Til Death Us Do Part


Introduction:
Boy meets girl in surreal circumstances. They become close, but not for long

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Weā€™d been close ever since we met. It wasn’t long after that I knew weā€™d spend the rest of our lives together. His name is Luke. My name is Yasmin.

I could feel his cock still inside of me. Not deeply inside, that wasnā€™t possible in the position we were in, but I could feel him. I tensed my pelvic muscles around his shaft and pushed myself a little further onto him, albeit weakly, not to try to get off again – I knew I wouldn’t cum again – no, just to let him know I was still with him. I felt very sleepy. It wouldnā€™t be long now.

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I wasnā€™t certain how long Iā€™d known him; only that it was long as it had been since I woke up in that small, square white-tiled room with him lying asleep on a couch, a few feet opposite mine. We were both naked, and neither of us had a strand of hair from the neck down. Once Iā€™d gotten over the initial shock of our surroundings, I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. So I started screaming – and banging on the metal door that held us captive. That woke him.

He gazed around blearily, much as I had done when I woke. ā€œHeyā€ I said, as I turned to look at him.
He patted his chest, thighs and, arms in puzzlement, and then looked up at me, as he sat up. ā€œWhere are my fucking clothes, what have you done with themā€¦.who are you… where are your fucking clothes, my pubes, where the fuck are weā€¦.fuckā€ – all came out in only a semi-coherent stream. I shrugged. He got up and joined me in hammering on the door, demanding answers, or at the very least some attention from outside. But nothing, nada, zilch, not a sound from anywhere else.

Its pretty deflating doing that, not to mention tiring, especially without any response. After all, what’s the point if thereā€™s no one to hear you. Besides, my wrists and fists were starting to hurt. So I stopped and sat back down on my couch.
ā€œDonā€™t fucking stopā€, he yelled, as he continued hammering against the solid metal.
As he carried on angrily, I got a good look at him. Not facially handsome, but not ugly. Not overly muscled. Tall, neither fat, nor lean, dark blonde hair, ordinary really. Bit like me, I suppose. Although Iā€™m only just over 5 feet tall.
ā€œThereā€™s no point, thereā€™s no one gonna comeā€ I said calmly.
He just carried on. I smiled as I noticed his cock slapping across his groin as his legs braced to put more force into hammering on the door.
ā€œWhat you smiling at, we gotta get out of hereā€.
ā€œJust give it a rest, youā€™ll hurt your wrists. Iā€™m Yasminā€
He kicked the door one final time, then stopped, sighed and walked the couple of feet to sit down on his couch, almost directly opposite me. Our knees were nearly touching, as we looked each other up and down. It was only then that I became acutely aware of our nudity, so I closed my legs. He did the same, but that just left his prick poking out the top of his closed groin. At least us women can hide our lower modesty. I did consider trying to hide my tits, but decided there was no point. I guessed heā€™d already seem them in all their glory.

ā€œLukeā€. He reached over to shake my hand. I reciprocated. ā€œI would ask whatā€™s a nice guy like you doing in a dump like this..butā€ I said. He laughed.

We spent the next while just talking. He was a research scientist, mid-thirties. Single, just out of a long-term relationship. Sheā€™d taken the dog, left him with the mortgage.

Turned out we lived in the same city, and had been leaving the same shopping mall late last night. Well, I think it was last night, I really had no idea. Nor did he. The last thing we could remember was walking to our cars, in the dark, near deserted parking lot. Then, he recalled a sharp pain in his neck. But that was it, until my commotion woke him. I leaned across to check his neck. There was a small red pin prick. He checked me over too. Same.

ā€œHey, you don’t think weā€™ve been captured by some mad scientistsā€ he mused.
ā€œOr maybe aliensā€¦.and theyā€™re going to perform wild sex experiments on us. Perhaps theyā€™re expecting us to fuck? Why else would a naked man and woman be keptā€¦..ā€
I was brought to silence by the sound of the door sliding open. Luke put his index finger to his lips, and crept up beside it.
ā€œMale, be seated and you won’t be harmedā€. Whoever or whatever was behind the door knew heā€™d moved. I guess we were being watched.
ā€œI repeatā€¦.be seated otherwise you will be hurt and so will the femaleā€. The door had opened enough to reveal two figures dressed in black overalls – humans, one male one female. Each carried what looked like a cattle prod. I beckoned to Luke to come sit back down. The figures came in and stood next to each of us, cattle prods held menacingly. A deep female voice came from the door opening.
ā€œStand up, follow us. Now.ā€
The speaker was also dressed in black, Tall, thin, a rough looking, cruel face was topped by a short black mop of her. Faces like that are usually a mask for an equally cruel personality. I looked at Luke. Motioned him to stay put.
ā€œSmart move, female. Do as you’re told and you won’t be harmed. Trust me, those two will take great pleasure in using those things. And there won’t be a lot I can do to stop them.ā€
ā€œRight, who the fuckā€¦.ā€. Luke screamed and bent double as his minder touched his leg with her prod. I winced but stayed put.
ā€œThat’s just a taster, male. Now, let’s goā€, the boss commanded.
I instinctively went to help Luke. My minder raised his prod. I pulled back, as he escorted me outside, cattle prod at the ready. Luke and his escort followed. I just hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Lets just go along with this for now.
The boss walked us a short distance up a white tiled and brightly lit corridor, then opened a door. We were pushed inside.
ā€œStand over thereā€, she said, pointing at a white wall with two shower heads. ā€œUnder the shower heads, one each. Don’t say a word or try anything. These things hurt even more under waterā€. With that the showers started and we were cajoled towards the water. ā€œNow washā€.
We stood in silence just occasionally glancing at each other as we rinsed ourselves off. No soap, just hands and water.
ā€œEverywhere, especially your genitals and assesā€.
I raised my leg up and ran my hand between my legs, paying particular attention to my vulva and round to my anus. I found myself sensitive to my own touch, the first time in this whole escapade that I found myself getting turned on. My nipples were hardening. I looked across at Luke. Seems the same thing was happening to him. His cock was thickening and rising, his foreskin receding as he washed himself. He turned away. I caught a sadistic smile on boss ladys face.
ā€œFemale, here, moveā€ she beckoned to a white spot to her side. My minder approached me, prod at the ready. I complied. I stood on the white tile.
ā€œ95, 5 feet 1ā€ she called out.
She then motioned me to turn to face the wall. Aware of the potential for pain on my still wet body, I did as directed. Boss lady yanked my arms behind my back, and shackled them at the wrists. She then knelt down, spread my legs by about a foot, and put a spreader bar between my ankles to keep them that way. Next came a mouth gag. I resisted to begin with, but felt the prongs of my minderā€™s weapon on my buttocks. I accepted it. Finally, boss bitch ran her hand between my legs. ā€œYou worthless piece of meatā€¦.you’re soakingā€. She sneered.

I was stood to one side as Luke got the same treatment as I had.
ā€œ5 11, 180ā€. Boss lady reached between his legs; I saw and felt his wince.
ā€œPerfect, lets goā€.

Walking was a challenge; with our legs spread, we shuffled the short distance to the single wooden door on the far wall.
ā€œWhen you get out there, you stand still. If someone touches you, you take it. My colleagues here will be watching and close by. They won’t be afraid to use those things even in front of our guests. In fact, our guests might just enjoy watching you squirmā€.

I still hadn’t worked out what was going on. But I had a feeling I was about to descend into the world of sexual slavery.
ā€œRight, get movingā€¦.ā€.

Our minders ushered us through the door onto what looked like a small stage. Arrayed in front of the stage were three circular tables, each with a white cloth over it. Each table had a number of well-dressed people at it – all ages, really. I desperately tried to avoid eye contact with any of them, but it wasnā€™t easy as bitch lady lifted my head up to face the audience.
ā€œLadies and gentlemen, our guests, please feast your eyes on this eveningā€™s delicacies. One male, one female. You may, of course, come and inspect them. They are here for your pleasureā€.

She stepped aside. I could feel my minder stood behind me, ā€œJust do as youā€™re told, and I wonā€™t get to use this. The slightest thing though, and believe me…itā€™ll hurtā€¦.a lotā€ he whispered into my ear. His breath stunk. Fucking sadist, I thought, but I was getting more and more turned on at the prospect of being used like this.
The guests had now started to get up from their seats. Two, from the middle table, a late middle aged man and woman, mounted the stage via the small steps at the front.
ā€œHello babe, and what have we hereā€ the man sneered and licked his lips as he approached me. He put one hand on my left tit. I avoided his eyes. He was considerably taller than me. Aware of my minder behind me, and increasingly eager to please, I pushed my tit forward into his hand; he squeezed it, then placed his other hand between my legs.
ā€œYou are excited arenā€™t you, bitch? This kinda thing get you off?ā€ I wanted to shout that I wasnā€™t a cheap whore, but the gag and the minderā€™s presence stopped me. I felt his fingers part my pussy lips, and enter me, slowly at first, then he started to pump his fingers in and out.
Jeez, Iā€™m going to cum, I thought.
He nuzzled forward, bent lower and sucked my right tit. I felt his thumb rub my clit, whilst his fingers inside me found my G-spot. My breathing rate increased rapidly, and I felt my legs start to weaken as my orgasm arrived. I thrust my tits on to his mouth and hand, and ground my cunt around his fingers and thumb. I yelled a muffled scream through the gag; I wriggled, not really wanting more but at the same time desperate for it. Then suddenly he stopped, withdrew his fingers from my body. He pulled down his zipper and got out his cock. It was hard, not huge. My minder released my gag and forced me down onto my knees. My guest, whoā€™d just made me cum in a way I had never cum before, took his cock and presented it – no, forced it – into my mouth. I accepted it. It was sweaty and salty; he face fucked me vigorously. I used my tongue to caress his cock head each time it came into my mouth. My saliva dribbled each time he withdrew, but my hands were still bound so I couldnā€™t wipe my mouth nor had any control over the pace or depth of his thrusts. I nearly gagged each time he went back inside; Iā€™d never sucked off any of my boyfriends quite like this, but I was enjoying it. I must be one sick bitch, I thought as I felt his cock quiver, his body stiffen, and his cum hit the back of my throat.
ā€œSwallow, it bitchā€ he ordered. So I did. He finally retracted himself, pulled me to my feet and looked me up and down. ā€œTurn roundā€, so I did. He placed his hands on my buttocks, and playfully squeezed them. He parted my cheeks and I feared the worst, but he just patted them, and walked off the stage. My minder replace my gag and I turned slowly around, so that I could see what was happening to Luke.

The female guest was on her knees in front of him, wiping his cum off her lips. His gag was still in place. I lingered just a moment too long, and was forced back to face the front.
The remainder of the guests broke out into a round of applause, as I looked on ashamed, but still turned on.

ā€œThey are good, very good, well done. His cock is delicious. But Iā€™d like to see them togetherā€ Lukeā€™s fellatior purred.
ā€œShall I have them fuck for you?ā€ boss bitch asked
ā€œYes, I think soā€, the lead female guest answered, ā€œWhat do you think, Charles?ā€
ā€œDefinitely, definitelyā€ the guy who Iā€™d sucked off answered.

Boss lady motioned the minders to take us down from the stage. It took a little while as we shuffled down the steps. She pointed to the centre table, and minder pushed my face down onto the cloth, ass in the air, legs spread, wet, swollen pussy revealed.
Lukeā€™s minder had lined him up behind me. Without any further lubrication, although I didnā€™t think I needed any, I felt him put in a position between my legs. Boss lady took him in her hand, and guided him towards my pussy. He pushed, but couldnā€™t quite penetrate me. Boss lady adjusted the aim and he pushed some more. It was quite painful to begin with, but he eventually found his way in. I heard him sigh as he entered me. I moaned through my gag as I felt him enter me as far as he could go.
ā€œFuck her, fuck her hard, male, we havenā€™t got longā€
I then felt someone stroking my hair as my cheek rested against the table cloth, and someone else stand directly in front of me. I had never, ever fucked before an audience, and whilst it shouldnā€™t have been, it was immensely pleasurable. I panted through my gag as Luke continued to thrust mechanically in and out of me, his rate increasing. I didnā€™t get much further as I felt him buck and his body stiffen as he buried himself in me and released his cum. I ground onto him, disappointed I hadnā€™t cum again, although I was close. He was quickly pulled out from me.
I felt someone behind me, inspecting my fucked pussy. I could feel Lukeā€™s cum starting to dribble from me.
ā€œBravo, they will most definitely do. Fabulous as ever, Glenda, fabulousā€ came the verdict.

ā€œThank you, Maā€™am. How would you like them done?ā€
ā€œOven roasted please, together. Alive. Coupled. Iā€™ll leave the position to your imagination, surprise us. But I want to see his dick in her when theyā€™re doneā€.
She clapped her hands excitedly. ā€œSee, everyone, I told you it would be fab, and we havenā€™t even had dinner yet. I canā€™t wait to eat that cock for realā€.

Dinner…oven roastedā€¦coupled…what the fuckā€¦… I reeled in shock. They were going to roast us, shit, what kind of sick fuckers were these people? I might have coped with life as a sex slave, at least it was life. But they were going to cook us. Fucking hell, roast us aliveā€¦.in an oven. Then theyā€™d eat us, or what? My god, I realised, we were going to die.

As I struggled to come to terms with what Iā€™d just heard, my minder grabbed me from behind, holding my arms tightly. He pulled me up from the table, and held me. I couldnā€™t kick, my legs were manacled and spread. Luke had obviously heard what boss bitch had said too; he tried to squirm away from his minderā€™s reach, but no luck. She quickly had the prod onto his legs and he was floored, squirming in agony.
ā€œCareful with the meat, Delilahā€, boss bitch reprimanded. I saw her bend down with a syringe in hand, and stick it into Lukeā€™s thigh. He went still. Then I felt a prick on my rear upper thigh, an injection, and I felt myself drifting away.

When I woke I was still gagged and still naked. The ceiling was strip-lighted and polystyrene tiled. My legs and arms were restrained. My wrists tied to my ankles, tightly. The only part of me I could move was my head.

I lifted my head and through my legs saw Luke led on his back, in front of me. He was awake and lifting his head too. He tried to smile at me. He was also gagged and trussed up. We were set on a metal tray in what I could see, as I gazed around, was a kitchen. Our bodies glistened, covered in something. Oil? That would make sense, weā€™d been basted.

Fucking hell, that wasnā€™t a dream, it’s real enoughā€¦. I am going to be killed and eatenā€¦.and that guy, Luke heā€™s real too and is here with me. It then occurred to me that he had a full on view of my pussy and ass when he raised his head. Oddly, at that point the only thing I could think of was that there had been no point trying to hide it earlier in that white room.
Despite, or perhaps because of, my terminal predicament, that thought was a real thrill. The man whoā€™d earlier fucked me over a table was now getting an eyeful of my glistening pussy as I lay bound, smeared in oil, on a table…in a kitchen…about to be roasted and eaten. I should be petrified, and to I was, but also very, very turned on.

ā€œYouā€™re lucky, they want a live oven roast today. And together, so youā€™ll have some company as you cook. Better than the poor beggars last monthā€¦.but that’s another storyā€. Christ, we werenā€™t the first – and what the fuck could be worse than being roasted alive?
The speaker was a plump, kindly looking woman. She was dressed in a white smock.
ā€œMarcia, is it on?ā€.
ā€œYes, chef. 50 degrees centigrade, as you said. And nearly there tooā€, a much younger lady also in white smocks replied and walked over to us.
ā€œVery good. Sheā€™s not quite fully oiled yet. Can you come and finish her belly and pussy, please. Iā€™ll move the male into position. Glenda wants them in the ā€˜Caseā€™ position, both on their backs, him inside herā€.
ā€œOooh, I do like that one, chefā€, Marcia chirped.

ā€œWeā€™re going to start you nice and low so you get used to it and to crisp you up, then baste you, and then increase the temperature. They want us to keep you alive as long as possible, you know. So, that’s what Iā€™ll do. Might even get you to the table alive, you never knowā€, she giggled to herself.

Chef started to slide Luke forward on the oiled table, towards me. His feet were bound sole to sole, so that his knees pointed outwards, his wrists bound behind his head. His belly was arched up. He looked uncomfortable.

Marcia lifted my legs over Lukeā€™s feet as chef pushed him forwards; then she lifted my buttocks so that his feet were now propping up my lower back.

My wrists were released from my ankles, and my legs were lifted over Lukeā€™s. Marcia then placed something soft under my buttocks.
ā€œThe butter on the riser under you will help bronze your rump nicely. Our guests like a bronzed rump. I do hope it’s not too uncomfortableā€ chef explained.

The effect was to expose my pussy even more to Luke, the thought of which just turned me on even more – I wanted him in me again.
I didnā€™t have a long wait. I felt Marica spread my labia while chef took Lukeā€™s dick, and lined him up with my open pussy. She pulled him forward a fraction and I felt his tip enter me. With us both on our backs, it was difficult to get deep penetration, but that was fine; his tip pointed up so rubbed the front of my vaginal canal, and I could feel the shaft rubbing against my clitoris. I felt a small orgasm rush through me. I contracted around him, and felt him twitch in response. I could hear him breathing heavily, just a couple of feet in front of me.

His arms were then bound along my thighs so that his wrists were at my groin. My arms were bound similarly, but my hands were on his belly. Both bindings were tight, almost painfully tight, but, I thought, that was the least of my worries. We were both pretty immobile now. I could just about lift my head to see the end of my mons through my breasts.
I just glimpsed Luke raising his head – although his arched back prevented a full-on view, he could probably just see his dick inside me. I could squeeze my vaginal muscles around him, and just about manage to push myself fractionally up and down his cock. This was, despite the desperate circumstances, quite possibly the most sexually charged I think I had ever felt. The prospect of death was frightening, but it just enhanced my already sexually charged state.

ā€œRight, I think thatā€™s about it. Excellent job Marcia, donā€™t they look just lovely. I hope Glenda and our guests appreciate themā€, chef mused
ā€œIā€™m sure they willā€, the younger woman replied, chuckling, ā€œIā€™m sure they willā€.

So this was it. Chef began to wheel the trolley over to the far wall, with me going forwards, so I could see we were headed towards a pair of metal grey double doors. The oven!.
Marcia opened the doors in front of us, which as they opened, pulled out a long grill shelf. Chef slowly slid the trolley to the itā€™s edge. All I could see was a dark void. No light at all. I wondered how it was heated. But it was because I could feel a dry heat coming out, but no worse than a hot desert day. Yet, I thought, yet.

Luke momentarily raised his head, so our eyes met. He couldnā€™t see what I could, but would be able to feel the heat. He looked terrified and I felt him tense up. I held his legs tightly, and he mine. I wanted to hold his body close to mine, to kiss him, tell him that I’d be there with him.

But I couldn’t get any closer to him and the gags prevented me talking. So I just blinked at him, and he put his head back down. The metal tray on the table was slid onto the grill shelf and the doors closed. This moved the shelf and us into the oven.
The doors clunked and a bolt was drawn. It was pitch black. Hot but not unbearable. I squeezed Lukeā€™s thighs, and he mine in return and we waited. Just the sound of gentle breathing surrounded us

I tried to sleep a little, but could feel.Luke periodically twitching in me, as if to let me know he was still there. I was very turned on and just wanted to fuck him hard until we both came. But all I could do was gyrate a little on him. It was working though, and I felt myself reaching another small climax, and Luke getting harder again too. I could hear him breathing more heavily. It was a brief moment of extreme pleasure for me as Luke shot a small load too. I could hear him sighing as he came down, just a few feet away.

I must have slept. I was woken with the doors being opened. My skin felt tight, and my lungs sore from the hot air, but we couldn’t be done yet, could we? The tray was pulled out. It took me a few seconds to get adjusted to the light. The cool air was a relief, but I knew it was temporary. We were both checked over, our bodies hand prodded and oil brushed again. Our bindings were adjusted and Luke pushed back closer to me.

Chef on one side and Marcia on the other started to play with our combined genitals. I could feel them exploring my pussy, and felt a finger being pushed in alongside Lukeā€™s cock. I also felt fingers and thumbs on my clitoris, and I guessed probably on Lukeā€™s balls too. Quite why they were doing this, I don’t know, perhaps they got off on it. Whatever, they stayed silent. The feeling became more and more intense. Iā€™d lost count of how many times Iā€™d cum since Iā€™d been here, but the working over my genitals were getting, combined with a penis inside me, released perhaps the biggest of them all. I screamed, muffled by my gag, as I bucked as much as I could, holding Lukeā€™s legs, tightened my canal and then pulsed around Lukeā€™s shaft, but nothing from him this time. Just heavier breathing.
By the time we were placed back in the oven, I was still coming down. The repositioning meant Luke still wasnā€™t deep in me, but his cock tip was in an even better place this time, exerting more pressure on the front of my vaginal wall. Christ, this was ecstasy. I felt very little fear as the doors were closed once again, and we found ourselves back in the black void of the hot oven.
Almost immediately, I felt a blast of very hot air on my body. The rush of air meant I could no longer hear Luke, and although I could feel him and hug his thighs, I wished I could see and speak to him. This was it, I thought. I didn’t know how long this would take, but hoped it would be quick now.

The heat was increasing quickly, and I was now struggling to breath. I could feel his cock still inside of me. Not deeply inside, that wasnā€™t possible in the position we were in, but I could feel him. I tensed my pelvic muscles around his shaft and pushed myself a little further onto him, albeit weakly, not to try to get off again – I knew I wouldn’t cum again – no, just to let him know I was still with him. I felt very sleepy. It wouldnā€™t be long now.


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