I would like to mention that much to my chagrin Kerri’s selection as the live roaster was rigged from the start. Instead of the stub of her ticket being placed in the bucket with the other stubs it was held aside and bucket she drew her egg from was different (but identical) from the bucket the others drew from. She never had a prayer. But why would this happen? We’ll revisit that later but now on with the story…
Kerri Jennings is hosed off then locked in a metal frame and dunked in a pit filled with hot soapy water. The cage and Kerri are spun first clockwise then counter-clockwise in 10 second intervals for four cycles. She gasps for air as she is pulled from the hot vat.
Still trying to catch her breath she is hosed off with cold water from a power washer before being locked in a sauna for a half-hour that is far warmer and drier than her island nation. (Don’t worry, this pretreats her body and the heat and dry air is nothing compared to what she will feel being live spit-roasted).
Kerri is given a long tank top (or a very short dress) and after she combs out her hair she meets with Ingrid’s roast scheduler.
She says they can’t really plan to spit her as a live long pig.
He replies that of course they are. He points out that by entering the Hill at Eastwick’s grounds she even agreed to be live spitted. Kerri says it was really small print and she didn’t read it. He tells her to talk it over with Barbara Moore that will have a couple hours of roasting to go when Kerri is put over the coals.
He tells me to come closer and put a foot on his thigh. In a daze I do and he fingers my clit. I gasp and he laughs “You’re practically a fountain, Kerri! Admit it, this excites you!”
“Can we stay with ‘it scares me’? I have some money. I’ll pay you to strangle me first” I plea.
“I can’t do that, Kerri. Your live roast long pig has already been paid for by some lass… oh, yes… a Miriam Wragg. She’ll get her moneys’ worth out of this fine meat!”
“My step-mother bought me?” I gasp.
“Well, yes, as present for your father, Despard Wragg IV” he replies. “It is time to prepare you for the spit. It will be easier for you if you are well lubricated.”
My head is spinning as I am locked into irons. Some guy they call ‘Bull’ pummels my ass with his massive cock! I shriek in pain and protest but he just grunts “Take it, bitch; the spit is bigger around and way longer…”
-Kerri Jennings
Tree
Kerri Jennings is hosed off then locked in a metal frame and dunked in a pit filled with hot soapy water. The cage and Kerri are spun first clockwise then counter-clockwise in 10 second intervals for four cycles. She gasps for air as she is pulled from the hot vat.
Still trying to catch her breath she is hosed off with cold water from a power washer before being locked in a sauna for a half-hour that is far warmer and drier than her island nation. (Don’t worry, this pretreats her body and the heat and dry air is nothing compared to what she will feel being live spit-roasted).
Kerri is given a long tank top (or a very short dress) and after she combs out her hair she meets with Ingrid’s roast scheduler.
She says they can’t really plan to spit her as a live long pig.
He replies that of course they are. He points out that by entering the Hill at Eastwick’s grounds she even agreed to be live spitted. Kerri says it was really small print and she didn’t read it. He tells her to talk it over with Barbara Moore that will have a couple hours of roasting to go when Kerri is put over the coals.
He tells me to come closer and put a foot on his thigh. In a daze I do and he fingers my clit. I gasp and he laughs “You’re practically a fountain, Kerri! Admit it, this excites you!”
“Can we stay with ‘it scares me’? I have some money. I’ll pay you to strangle me first” I plea.
“I can’t do that, Kerri. Your live roast long pig has already been paid for by some lass… oh, yes… a Miriam Wragg. She’ll get her moneys’ worth out of this fine meat!”
“My step-mother bought me?” I gasp.
“Well, yes, as present for your father, Despard Wragg IV” he replies. “It is time to prepare you for the spit. It will be easier for you if you are well lubricated.”
My head is spinning as I am locked into irons. Some guy they call ‘Bull’ pummels my ass with his massive cock! I shriek in pain and protest but he just grunts “Take it, bitch; the spit is bigger around and way longer…”
-Kerri Jennings
Tree
