He pulled down his zipper and got out his cock. It was hard, not huge. My minder released my gag and forced me down onto my knees. My guest, who’d just made me cum in a way I had never cum before, took his cock and presented it – no, forced it – into my mouth. I accepted it. It was sweaty and salty; he face fucked me vigorously. I used my tongue to caress his cock head each time it came into my mouth. My saliva dribbled each time he withdrew, but my hands were still bound so I couldn’t wipe my mouth nor had any control over the pace or depth of his thrusts. I nearly gagged each time he went back inside; I’d never sucked off any of my boyfriends quite like this, but I was enjoying it. I must be one sick bitch, I thought as I felt his cock quiver, his body stiffen, and his cum hit the back of my throat.
“Swallow, it bitch” he ordered. So I did. He finally retracted himself, pulled me to my feet and looked me up and down. “Turn round”, so I did. He placed his hands on my buttocks, and playfully squeezed them. He parted my cheeks and I feared the worst, but he just patted them, and walked off the stage. My minder replace my gag and I turned slowly around, so that I could see what was happening to Luke.
The female guest was on her knees in front of him, wiping his cum off her lips. His gag was still in place. I lingered just a moment too long, and was forced back to face the front.
The remainder of the guests broke out into a round of applause, as I looked on ashamed, but still turned on.
“They are good, very good, well done. His cock is delicious. But I’d like to see them together” Luke’s fellatior purred.
“Shall I have them fuck for you?” boss bitch asked
“Yes, I think so”, the lead female guest answered, “What do you think, Charles?”
“Definitely, definitely” the guy who I’d sucked off answered.
Boss lady motioned the minders to take us down from the stage. It took a little while as we shuffled down the steps. She pointed to the centre table, and minder pushed my face down onto the cloth, ass in the air, legs spread, wet, swollen pussy revealed.
Luke’s minder had lined him up behind me. Without any further lubrication, although I didn’t think I needed any, I felt him put in a position between my legs. Boss lady took him in her hand, and guided him towards my pussy. He pushed, but couldn’t quite penetrate me. Boss lady adjusted the aim and he pushed some more. It was quite painful to begin with, but he eventually found his way in. I heard him sigh as he entered me. I moaned through my gag as I felt him enter me as far as he could go.
“Fuck her, fuck her hard, male, we haven’t got long”
I then felt someone stroking my hair as my cheek rested against the table cloth, and someone else stand directly in front of me. I had never, ever fucked before an audience, and whilst it shouldn’t have been, it was immensely pleasurable. I panted through my gag as Luke continued to thrust mechanically in and out of me, his rate increasing. I didn’t get much further as I felt him buck and his body stiffen as he buried himself in me and released his cum. I ground onto him, disappointed I hadn’t cum again, although I was close. He was quickly pulled out from me.
I felt someone behind me, inspecting my fucked pussy. I could feel Luke’s cum starting to dribble from me.
“Bravo, they will most definitely do. Fabulous as ever, Glenda, fabulous” came the verdict.
“Thank you, Ma’am. How would you like them done?”
“Oven roasted please, together. Alive. Coupled. I’ll leave the position to your imagination, surprise us. But I want to see his dick in her when they’re done”.
She clapped her hands excitedly. “See, everyone, I told you it would be fab, and we haven’t even had dinner yet. I can’t wait to eat that cock for real”.
Dinner…oven roasted…coupled…what the fuck…… I reeled in shock. They were going to roast us, shit, what kind of sick fuckers were these people? I might have coped with life as a sex slave, at least it was life. But they were going to cook us. Fucking hell, roast us alive….in an oven. Then they’d eat us, or what? My god, I realised, we were going to die.
As I struggled to come to terms with what I’d just heard, my minder grabbed me from behind, holding my arms tightly. He pulled me up from the table, and held me. I couldn’t kick, my legs were manacled and spread. Luke had obviously heard what boss bitch had said too; he tried to squirm away from his minder’s reach, but no luck. She quickly had the prod onto his legs and he was floored, squirming in agony.
“Careful with the meat, Delilah”, boss bitch reprimanded. I saw her bend down with a syringe in hand, and stick it into Luke’s thigh. He went still. Then I felt a prick on my rear upper thigh, an injection, and I felt myself drifting away.
When I woke I was still gagged and still naked. The ceiling was strip-lighted and polystyrene tiled. My legs and arms were restrained. My wrists tied to my ankles, tightly. The only part of me I could move was my head.
I lifted my head and through my legs saw Luke led on his back, in front of me. He was awake and lifting his head too. He tried to smile at me. He was also gagged and trussed up. We were set on a metal tray in what I could see, as I gazed around, was a kitchen. Our bodies glistened, covered in something. Oil? That would make sense, we’d been basted.
Fucking hell, that wasn’t a dream, it’s real enough…. I am going to be killed and eaten….and that guy, Luke he’s real too and is here with me. It then occurred to me that he had a full on view of my pussy and ass when he raised his head. Oddly, at that point the only thing I could think of was that there had been no point trying to hide it earlier in that white room.
Despite, or perhaps because of, my terminal predicament, that thought was a real thrill. The man who’d earlier fucked me over a table was now getting an eyeful of my glistening pussy as I lay bound, smeared in oil, on a table…in a kitchen…about to be roasted and eaten. I should be petrified, and to I was, but also very, very turned on.
“You’re lucky, they want a live oven roast today. And together, so you’ll have some company as you cook. Better than the poor beggars last month….but that’s another story”. Christ, we weren’t the first – and what the fuck could be worse than being roasted alive?
The speaker was a plump, kindly looking woman. She was dressed in a white smock.
“Marcia, is it on?”.
“Yes, chef. 50 degrees centigrade, as you said. And nearly there too”, a much younger lady also in white smocks replied and walked over to us.
“Very good. She’s not quite fully oiled yet. Can you come and finish her belly and pussy, please. I’ll move the male into position. Glenda wants them in the ‘Case’ position, both on their backs, him inside her”.
“Oooh, I do like that one, chef”, Marcia chirped.
“We’re going to start you nice and low so you get used to it and to crisp you up, then baste you, and then increase the temperature. They want us to keep you alive as long as possible, you know. So, that’s what I’ll do. Might even get you to the table alive, you never know”, she giggled to herself.
Chef started to slide Luke forward on the oiled table, towards me. His feet were bound sole to sole, so that his knees pointed outwards, his wrists bound behind his head. His belly was arched up. He looked uncomfortable.
Marcia lifted my legs over Luke’s feet as chef pushed him forwards; then she lifted my buttocks so that his feet were now propping up my lower back.
My wrists were released from my ankles, and my legs were lifted over Luke’s. Marcia then placed something soft under my buttocks.
“The butter on the riser under you will help bronze your rump nicely. Our guests like a bronzed rump. I do hope it’s not too uncomfortable” chef explained.
The effect was to expose my pussy even more to Luke, the thought of which just turned me on even more – I wanted him in me again.
I didn’t have a long wait. I felt Marica spread my labia while chef took Luke’s dick, and lined him up with my open pussy. She pulled him forward a fraction and I felt his tip enter me. With us both on our backs, it was difficult to get deep penetration, but that was fine; his tip pointed up so rubbed the front of my vaginal canal, and I could feel the shaft rubbing against my clitoris. I felt a small orgasm rush through me. I contracted around him, and felt him twitch in response. I could hear him breathing heavily, just a couple of feet in front of me.
His arms were then bound along my thighs so that his wrists were at my groin. My arms were bound similarly, but my hands were on his belly. Both bindings were tight, almost painfully tight, but, I thought, that was the least of my worries. We were both pretty immobile now. I could just about lift my head to see the end of my mons through my breasts.
I just glimpsed Luke raising his head – although his arched back prevented a full-on view, he could probably just see his dick inside me. I could squeeze my vaginal muscles around him, and just about manage to push myself fractionally up and down his cock. This was, despite the desperate circumstances, quite possibly the most sexually charged I think I had ever felt. The prospect of death was frightening, but it just enhanced my already sexually charged state.
“Right, I think that’s about it. Excellent job Marcia, don’t they look just lovely. I hope Glenda and our guests appreciate them”, chef mused
“I’m sure they will”, the younger woman replied, chuckling, “I’m sure they will”.
So this was it. Chef began to wheel the trolley over to the far wall, with me going forwards, so I could see we were headed towards a pair of metal grey double doors. The oven!.
Marcia opened the doors in front of us, which as they opened, pulled out a long grill shelf. Chef slowly slid the trolley to the it’s edge. All I could see was a dark void. No light at all. I wondered how it was heated. But it was because I could feel a dry heat coming out, but no worse than a hot desert day. Yet, I thought, yet.
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