Posted by Sawney Beane on August 12, 2007 at 02:03:45:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #133
THE ROASTING YARD
by Sawney Beane
16 May 2006
1,434 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of semi-consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was inspired by the marvellous Boyo picture of the same name. There is so much going on in that picture, so many emotions shown on all the faces. And the story it created in my mind is here set down. I hope Boyo doesn't mind me taking liberties with his pictures.
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"C'mon, Ellie, it's time to get you going," said Roy grabbing the girl's wrist lightly but unmistakeably.
"I...I...I...," stammered Ellie nervously. "I'm not ready yet, wait a minute."
The slender china-doll faced girl with shiny brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail was feeling ill. The events of the afternoon were beginning to swirl too quickly around her head making her feel dizzy and faint. There was a quivering in her heart that made her feel as if her chest would explode, and a huge pressure seemed to be pressing down on her making it difficult for her to catch her breath.
"Ellie, you volunteered for this. We need to get on with it," said Roy a bit petulantly.
"Yes, I know, I'll be fine. I just need a second...please."
Ellie had been to these feasts many times before, and each time she had envied the meatgirls. She had spent many nights in her bed feeling the orgasmic sensation of flames licking at her imagined body. She had replayed the scene from preparation through spitting through final roasting and even on to carving and serving for her own pleasure time after time. And yet, the reality was making her feel a bit differently.
Perhaps it was the same feeling basically, but it was all too powerful to take in. Perhaps she had only had a tiny taste of what it would feel to give her body to the crowd, but now, actually doing it, her mind was being crushed by the ponderous reality.
The morning's prep work had not been so terrifying. It had been every bit as soothing as her imagination had led her to believe. It was only out here in the roasting yard standing next to the four flaming roasting pits that the full realization had hit her with enough force to remove all other thoughts.
She didn't know the platinum blonde sizzling away before her, and she had not witnessed the girl's impalement. By the time Ellie had been brought out to the yard, Jamie had been run through with the spit, her wrists tied securely behind her back, and a steel stabilizing rod inserted in her anus. Her ankles were clamped to the spit in an awkward position that brought her knees close to the fire. Jamie's throat bulged unnaturally from the spit, and the flames licking her sizzling skin would have made her writhe in agony...had she been alive. She looked at home on the fire, at peace. She would be a meal to rave about.
Ellie had seen many women roasting in this yard, and the impression had been very strong, strong enough indeed to infest her dreams and to motivate her to volunteer for the feast. Still, none had made Ellie feel the way Jamie did. It had nothing to do with Jamie. It was the time and situation. Unlike on previous visits to the roasting yard, Ellie knew that one of the three remaining roasting pits would host her own succulent body before long. Proximity and perspective make all the difference.
Roy was impatient. "Ellie, let's go, we've got four pits and we need four on to roast right away."
"Can't you do Jen first?" replied Ellie with a trembling voice. She glanced traitorously across to the other end of Jamie's fire pit to see a blonde with dishevelled hair staring mesmerized at Jamie. Jen's slender body seemed stiffly fixed to the spot while a redheaded man with a long steel spit in one hand eyed her resolutely.
"No," Roy moaned, "I can't. Phil's doing Jen while I do you."
Everyone in the roasting yard was nude, and Ellie noticed that both Roy and Phil were highly aroused. Ellie could not deny the effect the sight of four roasting women had had on her libido in the past, but today it irritated her that these men were getting off on watching her terror.
At precisely the wrong moment, the twins showed up. Everyone in town knew Keity and Kayla. Their identical perfect exotic bronze bodies and long black manes made every man in town drool and every woman seethe with envy. Someday no doubt they would submit to the lure of the roasting pit...but not today.
Today they were nude like everyone else, but they were working. The walked across the roasting yard behind the roasting pits with a long spit resting over their shoulders. That in itself was impressive, but the fact that the spit was occupied by a meaty brunette with wrists tied in front of her and ankles tied to the spit made the image stab through Ellie's tortured mind bringing her perilously close to complete breakdown.
The impaled brunette also happened to be Vickie, one of Ellie's closest friends with whom she had conspired to join the menu. Vickie looked perfectly balanced on the spit, riding the twins' graceful stride comfortably. Ellie couldn't tell looking into her impaled friend's dark eyes whether she was alive or not, but in any case she seemed quite oblivious to the world around her and did not protest as Keity and Kayla deposited her gently on the two Y-shaped brackets at either end of the nearest roasting pit. Flames licked Vickie's body, and she began the long arduous process of turning warm girl flesh into hot steaming delicious meat.
"It's time NOW," said Roy impatiently.
Ellie could not reply. The flutter in her heart was pounding irregularly in her head. Each breath was a labour. Phil had already directed Jen over to the spitting table, and Ellie resisted only slightly when Roy began to drag on her wrist for real.
She was lifted onto the table and planted on her back. Her eyes saw red, and her vision tunnelled. The world was spinning. She knew what her body was. It was meat. The slender calves, thighs, skinny arms, rump, trim belly, soft shoulders, ribs, shapely breasts, neatly shaved genitals, even her guts...all of it was meat. Even her face...eyes, cheeks, mouth, tongue, ears, everything she imagined was her...all of it was meat...everything except the bones, which would be tossed into a pile by the satisfied diners. At the end of the night, that's all that would be left of her. Bones mixed in a pile with those of three other girls and smiles on several dozen faces.
Her head pounded. She couldn't breathe at all. Something sharp and cold was sliding into her vagina. She felt a tingling of pleasure, but she knew that would not last long. Her body was limp, no resistance necessary or possible from meat. She was paralysed with fear and anticipation. Then came the pain.
Clearly the spit had moved into her a little bit more. It didn't need to go in very far before the pleasure turned to agony. But they didn't keep her waiting long. Roy was a pro, and the steel destroyer ripped quickly through her body stopping somewhere in her chest. Roy paused to push her body slightly across the table so that her neck was no longer supported by the table edge before guiding the fatal steel through a breathless throat, which could not scream. Now, in addition to the mental block, there was a physical obstruction to Ellie's breathing. She knew she would not last long. She was completely blinded by the pressure in her head, and the colour red seemed to encompass her. The spit slid out of her mouth grating on her teeth, and she tasted blood. Roy wiped the exposed end of the spit off with a stained rag.
Ellie knew her last moments were nigh. She felt somewhat more peaceful. She understood the unseeing looks in the eyes of Jamie and Vickie. Then she felt the pressure in her throat, chest and pelvis as she was lifted into the air. She started on her back, and someone grabbed a wrist and rotated her body on the spit so that she faced downward with limbs dangling. Someone tied her ankles to the spit and then tied her wrists securely behind her arse. And then she was flying.
The trip to the fourth and final roasting pit was not far. The jarring landing on the Y-shaped brackets did nothing to disturb her increasingly distant peace. The last feelings were of warmth. A soft soothing warmth seemed to engulf her like the womb.
Ellie was still blind and breathless. But somehow it was all ok. The important thing was the meat. And she knew she would be good at that. This pleasing thought was the last to form in her tormented brain.