The tempered glass cage slid down around them, and the worker in charge of the machine spun the anal smoker valve hard. The sound of a gas engine sputtered to life, and smoke from the burner pumped through the tubes that led to the meatgirls asses, and filled the room around them.

Francine wiggled a little as she felt the warm smoke enter her stretched butthole. It tickled, and she could feel a dull pain as her intestines filled with gas and smoke, working their way unpleasantly back up inside her body and to her stomach..

All the other girls squealed insensibly as their insides heated up. Francine joined them in their bovine mewling. She tried to sit still, so that her movement didn’t tear up her asshole any. As the smoke made its way up her esophagus, she could taste the Maplewood in the smoke particles. Francine belched and a puff of smoke wafted from her open mouth. Every breath from then on was like sucking in a lungful of flavoured smoke.

Sigrun and Dani beside her also coughed up hacking lungfuls of smoke, Francine realised, even through all her pain, that the look on their faces was utterly miserable. None of them moved an inch, each worried about the spikes in their asses.

Over the course of the next few torturous hours, her body temperature slowly rose until it became absolutely unbearable. It was like she was made of fire. Nobody deserved to die this way.

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