Belinda 08a: Belinda and the Desperate Non-Housewives by Leo

Belinda, Martha and the Desperate Non-Housewives by Leo

An upscale suburb of Miami, full of upper six figure houses. Four women in their mid thirties, wearing designer sportswear are looking out the picture window of one of the houses. For visual interest, three are faux blondes, while one is a brunette. All have fashionably sleek figures, although one of the blondes (the one with the more than shoulder length hair) is somewhat more rounded. The fact is not quite apparent in her sleeveless knit turtleneck and walking shorts. All are glaring at a group of girls ranging from late teens to early twenties strolling along the sidewalk towards the country club just down the street. The fact that they are heading for the pool is obvious, since all are dressed in daring bikinis. Since this is Miami, most are only clad in their bikinis, clogs, sunglasses, and carrying a towel.

“The least they could do is put on some clothes,” commented Edie, stroking back her impeccably styled shoulder length faux blonde hair.

The brunette, Abbie, smiled nastily. “Oh, I don’t know. The view makes me think of those wonderful girl roasts at the Miami Junior Women’s Club meetings.”

Another blonde, Patti, contributed to the generally catty conversation. “I kind of liked the flavor of Sissy and Kiki, the way Belinda cooked them for our last meeting. See that little red head in the middle? The one with the bouncy bubble butt? I bet she’d really put on a show on a spit.”

The last one, the one with the longish faux blonde hair, finished the commentary. “Oh, she does look nice. Makes me sort of wish we could catch one like her and get her on the barbecue pit in back.

“However, ladies,” continued the same faux blonde, Louise by name, “we’re here to enjoy a little oven roasted girl meat of our own and have a nice afternoon. Since it’s just us, and we’ll be doing everything in my very private back yard, I want us to behave as though we’re at Belinda’s place. I kind of enjoyed the nudity and fun we had at that barbecue. That half hip I bought is ready to go on the rotisserie, and I think it’s time we got ready to enjoy it properly. Come on, girls, time to strip.”

Fingering the buttons on her blouse, Abbie asked uneasily, “Nobody can see in the yard? Actually, I kind of get uneasy taking my clothes off outdoors.”

Edie had already begun to strip. “Oh, come on, Abbie. Lou’s right. We can get an all over tan by the pool while we wait for the meat to cook. Besides, we do it at home and it’s not as though we haven’t seen each other naked before. We did it at Belinda’s remember.”

Thinking back to Belinda’s small herd of spit muffins, women that had chucked it all to realize their fantasy of becoming meat, Edie licked her lips. “All those tasty muffins bouncing around nude, yum! Well, if we can’t have the whole woman, we can at least have a piece of one. Still, I wouldn’t mind having the fun of preparing and cooking a whole live girl.”

In short order, the four were nude and trooping for the back patio, each giving the other three unobtrusive looks to verify that they had the best looking bodies. In short order, they were clustered around a cook table on which rested a platter containing a woman’s half hip, complete with buttock and top part of a thigh. As she applied a few finishing spices, Lou told the group, “This was kind of expensive and I was lucky to find a supplier.”

Examining the meat, Patti asked, “Did you get the… uh…”

Lou shook her head. “The prime filet? No, the pussy comes separate and it’s dreadfully expensive when it’s included. I just got this cut for an afternoon get together.”

The other three nodded with understanding, not believing it for a minute. They were all beneficiaries of two or three (four in one case) ex-husbands with plenty of money, and expense wasn’t normally a word in their vocabulary. They were each privately sure Lou was holding out.

In fact, a very nicely fleshed prime filet was no longer resting in Lou’s refrigerator, having been last evening’s solitary candlelight dinner with a bottle of fine wine. Lou felt further discussion on the topic was unnecessary.

With reasonable efficiency, the hip was spitted and placed on the rotisserie of a preheated stainless steel barbecue, everything set in motion, and the top pulled back down to cover the cooking meat. “There,” Lou announced with satisfaction, “we ought to be able to eat in about two hours. The pool and the sun await, ladies.”

“That’s a little boring,” Abbie commented. “I kind of miss the orgy we had when Sissy and Kiki were cooking.”

Edie smiled, glancing again at Lou’s full buttocks. “That was exciting, but nobody has a man at the moment and nothing says we can’t enjoy ourselves here. Who’s to care?” Three knowing smiles answered her question.

“Sounds like a plan,” Lou said, then yipped in surprise. Edie had insinuated a finger under her full buttocks and up inside. Deep inside. With matching predatory smiles, Patti and Abbie turned to each other and began softly stroking things that squeezed nicely. In short order, moans, groans, gasps, tussles and other entangling movements followed on several pool loungers, involving all four participants.

Later, satiated, Abbie reclined on a pool lounger and tried to get a little sun. Edie and Patti had gone in back, where a series of squeals told Abbie the two had followed Lou’s directions and found her strap-on. Lou, just as replete as Abbie, was this moment lying on her belly on a pool mat, her head pillowed on her crossed arms, eyes covered by dark sunglasses. Abbie let her eyes roam up and down Lou’s curves, noticing there were more of them than she remembered. Take that ass, for instance. Lovely round thing, quite full and soft and meaty - be an ornament to any grill. Not of course, that Abbie would ever even think of broiling a close friend like Lou, but the view was still quite appetizing. Say… cut a steak from about there…

“I know what you’re thinking, “Lou said without moving, “and you can just forget it. Besides, dinner will be ready soon.”

“Lou, you seem to have a few more curves than I remember from Belinda’s,” Abbie replied, not bothering to deny anything, her eyes still on Lou’s very nicely rounded ass. “It’s almost like you were taking her hormones.”

“Never happen,” Lou replied, squirming her body slightly. “It’s just me.” She made a firm mental resolution to hide the bottle of hormone pills she’d bought from Belinda before anybody found them. Secretly, she was also glad of the effect her new, slightly more full figure was having. Abbie wasn’t the only one that had reacted to it, and Lou was feeling a bit smug.

Abbie made a mental resolution to call Belinda and place an order. Being sleek and expensively well kept was fine, but Lou had advanced from that level into the truly eye-catching category. No need to feel jealous when the problem was easy to fix.

A loud series of squeals and a rising moan issued from the back of the house. “That sounded like Edie,” Abbie remarked. “I think she’s very happy.”

Lou nodded, then rested her chin on her crossed wrists. “Sounds like it. Puts me in mind of what we were hearing from Sissy and Kiki as they were cooking. I wonder what it would be like to cook a whole woman ourselves.”

Abbie thought for a moment. “Well, we don’t have any equipment, or any idea how to use it. We don’t have a girl, either, although those little fluff heads we were watching before all this started looked delicious.”

Lou entertained a brief vision of one of the local coeds squirming on a spit. “Yes, they did look very tasty. Maybe we could capture one somehow. You know, I bet we could call Belinda and she’d tell us where to buy the equipment, even show us how to use it. Let’s talk it over with the other two during dinner.”

More squeals and gasps from in back. “Patti,” Abbie said. “No need to bother them at the moment, but you might just have a good idea there.”

The conversation over dinner - everyone still nude, seated around a patio table, Patti and Edie slightly bowlegged - kept returning to one subject. “I still wonder what it would be like to cook a whole girl,” Lou said, carving another piece of buttock cutlet, “we keep talking about it, but I wonder if we could get the meat to taste as good as Belinda cooks it. Certainly it would be more fun than just cooking a butchered portion.”

Abbie nodded. “More fun, yes, but how would we cook her? We don’t have the equipment, let alone a girl.”

Patti cleared her throat in a slightly embarrassed manner. “Ah… actually, I do have the equipment. I got a two part hypermagnetic spit and had a girl sized barbecue pit installed last week. Really, I just thought we might try a little role playing like Belinda talks about. She says there’s really some wild orgasms when you go on the spit.”

Before commenting on that little factoid, all four eyed each other. Riding a spit in role play required that the rider trust the cooks to take her down before she ended up as a menu feature. Two identical thoughts ran through four minds simultaneously: a) Not THIS girl and b) At least, not with THESE three doing the cooking. By unspoken mutual consent the subject of role play was dropped, and plans were made to try and capture some sweet young thing and serve her up on a carving platter. Belinda, it was agreed, would probably be happy to provide a technical advisor.

At Belinda’s meat ranch and dairy, on the other hand, the problems of well-to-do divorcees lookin’ for cookin’ pussy was far from the prime topic. In fact, there was going to be a role play roasting shortly, featuring an honored guest and favorite author, tSade. Sharon looked around, making sure all was in readiness. As Belinda’s permanent companion, she was, by default, the straw boss and den mother to the ten or so spit muffins that also inhabited the place. To signify her status as boss and lead cow (she was one of the girls that gave milk every day - dairy, remember?), she wore a short gold chain that clipped to her nipples and pulled her breasts together, with a small golden (silent) cow bell hung from it. Sharon liked the chain since, although she was as naked as every other woman in the place including Belinda, the chain supported her natural 38D breasts and pulled them together enough to give her cleavage. Wendy, the pleasantly plain and nicely curved twentysomething blonde that was her hired assistant, wore an identical chain on her breasts made of silver.

There was plenty of tasty female flesh on display, since it was a rule of Belinda’s house that clothing wasn’t allowed. As far as girls went, Belinda liked to see what was on the menu. Another interesting little facet was that Belinda and Wendy (hired employee, remember) were the only two women with pubic fur (a dab and a small strip, respectively), since everyone else was a prospective roast. Sharon had been in that status, long ago, but instead had become Belinda’s companion and the governor that steadied her normally dotty personality.

The spit muffins were a story in and of themselves, and have been earlier in this series. They were all women that were pretty much obsessive of the idea that a woman’s place was in the kitchen, preferably on a spit or in the oven. They highly anticipated the personal fulfillment of their fantasy, and there was always another one to take the place of one that got cooked. Meanwhile, the muffins with naturally large breasts were treated with one of Belinda’s private hormone mixtures in order to give milk, hence the ‘dairy’ part of the ranch. Sharon and Wendy both fell into that category. The non-milkers were now being treated with another of Belinda’s patented hormone mixtures to increase and enhance their meat content, including the sheath of flesh around the fat and glands of the breast. Between the naturally curvy milkers and the hormone enhanced non-milkers, the place looked like a college fraternity’s wet dream, and none of the women were anything but smoothly fleshed, nicely rounded, the proud possessors of naturally grown or hormone enhanced jaw-dropping figures, and totally appetizing.

Now that the scene’s set, back to the action.

tSade and Ashlee were brought into the kitchen by a small flock of attendants. Both were sparkling clean, inside (deep enema) and out, and ready to mount on a two part hypermagnetic spit for a little role play. All of the muffins looked forward to their turn on the fun ride, because a woman experienced a series of constant - and constantly growing - orgasms until the heat of the rotisserie heating coils got too much. When that happened, they were brought off and put on platters on their backs with their legs cocked back, mildly delirious and still popping off. Then the cooks got to nibble some of the juiciest pussy around. Sharon was tSade’s ‘cook’ and she licked her lips at the thought.

Pink, a.k.a. Belinda’s Pink Pussy, the household cat (read: Lord and Master) was watching attentively from a relaxed position atop a counter. His fur, it might be mentioned, actually did look pink in the light. He was attentive, but not really expecting a good meal out of this. In his experienced and professional judgment, the gaggle of goofballs wasn’t really going to cook the two women, just pretend to, for some unknown reason. Still, there ought to be someone decent for dinner tonight.

Both tSade and Ashlee were laid face down on the large patio cook table. When they spread their legs, Sharon and Wendy each inserted the bottom half of the spit up their respective girls’ pussies as far as they would go. Since the spits were tipped with electric tinglers, it helped to have the things completely inserted. Once the switch was flipped, the mild current from the tinglers would stimulate every nerve they touched, and the more stimulated nerves, the merrier. After spitting her girl, Wendy spread Ashlee’s buttocks and inserted a meat thermometer up her ass. This was a safety measure to ensure the woman’s body temperature didn’t get to a dangerous level. Besides, the thick shaft of the meat thermometer was actually another electric stimulator, which added to the fun. Sharon followed suit with tSade. Quickly, the front half of the spit was inserted in the women’s mouths, their legs bound to the bottom halves of the spit and their arms bound to their sides. Both succulent looking roasts were ready for the rotisserie.

tSade was feeling nervous at the vulnerability of her position, but Ashlee, an old hand at this kind of sexual role play, was quivering with anticipation. When the switch magnetically locking the two halves of the spit into place was turned on, both felt as though there was really a solid shaft inserted through their bodies. tSade panicked for a moment, but the tinglers were flipped on and wild sensations began to course through her body. By the time she was placed on the rotisserie over the already warm heating coils, she was almost unaware of her surroundings. Quickly, the heat, the feel of the oily basting brush, and the sensations from the tinglers pushed Ashlee over the edge and into her first orgasm. Her partner on the other rotisserie wasn’t far behind.

One of the advantages of the two part hypermagnetic spit was that the top half didn’t have to very far into the woman’s mouth to support her once the magnetic field was activated. That left her able to gasp, moan, squeal, or make any sort of noise she felt minded to make. Both women quickly took advantage of that feature, and the sound effects began to stimulate the watching audience. As the beautiful glistening bodies, constantly flexing and squirming from the sensations, rotated in the glow of the heating coils, the muffins began to pair off and gently stroke selected portions of lush nude bodies. Breasts, thighs, buttocks and bellies all came in for their share of fondling, stroking and squeezing. It wasn’t long before the fascinated muffins were as sexually excited as the two on the spits, and not too much longer before overexcited pairs began to settle onto pool loungers.

When Sharon judged the two had had enough and were ready to nibble, she reluctantly took them off their spits. Sharon thought this was a shame, because she really got off on watching a spitted woman squirm and convulse over the heat as she rotated. Still, Sharon considered as her ‘meal’ was positioned on a dining table before her, her knees tied back to fully present her pussy, there were compensations. Once she’d dived in and her active tongue had started to draw loud moans and screams from the pussy’s owner, the compensations proved wonderful. Juicy enough to be a bit messy, but wonderful.

A good while later, tSade and Ashlee were relaxing and soothing their overworked bodies in the jacuzzi, and everyone else, to include Sharon, was flaked out around the pool in a warm, post-cotial glow. Pink had taken up residence in a furry ball on Sharon’s non-furry lap and was also happily flaked.

The phone rang and Sharon debated getting up to answer, but Wendy, cleaning up the kitchen, saved her the trouble. When Wendy brought the phone out to her, Sharon figured there was A Problem. Oh, well. The caller proved to be the new cannibal resort that had been quietly established on an isolated - and really beautiful - island in the Caribbean. Belinda was part owner and had sent them some technical assistance to help get them off the ground as far as properly cooking a woman.

It was Rhona, the manager, and it was about the technical assistance. After a brief greeting, she got to the point in a harried voice. “I really want to thank you for sending Martha down to help us. She’s been a big help and shown us so much. Too much. How soon can you get her out of here?!”

Sharon chuckled. “Let me check.”

“Belinda,” Sharon yelled, “how soon can we get the plane down to pick up Martha? The resort just surrendered.”

Belinda came bustling out of the house nude, a short fortyish blonde with the kind of body Playboy would kill to get on its pages. She never just walked, either. She was always in energetic motion, every luscious curve of her spectacular bare body jiggling and moving in all directions. Sharon could get wet just watching her walk across the room. Belinda smiled then took the phone from Sharon and answered in her tinkling voice. “Rhona, love, Sharon has told me you’re ready to send Martha home. I do hope she’s been a help?… Good. I’ll have the plane pick her up by tonight. Will that be all right?… Oh, I’m sure your sanity can stand it. Here, dear, simply do what we do on such occasions. Tie her up with a gag in her mouth. If you put vibrators in her pussy and ass to keep her occupied, she’ll be perfectly happy. Yes, just lay her on a bed like that and she’ll be fine. I’ll have someone right down… Very good. Bye bye, dear. Have a good afternoon.”

During the next week or so, a number of strange incidents involving Abbie, Lou, Edie and Patti took place. All were notable for unintended consequences.

For instance, luscious blonde coed Desiree Jones, mouthwatering body packed into a truly minuscule bikini, was partaking of a totally unexpected invitation to Patti’s backyard pool patio, dropped an earring, bent over to pick it up, and felt something swish by overhead. An instant later, Patti fell forward into the pool. She explained she’d lost her balance while swatting at a fly. Why she was using a baseball bat to do it was left unexplained.

About that time, thirtyish and nicely figured divorcee Madeline Brooks was taking tea with Abbie and became violently ill all over the floor, a reaction suspiciously similar to that of a person inadvertently given an overdose of knockout drops. As the EMT’s were carrying Madeline out, she was heard to mutter ominously about food poisoning, lawyers and massive suits.

After much discussion about fashion and 50% off sales, single twentysomething brunette (and exuberantly built) Jessamine Stokes had consented to model her new bikini for Edie and Lou, but had suddenly been diverted by an emergency cell phone call from another of her friends, notifying her of a one day sale at the Gap in South Beach. Jessamine squealed in delight, grabbed her stuff and dashed out. Edie and Lou looked at each other in frustration, then Lou put down the rope she was hiding behind her back while Edie replaced the large butterfly net she’d strategically placed nearby.

A post-fiasco meeting of the Fearsome Foursome was somewhat downcast, although held by Lou’s pool, nude, and with a very nice thigh of brunette turning on the rotisserie. Throughout the conversation, each of the four women kept unobtrusively eyeing the slowly, but definitely, developing figures of the other three. Quiet thoughts of cooking a friend for dinner were kept to themselves. “This business of catching a girl to cook is turning out to be a problem,” Abbie was saying.

“I agree,” Edie grumped. “I’d really like to live cook a woman, but I don’t see how we’re going to do it, if they keep getting away.”

Lou looked thoughtful. “You know, I’ve had an idea.”

“What?”

“Well,” a slightly embarrassed Lou continued, “I experimented with something a while back. There are a couple of exclusive services here in Miami where they send a girl out to your house… I was hard up at the time!… and she does whatever you want.”

Leaving aside the revelation for later harassment of the confessing individual, Abbie took the ball and ran with it. “Get one out here and get her on a spit for role play? Just not let her off?”

Lou nodded. “Exactly. There’s actually an underground fad going around for role play cooking. We shouldn’t get a girl from a service, but I bet there’s a lot of freelancers, too.”

Patti nodded. “You know, that really sounds as though it might work. We’d have to be careful who we get, but I bet we could do it. No worries about anyone coming looking for her, either, if she isn’t part of a service. I’m willing to try it.”

The other three nodded, excited about the ploy. Then things began to change as the facts of their nudity, excitement, and availability registered. Lou got up to check the roasting thigh. It had a while to go yet; just about enough time. That point became moot when Edie sneaked up behind her and slipped a finger under her nicely rounded buttocks and up into her pussy as far as she could get (One of Edie’s subtle little signals showing her sexual interest.). Since one unadvertised side effect of Belinda’s hormone development program was increased sensitivity in the vagina, Lou let loose with a loud squeal. Then she turned, finger still inside her, and pulled Edie into an embrace. Abbie and Patti had stopped watching and started their own - quite vigorous - activities.

Lou called Abbie the next day. In an exited voice, she said, “I found one! All I had to do was go to her web site. Her name’s Nikki, and she’s a blonde with a really perfect body for cooking! I’ve got an appointment with her at Patti’s place tomorrow. I told her we’d all be there. I also told her we’re all really into the role play cooking thing and she’s agreed to be our play roast.”

“Fabulous!” Then Abbie started thinking. “We still need somebody to show us what to do. I think I better call Belinda.”

As it was wont to do to interrupt a pleasant day, the phone rang at Belinda’s fabulous cliff top ocean front mansion, a.k.a. Belinda’s ranch and dairy. They’d roasted one of the muffins yesterday, to the approval and sexual hijinks of all, and everyone was still recovering from the feast and all the orgasmic fun and games that accompanied it. Sharon was disinclined to answer the infernal device, even though it was buzzing on the patio table next to where she was flaked in a lounger. Finally, she got up the energy to answer.

It was Abbie, with a request for Technical Assistance. To further condense the surly (on Sharon’s part) and somewhat disjointed (on Abbie’s part) conversation, the Fearsome Foursome were just on the verge of catching a girl to cook and hadn’t the vaguest idea where to go from there. Hearing a rather harried and aggrieved egocentric description of the Foursome’s progress to date, Sharon could well understand that they hadn’t a clue. Promising to consider the problem, Sharon hung up, heaved herself to a standing position with a sigh, and went off to look for Belinda and a certain totally irritating muffin in that order. This looked like a job for Martha.

Belinda, when found and queried about Martha, responded, “Oh, dearest, I know just where she is. Actually, I’m sure they’re finished now, too, so we ought to be able to get her out here and put her in some sort of form to attend Abbie and her - quite tiresome, I’m afraid - problems.”

Sharon nodded, then trailed Belinda down through the bedroom wing hall, enjoying her view of Belinda’s highly active and bouncy bare buttocks as the woman bustled on her way. Belinda stopped and knocked at a bedroom door before Sharon quite had her fill of jiggles, wriggles, and other interesting motions. “Major,” Belinda called, “may I come in?”

“Enter, dear lady,” a male baritone called through the door. Sharon took a deep breath, ready for anything in the form of a tableau inside that bedroom. The Major was nice to have as a guest, but his activity and sense of humor was enough to drive a girl bonkers.

Inside the bedroom, Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and the picture of nonchalant nudity as she did her nails. She looked up to favor Belinda and Sharon with a smug, satisfied smile. Last night must have been quite active. Lisa was cuddled up to the middle figure reclining in the huge bed, apparently dozing. Martha was curled up on the far side, facing away from the door and apparently asleep.

In the middle was a stocky, bluff gentleman of middle age, as nude as everyone else in the place. His balding, white haired, muttonchop whiskered face framed a large cigar that was clouding the room with fragrant perfume. He reached over Martha and fished an actual, honest-to-goodness monocle from the night stand, fixing it firmly at his right eye. “Belinda, dear girl,” he said heartily, “if you’ve come to join the party, be warned you’ve missed the best part.”

Catching sight of Sharon, he added, “And brought reinforcements, by gad!” Leer. “Formidable reinforcements!”

Belinda smiled sweetly with affectionate annoyance while Sharon frowned and shook her head in resignation. “Now, dear Major, you know I’m quite taken care of at the moment. Possibly later…”

At that last phrase, the Major lost his pose of indolence and sat up eagerly. “Later it is, dear lady. I shall await the occasion like a starving man awaits the arrival of long delayed supplies, like the parched ground awaits the rain, like - -”

“And so on,” Sharon broke in on a monologue she knew was just getting up to steam. “We need Martha. Ready to give her up?”

At the sound of her name, Martha stirred and turned over to see who was talking. As usual, she had been gagged as a survival measure by the rest of the gang in the room. Of course, Sharon thought, gags never seemed to inhibit her actions with the rest of her body, so things must have gotten quite active last night.

The Major sighed theatrically, “If you must, she’s yours. However, this is unfortunately hurried, I must say. I really do hate to see a lady come and go.”

Belinda winced in a barely perceptible fashion. Sharon just rolled her eyes upward and asked for patience. The Major was a master (if it could be called that) of low humor.

Nikki smiled as she assessed the house where her next job was going to take place. Like the rest of the housing area, it showed a good but of yuppie-style money and the manicured lawn positively screamed a yard service - an expensive yard service. As she parked her car in the driveway, she decided a last once over of the goods was called for. Checking herself in the car’s mirror, Nikki saw a round faced, high cheeked bleached blonde, with blue eyes that carried an expression one boyfriend called ‘spooky’. Makeup okay. Without looking, she knew her body, well maintained if not spectacular, was also quite attractive.

She reflected she ought to get top dollar out of this client, or clients, since the ditzy broad on the phone had told her there was going to be a party, and she was the ‘special’ entertainment. ‘Special’ entertainment, she snorted mentally, she got to act like a girl being cooked on a spit. On the other hand, that was okay with her. Role play cooking had gotten to be a big sexual kink in Miami, growing as fast as the underground taste for girl meat. She’d even had some girl flesh herself, at the very discreet restaurant in South Beach. The taste was fabulous. Yes, this ought to be an easy and profitable job, playing to the cannibalistic fantasies of some bored suburban women with more money than sense.

It ought to let her really case the place for her other line of work, too. One night she was going to come back and see what she could do to get some of those baubles and money the house was probably loaded with, too. If the broad was at home, so much the better. They really told all when she got busy with her knife. She might even cut off a few pieces and take them home to cook. She had a freezer full of the stuff, but a fresh pussy, say, would be nice.

The wheels began coming off for Nikki as soon as she got inside the door. Oh, her client met her at the door as usual , and three more just like her were arrayed in the living room, but out of the back came… what? There should have been background music, her mind gibbered. Imperial March from Star Wars would be about right.

The ‘what’ was a thirtyish sandy haired handsome woman, every hair of her neck length bobbed hairdo carefully in place. She had the sort of placid authority in her expression that said she knew perfectly well she was the expert and you were going to follow her every direction.

That was as far as Nikki got before it hit her. Was that HER!? No, it COULDN’T be! Could it? Once the facts that the woman was in her thirties, built like an hourglass, and was obviously wearing exactly noting under her long T shirt registered, Nikki started to relax. No, it couldn’t be HER. Not dressed like that. Could it?

The way the other four looked at the woman with the adoring fascination of acolytes regarding the Master tended to go right along with Nikki’s first, impossible, impression. But it couldn’t be her! She wasn’t that young!

The woman opened her mouth and spoke with a soft authoritative voice that made disagreement impossible. “Hello, Nikki, I’m Martha. I’ll be in charge of today’s scenario.”

Hearing the introduction, Nikki figured that: a) It COULD be her, and b) If so, she had a BIG problem and not the slightest idea what to do with it.

Martha, however, did. “Here, Nikki, have some wine, then we’ll get you cleaned up for our little play.”

Under the spell of The Voice, Nikki reacted as one hypnotized, taking the wine, downing it at a gulp, and accepting a refill. She watched bemused as Martha removed her T shirt, revealing a firm, wildly curvaceous body totally without pussy hair, then noticed with equal bemusement that the other four women in the ‘audience’ stripped as well. It went without saying that she would also remove her clothing. Once naked, she followed She Who Must Be Obeyed into the back. Somewhere between the trip and bending over for a really deep enema (And who had mentioned THAT?) things started to get very hazy.

The Foursome sat in their respective locations (couch, easy chairs, etc.) and traded looks, too excited to speak. Occasionally one would look in back and lick her lips in anticipation. Their wait wasn’t long. Martha was, after all, An Expert.

When they returned, a slightly wet and worn out (That enema was TOTAL.) Nikki lacking all body hair was following Martha obediently. When Nikki saw the other four, some semblance of recognition of her purpose in this house returned. “Would you ladies like me to pose before we get started?” she asked in a woozy tone.

Martha shook her head. None of the others was consulted. “No Nikki. We want to evaluate your meat, not your abilities. Simply stand straight, your arms at your side, while I point out the best characteristics of your flesh to the ladies.” Nikki nodded and (of course) complied.

Martha felt Nikki’s upper arms. “There is some nice meat here, ladies. These arms would make a good beach cookout. Both those and her calves would be excellent for the purpose.”

Martha squeezed a breast slightly with one hand, running the other down the front of Nikki’s torso. Nikki’s shiver of excitement wasn’t lost on the Foursome. “These breasts are nicely sized, although not large enough that we’ll have to bind them when she’s spitted to keep them from flopping. A good stew, here, if done to my recipe. Her belly and hips, especially the cuts above the hip bone, on the other hand, are quite meaty. Oh, not as meaty as if she’d had the hormone treatment, but quite good for free range meat.”

Martha’s left hand caressed Nikki’s pubic mound, then two fingers opened her outer pussy lips. “You’ll notice she’s damp. The wine I gave her was Belinda’s own formula, combining a hypnotic to make her compliant with a sexual exciter. She’s ready to fuck just about anything, right now, ranging from all four of you to that thick table lamp. I’m sure you’ll all notice that when I grab a handful of her inner thigh, it’s quite tender, an excellent cut… Turn around, Nikki, same posture.”

Now working on the backside, Martha ran a hand down the woman’s back to her buttocks, finishing up by squeezing a cheek. “The back is quite meaty, with potential for good rib barbecues. Her buttocks, while nicely formed, could be a bit meatier. Again, you have to take what you get with free range meat.”

She spread Nikki’s buttocks. “Given all that, I think we’ll spit her up the ass so as to properly cook that delicious pussy and let her get a charge out of having it basted while she’s rotating. Belinda always says orgasms improve the flavor, and she’s certainly right. However, we’re going to have to open her little bottom hole some more so the spit won’t hurt her. We want her to enjoy the cooking process.” Martha released Nikki’s buttocks to bounce back together and straightened up.

Greatly daring, Abbie raised her hand and asked a question when she was graciously acknowledged. “Do we need to do anything to the two part spit to prepare it for ass spitting?”

Martha shook her head with a smile. “No, Abbie, because we’re not going to be using the two part spit. I’ve decided we’re going to do this the old fashioned way, with the ventilated one piece spit I brought. I’ll push it through her manually. Once you have all seen it done the hard way, using the two part spit will be very easy. An important point to remember is that spitting a girl through the ass forces her to slightly bend her legs and open them. That’s why I said we’ll cook her pussy properly. It will still be on her.”

The Foursome: “Oooooh.”

“Since she needs to be opened more,” Martha said after the noise died down, “three of you will help me set up the rotisserie and get the spit ready while one of you works on Nikki’s ass.”

Nikki was absently listening to Martha, a small sober part of her brain marveling at the polished complexity of the script. Another part of her noted that she was going to get fucked soon, and thought that idea just peachy.

Leaving Nikki where she was, Martha walked over to the huge canvas carry bag she’d deposited on the coffee table. Reaching in, she proceeded to produce four large strap-ons, apparently minus the strap. “These are for each of you,” she said, handing them out for examination. “Notice the curved springy stem off the back of the shaft, the one with the two plugs on it? Well, the plugs go in your pussy and ass, held secure by the stem’s spring tension. That plastic shield on the fake penis slides back against your pubis once the plugs are in you. It holds everything in place. Put one on and you not only get all the fun out of fucking a girl, but there are no unsightly straps. Quite remarkable.

“My own invention,” she concluded with a trace of smugness. “Now, Patti, you help Abbie put hers on, then you can join Lou, Edie and I in the kitchen. If Nikki will go over and lay face down on the couch?… Good. Abbie, you can bang her butt for a while, then we’ll let the other three of you have a chance in turn while I lead the preparations. Be gentle and use plenty of olive oil in Nikki’s bottom, and she’s sure to enjoy it.”

Martha led the way into the kitchen as Abbie happily straddled the back of Nikki’s thighs and began to sink the shaft of her oiled up plug-on between the woman’s soft buttocks. A little squirming and a contented sigh on entry were the result.

In the kitchen, Martha turned to face the other three. “While two of you are greasing the spit and preparing some of the sides, I need the other to help spice the seasonings. An expert uses girl juice for that, but a TRUE expert uses a specially selected girl. Everyone bend over the kitchen island and I’ll choose.”

As she looked over the mouthwatering display of rumps, cunts and thighs, all side by side, Martha reflected that it was obvious that these women - Abbie, too - were undergoing Belinda’s hormone figure enhancement treatment. All three looked quite tasty. Now for a test. Suiting action to thought, Martha knelt down before each docilely presented pussy and stuck in her tongue as far as she could put it. After licking her lips in remembrance, she decided she liked the taste of Lou’s cunt best. Another quick tongue up - far up - Lou for confirmation, and the choice was made. Shortly, Lou found herself squatting , moaning and squirming, on a counter over a small stainless bowl as Edie used one hand to stroke her clitoris and the other to gently rotate the vibrator inserted in her bottom.

Diligent work in the kitchen, preparing utensils, side dishes, sauce, etc., went apace, accompanied by squeals, moans, groans and other noises from the living room, and not a few from the kitchen. By the time Martha was satisfied, Edie, the last in the bottom opening rotation, was finished and so was Nikki. When Martha spread Nikki’s buttocks to check, she looked like she had a railroad tunnel in her rear end. “Quite satisfactory,” Martha pronounced. “She’s very ready to take a spit up her ass. Onward, ladies.”

In short order, a very whacked out and - almost - satiated Nikki found herself bent over the kitchen island the long way with her hands shackled to a couple of drawer handles and her feel shackled to the floor at the base of the island. Actually, Martha reflected, with her torso flat on the island, her feet resting on the floor, her head up and neck straight, Nikki was in an excellent position for anal spitting. An effect only a true expert could achieve.

Holding up a long, clear plastic tube with one belled end and wide slits cut throughout it’s length, Martha proceeded to instruct the Multitude. “Ladies, this is a spit guide. We don’t often use them anymore, but they are a necessity to the Home Crafts Expert when using an old fashioned one piece spit. You simply insert the narrow end in her mouth and down her throat… There! Now she has to hold her head and neck in the proper position and can still breathe. The guide also keeps the spit from getting out of line at the most delicate part of its progress through her body.”

Having the tube down her throat nearly to her stomach was a bit uncomfortable for Nikki, even in her spaced out state, but she went along with the gag. Next, she supposed, they were going to put the spit part of the way up her butt. In a foggy sort of way, she wondered when they were going to let her loose and get on with the next scenario.

Not for a while. This one had further to go. A lot further.

With the help of Lou, Martha positioned the thick carbon fiber ventilated shaft about six inches up Nikki’s butt. Nikki started wriggling and squirming when she felt what seemed like a telephone pole placed between her buttocks and pushed up her ass, then settled down to fuck it for a few moments. May as well get her jollies.

As Nikki convulsed in orgasm, Martha smoothly pushed the spit through Nikki’s torso, up the spit guide, and out the other end. Removing the spit guide with a flourish, Martha pronounced with gentle satisfaction, “There, ladies, we now have her spitted. We simply have to secure her arms to her sides and her legs along the spit, oil her down, and place her on the rotisserie.

“While not as simple as using the two part spit, this method has its own rewards. Now let’s get her on to cook.”

The Foursome eagerly and carefully (“Remember, ladies,” said Martha, “we don’t want to jostle her. That will hurt and we want her orgasmic.”) carried the spitted girl out to the rotisserie on the back patio. There was already a low fire in the pit. Martha wanted it that way until the heat got Nikki, then they’d build it up and really begin to cook her.

As the rotisserie began to rotate, showing every one of Nikki’s golden, oily, glistening curves as she squirmed on the spit, Abbie, Edie, Patti, and Lou found themselves consumed with excitement. This was the first girl they’d ever captured and cooked themselves! They stared, fascinated, at Nikki’s flexing, rippling body as she flexed on the spit, noting the way certain parts jiggled slightly when she convulsed with orgasm from the basting brush on her pussy, the way her slightly smaller breasts wobbled from side to side as she rotated. They had no idea what she was feeling, but wondered, deep down, what it was like. Nikki couldn’t make a sound, of course; the spit blocked her vocal cords. Still, the cooking girl seemed to be reacting to the heat and the sensations of the brush Martha trailed lovingly across ultra sensitive parts, popping off at regular intervals with orgasms that caused her naked body to strain and flex against the rod that impaled it and the bonds that held her limbs.

“She’s so beautiful,” Abbie whispered.

Patti nodded. “I love the way she looks. She’s so exciting.” Nobody felt like speaking loudly. Patti slipped a gentle arm around Abbie and pulled her bare silken hip to full contact with her own nude flesh.

Martha put down her brush for a moment and walked around behind the fascinated women. She took a moment to study their fully displayed curves, particularly the meat on the round buttocks and shapely thighs. These four would be excellent meals. Following an impulse, she caressed and squeezed Lou’s butt with one hand and Abbie’s with another. Their flesh had very nice tone. “We’ll enjoy the show until she’s gone, ladies,” she said. “That’s only respectful. Then we’ll let her cook some more while we enjoy each other and I show you some tricks I didn’t show you last night. Soon enough, she’ll be ready to come off and carve after we finish. Given the performance she’s putting on, she ought to be delicious.”

Nikki’s performance had everyone, including Martha, wet and excited. It was only a matter of moments after Martha pronounced her gone and stoked the fire in the pit before they were all wrapped together and fingers, tongues and toys got very busy, indeed. Martha stood, legs spread, looking at the roasting woman on the spit as Abbie knelt in front of her, her tongue deeply into Martha’s plump pussy. Behind her, Lou was also kneeling, spreading Martha’s deep buttocks with her hands as her tongue worked on the little bottom hole so revealed. Martha enjoyed the fore and aft sensations, but before she gave herself over to them totally, she surveyed the whole tableau, from the woman on the spit to Edie enthusiastically pumping Patti with a plug-on. It was another Home Crafts Expert’s triumph.

Of course.

Sharon had her game face on while she roamed the house making sure the muffins were at least starting to gather their things to pack. They had two days before they had to board the plane for the resort. Granted, the plane was a private Lear jet and property of Belinda’s family. Granted, the resort was partly owned by Belinda and was a very exclusive and private establishment on a secluded Caribbean island dedicated to the enjoyment of women as meals. Granted, the sole guests at the resort would be Belinda’s party, consisting of her, Sharon, Wendy and ten spit muffins and all the male staffers had been given two weeks off with pay. Granted, the place was going to be abiding by Belinda’s no clothing rule during their stay. Granted, travel togs for the muffins consisted of minimal bikinis under a large T shirt (Bikinis designed by Martha, who then had a session in which she taught and supervised the muffins in making their own to wear.). And, granted that left a fairly minimal clothing packing requirement. However…

Here came Betty and Lois, carrying the copper pot to make the sauce base. Just add some water and a particularly juicy muffin, heat up the pot and the girl, and… Presto! Girl juice flavoring for various dishes, spices and sauces. “Put it back, ladies,” Sharon said firmly. “We won’t need it. They have their own.” The two looked disappointed they wouldn’t be lugging the twenty pound pot to the island, but turned around obediently.

The muffins were usually okay to work with, but it was occasionally like herding cats. Sharon smiled quirkily as she wondered what the muffins were going to pack as ‘personal accessories’. Besides sex toys and lots of extra batteries, that is.

Belinda chose that moment to come bustling by, deep in a telephone conversation. “Yes, love, I understand. You don’t have to explain it again… Both of them… Yes, we’ll take care of it… I’ll expect all of you, soon. Just remember what I said about how to pack. You can wear the bikinis and T shirts over here, of course, but be sure you have everything else you need in your bags. I’ll put you up until the plane leaves in two days. Now, don’t worry about a thing… Of course we’ll take care of both of them for you… Yes… You’re welcome… Bye, bye.”

“I don’t have to guess who that was,” Sharon said dryly. “The Fearsome Foursome have themselves in another mess, right?”

Belinda sighed deeply. “Really, dearest, they’re becoming such a nuisance! Now they’ve captured two girls, something for which I’d normally congratulate them, but the girls belong to a ‘dating’ service. They have the girls but don’t know what to do with them. I told them to bring them over here and we’ll solve the problem. Actually, I’m going to let the captured girls go with a suitable warning, since we don’t need the meat at the moment. I don’t expect them, or the service, to be a problem, given what else I have in mind.”

Belinda was plotting again. Oh well, what else is new? “Something I caught from the conversation, Belinda. Are you planning to take those four entirely disagreeable broads with us to the resort?”

Belinda nodded with a slightly repentant look on her face and patted Sharon’s shoulder. “I’m afraid so, dearest. After this little ill considered stunt, we need to hide them and get them out of town for a few days so any enforcers from the dating service don’t find them. If any do show up, I’ll have Antonio Montero and his men explain that everything was in error and won’t happen again and that the episode is best left in the past.”

Mentally picturing large, darkly sinister, and muscular Antonio ( arms dealer, mercenary, and ‘odd job’ specialist) and his two large, etc. henchmen, Sharon figured that would solve the problem, all right. “Sounds like a plan. On the other hand, those four broads are as goofy as the muffins, but nowhere near as nice. They’ll be a handful for two weeks.”

Belinda smiled brightly and waved a perfectly manicured hand. “Possibly , dearest, but I have a few thoughts about that. Let’s discuss the problem.”

‘The problem’ arrived several hours later in this year’s biggest SUV conspicuous consumption symbol. Abbie, Edie, Patti, and Lou piled out wearing T shirts over their daring designer bikinis and sunglasses. To Sharon’s disgust, they were also wearing that required item of yuppie apparel, straw rolled brim Panama hats with black ribbon hat bands. The four fell upon Belinda with almost tearful relief. She interrupted the flood of complaints, excuses for dumb stunts, and gratitude for salvation from themselves with her normal firmness. “Yes, dears, of course I understand. I told you not to worry. Now go inside and Jaqui will show you your rooms. Just leave your luggage and clothing there and I’ll be back shortly to get you settled in. Sharon and Wendy will take care of the two women. They’re our problem now, so in the house you go.”

Unlike Belinda, Sharon and Wendy were more or less dressed (by Miami standards). While Wendy went to get a car, Sharon popped the back hatch and got a look at the two causes of the current kafubble. Both women, one fake blonde with surgically enhanced breasts and one brunette (ditto), were naked, bound and gagged, sitting up with their backs resting against the backs of the rear seats. The SUV windows were heavily tinted so nobody could see them, not that the average Miami driver would worry about two naked gagged women in the back of an SUV, but it helped.

Sharon would release the two at their car, then park the SUV at Abbie’s place and ride home with Wendy. A nice, simple plan, if nothing screwed it up.

“This has all been a mistake and it’s going to be fixed. I’m going to take you back to your cars and let you go,” Sharon growled. “No trouble, understand?’ Both frantically nodded their understanding and agreement.

A major problem, descended from the previous day’s minor problem, delivered itself on the doorstep bright and early the next morning, in the form of a large, garishly chromed bling-bling expensive sedan. The house security system interrupted Sharon’s irritated contemplation of Abbie & Co., naked except for sunglasses and Panama hats, reclining in loungers by the pool, sipping Bloody Marys. Those demanding broads seemed to think they were in a hotel.

The security cameras showed the sedan at the front gates, and, as far as Sharon was concerned, that was where it was going to stay. Belinda had other ideas. “No, dearest,” she said as she punched the admittance button. “We may as well deal with this now. I’m sure the occupants of that car are related to the little stunt the four on the patio pulled yesterday.”

Sharon threw on a large man’s collared shirt and buttoned it up as she went to greet their ‘guests’. As she opened the front door, the occupants were getting out of the car, revealing themselves to be, in turn: the two women let loose yesterday - now clothed, and an extremely large male (shaved head) in a poorly fitted expensive purple sharkskin suit. His grin when he saw Sharon was immense, revealing several gold teeth (one with a diamond inset) amongst the ivory.

“We-e-el-l-l, ain’t you the pretty thing,” he rumbled on getting a good look at Sharon’s five nine, 38D-28-38 figure. “When the girls told me about this place, I figured it was worth a look see. Now I know they were right.”

He deliberately pulled back his coat to expose the cocked and locked .45 caliber auto tucked in the front of his waistband, butt to his left. “You folks are goin’ to do a deal with me. I think I want whoever’s in this house as my bitches.”

He gave a very calm Sharon another leering appraisal as he walked up to stand within a foot of her. “And you goin’ to be my ho. Understand?”

Sharon’s face was very still as she raised her hands slightly.

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And ripped open her shirt.

Confronted with a helluva pair of 38’s, the gorilla reacted just like any man confronted with two sizable deadly weapons. To wit, he froze for a second, bug-eyed.

And a second was all Sharon needed to reach over and take a firm grasp on the .45. She left it tucked in his waistband, but the CLICK of her slipping off the safety was devastatingly loud as she slid it around directly over the oversized bulge (betraying a rapidly deflating hard-on) behind his zipper. The aforementioned gorilla froze again, but this time his hands were held out shoulder high and his now pale green face wore the sickly grin of somebody trying - very, very, very hard - to be inoffensive. Sharon looked him dead in the eye (she had to look up to do it) and gave him a heavy lidded ironic smile that said, louder than words, ‘I’ve got your dick under my gun barrel, schlump.’

Belinda, nude as usual, came bustling out of the doorway, headed straight for the two broads still frozen in shock behind the gorilla. “Now, ladies,” she said, her musically chiming voice highly indignant, “I let you go once and I don’t make a habit of repeating my errors. You two will come with me!”

Suiting action to words, Belinda took a girl’s arm in either hand and began marching them back into the house. The two women were too shocked to resist, then too shocked to pull away when they discovered just how immensely strong Belinda actually was. As she passed the Sharon/gorilla frozen coupling, she said firmly, “Dearest, please hurry up with what you intend. I’ve already got Antonio and his boys on the way over here and they’ll finish cleaning up whatever mess you leave. But please be prompt, I need your help in the house. We’re going to have to get these two cleaned up and in the cage, and I certainly don’t have time for silly distractions like your Mister What’s - His - Name.”

Her eyes still boring into the gorilla’s and her face still wearing its placid smile, Sharon responded with a soft, gentle voice that was so full of menace the gorilla shivered. “Of course, Belinda. I won’t be a minute. I just have to blow his balls off.”

The sweating, trembling gorilla kept trying to smile, even when saying in a shaky voice, “You - ou - ou wouldn’t. You jest wouldn’t! You couldn’t!”

Sharon’s smile was still placid and beautiful, but now it was deadly. “Oh yes I could.”

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The background whine as the Lear jet bored through the Caribbean sky was actually soothing to Sharon, enough that she almost forgot her problems and irritations. Relaxing in the comfortable seat next to Belinda, one drink in her hand and another already inside her, things were looking decidedly mellow. “You know, Belinda,” Sharon remarked as she stretched slightly, “I never did learn that jerk’s name. What did Antonio do with him?”

“He and his men took the individual, or what you left of him, to the swamp and found a number of hungry alligators. I understand they took several pictures which were then to be circulated among the various mob types in town. When we return, I’m sure we’ll have no more problems from ignorant pushy types.” Belinda looked over from the novel she was reading and gave Sharon an appreciative appraisal. It was worth it, of course, since she was in her standard traveling togs of a sleeveless shirt, bound beneath her generous firm breasts to show a lot of midriff, and skimpy cut offs.

Belinda, herself, was wearing her usual accessories (about $50,000 worth of very tasteful custom jewelry) and her favorite dress, a white silken sheath, very tight and nearly translucent, low cut on top and hemmed at the upper thigh. Beneath the sheath was nothing but Belinda, which was obvious. She’d noticed the dress tended to make men have difficulty speaking, for some reason, but it was still one of her favorites.

They were the only two in what could be termed ‘normal clothing’ since the other women were all wearing T shirts over rather skimpy thong bikinis or, in the case of the luggage, nothing. The ‘luggage’, not to say the bagged items everyone felt necessary for a stay at an exotic Caribbean resort, consisted of the two women that had so irritated Belinda yesterday. They were in the cabin baggage compartment, bound full length belly to belly with each one’s arms tied behind the back of the woman they were facing. Belinda was still highly irritated with them for bringing that thug to her mansion yesterday, but had relented to the point of inserting vibrators into both apertures of each naked woman. It was, after all, going to be a boring trip tied up as they were.

Sharon noted with irritation the Fearsome Foursome were keeping the cabin attendant busy, almost enough to get the poor woman a bit frazzled. At least those damn yuppie broads had taken off their hats in the cabin.

As the jet banked on final for the private air strip, Belinda could see the luxury stretch limo waiting to take them to the yacht. “Wendy,” she called out, “would you and a couple of the girls be dears and wrap up the two in the luggage compartment in a blanket or something? We’ll be landing soon and I don’t want to cause talk when we put them in the limo’s trunk.”

As though a bunch of spectacularly built women in T shirts, Sharon, and Belinda wouldn’t cause talk. Not to mention eyestrain on the part of lucky witnesses.

On the yacht taking the holiday party to the resort, things got even more relaxed, although Belinda had warned everyone against complete nudity. “These are heavily traveled waters, ladies. Be ready to put on whatever you take off if we see another boat.”

That last instruction produced a number of interesting reactions, depending on the individual’s taste. Everyone, of course, removed their T shirts. Sharon took off her shirt and just kept it handy, while Wendy kept her bikini. Belinda removed her dress and donned her favorite bikini, which, Sharon though, might as well not be there. The collection of three tiny diamonds of cloth in front and not particularly thick strings in back did absolutely nothing to hide some spectacular vistas of Belinda. The total nudity of the ‘luggage’ was not, of course, an issue. The two were cuffed to pillars in the yacht’s main lounge and totally out of view. The Fearsome Foursome kept their fashionably daring bikinis while they made serious inroads to the alcohol stock.

The muffins though, were the interesting ones. Almost universally, the girls had left on their bras and removed their thong bottoms. When Sharon asked, Jaqui explained, “Well, when you’re built like me (admiring glance downward at her hormone enhanced chest) you like a little support occasionally. On the other hand, having that thong ride up your ass can be bothersome, especially since I decided to chuck clothing forever when I became a spit muffin. This is comfy enough until we get to the island.”

Lying companionably together on the front deck, Wendy and Sharon made idle conversation while they enjoyed the spectacularly beautiful view of the gorgeous Caribbean sky and water. “Sharon,” Wendy asked with a little unsureness in her voice, “can I ask you something about Belinda?”

Nod and shrug.

“Well… I know Belinda’s pretty rich. Does she own this yacht? It’s huge. ” Wendy punctuated her question with a wave encompassing the 130’ luxurious boat.

Sharon shook her head with a smile, then the grin got a little evil as she waited for Wendy’s reaction to her next comments. “No. This isn’t Belinda’s. Her family owns the plane, and I know they have a yacht tucked away somewhere, but this little tub isn’t hers. Belinda has some kind of tie-in to the Society of Lilith and they loaned her the boat. Oh, Belinda’s rich enough to own one. She inherited some money, sure, but she made the rest on her own. She has five or six chemical patents that are worth a bunch in royalties. Millions each, every year.”

Looking with amusement at Wendy’s wide eyed expression, Sharon continued with the same evil grin. “Look, you know Belinda’s smart as hell and has good business sense, right? Well, she’s also pretty well educated. She didn’t pull those hormone formulas out of a hat, girl. Belinda has a Ph.D. in organic chemistry from MIT.”

Sharon loved watching Wendy’s jaw drop. “That’s why she has a chem lab in the basement among the stuff like the cage, coolers and various other items everybody uses.”

Sharon lay back against the deck head, put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. “Smart woman, Belinda. If you think you have trouble imagining her as a chemistry genius, think about trying to visualize her in a white lab coat. That’s the unbelievable part to me.”

Everyone was ‘dressed’ again when the yacht docked at the exotic resort’s pier. The three women in what was obviously a greeting committee were dressed in polo shirts and walking shorts - the resort staff uniform and an indicator that things weren’t totally private. Indeed, there was a float plane at the end of another dock some distance away and the pilot was loading luggage.

Belinda and Sharon were the first two on shore once the gangplank was out, partially to get the ball rolling, but mostly because one of the greeters was an old friend and one was a big surprise. Belinda waved a cheery hello to the tall, slender, curvy blonde in the middle, but made a beeline for a brunette with long straight hair, a sweet heart shaped face and a very nicely rounded figure. “Carol!” Belinda squealed with joy and gathered her into a hearty close embrace.

“Old friend,” Sharon said as an aside to Rhona, the blonde manager of the resort, then grabbed a slightly breathless Carol when Belinda let her go. After a few quick and dirty explanations, it turned out Carol was the resort’s chef, selected because of her experience and abilities, gained while performing her office as the head chef for the Society of Lilith.

Then attention turned to the next one in the group, a brunette with an obviously hormone enhanced figure, but a bright, cheery smile Belinda and Sharon were unused to seeing on her face. It was May, one time prostitute, one time prospective meat girl, one time involuntary guest at the ranch, and now - very much due to Belinda’s good offices and a little help from Lorna Paten - the head housekeeper for the resort. May looked good, felt good, and was quite happy.

Introductions done, all five women fell to talking for a few moments while the muffins and the Fearsome Foursome were shepherded off the yacht by Wendy. As she walked down the gangplank, Abbie took in the gorgeous view of the resort and sighed, “Oh, this is WONDERFUL!”

The other three nodded. The resort was designed to look like some kind of native village, with bamboo and wood slat bungalows scattered through palm leafed walkways surrounding a larger gathering house that was the lobby, restaurant, bar, etc. Because of the mild climate, the central building was open from the wraparound porch in towards the center. Standing where they were, the Fearsome Foursome could see clear to the lobby desk in one portion, and almost all of the restaurant and bar in another portion. Edie, Patti, and Lou joined Abbie in another sigh. The place was perfect.

Visions of moonlit nights, sparkling sand and crystal clear water, horseback rides in the surf, snorkeling, and gourmet meals of succulent girl meat danced through the heads of the FF, enhanced by a sudden dose of reality as several nude Hispanic women came down to the dock and proceeded to gather up the luggage for transport to the resort. To all four of the FF, it was obvious these were the meat supply of the resort, doing duty as menials until their date with the kitchen. After all, many of the Miami Junior Women’s Club bought South American women for the same reason.

To Patti, contemplating a particularly nice set of thighs, the meat girls were quite appetizing. Of course, they weren’t in the same category as the muffins, or even Lou, for that matter, but they were on the menu and Lou wasn’t. She let that thought wander further down its path, as she put on her sunglasses and used the screening they gave her eyes to give Lou and the other two a careful appraisal as a future dinner.

It took a few moments for Patti to realize the other three were now also wearing their sunglasses.

Rhona was saying, “We’ve laid out a nice welcoming buffet for your party. Cuban sandwiches with all the trimmings.”

Sharon nodded. “I’ve heard about those. Real popular in the Keys.”

Rhona smiled in agreement. “Oh, yes, some of our tastiest girls are Cuban. We get quite a lot of them from our supplier.

“Oh, there they go,” she said pointing at the airplane on the other dock. “Those are our last two guests from the previous cycle. Once they’ve gone, it’s just your party and the female staff. We can go ahead and undress.

“More or less,” Rhona added with another look at Belinda’s thin string and little patch bikini.

When Belinda looked at the departing guests, she saw a middle aged grey haired man with a bushy mustache and a cheerful, curvaceous brunette with the bawdy smile that indicated a lively personality. “I don’t recognize him,” she said, “but the woman is Anne Marie. That must be Mayor Loco, her husband. Darlings, I must go say hello.”

When Perro turned to see where the musical hail came from, he stopped dead and stared, the usual male reaction to the almost totally uncovered epitome of pulchritude named Belinda jiggling in his direction, framed in the slightly more distant background by a bevy of scarcely more covered highly curvaceous women. Frankly, he felt like he’d stumbled into a wet daydream.

Anne Marie, feeling her husband freeze as though stunned, turned, quickly assessed the situation, and gave a jerk to his arm to refocus his attention where it belonged: on her. “Down, bucko. That’s just an old friend coming to say good-bye to me. And I have to go speak to her… Whup! Don’t say anything. We’ll discuss this little matter and who she is tonight.”

Which ought to be fun, she added mentally. And Belinda would be far, far away.

The buffet lunch was excellent, normal wherever Carol was the chef. At a table with Belinda, May, Rhona, Martha, and Carol, Sharon found not only the food great, but conversation that foretold a wonderful, relaxing two weeks. “The resort won’t have to use any of its resources for meat,” Belinda was saying, “we’ve brought our own, starting with those two we captured just before we left.”

“That brings up a point, Belinda,” Carol responded. “Anything special you want me to do with them?” The ‘luggage’ was currently hanging by their wrist ties from hooks on the kitchen wall with wide terrified eyes while Carol’s kitchen crew assessed their meat potential with squeezes, hefts, and probing fingers.

Belinda shrugged, a very attention fixing motion to any watcher not dead, and replied, “Oh, whatever you want, dear. That blonde’s boobs are so inflated she’d be impossible to cook whole. Just butcher her for parts. You can use the other one for whatever you want.”

Carol nodded. “In that case, I’ll see what I can do. We’ve got plenty of meat in the cooler, but we try to cook a whole girl once or twice a week. We’ve got quite a crew to feed. I take it that several of the muffins will be available to cook? That’ll make our meat girls happy.”

As Belinda nodded, one of the ‘crew’ came to get their drink orders. The waitress was a bouncy Anglo in her late teens, blonde, nude, and (everyone noticed) with a totally hairless pubic mound. Watching the girl’s high, rounded buttocks jiggle as she walked away, Sharon commented, “Who’s she? Is she on the menu, too?”

Rhona sighed with mild irritation. “She’s one of the college coeds we hired. A lot of them - guys, too - showed up when we were hiring, so we took them on as staff. I’m regretting that decision, believe me. Putting guys and girls that age in this environment causes all sorts of headaches. Now that the men are off the island, I’m not bringing the boys back and that will solve some of the problems, but the girls are a bit of a pain all on their own.”

Looking at the others on the table, she continued, “Some of them, like that one, get a charge out of pretending to be on the menu to tease the guests. Others want me to do like that restaurant in Miami that offers up the waitresses as a special menu choice once a week, then gives bonuses to the girls not bought to keep them coming back.”

Martha squirmed uncomfortably. “I’m not sure I like that. Oh, I know I’m meat and I look forward to the day I go to the kitchen, but those girls aren’t even out of their teens. I had a chance to live life before I made my decision and I’m not sure the coeds are ready.”

Belinda frowned disapprovingly. “If nothing else, they aren’t fully developed yet. A woman’s meat doesn’t gain its best flavor until she’s in her mid twenties and hit her full growth. As one of the owners, I think I can speak for the rest when I say letting them offer themselves up is a bad idea. I agree with Martha that they just aren’t ready. Rhona, I’m sure you could find some slightly older girls that might be interested, if you want to pursue the waitress-on-the-menu thing. Cooking an occasional waitress would thrill the guests, I’m sure, but not using those coeds.”

Rhona nodded as a naked maid came over and spoke softly in May’s ear. Sharon watched with interest as May replied in Spanish and the girl walked off, question answered. “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish, May,” Sharon said.

May smiled brightly. “I didn’t know I could learn until you guys and Lorna got me motivated to do something other than be a whore. Lorna paid for a class to get me started when this job came up, then she had me spend a few weeks at Antonio Montero’s place for total immersion. It was interesting… Oh, they didn’t expect sex or anything like that. They really treated me nice, but all they spoke was Spanish, and I’m not sure what dialect. Anyhow, I can talk to all the girls we buy, enough for simple communication. I’m getting better.”

She darkened for a moment. “Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t understanding them so well. I know they’re meat, and they know it, too. They accept it. Most of them sold themselves and the rest were sold by their families. I don’t understand that, but they accept it, so I go along.

“Anyhow,” she continued, beginning to brighten again, “Maryana just told me the bungalows are ready for you guys. You can move in any time you want. I also told her none of them were going to be cooked while you are here. She said to tell you thank you very much.”

Belinda nodded graciously. “You may tell her she’s welcome. I see no reason to take any of them while we brought our own supply, besides, the muffins wouldn’t hear of it.”

Glancing at another table, she continued, “I’m sure we’ll be well fed during our stay.”

At their own table, Abbie, Edie, Patti and Lou were having their latest round of drink orders taken by one of the nude coeds. With a mischievous expression, Patti reached around behind the preoccupied girl and tweaked a round bare buttock, producing a startled little yip and jump. Flustered but game to the end, the waitress finished getting the orders then took off, to be followed by the appreciative looks of the FF. “I always wanted to do that,” Patti admitted.

“Was she nice?” Edie asked. “That round bubble butt just looked so scrumptious.”

“I do hope we’ll get to see at least one of them wiggling on a spit,” Lou added. “They look so much like those girls that walk past the house, but these are available.”

“And quite tasty looking,” Abbie commented. “I’d love to see them spit one. It would be just so much fun.” A little voice in the back of her mind added it would be even more fun to see one of the other three getting a pole up her pussy. Unknown to her, the same thought was tiptoeing through the minds of the aforesaid ‘other three’.

The temporary silence engendered by thoughts of barbecuing bosom buddies was overcome by reality in the person of Belinda. “Ladies,” she chimed sweetly, “your accommodations are ready. I’ve ordered special ones for you, since you may still be in some danger. Why don’t you join our party and we’ll all go inspect your place together?”

Sharon, Rhona, and May followed Belinda and the FF as they made their way to the lobby. There they undressed in front of one of the solemnly quiet Hispanic maids, who took their bikinis and put them in little mesh bags for laundering. Throughout the lobby, spit muffins were happily stripping for just the same reason. As Belinda and her four followers were walking out towards the pathway to the FF’s bungalow, Sharon made a careful study of the plump and nicely developing rear ends of the four as they waggled their way outside. That was some nice meat, with potential for even better development.

Belinda saw one of Carol’s assistants walking out of the kitchen. She was also nude, as was every other woman in the place by now, but wearing a full apron. Apparently things were happening in the kitchen. That idea was confirmed a moment later, after a brief discussion between Carol and her helper. “Belinda,” Carol said, “if you guys want to take a moment, we’re about ready to begin preparing the brunette you brought. Want to see?”

As this was the kind of invitation no self respecting woman eating female could resist, the whole group trooped into the kitchen behind (and it was a nice one) Carol. To one side of the main work space, the blonde had her wrists and ankles tied together in front of her, and was suspended from a hook by them. This posture left her suspended, but exposed both her cunt and bottom hole to visual or tactile inspection. As Abbie & Co. hurried over and eagerly proceeded to perform such inspection, Carol explained to the rest, “I think you’re right, Belinda. We’ll just butcher her tomorrow or the next day. She’ll stay in the cage until then so her pussy will be fresh when we harvest it. The brunette, on the other hand, I’m going to slow cook in the oven for tonight. We’ll start now so she’ll be ready by dinner.”

The noise from another section of the work area had already captured the - admittedly fleeting - attention of the Fearsome Foursome. It was the brunette, arms bound and gagged, squatting, legs wide, on a counter with a large pipe rising up out of the counter and into her ass. To signify there was something going on, say… stuffing coming up the pipe and being injected into her butt, she was squirming uncomfortably and squealing repeatedly. She got really big eyed when one of Carol’s assistants approached her with what looked like an oversized cake decorator. The assistant cook ignored the byplay and efficiently stuck the nozzle of the oversized decorator up, far up, the brunette’s exposed pussy. She then squeezed the entire load of stuffing the apparatus contained into the horrified woman’s cunt.

“Stuffing her fore and aft,” Sharon commented with a grin. “That ought to get her about as full as she’s ever going to get.”

Edie was wide eyed at the process, while Lou, Patti, and Abbie just gaped open mouthed. “Oh, that’s so exciting!” Abbie whispered. She wondered to herself what it would be like with the much more nicely curved Lou sitting on the pipe instead of the brunette. The other three had identical thoughts, albeit with various name substitutions.

Once she was stuffed, the brunette was lifted off her seating arrangement, betraying the fact that the pipe’s nozzle - the part up her butt - was about eight inches long. She was then carried to a girl sized pan, wherein she was laid face down. Her bindings were changed so that her wrists were lashed to her ankles in a hog-tie position, while a spreader bar was inserted between her knees to keep her thighs apart. Lou figured out that was to expose her pussy for even cooking, while Patti realized the position would make it easy for a server to carve the fleshy parts once she was fully cooked.

Once on the pan, the brunette was covered in spiced cooking oil, while another assistant used liberal amounts of oregano, salt, and pepper to cover her gleaming, oily flesh. Carol shoved a plug/vibrator combination up the brunette’s packed pussy - precipitating another flurry of squirms and squeals - then followed it with a meat thermometer/ electrostimulator combo between her nicely rounded buttocks.

Belinda nodded her approval at the plugs. “Carol and I see eye to eye,” she commented to Rhona. “The more orgasms the woman has while she’s cooking, the better she’ll taste. Although I must say that my muffins, with their incredible sexual energy, have truly exquisite taste, much better than the average woman.”

Rhona’s eyes widened slightly at that. “Belinda, a woman’s meat already has fantastic taste. If your muffins are an improvement on that, I’ll be looking forward to cooking one.”

“They’re looking forward to it, too, dear,” Belinda replied.

By this time, the brunette’s ball gag was replaced with an apple and the wriggly, noisy roast was ready. The oven was set to bring up the temperature very slowly, which, among other benefits, allowed the roast to smell herself cooking before she succumbed to the gently rising heat. Everything set, platter and girl were inserted into the oven and the glass door closed. The squeals, never low, were rising to a really high decibel level. Fortunately, the apple and the oven door deadened the noise somewhat.

Belinda watched long enough to see the brunette’s surprised reaction to her first orgasm, a result of the stimulation in her pussy and butt (along with a little chemical enhancement courtesy of Belinda), then turned her attention to the Fearsome Foursome, staring with fascination into the oven. “Ladies,” she proclaimed sweetly, “she’ll be good for a while yet. We really must get you to your bungalow, then you can come back here and watch her finish cooking. Now follow me!” Followed by a suitably docile FF and the rest of the parade, Belinda led the group back out of the main building and down the walkway to the special bungalow.

Arriving at a number pad on a pole about four feet or so in front of a high chain link fence, Belinda punched in a combination, then led the crew through the now open gate and to a large luxuriously pseudo-jungle native bungalow, complete with private swimming pool. Still wearing their Panama hats and sunglasses, the happily chattering FF scampered into the bungalow to check out their vacation accommodations.

Belinda waited with a smile on her face, engaging Sharon in quiet conversation while Rhona gave a grand tour of the place, complete with private wet bar (fully stocked). It appeared the FF were completely happy with the setup.

When Rhona finally brought the four cheerful and excited women back to the large living area, Belinda addressed the group. “Abbie, Edie, Lou, and Patti, I do hope everything meets with your acceptance?”

Nods and other approving noises.

“Very good… Now please stand in front of me in a line. Yes, that’s right… Hm. Now turn around.”

Checking out the FF as they were lined up, Sharon decided her first assessment was right, they were developing quite nicely. She knew all about the hormone formula pills the four were taking, and was pleased to see the formula was having it’s usual rounding-out effect. When the women turned around, one scan of the four sets of plump buttocks led to the assessment of some very nice meat jiggling there.

Abbie spoke up, “Belinda, we love this place, but a few things are bothering me… Is that fence the security measure you talked about? And… uh… why the body scan? It’s almost like you were doing a meat evaluation. Of course, you didn’t do any hefting and squeezing like a real meat evaluation. Not even a finger up the pussy. But it still felt like a meat evaluation. Sort of. Not that I mind, you understand, but we aren’t on the menu. The South American girls, the coeds and the muffins are on them menu, not us… And…”

Belinda gently cut off the torrent of words. “That’s where you’re wrong, dear. The South American girls get a pass while we’re here, and the coeds are most expressly not on the menu. Instead, several of the muffins will realize their meat fantasy and help feed the resort while we’re here, and they’re quite happy about the prospect.

“No,” Belinda continued in the same gentle voice, walking forward to gather the four into her arms in a nice bundle of nude female flesh, “we’ve got a menu planned, and those other girls aren’t on it. However, you four are. We’ll cook all of you near the end of next week as a sort of send off party. We really need that much time because none of you are completely ready yet. You have some more development to do, and you’ll be getting liquid hormones every day to help you along. For all intents and purposes, you all may consider yourselves in a fattening pen.”

“FATTENING PEN?!!” Abbie screamed.

“Does that mean no maid service?” Edie gasped in a shocked voice.

“And what about keeping the bar stocked?!!?” Lou and Patti gasped together.

NEXT POST

It took a little while for things to settle down, including the assurance of a continued full bar and the information that a special maid would be assigned to the FF. Finally, they were ready to begin enjoying the resort’s attractions, if not exactly resigned to their fate. Belinda had a special plan for that latter condition, but she saw no need to reveal it at the moment. Another, more important event awaited.

The event - to wit: the brunette in the oven - beckoned. In short order, Carol and her assistants found themselves going about their kitchenly business with an audience of four other nude women on a bench with an excellent view of the oven’s glass door and the squirming, gasping brunette behind it. Abbie & Co. were cuffed hand and foot, sitting so closely their hips pressed together, and wearing ball gags. Despite that, they were wriggling and making little noises (much like the brunette cooking merrily away) as they watched.

Several unoccupied vibrators were sticking up from the bench on either side of the FF, showing the women were occupying four of them. Edie, for one, found the busy vibe inside her and the sight of the squirming brunette overwhelmingly exciting as she squirmed her bare hip against Lou’s and Patti’s. While not an overwhelming Big Bang, the whole situation left her in a state of continually pulsing low grade orgasm. The same could be said for the other three. Of course, the fact that their hands were cuffed in front of them, allowing their fingers to get busy between their thighs, helped. Several of the off duty coeds even joined them.

Finally, after the brunette stopped moving, Abbie reached up and pulled down her gag for a moment. “Can we get up?” She asked in a breathless erratic voice. “We need to get back to the bungalow… real bad!” Carol nodded and uncuffed their ankles to let the coeds - also former bench occupants - lead them back to the fattening pen, there to be fully released and fall into the living room furniture in frantic pairs, the bedrooms being too far away. The accompanying coeds also joined the fun.

The next morning, what was going to be the Fearsome Foursome’s daily routine got underway. After milking the milk muffins (an event watched with eager fascination by the entire resort staff, from permanent staffers to May’s housekeeping/meat girls) Sharon, Belinda, and several muffin assistants went over to the fattening pens and administered the first of the regular morning enemas to Abbie, Edie, Lou. and Patti. After subsequent (and permanent) depilation, they were led out to a wide bench in front of the bungalow, where they got on elbows and knees to receive their daily hormone injections. The four women discovered the sensations of the hormone injection were… well, interesting. The hormones were administered via a bulb with a foot long nozzle. When the aforesaid slender nozzle was slid up into their ass and the bulb squeezed, it was a feeling like none of the women had ever experienced. Lou actually had a low grade orgasm when it was her turn.

The next event on the program was somewhat less enjoyable, at least for the Fearsome Foursome. “All right, girls,” Sharon said firmly. “On your backs on the platform, knees pulled back to your shoulders. I want to see some pussies.”

Acutely aware of how vulnerable she was in this position, Abbie asked nervously, “Uh, what’s next?”

Hefting a set of punch pliers in her right hand and pinching Abbie’s clitoris with her left, Sharon replied matter-of-factly, “Clit rings. Used to secure you on occasion and hang your meat tags… and…”

Clip. “Ouch!”

“There, got it,” Sharon continued as Wendy affixed the little ring. “We’ll grade your meat tomorrow or the next day. Give us a standard to tell when you’re prime. Okay, Edie, you’re next.”

Clip. “Ow!”

“Ladies,” Belinda said when everything was finished and the four were standing, watching her and trying to get accustomed to the little rings buried in their pubic folds, “we’ll be administering hormones every day to enhance your meat development. Meanwhile, you will be allowed to go anywhere on the resort except areas restricted to you or off the resort grounds. Then Martha, here (little wave and superior professional smile from the Home Crafts Expert) will begin teaching you some skills you need, especially how to become a very tasty roast.”

“We’re restricted?” Abbie asked with some nervousness.

“Yes,” Belinda nodded, “to a degree, since you are, of course, the main dish for the going away party. On the other hand, the collars are set so you can go horseback riding on the resort’s trails or swim and snorkel in the lagoon… I recommend that, by the way, the underwater sights are truly beautiful… Actually, you can use any of the resort’s equipment except the sailboats or jet skis. Of course, you must return to the pen at night, but you are free to enjoy the resort within reason, as long as you don’t abuse the freedom.”

The four nodded glumly, not quite happy at the reference to the going away party. Then Abbie noticed their assigned maid going in to make up the bungalow and brightened a little. The maid was worth brightening up at. A tall, mocha colored Creole girl from Puerto Rico, her name was Ixinza, and she was quite beautiful. She had a muffin grade figure, naturally grown, and a beautiful face framed by an inch thick cap of dark, kinky hair. Abbie decided she was going to try and get to know the girl better, preferably in bed.

Sharon had also noticed the girl, and idly thought she’d make a great addition to the milking herd, especially since several of the muffins were going to be cooked while they were here and they’d need another girl or two. Perhaps something to discuss with Belinda.

As Belinda was ushering her crew out, Martha walked up to face the four new meat girls. “Ladies,” she said in her firm, soft voice and clasping her hands, “I’m going to show you the best way to prepare a woman for cooking. From the viewpoint of the meal. Now let’s begin, shall we?”

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH…

WARNING, FLASHBACK!

Belinda, companion, herds, and muffin wranglers having left that morning, the Major settled himself into a pool lounger, nursing a tall cool one, contemplating a beautiful afternoon, and mulling over future prospects. As Belinda’s house sitter, the accommodations were marvelous. His only (very mild) quandary was trying to decide on two weeks of roughing it, vegetating in total luxury, or the opposing option of trying to do something productive. “My man,” he said to Pink, resting on the table next to him, “the future unfolds in wondrous vistas, at least for the next two weeks. I’m currently living in the style to which I should be accustomed, with a nicely overstocked bar and several coolers full of some quite flavorful women. I want for nothing, you understand.”

“Miaow.” Translation: I can dig it, man.

“However, home just isn’t home without a lively, tasty young lady on the grill, in my considered expert opinion.”

“Miaow.” Translation: Ditto.

“Quite frankly, Pink, my man, I find my thoughts turning to some way to demonstrate my admiration for those that bend over for the betterment of mankind. In fact…”

House security system interrupts here.

After a quick check of the security monitor. The Major made haste to knot a sarong around his waist (He was following the ranch nudity custom.) and opened the front door to the four very nicely curved ladies on the porch. Once he got the door open, the bottle blonde in the middle spoke up. “You must be the Major. Belinda got in touch with us, and we agreed to help you house sit while she’s gone. Here’s a note she said to give you.”

Bemusedly opening the aforesaid missive as the four women trooped past him into the house, the Major continued to stand in the door as he read. “Dearest Major, (wrote Belinda) I do hope you won’t mind sharing the house with Alana, Darcie, Michelle and Louise for the next two weeks. They were between gigs and needed a place, so I offered to fix them up. When told you were there, they all thought that would simply add to the fun. They are quite lively and open for nearly anything. In fact, they are former cannibal porno video stars, now doing legitimate work for the Aldyke Agency. I do hope you all get along well together. Love and kisses, Belinda.”

“P. S. Kindly do not cook any of them. I would take it amiss.”

“P. P. S. Unless they decide to volunteer.”

Clutching the wonderful letter, the Major spun and charged back into the house (imaginary horns blaring the charge in the background, or maybe they were moose calls), looking for Alana, Darcie, Michelle, and Louise. Object: Getting to know everybody better - MUCH better.

Entering the living room, he stopped dead. The tableau in front of him had him frozen. Alana, et al, were sitting in the living room, alright - fully, gloriously, nude (house custom). They also, each and every one, had a sock puppet on their right hand, manipulating it as though it was trying to talk. “Ladies,” the Major breathed, “this looks like the start of a muppetnificent relationship!”

FLASHBACK OVER. STILL BACK AT THE RANCH.

Nancy let herself into Belinda’s mansion. As a regular visitor and close friend, she had the various keys and key codes necessary. Walking back towards the patio, she didn’t undress. With the Major around, retaining clothing seemed advisable. When she walked through the open glass doors to the patio, the first thing she saw was Darcie, squirming and moaning on a spit over the hot barbecue pit. A very nude Alana and Louise were engrossed in tending her as she rotated over the heat, while an equally bare Michelle, Pink happily cuddled in her soft lap, relaxed on a lounger next to the Major. “Major,” Nancy said in a calm voice, “I believe Belinda said no cooking the house-sitters. Um?”

Screwing his monocle into his eye, the Major harrumphed and fixed Nancy with a reproving look. “Strictly role play, my dear. The darlings so enjoy it, and the aftermath is quite fun, you know.”

Giving the Major another glance, Nancy realized there was a sock puppet in the Major’s lap. Furthermore, it was standing up straight. “I see you’ve corrupted these poor girls with your puppets. What’s next, chicken jokes?”

The Major harrumphed again, in outrage. “Madame, I’ll have you know I would never stoop to inflicting such fowl humor on these sweet girls. Anyone that thinks I would descend to that level is welcome to get clucked, as far as I’m concerned.”

As Nancy winced, Alana called out, “Please stay for a while, Nancy. I’m next, then Louise, but the spit will be open for use after that.” Offhand, it looked to Nancy like a very sexually active program was on the card for the afternoon.

Nancy gave a knowing smile to the Major. “I think I better hang around. Looks like you might need some help. But take off that damned puppet!”

NOW BACK TO THE RESORT.

That night after dinner, Abbie was in the living room of the bungalow/fattening pen, safely behind locked gates with the rest of her companions and/or pending dinners. She was standing before a full length mirrored fixture on one wall, spreading her outer pussy lips with two fingers and glumly examining her new clit ring. “I don’t like this ring,” she said.

Edie took a sip from her drink and replied from her position on the settee, “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve always wanted a piercing, and this one is actually kind of cute, if you look at it right.”

Lou was aghast. “If you look at it right!? Hell, that ring means you’re going to be a pussy platter, girl! It’s not for cool looks, you know. These rings are just what Sharon said: Something to lead us around by, secure us, and clip meat tags on to. That isn’t cute in my book.”

Patti, watching a DVD on the plasma set, offered a slight change of subject. “Hey, this cook is doing some really neat things. He’s fixing a casserole with scallops, shrimp, mussels and a diced prime filet. It really looks good.”

Abbie groaned and looked skyward for help. None seemed forthcoming, then two thoughts hit her: A. There were only three cooking pits in the resort’s main area. The one out front didn’t count, since it was only for role play. (Short, sneaky thought train about what it would be like when she got to ride the spit and experienced the wild orgasms everybody talked about.). Therefore, there was an excellent chance one of them wouldn’t be attending the going away party as the main course. B. If they escaped from the pen, one or more of them might still be loose when the going away party took place, and thus be overlooked in the revelry. Hm. Say, if they all four got loose, but Patti, Lou, and Edie got caught…

Another plan popped into Abbie’s brain. “Say, girls, there’s only sand under that fence. If we could dig a big enough hole, we ought to be able to slip under it.”

“And do what?”

“Hide out on the island somewhere. Find some driftwood and build a raft like they do on TV. I don’t know! Do something other than sit here and get ready to be girl chops!”

“Oh, not chops. You’d make wonderful steaks,” Lou said, her tone joking, but there definitely was speculation in her glance.

Abbie snorted. She’d caught what Lou was visualizing. Just because she was imagining Lou on a spit didn’t give her Lou right to think the same thing about her! “Come on! There’re plates in the kitchen. We’ll use them to dig out the sand.”

The next morning, after administering hormones to four very surly, scraped, tired women, Sharon left the four to a pre-breakfast soak in their Jacuzzi while she went in search of Belinda. When she finally found her, she said, “Belinda, it looks to me as though those four yuppie nut cases were trying to dig out under the fence last night.”

“Tired were they, dearest?” Belinda responded. When Sharon nodded, she continued with a musical chuckle. “When I had the fence installed, I had a concrete structural foundation put under it. The concrete is only two feet deep, but I doubt if Abbie and the others had the initiative to go any lower than that.”

Sharon grinned. “The bottom of that fence looked like it had been attacked by a pack of dogs burying bones. I bet they were up half the night trying to dig out, hitting concrete and trying some other place without going deep enough to get clear. Ixinza had to get two other girls to help her clean all the sand out of the bungalow.”

Belinda grinned, then changed the subject. “Well, enough of them. They’ll keep us amused, if nothing else. We really have to determine which of the muffins we’ll cook next. We’ll need to cook one by the end of the week and the dear girls are so looking forward to it.”

Sharon shook her head and sighed with upraised eyes, thinking of the spit muffin attitude about getting cooked. Oh well, it was their fantasy, let them have it. The attitude was still nuts, in her book.

Several hours after breakfast, Martha assembled the crew from the fattening pen. In reasonably short order, without being entirely too sure how they got there, Abbie & Co. found themselves on a wide bench in front of the bungalow on their elbows and knees, wrists and ankles cuffed and secured to the bench, and nicely color coordinated ball gags in their mouths. Martha stood where they could see her, looking into four sets of nervous wide eyes as she lectured. “Ladies, this is one of the more popular positions for spitting a woman with a one piece pole, since it makes both your vagina and your bottom hole available to the person doing the spitting. You need to know it - although I don’t consider it the most efficient position - but there’s another feature that’s far more important to you this morning.”

Smiling brightly, she continued, “All of you need to have your little bottom holes relaxed. This is necessary to allow for comfortable stuffing, or anal insertion of the spit, if so inclined. Therefore, this morning’s session will concentrate on loosening up exercises for your ass.” Low, slightly frantic, murmurs began behind the gags.

Martha walked over to where three of the maids were watching the four restrained women with some satisfaction on their faces. Getting all of the sand out of the bungalow had been a headache, and half a dozen plates were ruined as well. The maids were really in no mood to be charitable. “Ixinza,” Martha asked, “who are your associates?”

A little surprised at being addressed by her name by a guest, even one that was supposed to be in the meat category like them, Ixinza responded by indicating her two partners. “Rosa and Maryana, madam.” Maryana was quite curvy, but Rosa was the prize. She had a nicely curved torso, but prominent, full breasts and VERY prominent, beautifully shaped buttocks. Great thighs, too. No superfluous fat. A banquet roaster on the hoof.

Martha nodded aristocratically. “Very good.” She reached into her satchel and took out a long, thick plastic penis with a curved flexible shaft coming out of its base. The inside of the shaft’s curve had two thick plugs facing upward. “This is my invention. I call it the plug-on, and the two plugs for your ass and pussy allow a woman to truly enjoy fucking another woman. You will each don one and assist me in loosening up the ladies bottoms. They are far too tight.”

Dubious but willing (actually quite willing, the Fearsome Foursome were a pain of legendary proportions), the maids watched carefully as Martha lubricated the plugs, put the curved part between her thighs, then inserted one plug into her pussy and the other into her ass. Standing there with the long thick plastic penis jutting incongruously from her bare mons, Martha instructed, “Now, you three do the same. Don’t forget to lubricate the plugs so they’ll go in easily, then lubricate the shaft so you can penetrate your girl without any difficulty or pain.”

Abbie got the idea when she felt the oily head of the plug-on start to push its way into her rear. The noise from behind her gag increased. The other three got the concept about the same time, and things got a little vigorous, not to mention noisy.

Ixinza started to get really interested - beyond the payback thrill, that is - once the head of her plug-on was seated in Lou’s ass. Lou’s squirming and writhing (accompanied by much muffled protestation and a number of miscellaneous squeals) was causing her own plugs to really work around inside her. She’d never felt anything like that, especially in her ass, and the sensation was interesting - and getting very exciting. She grabbed Lou’s hips and leaned forward to fully seat the shaft, grabbed Lou’s breasts for convenient handholds, then began to really start pumping. Ms. Martha said she wanted this woman’s ass loosened up, she was going to get it loosened up.

Sometime later, Abbie, Edie, Patti, and Lou were sipping Long Island Iced Tea on lounge chairs by the pool, nattily attired in their jewelry, rolled brim Panama hats, sunglasses, and spiced vegetable oil sun lotion. “Martha said we have to have a session like today’s every day from now on until we loosen up,” Patti remarked.

Abbie squirmed uncomfortably. “Wonderful. Martha got just a bit deep in my butt with that thing she was using.”

“Judging from the sounds you were making at the end,” Lou responded acidly, “you didn’t seem to mind. I’ve never heard you orgasm that loud before.”

Edie tried to head off the catty hiss and spit contest. “We all did, not to mention the maids. Well, anyway, Martha told us to work on the problem on our own. Maybe we ought to try a little sex like that ourselves. Just us, tonight. She left us the plug-ons.”

Patti commented, “That sounds like an idea. That other suggestion she gave us ought to help, too… Oh, Lou, if you’re getting up, would you please hand me the pitcher? I’m getting a little low in my drinkie.”

Lou, who had gingerly been extracting herself from the lounger, simply nodded. Her own glass was empty, so she’d been headed for the booze pitcher on the table near the pool anyhow. As she stood up and started to head for the table in a mincing gait, the flexible base of a butt plug could be seen peeking out from between the smooth mounds of her plump bare buttocks.

Looking at the plug, Abbie felt compelled to add, “Yes, I know those are Martha’s recommendation. Yes, I know they’ll help loosen us up.” She squirmed again around her own butt plug, and noticed the other two doing the same. “But I still say they’re a pain in the ass… Literally.”

The next day after the “loosening up exercises” and a little soothing time in the jacuzzi, Abbie, Edie, Patti, and Lou discovered another addition to their schedule - personal massages. They were free to enjoy some resort activities, but hadn’t tried this one.

The masseuse (female, needless to say, and as nude as everyone else) was a member of the resort staff, and quite expert. Lou got on her belly on the table, put her head on her crossed arms, closed her eyes and relaxed under the woman’s firmly manipulating hands. “Oh, my,” she murmured as a pleasant lassitude spread throughout her body, “that feels so wonderful.”

“Yes,” the masseuse said, spreading some more spiced oil on a nicely rounded thigh, “and it’s great for tenderizing your meat, too. The Japanese developed the technique for Kobe beef. By the time I finish next week, you’ll slice like butter.”

Lou’s eyes sprang open - wide.

In one of the resort main rooms, Belinda had gathered the muffins behind closed doors. This little meeting was private. “Ladies,” Belinda said once all ten of the muffins were standing in front of her, “we’re here to choose the next meal for the resort. Now I want all of you to come here so I can perform a little check. You may feel free to imagine yourselves on a spit if you so desire. Please turn around and bend over.”

With that, Belinda worked her way through the group, inserting a testing finger in each woman’s pussy. Lucy was jiggling with repressed excitement, she noted, and her finger met no resistance going in and came out quite juicy. Delicately licking the girl juice off her finger, Belinda made her decision. “Lucy, I believe you are most ready. Please meet Carol in the kitchen at ten o’clock Thursday.”

“There, dearest,” Belinda said to Sharon as she turned away from the group where Lucy was receiving the congratulations of the other nine, “that really wasn’t a difficult choice. I think Jaqui will be ready for Sunday dinner, too.”

Sharon snorted and smiled ironically. “All their nipples erected as soon as you made that announcement, Belinda. Lucy’s hot to trot right now and the rest aren’t far behind her.”

Looking over her shoulder at the group, Belinda nodded thoughtfully. “You’re quite right, my love. Perhaps I should do something about it.

“Lucy, would you chose several of your friends and go to my bungalow? I’ll be there shortly.” Lucy grinned in anticipation.

Sharon shot a sideways knowing glance at Wendy. Three of those oversexed and nicely rounded prospective meals would be about Belinda’s normal capacity. One thing was sure, Lucy and her buddies were going to be quite relaxed by early afternoon, but very busy before that. Matter of fact, the rest looked like they could use a little seeing to, as well. Better gather the bunch up and shoo them to their respective dens. In deference to the resort staff, Belinda had decreed that there would be no open sex except on the beach or in the bungalows, a restriction that irked the muffins, but they were willing to tolerate it to enjoy the resort.

Hm. Grab Martha and take her back to the bungalow, too. Martha was a great lay as long as she wasn’t talking.

It was time for Lucy to go on the rotisserie. She had lain there quietly as Carol’s assistant cooks had packed handful after handful of Carol’s patented gourmet stuffing up her ass, an ass recently widened by her final enema and the plug-ons of several of her friends. Once the two parts of the spit were inserted into her body and the magnetic current turned on, the field held her rigid on the pole like she was spitted with a solid shaft. Lucy was quite familiar with the sensation, courtesy of innumerable role play sessions, but was really exited this time. This time it was for real. She was about to experience the goal of every spit muffin, the Ultimate Fuck.

The dining room was closed for the early part of Lucy’s roasting. Only Belinda’s party, May and several designated maids (Ixinza and Rosa were expressly permitted), and a few of the coeds that had gotten into the habit of riding muffins (or being ridden by them) were allowed inside. Again, Belinda wanted everyone to enjoy Lucy’s roasting - which also meant plenty of sex - but she had no wish to intrude on the regular staff of the resort. May was included because she was an old hand (pun not intended) at sex with muffins, and the designated maids had also enjoyed regular sessions with Belinda’s girls.

Among the maids was Ixinza. Bearing absolutely no love for the Fearsome Foursome, she smirked slightly as she watched Abbie and her “friends” walk into the dining room. Three were walking a bit carefully, like they were very sore, and the fourth, Patti, was stalking in like she was quite angry about something. “Ixinza, dear,” came a musical voice from behind her, “there seems to be some kind of problem with Abbie and the others. Do you know what it is?”

Taken aback by being addressed by Belinda herself, Ixinza bravely rallied and responded, “Madam, three of them tried to escape on horses when they went surf riding. They left Patti tied up in the living room of their bungalow and it took me almost ten minutes to free her.”

Next to Belinda, Sharon chuckled. “Belinda, three of them thought they’d try a mounted get away. They left Patti as a sacrificial distraction and went surf riding with Jessamine, the riding instructor. Once they were in the water, they kneed the horses a bit too hard to get them to run. Jessamine said those poor, placid horses were so surprised they reared and threw those dumass yuppie broads into the water. Needless to say, the escape attempt was a failure, those three are banned from ever riding horses again, and Patti is just a bit peeved.”

“She’ll get over it after she gets fucked a time or two, dearest,” Belinda replied with confident practicality. “Oh, look, there’s Lucy. Doesn’t she look wonderful on a spit?”

Lucy knew just how beautiful she looked on a pole, and was already juicing with excitement. When she was settled on the rotisserie, she could feel the heat and smell the scent of her seasoned oil dripping on the heated coils as she started to rotate. Soon enough, the delicate scent of girl juices began to permeate the room as she began dripping onto the coils. Her mons and the base of her buttocks glistened as though from an extra basting of oil. It wasn’t oil, it was Lucy’s homemade lubricant. Soon enough, Lucy became even more excited as she could smell herself start to cook, and her excited wriggles, convulsions and loud squeals riveted everyone’s attention. Throughout the room, women were pairing off or grouping up, and hands, fingers and tongues got busy on soft female parts. Lucy was going out with a bang and everyone was riding the wave with her.

Later, as Carol was carving Lucy and coeds were scurrying between tables carrying dishes, Rhoda raved about the quality of the meat. “This is truly exquisite, Belinda!” she said as she worked her way through a really tender buttock steak. She was sitting with Belinda, Sharon and May. “If this is what your hormone treatments do, we have to start using them on our meat girls!”

“Hormones are only a small part of it, love,” Belinda replied. “They just help the meat develop. Really, plenty of good sex over an extended period is what does the trick for flavor.”

“Hm,” Rhoda grew thoughtful, “I’m wondering about the best way to start that little innovation.”

At a nearby table, Abbie, Edie, Patti, and Lou were happily enjoying the afterglow of some wild sex and the succulent taste of Lucy’s meat. Patti had even forgotten her anger at the other three. Well, almost. “I’m still a bit peeved at you guys,” she said.

“Forget it,” Abbie said as she carved another bite, “we chose you for the distraction because you were off banging Jaqui when we thought up the plan. You’d have done the same thing if it was one of us.”

“That’s not true,” Patti said without heat. Of course, all four of them knew that was a whopping lie.

The remainder of the time at the resort was filled with memorable activities by the guests. Sharon, for instance, got her SCUBA certification, and several of the muffins learned to ride horses, as opposed to each other. In addition, there were regular occurrences. To wit:

“Those four are developing quite nicely,” Belinda remarked to Sharon as they relaxed in beach chairs. Belinda was referring to Abbie & Co. as they made their way into the water wearing swim fins and diving masks, planning to go snorkeling. “I particularly like their thighs and hips. Good meat there.”

Sharon gave the foursome a quick appraisal as they entered the water. “Good butts, too. They look like they’ll be ready for the going away party. The masseuse reports they’re all ready to carve. I haven’t seen their pussies lately though. How do they look?”

“Oh, quite meaty, dearest,” Belinda responded.

Sharon noticed the foursome were slowly but steadily swimming towards the gap in the lagoon reef that led to the open sea. It looked like another escape attempt. “Belinda…”

“I particularly like the construction of Lou’s pussy,” Belinda continued blissfully.

“Belinda…”

“Her outer lips are quite plump and tender, although the other three have also developed very well…”

“BELINDA!”

“They have the makings of a wonderful gourmet pussy platter,” Belinda calmly sailed on. “And, yes, dearest, I know they’re headed out of the lagoon.”

Sharon was carefully - and a bit anxiously - watching a wonderful meal head out to sea when the four suddenly reversed themselves and made for the beach. Fast. In fact, churning arms and legs were leaving a wake in the water like a high powered speedboat. Sharon judged they were swimming fast enough to threaten an Olympic record.

In the same placid tones she’d been using, Belinda remarked, “There’s a small colony of nurse sharks outside the lagoon. Harmless, really, but frightening if you aren’t educated enough to know your sharks or have the nerve to swim past them. Oh, here those lovely girls come back up onto the beach. They do look a bit breathless. Do you think we ought to gather them up and take them to lunch?”

Abbie stood in front of the full length mirror and examined her nude body with a great deal of dissatisfaction. Working her way down, she took inventory. Large, full, firm breasts, medium small waist giving her an hourglass figure, fully fleshed firm hips and legs to match. Turning, she looked over her shoulder and checked her bottom, assaying the smooth, round mounds of meat that were her buttocks. Sighing, she straightened again and squeezed her very prominent bare mons slightly. No getting around it, she had a knockout figure. “Once I said I’d die for a body like this,” she remarked ironically to the woman standing next to her, doing the same examination.

“So did I,” Patti answered. “I’ll bet you two did, too,” she shot to Lou and Edie, watching from a couch.

Lou nodded glumly, looking down and squeezing her own mons between thumb and forefinger. “We did and we’re gonna,” she said. “Pussy platters on the hoof, that’s us.”

Edie brightened. “Well, we ought to be delicious. We’ve got great meat. You, especially, Abbie.”

Before Abbie could round on her and start a fight, a firm voice stopped the impending entertainment. “Good morning ladies,” said Sharon. “Good news, bad news. The good news is that you’re all invited to a going away party today. Bad news is, you four are going as the main course and entertainment. Okay, everyone into the showers for clean up, then enema.” Sharon waved her hand and Wendy led a gaggle of maids and muffins to gather up the four prospective menu items and take them to get cleaned, up and out.

When they returned to the living room, damp and wearing high heeled slippers to keep their feet clean, Sharon had them all stand in a line. “All of you turn around,” she ordered. “Now just stand straight and spread your cheeks.” She gave the four exposed bottom holes a careful scrutiny. “Looks like you’ve all been working on loosening up your sphincters, and that’s good. Easy stuffing. Now hold that pose.”

Wendy handed Sharon four oiled butt plugs, three of which had long leashes hanging from the base. Going down the line, she inserted a plug in each ass, oblivious to the occasional yip or flinch. “Now,” she said, “you can go ahead and release your cheeks.” Four sets of buttocks flopped back together, leaving the plug bases just visible between the tender meat, with a leash hanging down from everyone except Lou.

After cuffing their hands and gagging them, Sharon got them into line and proceeded to clip leashes to clit rings so that all four were secured one behind the other, Abbie first and Lou last. Snapping another leash to Abbie’s clit ring, Sharon gave it a slight jerk and said, “Okay, follow me. We’re headed for the kitchen.” Without further ado or formality, Sharon led the unenthusiastic but docile procession out of the bungalow and off to the main building.

Leading her four tethered followers into the kitchen, Sharon took them up onto a low platform with four thick, smooth, oily dowels sticking up out of it. “Ladies,” she said, “when I unplug you, squat on those four dowels. Make sure you get them a good ways up your ass, since they’ll help hold you open until you can be stuffed, which isn’t going to happen right away. You’ll be glad of it, since it’ll be a few minutes and you don’t want to close up.”

With the plug out of her ass, Abbie obediently turned and settled her bottom onto her dowel. It wasn’t hard to get the tip in her bottom hole, since she was still open and relaxed from the plug. With a sigh muffled by her gag, she began to press her hips down the dowel, feeling the oily shaft slide easily up her butt. When she had as much of it up her ass as she thought she could, she relaxed there, squatting on the shaft, feeling like she had a telephone pole between her cheeks. A few squirms, and she was as comfortable as she could get, her legs spread by the squat and pussy nicely displayed to the professionally assessing eyes of the cook.

Abbie couldn’t help herself. She wondered what it would feel like when she was spitted and over the fire. She’d ridden two part spits in role play on an almost daily basis, and enjoyed the massive orgasms that provoked. It was like riding a skyrocket, over and over again. Maybe the bang would be bigger when it was for real. She hoped so. Belinda said it would. On the other hand, there were only three cooking pits and Lou had better thighs and a plumper pussy. Hopefully, the other three would get chosen and she’d be put away for another day, maybe back at Belinda’s ranch. A few more weeks walking around and eating somebody else would be nice.

Meanwhile, Carol was walking down the line of the four squatting women, removing the clit rings and meat grade tags to carefully assess the nicely displayed prime filets and plump spread thighs. “I think I know what I’m going to do,” she commented to Sharon. Pointing to Lou’s cunt, she said, “I’ll serve that one whole as a prime filet, since it’s so meaty and juicy. I think I’ll use the other three in a pussy and shellfish casserole. I’ve seen a really nice recipe on a cooking show. That looked like a great dish, and we’ll make enough for the primary guests.”

Patti said something around her gag in what sounded like cheerful tones. Curious, Sharon pulled the ball from Patti’s mouth. “I said,” she chirped brightly, “I saw the same show on the TV, and the casserole really looked delic… UMMPH!” Rolling her eyes, Sharon shoved the ball back in place. She noticed the other three girls on the menu were also rolling their eyes.

Carol looked around to see she had quite an audience. Maids, coeds, staff, and sundry muffins were all watching with great interest. It was a good thing the kitchen was a very large room, because it was positively packed with delectable nude women. Taking four small stainless bowls, Carol handed one to Ixinza, Rosa, and to two selected coeds. “Okay, girls,” she said, “I need some juice for the sauce. Pick out a woman, put the bowl under her pussy and start stroking.”

One redheaded coed walked behind the line, looking on fascinated as the four meat girls started squirming on their dowels and moaning and juicing under gentle stroking hands. “This is SO cool!” she said softly to Sharon. “I’ve never done it with a girl, or had anything that size up my ass, but they’ve got me really excited.”

Sharon smiled at her, gave an appraising heft to one of her breasts, then a quick look at her round firm rump. “We’ll fix both of those problems, honey. Just find me when they start cooking those four dippy broads.”

Everyone was gathered in the main banquet hall for the party, including the staff that wasn’t engaged in preparing the various side dishes to go with the Fearsome Foursome. Interestingly enough, Sharon noted, there were plenty of soft couches scattered around the dining tables and Martha had thoughtfully placed baskets of plug-ons and toys as table centerpieces. Rhona was obviously anticipating the way cooking four women at one time was going to hit everyone. The banquet room opened out to the verandah with a great view of the cooking pits and there were already low fires going. The fires were at role play level, just high enough to begin heating the meat, and they’d be built higher as the cooking progressed. Everyone wanted the cooking process to take a while, without causing more than minor discomfort so the spitted girls were still around for a while to enjoy the process. That would let the audience enjoy the process, too.

Belinda was sitting at the dining table examining the menu card at her place. “I quite like the way they’ve done the menu,” she commented, “putting the four girls’ names at the top as features, then listing the variety of cuts and dishes below. I particularly want to try the pussy casserole, dearest. Would you like Lou’s prime fillet?”

Sharon read her own menu for a few moments before replying. “I believe I would. I’d also like a small steak from one of her buttocks. That’s some really nice tender meat, there… Look, Belinda, here they come.”

The platform on which the four women were squatting proved to have casters on its legs. Instead of moving dinner individually, Carol and her girls had simply left them squatting on their dowels and moved the whole scene to the banquet room. As they were pushed into place, everyone applauded, which, for some reason, didn’t seem to cheer Abbie & Co.

While still squatting on their dowels, Abbie and Lou had their breasts bound together so the wouldn’t flop. All four had their hair bound up so as to protect it from the fire. Then Abbie and Lou were assisted off their dowels and put on individual tables on their bellies with rolled cushions under their hips. Edie and Patti looked slightly relieved not to be given individual treatment, but relief wasn’t to last. They were put on the another table on elbows and knees. “Those two will go on a double role play spit,” Belinda said. “It seemed the best way to cook two girls on the same pit.”

With the meat properly positioned, Carol started with Abbie. Spreading her buttocks with one hand, she began to insert small peeled potatoes up her ass. Each insertion brought out a muffled gasp or moan from the individual being stuffed, adding to the enjoyment of the audience.

Edie and Patti were given the potato treatment next, with the same reaction, then made to lie down facing each other. A heavy spit with a U shaped projection half way down was placed between them. The U was tipped with vibrators, and the vibes were carefully inserted into the women’s cunts by gently pushing the spit up between them. Their legs waists and shoulders were tied together and their hands were tied tightly behind each other’s backs. This left them pressed closely together, the smooth naked flesh on the front of their bodies in full contact with each other. As it happened, this also forced them to tightly clench their hips around the vibes, forcing their full buttocks into prominence. Quite a nice display of succulent meat. As a final touch, their ball gags were replaced with small apples.

Lou was hand stuffed with Carol’s special rice and girl meat stuffing, flavored with pussy juice. Each handful was inserted, then tamped further in with - what else - a smooth thick dowel. Lou had a tendency to wriggle her ass and gasp as the thick shaft pushed into her butt, but Carol dealt with that distraction admirably. Before she knew it, Lou found her ass packed solid. Carol topped everything with a thick butt plug/electrostimulator, both to keep the stuffing in and to keep Lou excited. The other three got the same plug treatment.

The next stage, oiling all four with spiced cooking oil, ratcheted everyone’s feelings higher, including those of the four roasts. Lou couldn’t see because of her position, but the oily soft hands rubbing every intimate inch of her naked body, including up her open juicy cunt, caused her first minor orgasm. Moans and gasps from the other three proved she wasn’t alone in that reaction.

Abbie and Lou squirmed and moaned around their gags as the lower half of their spits were inserted up their cunts. They continued both occupations as the ball gags were replaced by the front half of the spits and they were tied down, promising quite a show once they got on the fire.

Once the spit magnetic fields were activated, locking Abbie and Lou into position as though the spits were solid, things got even more interesting. Everyone loved it when the various vibrators, stimulators embedded in the bottom half of the spits (and in Abbie and Lou’s tasty looking cunts), and butt stimulators were turned on. The trip from the tables to the spits was highlighted by much wriggling and squirming of succulent bare female flesh, accompanied by moans, groans, and other sounds. Even Belinda, as accustomed as she was to the reactions of women as they were cooked, was captivated by watching the four curvaceous naked women as they flexed and sounded off on their cooking spits.

Since Belinda, herself quite naked, was in a room full of curvaceous naked women (some of whom were beginning to squirm involuntarily as they watched the four begin to cook, not to mention make interesting little noises) this was saying something. Abbie, Lou, Patti, and Edie had achieved one of their main goals in life: they were the center of admiring attention for every woman in the room.

The maids, even knowing they were destined for the same fate, were starting to react to the sensuality of the situation. The coeds, wide eyed and breathing heavily, had their attention riveted to the four women on their spits. Even the female staff, all of whom had snuck looks at the four in the fattening pen out of guilty curiosity, found themselves getting turned on as they watched the women flex and moan in sexual excitement when they began to cook. The maids knew that they were sooner or later going the way of the cooking women, and were feeling sympathetic thrills. Others found themselves wondering what it was like, and the occasional unconscious stroking hand or slight squeeze of their own bodies told an observer what they were thinking.

Sharon, an observer, smiled as she watched the various women react. No denying it, Belinda and Carol knew how to cook a woman. Having the audience composed entirely of nude females simply added to the intense feelings. Everyone in the room could see Abbie and her friends as they began to rotate over the spit and enjoy the secret little dangerous thrill of knowing they could be on a rod just like them. Sharon had no desire to take a final ride on a spit, but even she could feel the tingle between her thighs. She slipped a finger down to sort of help things along.

Ixinza, Rosa and two volunteer coeds were acting as assistant cooks, salting and peppering the meat as the women rotated. Once the roasting women were properly covered with spices, the assistants picked up long handled basting brushes and began spreading additional oil on the already gleaming bodies. “I can’t help it,” Ixinza whispered to Rosa in Spanish. “I know they’re going to do this to me, but I’m excited. When mine orgasms, I’m ready to explode, too.”

Rosa just nodded as she trailed an oily brush from Lou’s breasts to her pussy. As Lou rotated over the fire, another stroke of the brush between her buttocks to the juncture of her thighs was rewarded by a flexing convulsion. There was a lot of glistening moisture at the juncture of Lou’s thighs that wasn’t basting oil.

Abbie was trying to concentrate on what was going on around her. That was hard to do when every sensation or stroke of a basting brush brought on an orgasm of monstrous proportions, but she wanted to smell the other three cooking. She could already smell the faint, sweet aroma of a cooking woman and knew it was her. The thought triggered another orgasmic convulsion and, when it was over, she knew the wonderful smells would only grow stronger. It felt as though there was a pole through her body, and she wanted nothing better than to flex against it. Every motion seemed to trigger another explosive wave of sensual sensation.

She was cooking. And she loved it.

Edie and Patti were fully into the wild world of erotic thrills and orgasms. This was far more intense than when they’d ridden role play spits. Each woman held the one across from her tightly, as though trying to pull her partner into her own body. Breasts mashed against breasts, thighs and hips against hips. The pole between them didn’t seem to exist. All that counted was the soft body in their arms, the buzzing in their cunts and the tingling in their asses. Sensations would build to an unbearable level in one, and she would clasp her partner tightly as she convulsed, setting off the same reaction in the other woman.

A barbecue fork lightly jabbed Patti’s buttock, moving the plump mound of meat out of the way so the cook could check the plug and stuffing. Spurred by the jab, Patti rammed her hips into Edie’s plump moist cunt mound, not to get away from the fork, but because she knew what it was and the idea set off another round of orgasmic reaction.

Lou, like Abbie, rode her spit alone and was deep into another world, a universe of sensation and thrills, punctuated by powerful orgasms. Stretched out over the fire and feeling the buzzing and tingling just like the other three, Lou could do nothing but strain against the pole ends in her cunt and mouth and the electronic shaft that felt like it was running between them. Each flex of her body boosted the sensations and drove her madly towards another huge orgasm. She could smell herself cooking, hear the sizzle of oil and pussy juice dripping off her body and onto the fire. The gentle tingle of the basting brush on her heated body was driving her insane. Her consciousness exploded into a whirlwind of color and sensation. All she could do was flex, and wriggle, and gasp, and moan.

Nobody knew which one of the four started the squealing, but all of them were soon at it. The music they made grew louder, pushing the intensely excited audience to a higher and higher level of sensuality. Belinda knew this reaction. “I love that sound,” she said shakily. “There is nothing like hearing a girl squealing on a spit.” She grabbed Martha and headed for a couch.

Sharon was up out of her seat by now. The redheaded coed she’d talked to in the kitchen was standing just a little way away, her legs slightly spread as she bit her lower lip and stroked herself, staring at the four squirming, wriggling, convulsing squealing women on the spit. Stepping quickly in front of the girl, Sharon grabbed her and kissed her, her hands firmly squeezing the coed’s buttocks. “Go lie down face first on that couch,” she said in shaky, breathless tones. “You asked for it, and you’re about to have a woman fuck your ass.”

After dinner was low lights, soft music, and dancing. Everyone needed the emotional cool down after the cooking and the orgy. Sharon and Belinda were dancing together, and Sharon was amused that the difference in their heights let her own substantial rack rest on top of Belinda’s fabulous breasts. As they held each other’s nude bodies and moved gently together to the music from the sound system, Sharon looked around and pleasantly noted that all restrictions were relaxed for just this special night. Maids, staff, coeds and muffins were mingling together and many couples were out on the dance floor.

“You know, Belinda,” Sharon said softly, “I think Ixinza and Rosa will work out well as muffins.”

“Oh, I quite agree, darling,” Belinda replied in relaxed tones. “I purchased their contracts from Rhona this morning. I got both of them on the couch before dinner, and told them about it after we’d finished. They seemed quite happy to be joining the spit muffins, I must say. Oh, and they’re both excellent sex partners, too.”

Sharon smirked. “I know all about that, Belinda. They’ll make a great addition to the milk herd. Taste great, too, once we get them in a muffin environment and let their meat quality improve.”

Belinda noticed Ixinza and Rosa to one side of the dance floor. Martha was dancing with Ixinza while one of the coeds was enjoying having Rosa’s exuberantly built body pressed to hers as they danced. “You know, dearest,” Belinda commented, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such breast and buttock development as Rosa’s got.”

Sharon chuckled. “The coeds call her T&A, for Tits and Ass. She certainly has plenty of both. She even answers to it.”

Belinda’s musical chuckle joined Sharon’s. Then she commented thoughtfully. “This was quite a nice vacation.”

Sharon nodded as she idly looked at Ixinza and Martha dancing. Two prime, firm, nude women pressed together as they danced slowly to the music. They were both ripe for the spit, but it would be a while before Ixinza was cooked. She was going to be fun to have around while she was in the milk herd. Martha was great, too, as long as you could shut her up. In all, a good pair. “You’re right, Belinda,” she answered.

Thinking about the Fearsome Foursome and the excitement of their cooking, their movements, sounds, aroma and taste - oh, the exquisite taste - Sharon commented, “We’ll have to do this again.”

Looking at Rosa’s bare buttocks grind against each other as she danced, Sharon added, “Soon.”