Weekend in the Country

I arrived at Gail’s small farm at about 4:30 Saturday afternoon to discuss going to dinner at the new place in town. She thought it was a good idea but that we should wait until the crowds cleared out some. I thought that was a good idea. She said “while we are waiting she would like to show me her new toy out in the barn.” I said “okay” and we went out to the barn. When we got there she showed me a platform hanging from a winch in the rafters. Below the platform was a large plywood circle with six round holes in it. I asked her what it was for and she said it was for Russian roulette. I asked her to explain what she meant and she told me that a man lies face down on the platform with his prick and balls sticking through the hole and she then puts a pot of boiling cooking oil in one of the holes in the plywood circle. She then walked over to the wall and flipped a switch and the circle began to turn. She let it turn for a while and flipped off the switch and flipped another switch and the platform began to lower. She explained that if there was an empty hole directly under the platform then he wins. If the boiling oil is there well then we have Rocky mountain oysters and deep fried tube steak. When the platform reached the bottom, the rope on the winch keep unrolling to the end and start rolling the other way and lifting the platform back up. Gail told me that the length of the rope determined how long the platform stayed on the bottom or the cooking time if you lost. She then asked “would you like to try the game?” She told me that if I win she would buy dinner and if I loose we would dine in. I said “no thanks.”

On the way to the restaurant I said “I will if you will.” “What do you mean?” she said “I don’t have a prick to put in the hole.” “I know but you have a tit.” I said “It wouldn’t take much to modify the platform to except either one. Besides you would have two chances and I would only have one.” She was silent for a while and then she said “Okay but you have to go first.” “Okay” I said “I will modify the platform in the morning and then we will decide when we will do it.”

We set down for dinner and while reading the menu we saw they had Rocky mountain oysters as a special so I ask the waiter if we could order a special dish. He said we could order any thing we wished so I ask for two Rocky mountain oysters a large frankfurter and a large turkey breast on the side. Gail looked at me and smiled and said she would have the same. When the dinner came I picked up my wine glass and said let’s toast to future meals either real or perceived.

The next morning it did not take long to cut a large square in the platform and make inserts to fit either breast or prick and balls. The project was done by noon and Gail brought up the difference in cooking time between my prick and balls and her large breast. She figured mine would cook in about four minutes but it would take about six or seven to cook a breast the size of hers. We measured the rope out to let the platform stay on the bottom for me and put a hook there. We then figured how much more rope it would take for her and put another hook. Gail started to protest about the longer time for her when I pointed out that we intended to win the game not loose. I said “we could try it today if you would like.” Gail started to make an excuse but then stopped and said “why not I will go get the deep fryer to heat the oil.” When she returned with the deep fryer we filled it to the top with cooking oil and put it in the hole that had a plug in and plugged it in. We figured it would take about an hour to bring that much oil to a boil so we had time to play a bit. We both removed all our clothing and lay down in the straw and enjoyed each others body. I paid special attention to the breast she was going to gamble and enjoyed it immensely maybe for the last time.

Finally the oil was boiling so I went to the platform and inserted my prick and balls through the hole and let Gail strap me down. She then went to the switches on the wall and asked “are you ready.” I said “let’s do it” so she turned and faced the wall so she could not see the cylinder and flipped the first switch. I could hear it turning but had no idea where the boiling oil was. I was not watching Gail but I heard the cylinder stop and felt the platform start to lower. I was getting panicky having no idea what was below me. I started to wonder how close would I be when I first started feeling heat from the pot and when would the pain become unbearable and what could I do about it? Then I hit bottom and stopped, I don’t believe I ever felt so relived in my life. Now it was Gail’s turn. She looked like she was about to back out then put her chin forward and laid down on the platform and I strapped her down. I went to the switches and faced the wall and said “Ready?” I heard a faint “Yes” and started the cylinder. I waited a short time and stopped the cylinder and flipped the switch to lower the platform. I heard a faint squeal from Gail when she started down. I didn’t turn around yet not knowing if I wanted to know her fate. Wondering if I would stop it if I seen the boiling pot under her. I turned around just in time to see her tit going into an empty hole. When the platform went back up I released her straps. She was shaking like a leaf. Gail said “this thing has to go before we get tempted to try this again.” I agreed and picked her up and carried her to the house and we made passionate love for a long time.

I went over to her place the next weekend and Gail told me she had been talking to her friend Janet and that she had said we need to take precautions next time in case one of us looses. I was surprised at that and said “I thought we were going to get rid of the thing?” She said “not just yet but we need to be prepared. I have a bander in the barn and we should put a tight band on the parts that might be cooked so we could cut them off if they are.” She told me her friend Janet was a surgeon and we should call her if one of us lost. At that point I knew she had sealed our fate down a road of no return.

We begin making Russian roulette a weekly game. I had to modify her insert to fit a banded breast by making a smaller hole and cutting it in half so it would go around the band and snap together. Knowing it was only a matter of time before one of us lost. It happened a few weeks later. I had won my round and flipped the switch to lower Gail. I was facing toward the wall when I heard her scream. I turned around and seen her tit hanging about ten inches above the boiling oil. I knew I couldn’t reverse the platform so I reached for the switch to rotate the cylinder. I stopped. This has been our fantasy so I turned around to watch. Gail was screaming hysterically, fighting against her bounds and franticly kicking her legs. I stood there paralyzed as I watched her tit sink into the boiling oil. Gail kept screaming and thrashing for about four minutes and then went silent. I didn’t know if she had died from the shock of her breast cooking or if she had just passed out. A while later the platform raised back up. I went over to her and released her straps and turned her over. Gail was still breathing and had a strong pulse so I knew she was alive. Her right breast was dark brown and grotesquely disfigured from the burns on her once live flesh. She seamed to be in and out of consciousness and in a lot of pain. I picked her up and ran to the house with her. I put her on her bed and called Janet. When she answered the phone I blurted out “Gail lost the game and is burned badly.” Janet said “I will be there in twenty minuets and hung up.” I had never met Janet so I didn’t know what to expect when she got here. I envisioned a stern looking woman yelling at me and probably calling the police. When Janet arrived she just come in without knocking and ask where Gail was. I was temporally stunned by this extremely beautiful middle aged lady carrying a medical bag. Then I said in the bedroom and followed her in. She looked at Gail and said “bring hot water. Clean towels, and a platter from the kitchen.” I moved as fast as I could to get what she wanted and brought them to her. She said “I can handle it from here you might as well set down and relax.” I realized about that time that I was still naked and started to cover myself. Janet smiled a little and said “don’t worry about it I never wears clothes either if I don’t have to.”

Janet came out of the bedroom about an hour later and said “Gail is doing fine. I removed the cooked breast and cleaned out all the dead tissue around the area of the breast and applied a dressing. She will need a skin graph later but for now she is ok. I will be staying in the spare room for a day or two to make sure.” “I put the cooked breast in the kitchen. We will take care of it after I get comfortable.” Janet came out of her room a short time later completely nude. She had a body that men only dream of seeing. Without hesitation she said “let’s take care of that tit.” I followed her into the kitchen where she had put it on the counter. It was on the platter with the nipple up and cut side down it still looked shriveled and grotesque. Janet told me that was from the outer skins reaction to the boiling oil; she took a very sharp thin bladed knife and cut around the nipple and then straight down to the platter. She then begins skinning the breast. When she was done it looked like sirloin tip roast with a nipple. It then had a smooth surface that was a medium brown. Janet examined it and said “you guys have the cooking time figured right for the size of Gail’s breasts.” She then put it in a large baggie and put it in the freezer.

We where sitting having drinks later that evening when Janet said “It’s not over you know, you told Gail she had two chances to your one and I think she will want to take that other chance.” “I only meant that as a reference to the number of tit’s she had” I said.

She said “no difference she will want to keep the game going.” I then said “how about you? Would you like to join the game?” She thought about that for a while and finely said “I think it would be very sexually stimulating and that she would probably have an orgasm as soon as the platform started down. But no besides I’m the surgeon and who would take care of me if I lost?” I said “Gail is a RN. So how much would you have to show her for her to be able to take care of you?” Janet said nothing for a while and then she said “I will have to talk to her about that.” I knew at that point she was considering it quite seriously. “It wouldn’t take long to make an insert to fit your tit” I said. “Well” she said “we could make it that doesn’t mean we have to use it. What do we have to do?” “First we band the tit you want to gamble then I cut out an insert that fits tightly around the tit just above the band.” We had another drink and made small talk and after a while she “okay we will do the right one.” I went to the barn and got the bander and put a band on that beautiful breast I had been dreaming of touching. Janet noticed I was having trouble getting the measurement right and she commented that my erection was probably getting in the way. I finely got what I needed and went out and cut out the insert. I told her “we will hang it with the other two with her name on it and you can use it when she decided to.” Some how I got over the burning desire to rape Janet and went to bed.

As soon as I got up I went into Gail’s room to see how she was doing and Janet was already there. She got up and said “I will leave you two to talk.” Gail immediately said “the game has to continue.” She told me Janet wants to be part of it but the game is so intense for a woman that someone will half to satisfy her sexually after each time. Do you think you will be able to satisfy both of us on demand? I don’t know I said but I think I would like to try. Gail said Janet has instructed her on how to clean the area around the cooked tit if she looses and I will have no problem with that. OK I said “when do we want to do this”? “Now” she said “Janet has thought about it all night and is so Horney she can’t stand it any more.” I asked “do you feel up to standing over Janet and working on her so soon if she looses today?” “I can do it” she said. “Go tell Janet to come back in.” When she came in I asked Gail “what do you think the cooking time should be for Janet’s smaller breast?” She looked at them and said “I think about six minuets should do it.” I said “okay I will go start the oil heating and you two get things set up in here.” “You guys talk like you are just going to go ahead and cook one of my tits.” I smiled and said it could happen best to be ready.

On the way out to the barn I was thinking I really didn’t want to continue this but I desperately wanted to fuck Janet so I would. I got the oil going and installed the hook for the right cooking time and laid every thing we needed out. The oil had just started to boil when Janet helped Gail in and set her down to watch. As usual I went first and my luck held once more. Now it was Janet’s turn. She was just standing there looking at the platform and the boiling oil unable to move. I walked over to her and put my arm around her and gently nudged her toward the platform. She took a few uncertain steps and then walked over. I put a band on her breast and she laid down and put it through the hole I strapped her down and went over to the switches. Janet looked like she was going to panic very soon so I flipped the switch and she screamed once. I turned to face the wall so I could not see where the hot oil stopped. A short time later I flipped the switch off and the other one on and heard another short scream. I turned to watch her and seen her eyes were shut real tight and her hips were rolling back and forth under the strap. I could see she was safe this time but she didn’t know that. When the platform hit bottom her whole body stiffened like she was having an orgasm. When the platform came back up I released straps her and rolled her limp body over. She smiled at me and said “I have never come so intensely in her life.” We helped Gail back into the house and enjoyed a day of very intense sex.

The next weekend when I come over Gail said “I am ready to play again.” Now all three of us was riding the platform on Saturday and then again on Sunday. I no longer had to go first. The girls drew straws to see which one of them got to. Janet was not very lucky and on Saturday of the third weekend her luck ran out. I had flipped the down switch and turned around to see the boiling oil right under her. I could see she was leading up to her usual orgasm when she was about sixteen inched from the pot her head came up and her eyes flew wide open. I knew she was starting to feel the heat. As her tit got closer and the heat more intense she threw her head back and stiffened her body closed her eyes tight and started an Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm getting louder as her tit got closer. She didn’t acutely scream until her nipple touched the oil and then she went wild. The pitch of her screams increased as her tit sank in the boiling oil. As she kicked, screamed and tried desperately to get at the tit that was cooking I looked at Gail and seen her rubbing the area her right tit use to be. I said “what should we do?” and she said “we have to just watch and take care of her when she comes back up that is the rules of the game.” I felt sorry for Janet because she did not pass out like Gail did and had to be awake to feel the pain of her breast cooking the whole six minutes. As the platform started back up I said to Gail “give her a shot of 30 mg of Marcaine to put her to sleep before we release her straps so she did not damage her cooked tit or herself.” Gail gave her the shot and Janet just slump down and quietly went out. I released the straps and carried her to the house and put her on her bed. Gail took Janet’s bag and a platter in and shut the door. About an hour and a half later she came out with Janet’s breast on the platter and we went into the kitchen and I showed her how Janet had prepared her tit. The skin on Janet’s tit was disfigured as bad as Gail’s was but when we got it skinned it came out okay so we put it in a baggie and put it in the freezer.

We went into Janet’s room the next morning to see how she was doing and found her awake and starring out of the window. Gail asked “how are you feeling?” and began changing the dressing. Janet didn’t say anything for a while and then she said “you know I think it was worth it. The orgasms I had while riding that platform down can never be duplicated anywhere.” Gail asked her “dose that means you are going to quit the game?” “I think so” she said “but I haven’t decided yet. I would miss the orgasms but I don’t know if I can go through that much pain if I lost again.” Gail finished changing the dressing and asked “Do you want something for the pain and to sleep?” Janet said “no I am alright for now I just want to lie there and think for awhile.” Gail and I took that as our cue and left her alone for a while. She asked me “do you want to play the game today” “No we should wait for Janet to get better as she is our surgeon.” Gail agreed with that so we just relaxed the rest of the day.

When I arrived the following Saturday Janet was up and doing well. She said “I am going to continue playing and I am sure I can lay on the platform today”. The game went well on Saturday but on Sunday my luck ran out. I had just started down when I noticed the air under me was getting warm. My heart skipped a beat and my prick got rock hard. I knew my time had come and wondered how bad it would be. I was determined not to scream and was doing ok I thought. The pain was very severe in the head of the prick and I thought it was in the oil. I found out it wasn’t a couple seconds later when it touched. I let out a short Mmmmph at that but didn’t scream. The complete head was in the oil when I started. The decent seemed agonizingly slow as my prick slid into the boiling oil. I seamed to be able to feel the pain increase as the oil consumed previously unburned flesh. Then my balls touched the oil and I went wild, kicking and thrashing under the straps that would not give. I hit bottom and knew everything was in there. I had expected the pain to subside once my prick and balls was partially cooked but it just keep getting worse at I lay there. After what seamed like hours later the platform started up. When it reached the top Gail and Janet unstrapped me and helped me to the house. Janet gave me a shot of Marcaine and I went out.

When I awoke Gail and Janet was sitting with me. Janet Said “I have rerouted your urethra tube to come out straight down between your legs so you will not have any trouble peeing when you sit down.” They both said they would miss my prick satisfying them after there ride on the platform but they were sure I would become quite good with my tongue. That told me they were going to keep playing among themselves.

It has been three weeks now since I lost my prick and I am now the official switch operator and it is my job to finish satisfying them after each game. I miss being able to have a climax but I really enjoy satisfying them. I don’t know who will loose next but it will happen. I think if it is Janet Gail will keep her left tit and quit. But if Gail looses next Janet will keep riding that platform and enjoying her orgasms until her left tit is gone and she has nothing left to gamble. No one has any desire to taste any of the cooked body parts we had frozen so we will have a back yard burial for them.