Posted by Peter on February 09, 2009 at 09:21:16:
It is a nondescript room with a door at either end. You enter from one door and move your way to the next. Unfortunately there is a pressure plate that spans the width of the room and is too wide to jump. More unfortunately it is well concealed. You step on it...
Steel panels slam shut over the two doors, sealing you inside the room. Then you hear a groaning creaking as the two walls without doors start to very slowly move towards you. You are going to be crushed! The doors are well sealed, there is no other way out! The walls grind towards you!
Then you notice that those walls are not devoid of features after all. There appears to be a depression in each of the two walls, a humanoid shaped depression. The walls are moving slowly enough that you are able to examine the depressions, they form a perfect hollow for you to fit your body into, as long as you stick your arms and legs into the hollows provided for them, spread eagle, star like.
The walls are so close, you have little time to make decisions. If you don't put yourself in that hollow, you'll be squeezed to pulp. You do so, and as you spread your legs and raise your arms wide to fit, just before the walls close so much you can no longer see, you notice that there are features around the wrists and ankles of the hollow. And then you are sealed, spread eagle and utterly unable to move. But at least you are not paste! You try to control your heavy breathing, not knowing how long your air will last.
You try to suppress the claustrophobia. The darkness is total and you are so tightly sealed, you can't even wiggle. You hear nothing but panic in your breath. Then you hear a snick and your wrists and ankles feel tight cuffs snap into place. Then the walls that hold you tight vibrate and they begin to separate. Light! Air!
Your relief from the release of your confinement is short lived as you realize that you are now held suspended off the floor from those cuffs, chains holding you tightly spread in the center of the room. The doors in the room open and small misshapen figures hidden in cloaks and hoods scurry inside with cushions and a feast. Hurriedly they set up a sumptuous dinner setting while a few others come to you with shears and snips and a small ladder. They twitter and squeak in no language you recognize.
As they cut away your clothing, another taller, not misshapen figure walks in. It reclines luxuriously amongst the cushions and avails itself of grapes while it watches you being stripped. The creatures cut away everything, they don't even leave jewelry. Then they all scurry away, dragging away their tools. You are alone, except for the tall one, enjoying it's feast, leering at you as you hang helpless, naked and completely exposed to it's lecherous gaze.
It produces some sort of small control box and with theater, clicks a button. You hear another grinding sound beneath you and look down as a sharpened metal stake suddenly springs up from the floor directly below you, and stops right under your sex! You shriek! It laughs a male human laugh. He clicks another button and the stake starts to very slowly move upwards, you feel the tip of it touch your labia.
It's sharp!
You try to rise but are held so tightly by the chains and cuffs that you can barely move. Certainly you cannot get out of the way of this rising stake. The tip is so sharp, it is going to cut into you! Not wanting to, desperately hiding your humiliation, but needing to hold off that sharpness from puncturing you, you squirm your labia around the point. You arrange yourself so you've got maybe six inches of grace.
The stake keeps rising ever so slowly, now inside of you. You cannot help but squirm around it's width, for all intents, fucking the stake. Tears stream down your face as your evil audience laughs and eats. You are mere amusement! You are going to be impaled, slowly, so this monster can be entertained!
You keep trying to pull yourself up, and then failing settle back down to try again. Your attempts really do have you fucking the stake which is now deep inside you. Your humiliation is total as your body quakes with an involuntary orgasm as you feel the sharpness of the stake start to penetrate your cervix. You try one last time through that orgasm to rise above it and when you release you feel something inside you pop!
You can feel the stake slowly sinking into your guts. Inside of you it is barely a pressure, you feel little pain, rather you feel the vibration of the stake as it slowly slides through your vagina, sinking deeper and deeper inside of you. The laughter of your horrendous audience does not abate but seems to fade as the significance of it is lost to the reality that this stake is killing you slowly!
The stake is deep inside you. You taste blood and bile. It is hard to breathe. It is really hard to breathe! You feel a pressure in your chest. A pressure that is rising! The stake is coming through you!
It's in your throat! Your breath becomes strangled as the stake fills your esophagus and the pressure of it seals out your breath! You can't even whimper!
It rises higher, the point of it reaches the back of your mouth and starts to press. You tilt your head all the way back to avoid that last pain and the stake slips past to emerge from your mouth. Your eyes stare, horrified and fascinated as the stake rises out above you. You hear another click and the stake suddenly moves quickly through you to bury itself in a hole in the ceiling.
Another click and the chains move pulling your hands and legs in line with the stake, arms outstretched above. Then the room seems to move around you as you are rotated. More grinding sounds... you are horizontal to the ground. A grate opens beneath you and a wave of excruciating heat strikes you!
The chains and stake start to turn you around, rotating that terrible heat. Your last thought is the realization that that monster's feast has just begun. You are being spit roasted on a stake! You are meat! Cooking!
And then you mercifully fade away.