Belinda 20: Belinda and the Bayou Barbecue Beauties by Leo

Belinda and the Bayou Barbecue Beauties by Leo

Um, the sight of barbecuing breasts! Especially while they were still on the girl. Of course, breasts being primarily fat and glands, Sharon reflected, they weren’t the best meat, good for stew and stuffing, but that was about it. That is, unless the jugs in question belonged to one of the hormonally enhanced meat muffins.

Not here. Lissa was one of the milk herd.

These and other thoughts ran through Sharon’s mind as she enjoyed Lissa, wrists tied, naked, and bent over the warm grill. Lissa’s large breasts were resting on the grill bars while the coals underneath did a wonderful job of lightly toasting them. Three or so equally nude muffins tended the tasty objects with forks, olive oil, salt, and pepper. They also fiddled around with Lissa’s exposed rear end. Lissa was going to have one really juicy pussy shortly, Sharon thought. Judging from the tenor of the squeals and pleas, Lissa was just on the verge of being ready to serve.

Of course, they really weren’t going to cut off Lissa’s breasts and eat them. Not at the moment. The fire wasn’t hot enough to cook the mammary meat anyway. Instead, the three attending muffins were looking forward to donning plug-ons and ramming both holes of the frantically wriggling, noisy woman to some really wild orgasms. Then they were going to put Lissa on her back on the table and nibble some really, really juicy pussy as its owner clenched and screamed through some more wild pop-offs. Lissa, thought Sharon as she studied the woman’s contorted, tearful face and listened to her squeals and pleas, was having the time of her life. Sharon was carefully considering grabbing one of the excited attendants and giving her a good banging while said attendant waited her turn at Lissa’s delightful pussy and ass.

In other words, it was a normal day here at Belinda’s meat ranch and dairy.

For those dear readers that are unaware of Belinda’s place, a short explanation is due. Those of you that know all about this delightfully warped little slice of heaven on earth may move on to the action.

First, Belinda was proprietor and owner of the multi-million dollar modern ranch style mansion on a cliff overlooking a very private beach just south of Miami. She was forty something and the fortunate possessor of a truly magnificent body fit to make younger figure models faint dead with envy. Belinda was a dedicated gourmet of woman flesh, as were all of her family, but with a minor difference from most predatory woman eaters. Belinda only captured, cooked and ate women that were real bitches. Or bypassing the capture part, cooked and ate volunteers such as the muffins.

Belinda’s dotty personality and bustling manner were very familiar to everyone that has one of THOSE aunts in the family. Just jiggling into a room, Belinda could arouse sexual reactions from anyone of both sexes that happened to be breathing. Nude, as she was normally at the ranch, Belinda could get any normal observer aroused just by watching her cross said room.

Sharon was a normal observer. She was also Belinda’s permanent companion. Her highly pragmatic personality served as the counterweight to Belinda’s normally off-at-a-tangent manner. Of course, that also meant Sharon was the designated ranch forewoman, den mother, and general manager of a herd of ten or so perpetually nude and sexually unrestrained spit muffins: women with the driving sexual compulsion to become dinner.

All of the muffins, carefully chosen by Belinda and Sharon from a surprisingly large pool of applicants, had the obsessive dream of ending up on a spit or in the oven, experiencing the Ultimate Fuck while they were slowly cooked as a gourmet meal. Meanwhile, they spent a wonderful existence at the ranch, constantly enhancing the taste of their meat with sexual endorphins and anything their turgid imaginations could produce to create those endorphins.

When a muffin was accepted at the ranch, Belinda separated them into the meat or milk group. The naturally large breasted ones got a special hormone mixture to start them lactating - the dairy part of the ranch. The smaller breasted ones got another mixture to enhance their meat in certain critical areas like the pubis, hips, buttocks, thighs, etc., etc. , and especially their breasts. A hormone enhanced meat muffin looked like she was sporting a multi-thousand dollar rack from a top grade surgeon, but it was simply the result of the meat sheath around the normal fat and glands of the breasts being thickened from the hormones. Meat muffin breasts made a great light lunch or buffet dish when properly cooked and sliced.

To conclude, the ranch was full of delightfully bare women with really tasty bodies, a large proportion of which were slated to be on the menu. There were other women at the ranch - more about which later - but they were also nude. Nudity at the ranch was one of Belinda’s rules.

Now back to the story.

Belinda - see previous paragraphs - bustled out onto the back patio and Sharon’s sexual thoughts veered into another direction entirely. As usual, Belinda’s body in it’s normal hundred or so directions of motion entirely held her attention.

Belinda stopped for a moment and studied Lissa’s bent over and totally exposed rear end, juicy pussy nicely framed by plump buttocks above and meaty thighs on either side, as the whole assembly wriggled enticingly. “Ladies,” she told the three muffins tending the barbecue, “I believe she’s just about ready. I do hope you have a nice ride!”

One topic disposed of, Belinda headed over to Sharon. “Dearest,” she said in her normal musical tones, “we seem to have a trip in our future.”

Sharon scowled. Trips always meant no end of bother, even when they involved girl-hunting games held in Belinda’s spooky old family mansion in the Keys or muffins playing cannibal female tribes along the beach. (Note to reader: If you haven’t yet read the other stories, especially the ones involving such hi-jinks, you’ve missed something.) “Back to the Keys, Belinda?” Sharon asked in less than enthusiastic tones.

Belinda directed her gaze to where Abigail and Bettina were oiling up each other’s buttocks and thighs. Abby and Betty were planning on using the grill to sit on and toast their pussies and butts after Lissa was through with it. The toothsome pair wouldn’t have any problem getting a couple of the other girls to nibble said treats after they came off, either. Now that Belinda thought about it, those two been at the ranch long enough and were fully developed. Both were ready for a date with a rotisserie or oven.

“No, dearest,” Belinda replied in an absent minded tone that said she was thinking hard as she spoke. “My family has another property in Louisiana, an old plantation in the back country near New Orleans. I’ve recently received urgent requests from a number of sources to investigate strange happenings there.”

“Strange happenings. Wonderful,” Sharon groused.

“Well,” Sharon sighed in resigned tones as she got out of the pool lounger, “no help for it. I’ll start getting things ready. Who besides you and me go on this little safari?”

“Oh,” Belinda said as she still studied the oily pair, “I thought we’d take Rosa to help out and the Dawns for relaxation. We’ll leave Ixinza here to look after the muffins while we’re gone. There’s some nice meat in the cooler from the last two women we cooked. Some of that, of course.”

Belinda swung back around and faced Sharon with a big smile. “We may be there for a while, so we’ll need some fresh meat. We’ll also take Abby and Betty for when get hungry. I expect this trip may take a while.”

Marvelous. Sharon thought about the logistics of taking seven women from Florida to Louisiana and decided the day was rapidly going down hill. Traveling with Belinda and some of… scratch that… ANY of the girls was like herding cats. Best get to it. “I’ll start getting things together,” Sharon said with another sigh.

The trip, so far, wasn’t all that much of a pain, Sharon reflected, except the bother of wearing clothes. As often as she was nude, she was getting to dislike wearing anything, much less her normal sleeveless work shirt and ultra cutoff jeans shorts. The rest of the girls obviously felt the same way, since they were all in one sort of long smock dress or another that allowed them to be bare underneath. Even Belinda was wearing less jewelry than normal with her white silken blouse and dark slacks. Given that they were headed into the back woods, nobody wanted to attract unwanted attention. If they did, well… that’s why Sharon was packing the big .44 Magnum and Belinda had a variety of other lethal implements.

Sharon’s first sight of the “old plantation house” wasn’t something to fill her with unalloyed joy. After the private jet to New Orleans and the highway miles towards Homa, Belinda started giving directions down a variety of back roads that took them ever deeper into the Delta swamp area. As Sharon expertly drove the big SUV, she noted that the surroundings were more and more made up of old trees and Spanish moss jammed into wet undeveloped land covered with scrub brush. Once they reached a certain dirt road, Belinda directed her down it. A mile or so later, there they were.

The old house was in a clearing, with what looked like more cleared area behind it. The house itself, covered in ancient white paint that was weathering happily into grey nonexistence, looked like it was ready for the wrecker. All the windows were boarded, the porch appeared just this side of collapse, and the roof gave the impression it was as rain resistant as Swiss cheese.

Totally unaffected by the house, Belinda directed Sharon along an overgrown driveway around the side and to the doors of an equally ramshackle carriage house in the back. Sharon got her first surprise when Belinda pulled a remote control from her tote bag, pushed the button, and the carriage house doors opened smoothly and silently. Inside, Sharon stopped the SUV in a brightly lighted clean concrete garage. The outside of the carriage house was just a camouflage shell.

Unloading the luggage wasn’t a chore. Nobody brought much if any clothing because they weren’t planning on wearing anything while here. A few bags with personal items and spare clothes for Belinda and Sharon was about the sum of it. Of course, there were the big coolers with fresh meat from that brunette they’d barbecued last week, but they were the most cumbersome items.

Once down a well lit and dry tunnel into the house, Sharon discovered the main place was also a sham on the outside. The interior was beautifully decorated with comfortable, homey furnishings. “The family doesn’t like to attract unwanted attention, dearest,” was Belinda’s explanation.

“Now,” she continued briskly, “let’s get out of these things and unpack. I’ll show everyone where the bedrooms are so we can settle in. After that, lover, you and I will look around the grounds. There’s supposed to be something happening out here that’s not family business.”

“Bring the guns, Belinda?” Sharon asked.

Belinda shook her head. “No dearest. The security system would have told us if there was anyone within a mile of the place. We’re perfectly secure and can go about our business normally.” She meant nude, of course, and free to have a little fun whenever they wanted. Just like the ranch.

Given Belinda’s assurances, Sharon’s tall, 38D-28-38 curvy body was unadorned except for running shoes when she stepped out of the hidden side door to the house and joined Belinda in the back yard. Of course, Belinda’s fabulous curves were equally bare except for shoes, so Sharon had the mildly humorous thought that both of them would make a wonderful sight for any college fraternity to see as they started to wander around the yard looking for evidence of uninvited visitors.

The rest of the crew were back in the house, discovering the wonders of the ultramodern entertainment system and it’s how-to spitting and cooking DVDs, the huge kitchen with the woman sized cooking devices, and all the goodies Belinda had packed in the toy bag. Mexican honey-blonde Rosa, all five feet of her composed of round smiling face, huge jugs and a large economy sized, perfectly shaped, and smooth bubble butt, was studying the kitchen appliances, visualizing what excellent meals she was going to produce when they cooked someone. Brunette Abby and blonde Betty, who hoped they were going to be the someones cooked, were also studying the appliances and getting a tad sexually excited as they imagined their nicely formed bodies therein. Dawn (1), an exuberantly pneumatic short blonde softbody who was the ranch’s official pet, was checking out the rest of the house with her best friend, Dawn (2), a somewhat taller brownette with a firmer body featuring a highly developed set of breasts and great butt . All five were happy and occupied, although not as occupied as they were going to be as soon as Abby and Betty got to the boiling point and started looking for partners to help let off some steam.

In sum, things were settling in nicely in the house while Belinda and Sharon played detective.

Belinda saw the car tracks first. “Dearest,” she said, pointing to the ground, “these are fairly recent, and there’s been a lot of traffic. I wonder who they are?”

Following the tracks for a ways back onto the overgrown property, the pair came on a small clearing. “Ok, Belinda,” Sharon said, “even I can tell they’ve parked a lot of cars here, and I don’t have your tracking ability.”

“Yes, lover,” Belinda replied, “but they’ve been parking here quite a number of different times. Some of the parking spots are a little more overgrown than others. Hm, there’s a path behind that screen of brush. Let’s see what’s there.”

What was there turned out to be a very large cauldron, fit to hold several women at a time and showing plenty of evidence of fires under it, a large pen or corral with metal railings, some racks and other railings at odd spots, and several big food preparation tables. Looking around, Sharon commented dryly, “Looks like a crowd was here boiling up someone for dinner. Nothing unusual about that.”

“Oh, I quite agree, dearest,” Belinda responded, ignoring the last ironic comment. “But this isn’t family equipment and they certainly don’t have permission to do anything here. Besides, I SO dislike boiled meat.”

Spying a small prefabricated storage shed, Sharon opened the unlocked door an peeked inside while Belinda examined the cauldron. The contents of the shed consisted of a large number of restraints, some woman sized platters, and a variety of cooking tools. Interestingly enough, all of the barbecue knives and forks were dulled. “This is role-play stuff, Belinda,” Sharon called after announcing her find.

“So is the pot, lover,” Belinda called back. “There are wooden seats and a slat floor in it to prevent the occupants from burning themselves.”

Then Belinda spied a somewhat hidden opening in the brush about fifty yards away from the play area and detected the signs of a barely visible path through it. Following the path, Belinda called, “Dearest, it’s all not just play. Come see this.”

Following Belinda’s voice, Sharon came through the high brush and stopped to take in what she saw. In the center of a small clearing, someone had set up a guillotine, heavily used from the bloodstains. There was also a high rack that looked ideal for hanging a body to let it drain, a conclusion supported from the condition of the grass underneath. There was a long table, too, with plenty of stains on it. It took no imagination to figure that the table was where the butchering took place. “This is some serious shit, Belinda,” Sharon finally said.

“Hm, yes, dearest,” Belinda replied in a thoughtful voice. “There’s more than just games happening here. We need to set up surveillance cameras and see just what’s going on. I have some thoughts, but I’d like to wait for confirmation. We need to stay here until I have it.”

Sharon could pretty well guess, too. On the other hand, she was curious as to the what and who. Set up the cameras and wait.

Saturday morning dawned a few days later, and with it, the expectation of unauthorized visitors. During the wait, Sharon found herself missing the pool and - oddly enough - the rest of the muffins. Still, there was enough to keep busy. Everybody but Belinda and Abby had to be milked daily, of course. Abby and Betty were fun, too, especially since they were in a little unstated competition to see which one was going to be first on a platter. Sharon and others were always being asked to judge various fleshy parts and check out who’s holes were ready to accept a spit. Since the kitchen was fully equipped with the latest in modern conveniences, both girls got to ride a two part spit.

Even Rosa took the opportunity to try out the two part spit and rotisserie, a very noisy and wiggly affair. She spent that night with Sharon and the session was a real event. The girl loved to be banged in the butt and as soon as Sharon slid the shaft of her plug-on between the large plump cheeks Rosa went wild. All of the gasps and squeals, not to mention the feel of Rosa’s smooth buttock flesh wriggling and bumping on Sharon’s hips and pubis made for a great ride for both women.

When the security system alerted the group to a car coming down the overgrown drive to the house, all seven women gathered in the main room of the house to watch the show. Belinda was in one of the couches with Dawn (1) stretched on her belly across her lap, large soft bottom across her thighs, nicely presented for stroking and other activities. Dawn (2), not to be outdone, draped herself across Sharon’s lap in the other couch. The other three relaxed in various locations on the floor or available chairs.

The car was a single black BMW. When it went around the house and on into the brush screen to park, Sharon nodded in satisfaction. One suspicion confirmed. A woman got out and looked around carefully, totally missing the hidden cameras. Her long auburn hair was done up in a severe bun and her pursed mouth and haughty expression made Sharon think of an elementary school librarian. Sharon rendered her verdict. “Bitch.”

“Only the beginning, if I’m right, dearest,” Belinda replied.

After visually checking the area, the woman stripped, revealing a rather nice, smooth if not overly fleshy, figure with medium sized breasts and a dynamite ass. Then she started to put on several items of clothing. “Belinda,” Sharon began, “isn’t she wearing…”

“My sorority uniform,” Belinda finished, referring to the corset that ran from hips to just under the breasts, opera gloves and black hose. The dominatrix costume was the formal wear of Belinda’s old college sorority. Belinda belonged to some very interesting organizations.

“I don’t recognize her,” Belinda said musingly. “I wonder which chapter she’s from?”

“At least she’s not in spike heels,” Sharon said. The woman’s black calf length boots had lower, thicker heels than the usual high spikes. “That’s good common sense in soft ground.”

With another look around, the woman took a riding crop from the car then, costume (what there was of it) complete, she sauntered, bare buttocks swaying nicely, up the path to the clearing with the cauldron and associated items. Belinda and her group watched as the woman took cuffs, ropes, and other paraphernalia from the shed and began to prepare the area, laying out restraints and hanging a variety of ropes and chains from the various racks. A long hose from the back of the shed was stretched to a faucet behind the house and used to fill the cauldron. Her expression seldom changed from haughty with the occasional sneer. She was preparing for someone’s arrival, and it was obvious she felt completely superior to the someone in question. It was also obvious she had plans.

It wasn’t long before more cars began to arrive and the hidden little parking lot began to fill. All of the cars held women and they were rather expensively dressed . At least, they started out expensively dressed. The nine or ten new arrivals immediately began to strip after a short session of hellos and chitchat. To Sharon’s experienced eye, the nude figures needed a few exercise touchups here and there, but were still reasonably good candidates as muffins. “That’s some pretty good free range meat, Belinda,” she said, absently stroking and squeezing Dawn (2)’s nicely rounded ass as she watched the show.

“I quite agree, lover,” Belinda replied. The fact that her hand was also rhythmically squeezing Dawn (1)’s succulent bare buttock showed where her thoughts were going. “There isn’t a one of them that wouldn’t look simply delicious on a grill.”

Sharon added, “Plenty of juicy tender meat there. Belinda, did you notice they’ve all got hairless pussies?”

Belinda nodded. “I’ll wager they’ve all had a nice enema, too. Ready to cook, and well worth it from the delicious look of them.”

Abby piped up. “Hey! What about Betty and me?”

Belinda gave her a dimpled smile. “Don’t worry, dear. You’re both quite prime and I’m sure you’ll taste much better than any of those women. You’re very well seasoned with sexual endorphins.

“Now all,” Belinda continued after soothing Abby’s ego, “we should see what’s going to happen next.”

As the naked women passed through the screen of brush and into the area around the cauldron, they were urged into the holding pen with snarls from the dominatrix, punctuated by pokes and swats from the riding crop, usually on a plump bare ass. The women all reacted with obvious fear, yipping or jumping when poked or swatted, and gathered to cower in the pen.

To the experienced observers watching through the monitors, it was all part of a game, one the muffins thought of as fun and Sharon considered work - especially since she was usually the one doing the herding. Still, as she watched tasty bare female flesh flex and jiggle, Sharon began to think of the whole thing as quite appetizing. She shot a glance at Abby, stretched on her belly on the carpet, her chin comfortably cupped in her hands. The posture reminded Sharon of how Abby looked when stretched out on a two part spit. They were getting a little low on meat and Abby was looking quite toothsome. Hm.

This show today gave all indications of being fun and stimulating. Sharon decided to recommend a cookout for later, with the nicely fleshed Abby as the star. Everybody would really enjoy that and Abby was nutty enough to be looking forward to it. Back to the show on the security monitors.

And the show was heating up.

The dominatrix had gotten the small herd of nude women into a tightly packed (and quite appetizing) mass of squirming womanflesh at one end of the corral. Then she posed, hands on hips, feet at shoulder width, and scowled at the quivering terrified bunch.

Sharon took note of the fact that the aforesaid terrified bunch wasn’t quite as terrified as they looked. The hands ostensibly clutching each other were actually holding some very squeezable parts and doing a little squeezing and fondling while they did it. Yep. Muffins did exactly the same thing during this game back at the ranch. Those girls in the pen were having a blast.

The dominatrix pointed her riding crop at one curvy blonde and directed her out of the pen. Once in front of her, the blonde was forced to her knees and her head pulled into the dominatrix’s pussy. Said dominatrix bit her lower lip, lowered her eyelids and rolled her head back, pretty well indicating what the blonde was doing with her tongue.

The gang in the pen wasn’t letting the opportunity go by, either. A lot of hands had slid from shoulders, hips, and some interesting places downward to slide between smooth thighs. About half the crowd was up on their toes and more than a few were making noises.

That sort of thing continued during the remainder of the day, punctuated by a liberal use of the riding crop. At one point, all of the women in the herd were bent over one railing, wrists shackled to ankles, and the dominatrix was working her way down the line, taste testing pussy.

Belinda thought that was a very intelligent way to select meat. She often liked to do it herself if there was a choice to be made.

Inevitably, a couple of the women ended up in the simmering pot, “cooking” away merrily. Merrily, since they were playing with each other in the water and the orgasms were coming rather steadily. So were the rest of the crowd’s, too. The dominatrix was wearing a strap-on and working her way through several of the women who were tied into a roasting position. Before that, she’d “forced” several of the others to also strap on a plastic penis and start in on the remaining whoever was left over.

Good times being had, actually.

Ditto in the house. Betty and Abby were playing with each other, Sharon was exploring Dawn (2)’s various lower entrances with her index finger, and Belinda - being Belinda - had Rosa seated on one hand and Dawn (1) seated on the other.

After things settled down, the party outside started to break up. As the women began to leave for cars and clothes, the dominatrix took her riding crop and stopped the blonde that had started the show. The dom used her free hand to wave the rest on their way. The blonde, apparently sentenced to stay after school, got a few envious looks from the remaining women as they left.

While the last of the cars were leaving, the dom tied the blonde’s hands behind her back, bent her over a table, and serviced the thus exposed tasty looking pussy with her tongue. Once they were alone, the shaky blonde was straightened up and a collar fastened around her throat.

When the dom clipped a leash to the blonde’s collar, Belinda quickly straightened off the couch. Fortunately, both Rosa and Dawn (1) were by now satisfied and cuddling together in another chair. “Dearest,” she said rapidly in a no-nonsense voice, “get our guns and come with me now! We have to hurry. I know what’s going to happen if we don’t and that blonde girl doesn’t deserve it.”

Belinda (gun), Sharon (BIG gun), and Rosa (butcher knife) went tearing out of the house and off across the property. As they ran, they could hear a series of muffled screams coming from behind the party area. Belinda speeded up. Bursting through the brush behind the party area, she stopped and raised her weapon. “I really think you ought to ought to stop what you’re planning,” she said in a deadly soft voice.

When Sharon pushed her way up next to Belinda, she also raised her weapon to cover the dom. The blonde wasn’t a problem, as she had her head locked in place under the guillotine’s blade. The blonde accounted for the screaming. The ball gag in her mouth accounted for the muffling. The dom was frozen in place, staring at Belinda’s gun. Once she saw the wide mouth of the .44 Magnum Sharon was pointing at her, frozen in place went from “not moving” to “time is stopped and I ain’t breathing”.

“If thought it was this,” Belinda said in cheerful chiming tones. Twitching the muzzle of her gun to indicate the dom. “Every so often, this bitch harvests a member of her flock. She beheads them, bleeds them out, then butchers the meat right here.

“That’s really not very nice of you, you know,” Belinda told the dom softly. “Those women thing you’re running a harmless sexual fantasy.” The woman’s face, already pale with shock, got even paler.

Tsk, Sharon thought, looking at the shocked dom. Her whole sunny day was now just shot to hell.

Later, after a delicious meal of pasta and sautéed medallions of upper arm meat, Sharon looked around at the relaxed group in the house living room. The two captives from today weren’t there of course. They were down in no-foolin’ cages in the basement. Both were nude now, once Rosa had cut off the dominatrix costume from the bitch and extracted the riding crop from halfway up her ass where Sharon had shoved it. There was promise for the future in those two. The bitch had a truly curvy ass that promised good steaks and Sharon decided she wanted one.

Which reminded her… “Belinda,” she said, “tonight’s meal was wonderful, but I’m beginning to want a really nice buttock steak. What about cooking someone tomorrow? And who should we cook?”

Belinda smiled at her. “Oh, I quite agree, dearest. And as to the question of who’s bottom will provide the steak, I think I have an answer.”

She looked at the anxious faces of the two muffins. Abby and Betty were expecting Belinda to do the usual thing and cook the bitch first. It did save trouble, after all. However, that also meant they were about to be disappointed in their obsession for the spit.

Belinda gave both of them a bright smile. “Ladies, I’m not going to pass you over. Please stand up.”

With bright smiles, Abby and Betty stood side by side, quivering in eagerness now that they knew one of them was going to be a dinner very soon. Belinda, still relaxed in her chair, carefully looked both women over. “Now turn around, loves.” Belinda surveyed asses, backs and thighs and came to a decision. “Abby, I think you’ll do just fine. Betty, you’re also in quite prime shape, but I have a special occasion in mind for which I think you’ll be more appropriate. Dearest, I’m going to take both of these succulent ladies to bed with me tonight. Why don’t you take the blonde from the cage and give her a workout. We’ll leave the bitch. I have different plans for her.

That left Rosa and the two Dawns to their own devices - or toys, as the matter could become - an interesting prospect in and of itself. Sharon was quite sure that a tape of that particular three girl pileup could win an Academy Award. Still, the blonde looked interesting. “Sounds good to me, Belinda,” she said.

Next midmorning, Sharon could relax and enjoy a cup of coffee now that the chores were over. Of course, everyone from the ranch except Belinda and Abby were milk producers, so there was the morning milking to be done. Then, of course, there were hormones to be administered as needed - up the ass, using a squeeze bulb and a long tube. Finally, breakfast, featuring girl bacon, toast, and eggs. After that, a little down time.

Sharon had to admit the blonde was quite enthusiastic, if a bit unskilled as yet. Her name was Sara Jane (“just Jane”) and she could be described as: urban woman, upscale Southern, one each. Her accent was very definite, as was her appreciation for sensuous stroking and the fact she was willing to talk about almost anything. Sharon now had the background on the group, it’s history, and everyone in it, including the dom who happened to be named Diane. Jane had the kind of solid curvy figure that looked great on a spit. She also tended to be a little uneasy when told she was great meat. Sharon didn’t mind. An uneasy Jane was both interesting and attractive.

In actuality, Jane was perfectly safe among this group of woman-eating females. Belinda had a rock solid policy of only eating bitches and volunteers. That left the muffins and Diane as serious contenders for a carving platter. In fact, Abby was scheduled for her command performance later today.

Sharon was looking forward to Abby’s roasting. The woman was both active and vocal on a role playing spit. She promised to be a good deal better on the real thing.

Meanwhile, Jane was now free of the basement cage, unlike Diane, and had spent the morning watching her first mass woman milking. She’d been goggle eyed while Sharon and the rest got on hands and knees to let Belinda and Abby milk their breasts. She’d gotten even more wide eyed as Betty, Rosa, and Dawn (1) bent over to take the hormone doses that kept them lactating. Sharon and Dawn (2) weren’t due for theirs until tomorrow.

Sharon looked up from her coffee and watched Jane approaching. It was obvious from her body language that she was wound up tight after watching the morning chores, even after a very active and satisfying night. Typical of a newbie. Stick a finger up her cunt and it would go in smoothly and come out sopping wet. Hm. Interesting thought that. Jane was a very active fuck.

Between high energy episodes last night, Jane had told Sharon the whole story of the role playing cannibal group, including some interesting information on Diane. Diane had started the group, not very much to Sharon’s surprise, recruiting a certain class of professional women into what was originally a bondage/SM thing. One requirement for membership was the woman had to be unmarried and childless. All of them had seemed run their own business at home, too. Jane wasn’t really sure when they’d started the boiling alive role play, but all of the members loved it. They’d loved the fact that they were all considered delicious meat, too. The session every Saturday had become a highlight in every member’s week. Diane had led them into previously forbidden worlds of lesbian sex, B&D, and gynophagia. Some of the women had become so obsessive about the cooking part all they could talk about was themselves as meat and how much it turned them on sexually to think about becoming a meal. Diane had even encouraged them to gain a little weight, something they all thought was wonderful.

Sharon snorted as she thought about that portion of the conversation. It sounded like the muffins. It also sounded like Diane was mistress of a sweet little racket. Jane said new girls drifted in over the months and the occasional member left and didn’t come back. Again, Sharon snorted as her mind replayed the conversation. A girl wasn’t coming back after beheading, being bled out, then butchered. Thinking about the group yesterday, it was obvious that Diane was choosing women not only for having a muffin mentality, but for their bodies, too. All of the members present yesterday had nicely fleshed forms that would look wonderful on a grill or spit, providing plenty of good meat. Best of all, there were no ties that might raise questions if a group member vanished. Yep, Diane was running a great little operation that let her indulge both her bitchiness and her taste for a woman’s meat.

Too bad she was doing it on the “abandoned” plantation of Belinda’s family without permission. Diane was violating one of Belinda’s cardinal rules, too. Belinda only ate volunteers, unless she caught a real bitch. Belinda considered bitches fair game and eating one a good way to clean the gene pool. And Diane was a real bitch. Being Belinda’s sorority sister now cut absolutely no ice. Diane was destined for a spit or the oven. Sharon thought about the bitch’s wonderful ass, and wondered how a thick slice of it would taste.

But Jane was here, now, and it looked like Sharon had a little problem to deal with. Dealing with muffin problems was nothing new for Sharon, part of her job, after all. She fixed Jane with a look. “Stop. I want to study your body.” Jane froze in place, looking uneasy.

Sharon carefully studied the woman’s nude form from over the rim of her coffee cup. Great hips and thighs. Slightly larger than average natural breasts - possibly a good milker, actually. Nice sirloin flesh above the hip bone and meaty ribs to go with it. The arms and calves would do very nicely for a beach cookout. The pussy mound was quite plump, too. Sharon already knew Jane’s pussy was great tasting. It had been on - and around - her tongue plenty of times last night.

“Turn around.” When Jane rotated, the back side also got a careful scrutiny. Nice layer of flesh on the back and smooth thighs complimented the view from the front. Jane’s ass wasn’t quite in the full and soft category Sharon preferred for a good meal, but it was round, smooth, prominent, and nicely shaped with great buttock definition. Very edible woman, Sharon thought to herself. Given the twitching and thigh rubbing, very exited woman, too. Best do something about that.

“Rosa!” Sharon called. “Would you and Betty come here and bring the usual stuff?”

Jane twisted and looked at Sharon from over her shoulder, her expression getting uneasy again. The wisdom of being uneasy and nervous was soon confirmed, since Rosa and Betty were carrying some leather cuffs and a gag when they arrived. Betty also had a large vibrator that seemed to Jane’s wide eyes only a little smaller than a thermos jug.

Sharon waved lazily at Jane. “Take her into the kitchen and grill her pussy, ladies. She really needs it.”

Jane started to react, but Rosa and Betty, old hands both, already had her in a firm grip. Shortly thereafter, Jane’s nude form was tastefully adorned with a ball gag in the mouth and her wrists were secured together in front of her. Thoughtfully, Betty also had the big vibrator pushed up into Jane’s pussy. She was led off, struggling slightly and mincing from the large buzzing shaft in her cunt. Jane may have thought the vibrator big, but it was plain from the way she kept her thighs together as she minced that she didn’t want it sliding out.

Sharon casually finished her coffee, with one ear towards the racket in kitchen. After a while, things in the kitchen appeared to settle down. With the intention of taking her now empty cup to the dishwasher, Sharon strolled back to see how things were doing.

Very nicely, actually. Jane was now seated on the toasty grill, her legs bound together with a strap that tastefully matched the cuffs on her wrists and complimented the fashionable ball gag that muffled the sounds she made. A good bit of oil had been applied to the backs of her thighs and her ass. In all probability, a bit of externally brushed sexual stimulant on Jane’s cunt was helping things along. Jane was certainly enjoying the process, from the way her head was slightly thrown back and her eyes were rolled up. Her belly rippled every few minutes from a heavy orgasm, too. The kitchen was full of the delicate aroma of toasting pussy, created by the constant drip of girl juice from said highly exited pussy onto the hot coils beneath her ass. The drip and sizzle of the juice added a very attractive counterpoint to Jane’s muffled gasps and moans.

Once they got her off the grill and on a platter, the two cooks would enjoy a delicious taste of a very juicy toasted pussy still on the girl. Sharon hoped they’d leave the gag in Jane’s mouth. She looked like the type that would get loud once two active tongues got to work.

Sharon would have loved to hang around and get another taste of Jane herself, but there was work to do. Abby was scheduled for the main event this afternoon and there were a few preparations to make.

By shortly after noon, everything was ready to begin preparing Abby for the spit. Even the two captured women were present, although not in a position Sharon thought they might have originally chosen. They were both standing in a spot out of the way but with a good view of the action, wrists cuffed together in front and ball gags in place.

Jane and Diane were standing, legs together and very erect. Each woman’s posture was caused by a metal rod on a stand, tipped by a thick vibrator. The stand was on the floor between their legs and their ankles were shackled to it with more leather cuffs. The rod went upward, ending just at the tops of their thighs while the vibrator was far up into their pussies. Both women tended to squirm a lot and looked both excited and a bit apprehensive. Of course, both had been given some of Belinda’s patented sex hormone and the vibes were sort of helping things along, too.

Belinda was standing in front of them and examining both bare bodies. “Their meat looks quite good, dearest,” she said to Sharon. “What do you think?”

Sharon made her own assessment. Both women were smooth bodied, indicating a nice amount of fat but not overly so. Just enough to flavor their meat. Diane had medium sized and nicely shaped breasts, with enough meat on her legs and arms for great cuts. Nice hip development, too. Jane had a more solid figure, with good meat that indicated she was already a good candidate for a roasting spit. Plump pussy mound, too.

When Sharon walked in back of the pair, she could see a real difference. Jane’s overall body and thick thighs were just made for cooking, with a solid butt that was round and smooth. Diane, while not as solid as Jane, was still excellent free range meat. Her ass, on the other hand, was of the plump, round, and full type that made Sharon think of salt, pepper and a barbecue fork. She really wanted to see that rear end on a carving platter. “Cut like butter” came to mind. “They’re both ripe for roasting, Belinda,” Sharon answered.

Sharon spread Jane’s, then Diane’s, buttocks. “A bit tight in the ass, though,” Sharon said thoughtfully. “Might be nerves. We’ll just have to open them up a little.”

Sharon walked over to the kitchen and picked up a pair of butt plugs, oiling them carefully as she walked back behind the pair. When Diane felt the tip of her plug slide between her deep cheeks, her eyes opened wide and her face took on a surprised expression. Sharon shoved the plug home, and Diane’s eyes bugged out. She gasped loudly as the oiled plug spread her bottom hole then bent slightly forward for a second. to take it up her ass. The noise from behind the gag got louder.

Sharon repeated the process on Jane, a bit more gently, then stepped back. “There,” she said with satisfaction, “that should hold them.” Both women were now rigidly upright, their faces showing a mixture of discomfort and apprehension. Sharon was pretty sure that they’d start showing other feelings once they calmed down a little and the vibrators started getting to them.

“You’re here today, ladies,” Sharon said with an ominous smile, “to watch your first whole roasting. Enjoy it. You’ll both get to feel what it’s like soon enough.” Mild panic joined discomfort on their faces, sending apprehension back to the bench for a while.

Sharon saw Rosa and Betty leading Abby into the kitchen. Abby’s naked body still glistened slightly from her shower. She’d also had (and enjoyed - muffins were REALLY goofy) a full internal clean-out involving a hugely oversized enema tube. She was wearing high heeled beach clogs to keep her feet clean and was gagged and cuffed at the wrists by her own request. Abby was planning to fully enjoy every part of the preparation and cooking process on the way to her ultimate fantasy. She looked absolutely delicious.

“Ahh,” Sharon announced, “here’s eats.”

Abby was brought over the kitchen island “struggling and moaning in fear”. Sharon took Abby’s ball gag out for a moment and said, “Abby, look, I know you’re into struggle at the moment, but settle down a little. We don’t want to be rough with you, but you’re making it difficult.”

Abby sounded contrite. “Gee, I’m sorry. I was having fun. I’ll try not to fight so much.”

“Good,” Sharon said with pragmatic satisfaction, and popped the ball gag back into Abby’s mouth. Looking on, Jane and Diane began to forget their discomfort and stare in wide eyed fascination. Or amazement. Whichever.

In no time at all, Abby was face down in a long platter on the kitchen island. Betty, Rosa, and the two Dawns dripped spiced cooking oil on Abby’s bare body and began to rub it in all over her. They also managed to get it pretty far up her pussy and ass, to the accompaniment of a few orgasms by the meat under preparation. Abby turned over on her back and the oiling continued, again as far up Abby as could be reached. Once that was done, she lifted her head slightly as Rosa put up her hair then relaxed again as Betty tied her breasts together, about half way between nipple and base.

“So they won’t flop as she turns on the spit,” Sharon commented to the involuntary two woman audience. Their eyes got bigger and Jane’s took on a thoughtful look.

“All right, love,” Belinda chimed as she approached holding the bottom half of a two part spit. “It’s time. Since you have such a lovely meaty pussy, I’m going to spit you up the ass. That way it’ll cook perfectly and we can serve it straight from the spit. Isn’t that nice?”

Abby umphed her enthusiasm from behind her gag.

“Now assume the position, dear,” Belinda commanded.

Abby made another noise of agreement. This was turning out like all of her fantasies, but far, far better. In line with Belinda’s command, Abby lifted her legs back and pulled her knees back to her shoulders, holding them wide to give unobstructed access to her cunt and ass. When she did that, Rosa - after first giving the nicely exposed clitoris a bit of a licking and Abby another orgasm - inserted a thick turkey baster up the meat’s ass and squeezed in a full load of melted butter. Belinda followed that with the long thick plastic covered end of the half-spit she was holding. Abby threw back her head and Dawn (2) inserted the top half of the spit into her mouth and partly down her throat. Belinda turned on the hyper-magnetic field and Abby’s torso went rigid as the two spit halves locked in place.

Abby felt - and looked - like she had a solid spit completely through her body.

“You’ll be doing that soon, girls,” Sharon told Diane and Jane. Both managed an appalled look around their gags, but body language said, “Getting excited.”

Rosa stuck the nozzle of what looked like an outsized cake decorator bag into Abby’s pussy and squeezed it to completely fill her with stuffing. A vibrating plug followed, to hold the stuffing in place as Abby cooked.

After that, Abby’s arms were tied to her sides and her legs brought down and tied to the bottom half of the spit. The last touch was for Belinda to activate the tingler on the half of the spit that was up Abby’s ass. That was about the time Abby began to REALLY have fun.

Abby was gently lifted up by the ends of the spit pole, then carried over and placed on the kitchen rotisserie. The heating coils were already glowing, throwing glistening reflections off her oil covered flesh. The superb curves of her nude body were fully displayed as she began to rotate, a sight that was both beautiful and appetizing. Rosa and Belinda both took basting brushes and began to touch up the oil on Abby’s luscious curves. After a few minutes, oil and girl juice drippings from Abby’s succession of orgasms began to accumulate in the catch pan, and those were also used to coat her soft, round ,slowly cooking flesh. The temperature of the coils was deliberately kept low enough so as to induce delirium and eventual heat stroke, but not pain. Belinda wanted Abby to enjoy as much of the cooking process as she could without suffering before heat stroke took her and they could really begin the cooking process. As it was, the aroma as she slowly turned on the spit was enough to set every woman’s mouth to watering. The sight of her naked form, skewered by a rod appearing to run from between her rounded buttocks and out her mouth, clenching and squirming in sexual excitement and orgasm was certainly enough to get the audience hot.

Especially Jane and Diane, Sharon noted. The two on the poles were fascinated by the cooking woman in front of them, enough to start showing increased signs of sexual excitement. Plugged in back and riding vibrators, it was still the sight of Abby turning and wriggling on the spit that really got them going. Pretty soon, someone was going to have to do something about that, she noted. No sense in letting two tasty pussies go to waste.

Once Abby was gone and the coils turned up to really begin cooking her, everyone would get down to serious sexual business. Sharon was forming plans involving Diane and a plug-on. The woman looked like she’d be a great ride, even if she was a terminal bitch.

Everyone watched Abby’s pole dance, excitement building as her movements slowly grew smaller. Sharon loved the sight of a woman squirming on the spit, and that enjoyment was shared by all of the women in the room, especially Betty, who couldn’t wait for her own turn.

Diane, who was quite certain she was destined to also be a centerpiece at a woman roast and was happy to wait forever for her own turn on the spit, was still entranced as she watched Abby. The plug in her ass, the vibrator humming away inside her, the restraints, and the sights, sounds and smells of Abby roasting were combining to create a sexual hurricane inside her, waiting to be released. Dawn (1), plush and wonderfully rounded, walked over and knelt in front of her. For a few seconds, Diane watched in surprise as dawn grabbed her buttocks, put her mouth to Diane’s vulva and let her tongue start to play with the rigid clitoris just in front of the vibrator. Diane started to moan and clench as orgasm after orgasm began to blast through her body. Next to her, Dawn (2) was giving Jane the same tongue service.

After heat stroke had its way and Abby was still, Belinda and Rosa turned up the heat to let her begin to truly cook. The aroma of a roasting woman totally filled the room and everyone started eyeing each other, looking to see who was going to be the one to help them let off some sexual steam. Sharon, who until then had been fondling Betty’s buttocks, grabbed them with her left hand where they curved in and met just above her pussy and said huskily, “Let’s use the couch.”

Everyone else decided that they were also ready for an extended sexual session. Jane and Diane were unplugged, lifted off their vibrators, and allowed to join in the action.

Later, everyone enjoyed Abby. As a fully developed muffin, her succulent flesh was even more delicious than usual, heavily permeated as it was with sexual endorphins, and melt-in-your-mouth tender. Even Jane and Diane, sitting gingerly on the beds in their respective basement cages were each given a thigh steak and some wine. The wine, of course, was laced with Belinda’s various sexual enhancers and something to give them both a more relaxed attitude. Belinda wanted both women easy going and horny.

Diane and Jane were sitting gingerly due to the fact that both had been repeatedly ridden fore and aft earlier by just about everyone. From earlier encounters, Jane already knew about the plug-on. It was the same as a strap-on, but without the unsightly straps. A plug-on was held on by a U shaped padded spring between the wearer’s legs and held in place by two plugs that went in the wearer’s pussy and ass. With the plugs, both women could enjoy a good girl ride. Jane was coming to believe it was a wonderful invention. It was her first time to be so deeply penetrated in both pussy and ass. In fact, it was the first time she’d ever been penetrated in her bottom hole and was a bit surprised at the fact she’d orgasmed. One other thing, too. From remarks the other girls let drop, Rosa was a big enthusiast for getting it in her superbly cushioned ass, but Diane, to Jane’s real amazement, was just as loud and wild when someone climbed on her butt and plugged in. Who’d have thought that?

In the other cage, Diane, never before having been banged in the butt, was upset - to say the least - at the liberties that had been taken with her ass. She was even more upset at the fact that she’d responded so wildly to the rear end ramming and orgasmed repeatedly and loudly. That was eye - as well as ass - opening. She, like Jane, was also worriedly hoping her bottom hole would shortly close up again. The collection of obnoxious cows upstairs had no right to do that sort of thing to her! She was the one with the right to do whatever she wanted to inferior women like those! NOT the other way around!

Diane, as has been previously - and accurately - noted, was a real bitch.

Over the next few days, Jane was introduced to a lifestyle she’d never imagined: that of a meat girl in the pantry. She’d experienced sex with everyone, including Belinda (WOW!), and learned a lot. She was even given the invitation by a variety of partners to apply a plug-on to their apertures, and that was another learning as well as orgasmic experience. She was now convinced the plug-on was a fabulous invention.

There were other fabulous inventions, too. There was the grill, for instance. She was now firmly addicted to sitting over a nicely heated set of coils and having her pussy toasted. Betty was often her “cook” in that recreation and Betty’s tongue was a wonderful finale to a tremendously exciting experience.

Another wonderful invention was the two part spit.

Jane had gotten into that experience at the urging of Betty, now her current partner in crime. Betty had told her she was one of Belinda’s spit muffins and about her consuming fetish to experience the Ultimate Fuck on the way to being consumed for dinner. Jane had reserved judgment about becoming a meal, but was beginning to see Betty’s point. There was a time not long past when Jane would have been disgusted and horrified about cooking any woman, let alone her own nicely proportioned self. Not any more. Frankly, she was beginning to wonder if she would taste as good as Abby if done to a proper medium rare.

She was already more or less to that point when Betty extended the invitation for her to ride a spit in role play, then volunteered to show her it was harmless by doing it first. The role play roasting was done in the back yard over real coals, but the heat didn’t seem to harm Betty. More the opposite in fact. The roasting was almost as exciting as when Abby was cooked for real, but there was that element of play and everyone knew it. Still sex with Dawn (2) while Betty was on the spit was wonderful. After Betty came off and was presented on a platter, Jane was given the opportunity to dip her tongue into a juicy, clenching pussy. That pussy was made even more excitingly tasty by Betty’s nearly delirious squirming and wriggling.

Jane couldn’t wait to do it herself the next day and the experience was fantastic. She popped off so hard on the spit she felt like the top of her head was about to come off. It wasn’t just the vibrators during the ride and the active tongues on her pussy once she was on a platter, she decided. It was the fact that she was restrained and rigidly held on the spit as it rotated, telling her she was just meat. It was the heat and the delicate aroma of herself cooking. It was extreme submission. And she loved it. Jane decided she was just plain kinky, but… what the hell? It was becoming her own fetish and she wanted to make the most of it.

While the usual relaxed and highly sexual shenanigans were underway, Belinda and Sharon put their heads together and made certain plans for the arrival of the rest of Diane’s group on Saturday. Of course, there were the normal tasks to be accomplished in the meantime: milking everyone who needed it, getting both Jane and Diane properly broken in as meat girls, administering hormones, etc. Then there were the unusual tasks related to the fact that they were in the Louisiana backwoods not all that far from swamp land, i.e. running off the occasional curious alligator and suchlike. However, the planning sessions ran without a hitch. Belinda and Sharon were going to be ready by the time their unknowing guests arrived. Belinda even had a very special meal planned and was making sure the person on the menu was going to be delicious.

Saturday dawned warm, clear, and bright. Looking outside, Sharon decided it was a perfect day for playing with a group of tasty naked women at a barbecue. Then she went off to get everyone ready for their parts in the day’s plan. Of course, Diane, well and repeatedly fucked but still uncontrollably horny due to Belinda’s hormones, also had a major part to play.

As per the normal routine, expensive cars began to arrive and drive past the old abandoned plantation house to the parking area out back. Also as per normal routine, expensive women emerged from the expensive cars and began to strip, chatting with each other about the get-together.

It was when the women passed the first screen of brush on the way to the holding pen that things got a bit different. That’s where they met the welcoming committee. The first person they saw was Sharon, nude except for a butcher’s white coat left open to show her marvelous figure. To complete the picture, Sharon was holding a large butcher knife. Nearby, Rosa was also wearing an open butcher’s coat and holding a butcher knife. The two Dawns were there, fully nude except for studded dog collars to show their subordinate status. They weren’t holding knives, but they did have a bunch of straps and ball gags immediately available. The picture was a bit unnerving.

Quickly and efficiently, the team stopped each woman as they arrived and the Dawns applied a collection of restraints. Each woman had her arms crossed over her bare back and forearms strapped together, then another strap bound their thighs together between hip and knee to act as a hobble. Finally, the properly attired deliciously nude meat girls were urged into the holding pen. The butcher knives were an unspoken threat demanding compliance, but most of them considered the welcoming process a new and exciting addition to the day’s expected fun and games. Even Sharon’s “Shut up, all of you or I’ll gag the whole bunch for the rest of the day.” went with the thrilling new ambiance.

As it happened, Jane was already in the pen, awaiting the rest of the cast of characters. After that, things got a little weird and ominous for the group. As the women milled around in the pen, they began to notice a number of changes to the area.

Diane was already there, but a new and different Diane. Instead of her costume, she was as nude as the rest of the women. She was bound hand and foot, gagged, and standing very erect to one side of the area. The reason for the erect posture was she was again mounted on the same pole stand and vibrator she’d been “impaled” on for Abby’s preparation. The long thick vibrator was fully up into her cunt, and she was squirming slightly due to the humming vibes deep in her hips.

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“I don’t know what Diane’s doing,” one of the women whispered to Jane, “but it looks like fun.”

“Maybe we’ll get to try it out,” Jane whispered back.

After the shock of seeing Diane, the group noticed three long shallow pits dug to the other side of the area. Two were about four feet long with hot coals already in them, while the third, and longest, still had a fire going. Each one was flanked by a pair of stands that was obviously intended to hold a long cooking spit. There was a quiet murmur in the group as they wondered about the pits and just what, or - oh horrors - who, was going on the spits. More than a couple of women in the group were getting stimulated at the thought.

Looking over the group, Sharon decided she was going to check for damp pussies shortly. First, there was the next act in this little playlet.

On cue, Belinda emerged to stand in front of the holding pen and survey the women. The heretofore somewhat anxious women left off their study of the inanimate modifications to the area - and the modifications to a definitely animate Diane - to engage in a survey of Belinda.

A survey of Belinda was a survey well worth the surveying. Besides the fact that Belinda was a knockout at any time, there were several modifications to her usually eye-straining nude condition. Belinda was wearing Diane’s corset (one size fits all, just do up the laces properly) and Diane’s opera gloves (one size fits all, they stretch) and a pair of her own heeled shoes (Diane had somewhat bigger feet). She was also holding Diane’s riding crop (yeah, one size fits all). It also looked to the worried eyes of the women in the pen like Belinda knew exactly what to do with the riding crop. Not Good.

Other than that, the rest of Belinda was on full display. Needless to say, the display would have caused heavy breathing in a statue. Since the women in the pen were not statues, even soft jiggly ones, they were concentrating hard on the display and more than a few were getting speculative looks on their faces. Others were getting glazed looks. The usual result.

Given the attention to Belinda, the crowd almost missed Betty, who was accompanying her. Which was a shame. The fact that Betty was nude except for another studded dog collar displayed a Playboy grade figure. Her large globular breasts were a bit more upstanding than usual, due to the fact Betty still needed milking.

Accomplishing that chore was part of Belinda’s program for the day, and ought to contribute to the fun she expected to have with her captives. Sharon was certainly looking forward to the program.

“Good morning, ladies,” Belinda’s musical voice chimed pleasantly. “As you can see, there have been some changes made. During the day, you will become acquainted with those changes. Among other changes, I and my assistants quite enjoy cooking and eating delicious women such as yourselves. I plan to cook a very delicious woman as part of the day’s events, and those not chosen will be invited to enjoy the resulting meal.

“But that’s for later. Meanwhile, I suggest you all consider yourselves as possible menu entrees. That will give the proper ambiance to what is going to happen prior to spitting and cooking today’s woman. First, my assistants will be giving you a proper meat evaluation, then we’ll be taste testing your scrumptious pussies, and of course, there will be other exercises which I think you’ll consider fun, if a bit unique.

“For the duration, I expect you to maintain your conversation to a whisper. I will, of course, take steps regarding any woman that creates a disturbance.” That last remark shut a few mouths that were beginning to open in protest.

During and after the speech, Sharon was studying the crowd in the pen and muffled a snorted laugh as she watched the reactions. Some of the women looked shocked and apprehensive, others were studying Diane speculatively, and still others were casting a few evaluative glances at each other. All of them had an underlying air of excitement. They were all eating this up. Sharon was willing to bet there was more than one wet pussy in the group. She was looking forward to finding them.

Followed by Rosa and Dawn (2), Sharon entered the pen and began moving among the women, giving each one a through meat examination as she came to her. Every one got checked for meat thickness and consistency on thighs, arms, belly, pubis, back, and buttocks. The buttocks were spread so she could check the woman’s rear entrance. Sharon also squeezed and hefted breasts then topped off the examination with a finger up the pussy to see how excited each woman was getting, not to mention a taste of her juices as she licked the finger.

As she finished checking each woman, Rosa and Dawn would lead her over to the pen rails. There were a group of hooks hung from the upper rail, dangling just about at hip level. Each hook was blunt, thick and hanging from an adjustable heavy metal cable. Dawn would push the woman up to the hook, then Rosa would insert it into the pussy from the front. After insertion, the hook would be adjusted so that it was as far up the woman’s cunt as possible and pulling her tightly up to the railing. With the hook inserted and brought up tight, the woman was forced to stand facing outward along the pen railing, facing the main cooking area. It didn’t take long before a line of women formed, uncomfortable and worried, held in place by the hooks.

Looking over at the line, Sharon thought the picture quite appealing and appetizing as the bound women squirmed, trying to get comfortable with the thick blunt hook in their pussies holding them in place and erect.

As she finished up her meat evaluation, Sharon came to a faux blonde, mid-thirties, with a nice musculature overlain by smooth flesh. The blonde gave her a smolderingly sexual look under thick dark lashes and twisted her upper body slightly to emphasize her breasts. Ignoring the look, Sharon gave her a quick check. Turning her back around after examining her ass, Sharon remarked, “Good tits, honey, but not quite in my league. And mine are REAL.

“You have plenty of good meat, though,” Sharon continued, squeezing the faux blonde’s pussy with thumb and forefinger. Then she signaled for Rosa to get this one on a hook.

A slightly plump honey blonde shuffled up and stuck out her own chest. “Well, THESE are real,” she said softly.

Sharon fondled and squeezed the offered breasts for a moment. “Nice rack,” she said finally. “You’d have a place in our milking herd.”

“You MILK women?” the blonde gasped.

“Sure do,” Sharon said, indicating Betty with a thumb. “Just about everyone here gives milk. We’ll be milking Betty, there, in just a little while so you girls can see how it’s done.”

The blonde glanced at Betty, unconsciously licking her lips and obviously getting more excited. She also provided a few interesting low key sound effects as Rosa and Dawn took her over and fitted her to her pussy hook.

Truth to tell, Sharon thought as she surveyed the rear view of the line of curvy women squirming on their individual hooks, the whole bunch were really getting off on their treatment. Judging by the way their buttocks squirmed and flexed, they were certainly making the most out of their pussy hooks. Jane was there, too, and seemed happy to be part of the group again.

Casting an educated eye, Sharon decided there were several asses in the row that fell into the “Salt, pepper and grill now.” category. Some good meat there. Well, the audience was assembled and ready. Now for the next act.

Belinda walked down the front of the line carefully giving each woman another going-over. The riding crop lifted a quivering breast for further examination here, or wormed its way between plump thighs there and generally had a grand old time. Behind the line of women, Sharon was giving bare thighs and buttocks another squeeze and fondle. All of the examinees and prospective meals reacted in a variety of sexual ways to the treatment and signaled to Belinda that they were well into the spirit of the day. She concluded her review of succulent woman flesh with the comments, “Not bad, ladies. None of you are really the caliber of a fully developed spit muffin like Betty, but the basis is there.”

Belinda waved to her various assistants. “Loves, please set Betty up for a spit milking.” The following process caused more than one jaw to drop among the bound women. Started a good bit of squirming and minor fucking of embedded hooks, too.

Dawn (1) removed Betty’s dog collar, then helped her to lie face down on a long wooden table nearby. Meanwhile, Dawn (2) got out a pair of spit stands and set them up in front of the table so they faced the line of women. Rosa brought Betty’s arms across her back and strapped them together the same way the audience had their arms strapped. Once Betty’s arms were restrained, Sharon inserted the bottom half of a two part spit up Betty’s pussy and a vibrating plug into her ass, then she tied Betty’s legs to the spit and put a strap around her thighs. The watching local gang started to get more excited.

Meanwhile, Rosa inserted the top half of the spit into Betty’s willingly open mouth so the long soft penis shaped tip was well into her throat. After that, the spit was turned on and Betty, feeling like there was a solid rod through her body and enjoying the vibrations in her cunt and ass, had the spit holding her naked body lifted onto the stands so she rested belly down, large globular breasts dangling.

Rosa brought a bowl and started milking the squirming, moaning Betty. She had a hand on each of Betty’s breasts and squeezed them alternately until she was dry and had gone through a few minor orgasms. The crowd along the railing also reacted to the sights and sounds. One woman popped off loudly as she watched, and that started the whole crew joining her.

Sharon walked over to one big-eyed nicely fleshed brunette and gently squeezed a plump breast. “You’d look good like that too,” she told her. Bango, one gasping, moaning, orgasming big-eyed brunette.

As Betty was taken down, Belinda looked upon the line of excited women and found it good. Glancing at Diana, Belinda noted she was starting to get wound up too. Excellent. Sexual endorphins gave a woman’s meat such a wonderful flavor. She put her left arm across her chest, under her (exceptionally fine, not to mention large) breasts, and cradled her right elbow with her left hand, gently tapping her chin with the riding crop in a variation of her usual thinking posture. Yes. It was certainly time to move on to the next stage and get everyone cranked higher. “Ladies,” she told the watching line of squirming women, “you are used to seeing - or being - a woman cooking in a pot. As I do not favor boiled meat, I think it’s time you were personally introduced to a far more tasty method of preparing a woman’s delicious flesh.” This announcement did not meet with unalloyed joy from the women lining the rail.

Belinda waved and Rosa and Dawn (1) moved a pair of low platforms out of the back so that each platform was in front of one of the smaller cooking pits. Ominously, there were four long thick vibrators in a row on each one, sticking up from the platform. Even more ominously, Dawn (1) was pouring some thick cooking oil on each vibrator. The audience figured those vibes were being lubed for a reason. Not Good.

Sharon, meanwhile, had been awaiting the announcement of the next phase with a bit of anticipation. She had her two choices already picked. One was a brunette named Joy about five-six with a soft smoothly rounded body and slightly larger than normal hips and thighs. She had an expression of submissive, resigned worry on her languidly beautiful face that said, “Victim, and really, really getting off on it.”

The other woman, Rebecca, was smaller and more slightly built, but with good breasts and a superb bubble butt. Her prominent and tasty looking ass made Sharon think of seasonings and platters whenever she saw it. It would certainly look scrumptious rotating over hot coals. Not to mention on a carving platter.

Well, now to see about that.

Sharon walked up behind Joy and signaled for Dawn (2) to lower the woman’s pussy hook. She pushed slightly on Joy’s back and said “Lean over a little, sweetie. It’ll make what’s coming next easier.” As she did so, Betty handed her a thick oiled white plastic butt plug with a long straight handle.

Joy bent and Sharon pulled her meaty left buttock to one side then set the tip of the butt plug at the mouth of the her little bottom hole. Joy gasped loudly as she felt the tip, then expressed her thoughts as Sharon swiftly pushed the plug up her ass. “OooohhhhAAAGH!!!”

Sharon pulled Joy back upright as the rest of the line tried to see what was happening. Sharon and Joy were slightly behind the line of women, so the rest couldn’t quite catch it. Meanwhile, Rosa came over to collect Joy as Sharon prepared to administer the same treatment to Rebecca. The only difference this time was that Sharon took a few extra seconds to enjoy squeezing Rebecca’s tasty buttocks before pulling one aside. Same result, same expression of thoughts. “OooohhhhAAAGH!!!”

With their thighs strapped together, Rebecca and Joy were limited to a very mincing gate when they walked. The thick plugs up their butts made their walk even more mincing. However, when Rosa and Sharon grabbed the handles of the plugs and pushed, Joy and Rebecca found themselves being frog-minced out of the pen and over to the food preparation tables. Both women were actively squealing as they minced, and the sight of the two part spits waiting for them didn’t do anything to settle their nerves.

Her ears filled with the happy sound of two women pleading, squealing and making all sorts of other fuss, Sharon turned back to the line of restrained women along the pen rail. She had fell intent in mind. The first one to discover her fell intent was the faux blonde with the surgically enhanced tits. Looking her in the eye, Sharon smiled. “We need some sauce for preparing the dinner meat,” Sharon said with an evil smile. “You and your friends are going to provide it.” The blonde’s eyes got very, very big.

Betty lowered the hook in the blonde’s pussy and Sharon grabbed her by the arm, leading her out of the pen and over to the rows of upstanding vibrators. After removing the strap binding the blonde’s thighs, Sharon pointed to one of the vibes. “Sit on that,” she said, “but not up your cunt. It goes up your ass, Sweetie.”

The blonde gave Sharon a shocked look, but meekly squatted and positioned her butt on the tip of the vibe. One look at Sharon’s face and she had no desire to argue with the big woman. She pushed her ass down slowly, feeling the oily shaft enter her body. The blonde, Ann, settled further, pushing the plastic tube further up inside her until her buttocks were resting on the board. Sharon untied her arms from behind her back and then tied her wrists together in front of her so her hands were between her spread legs and just at pussy level. “You’ll want those little fingers of yours where they can reach your cunt, sweetmeat,” Sharon said with another smile as she placed a small steel bowl directly under her moist pussy. “This is to capture your juice. Relax, you’re about to enjoy yourself in a few minutes.”

Looking at the two women that had preceded her, Ann saw that Rebecca and Joy already had their spits positioned in their bodies and were tied up and oiled, ready to be put over the coals. She watched in fascination, ignoring the sounds and sights of the rest of the captured women were brought to their own vibrators, as both spitted women were lifted and put on the stands over the two small fire pits. The coals were low. The heat wouldn’t be very high, but Rebecca and Joy were still certainly going to feel it.

Ann could feel herself getting excited as Rebecca’s spit was adjusted in place and she was finally ready for her ride. Ann could see Rebecca’s face from where she was seated on her own vibe, and it added to the excitement. Rebecca cut a panicky glance in Ann’s direction, and the eyes of the two women locked. Rebecca’s eyes were terrified, but there was something else, a sexual excitement that was building as she was placed to cook.

Something passed between them in that look, and Ann knew just what Rebecca was feeling. Fear, yes. Who wouldn’t be afraid in Rebecca’s situation? Still, there was a sexual tension and Ann felt it, too. Danger. A feeling of danger. And a feeling of ultimate submission. Rebecca was already on a pole and it could just as well have been Ann. Instead, here she was, watching Rebecca starting to squirm over the heat. Ann watched Rebecca’s eyes, her expression - distorted from the pole coming out of her mouth - and the way the curves of her nude body shifted as she squirmed, held in place by the two rods that felt as if they were joined inside her. A feminine hand did something to the pole entering Rebecca’s body just below her buttocks - turning on the lower spit’s vibrator - and Rebecca clenched her entire nude form as the orgasm hit her. She also squealed, an exciting sound like none Ann had ever heard before and Ann’s body orgasmed in sympathy with Rebecca. As she slowly returned to the world, Ann realized her fingers were frantically strumming her clit, trying for the next big blow off. The vibe in her ass was helping, too.

Ann heard a small tinging sound from the bowl below her, looked down and realized her pussy was dripping into the bowl. Just as promised, she was producing girl juice for the cooks. That realization triggered the next big blast.

Ann realized she wasn’t alone. The women in line with her were also stroking themselves, gently bouncing on the vibrators up their asses, and moaning, gasping, and groaning as they watched the two naked female bodies slowly turning on their spits. The women on the vibrators were muted compared to the two on the spits. Rebecca and Joy were both squealing and gasping as loud as possible as they clenched and squirmed.

A pair of strong feminine hands reached down from behind Ann and cupped her breasts, then began to twirl her hard erect nipples between finger and thumb. “I always say nothing squeals like a woman on a spit. Go ahead and enjoy it, honey,” Sharon said. “You’ll get to munch on her pussy when she comes off, but you better hang on tight. She’ll be all over the place.” That was another mental image that joined the one of herself on a spit, and Ann again felt a blast of orgasmic ecstasy.

When Belinda felt that the two on the spit were just about ready - just about out of their heads and sopping wet, in other words - she signaled the Dawns and Rosa to get them off their spits and onto serving platters. Joy and Rebecca were duly moved and found themselves on their backs, knees pulled back to their shoulders, and hands tied behind their legs to hold them that way. They were open, displayed for good purpose, and wet. Delicious.

Meanwhile, Belinda gave the women on the vibrators a few instructions. “Ladies,” she announced in sweet but firm tones, “it’s time to stop playing with yourselves and enjoy partners. We will now free you from your bonds. Once these two are on platters, two of you will be chosen to nibble on their pussies first, then the rest will also rotate through. So as not to deprive the rest of you while you are waiting to taste toasted pussy, you may apply your tongues to myself and my assistants. Let us begin.”

Jane, to her surprised pleasure, found herself seated before Joy’s wet and clenching cunt. She grabbed the woman’s thighs and dove in, tongue first. Joy, still mildly delirious from the heat, was nearly out of her head. Jane’s tongue inside her completed the job. She threw back her head and started screaming as wave after wave of orgasm hit her.

Belinda played host to two of the women, fore and aft, as did Rosa. Belinda always enjoyed multiple encounters and Rosa’s big soft ass was a treat all in itself anyway. The rest of the women went one on one.

Sharon chose a full bodied bottle blonde (Didn’t these women believe in leaving their hair natural?) that looked like she knew what to do with her mouth between a woman’s thighs. “Let’s get lip locked, sweetie,” she told the blonde. “Your upper lips to my lower lips.”

The woman licked her lips and dived to her knees. Yes, Sharon decided a few moments later, this girl did know what to do with her mouth when she got between a pair of thighs.

Belinda surveyed the scene a while later. Everyone had been given a good tongue lashing and was sitting around in a state of sated satisfaction sipping wine, chatting, and doing a bit of companionable necking or body stroking. Dawn (1), for instance, was nestled next to Belinda and collecting the gentle petting she so enjoyed. Sharon and others in butcher’s coats were now fully nude, the better to relax. Belinda was also now free of her outfit and was feeling quite comfortable. Rosa was over to one side with Ann and couple of other women, discussing what it was like to give milk in a dairy. The three seemed fascinated as Rosa hefted a breast and squeezed her nipple, producing a drop on its tip.

Diane, of course, was still restrained to her post. Interestingly enough, Diane wasn’t joining in the general aura of good will, relaxation, and sexual endorphins. Belinda smiled slightly as she saw Diane’s eyes were fixed on the big barbecue pit with fascinated dread.

Rebecca and Joy, on the other hand, weren’t in lawn loungers like everyone else. Belinda had put them in the big cauldron and lit a low fire under it to heat the water and soothe their overworked pussies and bottom holes. Just like a nice hot tub. Of course, they looked to a casual observer like they were sipping wine while being boiled as meat a scene not lost on anyone there and something that added to the ambiance.

All in all, very relaxing.

“Belinda,” one of the women asked, “this has been really wonderful. You said earlier we were going to cook someone today. Were you actually planning on roasting a girl for real?”

Belinda nodded complacently and said, “Of course, love. After everyone has had a chance to relax and recharge, we’ll begin preparing dinner. I’ll be choosing the meal then.”

The tension among the original ten was suddenly back, and they looked at each other uneasily and wondered who would get the honor. They all remembered they were told they were meat when they first arrived. Diane shot Belinda a startled glance, then went back to staring at the barbecue pit with even more dread and an air of resignation. Belinda favored all with a sweet smile. “However, we won’t be stuffing and spitting our dinner for a while yet, so please relax. I’m certain you will enjoy what comes. Really cooking a woman is ten times more exciting than role play for all concerned. I want everyone recharged and ready for it. ”

Sharon took amused note of the uneasy and thoughtful expressions on all of the ten. She was certain what was running through their minds. All of them were wondering who was going to be taking a spit soon, and more than a few of them were excited at the thought it might be them. Rebecca and Joy, who already knew what it felt like to be on a spit, gave each other speculative looks, then looked down at their own bodies.

Jane also knew what role play roasting felt like, and she’d also had some of Abby’s meat. Sharon could almost read her mind as Jane examined several other women speculatively. Sharon didn’t miss the fact that Jane was also quietly stroking her own pubic mound. The goofy broad was wondering what her own pussy would taste like, Sharon knew. That thought usually led to muffindom and becoming a wonderful dinner.

She snorted. This group had a bunch of real spit muffins in it. Just as far gone as the muffins back home. She amused herself by studying their meat. That brunette had really tasty looking thighs, Sharon decided, while a redhead over there was sitting on some luscious steaks. Of course, there were a lot of plump pussies that would make wonderful prime filets. On the whole, she decided, a very succulent collection of prime female flesh, just waiting to be harvested.

Things settled down after an hour went by and Belinda made no more announcements. There was still an undercurrent among the ten women, a thrill of delicious danger. All of them still eyed each other from time to time with speculation in their eyes, and some of the casual caresses of a partner seemed more in the way of judging flesh than stroking silky skin, but the whole atmosphere was more relaxed.

Belinda caught Sharon’s eye. She nodded in understanding and twitched her head at Rosa, passing the word. Belinda patted Dawn (1) gently and the plush blonde sat up, clearing the way for Belinda to rise to her feet. As she stood up, Belinda was suddenly the focus of a tense group of ten women and one really worried Diane.

“Ladies,” Belinda began, “I see I have your attention. That’s very nice, because I need for you to do something. I want all of the girls in your group, including Rebecca and Joy, to assemble over here next to the cooking tables. It’s time for me to assess your meat again.”

There was a great deal of unease as the group assembled, but a barely suppressed excitement was also in the air. Belinda swiftly went through the ten, hefting an occasional large breast and making a comment about milk, but always checking the ribs, sirloin, belly and pubic mound. Then she’d turn the woman around and check thighs and heft buttocks. Quite clearly, Belinda thought the examination worthwhile. Quite clearly, the women did also. Watching, Diane wasn’t all that sexually interested. She simply wanted to come in second to some other woman as the prime choice. Or maybe third or fourth. Or last.

“Now, dears,” Belinda said firmly, “I want each of you up on a table, relaxed, belly down, and legs spread. I want to check your prime filets.”

Some of the listening women weren’t familiar with the term, “prime filet”, but all of them could guess its meaning. They could all guess the implications, too. They really were just meat, was the common thought, and the cook was choosing dinner. There were nervous titters, erect nipples, and damp pussies all over the place when that idea sunk in.

In turn, each of the women obediently got on the table and displayed their juicy parts for examination. Belinda gave each plump pussy a careful examination, inside and out, occasionally drawing a gasp and, in one case, a minor orgasm. When it was Rebecca’s turn, Belinda also spent a few pleasant minutes squeezing and massaging an upstanding round buttock, sighing with slight regret when she stopped. Belinda shared Sharon’s opinion that Rebecca’s tasty mounds of bottom meat were simply perfect for a grill and would provide wonderfully tender steaks.

Finally, all were finished with their examinations and back in a group, looking at Belinda with breathless anticipation. “Ladies,” she told them, “you all show great promise as spit muffins, and I’d be perfectly happy to add you to either my milk or meat herd. However, you are all here as my guests today, and I’d like you to enjoy the occasion to the fullest.” Collective relieved sigh, tinged with regret in a few cases.

She looked at Diane. “Normally, love, you would provide the meat for today’s feast, but I feel an obligation to feed my guests only the most flavorful of meat. You need some time to let sexual endorphins permeate your flesh before you will taste your best. You and I will be working on that for some little time in the future.” Diane relaxed a little, and gave Belinda’s fantastic nude figure a very sexual assessment. Something to look forward to, balancing out the fact that she knew she was destined to become cutlets.

Belinda waved to one side. “Betty, dear, you’ve been so wonderful about waiting your turn, and I feel it’s time you fulfilled your ultimate fantasy. Please step forward and we’ll begin preparations.”

Betty immediately went into the happily shocked and mildly tearful performance beauty contest winners use to proclaim astonishment that their obviously wonderful qualities were recognized by the less-than-observant judges. In any other group of normal women, Sharon mused, Betty would be regarded with amazement. In this bunch, things were a little different. Most of the local crowd held back slightly, unsure of the protocol. Jane, greatly daring, moved up to hug and congratulate Betty. When her gesture was happily received by the announced dinner, the rest of the crowd crowded in for a congratulatory group hug.

Sharon just shook her head once again in resigned amazement at the peculiar psychology of the I-wanna-be-spareribs types. “Okay, girls, let’s not take too long,” Sharon announced dryly. “We need to get Betty on a spit sometime soon.” That statement served the intended effect of settling the celebration down some, especially since Betty, preliminaries nearly over, was now ready to get with the program.

At Belinda’s direction, Rosa and the two Dawns took Betty back to the house to get her cleaned up and out. Also at Belinda’s direction, the local group accompanied them to see how that sort of thing was properly done. That left Belinda, Sharon, and Diane (still bound and mounted on her pole). Sharon began eyeing Diane speculatively, and Diane returned the examination with a slightly worried expression. Sharon strolled around back to get a good look at Diane’s delicious looking bottom. Diane tried to twist around to watch Sharon, but her restraints and the pole up her pussy kept her range of movement limited. Nodding her head, Sharon decided the rear end under examination was definitely in the Fuck or Fry Now category. Since they weren’t ready to fry that ass yet…

Belinda spoke up. “Yes, dearest, I quite agree she’ll make a wonderful meal sometime soon, but we do have Betty on the schedule, you know.”

Sharon nodded. “I’m aware of that, Belinda, but I’m thinking about an appetizer.” Diane immediately took on a panic stricken appearance.

Belinda smiled as she watched Diane’s reaction. That bitch was certainly getting attention, but not the kind she wanted. “Perhaps we ought to restrict our appetizer to exercise, lover. I’m sure if we donned plug-ons and took her over to that lounger, she’d make a most entertaining interlude while we waited for the girls to come back. If I went in front and you mounted her delicious backside, I’m sure she’d be happy to accommodate the pair of us at the same time.”

Diane’s panic took on a while new aspect at the thought of being stretched and penetrated simultaneously from two directions, but, as she squirmed on the vibrator far up her pussy, she decided it certainly beat the alternative. She squirmed again, certain Sharon was watching the movement of her nicely formed buttocks.

Sharon was perfectly sure what Diane was thinking. Fine with her and it sounded like fun. She hadn’t done a threesome with Belinda in a week or so. “Hm, yes, Belinda,” she said, “that does sound appetizing.”

Diane was relieved, and let her self be dismounted from the pole up her pussy. As she was led to a nearby lounger, she got mentally prepared to give both of her captors a good ride. Maybe if they wanted more, that would keep her off a spit for a while.

A short period later, a mild and growing louder commotion heralded the approach of Betty and her attending clutch of fry-me-now fanatics. Belinda and Sharon, finished with Diane, were refreshed and on their feet, waiting for the gang to arrive. Diane, now tied on her belly to a lounger, was not necessarily refreshed, simply enervated, full of sexual endorphins, and languidly wondering if her two stretched holes would return to their original shape any time soon. She could hear Betty, etc., coming, but really didn’t give a damn at the moment. Of course, she realized why she was tied in this position, but she figured it wouldn’t matter until everyone - including her - got really hopped up over Betty turning on a cooking spit. Once everyone got all charged up, her position was a convenience for all concerned - including her. Life wasn’t half bad at the moment.

Betty, assisted by Rosa and the two Dawns, was in the forefront of an excited crowd headed back to the fun and games area. Her long blonde hair was already put up, her large breasts were bound together with cooking twine so the wouldn’t flop as she rotated, and her forearms were tied across her small of her back. In short, Betty was ready to mount on a rotisserie. All she lacked were stuffing, oiling, and being mounted on a two part spit.

Betty, needless to say, was as exited as hell. For that matter, so were the women following her.

Betty was assisted up onto the preparation table on her back and Rosa, in her fractured Mex-English, explained to the group that they were “gonna oil her, then stuff her ass befo’ we get ‘er onna spit. You all gonna help.” Having appointed herself tour guide and mentor, Rosa continued her instructions to the group at large, directing them to oil their hands from a big bowl of spiced olive oil, then smear it all over Betty’s curvaceous nude form. Betty writhed gently with pure pleasure as ten sets of soft feminine hands stroked every available bare inch of her flesh.

Once Betty was on her belly, the gang went back to oiling her down, this time - again at Rosa’s direction - inserting oil as far up her pussy and back passage as willing fingers could reach. Once she was oily and ready, Sharon took what looked like a large cake decorator with a very long flexible nozzle and inserted the nozzle up Betty’s ass as far as it would go. Once the nozzle was in place, Sharon began to squeeze a stuffing mixture of rice, spices, and chipped breast meat into Betty. Betty loudly had an orgasm the third time Sharon inserted the nozzle and pushed in another load.

Stuffed and oiled, the two parts of the spit were inserted into Betty, one half into her happily open mouth and the other into her just as happily open pussy. A thick heat resistant vibrator was slid up Betty’s ass both to hold in the stuffing and give her a little extra fun, completing the preparations. When the powerful magnetic field in the two part spit was activated, Betty felt like there was a solid pole running through her, and the result was another, stronger orgasm. As the Dawns used the ends of the spit to lift Betty gently from the preparation table, Sharon gave her a pat on one of her round plump buttocks, then reached under her to pinch her stiff clitoris. Another orgasm.

Once Betty came down from that one, she felt the heat of the barbecue pit underneath her. This was it. She was now meat on a stick, her ultimate fantasy. The rotisserie started to turn her slowly to expose every oiling glistening curve of her body so it would cook evenly. Betty could only face straight forward because of the spit through her, but that was all right. This was her world now, and she began to fantasize about the group enjoying the wonderful taste of her succulent meat. Orgasm time, loud and long. The front half of the spit didn’t go far enough down her throat to block her vocal cords, and she made good use of the fact, squealing and groaning in sexual excitement. Her body would convulse in ecstasy, then squirm and writhe on the spit as she submerged herself in the excitement of being the one that was the center of attention, the woman cooking over the coals

She would occasionally cut her eyes and look at the women surrounding her as she rotated, and invariably, the looks were returned with fascination. The ten in the local group had never seen a woman really cooking before, as much as they had played at the fantasy, and the real thing was far more exciting than role play or imagination. Naked women began to stroke themselves or a nearby partner, and the ones meeting Betty’s eyes got a physically overwhelming thrill of danger, of identifying with the shapely female meat on the stick. It could be them, their imaginations said, and some of them found themselves craving it, while others were simply fascinated to watch Betty cook.

Belinda and her crew were very experienced in cooking women, but they, too, were enjoying watching Betty. Sharon had Rosa’s round soft ass under one hand while Belinda was stroking a good bit of both Dawns. Sharon loved watching a woman convulse and squirm on the spit and Betty was doing a wonderful pole dance. She was making marvelous music, too, squealing and moaning as she cooked. Sharon always thought nothing squealed like a woman on a spit, and she happily enjoyed listening.

Everyone watched with excited fascination as heat induced delirium slowly took Betty, and she writhed along with the whirl of color and sexual sensation in her mind. Betty wanted to be a memorable roast, and everyone, even Belinda, rated her performance on the spit as superb.

As Betty slowly stopped moving, Rosa added more wood to the fire so Betty could really start to cook. Belinda looked around at the excited women breathlessly watching the spit and its meat. Nodding in satisfaction, she announced in her musical voice, “Ladies, we’re all very excited right now, and we really need to do something about it. That’s why all of the loungers are here. There are a variety of toys on the tables next to the loungers, and Diane is also feeling very accommodating. Please take a partner or partners and enjoy yourselves.

“We certainly intend to do so,” she finished with a smile.

Later on, Betty was taken down, sliced, and served to everyone, picnic style by the barbecue pits. The local groups seemed a little hesitant at first, but everyone appeared to enjoy the flavor after the first nervous bite. Diane was tied to her lounger in a seated position with her hands free to eat, and eat she did with a will. She seemed resigned to her fate, and even asked for seconds like everyone else. Belinda regarded the picnic as a resounding success and invited everyone back to the main house for a relaxing after dinner session of dancing and petting, again with the enthusiastic agreement of the local women.

Sharon looked around at the main living area of the house covered with nude women in various stages of relaxation. There was slow, mellow music on the sound system, and a few of the women were dancing, nude bodies pressed together as they slowly moved to the music. Others were simply relaxing together, arms gently around each other. Just like home, Sharon decided.

“Sharon, can I ask you a question?” It was Ann, the one with the fake boobs. At Sharon’s nod, she continued. “I’ve never been more excited than today. Can I come back with you and Belinda - do this for real? I want to be done just like Betty.”

Sharon took a moment to thoughtfully look over Ann’s beautiful nude body and note once again her nicely plump pussy mound. “I think you’ll qualify eventually,” she said judiciously, “but you have to get rid of the falsies. Only real breasts are allowed.

“Besides,” Sharon continued, looking in Ann’s face, “we’ll help you grow a real set as big as those before you’re cooked.”

Ann gasped in happy surprise. “You mean that? I can come there and I can really grow a nice rack? Oh, wonderful!” She hugged Sharon who, at the moment, was feeling mellow and tolerant, so didn’t really mind the outburst. Much.

A little later, Belinda and Sharon sat companionably together on one of the sofas. Dawn (1) was stretched on her belly across both laps as usual. Also as usual, Dawn was getting softly petted in a variety of squeezable places. “Dearest,” Belinda said, putting a free arm across Sharon’s shoulders, “this has been quite an interesting trip.”

Sharon snorted. “Yep. And what are we going to do with this bunch? Pat their bouncy little asses and tell them to go off an play and not get in trouble again?”

Belinda’s laugh was the tinkling of chimes. “Oh, lover, I don’t think we need to worry that much. I’m keeping Jane here for another week to teach her how to use the equipment. The group can engage in safe play after that, and if one of them wants to be cooked sometime in the future… well, Jane will be taught basic cooking skills also.”

Sharon nodded. That seemed to solve the problem of what to do with this particular batch of nuts.

“Besides,” Belinda continued softly, “I’ve accepted five of them as muffins, so the other five should be able to stay out of trouble, don’t you think? I think the rest will eventually show up at the ranch as well.”

Sharon looked at Belinda with some surprise. “Five? Including Ann?”

Belinda nodded. “Yes, including Ann. And…”

Sharon looked at Belinda with hope. “You mean Rebecca, the one with that marvelous ass that’s just ready to grill? She wants to be a muffin too?”

Belinda nodded. “Yes, dearest, Rebecca too.”

After a brief interlude imagining Rebecca’s luscious buttocks on a carving platter, Sharon remarked. “You know, Belinda, I have to agree this trip was well worthwhile. It still never ceases to amaze me there are women in this world ready to become a good meal.”

Belinda nodded complacently. “Yes there are, dearest. For a very select group, it’s their overriding fantasy.”

Belinda snuggled Sharon closer and let her other hand softly stroke Dawn’s soft bottom as it lay in her lap. Belinda was relaxed and content. “And you know how much pleasure I get out of helping women attain their fantasies.”

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Thank you both very much, ladies. Actually, I think my partner would probably mind sharing, but she’s a bit small minded in such matters.

You two have set me a high standard, though. I’ll try to live up to it in the next story. It ought to be good, since it revolves around Ming-Ming, Sushimaster from the DGF, and at least one certifiable bitch, not to mention the return of Taylor from the first Belinda story by request of a fan. It’s proving very interesting to plot out.

On another subject, t’Sade knows but you may not, WL, that I do my characters from real life or a photograph. Pink is no exception. The model for him is a guy named Biscuit, a pure white shorthair “mixture”. This nut has at least six personalities, especially when he manages to see various big cats on the Animal Planet channel. He’s also an old stoner, having been a nip-head since he was small. Nip affects him like pot. Other consciousness altering substances like iced tea or Vick’s Vaporub produce wildly differing results. Interesting character. Landed on his head a lot when he was young, at least until he finally listened to us tell him that cats always landed on their [u:3omxejet][b:3omxejet]feet[/b:3omxejet][/u:3omxejet].

Anyhow, thanks for the wonderful comments.

Leo