4 part story 02: The Hesitants part 2 by Leo

The last two parts WILL be released. Part 3 is just taking a little time as RL has kept me very busy this year.

On the other hand, your comments are good motivation to write!

Leo

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The Hesitants, Part 2 by Leo

Linsey found herself in rather an unusual state for her, wearing clothes. She was sitting in a little coffee shop, fully dressed, and listening to another woman tell her all about her current problem. Clothes were an unfortunate necessity when venturing into Miami, something she did as seldom as possible. She certainly didn’t like wasting the time to hear a tale of woe.

The reason she was acting as a sounding board was that the woman doing all of the talking was nice juicy clueless Carla, quite possibly the woman she and her two friends were going to have as their inaugural home captured meal. The chances were getting better by the moment, since Carla kept going on and on about her problem. Linsey simply nodded occasionally to show She Cared while envisioning Carla’s lush naked body on a cooking spit or on a serving platter, ready to carve. Carla, Linsey decided, was going to make a series of wonderful meals. She certainly had the meat for it.

As Carla wound down, Linsey decided it was time to take control of the conversation. If she didn’t, this whole annoying experience might just last for another hour or two. “Let me get this straight,” she said. “You took in this girl… Karina?”

“Karina,” came Carla’s wonderfully short answer. “It was after a nude photo session we did together. She didn’t have anywhere to stay in Miami and now I can’t get rid of her. She won’t stop talking and she’s dumb as a post. She’s not into BDSM. I was hoping I could bring her over to you guys and you’d give her the same treatment you gave me. That would make her leave town.”

That, considering the fact that Carla wasn’t the brightest bulb in the hall, was quite a statement. This Karina was apparently dumb enough to make a hamster feel superior. “What does she look like?”

Carla fiddled with her smart phone for a moment. (Now THAT was a contrast - Carla and a smart phone.) Finally, after a questions, answers, and coaching, she managed to access the Internet and found a few pictures. “Here she is.”

Linsey took the phone and examined the pictures. Hm. Short, very curvy, with really big jugs. Karina’s flesh was soft, rounded, with no fatty distortions. Not as meaty a pussy as Carla, but still a great Prime Filet. In other words, Grade A meat. Even the big breasts had an attraction. Oh, they weren’t good meat, but there was a recipe that Linsey had been dying to try where you cored the breasts then stuffed them with chipped girl meat before baking. Judging from what Linsey was seeing, one of Karina’s breasts would make a great luncheon dish. For everyone.

Linsey thought for a moment, then evolved a plan. After all, it wasn’t every day this much nice meat on the hoof dropped into your lap and they just might get up the nerve to cook this one. “Tell her you need a partner for another girl-girl shoot and bring her out tomorrow. Tell her we’ll pay well and she doesn’t have to split with her agency,” Linsey said. “We’ll take it from there.”

“Just posing, not Lesbian?” Carla asked. “I don’t mind eating her out but she’s the worst pussy eater I’ve ever met. I don’t like her in me, either. Her fingernails are too sharp.”

Linsey shook her head. “No pussy eating.” We’ll take care of that. Possibly with olive oil and oregano.

Lisa, in shorts, halter top, and camera, was the designated photographer. Pretty good, too. She was fascinated with photography and learned a great deal about it, on both sides of the camera. Right now, she was nearly professional level. She hated having to get dressed as much as Linsey - or Sara, for that matter - but her present duty had compensations. For one thing, Carla and her less than good friend Karina had plenty of great meat on them. Easy call since both women were totally nude and happy to assume any non-Lesbian pose Lisa requested.

Lisa had both women pose in a variety of standing, sitting and lying positions, all of which allowed her to study and record succulent flesh and select the most juicy cuts. One of her favorite poses was when she had the two lie on their bellies on the grass, tender round bodies pressed so closely together you could see the flesh plump up. She shot them from several angles, but the shot from the rear really showed two nicely rounded upstanding asses that would be fun to fuck and even more fun to have on a cooking spit. The mouthwatering display made Lisa wish for salt, pepper, and a barbecue fork.

“Okay,” Lisa said finally, “we’ll do a few interior shots. There are some chairs and sofas in the house that would be perfect. Karina, go on inside. I want to take a few more outdoor pictures with Carla.”

That request produced a steady flow of words from Karina that seemed to start in mid thought and continue without a break forever.

Karina: “WellifI’mgoinginsideIlookbestfromtherightandlyingonmybackwhydon’twetry…”

(Note: There was plenty more like this throughout the story, but the reader gets the idea. Karina’s verbal floods will henceforth be taken as both spoken and read to spare everyone the pain of a repeat. They aren’t worth the trouble anyhow.)

Carla and Lisa watched as Karina headed for the house, enwrapped in a cloud of words that nobody with a functioning brain could sort out without years of study and effort. As soon as the door closed, bringing blessed silence to the house lawn, Lisa started counting out loud. “Ten.. Nine.. Eight… Seven…” Countdown continued. Muffled shriek from house. “Okay, it’s safe to go inside.

“How did you stand it?” Lisa muttered, then took Carla by the arm. “Okay, lunch, we have some new toys to try out. Let’s go.”

Carla was thrilled. The game had started.

Once inside, Carla took note of the racket coming from the back, primarily muffled squeals and screams. She knew exactly what that was, since it was one of the first features of her last visit. Karina was getting her ass cleaned out. “I gave myself a deep enema before coming over,” Carla told Lisa with a smile. “I wanted to be ready.”

Lisa, eyeing nude Carla while she herself undressed, asked, “Deep enough?”

Carla nodded with a brilliant smile. “I used a garden hose.”

“Works for me,” Lisa said, putting her clothing in a nearby basket.

Carla enjoyed watching Lisa strip nude. She was more of a catcher than a pitcher, but she thought that nice smooth round ass might even make her try a little butt fucking. Have to have her arms free if she was going to do any serious fucking, though, and that might not be possible.

Carla got a tingly thrill throughout her naked body as Lisa took some zip ties from a nearby table. The thrill only increased as Lisa quickly bound her arms behind her back, then proceeded to put one around her thighs as a hobble. The last step was Carla’s favorite, binding her breasts together. Her big breasts stood out, capped by her erect nipples, and she loved it. It was just so totally sexy!

Lisa stood back and reviewed her handiwork. “You really do have a wonderfully delicious looking body. Your meat is great.”

Carla couldn’t figure out the second comment, so she ignored it to enjoy the first compliment. Anyhow, the game was now underway.

Lisa proved that by grabbing Carla’s arm and mincing her over behind an overstuffed chair, then pushing her so she bent over the back, pussy and ass in the air. That meant one thing to Carla and the agile tongue and fingers on her cunt proved she was right. As the first orgasm hit, she clenched her pussy lips around the penetrating frisky tongue and tried her best to match the racket still coming from the back.

Finally, Lisa sat back on her heels, hands still gripping Carla’s bare hips, and studied the succulent prime filet in front of her. Licking her lips to get the last of Carla’s girl juice, she said, “Yep. Delicious. I’d love to have this one on a plate. Not too much seasoning and just a touch of butter would be about right, I think.”

Carla was too sated to figure out the sentence.

Lisa looked over as her two girlfriends frog-minced an exhausted looking Karina out into the main room, bound arms, thighs and breasts, but gagged. Definitely gagged. As every woman in the house except Karina knew, gagging was vitally necessary to preserve sanity.

Lisa smiled as she saw the drops of girl juice on Sara and Linsey’s lips. “Throw her over the chair next to this one,” she said. “I’d like a little taste myself.”

Sara nodded with a smile. “OK. We’ve got to set up the grill, anyhow.”

Carla, ignoring the moans and such that were coming from Karina, heard the sounds of someone rolling something heavy into the room. She couldn’t see what it was, of course, bent over the chair back as she was. She finally went back to hoping Lisa would work over her pussy a little more. That tongue felt wonderful on her clit.

Once both bound women were pulled upright, they saw a heavy rectangular barbecue grill in the room. Carla decided that didn’t bode well. Or maybe it did, thinking back to her time on a spit during her last visit.

“You’re tallest, Carla,” Linsey said. “We’ll set it up for you and set up something for Karina to stand on.”

Carla was brought over to stand, belly against the barbecue, then Sara adjusted the barbecue legs until her breasts were resting full length on the grill part. Next Sara cut the zip tie off Carla’s breasts to allow them to flop free, then took a heavy strap and strapped her waist to the barbecue. Finally, she zip tied Carla’s ankles together. “There,” she said. “Now you can wriggle but not move away. Your breasts will stay on the grill where they belong.”

Linsey brought Karina over and measured her against the height of the grill, then brought a box for her to stand on. Karina was strapped in place, given the same restraining treatment, her loose breasts also lying full length on the grill bars. “Perfect,” Linsey said. “Okay, girls. Time for the vibrators.”

Carla felt someone grabbing a handful of her plump soft buttock cheek and pulling it to one side, then the oily length of a vibrator pushing its way up her ass. She squeaked. Judging from the sounds, the same thing was happening to Karina.

Sara walked around the other side of the barbecue holding a pot of something with a brush in it. She lifted one of Carla’s breasts by its nipple, then spread oil all over the breast, top and bottom. Once she finished one breast, she did the other. “Want these things to toast evenly,” she remarked.

Even with the discomfort (and stimulation) of the long thick vibrator up her ass, Carla found herself getting excited again as she watched Sara do the same thing to Karina’s nice jugs. It looked for all the world like she and Karina were about to have their breasts grilled. Another new sensation.

Sara stepped back and watched as Lisa turned the barbecue on low and turned on the vibrators. They wanted their two squirming captives to feel their breasts toasting, but not painfully. Personally, she loved it whenever she had her own huge chest globes grilled. These two might enjoy it, too. As she watched the two bound women squirm and listened to Karina’s muffled pleas, she had to admit watching someone else getting their puppies mildly barbecued was almost as much fun. When Carla had her first orgasm, it got to be even more fun.

Sara was the designated chef for this little exercise, and she enjoyed it immensely. Periodically, she’d brush some spiced oil on each breast, lifting it with barbecue tongs to let her oil the bottom of each boob properly and test to see how the meat was toasting. From time to time, she’d sprinkle on a little salt and pepper, too.

Standing with a good view, Linsey and Lisa enjoyed the sight two nicely figured naked women, legs rubbing together and full buttocks squirming and shifting. “They’re about ready,” Lisa remarked to Linsey. “Want to get your fingers wet?”

Both Linsey and Lisa got behind the girls on the grill, pushed their hands between soft thigh meat to grasp hidden pussies, and start playing. Moans and gasps from Carla and Karina got louder, especially whenever Sara applied her tongs and oily brush.

Sara vanished for a moment, the reappeared with a small bottle, which she poured on the heated electric coil of the barbecue. A wonderful aroma filled the room. “Girl juice and spiced oil,” Sara explained. “You were pretty juicy and I saved some from the last time you had your pussy grilled, Linsey.”

Carla loved the smell, the vibe in her ass, the feeling of someone playing with her pussy, and the whole process of toasting her breasts. She started squealing loudly as she felt another series of heavy orgasms roll over her.

Hand tucked under Karina’s full smooth buttocks and fingers busy on the squirming, squealing woman’s clit, Linsey had a thought. “Hey, guys, that reminds me. We ought to get some nice juice for today’s spit roasting.”

The comment caught Sara as she was preparing to baste one of Carla’s tits. Holding the large breast above the grill with the tongs in her right hand, she thought for a moment, then grinned. “Okay, Linsey, I see what you’re driving at. Right now, we can’t spit ‘em both at the same time anyhow. Whose juice do you want?” Realizing she still had one of Carla’s D-cups in her tongs, she quickly covered the underside with oil and dropped it back on the grill. “Sorry, girl,” she said with a little grin. “Got distracted.”

Still actively playing with Karina’s dripping cunt, Linsey took her free hand out of Karina’s curvy bare body and pointed to the woman next to her. “Carla. She’s pretty juicy in her own right and we want to roast Karina today anyhow.”

“Okay,” Sara said. “Lisa, you get the pot ready.” She lifted each of the four grilling breasts to check. “Carla’s boobs are about done. You can have them as soon as the pot’s set up.”

Lisa pulled her hand from between Carla’s plump bare thighs with a grin. “That’s motivation. I love chewing on a freshly toasted breast.”

Sara knew that very well, since it was her toasted breasts Lisa preferred. The thought gave her another pussy tingle.

Lisa was back shortly with word that water was heating in the pot on the stove. Sara unstrapped Carla and pulled her back away from the grill, then Carla got another new thrill as both Lisa and Sara lifted a toasted breast apiece and began to nibble and chew gently, not just on the nipples, but on the whole breast. Carla thought the idea was strange, but the feeling - helped along by the vibrator still in her ass - was heavenly.

Soon enough, the breast nibbling ceased and Lisa cut the tie from around Carla’s thighs. She was minced to the kitchen, her gait caused by the long plastic vibe still buzzing away up her ass. Once in front of one of the largest stoves Carla had ever seen, she was urged up a step ladder to a big pot on the top. “Sit in the water, lunch,” Lisa said. “You have such tasty girl juice, we’re going to make a sauce to cover Karina with.”

Slightly puzzled but game, Carla turned around and Lisa helped her sit in the simmering water. She found herself covered up to her waist and up to mid thigh by hotter than normal water. Her upper body was erect, but her lower legs overhung the side of the glass pot. The vibrator (waterproof) was still in place. “Feel free to kick and squeal as much as you want,” Lisa said with a knowing smile. “It’ll help you juice and we want plenty of it.”

Carla felt like she was cooking on the stove and the idea started her engine really running. Lisa took a long soft brush and every so often stroked her clit, bringing a squeal, a mild orgasm, and squirting little shots pussy juice into the water. The aroma got heavenly.

Meanwhile, Sara and Linsey had given Karina the same breast treatment and she found herself tied to a column in the main room, standing with her back - and especially her butt - presented nicely. Sara and Linsey knew exactly what to do with a nicely presented butt. They had their plug-ons in place and the long thick shafts oiled. Sara went first, grabbing Karina’s soft jugs and sinking her shaft in between Karina’s big smooth buttocks, bringing loud but muffled squeals around Karina’s gag. Once she started pumping, the squeals turned to orgasmic screams.

After both woman had popped off several times, Linsey took Sara’s place so she could go replace Lisa at the stove. Karina found herself treated to three energetic standing butt fucks and returned the favor with great hip action.

Carla didn’t care what was happening somewhere else. The hot water and brush had all of her attention.

Lisa took a large cooking spoon, dipped some of the simmering water from the pot, and declared the sauce nice and flavorful. They pulled Carla from the pot and took her over to the hot tub to relax while the sauce simmered down to a thicker consistency. Shortly, a very thoroughly butt fucked Karina joined Carla in the hot tub. There wasn’t much if any conversation, since Karina’s gag was still in place and her arms were still zip tied behind her.

Once the girl juice sauce was ready, Karina was transferred from the hot tub, dried, then put up on a platter on the kitchen island. Carla watched the whole thing with interest, still relaxing in the warm water. She was pretty sure her participation in the day’s game wasn’t over.

By now, Karina (as irritating ass a cactus in a seat cushion and barely smarter than a radish, but able to add two and two if her hands were free or she could see her toes) was pretty sure what was happening. She was aided in her reasoning because she was secretly addicted to girl-eating web sites. She began squealing loudly behind her gag. There might have been a few pleas for mercy, too, but they were muffled by the gag. Everybody enjoyed it, anyhow.

Some of those noises might have been for show, too. Karina was even more secretly developing a real fetish for being the girl on the spit in those pictures she loved.

Lisa and Sara grabbed a leg apiece and pulled them outward, while Linsey pushed the bottom half of a two part spit up - w-a-a-a-a-y up - Karina’s delicious plump pussy and deep into her body. Front half in place, legs zip tied to the spit, and spit electrostimulator on, Karina had something else to think about besides being on a spit. Once Sara pushed the bulbous part of the combined meat thermometer/vibrator up Karina’s ass and turned it on, Karina lost all interest in what was going on around her. She never could concentrate on more than one thing at a time.

“Carla,” Linsey called, “get out of the tub and dry off. Then lie face down on that lounger so you can see what’s going on. I want your ass when we get her on to cook.”

Carla was all for that. Once ass-up on the lounger, she watched avidly as Karina plus spit was placed on the rotisserie over already hot coils. Once Karina started turning, Sara started basting her with sauce and the whole area began to fill with a wonderful aroma that made Carla’s mouth water. Interestingly enough, Lisa had her camera out and was taking pictures of Karina on the spit and Sara doing the basting.

Without looking over her shoulder, she knew Linsey was getting ready to fuck her ass. Of course, feeling one of her buttocks being pulled out of the way and a long oily plastic prick sliding up her ass pretty much gave her a hint of what was happening.

Carla was totally enthralled. Linsey had her big sensitive breasts in hand and was pounding her rear end hard, making a slapping sound each time her hips hit Carla’s plump buttocks. Next to Carla, Lisa was on her belly on another lounger while Sara pounded her ass. Watching Karina squirm and convulse on the spit, obviously undergoing orgasm after huge orgasm, plus smelling her cook, just added to the entire fuck, not to mention the moans and squeals that filled the area.

Carla was almost in a state of total exhaustion when she felt Linsey shift on her back, probably checking the roast.

“Oops.”

Carla looked at the rotisserie with it’s gorgeous impaled woman. Karina was no longer moving. Carla felt she should go check, but decided she wasn’t moving anytime soon. Linsey was still lying along her back and there was eight thick inches of plastic prick still up her ass. May as well wait.

Sara, on top of Lisa, and Linsey quickly got up (to the accompaniment of soft slurping sounds as pricks were removed from asses) and removed their plug-ons (again to the accompaniment of various sounds as various plugs came out of various pussies and butts). All three went over to the rotisserie, leaving Carla lying on her lounger.

Taking a peek as the meat thermometer rotated by, Sara remarked, “106 degrees. She’s gone, guys. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Except to my ass,” Lisa wisecracked. “Well, it looks like we’ve got our first home cooked girl in process. What now?”

As one, the three turned and gave Carla a speculative look that made her very uneasy. “Arms and thighs,” Linsey said decisively. “Then we do something about Karina.”

Carla was quickly bound as recommended, then stood there nervously, listening to the discussion.

“Well,” Sara said with a little resignation in her voice, “Karina is hereby chosen as our first personally captured meat. Do we finish cooking her on the spit or what?”

Lisa shook her head. “It takes a bit more skill than we have to whole roast a girl properly. We need to get someone in her to show us how it’s done next time.” All three gave Carla another speculative look. Carla got more nervous.

Turning back to the still rotating and slow-cooking Karina, Lisa continued, “Let’s take her down to the basement and slice off some cuts to grill. The rest goes in the cooler.”

Karina’s bound and upstanding big breasts rotated by. “I really want to try that stuffed breast recipe one of these days. She’s perfect for it.”

Carla blurted, “Y-you’re going to butcher and eat Karina?” The Light dawned brilliantly. “You - you’re going to cook me, too!?”

Linsey came over and tenderly put her arm around Carla’s bare shoulders. “Of course we are, dear,” Linsey said tenderly, “but you can do this one of two ways. We’ll set it up so you can walk around the house freely, have as much sex as you can stand, and enjoy some pretty good meals. If you put up a fuss or try to escape, we can throw you in a cage, feed you through the bars, then put you on the spit tomorrow for the same treatment. Your choice.”

Carla was dense, but not all THAT dumb. Being good meant she lived longer with less hassle. “I’ll behave. I don’t know if I can eat Karina, though.”

Smiling, Lisa said, “You ate girl meat the last time you were here and loved it, Carla. Karina ought to be just as delicious or better. By the way, girl, good choice.”

Sara turned back to the tasty looking roast on the spit. “Well, that’s settled. Who gets what?”

Linsey studied Karina’s beautiful curves, oil gleaming on her bare body as it rotated. She always thought a woman looked so beautiful and sexy on a spit. “Buttock steak for me.”

Sara nodded. “Sirloin for me.”

Lisa added, “Inner thigh steak for me. Any preference, Carla?”

“Uh,” Carla did a good imitation of a bobble head doll. “N-no.”

Linsey spoke up. “Let her have a sirloin cutlet and…” She studied Carla for a moment, “the prime filet. She might not get another one.”

Prime filet?

At dinner, Carla discovered a prime filet was Karina’s pussy and pubic mound. She was a little green faced at first. The she took her first bite and was amazed. So melt in your mouth succulent! Wonderful! After that, she had no problem with the meat on her plate. Secretly, she wondered if her own pussy tasted as good.

After dinner, Sara, Linsey and Carla sat in the little library chatting at Lisa’s request. Sara and Linsey were, of course comfortably nude. Carla was wearing her “invisible mini dress” of zip ties around her big breasts and at mid thigh. By now, she knew the zip tie on her thighs was really a hobble. Even if she tried to run, the other three could catch her. What happened next didn’t bear thinking about.

Lisa came in the room. “Okay, guys, follow me.”

In the living room, they discovered the nondescript landscape over the fireplace was no longer there. Instead, a framed large picture of Karina on her spit was in place. Carla had to admit Karina was beautiful, stretched out over the heating coils, her body gleaming from juicy oil. Her eyes were cocked at the camera, thus watching everyone in the room. Great expression and very stimulating. Carla had to admit it was a wonderful picture.

“I used the big color printer in the office,” Lisa said. “From here on in, I want to get a picture of every girl we roast, but she was the first.”

Linsey nodded judicious agreement. “Plenty of wall space for that,” she commented. “I think it’s a great idea, too. Adds ambiance to the room.”

Sara and Lisa had their arms around each other’s waists and heads together as they looked at the lovely picture of Karina roasting. “Beautiful,” one murmured.

Carla had to agree. However, some questions came to mind as Linsey gently cupped one of her bare buttocks and softly squeezed. Was her picture going up on the wall, she silently wondered. If so, when?

The thing that bothered her most as she looked at Karina’s picture was very simple. Was the spit going to make her ass look fat?