It is so hot and so humid in the room that I'm sweating like a pig. It must be over a hundred degrees outside and he has to keep the doors closed and locked because of Lacey. My hair is wet with sweat and stuck to my cheeks and forehead. I can feel my sweat running down my naked ribs and back like little rivers so much that my bum is wet and sliding around on the painted slats of the wooden bench. I grip the front edge of the bench with both hands so I don't move too much as I wait my turn.

He doesn't like it when we move. It makes him think we might run away.

I'm not going to run. Lacey did and all it got her was tired and dirty and now she's moaning and hanging upside down by a hook through one ankle on the other end of the stainless steel table - down where the gut barrel is. Sure, I thought about running, but we are all naked and I didn't want to be seen running naked down these back roads with dirty feet. Stupid to be worried about being seen naked considering what's in store for us.

But I'm going to wait my turn like he wants me to - and my turn is coming up next I think. I'm just going to sit here and wait for it because ... well, because I just don't care anymore. He's done three of us so far, and I think I'm getting used to watching it. He gave us cokes and whatever he put in them has made me feel very relaxed and warm inside - almost sleepy. Kevin got so relaxed he actually fell asleep, all slumped over on the bench beside me as we waited and now he's up on the table and the man in the rubber apron is working on him.

I can see Kevin's face. He's staring up at the ceiling, making little wet choking sounds every now and then and spitting up blood. He's trembling and his face and body are shiny wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the blood, his bronzed tan body would look perfect.

I can also see Kevin's cock. It's hard and pink and sticking straight up and twitching. The head of his cock looks like a little red helmet and it is really swollen and shiny and it's amazing that it's like that because nobody has touched it at all. The man reaches into Kevin's belly and does something and I see Kevin squirm on the table and arch his back. Creamy clots of cum jet up out of his cock in little pulses and Kevin grunts as each pulse makes him hump his hips. Kevin starts shaking real bad and the man keeps doing whatever it is until Kevin cries out then falls limp.

I wait and watch, but Kevin isn't breathing anymore. The man finishes Kevin's body off and lifts it up in his arms and carries it into the cooler. When he comes back, he cleans up his mess, pushing it all to the end through a hole into a big blue plastic barrel. Then he uses a spray nozzle that hangs on a spring from the ceiling and washes down the table.

I turn my head and look at the others on the bench and most are staring at the floor. The couple that meet my gaze, quickly look away - I guess they feel guilty because I'm next. But we're all going to have this done no matter what, so who cares about when or who goes first. Right?

When he's finished, the man looks up at me and walks around the table to where I'm sitting. I try to stand up but my legs are all weak and shaky, so I flop back down on the bench with a wet splat. He lifts me up by grabbing hold of my left wrist and lifting. I manage to get my legs under me and it's real hard to walk - my legs won't quite do what I want. I guess I'm that scared. But I lift one foot and then the other as he half drags me around the table to the other side. Everyone's watching me now.

He stands me beside the table and bends down, pressing the flat of his left hand on my lower belly with his right on the small of my back. He squeezes me hard - his hands are so big on my body, it makes me feel small and weak.

“Pee.” he says. So I do. I just let it flutter from between my sex lips and stream down my inner thighs. When I'm done he grabs that spray nozzle and washes down my thighs and crotch. The water is almost hot. Then he grabs me by my left arm and knee and lifts me up and flops me onto the table like I'm a rag doll. Or a piece of meat - which is closer to the truth, I guess. I'm on my right side, facing away from him. Facing the others - seeing their pale scared faces.

The table is warm and slippery. I guess it's slippery because I'm so sweaty and it's still wet from being washed down with the hot water. I slide easily as he pulls me toward him so my bum and back press up against the rolled edge of the table - the one that makes it kind of like a long wide basin so nothing spills on the floor. I feel him loop something around my ankles and pull them tight. Then he lifts my arms so they're both laid out over my head and he stretches my body out so my belly is long and smooth. I let my head rest on my right upper arm and try to calm my body. I know what's coming and there's no point in getting excited about it - I watched the others struggle during this part and I hope I can take it without fighting it. I saw him do this to Kevin and the others - it doesn't take very long, but they reacted badly to it - I guess it hurts. He laid Kevin on his side like this first and Kevin fought him, then after this part was done he rolled Kevin onto his back and that was when I saw that Kevin's cock was rigid and twitching and that made me wonder - if this part is so bad, why did Kevin have an erection?

I wonder if it will feel good for me like that. I wonder if the man knows tricks to make girls cum before the end.

He lifts one of his legs and presses his knee hard into my lower back and leans over me just like he did Kevin - his weight pushing down on my ribcage, pinning me. Then he pulls his elbow into my throat, stretching me out more - arching my back - and it's choking me he's pressing so hard. And it hurts that my body is being held so tight - his knee hard in my back, his elbow pushing and pushing on my throat and chin, tilting my head back so I can barely breathe. I feel the pull on whatever is looped around my ankles - all to stretch my belly out for him, to make the muscles firm and tight. I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth. It will be over soon, I think to myself - just hang on ... hang on. I can envision that my belly looks like the bottom of a rowboat, just like Kevin's and the others' did before - all stretched tight and smooth with a gentle outward curve.

I feel his other hand press on my lower belly and I feel a sharpness making a deep dimple below my belly button.

This is it.

It must take a lot of force, because I feel his body tense and I feel his arm muscles working and the pressure in my lower belly gets crazy. The sharpness is starting to hurt - he's working it, twisting and pushing it into me. And I can't move and I can't breathe. I try to twist my head so I can take a breath but his elbow in my throat is strangling me.

“nnnghph!” I make a desperate sound and squirm as the pressure gets really bad in my belly - he's pulling on it, jerking his tool against my belly - my skin, my muscles. Then I feel a sudden sharp bite and it's like a 'pop' that I feel inside me and something hard and cold slides into my belly - like, seriously INSIDE my belly - penetrating me down low where my sex lives. But before I can get used to that sensation, I feel the tug in my crotch and the swift burn as he pulls a line straight up the middle of my tummy - he tugs and tugs, pulling and jerking my belly. And he stops where I figure the bottom of my stomach is. Then his arms are off me and his knee is gone and he unloops whatever it was around my ankles.

That's it. It's over. And it won't be long now before ... well, you know.

“... oh my goodness ...” is all I can say and my voice is quivery and weak. My belly feels so strange - my tummy muscles feel disconnected and loose.

I draw my knees up a little and lower my head and watch as my tummy relaxes - there's a long red line from my stomach almost all the way to my mound and it's leaking blood. I feel a funny rippling sensation inside me and as I watch, my slit belly opens like a long mouth and coils of my insides uncoil and roll out of me. They spread slowly across the wet table - flopping and slithering. My insides are like lumpy snakes and some are pink and some are grey and there's a lot of blood. I see that the edges of my open belly have a thin layer of fat and it's yellow.

It's hard to breathe now and I'm starting to shake. My belly feels hollow.

I can see and feel my guts squirming like they're living things and I never realized how much was inside me or even that my insides could move like that. It feels so odd. I guess I was used to the tightness of my tummy all my life, and now that it's open it feels so loose and empty. I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach too.

He pushes me a little bit away from him, my insides sliding in front of me - then he rolls me onto my back and I feel the pull in my belly as more of me slides out. Like Kevin, I stare up at the ceiling because I don't like looking at his face as he works. And I sure as hell don't want to see the look of horror or disgust on the faces of the others.

When he presses his hands inside my belly I start shaking really bad - I can hear little pattering sounds as my thighs and bum quiver on the table - I mean; his hand is in where no hand has ever been and yeah, it feels as strange as it sounds. He's moving things around and pulling things up out of me. I gag, and my stomach heaves like I'm going to throw up, but nothing comes up. It's his hands getting too close to my stomach I think.

I feel a tug down low - like my anus is being pulled up inside me - and a sharp burn. As the burn fades I feel my anus gape open wide and my legs kick a bit. Then his hands move upward and I feel him grab the top of my stomach and pinch it closed. I gag hard and I really want to puke up all the pressure there but he does something and I feel the sharp burn there too.

Now I know why Kevin kept choking and spitting up blood. It feels like throwing up - continual spasms from a stomach that isn't connected any more and a big lump in my throat. His hand slides low again and I feel him grip my sex inside me really firmly. His thumb is grinding the top of it and waves of good feelings make my thighs slide apart a bit and my hands make little claws that I scratch at the table top with. My body tightens and lifts my shoulders and head up from the table. I feel my eyelids droop and I see double all of a sudden.

It's a 'cumming' kind of feeling, but different than the kind I give myself. This kind is deep and cramping and squirmy - really intense. It comes up through me in waves and I feel my body convulsing and I hear my heels drum on the steel table as my legs kick and spasm.

And then something starts happening really fast - it's like I'm moving away from my body and all those feelings. And my vision gets dim and the edges of what I can see grows dark.

I'm going quickly ...

Distantly, I feel my body flop.

I can't see anymore.

I can't feel anymore

... oh my goodness, that was ...