## Archive-name: roasted_

My name is Carol. I once was a thirty year old woman. Through a helpful median I am able to convey my story. I hope this will keep some other woman from dying like I did. Even though I died a horrible death, I exist in peace now. Here is my story.

I am like most people, have had good things happen and bad things. Today is one of the better things that has happen to me. I am going out with the man I love and have been going with for the last three months. Roger is his name and he has treated me better than anyone I have ever know. He cared enough to put me on this special diet of his. This diet has made me feel better than I ever have. Without any exercise I have lost ten pounds and have almost no body fat left. I am not skinny by no means. I have little muscle and a perfect body. I put on my sexiest spandex mini dress for Roger tonight. I feel he is going to ask me something very important. I know I will answer his question with a yes.

Roger picks me up and tells me he has something to ask me before we go. He asked me the question I had hoped for. He wanted me to marry him. Of course I said yes. On impulse we wanted to do it right now. Instead of our date we got married. After the wedding Roger tells me that we can go to his country place to spend our honeymoon. I tell him I need to pack a few things before we left. He told me there would be all I needed there. We drive for hours until we come to this dirt road. We turn onto the dirt road and and ride for several miles on the bumpy road.

I am in shock as we pull up in from of this huge house with buildings spread around it. I am a little confused by all the other cars parked there. Roger easily explains that these belong to the co-owners of this estate. He calms me by saying there is a place where we can be alone. Roger helps me out of the car and leads me into the main house. There are about a half dozen people there. They all turn to look at us as we walk in the door. I take that back, they all looked at me. They all then looked at Roger with a disapproving look. An older man calls him to the side. They are talking in a low tone but I managed to pick up that they were not happy he brought me in the house. After the talk with the man Roger takes me up the stairs to a bedroom. He explains the the man was upset because he had not called before coming.

Roger begins to kiss me and starts pulling at my clothes. I do not resist and the passion in me comes to life. For hours we make love like the two newlyweds we are. Roger ask me if i am up to a little bondage game. Trusting him more than any man in my life I am ready for anything with him. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the hall. We go down stairs and through the kitchen to a small room. The room looked like a meat locker with this odd looking table in the middle. I figured it must have been an OLD meat locker because it was warm. Roger takes me to the odd table and helps me on it. I am on my stomach and my legs are over a V-shape thing leaving my ass exposed. My chin is resting on a little pedestal. This thing is not very comfortable but I like a little pain. Roger then clamps my legs to where I look like I am in a crawling position. My arms are pull straight down, to the point they hurt, and clamped them. Then straps are put over my back and shoulders. I told Roger this was hurting too much and that I was scared. Roger laughed and said it will not be much longer. I new something was not right and tried to struggle out of this bondage he had placed me in. That was when I panicked, I could not move any part of my body. I watched as Roger went to the wall and flipped a switch. He came back to me, leaned down and kissed me on the lips. He told me he would enjoy me later. Roger left the room and closed the heavy metal door.

The room started to get cold. Before long i realized what I had thought was an old meat locker was not so old. I screamed for someone to help me but no one came. I hoped this was some cruel joke Roger was playing on me but in my heart I knew it wasn't. There was a temperature gauge on the wall and a clock. those were the only things I could see. After an hour the temperature had dropped to zero degrees. The door opens and Roger walks back in to the freezing room. I am so cold by now anything I try to say is only a mumble. Roger climbs on top of me and the table I am tied to and begins to make love to me. The only thing I can feel is the heat off of his body which is welcome. I feel Roger orgasm in me and the little warmth helps. without ever looking at me Roger climbs off of me and leaves the room.

Blurry eyed I look at the clock and see it has been four hours since the cold started. I could see the upper part of my arms had turned blue. I new at this point I was going to freeze to death on my wedding night. It was strange, I was no longer cold anymore. The shivering had stopped about an hour ago. I was feeling at piece now and new the end was near. The door opened once more and though my blurry eyes I saw Roger. I thought maybe this sick game was over. Behind Roger was the man that had spoke to him when we first came in the house. They came over to me and stuck a thermometer in my ass. After a couple of minutes I heard one of them say the temperature was eighty two degrees, we can start.

The big thermometer on the wall acting like a mirror I could see Roger walk to the wall behind me. He flipped another switch and I heard the sound of an electric motor start. I could see this shaft about two inches in diameter come out of the wall. The whirring of the motor stopped as I felt a point touch me between my ass and pussy. I could see Roger turn some knobs until the point of the rod was poking in my ass. In my weak mind I still could not figure out what was going on. I heard the motor start again and felt the rod press into my ass. The rod continued into my ass and I could feel my insides ripping. I new I was going to die but still did not know why. Thank goodness for my almost frozen body because the pain was almost tolerable. I could feel something running down my thighs from my ripped asshole. I knew it had to be blood but was surprised from what I saw in the reflection from the thermometer. It was not as much as it should be. My mind was reeling in terror as I heard the motor pushing the rod stop. I could feel the rod somewhere in my stomach. Roger came around and kissed my cold lips and told me he will enjoy me. The motor started again. I felt the rod start moving again. I thought I would have only a few moments left to live before the rod killed me. That was only a wish because I could feel the rod continue out of my stomach into my chest. I could hear things ripping as the rod tore into my body but could not believe I was still alive. I new now why I was in this cooler, to keep me alive through this ordeal. Why wouldn't they just let me die. The hum of the motor continued and I felt the point of the rod touch the back of my throat. I did not realize how slow the rod was moving. It seemed to take forever for the rod to push through my throat. The rod finally pushed my throat open and I felt it push my tongue down and slide out of my mouth. My breathing was blocked by the rod through my body and I new I was going to die now and end this terror. I was about to pass out when I felt a stab in my lower throat. For some reason they had opened up an airway. I could breath again. I could no longer close my mouth with the rod protruding out. I could feel the rod against my teeth. Seeing the rod made me want to scream but there was nothing left to make the sounds. I new this rod had impaled my body and I was still alive. The only thing I was glad for was the cold had held the pain to a tolerable level. Roger came over and released my arms and legs from the clamps. I tried to swing and kick at him but they would barely move. My arms were retied to the rod, that impaled me, just in front of my head. My legs were tied to the rod behind me. There were some hooks that came down from the ceiling and went around the rod. Another motor above me started and I felt the rod pull against my spine as I was lifted in the air. I wanted to scream from the pain but nothing could come out with the rod sticking out of my mouth. I was moved over from the odd table to the middle of the floor. I saw the door open and a woman came in carrying a pot of potatoes and a wash tub. Roger took the potatoes and the other man slid the wash tub under me. The other man took a knife and brought it to my cold blue stomach. I felt as he cut me open. I could feel his hands inside of me pulling my guts out. These people were gutting me like a hog. Why don't I die like I should. His hands were scraping against my ribs and the rod pulling everything out of me. I could just imagine the rod sticking though my empty cavity. I could feel a vibration on the rod and looked into my thermometer mirror. They were sliding an "L" shaped device up the rod. The thing went into my now empty vagina. It was just another hole into my empty body cavity. The "L" shaped device was locked into place. Two men came into the room and each grabbed one end of the rod. They turned the rod till i was looking at the ceiling. I would have screamed if I could because the shift in weight made the rod rub against everything it touched.

Looking at the ceiling I thought how odd it was that the only real discomfort I felt was not being able to close my mouth. I tried to close it several times but all I did was bite down on the rod that protruded through it. I must be losing my mind because I was getting some pleasure form from rubbing the tip of my tongue against the rod. I could feel the curve of the rod and a slight metallic taste. I finally relaxed my mouth and guess it looked like I was sucking it as my lips formed a circle around it.

I looked could see the man take the pan of potatoes and walk toward me. I felt his hands inside of me again and realized what he was doing. I would have gotten sick to my stomach if I had one. The man was putting the potatoes in side of me. I knew then what they were going to do to me now. The cold had kept me alive and now they were going to cook me alive. I wanted to scream again but could not. In my mind I screamed as the man put all the potatoes in me and then began to sew my stomach up with string like you would use on a turkey.

Two men grab each end of the pole and carry me out of the freezer. The warm air hits me like an oven. I do not know which is better, the cold or the normal air. I am carried into this room and can see a bunch of people standing around. They cheer as I am brought in. The rod is placed on two stands.

I am facing down and I can see burning embers below me. The heat is beginning enter my cold body. I know for sure I am being roasted alive and the only good thing is I know I will die soon. I hear another motor start and the rod begins to turn rotating me over the burning embers. The device in my now useless pussy pulls me around as the rod turns. My head is always the last to follow the rest of my body. I feel the rod grind against my bones as I revolve around the burning embers. I feel the weight of the potatoes that are in my abdomen pushing against my belly when I am down and against my back when I am up. It draws my attention for a moment how the potatoes shift around inside of me. All of a sudden I am engulfed in flames as my long hair catches on fire. The pain is unreal as the burning hair consumes my face when I rotate up. My hair is finally burn away and the flames are gone. Coming up from the burning embers I see a long brush coming toward me. I feel something being put on me. I don't know what it is but it cools my burning skin. The next time I am face up I feel something run in my mouth, butter. They are basting me with butter. The heat is terrible now. I can smell meat cooking. If it had not been my own I would have enjoyed the smell. I feel something bubbling into my mouth. I taste potatoes, which I love, and a good meat flavor. I know it is my own meat that is cooking but I can't help but liking it. I see the steam coming out between the string that holds the potatoes inside of me. Juices run out off my body and cause the embers to flame.The last thing I remember before I lose consciousness is the rod rubbing against my teeth as my head slips when it turns.

I am not allowed to tell you who did this to me. I wanted to let you know it could happen to you. Be careful who you fall in love with or you could end up as some ones feast as I did. If you are up to it I can tell you what happened to me after I died.

The End

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