Belinda 12: Belinda's Babe Barbecue Cruise by Leo

Belinda’s Caribbean Babe Barbecue Cruise

by Leo

“You know, Belinda,” Sharon said, “this damn boat is almost a full sized cruise ship.”

“It’s not a cruise ship, dearest,” Belinda replied, “but it is the largest yacht I’ve ever been on. It has to be, with all of the women on this cruise.”

Dawn, as was her way, said nothing.

The three were walking down the companionway from their cabin following the racket that was drifting up from the galley on the next deck down. A girl was being prepared for tonight’s dinner. All three, just like every woman on this all female cruise, were nude. The ship’s crew were also women, and also nude, although they wore knotted scarves and cute little sailor’s caps to identify themselves as crew.

The yacht was chartered for what was billed as a “Babe Barbecue Cruise”. The guest list included some of the richest and most powerful female woman eaters in the world, of which Belinda was near the top. Each attending power female was also supposed to bring at least one girl for rations on the trip, so the boat was rather crowded with delectable nude women. In the course of things, everyone expected the crowd to thin out some as various meat girls were cooked to feed everyone else. Rather than thin the herd at her ranch, Belinda had brought cold cuts for the first day’s buffet, a quite tasty brunette.

Belinda, like several others, had brought several non-meat guests, to wit: Sharon and Dawn. Sharon was her close companion, having survived a time when it was generally supposed she was going to be the menu for Belinda’s next family reunion. The other woman, Dawn, was one of Belinda’s resident spit muffins from the milk herd at her home-based dairy and meat ranch.

Dawn wasn’t considered munchies for this trip, but more of a pet. The twenty something’s short, slightly plump, and highly curvaceous body was simply a pleasure to stroke and pet, something that gave Dawn huge pleasure. Dawn was also very pleasant to cuddle and calming to have close by, sort of like a less than five feet tall short haired platinum blonde tabby cat with great tits, a wonderfully round ass, and a rather thick sheath of meat on her body that promised delectable ribs and juicy thigh steaks one fine day. Until then, Belinda kept her around because she was enjoyable and relaxing to fondle.

Sharon occasionally wondered about Dawn’s past, since she’d apparently had a rough time of it until she decided to chuck it all and enjoy a spit muffin’s unbridled licentiousness culminating in the Final Big Blast when she was cooked. Dawn certainly calmly accepted her role as the ranch pet and appeared to enjoy the affectionate stroking she got from everybody. Sharon never wondered long, however. The motivations of a woman that decided to become meat on the table were beyond her. Sharon just enjoyed a good dinner, and spit muffins were superb in that role.

Just to make things complete, Sharon and Belinda need describing if you don’t already know them.

First, Belinda. She was slightly over five feet tall, fortyish, with the sort of perfect skin and toned , spectacular figure that glamor photographers would kill to get in front of a camera and other women would become serial killers to have. Her short blonde hair was cut just to the top of her neck and was quite legitimate, thank you. The evidence was on display whenever she was nude, since she was the only woman at her ranch/opulent Miami mansion with pubic hair. She was also indecently rich, had a slightly off-center personality, and was a superb hunter of women. Sharon regarded her as very much a mixed package. On the one hand, Belinda was mouthwateringly sexual, and on the other hand… well, she frequently drove Sharon nuts. Everything balanced out.

Oh yeah, Belinda had one major principle. She only ate volunteers such as her spit muffins ( a constantly replenished group of around ten women that had decided to drop out of life and enjoy an existence of wild sensuality until they could realize their ultimate fantasy of becoming dinner… nobody ever said they were all there in the head), or bitches, the more bitchy the better. Belinda regarded herself as doing a service for the human race when she caught and cooked one. Besides, bitches were easier to make disappear.

Sharon was a big woman, a few inches under six feet, with a perfectly toned 38D-28-38 figure kept that way with frequent exercise. Her long auburn hair had to be taken on faith as legitimate, since she’d long ago been permanently defurred back when Belinda was still considering her as a meal. That was never really much of a danger, since Belinda recognized Sharon added stability to her personality, hence the fact that she was now Belinda’s permanent companion.

Got all that? OK, now back to the story. As has been said way back, they were headed to the boat’s galley to check on tonight’s dinner.

Tonight’s dinner was rather loud, with various protests, screams, squeals, moans, gasps, etc. ringing off the walls. The tableau in the galley was quite interesting. There was a plump, slightly coarse-featured faux blonde on her knees and shoulders on the cooking island with her wrists and ankles shackled together by a steel spreader bar that kept her legs separated by about two feet and exposed her pussy and bottom hole. The cook was making use of the aforesaid vulnerability by stuffing the oiled and seasoned blonde’s pussy. The stuffing, by the way, was what was bringing the gasps and moans.

“Hi, Belinda,” the cook said as the three arrived.

“Hello, Irene, dear,” Belinda replied pleasantly. “I’m sure you know Sharon, and this is Dawn, one of my girls.”

Irene, a classically featured slender blonde with a dancer’s musculature and grace displayed by her nude body, nodded hello to Sharon and Dawn. She also gave Dawn’s tasty looking body a quick eyeballing, but left it at that. On this cruise, the accepted rule was that meat girls were so marked by having the letter M written on their upper arms in permanent marker. Dawn’s upper arms, while nicely meaty, weren’t marked.

“Who is this, dear?” Belinda asked Irene.

“A girl Janice bought from the prison system,” Irene replied with a glance at the highly verbal subject’s plump naked body. “She’s normally under restraint, so we decided she’d be our first dinner. I’m going to oven roast her since the galley isn’t really set up for femme d’cusine right now. We’ll be able to do a spit roast and the rest of the normal cooking methods by tomorrow.”

Studying the blonde, Sharon remarked, “Looks like her bottom hole is rather tight. Going to stuff her there too?”

Irene nodded. She started to answer, but a voice behind Sharon interrupted. “That’s my job.”

Sharon turned to see a beautiful naked brunette with a long flowing mane of dark hair, a swimsuit model’s smoothly shaped body, and a plug-on in her hand. The plug-on had the same shaft as a strap-on and served the same purpose, but was worn differently. Instead of unsightly straps, the plug-on was secured to the wearer’s body by a long curved and padded spring that went between the wearer’s legs. There were two plugs sticking up from the inside of the curve that went into the wearer’s pussy and ass so both women in the exercise could get off, instead of just the woman taking the long shaft in one of several locations.

It was Brooke. Sharon smiled a knowing smile, well aware that Brooke had a thing for a woman’s ass. She was always ready when a female butt needed plugging. Or opening in this case.

Brooke slipped the plug-on between her legs and gently slid the plugs into her ready apertures. Meanwhile, Irene had moved a step stool up behind the blonde to give Brooke easy access. Brooke mounted the stool and placed the tip of the plug-on’s oiled shaft right onto the blonde’s tightly clenched bottom hole, grabbed the woman’s soft round flanks, and shoved hard with her hips. The blonde’s eyes flew widely open and her mouth gaped in a strangled gasp. Then followed an announcement of her thoughts by the blonde. To wit: “WAAAAAAAH!!!!!”

Shortly, the blonde’s yells turned to squeals, indicating that she was now beginning to get off on a brand new experience. Sharon studied Brooke’s technique with interest, since a number of her bed partners enjoyed that particular variation. Dawn was also interested, imagining herself in the blonde’s place. She moved closer to Sharon and, in a move characteristic of her, pressed her nude body gently against Sharon’s bare flesh as she watched the ongoing butt fucking with fascination. Sharon decided she liked both the sensation of Dawn’s soft torso pressed on hers and the blonde’s show.

Once the blonde’s squeals turned to heavy gasps and grunts, then the loud moan of a major orgasm, Belinda remarked, “Looks like things are going well here. Nicely done game of Stuff the Roast. One of your favorites, isn’t it, Dawn? Ladies, let’s see about the buffet, then we can relax until dinner. The evening meal looks quite delicious as well as satisfied.”

Judging by the stunned ox expression on the blonde’s face. Sharon had to agree.

As they started to leave, Irene spoke up. “Belinda,” she said, “I want to thank you for furnishing the milk for the cruise. Ahhh…” A look, here at both Sharon’s and Dawn’s economy sized milk jugs. “Is it too much to ask if we can get some fresh cream for the morning coffee?”

Belinda looked interested, then glanced at Sharon and Dawn. Sharon replied for both. Dawn would go ahead with anything she or Belinda approved, anyhow. “Sure, we’ve got to be milked in the morning anyhow. Good to know it’s going to good use.”

Irene smiled, nodded, and went back to finish stuffing the limp blonde before she was put in the oven.

Walking up to the main lounge, Sharon was mildly amused at watching the body language on the various meat girls they encountered. They all had an air of slight unease, sort of like sheep at a wolf convention. They weren’t really trying to avoid anyone, but they tended to shy slightly from a woman without an M on their arms. A lot of them didn’t look too bright, either. Interestingly, a number of the meat girls weren’t of the full bodied type. There were several Miami-type hardbodies on the menu. Hm. Tastes differed, Sharon supposed.

In the buffet line, Sharon found herself behind one of the meat girls, a faux blonde in her twenties with hips, buttocks and thighs running to heavy flesh. Sharon, while not especially a connoisseur of the female ass like Brooke, appreciated a good one. She tended to grade female buttocks by how much they made her want to reach for a carving knife and fork. This broad’s seat cushions were definitely in the “cook now” category. Sharon wondered what her brain power was like.

She found out shortly.

“What’s this meat?” the faux blonde asked aloud, looking askance at the food layout.

“Not what, dear,” Belinda answered from behind Sharon in the line. “The proper question is who. Amilie provided the cold cuts, and I have to say she’s excellent. Now go ahead and put a few slices on your bun with some mayonnaise and go enjoy lunch.”

For a brief marvelous second, the blonde looked over her shoulder, trying to see her own ass, then understood which buns Belinda meant. “Oh, you’re talking about the bread.” She did as she was told, with an expression that said she really wasn’t sure about what she was doing.

Einstein’s reputation was in no danger from this one.

With idle curiosity, fueled by the notion that nobody could be that dumb without being considered a rock, Sharon asked the blonde, “I know I’ll regret asking this question, but how did you end up here, anyway.?”

The blonde smiled brightly, pleased that Sharon was talking to her. “Oh, Paula had me over for a photo shoot, then said she wanted to eat my pussy. I said okay, and even signed the release she said she needed, then I found out she meant she was going to really eat my pussy. It was all legal, I guess, ‘cause the papers say so, so I figure I have to go along with it. Besides, the whole thing is kind of interesting, except that Paula says I can’t have anything but pot or wine to get high on because she wants my meat to be good quality. Is this really girl meat? I’ve never had any, I think.”

Sharon decided she did regret asking the question. “It is girl meat, and you’ll enjoy it.”

Looking around, Sharon pointed to a table where all the girls were wearing M’s on their shoulders. “Why don’t you go over there and sit with them? You all have something in common.”

Big wide eyes blazing with the high grade intelligence of a turkey focused on Sharon for a moment, then the head holding the eyes nodded. “We do? Okay, I’ll do that.”

Belinda and Sharon watched the blonde jiggle over to the table. “You know, dearest,” Belinda said, “that girl would make an excellent feature for a banquet, but I don’t think I’d ever grab her. I really don’t like cooking someone that’s too innocent to know what she’s gotten into.”

“Belinda,” Sharon snorted, “I don’t think that one knows what she’s getting into from the time she awakens with a blank mind in the morning. I wonder who Paula is, anyhow.”

“Someone I don’t like,” Belinda said calmly.

Given Belinda’s way of handling women she didn’t like, Sharon thought, this trip could get interesting.

Meanwhile, down in the galley, tonight’s dinner found herself crouched on a platter in the big oven. Her wrists were tied together, ankles tied together, and her elbows were bound to her knees. In other words, she couldn’t move from her position except to wriggle, which she was doing. She felt like her body was jammed full of stuffing, packed into her ass and pussy. Of course, the vibrating plugs that kept the stuffing in offered some compensation. The temperature was gradually working its way higher, but not fast enough to become overly painful before delirium and heat stroke took her. Among other good reasons for that, Irene wanted the woman to enjoy a large number of orgasms to help flavor things and marinate the stuffing. It also increased the amount of tasty liquid Irene used to baste the meat.

The blonde was heartily participating in the program. After her first panicky reaction once the oven door closed, she realized she was fated for the dinner table and might as well enjoy the ride along the way. Between brain blasting orgasms, she could smell the wonderful aroma of something cooking. It was her. That thought only increased the steady drip of girl juice from her leaking pussy into the catch pan. She moaned again past the apple stuck in her mouth, then decided to concentrate on the buzzing inside her until things started to get hazy.

Later at dinner in the yacht’s huge dining salon, the blonde proved quite juicy and tasty. Sharon noticed the meat girls, while still uneasy, were eating with an appetite. They appeared to be taking the attitude that the future might be risky, but a good meal was on the table tonight. And it was a good meal, too. Irene was an excellent cook.

After dinner, there was soft music and slow dancing in the main lounge. Sharon and Belinda danced a few dances, nude bodies lightly touching. When it occurred to Sharon to think about it, she was a bit amused that the difference in their heights meant her sizable breasts were resting atop Belinda’s also quite respectable rack. On the other hand, Belinda was leading most of the time.

Both women circulated in the crowd, meeting the guests and enjoying some really fine wine, occasionally dancing with other partners. Sharon liked dancing with Dawn, her soft pleasant-feeling nakedness pressed to her own bare flesh. She began to get a few ideas about after hours recreation involving that same soft and pleasant Dawn. Looking around at other pairs of nude women swaying with their bare bodies pressed softly together as they danced, Sharon could guess that some others were getting the same idea about their dance partners.

Several hours later, Belinda and Sharon were in a golden glow of relaxation, enjoying a clear Caribbean star filled night. They were sitting together in companionable silence, just their bare hips and thighs touching, on one of the rear lounging deck’s couches. Stretched belly down across their laps in her favorite position was Dawn, her hips and upper thighs stretched across their laps. Occasionally, one woman or the other would reach down and softly stroke a portion of naked thigh or buttock, the way one would absently pet a cat.

“You know, Belinda,” Sharon said softly, “I could get used to this. Too bad life doesn’t stay this way.”

Belinda’s laugh was like a tinkling bell. “Oh, dearest, then you’d miss all the fun. Besides, you’d miss the girls back home.”

“Those nut cases!” Sharon’s snort was actually quite low. She was in a very mellow mood. “Still, the muffins keep things lively.”

Sharon noticed a group of women over by the rail, scowled and nodded with her head. “I’m not too sure I like that, though.”

Belinda looked where Sharon was indicating. A taught bodied brunette was holding one end of a chain leash. The other end was affixed to the collar of a blonde on all fours behind her like a dog. Belinda laughed again. “Oh, that isn’t what you think, dearest.”

“Huh?”

“That’s Mailene and Randi. They’re actually close friends enjoying the cruise together. They’re both submissives.”

“Again, huh?”

“They actually both want to wear the leash, but someone has to do the leading around. They flip a coin every morning and the loser has to lead the other one around like a pet dog all day. They actually do some quite amusing things to each other.”

Knowing what Belinda considered “amusing”, Sharon decided her imagination wasn’t up to the picture. Instead, she gently grabbed a handful of nicely presented Dawn buttock and shook it slightly. The she began to knead and squeeze the plump meat. Dawn softly moaned in appreciation. “I think I’ll leave that pair to their idea of fun. I’ve got something else on my mind.”

“So do I dearest,” Belinda said with a smile. “I’m meeting several of the other girls in a few hours.”

“Several?”

“Well, three or four. Possibly a few more. Who knows? But we have a while yet to enjoy this perfect evening, don’t you think?”

Their arms rested companionably on each other’s shoulders as their heads nestled together, just watching the sea and stars. Dawn pillowed her head on her crossed arms and gave a quiet, contented sigh.

Milking Sharon and Dawn the next morning was done on the largest of the yacht’s lounging decks because everyone wanted to watch. Then everyone wanted a little cream in her coffee, including those that didn’t normally drink coffee.

It was a good thing she and Dawn were champion producers, Sharon thought to herself as she relaxed on the main lounge deck. You’d think most of those broads hadn’t seen a woman milked before. She chuckled quietly as she thought of the expression some of the women were wearing as they looked down at their own breasts

Today looked to be a good day. The weather and sea were wonderful, and there was a live spitroasting scheduled for this afternoon. Sharon loved spitroastings. To her, there was nothing so beautiful and erotic as a a good looking woman squirming around a pole over the fire. That said something about her weird quirks, but she didn’t care. She liked watching a woman barbecue and that was that.

There was an electric barbecue pit set up in the middle of the big lounging deck, ready for use, and Sharon looked on with amusement as the various meat girls came by to look it over with varying expressions of interest and nervousness. Take that pair, for instance. The not-to-bright faux blonde from yesterday afternoon was there, with another bottle blonde in her twenties, and they were looking over the setup with awe, grabbing the spit to see how thick it was and discussing the whole concept. Given her experience yesterday and the original blonde’s high chirpy voice, that was a conversation Sharon had no desire to hear. It might strain the forebrain of anyone with normal intelligence.

Sharon closed her eyes and laid back on the sun lounger. Ah, peace.

“Excuse me.” Peace no more.

Sharon opened her eyes with a slightly unfriendly expression to behold the two bottle blonde geniuses. “What?”

Deep breath. “I remember talking to you yesterday and you seemed nice enough to answer my questions and you know all about this sort of thing and we were looking at that big long thick pole they shove through you and we saw how thick it was and we both thought it was kind of an ouchee and then we said our pussies could take it but what about if they decided to put it in our ass and then we decided our asses were too tight and well…”

Sharon closed her eyes and tried to lay back and ignore the flow of words, painful as that voice was.

“Would you help us open up our asses in case one of us gets chosen today for cooking?”

Sharon’s eyes snapped open.

Both girls had turned to present their asses for examination. The first blonde’s butt was, as has been noted, very meaty, while still smoothly fleshed. The second one was more firm, but just as large, smooth and round. On Sharon’s “reach for the carving knife and fork” scale, both asses were in the “salt and pepper immediately” category. Sharon stuck a thumb into the deep crease between a pair of very plump buttocks and pulled the meat aside to expose the little bottom hole. Then she smiled benignly. “Oh, I think I can help you open up and begin getting into condition.”

Both faux blondes grinned with delight. “I have just the equipment in my bedroom,” Sharon continued. “Follow me down there and we’ll get started right away?”

Down in her sleeping compartment, part of Belinda’s suite, Sharon started rummaging in a drawer. “Why don’t you two get started while I get everything out. Just stroke each other’s pussy until I’m ready.”

Obediently, the two girls turned to each other and did just that, including a little kissing and other flourishes for good measure. Sharon dug out her plug-on, oiled the two plugs and slipped them into her ass and pussy , then oiled the thick shaft to make it easier for the intended bottom penetration.

By this time, both girls were really into the spirit of things and getting quite noisily amorous. Sharon said, “That’s great, girls. Ought to slide right in. Just go lay down together face down on the bed.”

The girls did just that, lying closely together so their hips were pressing tightly and holding hands while they kissed. Sharon straddled the first blonde’s bare thighs and leaned forward, sinking the tip of the shaft into the deep crease between the two large mounds of bottom meat. A short push, a slight gasp and something about a telephone pole from the recipient, then pump. It was the girl’s first major butt fuck, and she went wild.

When the time came (pun intended) for the second one, the two girls turned on their sides and hugged each other tightly, kissing deeply. Sharon shrugged, lay on her side behind the second girl, inserted the shaft up her ass, started pumping, and held on. Another wild, noisy, and quite satisfying ride.

It was a pleasantly relaxed Sharon that returned to the main lounge deck. The two girls were still in the suite, which was fine with her. Fewer distractions.

As she left the stairs and walked onto the main lounging deck, she nearly bumped into Vivian. Not that bouncing off Vivian was a problem. About Sharon’s height, Vivian was a bit heavier, with none of it flab. She was simply a good bit more cushiony. Fun to wiggle around on, and a woman to arouse all sort of erotic and culinary fantasies. “Hi, Vivian,” Sharon said. “Forgot you were on this trip.”

“Sharon!” Vivian replied happily. The two were good friends and occasionally shared a bed or a pool lounger, inspiring erotic urges in all within view. Come to think of it, the two inspired those selfsame urges just by standing together and breathing. The hugged tightly. “Glad you showed up. They’re just about to spit Shari.”

Looking interestedly at the preparation area, Sharon saw Irene happily oiling down a girl with short brown hair and highly acceptable curves, if not quite as full bodied as Sharon preferred to see on a spit. The girl’s arms were bound behind her and a strap was tightened around her mid-thighs. Irene ran her hand in just below the girl’s round smooth buttocks, making sure to oil her pussy and ass properly, externally and internally. “She looks nice,” Sharon commented. “Whose is she?”

“Mine,” Vivian replied. “Usual story. Burnt out party girl. Wanted to try the Ultimate Fuck, so I was obliging. She’s really hot for this, let me tell you. Kept me up and busy most of last night and didn’t want to quit having sex until I had to get her ready. Look at her, she’s popping off just at being oiled up.”

True. Shari appeared to be in a constant state of low grade orgasm, occasionally peaking as she stared at the barbecue apparatus on the deck, or when oily hands hit a sensitive spot. She was so hot for the spit, she reminded Sharon of one of Belinda’s spit muffins.

Shari was secured to a spit jig, a padded sawhorse like affair, with her wrists shackled to the base of the front two legs and her ankles cuffed to the back two. This left her open and at the right angle for spit penetration. Irene and several eager volunteers lifted the nine foot long carbon fiber spit and inserted the pointed end into Shari’s vagina, pushing it back and forth inside her until she had another massive orgasm. When her pussy clenched the pole, the cook and her helpers smoothly pushed it through Shari and cleanly out of her mouth. Shari’s arms were quickly tied to her sides and her legs tied along the spit with cooking twine. It was only a moment’s work to transfer the spitted girl to the rotisserie over the already heated coils. The mechanism was turned on and Shari began to rotate.

It was obvious she was also having the ride of her life. She was constantly squirming, wriggling and convulsing with orgasm as she turned. As Irene began to baste her with flavored oil, Shari reacted, muscles and body twitching as much as the spit through her body would let her. Shari was quickly headed into another world, full of sensation, heat and climax, over and over again.

“Wow! She’s putting on a hell of a show,” Sharon breathed. Vivian nodded, fascinated at the girl’s movements.

The rest of the guests and all of the crew available were also on deck watching. Even the meat girls were there, including Sharon’s two earlier bed partners, walking a bit bowlegged. It quickly became obvious that everyone was getting revved up watching. If Shari wanted to go out as the center of attraction, she was certainly doing a good job.

Watching Shari’s buttocks clench, then stomach ripple as she rotated and orgasmed, Vivian commented, “I’ll stand this as long as she’s with us, then I need to work it off. You game?”

Equally fascinated, Sharon nodded, then pointed to a vacant lounger. “I figure I can make it just about that far before I grab you. It looks to have a good view, too. Want to go sit down?”

Both women hurried to the lounger and sat together, nude hips pressed tightly together and each woman with a hand lightly stroking the other’s pussy. When Shari slowly stopped her movement and Irene increased the heat to really start her cooking, the wonderful aroma of a roasting girl wafted over the two women and they grabbed each other and fell back into the lounger. Everyone else was pretty much engaged in the same thing.

It wasn’t until later, as Shari was being placed on the carving table, that things got a little interesting. Sharon was watching Irene remove the spit when she noticed. Shari’s beautiful golden brown body arrayed was on her belly in a nest of veggies and garnish and, nearby, Belinda was talking to two women. Sharon was distracted for a moment, thinking both of the women had perfect bodies for roasting - medium sized breasts, full smooth buttocks, and nice meaty thighs. Then she noticed the body language. You had to know Belinda well to read her, but it was obvious to Sharon (who knew Belinda’s body VERY well) that Belinda was pissed off.

Hm, maybe she might just better drift over. Belinda could probably handle both of them, but she might like to get in a few licks too, especially if the other two were as bitchy as they seemed.

Sharon seldom bashed anybody, but she didn’t mind doing it if the recipient was a deserving soul.

The dark haired one had a beautiful heart shaped face to go with her cover girl figure. Until you saw the hard look in the eyes with the heavy mascara, that is. “This spitting was far to gentle,” she was saying. “I so enjoy the screams and blood when you just shove it up her. Or possibly cutting the sow for some sushi.” Her tone said she’d do that to Belinda with relish.

“Paula, love,” Belinda replied in sweet tones that basically said she’d roast this bitch’s ass one day, “you miss so many wonderful things with cruelty. The meat tastes so much better from a sexually excited girl. Besides, we’re going to eat her, and that’s enough of a sacrifice on her part. If you make the process enjoyable, everyone gains, the dinner and the diner.”

The second bitch had an arrogant, scornful expression and a way of looking at everyone down her nose. “Who cares what these cows feel?! They’re useless anyhow, good just for food. The underclass doesn’t feel pain. They’re too stupid. Toss them on a red hot grill and watch them flop. It’s fun.”

“Oh, Alica, I heartily disagree. I respect all of my girls and appreciate them as persons, even the freerange bitches I occasionally catch.”

“Humph.” Paula’s eyes shown with an evil light. “I assume you’ll be hunting when we get to the island.”

“Oh, yes, love,” Belinda replied with a bright smile. “Wouldn’t miss the fun for all the world.”

Alicia replied ominously. “Well, we’re hunting too. Perhaps we’ll meet each other.”

Belinda cheerily took up the challenge. “I’m certain we will. I’m sure we’ll all be looking for each other.”

The two bitches stalked off, and Sharon watched their bouncy buttocks as she savored an interesting emotion - hate at first sight. Turning to Belinda she said, “Okay, Belinda, I got the challenge part, now what about this island and what hunt?”

Also watching the departing pair, Belinda replied, “Oh, it’s a part of the cruise, dearest. Tomorrow, we dock at a small deserted island for a beach cookout. Once we get there, we’ll have a hunt to see who’s on the menu. The meat girls will be released into the brush, and anyone that wants to will be able to hunt them. Of course, once on the hunt, anyone’s fair game. Adds spice to the sport.”

She turned to Sharon with a lazy predator’s smile. “That should be quite interesting, don’t you think?”

Sharon returned the smile with a grim one of her own. “Oh, very.”

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The island was a beautiful little piece of tropical land in the middle of a gorgeously blue ocean, with a pristine beach and heavy - but not thick - growth inland. The crowd milling around on the beach was interesting, basically women in a variety of categories wearing sunscreen, tennis shoes, and nothing else. The hunters and the prey were both wearing tennis shoes, in deference to the inland vegetation, but there were differences. The hunters were casual, simply waiting for the signal. The prey, A.K.A. the meat girls, wore nervous looks, with the exception of several that seemed to be enjoying themselves. Sharon judged the latter girls certifiable.

Joining in for the festivities were the girls that had crewed the yacht, here for the beach, the fun, and the barbecue. Other guests really weren’t hunters. Sharon and Dawn fell into the latter category. Paula strolled by, wearing a belt with a policeman’s nightstick and a knife on it, and gave both women the intense eyeball. Sharon returned it with interest.

Paula dropped her eyes, then turned to Dawn. “My, you tasty thing, you really ought to be running. I can just imagine these as lunch cuts…” She put out a hand to grab one of Dawn’s breasts.

The hand stopped in mid air. The reason it stopped is that Sharon had Paula’s wrist in a rock hard grip, one that promised a world of pain if Paula got funny. She looked at Sharon. “Okay, I’ll leave your little darling alone. No need to get rough. Can I have my hand back?”

“This time,” Sharon growled. “Next time I might not be so mellow.”

“I’ll come looking for you when I get Belinda,” Paula snarled.

“If you’re right out of luck, you’ll find us,” Sharon replied with a far more impressive growl in her voice. Paula suddenly thought of something she had to do somewhere else.

“I see Paula came by to say hello, dearest,” Belinda chimed with a bit of laughter in her voice as she walked up.

“And left,” Sharon snapped, still peeved. Looking over the group of prey, Sharon spied the two not-too-bright blondes. “You know, I’m going to hate seeing that pair dragged in and spitted. Too easy to catch. They’d be great cooking, but it doesn’t seem right somehow.”

Belinda looked at the two bottle blondes. “They ARE delicious, aren’t they? However, my love, I agree with you. Total innocents. Don’t worry, they actually have an excellent chance, as do most of the runners.”

“How so?”

“Well, the majority of the guests aren’t hunters. Vivian certainly isn’t. She’s already on a beach towel. Mailene and Randi obviously don’t hunt, either.”

Sharon noticed the pair, off talking to some others. The blonde was holding the leash today, with Mailene wearing the collar. She wasn’t on all fours at the moment, but Sharon was sure the woman would be playing doggie before long. Sharon snorted. Maybe the spit muffins weren’t as screwball as she thought.

“Ladies,” the soprano voice of the yacht’s captain came over the speaker system, “if you need one, there’s sports bras available. No need to flop while you’re chasing someone, or running from someone else. Get them now. Starting gun for the runners is in five minutes. Hunters will go half an hour after that.”

Belinda headed over to get her bra. With her superstructure, she needed it. Sharon and Dawn, equally well - if not more - stacked but not into the day’s games, headed over to a beach blanket. “We’ll wait from here,” Sharon said to Dawn.

As Dawn settled comfortably next to Sharon, she made one of her rare comments. “I’m worried, Sharon. Those two - Paula and Alicia - might do something to Belinda.”

Sharon hid her own nervousness as she patted Dawn’s bare thigh comfortingly. “Don’t worry, honey,” she said absently as she looked again at the group of hunters. “Belinda’s not the one with the problem.”

Several hours later, the two faux blonde dimbulbs were crouched behind a screen of brush under the palms, nervously whispering their fears to each other in what they fondly thought were quiet tones. In utter silence two immaculately manicured feminine hands settled, one on a shoulder of each girl. “Ladies,” Belinda said quietly, “why don’t you just stand up and we’ll make this as easy as possible.”

As the girls meekly did as they were told, Belinda extracted two plastic handcuff ties from her little belt pack. A short way away, two hard eyes with far too much mascara were watching the whole scene. “It’s her,” Paula hissed as she turned to look at Alicia. “She’s got our girls, but we’ve got her.”

Paula turned to survey the scene, with immediate confusion the result. The two girls had their wrists bound, true, but not behind their backs. Belinda had positioned her catch so that both girls were pressed tightly together like they were hugging. Their hands were bound behind each others backs to insure they stayed that way, too. Belinda was nowhere in sight.

While Paula surveyed the scene, trying to make sense of the tableau, two feminine arms ending in immaculately manicured hands reached out of the bushes, reaching for the unwary Alicia. Paula turned around to make a further comment, but no conversation partner was present. “Alicia?” Paula hissed. “Where the hell did you go?”

Paula looked for a few seconds, then decided to continue alone, circling around behind the two bound brainless blondes and trying to detect where Belinda was. She surely couldn’t have gone far, not with her catch still there. Maybe Alicia was doing the same thing. They’d link up shortly, she was sure, then she’d give Alicia hell for walking off without telling her.

Belinda hadn’t gone far. She was back in the bushes with one strong hand covering Alicia’s mouth and Alicia’s knife pressed to the woman’s throat. “Now don’t make a move or a sound, love,” Belinda whispered at a level barely above the background rustle of the palms. “If I press this in, you’ll bleed out in just a minute or so and there’ll be no end of mess. We’d both really hate that.”

Alicia had to agree. She froze in place.

From their enforced standing hug, Dumb Blonde 1 (hereinafter termed DB1) saw the dreaded Paula stalking quietly through the brush not too far away. Since she was gagged (Belinda’s little belt bag of tricks held quite a bit of essential survival equipment), she couldn’t tell DB2. Umphing through the gag, squeezing her partner and tossing her head at the woman sneaking past was sure to be understood by anyone with the intelligence of a healthy hamster. DB2 didn’t get it.

The proverbial shoe was on the other foot a few seconds later when DB2 caught a glimpse in the bushes of pale skin and blonde hair, drifting along in total silence. Her attempt to alert DB1 was also so obvious as to be transparent to anyone at more than the survival-reflex level. DB1 didn’t get it either.

They saw part of the action, but the reader probably wants to know what went on, so here goes.

As has been said, Paula snuck along quietly all her attention to where Belinda was going to appear. Belinda, to the contrary, drifted a few feet behind her with a tad less noise than a very light breeze. Paula stopped and surveyed DBs 1&2 again, quietly snorting to herself in frustration. Still no hunter returning to her catch. Best find a good ambush place and grab Belinda when she trotted back, all unaware she was being stalked.

It took a few more steps, but Paula found an excellent spot behind a small cluster of palm trees. There was a tiny gap between the trunks where Paula could see the two bound naked women, shivering as they fearfully tried to look around them. Paula savored the sensation of watching their terror for a few moments, then decided to get ready. This would take patience. She slid her police nightstick out of its holder and put it where it would be easy to grab just before she leaped out and knocked Belinda senseless.

Same drill, of course. A perfectly manicured hand reached out in total silence and grasped the stick. CLUNK.

Belinda bustled out of the bushes as the two DBs stared at her, shivering and moaning in fear. “Now, ladies,” Belinda said firmly, “let’s have none of that. I tell you what, I have to transport two women back to the barbecue pits and one is really all I can carry. If I let you go free, will the two of you carry one while I take the other? The one I have may be concussed, so I really do need to take care with her.”

The DBs looked like a pair of wide eyed bobble head dolls in an earthquake.

Back on the beach, Sharon was watching the returning successful hunters with well hidden nervousness. Dawn was a little more openly worried, but she was leaning pressed against Sharon, and both women drew comfort and relaxation from the contact of soft bare flesh. Watching a grinning hunter return with a redheaded captive that didn’t seem too unhappy with her status, Dawn said, “I wonder how Belinda’s doing?”

Sharon replied absently as she continued to scan the edge of the beach near the brush, “I don’t know, honey, but I’m pretty sure she’s doing okay.”

Belinda was indeed doing okay. She came marching out onto the beach with a now groggy Paula over her shoulder, leading DB1 & DB2 with Alicia slung on a pole between them. She waved cheerily at Sharon and Dawn and led her entourage over to join them. “Hello dears, sorry I took so long. These bitches simply WOULD not cooperate. I had to catch these two girls and bait a trap before I could get them.”

Dumping Paula on the sand with no attempt at being gentle, Belinda turned to the DBs and told them, “Since I’ve captured your owners, ladies, they no longer have property, which means you’re free and not subject to being cooked during the remainder of this cruise. However, if you remain with me and do what I ask, I’ll make it my business to see that you’re set up wherever you want, once we get home. How is that for a deal?”

DB1 & DB2 placed Alica carefully on the sand and allowed as how that was a pretty good offer and they’d be happy to start right now if Belinda would let them and just keep them from being roasted. Belinda, unfortunately, couldn’t answer for the moment. Dawn had leaped up and grabbed her in a tight bear hug and Belinda was having a slight difficulty breathing.

Sharon was standing facing Belinda, smiling at the woman’s attempt to loosen Dawn’s grip. “It’s about time,” she commented with one of her rare affectionate smiles.

Several hours later, everyone, successful and unsuccessful, was back on the beach. The captives had been cleaned out, externally and internally, and the still hidden runners had been gathered in by a combination of announcements free return since the hunt was over and a drag line of volunteer guests. Everyone was present to watch Irene choose the three women for the beach barbecue.

The women caught during the hunt, including Paula and Alicia, were put in a line on the beach, most still bound and gagged from their capture. Irene started down the line, examining each girl critically, squeezing inner thighs, cupping plump bare pubic mounds, and grabbing buttocks to shake for meat content and tone. It was vital to such an examination, of course, to test stuffing ability fore and aft with a long finger, drawing the occasional tiptoe posture and yip from the woman being tested. Irene was having fun.

Needless to say, Paula and Alicia rated high in the “a real oven stuffing type ass” department. Also needless to say, they weren’t happy about it. “I’ve had my eye on these two,” Irene told Belinda, not mentioning that she’d also been eyeing Belinda and her two guests. It didn’t seem politic to mention that.

“They’re well worth the look, love,” Belinda replied. Then she put her index finger to her chin in her favorite thinking posture. “If we cook them, perhaps we ought to do them a favor and use their preferred methods. I believe Paula mentioned sushi. I believe Alicia likes her meat bloody before she cooks it, too.”

Paula and Alicia, already scared and worried, suddenly grew panicky. Both screamed behind their gags and shook their heads frantically. Smiling at the antics, Irene commented, “That would be nice, Belinda, but sushi and such methods are just so messy. I prefer more conventional methods of live roasting. Besides, they’ve got quite plump and juicy pussies and it would be a shame not to use that lovely, tasty juice.”

Paula and Alicia indeed were constantly leaking, due to intense sexual excitement. In fact, the juncture of the upper thighs on both women was glistening with juice. Belinda had taken the occasion earlier to administer some of her sexual enhancement hormones, and both women were not only scared, they were ready to fuck like minks.

Belinda decided it was time to stop teasing the two bitches and get down to business. Everyone was certainly ready for it. “Actually, dear Irene, I quite agree,” she said. “Those two are quite suited to a beach cookout, so I recommend you go ahead and spit them. Do you have another girl in mind to round out the barbecue?”

Irene nodded, pointing at a slightly plump girl in her late twenties with the usual bottle blonde hair. “Yes, I think she’d go nicely. Enough fat in her meat to make very good au jus.” The plump faux blonde seemed excited at the idea. Obviously, she wasn’t among those adverse to a trip to the kitchen, or the beach barbecue in this case. Tie up the faux blonde hair, and bind the equally false overlarge breasts, and the girl would be ready to go. The saline packs would be removed from her beasts after she was gone and before she really got started cooking.

No such bother was necessary with Paula and Alicia. They would both have to have their hair put up to prevent it catching fire, true, but their breasts were the medium sized type that required no extra bother before placing their owner over a cooking fire. Those were considered best on a whole roaster. When told this, neither women seemed thrilled.

After conferring, Irene and Belinda set three spitting jigs in offset line so that the girls on them could see the barbecue pits and the girl or girls in front of them. Belinda wanted Alicia to see the first girl being spitted and mounted on the barbecue, and Paula to see what happened to both, knowing she was next. Belinda wasn’t a physically vengeful women, but she really, really didn’t like absolute bitches like Paula.

Once all three were secured to the spitting jigs and ready for the pole, Belinda surveyed the exposed pussies and bottom holes with a critical eye. “Dearest,” she told Sharon, “the first girl has certainly been properly prepared. She’s quite ready for stuffing and the spit. Paula and Alicia are both very wet and open in the pussy, but, unfortunately, their bottom holes are quite tight. They’ll need some loosening up for stuffing. Would you mind helping me with the problem?” She took out a plug-on from her beach bag and handed it to Sharon by its long thick main shaft.

Both Alicia and Paula heard that remark and knew what was coming. Positioned as they were, straddling the spitting jigs lengthwise with their hands and feet secured, they were very vulnerable. The thought actually made both women a bit more sexually excited. They braced themselves and tried to think sphincter relaxing thoughts.

With the plug-on in place, both plugs secure in their respective holes, Sharon walked carefully up to Alicia’s exposed backside. After oiling the shaft, she oiled her finger and inserted it into Alicia’s ass, twisting it around to oil everything and loosen up the sphincter. As she did so, she paid careful attention to what was happening to the plump bottle blonde on the first jig.

Alicia did too, although it was hard with that finger working around in her ass. Knowing she was going the way of the blonde in a few minutes helped concentrate her mind, however. She was staring hard as Irene inserted the large nozzle of an oversized cake decorator full of stuffing into the blonde’s ass, and squeezed it hard to pack the soft mix into her. A bulbous vibrator was inserted to help keep the tasty mix in place, not to mention the blonde’s juices flowing.

Then Irene, with a little help, inserted point of the spit into the blonde’s pussy and began to move it back and forth in a fucking motion. As soon as they blonde climaxed, they were going to smoothly push the spit through her until she was totally mounted on the shaft.

Alicia was having other thoughts by this time. The full ten inches of the plug-on’s thick oily shaft were completely up her ass. She announced the fact to everyone with a large, “WAAAAAHHHOOOOAAAA!” The sound was muffled by the gag, but she made her point.

Behind her, Paula sounded off as Belinda also was making a point, seating her own plug-on up Paula’s butt. Far up Paula’s butt.

Sharon grabbed the woman’s waist and slapped her hips against the soft cushions of Alicia’s buttocks, pumping energetically until her noises turned to muffled gasps, groans, and the inevitable squeals as she orgasmed massively. Sharon rested on Alicia’s back for a moment, recovering from her own orgasm. She pulled out as Irene approached with the stuffing and grinned as Irene examined Alicia’s gaping bottom hole with approval.

Belinda and Paula had both also finished in a satisfying manner, and Belinda was standing relaxed behind Paula, the ten inch shaft of her plug-on still up the other woman’s full round ass. Paula looked like someone that was poleaxed. Belinda looked like someone wondering what to do next. There’s be a little while yet before it was Paula’s turn for stuffing, etc. In order to pass the time, Belinda decided to give Paula a second go around.

Paula was in a sexual haze, barely noticing the stuffing that was pumped into her ass. When the spit was inserted in her pussy, she climaxed again, and kept popping off in machine gun fashion as the pole slid through her. She concentrated on the vibrator in her ass as her arms were tied to her sides and her legs to the spit. When her spit was placed on the supports on either end of the barbecue pit, Paula found herself facing Alicia, looking into her eyes as the woman was turning over the low coals. In a way, it helped, and in another way it was supremely sexual, watching Alicia’s face as they both began to slowly cook.

The three on the spits had the whole group under their spell. The women, glistening with oil reflecting the light of the fire, appeared supremely erotic on their spits. One woman cooking could turn on a group, Sharon reflected. Watching three of them raised erotic excitement to unbearable heights.

Someone grasped her arm. It was her old friend, DB1. “I loved it when you helped me and Mary Kay get stretched out. Please do it again.” DB2, Mary Kay, was standing beyond the girl with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Feel free, dearest,” Belinda said from where she was standing nearby. She was cuddling Dawn. Both were looking horny as hell. “Dawn and I have plans.”

Sharon nodded at the two girls. “Okay. But we stay and watch until they’re gone first. We owe it to them, and they’re putting on a hell of a show.”

DB 1&2 nodded, fascinated eyes riveted to the women over the barbecue pits. Every few moments, one or the other convulsed in orgasm, her belly rippling as she squirmed on the spit running through her.

Sharon watched as the flesh of Alicia’s buttocks and thighs quivered each time she popped off. Sharon thought the sight was beautiful, an erotic sculpture in motion. Also appetizing. She wanted a steak from that plump succulent ass.

Paula looked at Alicia through a cloud of overwhelming sexual sensations as the woman rotated on the spit in front of hers. Now she was smelling a wonderfully familiar aroma; a woman beginning to cook. Then she realized the cooking woman she was smelling was her. The thought did nothing but send her skyward into the kaleidoscopic flashes of another orgasm. Paula knew she was drifting away, but didn’t care. Not even the pole running through her torso bothered her by this time. Only the next blast in her gut mattered. Ohhh… and here it came again. Nothing mattered anymore. She was meat. She smelled delicious. She was going to taste wonderful.

In point of fact, Paula did taste wonderful. Alicia did too. Sharon thoroughly enjoyed the steak from her left buttock. Since Belinda had captured both women, she got the prime filets, so she had Paula’s while Sharon got to truly enjoy Alicia’s pussy as well as her ass.

Speaking of asses, Sharon thought as she chewed a delightful piece of Alicia’s outer pussy lip, the question now before the court was what to do with the two dumbbell possessors of wonderfully cookable asses she’d just recently fucked to a fair the well. Mary Kay and Betty Sue (True! That was her name.) sat nearby, joining the group of Sharon, Belinda and Dawn. The girls had wonderful bodies for meat and saying they weren’t bright understated the matter by several orders of magnitude. In the normal course of things, that meant they’d be pussy platters as soon as someone properly summed up the matter. If they were just turned loose, they’d be back in trouble in no time.

Sharon just didn’t want that to happen. Not that she had any culinary objections to seeing those appetizingly plump round butts on a skewer, but the girls were basically sweet and innocent. Kind of like nice thirteen year olds (if that wasn’t a contradiction in terms) without the attitude. Harvesting them went a bit against Sharon’s grain. Better talk to Belinda about the problem.

Sharon didn’t get a chance until the night after departure from the island, at a formal dance in the main ballroom. Everybody was dolled up, with high heels, jewelry, make up and a dressy hairdo. Two things about “dressing up” amused Sharon. First, the sight of so many nude women done up for a ball was actually rather erotic. The second was Belinda’s obvious surprise at the fact that Sharon actually had a pair of stiletto high heels, much less that she was quite adept at wearing them.

Belinda, of course, had her own high heels and the combination of those, her usual five figure array of diamonds, and her exuberantly nude body was positively stunning. Sharon matched her with a string of pearls, pearl earrings, her own killer high heels, and an upswept hairdo that gave her a formal eroticism that drew looks of promise from Belinda and appreciation from many others. There was going to be a long night for both of them after the ball.

They joined other nude couples on the dance floor, dancing to the slow seductive music. “This is wonderful, Belinda,” Sharon said softly. “This trip was a great idea.”

“Yes, dearest,” Belinda replied softly, “I’m enjoying it too. But you’re thinking about something, I can tell.”

Sharon nodded, not even bothering to politely deny her thoughts. “It’s those two girls you freed. You know they won’t stay that way.”

Belinda glanced at DB 1&2, otherwise known as Mary Kay and Betty Sue, chatting with some of the meat girls at the side of the room. “I know that, dearest, and I’ve given the matter some thought. We really don’t need anyone else to help keep the ranch. Rosa and Ixinza are doing a wonderful job there, and the temptation would be too great for those girls to not want to become spit muffins sooner or later. I’d turn them down, of course. I just don’t think they’re intelligent enough to make that decision and it would hurt them terribly when I did so.

“Satellite phones are wonderful things,” she continued. “I used one to talk to Lorna Paten, the president of the Society of Lilith, and she agreed to take them on as permanent staff for the Society’s private island. Staff girls help maintain the place and are never cooked, so they’d be secure for a while.”

Glancing again at Betty Sue, Belinda said, “That girl has wonderfully plump thighs and a nicely rounded meaty ass, dearest, but if she keeps on the way she’s going, she’ll be waddling in a few more years. That would be a shame, so Lorna and I will make sure the two participate in an exercise regimen as well as getting some education. When the time comes, I’ll set them up some place other than Miami where they won’t be so likely to become meat if left on their own. I have friends on the Gulf Coast.”

Sharon nodded judiciously. “Sounds like a plan, Belinda. Those two should thank their lucky stars you were on this cruise. I’ve said it before, but you had a great idea here. This is really enjoyable.”

Belinda gave one of her tinkling laughs. “Oh, I didn’t come on this cruise just for the enjoyable time, wonderful though it is, dearest. The remainder of Paula’s and Alicia’s meat is coming home with us, you know. I’ve known them for years, and I intend to enjoy every morsel. You see, I signed us up when I heard they were going to be guests.”

Belinda’s predatory smile wasn’t at all pleasant. “I had a little plan. And it worked to perfection.”