Belinda 16: PART 1, Belinda and the Two Walking Banquets by Leo

Belinda and the Two Walking Banquets

by Leo

Five nude women cowered fearfully in a tightly packed group against the wall. The wall was the back wall of an expensive mansion, and it fronted the patio, which in turn overlooked a beautiful vista of the Atlantic ocean. The patio featured not only a pool, but a variety of other ominous accessories such as a large, woman sized cauldron and several rotisseries custom built for cooking a spitted female body whole. As they cowered, the five terrified women continually shot panicky glances at the cooking apparatus. It was for them. They were meat on the hoof and they knew it.

Oh, and they were also squealing their heads off in terror.

The cause of all this fear and fuss was advancing steadily on them, preparing to brutally grab one and take her off to be spitted for tonight’s dinner. As the lusciously appetizing squealing meals cowered, pressing nicely tender bare flesh together as close as they could, the cause glowered at the five in real irritation.

She also rolled her eyes, asking the heavens for strength to put up with this latest act. Sharon knew perfectly well that Julie had been eagerly looking forward to her preparation and roasting for weeks, now. This whole silly game she and her friends were playing was just to add savor to the occasion. She knew that Julie would jump out of the cowering crowd and bend over for immediate spitting if she just mentioned it, but wanted a little extra fun.

It was part of Sharon’s job to let her have the fun. Sigh.

Sharon was a big woman, 38D-28-38 on a taut and well exercised frame. She was as nude as the five girls cowering and squealing in front of her. Every woman was totally nude here at Belinda’s fabulous mansion on a cliff overlooking a beautiful private beach and the Atlantic Ocean south of Miami, A.K.A. Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy.

Sharon wore a little gold chain clipped to her nipples with a tiny golden cow bell (silent by her express demand) in its center. The chain was there for several reasons: One was that it was short enough to pull her breasts together and give her some really awesome cleavage, even though she was nude - a wonderful feature. The other was the slightly less attractive fact that it signified her status. Sharon was Belinda’s permanent companion, even though her pussy was as bare as the spit muffins, five of whom were currently creating all the racket that disturbed this sunny morning. She was also the forewoman of the ranch and den mother to ten or so goofy females dedicated to unbridled sex and the idea that they were delicious meat on the hoof. Spit muffins all knew they had wonderfully tasty meat and wanted the Ultimate Fuck of being cooked to feed the ranch. Sharon knew all spit muffins were crazy, and wanted them on a platter instead of her. Complimentary desires, actually.

All of the above meant that Sharon occasionally found herself playing along with whatever goofball fantasy the muffins had cooked up THIS time. Including, unfortunately, the current fantasy of being herded together and having one of their number grabbed from the panicky herd to become a luscious gourmet meal. Marvelous.

Finally, Sharon had enough of the racket. “STOP THAT!” she yelled, covering her ears. “Damn it, Julie, if you guys don’t stop that noise I’ll pass you up and go select someone a whole lot quieter!”

Julie instantly zipped from the group and materialized in front of Sharon. “Oh, Sharon, I’m so sorry,” she said pleadingly. “It’s just that it’s so much fun to act terrified.”

Sharon mellowed slightly as the noise subsided a bit. “Well, okay, have your fun, but stop blasting my ears. You need to go find Ixinza. She and Rosa are ready to begin processing you for the kitchen. You’ve got to be on to cook a little after noon if we’re going to eat on time.”

“Okay,” Julie said, brightening. “Can I at least yell a little? It really adds ambiance to the occasion.”

“All right,” Sharon said with a glower, “but not too loudly. I don’t think I could take five of you screaming your heads off.”

Julie nodded happily, and ran off, screaming and terrified, to find Ixinza and Rosa. Julie was in a hurry to get ready for her big hour in the kitchen.

The other four packed together against the wall settled down and Sharon gave them all the gimlet eye. “Okay, ladies,” she said, “this little game’s over for now. Break it up. I have other things to do.”

The remaining terrified, etc., women sighed, and began to stroll off to find other things to occupy their time prior to the fun of preparing and cooking Julie. One woman, a classically beautiful brunette with a firm (and firmly developed) figure, joined Sharon as she walked back into the house. “Dot,” Sharon said, “what the hell were you doing in that mindless gabble, for heaven’s sake? You used to be a lawyer. For that matter, Lori was an administrative assistant.”

“I was a lawyer,” Dot admitted, “and totally miserable. Once I came here, I parked my brain at the door and haven’t wanted to go back for it. I’ve been having more fun than I’ve ever had in my life since I became a spit muffin.”

Sharon shook her head in mild disbelief. She still couldn’t understand spit muffin motivation. “And you know that becoming a spit muffin means you’re going to end up on a carving platter? Soon, judging from the way your figure has developed.” Sharon punctuated this last statement with a few testing squeezes in appropriate spots.

Dot nodded, even as she enjoyed having her meat fondled. “Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, I know I’m meat on the hoof. But that’s what makes it so much fun. I can really let loose, worry about absolutely nothing, and know I’m in line for the Ultimate Fuck. Without the prospect of ending up on a spit, this muffin experience wouldn’t be so liberating. So what if you cook me? This whole thing has been a hell of a ride so far with the best part yet to come.”

Sharon looked away and rolled her eyes. As has been previously and repeatedly stated, spit muffins were nuts. Delicious, but nuts.

Belinda called to her as she walked into the living area. Looking around, Sharon saw her standing next to the huge picture window that overlooked the private beach. It looked as though Belinda was using the big tripod mounted telescope. It was normally used for observing both the private beach and the public one on the other side of the bluff separating the two. Sharon walked over, curious as to what caught Belinda’s attention. Knowing Belinda, the situation had the potential to turn screwy without the least warning.

Belinda, a fortyish blonde with short bobbed hair, was always worth a closer inspection. Despite her age, she had the perfect skin of a woman in her teens and a killer body that a figure model - not to mention any reasonable person of either sex - would lust after with tongue drooling. Belinda’s slightly dotty persona concealed an extremely sharp mind and a totally predatory nature dedicated entirely to the pursuit of women as meat. Belinda had one overriding principle: she wouldn’t catch or cook a woman she didn’t consider a total bitch, but volunteers - especially nicely fleshed and juicy ones - were always welcome.

That’s where the muffins came in to the picture. Sometime back, Belinda had made the happy discovery that there were women in the world that had the fetish of seeing themselves as meat, to the point they would happily crawl on a grill, in the pot, the oven, or allow themselves to be mounted on a spit. That was the birth of Belinda’s dairy and meat ranch.

Among other surprising attributes, Belinda was a genius level chemist with a doctorate from MIT. This made it easy for her to whip up a hormone mixture that was given to large breasted muffins (and Sharon, Ixinza, and Rosa) to allow them to give milk. Belinda made a tidy little sum from discretely providing woman’s milk to a number of discreet customers, including a surprising number of clinics and hospitals.

Her other discovery, however, Belinda regarded as a true benefit to humanity. It was another hormone cocktail that very specifically developed the female body. A small breasted muffin on this mixture would see her breasts, pubic mound, buttocks, and other meaty parts develop and fill out with firm and tasty female flesh. A muffin enhanced by this hormone mixture wouldn’t give milk, but her breasts (and other juicy parts) would fill out until she looked like the product of an impossibly high priced plastic surgeon. It was all real, though, and made a woman’s breasts, normally used for such things as stews and stuffing due to high fat and gland content, a really nice meal because the sheath of flesh on the breast was now very thick and succulent. Accordingly, all the muffins at Belinda’s ranch were real eye-poppers.

By the way, so was Belinda. In fact, she could make Sharon wet by just bustling (her normal mode of locomotion) across a room. When Belinda moved, every spectacular feature of her wonderfully developed gorgeous body was moving with her. Just in different directions.

By the time Sharon finished this meditation on the crowd of appetizing female flesh that populated the ranch, she was standing next to the telescope. “What’s up, Belinda?”

“Dearest,” Belinda replied, looking at something on the beach below, “you really should see this.”

Sharon bent slightly to look through the eyepiece of the telescope, and beheld a truly interesting sight to any connoisseur of delectable female flesh. Down on the beach, a fourteen foot fiberglass runabout was pulled up on the sand. Out of it had already emerged two highly interesting women and a third that seemed to be in a slightly different class. All appeared to be late twenties or early thirties. The first two were bouncy, enthusiastic, wearing minimal bikinis composed of not much more than heavy yarn and hopeful thoughts, and were so full figured they looked like they had the proverbial hour glass figure, only it was about a two hour glass. They were short, heavy breasted, big hipped, but showed no signs of flab at all. In fact, their pleasantly domed bellies were quite smooth and flexible, with no hint of flop or roll. The third woman, another short haired blonde, was wearing a more sedate one piece swimsuit that encased a figure slightly more plump than the first two, if not as spectacular, but still quite nice. All three were highly interesting to anyone that enjoyed seeing a nicely rounded woman on a grill or a barbecue spit.

Sharon certainly did, and she was highly interested. “Belinda, I know it’s just a wild hope, but could be looking at future dinners?”

“I’m not really sure, dearest,” Belinda chimed thoughtfully in her musical voice. “I think we need to find out why they landed here. I noticed Molly was on the way to greet them. I feel we both need to join the group as well. I see no need to dress for the occasion, however.” That mean nude.

Sharon hadn’t noticed Molly, who’d been sunning herself on the sand, earlier. All her attention was on the three delicious visitors. Another look told her that Molly was now in conversation with the three. The visiting women didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that Molly wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. In fact, the two in the bikinis were in the process of getting nude themselves. “Belinda,” Sharon breathed eagerly, “I couldn’t agree with you more. We need to see these girls up close!”

Up close, Sharon decided, was better. The two women with the really appetizing figures were already nude - and had their pubic hair shaved. Wonderful touch, that. Everything looked delicious. The one with the one piece swimsuit wasn’t undressed, but she seemed comfortable around so much lush nudity. In fact, all of them were in animated conversation with Molly and treated the arrival of one oversized brunette (Sharon) and a really knockout blonde (Belinda) with total equanimity.

“Hi, Belinda,” Molly said as she and Sharon arrived, “this is Doris, Tammy and Kathy. They want to talk to you.”

“I’m Doris,” the one in the one-piece said. She pointed to the nude women with her. “That’s Tammy and that’s Kathy. They asked me to bring them here and I have to admit I did it because I was curious. I’d also like to hang around and see what happens if that’s permitted.”

Tammy and Kathy stood straight, arms by their sides as they faced Belinda. “Belinda,” Tammy said, “we’ve heard a lot about you and we’ve had this fantasy for just about forever. You can see what we look like. Would you accept us as spit muffins?”

That stopped Sharon stone cold. She looked at both women with the lively intelligent expression of a stunned water buffalo. All that luscious meat, asking to jump on a platter?

Belinda was faster on the uptake. She smiled brightly and reached over to grasp the hands of the two fantastically curvy women. “Well, dears,” she chimed, “that certainly is an interesting offer. I’m very careful about selecting muffins, you understand. And I do owe it to the girls to assure that new members are compatible. We need to come back to the house and fully discuss this in some comfort. Doris, of course you may stay for a while, love, but I’m afraid that swimsuit will have to go. No clothing is permitted in my home. Now, will you please join us?”

Doris sighed and began to pull off her swimsuit. “I was afraid of this. I don’t really have the body you girls do, but I guess I’m interested enough in this whole affair to bare everything. Please promise me you won’t make fun of me.”

As she started to lead Tammy and Kathy back to the house, Belinda gave Doris a friendly smile. “Oh, don’t be such a worry wart, dear. You have a very nice body as it is, and we’ve had just so many women of all types here. Simply strip and feel at home. I’m certain you’ll like to meet the girls and we can discuss what you want to do when I talk to Tammy and Kathy.”

Back at the mansion, Tammy, Kathy, and Doris were duly introduced to all of the current muffins as well as Rosa and Ixinza, the house staff. This proved eye-opening because, among other things, Ixinza, a mocha colored Caribbean Creole girl in her early twenties, had a Playmate of the Year figure while Rosa, her Mexican partner on the staff, was a short Hispanic honey blonde with a 38D-26-38 body that was absolutely firm. In fact, Rosa was built very much like Tammy and Kathy, and the three immediately hit it off.

Settled with the three new arrivals, Belinda and Sharon quickly established that Tammy and Kathy were really quite nice women that simply had the fetish of becoming muffin chops. They’d heard about Belinda through some rather arcane circles, and determined the best way to realize their ultimate fantasy was through her. Ergo, they arrived and metaphorically laid all their meat on the table.

Sharon considered this whole story positively insane, but not uncommon for spit muffin types. This was good because: a.) It tended to keep everyone well fed, and b.) it kept Belinda focused on her muffin herd and not looking around at other tasty morsels (i.e. Sharon). Sharon was ready to welcome Tammy and Kathy with open arms and a bottle of barbecue sauce.

Doris was a different story. She was friends with the other two, but not in any way interested in being a meal herself. In the other hand, she was fascinated at the idea of cooking other women - specifically Tammy and Kathy - had never done it, and was nursing a serious case of the hots at the idea.

Sharon could identify with this viewpoint. She could also tell that, like many pleasantly plump women, Doris knew more about fun and sex than any number of the sleek hard-bodied girls that populated South Beach. Another point in Doris’s favor. Sharon decided she wouldn’t mind having Doris around for a while. Might be fun.

Belinda was winding up the interview. She leaned over and patted Tammy on the thigh, absently squeezing the bare soft flesh as she did so. “Well, dears,” she said, “it looks like both of you have come to the right place. I think you’ll fit right in at the ranch.”

Squeals and such from Tammy and Kathy.

Belinda leaned back and told Doris, “And as for you, love, you’re perfectly welcome to stay and enjoy the ranch. You can move your boat around to the marina. I’ll give you the number of one of the slips I own so you can leave it for as long as you want. Ixinza will go pick you up. You can do it tomorrow, since we’ll be cooking one of the muffins this afternoon. I’m sure you all want to be present for that.”

More cries of joy and anticipation from Tammy and Kathy. Doris nodded her acceptance, eyes bright with excitement over the announcement of the pending cooking and feast. Belinda favored them all with a brilliant smile, then waved at Tammy and Kathy. “Ladies please stand up. I’d like to give your meat a closer check.”

Doris looked on with interest. She was generally straight, if a few episodes in college were conveniently ignored, but this whole scene was starting to rev her motor. She decided, with a glance around at the delicious jiggling female nudity always visible in the house, that she was going to have to return to the days of her youth while she was here and try out several of the girls in bed. She and Sharon exchanged looks and at least one appointment was settled.

Meanwhile, Belinda was running her hands over Tammy and Kathy. Their arms were nice and meaty, just like their smoothly rounded bellies. Large breasts were hefted, and appropriate compliments awarded. Good stew material there. There was plenty of thick meat over the hips for hip cutlets and the thighs were large and well fleshed. The inner thighs were quite tender. In between, the pubic mounds were thick with succulent meat and promised wonderful prime filets.

Once the two superbly rounded women turned around, Belinda noted with pleasure a thick layer of flesh on their backs, promising wonderful barbecued ribs. Their buttocks were large but very nicely shaped, smooth, round, and with long firmly defined creases between buttock and thigh indicating plenty of good meat. Deep, too, Belinda thought as she pushed a finger between the bare cheeks of each woman in turn. Quite a bit of steaks here.

Finally, both women bent over and revealed thick damp pussies, beautifully formed and just begging to be sautéed with a little butter. Delicious.

“Well, Doris,” Belinda said, casting a quick appraising glance over her nudity that Doris didn’t miss, “I think your two friends will be a wonderful addition to the meat herd.”

She waved the two standing prospective pussy platters back to their seats, taking the opportunity to caress the smooth skin of Tammy’s hips as she passed. “I think we’ll forego the usual hormone treatment for you two. First, because you both represent wonderful natural meat development and also because I have something special for the both of you. I’m hosting the Miami Junior Women’s Club here at the ranch next week. You are both so fully formed that it would be a crime not to cook you for a large group. You both have so much wonderfully fine meat that you will can feed the entire crowd with plenty to spare. Would the two of you like to be spit roasted together?”

Tammy and Kathy broke into sparkling grins. “Oh, Belinda,” Tammy gushed, “that would be wonderful! That’s our dream!”

“I love to help women attain their dreams, dears,” Belinda replied, and it was settled. “Now you must go with Rosa and have your internal cleansing. I’m sure you will want to be internally clean, since you will be playing with many of the girls, especially once we get Julie properly cooking. Everyone just enjoys that time so much.”

“Meaning,” Sharon murmured to Doris, “that every woman in the place will be terminally horny once they see a woman really cooking and want to fuck everyone else’s eyeballs out every way they can.”

“Everyone?” Doris asked, slightly nervously.

“Everyone,” Sharon replied with a grin. “I’ll take special care of you myself. You better go with Rosa also and get a good colonic enema of your own. I especially want to ride that plump rump of yours.”

Doris had never had a good, old fashioned, butt-banging done, but the prospect of Sharon giving her rear end a plowing was strangely exciting. She decided to join Tammy and Kathy.

Before the three departed further into the house with the stated intention of a really serious interior cleansing, two women and a male made their appearance, tails waving. Doris immediately focused on the male. “Is that cat pink?” she asked.

Sharon sighed. That question was one she always had to endure when ever anyone saw Pink, A.K.A. Belinda’s Pink Pussy, for the first time. “Yes,” she said in long suffering tones. “He’s one of our pets. Moved in one day and took over. For some reason his fur does look pink in the light.”

Sharon pointed to one of the new arrivals, a short, plush bodied platinum blonde with a pixie hair cut. “This is Dawn. She doesn’t say much, but she’s the other house pet.”

Dawn (1) proceeded to demonstrate why she was a favored pet by giving each of the three new arrivals a big hug, taking the opportunity to gently rub her bare body all over their own nude flesh.

Sharon pointed at the other newly arrived woman. No great shakes in the looks department, Dawn (2) made up for it with a really killer naturally grown figure, no hormones needed. “This is also Dawn. She’s Dawn (1)’s friend. The two usually come as a matched set around here, so if you want a double, check with the Dawns.”

After the introductions to the Dawns, all sorts of new and previously unimagined experiences chased themselves through Doris’s imagination as she followed Rosa off to undergo one of them.

Some time later, Julie was brought out, freshly scrubbed and towed by the rope binding her hands. She was looking suitably panicky and terrified around the large rubber ball gag stuffed in her mouth. As Ixinza towed her into the kitchen for preparation, she was constantly giving forth with a series of muffled squeals around her gag. Belinda reached over and extracted the gag from Julie’s mouth and asked, “How are you doing, love? Enjoying yourself?”

“Oh, wonderfully, Belinda,” Julie gushed. “This is really my fantasy! Can I scream a little louder? I really feel like doing it.”

Belinda considered for a minute. “I would rather you not do that yet, dear,” she replied. “You want to save your voice for when you’re spitted and put on to cook. We’re going to use a two part spit so your vocal cords aren’t blocked and you can make as much noise as you want. Won’t that be fun?”

Julie rolled her eyes in ecstasy. “Oh, Yes, Belinda! That would be wonderful! Please do! I’m really looking forward to that!”

Belinda nodded and replaced the gag. “Certainly, dear. Now you can continue to make some noise, of course, but don’t struggle too violently. We don’t want to strain your voice or make it difficult for the cooks, do we?”

Julie, mouth now distended by the ball, nodded in earnest agreement.

Sharon scowled and shook her head in resignation. If she’d heard one conversation like that with a muffin, she’d heard a hundred. Nearby, Tammy and Kathy, watched in wide-eyed interest while Doris appeared slightly taken aback.

Ellie, one of the muffins, strolled over to Tammy and Kathy, and struck up a conversation after a few preliminary squeezes and hefts of various meaty parts - a standard greeting at the ranch. “Welcome to the ranch,” she said. “You two certainly have wonderful meat. Most of us have to have meat development hormones to get anywhere near what you’ve got.”

“Thank you,” Tammy said. “I have to say you look delicious, too. Uh… can I squeeze you - just a little? I’d love to be able to do that to another girl.”

“Honey,” Ellie grinned, stepping back and spreading her arms wide, “you can just fondle away to your heart’s content. That’s what being here at the ranch means.”

She looked at Doris’s hopeful expression. “Doris, you can join them. You guys can feel free to stroke and squeeze anything you want to on anyone. I’d love to feel your hands on me right now.”

With that, the other three began to run their hands tentatively over Ellie’s bare body, while she stood there smiling, arms still outstretched. Greatly daring, Doris grabbed a handful of Ellie’s plump buttock and squeezed. She enjoyed the feel of Ellie’s round meat and Ellie certainly enjoyed having it felt.

After the preliminary stroke, squeeze, and fondle, all four women were well into the spirit of the occasion. Taking note of the sounds from the kitchen area, Ellie looked around and saw Julie already on her belly on the kitchen island. Her hair was already put up for safety reasons and her breasts bound together with cooking twine so they wouldn’t flop as she turned on the spit. Her ankles were pulled back and tied to her wrists, a perfect posture to stuff her plump round ass. The kitchen crew, gleams of anticipation in their eyes, were bringing over a large bowl of stuffing. Ellie really wanted to see the next part. “Okay, ladies,” she said, “we want to stop playing for a moment and watch this. We can still get to know each other, though. Tammy and Kathy, you two stand side by side facing the kitchen. Just relax, Doris and I will take over. Doris, you do what I do.”

Ellie pressed her nude form gently into Tammy’s back, her hips gently but firmly pressed into Tammy’s soft bare buttocks. She reached around the front of Tammy and began gently trailing her fingertips idly along the underside of Tammy’s large breasts. “Doris,” Ellie said, “you take Kathy.”

Doris took a deep mental breath. Well, she knew she was going to get into playing with other women when she came here. It looked like now was the time to get started. She pressed herself to Kathy’s back like Ellie had done to Tammy and began to gently stroke the underside of Kathy’s breasts as well.

Kathy shivered with pleasure. This was her first erotic experience with another women, and she found she really liked it. Doris also found the whole situation enjoyable as she leaned around Kathy’s head to watch the fun in the kitchen. More - and deeper - was sure to follow, both women told themselves with mental giggles.

Meanwhile, Julie was filling the air with a variety of low moans, groans and other noises while Ixinza was engaged in filling her ass with stuffing. After every couple of handfuls shoved up her bottom, a thick smooth plastic dowel was used to tamp the mixture further up inside her. Julie was feeling as full as she’d ever felt and was quite content with the idea. She was going to make a wonderful roast and was overjoyed at the idea. Julie was sure she was going to taste better than any of the girls she’d eaten while she was at the ranch. The thought simply made her more deliciously excited.

Deliciously excited also described Tammy and Kathy. Here they were, watching a real girl being actually prepared to cook, and the feeling of the bare female bodies pressed to their own nude flesh made things wonderful, and what those fingers were doing to their breasts just ran shivers up and down their spines.

The shivers were doing something for Doris, too. Every jiggly twitch of Kathy’s back and bottom against her was simply wonderful. As she watched Ixinza insert a thick vibrator/plug into Julie’s ass to hold in the stuffing, she also began to really, really get into the spirit of the occasion. Not to mention Kathy’s soft, squeezable breasts.

Rosa attached a metal rod between the cuffs holding Julie’s wrists to her ankles. This would hold her legs apart as she roasted. “That’s a new cooking posture Belinda and Julie wanted to try out,” Ellie explained. “They wanted to see if Julie’s prime filet and her inner thigh steaks would cook up medium instead of rare. A lot of the girls prefer their meat done medium and Julie agreed. The only downside is that you have to really baste Julie’s clitoris and pussy lips to keep them from overcooking. Of course, Julie doesn’t mind that part”

Meanwhile, Doris and her two edible friends watched in fascination as Ixinza took a long pole from a wall rack and returned to Julie. The pole was unusual because there was a long thick plastic penis fastened to one end, the end that Ixinza calmly inserted up Julie’s cunt all the way. “That’s thing’s huge!” Tammy breathed in husky amazement.

Ellie giggled. “Oh, she can handle it. After you’re here for a little while, you’ll be able to handle one, too.”

“What’s happening?” Kathy asked.

“That’s the bottom half of a two part hypermagnetic spit,” Ellie replied. “The plastic attachment in Julie is really a combination electronic vibrator and tingler. Gives you some really wild sensations while you’re on the spit. See how they’re putting another pole into her mouth? That’s the other half of the spit. When Ixinza turns on the current, a really powerful magnetic field locks the two halves of the spit like they were one and you actually feel like you’re fully spitted. You aren’t, of course, but you feel that way and it lets you sound off to your heart’s content over the heat.”

“You sound like you’ve done it before,” Doris commented.

“I have,” Ellie replied calmly, drawing an amazed look from Doris. “We all have. It’s not permanent, so we all ride the spit over a barbecue pit for fun until the day comes when we can do it for real. You aren’t left on too long, just until you get a little delirious, but the feelings are fabulous! You come off the pole, get put on a platter, and the cook and her friends get to nibble on a really juicy pussy. That’s also wild, let me tell you! I’ve blacked out a time or two from the sensations. Julie wanted a two part pole instead of a solid one because she wanted to have the fun of making as much noise as possible. See how they’ve turned on the vibe in her ass and the tingler in her pussy? She’s really going to get noisy now, especially when the heat hits her. The cooks here always put a girl on over low heat, then build it up slowly so you can feel yourself start to cook but it isn’t too painful. Once heat stroke gets Julie, they’ll crank the heat up higher and she’ll really start to cook. That’s when everyone gets to play around while we’re waiting for dinner. We’ll be ready for it, too.

“Wow!” Kathy said softly.

Ellie grinned. “Doris and I will get a couple of plug-ons and we’ll get into you two - then you girls will really have fun. We will too. Those plugs wiggle in your pussy and ass while you’re fucking the girl and you can get off just as hard.”

Doris contemplated Ellie’s agenda nervously for a moment, then decided what the hell. She was here, buck naked, stroking her friend’s nude body and really getting turned on. May as well take it to the logical conclusion and fuck her good and hard. That plug-on thing sounded interesting.

Julie was now on the rotisserie, vibrations and electronic tingles filling her hips and the heat from the coils bathing her body. This was just too wild, and she decided now was the time to make some noise. Her squeals, slightly muffled around the front half of the spit filling her mouth, started to fill the air of the patio. She could feel the oily basting brush as it caressed her bare flesh. The soft bristles lightly brushed her clitoris and she screamed, good and loud, as the first of what she knew were going to be some really huge orgasms exploded. She was drifting into an alpha state where nothing existed but erotic sensations and heat. She could smell the delicious aroma of a cooking girl, hear the light splatters of her juice and the oil hitting the catch pan and closed her eyes concentrating on the world of sensation that submerged her. More orgasms hit her like a freight train rolling over her. She could barely catch her breath to announce their arrival with more screams and moans. All Julie could do was squirm and sound off, but this was the Ultimate Fuck, one to a customer, and it was marvelous!

“Eeeeeeeeeeee! Ohhh! EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee!!!”

Like the rest of the women at the ranch, Tammy and Kathy were fascinated as Julie’s beautiful oily rounded body squirmed on the pole, her every curve gleaming in the light from the heating coils. Julie’s loud squeals and wonderful aroma of cooking girl meat were sending them all skyward on a wave of building desire. Unconsciously, Kathy squirmed her hips against Doris’s bare pubis, pushing tightly with her meaty soft buttocks. Both women were dying for a fuck, but the spectacle of watching Julie cook held their attention too much for them to consider their own needs.

Ellie, like Doris with Kathy, was letting her hands roam further and further over Tammy’s soft bare flesh. Ellie saw the wonderfully erotic spectacle of Julie’s naked oily body squirming, squealing, cooking, and thought about the woman whose tender meat she was fondling. “Julie’s about gone, girls,” Ellie said in a husky voice. “We need to do something about us, now.”

Suiting action to words, she took two plug-ons from a nearby drawer and handed one to Doris. “Just like a strap-on,” she told the slightly puzzled woman, “but no clumsy straps. Just oil it up. That rounded U shape off the back of the shaft is a spring. You put it between your thighs and let the back end go up between your buttocks. It’ll have enough tension to hold the shaft in place even for a good butt fuck. The two plugs on the inside of the padded spring go in your pussy and ass. You’ll feel everything Tammy does and get off just as much.”

With a little help from Ellie, Doris was able to fix the strange device between her bare thighs, then… “Now just insert the shaft up Kathy’s pussy - bend over across the table girls, but make sure you can still see Julie roasting , you can still hear her squealing - and I’ll do the same for Tammy. Don’t pump with it yet. We’ll just watch the last of Julie’s pole dance. By then, you two plump pieces of wonderful meat will be really ready for a fuck.”

Doris did as she was instructed, plugging into Kathy’s pussy, then gently rocked her hips to Kathy’s own subtle motion as both watched Julie. Shortly, both women could leave off watching and really start to fuck. Ellie was right. It was marvelous.

Over the next week or so, Tammy, Kathy, and Doris enjoyed life at the ranch. The meals were wonderful and sex was eye-opening. Especially, Doris thought wryly, when Sharon plowed her butt with a plug-on. It felt like there was a telephone pole in her ass, but fun and exhausting. Tammy and Kathy loved the laid back casually sensuous atmosphere around Belinda’s house. Girls were forever gently stroking them on one bare curve or another and telling them how wonderful they were going to look when they cooked. Tammy and Kathy were floating on cloud nine. Doris was getting the same treatment, but quite uninterested in being complimented on her meat. On the other hand, all of the muffins were more than happy to have the stroke and compliment treatment done to them. Doris found herself touching more nude women, inside and out, than she’d ever dreamed possible. Fun!

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Finally, it was the day of the big Miami Junior Women’s Club meeting. After the morning’s milking and exercise session (more about both of those in Belinda’s other adventures), everyone at the ranch was bustling around getting ready for the day. “You’re about to see more high maintenance women in one place than you’ve ever seen before,” Sharon told Doris with a mildly disgusted tone in her voice. “The club meets every month at a member’s estate here in Miami. Everywhere else, the gaggle wears ‘fashionably daring’ bikinis and they cook some girls they’ve bought from South America or Eastern Europe or some other shit hole. Servants are all girls waiting their turn on the spit. They’re nude, barely speak English, and usually aren’t too enthusiastic. Not that you can blame them.

“Here,” Sharon continued, “everyone plays by Belinda’s rules - full nudity. It makes those high priced broads uncomfortable, which is fun, but they do it because the girl’s so much better tasting and Belinda is pretty open about sex. The muffins fill in as servants and those dingbats love it. See?”

Sharon pointed out one of the muffins bustling by in what Doris presumed was the “servant’s” outfit for the meeting. The muffin, as usual, was mostly nude and spectacularly curved. She was wearing a little maid’s cap, a bow tie, lace cuffs and high heels. The lush nudity of her body was emphasized by the “apron ” she had tied around her waist. It was black lace, and wasn’t much bigger than a handkerchief with dreams of glory. The bottom of the little apron part ended about four inches below her navel, fully displaying her bare pubic mound. Doris found the outfit highly erotic. “Wow!” she said softly.

“Wait until you see what it does to those rich broads in the club,” Sharon said with a smile. “As soon as they get here, their tongues start hanging out a mile and they start getting wet. For that matter, wait until they see Tammy and Kathy. I’m looking forward to a steak from one of that pair myself.”

“Where are they,” Doris asked, then noticed the two women inside a small fenced enclosure near the barbecue pit. The fence had a sign on it that said, “Fattening Pen”. Both Tammy and Kathy were looking unhappy, nervous and very uneasy. Doris was sure it was an act, part of their role playing fantasy.

“That was originally one of the muffins’ ideas, but the girls loved it!” Sharon said. “They are really getting off on the whole scene, Doris. Fits right in with their dream fetish.”

Doris could only shake her head, then shivered at the thought of herself in a pen like that. Sharon gave her a wry smile. “I feel the same way, but it’s their fantasy. Let ‘em enjoy the whole scene. We’ll sure enjoy eating them.”

Soon enough, the place began to fill up with trim faux blondes and other types that just seemed to have a sign over their heads that read, “I’m expensive!” Doris could see toned bodies everywhere, along with surgically inflated breasts, expertly done facelifts, and other such touchups. The younger women seemed to be airheads living off their sex appeal, second or third wives at a guess. The older ones had an air of predatory pragmatism about them. At a guess, the younger ones looked on the older women as ready to be replaced, while the older women hated the younger ones on general principles. Doris decided she was going to settle down and enjoy the show.

There was a constantly changing crowd around the “fattening pen”, fascinated nude women examining two other nude women who were on the day’s menu. Tammy and Kathy were having a good time, playing it up big, nervously sidling from place to place, with big eyes showing the edge of panic. Doris never knew the two were such good actors, but everyone seemed to be getting excited at the performance.

Doris overheard one conversation that seemed to put everything into context for the afternoon.

“But they’re so FAT!”

“No they aren’t, Melissa. Look, there’s no love handles, or bulges, or cellulite, and they have nice waistlines. They just have plenty of tender meat.”

Another one chimed in, “That’s all well for you to say, Joan, but I’m on a low cholesterol, low fat diet. What will I eat?”

Joan replied in practical tones, “Well, you can have some calf meat. There’s plenty of tender flesh on those, and less marbling. I want a thigh steak. Those big thighs just look so DELICIOUS!”

And more of the same.

Tammy and Kathy were obvious hits with the crowd.

Meanwhile, away from the back lawn and its wonderful view of the Atlantic, other events were transpiring. To wit: someone had dark and evil intentions on an innocent.

The innocent was Marisa Clement. Twenty four, currently unmarried, she was in search of some older woman vulnerable to ousting from her current meal ticket by younger and sexier competition. That perfectly normal desire was the reason she joined the club in the first place. Being able to enjoy a nice meal of some very tasty girl meat was of no real importance to her. Or so she said.

The someone with dark and evil intentions was Sonja Bellevue. In her late thirties, Sonja had risen from the depths of being Sara-Ann Edwards of Jonestown, Pennsylvania, to being mistress of a twenty million dollar mansion owned by her devoted husband , John Bellevue. John - known in financial circles as J.W.- was devoted, all right: devoted to skimming off the take from the investment fund he managed and devoted to banging sixteen year old girls whenever possible. Sonja tolerated John’s second devotion because she was skimming off his first devotion. At age thirty nine, she was now looking at the horrid possibility of being replaced by up-and-coming new talent. Marisa was the aforesaid new talent, maneuvering to get John’s attention.

Comparing the two wasn’t hard, or hard on the eyes. Marisa was one of the famous Miami Hard Bodies, hot and taut with plenty of curves. The only problem was the lights were on but nobody was home, i.e. dumb as a box of rocks. She did understand the basic Miami Hard Body rules of survival: find a rich husband before you gained the Ten Deadly Pounds. Sonja was Marisa about fifteen years ago, except she’d already gained the Ten Deadly Pounds. The contrast was made more obvious between the two women since, like everyone else at the ranch, both were nude.

Sonja wasn’t completely unequipped, however. She had an expensive professional grade digital camera and an Evil Plan. The last time Belinda’s place was the scene of the club meeting, Sonja had done some exploring. That was when she found the small but complete meat processing plant in the basement. The camera and the meat processing plant now figured greatly in Her Evil Plan. The Plan also hinged on the idea that Marisa was plotting against her, but too dumb to realize Sonja was well aware of what was happening.

Anyhow, Marisa was dumb enough to agree to Sonja’s suggestion that they use the occasion of the club meeting at Belinda’s to shoot a few glamor pics. After all, Sonja was still a professional photographer - and Marisa was brainless enough to agree to model for her in Belinda’s basement. (Marisa was planning on discreetly showing the photos to John, by the way.) So down the stairs they went, Marisa leading and Sonja following, complete with camera and a tripod bag.

It should be noted at this point that Pink was fed up with the crowd outside. If he’d heard “pretty pussycat” and “Is that cat pink?” once, he’d heard it a hundred times. Damn it, he was the most feared predator in his domain, pink or not, and these batty broads were driving him nuts! He’d been through several club meetings and detested them all. Seeing Sonja opening the basement door gave him an out. Immediately, he slithered by the women and down the stairs unnoticed. Catlike stealth, you know. Once in the basement, he sat in a corner with a good view and prepared to watch the show.

Meanwhile, Marisa was at the bottom of the stairs, looking into the darkened basement. “I can’t see anything, Sonja.”

“Hang on, I’ll get some lights.” Sonja reached into the tripod bag and extracted an aluminum baseball bat.

CLICK! The lights were on. All the meat processing machinery was in view. Marisa was frozen in shocked surprise. Sonja was sneaking up behind her with the bat raised. Pink was looking on with interest.

CLUNK! The sound aluminum bats make when they hit something has no soul, whatsoever.

Sonja looked down on the unconscious Marisa with real satisfaction. Now to get her cuffed up and hung. Her idea was to process Marisa for her meat while everyone else was upstairs fascinated at cooking those two deliciously plump girls. Sonja figured Belinda cooked so many women, she wouldn’t notice a little extra meat in the cooler.

Sonja cuffed Marisa’s ankles and wrists together then got her suspended on a hook so her pussy was about eye level. This would put her just at the proper position and height for a number of tasks, such as bleeding her out.

Pink watched with the approving air of an expert. Yep, that woman was doing it right. Some good meat should come of this. As he heard stealthy bare feet padding down the steps, he turned to watch as another woman entered the scene, totally unnoticed by Sonja. Pink quietly sat watching, wondering what was next, but having a reasonable suspicion as the third woman picked up the discarded baseball bat.

CLUNK! (Still no soul to the sound.) Sonja was now out like a light on the floor. Shortly, she, too, was hanging by wrists and ankles from a ceiling hook.

While the third woman, Janine Baxter - currently divorced and also contemplating John as a meal ticket - was properly securing her two rivals, Pink was distracted by yet ANOTHER set of stealthy bare feet on the steps. He frowned ferociously. This was getting a bit absurd. Would these dames cut out the shenanigans and cook somebody? He was getting hungry.

The owner of the stealthy bare feet padded silently up behind Janine, who was contemplating her work with satisfaction. “JUST WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!!?”

Janine spun guiltily, only to discover she was confronted by a big brunette. To wit: Sharon. This relieved Janine to a degree, since Sharon was classed as “Servant” in Janine’s mind. Nobody said she was smart.

Janine looked up into Sharon’s really, really irritated face and drew her self up haughtily (as much as she could while being nude). “You have no business questioning what I’m doing. That’s CERTAINLY not your place!”

Another big mistake, Janine.

After a short - but energetic - while, Sharon was quietly discussing the situation in the basement with Belinda. Sharon’s scowl tended to keep people from wanting to join the conversation. “…so all three are now hanging from hooks. I have no idea what it was all about - or who in the hell they are - but I’d guess they were trying to do each other serious harm. The other two were starting to come awake so I’ve gagged all of them. For my money, Belinda, I’d just as soon butcher all three and put the meat in the cooler.”

“Oh, we can’t have that, dearest,” Belinda said in a musing tone, “people might miss one or the other of them and that might cause talk. I really need to examine them. I’m sure I’ll recognize them. We won’t be processing Tammy and Kathy for a few more minutes, so we do have time for a short study.”

So back down they went. Pink was gone, departed in disgust at the fact that nobody was apparently going to be processed as meat in the next little while. Belinda was confronted with an interesting tableau, however. All three women were hanging facing away from her, so she got an excellent view of bare hips and thighs framing three nicely tasty looking pussies. However… “I really can’t identify them from this angle, dearest. None of those pussies look familiar.” Meaning she hadn’t had her tongue up any of them.

“The one in the middle,” (Sonja) “has better developed meat than the other two, but that still tells me nothing. Let me walk around to the front… Ah, it’s Marisa, Sonja, and Janine, lover. Certified bitches, all. Judging from the fact that Janine was, from the evidence, attempting to do in Marisa and Sonja, Janine would qualify solely from being caught in the act. According to reliable rumor, Janine and Marisa are trying to become John Bellevue’s next wife while Sonja is dedicated to keeping the job. We could actually butcher all three and John wouldn’t care. I know him quite well. We’d just have to share the meat with him.”

The last three sentences produced much wriggling, squirming, and protesting muffled noises from the three. Still standing around back of the three hanging women, Sharon decided the movements and accompanying sounds were quite interesting. “Like I said, Belinda, we can just keep them here and butcher them after everyone leaves.”

Belinda put her right index finger under her chin as though supporting it - her favorite thinking posture. “Actually, dearest, they’re guests and I normally don’t cook guests. It seems a bit of a shame, too, that they’ll miss dinner. Tammy and Kathy have wonderful meat and I’m sure they would enjoy it.”

“Put them in the cage and get them carry out plates?”

“Possibly, dearest,” Belinda replied. “Why don’t we just leave them here while I think about it. They should be getting ready to stuff Tammy and Kathy about now.”

Decision rendered, Belinda headed back upstairs to the festivities, leaving Sharon to do a last inspection of the collection of roasts and chops that was hanging around the basement. When she got up to the main floor, Sharon saw Belinda talking on the telephone.

“Yes, John dear,” Belinda said, “I certainly agree with that thought. In any case, you are in agreement with my solution? Good. I’ll bring the winner over after we get back.” Belinda gave a musical chuckle. “Why, John, what a suggestion! Not that it doesn’t sound like a perfectly enjoyable idea. Why don’t I come over day after tomorrow and we’ll have a few drinks, then see where that leads? Fine, love. I’ll see you then. Bye.”

“What’s up, Belinda?” Sharon asked.

“Oh, I just talked things over with John Bellevue, dearest,” Belinda replied. “I told him the situation and what I wanted to do about it. He was in perfect agreement.”

“Sharon gave a wry smile. “Sounds like you also made a date, lady.”

Belinda gave Sharon a bright, cheerful smile. “Of course, dearest. Didn’t I tell you John and I were old friends? It turns out he’s fully aware of all that’s going on and quite tired of it, I can tell you. My suggestion is that we take the three over to my family island and let them loose in our mansion - the empty upper three floors, at any rate - with baseball bats. We’ll have a simply wonderful barbecue from the first one caught. I told John I’d bring the winner back along with the meat from the second captive.”

“Well,” Sharon mused, “if Sonja loses that will save good old John a bundle in alimony. What happens if the winner isn’t really someone John wants to keep around?” Frankly, she didn’t think any of the three was a woman any man in his right mind would want to share a house, let alone a bed, with.

Belinda’s smile was serene. “An intimate barbecue for two, dearest. Actually, that’s what John suggested. He really can’t stand any of them.”

Sharon had a few evil thoughts, then smiled back at Belinda.

Outside, things were proceeding apace, with everyone gathering around (making quite a crowd of tastefully displayed bare women flesh). The two highlights of the program were now standing, gagged and hands bound behind their backs, next to the large processing table on the patio. Judging by the low heat from the large patio grill, Belinda had decided to grill Tammy and Kathy as the best way to prepare their plump and succulent bodies.

Sharon licked her lips. She loved grilled buttock steak. Both Tammy and Kathy had large, nicely formed, smooth rump cheeks with plenty of good meat. A quick peek and, yep, the ends of butt plugs were peeking out from between their soft meaty buttocks. Someone had thoughtfully prepared both women to be stuffed.

One of the club members standing near Sharon, a trim faux blonde in her mid-thirties with a power hairdo and seriously buck teeth, commented, “I wonder where Sonja is? I know she’d want to see this.” Her tone said she was being very egalitarian by speaking informally to one of Belinda’s “staff”.

Sharon replied casually, “Oh, just hanging around somewhere, I’m sure.”

By this time, Tammy was belly down on the table and Ixinza had removed the butt plug, replacing it with the foot long nozzle of what looked like an oversized cake decorator. Squeezing the bag, Ixinza injected a full load of stuffing made from rice, girl meat, and spices far into the roast’s ass. A thick heat resistant vibrator followed the stuffing injection, both to keep the stuffing in Tammy and to give her some thrills on the grill. Tammy was moaning very nicely through the whole process. Then she was stood up as Kathy took her place and received the same treatment.

Both women stood next to each other as their lusciously curved bodies were oiled with an olive oil and girl juice mixture to let them cook evenly. Doris strolled up to Sharon and said as Tammy obviously had a minor orgasm, “You know, I can’t see how those two would get off so much on this, but they are. They’re going to be going wild on the grill.”

Sharon reached down and slid a testing finger between Doris’s plump bare thighs. “Considering how damp you are, they aren’t the only ones getting off on the meat preparation.”

Doris nodded with a grin. “I’ll bet there isn’t a dry pussy in the house.”

Meanwhile, Tammy and Kathy were back on their bellies on the table, this time on a large platter built for two women. The cooking crew were sliding the bottom half of a two part spit up between Tammy’s plump thighs. Tammy shrieked loudly when the tip of her spit was inserted up her pussy, and Kathy did likewise a few moments later. The wriggles and squeals made it obvious the long plastic vibrator that tipped the bottom half was penetrating far up inside the girl’s vagina. Both sets of noisemakers were slightly muffled when the front halves were gently pushed into their mouths and slightly down their throats.

“Tammy told me they both wanted two part spits because they wanted to make some noise,” Doris said, her eyes bright with excitement. “I have to say it was a good decision. But why spits if they’re going to be grilled?”

“Helps the cook turn the meat,” Sharon replied with a smile. “If you think they sound great now, wait till you hear the music they make on the grill. Nothing squeals like a girl cooking on a spit.”

With spits fully inserted and turned on so the women felt like they were totally pierced by rigid bars, Tammy and Kathy had their legs tied off to the lower spit and arms tied to their sides. Rosa activated the vibes in their asses and on the tips of their spits. Then both noisy wriggling whole roasts were gently carried to the grill and placed over the already warm heating coils. The grill was set to begin cooking them gently without pain, then gradually grow hotter, the idea being that both would have heat stroke long before the grilling became unendurable.

Tammy and Kathy were placed on the grill close enough that their bare soft hips were pressed together. They could each feel the other, feel the heat, feel the tingling vibrations in their asses and pussies, and know they were taking the Final Ride. They were beginning the Ultimate Fuck, one to a customer, and they were deliriously happy about it. Both were squealing loudly, wriggling on the grill’s bars, and beginning to drip juices into the catch pan.

Pink was up on a nearby cabinet, out of the way and happily sniffing the wonderful aromas. Now this was more like it.

The naked women in the breathless and excited audience were mesmerized, watching the oily beautiful curves of the meat squirming as it cooked and hearing the exciting squeals and moans both lovely roasts were making. More than one woman began to stroke herself in various sports, or began to give the bare female body next to her the same treatment. The smell of cooking woman flesh and excited pussy began to waft through the air on the crowded patio.

Tammy and Kathy knew what was happening around them, but that only added to the excitement of the sensations they were feeling and built bigger and bigger orgasms. Their breasts were hanging between the grill bars and closer to the heat and the cooking sensation on their nipples were driving each woman wild. By the time the cooks gently turned them over to start their backs both squirming women were actively screaming, lost in a whirl of sensation. They were meat, and they were cooking. They could smell their own delicious aroma as they were grilled. Their minds became lost in a bright flashing whirl of color, sensation, sound and explosive orgasm.

When it became apparent the show was over, the cooks turned up the heat to continue grilling their shapely plump main dishes while everyone else began to look for an outlet for their overheated desires. Women paired off and began to use the private cabanas Belinda had erected on the lawn for just this purpose. Others, less inhibited, simply grabbed someone else, frequently a happily willing muffin, and hit the loungers scattered around. Shortly, the two on the grill cooked silently and peacefully, surrounded by writhing and moaning couples.

Doris found herself atop a squirming, gasping, slender faux blonde, banging away with a plug-on, matching the woman gasp for gasp as the plugs in her ass and pussy pumped and shifted with the rhythm of her strokes. After a energetic noisy climax, Doris looked down at the blonde, remembering the woman had a really nicely formed ass and an arrogant attitude. An idea was born. “Turn over,” Doris said in a soft, shaky voice, “let’s try something new.”

It was new to the blonde all right. The scream when the oily shaft sunk to the hilt between her buttocks said so.

After making sure her guests were happily tucking into a splendid meal, Belinda took Sharon and three of the muffins carrying full plates back down to the basement. She stopped briefly to give Sonja’s rather nice haunches a little squeeze or two, then walked around to where the hanging women could see her. Upside down, because of the way they were hanging, but see her.

“Ladies,” she announced cheerfully, “I’ve decided we won’t add you to our meat store.”

Muffled sighs.

“Of course, you three will be kept here in our holding cages, but I’ve brought you each a delicious dinner.”

Less relieved noises.

Belinda continued, favoring each of them with a bright smile, “I’ve decided we’re going to take you three to my family estate in the Keys and we’ll all have a little game when we get there. Now won’t that be fun?”

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This one ought to be read first.

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Bump again.

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Glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dan!

Yes there will be another Belinda story, sparked by a fan message. It’s because of comments like yours and others I keep writing them. Thanks. Leo