"Dolcett/Cooking > The Pretty Princess and Her Meaty Maid" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/gEC6CZPG Created on: Sunday 31st of May 2020 07:36:29 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:00:42 AM UTC “I want to ask you something.” “Yes? What is it, Princess?” Elise, the chambermaid and most trusted lady-in-waiting of the princess, turned to face her charge. She saw a fair face lit up with a rosy blush, and clear blue eyes twinkling with eagerness. Golden locks fell in elegant curls about the lovely, youthful features of the princess, who clasped her hands before the breast of her dress, which hugged a plump, perky, precocious bosom. They were in Princess Luca’s private chambers, and the young lady was leaning inappropriately close. Usually Princess Luca had better manners than this. Elise wondered what caused the girl to disregard ordinary decorum, even if only to this minor extent. But she nodded to the princess, indicating that she would hearken to the girl’s question—that was one of her many duties as a servant of the princess, and she was not one to neglect those obligations. She was a serious woman, though young enough to share a pseudo-sisterly relationship with her charge. “Do you want to be snuffed tonight?” …Ah, yes. It had been a while, hadn’t it? Luca looked expectantly at Elise. She framed it as asking her lady-in-waiting a question, but Elise and all the princess’s servants knew that it was an order. This was a regular occurrence, the regrettably perverted young princess periodically having her maids snuffed in various ways for her amusement. Only the fact that the royal family had priests on retainer who would resurrect the deceased servants with no questions asked restrained the staff from descending into a violent revolt at Princess Luca’s regular cruelties. All the princess’s servants knew about the girl’s dark, twisted interests, and they were all either sworn to secrecy or too afraid to tell others about the things young Luca did to her chambermaids and ladies-in-waiting. It wasn’t as if the king was a hated tyrant or the royal family known for commonly engaging in such bloodthirsty depravity. Luca’s father was a respectable king, not especially wise nor extraordinarily kind, but generally just and proportionately pious, and her mother was similarly an ordinary, basically decent royal consort. And Luca herself was not particularly cruel or evil-minded otherwise, outside this one morbid hobby. She was very kind, in her own way… but also powerfully curious. And she almost always had them revived afterwards, so they were generally willing to look the other way and endure it when she “experimented”. Still, this was the first time that Elise had been approached by the princess for this purpose. She was the closest of the servants to Luca, the one in whom the princess confided most readily and for whom she seemed to have the tenderest sentiments. Elise was very close with Princess Luca, in her own way, so she had come to see herself as above the treatment the other servants got. She was Luca’s favorite, after all… right? Elise gulped. Well, although she thought this, when she considered the question, she had to admit that she was a… little interested. Not just a few of the other maidservants took obvious delight in the princess’s treatment of them, clearly enjoying the different ways Luca snuffed them. That was part of the reason they were so willing to indulge the princess’s macabre hobby. For her part, Elise honestly shared the princess’s fascination with snuff, which was part of why she did so much herself to facilitate the girl’s deadly play. So she couldn’t say she wasn’t interested. But it did take her aback, and she was slightly nervous. “Well… yes, I suppose,” Elise said evasively, abashedly. She nodded. “If it would please you, Princess, I would be… happy to be snuffed.” It couldn’t be that bad, right? She’d always enjoyed helping the princess do it to the other servants. It would only make sense for her to try it out this way once herself, as well… Princess Luca beamed, and she clapped her hands and almost jumped for joy. “Very well! I’ll tell the others to get everything ready. Tonight, you get to ride the spit?” Something about the gleam in the princess’s eyes made Elise shiver, and she wondered if she had made the right decision. … … … … … With a much more intense interest than usual, Luca watched as Elise was stripped. The woman was only a little older than Luca, and she was attractive in her own right. She was not able to wear anything like the princess’s royal finery, nor was she ever groomed to quite the same exquisite degree as the princess, but she was one of Luca’s ladies-in-waiting, and it would have reflected poorly on the royal family for her to be slovenly or unsightly. Elise was a handsome young woman, and when you took away the more superficial differences imposed by the gap in status between them, she and Luca were very similarly attractive. Luca was still just a little bit prettier, though, even if she were naked without makeup or special grooming, with her clear blue eyes and her vividly golden hair and her noticeably larger, plumper breasts. Elise was older, but she did not have quite as generously developed a figure as the better-fed princess, and her brown hair and eyes gave her a more common, less striking appearance. But otherwise, they were similarly attractive. Elise was the comeliest of Luca’s ladies-in-waiting, and that was part of the reason she was as close to the princess as she was, and her inarguable loveliness made it all the more exciting for Luca to watch as the maid was surrounded by the other, slightly homelier and less trusted servants. Elise wore a blush and nothing else, standing naked in the chamber, and she was tense from nervous anticipation as one of the maidservants set up a bucket next to the table and another hoisted her atop it. A third servant approached with a long, sharp knife, whetting it in preparation, and Elise swallowed, feeling a hint of trepidation. She looked at the princess, feeling her interest start to ebb in the face of fear. She trusted that she would be resurrected afterward, of course… but she was still afraid. It wasn’t like she was a masochist who enjoyed pain. And even if she were, obviously there would be a limit to what was pleasurable. And when she saw the spit being brought up, fear overpowered her interest. The point of a long steel rod was lined up with her sex, and relatively strong hands grabbed Elise’s body and held her in place as the rod was slid forward, inch by inch, the keen tip breaching her entrance with an almost perverse gentleness. Elise’s eyes bulged, and her chest heaved, her body tensing, spasming, shuddering at the feel of the cold, unyielding steel rubbing against the inner walls of her sex. In, in, in it went, through her cervix, making her see stars, and out the back of her womb, making her seize up and whimper in terror. Luca watched eagerly, leaning forward with pink cheeks and an excitedly hitching breath. She wore a thin dress this evening, one that showed her figure, and the pricking of her nipples could be seen through the cloth. If she dressed like this in public, it would be scandalous, but there was nothing strange about the princess being in such a compromising state of dress before her servants. Still, her behavior was unusually shameless, and the more modest of the servants averted their eyes when they saw Luca cup one of her breasts and squeeze through the fabric of her dress, touching and watching with relish as the spit was slowly pushed through Elise’s body. Elise did not react too overtly to the impalement, at first. It took a moment for it to fully register that this pricking, pinching, slowly burning sensation was the spit being stabbed through her body like a spear, and even after this sank in, it took a few seconds more for the pain and horror to really begin to overrule Elise. She wasn’t a masochist. Her fascination with snuff was entirely sadistic, purely as the one doing it to others, not having it done to herself. She had been willing to try, and she couldn’t say that she wasn’t a little interested in what it would be like to get snuffed, personally, but once it reached this point, she gave in utterly to human, feminine fear and weakness… Elise’s eyes bugged out, her teeth gnashed, and she arched her back as the blood began to drip from her cunt and pool between her forcibly splayed legs. Tears glistened on her ashen cheeks, and her goodly, freckled breasts heaved and shuddered with strangling sobs, and she moaned in pain, weakly at first, then louder, and the other servants had to pause and bind her wrists and ankles when she started to thrash in fear and resistance to this impalement. The pained expression on Elise’s face elicited no pity from the princess, and the pleading note in Elise’s voice did not move Luca to mercy. The blonde was too aroused to care about her favorite servant’s obvious agony, too absorbed in her own pleasure to consider calling it off for Elise’s sake. And she watched breathlessly as Elise was spitted, watching and listening with a morbid, manifold fascination as Elise’s endurance finally failed and her fear took over and made her scream. “AUGH!” the maid wailed, shrieking and sobbing. “NOOOO! AHHHHH…! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!” She looked imploringly at the princess, but Luca was unfazed. She pleaded with the other servants, but they had no sympathy—most of them had frequently gone through similar treatment at Elise’s hands, and while many of the maids had grown to enjoy it, they still remembered the fear and terror of their first times being snuffed, and they could not ever forget how pitilessly Elise had killed each of them for the princess’s amusement. As far as they were concerned, it was only fair for Elise to experience it herself, and the brunette’s shrieking and weeping did nothing to soften their hearts. Luca’s fascination overrode everything else, and she might as well have been deaf as Elise’s screams and desperate pleas rang in the air. This would be the first time they had snuffed a person via spitting and roasting, and Luca was especially intrigued by this. She watched Elise writhe and twist the features of her cutely freckled face like a picture of the damned burning in hell, and she licked her lips and stroked her breast through her dress, savoring every second of her lady-in-waiting’s impalement. And Elise kept on screaming even as the end of the spit was emerging from her mouth, though going hoarse and getting muffled, and her face was florid and unflatteringly yet erotically scrunched from how she wailed and wailed and wailed. But finally, the spit was all the way through, and next the servant with the knife came up and set its point into Elise’s skin, between her heaving breasts and just below the sternum. Elise’s screams were dying down by this point, trailing off into feeble, shuddering sobs as she shamefacedly, long-sufferingly wept. Her tummy was slit open, and more blood spilled over her front, and she groaned wretchedly over the spit as servants began to tug on her guts and pull them out. The unclean visceral organs were extracted and deposited into the bucket, wet and steaming and pungent, and Elise wore a look of miserable humiliation as she was made as naked as humanly possible, sliced open and exposed to the raptly watching eyes of her lady. And when they were finished gutting her, they sewed her belly back up with twine, then grabbed her by her wrists and ankles to hold her in place as the largest and strongest of the servants took out a great, solid cleaver. Luca drew closer, touching herself still more openly, watching yet more rapturously as Elise’s arms and legs were stretched out. The maid looked at the princess with imploring eyes, but Luca simply smiled and stared in anticipation as the servant raised the cleaver. Luca thrilled when the blade fell, hewing Elise’s right arm, and a fresh gasp of pain came from the brunette, new tears springing from her eyes. Luca’s one hand furrowed her bust obscenely through her dress, and the other hand roamed longingly to the hem of her skirt, fingers twitching as if ready to grasp the dress and hike it up. She shivered when the cleaver fell a second time, and she bit her lip and pinched one of her nipples, the nub poking through the fabric, as Elise’s other arm was removed. And she leaned forward to look her lady-in-waiting in the eye, panting breathlessly, as the servant made ready to lop off Elise’s legs next. Luca cupped one of Elise’s breasts, leaving her skirt alone to dig her fingers into the naked flesh of Elise’s bosom, and she felt up the brunette, feeling the heartbeat bounding in Elise’s chest when the cleaver fell and hacked through the thigh of her right leg. Up close and personal, Luca saw the pain in the maid’s eyes, and she felt how Elise’s heart skipped and bounded in response to the fear and pain of this dismemberment. She fondled her own breast more fiercely, more unabashedly, her own heart racing with a simple, lusty excitement, and she smiled at Elise, who whimpered and begged the princess with pained and piteous eyes. Elise’s body jolted when the cleaver fell for the fourth and final time, and Luca’s body seized up in ecstasy, seeing the look of pain on Elise’s face and fleetingly imagining herself in the lady-in-waiting’s place. Luca shivered, and with a lurch and a hiss she came, pushed to orgasm by this thought. She saw stars, and she let out a low, inappropriately sensual moan, petting and pawing Elise’s breast while the woman helplessly, hopelessly wept. Luca licked her lips, faint and tingling in the afterglow of her orgasm, and she leaned away from Elise, dreamily sighing. “Roast the meat,” she told her servants, perhaps indifferent and perhaps oblivious to Elise’s wretched look of dismay. “I can’t wait to taste her?” And Luca looked at Elise with such an expression that it caused the woman to cry out anew, despite her weakness and fatigue beginning afresh to wail and uselessly struggle as the servants picked her up and moved her over to the waiting cookfire. Desperately, despairingly, Elise wailed, and she was propped up over the flames and set to begin roasting. Her skin glowed from the firelight, and her breasts dangled over the flames, beginning to drip with beads of glittering sweat. Elise continued to cry, to weep, to squeak and whimper and groan in abject misery as she was roasted alive, and Luca continued to watch, no longer touching herself but still obviously very aroused by the scene of her favorite and most trusted lady-in-waiting being cooked like a piece of meat, spitted, gutted, and dismembered like a worn-out sow that had only one use left. The fragrance was perversely appetizing, perfectly delectable, and Luca moaned as she breathed it in. “How does it feel?” she asked Elise after several minutes of staring and savoring the view as her lady-in-waiting slowly cooked, whispering into the woman’s ear. “Does it… is it good? Is it arousing?” Elise, who was by now growing a darkly appetizing golden brown, her eyes glassy and streaked with tears, her voice hoarse and nearly mute, looked at the princess with a dismal incomprehension. Physically tortured and mentally enfeebled, broken and weary and shaken, she stared at Luca with a face that could not be read, all her prior expressions of fear and agony having faded away as with the weakening of her muscles, the brunette not having the strength to even frown by this point. Smoke enshrouded her body, and a fragrant steam arose from her naked flesh, and juices dripped from her skin as she rotated over the fire with a painstaking slowness. But Luca looked the more unreal of the two of them, and she seemed not to be seeing Elise on the spit despite how intently she stared at the woman’s form. The princess licked her lips again, and she barely seemed to be listening for Elise’s response. Well, of course. In her current state, even if the spit weren’t protruding from her mouth and inhibiting any attempts she might have made at speech, Elise didn’t have enough life left in her muscles to move her jaw to shape the words in reply to this question. It was difficult enough to keep breathing. She wasn’t done roasting, but she was at the brink of death. And Luca didn’t wait for the answer. She touched herself absentmindedly, cupping the breast she had neglected thus far, and with a dreamy smile she cast her eyes over Elise’s increasingly appetizing looking body. Her mouth visibly watered. “I can’t wait to eat you, Elise,” Luca breathed. “You look delicious?” Elise whimpered with the last of her strength, and the light finally faded from her dark, troubled eyes. Luca thrilled, seeing the maid die, and she came a little bit more. Yes, this really was… … … … … … The flavor of Elise’s meat lingered long on Princess Luca’s taste buds. Even after her lady-in-waiting had been stripped down to the bones, carved up and eaten piecemeal by her, the servants, and her other ladies-in-waiting, the inedible remains set aside as a heap of greasy, bloody scraps for the priest to work on tomorrow, Luca could still taste her. Even when the princess laid herself down to bed and closed her eyes to go to sleep, she could still detect the traces of the heavenly flavor of Elise’s roasted flesh, and she could still smell the exquisitely appetizing fragrance of that delicious naked body, and she could still see her lady-in-waiting gutted, dismembered, spitted, and laid out as a hunk of savory meat, the centerpiece of an obscene, macabre feast. Luca’s dreams were filled with warped and disjointed visions of Elise being prepared, her mind sorting through the memories in strange and exciting ways. She dreamed of herself in Elise’s place—yes, of herself being impaled on a spit, slit open like a barren old sow, hacked up and set to roast like a worthless piece of meat. She dreamed of pain, heavenly pain, remembering a possibly imagined hint of pleasure on Elise’s face as she was cooked alive, remembering the heat of the fire that she had felt just standing next to it and losing herself in fantastic, blissful nightmares of degradation and dismemberment, of being snuffed and cannibalized like any old worthless cow. This fascination had been growing within her for years, and all her experimentations hitherto had been but a prelude. Luca was not a sadist, per se, but she was curious, and she was fascinated by many strange and morbid things. She was filled with dark and twisted desires that she projected onto her servants and her ladies-in-waiting, acting out her snuff fantasies with them all as the victims. But that wasn’t enough for her anymore. Her desires were too extreme to be fully satisfied just by watching, just by doing it to others. She was at the brink of doing everything she shouldn’t, everything she most dearly wanted. She was still slightly afraid, obviously… but she was also deeply fascinated. She wanted to know what it was like. And more than anyone else, she trusted Elise to describe it honestly, and to serve as an accurate gauge of what she herself could enjoy. All she had to do was ask. … … … … … “H-How did it feel…?” “Yes. How good was it? Did you like it?” Elise stared at the princess, red-faced and bewildered as the priestess backed out of the room with a bow, the holy woman stopping her ears so as not to overhear anything she oughtn’t while she left the two maidens to talk. When the door closed behind her, Elise abashedly averted her eyes from Luca and started, in a distracted daze, to pull on the clothes that had been laid out for her. A small part of Elise resented the look on Princess Luca’s face, and she burned at the memory of being cooked and snuffed. Her body tingled with conflicting sensations, a majority of her revolting at the thought of what had been done to her, but a persistent minority muttering that maybe it hadn’t been so bad. Still, even if a small part of her, now that she was past the pain and whole again, could look back on the remembered events with something like appreciation, she was undeniably cross with Luca. She had indulged the princess’s fascinations this far because of her own admitted shared interests, but now that she had been made the victim, she felt much more critical of Luca’s inconsiderateness, and rather more displeased with how shamelessly lascivious the blonde had acted. Maybe she didn’t have a right to get indignant about what had been done to her, considering what she had helped the princess do to so many other servants, but that didn’t stop her from being resentful of how she, personally, had been abused, humiliated, and snuffed. Petulantly, in her familiarity with the princess feeling bolder than most of the other servants and ladies-in-waiting, she thought of getting payback. Against her better judgment, recognizing on some level that if this went badly she might be done in for good, Elise forced herself to smile, acting shyer and more bashful and playing up a hint of guiltily savored recollection as she proceeded to answer—lying through her teeth, with only just a kernel of secret truth mixed in. “I… liked it,” Elise said, twiddling her fingers. “It hurt, of course... You could hear me screaming. But by the end, I have to admit… it was pure bliss.” Her voice cracked as she said the last bit, wobbling with a not wholly feigned emotion, and her face colored with a flaming blush the spark of which was sincere. But Elise stretched what was true to the point of utter falsehood, and Luca swallowed it all hook, line, and sinker. The princess nodded excitedly; her eyes were bright, and her smile was wide, and her breath was bated. “It was good?” Luca said, seeking confirmation. “You enjoyed it? Would you… ngh, would you recommend it to someone else?” Elise bit her lip, and she avoided the princess’s eyes for a moment. She made this look like shyness. “I think I would. If someone… happened to ask me if they should go through with it themselves, I would insist on it. I believe they would enjoy it just as much as I did.” This was technically true, but the way the princess understood it was based on a falsehood—on a half-truth at the most generous. Elise meant that she believed they would not enjoy it, or barely enjoy it at all, while the princess assumed it to mean that they would enjoy it splendidly by the end. And Luca gulped, licking her lips and feeling herself grow hot from hope. “Would you recommend it… even to me?” “Yes,” said Elise, forcing herself to meet the princess’s eyes. “I think you deserve to experience it for yourself, Princess.” Another true statement, and she held Luca’s eyes as she said it, betraying no hint of ulterior motives. The princess nodded, and in her eyes was resolution. “It’s decided, then. Tonight, Elise… I want to do it for myself.” “Meaning…?” Elise was cautious, not wanting to overplay her hand. She waited for the princess to say it. She could now see how eagerly Luca had been dreaming of this, and she wondered for how long her charge had fantasized about being snuffed. “Just so I don’t misunderstand, what do you want to do, Princess?” Luca gulped. “I want you and the servants to… cook me. I want to be spitted and gutted and dismembered and roasted. I want to be reduced to a helpless piece of meat just like you were, and eaten up exactly the same.” Elise shivered. Her desire for payback intersected with her natural sadism, and both were enriched by a slightly more than purely platonic appreciation for the princess’s beauty. She envisioned the princess in the same position she had been the night before and grew warm. “And you’d want us to revive you afterward, right?” said Elise leadingly. “But what if you get cold feet?” “I won’t,” the princess said passionately. “I’ve been… I want this.” “But it might be more than you’re prepared for,” Elise said faux-fairly. “You’re the princess, sweet and soft and pampered. Are you certain you won’t be overcome by the pain once it’s underway? It is excruciating at first. You remember how I was shrieking and begging last night, don’t you?” She added the last remark with just a touch of passive aggressive bile, but Luca seemed not to register it. “Yes, I remember…” Luca murmured. “But I won’t. I want to go through with this.” Elise nodded slowly. “Okay, then. You’re absolutely sure you want us to do that to you?” “Yes,” said Luca. “I want it. Don’t let anything stop you from doing it! I don’t want this to be interrupted. I’ve dreamed about it for so long… I want to do it. I want to do it more than anything else! Cook me, Elise. Snuff me.” Elise licked her lips. Yes, there was much more in what she felt now than just the hope for payback. A thrill racked her body, and she nodded, savoring the anticipatory mental image that took shape behind her eyes. “Very well. Your wish is my command, Princess…” Elise smiled to herself while Luca got lost in expectant daydreams. The princess would get exactly what she wanted. … … … … … Luca’s heart raced as she lay naked on the table that evening, as usual secreted away with several servants so as to indulge in her morbid interests. But tonight, there was one very big difference, and the princess had sworn each attending maid and servant to a deeper level of secrecy than ever, before pulling off her dress and climbing onto the table. While Elise explained to them that it was the princess whom they were going to spit tonight, Luca lay eagerly in place, stroking herself and fondling herself in a lusty preparation. Her eyes were steamy, and her bare, pillowy breasts were heaving with sultry breaths, and she bucked wide, regal hips on the table as she slid her fingers to and fro over a tingling, moistening slot. The servants were initially taken aback, and their stares of incredulity only further stoked the princess’s shameful arousal, and she nodded in affirmation of everything Elise had said. “I want you all to cook me and eat me,” she moaned breathlessly. “For tonight, I am not the princess… I am just a tasty piece of meat?” She shuddered saying this, and a premature spurt moistened her fingers and pooled upon the table. Her breathing hitched, and her eyes squeezed momentarily shut in her ecstasy. By all the gods, but this was every bit as exciting as she had imagined. She wanted them to look at her more hungrily, more lustfully, more contemptuously. She wanted to feel the weight of their forbidden desires prickling upon her skin, to let them burst over and do to her all the cruel and twisted things she craved. “See?” said Elise. “This is what the princess wants. Are you going to deny her wishes?” The other servants shuffled their feet and shared looks among themselves. They still had mixed feelings, but if the princess really wanted this, then they had no choice but to do it. And, really… she WAS the architect of so many of their own most ingenious nocturnal sufferings, was she not? Maybe Elise had been the one to carry out the nightly deeds of torture and snuff, but the princess was the one who gave the orders and devised the methods. If last night had been their payback on Elise, then could not tonight…? …Well, in the princess’s case, she very clearly wanted it. Perhaps it would not be revenge, as such. No, with the way she was acting right now, many of them could believe that she would love it the whole way through. Well, whether she did or not, orders were orders, and they weren’t about to go against the princess’s wishes. While Luca waited in a tingling euphoria, the servants grabbed the spit, knives, and buckets, and Elise watched with an unreadable expression as Luca spread her legs wide for the cold steel point, obscenely inviting the merciless rod that was lined up with the unfolding petals of her delicately gilded lily. Glistening pink folds shivered at the icy touch of the steel, and the princess’s back formed an arch and trembled with a perfect lewdness as her tender, sensitive pussy was first slowly, carefully inserted with the spit. The point tickled her folds, and the princess seized up at the feel of it, flush in the knowledge of everything that was about to happen to her, and she gasped and shuddered as a fresh, full gout of her nectar squirted shamefully out over the spit. Luca’s face was red, and her chest was heaving, and she was blatantly euphoric, coming almost the instant the spit was first pushed into her slot. And she shamelessly basked in it as the steel rose further into her pussy, thrilling at the chill and the distension. With a rush, she felt the pinch of it bursting through her maidenhead, and she clenched her teeth through the pain, feeling pleased with herself for how well she endured that. Perversely innocent as she was, Luca thought it was impressive for her to take this little pain with such grace, and she smiled wider, naively thinking that the rest of the process should be not much more uncomfortable than this. No matter what Elise had said, Luca had a high opinion of her sternness, and she believed she was very tough for a princess. So, she was relaxed as the spit went deeper. There was a twinge of concern when it passed through her cervix, forcing it open and making her see stars and shed a few tears of pain, but she still held on and convinced herself that it couldn’t get much worse. And she was still aroused, still enjoying it, and she was getting hornier as she acclimated to the sensations of her cervix being forcibly dilated, getting used to how this felt and starting to touch herself, believing the ride would only get better from here. She was closing her eyes peacefully and groping her full, sumptuous breasts with an unreserved maiden’s relish, soaking up the pleasant discomforts and basking in her indescribable building arousal when she was suddenly, cruelly disillusioned. The spit punched through the back of Luca’s womb, the servants pushing with a sudden surge of force in anticipation of her flesh’s resistance, and Luca’s eyes snapped wide open. It took a moment for her to comprehend the sudden stab of burning pain, many orders of magnitude more extreme than the breaking of her hymen. She was in shock for a few seconds, and motionlessly, bewildered, almost embarrassed by how taken-aback she was by this pain, she stared up at the ceiling. The servants didn’t seem to notice the change in Luca’s demeanor, and they continued inserting the spit, sliding it deeper, deeper, deeper. As Luca felt the steel rise inside her like an adamant surge of bile, her guts lurching and twisting around a horrible, uncaring, alien girth, it finally occurred to her that she had underestimated how painful this would be, and for the first time, as her mouth gaped wide and her lungs swelled, preparing to ejaculate the first frantic scream of real, raw, terrifying pain, Luca doubted her decision. Elise privately smiled when she heard the princess’s howling voice split the air, and she shivered with a multi-layered enjoyment as she watched the blonde’s movements change from orgasmic self-pleasure to a panicked flailing and thrashing. Dark brown eyes lit up as the princess’s clear blue lamps widened in horror, and she listened to Luca scream and squeal and watched her claw at the table and gnash her teeth. The other servants hesitated for a moment, feeling unsure whether it was okay to continue with the princess screaming like this. Each of them imagined their heads coming off without any hope of being resurrected the next morning, and they gulped and looked to Elise. But the princess’s favorite, most trusted lady-in-waiting shook her head and gestured for them to carry on like nothing had happened, even as Luca continued to gasp and sob and squeal. Luca was still turned on, despite the pain, but her fear and doubt were growing with every additional inch of the spit that was thrust into her, and it was harder and harder for her to justify this pleasure in the face of the ever-waxing pain. Was this really okay? She had dreamed about being snuffed for years, but she hadn’t expected it to be this painful. Elise had said it only hurt at the start. How long would this last? It didn’t feel like it was getting any better, and Luca was having trouble imagining that it would be any less excruciating to get gutted, dismembered, and live-roasted. As she tipped her head back, feeling the spit inside her throat and gagging at the taste and smell of blood that filled her mouth, Luca felt the fear overmaster her enjoyment, and she almost forgot the persisting, stagnating pleasure in the face of this relentlessly increasing agony. As the spit emerged from Luca’s mouth, the tears began to spill freely from her eyes, and her ample chest heaved with pained and miserable sobs. Her voice was choked and sputtering, and her tongue recoiled in shame from the bloody sides of the spit, tasting the traces of her own gore on the rod and feeling more appalled than excited. She was still aroused on some level, but she could not focus on that arousal. The pain drowned out everything else, crushing her like a ton of bricks, and she pathetically whimpered as the servants finished shoving the spit through her tortured, nubile body. Luca was openly weeping, impaled on the spit from her cunt to her mouth, and now that the servants stepped back, they again grew hesitant and looked to Elise worriedly. The maid nodded and stepped forward, approaching the princess. She got down on her knees to look Luca in the eyes, seriously meeting the princess’s miserable, agonized face. The blonde looked obscene and disgraceful, and Elise felt a twinge of pity, even a moment’s regret and hesitation. But then Elise smiled—kindly, she smiled—and with a sympathetic expression, she held Luca’s gaze. Tenderly, she stroked one of the princess’s pink, tear-streaked cheeks. “If you want us to stop, squeal as loud as you can,” Elise said. Whispering more softly, she reiterated: “If you want mercy, Princess, squeal like a pig.” Luca’s face flushed with shame, but her eyes glimmered hopefully, and with all the enthusiasm of a mortally desperate soul, she ejaculated the loudest, most porcine squeals she could make, oinking and squeaking and yelping imploringly, squealing like a terrified sow at the butcher’s block. In the hope of mercy, she humiliated herself and betrayed her weakness, fear, and regret, and the hope and wretched pleading in her teary, puffy eyes blended exquisitely. It went down like the finest wine, and Elise shivered the slightest bit. Then, giving the princess a much too satisfied smirk, she slowly shook her head. “I thought so, Princess… But your orders were clear.” Luca stared uncomprehendingly, feeling her blood run cold. Gracefully, straightening out the skirts of her dress, Elise stood back up and faced the other servants. With a false solemnity, she added for the benefit of the other servants: “‘Don’t let anything stop you from doing this.’ That is what Princess Luca told me. Even if she gets cold feet, even if she sobs and begs us not to do this, we must not stop. Her orders are absolute. Remember: for tonight, this is not the princess. It is just a tasty piece of meat?” The other servants relaxed, taking Elise’s words to heart. After all, she was Luca’s most trusted lady-in-waiting, and if anyone knew and understood the princess’s wishes, it would be her. So they ignored Luca as she lay there in a whimpering shock, the blonde weakly quivering as they prepared to carry on. Dumbly, gripped by absolute doubt and feeling the shadow of despair, Luca stared at Elise through the whole process of her gutting and dismemberment. Her belly was slit open, her unclean visceral organs extracted, and her belly sewed back up. Her arms and legs were stretched out and chopped off, one by one, just as Elise’s had been the night before. The princess sobbed, and she cried out when the pain became too much, gasping and wailing and shrieking when the jolts of agony overpowered the dull, dreadful daze that gripped her. She was vaguely aware of them seasoning her, rubbing and patting her naked, limbless body all over. Her cheeks flushed through everything else when she felt the hands of the servants on her breasts, on her ass, on her pussy. Despite the pain and her dreadful feelings, she was still aroused on some level, and though she was afraid of how much worse this might get, in that one horny, masochistic corner of her mind at least a sliver of her sanity could take a pervert’s refuge, and she clung to the pleasure with as much of herself as it could envelop. The pain was still greater, but now that the spitting and gutting and dismembering were over, it was not QUITE as bad, and for a second or two she could even enjoy it like she had at the start. But by and large, Luca just wished they would stop. She wished they would have mercy on her. She was armless and legless and literally gutless, but the priests could mend much. It didn’t have to go any farther than this. Elise didn’t have to take this all the way. It was… okay to disregard her earlier orders… When the servants were finished seasoning Luca, and the cookfire was about ready to receive her, Elise walked back up with just a little bit of a saucy, self-satisfied swagger. “You’re such a tasty-looking piece of meat,” Elise remarked. “Really… this suits you so much more than being the princess, dear Luca. Isn’t it exciting? This is what you wanted. You love it, don’t you?” Luca whimpered. She couldn’t form words in response, and she could not move her head enough to either nod or shake. Elise’s words were answered by the assent of something perverse inside her, and Luca’s pussy moistened despite—or maybe because of—the agony she was in. Elise’s smile widened, and her eyes twinkled with an all too familiar sadism. But Luca had only ever seen that look directed at the servants, and she had never before appreciated how terrifying it was to be on the receiving end of those merrily malevolent lamps. “Yes… What do you say we make this even more exciting, Princess? You remember that one maid you had who so dearly enjoyed being beheaded? The one who would beg you to have her neck chopped with ever blunter and rustier implements until it would take half the night just swinging and sawing to finally get the whole way through? And do you remember her last night in your service, when she asked you not to revive her, but to discard her body and keep her head as a prize? You had it stuffed and preserved by the royal taxidermist, and you keep it in your room to use on lonely nights, do you not? I’ve heard the way you gasp and moan when pressing her lifeless lips to your maidenhood, and I’ve seen you straddling her mouth and riding that pretty, severed head.” Luca blushed in embarrassment, mortified to realize that Elise knew of those indulgences. She averted her eyes, wondering where Elise was going with this, even though deep down she half suspected that she already knew the point. But Elise continued, leaning closer and stroking the princess’s cheek again, looking at her with the cold, evil-minded lasciviousness she normally reserved for the other servants as they were being snuffed. “And do you remember what she said? About how it was almost disappointing to know that every time she did it, she would just come back to life? How she secretly wanted to be snuffed for good—that when she thought about being beheaded finally, permanently, and never again being resurrected, the pleasure was beyond description? And do you remember the look of gratitude and pure ecstasy on her face that night, Princess, when you agreed not to revive her? Do you remember how blissful she was, how she writhed in excitement and breathlessly touched herself, twisting and turning in a whorish anticipation of the axe? And do you remember how elated was the look on her face when that pretty little head came tumbling off her neck for the final time? I know you do. You look at that very face every night. How many times have you kissed those dirty lips, Princess? How many times have you used that hopeless snuff slut’s mouth to get yourself off after watching me kill one of the other servants? How long and hard did you use her last night, you sow, after enjoying your fill of my meat?” Elise’s lips brushed Luca’s cheek, the maid kissing the princess with a thrill of sadistic pleasure. Elise reveled in having the princess in this position before her, hardly even thinking of payback anymore as she teased and tormented her beautiful, foolish, warped and perverted charge. She purred into Luca’s skin, and playfully she licked the princess’s cheek. “Don’t you want to know what that’s like for yourself, piglet?” Elise breathed, her words tickling Luca’s ear, her lips smacking the sensitive lobe. “Mmm… yes, wouldn’t it be so exhilarating to make this final? You piece of meat. You worthless sow… Yes, yes, yes! You would love it, wouldn’t you? You want to die. You want it to be for real, for good. That’s how a slutty, scrumptious piece of meat like you thinks, and don’t even TRY to deny it. I know you inside and out. I know what turns you on, you perverted little piglet. Wouldn’t you love to go all the way? Wouldn’t you LOVE to die for good like that cute little snuff-addicted maid whose stuffed, preserved head you use like your personal sex toy?” A tiny part of Luca thrilled at Elise’s words, and it wanted to consent and submissively accept this suggestion. But the rest of her revolted at the thought, and that small salacious assent was drowned out by a panicked, porcine squealing much the same as the answer she’d earlier given when asked if she wanted it to stop. Elise giggled, listening to the princess squeal like a pig, and she looked down with a sly amusement and a sultry relish at her lady’s shameful, fearful expression. “Oho… Is that a yes I hear?” Luca squealed and shrieked until her throat was hoarse and her voice was cracking, and fresh, hot tears rushed down burning, stinging cheeks. She thrashed to the best of her ability without arms or legs, and with the long, thick, rigid spit running her through from end to end. She jostled her meaty, helpless body on the cold, hard rod, begging her lady-in-waiting with all of her strength. Elise laughed, seeing how much more delicious Luca’s expression became with this little bit of teasing. “Okay, piglet. I’ll go tell the priestess to cancel the resurrection?” Luca watched in perfect horror, swallowed up by a chasm of endless despair as Elise sauntered out of the room. She basked in dumb, crippling dread as the seconds ticked by, left to stew in her fear, in her regret, almost breaking down from the despair and accepting her fate. She wept quietly, uselessly, ignored by the other servants, and she wondered if this was what she deserved. She even wondered if this was what she really wanted after all. That very small, very warped and perverted part of her enthusiastically said yes. She was almost ready to succumb to this and welcome death, despairing of life and hoping to find some measure of solace in the uttermost debauchery of a final surrender, when just a minute after leaving the room, Elise strode back in with a look like the cat that had eaten the canary, drinking in the expression on the princess’s face and looking almost as lustful and horny as Luca had the night before. And with only a little more reservation than the Luca of the night prior, Elise adjusted a rumpled and disheveled dress, a cruel mirth dimpling flush and rosy cheeks and a heavy breath causing her bosom to rise and fall pronouncedly. Bowing her head, Elise kissed the princess on her other cheek, and with a veritable wiggle of her hips, she whispered into the blonde’s ear. “Just kidding?” Relief flooded Luca, but she also felt a smallest twinge of disappointment. But she vehemently repressed the latter and gave her maid a sullen look. Elise’s smile only widened, and she turned to the face the other servants. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s get the meat roasting. Unless we start now, it won’t be finished in time for dinner.” Luca blushed. She hated being teased and tortured and degraded like this, yet at the same time… She shivered, but the pleasure was overcome by whimpering, and she whined in fear and frustration as she was picked up and hauled over to the waiting flames. The heat was awful, and Luca was terrified when she felt the flames lap at her plump, dangling tits. Sweat welled from the princess’s pores, and the bloody stumps of her arms and legs ached as the heat began to congeal and stopper her sanguine seepage. There were enchantments on the spit and knives and cleavers to slow the flow of blood from wounds they made, but still Luca had been bleeding continuously since the first puncture by the spit, and she was by this point very weak. She was a princess, and although buxom and nicely developed, she was not terribly robust, and already her physical endurance was at its limit. This feminine, unconditioned constitution could not last forever. Sooner or later, she would die. Sooner, more likely, and she was keenly aware of that fact. Weakly she groaned, incoherently lamenting her decisions, even if a part of her—regaining something of its original potency as all other facets of her will were dulled and degraded by a fading vitality—increasingly relished this sense of helplessness, this painful and powerless position. She was totally at the mercy of her servants, and this idea excited that burgeoning morbid masochism which had brought her here to begin with. Luca gulped, and she was aware of Elise’s sultry stare. Her lady-in-waiting was looking her in the eye as she roasted on the spit, and Luca’s face warmed with inner heat to rival the fire below as the maid drew nigh, smiling that frighteningly, exhilaratingly sadistic smile of hers. “Have fun,” Elise whispered, leaning closer. “Enjoy this, my little piglet.” Luca feebly shuddered. The pain was maddening, but pleasure waxed within her as her body was roasted. Feeling Elise watch, feeling the flames gradually reduce her from a person—a princess—to nothing more than a scrumptious hunk of meat, Luca was racked by irregular but powerful pangs of arousal. The minutes passed, and she grew weaker and hotter, and her lifeforce ever further dwindled. She was growing dizzy, becoming faint, her pained, piggish squeals getting softer and lewder, more like the intimate groans of a body awakening to sexual pleasure in a strong, brusque embrace. It hurt, but it also… What dripped from Luca’s steamed and glassy eyes had more the quality of grease than of tears, and the spasmodic rasps of labored, hoarsely voiced breath was more like moaning than sobbing, but when Elise leaned in to prod one of her breasts with a fork and whisper in her ear, Luca still managed to look miserable and distraught. “So, how does it feel?” she asked, quite deliberately echoing what the princess had asked her the previous evening, and again that morning. “Do you enjoy it? Is it arousing?” Luca was torn on how to answer—the truth would include elements both of yea and nay—and the look in Elise’s eyes and the tone in her voice elicited a distress that made the flow of greasy tears redouble and the rattling, heaving, sputtering sounds of her groaning and whining rise in wretched regret. Elise’s smirk became more wicked still, and her voice was just the tiniest bit spiteful as she purred. “…Yes, piglet, I know. I know exactly how this feels.” Her eyes gleamed. “Mmm… But you make for such a lovely roast, my lady. You look so delicious.” She nibbled Luca’s ear, trailing her tongue sadistically under the lobe, causing a new, intense shudder to rack the blonde’s curvy, roasted, dying body. “I can’t wait to have a taste of your big, fat, royal tits, Princess.” And she sank the tines of the fork into Luca’s teat, breaking the skin and skewering a dark, puffy nipple. Milky, blinded eyes rolled upward, a wheezing breath rasped and rumbled, and the spit clattered in its place from the final morbid convulsion of Princess Luca’s lush, meaty body as she threw her hips in the desperate strength of a brainless, mind-shattering orgasm. With a last pitiful, perverted, porcine squeal, the princess came, and then she perished. Elise smiled and licked her lips. … … … … … “Well, Princess? How was it?” Elise was smiling at Luca, who blushed and did not meet the maid’s eyes. The princess was quiet for a minute as she started to fumblingly, embarrassedly dress herself while the priestess bowed her way out of the room and shut the door behind her. Luca could smell a lingering fragrance of meat in the room, and she saw a covered platter resting on a nearby table. She could guess what it contained, and she felt a tingling at the thought. “…It was excruciating,” Luca admitted with all the tone of a reluctant apology. “It was agonizing.” Luca sent a vaguely sheepish look in her lady-in-waiting’s direction. She would not spare such sentiments for other servants or lesser persons, but Elise was like the sister she had never had, and she was thus mildly abashed. And Elise smiled, satisfied with this response. If the princess had looked angrier, she would have of course backpedaled and apologized, but since Luca appeared sufficiently contrite, she felt comfortable in letting herself be pleased. But then, even as Elise smiled, Luca smiled too, and the princess’s expression had a hint of something worryingly sensual. “Yes…” Luca continued, blushing redder as her lips turned skyward, sighing and brushing a hand over her breast where she remembered the last exquisite pain of the fork stabbing through. Her body quivered and slightly twisted, and a throaty sound passed through her attractively parting lips. “It was so very painful. So very humiliating. So… ngh… so wonderful.” And there was a very different look in the princess’s eyes when she finally met Elise’s gaze, beaming as one impervious to common sense and reason, a worrisomely lunatic delight shining from those sapphire pools. “Uh, Princess…?” said Elise nervously, feeling an ominous premonition. “Are you…?” “Tonight,” said Luca breathlessly, “let’s do it together?” With a straining, rueful, regretful smile, Elise nodded. “…As you wish.” She knew that Princess Luca wouldn’t take no for an answer. At last, it occurred to the lady-in-waiting that she may have just created a monster.