Posted by PK on December 30, 2001 at 16:15:30:
Marinlae Filet
By
Jim Robert Bader
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"Oooh!" Aphrodite said, "That's cold!"
Marinlae paused with the spit poised to thrust into the Anus of the succulent Goddess of Love
and Beauty to look indulgently at her slave as she chided, "Stop squirming. It'll warm up
inside you soon enough, I promise."
"I know," Aphrodite smiled as she settled back into the harness and awaited her piercing, "It's
just these things always start out at room temperature, and it feel funny having something
cold like that go up my rump. I prefer a hot sausage down there anyway, but I suppose I'll
just have to do for the sake of my lady."
"Oh, stop complaining already," Marinlae smiled as she worked the business end of the spit
around until it was comfortable situated a half foot inside the rectum of the goddess, "It's not
like this is your first time after all, and I let you do it to me often enough..."
"I know," Aphrodite gave a winsome smile over one shoulder before setting her head back
into the brace, "And you know I'd never object to doing this, especially because you make it
such a turn-on. I'm ready to make my apology for my presumption, my lady, so go ahead
and spit me like the sow that I am."
"Oh, so you're the one giving orders around here, eh?" Marinlae grinned a
ll the more as she sank the spit in another few inches until she heard a
satisfying intake of breath from her slave that informed her that she was
near enough to begin the operation.
"Well," Aphrodite gasped, "Not that I'd want to make an issue out of it or anything, but I am
the goddess here, even if you are my lawful owner."
"Details, details," Marinlae smiled, "Get ready to roast, then, because you're riding this pole
to succulent sweet surrender."
"Oh!" Aphrodite gave a soft, slight sigh as she felt the tip penetrate the upper wall of her
rectum and begin its long slide up through her interior, slowly working its way past internal
organs as Marinlae guided the tip with intuitive sensitivity, working it in with well-practiced
motions and steady, constant pressure. Aphrodite continue to make soft noises as
she felt it go deeper up through her abdomen to her chest, missing the Aorta and heart as it
glided up through her rib cage and finally found its way to the base of her throat. There was
only a little pain experienced by the Goddess as she felt this happen, for she was well trained
to circumvent any discomforting sensations as she felt the tip of the spit press at the base of
her esophagus, then push further on until it was tickling her tonsils.
Marinlae felt her way with careful precision, her Telepathy and Empathy making her keenly
aware of the progress she was making. She experience the warm surrender of the goddess
as Aphrodite obediently opened her mouth and angled her neck so as to provide the least
resistance as the pole at last exited past her lips and then was all the way through her.
Aphrodite never once hesitated or shied away from receiving her spitting, and her blissful
surrender was complete as she relaxed muscles that closed around the spit, sealing it tight
within her once it had been thrust a sufficient length to position her perfectly within the middle
of its eight foot length. Satisfied that she was firmly secured, the Goddess allowed a wav
e of blissful elation to wash through her body, because she relished this moment of intense
completion, the ultimate Phallic penetration with the rod that she was now pole-riding
transfixing her like the horn of a lover
Marinlae wasted no time attaching the secondary probe that she slid effortlessly into
Aphrodite's unresisting pelvis. Once locked in place this dildo-shaft rod would periodically
vibrate inside the Goddess and give Aphrodite pleasurable stimulation at random intervals to
further heighten the pleasures that she would experience through spit roasting. The goddess
's bare feet were next to be fastened into place, and then she looped Aphrodite's wrists to
hold them firm behind her back, her motions quick and dexterous, wasting no time in
securing her meat before it was set to roast over the fire.
Ordinarily about this point it would have been necessary to eviscerate the Goddess's bladder
and stomach organs, but they had already been evacuated before hand by the skillful arts of
her ghoul chefs, so there would be no delay in hastening Aphrodite to the waiting fire fit.
Instead Marinlae snapped her fingers and her two devoted Ghoul-chef slaves stepped forw
ard to take the pole up between them, then gave Aphrodite a playful slap on her rump to
encourage her along as her ghoul-slaves did her bidding. Being more than twice as strong as
any human, the ghouls felt no encumbrance as they lifted and carried Aphrodite to the low
fire, setting the pole she was riding over the two bracing bars on opposite ends of the fire p
its, then attaching to both ends the hand-crank bars that would be used to turn her. To all
this Aphrodite suffered in silence, feeling her eagerness building as the first waves of heat
washed over her naked body, intent upon savoring every moment that she would be
spending during roasting, and transmitting through her mental link with Marinlae the absolute
joy and delight that was slowly replacing any lingering sense of discomfort.
As always Marinlae allowed herself to savor the sweet ecstasy of penetration, shuddering
slightly as the goddess began to turn over the fire as if it were her own meat that was being
slow-roasted. This was the part that for her was almost sacred, the moment when she
herself was rotating on that spit, "riding the pole" to a blissful surrender that was as inevitab
le as it was intensely orgasmic. She could feel the excitement building in Aphrodite as the
Goddess turned over the fire, slowly being basted by the two ghouls, who were making
certain to keep her meat well lathered. The sensation of being so helpless yet so enraptured
was slowly driving Aphrodite to heightened awareness of her utter helplessness yet also gave
her a paradoxical sense of being quite firmly control over the situation. Aphrodite wanted to
be here every bit as much as Marinlae wanted to be roasted alongside her, though in truth
that idea would best be saved for another occasion when they had company coming over
that would warrant a second roaster.
It was Aphrodite's turn, however, her moment to be glorified and enriched by the act of her
surrendering herself to the dinner table. It was a position she had well earned after more
than seventeen years of bondage in Marinlae's Harem and nothing would take that right away
from her. She intended to savor each moment in which she was cooked to a delicate, golden
-brown and flavorful repast, having long since overcome any dread that she might have
regarding games of Sexecution. Though in spirit she was a goddess born, her flesh was all
too human, and she relished her fleeting mortality, confident in the knowledge that she would
arise anew when all was said and done, that she might live to recapture the moment once
again on some future occasion.
It was a curious thing to own a slave who was the embodiment of love and beauty that
nonetheless bore a strong resemblance to Marinlae herself through a quirk in the fates that
was not of Marinlae's manufacture. Being an Araelian born, Marinlae was the genetically
enhanced product of many generations of attempts at creating the perfect embodiment of
womanly beauty. She had done nothing to earn such comparison to absolute perfection
save to be born to the house of Starsong, yet Marinlae was a beautiful person within as well
as without, of genius mentality coupled with infinite compassion and a wisdom that was truly
beyond the realm of normal human understanding.
It had been as much a surprise to her as anybody when the Goddess had first appeared to
Marinlae and revealed herself in Mari's own image. Aphrodite had been flighty and aloof in
those days, an irresponsible party animal with no real concern for the affairs of mortals and a
somewhat flighty temperament that allowed her to meddle in the private lives of others
without much thought to any consequences.
Of course it was that very attitude that had gotten her father, Lord Zeus, so intent on teaching
his daughter a lesson in humility. The Cyprus-born daughter of the Titaness Dione had been
given the option of incarnating as a mortal to experience life in Avataric form while her office
remained filled by the other 99% of her conscious being. The aspect that had assumed
command over one of the clones of Marinlae Starsong was Aphrodite in all the ways that
were important to her individual self-awareness, yet she was a mere reflection of the
Goddess as a whole. To all intents and purposes this Aphrodite was a mortal, even granted
that she had vast divine energies that could be tapped into when so needed. She had been
given twenty years to master the basics of humility and compassion, but it had taken much
less than that once she had been assumed into the custody of Marinlae herself, who took
possession of the Goddess and made her a central part of her harem.
46rom Marinlae the goddess had experienced both pain and ecstasy and gradually was
transformed through bondage games from a selfish, self-centered wanton to a more
aggressively sexual and confident submissive for whom any act of consensual pleasure was
as sacred as a holy offering made unto her own graven image. Marinlae had tortured
Aphrodite to surrender, then withheld satisfaction until the goddess was pleading for satiation,
then she would hyper-stimulate Aphrodite until she was wracked by successive
orgasms, only to deny her pleasure once again until finally Aphrodite would cave in and
agree to any demand that was imposed upon her. She would be subjected to mild games
that would break down what resistance she had until she was willing and eager to do
whatever it would take to please her lady, and then Marinlae would exploit her mercilessly
until she was reeling from the wonder of it all, only to repeat the process once again un
til finally Aphrodite learned to go with the flow and enjoy whatever experience the next
moment would bring her. So it was that she had been initiated into pleasure games of
bondage and submission, and from there it was but an evolutionary progression until at last
Aphrodite could be initiated into the games of Sexecution for pleasure.
And pleasure, more than the goddess had ever imagined could be found in the pursuance of
something that was nominally as "horrible and gods-forsaken" as the Cannibalism that
Marinlae routinely practiced with her lovers. Where once Aphrodite would have stood in
proper disdain and horror, she now indulged without hesitation, finding great joy in becoming
food that could be devoured by her loved ones. It was a sacred act with her now, a
sacrament not to be rushed or avoided, to make an offering of one's own body for the sake of
becoming a meal that could be enjoyed in fullest measure. Surely this was the thing for
which she had been reborn to this new life, and through the miracles of cloning and soul
transfer technology she could enjoy it over and over again, cumming and going successively
until the act of surrender became her highest expression of self-sacrifice and devotion to her
loved ones.
To be certain she did command enough personal power that-had she objected to this
treatment-she could have resisted Marinlae's efforts, and quite easily, but for love for her
Mistress she would indulge in any sport that was to Marinlae's liking. Aphrodite had come to
elish the flavor of her own meat over time and was happy to be served to Marinlae on a
platter, as would be the case once the roasting process was over, not that she was in any
great hurry to be done with her roasting!
Marinlae sighed, feeling a pressure between her own legs as she sympathetically
experienced both the memory of past spittings and the sensations presently being enjoyed by
Aphrodite. She could feel the Goddess squirming on the spit, feeling the vibrating dildo in
her loins kick to life intermittently to help stimulate her to growing climaxes. At the same
time the applicator brushes that Vyper and Byter were applying to the tender flesh of the
Goddess was driving Marinlae herself to distraction. She felt an overwhelming need to join
Aphrodite in her spitting and had to restrain herself through long practice from ordering her
people to prepare her. It was fortunate for her, at the very height of where she was feeling s
o distracted, that Diana chose that moment to return by mirror-gate from her trip abroad to
visit with her daughter in New Caprica.
Of course Diana had already taken the time to shed herself of all clothing so that she would
not violate the Harem's strict clothing prohibitions, so it was that she padded into the room
with only the light tinkling of her re-adorned ankle chains and spied the sight of her
grandmother slow roasting over a fire, to which she smiled and said, "Grandmother's on the
menu again? That's the third time this week. You'd think she'd be more generous and let
someone else take a turn over the barbie."
"Are you volunteering, darling?" Marinlae asked her dark haired Amazon wife, the lust in her
eyes making it obvious that she was half serious in her question.
Diana smiled and said, "Tempting, but maybe another time. Pole riding is a lot of fun, I'll
admit, but Grandmother seems to get the most of our of it and I'd hardly grudge her the
opportunity of being first on your palate."
"Indeed," Marinlae said as Diana came up to her side, allowing her to take the Amazon into
her arms for a passionate kiss and a loving fondle, "'Dite is so very good at this sort of thing,
she makes me proud of her every time she lets me spit her..."
"Let me guess," Diana smiled as she felt the blonde Sorceress's sensitive hands caress and
squeeze her full bosoms, "She's turned you on and now you can't keep yourself from
exploding with lust. You need something to do to occupy you for the next several hours while
she cooks, I'm always available for you, my lady."
"I know," Marinlae said with enthusiasm as she brought her pelvis up against the shaven
mound that was Diana's own pelvis and brushed their loins together while holding Diana in
her arms and using both hands to squeeze her buttox, "And I've been going crazy from
waiting for you to get back from New Sydney. Did everything go well between you and
Alison?"
"As well as could be hoped for," Diana replied as she put her own arms around Marinlae and
used her hips to push back against the sex of her Mistress, "My daughter seems so very
happy with so very much in love with Beatrice that I doubt even she suspects the true depths
of her devotion. Of course my daughter-in-law has seen to it that Alison is very well trained
in the role of a proper wife..."
"They do indeed make such a lovely couple," Marinlae said as she smiled and looked up into
the blue eyes of the powerful Amazon who had been her slave and wife for several years, as
well as the mother to at least one of her daughters, "Of course I happen to believe that we
make a very fine couple as well, which is why I have been longing for you since you last to
ok leave of my presence."
"I am yours to command," Diana said with a coy smile, "How may I be of service to you, my
lady?"
"I can think of so many responses to that inquiry," Marinlae said, "Of course, now that you
are here, I have the chance of putting all of them into practice, but I find the notion that you
just suggested to be quite appealing for this moment. It will be indeed a long while before
Aphrodite is ready to be served to us, but meanwhile I have another castle where there are
many hungry servants needing to be fed. Care to come along with me for a brief jaunt as we
see how my sister, Ravenaxe, is doing?"
"Are you proposing to offer the both of us as meat to your people, my lady?" Diana asked,
"The two of us to roast side-by-side as Slave and Mistress?"
"But of course," Marinlae's smile deepened.
"Then by all means, let us make haste," Diana grinned, "I have only one request to make,
and that is that your hand be the one who drives the spit through my eager clone body."
"A request I will be only too happy to honor," Marinlae replied as together they walked side-
by-side for the waiting mirror-gate, Marinlae pausing at the threshold to telepathically assure
Aphrodite that she would return before her roasting was over...
Diana knelt down before she was strapped into the harness that would restrain her motions.
Being less disciplined in pleasure games than Aphrodite-and having more strength even in
her clone body than a normal woman could muster-she needed to be held fast in place so
that nothing would go wrong with the process of spitting her like a suckling pig. Her hands
were looped together in front of her so that her fingers could play with her loins, a privilege
Marinlae chose to honor her with as Diana prepared to receive the loving thrust of her gentle
mistress.
Marinlae was all but panting with desire, knowing her turn would come shortly as she
surveyed the tempting flesh of her Amazon pet, pausing just long enough to finger her loins
with her fingers to see to it the opening there was well lubricated.
"I'm going to enter you through your pussy," Marinlae informed her slave, knowing full well
that Diana would not protest this.
"I am ready," Diana replied, "Whenever you wish to enter me, my lady, I will receive you."
"I know," Marinlae licked her lips, savoring the taste of Diana's juices, which were still fresh
on her tongue after a vigorous bout of cunnalingus. She continued to finger Diana's loins so
that the pussy lips would remain parted, then picked up the business end of the spit and ran
the tip along the inner slit until she found the opening wide enough for easy access. Marinlae
was careful to finger Diana's clit so as to bring the Amazon to a groaning intensity as she
waited to be penetrated. Marinlae carefully inserted the spit almost a full nine inches into
Diana before pausing to take stock of the proper route that she would need to follow. Dian
a made a tight little squeal as she felt the thing press against the top of her Uterus, but that
was all the protest she would voice as she waited for the penetration to begin in earnest.
Marinlae picked up the spit with both hands and took her position behind Diana's upturned
fanny, rotating the spit until it was at last at the proper angle. Diana was continuing to make
little noises, but so far she was not in any real pain and seemed-if anything-to be eagerly
anticipating what she knew was to follow. The so-called Wonder Woman of Themiscrya (w
hom some called Paradise Island) waited in helpless longing as Marinlae took her time
making certain all was ready, but then at last Marinlae chose her moment and began to thrust
into her prospective dinner, savoring Diana's sharp hiss as the metal went in and up through
the passageway into her body.
It was a curious quirk of the Amazon creed that whenever they were bound by man or woman
the Amazons would become weak and defenseless, a collective psychological hindrance that
was belied their noble claim to being independent minded women. So long as she was
bound by rope or chain, Diana was compelled to obey her Master or Mistress, which she
most certainly did do around Marinlae, the woman to whom Diana had given herself in
perpetuity as both a slave and wife in the Harem.
In the past this psychological or magical limitation had been a bloody bother to Diana, but
now she welcomed her surrender as Marinlae drove the point of the shaft along, easily sliding
by the heart and other vital organs until the point exited from Diana's mouth and she was well
and properly spitted in earnest. The whole process had taken several minutes to accomplish,
but once done it caused Diana to feel herself shudder inside with an orgasm, causing her to
buck her hips in such a way that her body convulsed with pleasurable sensations. She ban to
move her groin up and down as much as she could as it to hump the spit while Marinlae
continued to push until the tip extended the appropriate length beyond the lips of her
submissive partner.
"Well done," Marinlae said encouragingly as she felt her rapport with Diana convey the
warming sensations of pleasure that inevitably came from being spitted. She had to calm
her breath as the excitement continued to build, knowing that her turn was almost at hand as
she added in a husky voice, "Or rather you will be very shortly!"
Diana could not, of course, speak with her mouth filled by the hollow tube that had impaled
her, but she could project her thoughts loud enough for Marinlae to hear, "Well done is a
splendid idea, Mistress. I will cook long and well until my meat is of sufficient quality to
mpress you, and then you may do with my flesh as best you find pleasing."
"Prepared to be devoured when you time comes," Marinlae said, turning to smile at the blue
haired lady beside her, "As soon as Diana is roasting over the fire you are to begin to process
me so that I can roast beside her."
"It will be as you say," replied Ravenaxe the Ghoul as she smiled in equal relish, eyeing the
naked Sorceress with hunger clear in her eyes as she added in a lustful tone of voice, "I'll see
to spitting you myself, and I promise you will have an excellent pole ride."
"I'm counting on it," Marinlae replied as her hands were in motion tying Diana's feet to the
pole, then fitting her with a Bayonet in her ass to secure her from that end. She felt her
pleasure intensify as Diana conveyed a sense of her double-penetration. Life was so good
when you were the Mistress able to command your meat with such enthusiasm, but in all trut
h she wanted to be the meat as much as her loved ones, and very soon she would be
roasting alongside her beloved Diana, the two of them linked in a mutually intense
communion before they would blissfully expire over the
fires together...
Continued.