tygavin
Magistrate
This is a sequel to Death of the Tomb Raider and works in conjunction with Jace’s story on the crucifixion members story and poetry board. This story involves Dolcett style preparation and spit roasting.
Liz walked into class with mixed emotions. She loved this class and never wanted to miss but she also wanted to be with her brother when they received word, they would be executioners again at the Spring Festival, their last before graduation.
This class was too good to mix. Professor Milton was the newest professor on campus and his class on live spitting and roasting women while they were alive caught everyone’s attention. Males flocked to sign up but what surprised her was how many females signed up as well. For her it was one of her many fantasies she never planned to live but the idea was nice to get herself off to. Other women felt the same apparently. The class was almost equal in men and women and all his other sessions were as well.
Jace did not want her in this class. As a woman, she had to sign an agreement that she could be chosen for live spitting at any time. She brushed off his concern, pointing out that both their lives have been in danger the past four years, and they walked away fine.
Jace pointed out that she had an amazing body that would look fucking a spit. She admitted he had a point but signed up regardless. There were over one hundred women in this class alone, as well as over a hundred in his other five lecture groups.
What she had learned was unimaginable. She had never truly believed a woman could be spitted alive and live long enough for the heat of cooking to kill her. She never thought a woman could receive pleasure on the spit, humping the pole running through her starting at her pussy and working herself into multiple orgasms before succumbing.
They had learned about the drinks given to the subjects and how they were mixed, allowing a woman to feel pleasure through the heat, the body responding to the heat in an erotic way. They had learned how to make oil for the woman, bathe her in it, tenderize her and then how to serve her up once she was cooked.
It was certainly a better way to die than crucifixion. Quicker, with all the pleasure and little pain.
But it was still death. Death had been a recurring thought on Liz’s mind the past year. Ever since she had kissed Lara Croft, and the Tomb Raider had told her this could be her someday. She realized Lara was right. If the Tomb Raider could get taken out so could she.
It didn’t stop her from enjoying the red head’s crucifixion in the Fall, even if it was tame compared to Lara’s dance.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” a girl in her class named Janey asked.
“What is?”
“Haven’t you heard the news about the festival?”
Liz shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hoping to be an executioner again. I haven’t paid it much mind other than that.”
“It came out yesterday. Professor Milton’s classes have done so well the Dean wants him to serve the faculty on Saturday and Sunday at lunch. Ten girls Saturday, ten girls Sunday, spit roasted and humping the spit in front of thousands. Isn’t that wild? What if he picks me? Oh shit. I don’t know if I could handle that. Dying is one thing but having a spit stuck through me…it’s a neat fantasy but its so final, you know?”
Liz did know. There had only been one live spit roast demonstration, a ditzy blonde who came as soon as the spit touched her pussy and had to be strapped down on a bench so she wouldn’t screw with the path of the pole by having another orgasm. There had been no others called to be spitted this semester.
Now twenty girls would be chosen.
The class started, and Professor Milton called for everyone’s attention, passing on and verifying what Liz had just been told.
“Each of you has learned what it means to be a meat handler this semester. I had plans to cook each one of you who failed, and I only had to do it once in this class.” Milton explained. “I have observed each of you in class, sized up your bodies and your beauty because presentation does count. As such of the twenty women to be roasted, I have chosen five from this class. Be proud. Once I call your name, go home. I will speak to the selected handlers, and they will fetch you in an hour. When they arrive, you will be waiting for them nude.
“As we have discussed this semester in the sociological aspects of spit roasting, meat doesn’t wear clothes. They are basically animals, no rights, no worries, no say in how their bodies are treated. Your handler will pick you up, collar you and bring you to a holding pen on campus. There you will stay until the day of your spitting. You will be treated well, and undergo certain procedures everyday that we have discussed, including tenderizing and diet. Your loved ones may visit you for thirty minutes a day from five to five thirty. Your names have already been turned in so those who are called now, legally have no more human rights.”
Milton pulled out his phone and began reading names.
Liz stopped paying attention after the second one.
“Elizabeth Summers.”
That was her name. He had called her name. He hadn’t called on her all semester, and now he had said her name.
She was meat. She had been meat when she walked in but didn’t know it. She had probably been meat when she woke up that morning.
One hour. She had one hour of freedom then her life would be over. No, her life was over. How could she explain this to Jace? He was her brother; her twin and she had gotten herself killed.
She raced out of the classroom and practically ran to the house just off campus. When she walked in, she saw her brother, naked on the couch, staring dumbfoundedly. He told her he had been chosen to hang from the cross until dead.
Her beautiful brother, nailed, pathetically moaning, being jacked off by the masses while fucking the cornu. He had never been fucked in the ass. They told each other everything.
She walked into her bedroom and pulled her tight black sweater off. Next was the skirt, followed by her bra then panties.
She wouldn’t have time to pack anything. Jace would have to get everything in order. Maybe their parents would come help him.
Liz stood in front of the mirror and gave her body and appraising, honest look. The professor had picked her because of her body and beauty. Jace had always told her she resembled that Megan Wolf or Fox actress with her long nearly black hair, thin waist and perfect breasts. Her ass was probably her favorite feature and while she didn’t have Jace’s six pack from constant working out, she did have a flat, tone belly.
Her pussy was perfect in her mind. Not to thin, not to thick…just right for cooking. The Professor got lucky with that guess. She wondered who would be eating her pussy? From what she learned in class, that particular cut was delicious.
She fell back on her bed and did nothing but look at the ceiling. She had just taken off her clothes for the last time and was coming to terms with it. She never had a problem with public nudity at festivals and parties, but she always had the option of putting them back on. Now she would be walked, most likely by collar and chain across her neighborhood to campus and locked away somewhere.
And her brother. Jace, her twin and the most important person in her life. He was going to die horribly. He had always been so strong, so proud and now that was being stripped away. She thought of every indignity they had done to others being crucified and thought of it being done to her brother.
She would say it wasn’t right, but it was. She was probably getting off much easier than she deserved. She would have an hour of pleasure and the death. Her biggest humiliation was becoming less than human. Her brother would be broken down to a pathetic shell. They had broken Lara Croft and she had an iron will. What would happen to Jace?
She wiped a tear from her eye and smiled when Jace called her. She would spend these last free moments with him, pretending everything was alright.
When she entered his room, she saw her parents on his laptop screen.
“Liz, I understand you are meat now.” Her father said. “We will find out where you are being kept and what day you are being cooked. We will be there to send you off.”
“Thank you, Dad.” Liz said, not sure how she felt about that. Of course, they would want to be with her when she died but to see her manner of death. She may have fucked in front of Jace before but fucking a pole in front of her parents was a different story. “I’m not sure I want you to be there though. Maybe you could come see me during the week?”
“From what I understand of meat, what you want doesn’t matter now.” Her father told her firmly.
Liz quieted, not having an argument.
“Jace, try not to completely break down. I realize the position you are in but maintain as much dignity as possible.”
Their mother punched their father in the arm. “As sad as I am to see him go, he will look beautiful on a cross. Break down as much as you need to, Jace. You have nothing left to lose. Enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks Mom.” Jace muttered.
“And Liz, I am sure you will be delicious. Your body is in fine form. I’m betting your father can find a way for us to join the faculty for lunch and have a bite of you. Take care, both of you. See you Saturday. Try to have a good week. It is your last.”
The call ended and neither said anything, coming to grips with what they heard. The situation had gotten somehow worse.
A knock on the door and Liz realized her time was up. Jace stood up and hugged her tightly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sis. I love you.”
“I love you, Jace.”
Liz took a deep breath and made her way to the door. On the other side was Professor Lana Mills.
“Professor Mills?”
“Hello Liz. I volunteered to help this week and be your handler. After seeing you with my dear friend Lara last year, I thought we would be the perfect match. Let’s put your collar on, meat. I have a cage to put you in.”
Liz walked into class with mixed emotions. She loved this class and never wanted to miss but she also wanted to be with her brother when they received word, they would be executioners again at the Spring Festival, their last before graduation.
This class was too good to mix. Professor Milton was the newest professor on campus and his class on live spitting and roasting women while they were alive caught everyone’s attention. Males flocked to sign up but what surprised her was how many females signed up as well. For her it was one of her many fantasies she never planned to live but the idea was nice to get herself off to. Other women felt the same apparently. The class was almost equal in men and women and all his other sessions were as well.
Jace did not want her in this class. As a woman, she had to sign an agreement that she could be chosen for live spitting at any time. She brushed off his concern, pointing out that both their lives have been in danger the past four years, and they walked away fine.
Jace pointed out that she had an amazing body that would look fucking a spit. She admitted he had a point but signed up regardless. There were over one hundred women in this class alone, as well as over a hundred in his other five lecture groups.
What she had learned was unimaginable. She had never truly believed a woman could be spitted alive and live long enough for the heat of cooking to kill her. She never thought a woman could receive pleasure on the spit, humping the pole running through her starting at her pussy and working herself into multiple orgasms before succumbing.
They had learned about the drinks given to the subjects and how they were mixed, allowing a woman to feel pleasure through the heat, the body responding to the heat in an erotic way. They had learned how to make oil for the woman, bathe her in it, tenderize her and then how to serve her up once she was cooked.
It was certainly a better way to die than crucifixion. Quicker, with all the pleasure and little pain.
But it was still death. Death had been a recurring thought on Liz’s mind the past year. Ever since she had kissed Lara Croft, and the Tomb Raider had told her this could be her someday. She realized Lara was right. If the Tomb Raider could get taken out so could she.
It didn’t stop her from enjoying the red head’s crucifixion in the Fall, even if it was tame compared to Lara’s dance.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” a girl in her class named Janey asked.
“What is?”
“Haven’t you heard the news about the festival?”
Liz shrugged her shoulders. “I’m hoping to be an executioner again. I haven’t paid it much mind other than that.”
“It came out yesterday. Professor Milton’s classes have done so well the Dean wants him to serve the faculty on Saturday and Sunday at lunch. Ten girls Saturday, ten girls Sunday, spit roasted and humping the spit in front of thousands. Isn’t that wild? What if he picks me? Oh shit. I don’t know if I could handle that. Dying is one thing but having a spit stuck through me…it’s a neat fantasy but its so final, you know?”
Liz did know. There had only been one live spit roast demonstration, a ditzy blonde who came as soon as the spit touched her pussy and had to be strapped down on a bench so she wouldn’t screw with the path of the pole by having another orgasm. There had been no others called to be spitted this semester.
Now twenty girls would be chosen.
The class started, and Professor Milton called for everyone’s attention, passing on and verifying what Liz had just been told.
“Each of you has learned what it means to be a meat handler this semester. I had plans to cook each one of you who failed, and I only had to do it once in this class.” Milton explained. “I have observed each of you in class, sized up your bodies and your beauty because presentation does count. As such of the twenty women to be roasted, I have chosen five from this class. Be proud. Once I call your name, go home. I will speak to the selected handlers, and they will fetch you in an hour. When they arrive, you will be waiting for them nude.
“As we have discussed this semester in the sociological aspects of spit roasting, meat doesn’t wear clothes. They are basically animals, no rights, no worries, no say in how their bodies are treated. Your handler will pick you up, collar you and bring you to a holding pen on campus. There you will stay until the day of your spitting. You will be treated well, and undergo certain procedures everyday that we have discussed, including tenderizing and diet. Your loved ones may visit you for thirty minutes a day from five to five thirty. Your names have already been turned in so those who are called now, legally have no more human rights.”
Milton pulled out his phone and began reading names.
Liz stopped paying attention after the second one.
“Elizabeth Summers.”
That was her name. He had called her name. He hadn’t called on her all semester, and now he had said her name.
She was meat. She had been meat when she walked in but didn’t know it. She had probably been meat when she woke up that morning.
One hour. She had one hour of freedom then her life would be over. No, her life was over. How could she explain this to Jace? He was her brother; her twin and she had gotten herself killed.
She raced out of the classroom and practically ran to the house just off campus. When she walked in, she saw her brother, naked on the couch, staring dumbfoundedly. He told her he had been chosen to hang from the cross until dead.
Her beautiful brother, nailed, pathetically moaning, being jacked off by the masses while fucking the cornu. He had never been fucked in the ass. They told each other everything.
She walked into her bedroom and pulled her tight black sweater off. Next was the skirt, followed by her bra then panties.
She wouldn’t have time to pack anything. Jace would have to get everything in order. Maybe their parents would come help him.
Liz stood in front of the mirror and gave her body and appraising, honest look. The professor had picked her because of her body and beauty. Jace had always told her she resembled that Megan Wolf or Fox actress with her long nearly black hair, thin waist and perfect breasts. Her ass was probably her favorite feature and while she didn’t have Jace’s six pack from constant working out, she did have a flat, tone belly.
Her pussy was perfect in her mind. Not to thin, not to thick…just right for cooking. The Professor got lucky with that guess. She wondered who would be eating her pussy? From what she learned in class, that particular cut was delicious.
She fell back on her bed and did nothing but look at the ceiling. She had just taken off her clothes for the last time and was coming to terms with it. She never had a problem with public nudity at festivals and parties, but she always had the option of putting them back on. Now she would be walked, most likely by collar and chain across her neighborhood to campus and locked away somewhere.
And her brother. Jace, her twin and the most important person in her life. He was going to die horribly. He had always been so strong, so proud and now that was being stripped away. She thought of every indignity they had done to others being crucified and thought of it being done to her brother.
She would say it wasn’t right, but it was. She was probably getting off much easier than she deserved. She would have an hour of pleasure and the death. Her biggest humiliation was becoming less than human. Her brother would be broken down to a pathetic shell. They had broken Lara Croft and she had an iron will. What would happen to Jace?
She wiped a tear from her eye and smiled when Jace called her. She would spend these last free moments with him, pretending everything was alright.
When she entered his room, she saw her parents on his laptop screen.
“Liz, I understand you are meat now.” Her father said. “We will find out where you are being kept and what day you are being cooked. We will be there to send you off.”
“Thank you, Dad.” Liz said, not sure how she felt about that. Of course, they would want to be with her when she died but to see her manner of death. She may have fucked in front of Jace before but fucking a pole in front of her parents was a different story. “I’m not sure I want you to be there though. Maybe you could come see me during the week?”
“From what I understand of meat, what you want doesn’t matter now.” Her father told her firmly.
Liz quieted, not having an argument.
“Jace, try not to completely break down. I realize the position you are in but maintain as much dignity as possible.”
Their mother punched their father in the arm. “As sad as I am to see him go, he will look beautiful on a cross. Break down as much as you need to, Jace. You have nothing left to lose. Enjoy yourself.”
“Thanks Mom.” Jace muttered.
“And Liz, I am sure you will be delicious. Your body is in fine form. I’m betting your father can find a way for us to join the faculty for lunch and have a bite of you. Take care, both of you. See you Saturday. Try to have a good week. It is your last.”
The call ended and neither said anything, coming to grips with what they heard. The situation had gotten somehow worse.
A knock on the door and Liz realized her time was up. Jace stood up and hugged her tightly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sis. I love you.”
“I love you, Jace.”
Liz took a deep breath and made her way to the door. On the other side was Professor Lana Mills.
“Professor Mills?”
“Hello Liz. I volunteered to help this week and be your handler. After seeing you with my dear friend Lara last year, I thought we would be the perfect match. Let’s put your collar on, meat. I have a cage to put you in.”
