Belinda 04: Belinda's Happy Birthday by Leo

Belinda’s Happy Birthday by Leo

Sharon sat back on a patio lounger as she watched the current collection of spit muffins happily engaged in normal spit muffin type activities: lounging, sunning on the patio, swimming in the pool , fitting one of the new members on a double spit for a light roleplay roasting, and so on. There were even a few down on the private beach engaged in frisbee or sex or attempting to lightly grill someone’s pussy and butt or something. Of course all of the muffins - and Sharon - were totally nude, lacking even body hair, because all of the muffins - and Sharon - were considered meat , waiting for a future date in the kitchen.

However Sharon - unlike the muffins - had a special status. She was Belinda’s long term companion and now manager of Belinda’s dairy and meat ranch, thus currently exempt from cooking, while the constantly rotating group of muffins were women recruited to fulfill their greatest, and final, fantasy as a superb meal or five. They got cooked, she didn’t. Sharon heartily approved of the situation.

A while back, Belinda had captured a small group of what eventually proved to be quite tasty women in the midst of forming what amounted to a cult of spit muffins. Taken with the idea, Belinda - always on the lookout for a nice girl to fricassee - expanded on it, hosting ten or so at a time. She had continued constantly recruiting for the group, summoning a replacement from who knows where when a muffin eventually fulfilled her fantasy as meat. Belinda’s lush clifftop secluded mansion on a beach just south of Miami became the site of a combination meat ranch and dairy.

The fact that Sharon, by drinking a regular hormone cocktail, gave milk, inspired the dairy. Selected (read: big breasted) muffins were administered the same hormone mixture anally ( Belinda’s preferred method for the muffins) and their milk sold to a select group of consumers. During the six or eight weeks a girl normally spent at the ranch before becoming dinner, she could expect to enjoy herself in events that ranged from the wildly sexual to the totally goofy. On the whole, just the way Belinda liked it.

Sharon stretched complacently and decided she liked the way her life was, now that the ranch idea had settled into a going concern. Of course, she was the designated muffin den mother and “lead cow”, not that she regularly participated in the constantly inventive and sometimes downright exotic muffin games. That was for them. She’d lived here for a long time, and fully intended to continue doing so for a longer time to come, and that sort of thing tended to burn one out after a while. She intended to pace herself in participation, and spend most of her time just observing, sometimes in total disbelief at what those kooks were doing. As she once told Belinda, “I don’t sit down much with this bunch. Normally, I either stand amused or stand amazed.”

Now she wore a little golden bell on a chain that stretched between the nipple clips on her bountiful breasts, a symbol of her status. She didn’t really mind the bell and chain decoration, either. It pulled her breasts together and gave her cleavage even while she was nude. Kept her from flopping around, too. Frankly, she thought it beat the hell out of the meat fork on a thong around her waist that she’d started out with. It was more fun to pinch a girl’s butt with her fingers than jab her ass with the fork, anyway.

Sharon, feeling totally decadent and indolent, reached over into the lounger next to her, and stroked Belinda’s latest acquisition. It was a large cat, panther lean, and straight from the Pound. Some odd quirk of the genetic shuffle had given the beast fur that looked pinkish in the right light. Without much delay, the whole group, less those that were gushing over the relaxed and self-satisfied beast, immediately named the cat “Belinda’s Pink Pussy”, or “Pink” for short. Pink had immediately settled into residence, allowing thirteen or fourteen naked women to minister to his every whim with the air of a monarch that had suddenly found himself with A Very Good Thing and knew just what the hell to do with it. He also, immediately and delightedly, developed a taste for properly cooked girl meat. The luckiest pink feline in the world was now a permanent fixture at the ranch.

Hearing Belinda in conversation with someone, Sharon turned to watch her bustle out of the sliding glass doors from the house to the patio. Not really out of curiosity, either. She just liked to watch Belinda move. Slightly above five feet, blonde, and in splendid physical shape, the fortyish Belinda had the spectacularly curved body of a centerfold half her age. She walked as she did everything else - with huge amounts of bustle and energy. Her normal stroll across the floor was active enough to set every exposed curve of her naked body to wiggling, jiggling, or both, and was damned exciting to watch. Needless to say, Belinda was the sole woman with a small tuft of hair on her pubis. She was the cook, not the cookee in the household.

She was also slightly askew with the world, somewhat like a family’s favorite dotty aunt. Belinda was highly intelligent and a supremely predatory dedicated woman eater, but required Sharon’s down to earth pragmatism as a counterweight. Together, they made a good team. Sharon fondly hoped they always would, since that , not incidentally, would keep her own plush curves off a cooking spit. So far, Sharon sighed to herself, so good. Let’s just keep going, girl!

“Yes, dear girl,” Belinda was saying into the phone, “I’d love to come over for a few days. I’m sure Sharon and Lisa could manage the place while I’m gone…”

Without looking up or appearing to take notice, Belinda stopped dead to allow a procession to pass in front of her into the house. It was Lisa, head spit muffin, leading a rope chain of three bound and gagged girls down to the basement cage where they would be brutally confined and spend their last hours before being shoved in the oven in hopelessness and despair. Belinda looked up at the terrified and tearful face of the middle muffin and commented in sweet tones, “Oh, Trish, dear heart, please don’t play overlong and forget you have kitchen cleanup duty tonight.” The girl so addressed, a young and beautifully shaped athletic brunette, nodded to Belinda, made an assenting sound around her gag, then went back to tearfully terrified, etc.

“Have fun, ladies,” Belinda called after the group. As well as Trish, Gracie and Buffy nodded this time. Lisa waved with a grin and jerked the rope to speed up her charges as Belinda finished her phone call.

Sharon shook her head. S&M roleplay wasn’t her bag, but a number of the girls got a rush out of it. Oh, well, different strokes for different folks. And spit muffins were certainly different folk.

“Sharon, dearest,” Belinda said as she plopped into a deck chair next to her, only to have her bare lap immediately claimed by the hedonistic Pink, “that was Leigh.” Leigh was Belinda’s niece, and just as predatory a cannibal. In fact, Belinda’s whole family regularly dined on women. Sharon shuddered at the thought. Leigh was all right, if you didn’t let her get you in a kitchen, but she had no desire whatsoever to be anywhere in the immediate vicinity when that family gathered for one of their periodic get-togethers and woman roasts. Unhealthy, that was.

Belinda stroked the cat and favored Sharon with a brilliant smile. “Leigh’s invited me over to her place for a few days. She says she has something special for me.”

“Does it have a plump pussy and nice thighs?” Sharon asked ironically.

Belinda’s laugh was like the tinkling of a bell. “Oh, my dearest, knowing Leigh I’m sure it does. She said something about a birthday gift.”

“Belinda, Lisa and the girls want to do something, too. Will you be gone long?” Sharon commented.

Belinda smiled affectionately at Sharon, placing a hand on the upper part of her bare thigh and letting one finger stretch to tease her bare pubic split. “And I’ll wager you have a hand in it too, dearest. Don’t worry, I’ll only be a few days. When I get back, maybe we can cook up Charlene. She would look so delicious on a platter with birthday candles on that nice bottom of hers.” The aforementioned Charlene had a truly spectacular rear end, the source of any number of comments about butt steaks and rump roasts, which she highly appreciated.

Sharon nodded. “Well, okay. Everything here is well in hand, as well in hand as it can be with this bunch of nuts. When you get back we’ll see if we can’t cook someone up.”

Leigh’s place was a three story detached townhouse in a cluster of such that sat at the edge of a ritzy suburb of Miami. The townhouse was very private, and more elaborate - as well as more elaborately equipped - than most, since Leigh’s father was the developer that had built the cluster. Only peripherally germane to the issue, Belinda’s whole family was loaded.

When Leigh, nude as she usually was in the house, opened the door, Belinda was standing on the stoop, an elegant vision in white silk blouse with black slacks, jeweled necklace and gold bracelets. On the whole, Leigh estimated wryly, her aunt’s outfit was worth a cool fifty thousand when the jewelry was included. “Aunt Belinda!” Warm greetings and firm hugs were happily exchanged.

“Come on in and get comfortable. We were just getting ready to start dinner cooking. These are my pantry,” she continued airily, waving to two equally nude girls that smiled shyly at the visitor. “Therese and Jane. I’ll get around to cooking them eventually, but we have another meal planned for this afternoon.”

Belinda nodded pleasantly at the two meat girls, immediately assessing their curvy flesh as quite adequate kitchen stock. As she walked further into the house, she looked across the open great room to the kitchen area. Sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island was another nude girl, somewhat slender but still quite curvy. The girl had her wrists bound behind her, her ankles cuffed together, and a ball gag distending her mouth. That may have accounted for the wide eyed shock on the girl’s face, but Belinda tended to doubt that. The stool was obviously one of the restraining type that had removable plugs up through the seat. They were inserted into the woman’s anus and pussy a good nine inches or so each to keep her immobile. In addition to the discomfort from that, Belinda was sure she could see the expression of an unwilling bitchy type of female that suddenly found herself on the menu, much to her horror. Belinda was very familiar with the expression, since she specialized in catching and cooking bitchy women. They were so much easier to make disappear, since no one really cared when one vanished. Besides, their reactions were really just so much more fun.

“That’s Ann, my assistant office manager,” Leigh remarked. “the bitch was trying to keep me from being promoted.”

Belinda gave her niece a very auntly look of remonstration. “Now dear, what have I always told you…”

Leigh rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yes, Aunt Belinda. I know. Never shop for dinner too close to home.

“But this was a special case,” Leigh continued, brightening. “It seems she resigned yesterday and ran off to South America with a boyfriend and about two hundred thousand dollars of the company’s money.”

Belinda looked at the uncomfortable menu for the night and said chirpily. “Oh. Well, I suppose since she’s run off to parts unknown, we might as well enjoy the fact she’s ended up here.”

Leigh nodded, then made an ironic face. “Especially since the theft was real. I found records when I was cleaning out her desk that she actually was embezzling from the company. It was a numbered account in the Bahamas. I have all the needed documentation to get the money when I want it.”

Belinda smiled and patted Leigh on the cheek. “Oh, that’s wonderful, dear girl! So bright of you!”

Belinda smiled as she looked at the girl again. “Well, just let me get these things off - I just threw on a few odds and ends for the trip over here - and I’ll be ready to help you get her on the spit. How are you planning to do her?” She took it for granted the woman was already cleaned out for cooking. That was normally done before a trip to the kitchen.

“Oh,” Leigh said, helping her aunt with her blouse, “through the ass. You can’t see it, but she has the nicest pussy and I really want to cook it on her. Besides, she’ll get a charge out of the girls basting her cunt.”

“That’s right, dear,” Belinda replied, starting to work on her bra. “You know I’ve always said meat tastes best after plenty of orgasms. Why, with the long term workout my spit muffins are getting, they truly taste exquisite once they are cooked.”

Leigh laughed at that, smiling and enjoying watching her aunt remove her slacks and panties. “One of these days I’m going to have to come over there. Those girls of yours sound like real fun.”

A now nude Belinda smiled at her niece. “Oh, they are dear. And Sharon loves them so much!”

Knowing Sharon, Leigh had her doubts on that last remark but nodded politely as Belinda handed her clothing to one of the meat girls. “Therese,” she said pleasantly, “would you be a dear and take these to my room? I’m sure I won’t be needing them for a while.”

A short while later, Ann found herself on her back, strapped tightly to the kitchen island, so tightly she couldn’t move. At least, she thought she couldn’t move. Things right now were really very hazy. Leigh had held a smoking opium bong under her nose for a while, and she was now in the state that medical personnel professionally termed “high as a kite”. At least she knew her legs were stretched up and back over her body, spread and shackled to two metal rods that rose, one on either side of the island. The posture was, if she really cared enough to care, embarrassing, but that emotion was out there where the fairies go right now. It was better to enjoy the golden glow of her private universe and ignore the fact that her open pussy and bottom hole were on full display for any interested observer.

There were, in fact, four interested observers. Therese and Jane were avidly enjoying the process, and wondering excitedly when their turn would come. Leigh and Belinda, on the other hand, were a bit more professional about the whole thing, not that they didn’t enjoy it. “You certainly are right, Leigh, my dear,” Belinda commented as, finger on chin, she studied the fully displayed bottom of the woman spread in front of her, “she certainly does have a very appetizing pussy steak. I quite agree it needs to be cooked on her for best flavor.”

Leigh nodded a she stepped up to the kitchen island holding what looked to be an oversized cake decorator. Inserting the elongated nozzle several inches up the intended meal’s cunt, she began to gently squeeze that bag as she commented over her shoulder, “It ought to be excellent, Aunt Belinda. Just let me get the rest of this stuffing in her and we can begin spitting her. I’d really like to get her on to cook as soon as we can.”

Belinda nodded and bustled off to help the two pantry girls wheel the automated spitting machine up to where Leigh could seat the spit securely in Ann’s ass. After coating the woman’s pussy and anus with a mild stimulant, Leigh took the end of the spit and carefully aligned it about four or five inches up the still slightly open bottom hole. She then stepped back and waved for Belinda to turn on the machine, which she did, first setting it to roleplay mode. The shaft began to pulse in and out of Ann’s ass like it was fucking her, beginning to excite the restrained woman. Belinda always felt that just because a woman was being cooked there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy the process. Besides, orgasms always gave the meat a better flavor.

For her part, Ann distantly felt the long smooth shaft smoothly progress up her ass, then begin to work back and forth like she was getting banged in the butt. Not really her thing, actually. In fact she’d never tried it, but now she could begin to see some possibilities. She could feel, approaching through the smoky opium cloud in her brain, one hell of an orgasm. Too bad, one distant part of herself told another, you could only do this once. Bummer.

When Belinda saw Ann convulse with her first orgasm, she smiled tenderly and flipped the switch the rest of the way, allowing the spit to fully penetrate the girl. Walking up beside her, she put her hand on Ann’s belly to follow the progress of the spit. Really, she decided, things were going quite nicely. Better hold the dear girl’s head so the spit could properly exit, then she’d be ready to tie down and put on the rotisserie.

Leigh’s huge kitchen had one of the new full sized electric rotisseries that allowed a girl to stretch out comfortably on the spit, and so Ann, still hazy and now mildly orgasmic, found herself a few moments later. She was as comfortable as she could be with a large ventilated metal rod run through her body from her ass to her mouth. The sensations of the heat, the rod up her butt and the oily basting brush that repeatedly coated her pussy combined to drive her onto a constant cycle of repeated orgasms. Even though she could now smell the delicious aroma of herself cooking, she was too far gone in the opium haze and sexual sensations to care.

Belinda and Leigh stood for a while, quietly watching and appreciating the sight of Ann’s glistening curves rotating over the heat. My, Belinda thought, a woman always looks so beautiful on the rotisserie. Spitting her through the ass forced a position where her hips were pushed forward and her legs slightly spread. This allowed Therese and Jane free room to use the basting brush, and every time they did, Ann’s squirming body convulsed into another obvious orgasm. “Dearest girl,” Belinda said softly to Leigh, “look at her pop off! She’s just going to taste heavenly, don’t you think?”

Leigh nodded absently, her thoughts starting to drift towards live pussy and her eyes towards the two girls doing the basting. After Ann was gone, she was going to recommend to her aunt they grabbed the two pantry girls and work off a little sexual excitement while the woman finished cooking. Hell, both of the little minxes were stroking themselves with their fingers as much as they were stroking Ann with the brush! Sex while they were waiting for Ann to get done, a delicious roast coming off the spit, and the two meat girls for recreation once she got everyone into bed later. Sounds like a plan. And a pretty active one if she knew her aunt!

She had a surprise for Belinda after dinner, though, and she ought to love it. Happy Birthday, Belinda.

Belinda decided that dinner was quite good, considering the fact that Ann really wasn’t the fleshy type that gave the best meat. She and Leigh had split the prime filet, which proved quite tender and tasty set on an equally tender and tasty filet from Ann’s inner thigh. On the whole, quite satisfactory, with plenty of good meat in the house cooler, once Ann was butchered tomorrow. Relaxed, she sat back in her chair and sipped her wine, appreciative of the excellent vintage that so complimented the dinner. “Very good, dear girl,” she complimented her hostess.

Leigh smiled in a lazy and relaxed fashion. “Thanks, Aunt Belinda,” she replied, then looked at the wall clock. “It’s just about time for your birthday surprise. Give it a few minutes longer and I’ll show it to you.”

Belinda was intrigued. “And what might that be, love?”

“You’ll have to see for yourself,” Leigh responded. “Don’t worry, it’ll be quite soon… In fact, why don’t we go upstairs right now?”

A curious Belinda followed Leigh upstairs to the third floor, noting that Leigh didn’t turn on any lights as they got there. “Got to keep it dark, so nobody can see in,” Leigh partially explained.

They entered an empty bedroom with a large telescope set up to look out the window. Leigh turned the telescope, looked through it for a moment, then sighed in satisfaction. “As regular as clockwork!” she remarked. “Come on and have a look. You can only see through that window from one place, and this is it. She hasn’t changed her routine since I first noticed her, several weeks ago, so come and watch. Enjoy yourself Aunt Belinda. It’s worth it.”

Curiosity at a fever pitch, Belinda applied her eye to the telescope and was shown a very clear view of an uncurtained window into an open and brightly lit bedroom. There was a full length mirror in the corner, facing into the room. A blonde woman was walking around in the room, one whose figure was padded by about fifteen extra pounds, but still quite firm and appealing. That much was obvious, because the woman was stark naked.

The blonde walked lazily over to stand in front of the mirror, which was angled in such a way as to give the now fascinated Belinda a clear and detailed view of both her font and back at the same time. Um, adequate breasts, Belinda appraised, with a nicely formed waistline and plump hips, just right for good hip cutlets, and promised a nicely plump pussy. Her belly was rounded but quite firm and her back was fleshy enough to promise good ribs for a barbecue. Her thighs were rounded enough to promise excellent steaks and roasts, while her buttocks were classically full and plump, just begging for seasoning and a grill. On the whole, she was just about the best meat on the hoof Belinda had seen outside of several of her muffins, and would do up beautifully with only light seasoning and a touch of butter.

She proceeded to say so. “Leigh, darling, that is without a doubt the most tasty female I’ve seen outside of captivity in a while. I would love to get her on a spit.”

Leigh nodded to the back of her aunt’s head. Belinda still had her eye glued to the eyepiece. “That’s for sure, Aunt. Just keep watching…”

The woman in the bedroom was stroking her body now, her hands wandering slowly down towards her pubic area. It was obvious from her facial expressions and body language she was in the throes of building passion. Then she reached down to a nearby table and picked up a large cylindrical vibrator. The thing seemed too thick for her, but she proceed to insert almost the whole length up her cunt without any undue effort. Holding it in place with her left hand, she began stroking her clitoris with her right. Watching the blonde’s plump buttocks flex as the fucked the vibrator, Belinda found herself getting a vicarious thrill, as well.

The performance continued for a while, until the blonde threw back her head, obviously gasping and moaning in climax. Then she removed the vibrator and staggered to her bed. The show was apparently over.

“Well!” Belinda said breathlessly as she turned from the telescope. “Does she do that every night?”

Leigh grinned. Belinda was obviously stimulated. Well, so was she. Even in the darkened room, she’d enjoyed watching her aunt’s gorgeous rear end as it flexed, swayed and wriggled while she was watching the woman. “She’s as regular as clockwork. I noticed her a few weeks ago by accident, then moved the telescope up here when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She’s just got the most tasty body, and I thought taking her myself, but then I realized your birthday was coming up and I wanted to really give you something special.

“Aunt Belinda, I’ve been checking her out. Her name’s Ashley Priest, and she’s a certified bitch. Happy Birthday, auntie. She’s just your type.”

Leigh grinned again. “I’ll fill you in on the rest about her later. Right now, the girls should have finished cleaning up downstairs. What say we go down, get them, and spend the rest of the evening banging hell out of the pair before we fall asleep? We’ll discuss Ashley in the morning over coffee.”

Belinda smiled and patted Leigh fondly on the cheek. “That’s so sweet of you, dear, thinking of your aunt like that! Yes, I think you have the perfect plan for the rest of the evening. Ashley will keep until tomorrow or the next day certainly. For right now, I think I’ll have Jane and you can have Therese and then we’ll swap. I’m sure that will be so much fun!” Almost as much fun as catching soft, round, delicious Ashley, she thought to herself.

After all, she had to keep her hunting skills up. Woman could not live by muffins alone.

The next morning, Belinda strolled up the cul-de-sac leading to Ashley’s town house. There really wasn’t all that much to see, she reflected, other than a typically nice Miami day. All of the townhouses in the development had tan concrete walls eight feet high surrounding them, with only the upper floors of the houses and a variety of trees visible over the top of the walls. Interestingly enough, the driveways were open, with no privacy gates or other obstructions. Hm.

In her left hand, she cuddled a live duckling, freshly delivered from a friend’s farm. With luck, the little fuzzy bird would be her ticket to Ashley’s acquaintance, and into her house. Leigh had told her Ashley was one of those tirelessly shrill animal rights fanatics, even forming an organization called Animals Are People Too. AAP2 for short. Add to that, the woman was actively campaigning for Dade County Council on an animal rights ticket, with a philosophy somewhere to the far extreme left of PETA. PETA, in Ashley’s loudly voiced opinion, was far too wishy-washy. Add to that the woman was obsessively addicted to schedules, doing the same thing every day at the same time without fail.

On the whole, Belinda reflected, a thoroughly objectionable woman, bidding fair to one day be one of those fat, shrill, domineering political broads that were such a pain in the ass to the world. That was a horrible waste of a truly delicious body, Belinda thought, and it was up to her to see that it didn’t happen. Instead, she told herself virtuously, it was her mission to see that Ashley served some good purpose or another. Preferably served a good purpose with parsley garnish, stuffing, and veggies.

Meanwhile, it was about time for Ashley to leave on her daily trip to her office down town, where she would engage in whatever activity AAP2 considered appropriate for the day. Belinda, being relatively normal in a woman hunting, cannibalistic way, had no conception of what such activity might be, except that it would be irritating to anyone with half a brain.

Belinda stopped next to Ashley’s open driveway, but still hidden by the wall. Now, all she had to do was wait until Ashley started her car, release the duckling to run in front of the vehicle, rush to save the poor little creature from certain disaster, then strike up a conversation with the vehicle’s remorseful driver.

A loud, out of tune rumble echoed from the garage. Good, Ashley was getting ready to back out. Now to release the bird.

As Belinda heard the engine noise suddenly rise to a roar and the tires spin, she released the duckling. Following the script, the little bird waddled across the driveway. Unfortunately, Ashley’s car shot out of the driveway on the near side of thirty miles an hour, neatly squashing the fowl as Belinda ducked back to save life and limb.

Shooting into the cul-de-sac, the vehicle, which turned out to be an SUV roughly half the size of a school bus, blasted into a screeching turn that spun it into an outward direction, it’s out of tune engine and burnt out catalytic converter emitting enough noxious fumes to kill any flock of ducks, geese or small airplanes passing at altitude. Once oriented in the proper direction, the SUV roared out of the cul-de-sac leaving behind a cloud of evil smelling smoke and a trail of rubber thirty feet long. The rapidly diminishing scream of the engine and blare of the SUV’s horn signaled bye-bye.

Belinda gazed for a moment at the ex-duckling, now road pizza, and sighed. Back to the drawing board.

The next attempt was more direct. Belinda decided to visit the office of AAP2 and see if Ashley would be interested in courting a new donor to her organization. After that, of course, getting her to Leigh’s house would be a piece of cake. Then nature, and Belinda, could take her course.

Opening the spotted glass door to a weather-beaten office building in Miami’s older, and cheaper, business section, she proceeded into a well worn foyer, pausing to check the office directory board to see just where she was going. At that point, her attention was diverted by a commotion rapidly approaching down the hall. The commotion, Ashley, was upbraiding a fiftyish, gray haired man in loud, screeching tones as she vigorously walloped him repeatedly with the large purse in her right hand.

“Bastard!” Whap. “Pig!” Whap. “You maltreater of women and children! You heartless pervert! I bet you hate furry little things, you creep!” Wham.

Ducking the fusillade and protecting himself with his hands, the man yelled back, “Cut it out, lady. I just deliver the summons, I don’t write the damned things!”

Just for variation, Ashley started kicking the man’s shins, causing him to ball up against the wall of the foyer. “People like you are nothing but limp-dicked sexual abusers! You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman if you ever had one” In thirty two years of reasonably happy marriage, the father of two college students had never been assaulted by a woman like this before. Sales girls always smiled at him, for heaven’s sake! He figured his best bet was to shut up and let the bitch wind down, then haul ass.

With a last, “Swine!”, Ashley stomped past Belinda and out the door of the office building and across the street. Somewhat bemused, she watched as Ashley barged across the street, ignoring traffic and blowing horns, threw open the door of her SUV, and shot away from the curb, causing more blowing of horns and screeching of tires.

Noticing the man was still on the floor of the foyer, Belinda bustled over to help. “Oh, my dear man! Are you hurt? Can I help? Whatever did you do to cause such a fuss?”

“Thanks, lady,” the man said as Belinda helped him up and began energetically dusting off his coat. “All I did was serve her with a court summons. I think she’s being sued by a bunch of people for something or another. Hell, she’s usually being sued! I took this particular delivery ‘cause none of the other guys would touch it, and now I know why! She just blew up all over me!”

The man slapped vigorously at the dust covering the sleeves of his suit coat. “I hope they take her for everything! Damn bitch!”

Belinda nodded. “Oh, dear man, I quite agree.”

Looking thoughtfully out the door at Ashley’s now vacant parking place, Belinda decided this particular hunt, if frustrating, was becoming quite interesting. “Yes,” she said softly, still looking at the empty parking place, “she’s quite a bitch.”

When Leigh came home from work, she found her aunt in the living room, nude as usual, sipping a glass of wine and looking very thoughtful. Jane, also nude as usual, was sprawled face down on the nearby couch, looking to be flaked out with pure exhaustion. Leigh strolled casually over to Jane and, pulling a butt cheek aside with a hand, grinned at the slowly closing evidence of one of her aunt’s (highly vigorous) around the world sessions. “Been giving my girls some exercise, auntie?”

“Only Jane, dear,” Belinda replied in a slightly abstracted voice. “Therese had to finish butchering Ann. In fact, that’s her I hear coming up from the basement with tonight’s dinner. She’s planning fajitas, I think, which ought to be very tasty, given the texture of Ann’s lower back.”

Sure enough, Therese came up from the basement and headed for the kitchen with a slab of raw girl meat on a platter. The sounds of a knife dicing the meat followed shortly thereafter. “Good thing Therese’s doing dinner,” Leigh quipped, “you gave Jane enough of a workout she looks like she’s going to be good for nothing until bedtime, and not much then.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear,” Belinda giggled, “I was merely feeling good because I finally figured out how to catch Ashley. Jane quite enjoyed our little session, judging from the noise she made. Go get normal and I’ll tell you what I have planned.”

“Headed that way, Aunt Belinda,” Leigh called over her shoulder as she started to strip while heading upstairs to the bedroom. “Save me some of that wine.”

After a few moments, Leigh was back, quite comfortable in her skin in the warm Miami weather which, along with a nice cooling breeze, was streaming in the open French doors to the patio. The only change to the scene she’d left was Jane was now curled up on her side in a fetal position on the couch, snoring gently and Belinda already had a chilled glass of wine waiting beside Leigh’s favorite chair. Crossing her legs and sipping the wine appreciatively, Leigh glanced at her smiling aunt and said, “Okay, Aunt Belinda, out with it. You look like the cat that caught the canary. What’s your plan for Ashley.”

“Oh, dear girl, this cat hasn’t caught her canary yet. She’s just planning to do so tomorrow. I want to borrow your services at the office for a few moments, the use of your pool, and the holding pen you have in the basement. Then, since tomorrow is Friday and Saturday is my birthday, I want to invite you and your girls over to my place for the merriment. I phoned Sharon today, and Lisa and the muffins are going to do a few things that ought to really be fun.”

Leigh arched her eyebrows. “Your idea of fun usually includes plenty of sex and at least one girl on the grill or in the oven, auntie. I presume Jane and Therese are invited as guests, not as the main dish?”

Belinda’s laugh was like the tinkling of silver bells. “As guests, my dear, as guests! They are, after all, your designated dinners, not mine. Besides, I have plenty of willing volunteers when the cooler gets a little sparse. No, I just thought they’d enjoy the fun. If we get there early enough, I can show you the milking. I know you would like it, and I’m certain your two girls have never seen a group of women milked before.”

Leigh shook her head with a smile. “Nope. Can’t say any of us have, and it ought to be interesting., and I always enjoy watching Sharon be milked If that event is anything to go by, the rest of the day ought to be really fun.

“Now,” she continued, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Just what do you have in mind?”

Belinda’s answering smile was predatory. “You were right, my dear. Ashley is really a total bitch. Taking her is going to be such a pleasure, not to mention how much it will improve the community! Here’s what I want you to do…”

The next day at work, Leigh took a moment to marvel what her aunt could do with her network of “dear friends”, the picked up the phone and dialed the unlisted number of the CEO of AAP2. The answer was predictable. “Who is this?”, came the first words, in an irritating voice that Leigh guessed - correctly as it turned out - was Ashley’s.

In her best professional tones, Leigh answered, “I assume I’m speaking with Ms Ashley Priest. I am the personal assistant to Belinda, and she has become interested in your cause.”

“WhothehellisBelindaandhowdidyougetthisnumber!!?” Same irritating voice.

The reply, on the other hand, was silky smooth. “To Belinda, Ms Priest, all things are possible. In any case, she has heard of your campaign for proper treatment of our furry friends and wishes to place a portion of her not inconsiderable fortune behind your efforts.”

“Oh… yes, of course, my dear. Our work is SO under funded,” Ashley said in tones that were buttery soft and/or somewhat greasy. “I ALWAYS welcome the SUPPORT of persons of Belinda’s recognized QUALITY for our NOBLE campaign…”

There was more of this, pretty much in the same vein, until Leigh could finally pry herself away from the hypocritical bitch. As she put the phone down, she felt like going to the ladies’ room and scrubbing the slime out of her ear. Frankly, the Miami community ought to vote Belinda a medal if she succeeded in sticking this broad on a spit. Leigh chuckled to herself, imagining what was going to happen at the meeting this afternoon, then turned, with some reluctance, to her work.

From her relaxing rest on the pool side recliner on the back patio, Belinda heard the unmistakable (and totally beyond overlooking) roar and screech of Ashley’s out of tune, way - way - oversized SUV as it jerked to a stop in the driveway out front. She surveyed the townhouse and congratulated herself on the preparations she’d made for this little meeting. The townhouse was immaculate and Leigh’s taste in furnishings was exquisite, thus setting the ambiance. She, herself, was in her most minimal bikini which, given her usual taste in swimwear, was quite minimal, verging on nonexistent.

Then there were the girls of Leigh’s pantry. Both Jane and Therese were dears, of course, but superfluous to the upcoming situation. They were upstairs in one of the closed bedrooms, bound and gagged. In order that the sweet things not be bored by their confinement, Belinda, always the imaginative sexual opportunist, had positioned them on the bed so they were in heavy bodily contact, then inserted four vibrators set on low. That ought to keep the darling girls mildly excited and occupied until she could come up later and free them, then help them work off some of the excitement.

Of course, a number of restraints, drugs, gags, etc. were also strategically located around the place. One never knew how an amiable and friendly first meeting might go, after all.

Being as the lady now energetically, and repeatedly, thumbing the front doorbell was Ashley Priest, the meeting was going downhill. Rapidly. Ashley’s sales pitch was under full sail by the time her foot crossed the threshold. “BELINDA - may I call you Belinda? Belinda, it’s such a PLEASURE to meet someone of your refinement and willingness to AID the much abused quadripedal persons of our FAIR community. Let me TELL you…”

Which Ashley did, at length. Complete with histrionic gestures. Completely ignoring the nearly total expanse of Belinda laid out so carefully to entice prey. And the exposition continued, nonstop, as Ashley led the way into the living room, Belinda reluctantly following.

From the fact that Ashley had yet to take a discernible breath since entering the townhouse, Belinda was forced to conclude that the woman must have lungs like a whale. She tried to break into the nonstop torrent of words. “Dear, wouldn’t you like to change and join me by the pool? There are spare swimsuits and changing facilities in the front room.”

No pause in the verbal river. Ashley had apparently never noticed, just as she had never noticed how her hostess was more or less - mostly less - dressed. This was becoming quite irritating.

Belinda tuned out the words and studied, finger supporting her chin in her favorite thinking pose, the problem Ashley was presenting. Exactly how did one subtly seduce a prospective victim that was totally unaware she was being subtly seduced? A puzzle.

Ashley was now into presenting her funding requests/speculative demands. “Why, with even ONE million, let alone TWO million, much could be done to SAVE the American nutria…” And on through a catalog of wildlife, complete with a congressional pork sized budget for each furry critter.

As Belinda was an educated person, and aware that the nutria had been imported into Louisiana in the 1960s to farm for the fur trade, she recognized the old flimflam when it was thrown at her. This broad was not only an obnoxious, pushy bitch, she was either quite dishonest or pretty damn dumb. Even money as to which one.

When Ashley, caught up in her own eloquence, began addressing the Great Outside, via the open sliding glass door and waving to illustrate her many convincing, convincing, convincing points, Belinda made a decision. Striding decisively into the kitchen, Belinda took down the largest, heaviest frying pan from it’s hook and hefted it thoughtfully. Then, holding it baseball style, she strode back into the living room.

Ashley was - what else - still holding forth. “Why, BELINDA, even such a tiny amount as FIVE million would do UNTOLD good for…”

BLANG-G-G-G!

Belinda put down the frying pan with deep satisfaction as she surveyed the prostrate, unconscious, and blessedly quiet woman at her feet, now out for the count. Hm. Better release Jane and Therese. There was now quite enough to do with undressing, cleaning, enema, and body hair removal before she could be deposited bound and gagged (ESPECIALLY gagged) in the holding pen, to await Leigh’s arrival. On the whole, she decided, Ashley would be better off at her own house for the night.

She had better restraints and soundproofing than Leigh.

Pre-warned via phone call earlier, Sharon was ready for the small parade that trooped triumphantly through the mansion’s front door. In the lead, fully dressed, was Belinda, smiling victoriously at all and sundry. Behind her was Leigh, also dressed, also smiling, but big eyed at the sight of twelve or so nicely formed naked women gathered to welcome Belinda home. Following Leigh were two girls wearing only T shirts, Jane and Therese, acting as game bearers. The game, newly extracted from the trunk of Belinda’s Mercedes, was naked, hung by her ankles and wrists from a pole the girls carried. That had to be Ashley.

Since Ashley was carried in butt first, Sharon and everyone else was treated to an excellent view of some splendid haunches, with a superb and meaty cunt nestled between them. This view, of course, despite the squirming struggles and muffled squalls of what was evidently a thoroughly enraged and highly energetic bitch. Since Sharon, and, by extension, the whole group, was fully informed as to the fact that Ashley was a thoroughgoing bitch, not to mention the fact that she was at the upper levels of Olympic caliber bitchdom, nobody was really all that interested in getting said bitch off the pole.

“I’ll take her from here, Belinda,” Sharon said, “if the girls will just bring her along behind me. Lisa, please come with me and we’ll get tomorrow’s dinner tucked away for the night.

“Leigh, you can leave your clothes in that dressing room by the door. Welcome to the hamster cage, girl. Belinda’s dairy and meat ranch is here to ensure your stay is a pleasant one.” With that, Sharon led the way down to the basement, grim pleasure evident in every line of her body. Leigh waved bye-bye to Ashley’s enraged face as the girls carried her off.

After things settled down, Leigh was able to make an assessment of Belinda’s ranch and the collection of women therein. First, it took her a while to wrap her mind around a gaggle of females that all regarded their destiny as the dinner table and were happy about it. Her own pantry was living proof that such women existed. It was just that she’d never encountered such a large group like this previously. A long casual talk with Sharon confirmed the fact that , yes, the girls were all eager for the “kitchen experience”, and that, yes, it was hard for a normal mind to deal with that many “meat fetishes” at once, and that, yes, they were all nuts. On the other hand, Belinda’s house was stocked with a really nice collection of edible females.

Feeling a feathery touch on her bare ankles, Leigh looked down and beheld Pink, king of the house. Fortunately, she was already aware of his existence due to any number of long and energetic phone conversations with her aunt. Ergo, she didn’t gasp in shock and jump sky high. She did, however, squat down and perform the required rituals of cat greeting. Was it incest, she wondered, to be stroking her aunt’s Pink Pussy in front of all the muffins?

Which brought her attention back to the girls. Watching the various members of the group, Leigh was struck by how comfortable, sensual, and relaxed they all were. There was a lot of casual touching, even some literal grab ass, and all of the muffins didn’t seem to mind doing the most amazing things with, and to, each other wherever and whenever the mood took them. Actually, the atmosphere was much like Belinda’s outlook on life: relaxed and happy, if also sexual and goofy.

The crowd seemed made up of women ranging in age from their early twenties to around forty, plus or minus, and most of them with a few extra pounds. Of course, there was no real fat or flab in view, just girls with smooth bodies, plenty of curves and measurements that were a little more than society’s ideal of the hardbody. Again, that made sense for an assortment of women that were here primarily for their meat.

One exception was a trim but curvy young woman with long black hair crowned by, of all things, a French maid’s cap. It would be interesting to know that story and/or kink. Maybe later. Right now, enjoy. Leigh, like Sharon, found it slightly difficult understanding the motivation of so many women to be muffins, but she was profoundly thankful they were all here. Reaching down, she picked up the arrogantly affectionate beast at her ankles and went to join the night’s activities.

After a while, Leigh found herself on a couch, drink in hand, in friendly conversation with a woman around forty named Charlene, and things began to make sense. Charlene had no problems discussing her own enthusiasm for becoming a dinner. “Look around,” Charlene said as she gestured casually at the relaxed groupings scattered around the house’s huge great room. “For the first time in our lives, we’re all enjoying complete freedom from society’s restraints. Oh, I know I’ll end up on the carving platter, but I don’t really care. The way Belinda does it, I’ll be going out with the ultimate sexual experience, and it’s a fantasy I’ve been nursing for years. I just decided one day to go all the way and I don’t intend to regret it.

“Hey,” she continued after a sip of her own drink, “there’s one big attraction, too. I’m sure you’ve noticed that most of us are a little bigger than the norm.” Grinning, she hefted her large breasts. “Not just here, either. - These puppies give milk too, and being milked is a really fun way to start the day. - But the fact remains that I’d be run off as an eyesore if I dared show up on South Beach wearing a bikini among all those twenty year old hardbodies. A lot of the rest of the girls are also in the same boat. More power to the ones that aren’t.”

Leigh grinned. “Speaking as a gourmet, I consider your form marvelously attractive.”

Charlene dimpled. “You’re sweet. I hope you’re here when Belinda cooks me. I’m sure I’ll taste as good as I look.

“But,” she continued, “that’s the point. Most of us are women with real curves, and society doesn’t really worship that type. Here, though, I’m the ideal of beauty, and all of us are thrilled at the way we’re treated as totally desirable. Until I got here, I was straight, but I really get off on the way all of these women want to have sex with me because my big body turns them on. The feeling is reciprocated, too. These last few weeks have been the best, and most licentious, of my life, and they’re a fitting reward for becoming a meal. Leigh, you’ve got a trim little figure, really great, but you have to realize that, for the first time, I’m getting the same appreciation you get, and not just because someone wants to eat a steak from my thigh. We’re all, even the trim ones, getting off on the idea of total acceptance and desire.”

Charlene stood up, turned around to give Leigh a view of a truly spectacular rump, and smiled over her shoulder. She slapped a round, meaty buttock. “See this? I’m automatically disqualified from the “Best Butt” competitions because Belinda says it wouldn’t be fair to the other girls. I can have someone on it every night I want. For the first time in my life, I’m in demand, and I don’t have to worry my that ass is too big.”

Leigh’s expression showed her appreciation for the top grade mounds of smooth buttock meat Charlene was showing her. “I can certainly understand that. Can I make a reservation to get on that ass tonight?”

Charlene grinned again, and wiggled her bottom just enough to induce a slight, sexy wobble in her buttocks. “Thought you’d never ask.”

The next morning, Leigh got up early, as was the habit in Belinda’s house, but a little groggy. Despite her own considerable sexual experience, Charlene had known a few tricks with sex toys that were completely new, and really enervating. Charlene was gone, with a parting, “Gotta go get ready. Today’s Belinda’s birthday party and we’ve got a lot planned!”

If it was anything like what had happened in bed last night, today was going to be an experience to remember!

She wandered out to the patio, to find a coffee service and a light breakfast buffet already set up. Belinda and Sharon were calmly sitting in lounges, drinking coffee and enjoying the beautiful South Florida morning along with the cat. There was another woman on the patio, too. It was Ashley, gagged, ankles cuffed, and wrists bound behind her, standing against a large wooden pillar set into the patio concrete. Interestingly enough, although the obnoxious woman looked a little haggard, she had an air about her that combined discomfort with a heavy dose of sexual excitement. A closer look revealed what appeared to be an inch thick rubber hose running from the pillar and entering between Ashley’s plump buttocks.

“Hello, dear,” Belinda called sweetly, holding her cheek up for Leigh to kiss good morning. “I hope you had a pleasant night.”

Sharon smiled when she saw Leigh eyeing the hose leading into Ashley’s butt. “It’s a restrainer one of the muffins dreamt up. You insert the thing up a girl’s ass, blow it up with compressed air, and there’s a bulb on the end inside her that inflates to about the size of a tennis ball and gets rock hard. She’s not going anywhere because the bulb won’t come out and the inflated hose keeps her tight little hole nicely open for whatever you stuff in her.”

Giving Ashley another look, Leigh fixed herself a plate and a cup of coffee, then joined the other two. “She looks a little stressed.”

Sharon frowned. “She’s not stressed, except that she wants to get laid in the worst way. Right now, her cunt’s probably as open as a highway tunnel. She spent the night struggling and screaming, so I went down this morning and had a little talk with her.”

Leigh shuddered. When Sharon wanted to, she could terrify a convict with one of her little “talks.”

Sharon continued with a grim smile. “She was worn out and thirsty, so I gave her some wine with Belinda’s patented mixture in it. Right now, she’s mellowing out from one drug, and the other little chemical in the drink makes her as horny as a mink in season. Pretty soon, she won’t care about anything but sex. And, with what the girls have planned, she’s going to see plenty that will keep her batteries charged.”

“And what is that, darling?” Belinda asked. “You told me they wanted to make the day special.”

Sharon nodded. “True. They all wanted to throw you a big bash, so we planned plenty of entertainment and your favorite dinner.”

Belinda squealed with delight. “Oh, pot roast! Oh you darling girl… you and all the muffins, of course! Ashley will just make such a wonderful pot roast! She has absolutely the perfect body for it! Why, those plump hips and thighs are mouthwatering!”

Leigh, glancing at Ashley, wasn’t sure what the bitch would make of Belinda’s compliment. Ashley’s eyes widened from momentary shock and fear, but then began to lose focus again and her body began squirming. From the way she was flexing her hips, it looked like Ashley was trying to fuck the hose in her ass. Belinda’s drugs were amazing.

“What’s the entertainment?” Leigh asked. With this crowd, it ought to be good.

Sharon shook her head and smiled ironically. “Muffins never cease to amaze me. They want you to judge a milking contest, Belinda. That’s why nobody has been milked today. After that, we’ll get to preparing dinner, since pot roast takes a while to cook. Audrey wants to make the soup and sauce base, too. While Ashley’s cooking, you get to judge a “Prime Filet” contest. Dinner’s next, and you and Leigh can play with the winners afterwards.”

“Oh, my dear!” Belinda trilled. “You darlings have certainly gone all out for my birthday! Why, I’m totally thrilled! I’m certain I’ll enjoy this day immensely.”

Sharon nodded with a little smile. “That’s kind of what I figured. Actually, Belinda, I’m a bit touched also at what the girls wanted to do. Today ought to be fun.”

She turned to Leigh. “Leigh, will you come back in to the dairy with me and milk me? On the way, I have to tell Lisa to start setting up the contest. By the time we finish, the girls ought to be ready.”

Things were just about ready by the time Leigh and Sharon got back to the patio. Loungers had been folded flat and positioned to make an impromptu stage and the milk girls were already positioning themselves on hands and knees on the loungers, with Belinda bustling around and enjoying herself hugely by “helping”. There were already enough milkmaids available that, while Leigh was appointed honorary milkmaid for the contest, Sharon could opt out to become the judge. Pink, Jane and Therese, not to mention a squirming, flexing, and slightly moaning Ashley, were the audience.

After everyone was in place, Sharon addressed the crowd. “Okay, ladies, we’re going to do this by teams. Lisa worked up the judging criteria, so we owe her a vote of thanks.” Pause for a short round of cheers and applause. “Teams will be judged by speed, and amount of milk, factored by the size of the milk girl’s breasts.” Measuring everyone’s breasts had been a fun occasion the night before.

“Remember,” Sharon continued, “there’s absolutely no way to properly milk a woman fast, so don’t try for too much speed and end up hurting your milk girl. It’ll only make her milk dry up, so be gentle. If she has a hard time getting started, you can use a vibe in her pussy or ass to stimulate her just like we normally do in the morning, but the important thing is to get as much milk as you can. Just drain her into the bowl and we’ll weigh the bowls. Once I’ve tallied up all the points, I’ll declare the winner. Got it?” Another general cheer announced everyone understood.

“Now, everyone in position.” There was a general shifting as the milk girls got settled on hands and knees with the milkmaids kneeling in front of them and holding their breasts. Looking around to check, Sharon was satisfied everything was ready. She looked at the happily smiling Belinda sitting on a deck chair next to her. “Okay, Belinda, you call it.”

“Thank you, dearest,” Belinda said with a bright smile that acknowledged the eager looks of the contestants. “Ladies, I think all of you are wonderful. Now, get ready… Go!”

Sharon sat down next to Belinda and began to enjoy the show, and it promised to be fun. Immediately after being given the word, the milkmaids began stroking the milk girls’ breasts to prime the nipples. A few tried to go too fast at first, but a word from their partners settled them down, and it wasn’t long before each milkmaid was rhythmically squeezing streams of milk from their teammate’s breasts. It amused Sharon that Audrey, curvaceous but too slim to be a milk girl, was still wearing the French maid’s cap she wore everywhere as she milked her partner. It was kind of like a fantasy tableau, where the maid, as naked as her mistress, was giving her a morning milking as part of her personal service duties. Hm. Interesting fantasy. Might be fun to play like that with Audrey some time.

Things continued with a controlled frenzy for about five minutes, then the first milk girl yelled, “That’s it!” It wasn’t long before the rest followed, fast enough that Sharon had to scramble to note what order who was in. After weighing each bowl and factoring in breast size, the team of Audrey and her partner, a buxom girl named Callie, were proclaimed the winner to general applause and words of good sportsmanship. Jane, Therese, and even the somewhat preoccupied Ashley were wide eyed, with the look of women having witnessed an event that defied normal imagination. Pink took the whole thing in stride.

Sharon snorted. Events that defied normal imagination were pretty much standard occurrences around Belinda’s house. Belinda hugged the winning team and promised both a spot in her bed that night. If Sharon knew Belinda, those girls had better be ready for a workout, because it was going to be a highly active night… all night.

Belinda bustled over to Jane and Therese. “Ladies,” she said, placing a friendly arm around each waist, “the girls and I will be busy for the next little while. Would the two of you be dears and go give poor Ashley some relief? From the way the poor thing is wriggling, she really wants to pop off so badly, but just can’t quite get there on her own. Can you help her?”

A glance at the prospective dinner showed her to be squirming, wriggling, clenching her bottom around its intruder, and rubbing her meaty thighs together. Yep, Sharon thought, that girl’s fit to bust a big one, but can’t get there without help. Leigh’s two pantry girls would be just the thing.

Apparently the Jane and Therese thought so, too. They happily set to with a will, each mouthing one of Ashley’s full breasts while they let their fingers do the walking between her thighs. Writhing, muffled moans, and periodic gasps indicated that Ashley was appreciative of the attention. Another minor problem solved, Belinda style.

Meanwhile, the crowd had brought out a large black cauldron and set it over the fire pit. While one girl started the fire, the rest filled the thing with water from the kitchen.

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Watching the bucket brigade at work, Leigh commented, “That’s a bit small for boiling a girl, isn’t it?”

Sharon nodded. “Yep. When our captured-by-cannibals-and-boiled-alive fantasy bunch want a thrill, we use a hot tub twice that size. This Is Audrey’s special pot for making sauce and soup base.”

Leigh’s expression showed bright interest. “Yum! Sounds interesting! But I thought Belinda wasn’t really big on boiled meat?”

Sharon laughed. “She isn’t, although I guess we’ll end up doing Audrey that way when it comes her turn. The woman’s got a real thing for it, and we always try to accommodate a muffin’s fantasies if possible. We had to put a wooden base inside the pot so she won’t burn her feet while the rest of her is simmering, but she’ll be going right to the edge, and farther than most can.”

She smiled at Leigh. “But we won’t be adding boiled meat to the menu today, although Audrey would love it. It’ll get hotter than most of these girls can stand before we finish with her, but it will still be role play. On the other hand, when we finally get her out of there, you won’t believe the flavor Audrey will give that soup. Just watch.”

After a few minutes, during which the cauldron was filled with the appropriate level of water and somewhat heated, Audrey was brought out by several of the muffins. She was freshly washed, wearing high heeled wooden beach slippers and her French maid’s cap, which nicely set off the way her hands were bound behind her. Without any ado, the girls lifted Audrey out of her beach slippers and into the warm water. Others brought out a variety of vegetables and other ingredients, and Audrey briefly stood up. One of the girls busied around her, but Leigh couldn’t see what she did.

“Are you enjoying our French maid soup and sauce, dear?” a musical voice spoke at Leigh’s shoulder.

Leigh turned her head to look at Belinda. “It’s very interesting, Aunt Belinda,” she replied. “What are the ingredients?”

Belinda waved a hand negligently at the girl in the pot. The water was now beginning to show a little steam. “Oh, the usual, dear. You know, veggies, spices, a vibrator, a nice juicy girl. The normal things.”

Leigh giggled. “And so she’s…”

Sharon chimed in. “Uh-huh. The usual, especially a girl that gets really juicy at the thought of being stew. Actually, once you taste it, it’s pretty good. There’s definitely the pussy taste. Good appetizer, and it makes you kind of horny, too.” She pointed at Pink, swishing his tail, sitting calmly near the cook pot and watching with great interest as Audrey plus vibe started to squirm in the heating water. “Damn cat loves the stuff.”

Callie came out with a long handled soft brush and, dipping the brush into the water between Audrey’s legs, began a slow up and down motion with it. “Stimulating the meat,” Sharon explained.

Evidently the stimulation, and the vibrator, were working, because Audrey was putting on quite a show, writhing and wriggling in the hot water as she groaned her appreciation for the situation. Just about everybody was watching Callie stir up the stew meat, including a wide-eyed Ashley. Eventually the prime ingredient in the soup pot began a rapid series of rising gasps, followed by a low moan. This sequence was immediately repeated a number of times. “My,” Belinda commented happily, “I always enjoy watching someone have a little innocent fun. This particular batch ought to be quite flavorful.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sharon added dryly, “this one’s going to be good. We’ll have to count noses at the dinner table and make sure nobody is down under the table licking up a little extra from one or more of the diners.

“Not that I mind, you understand,” she added with a wryly resigned look at Leigh, “but I like a little peace during the meal.”

“Oh, I’m sure there won’t be any sort of problem, dearest,” Belinda said with a pat on Sharon’s hip. “The girls will certainly behave themselves, more or less. I think.

“Now I simply must get to the kitchen and make sure Lisa is getting the roasting pot ready. I’ll also need several sauce pots full of the soup to boil down for my special meat sauce. Must go, dears, things to do.” With that, Belinda bustled off to busy herself in the kitchen.

After a short (noisy) while, an exhausted and overheated Audrey was lifted out and placed on the patio next to the pool to recover before showering off for dinner. As soon as she was laid out, Pink strolled over and began industriously licking Audrey like she was some kind of giant lollipop. “That cat’s an opportunist,” Sharon commented with a grin. “I told you he liked girl soup.”

Leigh had lost track of Ashley while watching Audrey cook. She suddenly noticed the main course wasn’t at her usual post. “Hey, Sharon, where’s dinner?”

Sharon sat down and waved Leigh to sit next to her. “The girls took her back to the kitchen while we were watching the performance. Something special for Belinda. Sit down and relax. You’ll enjoy it.”

It wasn’t long before Belinda came bustling out onto the patio and threw herself into one of the loungers, barely missing an outraged, but quick, Pink. “They asked me to leave, dears,” she explained. Then she smiled brilliantly. “They said they wanted to surprise me.”

The surprise wasn’t long in arriving. After a few minutes, the muffins tumbled onto the patio in a chattering group, followed by Lisa pushing a large serving cart. The cart held a woman-sized platter, and on the platter was Ashley, bound and stretched out on her belly, a large apple having replaced the ball gag. Someone had inserted a plug between her plush buttocks. Attached to the plug so it would be held upright was a lit candle. In other words, Ashley was now Belinda’s birthday meal. “Oh, my dears,” Belinda gushed, “she looks simply wonderful! What a marvelous surprise!”

“Happy Birthday, Belinda!” came the loud and disorganized chorus from all the girls.

One even started the dreaded song. “Ha-a-a-ppy…” Sharon smacked her on the back of the head to stop the nonsense. “Hate that song,” she muttered. “There’s absolutely no way anyone can sing it right, especially this bunch of nuts.”

A closer look at Ashley revealed she didn’t care if she was received by cheers, gushing, or off key music. Eyes clenched shut in concentration, she was flexing her bottom rapidly, fucking the plug in her ass. She was loaded with sexual stimulant, Sharon figured, and so far gone she didn’t care what, or where, she had something in her body. The woman just wanted to get off. A low, muffled moan revealed she was adequately doing so at the moment.

Belinda blew out the candle in Ashley’s ass, to the cheers and applause of all, including, amazingly enough, Sharon. Everyone else cheered the ceremony. Sharon was cheering the fact that they were just about finished with the folderol and could now get down to getting Ashley on to roast.

It was the work of a few minutes to wheel Ashley back into the kitchen, then transfer her to the work island, where Sharon and Leigh took over the preparation chores, authoritatively supervised by Pink. Ashley seemed to miss the plug when Sharon removed it from her butt, but started getting off again when Leigh began stuffing her gaping bottom hole with stuffing, packing it deeper every so often with a thick smooth dowel. After her pussy was packed, two vibrating plugs were inserted in her pussy and ass to keep the stuffing in place and her body was rubbed down with Belinda’s special sauce. Then she was transferred, still stretched out on her belly, to a large glass roasting pot with a block under her chin to hold her head up and out of the water. As water was poured into the pot to a level about half way up the side of her body, Leigh dusted her down with salt, pepper, a little oregano and some dried onion flakes. Sharon added some powdered gravy to the water. “Gives her that extra flavor,” Sharon commented.

Leigh grinned. “Oh, she’ll be flavorful, all right. Looks like she’s really going to town on those vibes.”

Sharon studied the way Ashley was moaning around the apple and squirming, then nodded in agreement. Ashley may be a bitch, but she was going out with a bang. Plenty of them, in fact. Needless to say, the herd of muffins was avidly taking in the whole process. A few were even squirming in sympathetic sexuality.

Pink had hopped up on the island to get a better view. When he placed his front paws on the pot rim and began to lean over Ashley, Sharon picked him up and dropped the indignant feline on the floor. “No bites until after she’s carved. Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut.” That seemed to mollify the cat.

Once Ashley was in the oven with the big glass door shut, the heat was set to gradually rise until heat stoke got her and she could begin to really cook. In her pot, Ashley had a vague realization of where she was and what was going to happen to her, but she didn’t really care. Her entire body was filled with sexual sensation, far more than her repressed sexuality had let her ever feel before in her life. As succeeding orgasms rolled through her body, she gave herself up to the heat and sensations. When she began to smell the heavenly aromas and realized it was herself cooking, her only regret was that she wouldn’t be around to enjoy the delicious taste of her own delectable meat.

Can’t have everything. And, oh, here came another one!

All the girls were gathered around, watching Ashley squirm and writhe in the pot, ripples of muscle convulsions running through her torso as she orgasmed yet again. It amused Sharon that the muffins, who knew perfectly well they were destined for the same or similar fate, could get off with such intense sexuality at the sight of a woman cooking. Something she’d never understand, but saw no reason to argue about.

Instead, Sharon was thoroughly appreciating the view. Ashley, of course, was putting on quite a show in the pot, and was proving almost as entrancing as a woman roasting on a spit, one of Sharon’s favorite sights. However, the foreground was just as interesting. From her position, standing somewhat behind the mob clustered around the oven, she was enjoying the flex and wiggle of plump round buttocks as their owners expressed their excitement in body language. Hell, even the cat was wagging his tale, although it was much more fun watching the muffins wag theirs.

For a moment, Sharon let her mind drift forward to what was going to happen in the future. Intense sex when Ashley was finally gone, of course, and a part of her mind began choosing which one of the lush, curvy girls she wanted with her on the couch. The way the girls always got worked up over cooking a live woman, any of them ought to be fun, but Charlene ought to be the best choice. Yum, big soft cuddly bottom and really tasty pussy!

Then there was the prime filet judging due to take place after the orgy settled everyone down. That ought to be fun, too. Line all the muffins up on the improvised stage on the patio on their backs, then they’d pull their knees back to their chests to display their cunt steaks. Sharon was one of the judges, and she looked forward to using her little measuring stick to gauge the length of the clitoris, pinching the outer lips to check meat quality, and dipping a finger into each contestant to check taste. Oh, yes, that was definitely going to be fun.

About then, Sharon heard the house security system announce someone was in the driveway. Now who the hell could that be, showing up at a moment like this?! Damn!

Since everyone was otherwise occupied, it looked like it fell to her to handle whoever it was. Well, if she didn’t want so see them- and she didn’t- she could always turn off the doorbell and ignore whoever in hell was bothering her at this otherwise wonderful moment.

Pacing to the door, she glanced in the security monitor, and found herself gaping. Poised on the stoop were three cute blonde girls, early twenties at a guess. Their jeans and T shirts displayed the slim, curvy hard bodies so popular on South Beach. They were each perfect examples of magazine cover girls and Sharon detested them on sight.

At first, she was tempted to ignore the trio, then decided to find out what was going on, this time. First give ‘em the shock treatment.

Suiting action to thought, she abruptly threw open the front door, only to meet disappointment. Normally, the first unanticipated sight of Sharon’s lush nudity stopped visitors dead in their tracks. Not this bunch. All three smiled brightly, as though what they were looking at was totally normal, and the one in the middle piped up. “Hi! You must be Sharon! You know, this place is, like, totally awesome! We’re here to meet with Belinda.”

Sharon closed her eyes briefly, gathering her patience. She hated that choppy, up and down Valley Girl voice that was so popular among the more brainless of the current junior generation. No help for it, if Belinda had asked them here for some unimaginable reason. Obviously these broads (junior grade) knew what was going on. Best bring them in and ask Belinda to handle the matter.

No reason to be easy about it, though. “Come in,” Sharon said gruffly. “Bare skin is the dress code in this house. You can leave your clothes in the dressing room here by the door.”

Not even that deterred the trio. As they undressed, revealing the trim, flat bellied, curvy bodies Sharon suspected (and dreaded) they had, she decide it was definitely time to find Belinda and discover what screwy plot the woman had hatched to make her life miserable this time.

It turned out she didn’t have to find Belinda. She’d bustled up behind her while the girls were getting undressed. “Belinda, just what in hell…” she began, but a smiling Belinda stilled her comment with a soft finger on her lips.

“Now dear girl,” Belinda began in that voice that said something new and screwy was about to happen. Sharon could feel the abyss beginning to open up beneath her.

“You work so hard taking care of the muffins, I decided you could use a little help- understudies as it were- so my brother found these girls. Aren’t they grand?” Belinda gave her a brilliant, overwhelming smile.

Sharon was underwhelmed. “You’ve hired someone?” she gasped, the abyss yawning wider, music laden with dread beginning to swell in the background.

“Oh, no, darling,” Belinda chirped, clasping her hands and tilting her head to smile sweetly. The ominous background music rose in volume, heralding disaster.

“You’ve HIRED somebody?!!!” Sharon yelled.

“Oh, no, no, no, dear one,” Belinda burbled sweetly. “I haven’t hired these girls.” Sharon could feeling herself dropping into the abyss. It used to be such a nice little goofy world she inhabited, she thought with real regret.

“They’re interns, darling. YOUR interns.”