Belinda 19: Belinda and the Naive Burglar for Dinner

Belinda19: Belinda and the Naive Burglar for Dinner by Leo

Sharon looked up from her magazine and noted the time from the wall clock. Hm. Better go check on Sally and Judy. She’d hung them up in the basement over an hour ago, and they might be ready to come down by now. Laying aside her magazine, she took a moment to snort at the irony of actually looking at a fru-fru rag dedicated to the latest fashion. That was a bit amusing, since she was completely nude. In fact, none of the women around her were wearing anything at all.

When Sharon took the time to “dress up” she usually wore ultra short jeans cutoffs (plenty of cheek showing) and a sleeveless flannel work shirt tied under her magnificent breasts (plenty of cleavage). Normally, however, she was just nude around the ranch, her tall 38D-28-38 figure as bare as every other woman in the place. At Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy - AKA Belinda’s fabulous ranch style mansion on a cliff overlooking a highly private beach just south of South Beach, Miami - the owner liked to see what was on the menu. Ergo, one major rule of the place was every woman in it (and there were only women in it) was nude.

In Belinda’s case, this was a boon to all, since her forty something body had beautiful glowing skin and the kind of smooth knockout figure that would make a Playboy Playmate of the Decade swoon with envy. In the case of everyone else, nudity was also a wonderful condition, fun, stimulating, and appetizing.

Sharon was the lead cow, den mother, and forewoman of the ranch, responsible for the spit muffins. To show her status, she wore a short gold chain clipped to her nipples. with a little golden cow bell (intentionally silenced) on it. She loved the little chain because it gave her great cleavage even while she was nude.

Spit muffins were a constantly replenished group of ten or so eminently eatable women that held the fetish of becoming a gourmet dinner. That fetish met with Sharon’s whole hearted approval since it kept her off the menu, although her status as Belinda’s permanent companion and counterweight to her slightly dotty personality also did that.

When a muffin came to the ranch to enjoy a carefree existence of wild sex and other types of freewheeling goofy fun prior to becoming an excellent meal, they were sorted into two categories depending on breast size: dairy and meat. Both types of girls eventually ended up on a spit, a grill, or the oven , but were given different types of special hormone mixtures developed by Belinda, a genius level chemist. The milk girls got hormones that enabled them to give milk. The others got a special meat development mixture that improved hips, buttocks, thighs, pubic areas and other meaty parts. It also helped the meat sheath of the breasts thicken to the point that a meat girl looked like she was sporting a multi-thousand dollar pair of designer grade surgically enhanced breasts, but nicely edible instead - no inedible additives. The constant sexual activity of the muffins produced massive amounts of sexual endorphins that enhanced the flavor of their meat, transforming the already succulent taste of girl flesh from wonderful to truly exquisite.

Sharon was aided in her duties by two other permanent residents and paid employees of the ranch, Rosa and Ixinza. Rosa was a short, round, spectacularly curvy Mexican girl that occasionally went by the nickname of “Tits and Ass”, after her most prominent features. Ixinza was a latte toned Puerto Rican Creole girl with a Playboy grade figure and a great deal of intelligence. Both were quite helpful and happy in their duties and fiercely loyal to Belinda.

Meanwhile, back at the action, Sharon headed downstairs to the bondage dungeon portion of the basement. The basement was a dedicated play room for the muffins. Part of it was a bondage dungeon, part of it was a holding cage for free range meat (really a nicely furnished little apartment with bars instead of doors) and part of it was a fully functional meat processing plant. You had to know the muffins for all of this to make sense as a play room.

Listening to the merry conga music Rosa was playing over the sound system, Sharon, despite her normal inclination, found herself nodding her head and humming along with the tune. Once she reached the dungeon area, she found she wasn’t the only one enjoying the bouncy melody.

As originally placed in bondage, Sally and Judy were tied back to back with their arms outstretched to ropes dangling from the ceiling and their ankles bound. Gags, of course, were obligatory to stifle the moans of fear and suffering. It wasn’t real suspension since their feet were comfortably on the floor. Nobody wanted to strain anything.

However, the naked suffering pair awaiting their doom were not currently suffering, whatever they were awaiting. They were enjoying the music, rubbing smooth, soft, bare butts together as they swayed their hips to the music, punctuating the boom-boom-boom of the chorus by bumping their asses together. Actually they appeared to be having a great time.

Grinning, Sharon strode over to Judy, the one facing her, and removed the gag. “I thought you two were supposed to be suffering and tormented,” she said wryly.

Judy smiled brightly. “Oh, we were,” she chirped, “but the music was so nice and, well, we were just hanging around…” Sharon replaced her gag with a snort.

Sally mrrmphed something behind her own gag and Sharon removed it, wondering what nutty thing was coming. “Sharon,” Sally asked sweetly, “could you, like, put us face to face and give us both spankings? We’ve been bad girls, after all.” The look she gave Sharon was sweetly hopeful.

Sharon humphed slightly and looked at Sally under beetled brows. Spanking these two meant she was going to be doing the work and they were going to be enjoying it. The day was too nice to spend down here catering to a pair of goofballs. On the other hand, this was her job, such as it was. Resigned sigh. “Okay. Bare handed or paddle?”

“Bare handed, please,” Sally said, and Judy pitched in with an incoherent agreement.

It didn’t take long to reverse the pair so bellies, breasts and other soft parts were pressing together. Of course, the girls added a little background noise with pitiful moans and garbled pleas. Soon enough, Sharon was looking at a couple of delectable plump asses and choosing which one was first, mentally wondering how much these two could take before she could let them down and get back to her main occupation: loafing.

She was saved the decision by Belinda. Bustling down the stairs and across the floor, short blonde hair (and every wonderfully rounded feature of her wonderfully curvy body) bobbing and jiggling, Belinda made her way over to the tableau. “Dearest,” she chimed in her musical voice, “I have a new muffin application upstairs on my desk. Would you please review it before I call the girl in for an interview?”

This was standard procedure. It amazed Sharon, but there were more ultra-masochist women wanting to become a good steak than places available as spit muffins. Muffins were chosen very carefully for a lot of qualities: figure development, meat quality, and absolutely coo-coo dedication to their meat fetish were tops among them.

“Okay, Belinda,” Sharon said, “but I was just about to give Sally and Judy a good spanking.”

“Oh, I see no reason to punish the dears by not spanking them,” Belinda replied. “You just go up and look over the application while I take over down here. Is that acceptable?”

All three sounded off affirmatively and Sharon headed back upstairs, the sound of loud slaps on bare buttocks and muffled squeals echoing through the basement. Sharon snorted again. Soon enough, Belinda would be banging the pair, sore butts not withstanding. Hm. If this candidate was OK, she’d have enough time to rejoin the fun and get laid herself.

Sharon headed upstairs with a more energetic outlook, ready to get the review over with.

In another part of Miami, a naked woman in her late thirties (Great body, by the way.) was also restrained in a partially suspended posture, ankles bound, arms tied behind her, and a taut rope running from under her arms to a ceiling fixture. She was on the tall side, with large round breasts, a medium small waist, and wide luscious hips. Her nudity displayed plenty of good meat on those hips and thighs, not to mention everywhere else. She was mouthing a ball gag and looking with wide eyes at the other person in the room.

Said person, also nude and female, was a short bouncy brownette with shoulder length hair, a round pleasant face, nicely formed medium breasts and a very well developed bubble butt, with large smooth thighs and a plump pubic mound to match. The mound was decorated with a slender trimmed wedge of brown pubic hair.

The smaller one was Tina. The one hanging around over by the wall was Janet. They were friends and indulged each other’s little wants, hopes, and really, really, insane sexual quirks. Tina, it seemed, loved a really good butt banging with anything thick and long while Janet was totally engulfed with the fetish of herself as meat. Janet had the ultimate desire of being one of Belinda’s spit muffins after finding out about the ranch from arcane Internet channels. Tina was helping Janet enjoy herself as much as possible until the happy day when she joined Belinda’s cheerfully goofy herd, meanwhile getting banged in the ass by her friend on a regular and sustained basis in return. Tina had never tasted woman meat. Every time she looked at Janet and thought about it, though, she found herself imagining how her friend would taste. Of course, there was also the sad but unavoidable fact that Janet, once she was a delicious pussy steak on a serving dish, wouldn’t be around anymore to give her a good rump-reaming as only Janet could. Plus and minus. Sigh.

Meanwhile, Tina was loosening the rope that semi-suspended Janet from the ceiling pulley. “Okay, girlie,” she said gruffly, “time to put you on a spit.”

Janet groaned piteously behind her gag, but Tina could see her getting really damp between the legs. Usual reaction to that statement. She removed the bindings around Janet’s ankles and walked the curvy bare piece of meat over to a very sturdy, long, low coffee table. Once Janet was face down on it, Tina picked up a special piece of equipment. The piece of equipment in question (for those interested) was a broom handle with a long vibrator attached to one end. Tina deftly switched on the vibrator then inserted the long stick between Janet’s legs and the buzzing vibrator fully up her cunt.

With Janet happily impaled, moaning and gasping away, Tina got into her next-to-favorite strap on, the one with the smallish shaft she used on Janet’s bottom. (Her favorite was the one with the big thick shaft Janet used on her.) As she straddled Janet’s bare thighs and slid the plastic shaft between her smooth, attractively formed cheeks, Tina whispered, “Okay, girl, a couple of big blasts for you, then you do my ass.

“Make sure you put on the big one for that,” she added with a smile as she started pumping, drawing an orgasmic shriek from the woman underneath her soft bare body.

In the open acreage across the road from Belinda’s isolated mansion, there was still another woman. Unusual for a Belinda story, this one was fully dressed. Of course, even though she was obscured from the mansion by trees and underbrush, nudity on her part might have been remarked upon by a casual passer by, instead of someone simply about her business in an undeveloped area. Ergo, clothes.

Her name was Candy and she, unbeknownst to her, was almost a perfect body double for someone she’d never met - Tina. There was a close facial resemblance as well, although Candy’s hair and eyebrows were dyed a Goth black and there was an indefinable hardness to her features. All told, the resemblance between Tina and Candy was close enough that an observer would have a hard time telling the two apart without close comparison..

Her indefinable hardness was very well earned. Candy was a killer and a thief, among other such moral flaws, and she was casing the big mansion across the road with fell intent. If she could get inside, she planned to commit a rather lucrative robbery. Hopefully, there would be nobody home when she struck. If there was, well, that was their bad luck, since Candy firmly believed her success was due to careful planning and leaving no witnesses. She’d left no witnesses on a few other occasions, so she believed in the system.

Candy, of course, had no idea what was going on in Belinda’s mansion, much less its stated purpose as a dairy and place for developing female meat for the dinner table. Tisk.

Back in Janet and Tina’s place, the phone rang. Fortunately, the two were just finished with their regular exercise program. Since Tina was now face down on the bottom of the stack of two, Janet was elected to answer the phone. She carefully got off the girl below her, producing a wet slurping sound as she extracted the thick long shaft of her strap-on from the bouncy round bottom in which it was imbedded. Janet walked quickly, strap-on shaft bobbing, to answer the phone.

The conversation was short and, since it was Belinda on the other end of the line inviting her to interview as a spit muffin, quite thrilling from Janet’s point of view. With a big smile on her face, she scampered back to where Tina was still lying - quite sated - on the bed. “She wants to see me!” Janet burst out as she entered the bedroom. Tina looked up and grinned at her friend’s happiness. “This afternoon,” Janet continued, “and she says I can bring you along! You can even stay until I’m cooked! She says they do it all the time.

“Oh,” Janet said softly as she climbed back into the bed and enveloped Tina in a warm embrace, “I really want you with me, Tina. That would mean so much. If Belinda will let me, I’d really like you to eat my pussy.”

Tina, having done just that in the normal sense on any number of occasions, knew this time the word “eat” meant literally “eat”. Sautéed with au jus and a touch of pepper and salt. Tina was both filled with a rush of warm affection for her friend and a little apprehensive. “I’ve never had any girl meat, Janet,” she said quietly.

Janet smiled happily. “Doesn’t matter. Belinda said it would be a while before I was cooked. You’ll get to try it every day while we’re there. You up for that?”

Tina smiled and kissed Janet, long and affectionately. “I’m game. We’ll both go,” she said when her mouth was free again.

Janet hugged her once more. “Oh, you’re such a good friend!”

Looking at the upstanding shaft of the strap-on and across a pleasantly rounded female body at her friend’s smooth upstanding mounds of rump meat, Janet continued in a more speculative voice, “I’m really excited, girl. And, because of that, I want to work it off. Get ready, because we’re about to go for a hell of a ride.”

Whenever her mind returned - between shrieks, squeals, and mind blowing orgasms - Tina had to agree. It was one hell of a ride.

At the appointed time, Janet and Tina’s car arrived at the electronic gates barring Belinda’s driveway. After conversation with a female voice from the loudspeaker embedded in the gate post, the gates opened and Tina drove through. This was observed carefully by Candy, and she also took telephoto pictures of both female passengers as they got out and stood at the doorway waiting for entry.

However, further observations were put off due to the arrival of Butch, a Pug terrier that decided strangers weren’t welcome in the wonderfully tree laden territory he’d claimed as his own. Candy departed speedily, followed closely by fifteen or so pounds of growls, barks and snaps.

Culture shock set in as soon as the door opened. Janet and Tina stood there openmouthed, gaping. Sharon took in the pair, noted the usual reaction of first timers to the ranch and mentally prepared herself for yet another repetition of the normal scenario. “Well,” Sharon said, “you’re here, so you may as well come inside.” Sharon was, by way of illumination for the uninitiated, totally, completely, gloriously nude.

Once the pair gathered themselves and entered, there was the next regularly scheduled shock. Sharon pointed to an alcove room just inside the main door. “There’s a no clothing rule here,” she said. “Leave all your clothing and such in there. Benches, hangars, and all that are already in place. I’ll wait.”

Janet and Tina didn’t take long to strip, although both - especially Tina - were a little nervous. Janet was beginning to get a foretaste of her fantasy and was becoming a touch excited. Tina, on the other hand, was wondering just what she was about to encounter.

Nothing in her wildest dreams prepared her.

Next question (doesn’t matter from who): “Is that cat pink?”

In fact, the cat was pink in the right light. That was also his name - Pink - shortened from “Belinda’s Pink Pussy”. He was the only male permanently resident at the ranch, a complete hedonist, and a connoisseur of woman flesh prepared in the inimitable gourmet style of Belinda’s place. He wasn’t a pet, simply a permanent resident.

The pet niche was filled by a short plushly built platinum blonde named Dawn who waved with interest at the wide-eyed newcomers as she saw them in the hall. As usual, she was accompanied by a taller brunette with a firm, smooth 38-24-39 figure. The other girl, also named Dawn, was her best friend. They were referred to, respectively, as Dawn (1) and Dawn (2).

Sharon nodded resignedly at the question about the cat. If only folks would think up new questions! So far, everything was according to script. She stepped out of the way as Belinda, as naked as everyone else, bustled forward to greet her new guests.

Now, Belinda bustling (and she ALWAYS bustled) was a jaw dropping sight, given her marvelous unclothed figure, all of which tended to go in different directions when she moved. Sharon knew Belinda inside and out (literally) and still found herself getting aroused when she watched Belinda bustle across the room. Janet and Tina were no exceptions.

Belinda - to recap - bustled up and threw her arms around Janet first, then Tina, accompanying the full body hug of bare female flesh with a big long kiss on the lips. “Welcome, welcome, dear ladies,” she chimed pleasantly. “Wonderful to have you here!”

Of course, the hug and accompanying squeezes gave Belinda a preliminary evaluation of both women’s meat, but that was only secondary. The exuberant hug was simply her way of saying hello. She immediately turned and bustled back to the living area, expecting the three to follow. Sharon made ushering motions and Janet and Tina, still slightly bemused, followed Belinda’s enchanting and highly mobile bare ass.

That also gave Sharon an opportunity to check out the rear aspects of both visitors. Janet was looking highly satisfactory as a meat muffin, with plenty of nicely contoured flesh in the right places. Tina looked pretty good, too. Full, smooth thighs were topped by a pair of very round buttocks that just demanded sexual manipulation and made Sharon think about salt and pepper shakers. Janet would go great in the herd and provide many a delicious cut of meat. It was a bit of a shame that Tina wasn’t going the same route. She was sitting on a couple of spectacular roasts. Sharon wondered how Tina was in bed and resolved to find out as soon as possible.

Belinda led the three to a pair of love seats that faced the sliding glass wall of the living area with a great view of the patio and a spectacular view of the Atlantic beyond. She wasted no time in beginning the interview, wanting to know all about Janet and why she felt she would make a good spit muffin.

Belinda was only half way into the questions when the issue resolved itself. Three muffins walked onto the patio carrying a fourth out to the cooking table, in a scene totally normal at Belinda’s. The fourth one appeared to be completely spitted with her legs tied together, her arms bound to her sides, her hair up to keep it from catching fire, and her large breasts bound together so they wouldn’t flop. The two carrying the spitted girl placed her carefully, belly down, on the cooking table, thoughtfully placing her so she’d have a nice view of the ocean while they were getting her ready to mount on the rotisserie. One muffin started the electric heating coils while the other two began oiling the girl on the spit. It appeared someone was thinking about dinner.

Janet and Tina immediately forgot about the interview and stared, gaping slightly, at the actions on the patio. Janet found her voice first. “Are they really going to cook her?” she asked in a shaky, breathy voice.

Sparing a glance at the patio, Belinda replied with a smile, “Oh, heavens no, dear. We’re not actually going to be cooking anybody until we prepare Lucia tomorrow.

“No,” she continued, “that’s merely some role play using a two part hyper magnetic spit. They’ll put her on the heat until she’s sopping wet and slightly delirious, then take her down and nibble her pussy. The girls simply love to do it, and they all regard it as practice for their own big day. Don’t you think it’s fun?”

“Oh-h-h… y-y-yes… f-fun,” Janet stammered in the same breathless, fascinated tones as she got up and walked toward the open sliding glass door to patio, stopping to stare avidly at the muffin who was now rotating happily over the warm coils, squirming and convulsing in orgasm. Since the front half of the spit didn’t block the rotating girl’s voice box, there were some very nice accompanying sound effects.

Janet continued to stand there, staring and utterly fascinated, stroking herself slightly on her pubic mound. Tina got up and joined her, clearly fascinated, if not as overcome and worked up as Janet. Belinda walked over and inserted a finger under Janet’s buttocks and up into the woman. It went in easily and came out quite damp. As she licked off Janet’s girl juice, Belinda announced, “I really don’t think we need any more discussion, love. You’ll make a wonderful muffin. Welcome to the ranch, and Tina can stay with you as long as she wants.”

“I… I… dreamed about… wanted… so much… I need a fuck,” Janet announce shakily.

“I think I do, too,” Tina added. “We’ve never seen this except on the Web.”

“Of course, dears,” Belinda chimed. “Sharon, dearest, would you get two plug-ons and we’ll help these girls out. Ladies, go and bend over that counter. You’ll have a lovely view as Cherise cooks and we do the pair of you.”

Smiling, Sharon retrieved a pair of plug-ons, holding them by the long thick shafts as she returned. The plug-ons were exactly like the usual strap-on, but without the clumsy straps. Instead, a large padded U-shaped spring went between the wearer’s legs and held it tightly to her crotch. Plugs for the wearer’s pussy and ass both anchored the plug-on and let the wearer have as much fun as the girl getting banged. It only took a moment for Belinda and Sharon to put the spring between their legs and insert the plugs. They were very experienced.

A moment later, Belinda was slipping her long thick plastic shaft into Janet’s welcoming pussy with a smooth motion of her hips. Gasps, moans and unintelligible sounds were the immediate reaction as Belinda began to pump smoothly.

Sharon was about to do the same thing to Tina when the woman interrupted. “Please put it in my ass,” she requested, her eyes still fastened on the gently rotating, curvy , squirming, gasping naked woman on the rotisserie. A little pause for some olive oil, and Tina squealed when Sharon slid her plastic prong home - right to the limit. Sharon took a moment to enjoy Tina’s smooth soft butt flesh on her bare groin then also began to pump. The ride was incredible.

So, as far as Janet and Tina were concerned, was the night. Tina spent it with Sharon and had a wonderfully active time. Janet was in Belinda’s bed, and, after several real workouts, drifted off in exhausted - not to mention sated - slumber.

The next morning was quite interesting - and active, to say the least. Everyone at the Ranch woke reasonably early to get the first task of the day out of the way: milking. Janet and Tina were both fascinated by the milking process. Tina was a VERY interested observer since Janet was slated to become a milk producer.

The scene is worth describing, too. A line of naturally large breasted nude muffins was on hands and knees along the top of a raised platform against a far wall. In front of them, another line of nude meat muffins were gently milking the dangling breasts, squeezing the milk into stainless steel bowls on stands beneath each milk muffin’s breasts. Sharon, Ixinza, and Rosa - all of whom also gave milk, by the way - were supervising or filling in when a milk muffin didn’t have her own milk maiden or need a little sexual stimulation to get started.

For the information of interested readers, both Dawns gave milk and they were also mixed into the general conglomeration.

The milk didn’t go to waste, either. It was either drunk straight, in coffee, used in a number of sauces, or sold to a variety of select customers. The dairy part of the ranch was a revenue producer.

Janet and Tina were invited to milk Ixinza and Rosa as a way of familiarizing them with the process. Sharon coached both on how to start the milk by stroking soft flesh and then alternately squeezing the breasts to actually milk the girl. Fun for all concerned.

Sharon then led the new pair out to the patio overlooking the ocean. “Most women don’t naturally lactate until they give birth,” she explained. “Belinda developed a set of hormones to start milk on the girls with large enough breasts for milking to be practical. She also developed another hormone cocktail to help a woman’s body develop into fine meat. We use that on the smaller breasted girls since the hormones also develop the flesh sheath over the breast glands. Milk girls usually don’t need body development.”

She waved a hand at the assembled group of bare women. “That’s why some of these girls look like they’ve had some super boob jobs.”

Tina had to mentally agree. Looking around, she saw some really spectacular racks with really firm prominently large breasts. Wow, she thought to herself. Could Belinda do that for me? Then she realized the treatment also made her better meat and decided she’d forego the process.

There was a long backless bench on a tall platform set up facing the ocean, and that seemed to be the next stop in the tour. It also had five long thick vibrators sticking up from the seat at regular intervals. “The hormones are administered anally,” Sharon explained. “Those who need them get dosed every other day. You’ll get your first dose today, Janet. When you’re called, you climb the steps to the platform and ease yourself down on a vibrator. It’ll start up when your fully seated. The Ixinza and Rosa will walk behind and insert a long tube up your ass and squeeze a bulb to pump your dose into you.”

“Oh,” Janet said hesitantly, unsure of how to ask the question, “do you…”

Sharon smiled and nodded, knowing what was coming from long experience. “Yep. Most girls orgasm when they get their injection. You may not at first, but give it a few times, then you’ll be going off with the best of them.”

Sure enough, when Janet sat on the bench, carefully seating herself with the vibrator fully up her pussy, the combination of the ocean view and the vibes began to get to her. When she felt the tube slide up her ass and the flood of hormones, she had a mild orgasm. From the sound effects, the girls on either side of her, bare hips pressing into hers, were having bigger ones. She looked forward to when she was sensitive enough to have ones that big.

After her hormone administration, Janet took a short breather, then noticed all of the women were pulling sports bras out of a nearby bin. One of the muffins tossed one to her. “Here,” she said, “put this on for the aerobics session. You’ll need it. Keeps you from flopping around.” Janet nodded, donned her bra, and joined the rest of the group for exercise.

Tina joined the group, but noted that Dawn (1) sat out the exercise session. Judging from the woman’s body, she wasn’t really into exercise. However, Dawn’s combination of plush soft flesh and outstanding curves aroused (among other feelings) a great deal of sexual interest. Given that Belinda’s girls were perfectly happy to do anything with any other girl at the ranch - so long as it was either fun or sexual - Tina resolved to take advantage of that attitude and try out Dawn (1) as soon as possible. Shooting a glance at Dawn (2), she wondered if a threesome was in the cards.

After aerobics, everyone stripped off their sweaty bras and tossed them in another bin, then jumped into the pool for a fun cooldown. Once in the water, Janet found herself joining various conversations, getting hugs from a number of well built women, and participating in a little underwater grab ass. Great way to spend a morning, she decided.

Janet found herself in front of one pleasant faced brownette with shoulder length hair and a nicely developed stocky body. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Janet. This is my first day here. Do we do this every day?”

The woman, mid twenties or so, nodded with a smile and replied in perfect English with a soft Italian accent. “Pretty much, but you only get your hormones every other day. I’m Lucia, by the way.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Janet replied. By now, she was familiar enough with the ranch’s customs to reach over and gather the other woman into a full body hug. They were standing in a little over three feet of water, but the touch of bare soft female flesh, over and under the water, was still tingly fun.

After they broke apart, they stayed leaning on each other, arms companionably around each other’s waists. Janet asked, “What’s on the schedule for the rest of the day?”

“Normally not too much except fun and loafing,” Lucia said. “This place is the most wonderful resort in the world. Today, however, we’re going to cook some fresh meat.”

Janet’s eyes glowed. “Oh, that will be marvelous! I’ve dreamed about seeing a woman cooking and I fantasize about it being me! Now it will be me, one of these days. Who’s the lucky girl?”

Lucia reached up and hefted one of her nicely sized wet breasts. “Me. Look delicious, don’t they? It’s my time to go to the kitchen. I’ve been on meat hormones since I got here and Belinda decided last week I was ready.”

Janet immediately felt awkward. Here she was, gushing about cooking a woman, and the woman to be cooked was here in her casual embrace. “Uh…”

Lucia laughed. “Relax. I dream about it as much as you do, or I wouldn’t be here. I can’t wait until this afternoon when I’m taken to the kitchen and they start preparing me. Once I get on the spit, I hope you’ll watch me, because I really plan on putting on a show.”

“Oh, yes! I’d love to!” Relieved at being put on ease, Janet smiled back at Lucia. The embrace and kiss were a natural follow up.

The only item of note between toweling off from the pool and getting ready to cook Lucia was when Tina, after a short conversation with Sharon, put on her clothes and left the ranch for a while. Janet didn’t bat an eye. Tina’s elderly aunt was out of town for a few days, and Tina had the responsibility of looking after her cats.

Pink overheard the conversation between Tina and Sharon and approved of Tina’s concern. He was a bit disappointed, however, when Tina didn’t take any carryout girl meat with her to feed the other cats. He was feeling magnanimous today and felt it was only right to show those other poor cats how the better half lived.

Oh well, they’d be cooking one of these delicious girls soon and he’d get his due. On second thought, he was getting what he rightly deserved. Screw the other cats.

From across the street, Candy watched Tina leave. She also watched her return about an hour later, being let in through the gates when someone on the other end of the gate security camera recognized her. Candy grew thoughtful and the germ of a plan was born.

After Tina stripped, she wandered out to the patio to see what was happening. The usual, of course. Several of the girls were down on the beach, sunning or playing in the water. Others were in the pool or lying around the patio. A couple had one of the muffins tied up and bent over a warm grill with her large tits toasting merrily. One of the cooks was testing the girl’s breasts with a dull cooking fork while the other occasionally added a little seasoning and continued a monolog to the squirming owner of said mammaries about how good they’d taste when they were sliced off and put on a platter.

Curious, Tina wandered over. “Hi, guys,” she said. “Are you really cooking her breasts?”

Sue, the one with the fork, looked up and smiled. “Nah. Just giving them a light toasting.” This was said over the sound of gasping, squeals and pleas from the toastee.

“Lissa really loves this,” Sue continued, lifting a nicely warming breast with her fork. “Her thing is she’s been captured and is being cooked alive by a bunch of women. We’re having some fun with her fantasy. As soon as her breasts get hot enough, her other end will get juicy enough and we’ll all have a great fuck. Want to join in?”

Tina was ready to decline, but discovered the whole wild scene was a real turn-on. The idea of fucking a girl while her breasts were being barbecued was a little weird, but she decided to try it out. She took the fork Sue handed her and began playing with Lissa’s large breasts as the pleasantly curvy woman continued to squirm and squeal.

Meanwhile, Sue put on a plug-on, carefully inserting the plugs in her pussy and bottom, then pushed a finger into Lissa’s glistening cunt. She pulled it out wet. “Um,” she said, sucking off the juice, “you’re ready, Lissa.” That having been said, she grabbed Lissa’s hips and followed her finger with the long thick shaft of her plug-on, beginning to pump. Lissa really began to sound off and wriggle.

To sort of add to the fun, Tina reached down and squeezed a nice handful of full breast halfway between Lissa’s chest and her nipple. The results were really stimulating.

Hearing a gasp behind her, Tina looked over her shoulder and saw Janet, bent over a deck chair and also enjoying the show. Of course, one of the reasons she was enjoying it was that a muffin was standing behind her. From the hip pounding Janet was getting on her soft rear, the muffin was also wearing a plug-on and ramming her for all she was worth.

Tina decided she was really ready to get a plug-on mounted and go for a ride on Lissa.

Later on that day, it was time for the main event, Lucia’s turn to ride a spit for real. Janet and the rest of the muffins were getting excited at the idea, too. Sharon was looking forward to another fun cookout. Rosa and Ixinza were in back giving Lucia a final cleaning. Tina was watching the cleaning process with interest. Belinda was happy that everyone else was happy. Pink just wanted all this folderol to be over so someone could feed the cat some freshly cooked girl meat.

In a typically goofy/exotic/erotic addition to the pre-roasting process, Lissa was hog-tied, wrists to ankles behind her, then suspended from a hook on the roof near the cooking area by that same tie so she hung belly down. Ignoring Lissa’s piteous pleas and moans (normal stuff) Sharon wandered over and squeezed a dangling breast to squirt a little milk into her coffee. “Settle back, guys,” she said to the group of muffins, “eats will be out in a moment.” With that, Sharon stretched her lusciously curved nude form into a nearby pool lounger and sipped her coffee, ready to watch the fun.

Eats were, in fact, out in a moment. Ixinza led Lucia out to the patio by a leash hooked to a clip on her clitoris, with her hands bound across her back. Her body, naked as usual except for high heeled beach slippers to keep her feet clean, was glistening with the odd water droplet. In sum, a lot of nice firm meat was on display. Very appetizing. One of the girls unclipped her leash, then several others lifted her onto the big patio cooking island and face down on a woman-sized serving platter.

Once Lucia was in position, busy hands smeared spiced oil all over her nude body, paying special attention to getting the oil far up her pussy and ass. Other busy hands then put her hair up so it wouldn’t catch fire, then bound her breasts together so they wouldn’t flop. After that, Ixinza grabbed the big salt and pepper shakers and salted her down, followed by a nice light dusting of pepper.

Tina found herself licking her lips. The process wasn’t only sexually exciting, it was making her hungry. Watching her first woman being prepared for the spit was a very interesting process. Glancing at Lissa, hanging at the edge of the crowd, she saw she was just as fascinated as the rest. Lissa was clearly visualizing herself as the woman being readied to cook.

Janet also noticed Lissa’s preoccupation, and went over to help things along. As the two of them watched companionably, Janet absently fondled the hanging future meal’s dangling breasts, occasionally running a softly stroking hand across Lissa’s belly, thighs, and buttocks.. Lissa was duly grateful and had a small orgasm by way of thanks.

Lucia was in seventh heaven. Here she was, ready for spitting, the girls were packing her ass with stuffing, her tasty meat as well developed as it was going to get, and she was soon to become a beautiful roast, rotating on a pole over the coils of the electric rotisserie. She knew she was going to be delicious. She knew she was going to put on a show that was going to drive everyone to wild climax. She knew she was going to feel the heat, smell herself cooking, and experience the Ultimate Orgasm. She could hardly wait.

Rosa looked down at Lucia, squirming in excited anticipation on the platter, then reached between the woman’s soft plump thighs and gave her pussy a few strokes as a good-bye. Lucia’s first intense orgasm was a very nice reward.

Lucia’s second orgasm came a few moments later when the bottom half of a hypermagnetic spit was inserted far up her pussy. No problem with the thick soft vibrator tipping the spit. She was already wide open and wet for it. She was also open for the thick vibrating butt plug holding in her stuffing. When she stopped gasping and moaning, the front half of the spit was pushed gently into her mouth, far enough to be comfortably seated but not far enough to block her vocal cords. Everyone wanted to hear her squeal and moan as she began to cook. When someone turned on the power to lock the two halves of the spit in place and start the vibe in her pussy, Lucia felt like there was a thick rod running through her body, up her cunt and out her mouth. Stimulating vibrations were already exciting her ass and pussy. She immediately began the gasping and moaning process.

As Lucia was placed gently on the rotisserie, she began to squeal loudly. Feeling a very nice tingle between her thighs, Sharon remarked to nobody in particular, “I love that sound. There’s nothing like the squeals of a woman on a spit.”

As her world began to rotate in front of her, Lucia was so excited she could barely stand it. She closed her eyes, clenched her body around the various items inserted into it, and squealed delightedly at the huge orgasm that immediately followed. After that, it was the sensation of someone basting her cooking flesh with warm oil, the kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that blossomed in her own personal sexual universe, the running orgasms growing steadily heavier, and the heat. She squirmed through another heavyweight blast as she heard the sizzle of juices hitting the hot catch pan and finally smelt the succulent aroma of a woman cooking and knew it was her. She opened her eyes and saw several of the muffins, stroking themselves in front of her, following along as she took her final ride. Another squealing, screaming blast of climax.

Tina was right on the edge herself. She quickly scampered over to a basket of toys and grabbed a plug-on, oiling the thick shaft with oil from the cooking table. She took it back to where Sharon was still reclining on her lounger, watching the magnificent show Lucia was giving everyone. As Lucia screamed in orgasm yet again, she handed the plug-on to Sharon, her body quivering in excitement as she watched every second of Lucia squirming and clenching on the spit. “P-please do me!” she asked Sharon in a shaky voice. “I need it so bad!”

A moment later, she was bent over the back of a pool chair, her eyes fixed on Lucia and adding her own squeals to the sounds on the patio as Sharon rode her wildly gyrating butt to a fare-thee-well. Tina wasn’t sounding off alone. Everyone else was adding to the chorus.

Meanwhile, Lucia started to drift off, immersed in her own universe of sensation, delirium, and orgasm, hearing the appreciative moans and gasps of her audience. She was content.

NEXT POST

The next several days became a wonderful routine for Tina. After helping out with the morning milking and watching the hormone administration, she joined in the aerobics and the cool down in the pool. That was all great fun. Of course, she next had to honor her obligation and get dressed and see to her aunt’s cats. After returning, she immersed herself in the goofy sexual routine of the ranch’s lazy day. Tying up Lissa and playing with her was a good way to spend a relaxed hour or two, for instance.

Meanwhile, Candy was in her usual spot across the road, carefully watching Tina come and go and documenting her departure and arrival with a digital camera. The fact that Tina could almost be her twin didn’t escape her attention, either.

Time to put her plan into action.

The next day, Janet and Lissa were relaxing together on the patio while Tina was off caring for the cats. Lissa was in one of her favorite positions, on her belly with her wrists bound to one end of a flattened pool lounger and her ankles tied to the other, ball gag firmly in place. Janet was straddling Lissa’s bare ass, enjoying the feel of the girl’s plump soft rump meat between her thighs.

Of course, that wasn’t all the pair were enjoying. A thick flexible plastic double dildo connected Janet’s pussy and Lissa’s ass. One end was about eight inches up Janet and the other was buried the same amount into Lissa. In addition, Lissa had the bottom half of a two part spit up her cunt.

Janet was happy and relaxed as she gently rocked her hips and enjoyed a low grade buzz. Lissa occasionally bounced up into the girl riding her ass, pushing the shaft a little deeper in both directions.

Janet was happy. Lissa was VERY happy.

Meanwhile, Candy was waiting until Tina drove back to the ranch. (Remember, dear reader, Candy was TOTALLY clueless as to what was really going on at the place. Fun, yes?) Yep, there she comes.

To set the scene, Candy was standing beside her car, which was artfully parked just out of range of the house’s security system. The hood was up, suggesting engine trouble. Candy had a dark scarf over her head and was wearing sun glasses, both quite normal for Miami well to do that didn’t want to be recognized or wannabes. that wanted to look well to do Scarf and dark glasses also made for a good disguise, if you were into disguises. Candy was.

Naturally, Tina stopped at Candy’s wave and got out to help the poor lady. Well, leaving aside details familiar to anyone that watches a TV crime show, Tina shortly found herself bound and gagged in the trunk of her own car. Now, this was a rather unusual situation for her for a number of reasons. Not the least of which was the fact that, although she was often around bound and gagged women, the B&G woman in this case was her. In addition, another major factor in Tina’s discomfort was that, although she was perfectly comfortable - as has been said - with B&G women, none of the aforesaid had ever been wearing clothing. She was. Ergo, Tina was a bit discomfited.

Getting behind the wheel of Tina’s car, Candy took off her scarf, revealing that her hair had been dyed to match Tina’s. All trace of Goth makeup was gone, too. The resemblance between both women was even more marked.

Candy kept the sunglasses on while she waved at the security camera, just for a little additional cover, then drove up Belinda’s driveway as the gates opened. When she parked the car, Candy donned a ski mask from her purse and got out of the car.

She also grabbed a large caliber pistol. There was someone in the house, and Candy intended that they not be around to talk to police later. She was going to have to take care of the woman in the trunk, too, but that was for later.

In a slight crouch, Candy began a careful sneak around the side of the house. If she could get in the back way, that would let her confront the occupant, whoever they were, from an unexpected direction.

Lissa, at this moment, was in back and strolling for the same side of the house. She was looking forward to a pleasant afternoon. Several of the girls had told her they’d be happy to grab her later, roughly tie her up, oil her down and toss her on the patio grill, to cook her alive for a while. Wonderful! Meanwhile, she had to take out the garbage.

Lissa strolled around the corner of the house, blissfully unaware. Candy happened to be looking off to one side at the moment, but noted movement from the corner of her eye. They confronted each other from the range of about twenty yards.

Candy reacted and snapped off a shot in Lissa’s direction, hitting nothing but thin air since she was a lousy shot with a pistol.

Lissa dropped the garbage, screamed and took off back around the corner.

Candy, on the other hand, was momentarily frozen. Was that woman nude? She took another moment to curse vilely at being discovered. Then she stopped for another moment. Was that woman nude?

When the shot went off, several things happened:

Belinda was up out of her pool chair and in the house like bare greased lightning.

Sharon, knowing her responsibilities and having common sense, not to mention no weapon on her nude form, also immediately reacted. “Everyone, in the house, NOW!!!”

Pink didn’t wait for the cluster of galloping females. He hauled cat’s ass, entered the house, and bounded up several pieces of furniture until he was safely on top of the entertainment center.

The rest of the muffins on the patio immediately followed Sharon’s bellowed direction. Several wanted to confront the intruder but did as they were told. Several others panicked and ran inside. The rest had common sense and also ran inside.

As last one in, Sharon slammed the glass door, locked it, and hit the switch that closed the metal hurricane shutters. Then she looked around for something suitable for beating the brains out of a malefactor, but couldn’t find anything. Nuts. Looks like Belinda was going to have the fun this time.

Belinda, in fact, was prepared to have the fun. Dashing into her bedroom with surprising speed, she grabbed what looked like a strange pistol out of one of her lesser used dresser drawers. It was, in fact, a police issue taser pistol. Then she headed for the front of the house. Still nude, she opened one of the front windows and stole out, still nude except for taser and fell intent. Silently - and with Belinda it was REALLY silent - she crept towards the corner of the house.

Meanwhile, Candy had run, as quietly as possible, for the far corner of the house wall, only to look around the corner and see an empty patio and everything blocked by metal shutters.

Shucks and other comments.

Disappointed, Candy turned to leave, only to find herself, confronting at close range a bare blonde vision with what looked like a strange gun in her hand. Candy started to raise her pistol, but Belinda fired first. The taser stun plugs hit. Good night, Candy.

Candy’s return to consciousness was somewhat uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. First, she realized a bit groggily, she was nude. This was courtesy of Rosa with her favorite tool/weapon, an outsized carving knife from the kitchen. Second, she couldn’t see anything. A blindfold in this case, Ixinza’s work. Next, she realized she was bound, and bent forward over some sort of bar. Not only that, somebody’s fingers were tapping a very impatient tattoo on her bare buttock. Those fingers belonged to Sharon, who was waiting impatiently for Candy to return to consciousness so they could move on to the next stage. Candy, at the moment, was unaware she no longer had any body hair except that on her head, courtesy of some permanent depilatory cream and several energetic muffins.

Sharon noted that Candy was now awake and things immediately went downhill from there. Ignoring Candy’s loud outraged protests, threats, squalls, etc., Sharon gestured to her minions. “Okay, guys,” she said, “shove the hose up her ass.”

Candy proceeded to undergo the ultimate enema, courtesy of three feet of colonic irrigation hose that was around - oh - three inches thick. After a trip to the toilet stall and an energetic cleanup, someone stuck another, smaller, tube up her ass and Candy could feel herself flooded again. This wasn’t another enema, merely a dose of muscle relaxer coupled with another of Belinda’s drugs. The second drug was a sexual stimulant to get Candy’s motor revving. Since she wouldn’t be staying at the ranch for very long, her meat needed as many sexual endorphins to enhance its taste as the thoughtful crew at the ranch could provide.

Candy, now clean inside and out, (and starting, amazingly enough to her, to become sexually excited) was led out into the main living area of the ranch/mansion. She was still nude (of course) but now tastefully accessorized with a blindfold, ball gag, a leash around her neck, and the bindings that tied her arms across her back. By this time, Candy had her mind working (for what THAT was worth) and had come to the conclusion she was being held captive by some sort of weirdo Lesbian bondage group. She was going to have to put up with a lot of girl-girl stuff and some mistreatment before she could escape. She could handle that.

Unfortunately, as is well known to the Belinda reader, the girl was WAY off base. In Candy’s defense, she was from Chicago, where she began her rather ruthless criminal ways. She’d never heard of cooking and eating a woman as a fabulous dinner, much less the Miami semi-underground woman eating culture. She was in for an eye - as well as ass and pussy - opening experience.

Once in the main area, Sharon changed her bindings. There was a rope and pulley hung from the ceiling, used for a variety of muffin games, and Sharon used that, pulling the rope down to tie around Candy’s wrists which were now held in front of her. Then it was pulling on the free end of the rope and VIOLA! A deliciously nude Candy was now more or less hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

Actually, less. Her feet could just touch the floor and support her body, so she wasn’t really hanging from her upstretched arms. Belinda didn’t want the girl painfully suspended, merely uncomfortably suspended. Belinda had no desire to hurt Candy, merely cook and eat her.

Belinda was seated on a comfy couch facing the suspended prospective meal. Her demeanor gave the impression she was on a throne. Never one to overlook a lap (especially Belinda’s) Dawn (1) was stretched belly down across Belinda’s lusciously nude thighs. Dawn (2) was nearby, comfortably curled up on the floor and resting her shoulder on the side of Belinda’s legs. Belinda studied Candy with calm quiet as her right hand idly fondled Dawn (1)’s plush bare ass. “She certainly reminds me of someone, dearest,” was her first comment.

“Tina,” Janet said with authority from her place seated on the carpet nearby. As befitted a muffin, she was part of the rest of the gang as they sat on the soft thick carpet around Belinda’s “throne” and also gave the hanging meat a careful study.

Tina, curled next to Janet, gave a slight jerk of recognition. “Say,” she said in wonder, “you’re right. She does kind of look like me.”

This piqued Belinda’s interest. “Tina, dear,” she asked pleasantly, “will you please go over and stand next to out catch?”

With Tina next to Candy, the body resemblance was very marked. Of course, there were minor differences - two of them. “She’s got bigger tits,” Sharon remarked.

Tina showed a tiny bit of irritation at the announcement. Of course, she DID kind of want breasts that were a BIT larger, and Belinda had a treatment for that, and she did kind of like the way Candy’s tits stuck out a good bit more than hers, and she really would look nice that way, and… Hold it, girl! No way did she want meat enhancement! Not in this place!

Reading Tina’s expression (and maybe her mind) Belinda smiled cheerfully. “Tina, love, if you’d like a little enhancement, I’d be happy to help. You needn’t worry about joining the herd. I think a little breast enhancement, not to mention other part enhancement, would be the least we could do for you after the way this woman treated you.”

Tina thought for a moment, took a relieved breath, then thought again. Now she was smiling. “Okay, Belinda,” she said. “I’ll take you up on that.”

Sharon looked at Tina a bit dubiously. “We have to be a little careful here, Belinda. Tina already has a great pussy and thighs, and her ass is just awesome. No need to overdo things.”

Belinda gave one of her tinkling, musical laughs. “Oh, dearest,” she replied, “I believe I can tweak the mixture to get the results Tina wants.

“Speaking of Tina’s magnificent buttocks,” Belinda said thoughtfully, “why don’t you turn our dinner guest around, dearest? Tina, please turn around also so we can compare bottoms.”

With that, the audience was treated to a side by side view of two beautiful sets of rump meat, smooth, very round, protruding nicely, with a deep crack in the middle and very well defined undercreases. Sharon considered the display wonderfully mouthwatering. She also decided to ride Tina’s ass again tonight. Janet decided the same thing. Eventually, in the way of the ranch, both desires would join together into a marvelously active threesome that left all three women exhausted and sated.

Back to the meat display.

Sharon ran her hand down the small of Candy’s back and over a plump round buttock. She squeezed it and jiggled for a few moments, the let her hand drift down to an upper thigh for the same squeeze and heft process. Quite enjoyable. “She’s got some wonderful steaks in that ass,” Sharon said, rendering an expert’s verdict. “Those thighs will cook up nicely and provide some great cuts, too. Say, medium heat and not too much seasoning. She should be quite flavorful pretty much as is.”

Candy, hearing all of this, decided something after Sharon made her judgment. She wasn’t a captive of a weirdo Lesbian bondage group. No, not at all. She was a captive of a really, really kinky Lesbian bondage group.

She still didn’t have a clue.

Belinda brought her hand down with a slap on Dawn (1)’s large plush bottom. “I’m afraid you’ll have to move, love. I think I’m going to test our guest’s reactions. Dearest, would you kindly place her bent over the back of that chair and get me a plug-on? I think I’d like a ride on that very nice ass.

“Ladies,” she addressed the group at large, “if the rest of you would like to play a little, please feel free. I have the feeling this will be fun.”

Shortly thereafter, Candy found herself in the aforesaid position, bent over the back of an overstuffed living room chair with the oily tip of a plug-on’s thick shaft carefully working its way up her ass. Her outraged squeals slowly turned to moans and gasps as - again to her amazement - she found herself loving the treatment. She’d never had anything this big up her ass before this. Come to think of it, she’d never had anything up her ass, period. She clenched her eyes, then her butt, then… BOOM!

Candy’s orgasmic screams turned the thoughts of the group in the same direction. The muffins began paring up. Sharon watched Belinda energetically slamming Candy’s rear end with her bare hips as she pumped the screaming woman’s ass full of plastic and smiled. Her turn was next.

The evening was considered quite an event by all… even Candy.

After the usual morning activities, Tina found herself looking forward to barbecuing the woman captured yesterday. This was the first time she was going to see an unwilling - if very deserving - roastee. The fact that the woman looked so much like her added an extra tingle. It was like she was rotating over the heat. There was an undeniable predatory air about the whole process and she could be the prey. Here she was, naked and vulnerable, in the middle of an establishment dedicated to cooking and eating women just like her and they were about to spit and cook a woman that could well BE her. She had total confidence in Belinda’s pledge of safety, but they were about roast a woman that might be her under other circumstances. That gave her a thrill of danger she didn’t really want to admit, but it was there. And it was addictive.

Candy still hadn’t caught on to what was happening. She was still down in the comfortably furnished basement cell where she’d spent the night, still feeling a little buzz from the bottle of wine she’d drunk, delivered by Rosa. The Mexican girl had also brought a vibrator and a butt plug, with instructions to use both. During the night, Candy had good use for the vibrator since the wine was spiked with more of Belinda’s sex drug. The butt plug was still in place, after Rosa’s recommendation and the events of yesterday. Of course, Rosa had said it was to make it easier for her to “stuff”, but Candy thought she was referring to having more plastic probes up her ass. These women were really, really kinky.

Candy was really, really, clueless.

Meanwhile, the ranch routine ambled along at its normal goofy pace. Janet, who by now was producing milk, was milked by Tina in the ranch milking session. Then it was Tina’s turn to sit on the bench overlooking the ocean, vibrator eight inches up her pussy, and have a tube inserted in her ass. When she felt the gush of liquid deep inside her, Tina knew she was now on her way to a better developed chest structure. After that, both women participated in aerobics and the pool cool down, which was always fun.

Sharon was headed towards the center of the house, turning over in her mind all of the things she needed to do to prepare for the day’s big meal. Hm, did she want to bang away at that woman’s ass until it was wide open for stuffing, or just put a plug in it while she attended to practical details? Questions, questions.

Sharon’s progress was momentarily arrested when two of the muffins passed in front of her, bare asses and thighs gleaming with oil. The blonde, Cindy, noted Sharon and brought her brunette partner, Anne, to a halt. Both posed fetchingly, displaying quite toothsome butts. “We’re going to be grilled so Tina and a couple of the other girls can have some freshly toasted pussy,” Cindy explained.

She meant they were headed out to the patio, where they’d be cuffed, gagged, and seated on a nice warm grill until they were groaningly wet and ready to nibble. Sharon always enjoyed the sound and aroma of pussy juice dripping onto the grill’s hot coils and the taste of wet, open, freshly toasted pussy, particularly when the toastee was as into it as these two.

Pushing aside the thought of tender thighs on her shoulders as she lapped up the tasty juice, Sharon sternly reminded herself duty called. “That’s great, girls, but don’t stay on the heat too long. You want to be able to sit down for dinner.”

Eager nods, and the two were off, headed for a sunny patio and a hot grill.

As they scampered off, there was Lissa, looking quite forlorn. Sharon sighed. More muffin management to do. “What’s bothering you, Lissa?” Sharon asked in resigned tones.

“Things are so busy around here right now, nobody’s tied me up and abused me today,” Lissa said in depressed tones. “I mean, what’s going on when I can’t even get stuck on a pole or something?”

Sharon glanced around. Aha, a solution. “Janet, if you’re not doing anything, would you take Lissa outside and tie her to the capture post so she can watch the grilling? Once she’s tied up, stick a vibrator in her and she’ll be fine.”

Janet nodded with a grin. “I love this place!” she said. “Of course I’ll be happy to do it. Even give that tasty cunt of hers a little licking once she gets going.”

Her grin turned evil. Janet already had a muffin’s goofy sexual creativity and knew just the sort of treatment Lissa liked. Without saying a word, she opened a drawer in a nearby table and rummaged around. This being Belinda’s ranch, she came up with a bottle of olive oil (only natural and edible lubricants were used at the ranch) and nicely sized butt plug that terminated in a thick handle.

Holding the plug by the handle, she lubricated the business end, then advanced on Lissa’s beautifully formed plump buttocks. Janet used her free hand to pull a meaty mound to one side, and put the tip of the plug to the exposed rear entrance. Shove.

“O-o-o-o-o-e-e-e-e-e!!!” Lissa came up on tiptoe with a shocked expression.

Janet pinioned Lissa’s wrists with a free hand and roughly turned her towards the patio. “Come on, meat,” she growled. “You’re going to get what you deserve.” Janet pushed with the handle and Lissa proceeded to tiptoe, hips forward and body held stiffly upright, out to the girl-grilling.

Sharon turned back to the kitchen. Problem solved. Thinking about what was going to happen on the patio, Sharon decided she was definitely going to open up that meat girl’s ass with a plug-on. Can’t let everyone else have all the fun.

By early afternoon, things were ready to begin. Candy was brought up from the basement, washed inside and out, and given a fresh anal infusion of sexual stimulants shortly thereafter. Then she was bent over the kitchen island to be given a world class butt-banging by Sharon, producing a lot of screaming, gasping, wriggling and squirming. Sharon, examining her handiwork, pronounced Candy’s wide open bottom hole ready for stuffing. This confused Candy a bit, since she felt she was already getting stuffed quite a lot.

Little did she know.

Shortly thereafter she found out when she was lifted onto a stainless steel platter on the island and Ixinza began stuffing her ass with peeled sweet potatoes, interspersed with rice and girl meat. Candy had no idea what was being shoved up her bottom, but obligingly orgasmed whenever Ixinza used a long smooth dowel to tamp the mixture further up her butt. Every time an oily finger went up her pussy, it triggered another pop-off.

With the various drugs in her system and the series of strong and getting stronger orgasms, Candy was feeling woozy and disoriented. All she really wanted to do was lie submissively on the platter and have these strange women play with her naked body.

Sharon looked with appreciation at the plump upstanding meaty mounds of Candy’s buttocks, slapped her on one cheek, and said, “Okay, ladies, she’s stuffed enough. Let’s get onto the rest of it.”

Tina, watching carefully, was experiencing some strange and contradictory emotions. It was like she was watching herself be butt-fucked and stuffed. She could feel every plunge of the thick plastic shaft in Candy’s bottom. She couldn’t imagine how being stuffed felt, and never wanted to be in a situation where it was her ass having the potatoes pushed into it, but there was no denying the whole scene was exciting. She didn’t have to touch her pussy to know she was getting damp. The strange emotions continued as Candy’s hair was put up and her luscious nude body was rubbed down with oil and spices. Since her breasts were big but not overly large, they were left free to flop as she turned over the heat. The final preparations securing Candy into position to spit actually did give Tina a minor orgasm. It was all so exciting!

Ixinza and Rosa untied Candy’s arms one at a time and pulled them back while pulling her feet back along her legs. Then they strapped her forearms to her calves. The hog tie position gave the spit unobstructed access to her pussy since it forced her to spread her legs. To hold her head at the right angle, Ixinza took a rope and tied the loose end to her hair. The other end of the rope was tied to a thick blunt hook. The blunt end went into Candy’s well stuffed bottom and there she was, perfectly presented for vaginal spitting. The procedure was different from Belinda’s usual methods, but she wanted to try it out after reading about the process in DOLCETT LIFE, the lifestyle magazine from Dolcett, California. Finally, Candy was strapped in place so she wouldn’t squirm out of position while being spitted. In Belinda’s kitchen, restraining straps were a normal accessory to the food preparation surfaces.

Candy wasn’t totally out of it, but close. She knew she was in an uncomfortable position - unable to even move her head because of the rope attached to the hook in her ass - but she didn’t care. No gag, thankfully, but she didn’t feel like saying anything. Then her slightly disoriented eyes focused on something strange on the patio. There were several naked women (and she seemed to be surrounded by nothing but naked women) out there, doing things around an ultra-large electric barbecue. Wow, that thing looked big enough to do a whole cow! Candy wondered what they were going to cook on that.

When one of the women picked up a long sharp tipped carbon fiber pole and started to carry it into the house, Candy’s interest was piqued. When that same woman pushed a penis shaped plastic cover over the sharp end of the pole, curiosity got the better of her. “What’s that pole for?” she asked.

Sharon rolled her eyes heavenward. Sheesh! This stupid broad still hadn’t figured out what she was here for?

Rosa was a little more patient. “That for you. We gonna’ push it up you cunt and fuck you until you have a real big one, then push the spit through da cover an’ all the way up an’ out you’ mouth.”

“Why?” Candy could muster no more than academic interest at the moment.

“So we can put you onna barbecue and cook you.”

“Cook me?” Candy’s interest level was rising. It was a shame she was feeling so woozy. There appeared to be an implied statement here she was missing.

Rosa nodded with satisfaction. “Yep. You try an’ shoot Lissa so we cook you for dinner.” To Rosa, the equation was simple. She liked things plain and clear cut.

Rosa squeezed the flesh just above Candy’s hip with one hand, then let it roam over her plump bottom, finishing by administering another evaluating squeeze to her inner thigh. “You got good meat, too. You otta cook up nice and taste great.”

“Oh.” Candy thought about that for a moment. Things were becoming clearer. Finally, she arrived at a conclusion. “You guys are cannibals.”

Rosa shook her head emphatically, still fondling Candy’s meaty parts. “Nope. We just eat women.”

Watching the woman with the spit approaching, Candy was still mulling things over. “But you’re all women.”

“So?”

“Oh.”

Tina was totally fascinated. At some level, she was imagining that the woman on the platter trussed up for spitting was her. The danger tingle was running through her body, perversely getting her more and more excited. She flopped back on one of the overstuffed chairs and spread her legs. Absentmindedly, she began stroking herself gently as she continued watching, not enough to get off, but enough to slowly raise the excitement level.

About that time, the muffin bringing the spit was past Candy’s rather limited field of view and behind her. As the woman passed her, Candy began to make the connections. She was trussed up on a platter. Her bare body was totally covered in cooking oil, seasoned by the smell of it. There was a heating barbecue on the patio in front of her. A woman was walking behind her with a long pole which Rosa assured her was intended to be inserted in her body. This kinky group of naked broads was planning, if Rosa could be believed, to roast her on a spit, then eat her.

All of the above brought Candy’s slightly fogged mental processes to the following conclusion: She was about to become meat on a stick.

Ergo…

“Yeeeeeeek!

Listening to Candy’s high pitched squeals, Sharon got a warm and fuzzy feeling. Some of the muffins were excellent actresses and really put on a show, but you couldn’t beat the real thing.

Even if it was this noisy.

Candy’s panicky squealing continued at full volume until Rosa and Ixinza were pumping the plastic covered tip of the spit in her pussy. Then, after the first ultra strong orgasm, the squeals changed tenor, from panicky to passionate. Candy realized what was happening, but she couldn’t help herself. She was so wet she was dripping.

Belinda, watching the process, nodded in satisfaction. Free range meat was always a bit of a gamble. Women were always delicious, of course, but sexual endorphins did so add to the exquisite taste. It appeared this one was going to be quite succulent.

Lissa was also watching intently, her wrists and ankles tied securely to the restraining post behind her, a nicely situated pair of vibrators - one each in ass and pussy - humming away merrily. She was both seeing Candy on the spit and visualizing her own bound body on the grill, all of the women surrounding her and poking her tender flesh with cooking forks as her juices sizzled on the heating coils beneath her. Wonderful.

Tina certainly was enjoying the spitting, the sounds, and the way the woman strained against her bonds and straps. After Candy’s first squeal, she stroked herself a little harder and suddenly convulsed in a gasping, moaning orgasm that added her squeals to the room’s sound effects.

Candy’s rapid fire squealing cut off as the spit passed over her voice box. The spit was ventilated, so she could breathe with difficulty, but couldn’t make another sound. As soon as the spit was several feet out of Candy’s mouth, the girls began to release her arms and legs to properly tie down, her legs to the spit and her arms to her sides. Sharon removed the rope and hook, replacing the hook with a heat resistant vibrator up her ass that would keep Candy’s excitement level high and hold in the stuffing.

There, she was ready to mount on the rotisserie.

As Candy began to rotate over the heat, her curvy body glistening from the oil and convulsing in repeated orgasms, Tina got shakily up and stood next to the rotisserie. She was still fascinated. Feeling a feminine hand massaging her buttocks, she looked and discovered Janet next to her.

“That’s going to be me, one of these days,” Janet said dreamily.

“I feel like that IS me, right now,” Tina replied in a shaky voice. “I have to watch her cook, but can we go somewhere close by after stops moving and you really fuck my ass?”

Janet nodded with a smile, her eyes still locked on the roasting woman in front of her. “Oh, yes, baby. I’ll be glad to. And you do me, too. I need it so badly.” The two stood companionably together, bare hips pressed and hands around each other’s waists and watched the woman on the spit convulse and squirm as she fucked the spit and reacted to the vibrator up her ass.

Candy was in a universe of color and sexual sensation where nothing else mattered. She knew she was cooking. She could even smell the succulent aroma of herself as she roasted and hear the dripping of her juices into the catch pan. She didn’t care. This was the ultimate fuck and she was totally caught up and swept away. Another blast of huge orgasm crashed through her, and she was completely, deliriously, wonderfully out of it.

Everyone was relaxed and sated by the time dinner was ready. Candy’s excellent performance on the spit had excited everyone, and sexual excitement at Belinda’s got acted upon quickly and emphatically. It even affected Belinda. Once Candy was gone, she grabbed the two Dawns and all three were now a little tired and very relaxed. Even Sharon admitted she hadn’t seen a pole dance like Candy’s in quite a while. It set the bar for the other muffins as far as performance art on a rotisserie went.

Tina was likewise sated and relaxed, but the old tingle came back as she approached the serving table where Candy, golden brown and smelling delicious, was steaming on the platter ready to carve. It was like seeing herself ready to be served up for a feast. She held up her plate to Belinda, receiving a juicy and tender buttock steak. It was a little on the small side, but Belinda immediately made up for it by depositing half of Candy’s prime filet on top. “Lissa gets the other half, since she was the one shot at by this bitch,” Belinda chimed pleasantly. “However, dear, I feel you are equally deserving as she so resembles you.”

“Not to mention,” Belinda added, her voice a little darker, “that this woman kidnapped you. I detest kidnappers.”

As Tina walked away, bemusedly examining her plate, Belinda gave the woman’s bouncing buttocks an appraising look, only partly sexual. “You know perfectly well you don’t really want her on that platter, Belinda,” Sharon said from beside her.

Belinda didn’t bother to look around as her eyes followed Tina. “No, dearest, not really. It’s just a thought. She’ll be our guest and happily grow bigger breasts until we cook Janet, and I don’t cook guests unless they wish it. Tina will certainly never volunteer to become a dinner, although she’s sitting on some very nice meat.”

Belinda smiled at Sharon, then looked down at the succulent roast on the platter in front of her. She pushed her cooking fork into a plump buttock mound and watched the juices bubble up with pleasure. “However, dearest, this one was also sitting on some very nice meat.

“Can I carve you a slice?”

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Thanks, kikker. I really appreciate your taking the time to reply. I always read and respond to every remark.

Leo

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I’m glad you get a smile, t’Sade. That’s what the Belinda stories are all about. Fantasies should be fun. Leo