That does not change. Still delicious! And I hungry.
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Uvm Faculty Barbeque
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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An excellent primer on the detailed workings of being spitted alive...wow.
My other comment is simply to quote the post above: "I can hear you bastards!!!"
“So how long can she last?”
“Oh, this pig will last more than an hour, Tree” Merle replied.
‘I am a woman, you Neanderthals’ I would scream if I could.
“So what’s the deal with piercing the skin?” Tree asks.
“What do you mean?” Merle asks
“I’ve heard you should never break the skin of the sow… sort of like brat.”
“Oh that is an old wives’ tale” Merle said as he stabbed her left breast with a fork.
FUCK, stop that!!! Goddamn that hurt!!!
-Barb
Tree
“Oh, this pig will last more than an hour, Tree” Merle replied.
‘I am a woman, you Neanderthals’ I would scream if I could.
“So what’s the deal with piercing the skin?” Tree asks.
“What do you mean?” Merle asks
“I’ve heard you should never break the skin of the sow… sort of like brat.”
“Oh that is an old wives’ tale” Merle said as he stabbed her left breast with a fork.
FUCK, stop that!!! Goddamn that hurt!!!
-Barb
Tree
I must be getting closer to roasting. I can feel the metal shaft inside me begin to heat up, and my breasts feel like marshmallows over coals when I am rotated to the point where they hang down close to the heat. My knees feel scalded too when I am front down over the coals.The thirst is awful. I think I am becoming dehydrated inside, while on the outside my skin is wet with perspiration mixed with basting fluid. Someone keeps spraying my face and hair from a squirt bottle. It's soothing and keeps my hair from igniting, but I wish I could get some in my mouth and swallow.
My field of vision is restricted, as Tree pointed out earlier, and I have begun to focus my attention on the rotating horizon as a means of NOT thinking about being roasting alive.
I had more or less settled into the rotation ... down, side, up, side, down, side, up .... till that idiot Merle III stuck his fork in my breast. "FUCK, stop that!!! Goddamn that hurt!!!"
Also, overheard them saying I could last over an hour and still be alive when they start carving ... that scares the hell out of me. The humiliation of taking the traditional place of the university's unluckiest student this year is bad enough. Having to be conscious through the whole thing is just too much.
And one final complaint. I wish for fuck's sake the Rodent clown they call RR would stop shoving a microphone in my face and asking "how does it feel." The news media are such sensation mongers!!!!
But just think of all the PhDs, articles in prestigious journals, international conferences -
from Levi-Strauss to Lacan, Freud to Foucault, Husserl to The Hanging Tree,
the discourses of prof-roasting are endless, a whole academic industry
will flourish in the afterglow of the Roasting of Barbaria!
Last year I finally convince my friend Siss to be my ‘date’ at the faculty barbeque as she had never seen a long pig stipped and roasted. That night I dug out my longest sex toy and she pretended to spit me as we made love.
She even convinced me to try to ‘deep-throat’ it which I did. She held it in my throat as she rubbed my neck to feel the hard rubber shaft filling it. She kept it there until I was bucking in panic desperately needing to breathe! It is a good thing I didn’t have class or meeting the next few days as it took a while to get my voice back. God, if she could see me now!
If you wonder how I can breathe now Merle told me there would be a hose attached to the spit that would force oxygen into my lungs in brief interval and as I turned over the coals my chest would push the air out when the oxygen was off. Why couldn’t they just let me die?
There is the basting…
…it is a mixed blessing. More later…
-Barb
Tree
She even convinced me to try to ‘deep-throat’ it which I did. She held it in my throat as she rubbed my neck to feel the hard rubber shaft filling it. She kept it there until I was bucking in panic desperately needing to breathe! It is a good thing I didn’t have class or meeting the next few days as it took a while to get my voice back. God, if she could see me now!
If you wonder how I can breathe now Merle told me there would be a hose attached to the spit that would force oxygen into my lungs in brief interval and as I turned over the coals my chest would push the air out when the oxygen was off. Why couldn’t they just let me die?
There is the basting…
…it is a mixed blessing. More later…
-Barb
Tree
Practice makes perfect
how ingenious .... better than recalled airbags
Can't wait to hear the basting details
.... think I am starting to brown, or is that just my early summer tan showing? 
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When they first put me over the coals I needed the rotisserie turned on and needed to be basted. Now that the rotisserie is on the wood stake in my cunt hurts as I rotate over the coals. With my wrists bound and my ankles locked in iron stirrups the only movement of my body I can control is eye movement and three or four inches of sliding back and forth on the spit. Yeah, you pricks can say I fucked myself a few times with the wood shaft in my cunt...
…fucking right I came!
Then there is the basting. I thought maybe it would offer relief. At first it was the only pleasure I have. The brush tickles my clit… you can guess if I came but the longer I cook it just became annoying! I can’t tell these assholes I am ready to die! Why won’t they let me die? I do feel my skin begin to blister… I don’t have to touch my skin to know what is happening to me…
They roast me…
As the spit rotates I feel my tits rotate around my chest. When I look up at the sky I feel them spread and flatten on my chest. As the spit rotates they flop heavily to my side…
….then hangs from my chest into what seems to be into the fire below me!
As I rotate skyward, the spit stops. Instead of the next basting, a woman’s finger guilds over my clit. I hear her voice say ‘she looks totally edible!’
‘That is the point” Merle replies.
As my back sears I look in surprise as she squats before me.
“Barb, you are absolutely delectable!” Siss says to me. “Merle thinks he can carve you while you alive. Is that too cool?”
No think so...
-Barb
Tree
…fucking right I came!
Then there is the basting. I thought maybe it would offer relief. At first it was the only pleasure I have. The brush tickles my clit… you can guess if I came but the longer I cook it just became annoying! I can’t tell these assholes I am ready to die! Why won’t they let me die? I do feel my skin begin to blister… I don’t have to touch my skin to know what is happening to me…
They roast me…
As the spit rotates I feel my tits rotate around my chest. When I look up at the sky I feel them spread and flatten on my chest. As the spit rotates they flop heavily to my side…
….then hangs from my chest into what seems to be into the fire below me!
As I rotate skyward, the spit stops. Instead of the next basting, a woman’s finger guilds over my clit. I hear her voice say ‘she looks totally edible!’
‘That is the point” Merle replies.
As my back sears I look in surprise as she squats before me.
“Barb, you are absolutely delectable!” Siss says to me. “Merle thinks he can carve you while you alive. Is that too cool?”
No think so...
-Barb
Tree
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"You gut her... Cook her liver... olive oil and a bed of thin sliced white onions covered with ground basil and black peppers" he explains. " Leave her heart alone. Her nerves are fried. She will barely feel having her ribs cut out wit a demolition saw where we can baste them with sauce and barbeque them. Now you can cut her heart out and take her head off. She has suffered enough and the Chinese will spend a few million on their 'healing' powers..."So, Merle, me not having done this before, how rare would she be if she's still alive when you carve? Heart and lungs would not be cooked through, in any case, I suppose?
Tree
...fin...
Siss prepares the garnishings... 
later on (hopefully I am dead by then) I am served up with garnishings in the main hall of the UVM Faculty Club. 
Chancellor Wragg delivers a brief eulogy (ooops wrong pic). 
Orders are taken by student slaves pressed into service. 
I am wheeled out to kitchen. Merle III carves.finis
This is a horrible way to end this... Tree will have to 'cook' up an alternative ending...
not rare though..................................................Chancellor Wragg delivers a brief eulogy (ooops wrong pic).
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Pia
Guest
Wow - hot and making me rather damp!
Oh, it's a "Who grilled Barbaria?" sequence.You mean it was all a bad dream? Oh, thank you. I am so relieved
...um... Tree doesn't think 'relieved' will be the right word...You mean it was all a bad dream? Oh, thank you. I am so relieved
My, you have catching up to do!!!
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Pia
Guest
Oooh - I've caught up quickly - what a lovely tale this is.... ideal for a summer evening!
Glad it made you hot and damp PKin
; for me it was hot and desiccating (in addition to humiliating )