A commission for Schneeba

The guard pushed Faye and Carly roughly down into their metal ottomans. The smooth steel stools had indentations in them to accommodate the shape of even their buxom female bodies. Carly’s pregnant belly lifted her high off the surface, but still she fitted into the tight restraints easily. Faye’s boobs pushed her butt down, but that too was no trouble for the device to accommodate.

Jane thought about running away - as the guard pushed her down into her own machine, but he kept her legs chained until after she was firmly pressed down into the device, and her arms locked in place. The steel against her breasts and belly was freezing, and made her nipples harden immediately. She tried to kick the guard, but he was practiced at his craft and easily redirected her ankles into the waiting manacles. Nothing she did seemed to alter her fate. Her legs were pushed up into a position that exposed her pussy and asshole and reminded her of a rotisserie chicken. She wondered briefly if they were going to rape her. Surely if they had no compunction about killing her, they’d want to violate her too? The perverted thought turned her on a little bit, but unfortunately for her, the guard had no such intentions. He just proceeded on to dealing with Erin and Monica, both of whom offered little resistance, leaving that little hope inside Jane to die on the block.

Jane stared at the rubbery black face mask in front of her. There was a plasticky ribbed brown tube dangling from it, like some kind of limp penis. It was covered in drops of condensation, and had some kind of brown bits of cooked flesh from the last girl who had used it, still attached. Regrettably for Jane, it smelled delicious, faintly of boiled meat. Her guard reached down and picked up Faye’s pipe and grabbed her firmly by the neck. In less than a minute, he had intubated the whining purple bobbed girl with it and affixed the black mask to her nose. Pregnant Carly was next. Her bloated belly jiggled as she struggled fruitlessly, but soon he pulled her jaw open with his fingers and the tube was all the way down her esophagus too.

Jane flinched as he pulled her own mask towards her.
“There, there, slut… It’ll all be over soon.” he said, in a voice she presumed was meant to be reassuring, but just came over to her as terrifying.
“P-please… Don….. Uuuuugh!” she choked as he took the opportunity to use her pleading against her… the second she opened her mouth, he reached in and swiftly used his fingers to pull down hard on her lower jaw. It hurt. She tried to bite him… but he had the tube in her mouth before she could do anything. It tasted…. Like week old cooked pork. She wanted to gag. Didn’t they ever wash these things off? He slid it down and into her throat as if it were the biggest dick she’d ever sucked. Much thicker than even her boyfriend’s cock. The black nose mask fitted snugly over her lower face with a sucking seal like a plunger.. It clearly wasn’t coming off again easily.

Jane found breathing to be really hard. It was like taking in a lungful of water with every breath. Erin squealed like a hamster as she was violently affixed to her own machine, beside Jane. Tentatively, Jane tested out her bindings, feeling blindly for any weaknesses, but she couldn’t budge an inch. Helpless, and hooked to some kind of death machine, Jane was beginning to feel like a thanksgiving turkey; bound, trussed and ready to be dinner.

Monica at the end willingly obliged her oppressor, and took the tube like a champ. No crying, or begging, she just said “Thank you”, and obliged him by opening her mouth and swallowing the pipe provided to her. Jane found she was developing an incredible disdain for the woman who seemed to be taking her own snuffing as if it were some kind of duty she had to uphold as a Dolcett wife. Then again, she realized… here in Dolcett, it probably was her duty.

The guard then started turning all the red valves on the steaming machine’s ground fed pipes. Monica got all lively all of a sudden, convulsing on her ottoman as if she was having a stroke.
Next, Erin went bright red in the face and started shivering like she was having a grand mal seizure. The guard turned Jane’s own valve and she was rudely awakened to the reason the girls had reacted in such a manner. Scalding hot steam roared into her esophagus and down into her lungs and belly. Every breath that had been difficult, was now impossible… It was like breathing and eating fire. It was the worst thing she’d ever experienced.

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