Dolcett Jessica 3000

Dolcett Jessica 3000

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Natalie

“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...

Story: #33 - Dolcett Game Reserve

by KaosAngel

This site has graphic violence, sex, and death. Absolutely not for anyone under
the age of twenty one!

Story: #33
Copyright ©2005
Written: July 16 2005
A story By: KaosAngel
Proofed by: piasa_troll
Please send any comments about this story to ( purekaosangel@yahoo.com )
The girls in line had volunteered for the game and knew that many of them would not survive, many of them would be rotating over the coals before the day was out Jessica and her best friend Stacey were in the line of girls who had volunteered but they didn’t want to be there both having just turned 18 they were no longer exempt from the weekly and monthly lotteries they knew the time they had left was numbered.
Unless of course they won today’s game any of the girls left alive by the end of the day would be exempt from all lotteries for the rest of her life, but winning this game is not an easy task in the past very few girls ever returned from the game and those that did were sworn to secrecy about what they experienced any game survivor who was found out to be braking that rule would lose her exempt status and be picked in the next lotto.
The line of girls waiting to get in to Dolcett’s Game Reserve moved on Jessica and Stacey could see a little further down the line they saw two men in white standing at the front of the line inspecting each girl, each girl was made to strip down to nothing and place there clothes and other items in a bin their name was placed on it, when their inspection was done one of the men took a knife and made a shallow cut in the girl’s right breast and then sent her inside.
After a several more girls made their way inside it was now Jessica and Stacey’s turn as they found themselves each standing in front of one of the men in white while they poked and prodded them bending them over and forcing two fingers inside their pussy’s then three, after completing several more tests the men wrote everything down on a clipboard and picked up their knives, Jessica and Stacey closed her eye’s quickly expecting pain.
After a few seconds Jessica heard the mans voice “Inside to the left” looking down at her chest Jessica saw her left breast was bleeding slightly where the man in white had made the cut, looking over to Stacey she saw they would not be going to the same place Stacey’s right breast was marked with the man in white’s cut, Jessica and Stacey were allowed 1 minute to kiss and say goodbye’s then they were lead into opposite rooms where they found more men in white waiting for them.
One of the men pointed Jessica to a seat and handed her a wet white cloth, Jessica saw many other girls were sitting all holding their wet clothes over their left breasts where the cuts were made, and Jessica did the same. After a few minutes of waiting 5 more girls came in and took the 5 last empty seats filling the room for the day any girls left waiting in line would either be sent to the right side room or told to go home and try again next year.
When the last girl was sent in the door’s were shut and locked, locking 20 girls inside, then a man in white walked up to the front of the room and called for attention, every girl in the room looked on waiting to hear what they were to do.
“You are here because you volunteered for the Dolcett Game Reserve’s annual exemption game” the man in white said as he looked over the girls seated in front of him, “You are in the hunters room, You were chosen for this room because your meat grade is slightly higher or greater then the meat of your prey” he continued to say.
“Yes I said prey you cant be hunters without something to hunt now can you?” he asked not expecting a response then laughed, “Well at the moment 40 girls like you are going though the process of readying them for the hunt, the chips in their cunt tags are being altered to link two of them to each one of you, meaning that each one of you will have to hunt down and kill two of them in order for you to survive the game and claim your exemption status” he said and then walked over to a funny looking bumper car.
Looking in to the bumper car they would see two sharp spikes about 8 or 9 inches long, “You will each be sent out in the reserve in one of these, this is a modified version of the Jessica 3000 we named the Jessica MachOne, when you are seated into the machine one spike will be set in your cunt the other in your ass” he said looking at the girls staring into the Jessica MachOne on display, “Any question’s?” he asked.
Jessica was just as curious as the other but the others being afraid to ask the man in white what was all on their minds, Jessica raised her hand, “Whats your question?” the man in white said looking to Jessica, “I was just wondering what happens to us if we dont kill both of our prey?” she said with fear in her voice as she lowered her hand, “Very good question for the answer let me show you on this monitor” all eyes moved to the monitor as the man flipped it on, “This is a video of a losing hunter last year” he said as they watched.
On the screen the girls could see a very pretty young girl in a machine much like the one they were just looking at they heard a count down and then saw the without a warning saw the young girl scream and a spike came out of her pretty lips, the man in white paused the video on that scene with the young girl fully spitted on the Jessica MachOne.
“You will each be given 20 minutes to hunt down and kill both of your prey if you fail to find and kill both of them in that time, you will end up like her and be roasted by the town at our annual after game roast
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