?” 

Jack didn’t answer and instead helped the salesman free Jill from the chair. He pulled her up, ignoring her tears and after a brief handshake, he pulled her out of the tent and back into the fairground aisle.

Jill was shattered. She cried hard, her mind still wrapped up in the betrayal. She couldn’t help but wonder how she’d failed him, and what was going to happen to her now. Jack still wasn’t saying anything and he grabbed her arm and marched her down the concourse. A moment later he stopped in front of another booth, still holding her by her bound arms. It took a moment for her to realize that Jimmy was standing there in front of her.

“Holy shit! Look at her tits!” Jimmy exclaimed. He looked up at Jack. “Your dad doesn’t do things by halves, does he?” He lifted his finger up and ran it through a thick dollop of barbecue sauce leaking from Jill’s nipple and put it in his mouth.

Jack laughed. “Hardly. But you knew that.” Jack looked around. “Where’s Penny?”

Jimmy hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Getting shredded. I decided how I want her to go so they’re doing the prep work here and then I can roll her over to the grill.”

A sudden piercing scream came from the booth behind him and Jill’s vision cleared as she blinked. She recognized the voice. It was Penny. It had to be. She looked up. Penny was tied hand and foot on a steel table, stretched taut while two men hovered over her. Both of them were holding a small, electric device and a squirt bottle. Jill blinked, watching the men as they would apply the device to a portion of Penny’s body, then after working it around in a few circles, spray the section. Penny screamed again, convulsing.

Jack looked at her with interest, then smiled. “Oh. I see. Cutters.”

Jimmy grinned. “Absolutely. The PC stands for paper cuts. They can’t use actual paper, so a series of fine blades slices her up and then they check to make sure they’ve done a good job by…”

“Spraying her with lemon juice,” finished Jack. “That’s brilliant. So you’re going to have her grilled?”

Jimmy nodded. “Better than that bitch deserves. Still it’s the most excruciating way to go I can find.”

Jack considered that. “Have you considered the immersion circulator? I hear that’s very popular now.”

Jimmy snorted. “Hell now. I want flames! I can’t see how stuffing her into a vacuum sealed bag and letting her soak in a pool of hot water is going to be better than lying on a grate over a bed of hot coals.”

Jack laughed. “Except you can put things in the bag with her. Like lemon.”

Jimmy blinked. “Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.”

Jack clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I know.” He glanced over at Jill. Tears still flowed down her cheeks but at least she was silent. “Look, I’m going to take Jill here over to one of the satisfaction tents for a quick fuck before we go for lunch. How about I meet you over at the kitchens, okay?”

Jimmy nodded. “Sure.” He gestured at Penny, whose throat had closed up in silent agony. “They’ll be done in about twenty more minutes.” He grinned. “I asked them to do her labia too.”

Jack blinked. “You are cruel, you know?”

Jimmy smiled. “Yeah. Have a good fuck.” He looked at Jill. “You were fun I guess. Sorry your day is going to end like this, but hey… a man’s gotta eat.”

Jill stared at him until Jack tugged her away. She let him propel her along the concourse, her steps wooden. She stared ahead, completely in shock until Jack pushed her into a large blue tent. Inside were small pallets, each fitted with a padded cushion. Most of the spots were occupied by couples in the middle of sexual copulation. Almost in every case the woman was on the bottom.

Jack found an empty mat and lowered Jill gently. She sat on the edge of the pallet as he moved behind her, sitting softly. She felt his fingers begin to untie her wrists and elbows and a moment later she groaned as her arms came free. She expected her shoulders to ache, but the hurt in her breasts was still too intense for her to mind whatever minor pain her shoulders was reporting. She sniffed once as Jack stood and removed his trousers, followed by his boxers.

“Lay back,” he told her.

Jill did, but it was only due to her training, the rote obedience that Castleberry Farms had ingrained into her. Ever since she was little the orders of a man had been law. Punishments had been swift; a hard spanking, or if one was truly naughty, having your legs drawn apart and a leather sap brought down on your sex. Girls at Castleberry Farm knew how to obey. She spread her legs as she laid back and Jack knelt down between her knees. His cock was rock hard and without even a word of softness, he jammed himself into her wet cleft, driving himself deep. Jill groaned at the sudden intrusion, but any pleasure the coupling might have given her was lost in the still throbbing hurt of her breasts. Her nipples leaked barbecue sauce and she could feel it trickling down the now bloated and bulging curves of her bosom.

Jack maneuvered his legs, forcing hers together so that he straddled her. Jill let out another soft whimper as he lowered himself down until his chest grazed hers. Barbecue sauce smeared across his torso.

“I guess I should apologize,” he said softly, thrusting into her with regular movements. His voice was calm and steady. “I’m sorry that you were led to believe that this was a test or an interview. When I picked you up this morning I’d actually bought you. I requested the dress because I happen to like women in sexually appealing clothing.” He hips ground against hers.

Jill stared up at him. “I was an Alternate,” she whispered. Jack smiled and nodded. “Yes you were. Except there was a reason you were an Alternate, Jill. You’ve got the body, but you’re too clingy. Breeders have to be calm and collected. They’re practically ignored for months at a time, where all they focus on is staying fit and bringing the baby to term.” He punctuated each sentence with another slow, thorough thrust. “I bought you with the intention of using you to see my dad’s invention in action.”

Jill bit her lip. “So when you fucked me this morning on the car and came inside me…”

Jack nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t realize you’d misinterpret that. I came inside you because…”

She began crying. “Because you knew you were going to kill me this afternoon.”

The pace of Jack’s thrusts into Jill’s loins picked up. “Hey now, this is what you were intended for.”

Jill looked away. “I was an Alternate. I wanted babies…” she sobbed. Jack’s steady fucking had little effect on her. She could barely feel it.

“I know this is hard on you, but you need to know that I really admire you,” he said. His thick member slid through her wetness eagerly, seeking deeper. His voice became rougher, manlier. “You were so helpful and eager. I’ll be honest, if I didn’t already have a breeder assigned to me, I’d have considered you.”

Jill looked up at him. Tears still pooled in her eyes. “Really?” she begged him. “Really? Do you mean that, Master?” Jack nodded and she could tell he was straining to hold back. “You would have taken me to bear your children?”

He struggled as his climax loomed and he gasped out. “Yes, damn it. Yes!”

Jill reached up, grabbed Jack and pulled him down to her chest. Pain flashed through her as his weight crushed her boobs and she felt a spurt of sauce squeeze out of the holes his father’s machine had left in her nipples. 

“Then take me, Master!” She cried out willfully. “Take me for your pleasure.”

Jack gasped and with no more holding back, pounded hard at her loins, his frame moving up and down frantically. He felt her breasts oozing with sauce and then he cried out in release, pumping his own creamy froth into her depths. He collapsed on her in relief, eliciting a pain ridden cry from Jill, but she held him against her agony. A moment later he lifted himself up, pulling his softening member from her depths. He sat up and looked down at himself.

“Gods, what a mess,” he muttered.

Barbecue sauce was everywhere. Her entire body was smeared with it, as was his. He tried to wipe some of it off, but was relatively unsuccessful. Finally he let out a laugh, shrugged, and wiped his hand off on Jill’s thigh, cleaning some of the sauce off. He grabbed his trousers and boxers and stood up, offering Jill his other hand.

“Come on,” he said. “There’s a restroom next door. I need to get cleaned up.” Jill let him pull her to her feet and she followed him obediently as they left the tent. A restroom was located next door, one of the few solid and permanent structures to the fairground and Jill followed Jack into the unisex bathroom. Jill, who had never been in one of these bathrooms before, gaped in astonishment.

The first thing she noticed was that near the entrance almost a dozen girls were kneeling against the wall. For the most part they were unbound, except for a pair of steel bars that ran horizontally in front of them, just above and below breast height. Each girl’s bosom was mashed by those bars, which looked adjustable where they were attached to the wall, and each girl had her breasts secured to the steel beams with leather cordage. Some of the girls were wearing clothespins on their nipples and clit, and even down their labia. A man stood nearby holding a bowl full of clothespins. But the really odd thing was that most of the men, after washing their hands, came over and got blowjobs. Jill watched as one man climaxed, filling the mouth of one of the kneeling girls. He then went and purchased a clothespin and went back, putting it on the girl’s labia, since her nipples and clit were already similarly occupied.

Jack pulled her around the corner and they entered the main restroom facility. Jill’s eyes widened in alarm. All of the toilets had women in them. Not using the toilets. But actually built into the ceramic basins. One girl, whose face and hair was drenched with urine, literally sat in a custom made ceramic bowl. It was clear she was mounted on a buzzing phallus, since Jill could see it pulsing between her legs at the bottom of the basin, glistening with fluid. The girls breasts were stuck in two holes so that both were exposed, providing targets other than her face. Her arms were completely unseen, but Jill suspected that the girl was tied up behind the ceramic frame. Her legs stuck out along the sides. A man was standing in front of her, aiming his cock at her face and a stream of hot piss struck her dead on. Jill watched in disgust as the girl opened her mouth and began drinking as much as possible. And worse, there was a line of these urinals, each one filled with a girl.

“Oh my God,” Jill said, going slightly green. Jack looked around. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry about this. We won’t be in here long. I just need to use the washbasin.” He went to one of the sinks as Jill stood there, staring. Along the far wall were the bowl style toilets. Each one had a girl positioned on her back, bare legs and feet up in the air, so that the seat of crapper opened up right above her face. The rest of each girl went back toward the water reservoir and their legs were secured up along the sides. Jill was too frightened of what she might see if she moved closer. But she couldn’t help it. The girl’s head was slick and wet, but not covered with feces. That confused Jill until she saw another man get up after defecating. She looked and saw that when he flushed the toilet, a hard swirling spray cleaned off the girl’s head, and from the curl of the girl’s bare toes, probably activated some sort of sexual stimulation. With a sick fascination she took a few steps further in and spotted another line of urinals. These were designed differently than the first head to floor type. Each station was nothing more than a ceramic basin on a post, with the girl kneeling behind it, her face strapped into the opening at the back of the bowl. She was positioned over a catch tray and a pair of nipple clamps were attached to each girl, then wrapped around the drain post. It was patently clear that when the bowl was flushed, or any fluid deposited for that matter, the liquid would go straight down the drain and pour out onto her chest. It was quite possibly the grossest thing Jill had ever seen. They literally sat in pools of piss, dripping with it. Thank God the bathroom was well ventilated.

“Um, Master?” She asked quietly, moving toward the sink. 

“Yes?” Jack said, turning toward her.

Jill gestured down at her body. The barbecue marinade leaking from her abused, swollen, and reddened breasts had left smears all up and down her body. “Did you want me to wash up too?”

Jack laughed. “Heck no. You look fantastic. Almost ready to eat in fact!”

Jill blushed and looked away. Instead she began looking at the girls who were stuck in the toilet bowls. Something wasn’t quite right about them. Then she realized that the girls weren’t exactly attractive. They weren’t ugly, not by any means, but one had undersized breasts, another a strange birthmark on her side. And the one girl who she could see, whose face was inside the toilet bowl? Well, Jill couldn’t see what was wrong with her, but she couldn’t imagine any Grade A Prime girl being placed in such a position. She looked back at Jack who was just finishing up. He smiled at her, then held up a finger. He walked over to one of the free urinals and to Jill’s shock, actually stuck his dick in the girl’s mouth.

Jill’s eyes widened as the toilet girl clearly began giving Jack a blowjob. His eyes closed in pleasure and Jill suddenly, inexplicably, felt a surge of jealousy.  A flurry of anger, not at Jack, but at the toilet girl, flashed through her. Then, just as she was about to march over there and inform her master that she could do a better job, Jack began pissing. While still inside the girl’s mouth. The toilet girl gagged as urine spilled out from between her lips, pouring down the inside of the bowl and sloshing over her tits. It was clear she tried to swallow, but Jack was prolific. Jill froze and watched in fascinated disgust. It was mesmerizing and she didn’t know why. Then Jack pulled back, shook off his cock, and turned back to the sink. He didn’t bother to tuck himself away, which seemed odd to Jill. He washed his hands and then beckoned her to follow. 

Jack went straight to the line of cocksucking girls and he nodded at Jill. “They’re the cockwashers. They’ll suck anything unpleasant off your cock.”

Jill started to wrap her arms around her chest but then stopped as the movement of her arms only made her breasts ache horribly. “What are the clothespins for?” She asked.

Jack grinned. “Oh, the girl with the most doesn’t have to be a toilet during the next carnival and ends up back on the cockwasher line.” Then one of the cockwasher girls was open and Jack moved up. For the second time he was given a blowjob, though as before, the end result was not climax, but cleaning. Jill turned and stared at the wall, unable to handle either the picturesque sight of another girl sucking on Jack, or the disgusting and what she felt was inhumane torments. It didn’t matter if all the girls were stuffed with vibrators or even if they were sitting on sybians! It just wasn’t right!

Jack finished but he didn’t look pleased and he pulled back and zipped up his fly. He stalked over to the man on the stool, pointed back at the girl and then quietly told the bathroom attendant that he’d felt teeth. The bathroom attendant apologized and went over to the offending girl. Without a word the man began ripping off the dozen or so clothespins from her body, putting them back in the bowl as the girl began sobbing. Jack nodded with satisfaction and then turned toward the doorway and grabbed Jill’s elbow on the way out. She went along willingly, a shiver going down her spine as they left the bathroom. 

“Why was that girl’s clothespins removed?” Jill asked curiously as soon as they were outside.

Jack frowned. “I felt teeth. They’re supposed to be better trained than that.” He shrugged. “So I told the attendant. He punished her by taking away all the clothespins.” Jack turned back toward PC and Lemons, the booth where they had left Jimmy and the unfortunate Penny. Jill tried to keep her eyes on Jack, but again, as they passed each open tent front, she saw a variety of activities that would once have horrified her, but after what had happened to her own boobs, not to mention the even more disgusting life of a bathroom slut, now seemed mundane.

One booth offered death by asphyxiation, triggered by orgasmic explosion. Jill watched as a young girl, already crying, was led to the death chair where she was forced down on the double set of dildoes. Straps were placed around her neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, but as the stirring vibration between her legs began to move her, Jill knew that the strap around the girl’s neck was already tightening. Another girl was on her back, strapped down to a table while her master stood at the end, fucking her silently. Repeatedly her air was cut off and Jill wondered how long it would take. She almost wished Jack would snuff her like that.

Another tent had an entire row of electrified dildoes. Five girls from the crowd were selected and ushered up, only to be told that four of them would make it down alive. Their hands were bound to the wall behind them and heavy leather belts wrapped across their waists. Like the water drowning game, this one too had buckets for coins and Jill could see that the girl with the most money would have the electricity being jacked into her sex reduced. Even Jack slowed down as the game started up and all five of the girls began bouncing and crying out, trying to act sexy and get donations while enduring the steadily increasing torment of pain.

“Heh,” Jack said, gesturing at the lineup. “You handled way more when I had you at the Lickety Split booth.”

Jill nodded. “Yes, Master.”

They moved on. Finally they made it back to where they’d last seen Jimmy and Jill was shocked to see that he was still there. He had a cart in front of him and as Jack and Jill approached Jill realized that the cart was supporting a metal frame. Inside, locked immobile between the bars was Penny.

Jill gasped. Penny was unconscious. Her body was smeared with blood and bruises and her skin just looked wrong. It had reddened almost everywhere and she literally looked like some sort of alien. Most of it was inflamed and swollen. The worst parts were her sex and breasts, though Jill suspected that Penny’s bottom, and even the soles of her feet had gotten treatment just as bad. 

“Good lord,” Jack said. “What the hell did you have done to her?”

Jimmy grinned. “Every inch of Penny’s skin had been cut, just down to three millimeters. Enough to hurt like hell, but as you can see, most of the actual bleeding has stopped. She’s still very much alive. So now we roll her over to the kitchens where she will be roused by another bath of lemon and rosemary wash, and then, when she’s done screaming, we will hoist her over a charcoal pit and watch her skin crackle and crisp deliciously. After which I will enjoy a moist, lemon pepper cunt with Penny tit brisket on the side.”

“Decidedly cruel and evil,” Jack said with a grin of approval. “Shall we?” He gestured down the concourse for Jimmy to take the lead and he fell in behind Jimmy, taking Jill’s arm in the process.

“And what of me?” Jill asked in a small, frightened voice.

Jack looked down at her. “Well, it’s almost over for you little one.”

Jill bit her lip. “Is it going to hurt?”

Jack shrugged. “There is some pain, but the chefs try to make sure that each girl goes out with a big bang.” His eyes tracked down to Penny. “At least the ones that deserve it.”

Jill grabbed Jack’s hand. “Please sir, considering all of this…” She waved her hand across the concourse, indicating all the fair. “Every girl deserves it.”

Jack frowned. “Jill, I’m not even sure Penny is capable of having an orgasm anymore. Those slicers would have cut her clit to smithereens. Jimmy would have made sure of it.”

Jill looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. Jack let out a frustrated groan. “Okay. Tell you what. I’ll insist she’s stuffed with cooking balls. Okay? Those vibrate inside the girl until butchering.”

Jill smiled through her tears and she hugged Jack’s arm. “Thank you, Master! She can have mine if necessary.”

Jack shook his head. “No. That won’t be necessary. I don’t think you will need them.”

A moment later they turned another corner and Jack and Jill followed along behind Jimmy. Jill could barely stand the horrors that stood before her. Almost immediately they passed a Japanese demonstration of katana butchering. A tender little Oriental girl was brought out, dressed in schoolgirl clothing, her eyes wide and frightened at the splatters of blood all around her. She began speaking in a pleading tone, first to the three men who stood by her, then to the crowd, but no one seemed to speak her language. Then the man with the katana nodded and the two men who had brought the girl up on the stage from back began tearing off her clothes.

Jill knew that Asian girls generally looked much younger than they were, but this girl had to be at the limits of legality. She had delicate arching hips and her legs were smooth and narrow, but her breasts were barely buds. She clearly hadn’t been expecting the forceful removal of her clothes and she fought, screaming as she fell to the ground. The crowd around Jill cheered as the girl’s blue plaid skirt and white blouse were thrown to the audience, leaving the now naked schoolgirl wearing just the dark blue knee high socks and her pumps. Then she was pulled to her feet, tears streaming down each cheek, only to be held open so that the man with the sword could touch her. It was a tender movement, which belied the cruelty to follow, but the girl let out a quiet sob as the man ran his fingers down across her body. He nodded to the two men who then knelt and began removing the girl’s socks and shoes. A moment later Jill saw her tiny feet, much smaller than what was normal on western girls. Her large, almond shaped eyes looked out in desperation at the crowd, but saw nothing but eagerness. Then the men tossed her shoes and socks aside, grabbed her wrists, and pulled her back against the bamboo frame that waited at the rear of the stage. She was lifted to hang by her wrists, but then they lashed her ankles to the bottom crossbar. In seconds she couldn’t move, her breasts and loins thrust forward by an awkwardly placed cross beam that centered across her lower back. Her hands and wrists were bound tightly with hemp and she continued begging in her own language. 

The man with the katana snapped out a sharp command and the two men picked up thin, bamboo switches. One started at her upper left arm, working his way down over her bicep, into the tender and very sensitive flesh where her arm met her torso, only to continue on down over her small and delicate breasts. The other began at her right foot, hitting the tops of her toes hard, then repeating the same blow over and over as the switch seemed to crawl up her body, leaving rows of ladder like welts against her skin. In the middle the two men met and crossed each other, leaving the girl screaming against the agony of it and a cut or two appeared, small trickles of blood seeping down her flesh. Then the man who had started at her foot went up over her breasts again, struck her nipples hard and fast, and then began focusing on her right underarm. The other went downward, making her squeal and her toes curl. 

When the light caning was done the two men put aside their switches. A pair of bamboo chopsticks were brought out and quickly placed upon the poor schoolgirl’s nipples, except instead of being placed on horizontally, Jill noticed that the chopstick clamps had been attached at an angle, pointing inward toward the girl’s sex. Then two heavy weights were tied with string to the outside end of the clamp. Jill winced as the girl screamed when the weights forced the clamps to rotate through another forty-five degrees, twisting the poor girl’s nipples frightfully. The two men grabbed the bamboo frame the schoolgirl was bound. With practiced movements they rotated it, turning the girl upside down, but still facing the crowd. She cried out as the blood rushed to her head and her nipples twisted in the opposite direction, but Jill doubted that it could possibly hurt more than the welts inflicted upon her body. Then the two men picked up their birch weapons again, and this time began landing excruciating blows across the bottoms of the girl’s feet. Thin red lines appeared and the first real splatters of blood fell as the sharp canes bit into the Asian girl’s tender arches.

She screamed of course, and Jill heard every single aching note of it. Then the two men switched targets again, beating her pussy, one after another, until her labia looked like raw meat and crimson began streaking her flesh. The girl’s screams had faded to hoarse croaks and it was only then that the man with the sword stepped up. He positioned himself carefully, raised the sword, and went to work. The first cut went straight into the girl’s sex, slicing right up the middle, gutting her deeply from rectum to sternum. Blood exploded from her and Jill gagged as the butchered Asian girl’s inside began to spill out. Things… slithered, still wet and pulsing and the girl’s body went rigid. The man with the sword began cutting and even more entrails came out. Blood sheeted down the girl’s front, over her breasts and face and she spluttered, trying to breathe through her own life’s fluid gushing out. 

Then with a single swing of his sword he separated her head from her shoulders and it thunked loudly, hitting the stage before rolling over to the side. The girl’s eyes blinked, the mouth opening and closing as the reality of what had just happened sunk in. Fifteen seconds later the glaze of death came and Jill put her hand across her mouth. A moment later the Japanese butcher had separated the hocks and the ribs and the two men were piling the offal and other organs for use elsewhere.

“Efficient,” Jack said as Jill looked on in shocked horror. There was nothing she could say. Then he pulled her forward and she caught sight of Jimmy as he rolled the cart bearing Penny right up to one of the many outdoor kitchens. This one sported almost ten brick grills, most of them holding either a girl similarly trussed up in a steel frame like Penny or a beauty rotating on the more exotic and erotic looking spits. Most of them were still moving, undulating slowly as if fucking the spits that perforated their entire bodies. Jill stared, entranced.

“Yes,” Jack said simply. Jimmy waved and got the attention of one of the cooks. 

“Hi! Yes. This one needs to be basted in lemon and rosemary, ungagged, and then tossed on the grill for a good searing.”

The cook eyed the braided brunette and grinned. “Yeah, we can accommodate you. But it will be about twenty more minutes. We only have three grills that handle that kind of grate.”

Then Jack took Jill's arm and pushed her forward. “Then how about a spitting? I’d like the full orgasmic one, with a clit probe.”

The cook’s eyes widened. “That costs a bit extra sir,” he warned. Jack shook his head. 

“I don’t care,” he replied. Jill turned up to look at him and she sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye. 

“I’m not sure if I should love you or hate, so I’m going to love you,” she whispered.

Jack smiled. “It has been wonderful getting to know you,” he said honestly. “You have truly been one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

Jill sniffed and smiled. Then she took his hand and pressed it to her still oozing breast. Pain flashed across her face and when she let him go a perfect imprint of her nipple was left in barbecue marinade across his palm. Then she backed away, rounded Penny’s cart, and stepped up to the waiting chef.

The cook led her into the middle of the room and he made a few remarks to some of the other chefs about her marinade. He touched her breasts once, but her wince and soft cry of pain made it clear that she’d been well tenderized. Then he pushed her over to a strange metal frame. Jill was asked to kneel and her legs, just below the knees, were strapped down. Then she was bent over a padded roll that was adjusted to her hips. Two sets of straps were used this time, one just beneath her buttocks and the other across the small of her back. Jill held still, trying to focus on ignoring her throbbing tits. Laying across the frame, putting her arms down made her breasts dangle and the gentle swaying as she breathed just made them hurt in an entirely different way. Then the cook began securing both her wrists and her upper forearms. A minute later Jill realized she couldn’t move at all. Not even an inch. No matter how she strained the steel frame, which was mounted to a concrete block, didn’t budge. Lastly the cook lifted her head and their eyes met.

“You are very pretty and he must love you a lot,” the cook said softly.

“Really?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. The cook nodded. “You’re about to have the big O. The last orgasm. Are you ready?”

Jill swallowed. “I… I guess so. Yes. Yes I’m ready.” She said, her voice trembling.

The cook nodded and brought up a chin rest. It pressed against her jaw and then he made her open her mouth for a ring gag. The spider-like device split her lips and Jill groaned as the ache seeped down through her neck. But then the cook approached. He took a small vial filled with a silver liquid and he tipped it into her mouth. Jill was forced to swallow it and it went down cold and refreshing. 

“Enjoy your last fuck,” he said softly. Then he moved to where Jill couldn’t see him. Something soft was pressed against her clitoris and it began moving in soft and gentle circles. It felt… like a tongue. Jill sighed. It was nice to feel something pleasurable after so much pain. Then she felt something else, something vaguely cock like. It was hard, but warm and it pressed into her sex, slipping through her folds. It stopped only an inch or two in, just enough to open her, not that she could have done anything about it in the first place. She had no ability to thrust back, or reposition herself. Then the hard thing inside her began moving. The pace was slow. Thrust an inch inward, withdraw one, thrust two inches, withdraw one, then another. Jill moaned as the depth of each penetration deepened until she felt comfortably full, only to moan as it went shallow once more. She felt a spurt of oil, of added lubrication being poured on her bottom and she felt someone’s fingers begin massaging her sphincter. It wasn’t the sort of thing you’d expect from a cook. It was sweet, like a lover’s touch. Jill groaned as the finger managed to slide into her bottom up to the first knuckle. Just enough to tease her. For the first time she understood why some of the girls love anal sex. Done right…

The massager on her clit began increasing the tempo of the soft circular motions and Jill felt a shudder try to make its way down her spine. It failed but she managed to curl her toes, the arches of her bare feet bending as waves of pleasure finally forced the still throbbing agony of her swollen and pierced breasts to fade into the background. The knuckle in her ass began sliding in and out gently, never forcefully and some of the thrusts of the hard phallus in her pussy began to come at a faster, but welcome pace. Then the man fingering her bottom pushed in his whole digit and she gasped, stiffening in the frame. But it didn’t hurt. She had no idea why and just lost herself to the sweet bliss being inflicted upon her body. 

Both the finger in her bottom and thick phallus pumped with deliberate speed and even though Jill suddenly wanted them to go faster, they kept the same steady sweet pulse. Suddenly she whined, feeling a surge of desperation. Something… something had to give. She had to have more! She began tensing and tightening her bottom around the finger, trying to indicate to the man who was still thrusting his digit into her rectum that she wanted more. Could take more. But the steady fucking just went on. She didn’t realize it until a few more wanton minutes had passed, but the tempo had increased. Incrementally. It was faster, more eager. She wished she could speak. She wanted the man to put his cock in her bottom, the hell with a knobby and short finger. She tried to say it, but the sounds came out garbled. Drool spilled from her bottom lip down her chin and she tried to shake her head, but the bonds held her in place. 

A piercing scream interrupted Jill’s sweet reverie, but physically she was incapable of stopping by that point. Her blood pressure had already spiked and her breathing had become labored as the spitting machine and chef worked their magic. As Jill listened to excruciating screams of some other girl being tortured, she suddenly realized that she was there. This was it. The big orgasm. Everything was about to end. The pounding in her pussy again increased and she let out a startled gasp as the penetrative depth of the dildo became deeper. There was a new sensation, a dark ache as it pounded up past her cervix. She would have objected, but the sweet euphoria of the clitoral stimulation mixed up all the signals. Her body both cried out and swooned at the same time. Her eyes widened as her hormones suddenly dumped a mixture of adrenaline and endorphins into her bloodstream and her heart sped up. She heard Penny’s screams of agony and her brain pictured the fiery brunette jerking wildly in the steel cage as her tortured body was brushed with the lemon oil. Still the sounds of it faded as her orgasms exploded in her brain, her vision going white. And then, just as her pulse peaked the phallus pumping into her sex plunged deep.

A shard of white heat burst inside her, a pain she’d never before experienced but was whitewashed by the orgasm she was still experiencing. Her body jerked and she suddenly found it hard to suck in a breath. A strange pressure burst up through her neck and then she felt something tear. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before but she screamed, only to realize that she couldn’t get any of the air out. Something filled the back of her throat and as she desperately tried to expel the air in her lungs she began frantically trying to speak. 

Then the steel tip of the spit emerged, pushing through the ring gag and out of her mouth. Jill’s eyes widened in shock as it slid, bloody but slick and smooth away from her. She couldn’t believe it. Had she been spitted? Already? Why wasn’t she dead? Then suddenly the air in her lungs was expelled forcefully and she screamed, the sound muffled by the steel coming out of her mouth. She saw tiny holes drilled along the spit and she realized it was bored so that she could continue breathing, as expertly a designed machine as the one Jack had used on her tits. The pain started to fade slightly and she took a deep breath. Or tried to. She began choking and she panicked, trying to jerk but the bonds continued to hold her tight. She realized the finger in her bottom was gone, as was the massager against her clitoris and she blinked as tears filled her eyes.

The cook began unstrapping her, only to pull her arms tight behind her back. Jill had no strength to fight it and her legs were still strapped down. Wire bindings were wrapped around her wrist and Jill could feel them cutting into her flesh. She heard a metal rasping noise and it seemed to come from within her. Then she felt something press against her bottom. With a groan, she closed her eyes as something thin, long, and hard penetrated into her rump. She tightened again, but it started vibrating a moment later and some of the earlier sensation of sexual energy began to charge her again.

But then something touched her clit. It was soft but hard at the same time. She felt it bite down on her, then pull on her clit. Jill whimpered, her clit literally pulled out from between her petals. More clamps secured her thick outer labia, opening up her pussy so that the pink and soft interior was open. A vibration suddenly began translating into her clit and she moaned again. She moved her arms, her breasts swinging and then she felt fingers freeing her legs. Her bare feet were drawn upward and grasped firmly, only to feel the same bite of steel cable securing her to the spit. Frustrated, hurting and desperate, she thrust out with her feet, sliding a good ten inches further down the spit. 

“Whoa girl! Save that for the fire!” the cook chuckled. Jill let out a mournful cry. Oddly enough the phallus in her ass had stayed inside her while whatever had hold of her clitoris had also stayed latched on. The cook pulled her back down and Jill shivered. Why did that feel so good? She began thrusting her hips, wriggling on the spit and realized that she was getting horny again. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t believe it. Was it true? Did spitted girls really fuck the spit for hours over the flames?

The stimulation being sent into her clitoris made it practically impossible for her stay still and her hips began a slow, sensuous dance as she tried to find both a comfortable place and one that promised release.  Unlike the first stimulation, this one was so slow that she could barely sense movement, only knowing that she had become aroused, inexplicably, again. Then to her shock the cook appeared in her vision, counted to three, and then hefted her by the spit into the air.

It felt little different to her and she saw that they had put her on some sort of cart with a makeshift crank. Her clit still trembled from whatever torment they had done to her, but then came something that was even more horrible. Stiff brushes were brought out and Jill jerked as a tingling oil was liberally brushed all over her body. It tickled more than anything and they put it everywhere, even brushing it over her opened labia and inner parts. She felt the oil oozing between her toes and they even pried her fingers apart and made sure that the webs were coated. Finally the chef took special care to paint her face.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly. Jill did and she felt him dab the oil on her eyelids.

She tried to ask what they were painting on her, but the chef seemed to know her question. “It's a special cooking oil. It transfers heat more slowly so that you’ll heat up more evenly.” He paused. “It also means you’ll suffer much, much longer. I’ve seen girls fuck the spit for hours.” Jill whimpered. “Yes. And you’re going to be one of them I’ll bet. You’re feisty. You’ve got spirit.

“I’m an Alternate,” she wanted to say. “I was going to be a breeder…”

“Now the barbecue sauce. Don’t worry. This won’t tickle as much,” and then the brushes danced over her once more. Jill closed her eyes, trying to understand, to make it right. She shouldn’t feel this way, like she was being torn and like she was being gently made love to. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Fast and sudden. Sweet darkness. Not hours of painful, loving suffering. She wasn’t supposed to want the spit, to wriggle her sweet little ass up and down it, making it hurt all the more. The cook poured a cup full of cooking oil into her hair, wetting every part of it. Then he bound it up at the nape of her neck, pinning it with a steel chopstick. 

The cart began to move and she saw the charcoal pit. Her eyes focused on the heat shimmering off the glowing briquettes, dancing flames of purple and turquoise filling her tear filled eyes. She couldn’t help thrusting, her body sliding up and down on the spit, her breasts swinging. Then the spit was heaved up and she felt the first wave of heat. She saw the end settle in its tray, the glow of fire below her and the sweltering incalescence enfolded her. She didn’t feel as if she were burning, but instead felt as if she’d stepped into a hot bath, the waters lapping at her every part. Then her eyes began to dry out and she quickly shut them. Her tears spilled out from under the lashes but she never felt them slide down her cheeks. The moisture vaporized.

Because the air she drew through the carbon spit was drawn from the very end it was cool and she was able to breathe. Only seconds had passed but for Jill it felt as if her breasts had hung down above the flames for a lifetime. Just as the heat felt as if it would sear and burn her, her body began rotating, the narrow phallus in her ass operating as some sort of attachment that kept her moving with the spit, instead of allowing it to rotate inside her. Whatever was attached to her clit, sending vibrations into her sex, kept time, keeping the little nub pulled taut. A wave of heat washed over her back and she sighed in relief as it spared her front. Face up she tried opening her eyes again, but immediately had to close them as the pain of the heat seared what little moisture she had left.

Jack stood twenty feet away, watching the luscious little blonde girl he’d abused and fucked writhe and shudder on the spit. Her body rotated and for a moment Jack wished he’d used a clear sauce. Her body looked amazing rotating above the shimmering coals, but would have looked even better glistening with just oil. The bottoms of her cute little feet were the only thing that hadn’t gotten painted with the barbecue sauce and she was still moving.

Jimmy tapped his arm. “Look. They’re getting ready baste her.”

Jack looked over at the table where Penny, still in her cage, lay quietly crying. She’d woken a moment before and her skin appeared to have a scaly pattern from where she’d been sliced. It had to be agonizing but Penny was clearly holding up well. At least until the cook stepped over her. The cooking oil was infused with lemon and rosemary and Jack suddenly wished he’d gone with that option. It went on clear and in seconds Penny was thrashing in the flat cage, the inch or two of side to side motion the steel bars allowed her enough for her to really move. The cook looked frustrated for a moment, then reached behind him and pulled a long spiked steel rod out of a nearby bin. He slid it through a circular opening in the steel cage, one positioned between Penny’s spread legs and jammed the tapered end into her pussy. Penny screamed, but it held her in place and stopped the back and forth movement. A second skewer, this one thin and only two feet long was shoved unceremoniously through both of the braided brunette’s tits and the fight just seemed to seep out of her. As she whimpered the cook poured the oil down on her body and began brushing it in. She let out a long, low, mournful cry that rose to a fever pitch and then became an agonized wail. Jack winced. Each one of the cuts on Penny was only a few millimeters deep, but he knew the oil was seeping into each one, and the citric acid was burning like hell. Penny’s screams were signal enough and after a minute of being basted her throat began to close up.

Jimmy stood nearby, bouncing eagerly. It was clear that he was loving every second of it and as soon as the chef was done oiling Penny he nodded his head. “Yeah. Throw her right on the grill. Don’t fuck around. Burn the bitch.”

Penny, whose head was rolling left and right, didn’t even seem to realize that the cage holding her had been picked up. Her breasts stuck up out through the top of the bars, small trickles of blood smeared across her skin from both the cuts and where the skewer had emerged from the sides of each breast. Then she saw the fire, bright orange and blue flames riding high, unlike the bed of coals that Jill was still turning and wriggling over. Jack glanced back at his own darling girl who was slowly but surely fucking her spit. 

“No! Please! Oh God! No! Please kill me first! Please don’t! No! Oh My GOD! FUCK! NO! FUCK YOU! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO AAAAAGGGHGHHHHHH!” Her face and front glowed orange and the grill dropped into place. The flames splashed up over her breasts, torso and legs, and immediately the sauce coating her began to brown, smoking. Penny found her voice again, shrieking as she struggled inside the cage. The post in her sex rattled as she fought. The heat was terrific and her hands grabbed the bars around her and pulled, desperate to escape. She screamed again but the heat tore her voice away and Jack saw that her eyebrows and eyelashes had already been burned away. Her eyes were closed and her nipples were beginning to tighten and smoke.

She made no further sounds and stopped moving after less than forty seconds on the fire, the flames curling around her body. Jimmy watched until he was sure that she was dead.

“Here’s my card,” Jimmy said, handing it to the cook. “Just page me when she’s ready. Okay?”

The chef nodded and pocketed the card and Jimmy looked back over at Jack. “Hey, here’s an idea. Why don’t we go over to my dad’s company tent and go pick out two new girls?”  

Jack’s eyebrow went up. “You buying?”

Jimmy laughed. “In my way. You know that.”

Jack rubbed his jaw, his eyes going back to Jill. She was still moving as she rotated on the spit, her cute little barbecued butt clenching and thrusting against the anal probe. Jack glanced back over at Jimmy. “And do what?”

Jimmy grinned. “You remember my twenty-first birthday? How we went to Bourbon Street in New Orleans?”

Jack groaned. “How could I forget? So you want us to get drunk and puke on the girls?”

“Ha. Funny. No. The idea was one beer in every bar. Right? So we get the two new girls and we do every booth on Spunk Street.”

That made Jimmy pause. “Every booth? Do you have any idea what that would do to them?” 

Jimmy nodded. 

“Okay. I can go with that. Let’s go see what your dad’s company has on hand.”

Jack turned to the chef and pointed at Jill. “That one is mine. I’d like the brisket boxed up for me and delivered, but I’d like to be paged when the cunt fillet is done.” He handed over his card. The chef took the information and smiled.

“You got it sir. I’ll make sure she cooks tenderly,” he said.

“And slowly,” Jack replied. “I want her to suffer for hours. Okay?”

The chef nodded with a grin. “Absolutely sir. I’ll keep her spinning and put a new layer of oil on her in another thirty minutes or so.”

Jack smiled. “Good man.” He clapped the chef on the shoulder and then turned back to Jimmy. “After you, sir.” He gestured.

Jimmy led the way and about five minutes later they were standing in front of the Mitchell Corporation booth. Jimmy went straight in, Jack following and both men headed toward the “employees only” section in the back. Jimmy went out to a trailer parked just outside the tent and knocked on the door. A man, dressed in a blue jumpsuit opened the door and Jack could see the sudden look of consternation. 

“Mr. Mitchell, come for another girl I suppose?” The man said in a neutral tone.

“Two actually, Marcus. One for me and one for my friend.”

Marcus sighed and nodded, trying to be patient. “The thing is, we don’t have any more of the kinds of girls you usually like sir. I only brought about a dozen spares and everyone else has already been taken. In fact, the girl you chose this morning had been specifically selected by Jason Spooner and he was not happy that she wasn’t here and I had to take the…”

Jimmy held up his hand. “Just bring out two girls. As long as they’re both Grade A Prime, we don’t care.”

Marcus looked affronted but shut up. He nodded and disappeared back into the trailer.

“You aren’t making any friends,” Jack said quietly. “That man really dislikes you.”

Jimmy shrugged. “He’s a peon who is lucky I even know his name.”

Jack shook his head. “In the end we are all peons Jimmy. You should treat everyone with respect and try not to make their lives harder.”

Jimmy stared at him until the door of the trailer opened and two young girls came bouncing down the steps. Both were absolutely stark naked, wearing nothing but simple bondage collars, each sporting the Mitchell company logo. Jimmy’s eyebrow went up as the two girls came down. Both were ridiculously short, with breasts on the smaller end of the spectrum.

“Marcus?” Jimmy said incredulously. “Are these girls even of age?” He demanded.

The girl on the left, who had black hair styled in a short pixie cut grinned. “Of course I am. Last week.”  The girl, a strawberry blond whose hair stuck out on either side of her head in pigtails, laughed. “Me too.”

Marcus spread his hands. “This is it. They’re all like this. I know you like more seasoned girls, but this is literally all I’ve got left.”

Jack studied the strawberry blonde. She had freckles across the bridge of her nose and her hips were barely wide enough to actually be womanly. Still, her breasts were decent enough that while she wouldn’t need a bra to hold them up for another few years, he could cup the flesh and bounce it. 

“Well,” said Jimmy disappointingly. “There’s always one good test,” he said, looking over at Jack. Jack smiled and both men began unbuckling their trousers.

“Oh please,” moaned Marcus. “Not right here. Please?” Then the man just shook his head and stormed back into the trailer as the girls dropped to their knees, eagerly reaching for the cocks that were coming out. Twenty minutes later a satisfied Jimmy looked over at a similarly happy Jack. “Spunk Street?”

Jack laughed. “Spunk Street.”



***



Back at the kitchens, as the two men led their brand new, fifteen year old, oblivious and innocent fuck sluts over to Spunk Street, Jill could barely breathe. The heat was making her delirious and she heard voices, saw things on the inside of her eyelids. It was so hot, and parts of her body felt as if they had been burned, but she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t feel her fingers or toes anymore and a strange sensation was coming from her breasts. Every breath was cold inside her but it went out hot. 

She saw herself curling up next to one of her friends at Castleberry Farms, the girl’s wet tongue slipping into Jill’s folds, leaving her laughing and breathless even as Jill reached to pull her friend’s loins closer. A moment later the matron was helping her get dressed. Then the Ranchmaster was there, his cock stretched out, wanting her to give him a blow. She curled into Matron Hillary’s arms, sobbing. And there was a dress. She saw Jack smiling down at her.

It snapped. For one final moment she had perfect clarity. They had rammed a steel rod through her, placed a clamp on her clit, which was tied to the motor that spun her. A similar metal plug had been pushed into her ass. She was being cooked. Alive! She blinked and caught sight for one short half second of the spit and the shimmering heat before the pain of it forced her to snap shut her eyelids once more and her mind reeled in a final flurry of sparking neurons. Jack. Jack did this to her. Her Jack. She loved him. And he loved her. The last breath of air rattled out of her lungs as she expired and the cook saw what looked like a smile. Because Jill knew, deep down, that Jack was standing there, just behind her, watching with love.

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