The Securing

Lamia's voice was quiet, such that only Robert could hear his words. "I think we're just getting started, babe." He dug around in a small drawer on the side of the counter. "I'm going to need you to roll over one last time."

I swallowed hard and complied, rolling my slippery, herb-rubbed body onto his belly, where I could see the steel spit propped up against the side of the prep counter. My eyes widened as my arms were suddenly drawn back behind me. Lamia grasped at them firmly, pulling them into position and tying them tightly together with a length of cooking twine. Looking back nervously, I mumbled something about not tying anything too tight, but Lamia merely smiled, adjusting the knots with practiced efficiency, his fingers brushing reassuringly against my bound wrists.

"All right," Lamia said as he finished binding my wrists and arms and stepped back, looking into his eyes with an inviting smile. "Are we good?" She reached out and took the sharpened pole in her hand, and suddenly it seemed much longer and thicker than it had before. I gulped and nodded.

"Y-yeah..." I muttered, forcing myself to try and sound a little braver than I felt, lying there stark naked, oiled and spiced, and now tied up and helpless. "We're good." I could hear my own heartbeat as I waited for her next instruction, my body trembling despite my best efforts. I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth together as she patted my gorgeous ass.

"Get up on your knees, ass up high," Lamia said with a smile, watching me.

I flushed and nodded, feeling my stomach turn to lead as I rose up on my knees as best as I could with my arms tied behind my back, head and shoulders down on the countertop, raising my ass up into the air towards her. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Lamia rubbing oil on the steel spit, getting it ready to skewer me.

She slowly circled the workstation to get a good look at me all tied up in that position until she came to stand behind me again, and I felt her hands rest on my bare arms as she leaned over my naked body. "You look absolutely delicious, Robert. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes," I replied meekly, leaning back and looking up at her with the most vulnerable expression that had ever crossed my face. "Just... go slow, all right?"

"I will." She continued to stroke my arms as she spoke. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I know what I'm doing." She leaned towards my ear and purred, “It will be just a little sting, my dear pig.”

And I was the main course.

Lamia nodded slowly in acknowledgment of what was taking place before turning her eyes back to Robert's beautiful body and moving toward her head.

I gulped again, licking my lips nervously. "B-Lamia..."

"Hm?" she said, her voice low as she lifted the shaft up with both hands, judging the right position and angle of the gleaming pole in relation to the luscious little asshole that was presented to her.

"I... I'm really nervous." I cleared my throat and wiggled my bound wrists, pressing my thighs together hard.

"This is it," she cooed.

Lamia reached out and placed one hand on my shoulder, gently stroking my shaven head with the other hand. "Just try to relax and take whatever enjoyment you can out of this." Lamia leaned over and kissed an errant drip of oil off of my cheek, making the doomed meat giggle in surprise.

"Lamia..." I said, "you're so sweet..." She bit her lip and smiled at the timid turkey, and I spread my legs a little wider for Lamia as Lamia nuzzled her cheek against mine.

"I'm sorry about before," I said, "when I joked about not needing to know your name. I didn't mean it. I'm the pig, not you."

"No..." Lamia said sadly. "It's okay. Don't worry about stupid stuff like that now." She squeezed her shoulder gently and kissed my cheek again, smudging my face with a spot of oil.

"I just wanted you to know," I said, before the sensations of Lamia's manipulations drew my attention back to her big event.

I felt Lamia placing one hand on my hip and guiding the sharpened pole into place with the other. I felt her run it over my ass, my cheeks spread to reveal my glistening, oiled, and herbed asshole, and the tempting little rosebud above it. My heart jumped, my breath quickening. My cheek was pressed against the hard countertop, and most of my weight was on my chest, the nipples hard against the surface. I lifted my ass up higher and spread my legs further apart, taking a deep breath as I felt the spit dragged down between them. I gasped as Lamia brushed the steel shaft past my clenched asshole on its way to its final target, nudging firmly against my asshole, the sharp tip pressing between my nether lips. Holding me by my hip, she slowly started to push the lubricated steel into my asshole, working it in little by little, each movement earning a new gasp from my lips. It was cold to the touch, and I clenched around it reflexively.

"Oh... oh gosh..." I moaned, arching my back and shuddering as the solid shaft began working its way into my asshole. "This is happening..." Once the hard steel was several inches inside of me, Lamia stopped moving for a moment while I got used to the feeling of being stretched out so much.

"How's that feel?" Lamia asked, her eyes glinting playfully as she watched me squirm beneath her.

"It... it feels..." I started, my voice faltering. I took a few moments to think before I responded, squirming as the cold steel lay rigid and unyielding inside of me. "It feels good. Oh!" I exclaimed sharply as Lamia pulled the gleaming shaft back a little and then pushed it back in with a sudden movement. I let out a quick breath as she pulled it back again, drawing another moan from my lips as she plunged it back in. It bumped against my insides, and I let out a soft whimper at the sensation. "It... it feels... good," I repeated, shivering as Lamia chuckled quietly to herself behind me.

"You really like getting skewered up your asshole, huh?" Lamia said, her tone flirtatious and her voice friendly. "You're going to look great impaled on it."

I nodded shakily, biting my lip and breathing hard as she worked the deadly device in and out of my asshole, going slightly deeper with each new thrust. I let out a long moan as my eyes rolled back in my head and I bucked her hips back against her pressure, trying to slide myself further onto the spit.

Lamia pushed the sharpened pole slowly deeper, her weight pressing down on me as she worked it in. My whimpers of distress at the deeper intrusion blended with moans of pleasure, my feelings never more conflicted about what was happening to me. Lamia took her time, chuckling at her mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

"Now, this part is going to require some..." She paused for a moment, pulling the spit out an inch or two before suddenly resuming her inward pressure, "...forceful effort."

"Oh... oh gosh..." I moaned, arching my back and shuddering as the steel rod worked its way deeper and deeper into my asshole. My eyes widened in alarm as I felt the sharp tip poking against my intestine wall, wincing at the pain, and realizing that it was hardly a fraction of its length within me, and the rest was still waiting outside my body. I felt my stomach begin to turn at the thought of taking even more, and I wriggled frantically. "Oh, ugh... it's so—Ugh!" I nearly cried out for her to stop, but the fact that I was tied up and permanently committed to my destiny to be her dinner made that option impossible. I bit my lip, clenched my hands into fists behind my back, and fervently wished for it to just go in faster, to end it all sooner. I always knew I'd be on the losing end of a spit sooner or later, but somehow, I couldn't believe it was today. Now. I tried to relax my clenching muscles as Lamia gradually pushed the sharpened pole into me but gasped as I felt a sharp tearing as it pierced through the obstruction. Beyond this new pain, I could feel it stretching her out, feeling so large within me it made my whole body tremble with how full she felt.

I turned my head to look behind her again. Lamia was staring enraptured at the spectacle of the sharp-tipped shaft piercing through the resistant flesh deep inside my body. She gave a long low moan as it sank ever deeper through her steady pressure, a slight twisting motion making it easier as she stretched my tight hole. I tried to hold my composure, gritting my teeth together and breathing deeply in an effort to remain calm through this ordeal.

"Oh... mmm..." I whimpered softly as she withdrew it just a little bit before pushing it deeper again. She continued this way, spit-fucking me with slow, steady thrusts that filled me with an unprecedented pressure as my most intimate hole was stretched wide open. She kept this up for several minutes before pausing in his work.

"There we go," Lamia said, his voice elated, and I could feel the sharpness in what seemed like my belly now. "We're almost a quarter way in. Now... let's finish this."

My eyes fluttered open, pain growing again as she felt him begin to shove with greater pressure, grunting as he gripped my tightly at my hip. Lamia was nearly lifting me off the counter with his thrusts now, seeming determined to get it through me at all costs.

"N-no," I gasped, stuttering and grunting as Lamia forced me to take ever more of the sharpened pole into my asshole. "I—c-can't—ah!"

"Sure you can," Lamia replied with a chuckle, his voice seeming further away now than it had ever been as I groaned, trying to twist myself out of his grasp.

I felt my stomach expand, making my belly slightly bulge, as the steel rod needed space to move further upwards to my waiting mouth.

She stroked my shoulders gently, her face sympathetic and pitying. "Just a few more inches, okay?" she said encouragingly. "You can do it."

"N-no!" I cried out as my ass was lifted higher still, my arms straining at the twine binding them together until I thought they would snap. Despite my efforts to resist her, Lamia persisted, and there was another, sharper blossoming of pain as it pierced through new depths, drawing out a shriek.

Lamia grunted in surprise as her grip on my hip slipped slightly, and I kicked out against her with my free foot. She stumbled back slightly but kept hold of the steel shaft as my body dropped back down onto the countertop with an intermingled gasp and moan, though whether it was in relief or pleasure I wasn't sure. I shuddered for a moment before breathing heavily for a few moments, wriggling slightly as Lamia stroked my shoulders.

"You're almost there," Lamia said after a moment or two. She was staring in amazement at the sight of my flawless naked body, panting and sweating, nearly fully impaled by the spit. The huskiness of Lamia's voice made me shiver despite myself as she said, "Just a little bit more." She purred.

Just a little bit more. Mere moments remained before I was no longer Robert Henderson—I would be nothing but meat on a stick, a skewered hog, or a chicken, destined to come out of the oven looking like that juicy, golden-brown slut Lamia ate only one day ago. Meat to be consumed, devoured, and enjoyed. And this steel rod tearing its way through my fragile body was the agent of my transformation, together with the hot, industrial-sized oven waiting impatiently to take me into its blazing, fatal embrace.

"O-okay..." I murmured, biting my lip again and closing my eyes. I felt how rigid my lower body had become, the large rod unbending. I wondered how much I could move once it came out of my mouth.

Lamia resumed her eager work, and I squealed as the sharpened pole was forced further up my asshole. Then I felt Lamia's hand go up my inner thigh, easing her fingers around the steel impaling me, seeking the wetness on my cock. I groaned and moaned as Lamia found the swollen cockhead and rolled her nails around it even as the spit continued its deadly journey.

Lamia rubbed my cock urgently as I cried out helplessly, writhing as much as I could and twisting my head to watch the other Lamia's intent face, her eyes concentrating as she did her best to distract me from the pain.

"Mmm," Lamia hummed happily at the sight of my face contorting in pleasure and frustration, her eyes flashing with excitement as I wiggled her hips in response to Lamia's hand strokes. She leaned her weight against the pole as she bent down over me, kissing the side of her face before whispering into one ear. "You're doing great."

I shivered as she whispered to me, nearly fully impaled on the sharpened pole now, heart pounding from the rigid sensation I felt so deep inside of myself. "I—I think I can do it," I said bravely, swallowing hard as Lamia chuckled against my ear.

"Of course you can," she whispered back, blowing warm air across the shell of my ear before lightly nibbling at the lobe. “You have no choice," Lamia chuckled.

I squealed as the sharpened pole grew nearer its exit, my asshole clenching around it as my cock was stimulated by the Lamia's loving fingers, and I felt the spit twisting around, stretching me out and rubbing against my insides as Lamia pushed it deeper and deeper. My hips writhed against the prep counter, and soon I found herself unable to stop moaning, my voice rising with each new inch that slid into my body.

I felt how my body became even stiffer, having that thick rod so deep inside me.

Nearing the end now, Lamia resumed her alternating in and out motions one last time. Her movements were slow at first, letting me accustom myself to the action before she began to pick up speed, pushing the shaft in and out of my asshole faster and faster until I was crying out loudly every time the spit slid another inch into me.

"Oh..." I panted, wincing and feeling a sudden warmth growing between my legs as the pole pierced and went up through my esophagus, filling me up inside. "Oh... Lamia... It—it feels so..." I was bright red with exertion, my voice deep and soft as I groaned beneath Lamia's force and her tender ministrations. "D-don't stop... I—I'm gonna—oh, oh!"

Lamia grinned as I came, squirming furiously on the prep station in front of her, my sweet cries reaching their peak from the sensations inside of me. The spit was sliding through me easily now, all resistance past, with only seconds left before it was through me. She watched with delight as she began to lose control of herself completely, crying out for her to stop even though orgasm after orgasm was crashing over me in swift succession. She kept going until I was coming for the fifth time, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure and pain spreading all the way through me.

I felt the spit in the back of my throat. Lamia kissed me, cupping my chin. When the kiss broke off, Lamia guided my head all the way back, coaxing my mouth open. She pulled on the rod, and I felt another thrust! The spit was now close to peeking out.

I was panting in hard gasps when Lamia gave the final shove, and my heavy breaths turned to choking, bubbling noises as the sharp tip erupted with a pop from between my wide, stretched lips. The moment the thick tip emerged from her mouth, it was muffling my screams into wet, garbled cries. My eyes went wide and glassy with shock, tears streaming down my, by the rod stretched, swollen cheeks. It made me go cross-eyed as I attempted to examine it. The slow realization that I truly was nothing but a stuck pig now washed over me like a broken dam.

Somehow the thick rod had missed my heart and lungs, a fleeing thought whispered.

I was impaled from end to end.

I felt how stiff my body had become, the thick rod unyielding, beautifully keeping me ready for the roasting. It was beautiful, feeling helpless, the cold steel rod deciding over me.

Lamia didn’t stop there and bound my ankles tightly to the frame, then walked to the spit trolley, which was standing nearby. It was a stainless-steel spit-holding trolley with an integrated drip tray. Neatly stored on one side, a couple of recently used meat hooks were hanging; I could easily recognize the dark stains on them, probably from Lamia's breakfast.

She carefully rolled it in front of me, and I could see the large round steel ring in the center of it, meant to have the rod placed through it. The trolley was the perfect help for Lamia transporting me to my final station. With some effort, she lifted the tip of the steel rod up and slid it through the steel ring. For the first time, I could feel how wonderful it was to be hanging from the spit, even if it was only the front end of the spit. Lamia hummed a love song as she walked towards my rear, and again, with some effort, she lifted the rear part of the rod onto her shoulder.

I was now truly a pig on a spit, loving how it felt to be hanging in the air, the steel rod my new master. I hung suspended, unable to move, unable to close my legs or hide myself. The fullness stretched my insides, pressing against places that made my hips twitch. Her cock was fully erect, leaking precum, my body still producing it even as Lamia prepared me for her succulent dinner.

As she kept humming that one love song, I tried to remember the title, but the hanging of a steel rod caused too much distraction to my brain. My arousal did not help either.

Lamia carefully rolled me with the trolley towards the industrial spit roaster, and again, I had to admire the massive machine and the beautiful rotisserie mechanism. Once Lamia parked the trolley in the right spot, she was able to lift the tip of the rod and insert it into the spit bearing, then quickly walked towards the other end and placed it into the other bearing. I heard her grab the remote of the machine, and I heard a light, high-pitched whirring sound from an electric motor behind me.

“Just adjusting the spit tighter into the bearings, my love.” She whispered, explaining to her food what she was doing. As soon as I was properly secured in place, Lamia carefully checked my tied hands and feet. “I need you crispy all over," she patiently explained, like a mother to her baby, "and I need to make sure you will be rotated the entire time.” I felt her tug on the cooking twine around my feet, and I heard an utter "tsk tsk", as if she was unhappy with me. From the corner of my eye, I saw her walking to a butcher block and opening a drawer, quickly finding a roll with cooking twine. She walked out of my sight again, and I felt her tie a second twine around my feet and an extra one around my bulging neck, properly securing her meat.

To be continued.