Hours into the agony, Francine kicked and squirmed, having long forgotten about the instructions from the staff at the abattoir. The spikes tore at her with every motion, but still, her anal sphincter retained its integrity, and she stayed glued to the smoker seat.

She had long since ceased screaming, because the scalding smoke had seared her trachea and voice box. She would have if she could though… The best she could do now was grit her teeth.

Even having gone to the toilet earlier, the toils of alcohol meant that her bladder had already refilled itself. Francine pissed into the plastic pussy cup, which caught her urine. They really did think of all the details.

Francine groaned uselessly as she emptied her bladder into the cup. She didn’t even give a thought to the humiliation of her snuff video. Her brain was mush from hours of slow cooking. Now, she was just a hollow shell of a human being, barely clinging to life

Her organs were all failing one after another, having been smoked from the inside out. Francine felt weak. She slumped in her seat, exhausted by her violent exertions.
She was just so tired. The gorgeous Milf meat just gave up on trying to survive, and waited for death to finally take her.

The trio of adventurous jetsetters spasmed weakly in fatigued death throes. Their skin having already ripened to an unhealthy shade of pink. They all died within a second of each other, their bodies continuing to cook for hours afterwards

A perfect nightcap for a night out in Dolcett..

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