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"Do you have your apple, sweetheart?" 　　"
Yes," Comina answered.
"Good. Can you pick a good one, big and juicy?"
"Yes, Mother. Does that mean it's my turn this time?"
"I'm afraid so, dear. After all, you're not a little girl anymore. You're a woman now, which means
you have responsibilities."
"No problem, Mother. I'm ready to die. I'm so stupid." The girl paused. "Do you think I
'll taste good after I bake it?"
Tears welled in her mother's eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, I know you'll be delicious. I've made
three gallons of special barbecue sauce for you. My teeth can't wait to taste your tender, young vulva."
The girl smiled. "Give some to Daddy too, okay, Mother?"
“Don’t worry, darling, I will. Now, let me put you on the machine. Daddy said the coal is almost
ready.”
Comina stared anxiously at the machine. “You think this will be very painful, don’t you, Mom? I remember
when we disposed of Julie on her 18th birthday. She was awake for a long time after Daddy put her on the coal
.”
Comina’s mother patted her shoulders. “Darling, I won’t lie to you. It’s painful, it has
to be. Do you understand? Pain makes your body release certain chemicals into your bloodstream. Those
chemicals will make your flesh taste better.”
“I know, Mommy. I’m so stupid. I…” Comina quickly turned her face away, her cheeks flushed
.
Her mother saw a silvery trickle of fluid flowing over Comina’s clean, trimmed little vulva.
“Ah! Don’t worry about that, it’s perfect and natural. After all, it’s the first time you’ll have a penis inside you, excitement
is normal.”
“It doesn’t look like a penis,” Comina said anxiously, staring at the huge steel spikes.
“That’s only because you’ve never seen an erect penis before, sweetheart. Believe me, after the machine does
you, you won’t be a virgin anymore.”
Tears streamed down Komina’s cheeks. “I guess I’m a little scared after all, Mom.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Do you need some time to get ready?”
“No,” Komina wiped the tears from her face and said bravely.
She forced a smile. “I’m ready. Let’s do it, Mom.”
“Good girl. Okay, do you know how to get on it?”
“Yes.”
Komina slid her legs into the thigh rest, which closed automatically. She bent her knees until her
calves and thighs were at a 90-degree angle, and she felt a second shackle lock around her ankles. The semi-
circular pistons, about four inches high, comfortably supported her slender waist. She had to bend her wrists back to the proper distance
to enter the shackles supporting them, but that didn’t bother her. Her breasts hadn't really developed yet—
they were much smaller than Julie's when she was pierced—but Comina thought, with her breasts pushed out like this
, it looked alright. Her mother took the apple from Comina's handcuffed hands: "Open your mouth wide,
darling." Comina did as her mother said, feeling a sharp pain as her mother put it in her mouth,
her supple lips enveloping the apple. Her mother carefully adjusted the piercing position, slowly
moving the steel spike upwards, and then into Comina's virgin vagina.
She shuddered as the sharp tip pierced her hymen—the sting was horrible.
"I'm going to be ruthless, Comina. This power will be very easy on you."
The machine was a Jessica 5000, essentially a vertically positioned cousin of the popular Model 3000,
but with some modifications and special functions. Comina's mother selected a slower penetration speed—
a quarter inch at a time—and continued moving the steel spike upwards. As Komina's virgin vagina stretched, she
screamed through her breasts, and finally, her vagina tore. She hoped the pain would lessen, but it didn't—
if anything, it was worse now! Her delicate virgin vagina stretched horribly to accommodate the enormous
steel spike, and she felt herself being torn apart! The spike completely filled her vagina, and now its tip reached her
—what her mother called it?—her cervix, about to enter.
"Good, that's it, sweetheart, goodbye!" Her mother pressed the kill switch. It was wet, and
a tearing sound came as the spike entered Komina's abdomen. Tears streamed down her face; the piercing
pain was immense. Her mother watched anxiously as the spike moved upward through Komina's intestines, approaching her vital
organs. But she had no reason to worry; she knew her daughter's size was perfect. The spike safely passed through
Komina's heart and lungs, then reached her throat. She felt a sharp pain as the tip of the spike entered her
mouth. The steel spike pierced her apple. She tried to hold it in, but the spike pushed it out of her mouth, and
then it was over.
“Don’t worry, dear,” Comina’s mother said, pulling the apple from the spike and setting it aside
. “We’ll roast the apple with you, and then we’ll put it back in your mouth.” Comina
blinked gratefully. Tradition was very important; like roast suckling pig, Comina had to have a
bright red apple in her mouth when she was being treated.
“Alright, Comina, now for the hard part. I know you’re already in pain, but now I
’m going to make it even more painful so it will taste better. Blink twice if you understand.”
Comina did as she was told. Her mother pressed a button, and the upper part of the spike began to rotate counter-clockwise. The sensation
was horrible and uncomfortable; Comina felt the smooth metal spinning in her chest, her throat, and her
mouth. The spike split into two sharp blades; the upper part moved slightly upwards, and the lower part descended a little,
leaving her diaphragm and reaching her abdomen.
Now, the semi-circular piston began to push forward against her waist. The steel spikes, split in two, supporting Comina's body
, lowered and stabilized, the machine coldly pressing against her waist. Her spine was cruelly bent, and...
The pain was excruciating. She whimpered softly, tears streaming down her face. She was being pulled so tightly
! She felt her spine cracking. The machine stopped precisely. Pulled and pierced
, Comina was suffering immense agony.
“That’s it, darling. Just like that for a while, your flesh is getting more delicious every moment. All
the adrenaline…”
Comina whimpered again, longing for death.
“Now I’m going to remove your internal organs, darling,” her mother said, raising
the circular saw left in the kitchen for this purpose. As Comina’s mother opened it, the blade spun swiftly. Before the blade,
Comina’s flesh parted like hot oil. The saw easily entered her abdomen,
cutting a long, vertical slit right between her delicate, young clitoris and diaphragm. Comina’s pain reached a new level.
“The more pain, the better my flesh tastes,” she told herself again and again. She was willing
to make any sacrifice for her family, but the pain was almost unbearable. More accurately, the pain was almost unbearable
; Comina had just experienced several different kinds of immense agony: piercing, stretching, cutting, through her mother
's hands, gentle but not gentle. Comina felt this immense pain far exceeded her imagination. She looked down
at her mother, her eyes filled with tears and fear. She couldn't speak, only pleading that her mother could feel
and understand her. Her silent message was simple—kill me or let the pain drive me insane. Busy removing
her internal organs, Comina's mother didn't notice her message.
"That's why I love the new Jessica machine," her mother said. "When the steel spikes separate,
it won't interfere with the handling of the internal organs, just like you. Pay attention!" Comina's mother put down
the bowl of steaming internal organs, happily gesturing, and picked up her needle. Her mother began to sew
Comina up with thick leather strips. As the strips pierced her flesh, Comina felt new pain. That was enough; her attention finally
wandered. She still felt pain, but she could no longer think. In fact, she was flesh now, and it didn't
matter anymore. Komina's father poked his head into the kitchen. "I say, she looks amazing!" he
said, and it was true. Komina's waist, which had been quite slender at first, appeared
exceptionally thin after her internal organs were removed, possessing the beautiful posture of a modern woman. "The coal is ready, dear," said the father, turning
to his wife. "Yes, dear. Let's put the spikes back together." Komina's pain
lessened slightly as the piston retracted, and the two parts of the spikes moved into her body. Without the obstruction of intestines,
the spikes passed effortlessly through her cavity, meeting at her navel. She felt the familiar pain as
the two spikes were screwed in securely. Thus, the treatment was complete; she had been pierced and emptied of her internal organs, ready to be
roasted. Her mother unlocked the shackles binding her. Comina's parents together removed her and the steel spikes from Jessica 5,000
, laying her face down on the floor. The cold tiles pressed against her budding breasts and
flat, empty stomach. Her father tied her wrists tightly behind her back, tight enough to hurt.
"More pain, better flesh,"
her mother said, tying her ankles to the steel spikes more gently. Father in front, mother behind
, they lifted their roasted meat, their tormented daughter struggling on their shoulders. As they placed Comina
on the coals outside, her mother picked up an apple from the table. Comina was glad her mother remembered it, but
she wasn't quite lucid enough to know why she was happy. Now, they went to the backyard and placed Comina's
pierced body on the hot coals. Comina was amazed by this new kind of pain; it was so different. Her
capacity to endure pain seemed almost limitless.
Her mother told her, “Place the apple between your thighs, darling, near your vagina. Just
like that! The apple won’t be grilled for long, just hold it tight until you lose consciousness, that will be enough
. Then I’ll put it aside until we enjoy you.” She began to grease
Komina’s breasts with barbecue sauce. Almost instinctively, Komina clenched her thigh muscles near the apple tightly. Her father
slowly turned the grill while her mother greased her. The steel spikes conducted heat well, and Komina was
thoroughly roasted from the inside out. She felt herself being cooked: her genitals, her childlike breasts, her
thighs, and the apple tightly clenched between them. Gradually, Komina’s pain subsided. The heat made her very
drowsy. She smelled sweat, barbecue sauce, and the aroma of roasted girl flesh. She closed her eyes and felt her
thighs relaxing. Somehow, she noticed her mother holding the apple, which gave her a little comfort.
She began to drift into darkness.
After confirming there was nothing...

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