--Pork Chop

Jeff and I graduated welding school toady. We both got hired by a steel fabrication plant that makes Barbecues. I was the only girl in the class and it looks like I am the only one working as a welder in this company. Most of the guys could play football, at least they are built for it. I, on the other hand, am 20 years old, only 105 pounds and 5' 2" with long blond hair that I wear in a ponytail when I am working. I am in great shape though, not a bit of fat anywhere, just a pair of 32Ds and hourglass figure. I don't mind saying I turn heads all the time and love it. Jeff has been flirting with me from the first day of class. I do like Jeff. He is kind of a macho guy but in a quiet smart way. Oh yeah he too is built like a football player but not real fat with a tight little ass, just all muscle. He has called me many endearing names but the one that seems to be sticking is "pork chop". I am not sure I like it, but he says he can never get enough and it's the same when looking at me.

I got a whole new group of guys flirting with me now and Jeff has become fairly jealous. On Friday after work the guys through a bag over my head and told me it is was time for initiation. I played along. They started calling me pork chop too and making fun of me by saying how good I would taste. Jeff was the loudest heckler. They pushed me around in a circle, spun me to the point that I became dizzy. The next thing I knew I was being picked up and laid down on something hard. Then I heard a bang. A few seconds later I heard a torch light up. Then it was quiet. I called out and no one would answer. After a moment I got the bag off my head to discover I was in one of the big Barbecues. This one was designed for big events, mounted on a trailer. The grill was 3'wide and 6' long. It has a large half drum cover. I pushed up on the cover to discover it would not move. Those guys must of welded it closed.

All I could do is lay there on the grill. It was dark and quiet. I had only my thoughts to hear. Thinking about what happened reminded me of pork chop. It made me wonder what it was like to be cooked alive. How it would feel to have the heat touch the skin and how warm it would get. It was getting warm as there was little ventilation. I took my top off and felt the cold steel grill against my back. I was getting really aroused touching my naked stomach and I could feel my nipples getting hard in my bra and my pussy getting moist. I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra and again rested on the cold grill. Without much thought I found myself reaching into my pants feeling my wetness. I slipped off my pants and again the cold grill sent goose bumps through my body. I fingered myself to an incredible organism over and over again until I was exhausted. I laid still again, naked on the grill fantasizing what it would be like to be cooked. What would my skin look like, how would I taste. The thought got me aroused again. I was hot and sweaty. I wondered if this was the way I would feel if the heat was on. I was on the verge of falling asleep when I heard a pop as Jeff pried the cover open. I was still naked and there was Jeff staring at me with a big grin on his face. He took my right hand and put it over my head and interlaced my fingers with his through the grill. He grabbed my other hand, held it down on his far side and reached down to kiss me. Just before reaching my lips he slid down to my right breast and started to run his tongue around my nipple. Goose bump spread over my naked skin. I sighed and suddenly he bit my nipple not real hard but just enough to make it ache a little. I pulled loose and reached up and he picked me up. Our mouths came together. He reached down in-between my legs to my exposed pussy, slid his hand into my dripping slit. I ripped off his shirt and pulled down his pants. His cock was rock hard. I took it in my hand and caressed it when he grabbed me and put me back sitting on the grill. I laid back and spread my legs for him to take what he wanted. He hopped up on top of me. It took no effort for him to slide inside my very wet pussy. He was so big and long that it almost hurt deep inside me. He started to thrust pressing me into the grill. With every thrust, my clit sent a shock wave through my body. I started to shake almost violently as wave after wave came over me. It did not take long for Jeff to cum and collapse on me as he was spent. We laid there for a while. I don't know why but I said I wonder what it would be like to be cooked alive. He said that is amazing because he said he wondered what human flesh would taste like. Maybe like pork chops? We just busted up in laughter. Jeff said we better get out of here before the other guys got back.

After a month, I got real good building there deluxe model when the boss asked me if I had any ideas on how to build a heavier duty spit. I told him I would think about it. I could make some extra money working at home because I had a complete shop left to me by my dad. I had a small two bedroom house on 10 acres with a detached garage that was almost as large as the house. The next ranch was a mile away so it was very private. He was a welder too. He let me take a unit home to study it at my leisure. I made a heavy duty A frame for each end and used a 2" square tube for the spit. My dad had an old motor I rigged up to turn it. Jeff came over a couple of times to see what I was working on. He really wanted to fuck me and I wanted him too. We did not do much work as his visits were fuck fest. It was rough and tumble we did it everywhere, on the floor in the shop in the yard and in the kitchen. One day he was chasing me and when he caught me tied my hands together, dragged me into the trees where he threw the rope over a limb and pulled me up so my hands stretched up over my head. I looked like an animal that was trapped and hung to dry. Boy did he fuck me hard that day.

I was playing around with the spit and started to envision mounting a large animal on it when my mind wondered to thinking about me being roasted alive. I climbed on the spit but there was no real support, just the long rod. I hopped off and got some more square tubing and welded on some cross pieces so that they would support me at my ankles, knees, ass and upper back. Now there were points that I could tie to. I had one support set so my arms would hook behind me pulling my shoulders back. The only thing I was missing was some way to hold my head so I made a head neck support. I set the head support up so I could look at my self. This thing looked really stupid. I don't know why I bothered, maybe just fantasizing again. I just got really into it. It seemed to consume all my thoughts. Even as I laid in bed I would put my feet together and hands behind my back pretending that I was being cooked.

The next morning I got up and slipped on my robe. I heard something in the shop so I walked out there to find Jeff starring at the new spit. He had a big smile on his face and asked what this was for. I was a little embarrassed to say, "I was just goofing around" thinking about what it would be like to be cooked like a animal. He said, "you should hop up there", he wanted to see me on it. I hesitated but I could not resist showing him how I fit. Just before I was to hop up he slipped off my robe and embraced me, running his hands all over my back and sliding down to my tight ass. I pushed his hand away and dropped to my knees to unbuckle his belt. The bulge in his pants needed to be released and I was going to make sure I got it all out. I slid my mouth over his over his hard cock and started to work it. He was mine. All he could do is moan as I worked him up and down banging his cock on the back of my throat. He could not hold me off as he exploded in my mouth. Then he grabbed me, picked me up, laid me down on the spit. I must have been some sight as he got a huge hard on again. He placed his hands on my belly and slowly started to caress my body. He reached down to suck on my tits. As he did he squeezed them hard and nearly broke my skin as he bit into them. His hands glided over me like an masseuses. Around my neck, over my chest, rounding my breasts and I was in heaven. He slipped his hand into my pussy and heaven never looked so good. I almost fell off the spit as I could not control myself. Jeff picked me up and we went inside to shower. Jeff washed my hair while I sucked on his cock until he found heaven too.

Later, after Jeff left, I made some more modifications for ties and found some good light weight rope. I also had to figure out a way to turn on and off the spit while I was on it. I rigged a wireless light socket to power up the spit motor.

Test time, this is really silly that I was actually thinking I could cook myself but I was really excited about the idea that it was possible. I got my ropes ready so that I could reach them. I also got some tape to use to hold the remote in my hand. I stripped off my clothes and hopped up onto the grill and laid down on the spit. I laid there for a while taking in all the sensations of the cold steel on my back and looking at my breasts. They were perky and stood up nicely even on my back. My nipple rose to the occasion like the cross on the church reaching for the sky. My pussy was wet again as excitement kept me on task and took a deep breath. Then I sat up to tie my ankles to the support bar. I tied them a little apart. Then I did my knees. I had to lay back to do my ass and waist. I wrapped the rope around the spit behind the small of my back, twisted it and brought it up so that it would rub on my clit and tied it on the other rope across my hips. This would help to keep my two holes plugged. This took a long time wrapping the rope just right to make sure I was real secure. Next was my chest. I made several rounds around my ribcage below my breast and then several above my breast in a X. I decide not to tie up my breasts as I wanted they to be unmarked. All that was loose now were my arms and my head. I bought a ball gag to hold my head. It was very large with a hole in the middle so I could breathe through it. My mouth was well extended but not too much. I slipped my arms around the special support and could feel my shoulders pull back as I reached for the spit behind my back, pushing my tits out a little. Well every thing was very tight and I was getting a little uncomfortable so I hit the button. With a short jerk the geared motor started and I was starting to turn on the spit. I could feel my body starting to slide to the side a little but not much. The ropes were keeping me in place. I was now hanging facing down looking at the grill when I stopped the motor. There I was suspended unable to move anything except my hands. My breast were hanging down reaching for the grill. It had to be quite a sight to see my skinny body, then my big breasts hanging down like a cow's utter. I brought my hands back to touch my breasts as they hung down. Where was Jeff when I needed him. I could only imagine him pulling on my nipples while I was helpless to stop him. The rope worked my clit just right adding more pleasure to my suspended position. I pushed the button again and I was turning. The ropes were doing a good job. I let it go around a few more times. That was amazing and all I could think about what the heat would feel like, what would I taste like, would I smell like meat cooking. Ok, that's enough. I reached around and untied myself and saw a few rope marks on my soft skin. I could do this!

I decided to hook up the grill to the propane and see how hot it would get. At first it got hot real fast so added some fake charcoal to disperse the heat. I made some adjustments lowering the flame so I could hold my hand at spit height without burning myself like a hot shower. I also wired a electric valve and starter to the motor control. All I had to do was to push remote and the spit would turn and the burner would light. I got the chills when the burners lit up.

I thought if I was really going to cook myself, I had to be clean. I bought some laxatives and drank it all up. I spent the better part of an hour shaving every where a hair might grow. I looked like a little girl again as my pussy was hairless, only my head had hair left. The laxative kept me going for hours. Finally I douched myself. I was clean inside and out. I wrapped my hair up into a tight pony tail then wrapped it so it would not hang down. I am almost ready but I thought all BBQ meat needs some sauce. I found a gallon in my kitchen and a squeeze bottle. I also grabbed a lime and a squash. The lime would fit in my pussy after I pealed it and the squash had a shape that would plug my ass. I pushed the squeeze bottle into my love hole and gave it a good squeeze. Same for my ass hole. It felt real strange as it was cold. I poured the BBQ sauce in a big bowl. Then standing in a large oil pan for draining auto oil, I worked it all over covering my whole body working the sauce in to every crevice with my fingers. I applied the cold sauce to my chest. My nipples got hard immediately and I had goose bumps around my titties. My breast were so slippery I could hardly hold them, then I worked the squash into my ass and past the spinster muscle in such a way it did not want to come out. One last finger fuck before the pealed lime goes in. The lime just popped right in and seemed to want to stay there. I could feel the fullness in my pussy and ass.

I had one more thing to do before I got on the spit. I called Jeff and invited him to dinner at 7:00. I set the table and prepared the kitchen with cutting board and electric carver.

I had two hours before he would arrive. Dripping wet from the sauce I opened the skylight. Everything was set. I even bought some hand cuffs and welded the chain to the spit to lock my hands so there would be no stopping the cooking process.

I looked around again and double checked the BBQ. The remote still worked everything.

I was cold and slippery now so I very carefully got on the grill and onto the spit. I tied the ropes to my ankles again even tighter this time. Then my knees and upper legs and hips like before. One more item, a thermometer. Jeff would need to know when I was done. I pushed the thermometer into the lime in my pussy so that it when through it, I could feel the tip rubbing deep inside me. The clit rope was twisted around thermometer and helped to keep it in position. I tied my chest up again extra tight and touched my breast for the last time. They were firm and my nipples hard like they knew they what was to happen to them My lovely girls will soon become a forbidden treat. I positioned my hair through the head support which also served to protect it from the heat. The burners were set so no heat would be applied to my head. Next was my ball gag. It also held my head in place. I was close now, all I had to do was cuff my hands and press the remote button. I made an adjustment to the clit rope so my clit was nicely exposed. It was wildly sensitive now. The clit rope was already working me into a mild orgasm or was maybe it was the shivering from the cold or nerves. I rubbed my skin one more time and massaged my girls. THe sauce felt great. Then I reached around the arm support and again my shoulders were pulled back. The chain of the cuffs were welded to the spit. They were real hard to reach and I became worried I could not get them on and would have to start over. I arched my back to reach the cuffs. I got the left one and snapped in on and then the right one. Relax!! A deep breath. The sun was shinning in on me and a took a moment to look at the rafters. I am all tied up dripping wet and the smell of BBQ sauce. I want to touch me, to run my hands up my feet into my pussy and massage by beautiful breast. I shivered a little bit and watched my tits shake. I pulled on the cuffs but they held me securely. Enough, I am ready.

Now is the moment I was waiting for, that last chance. If I did nothing Jeff would find me in 90 minutes. He might push the button anyway or release me. In a nervous reaction and while adjusting my hand I touched the button and the taped on remote came loose from all the sauce. It fell on to the grill out of reach. The spit jerked like before. I heard the gas valve open and the electric starter ticking. In a warm flash I felt the heat on my back and I was now turning over. I pulled on the cuffs and tried to move my legs and feet, nothing would give. I wiggled some. Only my girls were loose. There was no way out. Panic started to set in as I could feel my heart racing. I was cooking! I will be dinner for Jeff. I was going to die for my fantasy. I tried to move again but the ropes were not letting me move at all. My breasts were sliding to the side a little as I was side ways and now they were reaching for the fire. The spit was not turning real fast, maybe once a minute. It was just warm, not real hot at this point. I though maybe it won't get too hot and I would not cook but I could feel it getting hotter. The heat stopped my shivering and really felt good. It was kind of like turning in circles in a warm shower at first. It felt real good and I could relax feeling my new position on the spit with every turn. Around and around I went, no pause, no stopping. The only thing that was moving were girls. They were happy as they were loose. The ropes did not hurt much and the clit rope was great as pressure changed with each turn. I had made the head rest in such a way I could see some of me, at least could see girls. They shook as I reach several climaxes. Then it was getting hotter. A wave of heat was wrapping around me with each turn. I remembered as a little girl we went camping and we had a huge camp fire. I had gotten dirty and my mom stripped me down. I remember how good the fire felt. The heat was intoxicating and now I feel it again. As I starting to turn facing up my breasts would shift a little to the other side. I wonder what will happen to my girls when they get cooked. Will they expand. They are already looking bigger and they are throbbing now. I think they are cooking as it was getting hotter now and the sauce was sliding around me with each turn. I could smell the BBQ sauce, as it was dripping into the fire. I am very warm now and was very relaxed, almost sleepy. I could feel the fullness in my pussy and ass. The sauce was doing a good job of dripping from my titties every time they faced down. A little flame popped up and I could feel the heat blast against my tits. It hurt some but it was bearable. I closed my eyes as every nerve was starting to complain from the heat. It was like standing in front of the camp fire again, getting so close, daring it to burn me. But this time I can not back off. Only the rotation gives some relief. Strangely, I was comfortable. The heat was most intense on my tits as they were the closest to the fire. I could feel my skin heating all around even when away from the fire now. My face was sweating now and my eyes were tearing up. I think the fire is in control of my mind. I am beginning to have an enormous orgasm. The rush and sensation was almost painful but it was sooo good. My skin was starting to feel burnt like a sun burn. My breasts from what I could see were reddening up and my nipples were as big as I had ever seen them. They were hard I could feel them ache as they began to swell. The sauce was not sticking real well in some places, and other places like my nipples the sauce had thicken and darkened up. I needed to be basted. Another wave hit as I was starting to weaken. I wanted more and hoped I could stay alive a little longer. For some reason the pain seemed to subside a little. Maybe it was because my nerves were dying. I could hear the sauce sizzling and see it bubbling on my skin. Steam was rising and it was clear my skin was very hot but straingely it was not black or burnt. A flame reached up and singed my belly. I jerked but the rope held me firm. Every nerve was alive again and I was experiencing that orgasmic sort of feeling that was not going away. I was breathing fast and my heart was starting to pound as my body was noticing the heat deep inside. I started to jerk not knowing if it was the heat or orgasm. The real cooking was starting. I was slipping, the sound and smells were fading. No more could I feel the heat, just the slow rotation. I was thinking about how I would be Jeff's pork chop after all. I thought I was dreaming but there was Jeff, I think. He touched my cheek and said, "I love you pork chop". He picked up a brush and started brushing sauce on me. I was alive again. It was cool and when he worked in into my pussy I jerked again and enjoyed what maybe my last my last orgasm. He picked up a big fork and started to poke me. I could feel it but I could not tell how deep he poked me until I watched him burry it into my breast and could not see any blood. I want to move but I could not. Then, all the sudden he stopped the motor and turned off the propane. I was facing up. He first circled my swollen girls with his hand then started to squeeze my breast one at a time. The were very sore and and hard like as they were swollen. He picked up a welding rod which is about 20 inches long and brought the point to the side of my breast then he impaled the rod into one of my girls. I could not move, I tried to squirm and say something but I was helpless. All I could do is moan through the gag. It popped out the other side of my breast in between my girls when he the pressed a lime on to the rod. I could feel him pushing it through my breast meat then into the other breast and through the other side. He pushed two more limes on the ends of the rod pushing my girls together. I was Boob-Kabobed. The motor started again and I has turning, This time with every shift in weight I could feel my girls tugging on each other as they were bound by the rod now holding them together. Jeff turned the heat back on and It seemed hotter now. The combination of BBQ sauce and my skin cooking was making my skin very dark. I closed my eyes realizing I soon would be Jeff's pork chop. I could not smile but I was happy.

Everything when white and I could not feel the heat any more. I could not feel anything. I was seeing myself from Jeff's eyes, like I was part of him. I was bright red and dark in some places. My Girl's were huge, stiff and they were very dark. They looked ready to pop. The thermometer in my pussy said 115dg. Jeff (we) went into the house and cam back with a long knife. When I face up he put the fork into my on my right breast, and sliced off my nipple. He promptly popped it in to his mouth and said, "just like I imagined" and to my surprise I could taste my nipple in his mouth. There was no blood, just well done tit meat.

Another hour passed and Jeff said, "165 degrees, Done". He turned off the gas and the motor when I was face up. He took off the ropes around my chest. I could see my breasts were huge. They looked as if I grew 2 cup sizes. He reached over and bit off my other tit. Again I could taste my nipple meat, it was just as I imagined. Then he poked the fork deep into my swollen breast and sliced it off at rib level. They seem to explode with steam and juices. The rod still held it in place as he sliced off the other breast. He Picked up the rod holding it on both sided plopped the Boob-Kabob onto a platter where you could see the steam rising. Then he picked of the Boob-Kabob and ripped into the fresh meat. I was very juicy, and to my surprise a little like a pork chop. We sat there in the shop enjoying every bit. He carved out my pussy from one thigh to the other and laid it open like a gutted fish to see my engorged clit. Then he cut out my clit and stuffed in my mouth. Oh I so dearly wanted to taste it but my vision started getting blurry. He starting untying the rest of me and cutting off limbs. Bit by bit I was carried into the kitchen where I was sliced up like a turkey. I was fading again but his time I was really going away.