“This room is the final stop on the Resort’s restaurant kitchen’s tour and for many of our honored guests the pinnacle of the tour, this is the kitchen’s infamous live spit roasting area.”

Natalie felt herself trembling with a delightfully arousing sensation of pure unadulterated terror as she thought about all the women who spent the final hours of their lives as nothing more than meat slowly rotating on the spit over the glowing coals of the fire.

“First envisioned in the artwork of the late twentieth century artist turned entrepreneur known today only as Dolcett, this Jessica-3000-F is the only remaining J-3000 system known to exist. The F series was the last version of the J-3000 produced and Dolcett’s final attempt to produce a reliable and fully automated spitting system before his death. Sadly, while the J-3000-F did significantly improve the live spitting survival rate, even with the best technology of the era the J-3000-F never achieved Dolcett’s dream of a completely reliable live spitting system. And while the J-3000-F series is considered the best of the Jessica-3000 product line even with all its advances only 3 out of the 4 women who mounted the J-3000-F survived long enough to actually roast alive.”

Turning to the Chef giving the tour Natalie asked, “How did the Resort come to possess the only remaining J-3000-F series system?”

“Excellent question Natalie, as it turns out this particular J-3000 has quite a colorful history. Dolcett only produced six of these improved Jessica-3000 F series systems before his death, this particular J-3000 was acquired by a business consortium operating an ‘exclusive adult entertainment’ complex near Budapest, a place best known today as the inspiration for all those early twenty-first century ‘Hostel’ style horror movies. Sadly for the consortium the business environment gradually became more hostile to their kind of ‘adult entertainment’ after Romania joined the European Union in 2007 and the consortium completely ceased operations by 2017. The Resort purchased this Jessica-3000-F series from the consortium in early 2018.”

Staring at the J-3000 Natalie felt her heartbeat quicken as she asked, “Is the J-3000 still in use here in the Resort’s kitchens?”

“Sadly, I’m sorry to say it’s no longer in use, Natalie. While it was used here in the Resort’s kitchens for a number of years after we first acquired it the Jessica-3000-F turned out to be a disappointment, so few women survived the spitting process that the J-3000 was quickly retired in favor of a newer more reliable system developed by one of our subsidiaries, the Jessica-5000.”

“Introduced in 2024 the Jessica-5000 system has revolutionized the art of live spitting with a survival rate of over 90%, over the decades since it was first introduced the J-5000 has undergone several significant upgrades resulting in this, the pride of the Resort’s kitchens, the Jessica-5000 D series live spitting system. The 5000-D enjoys an almost unprecedented 99.99% success rate with only one accidental fatality in over 12,000 successful spitting’s.”

Fixated on the deadly elegance of the Jessica-5000 Natalie asked, “What gives this J-5000 its high success rate?”

“The Jessica-5000-D uses state of the art imaging sensors and quantum level processors to create a highly detailed three dimensional internal model of the woman’s body which it constantly updates as the spit progresses through her body. This allows the J-5000 to scan the woman’s body and complete the spitting process in less than a minute.”

Turning to gesture toward the J-3000, “whereas the J-3000 more primitive ultra-sonic scanners took several minutes to produce a far less accurate internal model of the woman’s body and the actual spitting process took almost 5 minutes to complete.”

Turning back to the J-5000 he continued, “The J-5000 also did away with the external gutting blade used by the J-3000 systems. On the J-5000, the gutting process is completed internally, using microscopic surgical nanobots. These nanobots, introduced into the woman’s abdomen through micro ducts engineered into the spitting rod, essentially consume and then remove the woman’s entire digestive tract in less than a minute.”

Still fixated on the Jessica-5000 Natalie smiled, “Thank you for the tour, I guess it’s time we return to your office so I can sign that consent form you mentioned earlier.”

Less than ten minutes after the signing that consent form I found myself naked and strapped tightly to the kitchen’s Jessica-5000 live spitting system as I watched the chef walked across the room and switch on the rotisserie’s radiant heating element.

I felt a sudden inner calmness as the rotisserie’s heating elements slowly climbed toward roasting temperature. Here, in that timeless moment, I finally accepted my place in the world. It no longer matter that I was a submissive or that I was a masochist or even that I was a human being, here in this place I was just meat.

With the waiting rotisserie at roasting temperature the chef walked back over to where Natalie waited on the Jessica-5000. Pausing to re-check that the J-5000’s restraints remained securely locked he reached back and pressed his fingertips into the engorged folds of the woman’s sex. The woman’s sharp gasp of obvious pleasure and the resulting wetness on his fingertips confirming her sexually aroused state. He’d often wondered why they even bothered to check their victim’s sexual state. He’d spitted well over a thousand women and was yet to encounter one who wasn’t sexually ready for the spit.

Lost in her sexually erotic thoughts of her roasted body being served at the restaurant’s midnight buffet Natalie’s eyes opened wide in horror as she watched the chef’s hand reaching for the J-5000’s activation switch.

Seconds later Natalie felt a faint vibration that she instinctively knew had to be the spit starting to move. Closing her eyes she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she felt the cool metal sliding between the folds of her sex as the tip of the spit slowly entered the tightness of her sex. The sensation of cool metal slowly filling her vagina sent a shiver of pure carnal delight coursing through her tightly bound body.

The chef smiled darkly as Natalie’s head suddenly came up, her eyes opening wide as a high-pitched scream of unadulterated agony escaped her lips as the relentlessly advancing spit ruptured her cervix and moved upward into her guts. As expected, Natalie screamed uncontrollably for another 40 seconds before she suddenly went silent with a look of absolute horror in her lovely eyes, as the tip of the spit moved past her larynx as it slid smoothly upward through her throat.

Natalie stared in horrified disbelief as she watched the smooth saliva coated shaft of the spit sliding into view, the agonizing pain she was experiencing far exceeding her darkest most masochistic nightmare.

The chef watching in amusement as Natalie’s eyes suddenly opened wide in terror as the already unpleasant cramping sensation in her belly suddenly exploded into an overwhelming burning sensation. He still found it amazing, even listening to the faint cries of anguish escaping from Natalie’s spit stuffed throat, just how many of his victims forgot about the gutting phase of the spitting process. He knew, even as he went to get the lift, that hundreds of thousands of microscopic nanobots were swarming inside Natalie’s abdomen ingesting her digestive tract, that in less than one agonizing minute her lower abdomen would be emptied of everything from her stomach to her rectum.

Natalie slowly rotated on the spit, her body slowly cooking in the heat of the rotisserie.

She no longer needed to wonder about that empty table she’d seen near the wall behind the Jessica-5000. She’d watched helplessly as the chef locked the ends of her spit into the lift and transferred her to that table, he’d carefully positioned her arms and legs before pressing the switch concealed at the base of the spit. Natalie had read about smart metal but until that moment hadn’t realized that the spit was made of it. Even spitted and gutted the chef heard Natalie’s sudden faint scream as the shaft of the spit extruded a row of razor-sharp spikes that pinned her body tightly to the spit.

Natalie felt herself slowly rotating on the spit, the searing heat making all the other indignities she’d endured pale in comparison. Still, even with the overpowering smell of pineapple vinaigrette barbeque sauce Natalie desperately hoped the chef would return and re-baste her before her nipples burned.

18 Days Later...

The regeneration technician monitoring one of their guests regeneration smiled as the regeneration chamber entered its final sequence. This had been one of the most extensive regenerations he’d witnessed since joining the Resort staff over 15 years earlier.

The guest, Natalie had undergone a live spit roasting in one of the Resort’s restaurant kitchens, and having survived the live spitting process she’d last almost 2 hours on the rotisserie before she finally expired. Then, after she died, the chef removed Natalie’s badly singed head and sent it to the Resort’s regeneration facility, where it’s taken 18 days to fully regenerate Natalie’s missing body.

Natalie stood on the beach, mere steps from her hotel’s beachfront pool, admiring the sunset with a glass of bar’s excellent tasting Sangria in her hand. Living out her fantasy of being spit roasted alive had far exceeded even her Resort jaded masochistic desires, the realization that even after being spitted and gutted she’s lasted almost 2 obscenely agonizing hours slowly cooking on that rotisserie still sending a delightful chill of unexpected terror coursing through her.

Taking another sip of her Sangria Natalie considered all the nights at the Resort where she’d ended up spending some serious time in one of the Resort’s regeneration tanks. Not that she’d had anything to complain about, this last session once again restored her body to a chronological age of 24 but this time enhanced with a firmer ass, a trimmer waist and with bigger firmer boobs then she’d originally had 60 years ago.

Still, membership in the Resort’s vacation club was all about having fun and she’d seen the notice on the hotel’s information system about a noose challenge being held in the hotel’s nightclub later tonight, a short drop gallows with an oversized phallic shaped dildo in your ass, the first women to survive 5 minutes without dropping the dildo wins a 5000 euro prize otherwise you get to hang until you’re dead.

Taking another sip of her Sangria Natalie smiled, she really didn’t care if she won the contest, all she really wanted to do was to dance...