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 yeh he too is built
like a football player but not real fat, 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 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 come 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.  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.
   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 staring 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 walked over and 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 minute taking
in all the sensations of the cold steel on my back and looking at my
breasts.  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
no 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 every BBQ 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 feel the fullness in my pussy.
   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.  The clit rope was already working me into a mild
orgasm or was it the shivering from the cold or nerves.  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 got the
left one and snapped in on and then the right one.  Relax!!  A deep breath.
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, nothing would give. 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 littl 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 maybee it won't get to 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.  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.  As I starting to
turn facing up my breasts would shift a little to the other side.  I wonder
what will happen when the breast meat started to firm up.  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 was 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.  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 my mind was taking over as I was 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.  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 down.  He first circled my swollen girls with his hand then 
started to squeeze my breast one at a time.  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 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 stiff
and they were very dark.  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 noticeably larger.  They looked as if I
grew a cup size.  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 surprize 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 layed 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.