Belinda 08: Belinda and the Miami Junior Womens' Club by Leo

Belinda and the Miami Junior Women’s Club by Leo

From where Sharon was standing after she walked out of the huge mansion with Belinda, the ten acre back lawn was full of sleek faux blondes in their mid and late thirties wearing tastefully daring designer bikinis and expensive sunglasses. She hated these social engagements, but Belinda always insisted. Said she had to network in the community and she wanted Sharon there as ‘real company’ while she performed the chore. Oh well, at least the food ought to be good.

The food, a stocky, full breasted, naked dishwater blonde currently bound and gagged, sitting on a restraining stool next to the rapidly heating barbecue pit, could probably have done without the invitation. Sharon noticed her squirm, but not too much. She wasn’t tied down; thick, eight inch long removable pegs slid up through the seat of the stool into the woman’s pussy and ass and effectively held her immobile. At least, Sharon thought, she’d be open when it came time for stuffing and spitting.

As she and Belinda walked out onto the lawn to join the herd, Sharon noticed more than a few looks directed their way. Of course, she reflected, Belinda was the cause of most of them. Belinda was in her early forties and her short naturally blonde hair topped a body that was a figure model’s dream. Sharon could get wet just watching Belinda’s fabulous figure jiggle in all directions as she bustled around back home. Of course, she was always nude at the house, as was every other girl on the place, but her current tastefully daring designer bikini allowed a view of a good bit of flesh and blatantly hinted at what was nominally hidden.

Still, Sharon mentally preened as she decided she was getting some of the looks, also. They were welcome to look, too. She knew her 38D-28-38 figure on a five nine frame was getting nicely toned from the regular aerobics and other exercise she was taking with the spit muffins. And her bikini was just as tastefully daring as Belinda’s or any other on the lawn, if not as tiny as she would normally wear or as near to nonexistent as Belinda’s normal beach apparel. One simply had to keep up appearances at the bimonthly meeting of the Miami Junior Women’s Club.

Every other month, a select group of the richest trophy wives and social climbers met here at Denise Darlington’s huge mansion for networking under the Miami sun and a girl roast. Usually, the meal was one of the purchased South American girls like those Sharon could see dotting the group, totally naked except for maid’s cap and tiny apron, acting as servants. This time the intended dinner appeared to be local, and Sharon was mildly curious as to who caught the woman and why.

Belinda could teach this entire bunch a thing or two about catching a woman, Sharon reflected, not to mention flavoring one for the kitchen. Belinda was a superb huntress, specializing in a particular type of prey. She only captured those she considered real bitches and termed it ‘cleaning the gene pool’. Before cooking, said bitches were marinated with plenty of orgasms, too, which lent the meat an excellent flavor, something normally lacking when the Junior Women’s Club cooked a girl. Belinda was also an excellent cook and could certainly show these rich broads a thing or two about how to season and prepare a whole roasting girl.

Sharon snorted as she again considered the members of the Miami Junior Women’s Club. Dyed hair, personal trainer/expensive surgeon created figures, and attitudes pretty well summed up the majority of the bunch. Most looked unnatural without a cell phone in their ear. Half of these women might as well have HIGH MAINTENANCE shining in neon over their heads; it was just that blatant. Of course, there were some decent types in attendance, too, and that made the occasion more bearable. Still, Sharon much preferred being back at Belinda’s mansion on the beach cliff just south of South Beach, buck naked and free to play with any of the spit muffins while a selected muffin squealed and squirmed and orgasmed on a spit over the barbecue.

Apparently someone else did, too. “Belinda, I’m not really impressed by this gaggle.”

The voice belonged to Julie, a spit muffin Belinda had brought along. “Dear,” Belinda had told her before leaving the ranch, “I’m going to be doing a little business at this meeting. I want you to accompany me as a demonstrator model. If everything goes well, I’ll be more than happy to spit and roast you the next time we need meat after the meeting.”

Needless to say, that had gotten Julie’s happy cooperation. The spit muffins were the result of a chance visit to Belinda’s private and isolated South Florida beach by a group of four women that had dedicated themselves to fulfilling their greatest fantasy: being the main dish at a feast. Once Belinda had finished discussing their fantasy, the four had gone on to great heights in her kitchen. As a result of this early group, Belinda had made the happy discovery that there were a small but continuous supply of toothsome women that shared the same meat fantasy and had promptly opened Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy in her humble five million dollar mansion (land value not included).

Belinda provided luxury accommodations for at least ten prospective meals at a time, giving the larger breasted ones a hormone cocktail that started them lactating (the Dairy part), and permitting them total sexual freedom within the bounds of the house. In return, while they were a part of the Ranch they lived in a state of complete nudity - even lacking body hair since they were on the menu - and provided sex to all comers while eagerly awaiting the fulfillment of their greatest fantasy: becoming pussy platters. The milk was sold to a select group of consumers, while the meat was strictly for home consumption. And great consumption it was, too. The taste of a spit muffin with weeks of unbridled sexual excess behind her was fantastic!

While she enjoyed the taste of the spit muffins - orgasms DID add wonderful flavor to woman meat and those girls had plenty of them - Sharon had one highly accurate and all encompassing opinion of the women that volunteered for the Ranch and it’s kitchen: they were absolutely nuts. That particular thought had good reason behind it. Sharon, herself, was one of Belinda’s captures, an exception to her ‘bitches only’ rule because of her full figured and tasty body. Eventually, though, Sharon had grown into Belinda’s companion and now served as head cow for the Dairy (She also gave milk.), den mother to the muffins, and general Chief Operating Officer of the place.

Recently, Belinda had developed another hormone cocktail for the muffins similar to the one she used to induce milk in the women that provided the Dairy’s product. This mixture enhanced the best portions of a woman’s body (thighs, hips pussy, buttocks, etc.) and heavily thickened the flesh sheath over the glands and fat of her breasts. Simply said, Spit Muffin Cocktail #2 created a luscious, curvy woman and gave her breasts that looked like they cost ten grand or better from a good plastic surgeon. The new tits weren’t quite as much fun to play with as the old very floppy type, but the hormones actually turned a girl’s breasts into a rich and filling meal.

Needless to say, Belinda was very interested in marketing the product as a figure enhancer to women in general. Belinda was already fabulously wealthy, and came from a family with generations of extreme wealth due to very high business acumen. Belinda had inherited every bit of the family’s business sense and was determined to make a little money from her chemical discoveries. If those selfsame discoveries made average women far more suitable for the dinner platter, well, that was just a chance side effect. Uh-huh.

Julie, the demonstrator model, was here at the meeting to help Belinda’s business negotiations with several of the women that could help her find manufacturers and distributors. Fully nude, as befitted a woman the Club would consider in Belinda’s pantry, the thirty two year old highly attractive brunette had a body with a full, rich figure, with only just the proper amount of fat to add flavor to her flesh, and spectacular breasts that looked like they were encased in an invisible bra. Julie, a former marketing manager turned perambulating collection of chops and steaks, was happily willing to lend intelligent and skilled help to Belinda’s marketing plans prior to her own happily anticipated broiling. As Sharon had often noted, the spit muffins were in no sense dumb - they just had a screw loose. A big one.

Belinda reached over and patted Julie gently on one of her plump, bare buttocks. “I fully understand, dear girl,” she said. “But we don’t have to be impressed by them to do business with them. Besides, the blonde promises to be a good meal.”

One group caught Julie’s eye, four women that looked both intelligent and reasonably professional. “Are those,” she asked as she pointed, “some of your business types?”

Belinda glanced in the direction of the pointing finger. “No love,” she replied, “they’re social.”

Sharon spotted another pair heading their way. A sleek high maintenance blonde in the usual bikini, followed closely by a naked brownette with a quite passable figure. “Are THOSE your business types?”

Belinda glanced over and smoothly replied. “Oh my, no, dearest. They’re antisocial.”

The blonde stopped just in front of Belinda and lost no time in proving the antisocial assessment. Sharon noted that among other expensive looking jewelry, a delicate steel chain went from a gold bracelet on the blonde’s wrist to a clit ring peeking from the brownette’s bare pussy lips. The impression was of a rich woman and her accompanying frou-frou dog, an image that irked Sharon a great deal. Belinda didn’t abuse or belittle the women she cooked, which sounded contradictory, but it was the way she was and Sharon both understood and supported the attitude with full approval. Besides, the brownette had the same arrogant look the blonde did.

“Belinda, darling,” the blonde purred, “I see you’ve brought your pantry.”

Fleeting frown as the blonde looked at Sharon. “…and your nurse.”

Belinda, as usual in public, was wearing at least fifty or so thousand dollars of extremely subtle custom mounted diamonds, etc. Sharon decided the sparkle contrast with the opposing party’s blatant display made the blonde look tacky. The blonde’s slightly disapproving look told Sharon the aggravating broad agreed with her. Belinda gave one of her tinkling laughs, “Oh, hello, dear Amalie, I do see you’re looking well. You appear to be coming up in the world, given the improvement in your jewelry. I see you haven’t had a chance to cook your girl, yet, though. Please let me know, and I’ll send you some excellent recipes. She looks like she’d make a wonderful stew. Frankly, I’m almost ready to take an interest in you, as well.”

Sharon smiled, because Belinda generally didn’t care for boiling a woman whole, and considered stew a last resort. Not only that, no woman in her right mind wanted Belinda to ‘take an interest’ in her, especially spoken in that cheerfully predatory tone of voice. The brownette suddenly looked anxious. So, for that matter, did Amalie. After a few more rounds of slash and counter slash, Amalie and pet departed the field of battle with alacrity, routed by a greater warrior. Watching them go, Belinda mused, “She’s had that girl on a leash for the better part of a year without the faintest idea what to do with her. She doesn’t really intend to cook her. She buys pre-butchered women from South America instead. The girl’s just part of her image. Pity, actually. I could do such wonderful things with those hips and thighs.”

Julie snorted. “That’s disgusting! If she’s going to lead a woman around like that, the least she could do is barbecue her. I wouldn’t tolerate that sort of treatment for a moment, not without the firm promise of a quick trip to the kitchen.” Pure spit muffin sentiment.

By this time, dinner had voluntarily assisted in moving herself to the spitting jig, something like a padded sawhorse with restraining straps. A bevy of expensive blonde Club members with fashionably daring bikinis clustered around as cooks and assistants. As Belinda and her party walked over to watch, stopping to take glasses of wine from one of the naked ‘serving girls’, Sharon commented, “I’m surprised the blonde’s cooperating. She doesn’t look like a spit muffin.”

Belinda smiled at her. “As it happens, dearest,” she replied with one of her tinkling laughs, “I’m rather familiar with the story. That delicious looking blonde was the head of the financial department at Dottie Langstrom’s husband’s company. She was caught embezzling a great deal of money and Dottie’s husband fired her, then filed charges. Dottie persuaded the woman that she could get the charges dropped if she’d repay as much as she could and come to this meeting of the Club to act as demonstrator for a number of exotic devices. She truly hasn’t a clue as to what’s going to happen, actually.”

Sharon snorted. “You mean she truly hasn’t a clue, period.”

“Well, dearest,” Belinda replied gaily, “that too. Actually, Dottie did recover much of the money and the police think the woman fled the country, so she’s untraceable and quite perfect for our little barbecue, about which Dottie’s husband knows nothing and could probably care less. I imagine the girl will be getting a great surprise shortly.”

Sharon nodded with a grin. “I suppose you could say that, Belinda.”

Now strapped securely to the jig on her belly with her hands and feet cuffed to the jig’s legs, one of the Club’s designated cooks was pushing a large clear plastic tube down the meat girl’s throat, a spit guide. Others were wheeling the automatic spitter up to the blonde’s exposed pussy. Prior to spitting, one of the cooks started dipping from a large steel bowl held helpfully by one of the ‘servants’ and began packing stuffing up the meat girl’s gaping bottom hole. Stuffing went satisfactorily and produced a good bit of squirming and wriggling, culminating in the insertion of a carrot up the blonde’s ass to hold in the stuffing and to maintain tradition. What was going through the ‘servant’s’ mind as she saw her future happening before her, nobody seemed to care.

The shaft of the spit was inserted about four or five inches up the blonde’s cunt, then the machine was set on ‘Pulse’ so it would begin a fucking motion to excite the meat. The meat, suitably worked up and still not totally cognizant of what was happening despite the spit guide completely down her esophagus and an ass full of stuffing and carrot, began squirming, fucking the spit that was fucking her, then orgasmed with a heavy convulsion. This was the signal for one of the cooks to flip the final switch and send the spit on its merry path through her body, up the spit guide, and out her mouth. About then, the somewhat less than cognizant meat realized she was just that: meat. Evidence of restrained struggles were obvious.

Once the blonde was fully spitted, the cooks released one panicky struggling arm or leg at a time and secured them in their proper places, the legs stretched out on the spit and the arms tied to her sides. Next, she was raised up off the jig, her large breasts were bound together to keep them from flopping as she rotated, and her hair put up to keep it from burning. That done, the spit and roast combination were transferred to the rotisserie and the machine turned on. As the blonde rotated, several of the cooks coated the squirming curvy dinner with seasoned oil, and the occasional dash of plain old salt or pepper.

Not exactly the way it was done at home, but Sharon still found herself reacting to the beautiful figure on the spit, her flexing oily curves glistening in the firelight. In a little while, she was going to grab someone, Belinda or Julie, and head for the private cabanas a little ways off. That’s what they were intended for, after all. Soon enough, said cabanas would be full of women working it off, together or singly, according to taste.

“I always love this part,” said a husky female voice behind Belinda and her entourage.

Belinda turned and said, “Oh, Karyn, dear, how are you?”

Sharon saw a mature, curvy, quite firm woman wearing a slightly more discreet bikini, accompanied by a very striking brunette and an equally striking redhead wearing slightly more daring bikinis quite appropriate to their beautifully toned figures. There was a fourth woman with brown, shoulder length hair, a very nicely curved body encased in a French cut one-piece, and the kind of merry, slightly bawdy smile that radiated good humor and a fun personality. They were the ‘social’ group spoken of earlier. “Ladies,” Belinda said, “this is Dean Janeway of the University and, of course, you both know two of our favorite authors, tSade and Nancy. This is Sharon, my companion, and Julie, Tuesday’s dinner. I’m quite afraid I don’t know your other guest, Karyn. Could you introduce us?”

Karyn smiled. “Sharon and Julie, I’m very pleased to meet you - or meat you, in your case, Julie. This very nice lady is Anne-Marie. She’s both executive assistant and wife to the Mayor of Dolcett, California.”

“Oh!” Julie exclaimed. “I’ve heard of that place. Woman eating is open and sanctioned there. It must be quite exciting!”

“Well,” Anne-Marie continued with a grin, “things stay active. Of course, I suspect you approach cooking a woman a little differently here.”

“With a good bit more sex,” Sharon commented, “especially on the part of the dinner, when Belinda’s doing it at the Ranch. You ought to come over for a good meal.”

“Why don’t you come over when they cook me?” Julie asked. “I guarantee a great show.”

Belinda patted Julie’s plump bare bottom again. “I’m certain she’ll put on a good show, too, and you are all invited.”

Karyn brightened. “Thanks, Belinda, I’d love to. The others have told me about the Meat Ranch and Dairy, and how much fun a cooking can be there. I can’t wait.”

Anne-Marie looked a little puzzled. “Meat Ranch and Dairy? I thought industrial operations weren’t in the open here?”

Sharon grinned. “The place is anything but industrial, AM. Believe me, it’s an experience. Especially when a horny spit muffin or two like Julie decide to play with you.”

Anne-Marie blushed slightly. “Actually, I’m straight,” she said, with an interested and slightly regretful look at Julie’s exuberant nudity and Sharon’s slightly more covered plush figure.

Belinda now favored Anne-Marie with a motherly pat on the shoulder. “Not an issue, dear. We can cope with any obstacle. Simply come and enjoy yourself, and we’ll certainly do our utmost to make the food to your liking. I’m sure you’ll have fun, too. Julie, why don’t you tell Anne-Marie more about the life at the Ranch? I’m certain she’d be interested, and I know we all want to watch that blonde cook.”

Looking at the rotating woman on the spit, tSade commented, “She’s worth watching. I like the way her buttocks jiggle when she pumps the spit.”

Julie smiled. “Um, yes! Fucking a spit is so much fun. I wonder how it feels to fuck one when you have a one piece spit through you.”

Nancy, also eyeing the rotating woman with fascination as she began to emit the succulent aroma of cooking woman meat, not to mention the occasional sizzle of dripping girl juice, commented, “I know what you mean. I always fantasize myself as the dinner, not the diner, but this is fun. I see myself in her place and it gets really exciting.”

Dinner was quite good, made excellent by the companionship. Belinda and Karyn had seated both their parties at the same table, and convivial conversation kept things at an interesting level. Sharon was thinking that Belinda had even found time, after fucking both Karyn and her silly after heat stroke had taken the blonde, to trot Julie around to several of the Club members, a living advertisement for the hormone treatments. Of course, Belinda had had to delicately extract Julie from one of the cabanas, but the girl had certainly worked off her head of steam.

Anne-Marie emerged from the same cabana a few moments later and interestedly followed Belinda and Julie around while she made little adjustments to the set of her swimsuit. AM certainly seemed quite interested in the hormone treatments and anything to do with the Ranch, Sharon thought. She had declared she was going to be present when they cooked Julie in a few days. Nancy and tSade, sitting on the other side of the table, looked a little rumpled and apparently had found a means of passing the time while the blonde cooked, and also asked to be present at the next ranch barbecue. Two more for Julie to feed.

Everyone complimented the meat as they discussed the differences between the Miami woman eating scene and the way of life in Dolcett, California. Privately, Sharon thought the blonde tasted pretty good - hell, all women meat had a wonderful taste - but she wasn’t quite up to the exquisite flavor of a spit muffin after weeks of sexual play and orgasmic days. Even one of Belinda’s fresh caught bitches tasted a good bit better, done the sexual way Belinda liked to cook.

She’d just about reached the thought that the Miami Junior Women’s Club was missing out on some fine eating when she beheld two of the prominent members thereof headed towards the table. The five-four faux blonde with the shoulder length hair, fashionably daring bikini very nicely filled, designer sunglasses, businesslike expression and hand clutching a phantom cell phone was Sissy Tyson. Behind her, but not by much, was her step daughter by her late husband’s original wife, Kiki.

Kiki was about five-six, very short blonde hair in a pixie cut, ve-e-e-ry mouthwatering figure spilling out of a slightly more daring bikini than her ten-or-so-years older step-mom’s, and a pretty, wide-eyed face that proclaimed the fact that The Lights Were On, But The House Was Abandoned. Sharon had earlier noted Kiki’s fascination with the blonde meat girl, and the way she would constantly stroke and squeeze the girl’s various squeezy parts. Kiki had even checked the blonde once she was spitted, spreading the base of the woman’s buttocks to see how the spit entered her cunt. Then the girl had avidly helped baste and season the blonde as she cooked. Kiki, it appeared, had a bad case of the hots for cooking women.

Kiki’s case of the hots produced something nobody at the table had anticipated. To wit: Sissy strode firmly up to the table and stopped next to a politely attentive Belinda. “Belinda,” Sissy said, “Kiki’s been talking to me since she heard all about your ranch and the hormone treatments. She wants to go to the ranch and become a spit muffin.”

Kiki nodded enthusiastically.

Belinda didn’t bat an eye. “Of course, dear, we’d be happy to have her.” Belinda carefully eyed Kiki’s delicious figure and D sized breasts. “I don’t see where she’d be a candidate for meat enhancement. Her figure’s perfectly good in that department. She needn’t pack anything, just simply strip and ride back with us nude. I think we’ll probably put her in the milk herd until it’s time for her to cook.”

Kiki nodded happily and began to slip out of her bikini, handing the suit to Sissy.

“Don’t you agree, ladies?” Belinda turned to look at the assembled women at her table, all but one of whom were staring at Kiki, Sissy, and Belinda in open mouthed shock. A mother - even a step mother - calmly turning her own daughter over to become a roast!?!

Anne-Marie, on the other hand, wasn’t at a loss for words, and even seemed pleased by the offer. “Oh, that’s so beautiful,” she said with soft sentimentality. “That’s such a wonderful gesture.”

Anne-Marie suddenly noted the open mouthed stares of shock were now directed at her. “What did I say?” she asked in some discomfort as she looked at the rest of her table mates, all of whom - excepting Belinda and including Julie- were doing stunned ox impressions. “This is perfectly normal at home. Don’t you do this here?”

Sharon found herself conflicted on the ride back to Belinda’s place. On the one hand, she was a veteran of many a car trip transporting a future dinner to the ranch, willing or unwilling. On the other hand, there was naked Kiki in back, happily in conversation with naked Julie (seemingly come to terms with the girl’s avowed muffindom) but who was in the back seat with the express approval of her step mother. A normal trip bringing home the groceries, but things just somehow seemed wrong to Sharon.

Belinda had noted her introspective attitude, and reached over to pat her on the bare thigh. (None of them had dressed before getting in the car and they were getting a few looks from passing motorists, but not many. This was, after all, Miami.) “Dearest,” Belinda said, “I don’t think you ought to worry too much. Kiki and Sissy aren’t blood relations and really aren’t that close.”

She leaned over and murmured to a now very worried Sharon (Belinda was driving at the time). “Frankly, lover, Sissy is really a bit of a dislikeable bitch, when all is said and done. Kiki will be a wonderful addition to our dairy herd and a wonderful feature for our dinner table. I’ll make sure to invite Sissy, too.” That last left Sharon even more wide eyed than Belinda’s carefree driving style.

Belinda’s house was a huge single story mansion on a cliff facing the Atlantic, complete with it’s own very private beach walled off from the public beach to the north by an outcropping of the cliff on which the mansion stood. It’s size made it quite comfortable for Belinda and quite a number of women, while the private beach allowed for beach cookouts, nude volleyball and other games, plus a wide variety of imaginative shenanigans, and the muffins could be very imaginative, too. Having decided to chuck it all and become an entree, the women that became spit muffins seemed determined to come up with the wildest and weirdest stunts possible. Certainly, Sharon couldn’t dream up half the stuff the muffins did.

Once in the house, Kiki got her introduction to her new lifestyle in a hurry. As Belinda and Sharon removed their bikinis and tossed them into bins by the door, Belinda told Kiki, “Dear, you need to wait right here. I’ll introduce you to Wendy, who’s our hired assistant and the person just below Sharon in authority. You must always obey Sharon and Wendy, but everything else is up to you. First, though, I’ll have Wendy take you in back and get rid of your body hair and clean you out so you can enjoy some of our toys and devices, if you so desire.”

Next came the arrival of Pink, formally known as Belinda’s Pink Pussy. He was a stray that had wandered into heaven, as far as he was concerned. Pink, a hedonist, was totally worshipped by the muffins and had a true gourmet’s appreciation for girl meat. He also now owned the place, in his estimation. The peculiar tone of his fur actually did look pink in the right light.

“Is that cat pink?” Kiki asked with some amazement.

Wordlessly, Sharon pointed to a sign on the hall wall. A fed-up Sharon had originally put up a hand lettered card, but Belinda thought it had no class and didn’t match the decor. The new replacement used artistic calligraphy and was professionally framed. Said sign said, quote, YES THE CAT IS PINK. Endquote.

Wendy turned out to be a pleasantly plain honey blonde in her early twenties, with a slightly meaty but firm body and a friendly, practical attitude. Kiki noticed she had a small silver chain connecting two nipple clips, the whole pulling her full breasts together. Noticing the girl’s look, Wendy introduced herself and explained, “The chain means I’m second in charge under the Ranch boss lady, Sharon. She wears a gold one. Now, this will be pretty routine, but necessary. First, we need to get rid of all your body hair - we’ll use a cream for that - then we clean you inside and out.”

Kiki followed dubiously, to find that the cream massage over every inch of her body was rather pleasant. Wendy even thoughtfully touched up a few problem spots on her upper lip. Then, with the cream still on her, Wendy took her into what looked like a large tile anteroom to a locker room shower, with toilet stalls just before entering the huge shower. Casually turning Kiki around, Wendy reached down and spread her deep buttocks. “Um,” Wendy said, “your bottom meat has really nice texture. Very squeezable and tender. On the other hand, you’re a bit tight down there, so we’ll have to work on loosening your bottom hole. Makes it easier to stuff you, you know.”

Reaching into a cabinet, she produced a slim plastic penis. “This isn’t what it seems,” Wendy said with a giggle, “and goes in your ass, not your pussy. It’s actually a sheath for one of those nozzles you see on the wall. Go slide it on one, then I’ll grease it up and grease up your bottom hole too. Once that’s done, back yourself onto the sheath until you feel your cheeks press up against the tile wall. Then press down on the foot pedal and you’ll give yourself an automatic enema. Once you’re full, press the button on the wall and the sheath will pop off the nozzle, but still be in you as a plug. Hold it in place and hit the toilet. When you pull out the sheath, just drop it into the disposal chute next to the toilet. After you finish, meet me in the shower and we’ll finish cleaning you up.”

As she watched Kiki’s amazed reactions as the water pulsed into her bowels, Wendy smiled to herself, hefting a long slender floppy plastic brush with a soft sponge head. If the girl loved the water jet enema, and it appeared she did, her reactions when she bent over and Wendy pushed the brush up into her ass to finish cleaning it out ought to be very interesting.

Sparkling clean inside and out, now sporting a furless pussy and smooth body, Kiki went out to meet the gang. Wendy introduced her around, let her hold and pet Pink - to condescending feline approval - showed her the place and the various play areas such as the pool, beach, the cell in the basement complete with manacles, and the various kitchen devices. The last caught Kiki’s attention, especially since several were in use when she was introduced to the users. “Kiki,” Wendy said as she indicated two naked women happily engaged in decorating a third with pineapple slices, honey, cloves and parsley as she lay on her belly on a huge serving pan on the kitchen island, “this is Lori and Tammy. The girl about to go in the oven is LeeAnn.”

LeeAnn opened her eyes and gave a tiny wave, apparently oblivious to, or deliciously aware of, the apple in her mouth, celery stalks in her pussy and carrot up her ass. The other two smiled and said a few greetings as they continued to decorate LeeAnn with a variety of condiments, test tender thighs and buttocks with pushing fingers and delicate pinches, and generally have a great time.

As they walked off, Wendy explained. “That’s only role play, just like you’ll be doing soon enough. The temperature in the oven won’t be high enough to cook her, just make her a little delirious and her pussy really juicy for nibbling by Lori and Tammy. Every girl in role play finishes up with her pussy being munched by the cook. We’ve got a catch basin in the oven, too. LeeAnn will be leaking cunt juices pretty heavily and it’ll make for the base for some really tasty sauce.”

Kiki’s big bright eyes showed her excitement. “That looks like fun! When are we going to cook a girl for real?”

“Day after tomorrow,” Wendy answered. “Belinda told me when she got back that it’s Julie’s turn, so you’ll get to see her on a spit then. Meanwhile, you’ll get your hormones tomorrow after the morning milking. Since you’re supposed to go into the milk herd, I’m sure you’ll be interested.”

Kiki nodded enthusiastically. “Come on,” Wendy continued, “let’s go find your roommate.”

Kiki’s roommate, Faye, was found, logically enough, in Kiki’s new bedroom. The room was (as all the rooms were in Belinda’s mansion) large and tastefully furnished, almost a studio apartment in itself, complete with private bath. An extra added feature was the large naked brunette leaning over the dresser checking her makeup.

Kiki sucked in a surprised and highly appreciative breath as the woman, late twenties with short bobbed hair, straightened up and turned back around to face the room’s newcomers. Large was not quite the proper word for her. Neither was fat. Faye, slightly plain faced with totally unstylish glasses, was of medium height, but had the sort of figure that would be appropriate on a six foot plus goddess, scrunched down about six or seven inches. From the front, the top sported large round breasts atop a very nicely rounded belly and quite plump pubic mound, nestled between equally meaty and really big thighs. There was also an extra layer of flesh, not flab, above her wide hips. As Kiki had already seen from the back, the extra-large buttock mounds were smooth and round, with well defined, arched bottom creases and a deep crease between her buttocks that looked as though it would swallow an investigating hand whole. The buttocks were round and smooth too, not the flattened lumpiness of a highly overweight woman. Faye was big, REAL big, but actually rather firm and not flabby. She was also, Kiki’s thoughts reminded her, the woman with whom she’d be sharing that huge bed nightly. The thought of cuddling up to that bare and squeezable expanse of succulent woman flesh every night began to look like fun, even if she HAD been more or less straight before joining the ranch.

Said bare and squeezable expanse of succulent woman flesh let out a pleased little squeal on seeing Kiki and deducing she was the new roommate. “Ohhhhh, you just look so GOOD!” Faye squealed, then jiggled and joggled over to do something that momentarily shocked Kiki. With a pleasantly surprised expression, Faye began to run her soft delicate hands all over - and occasionally into - Kiki, meanwhile keeping up a steady flow of compliments and happy exclamations. “You have just the most PERFECT body!” Faye finally exclaimed softly as she finished her examination, delicately trailing fingers across Kiki’s nipples then hugging her tightly.

By that time, Kiki was sort of half expecting the big hug. Returning it with interest, and enjoying the sensation of pushing her nude body into the larger expanse of bare flesh she was hugging, Kiki managed to gasp out, “Oh, wow! That was a wonderful welcome, Faye. I think I’m just going to love it here.”

“Oh, you will,” Faye said. “You will. Even more after dinner tonight.” That last was said with a twinkle in the brown eyes.

Dinner, Kiki decided, was as much fun as anything she’d done lately. It was an informal cookout on the patio, featuring the best hamburger she’d ever tasted in her life, and certified by Pink’s meow of approval from the cat bowl. The hamburger was made from one of the muffins, of course, but that wasn’t all of it. “It’s how you season things,” Sharon explained. “Belinda is a fabulous chef, but I’m a pretty fair hand at plain old hamburgers. In my family, we always used to season the meat before it was cooked, mixing the spices and things into the raw ground beef. I just took the meat and blended in onion salt, pepper, a little meat tenderizer, and Worcestershire sauce, molded the burgers, then brought them out to cook. Of course, the meat is girl meat, which is always great - especially when it comes from a muffin - and I blended in some of our ranch special sauce.”

“What’s that?” Kiki asked.

Sharon looked at her with a knowing smile. “Oh, I’ll let you help make some soon enough.”

Later on in the bedroom, things got interesting. Faye held up a large strap-on. “I need to exercise my bottom, keep it loose enough for proper stuffing. Would you help me out? You’ll have fun too. See these little plugs on the harness? One goes in your pussy and one goes in your ass so you get as much charge out of it as I do.”

Kiki looked dubiously at the setup. “Uh, Faye, I’d love to, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I haven’t even made love to a girl except for that time Nicole and I got drunk and we went in her dorm room and just sort of took everything off and we were really drunk and -” The sentence continued for several minutes without much punctuation - or breathing (Kiki had lungs to match her breasts) - but Faye, to her credit, patiently listened.

“Don’t worry,” Faye said when Kiki wound down, “I’ll use a littler one and bang you first so you can learn how it’s done. How about that? Or should I call Wendy to show you a few things?”

With some trepidation, but growing interest, Kiki reached over and began fondling the nipple of one of Faye’s huge breasts. “Um, well, actually… I think we can figure it out on our own. Let’s hit the bed!”

The morning milking was fun, Kiki decided as she watched four or five large breasted nude women on hands and knees on a low platform in the “dairy room”. They were each being hand milked by one of the other muffins that didn’t give milk, and Kiki was quite interested in the every aspect of the operation, spurred by the slight moans and squirms of the various girls being milked by equally nude assistants kneeling in front of them. Sharon and Wendy also got their breasts drained, she noted, with as much apparent enjoyment as the others.

Kiki even got to experience a mock milking at Wendy’s invitation, just so she’d know what it was all about. Wendy first stroked her breasts from base to nipple - to prime the milk, she said. Then Wendy’s nimble fingers squeezed her nipples gently, followed shortly by a gentle alternate squeezing of her breasts. On the whole, Kiki thought she was going to enjoy this morning feature of her new life.

The milking was followed by visits by all of the muffins to the enema room and showers, and Kiki got to enjoy talking, as well as squirming with, several of her new muffin friends. The various noises everyone was making were exciting, too. After that, and the visit to the toilet stalls, being in a large shower room with ten or so nude women - about half of which were bent over to have their asses swabbed out by the other half - was even more exciting. Kiki even experienced a minor orgasm when one of the girls ran a brush completely up her ass. Of course, she thought, last night’s session had a lot to do with being ready to enjoy the brush, kinky as it was.

As they dried off in what amounted to a locker room without lockers, Sharon came in and read off several names, girls that were due for hormone treatments today. The treatments especially interested Kiki, especially after what Sissy had told her, so she was quite glad that her name was on the list. As it happened, Faye was on the list as well and accompanied her to the patio, explaining what she was to do.

“You see that backless plastic bench up on the platform facing the ocean?” Faye asked, pointing it out to Kiki. “Those prongs sticking up from the seat every so often are vibrators that activate when you sit down on them completely. They get you going good while you watch the ocean, then Sharon or Wendy walk behind you and stick a long nozzle up your butt and inject the hormones way up your ass. Actually pretty wild. Anyway, it always feels great to me, and I can’t help but get on a low grade buzz while they’re doing it. Usually the injection sends me over the edge. Pretty much the rest of us, too.”

Excited and a little dubious, Kiki stepped up on the platform and slightly spread her legs to sit down on the vibrator, slipping the eight inch shaft up her pussy as she sat. As promised, the device began buzzing away as soon as her bare bottom settled on the warm plastic of the bench and the whole thing was inside her. It wasn’t long before she was reacting, squirming and making little noises just as promised. A few minutes later, she felt a thin plastic tube begin slipping up between her plump cheeks and way, way up her ass. When whoever it was squeezed the bulb on the end of the nozzle, the flooding sensation really set her off.

“Here,” Sharon said a few minutes later, helping her off the vibrator and handing her several alcohol wipes, “clean up the vibe for the next girl and you’re free for the day. Oh, and I’m glad to see you enjoyed yourself. Sounded like it, any how. Welcome to the ranch. Next!”

Kiki, feeling rather weak from the orgasm, decided she was going to just flop on one of the pool loungers and look around at everyone and everything. This, she proceeded to do, big bright blue eyes taking in everything from the prosaic (lounging, swimming, games on the beach, etc.) to the somewhat goofy (three muffins preparing a grill for another girl to sit on, with much discussion about the degree of toasting to produce the juiciest pussy). Actually, Kiki found herself slightly drawn to the grilling, but not enough to get up from the comfortable lounger. She decided she’d just watch from where she flaked. Pink showed up from somewhere and decided she had the perfect lap for a feline resting place. Accordingly, she shortly found her pussy covered by another pussy, but this one still had fur.

Actually, Kiki decided after a good while watching various antics, escapades, amusements and some down right weird stuff (bondage role play with muffin-inspired touches involving vibrators, batons, olive oil and various female apertures), that the ranch was a pretty nice place, peopled, albeit on a rotating basis, by some pretty nice girls. For one thing, all of the women in the place were cheerfully free with their bodies, touching, stroking, massaging and other gestures pretty much whenever the thought or feeling took them. Even Sharon tolerated casual caresses. For another, there were the hugs, none of which were ‘A’ hugs, the lean over, touch shoulders and fake a kiss type of polite hug. No ma’am. They were straight up, full body hugs between women that actually liked each other. Oh, there was a little feminine rivalry, but it was kind of subdued and polite. Actually , the girls all behaved like close friends at an impromptu luncheon at someone’s house.

Kiki decided she liked the atmosphere, and resolved to get to know as many of the girls as intimately as she could. Of course, given how she and Faye had gotten to know each other last night, things might just get very intimate. Off hand, she figured, she ought to get to have sex with just about everyone on a pretty regular basis before her turn on the grill came up. Then again, there was that thing Sissy had been talking about, and she really hadn’t done anything about it. Maybe she ought to, but not right now. Now felt like a good time for a nap.

Kiki closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again when a contralto voice said, “Hi, Kiki, mind if we join you?”

Kiki opened her eyes and found herself looking at three of the muffins, Dawn, Jaqui, and Leah. One thing about constant nudity, Kiki thought, it made it easy to tell who was what. All three had very nice figures, but Jaqui and Leah were in the milking herd, while it was obvious from Dawn’s large jutting breasts she was one of the hormone enhanced non-milkers. Kiki happily decided it was time for some girl talk. From his position on her lap, Pink carefully appraised the three new girls and decided he could care less about the talk, but having more muffins around usually meant more petting, so they were welcome as long as they remembered their responsibilities, i.e. stroking the Lord of the Manor.

As she settled into the lounger next to Kiki, Dawn immediately followed up with her duties and began to stroke the cat in Kiki’s lap as they talked. Girl talk immediately turned to muffin talk, which was also between women, but slightly off center. “We didn’t really get a chance to get to know each other,” Dawn said, “so the three of us decided we’d take this opportunity. How are you liking it here?”

Kiki favored the other three with a bright smile. “Oh, this place is out of this world. I’ve only been here a day and I’ve hardly begun to see and do everything. It all looks like so much fun.”

“Oh, it is,” Jaqui said, “it is. Wait until you get a chance at some role play. The best kind is when we do a role play spitting. The orgasms are just totally wild. It’s the best you can get without having your turn in the kitchen for real. It always leaves me more eager for the real thing. Wait until they cook Julie tomorrow. You’ll really get hot then, but nothing like Julie will be experiencing.”

“Oh, yes,” Leah laughed, “Julie will really be getting hot!” The other two experienced muffins laughed while Kiki gave a slightly nervous giggle.

Kiki asked a bit shyly, “Uh… does it hurt? When you’re cooked for real, I mean?”

Dawn shook her head firmly. “No. Belinda and Sharon set it up so you’re so out of your head with sexual sensation, you don’t notice the temperature going up. Heat stroke is what gets you, not pain, and you’re so delirious and constantly popping off you never notice. I’ve watched quite a few women being cooked here and that’s what I’ve seen. Belinda firmly believes that pleasure adds flavor to your meat and she always says it’s only fair that the girl enjoy herself since everyone else is going to be enjoying her.”

“What about role play spitting?” Kiki asked. “How do they do that?”

Leah answered, “Oh, that’s easy. Anyone cooking you will use a two part hypermagnetic spit, just like they will when it’s for real, but you’ll be over lower heat and come off sooner. One part goes in your mouth and the bottom half is fitted up your cunt or ass. There’s a tingler in the bottom half, and when they turn on the current, the two poles freeze in place and you feel like they’re all the way through you. Actually, you’re fully supported, not to mention that little electric gismo exciting your nerves down there and sending you skyward. You just get tied off to the spit, put on the heat until you’re delirious and totally orgasmic, then the cook gets to nibble on your really juicy pussy when you come off the heat and go on a platter. Oh boy, but that’s fun!”

Kiki thought for a minute, then shrugged happily, making her naked breasts joggle. “Sounds good to me.” She looked down at her large mammaries, already beginning to swell slightly and feel heavier from the effects of the hormone dose this morning, then looked at Dawn’s rack. “Your breasts are really nice. That’s the body development hormone, isn’t it?”

Dawn smiled complacently. “Sure is! And it does just as good with the rest of you , too.” She stood up from the lounger and posed with her back to Kiki, legs together. She reached behind herself and used her forefingers to bob her buttocks up and down. “Look at these tasty beauties. I guarantee they’re going to be some really flavorful steaks and they ought to just melt in your mouth.”

Jaqui looked at Dawn’s round bare butt critically. “I’ll admit you really have a great ass, girl, but I’m not going to find out, since I go to the kitchen before you. On the other hand, my thighs and pussy ought to feed this group very nicely.”

Leah replied as Dawn sat back down. “Ummm, yes, Jaqui. Your pussy tastes great raw. I can just imagine what’s going to taste like basted with a touch of olive oil and a little seasoning. Plenty of girl juice for sauce, too.” She looked at Kiki. “What about yours, Kiki? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Giggling with a little embarrassment, Kiki chased Pink off her lap, then pulled knees back to her shoulders and spread to show her cunt to the other three. “There it is,” she said from between said knees. “How does it look?”

“Oh, that’s a nice plump one,” Dawn said with appreciation. “Cute little clit, too. That pussy really ought to be pan sautéed. When they do mine, I really think a light grilling would be best.”

In typical muffin fashion this led to an involved and technical discussion as to who thought their cunt ought to be cooked how, with Kiki happily participating. Wendy, passing by, heard the conversation and just raised her eyes heavenward and shook her head. After a while, Kiki noticed a tingling between her thighs that told her the conversation was getting her a little worked up. The other three were getting equally excited, and a general suggestion that they adjourn to the back and taste the meat raw to verify the best method of cooking was happily approved by all.

By mid afternoon, four visitors had arrived. Karyn, tSade, Nancy and Anne-Marie had made good their promise to show up for the festivities. “Nancy has been telling us about the aerobics and the milking,” Karyn commented as Belinda and Sharon met them at the doorway. “We all decided we had to see that!”

“Especially the milking!” Nancy agreed as Anne-Marie asked The Traditional Question. “Is that cat pink?” Sharon wordlessly pointed to the sign on the wall.

Drinks before dinner were not necessarily a formal ranch custom, but something that just sort of happened on a regular basis. Julie was with Belinda and a small group of muffins, discussing various attributes of her meat, accompanied by various squeezing and hefting gestures by the muffins. Other groups were scattered around the huge living room area, engaged in quiet conversation. Pink happily circulated, carefully evaluating the meat that continually jiggled around him. Kiki found herself talking to Anne-Marie, who had apparently relaxed after her initial slight nervousness at being nude in the house. “When everyone else is just in their skin,” AM was saying, “it gets to feel somewhat normal. Actually, it’s kind of relaxing. Nothing like this happens at home.”

Faye, the other member of the little conversational group, reached over and administered one of the patented ranch hugs. “It certainly is relaxing, AM,” she said, leaving the other woman slightly wide-eyed and breathless, both at the hug and at the mouthwatering expanse of bare woman meat that had administered it. “One of the nice things about the ranch is that you really do leave all your cares behind at the door. Sure, you’re just meat on the hoof, except when you’re giving milk, but that’s kind of got its own attraction. You’re going out, when you go, at the top, and with the biggest bang ever.”

Kiki nodded. She was really getting into the fascination of realizing this fantasy, even if it was a terminal fantasy. “I’ve never seen a girl cooked, other than at the Junior Women’s Club meetings, and they’re nothing like what I’ve been told happens here. I’m kind of looking forward to some roasting role play to get me in the mood.”

Faye nodded. “Oh, that’s just so much fun! We’ll be doing it tonight after dinner. You should ride the spit with whoever else goes, Kiki. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” She looked at AM speculatively. “Want to play with me while Kiki cooks?” Anne-Marie got a little wide-eyed and nervous again.

Dinner was a casually enjoyable affair, featuring girl chops and flank steak, done in the ranch special sauce. Kiki’s by now educated tongue told her it was made with a base of girl juice. Remembering her invitation to help make the sauce, she decided that she was going to enjoy that little chore when it came up. She perked up when Sharon announced the spits were going to be brought out for role play. There were two setups, and to Kiki’s surprise, one of the guests, Nancy, asked to be one of the riders. As the newest muffin, Kiki was allowed to take the other pole.

Kiki and Nancy sat next to each other on the edge of the cooking island, starting to quiver slightly with nervousness. Kiki figured she had a right to be a little scared. She wasn’t a virgin at much, by doggies, but she was certainly a virgin at being roasted! Each woman had her breasts bound together to keep them from flopping, then Nancy had her long hair put up to keep it from getting in her face. The heat was too low to burn their hair, but comfort was important in this role play session. Kiki’s was too short for it to really matter.

When the two women lay side by side on their bellies and spread their legs as eager muffins oiled their bodies, the situation really started to hit home. Nancy started to believe she was actually going to be cooked as she felt the smooth metal of the bottom half of the spit slide up into her vagina. She started to shake a little more and could sense Kiki next to her doing the same. As her legs were bound to the spit and her arms were tied to her side, Kiki decided she wasn’t really ready for this and opened her mouth to say so. That was when some helpful soul put the front half of the spit into her mouth, blocking her protest. As the current was turned on, creating a strong magnetic field that locked the two halves of the spits into place, both women had the sensation they were actually impaled. They were meat now. The heat would be next!

“Relax, girl,” Sharon softly said to Kiki, but loud enough for Nancy to hear. “You’re perfectly safe. You’re about to start popping off like crazy, then you’ll come off the spit and the cooks - like me - will get a chance to really nibble some juicy pussy. Believe me, you’re about to go on a trip to the moon… Okay, girls, take them to the rotisserie.”

Nancy felt herself lifted up and carried to the rotisserie, just like the roast she fantasized herself to be so often, and felt a slight bump as the ends of her spit were settled into the rotisserie. “Sorry about the bump,” she heard a voice say as she realized this was it! She was about to start cooking! For some goofy reason, she could feel herself getting moist.

Belinda bustled up, waving a thick bodied meat thermometer in each hand. “Ladies, ladies,” she chimed, “mustn’t forget the safety equipment. We have to monitor your body temperature to ensure you don’t get dangerously hot, you know.” She inserted a meat thermometer into each woman’s ass, then patted soft buttocks as a sendoff and started the electronic tinglers set into the bottom half of the spits . “That’s it, girls,” Belinda called. “You may start the rotisseries.” Pink, watching from a nearby shelf, was more than ready for that part.

“I love games,” Nancy could hear Belinda happily telling Sharon, but she rapidly lost interest in the world around her as the tingler far up her cunt started exciting her vaginal nerves. The situation, the pulsing waves of sensation, and her fantasies were taking over. Kiki was also getting into another world. She’d had a lot of experiences since coming to the ranch, but this one was driving her out of her mind!

Everyone gathered to watch the two women as they rotated over the heating coils, their glistening, squirming, orgasming bodies beautiful with the reflected light off every delicious curve. Anne Marie found herself next to Faye, who put a friendly arm around her shoulders. “Don’t you just love this?” Faye asked as the moaning and squealing started. “Aren’t they great?”

Anne Marie, still a bit nervous at being cuddled by this ultra curvy extra large bundle of soft woman flesh, tore her eyes from the two cooking women and let them rest for a second on Faye’s proud globes. “Ah, yes,” she replied. “I really do think they’re great.”

In due - and noisy - course, both women were taken off their spits and placed on large platters and set on a table. Kiki thought the lips and tongue on her pussy were the most exquisite thing she’d ever felt, and let the world know about it. Not that many people took notice, because versions of the same thing were going on all over the room, with everyone but the cooks involved.

The next morning, after untangling everyone in the various bedrooms, Karyn and her party were allowed to view the morning enema session, then taken to the dairy. Nancy, after showing a great deal of interest, was coached through milking Sharon, then she joined the other three for a hands on demonstration of how it felt to be milked. A great time was had by all.

The aerobics session on the patio was another highlight of the morning, since the apparel for the participants was a sports bra (Belinda, who sported a memorable set herself, was sensitive to the needs of large breasted women and had suggested the idea.) and a coat of sweat. Karyn and the other three guests, accompanied by their solicitous hostess, sat nearby and almost forgot to drink their coffee as the rest of the women went through a series of twisting, bobbing and flexing exercises. Emphasis here was on the ‘bobbing’ part.

“Belinda,” Karyn said, “that is truly an amazing sight, not to mention mouthwatering, stimulating, and other ‘ing’ things. That Faye is amazing! She doesn’t wobble, she flexes. She’s not really as fat as I first thought.”

Belinda gave her a dimpled grin. “Oh, yes, love. I also enjoy watching the girls exercise. They really love their morning sessions so. And Faye isn’t fat, dear. You’re quite correct in that. She’s simply a large woman, firm, and wonderful to cuddle with.”

Anne Marie nodded her agreement.

Belinda leaned over and spoke conspiratorially. “Actually, I’m saving Faye for my next family reunion, which will be soon. Faye knows and is quite proud of the fact that I feel she’s simply the best choice.”

Anne Marie nodded understandingly, while Nancy and tSade looked speakingly at Belinda out of the corner of their eyes. The same thought was in both women’s minds: Faye had a screw loose. Come to think of it, both decided independently, given Anne Marie’s attitudes about cooking women, Dolcett, California, wasn’t a place they planned to emigrate to any time soon.

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The aerobics session over, everyone was in the pool to cool off, sweaty bras thrown aside. Belinda, Karyn, et al, happily joined the crowd for everything from lazing in the water to a few shenanigans involving nude female bodies, enthusiasm, and some rather imaginative, if bizarre, ideas.

After her swim and brunch, Julie lay around next to the pool, just relaxing. Today, after all, was her big day. In a few hours she was going to the kitchen to be prepared for dinner. For a while, she amused herself by watching the several of the girls get their hormone treatments. Karyn, tSade, Nancy, and Anne-Marie were coached through administering the bulbs full of hormones up the plump bottoms of the recipients, to much giggling all around, not to mention other noises. That gave her an idea. Suiting action to thought, she got up and went looking for Belinda.

“Belinda,” Julie said, “we’ve got a couple of hours before I have to be in the kitchen, and I don’t want my bottom to close up too much. I really want to be easy to stuff. Would you bang my backside for me? I promise you a great ride.”

Belinda’s cheerful agreement led almost immediately to Julie face down on Belinda’s big bed, with Belinda opening her butt with a greased finger. “There, love,” Belinda said with a happy lilt, “I do believe you’re ready for my very special strap-on.”

Julie moaned with pleasure and mounting excitement. “Oh, yes, Belinda. Bring it on.”

A few moments later, Julie felt the thick shaft start to work its way up her ass, then was pleasantly amazed to feel a buzzing inside. “Belinda!” she squealed. “What’s that?!”

From her position leaning forward astride Julie’s thighs, Belinda bumped her hips into Julie’s soft buttocks and said happily, “I found a very nice gentleman who has a company in Mexico that makes sex toys. After a discussion, he made this prototype and asked me to test drive it. Do you like it?”

Julie’s pleased squeal was all the answer Belinda needed and she settled down on Julie’s back to start pumping, meanwhile holding on to her breasts tightly. Julie’s promise of a great ride was certainly coming true!

The word got around fast when it came time for Julie to join the cooking crew in the kitchen. Belinda brought her out from the back, sparkling clean inside and out, with high heeled beach clogs to keep her feet clean. When she turned, everyone could see the thick meat thermometer peeking from between the plump smooth flesh of her meaty buttocks, accounting for her mincing walk. The meat thermometer kept her bottom open for easier stuffing and proudly proclaimed she was about to realize her ultimate fantasy. She stood quietly as one of the muffins bound her firm breasts together and another put up her hair.

On her belly on the cooking island with the thermometer removed, the first task was for Sharon and Wendy to stuff her ass. Wendy oiled up her hand and grabbed a small handful of bread stuffing made with a variety of ingredients including girl meat and flavored with the ranch special sauce. After every two or three handfuls, Sharon would insert a thick smooth dowel in Julie’s bottom and push the stuffing further up her. Julie would squirm and wriggle when Wendy inserted the stuffing and tighten and moan softly when Sharon used the dowel. A thick vibrator, used to hold in the stuffing as well as to excite her, finished the job. As far as Julie was concerned, the gentle hands coating her soft bare flesh with spiced oil were simply the capper on the wonderful sensations of being stuffed.

Groaning slightly from being so full, Julie just lay on her belly and submissively spread her legs to let them insert the bottom half of the spit. Once the top half was in the mouth and the magnetic field turned on, her shapely legs were stretched back along the spit and tied off, then her arms were secured at her sides. Julie knew she was meat ready for cooking, and the feeling totally excited her. One long-held fantasy after another tumbled through her excited mind, but the reality of being mounted on the spit beat them all. She was happy the top half of the spit didn’t block her vocal cords like a one piece shaft did. She wanted to be able to squeal and moan to her heart’s content.

Watching carefully, Anne Marie commented to tSade, “We don’t do a lot of this type of preparation at home, but I’m beginning to think we’re missing out on something. Certainly the girls we cook aren’t this excited this soon, and if she tastes anything like the meat Belinda’s been serving so far, she ought to be fabulous.”

tSade nodded. “Belinda always says if we’re going to enjoy eating her, she ought to enjoy the process, too. And I speak from experience that a fresh whole roasted girl done Belinda’s way is exquisite.”

Nancy walked over to the spitted woman and ran her hand along one oily buttock, gently stroking it. When she patted the tender bottom mound gently, she said, “Julie, you look great. We’re all going to enjoy watching your show on the spit.”

Once on the rotisserie, someone turned on the electrostimulator in the shaft buried up Julie’s cunt and the vibrator in her ass, then the spit began to rotate. The sensations, the situation, the heat and her fantasies immediately combined to give Julie the strongest orgasm of her life, but it was only the first of many. Belinda repeatedly basted the woman’s succulent body, only adding to the pleasant excitement she was feeling. Watching her curvy form convulse and rotate, covered with glistening juices, all of the women felt themselves getting excited. “That’s going to be us, one of these days,” Faye whispered to Kiki. “I can’t wait. Oh, she looks wonderful!”

Kiki replied, “I wonder what she’s feeling? She looks like she’s having a great time.”

Faye gently stroked Kiki’s pussy mound. “Something like this, I imagine, only a lot more intense. Wait until she’s gone. After the show’s over, we’ll bang each other senseless, right over there. I’ve got two strap-ons just like the one we used your first night here. We’ll take turns bouncing on each other’s butt.”

Kiki shivered with anticipation and drew Faye close, kissing her passionately.

Julie was already in another world, the rising volume of her squeals, her squirming, the convulsions of her orgasms, all were combining to draw her audience into a world of sensual excess. As she turned, Julie felt the heat rising , but it was only mildly uncomfortable, unable to penetrate the whirl of sensation that engulfed her. Instead, she started to smell herself cooking. The succulent scent only added to excitement, sending her into another mind blowing orgasm.

By now, the nude women that made up the enthralled audience were unable to contain themselves, beginning to squirm with sexual excitement, and not a few turning to stroke partners tenderly. As Julie’s movements and noises slowly diminished, everyone began to get a little more serious with their sex play, and several gasps and rising moans were heard as the more excited orgasmed at their partner’s hands. Once Julie finally quieted, all of them lost no time in looking for a place for more intense sex. Belinda even left her post and paired up with Karyn, heading for a couch with a number of strategically placed sex toys nearby.

Once Julie was taken off to carve, everyone grabbed plates and joined the serving line, a sex-satiated languor affecting the entire group. As she watched Sharon slice requested portions from Julie and put them on eagerly presented plates, Kiki decided the whole experience was nothing but wonderful. Coming here was turning out to be the best decision she’d ever made. Thinking back to the exhausted time when she’d done nothing but lay on Faye’s plush, equally exhausted form with the shaft of her strap-on eight inches up Faye’s ass, Kiki decided she wanted more of that kind of experience. And she wanted to go out with great an effect on her audience as Julie.

Of course, she suddenly remembered, Sissy’s instructions might change on what she wanted. They might even keep her from the experience entirely.

She was going to have to think about that.

Kiki liked the gentle feel of the hands on her breasts as they alternately squeezed the milk from one, then the other of her mammaries. Looking down at the pale shoulders with their sprinkle of freckles belonging to the nude redheaded woman milking her, Kiki got curious enough to ask a question. “Not that I mind, tSade, but you’ve really visited a lot of times since Karyn brought you over for Julie’s roasting. And you always seem to be helping Sharon and Wendy with everything like the milking and giving the girls the hormones. I guess you must be having fun, huh?”

tSade looked up into Kiki’s wide bright, none-too-intelligent, blue eyes and grinned. “The first visit, I didn’t do much, just a bit part. I decided I wanted more action. Besides, I enjoy milking you.”

Both women were in the dairy, and Kiki, along with four or five other spit muffins, was on hands and knees on a low platform against the wall, while Sharon, Wendy, tSade, and several of the non-milker muffins drained their breasts into large stainless steel bowls. Kiki supposed the picture of naked women kneeling and milking other naked women could be considered erotic. She certainly thought so. Of course, every woman at the ranch was nude, she thought, but the milking was still erotic.

Then again, there wasn’t much here at Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy that wasn’t erotic, sexual, goofy, or just plain fun. That had to do with the mixture of Belinda’s off beat mentality and the wildly off center meat fantasies of women that joined the herd at Belinda’s ranch as spit muffins, happily intending to realize their ultimate fantasy of being the main course at a gourmet meal. As it happened, that was rapidly becoming Kiki’s obsession. Which was a good thing, since she was getting close to her time in the kitchen. Soon she was going to feel the spit in her mouth and pussy for the final time as real meat and experience what everyone called the Ultimate Fuck (only one to a customer). Wild.

tSade finished draining Kiki and wiped a few drops from her nipples with a damp cloth. “There you go,” she said. “Ready for aerobics?”

Kiki nodded with a bright smile. “Oh, yes. It’ll be a few minutes before Sharon finishes with Faye, her breasts are just so big they hold a lot of milk, but I’m really looking forward to a little exercise.”

“I’ll bet you had plenty of exercise last night with Faye,” tSade replied with a grin, but she was also looking forward to the exercise group on the patio facing the ocean. Not to participate, although she enjoyed exercise herself, but to watch. It was just plain fun to watch a group of good looking and well built (some were quite voluptuous) women attired in only sports bras go through the turning, twisting, and bobbing exercises. Raised an appetite, it did.

After the aerobics session, everybody - participants and onlookers - cooled off in the pool. As one of the muffins gathered up the pile of sweaty sports bras for the laundry, a firm clear voice made an announcement. “Ladies,” Martha called loudly, “let’s not forget the cooking class here on the patio in an hour.” The gentle authority in the soft contralto said attendance was expected from all muffins. In fact, it was unthinkable not to attend.

Kiki had enjoyed the cooking classes Martha, a relatively new muffin, had instituted. She wasn’t all that interested in how to cook a woman, but these classes weren’t about that. Martha, true to the spit muffin philosophy, taught classes in the best way to be cooked. Kiki thought they were fun and very informative. Sharon thought Martha got on her last nerve.

Martha was a rather handsome woman in a classic sort of way, in her late thirties. She had a very nice figure, steadily being enhanced by hormone dosages, and sandy colored hair, bobbed at her neckline, with never a hair out of place. Her face usually wore a calm assumption of superiority, as though it was the natural order of things. She didn’t much care for Sharon and her place (superior to Martha’s) in the pecking order, but followed orders when given. She assumed, correctly, that defiance of said orders would be used by Sharon as an excuse for a good old fashioned ass whipping. Possibly using a real whip. Or cattle prod if Sharon was really pissed.

The cooking class began as it always did, with a review of cooking positions. Today it was the open legged roasting position. Everyone was on their back, legs pulled back and crossed at the ankles with their hands holding the ankles. The first time Sharon had seen this particular stunt, she’d had to just stand and gawk at the tableau. There, spread (pun not intended) in front of her were an organized group of mouthwatering haunches, pussy filets, and associated other attractions. Incredible display.

Martha, to give her credit, was in front of the group in the same position. “Remember, ladies,” she said in a matter of fact voice, “this is simply the most efficient position to ensure even cooking of your pussy along with the rest of you. Of course, your pussy doesn’t take a lot of cooking, not like your thighs and hips, but the cook can harvest your prime filet after an hour and a half in the oven. It should be very succulent and flavorful at that time. A good idea is to stick a sprig of parsley in your clitoris before you go on the prep table. It will enhance the presentation of your prime filet.” The muffins all thought that an excellent suggestion. Sharon, who was sitting a short way away on a patio lounger with Pink on her lap, thought the idea was just like everything else the damnable woman had come up with - straight out of a home crafts TV show- but said nothing. She was feeling tolerant this morning.

After the class was back on its feet and in folding chairs, Martha continued. “Today, we’ll look at presentation of a roast. Gloria has volunteered to be my demonstrator.” The girl came up and lay face down on a nearby table as Martha walked behind it, then paused to survey the class, one hand on Gloria’s bare buttock. “First I’ll do a simple garnish that ought to be easy for anyone. I’ll also show you how to make those awkward hands and feet more attractive when you’re on the platter. In a moment, we’ll make paper booties from the materials I have on the other table. First, let’s add standard garnishment.

“Gloria,” Martha said, picking up a small apple, “please open your mouth. There. Remember, ladies, the apple also acts as a gag, muffling your moans and squeals just enough that they’re really exciting. That also lets you yell your head off without unduly disturbing your audience. It’s important that the apple be large enough for an effective gag and small enough to fit comfortably in your mouth. You might want to choose your own and bring it to the kitchen for the cooks to use.

“Next,” she continued, “we’ll insert the traditional carrot in Gloria’s very nicely shaped rump… Spread your cheeks, dear… That’s right… Umph… there. Release your buttocks, Gloria. Again, ladies, placement is important. The carrot should go far enough up you that it can’t be expelled by involuntary contractions. Gloria’s obviously been doing her conditioning exercises, because this thick carrot can go almost all the way up her ass. We want it to stick out just enough that the plump buttock meat will frame the carrot’s presentation nicely. Once that’s done, we’ll apply a few veggies, some pineapple slices, and a few other touches, then we’ll come to the point of today’s class.

“Now I’ve made some paper booties already, so I’ll just slip them over Gloria’s hands and feet so they clasp her wrists and ankles, but the cut paper crown is deep enough to attractively cover her extremities. See how nice and tasteful she looks? Now I want all of you to pick up scissors and paper from the table and I’ll show you how to make the booties.”

“Martha,” came an admiring voice from the audience, “how did you learn all this?”

Martha gave the questioner a calm, superior smile. “Intelligence, imagination and years of practice, Carol. That, after all, is how I became the world’s home crafts expert.”

Muffins: “O-o-o-ohhh!”

Sharon: Glare under lowered brow that promised an early and sadistic end to the irritating egotist that was teaching the class.

As Sharon stood up, spilling Pink and planning something lingering and humorous, probably with red hot pokers, Belinda passed behind her, bustling along in her normal everything-in-motion walk. Without looking or breaking stride, she reached out a hand and pulled Sharon along with her. Sharon didn’t fight it. Belinda was immensely strong and perfectly capable of towing her along in a fashion that would do no good to her image as the muffins’ boss. “I know she aggravates you, dearest,” Belinda’s sweet voice chimed in a practical tone, “but she’s actually quite harmless, although totally certifiable.”

Sharon snorted. “Belinda, they’re ALL certifiable, or they wouldn’t be lining up to ride a spit. Martha’s nuts, but what demon from hell made her adopt the personality of THAT superannuated bitch!?! I wonder what she was like before she became delusional.”

“Who knows, darling?” Belinda replied. “Some nuts think they’re Napoleon. Just because she chose to assume the identity of the worst woman on earth doesn’t mean that she won’t taste great when she’s cooked. I really don’t mind anything a muffin does for amusement as long as it’s not harmful.

“Now,” she continued, “we simply must discuss next week. Since I’m hosting the Miami Junior Women’s Club here for the first time, I want everything to go perfectly.”

Sharon snorted again, but suppressed her opinion of the Miami Junior Women’s Club and turned her mind to hosting the Club’s meeting. Besides, there might be an opportunity to get Martha on a spit to feed the meeting. Preferably an eight inch thick one piece spit, inserted through her very nicely formed superb homemaker’s ass. That thought was both heartening and soothing.

As Kiki wandered through the kitchen on her way to the back, she ran across Amy, a rather sharp faced brunette and one of Kiki’s fellow milk muffins. Amy was hefting a small brush and looking thoughtfully at three small bowls. “Hi, Amy, what’s up?” What followed was a perfectly normal conversation for spit muffins.

Sighing, Amy replied, “Well, I’m going to be grilled tomorrow, and I’m wondering which would be better, to let Belinda use the usual olive oil or to ask for barbecue sauce.”

Intrigued by this intellectual puzzle, Kiki stopped and looked thoughtfully at the three bowls. “Wow,” she said, “that’s a really good question. We haven’t had a whole girl barbecued in a long time. That ought to taste really great, but I can see your point about which sauce to use. What does Belinda say?”

Amy shrugged. “She told me it was up to me.”

Kiki nodded in understanding, and looked at the barbecue sauce that filled two of the bowls. The third was oil. “Yeah, that’s a big choice. I mean, that mustard based sauce really compliments your eyes, but I personally like the taste of the tomato based sauce. If we used olive oil, we could just carve parts after you finished pre-grilling and cover them in sauce as they grilled.”

Amy nodded her agreement. “True. I’d kinda like to do something special, though.” Taking her brush, she dabbed it in a bowl and spread a strip of the light colored mustard based sauce on the side of her right breast. Using another, she did the same on her left breast with the darker tomato based sauce. “There. How do those look?”

Giving the breasts a critical examination, Kiki commented, “Well, that dark sauce really goes with your hair coloring, but I still like the lighter one for your eyes. How do you taste with the sauce?”

Amy said, “I haven’t really tried that yet. Want to lick off the sauce and tell me?”

Kiki nodded seriously. Hefting a breast, she carefully licked the strip of sauce clean. Then she did the other breast, nibbling lightly on the tender soft flesh this time. “Yum! That goes nicely with your meat, even if it’s raw. I actually like both of them.”

Letting go of Amy’s breast, she straightened up and looked at her. “You know, I’ve had an idea! You’re going to be on your tummy on the platter, so your breasts aren’t what we’ll see. Why don’t we try the sauce on your bottom?”

Amy thought for a second, then smiled. “What a nice idea! That’ll give a better idea what I’ll look like covered in the stuff, too. Here, you take the bowls and paint one flavor on each cheek of my butt. Take a bigger mouthful when you chew, too. I kind of like feeling you chew. It gives me a tingle.”

About that time, a firm female voice intervened. “Not in the kitchen, ladies.” Sharon had arrived and accurately assessed the situation with Kiki kneeling behind Amy, preparing to paint her buttocks with barbecue sauce. “Take it to the benches in the shower room. I don’t want to have to get this place cleaned up just because you two got experimental.”

In the shower room, Kiki couldn’t decide which sauce tasted best as she chewed gently on a soft and tender mouthful of Amy’s succulent buttock. Amy, lying full length on the shower bench, decided she needed more opinions, so they proceeded to test other fleshy body parts, although repeat tests to verify flavor were necessary on Amy’s buns. This led to both girls becoming quite covered in sauce and proved Sharon right. It was fun, but very messy. In the end, they agreed the experiment was worthwhile, although they also agreed that the cunt filet, flavored with natural juices, was the best tasting part on both of them.

Finally, they decided the tomato based sauce really set off Amy’s hair and enhanced her skin coloration. Ergo, Amy would be barbecued in the dark sauce. Such was the muffin decision process.

Getting Amy ready to barbecue was an exciting process for Kiki. They had hugged tightly and kissed each other goodby before Amy slipped off her high heeled beach clogs and crawled up onto the kitchen island to lay on the platter. When the Amy spread her legs and Sharon inserted the bottom half of the hypermagnetic spit eight or so inches up her pussy, Kiki clenched her thighs together and rose up on her toes in excitement. She clenched so tightly, in fact, and was so excited she had a small orgasm. Wow, just by watching!

To one side of the patio, Martha was also enjoying herself, almost against her will. It wasn’t that watching Sharon and tSade prepare Amy wasn’t fun. It was that everyone was simply not doing it the way she, an expert in all things craft and home, felt was the best and most efficient way. At the first woman cooking she’d attended at the ranch, she’d felt compelled to offer a number of necessary comments and suggestions. This prompted Sharon to offer what she termed a number of necessary comments and suggestions. Martha sniffed mentally, that remark about ripping her limb from limb really wasn’t necessary. Sharon wouldn’t do that, would she? Anyway, Belinda had intervened, and the resulting solution was (grumpily) accepted by Sharon and (reluctantly) agreed to by Martha. Hence the manner in which she was now required to watch the preparation and cooking of women.

Martha really couldn’t comment on the inefficiencies she noted, not with the front half of a two part hypermagnetic spit in her mouth. Spitted on the rotisserie - her current position - left her unable to correct necessary matters, which was unsatisfactory. On the other hand, she thought as the orgasm from the active tingler up her cunt erupted, there were compensations.

Amy’s arms were bound to her sides with cooking twine, and her legs tied together around the spit. Wendy put up Amy’s hair, but her breasts were left unbound since she was going to be grilled. The front half of the spit was inserted into Amy’s mouth and the current turned on to lock the shafts in place with a strong magnetic field. Amy felt like she was actually wrapped around a one piece spit, and the feeling excited her further. She went over the top for the first time when tSade turned on the tingler on the end of the shaft up her pussy. She wasn’t stuffed, since she was being barbecued, but tSade had pre-carved several sweet potatoes into thick cylinders and gently slipped them up her butt to simmer inside her as she cooked. Cross bars were attached to the spit in front of her and below her feet to allow her to be turned easily on the grill. Now she was ready. She was, as Sharon referred to her, shish-ka-broad.

Amy felt herself lifted by the spit, carried to the already warm patio grill, and laid on the special non-heat conducting cross bars. The heat would come up slowly so she’d feel and smell herself cooking before she passed out, but be in no pain. Instead, all she could feel was pleasure from the tingler, the orgasms, and the idea of becoming a wonderful dinner. The brushes dipped in barbecue sauce started their work all over her soft, curvy flesh and added to the sensory overload she was experiencing. Her orgasms were becoming stronger and stronger, and she could hear the sizzle of juice leaking from her pussy and falling on the heating coils below her succulent body.

As one side was done and Sharon and tSade turned Amy for further coating, Kiki felt a soft arm around her waist. Usually on these occasions, it was Faye, wanting to cuddle and arrange a little sex once the girl had passed. This time it was Belinda. “Doesn’t she look wonderful, dear?” Belinda asked in her soft, musical voice. “I think this was such a wonderful idea that Amy had. Don’t you?”

Kiki nodded in bright eyed excitement. “Oh, Belinda, she looks great! Can I get you to do me this way? With the light sauce, though - that would look better on me. I’m a blonde, I mean. I just think it’s so exciting!”

Belinda pulled her close so that bare flesh of their sides was in full contact. “Of course, love. I think you would make an excellent barbecue. She’s starting to smell marvelous, too. Listen, isn’t she making the most fabulous noise?”

Amy was now gasping, groaning and squealing around the front half of the spit in her mouth. Since the spit wasn’t inserted all the way down her throat, she was able to breathe easily and sound off to her heart’s content. The music she was making was exciting everyone else, too. Women were staring to pair off as they watched Amy convulse and cook, listened to her noises and sniffed the wonderful aromas.

Pink, sitting on a nearby patio table, enjoyed the aroma as well. Some great food was cooking, and as Lord and Master of the house, he was going to get his share. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Groaning and writhing beneath Belinda an hour or so later, Kiki had nothing in her mind except pleasure. The warm afterglow that followed cleared her thoughts and led to a decision. Putting her decision into action, she said, “Belinda, I need to talk to you about something Sissy wanted me to do.”

“Of course, dear,” Belinda murmured, “but later, in the bedroom. We haven’t really finished enjoying this part of the occasion, yet.”

Kiki gasped as she felt what Belinda’s hand was doing. “Yes-s-s-s… Oh! Belinda-a-a-a-a-Ah…”

Sissy Tyson was feeling both elated and somewhat put upon as she drove towards Belinda’s mansion. She was elated because of the confidential invitation to come stay at the mansion two nights before the meeting of the Miami Junior Women’s Club. That implied a number of things, many of them good. It was just possible, Sissy told herself, that that airhead Belinda was going to accept her proposal to manufacture and distribute the female body development hormone solution she’d unveiled at the last Junior Women’s Club meeting. Sissy had to admit the demonstrator girl, Julie, showed a fantastic figure and attributed it all to the hormones. Something that could do that was worth millions to the right person. Sissy considered herself, controlling stockholder of her late husband’s marketing company, to be the right person. On the other hand, Kiki, dumass that she was, might just have done what she was supposed to do, in which case the right person was going to be 25% richer, due to lack of need for licensing fees.

On the flip side, Sissy felt put upon for one simple reason: she was denied the use of her cell phone. Belinda insisted on confidentiality, which meant nobody knew where Sissy was going and she was forbidden contact with anyone until she left the ranch. For a woman that perpetually drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding the cell phone to her ear, this amounted to a major sacrifice. Humph.

Driving through the electronic gates and up Belinda’s driveway was intimidating. Belinda was obviously Loaded! Capital L. As in wouldn’t notice Sissy’s current annual income if it dropped off her balance sheet.

More intimidation of the unintentional kind awaited. A fully nude Sharon opened the door to let (not necessarily welcome) Sissy into the house. Sharon’s five nine and quite firm 38D-28-38 figure were enough to overshadow a formerly sleek 115 pound South Beach bikini’d predator that had since gained the Fifteen Horrible Pounds. Sissy knew she still looked mouthwatering in a bikini, but simply wasn’t in her former league. Or in Sharon’s. Or in Belinda’s, when the possessor of such a truly fabulous figure bustled up a few moments later to throw her arms around Sissy and enthusiastically welcome her to the ‘ranch’, as she put it.

Reluctantly leaving her clothing in the hallside ‘dressing room’ and hefting her overnight bag with a few necessities sans clothing (Makeup, jewelry, hair dryer, etc. Total: 12 pounds.) Sissy followed Belinda’s energetically wiggling bottom, intrigued at the wide variety of motions her bare buttocks were making, into the house. Whereupon, she stopped dead.

The place was positively overrun with naked women sans pubic hair. Only one young woman still retained a small strip of pussy fir, and was pointed out as “Wendy, our employee. She’ll be helping you, dear.” The rest of the women weren’t exactly what Sissy expected. None of them were fat, or flabby, or (with the spectacular exception of a giant economy sized girl named Faye) over fleshed. Every woman she could see, ranging from about mid twenties to late thirties, fell into the category of “built like a brick shit house”. That included her step daughter, Kiki, whom she could see out by the pool. Kiki’s big eyed, gracefully long necked, beautifully curved figure was one reason Sissy had given her this little odd job. It got her depressing beauty away where she couldn’t be compared with her ten year older step mom. Besides, if Kiki ended up cooked, Sissy was sure she’d be delicious.

During the remainder of the afternoon, Sissy learned a number of things: a) everyone was quite friendly and the spit muffins, other than having a Major Screw Loose, were very nice (a pleasant discovery), b) a truly terrifying muffin named Martha stood ready to educate her on everything from the best wine to have with grilled thigh steaks to the proper method to sauté a pussy filet (invitation declined), c) watching a girl having her pussy grilled was fun (invitation to experience the sensation also declined), d) Kiki was somewhat uncommunicative (not really a loss), e) Belinda didn’t want to talk business until tomorrow afternoon over an intimate dinner (accepted with anticipation), and f) muffins knew some really extraordinary tongue acrobatics when they got those tongues in the right places (not to mention some quite unique uses for sex toys). The day was not a total loss, and Sissy ended up spending a very active and educational night with two of the muffins, Lori and Lee Ann.

The next morning proved quite interesting. It started, as did every morning at the ranch, with the daily milking. Sissy watched the process in bemusement, actually finding herself enjoying the process of one woman milking another. One figure caught her eye and she commented to Belinda, who was escorting her, “That’s … ah…”

“Faye, dear,” Belinda supplied.

“Right. She certainly does… ah… give… ah…”

“Oh, she’s quite a milk producer,” Belinda commented. “Really, love, her last name ought to be Holstein. You should be proud to know that Kiki is also among our top producers for her size. It’s truly a shame there’s not a national contest for giving milk. Both would get blue ribbons in their class.”

“Class?” Sissy asked, wondering meanwhile if she wanted to know the answer.

Belinda reached up and hefted her own blue ribbon pair. “These, dear. One must simply classify by breast size to be fair.”

“Oh.”

Sissy tried not to show her excitement when she was led outside and watched five of the muffins sit on a backless bench set on a platform facing the ocean. Her excitement wasn’t caused by the fact that the women were easing themselves down onto long vibrators set into the bench seats. It wasn’t even caused by watching Sharon and Wendy walk behind the girls and carefully stick the long nozzle of a squeeze bulb up through a split in the bench and deep into the ass of each woman, getting quite an interesting reaction when the bulb was squeezed. No, it was caused by Belinda’s offhanded explanation that the muffins on the bench were getting their required dose of milk or female growth hormones.

That was something she wanted to know about! Sissy carefully watched as Wendy gathered up the empties and took them back into the living room and through a door in the far wall. Trying to be casual, Sissy asked, “Belinda, I’ve been all over your house, but not through the door Wendy just used. I’m curious. Where does that lead?”

Belinda replied in her usual sweet tones. “Oh that’s the door to the basement, love. There are a lot of utility type things and the meat cooler down there, and we really ask that guests not go down there. It’s not really for visitors and occasionally some of the muffins use the area for private play. I like to honor their privacy if requested, and I request that my guests do the same.”

Sissy got the hint, and also the fact that the hormone mixtures were probably stored down there. That was what she wanted. Get samples, get them analyzed and copied, get the inventor out of the picture, and Sissy Tyson was on her way to having the kind of lifestyle she saw around her. (Well, without all the muffins, but who knew? She might develop a taste. The muffin meat she’d had here certainly had exquisite flavor, much better than the girls cooked at the Junior Women’s Club meetings.)

It wasn’t until later that Sissy found the opportunity she was seeking. Belinda and, especially, Sharon weren’t around. Of course, the daily life at the ranch was flowing around her in its leisurely fashion. She was just loafing on the patio, like a number of other women. Several were in the pool, the sounds of an energetic volleyball game were coming from the private beach, a couple were quietly making out on a lounger, while just past them, Faye, whom she’d had a chance to sample earlier, was having her butt energetically plowed by another muffin and another group were setting up the huge kettle, presumably to boil someone. Just a nice, quiet homey day at Belinda’s.

This was the time Sissy was waiting to have happen. Now she could sneak into the basement and quietly make off with hormone mixture samples. Kiki was sent here to do that, or get cooked if she didn’t, but was her usual failure at the important things in Sissy’s life. Now it was up to her, and she was ready for the challenge. Nervous, but ready.

Looking carefully around, Sissy snuck across the living room and eased the door to the basement open. Following another careful look, she slipped through the door, closed it behind her, and started down the stairs. It felt weird doing all this sneaking stuff while stark naked, but she couldn’t very well dress up in black clothing and a stocking cap. In a house full of stark naked women, her skin would be more invisible than any form of clothing, let alone Spy Mission Commando Black. Resolute - nude, but resolute - she headed down to locate the Secret Formula and abscond with it as her means to making a Cool Million or ten.

Unknown to Sissy in her Resolution, she hadn’t completely closed the basement door. Her nervous creeping had been under scrutiny of the Lord and Master, i.e. Pink. Watching that particular collection of Tender Vittles (as he thought of Sissy) intrigued him. Pink was as curious… well, as curious as a cat. Wondering what she was up to, and if he could sneak in an advance taste, he followed her, silent as… well, as silent as a cat. Trend, here.

Sissy and her pink shadow crept down the stairs. Near the bottom, she was able to get a good view of a large portion of the room. It was the piteous groans that first alerted her. Craning her neck to see around a support beam, she beheld a shocking sight. Two of the muffins, postures conveying total misery, were hanging in exhausted fashion from chains descending from the roof. The women were moaning, squirming slightly, and let their heads hang limply forward, their hair covering their faces. The collection of table saws, sharp blades, and various other implements only added to the horror of the scene. There was even a large cage, complete with cot and more chains, in the corner of the room. Sissy shuddered to imagine what fiendish evil the cage foretended. This wasn’t what she’d thought Belinda’s place was like at all! What was going on?

Suddenly, she heard a scuffing noise in a darkened corner of the basement. Looking carefully in the shadows, she could just make out a featureless figure, dressed in what looked like an old baggy man’s suit, staggering ominously forward in a stiff legged zombie’s walk. A stray beam of light glinted off a huge butcher’s cleaver in the figure’s hands. One of the chained girls, alerted by the slow, ragged scuffing of the figure’s shoes on the basement floor, looked up and moaned in horror, “Oh, no, NO, NOT THAT!”

There was a metal table about four feet high just at the base of the stairs. Without giving it a second thought, Sissy dived under it, crouching as, in horrified fascination, she watched the figure’s dark stained and scruffy pants legs advance slowly, horribly, one stiff step at a time. The thing was going to pass right in front of her! Oh, she thought as she froze and held her breath, don’t let it look under the table!

Somewhat bemused, Pink watched this newest tasty looking woman’s antics. Noting her crouched position, he decided she was close enough to the floor for him to get a good sniff of the best parts. Ergo, he silently as a cat (how else? Trend, remember?) leaped to the floor of the basement and crept over to check her out.

Sissy was unable to move a muscle as she watched the inevitable progress of the horrible pants legs slowly pass her nose. It was even with her!

Intrigued by the delicate aroma of fear and pheromones, Pink stopped beneath Sissy’s deliciously round bare buttocks and decided that this pussy was going to give the pussy over his head a good sniffing.

The delicate, moist tap-tap of Pink’s nose on her cunt set Sissy off. Already strung out with terror, the unexpected touch triggered a violent response. Screaming, she leaped upright. That is, she leaped upright until her head traveled about four inches at top velocity and whanged into the steel bottom of the steel table’s steel top. The resulting catastrophic blow made her collapse onto her soft bottom, see stars, and caused Pink to abruptly unass the area.

Sissy was seeing double when she heard a gruff voice shout, “What the hell NOW?!?” A face, covered in a mask that made it horribly anonymous, suddenly appeared in her vision, looking straight at her. She was discovered! Immediately, Sissy did the only rational thing possible - she fainted.

Looking at the crumpled woman lying underneath the table, Sharon pulled the hockey mask off her face and sighed heavily as she recognized Sissy, just where she wasn’t supposed to be. Damn, she wasn’t scheduled for anything before later this afternoon. Sighing again, Sharon decided it was time for action. “Okay, girls,” she told the surprised and noisily curious abused beauties, “game’s over for right now. We have to do some work. Get out of those chains. Amalee, go find Belinda and bring her down here. Jaqui, get some cuffs and a ball gag. We have to get this one into the cage.” Then she doffed the old ragged suit to resume her customary and comfortable nudity while the two abused and chained beauties slipped out of their chains and abused manners, straightened their hair, and went off to do Sharon’s bidding.

Belinda was down in the basement a few moments later, taking in the sight of the still unconscious Sissy, cuffed and gagged on the cage’s cot. “Very well done, Sharon dearest,” she chimed. ” I suspected from the first she wanted the hormone formula, but Kiki confirmed she was here to steal it. In fact, Sissy wanted Kiki to steal it for her, but the darling girl decided she wanted to become a barbecue instead and admitted everything. I think we’ll just leave Sissy here for the time being.

“Sharon, why don’t you come down later and explain her situation to her. Make her comfortable, of course, but ensure she understands she’s the main course at the Club dinner tomorrow. I was going to grab her later tonight, but she seems to have saved us the trouble. A little free range meat will be a nice variation, but I’m afraid Sissy simply will not feed the amount of guests we’ll have here. One of the muffins will get her chance, so let them know. They’ll be so thrilled!”

After yet another sigh, this one at the mentality of muffins and their ultimate meat fantasy, Sharon nodded and went to work. Of course, there was an upside. Sissy was the type of expensive Yuppie blonde she detested, and she was going to have the chance to shove the bottom half of a two part spit right up her fat tasty cunt tomorrow. Idly, Sharon wondered if Belinda would let her use a solid spit, instead. Really, this was going to be fun.

When Karyn arrived later that afternoon, Nancy and Anne-Marie were with her. After stripping, they joined a group out on the patio, watching a large cauldron over a low fire. Inside the pot were Kiki and three more of the muffins, groaning, moaning and squirming, obviously having an orgasmically good time. Stirring the pot and occasionally stroking one of the ingredients between the thighs with the soft brush on the end of her stir stick was tSade. “Oh,” said Anne-Marie, “they look like they’re having fun!”

tSade nodded. “They aren’t really cooking, and this isn’t just for role play. Belinda wants to use her special barbecue sauce on the two girls cooked tomorrow, and we’re making the secret ingredient for it: girl juice. The happier they get, the more juice and the better the sauce tastes. Want to stir for a little while? Don’t forget to stroke them every so often - keeps the pot boiling.”

With one of her trademark bawdy grins, AM took the stir pole from tSade and began keeping the hot water circulating. Every once in a while, she’d use the brush end to stroke someone’s pussy under the water and help the girl along, not that the busy hands of all four down there weren’t doing an excellent job already.

Nancy got herself a drink and went back to watch the show in the pot. After a little while, she found herself talking to Faye. “Are you going to be our dinner tomorrow?” Nancy asked, one part of her mind amazed at what would pass as casual conversation at Belinda’s.

Faye shook her head with a smile, not at all discomfited that the topic of conversation was cooking her body. “Nope. Belinda is saving me for her family reunion in a few weeks. She says I’m something special, and deserve a special use.”

Nancy nodded, still slightly amazed that she was talking about eating a woman with the prospective meal, herself. “So a few more weeks at the ranch.”

“My, yes,” Faye breathed with a big grin. “I love it here. I’ve finally found a place where everyone admires and envies my big body.” She took a sip of her own drink. “That’s something special, even with the totally all girl sexual orientation. I used to be straight before I came here, but there’s quite a few nice things about doing it with another woman.

Faye held up a finger. “For one thing, this doesn’t get tired. For another, girls know one finger is quite enough, and it doesn’t even have to go all the way in, not that I don’t like toys.”

Nancy had to agree Faye had a point. Eyeing her lush, overstuffed body, she also had to admit she had quite a few other things - in abundance. “Hm,” she said, “sounds like a subject that needs exploring.”

Faye giggled. “Talk to me after dinner and we’ll go into more detail.”

Belinda and Karyn joined the pair. They had been in Belinda’s bedroom, renewing their old contest of trying to wear each other out. So far, nobody had won yet, but the fun, as has been frequently said, was in the game.

After a few moments casual conversation, Belinda waved at Sharon. “Dearest,” she said when Sharon joined them, “How is Sissy?”

Sharon grinned. “I left her being softened up. She ought to be very compliant soon.”

Belinda frowned. “My dearest love, I sincerely hope you haven’t use strict bondage on her. You know I don’t approve, even in cases like Sissy.”

Sharon’s grin became far more evil. “Worse than that.”

Belinda gasped. “You mean…”

Sharon nodded. “I told Martha there was a woman in the cage we were going to cook, but had never even cooked a whole woman, much less been selected as meat herself. Then I told her to see if she could instruct Sissy on what to do.”

Belinda shook her head sadly. “That’s sadistic. I do hope you won’t let Martha go on too long. No human should be subjected to that sort of punishment for an extended period.”

Amid the general laughter - everyone had met Martha - Sharon replied, “Just before dinner, I’ll go down there and break Martha loose. I’ll take some of that wine you’ve got spiked with your sex drug and a couple of joints with me, and Sissy will be softened up, mellow, and hot to trot soon enough.”

Belinda nodded and smiled sweetly. “Very good, darling. I’ll take Sissy to bed with me tonight and get her warmed up for tomorrow. Plenty of sex makes a girl just so much more delicious, and I intend that she have truly exquisite flavor for the Club dinner.”

After an enervating night with a variety of female residents (Karyn was entertained by both Sharon and Wendy, to everyone’s mutual satisfaction), Belinda’s four visitors happily participated in the morning routine, acting as milkers for the milk muffins, then getting to experience girl milking from the other side, when four of the just drained milk muffins pretended to milk them. Hormone injections and aerobics were fun to watch, and the cool down in the pool was finished in plenty of time to help Sharon with the final preparations for the Miami Junior Women’s Club meeting that afternoon.

As one essential preparation, Belinda had a little talk with Martha. In essence, it boiled down to the ultimatum that, if she was caught conducting any form of instruction with the Club members, offering any necessary suggestions about preparing and cooking Sissy, or practicing Home Improvements without a license, she would be summarily dressed and sent back where she came from. Martha turned pale at this ultimate threat, the worst fate that could befall a spit muffin, but she knew Belinda’s calm and sweetly phrased shut-up-or-you’re-outta-here ultimatum was serious. To prevent Martha from becoming totally disconsolate, Belinda graciously promised she could be gagged and chained to a post on the patio, acting as a welcoming centerpiece for the arrival of the Club members. Martha trundled happily off to choose just the right set of cuffs and ball gag.

Starting soon after lunch, the members of the Club started to arrive, to be greeted by Sharon or Wendy and shown where to undress and leave their clothing. Although nervous about Belinda’s ‘no clothing in the ranch’ rule, most (scratch that, almost ALL) of the various sleek upscale women were uneasy about stripping in front of the group. There was a world of difference between a fashionably daring designer bikini and just wearing a coat of sun screen. Nudity was a leveler, which was undesirable, but Belinda had specifically allowed jewelry as compensation. Expensive accessories, natural egotism, and body pride, coupled with a burning curiosity about Belinda’s ranch, had pushed the great majority of the members over the edge, thus the crowd of nude Junior Women’s Club members in attendance was actually higher than at a normal meeting.

The muffins (less Martha who was gagged and chained to her post, excited about all the attention and nice comments she was receiving) were in seventh heaven. They were detailed to act as hostesses for the meeting, and, after hearing about the little aprons and maid’s caps worn by the pantry girls at other meetings, were happily decked out in aprons that were little more than gauze belts with elephantiasis, cute little French maid’s caps, bow ties, lace cuffs, and high heels. Martha (who else?) had given a class and assisted everyone in the manufacture of their own outfits. Belinda thought they added to the ambiance of the occasion. Sharon thought the whole thing dumb, but had to admit the outfits were hot.

Amalie and her ‘pet’ strolled by, the sight of the leash depending from Amalie’s wrist to the ‘pet’ girl’s pussy lip arousing, as it always did, Sharon’s irritation. She wasn’t alone, either. All of the muffins were mildly outraged at the sight, and Sharon began to field muffin complaints at what the two women were doing. Sharon finally had enough and told a selection of mildly furious muffins to can it. Amalie and her ‘pet’ were engaged in something they normally did, no matter how degrading it made a meat girl look, and there was nothing that could be done about it. But, oh, Sharon thought to herself, if they ever got Amalie and her toy downstairs in the cage… She smiled blissfully at the picture.

There were small group tours of the ranch, led by various muffins, individual activities involving Belinda’s private beach and the pool, a quick announcement that the (hastily erected) cabanas were available for anyone’s use, plenty of schmoozing, and then it was time for the main event. A slightly enervated ,very apprehensive, but still sexually excited Sissy was brought out and placed on a restraining stool, fresh from cleaning, removal of all body hair (including a small trouble spot on her upper lip), and a really, really deep enema.

As she mouthed the ball gag and flexed her wrists and ankles against the cuffs, Sissy took a moment to be thankful for the workout Belinda had given her last night. Without it, the long thick dowels up her ass and pussy would have been highly uncomfortable. As it was, they were only uncomfortable. Looking around at the crowd, Sissy could see many of her fellow club members, stark naked and looking at her with anticipation. No love lost there.

In fact, here came three of them, Bonnie Clements, Joan Hill, and Laci Lattimer. None were exactly brain surgeons. Laci opened the conversation. “Sissy,” she said very seriously, “I must say you look delicious, and I really want a nice piece of you, but I have a few issues. I’m on a low carb and low cholesterol diet. Helps me keep the weight down and stay healthy. Do you happen to know what your cholesterol count is right now?”

Bonnie piped up, “Laci, she’s gagged. She can’t answer you, although I’m sure she would.”

Joan tried to be helpful. “Well, she could, like, make a noise or blink her eyes or nod or shake her head, like, couldn’t she?”

Appalled at this convocation of idiots, Sissy closed her eyes, moaned, and shook her head. Couldn’t these dumbbells tell she DIDN’T want to be impaled on this chair, waiting for a friendly cook to come put her on the grill with the appropriate sauce and sides?

Laci squealed. “Oh, Look! She’s doing all of it! That must mean she’s healthy to eat. Thanks, Sissy, you’re wonderful!”

As the now enlightened trio went bouncing (literally - all three were rather buxom) off, Sissy snarled into her gag, wishing Laci cholesterol overload and an immediate heart attack. This was NOT a good afternoon.

It got worse. Kiki rushed over, grabbed her, and hugged her tight, causing some unpleasant sensations, what with the dowels embedded in her pussy and butt. “Oh, SISSY!” she squealed. “I’m going to be barbecued with you today, and in a really fabulous light mustard sauce that goes so well with my hair and eyes. I was so happy to hear we’re going to be on the same grill! Isn’t that wonderful!?!”

Sissy closed her eyes, bounced her feet up and down on one of the stool rungs, and screamed her frustration into her ball gag. She gave Kiki death looks until Wendy came over and began to stroke her clitoris. She was so juicy that her orgasm doused, not only the dowel up her cunt, but her anger and a good part of the stool as well. A couple more like that, and Sissy was ready for preparation.

Pink was watching from atop the patio cabinet, not his preferred position. He usually wanted to be close to the action, but being close to the action in this case was to risk being trampled by a herd of naked women. There was such a thing, he decided grumpily, as too much meat on the hoof. After the twentieth “Nice kitty. and the thirtieth “Is that cat pink?”, he’d gotten the hell out of reach. He felt much aggrieved.

The plugs were removed and Sissy was carefully lifted off the stool onto a girl sized platter on the patio cooking table, to the rapt attention of the assembled female multitude. With the assistance of many ever-helpful hands, she found herself strapped face down, ready for stuffing. Anne-Marie, who had previously carved sweet potatoes into thick cylinders, gently inserted them into Sissy’s ass, the same treatment on Amy having proved very popular.

On the adjoining platter, Nancy was performing the identical garnishment, in the identical fashion, to the accompaniment of a running commentary from the recipient consisting of moans, gaps, and squeals. Kiki got a real tingle each time Nancy spread the tender full flesh of her buttocks with thumb and forefinger, then gently inserted the cylindrically carved potato into her ass and pushed it firmly out of sight and up her bottom. In fact, the tingles turned into minor orgasms, a fact apparent to anyone with ears.

As each potato was inserted between her buttocks and up into her ass, Sissy found herself having also having a small orgasm from the penetrations. It was like nothing Sissy had ever felt before in her life, which could pretty much describe the next hour or so before the heat got her, she realized.

“You know”, a watching muffin commented to another, “put one of those up your cunt before you sit on a grill for a role play pussy barbecue, and I bet you would give it a great flavor for sweet potato pie. Really unique sensation, too.”

“You’d have to do a lot of potatoes to really make enough pie for everyone,” her friend replied.

“Where’s the problem with that?” came the inevitable reply.

True to her wish, Sharon got to insert the bottom half of the two part spit between Sissy’s slightly spread legs and about eight or ten inches up her pussy. Wendy popped the gag out of her mouth and replaced it with the front half of the spit. When Sharon turned on the magnetic field to lock the two halves in place, Sissy went rigid, as though the spit projecting through her was solid. With her wrists tied to her waist and her legs bound to the spit, she was ready to go on the grill. Next to her, a far more cooperative Kiki was given the same treatment.

Despite herself, Sissy got excited as the tingler up her cunt was activated. She barely heard Sharon tell her she was ready or felt the slap on her buttock as a sendoff. When she was placed next to Kiki on the warm grill, the cooks began covering her with barbecue sauce with long handled soft brushes. The feel of the thick liquid and the soft brush on nerves made hypersensitive from the tingler merely excited her more. Next to her, Kiki convulsed and squealed through her first major orgasm. And… OH! Here came hers!

The watching women were just as excited as the two barbecuing girls. Belinda’s crew knew what they were seeing, and loved it. The regular members of the Club were more wide-eyed, but getting just as hot. Not a few were eyeing each other or the lush charms of the muffins.

One, Alice Fensterwald, was so excited she could burst. Alice was slightly onto the ‘plump’ side of plump and curvy, and hated showing her body in a bikini at the regular meetings. She only did it to ‘keep in touch’ and because she secretly loved the taste of girl meat. Coming to Belinda’s and getting naked was a challenge she absolutely detested. Things had turned out all right, however. Five teeth-clenching minutes after stripping, she’d found Faye, a woman bigger than she was, and now the two were inseparable. Faye whispered in her ear that they were going back to her bedroom after Sissy and Kiki were gone, where she’d show Alice how to prepare her bottom hole for stuffing, and other tricks with a strap-on. Alice shivered with anticipation as she watched the two women squirm and convulse on the grill.

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By this time, Sissy could feel the heat slowly getting higher, but didn’t care, her whole existence was one orgasm after another, her own sounds, and those of Kiki right next to her. All she could do was strain against the bars in her mouth and cunt and the potatoes up her ass. She suddenly realized the exciting aroma she was smelling was both her and the barbecue sauce. There was the delicate scent of her body as it began to cook, and the truly exquisite bouquet of the pussy juice that made up the base for the sauce. She could even hear, between groans, gasps and squeals, the soft sizzle of her own juices as they fell on the hot coils below. Her consciousness just spiraled off, submerged in an ocean of sexual sensation, not caring where she was, what was happening, or that she was the one slowly cooking to feed the avid crowd. One blast of sensation followed another, and that was all her universe.

The two on the grill slowly stopped moving, and the watching women took that as a signal to pair off and get moving. After a very athletic while, Sharon looked around from her position atop Laci and realized everyone was pretty much engaged in variations of the same theme. Good enough. Right about then, a languid but still squirming Laci put her arms around Sharon’s neck and pulled her back down. That was fine with Sharon.

Much later, Sharon was doing her domestic duty , carving slices of Sissy for the serving line and occasionally throwing slivers to Pink as Belinda sidled up next to her. Belinda casually put her hand on Sharon’s buttock and let her fingers absently squeeze and caress the smooth bare flesh as she studied the happily dining group. “You know, dearest,” she said with an affectionate peck on Sharon’s ear, “I believe this meeting was a success.”

“Everybody’s going to be well fed,” Sharon grunted as she sliced portions of Sissy’s inner thigh for Alice and Faye, “and everybody’s been well laid. I’d call that a success. And if you keep playing with my ass, we’re going in back before we eat.”

Belinda smiled lazily and continued gently squeezing Sharon’s butt cheek rhythmically. “This is so much fun, I thought we’d do it again for the next meeting.”

Sharon raised her eyebrows at Belinda with some concern. “Next meeting?” Then she noticed Belinda subtly eyeing a particular pair of women in the crowd.

“Yes, dearest love,” Belinda whispered softly into Sharon’s ear, accompanying the whisper with a little tongue dip. “What would you say to a double roast featuring Amalie and her pet?”

Belinda and Sharon smiled at each other in complete understanding.