The Burning of Anita
The dream keeps appearing.
It is always the same. And the end is always the same. I am always a helpless bystander, unable to intervene, only watch as
events unfold. I try to fight my feelings in my
dream, but I am unable to do. Each time, I
become more aroused as the dream
progresses. I enjoy every second, savour
every moment, as this event unfolds. As I drop off, I am back in time, to the
1960s, driving through the countryside with
Anita. She is wearing a blue minidress
with a white patterned bodice, and black
patent leather high heeled shoes, so popular
at the time. Her hair is beautiful: backcombed
with a fringe at the front, and as it drops at
the sides to reach onto her shoulders, it flicks outwards and upwards as was the fashion at the time. All held in place
with hairspray. She looks so sweet and
sexy beside me as we drive along. After some time the car begins to play up, and it is fortunate we see
a house in its own large grounds up ahead.
It appears not far short of a stately home. I decide to pull in there and see what help can be given. Coming up the drive, we were greeted by several men, who appeared to be most helpful, but also seemed to take more than a passing interest in 18 year-old Anita. They said they would arrange for a local mechanic to examine the car, but in the meantime we should relax and enjoy the hospitality bestowed on us. They mentioned that they were about to have a barbeque at the rear of the house. “Of course you are both welcome to our barbeque. Anita can be guest-of-honour on the barbeque”, said one of them. “Don’t you mean AT the barbeque?”, I said in all innocence. “No, I meant exactly what I said”, came the reply. “Anita will be barbequed in a few minutes, you will be an active participant in the event, and watch as she slowly roasts, before the flames reach her and burn her alive. And there will be nothing you can do about it. We are in charge here.” With that, two of the men (there were five in total) took Anita, bound her wrists behind her back and we were quickly taken to the rear of the house. Given the number of them, I was helpless to intervene in anything they chose to do. I simply had to do exactly what they said. The barbeque was in a secluded spot, with nothing overlooking it. No one could possibly see what was going to happen, apart from those there.
The barbeque was a huge affair. It was enclosed on
three sides by a small brick wall about six feet
high. The grill was fastened to the two side walls, and was about four feet from the ground. There was plenty of
clearance for a lot of fuel to be placed beneath the
grill, and there was already a decent amount placed
there. What was unusual was that there was a
pole in the rear of the grill, running from
the ground to way above the top of the brick
wall. The pole, or in this
case Anita’s stake, was well secured into the ground,
and Anita started sobbing when she realised that
they were indeed going to carry out their threat to roast and burn her alive on a barbeque. Three of the men took her to the barbeque, and she was helpless
as they hoisted her up onto the grill and set about
chaining her to the stake. One stood directly
in front of her, holding her firmly to the
stake. She was securely bound with
chains under her breasts, which immediately
emphasised how full and curvaceous her young
breasts were, and around her waist, her thighs,
her calves, her ankles, and a final one around her
neck so that her head did not slump forward.
The man standing in front of Anita then began to cruelly
tease her. First of all, taking a box of
matches from his pocket, he struck a match and
held it in front of her face. Trembling
with fear, Anita watched as he slowly moved
the single flame to her hair falling gently on
the left side of her face. He held the flame
there long enough for her hair to smoulder, but not
catch fire. He then repeated this action with another match to the other side of her face. Anita
took in the pungent smell of her hair singeing.
After that, he took his time fondling her full
young breast for a time, before slowly running
his hand up her thighs inside her dress.
We all knew when he had reached her fanny, as she
gave out an involuntary gasp. He then
proceeded to masturbate her fanny and stroke
her clit until she finally cried out with abandon
as her orgasm flowed over her. “The next thing
stroking you down there will be tongues of flames”
he leered, as he pulled away from her. With that done, the barbequing of Anita could commence. It seemed apparent that they had done this before, as
they set about the burning of my girlfriend Anita in
a very orderly fashion. However I was
handed a torch and told that I would be the
first to light Anita’s fire beneath her.
For a few seconds, I was shocked, and stood
motionless, then realising I had to comply, I
stepped forward and thrust the burning piece of wood into the wood beneath her. Far from regret, I felt a
rush of excitement knowing that I had lit a fire
beneath an attractive young girl. Nothing was
rushed, as the others also lit the wood
beneath Anita.
As the first plumes of smoke from the burning wood drifted up
around Anita’s body, she began to sob quietly again. But there would be
no rush of flames through the grill to take
her yet. They let the fire build up, and then placed a fair amount of charcoal on the top of the wood, the effect of which was to reduce the flames, but gradually intensify the heat being generated. They did this
several times, building the fire outwards in a
circular fashion, as well as slowly building
it up in height. Through all of this, they ignored Anita’s pleadings not to be burned, and her frequent gasps and exhortations that the heat was intolerable. The height of
the wood was about six inches from the grill
when the first flames reached up level with it. By this time Anita
was in a frenzy. She had been roasting
for the last quarter of an hour, and not a flame
had touched her yet. They kept the flames at that level for a few minutes more, before one of them
decided that it was time for her to start burning. “Let’s introduce
this sexy young witch to the flames”, one of
them announced, and with that he added more wood
on top of the already burning wood. For a few seconds nothing happened as the fresh wood took its time to ignite. But then flames rose through the
grill, hungry for fresh fuel to feed on.
Watching all of this, I was
actually willing the flames to set fire to her
shoes and start burning her. At last the small flames found Anita’s shoes. Her shoes were so hot
that as the flames began to lick them, they caught
fire instantly. Through a shimmering heat haze
I could see the pointed toes of Anita’s shoes
being slowly engulfed in flames, as the black
high heels also succumbed to the fire. I
could only watch, fascinated, but deeply
aroused as flames and smoke swirled vividly
over her shoes. Anita screamed in total
pain as flames began to set her alight, and in seconds
the erotic scenario of Anita burning alive at the
stake had begun. She was lit, and now standing in a fire that craved more and more of her sweet young 18
year-old body with every second. The flames
licked over her slim ankles and began
spiralling up her shapely legs. At this
point more wood was placed in the fire at the
front and around the sides, so that the whole
of the barbeque under the grill was filled with
wood. The effect was to increase the fire considerably,
but the brick walls on three sides prevented
the flames from fanning outwards, rather they
helped to concentrate the flames in the area of the
grill alone. Smoke continued to drift up all around Anita, not obtrusively, but sufficient to add
to the atmosphere of the occasion. “She is
burning beautifully”, commented one of the
men. Mentally, I fully agreed with
him. Here was my girlfriend chained helplessly
to a stake and being slowly burned alive, and
I was enjoying every moment, not wanting it to ever
end.
As the flames drew closer, the hem
of her minidress began to smoulder, then, with
smoke drifting around and up inside the hem,
the first flames touched the soft material of
her dress. The effect was instant: her
clothing was alight! Flames could be seen licking all around the hem, and then slowly burning upwards,
caressing her smooth thighs as they did so.
Seeing the hem of her minidress catching fire
and then flames and smoke billowing up it was
such a turn-on, I had to admit. The fire
was quickly seen to be up to her hips as her
dress burned steadily (its flame-retardant qualities
really coming to the fore). Everyone watched
in fascination as her crotch and the cheeks of her
arse (God, what a tight arse she had!) were clearly
seen to be consumed by flames as she writhed in
desperation against her burning stake. Flames were indeed now licking her fanny and stroking her clit, to
the delight of all watching. The flames continued to rise slowly, burning her dress
away in the process, and soon we were to see the
bodice of her dress in the flames. For several
seconds her beautiful white bra was exposed, but just
as quickly that too caught alight. The
wonderful curves of her breasts were to be
seen jutting out superbly as her bra burned
away and the flames settled on taking her
roasting hot breasts. Anita’s eyes were closed
and her lips open as she gasped over and over again
in agony. With her head back, her hair fell slightly lower onto her shoulders, and it was at this
point that Anita’s hair began to singe. It
singed almost gently at first, but then tiny
flames touched her hair, and the lavish amount
of hairspray she had used on it now served
only to help her hair to catch fire at
once. As flames rose over her breasts, onto her shoulders and licked around her sweet young face,
so her hair sizzled and burst into flames.
Anita was now completely engulfed in flames. She had been burned alive at the stake in the most unusual and erotic fashion. “Now that you’ve witnessed this event, and been a willing participant in it, I’m sure you will take part in future events. Oh yes, we have all the photographic evidence to show you participated alongside us, was the first to light the fire beneath the girl, even”. I was trapped! The only course to take was to go along with what he said, and look forward to the next barbeque, when someone else’s young girlfriend would be ‘guest-of-honour’. Yes, I was warming to the idea already…