A commission for Schneeba

Roslyn looked at her beloved Professor Meyers as they put her on to roast like a suckling pig at a luau. The distinguished academic spasmed on the pole, sighing a muffled scream as she thrashed trying to extract herself from the fire. The skin of the two girls flushed a bright red as their blood began to boil in their veins. Tears welled in Roslyn’s eyes, knowing this was probably going to be the last time she ever saw her alive.

She had specifically sought out the TA position with Professor Meyers… She was one of the last women still teaching at Dolcett University, despite the recent societal upheaval that was happening. She was young (for a professor), and Roslyn thought she looked kinda hot in those glasses. She’d done everything she could to send the message to Professor Meyers that she wanted to ride her all night long. She’d dropped pencils in class to pick them up, wore her best semi-see-through white blouse to her TA interview, and even accidentally lost some of the term papers, just so she could deliver them last minute so she had to stay back late to help grade them. Prof Meyers never seemed to pick up on all her hints though, even though Roslyn had found out from some of Meyer’s old friends that she was definitely attracted to women. Not scoring Charlotte as a girlfriend was probably the only thing that Roslyn seriously regretted in her short life.

The chain gang of girls was dragged through the aisle of orange lit ovens. Sandra stared at them with a growing pit in her stomach. Each one held a young girl, strung up and screaming. They looked about the same age as her eldest daughter, who was just entering university this year. Why Sandra had decided to go back for a proper education, she never knew… maybe she’d just spent too long as a dedicated housewife, and now that the kids were beginning to leave the nest, she needed something to occupy her time, and a bachelor in the arts seemed like a good idea. Sandra was still young, and still had something to offer the world, and so she was going to finally educate herself better. Now her daughters would be without a mother… at least until her husband of 19 years remarried their housekeeper Louise later this week. It wasn’t fair.

Roslyn and Sandra were separated from the other girls in the chain, and let over to their very own preparation table. Rope bound their arms and legs together tightly, and they were placed on their backs. Sandra found it a little bit exciting.. Her hubby never did anything like this in the bedroom, even though she secretly wished he would. She liked a little pain in her sexplay… maybe not as much as this was going to hurt though, she thought frightfully.

Roslyn silently prayed that it would all be over quickly. She didn’t want to die like Professor Meyers and Julia. That looked horrible. Why couldn’t they just cut their throats first? They did that for girls who had to report for feast days. She supposed darkly, that it was because they were criminals and weren’t to be afforded such a courtesy.
“Say goodbye to your hands and feet, pigs.” one of the guards ribbed them, while holding a sharp looking santoku knife. He reached down and placed it under Roslyn’s foot, lifting it up under the ankle till it bit in and sliced her achilles tendon, through the meat and sinew till it emerged clean out the other side. He repeated the process with her other foot as the redhead cried a river of tears. His hand took hers in his own, almost kindly, until the knife flashed and turned her arms into bloody stubs. Sobbing, she wet herself.

Sandra bawled over her amputated limbs, even as her pussy dripped. She wished she could be fucked so bad right now. The housewife had always wanted to die with cock in her.
The sankoku blade flashed up her belly which flowered open, allowing her organs to be pulled out in big handfuls, where they joined her hands and feet in the trash bin. Roslyn cried buckets as they emptied her guts out next to her.

After stitching the girls back up with quick fingers, the guards hastily inserted big plastic bags of stuffing into their pussies, with a satisfying slurp. It felt different, thought Sandra…. She was used to having a womb , and taking a smaller cock than what was filling her empty innards. It was the best, horrible thing that she had ever experienced. Her belly expanded like when she had been pregnant with each of her girls.

Roslyn fumed at the unwelcome intrusion in her cunt. She didn’t appreciate being used this way. Professor Meyers wouldn’t approve of it… She’d have stood up for Roslyn and said that it was unfair for a woman to be treated this way. But the professor was just another roasting pig now, and Roslyn was being filled with a sumptuous fluffy Apricot and herb stuffing.

She clenched her face tightly as two large butcher’s hooks were forced through her back and up under her collarbones. The lines tightened, and she felt herself being pulled up by a pulley system until she was dangling helplessly on the conveyor.

Sandra closed her eyes, tears flooding out as they hung her painfully by her own hooks behind the redheaded TA from her class whose name she could never remember. She was just another dirty sow like her, and they deserved to be treated like meat. This was the day she’d been waiting for since the supreme court abolished the old laws and took up the Dolcett amendments.

The waiting ovens were hot as hades. Roslyn could feel it even from over here where she hung.
The blonde, Sandra, was lifted into the first one. Ros watched as the milf took a series of short breaths, psyching herself up for the horror to come. The oven door closed on her. It didn’t take long for her tears to evaporate. A surprised look came upon the mother’s face, as if she couldn’t believe she was a cow roasting in an oven. Then the screaming started, and never stopped.

Roslyn’s own oven was waiting. They rolled her along the gauge track until she was completely enveloped by the hellish blaze of dry molten air. Then they shut the glass front on her.
She’d thought that it was hot in front of the oven, but nothing prepared her for the inferno inside. It was like being dipped into molten lava. Every inch of her skin was pure pain.

The two pigs began to dance on their hooks as they slowly roasted alive. Soon they’d become succulent meats.

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