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Meredith's Last Interview

Chapter 5 Spited

Meredith's Last Interview 
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill) 

Chapter 05 "Spited." 

Merle cupped Meredith's chin in his hand. "Yes Meredith, you're right. You've 
been set up big time." 

Meredith still wasn't convinced. "But you can't, I'm the star of this show?!" 
she groaned and shook from the shock as the spit pushed past her cervix. 

"Not anymore. In fact all you are now is the main course for your station's 
company picnic .. tonight." 

Meredith could feel the tears running down her face. She felt betrayed. 
The spit pushed deeper into her bowels. Meredith tried to breath deeply 
but was stopped short by a jabbing pain in her left nipple. 

"Ow! What the? ... Is this a joke?" she demanded. 

Merle was pushing a syringe into Meredith's left tit. "No Meredith, you're 
going to roast but first we fill your tits with cooking oil. It helps them 
to roast better." 

She could feel the cool oil entering her flesh. "Ahh God! I can't believe 
this. You're really going to roast me?!" 

Merle wondered why some women just couldn't get the fact through their 
heads. He ignored Meredith's question and inserted a second syringe into 
her right tit and was rewarded with another yelp and groan. 

"Okay Meredith. I can make a deal with you. Right now you can probably feel 
the spit breaking through into your stomach. I can gag you so you can scream 
away .. or I can give you a pain killer so you can finish your report. That 
is until the spit passes over your voicebox." 

Meredith's head swarm in all the confusion. She just simply couldn't believe 
she was going to roast. 

"Drugs ... I'll take the drugs. I want to keep on as long as I can." 

Merle injected some pain killer into Meredith's rump. He then tested her tits 
for size and weight. 

"These are just about filled. They're nice and firm. Should carve like a 
perfect roast." 

Meredith willed herself to stay calm. The drugs quickly washed over her body 
and she felt ... fine. In fact she didn't mind at all if she was being spited. 
The spit pushed further into her body. 

"Merle," said Meredith. "I'm sure my audience would be interested ... aaahhh .. 
how do you tell ... aaaahhh ... if a woman has good breasts for roasting." 

Merle watched as the spit entered in another inch. "Well, we've had a lot of 
practice but I look for shape and size. Nothing too small or too big. If it's 
too big the meat is not as good. Yours are a good size and they have nice firm 
nipples ... easy to fill." 

Meredith felt the spit pushing her guts out of the way. "Aahhh .. I can feel 
the spit getting deeper. The next step is to gut me ... aaahhhh ... I find my 
feelings very strange. I've accepted what is happening but I feel excited and 
scared. I've fantasized about this but it's quite different being here." 

Meredith felt Merle jabbing a second syringe into her rump. She guessed it was 
more cooking oil. 

"Merle. Just out of interest. Has you prepared anyone you know on the .. aahhh 
... Jessica 3000." 

Merle grinned. "Sure have. It's named after my wife. She was the first one to 
try out this model. Plus I've done my daughter. Also a few friends' wives, 
daughters, even mothers." 

The spit pushed through into Meredith's stomach. Soon it would be making it's 
way up her oesophagus. She then felt something mildly hot in her ass. 

"I feel something warm pumping in my rectum." 

"Relax Meredith. It's just the next step. This tube in your ass pumps in hot 
water as the blade slices you open. The water helps push the guts out then it 
cleans the body cavity up to your heart and lungs. We keep them so you can 
roast alive for a while. Then with a flick of a switch the Jessica 3000 will 
stitch you up and we pump you full gourmet stuffing through the same tube." 

Merle did a quick check on the spit's length. "Okay Meredith. It's time to 
gut you. Ready?!" 

"Oh shit!" 

A compartment in the box beneath Meredith opened up and a large razor blade 
came out. It jerked upwards into Meredith's lower chest and proceeded to cut 
her in a straight line right down to her lower torso. Meredith felt the pain 
of the knife but thankfully to the drugs it wasn't as bad as she thought it 
would be. 

"Now you get a real idea of how the Jessica 3000 works Meredith. By the time 
your guts slide into the disposal chute the spit should be just about through 
you." said Merle. 

Despite the pain Meredith found she could easy speak. "Oh God ... I'm sorry. 
Aaaaggghhhh .... It's just really sinking in that I'm not getting back up 
Aahhhh ... FUCK! .. from here. I'm now nothing more than meat and I'm going 
to be eaten." 

Jimmy took in close-ups of Meredith's face as the knife retracted back into the 
Jessica 3000. Merle checked the spit's length. Meredith could feel her guts 
being dumped out. Merle quickly cut the ends to remove them. Meredith felt the 
spit pushing onto her trachea. It would be exiting out of her mouth in a few 
more seconds. 

Somehow Merle seemed to recognise this. "It's time Meredith. Any last words?" 

Tears rolling down her face Meredith spoke for the final time. 

"Yes. I want to thank all of my loyal viewers. This is Meredith Vierra saying 
goodnight ... and goodbye. Oh God Jimmy. Get a close up. I can feel the spit 
coming! ......... aahhhhgggguurrgg!" 

"Don't worry Meredith, I won't miss this." said Jimmy. 

The end of the spit exited through Meredith's mouth. Blood and vomit was 
pushed out with it. Meredith closed her jaws around the spit but couldn't get 
a single word out. She hoped like hell Jimmy had film. The spit continued to 
drive out through her mouth pushing down on her tongue. 

"Hey Meredith. This footage will get you an emmy for sure. You should see the 
way your cunt is contracting around the spit." said Jimmy. 

"You're just about there Meredith." said Merle. "Ten more inches then we tie 
off your feet and it's off to the barbecue pit. Look at it this way. Now you 
really know what one of our selections feels and thinks." 

Merle waited for a response. Meredith was strangely silent. 

"I'll tell you Meredith. Your cunt steak is a beauty. Your manager gets a real 
bonus for programming this show." said Merle. 

Meredith blinked. She didn't realise her manager Jerry was going to be eating 
her cunt. She couldn't blame him really. She'd done the same thing. The spit 
finished pushing through and beeped to signal it had finished. Merle unclipped 
it from the machine and signalled for two of the cooks. He took a skewer and 
push it through Meredith's calves to secure her legs. Each cook took one end 
of the pole and lifted Meredith into the air. Meredith watched as she floated 
towards the barbecue pits. She felt a slap on her ass. 

"Okay Meredith. Time to get your pretty ass on to cook. Jimmy, you might want 
to get a close-up of her face when we put her over the fire." said Merle. 

Jimmy looked at Merle. "You mean she's still alive Mr Hill?" 

"Oh sure. Hell, Meredith is the kind of girl that will last twenty minutes 
over the coals. Okay guys, put her on pit number eight." 

Meredith rolled her eyes to her left and saw pit eight. The coals were bright 
red and she swore she could feel the heat from six metres away. She could 
smell the cheerleader that went before her. She honestly wondered if she 
could last twenty minutes like Merle suggested. 

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