That does not change. Still delicious! And I hungry.You aren't making friends with Barb...
Tree
That does not change. Still delicious! And I hungry.You aren't making friends with Barb...
Tree
(just for anyone who's wondering)
Pete Seeger set the words from Ecclesiastes 3 to his tune 'Turn, turn, turn',
though I think he was adapting a traditional version which had been recorded by the Limeliters,
and it was that version that Judy Collins, and later The Byrds, covered.
'they' did!!!
I don’t know how long ago I was carried to the coals. The asshole that spitted me fucked me but came before I could. I had to finger myself to get off before they bound my wrists
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Where was Siss when I needed her? Never let a man do a woman’s job! Then for what seems like an eternity my body is placed over the coals till what must have burned my nipples and labia off. With my wrists bound as they are and the spit out of my mouth allows only my eyes to move so I can’t verify what I feel.
The thirty-year old v-belt is threaded over the pulley somewhere on the shaft beyond my ass and the cracked rubber spins around the small pulley on the fifty-year old washing machine motor.
You can see they spare no expense barbequing me… Finally the spit rotates. The horizon spins in front of me. I’ve seen spit-roasting before but there are small things that I could not see that torture me. The spit lies in two ‘U’ shaped metal troughs. There are no bearings and if they were greased it has long run off. The spit tries to climb the side of the troughs as it rotates before slipping back to the bottom sending vibrations through the spit that runs through my body and rattles against my teeth.
Some bitch called ‘Ulrika’ mists my face with a squirt bottle filled with what must be ice water and the spit is stopped periodically so she can shove a dental suction tube in my nostrils to suck out any blood pooling in my sinus cavity. It is not merciful. It is to keep me alive as long as possible. I would have choked on my own blood by now without her services.
One of the other things I had not considered when I had watched other spit-roasts was how limited the long pig’s (that is me now) field of view is very limited. I can turn my head only a couple degrees and that is only expanded that by how much I can move my eyes that are drying out by the minute!
I can’t see him but another man is talking to Merle….
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“So how long will she last” he asks.
“I think she could still be alive when I take her off the spit.”
“Really? Why would you do that?”
“The Chinese pay extra for a fresh brain” Merle explains. “If I get her off the spit while she is still alive when I cut her head off I get a $500K premium!”
“No shit” he replies.
I can hear you bastards!!!
-Barb
Tree
“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.
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FUCK, stop that!!! Goddamn that hurt!!!
-Barb
Tree
But just think of all the PhDs, articles in prestigious journals, international conferences -The humiliation of taking the traditional place of the university's unluckiest student this year is bad enough
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.
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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
"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?
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?”
Tree
This is a horrible way to end this... Tree will have to 'cook' up an alternative ending...
not rare though..................................................
Wow - hot and making me rather damp!Read on...
My next milestone will be the spit passing through my diaphragm. I feel it press against the muscle and shriek “Stop, I can’t do this like this way!”
“Do you want to be strapped down?” Merle III asks me.
“God, no!!! Turn me over” I demand. In moments I am on my knees with my tits on the table. I am well aware my ass and cunt are fully displayed to the observation room behind the mirror. Merle spreads my ass as his assistant grabs end of the spit. I am breathing as hard as I can.
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“Are you ready now?” he asks.
“Does it matter?” I groan. “Just do it!”
The spit doesn’t want to go through the muscle. As it presses towards my throat I cannot inhale! Suddenly I nearly pass out as it breaks through. They pull and push the spit until the full girth is through the muscle. It is not easy but I can breathe again.
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I feel the spit press against one lung then the other as they work to get the spit past my heart without piercing it or a major blood vessel. I can feel the shaft as it slides past my heart! It is almost done! He asks me if I have any final word. This is it. I rasp “Yeah, Wragg, go fuck yourself! Let’s get this done Merle.”
He does! There is a sharp pain high in my chest and seconds later I gag as the spit glides up my throat. I feel the rounded tip of drag across the roof of my mouth tilting my head back. I feel it press against the back of my front teeth and consciously open my mouth to let it pass. My teeth drag over the stainless steel shaft as it emerges from my mouth and my eyes almost cross as I watch the spit grow longer beneath my nose. I reach forward and grab the spit that runs through my body from my ass to my mouth…
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Tree
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!!!Wow - hot and making me rather damp!
Oooh - I've caught up quickly - what a lovely tale this is.... ideal for a summer evening!...um... Tree doesn't think 'relieved' will be the right word...
My, you have catching up to do!!!
Wow - hot and making me rather damp!