Belinda 15: Belinda and the Reluctant Oven Stuffer by Leo

Belinda and the Reluctant Oven Stuffer

by Leo

As we frequently do, we open this little Belinda adventure with a small number of naked women. It’s always fun to do that.

The scene is an expensive apartment somewhere in Downtown South Beach. Two totally nude women on the short side of thirty are arguing with each other. Both are brunettes with TV game show girl good looks and Miami hardbody figures to which time had added about ten gorgeous pounds apiece. In other words, these dames are in their early thirties and have really killer bodies. Tied across the coffee table next to them is a slightly plump black haired girl, also nude, butt in the air. Viewing the bound girl from the rear reveals that someone, presumably one or both of the two talkers, has made liberal use of a strap-on in both apertures of the girl’s conveniently presented rear end. A closer view of plump smooth buttock flesh also shows that the spatula lying on the table nearby has been used rather enthusiastically as a paddle.

It should be noted that the girl is quietly and energetically working on the carelessly loose binding of one wrist while the two women are having their discussion.

“Brici,” Vi said, hands on hips, “sure we’ve had a lot of fun with this cow, but now we need to cook her. You need to take her in the bathroom and slaughter her while I get everything ready in the kitchen.”

“ME!” Brici responded with some heat. “I’ve never slaughtered anything, let alone a girl! Why don’t you do it?!”

“Well I certainly don’t know anything about butchering a meat animal,” Vi responded with perfect reason, crossing her arms under her breasts with the air of someone making an irrefutable point. “But I have a book that tells me everything I need to know about how to cook her.

“We both agree that buying girl meat is getting expensive. Look at how much good meat that cow has! She’ll save us a bundle! All you have to do is cut her throat in the tub, then gut her. I’ll help you cut her up for parts, then do the cooking for dinner.”

“That’s way too messy for me! YOU do it! YOU lured her in here!”

“Well, she’s YOUR niece!”

The discussion got more energetic between Brici and Vi, to the complete exclusion of any attention towards the subject under discussion, i.e. the aforesaid cow. While both women were heatedly discussing her immediate future, the girl decided her presence wasn’t actually required for the conversation. Accordingly, she finished untying herself and tiptoed quietly to, and through, the front door. She didn’t bother to stop and pick up her clothes or take out the ball gag. This was Miami, after all.

It was another five minutes before Brici and Vi paused in their argument long enough to discover its subject had departed for parts unknown.

In another part of town, Sharon was relaxing at a table on the beach front patio of a kitchy Tiki bar that had a great lunch and some really decent drinks. She’d met a good friend, Lorna Paten, for lunch and was now just taking her time after a good meal that didn’t for a change, feature girl meat. (Hey, everyone likes an occasional change of menu.) Lorna had to go back to the modeling agency she owned after lunch but Sharon remained, using the time in a little relaxed contemplation of the beach and the Atlantic. She wasn’t ready, quite yet, to go back to managing Belinda’s spit muffins.

By way of explanation, Lorna was president of the Society of Lilith, an almost underground power organization for women. To get in, a candidate had to get passed over - for whatever reason - in four quarterly choosings, held at a beach party on a private Caribbean island. Those chosen got cooked to feed the party. Those passed over became full members.

None of this is relevant to the story, but it’s nice to know.

What IS relevant and important to the story is Sharon’s background. She was a tall brunette with a figure built to match her height (38D-28-38 on a very well toned body) and a highly pragmatic nature. Although originally captured as a really tasty main dish for one of Belinda’s avidly cannibalistic family get-togethers, Sharon now held a different status. Belinda, by the way, was forty something, blonde, drop dead gorgeous with a knockout figure, a supreme predator, and had a pretty dotty personality. Sharon was Belinda’s bosom (pun intended) companion, manager of her meat ranch and dairy, and forewoman of the resident herd of spit muffins. Spit muffins were well built women that provided the dairy’s milk and the ranch’s meat because they held the fantasy of becoming a gourmet dinner. Sharon considered spit muffins to be absolutely crazy.

For her luncheon today, Sharon was dressed as she usually was when away from the ranch, in very short cutoffs and a sleeveless collared work shirt somewhat unbuttoned to show a lot of cleavage and tied under her bountiful breasts to show the tight midriff of which she was quite proud. The costume was actually conservative on the patio, where most women were in barely legal, fashionably daring swimsuits that occasionally covered something.

Sharon continued to nurse her Hurricane Swirl as she mellowed out, contemplating the water, the beach, and the tasty display of succulent female flesh around her. She didn’t have that much interest in the women. Back at the ranch, all women were nude by Belinda’s decree, their delicious looking meat on permanent display. Frankly, muffins showed more appetizing figures than the crowd in the bar, a consequence of Belinda’s hormone treatments, nature, and the fact that the dominant type in the bar was the slender curvy Miami hardbody type Sharon detested.

Of course, Sharon noted, there were occasional exceptions. Take that blonde headed her way in the somewhat conservative one piece swimsuit. Nearly forty or so with a very appealing, experienced face. The blonde had nicely meaty thighs, a well rounded body, and large enough breasts to qualify her for the ranch’s milk herd. Looked like they’d be fun to play with, too. The blonde was a vary nice candidate for the grill, when all was said and done.

Sharon was enjoying a brief fantasy of the blonde on a spit when she realized just who it was coming her way. “Kate?”

“Hi, Sharon,” the blonde replied in a slightly hesitant voice. “Long time no see.”

The two got up and hugged, enjoying the pleasure of old friends that hadn’t seen each other for a while. Then they settled down to catch up on how each other was doing. Kate’s story was a little - check that, a LOT - more dismal. “…so, after a while, my TV career has completely crashed. I haven’t had a call in a long time, I’m out of money, and I really only have one idea about what to do next.”

Kate gave Sharon a piercing look, then continued, “Sharon, honey, I know you’re close to Belinda, and I’ve heard all about her. I’ve got a question.”

Kate got out of her chair and turned to display her back and a very nicely meaty bottom. Looking over her shoulder, she asked a flabbergasted Sharon, “Do you think Belinda will accept me as a spit muffin?”

Several hours later, Sharon was in close, soft voiced conversation with Belinda. As was the rule at the ranch (really Belinda’s fabulous one story mansion on a cliff south of Miami and overlooking a secluded private beach on the Atlantic), both were nude. In fact, every woman in the place - and there were only women in the place - was nude. Belinda liked to read the menu.

The subject of the conversation was Kate. “So you see, Belinda,” Sharon was saying as they curled up together on the big living room couch, “I’m not really sure I want to do this. She’s been my friend for a long time and she’s going through a rough period at the moment. That swimsuit she was wearing and what was in her suitcase were all she owned. She rode over with me because she didn’t have a car any more and she was thrown out of her place today for nonpayment of rent.”

Sharon shook her head for a second then went on, “She’s hit bottom and she’s so depressed, I’m not sure she knows what she’s thinking. I wouldn’t feel good at any time eating a friend, but Kate’s really out of it. I don’t think she’s really capable enough to decide to settle in here as meat on the hoof.”

It should be noted that there was a third member of the conversation. His (the only guy in the place) name was Pink, A.K.A. Belinda’s Pink Pussy, a cat that actually looked pink in the right light. He was a rescue from the local pound and now considered himself lord and master of the ranch, the muffins, and all he surveyed. A complete hedonist, he loved the taste of girl meat and was currently curled in Belinda’s lap wondering when she’d put someone on to eat.

Belinda nodded thoughtfully, stroked Pink, and replied in her pleasantly musical voice, “I fully understand, dearest. I wouldn’t really want her under those circumstances, anyhow, even though she’s got fine meat. We can’t very well turn her out, either.

“Well,” Belinda continued with a bit of a sigh, “it won’t be the first time we’ve harbored strays. Let’s see how she feels after a few weeks. In the meantime, she can join the milk herd to defray expenses. Where is she at the moment?”

Sharon looked towards the back with a little smile. “I didn’t know what else to do with her, so I brought her here and told the girls to give her the full preparation as a muffin. She’s back there getting washed up, cleaned out, and having her body hair removed. By now, I’d guess, somebody’s giving her pussy a tongue lashing.”

It wasn’t long before a group of four women came from the back of the house. The one in the middle was Kate, looking freshly washed, a bit bow legged, and slightly stunned. Sharon waved her over and she sat on the easy chair nearby. “Wow!” was her first word. “I’ve never had my pussy eaten like that!”

Her second word was, “Is that cat pink?”

Rolling her eyes, Sharon nodded yes to the inevitable question, one asked by all that were new to the ranch. Then she got back to business. “Around here,” Sharon replied with a wry smile, “eating your pussy has a slightly different meaning than the one you meant. You might want to say one of the girls has been nibbling your pussy, but just wait until someone gives you the whole treatment, with tongue, fingers and toys. Trust me, girl, while you’re here, you’re going to have sex with so many women you won’t believe it and get a plastic shaft in every hole you’ve got.”

Kate got a little wide eyed at that, then shook her head philosophically. “Well, I USED to be straight, anyway. Now I’m looking forward to trying the other side. At least my butt has been cleaned out if someone wants to try it. I’ve never had a deep enema like that one.”

She wriggled a bit uncomfortably in her chair. “And I’ve NEVER had someone follow up the enema by running a soft brush three feet up my ass to finish the job!”

“All part of the lifestyle, dear,” Belinda said briskly. “Now stand up. I want to examine you.”

A momentary uneasiness showed on Kate’s face, but she compliantly followed Belinda’s instructions. A moment later, she was standing erect, feet together and hands by her sides as Belinda walked around her, examining her bare body from all angles.

Pink also walked around Kate, studying her meat with professional expertise as well as sniffing for pheromones. He gave a sidewise glance at Sharon, but her return glare told him he wasn’t going to be allowed to nip off a free taste of this one.

“Well,” Belinda said, “you really need to tone up your body, and our daily aerobic sessions will do that nicely. That’s how Sharon got such a tight figure.”

Kate’s eyes flitted momentarily to Sharon’s nude body, and there was a trace of envy in them. However, it didn’t last long, since Belinda was cupping and hefting one of Kate’s large breasts. “Hm. I think I’ll put you in the milk herd. You’ll get your first dose of hormones tomorrow morning and be producing milk by the end of the week. The rest of your body is nicely meaty, love, and very well shaped. Just a little out of tone. Upper arms will make good beach grill material, and your hip cutlets are nicely thick.”

Kate’s eyes widened a bit as Belinda squeezed her pubic mound. “Very plump meat here, which is good. I’ll test your pussy in a moment. First the thighs, which…” Belinda squeezed Kate’s inner thigh. “are well suited to a group dinner. Turn around, dear.

“Yes, the backs of the thighs are good, just a little excess cellulite, but that will go away. Calves excellent - they’ll make great drumsticks. Buttocks…” Heft and squeeze. “Oh, yes, very well shaped with lots of good meat for steaks or a rump roast.”

Belinda spread Kate’s buttocks for a look at her bottom hole. “Well, you need a little work here, but I dare say you won’t have a problem in a week or so. A lot of the girls like a nice round rump. Bend over, dear… Yes, very meaty outer pussy lips and…” Index finger up Kate’s cunt. “You have a nicely juicy pussy. Very tender.

“On the whole,” Belinda said as she finished her meat inspection and licked her finger (Why waste the juice?), “you’ll be a very nice addition to the herd. Welcome to the ranch, Kate. I’ll get Ixinza or Rosa to settle you into a room.”

“Put her in with me, Belinda,” Sharon said. “We’re friends and I’ll break her in easy.

“In fact,” Sharon added as she stood up, took Kate’s hand, and began to lead her off, “we’ll get started on the breaking in right now. Those breasts look mighty tasty, girl, and I want some of that pussy.”

Kate let her self be led off with a slightly apprehensive look on her face. There was also an undertone of anticipation.

An hour or so later, Kate and Sharon were lying on Sharon’s big bed, arms gently around each other, the soft bare skin of their nude bodies softly pressed together and slightly sweaty, the picture of sated relaxation. Kate nestled her head against Sharon’s bare shoulder and said softly, “Whew. I’ve never had any of that done to me before, but it was fun.”

Sharon’s reply was a little amused. “It sounded like it, but you’re no virgin and don’t tell me you’ve never had it in the ass, either.”

Kate giggled. “Well, yes, but I’ve never had so much plastic shoved up me. Or any plastic, come to think of it. You’re my first female sex partner. I’ve never sucked another girl’s tits either.”

Sharon snorted. “Well, you’ll get plenty of chances to do that from here on, and don’t be surprised if you get an occasional mouthful of milk when you do it, either. Especially since you’re going to be in the milk herd, too.”

Kate got a little pensive. “Uh, yeah. Ah… then I get my big day in the kitchen. Is it as big a blow off as all the girls say it is?”

Sharon gave Kate a very thoughtful look. “You’ll find out in a few days when we cook one of the muffins. Spit roast, probably. Honey, are you really sure this is what you want to do? I’ve seen plenty of spit muffins and you don’t act like one of those screwballs.”

Kate looked away for a moment. “Yes I am, but just give it a rest. It’s my decision, you know?”

Sharon nodded slowly, but her expression was still thoughtful. Kate noticed and decided to quickly change the subject. Pulling away from Sharon’s arms, she rolled over on her other side so her back was to Sharon. She looked over her shoulder and grinned. Reaching back and down, she used her hand to pat a round meaty buttock. “I think I want to try that plug-on some more, girlfriend. I’ll know how to handle it this time. Want my ass again?”

It wasn’t long before Kate felt the oily shaft slide between her cheeks and a soft feminine hand begin to fondle her pussy lips. Both of them slow pumped, building to a long, comfortable and relaxing - if a bit noisy - conclusion.

The later part of the afternoon was a time of Kate getting to know the women (nude, one and all) at the ranch. One of the first women she met was a diminutive Hispanic with a really great figure named Dara. Dara walked up to Kate and, by way of saying hello, hefted and squeezed Kate’s left breast. She then proceeded to do the same with her own, to obvious satisfaction. “You have great knockers!,” she exclaimed. “I said I wanted to grow a big pair before I was cooked, and Belinda has really helped me do it.”

When she saw Kate’s quizzical look, Dara giggled. “See this rack?” she said, thrusting out her chest and a set of very firm projecting breasts that looked like top grade surgical work and hefting same. “It’s totally natural. Belinda gave me hormones to help them grow. She does that for muffins with smaller breasts so they’ll be good eating. Girls with naturally big pairs like yours get another hormone mixture that will help them give milk. I’ll bet that’s where you’re going.”

“Good eating?” Kate said a bit hesitantly.

Dara nodded an licked her lips. “Oh, yeah. The hormones increase the flesh sheath of your breasts, not the fat or the glands.” She hefted her breasts again. “These puppies will stand up on their own on a plate. Real home grown breasts won’t do that, but you core mine and stuff them with chopped girl meat or some other filling and they’ll make a great meal! I’m proud of that.”

Kate felt a bit disoriented. Was it just her, or was something a little kooky with this little Hispanic girl? Then she remembered where she was and why. A deep breath, and she got firmly hold of her thoughts and decided to see if everyone else had this sort of… strange… outlook.

An excursion into the huge main living room loaded with bare female flesh, several conversations with the girls therein, and - yep - Dara wasn’t quite as strange as a first impression might give. In fact, a regular topic of conversation was how a woman might like herself prepared for dinner. Kate had to get her mind firmly in hand after those discussions. After all, she thought with some resignation, she was now one of them.

She was standing there, wondering what in hell to do next when a soft, plush, nude (well, they all were) feminine (ditto) body pressed itself softly to her side. It would ordinarily have been a bit of a shock, but the move was made so gently that Kate wasn’t really alarmed. She looked around and found that the soft, plush, feminine body was: a) VERY plush if only about five feet tall, and b) topped by a head with a very pleasant face and a cap of short platinum blonde hair. The face looked up at her and smiled pleasantly. Despite herself, Kate felt a warm friendly feeling.

“She’s Dawn,” said a pleasant soprano. “She’s sort of a pet around here. I’m also named Dawn. I’m her friend.” The speaker was a brownette with a long fall of wavy hair, spectacularly curved, and very nicely toned. She also looked as gently amiable as the first Dawn. “I’ll be your friend, too.”

It was no time at all before Kate found herself on a couch between the two Dawns, enjoying the soft pleasant feel of the first one while the second engaged her in leisurely conversation and occasionally stroked available portions of everybody’s nudity. The evening passed quite enjoyably, then the two Dawns took her back to share their bed, and Kate had another warm, if active, welcome to the ranch.

On waking, Kate was introduced to the morning (and only) routine of the ranch. First came the daily milking. To wit, a line of nude women on hands and knees on a platform where other nude women gently expressed the milk from their large hanging breasts. That was going to be her in a few days, Kate thought. She took advantage of Sharon’s offer of a role-play milking, just to see what it felt like. Very nice, she decided.

Next was the daily administration of hormones to the girls needing them. Kate was very definitely a part of this process. Joining a line of women, she eventually found herself standing in front of a raised bench on a platform facing the ocean. She very carefully sat herself on an upraised plastic penis at her place, the same as everyone else, to find it was a vibrator that activated once she was completely seated.

She sat there, enjoying the mild vibes up her pussy and watching the beautiful view of the ocean, until she felt a long flexible shaft begin inserting itself into her ass. The slender shaft was the long nozzle of a bulb containing her milk hormone dose. Involuntarily, she climaxed as the liquid in the bulb gushed into her bottom. As she recovered, she found that the girls pressed to her bare hips on either side had also had mild orgasms. Kate told herself this was really a very pleasant way to take your medicine.

After that, she donned a sports bra handed her by spectacularly curvy little Rosa and joined in the aerobics session. Then it was off with the bra and into the pool to cool off. Swimming, splashing, and playing with the rest of the girls in the pool was a lot of fun.

It was after the pool session that things got interesting.

Kate was back out on the patio with her hair brushed and the last traces of the morning’s shenanigans repaired in the mirror. Contemplating carefully, she decided she was now comfortable enough in just her skin to relax and get a bit of an all over tan. After all, nobody else was wearing a suit, not even one of those dental floss things the Miami hardbody girls kept calling bikinis. As she sat down on a pool lounger, she looked at spots that hadn’t seen the sun in a hell of a long time and decided she needed a little sunscreen for her first session. She looked around, but didn’t see anything that matched the description of a sun tan lotion bottle. She knew there was lotion somewhere, because a lot of the girls around her were oily all over. Better ask.

Kate decided she was fully accepted as a resident when Pink appeared. He carefully inspected her nude body from head to toe, sniffing with catly delicacy, then settled onto her lap with all appearances of approval.

Sharon chose that moment to leave the house for the patio and strolled in her direction. “Hi, Sharon,” Kate called. “Got some sunscreen somewhere? I don’t want to burn anything delicate.”

“Sure,” Sharon replied, then gave her a very piercing look. “Funny you should use that phrase, Kate. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Huh? Kate’s brain detected the fact that Something Was Up. “Uh, talk to me?”

Sharon nodded. Her smile could only be called predatory. “We’re going to have a role-play roasting or two this afternoon. You’re elected as one of the roasts.”

Kate’s mind froze. Her thoughts fluttered around in panicky terror for a moment, then she grabbed her panic and firmly sat on it. Find out the details, girl! “You’re going to cook me? Ah… ah, I thought it would be weeks before you did that!”

Sharon grinned. The grin still wasn’t all that pleasant, but it SEEMED a little more friendly. “Role play, girlfriend. We won’t cook you for real. Around here you have to wait your turn. Only fair way to do it.”

Kate’s face was still blank, but she seemed to be coming out of it. Sharon continued, “Don’t worry. It’s only a taste of the real thing for thrills and sexual happies. We’ll use a two part spit and a safety thermometer so your body temperature won’t get too high, then someone will give your really juicy pussy a licking when you come off. You won’t get hurt, I promise. Just about everyone here has done it and liked it.”

Except me, Sharon thought to herself. She was now exempt from Belinda’s woman eating urges and had no desire to start her thinking in that direction again. Better anyone else but me, Sharon told herself.

Meanwhile, Kate was digesting Sharon’s last statement. “Uh… well, I guess that’s okay. Ah… when will you do it?”

Sharon waved airily. “Oh, later. Whenever we get the gang together. Just relax and enjoy yourself until then. I’ll get Dawn number one to come over and oil you up for the sun in the mean time.”

Kate lay back in the lounger and thought hard. Relax? Sure! With the prospect of one pole up your cunt, another down your throat and cooking coils under you toasting your body until you’re done to a turn? Isn’t this a taste of what she asked for? Well, wasn’t it? Right then she wasn’t so sure. Even Dawn’s sensuous oily hands as she covered every last inch of her body weren’t quite relaxing, especially when Dawn innocently commented that the suntan oil was Belinda’s special mixture, was edible, and made a great meat marinade. Kate’s eyes shot wide open at that one.

Sharon left the scene chuckling to herself. That girl was as tight as a bowstring. Things were about to get interesting.

As it must for all juicy women nervous about riding a cooking spit over a toasty warm fire on a beautiful bright day, mid afternoon and Sharon came for Kate. “Time to find out what it’s all about , girlfriend,” she said with a beckon.

Kate, of course, was anything but placid about her upcoming ride on the spit. Even soft, plush, warm, strokable Dawn (1) cuddled next to her on the lounger didn’t help. With a great deal of resignation, a hidden sigh and a LOT of well hidden nervousness, Kate went to find out what it was all about.

Belinda was at the huge kitchen island. When she saw Kate coming, she clapped her hands and announced loudly, “Ladies, ladies, Kate is about to take her first ride on the spit. Won’t that be fun?”

Yeah, just a bunch of jollies, Kate thought. Then she began to relax a little as the women that came crowding into the kitchen hugged and patted her, making appreciative noises and favorable comments about how much fun it was going to be. However, her nervousness jumped firmly back into place when one said, “Oh, a role play ride is so much fun. I can’t wait until I get on a spit for real!”

The first part of the preparation wasn’t calculated to ease that nervousness. Her breasts were bound together “to keep them from flopping as she turned over the heat”, followed by her hair being put up “for safety reasons”. Whoopee.

Kate climbed onto a woman-sized platter in the middle of the island and lay face down. Then she had the highly pleasurable experience of having a multitude of soft, active hands oiling every part of her nude body, to include getting inside it rather deeply in two places. She opened her legs when told to, to feel a long, soft plastic insertion up her pussy. It was the stimulator on the bottom half of the two part spit. A smaller and shorter plastic tip went into her mouth. Then, while her legs were being tied to the spit and her arms to her sides, Kate felt someone prying apart her buttocks. Shortly, the thick bulbous tip of something was inserted up her ass. “Meat thermometer, love,” came Belinda’s sweet musical voice. “Safety equipment, you know. Wouldn’t want your body temperature to get too high. Besides,” chuckle, “it’s also a stimulator. Wait until we turn both of them on. You’ll get quite a buzz.”

“She’s ready, ladies,” Belinda pronounced with satisfaction. “I’ll turn it on, then let’s get her on the rotisserie.”

When the spit was activated, Kate felt like a solid rod was run through her body. She’d already been told how the two part hypermagnetic spit worked. There were strong electromagnets in the rod tips that automatically aligned themselves a the proper distance. (Gee, thanks, space program, Kate thought.) To the girl with one end in her mouth and the other up her pussy or ass, it felt like she was actually spitted on a solid shaft.

Belinda, or someone equally thoughtful, turned on the buzzers in Kate’s pussy and ass, then she was lifted carefully, carried to the rotisserie over the heating coils, and she began to rotate. Kate felt panicky for a moment as she began to turn. She didn’t want this! The buzzers began to have their way with her and someone began to gently brush her oily body with a long handled basting brush. The combination of the soft bristles on her sensitive nipples, pubis, and lower buttocks, combined with the vibes happily buzzing away in her, drove Kate over the edge to her first orgasm. It wouldn’t be the last, she thought, as she felt a big one build.

Belinda studied Kate’s performance on the spit, and decided it was quite satisfactory. She was writhing, convulsing with orgasm, wriggling, moaning around the spit tip in her mouth, and her squeals - building in volume and intensity - were very stimulating. On the whole, Kate was proving to be an excellent show.

Pink was more pragmatic. He just wanted the woman ready to carve and eat. Even after being at the ranch for so long, Pink really wasn’t into the concept of role play.

Everyone else agreed with Belinda. All of the women were now gathered around the rotisserie, watching Kate’s curvy oily figure as it turned, the glow of the heating coils throwing oily glints off her nicely rounded meat as she rotated. Hands were already stealing to the appropriate locations on the bare flesh of the women watching, hefting a plump breast here, a juicy buttock there, or testing for dampness between a pair of smoothly rounded thighs. On the whole, Sharon thought as she began to stroke the soft flanks of Dawn (2), Kate was a really nice roast. She was putting on an great show.

So was tomorrow’s dinner. Belinda had decided that Loni had reached her full development and was now ready to barbecue. Loni, Sharon thought to herself, was so into becoming a gourmet meal that she was ecstatic about going into the kitchen. Meanwhile, she hadn’t waited for the general party to get started. Loni was over on one of the beach loungers, on her back, her thighs grasping Jane’s head, hiding a very busy tongue on her pussy and giving forth to some very interesting reactions. Jane’s tongue must have really hit the spot, Sharon thought wryly. Loni was waving her feet in the air as she squeezed her own breasts in both hands and giving vent to a really remarkable series of loud squeals.

Of course, Sharon decided. Loni really wasn’t in Kate’s class as far as squeals. Nobody squealed like a woman on the spit. However… Kate was ready to come off now, be put on a platter, have her legs tied back, and let Belinda or anyone else have a nice taste of some really juicy pussy. First though, Dawn felt like she was ready for a nice fuck and - Whoops! Ohhh! - Dawn had a finger deep inside HER. Time for a quick one before the squeals faded off.

Since her experience being “cooked for dinner”, Kate’s thoughts were considerably more complex as she watched Loni being prepared for real the next day. Loni was quite cheerful on the kitchen island as she crouched on her knees and shoulders. She was completely clean, inside and out, and ready for the preparation process. Her butt was quite nicely presented for stuffing, which was currently underway. Ixinza, a caffe-au-lait shaded Creole from Cuba with a Playboy centerfold body, was pushing small peeled yams into Loni’s ass. Once each yam was inside the girl, Ixinza tamped it further in with a thick smooth dowel. Loni’s thoughts on the tamping process were inarticulate and loud.

Kate decided Loni really liked penetration via the rear entrance. Unconsciously, she reached back and rested a protective hand on her own bare buttocks. She didn’t mind it in the butt, she thought, but she doubted she could get off on it the way Loni was doing.

Standing next to her, Sharon saw the gesture and snickered. “Oh, she likes it that way, Kate,” she said, “but she’s also full of Belinda’s sexual enhancement drug. Belinda gives it to all the girls she cooks, since orgasms enhance the flavor of the meat and it lets the girls REALLY enjoy the process. Right now, Loni would happily fuck a power pole, if one was handy. The spit will do nicely instead.

“Besides,” Sharon said with a snort, “spit muffins become totally excited at the idea of becoming dinner.”

“Oh,” was Kate’s thoughtful comment.

Sharon noted both the comment and the noncommittal tone.

Loni’s preparations were completed and she was covered in flavored oil and seasonings, then mounted on a two part spit with her hair put up and large breasts bound so they wouldn’t flop. Kate found herself getting sympathetic feelings at each point of the process, enough so that she started getting that old tingle between the thighs. She was going to need a good fuck, and soon.

The biggest difference between Loni’s preparation and hers, Kate decided, was the stuffing. They didn’t plug her ass with a meat thermometer, either, just a thick vibrator to hold in the stuffing. Not using a meat thermometer made sense, in fact. They weren’t all that worried about Loni’s body temperature. When she looked ready to serve, the cooks would just check her roasted meat with a fork or slice off a little piece. Despite herself, Kate discovered she was looking forward to tasting Loni. She was also needing that fuck worse.

Dawn (1) cuddled up to her and said softly, “Watching a girl being prepared and cooked always makes me wet. I hope I put on a good show when my time comes.”

Dawn (2) came up on Kate’s other side and put a friendly arm around her waist. “The show makes me hot, also. I’m not a spit muffin, but the whole thing still gets me excited.”

Watching Loni rotate over the heating coils of the patio rotisserie and listening to her loud squeals, Kate decided to explore Dawn (2)’s comment later. Right now, she was more interested in the exploration of the girls’ fingers, one between her thighs and one between her cheeks. “We’ll wait until she’s gone,” the first Dawn whispered in her ear, “then we’ll go play. Meanwhile, let’s just watch.”

Kate silently agreed, and held her passion closely in check. When Loni’s groans, moans, wriggles, and squeals finally died away, the two Dawns proved to be wonderful - soft plush naked girl flesh pressed to her own bare body from two sides and highly active in between. Loni tasted wonderful, too.

Several weeks later, Kate and Sharon were in South Beach on an errand that really has no bearing on this story in that there were no delicious nude women involved. Well, more or less. Well, more or less nude, too. Sharon had to meet Lorna Paten and her friend Vivian by the pool at the South Beach hotel where Vivian was staying, and Kate was just along for the ride. Ergo, both were in those VERY minimal garments that the girls in Miami misleadingly labeled bikinis. Sharon’s was just this side of dental floss with a thong back, while Kate’s wasn’t much larger. Actually, Kate was happy to show off the way plenty of sex and exercise (in that order) were toning her up, so she’d lost a lot of body shyness.

Lorna and Vivian had left, and Sharon and Kate were just enjoying drinks and the casual conversation of friends before heading back to the ranch. The afternoon was pleasant and neither was in much of a hurry. Kate got up to go get refills while Sharon remained comfortably seated in the pool lounger. She relaxed back in the lounger and closed her eyes for a moment, just drowsing in the lazy sun.

Of course, her rest was disturbed. Two women nearby were discussing Kate, and not in very complimentary terms. In fact, they were a couple of vicious gossips in Sharon’s evaluation.

For instance: “Oh, I can see why she’s lost her entertainment career.”

And: “She’s certainly let herself go. She should be ashamed coming here.”

Further: “And the men she’s associated with! That last one wasn’t very much and they both deserved what they got out of the breakup.”

And on. And on.

Sharon cracked one eye and, without seeming to, looked to see who the catty broads were. She recognized both of them, Brici and Vi (see beginning of the story), a couple of older versions of the Miami type Sharon detested. Both highly dislikeable members of the Miami Junior Women’s Club. She shrugged the two off as irritating but unworthy of notice.

As Kate returned with the drinks, Sharon got up and waved towards the Ladies Room. Kate nodded that she’d gotten the message, put the drinks on a nearby low table, then plopped herself in the other lounger next to Sharon’s place.

When Sharon got back, Kate was gone. So were Brici and Vi.

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Backtracking a few moments, the following events occurred. Brici and Vi left off discussing Kate’s personality, body, and history and turned their discussion to the fact that she was just a cow suitable for meat. Words led to plans, which led to deeds. When Kate got up to idly walk back to the bar in search of peanuts, she found herself with a small pistol pushed hard into her back. The gun was a small twenty two caliber automatic, unloaded (Vi had missed the memo about needing bullets), and held in Vi’s hand.

The usual kidnapping events occurred, and in due course, Kate found herself standing naked in Vi’s living room with her hands bound behind her, her ankles tied together and a ball gag in her mouth. Brici and Vi were standing nearby, also nude by this time. As usual, the two were arguing about who was going to do the messy chore of butchering the meat. Also as usual, they were so wrapped up in their argument that they were totally unaware of any other happenings nearby.

This was fortunate for Kate because - also as usual - Brici really wasn’t very good at knots. Under cover of the argument, Kate worked her hands free, then untied her ankles and removed the gag. Sparing a second to look with a fair degree of disbelief at the two arguing boneheads who still hadn’t noticed she was free, Kate proceeded with fell intent. There was a large frying pan easily available in the nearby kitchen (open floor plan in Vi’s fashionably designed apartment - the kitchen was part of the main space where the three were located).

BLANG! Vi lost interest in the argument and crumpled to the floor. Backswing. CLANG! Brici joined Vi.

Looking at the two unconscious women on the floor, Kate picked up the phone.

Sharon was now back at Belinda’s with blood in her eye. She intended to pick up Belinda, find Kate, and do some serious damage to SOMEONE.

“Of course, dearest,” Belinda said with look that boded ill to the kidnappers when found, “just let me get dressed.”

The phone rang.

It was Kate with situation and directions.

The cavalry, i.e. Belinda and Sharon, departed to the rescue in that Miami Stealth Car, a white BMW.

Following the usual rescue sort of events, the white BMW headed back to the estate, Belinda at the wheel. Kate, still nude since her alleged bikini has been cut off in pieces, was in the front passenger seat. Vi and Brici, also nude, but tastefully attired in ball gags as well as wrist and ankle cuffs, were in the back seat. Between the two, an evilly grinning Sharon sat with an arm around each girl’s shoulders.

Since this was South Beach, the car and its assorted collection of female passengers drew occasional comment, but little real interest. However, when Belinda jerked up to a stop light (Belinda’s driving was as energetic and emphatic as every other part of her personality), a large black Lincoln pulled smoothly up next to her and the front passenger’s window slid silently down. Revealed was a classical Mob wise guy straight out of cental casting.

Vi and Brici entertained brief hopes of rescue, although rewarding their rescuers in the way suggested by their current condition was a bit yucky to both. To Vi and Brici, sex was a chore, a weapon, and a method of getting their way. Using it as a reward somehow went against the grain.

The Mob guy gave Belinda a friendly wave and she, in turn, lowered her window. “Oh, hello, boys,” she cheerily called out in musical tones. “How are things today?”

“Great, Belinda,” the mobster called back. “See you got yourself a couple.”

Belinda gave her tinkling laugh. “Oh, we’ve just been shopping and we’re taking groceries back to the ranch.”

The mobster snorted laughter and jerked his thumb back. “We’ve got ours in the trunk.”

“Dinner?”

“Naw. Business. Another one o’ those Bolivian drug kingpin guys. Wouldn’t listen when we told him he wasn’t wanted. We’re headed out to feed the alligators. Nice day for it.”

Belinda nodded sweetly. “Well now, isn’t that wonderful. I do hope you boys have a good time. We have to go now, love. We’ll see you later.”

The mob guy waved again. “Try to, babe. Best to you, too, Sharon. Come over some time, both a youse girls. We’ll have some fun.”

“I can imagine,” Sharon said dryly as they pulled away from the stop light. On either side of her, Vi and Brici were once again despondent, although a touch happy they hadn’t had to reward anyone.

Belinda took on a thoughtful smile and slightly absent minded expression as she reviewed a few memories. “Possibly so, dearest,” Belinda said pleasantly. “I can recall some very interesting and tiring visits in the past. They really are such nice boys.”

“Belinda,” Sharon said with a smile, “don’t tell me you bedded all of them.”

“Only two or three at a time,” Belinda said pleasantly as she drove on towards the ranch.

After arrival at the ranch, wondering if the cat was really pink, and spending the night in the basement cage (actually a rather comfortable accommodation behind bars - the cage the muffins used for play was a tad less comfortable) , Vi and Brici found themselves being depilated and cleaned - inside and out - by Belinda’s superb staff (Rosa and Ixinza), helpfully assisted by several happily chattering muffins. Both women were already disgruntled, but when they found themselves bent over in a tiled inclosure with long, flexible soft brushes three feet or so up their asses, the constant stream of comments from the muffins were enough to try the patience of a saint. Without discussing the matter - since they were both still gagged - Vi and Brici came to the conclusion, independent of consultation, that they detested spit muffins.

As a finale to the process, both felt long thin tubes being inserted far up their butts and the gush of a liquid deep inside. Said liquid was Belinda’s patented (it really was patented, by the way) sex hormone. Even before leaving the tiled cleaning facility, Vi and Brici found themselves getting horny, wet, and hot to trot. This was surprising to both, since they NEVER got that way.

Anyhow, having duly undergone pre-preparation for the kitchen, both women found themselves wearing high heeled sandals to keep their feet clean and formally presented to Belinda and her furry minion, Pink. This was an honor they would have cheerfully deferred. As members of the Miami Junior Women’s Club and Vi and Brici had attended several girl barbecues at the ranch. Now it looked like they were going to costar in a barbecue of their own.

Bummer.

Belinda studied the two women - as nude as she was except for footwear, gag, and cuffs - carefully, professionally evaluating their meat potential. “Ladies,” Belinda told them musically, “you have very nicely toned bodies, although not as meaty as the girls here. Frankly, the meat on our spit muffins is more plentiful and far more tender and tasty.”

This brought big smiled from the muffins and fervent wishes from Vi and Brici that Belinda would reject them and cook a muffin or two instead. “However,” Belinda continued, “I do feel those legs and hips would slow cook very well, perhaps with a nice oregano seasoning. We’d should quickly get you on to cook, then, if we want to eat on time.”

Bummer, again.

The ranch had one of its frequent visitors, Anne-Marie, assistant to the Mayor of Dolcett, California. AM was enjoying this, but a bit puzzled. “They don’t look very happy,” she commented to Sharon. “I can’t understand why.”

Anne-Marie was pleasantly happy. She’d just made the acquaintance of Dawn (1).

“Some people just don’t appreciate a good thing,” Sharon said wryly. Noting AM’s slight look of incomprehension, she added, “Things are a bit different here in Miami.”

Kate, who was also standing with Sharon, stuck her conversational oar in the verbal waters. “They seemed to know me, but I have no idea who they are.”

“So-called TV fans of yours,” Sharon snorted with a frown. “Also pretty vicious gossips. We know both of them from the Miami Junior Women’s Club. They are nasty, egotistical, somewhat dumb, gossipy, and treat other people as things. Those are their better qualities, by the way. Call them both super bitches. We should have reeled them in long ago.”

Kate shut up at that. Sharon’s hand was absently squeezing her bare buttock as they watched Belinda give the two prospective meals the once-over. Kate wasn’t sure if it was sexual interest or (gulp!) checking her rump roast. Settle down, girl, she told herself. Being meat was why you were here, she thought sternly at herself. Yeah, herself shot back, that was a great idea. Dummy.

Meanwhile, Belinda had inserted a finger up both Brici and Vi to assess their prime filets and their juiciness. Very juicy and very tasty. When she spread the cheeks of each women, the assessment was a little more negative. Both needed a little more relaxation in the ass. Frankly, Sharon thought, the women’s bottom holes were clenched tight enough you couldn’t drive a ten penny nail up their butts with a sledgehammer. AM was a bit puzzled at why they weren’t already relaxed.

“Ladies,” Belinda decreed, “strap them to the spitting jigs.”

Shortly, both Vi and Brici found themselves stretched lengthwise along what amounted to a padded sawhorse with their wrists and ankles shackled to the legs. It left them in the perfect position for spitting - and other things. In regard to the “other things” Belinda said, “Ladies, since their little bottom holes are so tight, why don’t a few of you get some plug-ons and play Stuff the Roast with them so they’ll be loose enough to stuff?”

Vi and Brici had never heard of Stuff the Roast, but the concept didn’t sound at all favorable for them. When soft feminine hands grabbed their hips and they felt long, thick, oily plastic penises working remorselessly up their asses, they got the idea. A lot of noise followed. Of course, Belinda’s sex hormone had its way also. Soon enough, the noises began to sound like squeals of pleasure.

“Well, that’s done,” Belinda said with an air of accomplishment. “Anne-Marie, dear, I know you do so love to help make the basting oil. Would you like to get several of the girls and get started?”

With a nod and a grin, AM tapped a couple of the muffins and went off to fill the huge cauldron on the patio with water and women, then get it started heating. “Don’t forget Rosa,” Sharon called. “She loves it and she’s juicy enough for two.”

Soon enough, Belinda surveyed the scene in the ranch with a sigh of satisfaction. Out on the patio, there was a nicely heated cauldron with four equally heated women simmering in the water, flavoring the liquid with their gushing girl juices as they popped off. A grinning Anne-Marie would occasionally help things along by stirring he water with a long wooden pole with a soft brush on the end. Whenever - as she often did - AM stroked the brush between a pair of soft thighs, the resulting moans would immediately rise in pitch and volume, culminating in loud gasps and moans. In the kitchen, Vi was now having the long thick nozzle of a huge cake decorator inserted up her ass. The cake decorator was filled with bread stuffing flavored with bits of breast meat and girl juices. Vi was going to quickly find herself very well stuffed. Her partner, Brici, was still in the loosening up process and the girl working her butt was pounding away with a will. A bunch of naked women was watching both the juice making and the stuffing with great interest.

Such a pleasant domestic, homelike scene, Belinda thought with pleasure. It reminded her so much of growing up in her family.

When the two women were stuffed and ready to spit, automatic spitting machines were wheeled up behind the pair, spits carefully aligned with their pussies. Vi felt the shaft enter her cunt and began to hyperventilate. When the tip began to pulse in and out, she settled down long enough to start getting really sexually charged and gave vent to a long series of screams, moans, and gasps. Brici, on the other hand, was not quite with the program. As the pole entered her, she started a long and rapid series of noises that sounded like a female Swiss yodeler on meth. On the whole, quite an interesting accompaniment to the process of spitting.

Once the shafts were through the women from pussy to mouth, their arms were tied to their sides and their legs to the spit. Since their breasts were only medium sized, they were left free to wobble a little. Likewise, both women favored short enough hair that it didn’t need putting up as a safety measure. Their butts were plugged with vibrators to hold in the stuffing and both spitted girls were transferred to the grill, that having been decided as the best way to slow cook two women at once.

Kate watched Vi and Brici squirm on their bellies on the grill, the long spits running through them, and contemplated her future with some thoughtfulness. Is this how she wanted to go? Spitted on a grill? Or was she more the rotisserie type? She continued to mull the question with a great deal of uneasiness, the shocked realization that the question was one only a muffin would ask, and the underlying feeling she wanted neither grill nor rotisserie as she took a long handled basting brush and began spreading cooking oil spiced with girl juice over both shapely, squirming bodies.

Vi and Brici were aware they were together on the grill, but it didn’t matter. What DID matter was the pole running through them, the heat, the sound of their juices dripping on the catch pan. They squirmed, convulsed as the vibrators in their asses and the basting brush stroking their most sensitive parts drew blast after blast of orgasm. They really wanted to compare notes, but the spits were blocking their vocal cords and keeping them rigidly in place. All they could do was squirm and convulse. They did a lot of that, even when the spits were used to turn them onto their backs. Their world dissolved into a light, heat and sensation that totally overwhelmed their minds.

As she watched the beautiful and sexually exciting movements of the women on the grill slowly subside, Sharon decided she was as terminally horny as she usually got on these occasions. Kate, standing next to her, was also so excited she was wet. They turned to each other and proceeded to do something about it.

After a long session of unbridled sex and a delicious steak from Vi’s shapely ass (Kate had to admit muffin meat was better but Vi was still delicious.) Kate wanted nothing so much as to curl up for a long nap, preferably with several soft bare female bodies bundled around her. Preferably both Dawns. Instead, she saw Belinda beckoning to her.

Kate took a deep breath. Sex with Belinda was always a workout - fantastic, but a workout. She wasn’t sure she was up to the exercise.

Belinda didn’t want sex. At least at that moment, Belinda didn’t want sex. “Kate, love,” Belinda said gently, “I’ve decided you really aren’t cut out to be a spit muffin.”

That shocked Kate and left her panicky. Was she now out on her ass again?

Belinda’s next words calmed the panic. “Oh, no, dear,” she said, “I’m not throwing you out. You’re as welcome to stay here and give milk as long as you want. I merely meant that you really aren’t right for us to cook. Sharon, Lorna Paten, and I have been giving you quite a bit of thought. I have a proposition if you’d like to hear it.”

Warily, Kate nodded.

“Well, love,” Belinda said with a sweet smile, “Lorna has found you a position as an associate producer with a film company here in Miami. As much as you know about the entertainment industry, I feel you will be able to handle the job with no problems. If you continue to exercise while you continue to stay here, you might just be in shape enough to get back in front of the cameras before you know it, too. You can go out on your own when you are ready, but you’re always welcome here, I want you to know that. Now, what do you think?’

By way of answer, Kate simply hugged Belinda as hard as she could. She couldn’t speak.

Belinda hugged back, somewhat more gently, and let one hand drift down to massage and cup one of the nude woman’s plump bare buttocks. “I’ll take that as a yes, dear girl,” Belinda murmured.

“However,” she continued as she got a little more firm about squeezing the soft meat of Kate’s bottom, “I think we ought to seal the deal. I always prefer to do that in bed. Don’t you think that would be fun?”

Kate could still only nod. Belinda had just given her back her future. The least she could do was give Belinda her ass for a little mutual - and energetic - enjoyment. One workout, coming up.

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Thanks, t’Sade. Belinda’s just for fun and I’m glad you enjoy her. There will be more to come, too. Leo