Belinda 02: An Embarrassment of Muffins by Leo

An Embarrassment of Muffins

by

Leo

Sharon was engaged in what, for her, was a highly enjoyable task. To wit, she was watching Belinda prepare Marie for stuffing. While appealing because Marie, like Belinda and Sharon, was totally nude, that wasn’t the reason - well, not totally the reason - Sharon was enjoying what she was doing. Sharon was Belinda’s companion almost by default. Her plush, curvy body, with its nicely formed big breasts, had inspired Belinda - shortly after she had seduced Sharon off the beach nearby for the secret purpose of cooking her up for a really big meal - to instead start her on her a hormone cocktail that caused her to begin lactating. Belinda often said Sharon would be wasted on anything less than a group of twenty or so very hungry people, so she ought to get some use out of those big boobs. Even though she now provided all the milk for Belinda’s needs and a good bit left over for some select recipients, Sharon still had the entirely hairless pubic area that marked her as being on the menu at some future time.

Since that decision, however, Sharon’s down to earth practical streak had come to offset Belinda’s somewhat dotty personality and the two were now close companions. But that still meant Sharon was glad to see Marie, plump, soft, curvy Marie, bound and gagged on her belly on the surface of the kitchen’s stainless steel food preparation island while Belinda gently opened the girl’s bottom hole with a plastic plug to make it easier to stuff. Basically that mean someone else besides the milkmaid was going to be served up on a carving platter. Sharon’s basic philosophy was simple: ABM. Anybody But Me. So, tough luck, Marie… but you ought to be delicious.

Sharon took a pleasurable moment to study the way Belinda’s habitual energetic movements made her tantalizing curves jiggle. Belinda, as nude as Sharon with the exception of a tastefully delicate set of earrings and a small tuft of pubic hair, was a fortyish natural blonde with a knockout body that women half her age would kill to have. Belinda didn’t move, she bustled, with all of that gorgeous body in motion. Sharon could get turned on just watching her walk across a room. She was strong, too, but not the silent type by any means. Being around Belinda meant being around someone that didn’t mind expressing herself on just about any subject, in the somewhat skewed manner of someone’s favorite, if kooky, aunt. Belinda wasn’t a chatterer, but anyone with ears knew she was around.

As far as Sharon was concerned, Belinda had one major drawback. She liked to eat women. Generally roasted, although grilled, barbecued or steamed were right up there as choices. She also disliked vain, arrogant, obnoxious bitches and saw no reason why she couldn’t indulge her dislike and her taste at the same time. Ergo, Belinda made a practice of seducing, then cooking, said bitches. She often admitted to Sharon, certainly not an arrogant bitch, that her capture was somewhat of an aberration, brought on by her nicely upholstered body. Sharon could never get her to admit error, let bygones be bygones, and let her go, however. In the spirit of if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, Sharon was now also an enthusiast for a properly cooked woman.

That did, though, account for Marie, who WAS a thoroughgoing bitch, and one with a really tasty looking body. A meeting on the public beach, an invitation back to Belinda’s seaside mansion high on the cliff, a night’s unbridled debauchery (with Belinda, it was VERY unbridled), a little spiking of wine with certain drugs, and presto, today’s menu, nearly ready for the skewer. Which ought to be soon, Sharon thought. The spiked wine had left the girl almost bonelessly limp, somewhat like a large stuffed rag doll during the required deep enema, but quite amenable to the various pre-roasting tasks performed on her body, accompanied by Belinda’s cheery monologue.

Belinda always loved to talk to her visitors, Sharon reflected. Even when, as in this case, the visit was to be terminated by a barbecue with said visitor as the central participant. Or even when the conversation was one way, due to Marie’s ball gag. Really, Sharon thought with a snort, the monologue and chirpy questions were wasted, since all Marie could do was make strange noises through her gag as Belinda firmly inserted a butt plug in her ass, then began stroking her cunt.

Belinda firmly believed that the more orgasms the girl had during the cooking process, the better she tasted. Sharon could only agree. Besides, nobody wanted to hurt the woman, only cook and eat her. Really very benign.

Something caught Sharon’s eye through the enormous picture window opening out into the huge patio over their private beach. Belinda’s huge home was a classic single story South Florida designer/big money house, situated on a cliff above a beach . Since the cliff walled off the beach on three sides, and the beach itself was only viewable from the house or the water, more than a few beach cookouts involving any number of naked women as participants and the main course had taken place there. There was another picture window and patio combination on the side of the house that faced the large public beach, frequently used to scout for prospective dinner guests, but the house and grounds enjoyed almost total privacy.

That occasionally meant unauthorized visitors, from good old boys looking for a quiet place to get good and drunk, through mixed groups of college types seeking a secluded beach to skinny dip and party, to a few girl groups that wanted an all over tan, but didn’t want to use the public nude beach. A few of the latter had provided good meals when the circumstances permitted.

Sharon strolled over to the telescope and focused on the boat just beaching. Hm. Four women, so it was possibly a nudie tanning gaggle, although it was patently obvious this foursome was older than the norm for that sort of activity. Focusing for a better look, Sharon carefully appraised the women and what she saw increased her interest. Three were approximately in their mid-thirties or so, mature, a little more filled out inside their one piece swim suits than twenty-something girls in their bikinis and quite curvy.

The fourth one was different, and a good look at her set Sharon’s mouth to watering. The girl was younger, about mid twenties, with long blonde hair and a pleasant face. The difference, however, was in the girl’s weight. She quite obviously weighed a good bit more than any of the other three, but was as solid bodied as they were. Not quite fat but more than plump, smooth bodied and not at all flabby, she could be a plus sized figure model. The bikini she was wearing emphasized the fact. Frankly, she was a cannibal’s pinup girl.

Sharon shot a glance back over her shoulder, across the living room to the open kitchen area that was part of the space and quickly reappraised Marie’s rounded form. Good meat, and quite enough for the near future. No need, really for Belinda to go hunting today. Sigh. Regrets.

Sharon turned back to her telescope. Huh? What was this?!

One of the women now had a shovel from the boat and was cutting a wide shallow trench in the sand. Another was unloading what looked like bags of charcoal and the pieces of a portable grill of about eight feet long. The third was talking to the mouth watering blonde as the girl quickly removed her bikini.

Was this what it looked like?

The now nude blonde seemed to screw up her courage, nodded her head firmly, and then held her arms straight out in front of her, wrists together, which the woman began to bind. Boy, it certainly did look like it!

Better call an expert. “Belinda! Come here, will you? You have just GOT to see this!”

Belinda called back, “Be right there, love.” She gently patted one of Marie’s plump bottom cheeks. “Now you just lie there and relax, dear. I’ll be right back to begin stuffing you just as soon as I can.

“Although,” she continued after a moment’s pause, looking thoughtfully off into the distance with her right forefinger touching her chin, “it really does take a few minutes for the sphincter muscle to totally relax, so I suppose I really shouldn’t be in quite a hurry. Why don’t I let you have a few moments to enjoy the plug, then? If you want to get off again, love, just clench your buns around the plug in a slow rhythm, and you’ll certainly enjoy what happens. Have fun, sweets, while I just see want dear Sharon wants.”

Sharon’s guess was confirmed by Belinda’s reaction to the scene in the telescope. Of course, that reaction was not quite what Sharon expected, but that was pretty much par for the course, too.

“Oh, my! They can’t cook her like that! I must bring this to a stop immediately!” Belinda gasped as she jerked back from the telescope. “Just let me get my bikini and I’ll get right down there and put a halt to this outrage!”

Sharon was a surprised at her unexpected reaction, although, experienced around Belinda, Sharon was only a little surprised. “Belinda,” she began reasonably, “I don’t think you ought to interrupt them. After all, we’re into womaneating too. I mean, sure, they’re probably doing it all wrong, and sure, that blonde is great meat on the hoof, but we already have Marie. I know you could probably get all four of them, but we really don’t need to do that. No way we could store as much meat as there is jiggling around down on that beach, no matter how good it would taste. In fact, I…”

Belinda cocked her head as she looked at Sharon, and interrupted her with calmly reasonable tones, “Dear, the family reunion is only two weeks away. To be honest, I’m a bit ashamed that I’ve given the occasional thought to inviting you. After all, you’re built to feed a large group. On the other hand, that blonde would be just what I want for the afternoon barbecue. She’s really ever so much better suited, don’t you think?”

“…feel you ought to get out and round up that bunch of tasty looking amateurs before someone makes a real blunder and ruins that lovely blonde as any kind of a dinner.” Sharon’s calm tones didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll get your bikini. If you use the elevator, you can get there in time to stop everything. Anything you want me to do while you’re gone?”

Belinda smiled sweetly and called out as Sharon dashed headlong for the bedroom to get the bikini. “Just finish stuffing Marie, dear.”

A moment later, Belinda was shrugging into the three tiny patches of white cloth connected by thick cord she dignified with the term, ‘bikini’. Shortly thereafter, Sharon was hustling her into the elevator that led to the beach.

A few minutes later, a rather weak Sharon was leaning with one hand on the kitchen table. She took a shaky deep breath, then let it out with a whoosh, glancing down at the girl stretched on the table next to her hand,. Taking another settling breath, Sharon commented to a moaning, squirming Marie, eyes screwed shut and banging away at the plastic intruder in her ass, “You know, that one was close.”

Cici was smiling as she kept a soothing arm around Alice’s naked waist, trying to keep her calm as they watched Marlo and Terri continue to build the beach grill. “You’re a very lucky young lady,” she said softly to the plushly bodied girl. “You’re on the road the rest of us will follow as soon as we can. Thank you for volunteering to be first.”

Alice, her eyes on the two women assembling the grill, replied in a shaky voice. “It’s what I want. You were the one to define it for us, to set us on the path. Now I hope you enjoy my body the way it was intended.”

Cici planted a chaste kiss on Alice’s ear. “We shall, my dear. You will taste wonderful.”

This tender scene was interrupted by a brisk, “Oh my, ladies! This will never do!”

Immediately, all four surprised women jerked upright and turned to look guiltily at the nearly naked blonde bustling up towards them. Said blonde continued her exposition. “It looks to me like you were planning to cook this poor girl on that grill, and I really can’t permit that on my property!”

“Your property!” Cici gasped in shock. “Oh, I’m sorry, I really am! But this is legal and we thought we were far enough away from everybody that…”

Belinda airily waved a stunned Cici to silence. “Of course it’s legal, my dear. I do it all the time, actually - cook girls I mean - but I really can’t let you go forward with the setup you are using. That grill is really mounted far too low! You’ll burn the poor thing! And you’ll never get all the good meat. You’ll probably ruin the best cuts!”

By now, Cici and the rest were gaping in shock. Alice, remarkably enough, piped up, “You really do it? Cook girls, I mean? There’s really a right way to cook a girl?”

Belinda bustled up to Alice and looked her carefully in the face. “Oh, don’t be nervous, dear. Of course there’s a right way to cook a girl. Been doing it for years. You’ll be a gourmet’s delight, when done properly. You’re not yet ready, of course. Among other things, you haven’t shaved your pussy. Tsk, all that pubic hair! Tell me, have you had an enema yet?”

Alice just froze, open mouthed at the circular flow of words. “I’ll take that as no,” Belinda said firmly. “Ladies, shaving and cleaning should be first, not to mention loosening her up if you were planning to grill her live. And I really think that’s the way a woman tastes best. Much more flavorful, you know, especially if she has frequent orgasms before heat stroke gets her. Hormones flooding the meat, and that sort of thing.”

Cici, the leader of the little group felt control spinning wildly out of her grasp. She made an attempt at regaining the reins. “Bu-but, pardon me, whoever you are! This is private, just between us, and if this is your land, we can just find another place…”

“You really cook women?” Marlo asked breathlessly. She and Terri had quickly joined Belinda and the other two. “Will you show us how to do it?”

“Could you cook us properly?” Terri gushed excitedly. “It’s what we’ve been dreaming about!”

“Orgasms?” Alice asked in a confused tone.

“Of course,” Belinda replied firmly. “I’ve always said the woman providing the meat should enjoy herself as much as possible.”

Belinda, during her vigorous and rapidly convoluted assault on their equanimity, had swiftly and expertly appraised all of the women. Alice, of course, was in a class by herself. The other three were also quite tasty looking, with thick waists and thighs, and the large hips that indicated full bottoms and a very meaty pubic area, not to mention that Marlo and Terri were very well endowed in the breast department. Yes, Cici, Terri and Marlo were prime. Poor Sharon would be distressed at the ridiculous overabundance of edible woman flesh once they were back at the house, actually well beyond what they could handle, but the dear girl would rally soon enough. This was far too good an opportunity to waste.

“Ooooh,” Marlo said wide eyed, “could you show us how to properly cook a girl?”

Belinda decided it was time to set the hook and reel them in. “Of course, dears, “she said with a bright smile and a nod. “I have a young lady we’re preparing up at the house right now. Would you like to be our guests for dinner?”

Immediately, Belinda was mobbed by Alice, Marlo and Terri, all excitedly yipping their agreements and pleas to be allowed to join the festivities. Cici followed after an instant’s delay. “Now I’m telling you,” Belinda said in a cautionary tone, “if you come up, it will be as meat girls that will be on my menu in the near future. I have very definite rules about that and you have to comply with them. Do you understand?”

All four nodded with bright eyes and big smiles, thinking of fantasies to be realized. “All right, ladies,” Belinda announced, “you’re all going to dinner. Alice, take your bikini with you. No need to litter the beach, love, even though you won’t be needing it. We’ll get the boat and other things later. The rest of you will undress as soon as we get up to the house.”

Sharon, taking a break from stuffing Marie, was watching though the telescope as Belinda started for the elevator, towing Alice along by the hand and followed obediently by the other three women. “Yep, she got all of ‘em,” she said with a resigned nod. She glanced back at Marie, “Honey, it looks like there’ll be four more for you to feed.”

The four women tumbled out of the elevator and down the hall into the living room, with Belinda shepherding the excited group. Belinda had promised a meat inspection sometime after they were naked and shorn of pubic hair. All were ecstatic. A real meat inspection! By a real femme d’cusine chef! Fantasies realized! They were real meat girls!

The small mob stopped dead and gazed in wonder at Marie and Sharon. Stoically ignoring the four new arrivals, Sharon methodically spread Marie’s buttocks with thumb and forefinger, then inserted a handful of stuffing into the anus. She followed each handful with a smooth, thick, rounded dowel about eight inches long to pack the stuffing further into the girl. Marie jumped slightly every time the dowel went up her ass.

“Is she…?” Cici got out.

“Yes, love,” Belinda nodded. “That is Sharon, my companion and assistant. You will obey her as you would me. She’s stuffing Marie for dinner. We’ll be spitting her shortly. Sharon, this is Alice, Cici, Marlo and Terri.”

Sharon nodded and continued her task. “Charmed, I’m sure,” she answered dryly.

“Now, out of those suits, girls,” Belinda ordered. “We have a good bit to do before dinner and I’m certain you want to watch Marie cook. It’s such an erotic sight, after all.” The three women still wearing swimsuits lost no time in getting rid of them. Alice, already nude, walked over and stared at Marie in fascination as Sharon finished up stuffing her.

“Very good,” Belinda pronounced as everyone finished stripping. A quick glance at all the bare flesh gave her the satisfaction of noting her eye for a good roasting woman hadn’t failed her. “All that pubic hair, however, has to got to go immediately! Sharon, are you nearly finished?”

“Done, Belinda,” Sharon replied with a sigh. She knew what was coming next.

“Dear, would you take these women back and get rid of their body hair, please?”

Sharon nodded with a resigned air. Belinda seemed bound and determined to overload the meat storage capacity of the house. May as well cooperate. “Okay. Girls, follow me.”

Cici, meanwhile had walked up and was examining Marie with fascination. She put her hand on the girl’s back and announced, “Ladies, this is the destiny of women!”

Cici’s three followers cheered and clapped. Belinda and Sharon, the reasonably sane ones in the room, got wide eyed at that statement. Even Marie, as whacked out as she was, cut her eyes at Cici with a look that mingled disbelief and amazement.

Sharon shook her head and waved disgustedly, “Go on ahead, last door on the right. I’ll be right behind you.”

She certainly would. Sharon wanted a chance to study the four prospective meals. Of course, listening to their excited chatter about getting “prepared” for cooking was a little hard on the common sense. She wasn’t quite used to having women jump at the chance to be grilled, and the whole attitude struck her as slightly - scratch that, WAY - off kilter. Still, she thought as she eyed three sets of jiggling plump buttocks and one set of plumper joggling cheeks (Alice), there was plenty of well defined flesh and very little cellulite. Might be fun in bed, too. She was certainly going to find out, at least before they had to bend over for the spit.

The time involved bothered her as well. Would these suicidal airheads maintain their enthusiasm long enough for all of them to be cooked and consumed? Might be a problem with the last one or two. Certainly there’d be a storage problem if Belinda decided to cook more than one. Hm, how about the family reunion? Was that what Belinda was thinking about? She knew Belinda’s family and even Alice wouldn’t provide any leftovers after feeding that bunch.

Oh, well, go with the spit muffin flow.

The four women found themselves in a somewhat bare room furnished a little like a medical examining room, which it was, in a sense. Sharon pointed to a long, waist high padded table standing out from the wall. “Okay, ladies, up on that table on your backs. Pull your knees up as far as you can and spread ‘em. I need to get to all the hair you’ve got down below.”

After they’d complied, Marlo asked with a little trepidation, “Are you going to shave us?”

Sharon shook her head with an abstracted, practical air. “Nope. Depilatory cream. I wipe it on, leave it, then wipe it off. The hair comes with it.” She didn’t mention the effect was permanent. These four wouldn’t be around long enough to discover the fact, if everything went right. On the other hand, this bunch of nuts might not care, either.

As Sharon gathered her materials, she spent a few moments to enjoy the view of four widely splayed, shapely women. Four superb cunt steaks, flanked by excellent thighs (plenty of steaks and roasts there), told her future menus were going to be quite appetizing. In fact, she really wanted to choose one and start munching. Then maybe cook her later.

Oh, well, business first. Sharon decided to give them an all over treatment: arms, legs, underarms and any trouble spots. She’d done it to herself quite a while ago, and it was convenient. In this case, it would let her run her hands over the meat, not that the meat appeared to be interested in objecting to the process.

As she herded her newly body-hairless charges back to the living area, Sharon reflected that Belinda ought to have things ready for the next step in preparing Marie. She did. Marie was draped lengthwise over the spitting jig, a contraption like a padded sawhorse. Her hands were shackled to the front legs and her ankles were shackled to the back ones. The result was to leave the girl in the ideal position to take a cooking spit up her nicely exposed plump pussy. Belinda was even now positioning the automatic spitter, with the front end of the metal shaft already three or four inches deep in Marie’s vagina. There had obviously been a good bit of stroking and other things, since the girl was squirming nicely, already excited about the shaft in her cunt.

The gee-I’m-glad-I’m-going-to-be-cooked chatter quickly died as Alice, Cici, et al caught sight of the girl, obviously ready to be mounted on the cooking pole. Belinda flipped a switch and the machine began pulsing the spit into the girl’s pussy a few inches, then withdrawing it. “Sweet things,” Belinda explained with her trademark twinkle, “this is role-play mode. All four of you will get the chance to experience it any number of times before you’re really spitted for roasting. I’m using it now so Marie can get a really big bang before she’s actually spitted.

“She’ll keep going from there, too,” Belinda added, satisfaction obvious in her voice. On cue, Marie erupted with a series of rising moans ending in a wail, highly audible because Belinda had removed her gag.

The effect wasn’t lost on the four proposed dinners, either. Sharon noted with amusement how their eyes got big. Alice and Marlo were even stroking their bellies slightly, unconscious of what they were doing in their total concentration on the girl.

Before the wail had died, Belinda flipped a switch on the machine and the shaft began slowly and smoothly entering Marie. A moment or two later, Sharon was holding the girl’s head in position as the point came out of her mouth and progressed another three or four feet. Working as an experienced team, Belinda and Sharon secured Marie’s wrists and ankles to the spit with cooking twine and looped chains from a power lift under each end of the metal spit. As they walked the power lift over to the rotisserie on the patio, Belinda commented to the wide-eyed women, “Don’t worry, girls, the spit is ventilated so she can breathe, just like you’ll be able to do. Once she’s over the coals, she’ll be able to feel everything and we’ll give her plenty of pop-offs before the heat gets her.”

Cici gulped, “Won’t the heat kill her right away?”

Strange thought, that, Sharon pondered. This was the one the wanted to toss Alice on a roaring fire.

Belinda smiled widely. “Oh, no, love. I keep the heat just high enough to barely start her cooking. She’ll be a bit uncomfortable, but not too much to enjoy what we do.

“Alice,” she continued, “would you like to help?”

Tentatively, Alice approached the cooking pit. “What do I do?”

Belinda handed her a basting brush. “Here, love. Just keep dipping it in that pot of spiced oil and brushing it on her. Every time you get a chance, brush her pussy when it comes around. Believe me, she’ll love it.”

Timidly, Alice began her task, spreading olive oil on the curvaceous body of the cooking woman rotating over the coals. She very quickly got into the swing of things, drawing a rapid squirming from Marie the first time she brushed her cunt. The squirming emboldened Alice, who began to take every opportunity to brush various other tender bits as well, such as the inner base of the buttocks, inside the thighs, breasts, and other such body parts. Marie reacted accordingly.

The reactions weren’t lost on the other three, either. Sharon was amused at the way their eyes got even brighter as their fascinated gaze was riveted on the beautiful and erotic sight of Marie’s glistening curves turning as she began to cook. All three were now stroking themselves.

Belinda was watching. Smiling, she leaned over and spoke softly in Sharon’s ear. “Once Marie goes, I think I’ll take Cici and you take Alice. I’ll give Marlo and Terri a vibrator to play with. We’ll all have some fun.”

“Belinda, they’re probably all straight,” Sharon replied, equally softly.

“Not for long,” Belinda returned with a tinkling laugh.

After the ensuing festivities - Belinda was right; all four women entered into the spirit of things with a will after a few moments initial reluctance overcome by sexual excitement - Belinda took a few moments to enjoy the wonderful aroma of Marie cooking. She owed the dear girl that much at the very least. Then she pondered whether to let her continue to cook on the spit, or take her down and just get the parts she wanted to feed everyone and finish grilling them. Decisions, decisions.

She finally decided to leave Marie on the heat for a while longer and let everyone sit around, drink wine, and enjoy the afterglow. If she timed it right, parts of her hips, buttocks and thighs would be quite nicely done, as well as Marie’s smallish breasts. The back and belly meat would be somewhat cooked, to be sure, but she wanted that for later preparation as breakfast meat and storing it already pre-done wouldn’t hurt the flavor for later frying. The arms and calves wouldn’t require more than minor touching up at a beach cook out. Besides, Marie’s prime filet would be just right, since it was out of the main heat. Quite juicy and tender, in fact.

So, for a while, Alice went back to basting Marie as she roasted while Belinda got up occasionally and tested various meaty parts with a cooking fork. The rest relaxed on patio chairs, sipping a wine Belinda deemed appropriate for woman flesh. The conversation, as expected, resolved around cooking women. Marlo and Terri wanted to know everything about the various sensations Sharon had observed cooking women displaying, while Cici was interested in the different methods of cooking a girl. Behind a casual conversational manner, Sharon took careful note of which nut case was interested in what.

Once a dark golden Marie was off the spit and belly down on a platter with an apple in her mouth, Belinda began to carve slices from her hips. “Grab your plates, ladies,” she called. “Veggies and stuffing are on the serving cart.”

Belinda carefully removed the girl’s cunt steak and placed it on a separate platter, then quartered it. “Since you four have never tasted the best part, I’m going to give you a taste of a true gourmet delight.”

Sharon smiled to herself. Belinda often said that once a woman had tasted cooked pussy, she began to wonder what her own would taste like. Sharon masked a shudder. She’d had the same reaction, and that was madness with Belinda in the immediate vicinity.

As expected, all four immediately took a bite of prime filet as soon as they were settled with their plates. The reactions were also as expected. “Oh, this is exquisite!” “Wonderful.” I’ve never tasted anything this good!” And, “Wow!”

Sharon took a bite of her hip cutlet. Yes, Marie was really good. Of course, she thought, eyeing Cici, Terri and Marlo, a woman in her thirties, prime, had much fuller flavor.

The next morning, Sharon was up alone, sipping coffee and relaxing. Belinda had gotten up long enough to milk her, then retired again. Given Belinda’s normal energy level, Sharon was quite sure she’d given Cici, Marlo and Terri quite a workout last night, and would again this morning.

Alice was quite enough for her, Sharon thought. The girl was quite willing. Inexperienced, but still fun. Also still asleep. Stretching, Sharon kicked back on the patio lounger, stretched long bare legs in front of her, and contemplated a nice quiet morning with no dedicated spit muffins cluttering up the landscape. With those women around, the place was taking on the frenetic air of a hamster cage, Sharon thought wryly, and with about as much brain power. Who knew having a good meal in the house could be so straining on the forebrain?

They would all be up soon enough. Belinda had promised a proper meat inspection this morning, since the idiots practically demanded it. Marie, Sharon thought to herself, things are going to get a little crowded in the cooler soon, honey. Hope you like the company of some complete imbeciles.

Sharon grimaced at the thought of the Fruitcake Four. Their “Hooray, we’re going to be spareribs!” attitude was directly counter to her own cynical pragmatism about survival. She was used to dealing with women who knew just exactly what was in store for them and weren’t really happy about it. Just putting up with the F.F. and their enthusiastic chatter about becoming munchies was a strain.

Another thing, too. Belinda wanted her to section Marie for storage this morning. The process wasn’t hard or difficult, just a chore. The butcher area next to the cooler in the basement was well equipped with labor saving devices, but it still meant time spent in some work, with cleaning up to do afterward. Sharon wondered if she could talk Belinda into getting some occasional help around the place. Female, nude and on the menu, of course, but still help that would free her from some of the drudgery.

A cheery “Good morning dear!” heralded Belinda’s arrival on the patio. After giving Sharon an enthusiastic and affectionate kiss, Belinda plopped down in an empty lounger and happily surveyed the beginnings of a beautiful South Florida day. Sharon shook her head, marveling at Belinda’s energy. She was certain Belinda had been in every hole the three women had except their ears. No, scratch that, Sharon thought, remembering Belinda’s long and active tongue. Every hole.

Belinda bounced out of her lounger and bustled off to get some coffee. Watching every curve of her nude body shimmy and jiggle as she trundled into the house, Sharon found herself reacting as she always did. Quite enjoyable, too, thank you. She wondered if she and Belinda had time to sneak in a quick fuck before the foursome were up and creating some insane distraction or another. One advantage of her normal nudity was that it saved time on passionate occasions.

Glancing at Sharon’s nipples as she returned, Belinda laughed. “Sorry, dear, later I’m afraid, although I can see you’re ready for some fun. We have enough to do with the girls today to keep us busy, but I’ll see if I can’t arrange something a little later.

“First,” Belinda said with a businesslike air as she settled in her lounger and sipped her coffee, “the girls want to play some games this morning, probably after the meat inspection. - I really must do something; their bottom holes are simply far too tight. - Do we have any sort of rack we can tie them to?”

“Belinda,” Sharon said in a disapproving tone, “what’s going on? You’re not getting into S&M, are you?”

Belinda shook her head with a twinkling smile. “Oh my no, dearest! I wouldn’t think of it! On the other hand, I’m afraid our future menu has actually given it a few moments consideration. They want to be tied up like they were in a pantry, or something. Like they were potential meat.”

Sharon snorted. “They ARE potential meat. What sort of ideas do they have? Chains, cages, that sort of thing?”

Belinda mad a small grimace of disgust. “Those things are SO obsolete, dear. But that’s what they think happens and that’s how they want to play. I see no reason not to let them have their game.”

Sharon snorted again. How crude! On the other hand… “We’ve got those X frames in the basement. They have hooks for hanging ropes at the top. There’s four, so they ought to do the job, even if they are light aluminum pipe instead of Gothic wood from a dungeon.”

Belinda nodded. “Oh, yes, I remember! Those were the supports for the hammocks we used to have on the beach. Very good, dear. By all means, they ought to do, and they aren’t too heavy. They aren’t precisely what the girls are thinking about, but, once they’re tied to them, they ought to be quite excited and happy.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Excited and happy. Yeah, those nuts ought to be that. Oh, brother!”

A few minutes later, the four made their appearance in various states of sleepy and sexually sated disheveled nudity. Belinda bustled into the kitchen to create one of her specialty breakfasts from a brunette’s belly meat in the fridge, plenty of eggs and other goodies.

After breakfast, the girls got cleaned up and presented themselves eagerly for a thorough meat inspection, where a minor problem raised its head. As Alice explained to Sharon almost tearfully, “Belinda said I’m already in a class apart from the others and it wouldn’t be fair to compare me to them.”

Sharon, sighing, got up and hugged the despondent-and deliciously plump-girl. “Honey, she meant it as a complement.” How to say this so this crazy blonde would take it positively? “Your meat is so far superior to theirs that a regular inspection simply isn’t needed. Believe me, anyone will be thinking knife, fork and plate as soon as they get a good look at your body.”

“But I wanted to be inspected!” the girl wailed.

Another sigh on Sharon’s part. “Okay, honey, I’ll be glad to do it. You just stand straight and relaxed, feet together and arms at your sides.”

With a brilliant smile, Alice did as she was told. Sharon could see her quivering with excitement as she started the inspection with the upper arms. “Okay. Nicely fleshed. These and your forearms will really make good cookout parts. You’ll see what I mean tonight because we’ll be cooking Marie’s arms down on the beach.

“Now the belly… um, hm. Good dome. Soft, but no flab. Excellent. The back, too. Nice layer of flesh. Basically breakfast meat, or with the belly layer boiled like corned beef. Your upper hips are quite meaty and that’s one of the best cuts on a girl.

“Let’s drop down to the calves… that’s another cookout favorite. Really Alice, you’ve got great drumsticks. Thighs are magnificent, and the inner thigh squeezes nicely. That’s another great place to get a filet, very flavorful and tender. Outer hips… yep, very, very good. Pubis… excuse the finger, but you’re open anyway, so you ought to enjoy it. Thick, meaty lips. Wonderful cunt steak, Alice. A gourmet’s dream.”

Turning the girl around, Sharon cast a critical eye at the backs of her thighs and large buttocks. “Offhand,” she said, squeezing a succulent cheek and jiggling it to watch the flesh move, “your rump is just made for roasting. Good tender steaks, too.”

She spread Alice’s cheeks with her hands to reveal the little bottom hole and the back of her pussy. “Well, I’d say Belinda was right. We need to work on loosening you up in the butt, girl. It’ll make cooking preparation easier for you, among other things.”

Releasing her and standing back, she was almost unprepared when Alice squealed in glee, whirled, and threw herself into Sharon’s arms. “OhThankYouThankYouThankYou! That was SO exciting! I feel like I’m going to just pop off right NOW! I SO hope Belinda cooks me soon!”

“In about two weeks,” Sharon muttered, trying valiantly to ignore the girls roaming mouth on her neck and roaming hands on her own plush bottom cheeks. She could see things were getting out of hand in the living room, too. These goofy broads really went wild at the thought of becoming a meal! Oh hell, may as well enjoy it. She tugged Alice down on the lounger and squirmed between the girl’s heavy thighs.

When Sharon came back upstairs after finishing her butchering chore, she was carrying a Tupperware container holding two forearms, two upper arms and a calf. More than was necessary to feed six women, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a little extra. As she put the container away in the refrigerator, she heard moaning from the patio. Curious, she walked out and stopped dead, goggle-eyed.

Belinda was sitting in a pool chair, sipping a cool drink and leafing through a magazine as she occasionally turned a benevolent eye at the Fruitcake Four, strung up by their wrists on frames leaning against the house wall. All four were moaning and writhing, with a vibrator or two tucked securely into various holes. Cici, for instance, had two of the things firmly inserted into her, and her body motions showed it. She chose that moment to gasp loudly and slump against the frame, held up by her bound wrists.

“Belinda!” Sharon nearly yelled in shocked tones. “What’s all this?!?”

Belinda looked up pleasantly and pulled her sunglasses down her nose slightly to look over them at Sharon. “Oh, hello, dear. The girls have been playing since you went down to finish sectioning Marie. They really look lovely, don’t you think?”

Standing next to Belinda, Sharon got a good look at the four naked women. Two were facing the wall, Cici and Alice, who also appeared to have taken Sharon’s comment about opening up her bottom to heart, while Terri and Marlo were facing outwards. Sharon had to admit the tableau was… interesting. “But you’re hurting them!” she gasped. Then, in a smaller voice, “Aren’t you?”

Belinda smiled and shook her head benignly, “Of course not, dear. They’re just having fun. Although…

“Ladies, play time is over for now. Now clean your toys and put them away neatly, then you may use the pool for the afternoon. Since you’ve all been so good, we’ll have a beach cookout tonight. Won’t that be fun?”

Everyone hung up by their hands nodded. Nodded weakly, that is, since they’d obviously had several orgasms apiece. Then they straightened up completely, lifted the loops of their wrist bindings off the hooks on the frames and began carefully removing their vibrators from assorted insertions.

Sharon stared at the matter-of-fact proceedings for a moment, then shook her head with a stunned motion and staggered back inside towards the bar. “I need a drink,” she muttered.

The next morning, Sharon was on hands and knees on the kitchen counter, her usual position for the morning milking. Belinda was doing her usual superb job, which not only managed to drain her breasts but brought a tingle right between her thighs, too. The alternate gentle squeeze and tug on each breast gave Sharon a constant series of thrills. Belinda stopped for a moment and fingered Sharon’s milky nipples with abstracted interest, breaking into her pleasant haze. “Belinda, what’s up? Why are you stopping? I’m not drained yet.”

Belinda perked up and smiled. “Oh, I certainly know that, dear.” She went back to milking Sharon, but looked her in the eye. “Dear, I’m thinking about adding Marlo and Terri to the milk production around here.”

A cold chill shot up Sharon’s spine and she stared at Belinda with wide eyes. Belinda shook her head with a soft smile. “No, dear. You aren’t in any danger of losing your position as my companion.”

“You were ready to give me up for the reunion!” Sharon shot back tensely.

Belinda stopped milking Sharon, instead softly cupping her face. “No, darling girl, I only said I considered it. I rejected the thought. I’ve really gotten to enjoy having you around. Don’t worry.”

Sharon let out a shaky breath and put her head down on her forearms for a moment. Her spine felt like it was made of jello. “You shouldn’t do that to me,” she said, her voice muffled by her head down position. “If I’m still good to go for milkmaid around here, why do you want those two to add to the herd?”

Belinda gently stoked Sharon’s bare flank. “There, there, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you. Those two are definitely on the menu and I have plans for them soon enough, which I’m sure they’ll be ready for. I just think they have such nice big breasts it’ll be a shame not to use them while the girls are here.”

“That’s what you said about me!” Sharon shot back, but her anger and fear were receding.

“And I meant it, dear,” Belinda replied, working her stroking further down to Sharon’s hips and buttocks. “You’re my permanent milkmaid. But I’ve found there’s a much larger market for woman’s milk than I thought, and quite lucrative, too. I think we’re about to become a regular dairy for a while.”

Sharon sighed. She knew who was going to be in charge of the dairy, come milking time. Oh well, she had to get up to have her own milking, may as well add two more. Besides, she thought with a pleasant shiver, Belinda’s hand was just so nice on her bottom. It was beginning to roam again, too. “Ok, sorry I freaked. I guess we’re going to have a milk herd, now. Look, I don’t really need much more than you’ve already done. How about we move to the couch? I really like what you’re doing.”

Later, lying relaxed in Belinda’s arms, Sharon noticed that damnable thoughtful expression on her face again. Whenever Belinda got thoughtful, trouble usually followed. “Ok,” Sharon said, “you’ve had another idea. Out with it.”

“Oh, nothing, dearest,” Belinda replied, “but I’ve decided I want you to take the girls down to the beach this morning and keep them there for a while. Take one of the cell phones. I’ll call you when I want you back up.”

Sharon gave Belinda the jaundiced eye, and received a very innocent expression in return. “Belinda, you know that set of spit muffins gives me a headache. I have one question: Why?”

“There’ll be a crew delivering some equipment today. I want everyone out of here until it’s installed.”

“That makes sense, I guess, but what equipment?”

“Oh,” Belinda shrugged, a motion that got Sharon’s juices flowing again, “I thought of a few things we need around the place. I’ll tell you about it when you bring them back.”

Sharon was going to get to the bottom of things when Belinda’s fingers derailed her train of thought. Belinda, apparently, had thought of getting to the bottom first.

A short while later, Sharon found herself on a nice, secluded, empty beach with four delectably edible naked women. The downside to this was that her thoughts ranged from homicide to full blown muffincide. Cici had started the moment they got off the elevator from the house. Sharon was already on the menu for the future, didn’t she want to join the four of them on the glorious path to the ultimate fulfillment of women? And variations on that theme.

In fact, Sharon had no desire to become pot roast. Ergo, Cici’s constant harping on the theme of hopping gaily into the oven got on her last nerve. Darkly, Sharon noticed that at no time did Cici advocate that path for HERSELF, just the rest of the girls, with special emphasis on Sharon. The woman had an agenda, and she was on it.

Best to ignore Cici, since she was scheduled to be steaks, chops, stew meat, etc. soon enough. Stoically ignoring Cici’s latest exhortation as she carried one of the beach bags to a spot near the water, Sharon decided soon enough had better be damn soon.

Terri discovered the towel rack, nothing but a long metal pole suspended between two supports and ran eagerly back to Sharon. “Is that a meat drying rack?” she asked breathlessly.

Sharon shook her head as she dropped her load in a likely spot. “Put your stuff here, girls. No, Terri, that’s a towel drying rack. You rub yourself off after you come out of the water and drape your towel over it to dry in the sun.”

“Oh.” Terri and the others were obviously disappointed. Sharon closed her eyes and wished for patience.

Fishing through the bags and other gear, Sharon made a quick inventory. Towels and beach mats, yep. Beach chairs, yep. Cooler and lunch, yep. Beach toys, oh brother! Belinda had included a bag of vibrators, strap-ons, cuffs and other things she considered suitable for beach games. Why couldn’t the woman just keep it to volleyballs, paddles, frisbees and such?

Sharon tossed a frisbee to the women to keep them busy while she set out a low beach chair and mat for herself. Picking up a bottle of Belinda’s special sun lotion, she began to cover her body, then decided the girls needed some, also. Good thing there were three bottles of the mixture in the bag. Belinda being Belinda, the tanning lotion was made with a spiced olive oil base and had all edible ingredients. Belinda wanted nothing to spoil the meat. Stuff actually worked pretty well, Sharon thought as she finished covering her legs.

Organizing a quick lotion party for everyone to have someone else cover those hard to reach places was fun and a momentary distraction for Cici, especially when Sharon told all of them to be sure they covered their pussies. “That’s one place you DON’T want a sunburn,” she said with a smile. A good time was had by all.

When the four prospective dinners went back to their rather unathletic and inept frisbee game, Sharon sat back in her beach chair and gave over to a fantasy of just what she’d like to do to Cici if the woman kept spouting her “You’d look great on a platter!” line. Tie her up first, then put on her favorite strap-on, the one with the two little prongs in the harness that went into the wearer’s holes and allowed a girl to get a charge out of the fuck. Then she’d lay Cici on her belly, spread her cheeks, penetrate her, and start pumping. Hard. Belinda already said Cici was the type that moaned, squealed and writhed wildly around a shaft, especially in her bottom. After a fun ride, she’d invite the other three to have a turn at the irritating broad. That would open Cici’s ass up and turn off the recruiting pitch!

Sharon sighed. Not today, unfortunately. That really wasn’t her way of doing things. She really didn’t like forced or brutal sex. Still, it would be so satisfying! Maybe just this once.

Sharon felt like a not-particularly-enthusiastic school teacher as she stoically presided over several hours of swimming, ball tossing and assorted horseplay. The view of three sets of jiggling cheeks and one joggling rump (Alice) was some compensation, not to mention three sets of flopping jugs and two bobbing breasts (Cici). After lunch, all four stretched out on mats to work on their tans, a breathing space for which Sharon was duly grateful. She had to admit, as she surveyed the rounded terrain on the four, that having three or four girls in the pantry had its high points, even if Cici’s cult-like exhortations were a phenomenal low. Sharon found herself mellowing to the point where she only wanted to bind and gag Cici and suspend her over a slow fire. Just for a little while, anyway.

OK, maybe longer.

Sleepily, she idly wondered what to call the group of spit muffins now awaiting the dining table. A gaggle of muffins, maybe. No, just didn’t sound right. Given the way they affected her, an embarrassment of muffins was a top contender for a good term. Hm. Think about it.

Sharon dozed off, to be awakened by a breathless voice in her ear. “Don’t they look great? They’re practicing roasting positions. Please, be a sport and join us. It’ll really be fun!” Cici, again.

Something in Sharon snapped. She’d had enough, but she also had herself under total control. Glancing at the line of three naked women, legs pulled back and ankles crossed and held that way with their hands, Sharon smiled at Cici and said evenly, “But you’re doing it all wrong, dear one. Here, come with me and I’ll show you the real oven position.”

Sharon led Cici to the lineup, only mildly distracted by the fact that all three had their heads away from her, thus putting their luscious cunt steaks on full display. Drawing a mildly protesting Cici with one hand and grabbing the toy bag with the other, Sharon told the girls to get up. “Cici is going to demonstrate a real oven roasting position, ladies. Dolcett approved!” she announced.

Cici’s eyes got a little wide, but obviously realized the game was up and she had to go through with whatever Sharon was going to do. Tomorrow would be another day.

“Now, Cici, lie on your back on the mat. That’s the way. Now… legs together… pull your knees back to your shoulders with your hands wrapped around the bottom of your feet. Good. Hold it.”

Cici made a face at the uncomfortable position as Sharon turned to address the other three. “This is the best oven roasting position for a woman. It only lacks one thing…”

As she rummaged in the toy bag, Sharon continued conversationally, “We’ll need this to get the real feel of the position, girls, and… ah, here it is.”

With lightning speed, Sharon whipped a looped rope out of the bag and dropped the loop around Cici’s gathered ankles and wrists, drawing it tight and quickly winding the loose end around like a rodeo cowboy doing a calf roping. She even drew back and threw her hands in the air like a cowboy. “Taa daa!” she cried. “Bound and ready.”

Cici began to get a bit apprehensive, even thought the other three idiots were happily cheering like a sporting event. “Uh, Sharon, this is great. I really feel like I’m ready for an oven. Shouldn’t we let the rest try it?”

Sharon shook her head smiling. That was when Cici, Awful Suspicions blossoming, began to lose it, her voice getting more and more strident. “Hey, this is enough! Let me go! Come on, Sharon! I can take a joke but this is too much!” And more of the same, getting louder and shriller.

Sharon looked at Marlo, standing next to the toy bag., and held out her hand with a calm, practical air. “Ball gag.”

Once the ball gag was in place, the noise got a little more muffled, if still continuous. Sharon stood back and crossed her arms under her breasts, fingers tapping on her arms as she studied the now wildly struggling woman. “We need to tire her out,” she said decisively. “Marlo and Terri, get the pole from the drying rack. We’ll slip it under the binding lengthwise, then hang her from the rack for a while. Won’t that be fun?”

The excited duo happily agreed and shortly Cici found herself suspended by her bound wrists and ankles in a most undignified position. Terri looked from the still struggling Cici to Sharon and asked with big wide eyes, “Will we get a chance to try it, too?”

Sharon raised her eyes to the heavens, closed them, and shook her head in amazement. Then she went to get the cell phone and call Belinda.

Belinda waited, nude as always, in the living room for Sharon to return with the girls. Now that the men doing the various installations were gone, she could revert back to her normal lifestyle, she thought with a sigh of relief. That tight, spaghetti strap sheath was comfortable, but it seemed to distract the men while they were working. Perhaps she should have worn underwear.

She wondered what was going on, since Sharon sounded somewhat enraged on the phone. There had been no way for her to tell what had happened, since the drapes on the windows overlooking the beach were still firmly closed. The dear girls needed their privacy if they were going to enjoy their day. No need to distract the workers, either.

Beaches were always best nude. Belinda really loved the beach and the feel of the sea air on her bare skin and saw no reason why she shouldn’t share that sensation with other women. Besides, with the single exception of Sharon, every other woman in the house had a date with the kitchen. No real need for clothing, since it was always just so much more fun to see, and play with, the meat before cooking.

There was the elevator. Now the mystery would be solved.

The elevator door in the hall opened and the procession that exited even surprised the normally unflappable Belinda. Sharon led out, like a hunter on safari. Successful hunter, too. The game was suspended from a pole between the shoulders of Marlo and Terri. Alice, looking slightly confused, brought up the rear. Sharon led her little group into the living room and stopped before Belinda. Surveying the suspended Cici for a moment - her butt was towards Belinda, giving a tantalizing view of her delicious looking cunt, hips and thighs - she asked, “Dear, did Cici irritate you?”

Sharon looked at her from under lowered brows. “Am I irritated? No. Really, really, really pissed off? Yes. She’s tonight’s dinner if I have to do everything myself. Believe it.”

Alice clouded up. “But I thought I was next!” she wailed tearfully.

Quickly, Belinda was out of the sofa and enfolding Alice’s plush body in her arms, pressing their nude flesh, tenderly but firmly, together. “Dear one, dear girl, don’t let it bother you. I have something very special planned for you. You really deserve to be served to a large, appreciative group, and I know just the one. I have a family reunion in less than two weeks, and you’re the guest of honor. Won’t that be nice?” Alice brightened and nodded, sniffling slightly.

Releasing the girl, Belinda sent her on her way with a little pat on the bottom. “Now, young lady, why don’t you , Terri and Marlo go with Sharon. She’ll show you how to clean Cici out so we can stuff her. Then we’ll all get together and spit Cici for the rotisserie. I’m sure she’ll be as much fun as Marie, and taste just as good.”

Ignoring what sounded suspiciously like a hysterical scream muffled by a ball gag, Belinda walked over to Sharon and kissed her gently on the cheek. Cuddling her, Belinda spoke softly into her ear. “Dear, please don’t be irritated. I was planning to do her tomorrow, anyway.”

Sharon looked at Belinda in surprise. “I thought you wanted to keep her around until we needed meat. There’s plenty of meat from Marie left, not to mention some other leftovers. The cooler’s full.”

“Oh, there’s plenty of room to keep Cici, too, dear,” Belinda replied. “One of the things I had installed today was a new double sized cooler to go with our old one. We can cook as many girls as we want to, now. Without being piggish, of course.”

“Great, but…”

“And Cici was bothering me, as well. She was really more into leading these delicious muffins than being one herself,” Belinda explained with her usual off-kilter air. “I decided we’ll have far less control problems with her gone. I really think her ultimate plan was to take your place, and I couldn’t have that. Besides, who would you like to spend a month or so with, Cici or the others?”

Sharon shuddered, gave Belinda a return peck on the cheek, then waved to Alice, Terri and Marlo. “Follow me, ladies. Take up Cici and I’ll show you how to clean out a girl for stuffing.” She looked into Cici’s terrified eyes with an evil smile. “And Cici gets to find out what three feet of thick hose up her ass feels like.”

When Sharon and her three followers brought Cici to the kitchen, she was tied to the pole again. Easier to carry that way. “Well,” Belinda commented, eyeing Cici’s still slightly damp body “the poor girl must be exhausted. She’s positively limp. She really shouldn’t have spent all that energy struggling. I would think she’d want what energy she had to enjoy an orgasm or two. We’ll certainly have to make sure she has a few pop-offs, ladies. First, though, let’s put her up on the spitting jig.”

Cici seemed to come to life after the cuffs were fastened around her wrists and ankles. She certainly began squirming energetically, and the cries and moans were back, muffled by the ball gag. “We can’t have all this tossing around, young lady,” Belinda told her. “You might hurt yourself.”

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Can’t have that, Sharon thought. All they wanted to do was run a sharp shaft up her pussy to her mouth and slowly roast her body over a medium heat. Perfectly ordinary and no cause for the roastee’s concern.

Sharon happily enjoyed packing Cici’s squirming ass with the stuffing. Belinda was right, she remarked to herself as she packed the stuffing deeper with her dowel. Cici certainly got off on anal penetration.

Additional straps along Cici’s torso solved the problem and the automatic spitter was efficiently placed to begin it’s work. Prior to inserting the spit in Cici’s cunt, Belinda coated her pussy with a stimulant. “This will certainly help her enjoy the process. After all, ladies, the more she pops off the better she’ll taste.”

“Ooooh,” chorused Terri, Marlo and Alice.

“Are you going to do the same thing to us?” Marlo asked, wide eyed.

“Of course,” Belinda answered. “I firmly believe that both the girl and those dining on her ought to enjoy the experience. So much more flavorful, too.”

The three muffins squealed and clapped their hands while Sharon regarded their reaction with exasperated resignation. “I can’t wait,” Terri gushed. Neither can I, Sharon thought darkly. The three muffins were nice, tasty morsels, but a strain on the forebrain.

Marlo had a request. “Can we be tied up to watch, like we were going to be next?”

Sharon made another in her long succession of disgusted faces. She almost missed the usual struggles or hopeless resignation. Almost, but not quite. She thought of something she could do to let the screwballs enjoy the spitting, mounting and stuffing process. “Alice, you have to be free so you can baste Cici.”

“Neat!” came the squeal.

“Marlo and Terri, put your hands behind your back. I’ll tie them up and leave your legs free so you can move around and watch.”

That brought high pitched cries of joyful agreement. Belinda added, “Dear, I’ve thought of something nice for these two we can do while Cici is starting to cook.”

As she watched Sharon tie their wrists behind their backs, she explained, “Girls, once Cici is on to cook, I’ll put the grill on very low, put the bottom half of a two part spit in those delicious pussies and you can pretend you’re cooking while you watch Cici squirm on the spit. Now won’t that be fun?”

Enthusiastic agreement from two fruitcakes.

When the shaft of the spit was inserted up Cici’s pussy about eight inches or so, she convulsed and the screams changed their tenor. Stimulant at work. One climax down, more to come. As the spit slowly penetrated Cici’s body, entered the stomach, and came up through the esophagus, the convulsions got heavier and the now ungagged screams louder. Sharon and Belinda held Cici’s head at the proper angle until the spit wended its way out of her open mouth. The other three were standing behind Cici, fascinated at the sight of the shaft slowly being inserted through her body.

Once she was firmly on the spit, her legs and arms were tied, and Cici was lifted onto the rotisserie. A few more minutes work took care of Terri and Marlo. Alice, meanwhile, was now drawing an oily brush across Cici’s body, with special attention to her sensitive areas. When the front of her body was towards her, Alice happily touched up her breasts, pubic mound and cunt. The back got special attention between the base of the buttocks and on the inside of the thighs. Everything got covered, actually, but some spots got more covered that others. Cici seemed to enjoy the treatment.

Cici, for her part, was in a complete haze. She couldn’t seem to frame a coherent thought. Every time Alice’s brush stroked her cunt, her body convulsed around the rigid shaft inserted through it and an explosion went off in her brain. Everything, especially Alice’s special touchups, seemed magnified by the heat, and she stopped caring about anything else but the sensations. Down deep, she knew she wasn’t coming off the spit except to carve on a serving platter, but she no longer cared. It was like she was experiencing the ultimate fuck. A girl could only experience it once, but what a once! Her mind wandered, awash in thrills, as the heat and orgasms rose slowly.

Belinda and Sharon were sitting on kitchen stools watching the proceedings as Cici continued to cook. Belinda’s hand softly stroked the bare flesh of Sharon’s inner thigh, and she could feal the dear girl’s arm reach around her to cuddle and squeeze a breast. That was wonderfully nice, Belinda thought. Dear Sharon was so thoughtful! Directly in front of them, Cici was squirming on the spit, rotating slowly over the heat as she was basted with true enthusiastic dedication by plush, round, tasty Alice.

Still in the field of view, but slightly to one side, Terri and Marlo were side by side on the grill, lying on their bellies facing Cici. Their legs were tied to the shafts and their hands were still bound behind their backs, but their mouths were ungagged. Belinda happily enjoyed a perfect view of their deliciously round and meaty buttocks, contracting rhythmically as the dear sweet girls fucked the four foot shafts that were embedded about seven or so inches inside their pussies. The moans, gasps and low groans issuing from both girls made a wonderful background music. On the whole, Belinda reflected happily, a pleasant and homey scene.

“Dear,” Belinda said in a sultry voice, “I have some wonderful news.”

Sharon momentarily stopped playing with Belinda’s full breast to turn and give her a piercing glare. “Belinda, you only get that tone when you’re up to something. Out with it.”

“Well,” Belinda continued, “one of the reasons I expanded all of our meat processing facilities was that I got into a long conversation with Marlo and Terri yesterday, minus that insidious witch Cici. Remember I spoke to you about having both girls give milk until we’re ready to cook them? How would you like to have a real dairy here?”

Sharon snorted and grabbed both her temper and her survival instinct firmly. “And how are we supposed to do that? With these two? You don’t have to tell me I’ll be the lead cow. I can figure that out on my own, but the rest of the herd will be gone after we eat them.”

Belinda shook her head with a twinkling smile and Sharon’s thoughts got grim. Here came something outrageous that would only make sense in Belinda’s daffy world! “No, dear,” Belinda’s happy voice added, “the rest of the herd won’t be gone. Oh, of course we’re going to be serving up the girls when appropriate. I look forward to it! But it turns out that Alice, Terri and Marlo weren’t the only women interested in Cici’s little mini-cult, just the first three that she brought forward. There’s a good many more out there and Marlo knows how Cici was reaching them. I was considering bringing in about ten or so for the first batch.

“Just think, dear,” Belinda barged on enthusiastically. “Ten more spit muffins as eager as those three. You’ll just love it!”

Sharon shut her gaping mouth with a snap. Ten more like the Fruitcake Four Minus One? And an unbroken succession to follow? Suddenly, Sharon knew just what a girl about to be spitted felt like. With a deep sigh, she bid the oh-so-enjoyable relaxing atmosphere of the house good-by and resigned herself to her fate. At least Belinda would be cooking those girls and not her for the foreseeable future. A positive survival factor. “Sounds wonderful,” she grated out.

“I knew you’d love it,” Belinda chirped. “Why, Marlo’s plump round bottom is just made for broiling! Now, dear, I see that Alice is stroking herself between her thighs rather seriously. Why don’t you go get her and bring her to the couch. I’m sure both of us will be able to get her settled down.”

A loud chorus of squeals filled the room. “Oh, and please check on Terri and Marlo while you’re up. When they’re ready, we’ll have a live pussy appetizer before dinner.”

Sharon shook her head in resignation and got up to do Belinda’s bidding. “Belinda, ” she said over her back, “you’re going to drive me nuts.”

“I know, dear girl,” Belinda said complacently, “but won’t the trip be fun?”