Belinda 14: Belinda and the Two Tasty Bitches by Leo

Belinda and the Two Tasty Bitches

By Leo

Belinda was hunting. She’d encased her curvy, mouthwatering, beautifully toned forty-something body in one of her trademark ultra tiny bikinis and was in a lounger on the public beach close to her private estate. She was at once the bait and the trap. To put it bluntly, Belinda was a little bored today and out looking for a bitch.

Belinda believed firmly that bitches were put on earth as her personal prey, and she was doing the world a favor when she caught one and turned her into a good meal. Of course, there were her spit muffins, a constantly rotating selection of ten or so mouthwatering women that had the cult belief that the highest goal for a woman was the Ultimate Fuck and the dinner table. They were truly succulent and had ever so much better meat than what was currently on display at the beach. However, one had to keep from getting rusty, so Belinda occasionally went out and caught a little free range pussy for eats.

To make it simple, Belinda only cooked spit muffins and bitches. In neither case was there ever any problems later like there would be with nice girls. NOBODY ever went looking for a bitch if she disappeared.

Belinda pulled her sun glasses slightly down on her pert nose and looked over them to peer around the beach from under the wide brim of her sun hat. There was tasty female flesh in plenty on display - this was Miami, after all - but none of it seemed disposed to wander closer so the hunter could check it out as suitable game.

Sigh.

She amused herself for a few moments imagining one nicely built young lady naked, squirming her deliciously rounded body on a cooking spit over a nice toasty fire, then decided more direct measures were needed. Suiting action to thought, Belinda got up, settled her sun hat firmly on her head, and went for a walk.

This was a major event for watchers of both sexes, because Belinda in motion was really Belinda in MOTION. Every devastating curve of her beautiful five foot two inch body moved as she walked, usually in different directions. The effect was totally erotic. Of course, the fact that her bikini was basically three smallish patches of cloth in the front and some not too thick string in the back and pretty much displayed all of said luscious body also tended to rivet the attention of the aforesaid watchers.

It certainly caught the attention of one watcher in particular.

The above noted watcher, Dara Fuentes by name, mentally licked her lips and thought how that wonderful body would look in her pot or her kitchen oven. Dara, was a Miami native, quite exotically beautiful, and a bit new to the practice of enjoying women for their meat. New enough that she didn’t know all the players in the game yet.

A somewhat moderate (by Miami standards) bikini encased her own nicely shaped five foot three inch body (call it 32B - 24 - 35). Her brownish curly hair cut to shoulder length completed the picture of a really gorgeous woman that knew how devastating she actually was. Dara was also the typical predatory Miami female. She just carried it a little farther than most, catching and cooking any woman that aroused her ire.

Most did. Dara, truth to tell, was a real bitch.

Hm.

Belinda was fully aware when Dara strolled up next to her and fell in along side. “Mind if I join you in your walk? A girl strolling alone on the beach has to spend so much time fending off those pesky Miami meterosexual men, I just hate to walk by myself.”

Belinda nodded in a friendly fashion, glancing at the woman walking on her left and giving her a total meat evaluation in a heartbeat. “By all means, dear,” Belinda replied. “It’s so much nicer having a companion when you walk. Possibly we even share the same interests.”

“Oh,” Dara commented, “I’m not sure. We’ll have to know each other better for that. But I have no problems getting to know you better.”

Dara’s evaluation of Belinda’s marvelous body took longer and was a bit more open. This didn’t bother Belinda, who knew exactly what the woman was thinking. Belinda’s mental antenna was up and quivering. It looked like she’d struck pay dirt. Now to see if the woman fitted the proper - read bitchy - profile. “Love, it’s so nice to meet a girl here on the beach that’s not a typical Miami type.”

“You mean a hard bodied party girl with a slinky figure?” Dara snarled. “Or one of those brain dead cows from the University? I’m better than them.”

Bingo. Belinda decided it was time to set the hook. Dara was also coming to the same decision. Unfortunately, Dara was a good bit less capable and experienced as a hunter than Belinda. Shucks.

Casually, indirectly, somewhere in Belinda’s wildly loopy conversational turns, the fact was remarked upon that the big white mansion on the cliff some ways to the south belonged to a very close friend of Belinda’s, the fact was remarked upon that it had a nice ultra private beach, and the fact was remarked upon that Belinda knew just how to get to the beach with no problems. The sum of all these facts remarked upon had Dara immersed in a sexual fantasy heavily centered around Belinda’s spectacular body and a culinary fantasy also heavily centered around Belinda’s spectacular body.

Belinda, of course, didn’t have fantasies. She had plans.

Things went from there.

At this point, it becomes necessary for the reader, if they don’t already know Belinda’s lifestyle and the women that share it, to get an education on the subject. Trust me, it’s worth the trip. Besides, unlike almost any other Belinda story, there hasn’t been a single naked woman show up yet. Time to correct that problem. In spades.

To wit, time to go to Belinda’s huge single story mansion on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean south of Miami. There really was a very private beach below it, cut off from the rest of the coast by impassable cliffs that extended out into the ocean and ideal for nude beach activities such as cook outs. The owner, Belinda, was a fabulously wealthy member of a fabulously wealthy family that had a minor quirk: They’d been eating women as far back as anybody remembered. Even before it became semi-respectable.

Some time back, Belinda made the happy discovery that there were women out there with the ultimate fantasy of becoming a gourmet dinner. This suited Belinda’s menu to a T, so she turned her mansion into Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy and began recruiting these slightly off kilter chicks, usually ranging from twenty something to late thirties, for meals and milk. The herd usually numbered around ten, and about half - the large breasted ones - were given hormones to start them giving milk. The other half were given hormones, which - to the girl’s delight - turned them into full bodied centerfolds with really stand out breasts that were composed of more flesh than fat and glands. As such, their breasts were actually very cookable for meals. Both meat and milk muffins eventually had a date with the kitchen - ultimate fantasy, you know - but enjoyed weeks of unbridled sexual shenanigans beforehand. Belinda had discovered that sexual endorphins added marvelously to the already exquisite taste of a woman’s meat.

Belinda had a permanent staff of two girls, Rosa, a really, really full bodied Mexican honey blonde, and Ixinza, a coffee colored Creole from Cuba with a natural Playboy grade figure, to care for the house and see to various things needed when so many nude women - and every woman in the place was nude - were gathered in one place. Both girls had been purchased from an exclusive resort in the Caribbean where they were future meat, but were now kept around because they were excellent house keepers and great cook’s assistants.

Managing all of this was Sharon. Tall, brownette, big bodied with a firm 38D - 28 - 38 figure, Sharon was originally scheduled for the main event at one of Belinda’s family reunions but had instead developed into Belinda’s companion and the pragmatic counterbalance to Belinda’s somewhat dotty personality. Sharon was the ranch’s forewoman, den mother, lead cow, and general boss of the screwy females that made up the herd of prospective steaks that populated the place. Sharon had absolutely no desire to end up as meat and thought the women that did were absolute nuts. She tended to view the happenings around the ranch with a jaundiced eye.

At the moment, Sharon was casting that same jaundiced eye on Dara. Dara, in a process of which she never exactly knew the details, was now standing, bound and gagged, on the back patio. She was standing rather straight because she was on a small platform that had an upright pole tipped with a long plastic penis coming out of the middle of it. The base of the pole was deep in the platform. The long plastic penis was deep in Dara’s pussy. The arrangement tended to make Dara want to stand very straight and very still. Of course, Dara’s big wide terrified eyes were flashing around with mild panic, which only increased when they lit on the physically imposing Sharon and her even more imposing expression.

“This one isn’t bad,” Sharon said to Belinda who’d come bustling, wonderfully nude as usual, out of the house. “She has great thighs and hips, a good ass even if it isn’t muffin caliber, and good beach cookout meat on her upper arms and calves. She ought to cook up nicely.”

“Thank you, dearest,” Belinda said. “Pickings were slim today, but she seemed to be the best of the bunch. She wasn’t really hard to catch, actually. I may go hunting again soon, just to see if I can find someone that will give me a bit more of a challenge.”

Belinda cupped her right elbow with her left hand and put her right index finger under her chin, a favorite posture for contemplation. Dara was who she was contemplating. “I quite agree, however. She looks very tasty. When I tongued it on the beach, her pussy was very juicy and meaty. Actually a great prime filet.”

Belinda turned away from the now REALLY worried Dara. “However, dearest, we need to put her aside for the moment. We’re going to have visitors.”

Sharon crossed her arms under her large bare breasts and gave Belinda a very old fashioned look. “Visitors? Okay, Belinda, NOW what?” She had vast experience with Belinda’s screwy plots and ideas, and unannounced visitors usually meant one or the other was about to happen.

“Well, my darling,” Belinda replied, “I’ve been contacted by a young lady that says she has a friend who wants to be a spit muffin. She’s bringing her out today for us to consider.”

Sharon nodded thoughtfully. “That might work. Save the bother of a general recruiting campaign, although we still have plenty of girls on the waiting list. That still amazes me.”

Another thought struck Sharon. “Strange that a friend would turn in a girl to become dinner, don’t you think?”

Belinda’s eyes glittered with predatory amusement. “Oh, yes, dearest, it’s quite unusual. That’s why I decided to interview the pair. I see no need to dress for the occasion or dissemble about the ranch. We’ll just bring them in and let them see what life here is like.”

Sharon smiled at that. It was a smile of anticipation. “Oh, that sounds like fun. I can hardly wait.”

Another woman chose that moment to wander onto the patio and caught sight of Dara. “Oh, yum! Is this tonight’s dinner?” She punctuated her question by grabbing one of Dara’s buttocks and giving the soft meat a full handed squeeze and joggle, thus increasing Dara’s concern. Her concern ratcheted higher when she felt a long finger insert itself between her buttocks and rub her little bottom hole. Dara had no illusions about what that squirming finger said was coming.

“Oh, hello, Isabela dear,” Belinda said with a smile. “No, not tonight’s dinner, but she’ll be on the spit soon enough. Are you enjoying your stay?”

Isabela, nicely curved woman with dark hair and a throaty voice, nodded. “Oh, Belinda, this is really fun. I’ve been able to have some neat role play on the grill, but I’m really looking forward to trying the two part spit.” As she talked in her mild Scottish accent, she tended to emphasize things with her hands, causing the multiple rings she wore to glint in the sunlight.

Sharon snorted. “I heard you yesterday morning when a couple of the muffins sat you on the grill to toast your pussy. I’ll agree, it sounded like you were enjoying the process.” Sharon also noted with amusement that Isabela had shaved her pubic mound like she was meat, revealing a nicely plump centerpiece for her well shaped hips.

“I can’t remember which was more fun,” Isabela said. “Sitting over the coals knowing they were toasting my pussy or having the girls nibble the toast afterwards. That was a great brunch, even for the brunch herself.”

All three laughed. “Well, dear,” Belinda answered, “I’m certainly glad you’re enjoying things. We’ll be cooking a woman in a day or so. I simply have to decide which one.” She slapped Dara’s flank lightly. “Possibly this one… or possibly a muffin.”

Dara was mentally rooting for the muffin.

About that time, the house security system decided to intrude, notifying all and sundry that a car wished entry to the drive. Sharon studied the security monitor closely, noting both driver and passenger. Both were female in their late twenties, but that’s where similarities stopped. The driver was in a sweatshirt and jeans, her black hair cut to shoulder length. She was really quite attractive, but favored a highly defined forties style makeup with sharply cut eyebrows, plenty of mascara, and ruby red lipstick.

The other one had a soft fall of thick brown hair and wore almost no makeup, allowing a rather bony chin and large nose to dominate her face. Of course, the ball gag in her mouth and unattractive glasses tended to make her face less than appealing. She was wearing a poncho-like garment and had her hands tucked behind her. At a guess, the hands were tied and the body under the poncho was nude.

Sharon buzzed for the car to enter. This looked like it was going to be fun.

When Sharon opened the front door, the black haired driver was standing there waiting. Whatever the woman was going to say was lost in an involuntary gasp as she saw Sharon, who’d chosen to answer the door absolutely nude. Sharon took the gasp and gaping look as a compliment to her really curvy body, but had to wryly admit to herself that this broad doing the goldfish imitation on the front stoop hadn’t seen Belinda yet. “Don’t just gape there,” Sharon said, “get your friend and come in.”

The woman shook herself, then seemed to get control back. “I’m sorry,” she said in a high soft little girl voice that was apparently her regular speaking tone. “Seeing you like that was just a bit of a shock.”

“You’d better get used to it,” Sharon replied. “Every woman in the place is nude. Including you, if you come in.”

The woman paused at that statement, giving Sharon another look and apparently doing some heavy thinking. “Okay,” she said, “if those are the rules. I’m Jennifer, by the way.” She shook hands with Sharon.

Getting the girl in the poncho out of the passenger’s seat confirmed the fact that her hands were bound. “This is Dawn,” Jennifer explained. “She’s really exited about this, and wanted to be kept bound and gagged up until she was prepared for cooking.”

Sharon didn’t reply to that for several reasons. First because the ranch already had a Dawn as a pet and things promised to get a bit confusing. They’d had several girls from time to time with the same name and managed, but Dawn wasn’t that common a female name and Sharon could foresee a few minor problems.

The second reason Sharon didn’t say anything was that Jennifer had lifted the poncho off Dawn and revealed the girl’s figure. It wasn’t hourglass shaped, Sharon decided, more like guitar shaped. Dawn (this one) was about five six or so, but every bit of 38-26-38 on a very smooth and firm body. The boobs looked real, so Mother Nature had apparently compensated Dawn for a slightly plain face by giving her a Playboy photographer’s wet dream for a figure. Even Belinda would be a touch envious of this one.

“Bring her in,” Sharon finally said. “Jennifer, I’ll manage Dawn while you strip. Leave your clothes in the anteroom there. You can pick them up when you leave.”

Jennifer didn’t appear too happy, but did as she was told. The resulting naked woman was, Sharon decided, quite curvy and nicely proportioned for either sex or a cooking spit. Who knows, Sharon thought to herself with a mental chuckle, if she hung around here for long, she she’d certainly get the first and might eventually enjoy the latter, too.

On the other hand, Jennifer had a hard, sensuous undertone to her that hinted at someone that liked kinky sex and wasn’t really all that nice. Interesting. Maybe this girl would turn out to be bitchy, Sharon thought. That raised some interesting possibilities.

Sharon led both women out to the patio. Jennifer really didn’t engage in conversation. She was too busy looking at the place and all of the bare female flesh that populated it. By the time she and Dawn reached the patio and settled on chairs, Jennifer’s looks had settled on Dara. She was smiling. “That looks interesting,” she said, pointing to Dara, still bound and on her pole. “Is she something special?”

“Just a bitch we caught for dinner,” Sharon replied. “Which reminds me.”

Looking around, Sharon spotted two of the muffins by the pool. “Molly, Melissa, would you girls come over here? I have a little chore for you.”

Once the muffins jiggled over, Sharon told them, “Girls, would you please take Dara in back and clean her out? Remove her body hair so she’ll be ready for anything we decide. You can bring her back here when she’s been flushed, brushed and de-furred.” Dara’s eyes got big and panicky again.

Jennifer spoke up. “Pardon me, ladies,” she said, “but I have to ask. I see so many women here with really large upstanding breasts like yours. Have all of you had boob jobs or something?”

Molly giggled. “Nope. Those are all me,” she said proudly. “Actually I was too small to milk when I joined the herd. All of the meat muffins were like that. Belinda gives us a hormone that makes our breasts develop. It comes with being a meat muffin. The dairy girls get hormones that lets them give milk, but when you see a rack like mine or Melissa’s, it’s Belinda’s hormones at work.”

Dara’s eyes got big again, but this time she was staring at Molly’s full firm breasts, standing out like a pair of really big deep bowls. Wheels began turning behind her big eyes.

As the muffins lowered the telescoping rod on which Dara was impaled, the plug came out of her with a slurping pop. Sharon untied the woman and pulled the gag out of her mouth. “Listen,” Sharon’s voice was hard as she got almost nose to nose with a really nervous Dara, “I’m turning you loose but don’t take it seriously. Make up your mind you’re meat, lady. You can live easy or hard until you’re cooked. Your choice. If you behave yourself, you can have free run of the place. Try anything, and I’ll get really, really mad. You don’t want me mad.” Dara didn’t want Sharon mad.

On the other hand, there was another subject also on her mind. Turning to Molly, Dara asked, “Are those actually real?”

Molly nodded with a bright smile. “Sure. Squeeze ‘em if you want to. Squeeze Melissa’s, too. Nobody minds. This is Belinda’s after all.”

Raising a tentative hand, Dara gently hefted and squeezed one of Molly’s very firm, very large breasts. Then she did the same for a cheerful Melissa. As the two muffins led her off to a colonic cleansing involving the insertion of a long thick perforated hose up her ass, her expression was very thoughtful.

Meanwhile, Jennifer had watched Dara being led off and asked, “What will they do to her?”

Sharon explained about removing body hair and cleaning a girl out so she’d be sanitary for cooking or for various games. “Every spit muffin undergoes a daily cleaning, although we generally use automated self service equipment in the various private baths instead of the shower room hose,” Sharon explained. “It’s only polite to be clean if someone wants to play with your butt.”

Jennifer smiled knowingly. “That sounds like fun.”

It was, actually, Sharon reflected. Kinky, but fun. On the other hand, it didn’t look like kinky would be a problem for Jennifer.

Jennifer began to ask more questions about the ranch and Sharon politely responded, although a part of her attention was on Dawn’s antics. The woman was wriggling around (incidentally causing her large naked breasts to bobble in a most appetizing manner) rolling her eyes and making noises behind her gag. Since this was normal spit muffin play when restrained, Sharon thought nothing of it.

That is, until a husky sensuous voice piped up and two graceful female hands planted themselves firmly on Jennifer’s shoulders. “Hello, Jennifer,” Isabela said. “I see you’re up to your old tricks, pumping Sharon for information. Who’re you working for this time? The Tattler or the Enquirer?”

“I see you know this person, love,” Belinda said from next to her. “Since you are an international correspondent, I assume the familiarity is professional. Perhaps you should enlighten us further. And who is this young lady restrained next to her?”

Judging from the questions Isabela and Belinda were asking, Sharon decided Jennifer was feeling a mite uncomfortable. That was fine with Sharon, who was developing the feeling she’d just been had. If that turned out to be true, Jennifer was going to be more than a mite uncomfortable in the near future. Sharon’s temper started to heat up, and her voice got harder. “Yes, Jennifer,” she said in a grating tone, “maybe you should tell all of us just what’s going on, and maybe Dawn should speak for herself.”

“Jennifer is a bottom feeder,” Isabela said. “She gets into where she doesn’t belong then writes mud slinging trash pieces that make whatever she’s writing about to be really horrendous. She makes her money with fake exposes in those weeklies that have all the articles about space aliens wanting to steal the Moon or hire Donald Trump. Usually she works on celebrities. Now it appears you guys are the planned victims.”

Isabela was still holding Jennifer in place as Sharon reached over and unfastened Dawn’s ball gag. “Thank you,” the girl said after taking a moment to gather herself. “Uh… I kind of didn’t know I was coming, actually. I signed some papers Jennifer told me I had to sign to a model for her, then, the next thing I know, I ended up here.”

“She’s perfectly legal to cook,” Jennifer squeaked out. “She’s signed the releases.”

“That means nothing to me, dear,” Belinda said, with a hard look at Jennifer. “I have my own standards, and I certainly won’t cook a woman that’s been conned into the process.” Jennifer didn’t like what she saw in Belinda’s face.

Isabela smiled nastily. “Dawn’s just an excuse and a distraction. Oh, Jennifer planned on leaving her here and hoping you’d cook her, but she didn’t really care. The girl’s a sacrifice, and an unwitting one, I’ll bet. The whole point of the exercise was to get Jennifer in the ranch for another of her tell-all, toss-the-mud-around articles. I’ll bet she could stand to make a pretty penny from a piece done from inside the ranch. Hm? Couldn’t you, Jennifer?”

“That’s not true!” Jennifer screamed in her little girl voice. “That’s - - -oomph…” Sharon had taken the ball gag formerly in use by Dawn and had forcefully applied it to Jennifer. To wit: She jammed it between the bitch’s teeth.

Sharon, rising from her chair with a really, really pissed off expression, grabbed Jennifer’s hair and lifted her bodily out of the chair. Then, still holding Jennifer by the hair, frog marched the woman, complete with gag muffled squeals, into the house in search of some cuffs and other necessary implements, such as a paddle. It wasn’t long before smacks, screams, and wails floated out the glass doors onto the patio.

Listening to the racket with satisfaction, Belinda commented. “I really MUST compliment dearest Sharon. She’s caught her first bitch. I do hope she won’t bruise the meat too much. From what I could see of it, Jennifer had a very nicely plump and meaty ass.

“Now, dear,” Belinda continued, looking at Dawn, “the question of what should be done with you arises. Do you have any preferences?”

“I guess not,” Dawn said morosely. “I kind of lost my job when the cops raided the strip club and arrested Maxie. I don’t really have any place to go. If you guys will loan me some clothes, I’ll get out of your hair.”

Belinda lifted her out of her chair and enveloped her in a big hug. “Love, a body like yours shouldn’t be hidden by clothing. You can stay here for a while and I promise you’ll be safe. We don’t cook anybody in this house that isn’t a bitch or doesn’t want to be cooked.”

Dawn’s eyes widened at that. “WANT to be cooked!!??”

Belinda ignored Dawn’s reaction. “In fact, dear girl, there’s someone I want you to meet.

“Dawn,” she called, “would you come out here? I want you to meet someone.”

The girl that came out of the house was a short - shorter than Belinda - platinum blonde, with short cut, tousled hair and a very pleasant face. The stuff above the neck tended to be missed on the first survey, though, because she had a VERY well developed figure, with big, championship grade milk producing breasts, a nicely defined if slightly domed waistline and belly, and largish hips and thighs. In short, she was great material for feeding a nice sized block party. She was softer bodied than the rest of the women at the ranch, due to a severe allergy to exercise.

This was Dawn, the ranch pet, and her allergy to exercise posed absolutely no problem to anyone. Dawn had the endearing habit of pressing that plush figure up against any handy nude female body and gently rubbing herself against said tasty torso, much like a large cat welcoming petting. And she did like being stroked, again like the aforesaid cat. All the women at the ranch loved her, and Belinda particularly enjoyed having Dawn around. She said Dawn was quite relaxing.

When Dawn(1) saw Dawn(2) in Belinda’s arms, her eyes lit up and she made a soft sound. Dawn, again like a cat, was mostly quiet and seldom spoke. In true Dawn fashion she welcomed the other Dawn, now released from Belinda’s friendly hug, in her own inimitable fashion by gathering the girl into her arms for another tight hug.

With the matter of Dawns (1&2) settled, Belinda turned her attention to the noises coming from inside the house. The smacks and screams had turned into loud rhythmic squeals. “Dearest,” Belinda called into the house, “I do hope you’re using plenty of lubricant. I really don’t want to damage Jennifer.”

“No (slap) problem (slap), Belinda (slap),” came the reply. “I’ve (slap) got (slap) plenty (slap) of (slap) oil (slap) on it.” Background squeals intensified in time to the slaps.

“I think Sharon is playing a little game with Jennifer,” Belinda said to Isabela. “Shall we take a peek?”

The two looked into the living room, where, happily watched by a small group of muffins, Jennifer was tied down across the ottoman. Sharon was on the woman’s back and a long, thick plastic prick extended from her pubis down between Jennifer’s plump buttocks. The slapping was Sharon’s hips against Jennifer’s ass cheeks each time she slammed her butt.

“Wow,” Isabela said, her eyes wide, “That thing’s BIG!”

“No thicker than a heavy spit, love,” Belinda replied nonchalantly. “Although I am surprised that she takes it so easily.”

Right about then, Jennifer let go with a loud wail, punctuated by heavy gasps, and collapsed limply. To add to the fun, Sharon jammed the prong as far into Jennifer’s butt as she could, screwed up her face, moaned loudly, and had a huge orgasm herself. Then she just lay on the limp woman, moving her hips slightly to stir the shaft around in Jennifer’s ass. “That was fun,” Sharon said in the voice of a very sexually satisfied woman.

Jennifer raised her head limply and tried to look back over her shoulder. “It was,” she agreed. “Can you do it again, and spank me a little harder this time?”

Belinda, no stranger to advanced sexual athletics, was a bit shocked. Not Isabela. She just grinned and said, “Jennifer, you were always into kinky stuff. If you guys have another of those things, I’ll ride her for a while.”

Belinda opened a drawer in a nearby table and, after a bit of rooting around, fished out a plug-on like Sharon was using. It resembled a strap-on, but without the awkward straps. The long thick shaft was mounted on a padded U-shaped spring that went between the wearers thighs from the pubic mound to between the buttocks, and was secured by plugs that went into the wearer’s pussy and ass. With one of those, both parties in the fuck could have some fun and the device was heartily endorsed (not to mention heavily used) by all of the women in the ranch. Ask any muffin, and they’d tell you the plug-on was the best toy since the invention of the rubber ball - or the vibrator.

Belinda helped Isabela get into the plug-on, and the plug-on into her, handed her a large padded paddle (“Smarts, love, but no bruises.”) then bustled off to see about Dara. Behind her, the living room got noisy again.

She found Dara, freshly cleaned, inside and out, now lacking all hair except that on her head, and standing in Molly’s bedroom. She was between Molly and Melissa, using a hand to squeeze a breast on each girl, and still looking at them in wonder. “Well, dear,” Belinda said to her, “you look like you’re properly ready to be a good meal. We’ll have to wait a day or so, though, since we still have a good bit left from Betty. I do hope you won’t mind.”

Dara shook her head absently. “Oh, I don’t mind, Belinda,” she said in a preoccupied tone.

Dara stopped her breast fondling and approached Belinda decisively. “Belinda, could you make my breasts like theirs?”

Belinda nodded. “We do it all the time, love. Just a regular dose of the proper hormones for several weeks. However, I’m not entirely sure I want to do that to you. You really do have a nice little body, just made for the spit, you know.”

Dara looked down at her own chest. “Yeah… Well, it’d be much better with big meaty boobs and a little more flesh in the right places, too. I’d taste better after a few weeks of heavy orgasms, also. You said so yourself.”

She reached over and took Belinda’s hand, giving her an almost pleading look. “Belinda, I’ve always wanted a set like your girls have, and you can do it! Please? I know I’m meat, but I won’t care if I can have a big rack to show off when I ride a spit. You’re into granting fantasies. The girls have told me so. Would you grant mine?”

Belinda grew thoughtful and examined the anxious Dara. “I’ll have to think about that, dear,” she replied. “I really ought to cook you soon. Of course, I have to fit Jennifer into the schedule, too, which creates a bit of a problem. But I promise you I will think about it.”

She reached over and fondled Dara’s nicely shaped, if a bit small, breasts and ran her hands over the woman’s body, squeezing and tweaking at appropriate spots. “Hm. Really, Dara, dear, that might not be such a bad idea. I tell you what, I’ll start you on hormone therapy tomorrow and keep you on it until I’m ready to cook you. That might only be a few days, you understand, but I’ll think about it.”

Dara surprised Belinda with a happy squeal and a big hug. “Oh, thank you, Belinda! Thank you!”

As Belinda left the bedroom, she could hear Molly and Melissa starting to help Dara celebrate in traditional muffin fashion - on the bed. Really, she thought to herself, life was becoming just so complicated. Now she had two Dawns around the place (although Belinda didn’t really mind pets) and two nice pieces of free range meat to schedule for the menu.

Who to eat first? Dara or Jennifer? And what would those two be up to while they waited to become juicy filets? Dara, Belinda was reasonably certain, would simply wander around, squeezing big breasts, getting fucked, taking hormones up her ass and watching her boobs grow until it came time to cook her. But Jennifer? Hm.

Well, Jennifer demonstrated what she could get up to that night. For a change, she was alone in a bed. Belinda had assigned Jennifer and Dara the same bedroom, but Dara was “sleeping” somewhere else. No doubt, Jennifer thought with a catty sneer, with one or more women with hormone enhanced hooters.

Looking down at her own nicely sized natural pair, Jennifer felt a little complacent. She was, she was certain, in the milker category, if not quite in the category of Belinda or Sharon. Or - the thought inevitably continued, bringing a frown - in the category of most of the girls at the ranch that gave milk.

That sucked. She was thinking hard about survival, and one idea was to portray herself as a necessary addition to the milk herd. Not a good idea if she couldn’t provide the normal production of a milk muffin. Especially since the alternative was the meat herd, and she was dismally certain she was already in that category.

What to do? Escape, of course. It was late at night, the house had settled down, and things outside the bedroom door were dark. No better time than now to make a try. Suiting action to thought, Jennifer hopped out of bed and crept, the picture of stealthy nudity, down the bedroom wing hall.

It should be mentioned at this point that the huge living area of Belinda’s mansion was laid out in what is currently known as an “open floor plan”. To wit, every part of the main section, to include the wonderfully equipped kitchen, is visible from any part of the main room. The short hallway to the front door is quite visible, as are the glass doors on the far side of the room that led out to the patio, pool, and outdoor cooking area overlooking the ocean.

Quietly lying intertwined on one of the large couches were Dawns (1&2), as much of their soft bare flesh pressing gently together as possible. As was the way of both women, they were getting to know each other and carrying on a very soft voiced slow paced conversation that had been going on for some hours now. Occasionally it got sexual, but most of the time was spent by two people of like disposition enjoying close bodily contact and each other’s company. The two women were quite unnoticeable in the dark to someone with another purpose in mind.

Such a person was Jennifer, who, totally ignoring the rest of the room except to quickly survey it for obvious occupancy, completely missed the Dawns as she headed for the front door. Once at the front door, Jennifer found herself frustrated after a few moments’ effort. The electronic lock couldn’t be opened from the inside except by Belinda, Sharon, Ixinza, or Rosa.

The two Dawns silently watched Jennifer’s efforts at the front door. It was perfectly obvious what she was trying to do. Dawn (2) said, very quietly, “She’s trying to escape and I don’t want her to. I don’t like her. She’s a bitch.”

Dawn (1) replied, equally quietly, “I’ll go tell Sharon.”

As Jennifer crept by them to go try the patio doors, Dawn (2) shook her head slightly, held a finger to her lips and untangled herself from Dawn (1). Jennifer bent to try the lock on the glass doors, her attention totally concentrated on getting them open and slightly thwarted by the somewhat nonstandard lock.

Jennifer’s lack of attention to her surroundings was fortunate for Dawn (2). She silently rose from the couch and crept to the kitchen, lifting a large frying pan down from its overhead hook. She then stole, as noiselessly as Belinda on a stalk, up behind Jennifer, hefting the pan up to her shoulder in a baseball grip. Jennifer stood straight for a moment. CLANG!

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The next morning, as was her custom, Belinda was up disgustingly early to be greeted by an interesting and appetizing sight in the kitchen. It was Jennifer. Her ankles and wrists were tied together, then used to suspend her by a rope from a hook on the kitchen ceiling. Since Jennifer’s bottom happened to be facing Belinda when she came in to make her morning coffee, the sight that greeted Belinda was of a very plump and tasty looking pussy, framed by nice meaty thighs and buttocks.

Never at a loss in any situation, Belinda inserted her finger into Jennifer’s pussy, then took a taste of the juice. “Quite flavorful, Jennifer,” she commented. “However, I’m not quite ready to cook a girl yet. I do appreciate your effort, though.”

Jennifer’s response to these compliments was muffled by a ball gag.

Sharon, on the other hand, wasn’t muffled. Coming into the kitchen immediately after Belinda (a great position to be in if you wanted to watch Belinda’s marvelous ass wiggle), Sharon said ominously, “This wasn’t her idea, Belinda. The Dawns caught her trying to escape and hung her up there for the night.”

“Well, she simply can’t remain hanging around the kitchen,” Belinda replied firmly. “At the moment, she’s quite in the way while we prepare breakfast. Have her taken down and put in her room. I’ll imagine she wants some time to recover from her night’s adventures.”

The utterly sore, headachy ,and still groggy Jennifer could only agree. After being set on her feet, she staggered off to bed with absolutely no problem. “Pity the bitch will miss some of the morning’s fun,” Isabela said thoughtfully, watching Jennifer’s bare curves and making a few mental dinner selections from what looked to be some choice meat.

Dara was exited about her first morning at Belinda’s. First of all, she was no longer standing bound on the patio with a rod up her pussy. Second, the food was wonderfully succulent. Belinda certainly had a way with flavoring girl meat and was a far better cook than she was. Finally, she was working on her fantasy of finally growing a pair of big twins.

Dara’s feelings on the matter of becoming a ranch feast were crystallized by blonde, big breasted Molly last night while they were talking in bed. “Sure, I know I’m going to end up on a carving platter,” Molly had told her, “but so what? We’ve all gotta go sometime, and this way I know everything about the process, including the fact that Belinda makes it something special. It’s always been my fantasy to be a gourmet meal and the ranch is more fun than I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve got no worries and I’m having a blast. Relax, Dara, you will too.”

Dara took Molly’s advice to heart. The only question was how much time she was going to have to grow her own eye-popping set of tits like Molly. Dara hoped Belinda let her have enough time to develop a spectacular rack like the others she saw bouncing around.

She got to check out one of those racks first hand when she was allowed to help with the morning milking. When one of the muffins got on hands and knees in front of her, Rosa showed her how to start the milk flowing then gently milk a woman’s breasts. She had a pleasant chat with the milk muffin as she was giving each breast an alternate squeeze to express the milk.

After a light breakfast (Girl bacon. Yum!), Dara joined a line of women waiting for their hormone injections. She found out the injections were actually administered from a long stemmed squeeze bulb with the plastic stem inserted up her ass. She joined a group of five girls that mounted a platform and sat on a long backless bench with a gorgeous view of the ocean. There were five prongs about seven inches long, one for each girl. Dara sat down carefully on hers and it began vibrating as soon as it was fully inserted in her pussy. After a few moments enjoying the view and the vibes, she felt someone behind her inserting the long oily tube of a bulb up her ass. As the contents of the bulb were squeezed inside her with a rush, she experienced a mild orgasm. What a way to take your medicine!

Then she donned a sports bra and joined a group of otherwise nude muffins for a morning aerobics session. Afterwards, everyone shucked the sweaty bras and dived into the pool for a cool down. The whole thing was pleasant, friendly and quite enjoyable. Very pastoral. Dara could see what Molly meant, and she intended to spend the rest of the day squeezing and hefting every breast on the ranch for comparison purposes.

Isabela wasn’t in the aerobics group. Although she normally enjoyed exercise, she wanted to watch this session and enjoy the sight of a group of highly curvy women bending, bobbing, and such like. Quite tasty and very stimulating.

Isabela was seated at one of the patio tables with Belinda, with Dawn (1) curled on the patio next to Belinda’s chair, her head leaning on Belinda’s bare thigh. The two at the table were having a companionable cup of coffee while they enjoyed the view of the ocean and the muffin exercise session. “You know, love,” Belinda told Isabela, “I do believe I’ll leave Dara in the herd and let her develop. The girl so wants to improve her body and she seems to be fitting in quite well.”

“I agree, Belinda,” Isabela said. “I do hope you have other plans for Jennifer, though.”

Belinda smiled. “Oh, yes, dear. I have a spit just waiting for her.

“Speaking of that,” Belinda added, turning her attention fully to Isabela, “I’ve been considering your request to fully join in the fun. Would you like to participate in a role play roasting this afternoon?”

The thought of being on a spit over the heat made Isabela a bit nervous for a moment, then her anticipation sharpened and her fantasies gave her a tingle. She decided to agree before she could chicken out of the idea. “Sounds like a plan, Belinda,” she said with an answering smile.

Jennifer woke up after three or four hours in bed. She was still somewhat achy from hanging by her wrists and ankles all night, but her headache was nearly gone, thanks to some aspirin. Lying there, she decided it was time to make another try for the Great Outdoors. If she stayed here, she was meat. If she got loose, she could get her money out of the bank and be far, far away as soon as she got to an airport or the boat of a drug smuggling friend. One or two articles outing Belinda and the rest of the cows here, even without pictures, and she’d be solvent again.

Creeping out of her room, she carefully surveyed the hall. Empty. Next the front hall. Empty. Everyone seemed to be gathered on the patio. She carefully crept into the little undressing room next to the front door and found her clothes. She could put them on as soon as she was outside this accursed mansion. She decided to ignore the front door. It was probably wired. Look for a window to open. She tried several, then found one that led outside and appeared to be unlocked.

She had one bare shapely leg outside the window and was sliding the rest of her naked body out when a very unwelcome voice said, “I’m really getting tired of this.” Sharon!

Yep, Sharon.

The naked body sliding out the window reversed itself and the bare shapely leg retracted inside all in one smooth movement. Sharon pointed towards the patio and Jennifer obeyed with a dark scowl.

“House security system again?”

Sharon smiled grimly. “House security system again.”

“Patio?”

“Patio.”

“Up on the table?”

“Up on the table.”

“Hog-tie?”

“Hog-tie.”

It wasn’t long before Jennifer found herself bound and gagged again. To add a bit of variety, she wasn’t on her back. Instead, she was hog-tied on her belly on a table, wrists and ankles tied together behind her. Jennifer was acutely aware of the fact the posture made her buttocks quite prominent. Great, all she needed was to have her naked body on display in front of a bunch of woman eating females with her ass looking like it would make a really, really meaty roast. Things sucked.

At least the view was good. There appeared to be two women being prepared for spit roasting. Real or role play? One was Isabela. Probably role play. She didn’t think Belinda ate guests. Belinda was very courteous that way.

Jennifer staunchly ignored what looked to be her future and settled down to (uncomfortably, given her position) watch. Then she felt soft fingers firmly spreading her bottom cheeks and the tip of a long, long, very long nozzle sliding up her ass. The gush of a fluid inside her was accompanied by Belinda’s sweet, chiming voice. “Here you go, dear. This little mixture will help you enjoy the day. It enhances your sexual desire and makes it easier for you to orgasm.”

Belinda’s next comment did absolutely no good for Jennifer’s mood. “Orgasm induced endorphins make your meat ever so much more succulent, love.”

Isabela was nervous. She couldn’t help herself. Here she was, lying naked on her belly on the preparation table with curvy Molly, just as lusciously bare, close next to her. They were both oiled up, inside and out, with their hair put up and Molly’s big breasts bound so they wouldn’t flop. In short, they were both ready to spit and go over the heat. Isabela was dealing with dueling emotions: sexual excitement at living a fantasy conflicting with a little panic at being tied, spitted, and rotating over the cooking heat. Relax, she told herself, it’s just role play. Herself told her right back that it was a real two part spit, real heat, and girls really got cooked that way. More nerves ensued.

Ixinza came and stood in front of Isabela so she could be seen easily. She was carrying two large poles, one tipped with a short plastic penis and the other tipped with a much longer one. “These are the two halves of a two part hypermagnetic spit,” Ixinza began, with just a trace of her Cuban accent. “The front half with the short tip goes in your mouth, while the longer one goes in the other end. You’ll enjoy that part, because the plastic part has an electro-stimulator in it. Those are some wild sensations once we turn it on. When we flip the switch, there will be a very strong magnetic current linking the two. You’ll feel like you have a solid spit through you, but there won’t be any damage or pain, and it’ll support you like a solid spit. Just about every one of us has ridden this spit and really enjoyed it, so don’t worry, OK?”

Isabela nodded dubiously, and opened her mouth to have the front part inserted. She opened her legs, and someone efficiently inserted the bottom half up - WAY up- her, then her arms were tied to her sides and her legs tied to the spit. She was starting to get that “I am meat.” feeling and it was very unsettling.

Ixinza stood in front of her again, holding what looked like a large butt plug. “We’re going to put this in your ass. It’s also got an electo-stimulator in it, but it’s really safety equipment. The meat thermometer sticking out of its base monitors your body temperature so you don’t overheat. We want you a little delirious, but we don’t want to take a chance on heat stroke.”

That was a relief.

Isabela felt soft female hands spread her round buttocks and the plug was fully inserted. She mentally gulped. She was ready to go over the heat. Other hands lifted her gently and placed her spit in the rotisserie. The pits were arranged so she could see Molly, rotating on her stick in front of her. Molly was facing away from her so she got a unique panorama of Molly from the feet up, slowly starting to turn. As Isabela started to turn, she could feel the heat and the tingle in her hips. The sensations and the whole situation started to get to her.

Molly was already into the zone. She’d ridden a role play spit before, and was more than ready to do it for real. It wasn’t her time for cooking yet, but this was a wild substitute. She just let herself go. Since the front part of the two part spit didn’t block her vocal cords, she was able to make noise, and she really wanted to announce what she was feeling. Before long, she began squealing loudly as orgasms rippled up from her hips and began convulsing her body.

Watching the superbly beautiful sight of two curvy women turning on spits, reflected light gleaming off the oil covering their bodies as they rotated, their flesh rippling with strong orgasms, Sharon breathed to Belinda, “I always enjoy this part. A woman on a spit is so sexy and exciting. Doing two of them like this lets us hear both women sounding off.”

Belinda replied, “Nothing squeals like a woman on a spit, dearest, and I do enjoy hearing the music they’re making in stereo.”

Despite the fact this was going to be her fate, Jennifer also got into the mood of the occasion. She could see the two women turning on their spits, hear the squeals, and smell their girl juices as they dripped into the warm catch pan. The whole thing was overwhelming, and she could feel herself start to drip as she responded.

Plump curvy Rosa, giving the situation a little thought, grabbed a long thick vibrator and pattered over to Jennifer. Turning it on, she pushed the vibrator between Jennifer’s soft meaty thighs and up into the woman’s pussy. “T’is no bigger t’an a spit,” she said. “You otta enjoy.”

Jennifer did. It was only a few moments before she was sounding off along with the other two.

Dara had been watching. Gradually, she was falling into the sensual atmosphere of the two women squealing and moaning as they turned over the heat. Dara knew she was destined for the same, more permanent experience, but she decided she didn’t care. The whole situation was just too erotic. Her hand stole down to the juncture of her thighs, but another gently pushed it away. “You don’t need to do that here,” Rosa’s voice said in Mexican Spanish. “There’s always someone around to do it for you if you’ll do the same for them.”

Dara carefully studied Rosa’s abundant body and licked her lips. The thought of nibbling and sucking on Rosa’s large breasts was so, so appealing. “We do it together?” she replied in Cuban accented Spanish.

“Si.” The word was breathed softly, like a sigh.

“There’s a couch over there. Come on.”

At the right time, the two squirming, moaning women were removed from their spits and put on large platters on their backs, their legs doubled back with their knees nearly touching their shoulders. Sharon was first up with Molly. She looked at the woman’s clenching, sopping wet juicy pussy and licked her lips. Then she dived in. It wasn’t long before both Molly and Isabela were proclaiming loudly that they really, really enjoyed the treatment after the roasting as much as the roasting.

Jennifer wasn’t left out, either. Ixinza helped her roll on her side, her arms and legs still tied together behind her, and Jennifer opened her smoothly fleshed thighs to give Ixinza plenty of room. Ixinza took advantage of the offer and the tasty snack presented between those thighs. Jennifer began to add her own voice to the chorus of approval from the other two women.

Later on, Molly and Isabela were soothing overexcited bodies in the hot tub. Jennifer was still bound on the table, but weak and limp from her sexual exertions. Everyone else was languidly relaxed as well.

Belinda strolled casually over to Jennifer and began to massage a plump soft buttock with one hand as she thoughtfully considered the situation. When to cook Jennifer? What about Dara? She took note of the fact that Dara and Rosa were still wrapped up in each other, resting companionably. That helped her make her decision. “Sharon, dearest,” she called.

“Over here, Belinda,” came the response from nearby, “but don’t ask me to move. I’m way too relaxed.”

Looking around, she found Sharon reclining in one of the pool loungers. In loungers pulled close on either side were Dawn (1) and Dawn (2). They were kneeling facing backwards on the loungers with their heads on Sharon’s breasts. The Dawns were each mouthing one of Sharon’s nipples and there was obviously a lot of tongue work happening, judging from Sharon’s expression. The tableau quite intrigued Belinda. “That does look very interesting, dearest,” she said.

Sharon nodded languidly. “Never had ‘em both done at the same time before. I really recommend it.”

Belinda nodded. “I’ll have to try that, dearest. Meanwhile, I need to see to a few housekeeping details. Please don’t interrupt what they are doing, lover. That looks too enjoyable.”

Looking down at the soft smooth flesh of Jennifer’s buttocks, Belinda nodded to herself. “I think we’ll put you in the cage tonight,” she told the limp bound woman. “That will take care of you. Now I have to see to other details.”

Belinda walked over to the three chairs containing Sharon and the Dawns. “Dawn?”

Both Dawns shifted their heads slightly and cut their eyes back at Belinda while continuing their mouth work on Sharon’s nipples. “The second Dawn,” Belinda said. “I’ve decided you can stay here indefinitely. To earn your keep, I’m going to dose you so we can make good use of those excellent breast of yours. You’ll be giving milk with the rest of the milk girls in a few days. After that, you can take your time and make up your mind what you want to do with your future.”

Dawn (2) lifted her head momentarily so she could speak. “Thank you, Belinda,” she said earnestly. “I’m really enjoying it here, more than anyplace else I’ve ever been.”

“That’s wonderful, love,” Belinda replied. “Now I think I’ll find a couple of the girls and relax for a while.”

After Belinda left, Sharon put a companionable arm around each Dawn’s shoulders. “Just keep on what you’re doing, girls,” she said. “This is a pretty good way to spend part of a lazy afternoon.”

That night, Jennifer was sitting disconsolately on her bed in the cell in the basement - the “cage”. She was contemplating a rather bleak future, since she really had no desire to end up as a plate of girl chops. On the other hand, she was both a good bit mellow and very horny. She’d been given a large bottle of wine which she’d hit hard, accounting for the mellow feeling. The horny part was because the wine was spiked with Belinda’s favorite sex drug, guaranteed to make a woman ready to fuck a fire plug.

Jennifer was beginning to look thoughtfully and a bit desperately at the neck of the wine bottle, wondering how much of it she could fit up her pussy, when she heard someone in the dark cellar outside the range of her cell lights. It was Dara and Isabela, and both were wearing plug-ons.

Dara cupped her breasts and said, “Belinda just told me she’s not going to cook me until I grow a full sized set of tits.”

“Wonderful,” Jennifer replied in disgruntled tones. “I’m elated for you. I’m sure you and your big tits will be delicious.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will be,” Dara said with breathy enthusiasm. “Sex makes a girl taste ever so much better, and I’m going to get as much as I can so I can taste great. I’m dinner anyhow, so I want to have as much fun as I can before then.”

Rolling her eyes upward in disgust, Jennifer nodded ironically.

“Belinda told us you’d probably be in need of a good fuck,” Isabela spoke up. “Dara and I grabbed these and went down to see if you’d like them.” As she spoke, she grabbed her plug-on by the shaft and waggled it. “How about it?”

Jennifer had a hand between her thighs and the fingers were quite damp. “YES! Come on in!”

Isabela shook her head knowingly. “Oh, no, Jennifer. You’re too good of an escape artist. Back your butt up to the bars and get on your hands and knees, I’m sure we can work something out for you.”

Jennifer was off the bunk in a flash. It only took a moment for her to get on hands and knees with the backs of her thighs and her butt pressing tightly to a gap in the bars. She slid her lower legs between other bars to get her pussy closer and more accessible. “Ready,” was all she said.

Dara knelt down and slid the shaft of her plug-on forward and deep up Jennifer’s pussy. “Here you go,” she said as she started pumping. Very soon, gasps, moans and other interesting sound effects filled the darkened basement.. Finally, Dara slammed her hips against the bar and let loose with a loud rising moan. Jennifer answered with a shriek.

Isabela calmly waited her turn, enjoying her view of the action. As Dara slid out of Jennifer with a sigh, she took Jennifer’s place. “My turn,” she said as she grabbed Jennifer’s bare hips. “I think I’ll try something else.”

Jennifer’s mouth opened in a huge gasp and her eyes flew wide as the oily shaft of Isabela’s plug-on rammed up her ass a full eight inches. “Have fun, Jennifer,” Isabela said. “I know I will.” This time, instead of moans and such, the noises were all squeals and screams.

The next morning after milking, exercise, etc. was completed, Jennifer was just hanging around the kitchen. Literally. She was again suspended by bound ankles and wrists from a hook on the ceiling. With a ball gag in her mouth. Around her, Ixinza and Rosa were bustling around the kitchen with several of the muffins helping, all busy with the various tasks necessary before a woman was cooked. Quite a normal domestic scene. Four or five nude women puttering around the kitchen with another nude woman hanging off to one side. A very domestic situation - for Belinda’s.

Jennifer was somewhat placid about the whole thing, a result of Dara and Isabela banging her in various apertures for half the night. She was also, to her own amazement, still horny, a result of Belinda’s drugged wine. At any rate, she was happy whenever someone stroked some delicious looking part of her bare body, inside or out, and content to wait between times. It wasn’t like hanging around the kitchen was unusual for her. At least her position gave her a unique viewpoint on the world.

Rosa walked over to where Jennifer was hanging, her highly curvy naked body jiggling and joggling with every step, and gave the suspended woman’s rear aspect a thoughtful examination. Patting and squeezing Jennifer’s thighs and bottom, she commented, “Some good meat here. T’ese t’ighs cook up very tender.” Inserting a finger and pulling it out to taste the juice, she continued, “Nice taste to t’is pussy, too.”

Dawn (2) wandered into the kitchen about that time and took an interest in Rosa’s examination. She quite enjoyed the idea of Jennifer (who was planning to abandon her to a cooking spit) winding up on said spit instead. She also inserted a finger to taste the girl juice. “Um. Good flavor, but it needs something.”

Walking over to the wine rack, she chose a nice Riesling (slightly fruity and a bit dry). Next, she took out the cork with a corkscrew then thoughtfully stripped the paper off the bottle neck. Returning to Jennifer’s rear end - hanging conveniently at shoulder height - Dawn (2) eyed the nicely presented pussy for a second, then inserted the bottle into Jennifer as far up her cunt as she could. Tipping the bottle slightly to begin emptying the wine into the hanging woman, she remarked to Rosa, “Ought to add just the right touch of flavor.”

Watching the proceedings, Ixinza commented with a bit of surprise, “I’ve never seen that done.”

“I’ve wanted to do something like this ever since she tried to get me cooked,” Dawn (2) returned. Noting the bottle appeared to have quit draining, she carefully removed it to avoid spilling the remaining wine, then took a vibrator from a nearby kitchen drawer (Belinda’s kitchen was fully equipped), turned it on, and inserted it into Jennifer. “This ought to help things along.”

Ixinza nodded with bemused understanding. “The girl juice will marinate the wine very nicely. Thanks, Dawn. We’ll sit her on a bowl and drain the wine and juices before we spit her, but that will be one really nicely flavored cunt steak.” Jennifer was already moaning and clenching her pussy.

It wasn’t all that long before Jennifer found herself on her belly on the cooking island, ready to spit. Rosa took a thick turkey baster full of melted butter and inserted it up Jennifer’s juicy pussy. Squeezing the bulb, Rosa said, “Little added touch.”

Ixinza nodded her thanks as she finished pushing stuffing (spiced breading and some chopped breast meat, all flavored by the wine/girl juice mix) up Jennifer’s ass. “There,” she announced as she stuffed a bulbous vibrator between Jennifer’s ass cheeks to hold the stuffing in place, “all ready to go.”

Shortly thereafter, Jennifer had the front half of the two part spit in her mouth and the back half about eight inches up her cunt. She was oiled up, her legs and arms were tied off , hair put up, and breasts tied together. She was ready to mount on the rotisserie.

Everyone was on the patio. They clapped as Jennifer was brought out on her pole and put on the rotisserie of the electric barbecue. Ixinza turned on the heat, and Jennifer began to cook. Watching Jennifer begin to rotate and squirm on her pole as the electric stimulator in her cunt and vibrator in her ass began their work, Isabela commented to Sharon, “So this is for real. Wow, I’ve never seen a girl barbecued before! This is really exciting.”

Sharon smiled at her knowingly. “It gets better. I love watching a cooking girl, too. Take my advice and pick out a partner now. Once Jennifer’s finally gone, the show will make you really ready to play. We’ll have plenty of time for some fun before she’s ready to serve.”

Isabela thought about that for a moment, then surveyed the assembled group of naked women.

Sharon took her own advice and looked around, then walked between the two Dawns, who were fascinated at Jennifer’s smooth oily curves rotated over the heating coils, her body squirming in an exciting and sensuous show. Sharon reached down and cupped a large plump smooth buttock in either hand. Squeezing the soft meat gently, she asked the pair, “Ladies, feel like having some fun after she’s gone?”

By way of answer, each Dawn reached down and began fondling one of Sharon’s bare ass cheeks.

Fully aware of what was happening, Jennifer decided she didn’t care anymore. She was beyond panic now. There was no point to it. She was meat on a stick. Instead, the sensations in her ass and pussy were far more important. Her stretched out body began to ripple and convulse as sensation had its way and huge orgasms wracked her. As the heat slowly built up, Jennifer could hear the spatter of her girl juices on the catch pan and could start to smell the wonderful aroma of a girl cooking as the heat slowly, ever so slowly, came up. The smell was her cooking and she knew it. She began to squeal and moan as the orgasms grew heavier, the sounds she was making growing louder with each blast of orgasm. The spit, the heat, the basting brush, and the stimulation in her hips became her world… and it was wonderful.

Dara and Isabela were standing on either side of the barbecue, basting Jennifer with long handled brushes, occasionally dipping the brush into the flavorful juices in the catch pan then lifting it to coat a breast, thigh buttock or her pubic mound. They were getting a squirming, rippling response each time they brushed a sensitive part on the cooking woman and both Dara and Isabela were enjoying how horny that made them. They eyed each other across Jennifer’s slowly rotating hips and an understanding was reached.

Watching the splendid show Jennifer was giving, Sharon commented softly, “That’s a wonderful pole dance, and the music she’s making is fabulous.”

Dawn (1) nodded quietly, then turned, pressing the entire plush front of her bare body against Sharon’s naked flesh. She wrapped Sharon in her arms and gave her a soul deep kiss. Sharon didn’t have time to recover as Dawn backed off, because the other Dawn repeated the performance. Life, Sharon reflected from the depths of the second kiss, was good.

Belinda moved through the grappling, squirming pairs and trios of naked women happily checking that everyone was enjoying themselves. Judging from the moans, panting, squeals and one full throated scream, it appeared that all of the sweet dears were having fun. This was her small community and she was its mistress, but she always preferred that her girls have a good time while they were here. She reached down beneath Molly’s nicely rounded buttocks and stuck a finger up the girl as the was occupied with Melissa beneath her. There was a loud gasp, a clench, and Belinda pulled her finger back wet. Sucking the tasty juice from it, Belinda reflected Molly was just about ripe. She’d be ready to cook next time they needed some meat.

Belinda regarded Dara and Isabela, still basting the now still Jennifer and came to a pleasant decision. “Ladies,” she called, “I think Jennifer won’t need much attention for a while and I have something else in mind. Would the two of you care to join me?”

Dara reached her first. Greatly daring, she tentatively squeezed one of Belinda’s large round breasts for the first time. “Do you think I’ll ever get this big, Belinda?”

Belinda smiled and reached out her arms to gather in both Dara and Isabela. “Of course, dear,” Belinda told Dara with a smile. “After all, Belinda’s ranch is all about realizing your fantasies.”