Belinda 13: Belinda and the Masochistic Roast

Belinda and the Masochistic Roast by Leo

Sharon stretched her gloriously nude, tall, 38D-28-38 nicely toned frame and contemplated the prospect of a very pleasant day here at Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy. The muffins were going to bring out Mavis in a little bit to grill on the outdoor barbecue. Grilling wasn’t Sharon’s favorite way of cooking a woman, but it was near the top. Ought to be lots of nice squirming and wriggling and plenty of noise, then, given the succulent condition of Mavis’s body, some wonderful meat. Anticipation, plus the gorgeous South Miami day, were going to make things wonderful.

Sharon had her day planned and she intended to enjoy it.

Of course, given that this is a Belinda story, Sharon’s planning shortly proved irrelevant.

To put things in context, Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy isn’t really an industrial facility at all. Unless you count the meat processing plant in the auxiliary basement, of course, but that wasn’t really for industrial use. More of a muffin play room. No, Belinda’s Ranch was actually her fabulous single story mansion on a cliff overlooking a very private beach south of Miami. The stock consisted of around ten or so rotating women known as spit muffins. Rotating, because, when one was served up as a gourmet meal, another showed up to take her place.

Spit muffins, to use Sharon’s often repeated phrase, were nuts. Delicious nuts, but nuts. They were women in their twenties and thirties that nursed the supreme fantasy of being cooked for a meal. (Hence, the “nuts” part.) Belinda located them and brought them to her mansion for a multiweek stay of unbridled sexual freedom prior to a trip to the kitchen as the main course. Large breasted women were given a hormone mixture to help them produce milk while the smaller breasted ones got a different hormone combination that helped develop their bodies into perfect roasters - plumper pussies, better inner thigh development, rounder and deeper buttocks, thicker - MUCH thicker - meat sheath over the fat and glands of their breasts, etc. Both kind of muffins tended to start tongues drooling for a variety of reasons. Sharon considered Belinda’s meat development hormones her greatest gift to woman eating humanity.

Sharon, for those that don’t know her, was Belinda’s companion and the forewoman / head muffin wrangler / den mother at the ranch. To show her status, she wore a short gold chain clipping her nipples together. Sharon loved it because it gave her cleavage even though she was nude.

Back to today’s events.

Unbeknownst to Sharon at that time, the derailment of her wonderful day was even then pulling into the drive to the house. The late model luxury sedan had four women in it. Jodi, the driver, was Belinda’s niece and president of the University’s very hush-hush bondage and discipline sorority. She was a nicely toned real blonde around twenty. Two of the other occupants were also sorority members, faux blondes this time, about the same age and beautiful physical condition and named respectively Traci and Anna. Of course, they spoke in the choppy, up-and-down, nasal Valley girl accent currently popular among young women. All three appeared dressed for the beach in oversized cover-ups, beach clogs, and not much else.

The fourth member of the car’s contingent was about ten years older, VERY female, nude, and tastefully attired in nothing but a ball gag and ties around her wrists and ankles. She had an expansive, slightly fleshy figure with large breasts, hips and thighs, an actually quite nice looking face (currently wearing a wide eyed look of panic) and had her dark hair pulled back in a bun. Her name, for purposes of tracking her adventures, was Hazel.

The house security system alerted everyone that there were visitors shortly to arrive. Looking at the monitor while the driver punched the key combination into the electronic gate’s pad, Belinda commented, “Oh, that’s Jodi and her friends, dearest. They’re coming to join us for a little trip in the next few days. Jodi told me she’s bringing a present, too.”

Sharon gave the monitor a jaundiced look. “Your niece? WHAT trip, Belinda?”

“Oh,” Belinda said breezily in her sweet, chiming voice, “I thought we’d go back down to the Keys. I’d like to do an island style roasting. You know, one of those things where a tribe of cannibal women cooks the captive under primitive conditions.”

“Wonderful,” Sharon replied in a flat dry voice, looking at Belinda. Under any circumstances, Belinda was worth looking at. In her early forties, Belinda was a gorgeous short haired blonde with flawless skin and a firm, VERY nicely rounded, pneumatic figure that made Playboy Playmates swoon with envy. Ordinarily, Sharon was always turned on by Belinda’s body. At the moment, the ominous signs of one of Belinda’s goofy plots was giving her the willies. Short form: NOW what?

With a sigh of exasperation, Sharon said, “Belinda, that means I have to get this circus ready for a trip in… what? One or two days?”

“Day after tomorrow, dearest. Don’t worry, Ixinza and Rosa will help get everyone ready, and we don’t actually have to dress for the trip this time. I’ve arranged for the Society of Lilith’s yacht to pick us up at the beach’s dock.”

Relieved to have most of the logistics problems already solved, Sharon was still a bit peeved. “Okay, so only the bare minimum of clothing needed, if that. I suppose you’re planning for Mavis to provide eats going down and whoever we cook to feed us while we’re there. Are we staying at your family house, too?”

Belinda shook her head as she watched the car pull up to her mansion’s front door. “I don’t think so, dearest, except for sanitary facilities and such. We’ll camp out on the beach and I’ve arranged for the camp site to be set up before we arrive. All we have to do is travel to the island, have a little fun and cook a girl. I want this little sojourn to be carefree and fun.”

“Carefree, huh?” Sharon had her doubts, based on plenty of experience. However, the monitor was showing the girls getting out of the car. “Well, let’s go greet your visitors. I’ll have someone tell Mavis she’s feeding a party.”

When Jodi and her party came in the door, the three coeds immediately doffed their cover-ups, revealing nothing but beautiful girl underneath. Sharon already knew Jodi from a previous escapade, so took a second or two to study the other two girls. Hm. Both young, toned, tanned, and just great all around examples of the curvy 120 pound Miami sexy hardbody. Sharon immediately detested them.

The woman they led in still had her gag and bound hands, but now had a plastic tie around her thighs as a hobble. Sharon perked up immediately. This one looked like a great pussy platter! She walked over to the bound woman and circled her, studying the plump flesh from all angles. Nicely shaped large buttocks and thighs, if slightly dimpled from a bit too much fat. Good fleshy arms for beach cookouts. Fleshy hips and a very prominent and tasty looking pussy mound. Very good meat on the hoof.

Belinda ignored Hazel, and the wide eyed terrified look she was giving a very intent Sharon, in favor of greeting her other three guests with big hugs. That the hugs also allowed her to assess the sex - and meat - potential of her niece’s friends was purely coincidental.

“Well, Jodi, dear, is this the one you were telling me about?” she finally asked.

Jodi nodded. “All yours, Aunt Belinda. Don’t you think she’d be nice on a spit?”

Belinda nodded absently as she also gave Hazel a looking over, supplemented by a squeeze of tender inner thigh and hip meat, followed by a joggle of heavy buttocks. She even inserted a finger deep into what turned out to be a rather wet and open pussy. “Oh, very nice, dear,” she replied.

“In fact,” Belinda continued with a grim smile at the bound woman, “it will be a while before we cook Mavis. I think I want to see what she does over the heat.

“Sharon, dearest,” she said, “will you please have a few of the girls take…”

“Hazel,” Jodi supplied.

“Hazel off to the back and get her ready to ride a spit?”

Sharon nodded with a predatory grin at Hazel. The way Belinda was acting, this one must be a real bitch, ripe for the cooking platter. “Be a pleasure, Belinda. In fact, I think I’ll help them. Come on, you luscious collection of steaks and chops.”

Sharon led Hazel off and Belinda took her guests to the living room to meet the girls. In typical Ranch fashion, everyone hugged everyone else and the coeds were happily excited to discover that all of the muffins enjoyed being stroked and squeezed in various squeezable places. Not only that, they were quite happy to stroke and squeeze back. Jodi and her friends were surrounded by a veritable banquet (pun intended in the case of the muffins) of bountiful female flesh. Not only that, the muffins were quite happy to discuss such fascinating issues as how they’d like to be cooked and which parts of their bodies they thought would make the best and most tender cuts for a great meal. Jodi was somewhat familiar with this muffin trait, but Traci and Anna, her sorority sisters, were in woman eating paradise.

Cocking an ear towards the back, Belinda was gratified to note that Sharon had evidently taken out Hazel’s gag. Loud pleas and screams were occasionally broken by squeals that indicated someone was getting three or so feet of thick perforated colonic enema tube up her ass, or having her body hair removed in delicate places. Periodically, the fearful squeals would turn passionate, indicating that the voice’s owner was also getting introduced to someone’s (probably Sharon’s) expertise with a plug-on (sort of a strap-on without the straps, held to the female user’s body by a padded U shaped spring up between the thighs and secured by plugs that went into the wearer’s pussy and ass - a Ranch innovation). There were even screams and moans indicating a particularly strong climax. Things appeared to be going well in the rear (pun also intended).

It seemed like no time at all before Hazel was brought back out, ready for a little role play, although she had no idea what was really going to happen. Hazel was gagged, being led by her bound hands, and mincing because the tie was still around her fleshy thighs. “Put her up on the kitchen island, dearest,” Belinda ordered. “Jodi, you know where the two part spits are, please get a set.”

Hazel found herself on her belly on the kitchen island, with a variety of hands squeezing and hefting her plump flesh. While this might ordinarily be a little - no, very - pleasant, Hazel was worried about what all that fondling was leading up to. When Jodi brought out two long carbon poles, Hazel’s worry ratcheted up several notches. When her gag was removed, replaced by one of the poles and the long soft mouthpiece shoved into her mouth, Hazel’s worry bordered on panic. Panic arrived when the tie binding her thigh was cut and the other end, tipped by nine inches of electro-stimulator was shoved into her pussy. She tried to struggle, but too many women were holding her. Instead, her wrists were bound to her side with cooking twine around her waist, and her legs were tied to the pole. All she could do was look around with wide frightened eyes, squeal around the mouthpiece, and flex her body as Sharon said with satisfaction, “There, one bitch ready to cook. Bind her breasts together girls, then put on some oil. We don’t want this plump piece of meat to burn.”

The two part hypermagnetic spit, for those that don’t know, contained immensely strong electromagnets in either end. When the magnets were turned on, not only did the girl on the spit feel like there was a pole totally through her body, the two halves of the spit supported her just like a solid spit. Of course, the stimulation in the girl’s cunt also activated, so there were some compensations for the meat currently on the stick.

Hazel found out about all of this when the juice was activated. Shortly, she had to agree there was some mitigation to her situation. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the first major orgasm crashed through her body.

Hazel wasn’t even panicky as she was carefully lifted and her spit mounted on the electric rotisserie. The heat from the coils below her body tipped her off that All Was Not Well, but she could only gather the energy for a medium level scream. Sharon had inserted a piece of safety equipment into her ass, a meat thermometer with a bulbous tip, and the bulb contained a vibrator. The thermometer was to make sure her core body temperature didn’t get to an unsafe level. Between the vibe in her ass and the stimulator tingling her pussy deep in her body, Hazel was quickly losing interest in such irrelevancies as being roasted.

Still, she did her best, squealing and flexing with the occasional orgasmic convulsion thrown into the mix, as she rotated over the heat. The dripping juices from her pussy told observers she was also popping off like mad on the devices up her ass and cunt. Her squeals turned from panic to pleasure.

Watching Hazel’s large curvaceous figure jiggle, wriggle squirm and convulse on the spit, Sharon commented to Belinda, “She’s really getting off on this. I bet she’ll go wild when it’s real.”

Belinda nodded agreement and chimed, “Quite so, dearest. Still, pay attention to her body temperature. We don’t want her to slip over into heat stroke. Then we’d have to cook her for real and Mavis is so looking forward to the grill. When she comes off, you , Jodi and the girls can all nibble on her pussy. Then put her in the hot tub to soothe while we get Mavis started cooking.”

Sharon agreed, and it wasn’t too long after that a squirming and mildly delirious Hazel found herself on a table with her knees tied back to the level of her shoulders. Sharon was the first to pull up a chair and dive face first into a really juicy pussy, but the three visitors followed in turn right after her. Hazel, by way of thanks, screamed her head off to the admiration of all the women watching.

With Hazel bound and gagged again, sitting in the hot tub to relax her overly excited body, it was time for the real thing. Mavis was brought out, naked and shining with oil, to the general applause of the group. She also was placed belly down on a large platter on the kitchen island, but this time short, highly curvy Rosa held her buttocks open while Ixinza began to insert stuffing up Mavis’s relaxed hole peeking out from between her spread cheeks, tamping it in with a thick wooden dowel. Mavis obviously considered the stuffing and tamping pleasurable, since she moaned and squirmed slightly every time the dowel went deep up her ass. One of the side effects of Belinda’s hormones was to allow the woman to produce more pussy juice, and Mavis was hard at work, judging from the glistening at the juncture of her thighs. Before the stuffing was through, Mavis intended to have a nice little puddle on the platter under her hips.

The girls dipped their hands in a large bowl full of spiced oil mixed with muffin juice and began to rub Mavis’s soft flesh with it. Everyone enjoyed oiling and seasoning the barbecue, and so did the barbecue. Mavis started grimacing and gasping on the platter, getting off on the smooth hands thoroughly rubbing every curve and crevice of her body. Soon enough, another two part spit was brought out, and the half shafts were inserted into Mavis’s mouth and far up her cunt, again to her obvious enjoyment. The spit was to make her easier to turn as she cooked. Once she was tied down, she was carefully lifted onto the barbecue grill over a slow fire. After that, Mavis’s groans, squeals, etc. were louder around the soft mouthpiece of the spit, while her wriggling and squirming grew more lively. This looked like it was going to be a great show, and the muffins grabbed available body parts of themselves or each other to play with while they enjoyed it.

As she salted and peppered Mavis’s back, plump ass mounds, and rich thighs, Belinda said, “Dearest, will you get Hazel and secure her bent over that table? I want her to enjoy the show, too. I also want her available when I’m ready for her.”

Sharon grinned at that. It looked like Hazel was going to get her first close up look at a girlie barbecue and get one hell of a fucking to celebrate it. No problem. Short blonde Dawn, the Ranch pet, was softly rubbing her plush naked form against Sharon’s body, and it looked like someone else wanted a big time fuck. “Glad to, Belinda,” Sharon replied.

Belinda used a long handled brush to cover Mavis’s back half with a light mustard based barbecue sauce (Mavis’s choice for the occasion), then willing helpers flipped the girl over onto her back so Belinda could do her front. Every time the bristles stroked slowly over the cooking woman’s nipples and pubic mound, Mavis would convulse in a strong orgasm.

Mavis’s movements weren’t lost on Hazel. She stared with fascination at the show, wondering how she’d do in the same situation. Her position, bent across the table, didn’t escape her either. It looked like she was going to be penetrated in cunt, ass, or both soon. As stimulated as she was and given the way her pussy was leaking, she was looking forward to it.

To Mavis, the fact that she was now meat on a stick, the heavenly aroma of cooking woman she was giving off, not to mention the sizzle of her juices hitting the fire, all combined to drive her completely out of her mind. She was cooking, didn’t give a damn, and was seeing stars each time a huge orgasm wracked her body.

“There,” Belinda said as Mavis eventually began to slow down, “I believe she’ll be ready to eat in just a few more hours. We’ll give her ten more minutes at low, then we’ll put more hickory on the fire. Dearest, would you bring me a plug-on? I believe Hazel needs a little attention.”

Hazel had never experienced someone banging away at her pussy for nearly an hour, then shifting to do the same to her ass. She wasn’t just seeing stars, she was experiencing the origins of the Universe.

Later, as Mavis was carved and served out, a totally enervated Hazel was back in the hot tub for warm water therapy on her stretched bottom hole and slightly sore pussy. One of the muffins handed her a plate of steaming Mavis barbecue, and she dug in with a will. On the whole, she decided, this was a really great way to enjoy a back yard barbecue.

The next day, after a rather active night in Belinda’s bed, Hazel was treated to a number of interesting sights. First, of course, was the morning milking, where all of the lactating girls, including Ixinza, Rosa, and Sharon, were drained by hand. Next came anal injection of milking and body development hormones for those that needed them, using a long nozzled bulb far up the ass. This was accomplished while a group of girls was sitting on a raised bench facing the ocean. Since the bench was equipped with vibrators at each seating position, all the hormone recipients were plugged in the pussy and the insertion of the hormone nozzle up their ass frequently induced a strong orgasm. Hormone injections were popular.

Finally, there was the aerobics session to keep fit. Everyone wore sports bras to keep from flopping, but nothing else. An observer would find themselves enjoying the sight of mostly bare, nicely curvy women flexing, bouncing and turning in a synchronized group. It kept the observer’s interest.

It certainly kept Hazel’s interest. She was comfortably seated on a deck chair, her hands cuffed behind her and her ankles tied together. Hazel actually found the position quite tolerable. The ball gag wasn’t much of a bother, either, now that she was getting used to it.

Dawn strolled out of the house and proceeded to sit on Hazel’s lap, placing her arm around her shoulders. Dawn was short, plushly built, smooth and quite soft and pleasant to the touch, especially since she was allergic to exercise. She preferred petting instead, and would stroke her soft bare body against any available portion of nude female flesh handy, something like a large pet cat. She filled much the same niche at the Ranch, that of a pet, and stroking Dawn’s silky smooth flesh was something everyone enjoyed.

“You have a nice lap,” Dawn told Hazel in a soft soprano. “It’s fun to sit on. Mind if I stay here while we watch the girls exercise?” Hazel nodded her head in assent.

Dawn casually hefted and gently squeezed one of Hazel’s globular breasts as she watched the aerobics group. “I think I like you,” she said after a while. “You’ve got a great body and you’re the only one here that says less than I do.” This last comment blithely ignored the gag in Hazel’s mouth. “Let’s lie down together on that patio mattress. We can still watch, but I’d like to feel as much of you as I can against me while we do.”

Game for the idea, Hazel stood carefully, trying to maintain her balance with her legs tied together. With Dawn’s help, she found herself stretched on her belly on the mattress with Dawn in the same position next to her shoulders, hips and thighs pressed gently to Hazel’s bare flesh. When Dawn reached back and began gently stroking Hazel’s plump round buttocks, the sensation was both pleasant and relaxing. “This is a nice way to watch,” Dawn said. “I love exercise. I could watch it all day.”

Sharon took note of the pair on the mattress as she walked back into the house after the post-exercise cool down in the pool. She made a mental note to get some sunscreen on Hazel. Dawn probably would be happy to apply the lotion, since Hazel couldn’t do it with her hands bound. No need for Hazel to get a sunburn before she went over a cooking fire, after all.

She was puttering around looking for Belinda’s favorite seasoned sunscreen when she heard the splashing, squealing and general hullabaloo out at the pool. “Oh, boy,” Sharon muttered. “Wonder whet those nut cases are up to THIS time?”

As supervisor of the muffin herd, it was Sharon’s duty to investigate, and back out she went. The tableau at the pool stopped her dead for a second. “Rachel, Kirsty, just WHAT in the hell are you two doing with the volleyball net?”

The two women thus addressed stopped dead and gave Sharon slightly abashed looks. They were standing in the shallow end, net stretched out between them, and walking forward, gathering squealing and splashing women into the net as they walked. “We’re gathering our own food,” Rachel explained. Kirsty just nodded in enthusiastic agreement. “We’re going to be part of an amazon tribe on the island and we thought we’d get started practicing doing it the way island tribes do.”

“That’s for fish, ladies!” Sharon said firmly.

“Oh!”

However, since the women - including the coeds - either currently netted or pending netting seemed to be into the game, Sharon decided to let it continue. “Just don’t drown anyone,” she growled. “I haven’t got time to butcher them for storage. And hang that net up to dry after you’re finished!”

As Sharon turned back into the house, she was met by two projecting nipples on a pair of large, firm, hormone enhanced breasts and, above those, a set of big, green eyes. Both sets appeared dejected and both belonged to Crystal, a honey blonde whose normally cheerful face showed a great deal of sadness. More problems, Sharon sighed to herself. “What’s the matter, Crystal?”

“It’s Hazel,” Crystal said with a catch in her voice. “She’s going to take my place in line. I was next up, and being a feast for a cannibal tribe is my biggest fantasy.

“Now she’s going to be meat instead of me!” Crystal wailed, sniffling a few tears.

Sighing again, Sharon gathered up the distraught woman in a tight hug. “Look, Crystal, Belinda makes the decision who gets cooked and when. Sure, we usually cook a captured bitch first, but Belinda cares for you girls. I’m sure she knows about your fantasy and she’ll do everything possible for you. You just have to wait and see, okay?”

Somewhat mollified, Crystal, a tear drop or two still dribbling from her eyes, sniffled and nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll wait, but please talk to her, will you?”

Sharon nodded. Anything to keep the peace. As she walked through the open sliding glass doors into the living room, Sharon looked back at Crystal. The woman was still facing the pool, so her nicely rounded ass was available to study. Comparing it to Hazel’s bigger, rounder, and meatier butt, Sharon couldn’t be sure who she’d cook first, either. Oh, well. It was Belinda’s decision anyhow, but if Hazel was spitted first, she’d have to figure out what to do with Crystal for a few days.

Oh, the daily problems of her job.

The yacht ride to the island was as enjoyable as always, Sharon thought. She loved the Society of Lilith’s yacht and enjoyed being out on the Caribbean. Everyone, even the all girl crew, was nude, but they had to keep a bikini or coverup handy in case they passed another boat. Not a problem.

What might be a problem, however, was the screams and slapping noises coming from the salon. Better investigate.

Once on site, Sharon found Hazel tied and bent naked over an ottoman, a gaggle of muffins eagerly watching her vulnerable buttocks nicely presented for the paddle. Said paddle was in Crystal’s hand, and came down with a loud slap as Sharon watched. Too hard, really. Sharon decided Crystal wasn’t interested in paddling Hazel as a game. She was working off some resentment. Not good.

“Hold it, ladies!” Sharon commanded. “It’s all right to give Hazel a little spanking. She’s really built for it, but you guys are getting too rough.”

“Oh, let them go on,” Belinda commented as she bustled through the room. She stopped and looked thoughtfully at Hazel’s reddening bottom. “Although you ladies might want to get one of the velvet whips out of the main cabin for this. Spanking will certainly tenderize Hazel’s appetizing ass, of course, but too much tenderizing and we’ll just have to cook the woman as soon as we get to the island to take advantage of the fact.”

Crystal dropped the paddle like it was a hot rock and scampered off to find the whip with its knotted velvet cords. Those would sting a little but not leave bruises.

Meanwhile, Jaqui was commenting to Doreen thoughtfully, “You know, it’s really a waste to leave her tied like that without fucking her. Let’s get a plug-on and ride that juicy sore butt while Crystal finds the whip.”

“Sounds like fun,” Doreen said. “I bet she could take the whole shaft up that big ass.”

“No she couldn’t,” Jaqui sniffed. “I certainly could, but I’m sure she couldn’t.”

Standing nearby, Terri gave Jaqui’s full round buttocks a searching study. “I doubt that,” she said.

The honor of her ass called into question, Jaqui drew herself up straight and fixed Terri with a glare. “Oh, yes I could. Get two plug-ons and I’ll prove it.”

That was how, ten minutes later, Sharon found herself the impartial judge in an ass fucking contest. It turned out to be a tie for penetration, with Hazel slightly ahead on points for squeals, full body wriggles, and hip pumping.

The “amazon cannibal village” on the island turned out to be as authentic as a Los Angeles Tiki bar, for which Sharon was grateful. On a clear patch of beach, Belinda’s crew had built about ten shelters out of imported bamboo, topped with imported palm frond roofs, and open sides. Of course, there was the traditional open air throne in the center for the amazon queen and the even more traditional cooking sites, with the barbecue pit and the huge black cauldron. Since Belinda wasn’t partial to boiled meat, Sharon figured the cauldron was going to become a hot tub for the muffins. Sharon was happy to see the discreet line of port-o-lets just in the trees behind the “village”. Roughing it could be taken too far.

The muffins and coeds gathered around Belinda with happy squeals and chatter as she handed out authentic amazon cannibal costumes, especially made in Mexico. Those consisted of flower necklaces and grass skirts that were short enough to be only a moderately wide belt. Once around the waist, the grass fringe didn’t even come to the top of the buttocks. The ensemble was completed with rubber tipped bamboo spears. As the amazon queen, Belinda added a crown made of woven grass and a couple of small ostrich feathers, feather bracelets and anklets, and a bamboo scepter (made in Mexico) tipped with feathers. Sharon found herself cast as witch doctress and queen’s adviser. She got a necklace of bones (plastic, made in China) to go with her so-called skirt.

That is, almost everyone got amazon costumes. Both Crystal and Hazel were left out. Hazel stood around nonchalantly, arms bound behind her, gag in mouth, and legs hobbled with a plastic tie fastened around the middle of her thighs. Crystal looked disappointed.

That is, until Belinda reached into another box. Handing Crystal an explorer’s pith helmet, she said briskly, “Here, love, put this on. I know this is your fantasy, and I thought you’d like to be the captured explorer.” Crystal beamed happily as she put on the hat, while Hazel took on a worried expression around her gag when a second hat was put on her head.

Studying the results with an index finger pointed up under her chin, Belinda announced, “There, ladies. I do believe we’re all in costume for today’s fantasy.”

She clapped her hands like a real amazon queen. “Let the play begin.”

Hazel and Crystal immediately had their arms grabbed by willing muffins, and Crystal’s hands were tied together in front of her. The two women were escorted by the whole tribe, rubber spears brandished threateningly, to where Belinda was now sitting on her throne with Sharon beside her on a stool. Dawn had appeared and was curled on the sand next to Sharon, her head leaning on Sharon’s bare thigh, enjoying the occasional caress.

Sharon decided the whole thing was a bit silly - something out of a Betty Page photo - but went along to keep peace in the family. Besides, the girls were having a great time.

As they stopped their captives in front of Belinda, her niece Jodi announced with great and fearsome melodrama, “Oh, Queen Belinda, we have captured these trespassers.”

Looking at Belinda’s careful study of her body, Hazel was acutely aware that her hobble made her thighs, pubis, and buttocks look very meaty and delicious. The thought wasn’t inspiring any calm.

Getting off her throne, Belinda walked down to Hazel. She delicately pinched the woman’s upper arms, hefted a large breast, then squeezed the meat over a hip and finished with another squeeze of inner thigh flesh. Walking around behind the bound and gagged woman, she ran her hands over Hazel’s back, then gave a buttock a whole hand squeeze, hefted it, and gave the meat a good wobble. She delicately inserted a finger underneath said plump buttocks and deep into Hazel’s pussy, pulling it out dripping wet. As she sucked the flavorful juice off her finger, Belinda said, “This one has plenty of juicy meat. She’d feed the whole tribe with a good bit left over.”

“Her pussy juice is quite flavorful, too,” she finished.

Belinda repeated the meat examination with Crystal. “The other one is in better shape, but just as meaty. She’d make a great roast.” Crystal beamed happily and gave vent to a little moan, signaling a mild orgasm as she squeezed her thighs together.

“Bend them over the log,” Belinda commanded, pointing her scepter at a nearby thick cypress in the sand. “We’ll open their pussy and ass for preparation, then leave them for the tribe to inspect.”

A short while later, Hazel and Crystal found themselves lying across the log with their butts in the air, regulation amazon (Chinese made) D cell powered vibrators securely in pussy and ass. Repeated low moans indicated the appreciation of both women. Every now and again, one or another of the muffins would remove a vibrator of choice from a woman of choice, replace it with the long shaft of a plug-on and happily fuck away as she rested on the soft meaty body beneath her. This generally produced a series of loud squeals from Hazel, volume and tenor of squeals determined by which hole was getting fucked, and some real sexual screams from Crystal. Everybody appeared to be into the game and having a great time “abusing” their captives. The captives also appeared into the game and were having a noisy time being “abused”.

Meanwhile, Rosa and Ixinza had a low fire lit in the barbecue pit. Once everything got going well, Sharon said to the “queen”, “Okay, Belinda, the pit’s ready. Who do we cook?”

“Bring the captive women before me!” Belinda commanded with imperious melodrama.

Hazel and Crystal had their vibrators popped out, then were escorted to face Belinda. Watching the two women squirm and noticing the guards’ hands behind the captives backs, Sharon snorted. The guards were holding a spear with one hand and each had a finger from the other hand between deep plump cheeks and far up a captive’s ass.

Studying the wriggling, squirming luscious bodies in front of her, Belinda made her decision. She pointed her scepter at Crystal. “Spit this one. The other shall go in the cage.”

Sharon experienced surprise as Crystal was hustled over to a spitting jig while an unbound Hazel was stuffed into a bamboo cage, barely large enough for her if she crouched on knees and elbows. This was quite unusual, since Belinda normally cooked a captive bitch first! Sharon resolved to ask about it after dinner. She had no desire to get off track while they were spitting and cooking the quite succulent Crystal.

Listening to Crystal’s screams, pleas, protests, etc. as she was led, struggling womanfully, to the spitting jig, Sharon remarked to Belinda, “You know, she’s really a lousy actress. Crystal would jump on the jig by herself is she could.”

Belinda nodded. “I know, dearest, but this is the dear girl’s very most favorite fantasy. I’m quite happy to let her experience it while we cook her. She’s such a nice person, and she deserves this.”

“Quite tasty, too,” she added as an afterthought.

Meanwhile, Crystal was standing in a tub of seasoned oil while various enthusiastic helpers hand slathered it all over her body. She’d already had her hair put up so it wouldn’t catch fire and her bountiful breasts bound together so they wouldn’t flop all over the place as she rotated over the fire. After her hair was put up, she’d insisted the pith helmet be replaced on her head. How would anyone know she was an unfortunate explorer caught by amazon cannibals without it? In fact, she fastened the helmet’s strap under her chin so she could wear it on the spit, just like in the movies and cartoons that got her pussy so wet.

Crystal was enjoying the oiling. “AAAGGHH! YOU CAN’T COOK ME! HELP, OH HELP! Lois, you missed a spot on my hip. Thanks. EEEEK! PLEASE LET ME GO!”

As the oiling got more intimate with oily fingers being inserted in available apertures between her thighs and cheeks, “YOU SHOULDN’T DO THIS! OOOH, HELP, ANYONE! Oh… oh, yes, Alice that feels so good. Wiggle your finger a little more… Um, oh yes! Ahhhh… PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!!”

Shortly, Crystal was lying along the spitting jig’s top (It was sort of like a padded saw horse.) with her wrists and ankles shackled to the legs, perfectly presented for spitting. She was certain she had enough oil and pussy juice in her cunt that the spit would slide in easily. Rosa stood by her head to hold it properly for the spit to come out of her mouth.

Ixinza and Jodi were ready at Crystal’s ass, holding an authentic amazon cannibal ventilated carbon fiber spit made in St. Louis, waiting for Rosa’s nod. Crystal nodded her readiness to Rosa, Rosa nodded to Ixinza, and between Crystal’s pussy lips went the tip of the spit. After it was in about five or six inches into her, Crystal signaled her approval with a massive orgasm that contracted her already pulsing vaginal lips. Thus encouraged, Ixinza smoothly pushed the thick spit into Crystal’s lubricated cunt and through her body, expertly guiding it until it was up her esophagus and out her open mouth.

Crystal was now well and truly meat on a stick.

Rosa and Ixinza tied Crystal’s arms to her sides with cooking twine and did the same for her legs, securing them to the spit. Gently, they lifted the spitted woman and placed her on supports over the fire. Attaching a crank to the end of the spit, one of the coeds began to hand rotate Crystal as she started to cook. It wasn’t long before the woman was squirming and pumping the spit in a constant state of low grade sexual excitement, interrupted every now and then by a massive orgasm when a basting brush stroked a sensitive part.

Watching Crystal convulse on the spit, Dawn, enjoying Sharon’s hand idly tweaking a nipple, said, “I love this part. Sharon, would you please stroke me? I promise I’ll still be ready when you want my pussy and ass.”

Agreeable, Sharon had Dawn stand next to her and burrowed her left hand between the woman’s meaty thighs and her fingers and thumb got busy. Smiling at the by-play on the stool next to her throne, Belinda summoned one of the muffins and had the woman lie across her lap, for purposes of bottom stroking and a little finger poking. Thus occupied, the tribal leadership happily watched Crystal’s beautiful figure squirm and convulse as she rotated over the heat, oily body glistening from the low fire.

By now, Crystal was in the zone. Nothing existed but the heat, the pole through her, and the massive orgasms that continually convulsed her body. As the heat got her, she grew more delirious and everything got more intense. Slowly, she slid over into heat stroke and her movements became quieter.

After she was gone, this was the signal for all of the over excited women on the beach to pair up and begin working off the supercharged sexual desire all of them were nursing. Dawn didn’t even wonder where Sharon had gotten the plug-on she was using. The shaft pumping into her body was enough.

Hazel had pushed her butt to the bars of her cage and Jodi was happily plugging it with another strap-on. Hazel was in her own sexual heaven.

Later, after everyone had cleaned up and settled down, Sharon and Belinda watched Ixinza and Rosa place Crystal, spit and all, on a large carving platter on a nearby bamboo table. “Mind if I do the honors, Belinda?” Sharon asked. “I think I’d like to carve Crystal. Who gets her pussy?”

“Please do, dearest,” Belinda answered languidly. She’d enjoyed two of the muffins and a coed during the general orgy and was feeling quite relaxed. “Give the prime filet to Hazel.”

“Huh?”

Belinda’s laugh was its usual sound of tinkling chimes. “Dearest, that’s why she’s here.”

“As I said, huh?”

Belinda smiled as she explained. “Hazel’s an old friend, dearest, and a confirmed masochist. She’s always wanted the fantasy of being abused cannibal meat, and I decided to give it to her. When we get back, she’ll be leaving for her job at the University. She’s Jodi’s sorority mother and the girls decided to give her this vacation for her birthday. She’s loved every second of it.”

Rosa pulled the spit from between Crystal’s legs with a slurping sound. Crystal was ready to carve and smelled wonderful.

“Both Crystal and Hazel had their fantasies, dearest,” Belinda continued with a twinkle in her eye. “Aren’t you glad we could help them?”