“Now you roast day away, pig: soon torture like no other! I come back to baste and tenderize soon. You turn and turn and cook and cook and burn alive slow, hogtie piss-pig. Soon you wish for quick death! You beg Aiko to cut throat if you could, but she no do it!”
Silence falls then, and by the time I’ve been turned all the way back around to where I can see the huge room Mistress Aiko has left it.
And so I hang alone in Empress Kimiko’s bedroom. I’m tightly hogtied with the spit digging into the backs of my knees, the crack of my ass, my entire spine and even the back of my head. Both ends painfully stuffed with produce I’m rotating slowly about, suspended helplessly over low but constant flames. As my orientation changes the weights drag at my painfully stretched n*****s, and each time
