So the good news is they're not going to die yet. Yay team!!
...and then there's the less good news, of course, for those strapped in a frame, anyway.
I think it's getting warm in here...
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BARB’S DYSTOPIAN DOLCETTISH DEMISE
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I think it's getting warm in here...
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Wonderful illustration!!!
settantuno, you have an exceptional ability to bring my mind and writing to visual life. You captured the scene exactly as I imagined it when I wrote the text!
That's very true!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
24.
On Teufel’s command, a bevy of guards and matrons, tasked with getting the six girls down and relocating them to open and ready wooden stocks, rushed to the frames to carry out their assignment.
Barb chose the moment to make one last desperate attempt at escape. As soon as a kneeling matron and an outstretched guard removed the shackles from her right wrist and ankle, she pivoted and kneed the guard in the balls ... causing him to go down on his knees, eyes bulging and holding his crotch.
Retribution was swift, but calculated, for Barb had unfortunately acted in haste, not having thought about the fact that her left ankle and wrist were still bound to the frame.
Teufel took it upon himself to deal personally with the matter. He waited patiently for Sue to be removed from the frame. Then he ordered two of his people to approach Barb from behind to pin her free arm behind her back and grasp her free leg, rendering her virtually helpless.
Walking up to her slowly and deliberately, he regarded her thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as though making a weighty decision. Then, without warning, he drove his clenched fist into her belly again and again.
Turning on his heel, he muttered, “Get the stupid little bitch down and into her stock. Time’s a wasting.”
***********
For fifty-eight year old, Julian Wurst, who was attending his first FNPA gathering as a newly installed top brass official, the experience so far had been mind blowing! He had expected the usual dull banquet with boring speeches and polite small talk ... nothing like this!
The spirited entry onto the stage of the scantily clad sows dressed as cheerleaders had been an eye opener, but the opportunity to play out one of his favorite fantasies ... applying a cane to the bare asses of squirming, screaming, helpless young beauties was a dream come true!
And now as they were being locked into the row of wooden stocks, with their lovely reddened asses raised, open and ready! He could hardly contain his excitement ... for he had a hard on that couldn’t wait to be plunged into somewhere warm, tight and moist.
Being a self-described ‘ass man’, he had spent the last half hour sizing up ... as he wreaked unholy punishment on each and every one of them with his rattan cane ... the relative size, shape and desirability of each of the six candidates’ derrières.
The choice, though, had been made with surprising ease. For he had fallen in love with the tight little ass of the brunette they referred to as Barb, and he had made haste to make sure that he was first in line at the still unoccupied stock reserved for her.
Still unoccupied due to the fact that she had foolishly attempted to resist being led to the stocks, and was suffering for her intransigence at the hands of that brutish beast, Teufel. Luckily in Wurst’s opinion, Teufel’s wrath seemed to be directed largely at her tummy and of short duration.
She’d be bent over in her stock and helpless in front of him soon enough, and being first in line meant he congratulated himself on having no need to worry about sloppy seconds. It was just a matter of time and she would be his!
For at long last they were frog-marching her over, forcing her onto her knees and locking her neck and wrists into the stocks ... forcing her into a bent over posture that had the desirable effect of spreading her delectable ass cheeks and presenting him with a tantalizing choice to be made between taking her by way of her anus or her pussy.
Colonel Grossmann had requested that no one begin until he gave the go ahead, which gave Wurst a little time to consider making the right choice. His pants were off. He had his fully enlarged and rock hard member in his hand. He was more than ready.
Quick glances right and left told him that all six girls had been secured in their stocks and that his colleagues had all removed their pants and shorts and had lined up behind the girls of their choice. A few, who obviously preferred to begin by being sucked, had circled around to face their victims.
With some dismay he noticed that old Horace, by far the eldest of the group, had positioned himself in front of Barb. Wurst really didn’t want Barb’s attention to be divided between he and old Horace while he was engaged in fucking her and wished Horace had chosen someone else.
As he waited, he overheard the one called, Kristin, who was locked in the stock to Barb’s immediate right whisper furtively to Barb as she eyed the huge member of one of Wursts’ colleagues waggling in front of her face, “Barb! You never got around to teaching me how to suck!”
To which he overheard Barb reply, “That’s because I don’t know how any more than you do. I’ve never agreed to do it with anyone!”
“But Joey Farnsworth told everyone at school that ...”
“Shut up, Kristin! Just try not to swallow! Okay?”
Further discussion between the two, enlightening as it may have been, was cut short by Colonel Grossman’s signal to begin.
Having optimistically decided that he would surely have enough stamina to do both holes, Wurst began by gripping one of Barb’s hips with his free hand while aiming the tip of his erection with the other at the dry pink slit between her cunt lips. Probing and pressing, he succeeded in pushing himself in, feeling the internal sensuous warmth of her loins as they gradually began to open and lubricate in response to his vigorous thrusting ... relentless pumping ... in and out ... ever deeper and deeper. Reaching out with his free hand, he alternated between crushing one of her dangling breasts against her heaving chest and playfully pinching or twisting its nipple, as he brought himself, and he imagined her too, closer and closer to ecstasy.
At the same time he kept a wary eye on old Horace ... who had lifted Barb’s head by the pony tail and was forcing himself into her mouth ... in addition to being vaguely aware of the frenzied activity going on all up and down the line, as well as the guy behind him insisting that he hurry the fuck up.
“Barb ... I swallowed!” cried Kristen.
“Mmmphhhh,” responded Barb.
“Uhhhhhhh!” gasped the redhead to the left of Barb as her body shook and trembled under a vigorously climaxing assault from behind.
By that time, Wurst had succeeded in pushing himself inside her to the hilt with each and every stroke, and could sense he was getting very close. Extracting his gleaming wet member from her cunt, he redirected it to the widened crack between her ass cheeks with the intent of forcing its way into her tight sphincter.
“Oh God, please don’t! I’ve never ...” she cried, turning her head towards him, with wide-open terrified eyes and gobs of old Horace’s spunk running from her nose and mouth.
He ignored her passioned plea, and focused on what he was doing.
The going was slow at first, and he wondered whether he had made a mistake by not cumming in her cunt. But by holding tightly to both her hips, and pushing vigorously, he succeeded after a number of tries in forcing his head inside, and was soon happily reaming the poor girl out for all he was worth ... harder and faster, harder and faster ... until he exploded in what he thought may have been the most intense and satisfying orgasm of his life.
************
For Barb that was hardly the end. Wurst and old Horace were quickly replaced by others. She vaguely recalled someone saying that there were at least a dozen of them maybe more. She did the quick math ... that meant two or three for each girl. But she already had a new one shoving his prick into her from behind, and both Kristin and Sue had new ones working them from both ends, which meant there must be far more of them than she thought, or more likely ... the guards were joining in on the fun too.
By the time it was all over, she reckoned she had been assaulted from behind by different men at least four, possibly five, times and forced to gag on two pricks shoved into her mouth. She thought Kristin and Sue may have each suffered even more, and had no idea what it had been like for the others. She was pretty sure at least some of their tormentors had come back for more at least once.
But it had finally ended. The lights had been dimmed. Colonel Grossman and the guests had departed, as had Guy Wirts and his camera crew.
Still stuck in their stocks, Barb could hear the others whimpering and moaning, along with the voice of Teufel ordering his people to clean the place up and move the pigs back to the barracks.
“Wait!” cried Sue, on hearing that. “Grossman promised us our freedom after this was over.”
“Well, if he did, he lied,” retorted Teufel
“Oh Shit,” groaned Barb.
TO BE CONTINUED
On Teufel’s command, a bevy of guards and matrons, tasked with getting the six girls down and relocating them to open and ready wooden stocks, rushed to the frames to carry out their assignment.
Barb chose the moment to make one last desperate attempt at escape. As soon as a kneeling matron and an outstretched guard removed the shackles from her right wrist and ankle, she pivoted and kneed the guard in the balls ... causing him to go down on his knees, eyes bulging and holding his crotch.
Retribution was swift, but calculated, for Barb had unfortunately acted in haste, not having thought about the fact that her left ankle and wrist were still bound to the frame.
Teufel took it upon himself to deal personally with the matter. He waited patiently for Sue to be removed from the frame. Then he ordered two of his people to approach Barb from behind to pin her free arm behind her back and grasp her free leg, rendering her virtually helpless.
Walking up to her slowly and deliberately, he regarded her thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as though making a weighty decision. Then, without warning, he drove his clenched fist into her belly again and again.
Turning on his heel, he muttered, “Get the stupid little bitch down and into her stock. Time’s a wasting.”
***********
For fifty-eight year old, Julian Wurst, who was attending his first FNPA gathering as a newly installed top brass official, the experience so far had been mind blowing! He had expected the usual dull banquet with boring speeches and polite small talk ... nothing like this!
The spirited entry onto the stage of the scantily clad sows dressed as cheerleaders had been an eye opener, but the opportunity to play out one of his favorite fantasies ... applying a cane to the bare asses of squirming, screaming, helpless young beauties was a dream come true!
And now as they were being locked into the row of wooden stocks, with their lovely reddened asses raised, open and ready! He could hardly contain his excitement ... for he had a hard on that couldn’t wait to be plunged into somewhere warm, tight and moist.
Being a self-described ‘ass man’, he had spent the last half hour sizing up ... as he wreaked unholy punishment on each and every one of them with his rattan cane ... the relative size, shape and desirability of each of the six candidates’ derrières.
The choice, though, had been made with surprising ease. For he had fallen in love with the tight little ass of the brunette they referred to as Barb, and he had made haste to make sure that he was first in line at the still unoccupied stock reserved for her.
Still unoccupied due to the fact that she had foolishly attempted to resist being led to the stocks, and was suffering for her intransigence at the hands of that brutish beast, Teufel. Luckily in Wurst’s opinion, Teufel’s wrath seemed to be directed largely at her tummy and of short duration.
She’d be bent over in her stock and helpless in front of him soon enough, and being first in line meant he congratulated himself on having no need to worry about sloppy seconds. It was just a matter of time and she would be his!
For at long last they were frog-marching her over, forcing her onto her knees and locking her neck and wrists into the stocks ... forcing her into a bent over posture that had the desirable effect of spreading her delectable ass cheeks and presenting him with a tantalizing choice to be made between taking her by way of her anus or her pussy.
Colonel Grossmann had requested that no one begin until he gave the go ahead, which gave Wurst a little time to consider making the right choice. His pants were off. He had his fully enlarged and rock hard member in his hand. He was more than ready.
Quick glances right and left told him that all six girls had been secured in their stocks and that his colleagues had all removed their pants and shorts and had lined up behind the girls of their choice. A few, who obviously preferred to begin by being sucked, had circled around to face their victims.
With some dismay he noticed that old Horace, by far the eldest of the group, had positioned himself in front of Barb. Wurst really didn’t want Barb’s attention to be divided between he and old Horace while he was engaged in fucking her and wished Horace had chosen someone else.
As he waited, he overheard the one called, Kristin, who was locked in the stock to Barb’s immediate right whisper furtively to Barb as she eyed the huge member of one of Wursts’ colleagues waggling in front of her face, “Barb! You never got around to teaching me how to suck!”
To which he overheard Barb reply, “That’s because I don’t know how any more than you do. I’ve never agreed to do it with anyone!”
“But Joey Farnsworth told everyone at school that ...”
“Shut up, Kristin! Just try not to swallow! Okay?”
Further discussion between the two, enlightening as it may have been, was cut short by Colonel Grossman’s signal to begin.
Having optimistically decided that he would surely have enough stamina to do both holes, Wurst began by gripping one of Barb’s hips with his free hand while aiming the tip of his erection with the other at the dry pink slit between her cunt lips. Probing and pressing, he succeeded in pushing himself in, feeling the internal sensuous warmth of her loins as they gradually began to open and lubricate in response to his vigorous thrusting ... relentless pumping ... in and out ... ever deeper and deeper. Reaching out with his free hand, he alternated between crushing one of her dangling breasts against her heaving chest and playfully pinching or twisting its nipple, as he brought himself, and he imagined her too, closer and closer to ecstasy.
At the same time he kept a wary eye on old Horace ... who had lifted Barb’s head by the pony tail and was forcing himself into her mouth ... in addition to being vaguely aware of the frenzied activity going on all up and down the line, as well as the guy behind him insisting that he hurry the fuck up.
“Barb ... I swallowed!” cried Kristen.
“Mmmphhhh,” responded Barb.
“Uhhhhhhh!” gasped the redhead to the left of Barb as her body shook and trembled under a vigorously climaxing assault from behind.
By that time, Wurst had succeeded in pushing himself inside her to the hilt with each and every stroke, and could sense he was getting very close. Extracting his gleaming wet member from her cunt, he redirected it to the widened crack between her ass cheeks with the intent of forcing its way into her tight sphincter.
“Oh God, please don’t! I’ve never ...” she cried, turning her head towards him, with wide-open terrified eyes and gobs of old Horace’s spunk running from her nose and mouth.
He ignored her passioned plea, and focused on what he was doing.
The going was slow at first, and he wondered whether he had made a mistake by not cumming in her cunt. But by holding tightly to both her hips, and pushing vigorously, he succeeded after a number of tries in forcing his head inside, and was soon happily reaming the poor girl out for all he was worth ... harder and faster, harder and faster ... until he exploded in what he thought may have been the most intense and satisfying orgasm of his life.
************
For Barb that was hardly the end. Wurst and old Horace were quickly replaced by others. She vaguely recalled someone saying that there were at least a dozen of them maybe more. She did the quick math ... that meant two or three for each girl. But she already had a new one shoving his prick into her from behind, and both Kristin and Sue had new ones working them from both ends, which meant there must be far more of them than she thought, or more likely ... the guards were joining in on the fun too.
By the time it was all over, she reckoned she had been assaulted from behind by different men at least four, possibly five, times and forced to gag on two pricks shoved into her mouth. She thought Kristin and Sue may have each suffered even more, and had no idea what it had been like for the others. She was pretty sure at least some of their tormentors had come back for more at least once.
But it had finally ended. The lights had been dimmed. Colonel Grossman and the guests had departed, as had Guy Wirts and his camera crew.
Still stuck in their stocks, Barb could hear the others whimpering and moaning, along with the voice of Teufel ordering his people to clean the place up and move the pigs back to the barracks.
“Wait!” cried Sue, on hearing that. “Grossman promised us our freedom after this was over.”
“Well, if he did, he lied,” retorted Teufel
“Oh Shit,” groaned Barb.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It was a very good chapter - but not quite good enough to post twice!
Emphasis on desperate, underline, bold, italics, larger font!
Do we need to be told this?
Reminds me of the old South Carolina story. A girl and her beau are spoonin' on the front porch swing one evening. She breaks off the kissing and says, "Say something soft and warm and mushy, Clyde." He stumbles and says, "Ah, shit, Magnolia!"
Whoever said sows are smart.
It was a very good chapter - but not quite good enough to post twice!
Fixed that ...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Posting it twice was part of the plan to confuse her guards.It was a very good chapter - but not quite good enough to post twice!
Unfortunately, she forgot to unshackle her left wrist and ankle in the second post!
(I am in a surrealist mood this evening).
twonines
LIMERICUS
If it wasn`t good enough to post twice, it only failed by the slenderest of margins.Fixed that ...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Is it any wonder that, in a story written by Barb, that Barb's ass would win first prize?
twonines
LIMERICUS
Well its fame does goes before it, which is pretty remarkable for an ass.
That bastard!!
Another great chapter, Barb. You always throw in a twist at the end to keep us wondering what will happen next (usually something awful, of course).
25.
After standing in line for nearly two hours outside the visitors entrance to the FNPA Goose River Center ‘Spitting and Live Roasting Facility’, Joey Farnsworth was pleased to see that they had finally opened the doors and the line was moving forward. He had driven through the night to be there early, not wanting to miss the chance to witness the spitting and roasting of his beloved friend, Barbara Moore.
He had requested time off from work the moment he had received notice, via the notification system he had been monitoring daily, that her roasting date was set for Wednesday, August 14th. He had immediately applied for a ticket, which he now clutched in his hand.
Before departing for Goose River, he had paid a visit to the Moore residence to see if anyone there wished to get a last minute ticket and accompany him. The parents had both declined. Barb’s brother and Joey’s pal, Seth, declined as well, but Joey could tell that he was tempted. So, as he was leaving, Joey let Seth know, out of the parents’ earshot, that he would bring back photos of Barb’s roasting on his phone.
After carefully scrutinizing his ticket, a stony-faced matron waived him through, and Joey hurried to the visitors gallery over the spitting hall, fearful that the delay caused by the long slow-moving line may have caused him to miss Barb’s spitting.
But luckily, he was there in plenty of time and was able to grab a front row seat with a good view of the floor below with its ranks of perfectly-aligned rows of shiny Jessica spitting machines. And it wasn’t long before a double door on the far side of the hall opened to admit the day’s first batch of 40 sows ... hustled into the room flanked by an equal number of matrons armed with cattle prods, just in case their any of their charges proved to be a bit recalcitrant.
Joey scanned the faces of the girls as they filed one after another through the doorway, hoping to spot Barb and hoping that she’d be assigned to one of the closer machines, so that he might have a good view.
And he didn’t have long to wait. For there she was ... the love of his life heading straight toward him, naked and so cute, with lovely tits bouncing jauntily as she ran down the aisle between machines until halted by her matron next to a machine almost directly in front of where he was sitting ... Joey could hardly believe his good fortune!
But Joey’s good fortune didn’t end there, because as an unexpected bonus there were two others that he also recognized ... two former former Hamilton High classmates ... snooty old red-headed, Sue McDonaugh, and perky cheerleader squad captain, Kristin Magruder! And their matrons we’re going to mount them on the spitting machines flanking Barb’s!
Pulling out his phone, Joey leaned far forward in his seat, determined to capture the mounting and spitting of all three girls ... thinking what a coup it would be to submit the pics for the ‘where are our grads now’ section of next year’s Hamilton High yearbook.
Out on the floor, the matrons ... with amazing, well-practiced efficiency ... had marshaled all 40 of their charges to where they were supposed to be ... standing at readiness before there respective machines.
Joey took a close look at his three former classmates. He thought the expression on Barb’s face revealed her customary disdain for anything she thought was unjust, which he suspected included damn near everything. Sue, the class know-it-all, seemed haughtily indifferent to what was about to take place. And Kristin, who seemed curiously preoccupied with looking all around, took him by surprise when she spotted him and began to wave at him excitedly.
Barb taking notice of her excited antics, looked Joey’s way, saw him, and instinctively attempted to cover her nakedness with her arms and hands while scowling at him darkly. He could have sworn ... although he couldn’t hear her through the glass panel separating the visitor’s seating from the spitting hall ... that it looked like she was saying, “Oh Shit!”
A voice crackled over the PA system, ordering the matrons to ‘mount their sows’ and Joey watched transfixed ... nearly forgetting to snap pictures ... as Barb, Sue and Kristin we’re guided forward to their Jessicas, where they were forced to kneel, bend over forward, and allow themselves to be tightly strapped into place.
In Joey’s mind, as he observed her lying helpless on that machine, Barb seemed more beautiful than ever ... supple thighs ... lovely little ass ... taut tummy ... ribs ... soft shoulders ... dangling tits ... and scrumptious nips! Damn! Why hadn’t he been more forceful when he had her alone in the back seat that one night she had agreed to let him take her out?
************
Barb was seething as she stretched herself out over her machine’s gleaming longitudinal support bar. She just couldn’t believe it! How could that miserable creep, Joey Farnsworth show up at a time like this? ... and taking pictures of her, no less! She wanted so badly to flash him the finger, but couldn’t due to the fact her wrists were tied behind her back.
She did manage, though, to stick her tongue out at him ... a childish thing to do, she knew ... before they placed her chin on the support cup and strapped her down. Small consolation, but still something.
Over on the next machine Barb could hear Kristin complaining that the metal frame of her Jessica was cold, and wondering about whether being spitted was going to hurt. And over on the next machine she could hear an irritated Sue telling Kristin to please shut the fuck up.
Having been bound to one of these things before, Barb knew exactly what to expect. She knew that they’d soon be sticking a stabilizing rod up her ass and the business head of a long spit up her cunt. But she’d overheard the matrons saying there’d be no gutting that day, so at least there was something to be grateful for ... she’d be spared that.
Looking out of the corner of her eye, she could see Joey, holding out his phone with one hand to snap her picture. And as soon as he saw that she was looking, waving at her like a complete lunatic.
But there was no point in giving him another thought. She had been startled by the prick of a needle being jammed into her right ass cheek, and a dull ache as a full syringe of tranquilizing fluid was injected into her. Almost immediately a serene sense of calmness came over her.
************
The Jessica operator assigned to Barb’s machine smiled. He remembered her well ... she was that cute little sow they had brought in, back in July, to demonstrate how a Jessica works for that lunatic tv host, Guy Wirt ... who, as it turned out, had nearly killed her when he inadvertently set off the machine’s gutting mechanism. Only by quick thinking and quick action had he saved her.
Well, now here she was again ... but this time here for the real thing. Such a pity, as he thought her a pretty fine piece of ass that he would have loved to ....”
But always the professional, he cast aside such thoughts. He had a job to do. Once the matrons had her strapped into position and tranquilized, he’d be starting up the Jessica and monitoring the slow, carefully calibrated process of bringing a live-spitting operation to a successful conclusion. Not too slow, not too fast ... it had to be done just so ... to ensure that each spitted sow could be taken, still alive, to the waiting roasting pits.
So, in with the stabilizer and the blunt tip of the spit ... slow and easy does it ... let her cunny take the spit in naturally ... don’t force it ... give it time ... she’ll eventually open up to the spinning lubricated tip ... yes, there it goes ... just right ... sliding in nicely now ...probably feels good to her ... almost there ... Perfect.
Then, start up the spitting driver ... monitor her breathing ....
TO BE CONTINUED
After standing in line for nearly two hours outside the visitors entrance to the FNPA Goose River Center ‘Spitting and Live Roasting Facility’, Joey Farnsworth was pleased to see that they had finally opened the doors and the line was moving forward. He had driven through the night to be there early, not wanting to miss the chance to witness the spitting and roasting of his beloved friend, Barbara Moore.
He had requested time off from work the moment he had received notice, via the notification system he had been monitoring daily, that her roasting date was set for Wednesday, August 14th. He had immediately applied for a ticket, which he now clutched in his hand.
Before departing for Goose River, he had paid a visit to the Moore residence to see if anyone there wished to get a last minute ticket and accompany him. The parents had both declined. Barb’s brother and Joey’s pal, Seth, declined as well, but Joey could tell that he was tempted. So, as he was leaving, Joey let Seth know, out of the parents’ earshot, that he would bring back photos of Barb’s roasting on his phone.
After carefully scrutinizing his ticket, a stony-faced matron waived him through, and Joey hurried to the visitors gallery over the spitting hall, fearful that the delay caused by the long slow-moving line may have caused him to miss Barb’s spitting.
But luckily, he was there in plenty of time and was able to grab a front row seat with a good view of the floor below with its ranks of perfectly-aligned rows of shiny Jessica spitting machines. And it wasn’t long before a double door on the far side of the hall opened to admit the day’s first batch of 40 sows ... hustled into the room flanked by an equal number of matrons armed with cattle prods, just in case their any of their charges proved to be a bit recalcitrant.
Joey scanned the faces of the girls as they filed one after another through the doorway, hoping to spot Barb and hoping that she’d be assigned to one of the closer machines, so that he might have a good view.
And he didn’t have long to wait. For there she was ... the love of his life heading straight toward him, naked and so cute, with lovely tits bouncing jauntily as she ran down the aisle between machines until halted by her matron next to a machine almost directly in front of where he was sitting ... Joey could hardly believe his good fortune!
But Joey’s good fortune didn’t end there, because as an unexpected bonus there were two others that he also recognized ... two former former Hamilton High classmates ... snooty old red-headed, Sue McDonaugh, and perky cheerleader squad captain, Kristin Magruder! And their matrons we’re going to mount them on the spitting machines flanking Barb’s!
Pulling out his phone, Joey leaned far forward in his seat, determined to capture the mounting and spitting of all three girls ... thinking what a coup it would be to submit the pics for the ‘where are our grads now’ section of next year’s Hamilton High yearbook.
Out on the floor, the matrons ... with amazing, well-practiced efficiency ... had marshaled all 40 of their charges to where they were supposed to be ... standing at readiness before there respective machines.
Joey took a close look at his three former classmates. He thought the expression on Barb’s face revealed her customary disdain for anything she thought was unjust, which he suspected included damn near everything. Sue, the class know-it-all, seemed haughtily indifferent to what was about to take place. And Kristin, who seemed curiously preoccupied with looking all around, took him by surprise when she spotted him and began to wave at him excitedly.
Barb taking notice of her excited antics, looked Joey’s way, saw him, and instinctively attempted to cover her nakedness with her arms and hands while scowling at him darkly. He could have sworn ... although he couldn’t hear her through the glass panel separating the visitor’s seating from the spitting hall ... that it looked like she was saying, “Oh Shit!”
A voice crackled over the PA system, ordering the matrons to ‘mount their sows’ and Joey watched transfixed ... nearly forgetting to snap pictures ... as Barb, Sue and Kristin we’re guided forward to their Jessicas, where they were forced to kneel, bend over forward, and allow themselves to be tightly strapped into place.
In Joey’s mind, as he observed her lying helpless on that machine, Barb seemed more beautiful than ever ... supple thighs ... lovely little ass ... taut tummy ... ribs ... soft shoulders ... dangling tits ... and scrumptious nips! Damn! Why hadn’t he been more forceful when he had her alone in the back seat that one night she had agreed to let him take her out?
************
Barb was seething as she stretched herself out over her machine’s gleaming longitudinal support bar. She just couldn’t believe it! How could that miserable creep, Joey Farnsworth show up at a time like this? ... and taking pictures of her, no less! She wanted so badly to flash him the finger, but couldn’t due to the fact her wrists were tied behind her back.
She did manage, though, to stick her tongue out at him ... a childish thing to do, she knew ... before they placed her chin on the support cup and strapped her down. Small consolation, but still something.
Over on the next machine Barb could hear Kristin complaining that the metal frame of her Jessica was cold, and wondering about whether being spitted was going to hurt. And over on the next machine she could hear an irritated Sue telling Kristin to please shut the fuck up.
Having been bound to one of these things before, Barb knew exactly what to expect. She knew that they’d soon be sticking a stabilizing rod up her ass and the business head of a long spit up her cunt. But she’d overheard the matrons saying there’d be no gutting that day, so at least there was something to be grateful for ... she’d be spared that.
Looking out of the corner of her eye, she could see Joey, holding out his phone with one hand to snap her picture. And as soon as he saw that she was looking, waving at her like a complete lunatic.
But there was no point in giving him another thought. She had been startled by the prick of a needle being jammed into her right ass cheek, and a dull ache as a full syringe of tranquilizing fluid was injected into her. Almost immediately a serene sense of calmness came over her.
************
The Jessica operator assigned to Barb’s machine smiled. He remembered her well ... she was that cute little sow they had brought in, back in July, to demonstrate how a Jessica works for that lunatic tv host, Guy Wirt ... who, as it turned out, had nearly killed her when he inadvertently set off the machine’s gutting mechanism. Only by quick thinking and quick action had he saved her.
Well, now here she was again ... but this time here for the real thing. Such a pity, as he thought her a pretty fine piece of ass that he would have loved to ....”
But always the professional, he cast aside such thoughts. He had a job to do. Once the matrons had her strapped into position and tranquilized, he’d be starting up the Jessica and monitoring the slow, carefully calibrated process of bringing a live-spitting operation to a successful conclusion. Not too slow, not too fast ... it had to be done just so ... to ensure that each spitted sow could be taken, still alive, to the waiting roasting pits.
So, in with the stabilizer and the blunt tip of the spit ... slow and easy does it ... let her cunny take the spit in naturally ... don’t force it ... give it time ... she’ll eventually open up to the spinning lubricated tip ... yes, there it goes ... just right ... sliding in nicely now ...probably feels good to her ... almost there ... Perfect.
Then, start up the spitting driver ... monitor her breathing ....
TO BE CONTINUED
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twonines
LIMERICUS
I didn`t think I was going to enjoy this at the start, because the the subject does not hold particular appeal for me, but it has been brilliantly done, and you have managed to include many other exciting perversions.Congratulations, I can almost forgive you for all those demerits, well almost.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
He considers himself as 'near everything'?
Tongue
in Madeira sauce with mushrooms and croquettes! Mhhh!Although this time, someone else is complaining and worrying about the fine print.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Have it your way, but during this long lock down period, I can enjoy my fantasies too. I`ll not go into detail, but a whangee cane and you tight little will feature prominently.Flattery will get you nowhere. Step out of line and there will sure to be incoming