Belinda 17: PART 2 Belinda and the Three Little Piggies

Belinda and the Three Little Piggies

by Leo

NOTED AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is actually a continuation of the story “Belinda and the Two Walking Banquets”. Because of that, the noted author preparing this narrative won’t go into the usual familiarization process. If you”re new to Belinda, go back and read the first half of the story. Plot development and other such details are there. Better yet, go to the archive and read all of Belinda”s adventures from the beginning. You’ll have fun.

After her guests had dressed and departed, Belinda thought she ought to go back to the basement and check on the three captive bitches therein. They ought to have finished their meals by now, and she really needed to get them more settled in for their stay at the ranch prior to departure for the Dogsfoot Key. She signaled to Sharon to accompany her. “Dearest,” she said, “we ought to check on our other guests, don’t you think?”

Sharon nodded, then answered with an air of grim satisfaction. “Oh, they’re cozy, Belinda. Last I looked in, they’d finished eating. Then they started pestering me with all sorts of silly protests and questions.”

“I settled that.” The last statement was made with an air of grim finality. Belinda only nodded. She knew Sharon. Her “settlement” should be interesting.

Once in the basement, Belinda was greeted with the sight of three distressed nude women apparently standing in front of three chains hanging from the roof of the meat packing section of the basement. All three had ball gags in their mouths, their legs strapped together at mid thigh, and their hands behind them. They were also wearing panicky and rather distressed expressions as they continued to squirm uncomfortably and make small muffled noises. Well, so much was normal.

At least none of them had fake boobs, Belinda thought with relief. It was such a pain to remove the saline packs. In fact, while Marisa had breasts that might be officially described as “pert”, the other two had very nicely shaped medium sized jugs. Nice material for stews, stuffing or cored and stuffed for a light lunch.

Belinda walked around behind the three. Their arms were strapped across their backs about mid way down, completing the binding. The three were standing in a rather erect position due to the fact that the chains ended in heavy blunt hooks. The hooks disappeared between three sets of nicely shaped bare buttocks. Obviously, the blunt ends of the hooks were inserted in their asses, forcing them to stand in place.

Well, nothing unusual about that. Muffins did it all the time when playing in the meat packing area. Of course, Belinda reflected, these three women probably felt it was a rather unique form of bondage. Judging from the tight little bottom holes all three had displayed while they were hanging, they were probably unused to anal penetration. She’d soon fix that problem.

She studied the three for a moment. Sonja, the dark haired one in the middle, was a touch heavier than the faux blonde and real brunette that flanked her - Marisa and Janine, respectively - but only about ten or so pounds worth. Still, she looked like quite a succulent meal. Actually, given the trim but highly curvy nature of the other two, they looked like they’ provide some quite tender meat as well. Not in the same class with a muffin, of course, but still acceptable.

Belinda squeezed a buttock or two, then several inner thighs, and confirmed her diagnosis. Hm. Massive doses of hormones before they left for the island next week would accelerate meat development. That would help things along a good bit.

Hormones were normally administered anally. The reactions of these three former in-group bitches to having two feet or so of tube pushed up their asses three times a day would be interesting, to say the least. And those really were nicely shaped buttocks - just such tempting mounds of smooth meat. Wonder what would happen if they were touched up by a riding crop?

All of a sudden, inspiration hit Belinda. She hadn’t done that sort of thing in years, except to occasionally participate in muffin role play, but everything was upstairs in her closet for just such a contingency, and, after all, she still had to explain to these three the conditions under which they were confined and it would be so much better if the explanation was done properly…

A beatific smile spread across Belinda’s face as she contemplated the wonderful idea. She waved Sharon over, whispered in her ear - producing an evil smile - then both conspirators hurried back up stairs.

Shortly, the already worrisome world of the three women in the basement got even more worrisome. It was so unfair. There they were, sneaking around Belinda’s basement meat packing plant, merely trying to kill each other, section the meat, and put it in the cooler to hide their crime and… WHAM, they all found themselves hanging by wrists and ankles from ceiling chains. Then they were let down and allowed to eat some really scrumptious meat from two wonderfully plump girls cooked up for the club meetings. After that, when they justifiably expressed their outrage at their treatment to that horrible servant of Belinda’s - Sharon, by name - Things Happened. Now they were restrained and gagged and forced to stand upright by a (really uncomfortably) large metal hook shoved none too delicately up their asses.

Life sucked.

Then Sharon came down the stairs and turned them so they were facing the huge meat saw that highlighted the meat processing section… and Belinda walked in front of them so they could see how she was now dressed.

Life sucked worse.

They had all see Belinda dressed for the street. Also, they had all seen Belinda nude, since everyone at Belinda’s ranch, including the guests at the Miami Junior Women’s Club meeting, were also nude. That horrible Sharon was still nude, in fact. Not Belinda.

Belinda was now dressed, to call it that, in a costume that was slightly more than nude but nothing for the street. She was wearing black opera gloves, a black leather corset that began just below her magnificent breasts and ended just below her waist with suspenders that held up her black translucent hose, and calf length leather boots with pointed toes and spike heels. She was holding a black (naturally) riding crop in her hands. A B&D outfit, in fact.

This Did Not Look Good.

Belinda was actually wearing the uniform of a full member of her college sorority, the Beta Delta Pi. Belinda belonged to some truly interesting organizations.

Sharon thought the costume - and the whole B&D scene - a bit silly. Still, the corset gave Belinda’s formidable rack uplift and projection. It looked to Sharon like Belinda’s nipples stood out a mile. The suspenders and the thigh length hose framed and emphasized her shapely hips, prominent pubic mound and - when she turned around - her fantastic ass, to which the boots gave a little more outthrust. Sharon could get stimulated just watching Belinda bustle across a room. This outfit made her really, really want to dive in Belinda’s bed after this foolishness was over.

“Ladies,” Belinda began, “I thought it appropriate to introduce you to the rules under which you will live while you are in my custody.” Somehow, Belinda’s costume and the situation made her musically pleasant voice very ominous. The slap, slap, slap of the crop into her left palm didn’t help matters, either.

“First, let me tell you that you broke several rules of my ranch,” she continued. “As guests, you are not allowed in restricted areas, which is where you were found. Second, I do not allow violence on the ranch at any time. That is a major violation of my principles.”

By now, Marisa, Sonja, and Janine were really worried. To the point of panic, even. On the other hand, Belinda had their full attention.

“You are in my custody due to your transgressions,” Belinda said with a frown at each of them. “I have discussed the matter with John and decided to take you to my family island next week where you will have a little contest that will settle several matters. I will explain the rules of the contest when we get there. You will not ask about it before I give you the explanation. While you are here, you will remain under confinement and undergo such treatment as I deem necessary. You will not bother Sharon or any of my staff - or the muffins, for that matter - with useless questions or complaints. If you do, you will find yourselves restrained as you are now. I realize there are some issues between you, but if I hear of any arguments, your punishment will be more severe.”

Belinda waved her crop vaguely at the meat saw. “If you attempt, ever again, violence against each other, I will take other measures.”

The formless threat produced three sets of wide, goggle eyes and absolutely stiff, frozen bodies.

“Now,” Belinda said with a smile that looked positively evil to the three, “I will finish your chastisement. Later, you will be given your first dose of some growth hormones to help your body development. You will willingly participate in anything you are told to do, ladies, or more will follow.”

Marisa, Sonja, and Janine were Not Happy.

They got even less so when Belinda walked around behind them and mused, “These are really nice bottoms. Such bouncy targets.”

SWAT. Janine jumped, as far as she was able with the big hook up her ass and the chain holding it, when the crop came down on her ass cheeks. Marisa and Sonja jerked in a similar fashion a moment later. Swats and muffled squeals filled the air of the basement for a little while.

Sharon enjoyed the show, watching with interest as the crop stung one pair of jiggly buttocks, then another. The crop was a nice variation. The muffins that were into that sort of thing usually preferred a paddle.

Back upstairs after the session, the three tearful and butt-sore women released and tucked snugly into the basement cage, Belinda stripped off her gloves and commented to Sharon, “That was quite refreshing, dearest. I think I’ll have a session with those three every day while they are here. It will be fun.”

“Yeah,” Sharon growled huskily, “fun. Belinda, let’s let Ixinza and Rosa give them their doses. I really need a fuck with you after that display. For some reason, that whole silly episode just left me so hot!”

“Of course, lover,” Belinda said with a dimpled sweet smile. “I wouldn’t mind a nice couple of hours of sex either. I take it you’d prefer the larger of my plug-ons for this one?”

Marisa, Sonja, and Janine stood in the main room of the cage, gently rubbing sore bottoms and looked at each other silently. There was, Janine thought, nothing else they could do.

She wasn’t going to speak to either of these bitches, Sonja decided, and trying to kill them was right out, given that meat-saw threat. She wasn’t sure just what Belinda meant, but she had no intention of finding out the details in person.

Why’s everybody so quiet, Marisa wondered? She looked around at the very comfortably furnished small apartment with the bars instead of a door that Belinda called the “cage”. Evidently, Belinda intended to treat everyone at the ranch, even captives, in a first class fashion. Now if she could only find some way of taking the sting out of her rear end.

A solution was at hand. “Hokay, ladies,” Rosa, outside the bars, announced in her pleasantly accented, fractured Mex-English, “we here to make you butt feel better and get you started on what you goin’ to get while you here.” Ixinza, Doris and several of the muffins were with her. “You jus’ stand in line with you butts towards us and we’ll put some cream on ‘em. You feel better. Then we start on next chore.”

Sonja complied submissively with Rosa’s order. It thoroughly irked her to obey a servant’s instructions, but she had to admit having soft hands spread cream over her stinging buttocks made them feel better. The little muscle massage that went with the cream felt good, too. To either side of her, she could see the other two captives getting the same treatment. That airhead Marisa was even smiling!

Sometime later, Janine wasn’t smiling. She didn’t even feel close to standing, she was so worn out. Being led upstairs in chains in front of a crowd of muffins (Belinda and Sharon being mysteriously absent), having depilating cream smeared all over your body except your head (they DID get that problem spot on her upper lip, however), then washing it off in a shower before getting the deepest enema ever invented did that to a woman. She could barely walk back down to the cage when Doris tugged her chain.

Once there, Ixinza said, “Now, ladies, down on your elbows and knees. Heads down and butts up, please. It’s time for you to get your first hormone dose. You’re due for several of these a day.”

Sonja had the strength left for a mild snarl. “And if we don’t?”

Ixinza smiled back. “It will still happen.”

Sonja clambered down onto the carpet next to the other two. ( The cage was fully carpeted. Belinda felt hardwood floors a bit much for a meat holding area.) “At least this beats the damned riding crop,” she growled.

“Oh, you’ll get that every day, also,” Ixinza continued serenely. “Belinda likes all of your jiggly bottoms. On the other hand, you won’t be punished if you submit to everything without a problem.” Wide eyes from all three crouching women. If that spanking wasn’t the punishment, what was? None of the three wanted to find out.

Doris picked up a squeeze bulb with a long thick nozzle - the device used to administer the hormones. By now, she was used to being surrounded by constant female nudity and took inserting the nozzle far up Marisa’s ass in stride. After all, this was a little less kinky than a lot of the muffin games. She enjoyed those. Apparently, judging from the sounds Marisa was making as she squeezed the bulb to squirt the hormones far up her, so did Marisa. In fact, it didn’t seem to bother the other two either. Sonja took her dose from Rosa with nothing more than some squirming and Janine gave no reaction at all when Rosa did the same to her. Since the hormones included a healthy dose of Belinda’s favorite sexual enhancement drug, Doris was willing to bet it wouldn’t be long before all three began to REALLY react to the process.

Sharon lay on a sun lounger next to the pool and enjoyed a nice sunny afternoon. Underneath a wide brimmed straw hat and a pair of sunglasses, all she wore was a coat of Belinda’s special suntan lotion. Of course, it was based on olive oil and contained enough spices that the user always smelled delicious once the sun heated them up, but Sharon didn’t really mind. She was permanently off the menu and the stuff worked, so why not use it?

The snap of a riding crop hitting a pair of soft bouncy buttocks and the resulting squeal sliced through the clear air of the patio and Sharon cut her eyes to watch the action over on the other side of the pool. The three captives were tied up on a rack leaned up against the house wall while Belinda, once again in her sorority outfit, gave her arm and their asses a mild workout with a riding crop. The squeal was Sonja. She was getting quite vocal. So was Marisa, for that matter, due to the vibrator inserted in her pussy as much as the sting of the crop on her ass. Marisa was turning out to be quite a little masochist. Sharon got the feeling the girl was actually looking forward to these sessions.

So was everyone else. Rosa, Ixinza, Doris, and all of the muffins were relaxing on the patio, sipping drinks, playing with each other a little, and watching the bondage/spanking session. That had begun on the third day, after a deputation of muffins prevailed on Belinda to bring the spankings up on the patio where everyone could enjoy them.

Since nobody was cooking, Pink didn’t really give a damn about the goings-on, but occasionally watched just to pass the time.

Sharon had to admit the whole scene was rather interesting, although not her normal thing. Sonja and Janine were writhing and squirming, jerking and squealing every time Belinda touched up their asses, while Marisa was going whole hog. She was really putting on a show, twisting, gasping, screaming and moaning in orgasm, and generally having a hell of a good time. Pity this would have to stop once they left for the island tomorrow.

Speaking of stopping, Belinda appeared to have finished. She was bustling over to Sharon’s lounger, stripping off her gloves and leaving the three bound women to Doris and a couple of the muffins, who were getting into plug-ons. Spanking sessions always ended with all three women getting royally plowed in pussy and ass, something all three welcomed eagerly once the sex drugs in their hormone injections really took hold. As was normal for a girl at the ranch, Marisa, Sonja, and Janine were going to have meat very nicely flavored with sexual endorphins. Very tasty.

“Well, dearest,” Belinda chimed as she reached Sharon’s lounger, “that was fun. I must say, you also look delicious, stretched out on that lounger and all oiled up.”

Sharon smiled at the compliment, although Belinda meant the “delicious” part literally. Belinda in the dominatrix costume really turned her on and the after-spanking sex was wonderful. “Why don’t we go in back and you can lick off all the oil?”

Belinda returned the smile. “Of course, lover, I…” The phone rang.

Sharon languidly reached over and picked up the offending object, answered it, determined the call was for Belinda, then handed the receiver to her.

“Belinda,” she started, then the conversation, one sided as all such were, descended into “Yes… I see… That’s a shame, John… Of course I’ll take good care of them… Would you like me to ship you some meat? Yes… Of course… Well, take care, love, I do hope we’ll see each other soon. The last time was wonderful. Bye.”

Sharon shot Belinda a look. “That was John, the intended prize of those three predatory nincompoops, I take it?”

Belinda nodded. “Yes, lover. He called to say he was unfortunately having to leave the country for business reasons. Something to do with the Securities and Exchange Commission I believe. I doubt if we’ll see him again.”

Sharon snorted. “He means the law is one step behind him. Poor man, having to blow town with nothing but twenty or so million dollars and a couple of nymphets for company.”

“A hundred and twenty million, dearest,” Belinda said absently. “That does leave us with a bit of a problem, however. We’d planned to bring one of the game’s losers back to him to cook, then let him decide if he wanted to keep the winner or put her on a broiler as well. Now I have to plan what to do with the poor girls left in the lurch like that.”

She looked back to where Marisa, Sonja, and Janine were now moaning and squealing as they were being worked over by the plug-on wearing women. Doris had already finished with Sonja’s pussy and was now pounding her ass, the slap of her bare hips on Sonja’s tender buttocks quite audible. Or perhaps she’d started there. All three women needed their bottoms loosened, and were now quite accustomed to anal penetration. Orgasmed that way quite nicely, too, if the loud moans coming from Sonja were any indicator. As far as Doris was concerned, the fact that Sonja was such a bitch - and continued to be one - simply added spice to her butt-banging.

“You’ll have plenty of time on the yacht ride to the island to think of something, Belinda,” Sharon commented, then smiled seductively as Belinda’s eyes again roamed the lush landscape of her nude body.

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something, dearest,” Belinda said softly. “I already have in your case. Shall we go back to my bedroom and try it out?”

The yacht was an expensive two hundred and fifty feet long with an all girl crew, courtesy of the Society of Lilith. Since loading was done on the dock off of Belinda’s private beach, there was little need to dress up. Of course, bikinis were the order of the day until they got out of sight of land, but that was no problem. The muffins wore little more than thick string and some small patches of cloth. Belinda encased her gorgeous body in an even smaller bikini, proving there was such a thing. Doris, her plump body beginning to tighten up from Belinda’s exercise regimen and plenty of over-the-top sex, was happy to show off her improving figure in a bikini with a little more cloth to it, about the same size as Sharon, Ixinza, Rosa, and the crew of the yacht. Pink, grumbling in his cat carrier, just wore his usual fur coat.

Marisa, Sonja, and Janine were exceptions to the bikini thing. All they wore as they minced aboard were ball gags, high heeled beach clogs, cuffs on their wrists, and straps around their thighs to act as hobbles. Since they’d be in the cabins anyway, Belinda saw no reason to dress up the menu.

Cozily tucked away in a below decks lounge, the three captives sat and looked at each other for a moment until Sharon came in and removed their gags. “Ladies,” she said, “if you’re good and don’t pester me with insults and complaints, I’ll leave you three free to talk. Ground rules: No insults or verbal attacks, and no excessive verbiage. Any violations and I’ll get mad. You don’t want me to get mad.”

One look at Sharon’s scowl convinced the three to remain relatively silent and on good terms, no matter their private thoughts - or lack thereof in Marisa’s case. Sonja looked at Janine and commented, “Well, here we are on a boat headed to that island Belinda keeps talking about. I wonder what that game is she keeps promising?”

Janine replied sullenly, “I don’t know and right now I don’t care, if it means we don’t have any more spanking shows. Anyhow, I’m pretty sure what’s going to happen to the loser of the game.” Janine and Sonja both shot a hard look at Marisa that made her very nervous.

Janine and Sonja were both also sure the person that came in second was going to end up on a spit, too. Glancing at each other with a complete lack of love, they silently pledged they’d be eating the other woman’s pussy.

Well, OK, Belinda would probably get the prime fillet, but each one sure wanted a steak from the other woman’s ass.

It was a hell of a way to get a comfortable meal ticket in the person of John, but there it was. Winning the game, whatever it was, was going to require cunning and a ruthless desire to do in the other woman. Janine and Sonja had those qualities in abundance. They settled for passing the time by glaring at each other and especially Marisa, speculating and plotting. Marisa just shut up and felt like a mouse confined with two cats.

A tense hour or so later, a very nude Belinda came into the lounge carrying a small pot and a brush. An equally nude Rosa and Sharon were with her. Apparently, they were now where everyone could strip down. “Ladies,” she announced in a clear sweet musical voice, “we’re going to inaugurate the cruise with a little special entertainment. I think you’ll enjoy it. Stand up and turn around, girls.”

Facing the couch they’d been sitting on, all three wondered what was next. It wasn’t long in coming. “Lean over, ladies,” Belinda commanded. “Let’s see your pussies.”

Bending forward with her arms tied behind her back was difficult for Sonja, but she managed it. Belinda’s next words gave her no comfort at all. “Sonja, love, the hormones have done your prime filet a great deal of good. You look quite meaty and succulent.

“In fact,” Belinda continued, “all three of you are developing nicely. Sonja simply had a bit of a head start. Now don’t move while I do this.”

“This” Janine discovered, was the delicate and shivery touch of a brush smearing some sort of liquid on her pussy and bottom hole. To her surprise, it made her start feeling tingly down there. Little noises and motions from the other two told her they were getting the same treatment.

“There,” Belinda finally said with satisfaction, “all three of you are ready to enjoy this. Stand straight ladies.”

Once they did, the three were blindfolded. “We’ll lead you up to the next deck, dears,” Belinda told them. “Just follow directions.” Firm feminine grips on their arms guided them up the steps.

They were stopped in what sounded like a large group. Evidently, though Sonja, they were in the yacht’s main salon. No, there was a breeze and the sounds of the sea. They were on a deck. They were brought to a halt and their ankles tied together. Then Sonja felt herself lifted and placed on some kind of flat uncomfortable bench that seemed to have small bars for a seat. She knew the other two were still with her, because they were nestled to either side of her, bare hips pressing on hers. Her head was gently but firmly pressed back until the back of her neck touched a metal bar, then there was the sound of sliding metal and another bar was slid across under her chin. The effect was to hold her head up and her body straight. Another one was slid across her lap.

Wherever they were, Sonja thought, they were pretty well locked into position between the bars and the way they were restrained.

When the blindfolds came off, the first thing Janine saw was the blue Caribbean water, rolling behind the yacht. Then she noticed everyone was gathered around, looking at her and her two fellow captives with excitement. Then she felt something warm under her bottom - very warm. Turning her head with effort, she was able to roll her eyes down and, “OHMYGAWD!!! WERE SITTING ON A GRILL!!!”

It was heating up nicely, too.

“Quite right, Janine,” Belinda said. Her comment riveted the attention of all three on her smiling face. “I’ve been remiss during your stay so far, and I’ve kept you too busy to enjoy any role play. Well, dears, I promise you I’ll make up for that. Unfortunately, we only have the one grill on board. So, rather than grilling one girl and making the other two have to wait their turn, I decided to do something that will be ever so much more fun. We’re grilling your pussies. Now won’t that be fun?”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Janine’s answering comment was echoed by the other two a split second later, accompanied by spirited wriggling.

In fact, there was so much racket that Belinda nodded to a grimly smiling Sharon, who then proceeded to jam a ball gag into each open - and screaming - mouth in turn. “Those gags will come out in a few minutes, ladies,” Belinda told them, “once you start to enjoy the experience. There’s simply too much noise at the moment.”

It was doubtful the three on the grill actually heard anything Belinda said. They were too immersed in their own horrible, horrible situation and the terrified panic stricken looks on their faces as they writhed and screamed said so.

Doris, like everyone else, was watching the show. To her own slight amazement, she was enjoying it, too. The three women sitting on the rapidly heating electric grill were constantly writhing against their restraints and screaming their heads off behind their gags. Doris decided it was exciting to watch soft, curvy, bare female flesh as the three wonderful pieces of girlie pork felt the heat really begin to kiss their plump thighs and buttocks, and especially their pussies. Especially their pussies. Doris had, greatly daring, several times taken the same ride these three were now on, and she knew the heat sensitive stimulant Belinda had smeared on their cunts and bottom holes was due to kick in, right… about… now.

On schedule, Sonja’s movements suddenly became less jerky and more squirmy as she felt the tingle in between her thighs begin to intensify and spread throughout her body. The tingle reached her brain and the resulting explosion of orgasm felt like her head was coming off. She clenched her hips, arched her back as much as she was able, and screamed through her ball gag. The ripple of her convulsing belly muscles told all of the excited audience what was happening.

Marisa was seconds behind her, gasping, moaning, and squealing as she climaxed. She wasn’t really sure what was happening, but only knew it was like nothing else she’d ever felt before. She curled her toes, clenched her thighs and rode the wave for all it was worth.

Janine, too, was now feeling the impact of the situation. She could hear the drip and sizzle of liquid on the hot coils beneath her bare bottom and knew it was her, leaking. The aroma of girl juice from wet, overexcited pussy began to permeate the air and Janine knew it was the three of them, cooking on the grill and didn’t care. It was wonderful.

As the captives shifted from panic to climax, Sharon thoughtfully removed their ball gags so everyone could hear what they had to say about the situation. Comments were a bit inarticulate, but very emphatic.

“EEEEEEEEoooooHHHAAAAhhhhh!!!”

“UUUUUUMmmmmOOOhhhhAAaaaa!!!”

“EEEEeeeoooHHHHuuuunnnnnGGGGGHHH!!!”

All three were now squirming and convulsing, their bellies rippling with orgasm as the heat and the stimulant had its way. The drip and sizzle of pussy juice on the hot coils was constant and the delicate aroma of toasting prime filet filled the air.

It wasn’t long before the three were taken off the grill. Half out of their heads with sensual excess, they were placed on their backs on large platters and their bonds shifted to where their wrists and ankles were cuffed together, pulling their legs back over their heads and opening their thighs so someone would have free access to their wet and clasping pussies.

As soon as they were on the serving table, Sharon sat down in front of Sonja’s nicely presented meal and grabbed her hips before dipping her head and letting her tongue go to work on the woman’s wet and spasming overheated cunt. Doris did the same to Marisa while Belinda indulged herself with Janine. The three continued to scream in orgasmic delirium as agile tongues worked on their pussies, then started screaming again as new mouths replaced the first ones. This kept on and on until Marisa completely blacked out and the other two were totally limp, barely able to make a hoarse sound. Of course, such hoarse sounds weren’t really heard, given the noise everyone else was making as they worked off their own excitement in various ways with partners of their own.

Needless to say, a grand time was had by all.

NEXT POST

The rest of the voyage to the island was also quite pleasant, if eventful for Marisa, Sonja, and Janine. Belinda and her gang enjoyed the sea, the chance to lay out on the foredeck in the cool breeze, great food (one of the muffins happily fulfilled her chosen destiny as gourmet eats) in luxury surroundings (Yes, just like home but this was on a boat.), and having a little fun with the three captives. Marisa, Sonja, and Janine got thoroughly ridden fore and aft, nibbled to distraction, and had the chance to participate in an interesting variety of personal games. You get the idea.

Belinda knew sexual endorphins gave a woman’s meat an additional flavor that truly made it a gourmet’s delight. She wanted to be sure the three were ready for whatever might happen when they got to her family mansion.

By the time they got to the island, the three captives were allowed to run free within reason, since there was nowhere for them to go and they all were very, very willing to obey instructions. One session with Janine, Sharon, and a velvet covered paddle had pointed out the error of being catty. One session was quite enough.

It chanced that the three were together when one of the crew announced that Dogsfoot Key and Belinda’s family mansion were in sight. Walking up to the upper deck, they looked out at the site of their big adventure. They also unanimously gulped when the got a good look at Belinda’s “old family home”.

“That’s scary,” said Sonja.

“That’s spooky,” said Janine.

“That’s big,” said Marisa.

“I wonder what we’re going to do?” Sonja muttered. Janine nodded at the remark. Marisa just stared. Actually, she was secretly hoping the place had a dungeon, having now become a confirmed submissive.

The building that caused all of this intelligent conversation was a huge gray stone blocky four story Edwardian construction, sitting on top of about thirty or forty feet of artificial hill to keep it from hurricane surges. All of the windows were covered with steel shutters and there was a huge oaken door in the middle of the first floor. All in all, it looked like a creepy old English mansion crossed with a World War Two German blockhouse. Not at all designed to inspire cheery relaxation.

Belinda had come up behind the three. “Ah, the old homestead. It brings such pleasant family memories to mind, ladies, when I think of all the wonderful times I’ve had there. I’m sure we’ll all have a great deal of fun during our stay, too.”

“Yeah, fun,” Janine muttered.

As they docked on the long wharf in front of the house, Sharon noticed a long sleek powerboat tied to the other side. It was the type known as a cigarette boat, favored in Miami for races, middle-aged masculine egos, and drug running. She caught Belinda’s eye and waved silently towards the boat. Giving the craft a glance, Belinda looked back at Sharon and nodded her understanding, then smiled and put her finger to her lips. Sharon said no more about it, but continued to think about the boat and what it was doing here. At least for a while - she had the unloading of the yacht and the herding of a large bunch of nude women to keep her mind occupied.

Pink was released into the house. He knew it well and Sharon figured the damn cat could look after himself.

Inside the huge mansion, Sonja couldn’t believe her eyes. They were in the main hall with a huge set of stairs at the far end, but the decorations in the place were something out of an English murder mystery. She could see enough of the big room once Belinda turned on the power, but the light seemed to be kept intentionally low to set a creepy atmosphere that belonged to a time a hundred years gone. There were antlers, crossed swords, and old style oil portraits on the walls, while a few overstuffed chairs were scattered underneath the displays. Bookcases and curio cabinets accompanied them. A big table in the center was the only other furniture.

“I always enjoy coming home,” said Belinda in a sentimental voice as she surveyed the room. “Such a delightfully warm family atmosphere. I really love it here.”

Sonja decided that figured.

“Ladies,” Belinda said more briskly, “the first order of business is in the Old Kitchen.”

Their first view of the Old Kitchen got the three captives even more worried. The room was unadorned gray stone, furnished with a few huge cabinets and some suspiciously stained old wooden tables. Hooks and chains ending in restraining devices lined each side wall. The far wall was what caught their eye, though. It was dominated by a huge stone fireplace with fixtures for hanging a long spit. The spits, a modern carbon fiber ventilated model, were leaning in a corner conveniently next to the fireplace. It didn’t take any imagination to figure out what the Old Kitchen was intended to cook. Marisa, Sonja, and Janine began to get really nervous.

“Through that door is a more modern kitchen and dining area, dears,” Belinda said. “Just for your information, there are modern bedrooms in the other wing across the great hall, but those are of no interest to you. You’ll be spending the afternoon and early evening in here.”

The three stunned captives were grabbed before they could react. In less time than it took to tell, they had metal collars and long chains around their necks. The chains were long enough that they could move around some and sit or lie on a couch under the chain. Wide eyed, they looked at Belinda as she surveyed them with a satisfied smile.

“Ladies, I said you’ll be playing a game,” Belinda told them, “and you will. I have a few things to prepare, and the best time for what I have in mind is after it gets fully dark. Just relax here for the rest of the day while we get settled in and I get everything ready for you. Then I’ll be back to release you and tell you what game you’re going to play.”

As Belinda and the crowd left, Janine settled on her couch and eyed the other two shocked women. Neither one seemed disposed to casual conversation and she didn’t either. Finally all three turned back to the big fireplace with its ominous spits and began occupy their time by thinking very worried thoughts. They absently noted the comings and goings of various nude females as they passed through the Old Kitchen and into the door to the new facility. When the distinctively delicious aroma of cooking girl meat signaled that dinner was being prepared, it only got them more worried. All three knew the distinctively delicious aroma of cooking girl meat could be them by tomorrow. Not a thought calculated to raise morale.

When spectacularly rounded little Rosa entered the room as it got dark, Janine and Sonja were in such a funk they couldn’t appreciate the woman’s lush nudity. Marisa, on the other hand, could, and she watched with interest as Rosa lit wall torches to provide the Old Kitchen some - really, really creepy - light. Being chained to the wall in this kind of surroundings was actually kind of appealing to Marisa. It satisfied some deep urge like the spankings and restraints did.

Shortly Belinda - accompanied by her usual supporting cast - bustled into the room. Thankfully, Sonja noted, she was simply nude, not wearing that dominatrix outfit. On the other hand, she was carrying three slim poles about five feet long in one hand. “It’s dark enough for our little game, ladies,” Belinda chimed. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

Immediate thought in Janine and Sonja’s minds: Yeah, wonderful.

“Now,” Belinda began in practical tones, “let me explain. You all three got in this fix because you were in some sort of silly competition for John Bellevue’s attentions, and were unable or unwilling to keep your private affairs away from my home. Well, of course, I can’t have THAT, you know.

“Still, you do need to resolve your little dispute and I’ve decided to help you. We are going to play a version of a game that was my family favorite when I was growing up. The upper three floors of this mansion are in long term storage: dust, furniture covered in sheets, that sort of thing. It’s a simply wonderful area that lends itself to a really fun hunt. We often hunted our meat up on the upper floors when I was younger, and those are some marvelous memories, let me tell you. There’s just something about the flavor of a woman you’ve hunted down yourself.”

This explanation was NOT making Marisa, Sonja, and Janine feel secure.

“I’ve decided on a version of our old family hunt custom to settle your problems,” Belinda continued. “Now that it’s dark, the upper stories are ready to become a really wonderful hunting ground, of the sort I’ve always loved. I’m sure the three of you will really enjoy yourselves, by the way.”

The Light Was Beginning To Dawn for the three captives, as they stared at Belinda in horror.

“Now,” Belinda said in practical tones, “I’ve brought each of you a pair of tennis shoes, since the floors upstairs can get quite dusty. Each one of these hunting spears I’m holding are tipped with an injector full of a drug that will immediate put the game to sleep once it’s injected.”

“You’re going to HUNT us??!!” Sonja blurted in horrified tones.

Belinda’s laugh was like tinkling bells, a sound whose sweetness was lost on her audience. “Oh, no, love. I’m not going to hunt you. I’m going to put each of you on a different floor upstairs and you will hunt each other. The first two caught will be meat. I’ve yet to decide what to do with the winner, since John is no longer in the picture - a hurried change of residence to Belize, I believe. However, I will guarantee the winner won’t be cooked on the island and I’ll try to think of some suitable reward for the successful huntress.”

The three captives were goggle eyed in shock and horror, trying to wrap their minds around Belinda’s “game”. Belinda pointed at Sonja. “Stand up and face the other ladies, dear. I’d like you to help me explain something before we start.”

Sonja climbed unsteadily to her feet and stood reluctantly still while Belinda squeezed a few of her tasty parts. “Hm, Sonja, you really have the most succulent body for free range meat, you know,” came the slightly preoccupied comment as she lightly pinched a soft round buttock. That compliment didn’t make Sonja feel any better.

“However,” Belinda said, standing back from the naked women, “I want the three of you to know the best way to use your injectors. The arms are very hard targets to hit, so I don’t recommend aiming for those. Stay away from the neck or head, too, since that might cause disfiguring injury and I won’t like that. In fact, I will invalidate any capture made that way and automatically put the offender in the meat category. Turn around, Sonja.”

Belinda pointed to Sonja’s back, plump buttocks and smooth, slightly meaty thighs. “Here are your targets. It’s best to strike from behind, so position should be no problem. Hips and buttocks will stop functioning first if you strike there and your prey won’t be able to move before she passes out. Ladies, that’s what I recommend you try to do.”

Belinda stood back and clapped her hands, bringing Sharon, Rosa, and Ixinza forward. “Now, the three of you will don your shoes. We’ll take you to your starting position and give you your hunting spears. Then the game can begin.”

It wasn’t long before Marisa, Sonja, and Janine found themselves standing alone in dimly lit dusty hallways, wondering just what the hell they were doing. Janine was on the second floor and Sonja was on the third, leaving Marisa nervously alone on the top floor of the spooky old house.

Sonja stood there for a second, trying to grasp the situation that entrapped her. She looked at the long, injector tipped rod in her hand and wondered just how she was going to use it. This wasn’t some TV adventure drama, damn it! She was accustomed to luxury and having her every wish pampered. Then it came to her that she’d better get busy and locate the other two if she wanted to keep that pampering. For that matter, she’d better get busy if she wanted to avoid becoming an excellent meal for someone else’s pampering.

The thought being on a spit gave her a little tingle in her bare cunt, and she could feel herself getting a little damp. That was scary! She’d always looked at cooking a woman in a sexual fashion. Now she was starting to see herself in the same way! She took a deep breath and suppressed additional thoughts of broiling on a grill. Instead she focused on how tasty Janine and Marisa looked. It was up to her to put them on that grill, so she’d better get busy.

Grasping her “spear” firmly in both hands, she set off, creeping down the dusty empty corridor, trying to decide who to catch first.

Janine was going through the same mental process. In her case, Sonja’s round buttocks kept coming to mind. Wonderful steaks, there. Did she hunt Marisa first since she’d probably be an easy catch, or did she go for Sonja, her most dangerous opponent? She decided to silently steal up the main staircase and hunt Marisa. Catching her would be good practice for Sonja.

Marisa paced indecisively up and down her section of barely lit, dusty hallway, wondering what she was going to do. She literally had no idea. She’d never hunted anything in her life. Maybe she could hide and let the other two fight it out between them. Brrr. This place gave her the creeps. Those chests put at irregular intervals along the walls, the old portraits every so often, the dim light bulbs at even more distant intervals that only emphasized the spooky darkness of this place. It was just out of some old movie!

Marisa looked at the portraits briefly, but didn’t notice one looking back. One of the old men on the wall had clear blue eyes with long lashes that followed her every movement. After a few moments of observation, the blue eyes withdrew and the holes were plugged with the original painted brown ones.

There were other observers. Gathered in the main floor theater room, Belinda and her gang were watching all three in split screen projection on her huge plasma TV. The TV was at the moment hooked to the low light surveillance cameras that filled the upper three floors. Happily tucked into large comfy couches, the muffins, Ixinza and Rosa cheerfully cuddled bare flesh to bare succulent flesh whichever nude girl shared their couch and watched the fun.

On a larger couch in the front center of the room, Belinda and Sharon were enjoying the little drama. Their enjoyment was made even more pleasant by Dawn (1) who was sprawled belly down across their laps. Dawn’s hips were in Sharon’s lap, her (very) large breasts were on Belinda’s bare thighs, while she pillowed her head on Dawn (2)’s (last in line sitting on the couch) lap, a comfy place to watch the TV. Although she held a large and complex remote control for the cameras in one hand, Belinda made sure to keep the other free for a small caress or squeeze of either Dawn’s soft bare flesh. Sharon had one arm around Belinda and the other across Dawn (1)’s smooth ample buttocks, also occasionally squeezing or stroking delicious soft bare flesh.

“This looks like it’s going to be a great show, Belinda,” Sharon said. “Maybe we should have made popcorn. This sure beats looking through peepholes.”

“It does promise quite a bit of entertainment, dearest,” Belinda replied. “I’m glad you recommended putting in the cameras.

“You know,” she continued, “I’m particularly taken by Sonja’s plump ass. It looks very tasty.”

” Janine’s pussy was very tasty, too, when I had my tongue in it,” Sharon commented. “Very meaty, too.

“Wait a minute! Is that Pink?” Sharon sat up slightly and said. “The damn cat’s getting into the game!”

Conversation stopped as a secret panel behind Marisa silently opened and two bare feminine arms came out behind the totally unaware girl. They were holding a rope ready to loop around her.

Pink chose that moment to brush gently against Marisa’s ankles. The girl’s brain froze for a moment. It wasn’t a ghost, she told herself. Just something like a bat. A BAT!!! “E-E-E-E-KKKKK!!!”

And off she scampered at top - panic fueled -speed.

The rope swishing down to capture Marisa passed through empty air. Rope, feminine hands, and bare feminine arms silently withdrew into the wall and the secret panel quietly closed.

Both Janine, just reaching the third floor, and Sonja still trying to find her way to the steps, heard the scream. It gave both of them a chill. Had the other competitor already harvested Marisa or was it caused by Something Else? Worry time. Both women decided they now HATED ghost movies.

Reaching the third floor, Janine decided she’d first better scout a hiding place then wait for Sonja to amble by. Opening a door at random, she found herself looking into a darkened, floridly furnished, but abandoned bedroom. She sneaked inside. Nothing and nobody here.

Outside in the corridor, Sonja had the same impulse, this time for refuge from spooks. Opening a door across the hall from Janine’s room, she snuck inside to see what was there. Nothing but a barely lit room full of dust, sheet covered furniture, and a few old paintings.

Janine crept out of her room and into one across the corridor. Maybe that one was different.

Sonja left the room she was in and decided to check the one across the hall. Nope. Nothing.

This kept up for a while. Each woman sneaking across the hall into another room, barely missing the other by a few seconds and totally without a clue they weren’t alone.

Pink, in the hall watching this back and forth, decided the two were totally without a clue, period. He debated taking a paw in the matter.

Upstairs, Marisa was silently leaning against a hall wall in fatigue and fear. She was about done in. She almost fell into the secret passage when the wall she was leaning against slid aside. Immediately, things got totally dark as a large bag was popped over her head and pulled down over her upper body. The spear dropped with a clatter and sundry muffled screams and panicky struggles ensued.

In the theater, amidst other sounds of approval from the girls, Sharon commented “Nicely done. At least something went right with these goofballs.”

On the next floor down, both women heard the clatter and screams echoing through the dimly lit, silent old house. Sonja stole out of the bedroom she was examining and padded to a corner of the hall, leaning over to examine the next hallway.

Janine looked out of the bedroom she was currently in and beheld a wondrous sight. There, not ten feet away, was Sonja, bending over, her plump and luscious bare ass presented very nicely. Hefting her spear, Janine crept up behind Sonja, poised her spear, and stabbed her in the butt cheek in the Belinda approved manner.

Sonja felt the sting of the injector needle entering her soft flesh and heard the click of the spring as it shot her full of the quick acting drug. She tried to straighten in shock, but her hips were already failing to respond. She just had enough time to look around and see Janine in the dim light before consciousness faded. She collapsed on the floor.

Downstairs, the crowd in the theater clapped.

Janine looked down at her main rival and smiled. That was her first capture on her first hunt and she was quite proud. She was sure Sonja was going to be delicious. She decided to leave the unconscious woman where she lay and move on after Marisa - whatever had happened to her.

As Janine stalked off to the stairs, Pink stole up on silent (what else?) cat feet and delicately sniffed Sonja’s bare body thoroughly. He was tempted to sneak a taste of raw meat but decided to forego the pleasure. Belinda might be mad. Besides, he was a civilized pussycat and preferred his meal properly cooked, thank you.

Meanwhile, back at the hunt, Janine was on the third floor beginning to search carefully for Marisa. She followed a series of muffled noises until she found her.

There was Marisa, bound, gagged, and standing uncomfortably straight in the hallway. The reason for her uncomfortable straight posture was a rod, coming up from a floor platform and extending about eight inches (Janine couldn’t see that part but Marisa could feel it) up her pussy.

Janine licked her lips and decided this was going to be easy. Not being a hunter, she had no concept of the idea of staking out a goat to catch a predator.

Janine stalked up to the bound woman and took the opportunity to sneer in her face, letting Marisa see her new captor.

While thus happily engaged, Janine didn’t notice a part of the nearby wall sliding away, revealing the usual dark opening. A bare feminine arm came out of the opening holding Marisa’s spear in a nicely manicured hand. The needle tipped point jabbed Janine in the buttock and down she went.

The audience in the theater applauded again.

It was some time before Sonja and Janine woke up. When they did, they immediately got the idea that Things Looked Bad. They were side by side, but restrained on a rather interesting apparatus.

To the objective viewer, the apparatus looked a bit strange at first, but eminently practical on further observation. It was a padded bench , raised about three feet high or so. What made it unusual were: First, the cuffs on either side of the bench at one end. Second, an adjustable small platform off the back end, with depressions designed to hold a pair of female knees. Third, the bench was nicely accessorized with thick leather straps at various locations. A woman thus laid on the bench found herself a bent forward kneeling position with her torso comfortably supported by the padded bench, while her wrists were restrained by the thick leather cuffs at the front, and her calves and ankles strapped together. Other straps immobilized her waist and upper torso. There was a padded block under each woman’s chin that supported her head and made her face forward.

In short, Sonja and Janine were firmly held in a position that allowed them to see everything in front of them, but their pussies and bottom holes were available for a variety of uses. It was also not lost on either woman that they were now restrained in a perfect position to have a spit inserted in either aperture. Not Good.

After becoming aware of their predicament, the next thing that occurred to Sonja and Janine was that they were not in the Old Kitchen. Small sigh of relief. However, their surroundings were a bit puzzling. They were still on the sandy soil of Dogsfoot Key (with a very nice view of the ocean, by the way) but not anywhere around the mansion at all. Instead, they appeared to be in some kind of native village (bamboo huts, etc. - leaving aside the fact that bamboo didn’t grow naturally anywhere in the Caribbean). Off to one side was a large barbecue pit, with a low fire already burning in a very cheerful fashion. Sonja and Janine were not made cheerful by the cheery low fire. Not too far away was Marisa, standing, gagged, and bound to a long heavy wooden stake upright in the sand.

What in the Hell?

As was her nature, Sonja announced her consciousness to the world with a few whining questions: “Where am I? What are you going to do?”

As was HER nature, Janine announced her presence at the affair with a loud demand. “Hey, I won the hunt! Let me loose!”

A twenty something blonde with a younger version of Belinda’s stunning body strolled into their field of view. Oddly, she was wearing a necklace of (plastic) bones, a few sea shell bracelets, and what could be charitably described as a very short skirt of palm fronds, actually more of a wide belt, since it covered absolutely nothing and was only about three or four inches wide. The blonde’s pubic area and ass were deliciously exposed. The blonde looked at the two complainants strapped on their benches and said with a smile, “They’re awake, Belinda.”

“So I heard, dear girl,” came Belinda’s musical tones. Belinda’s costume, once she bustled into view, was equally unusual. Necklace and bracelets were the same, but she wore a string of small shells around her waist instead of the palm fronds, complimenting her glorious nudity. A very strange addition to her accessories was a sort of native crown, made of short ostrich feathers (specially ordered from a supply house in Kenya).

“Ladies,” Belinda said in happy cheer, “I’m so glad you’ve joined us. Janine, dear, I’m afraid you didn’t win the hunt. My niece, Leigh, did. So you now qualify for barbecue meat. However…”

Belinda smiled broadly and stepped back to wave her arm expansively and take in the entire village. Now that Sonja and Janine noticed, the village was full of muffins, all dressed in variations of the bracelet, necklace, and frond micro skirt/wide belt things. Most were holding long bamboo spears with rubber blades on the end. A few had bones in their hair. Sharon, standing nearby, was totally nude ( the costumes were a bit much for her). She growled softly and reached over to pop a snap-on bone out of a muffin’s nose. “That’s a bit TOO much,” she snorted with mild irritation.

“We all decided the weather was too nice to stay inside,” Belinda explained. “Instead, we decided to have a special beach barbecue with the added fun of playing at our very own cannibal tribe. I get to be the cannibal queen, isn’t that fun? And with two juicy captives to cook in the nice old fashioned manner. Now what do you think of that, ladies?”

Both Sonja and Janine chose to express their thoughts with loud shocked squeals.

“There, I thought you’d get into the spirit of the game,” Belinda said serenely. “I suggest you save your voices, though. You’ll want to make plenty of noise in the next few minutes. Sonja, that delectable round tender bottom of yours will be just heavenly once it’s properly roasted. To position you correctly, you need to have the spit up your pussy.

“Janine,” she continued, “you have a very plump and tasty pussy. Since we’re just going to precook you for storage, we’ll spit you up the ass to allow your pussy to properly roast and serve it at today’s meal.

“In either case, ladies,” Belinda said with a practical air, ” we need to open your very nicely rounded asses. Sonja, yours needs to be opened for stuffing. Janine, we’ll open yours for comfortable spitting. Sharon and the girls will take care of that. Fortunately, you’re both in the proper position for opening and the girls will take care of that little chore right now.”

Wide eyed with shock and horror, the two watched as a grimly smiling Sharon took a plug-on from a nearby table and oiled the long shaft thoroughly , then donned it. That Sharon wasn’t the only one about to get into their asses was made plain when both Sonja and Janine felt soft feminine hands spread their cheeks and the thick oily tip of a plug-on position itself at their bottom holes. The shafts were bumped into their asses and slid smoothly up into their bowels to the accompaniment of much loud screaming and squealing from the two recipients. Soon enough, the sounds turned from protests and outrage to moaning passion as one of Belinda’s sexual stimulant drugs had its way with them.

The two cross-eyed and gasping captives proceeded to get the butt-banging of their lives and loved it.

Belinda finally called a halt to the exercise when the two captives were just lying there limp and exhausted, wearing stunned ox expressions. Both appeared, however, to still have some energy left. Belinda sincerely hoped so. She so wanted the dear girls to enjoy what was coming next.

What came next was immediately apparent to Janine when the thick shaft of a ventilated carbon fiber spit entered her gaping butt and slid upwards a good eight inches or so. Ixinza and Rosa, who were doing the honors with the spit, began sliding it in and out in a fucking motion. This got Janine all hot and bothered again and produced a screaming, body convulsing climax. Ixinza used Janine’s clenched bottom hole to guide the spit further through her body while Rosa pushed in a firm, smooth motion.

Sonja, watching from the next bench, couldn’t see enough of Janine to watch the spit go in, but she saw the woman flex, then saw the spit slowly exit her open mouth. She knew she was next.

Sonja’s mind stopped contemplating poles as handfuls of rice and girl meat stuffing, flavored with spiced oil and girl juice, were stuffed up her wide open bottom and tamped carefully further in with a smooth dowel. The stuffing was mildly bothersome to Sonja, but the tamping was so much like a fuck she gasped and reacted every time the dowel went up her ass.

Finally, Sonja felt the cool smooth thickness of a spit pushing up her pussy. It was her turn to gasp and squeal and orgasm as the rod slid back and forth in her cunt, then pushed upwards as she spasmed. In no time, she was staring at about two feet of dark carbon fiber rod projecting from her mouth. It was ventilated, so she could breathe with a little effort, but it held her neck and head stiffly.

Both spitted women were unstrapped from their benches and gently lifted onto nearby tables where they were thoroughly oiled and their hair put up to protect it from the fire. Even with the stiff rod through her, Sonja enjoyed the soft oily hands massaging her soft curves. By cutting her eyes, she could see Ixinza and Rosa lift Janine and put her spitted body on the spit stands. The woman was now on to cook for real. A few moments later, she also made the trip.

After that, Sonja and Janine were submerged in a world of heat, the wonderful smells of a cooking woman and the delicate touch of a basting brush that ignited one rolling explosion of orgasm after another. Sonja flexed against the rod through her and found that motion only ignited more climaxes. She was cooking and could both feel and smell the fact, but she didn’t care. Only the blast after blast of erotic sensation was real.

Sharon and Leigh stood, arms about each others waists, and watched the erotic movements of the two spitted women wriggle, squirm and convulse over the low fires. The gentle motion of oily glistening female curves flexing over a fire always turned on Sharon. Actually, it did the same for all of them.

Pink, watching from a short distance away, was simply counting the minutes until the two were ready to carve.

Dawn (1) moved quietly up next to Sharon and gently pushed her plush nudity into the taller woman’s bare side. “This always turns me on so much,” Dawn whispered in her ear. Can we go fuck after they’re gone?”

Sharon nodded silently, still watching the show in the barbecue pit and noting that Dawn (2) was now next to Leigh, also cuddling and whispering. “How about a foursome, ladies?” She asked.

That sounded like a plan.

After the two over the fire settled down, Belinda judiciously checked one of Sonja’s plump bottom cheeks and Janine’s wet juicy pussy with a cooking fork, then declared, “Only a while longer, Ixinza, then take Janine down. We’ll harvest her pussy for this afternoon’s dinner. Sonja needs to really start cooking, however, so go ahead and build up the fire.

Belinda looked at Marisa, still bound to her stake, and smiled. “Don’t worry love,” she said sweetly. “I have other plans for you.”

Sharon brought up the subject over dinner as she and Belinda sat at one of the “village’s” picnic tables with Leigh and a very subdued Marisa. Carving another piece of a thick and succulent steak from Sonja’s buttock, she asked, pointing at Marisa, “All right, Belinda. Just what ARE we going to do with this one?”

The fact that Sonja used her fork to do the pointing and the fork had a piece of Sonja’s ass on it didn’t give Marisa any peace of mind.

Belinda laughed. “Oh, dearest, Marisa didn’t belong in the company of those two. She was relatively innocent, actually. Simply following her natural inclination. I decided to arrange it so Marisa survived the hunt, although normally that wouldn’t happen. She really needs a keeper. I was actually rather worried about finding her one.”

Belinda smiled at Leigh. “When I realized Marisa had another inclination - that of a submissive - well… That’s why I invited Leigh to the island for the hunt.”

“I was wondering about that,” Sharon said dryly. “I thought it was another of your plots. Seems I was right. Leigh?”

Leigh gave Marisa a measuring look. “I’ve been looking for a personal slave simply forever and Aunt Belinda said she’d found just the right one. A little bondage, a little spanking, a lot of fucking. What do you think, Marisa? Want the job?”

Marisa was sitting at the table totally unrestrained except in one slight manner. Her bare pussy now sported a brand new clit ring. Clipped to this ring was a leash. The loop at the other end of the leash was around Leigh’s wrist. She thought about her experiences of the last week, then looked at the slice of Janine on her plate. Then she looked at the ring projecting slightly from her labia and thought about tight ropes and cuffs and such.

She looked up at Leigh and asked, “Can we make it more than just a little bondage and spanking?”

NEXT POST

Well, there’s another episode in the works, t’Sade. ;)

Leo