Belinda 21: Belinda and the Oriental Way to Cook a Girl by Leo

Belinda 21: Belinda and the Oriental Way to Cook a Girl by Leo

Lissa gave a sigh of pleasure as strong, soft feminine hands milked her, gradually filling the stainless steel bowl under her nipples. The only thing that could feel better, she decided, was a long thick spit up her pussy… or maybe her ass. She still hadn’t decided which one she wanted when her time came to go to the kitchen. Maybe later on she’d get one of the other muffins to grab a plug-on and do her in the pussy , then the ass, for comparison purposes. If she could keep her mind on comparisons.

Of course, Belinda, Sharon, the two Dawns, Rosa, and several spit muffins were currently off on a trip at the moment. During the course of which, Lissa was sure, the two muffins would become some very succulent dinners. At that thought, Lissa sighed again, with envy this time. Some girls had all the luck.

It should be noted at this point that Lissa and the two women on hands and knees with her on the low platform were nude. As were the three women doing the milking. As was Ixinza, Belinda’s assistant. who was supervising the daily milking In point of fact, every woman here at Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy was nude - and there were only women at the Ranch, the sum total of which has just been listed.

Calling the place a ranch was a bit of a misnomer, since it was really Belinda’s fabulous ranch style mansion just south of South Beach, Miami, located on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic and happily possessing a very private beach. The beach was private enough for nude games, bare ass sunbathing, and really great for cookouts when they wanted to enjoy a woman’s meat cooked over open flames. It was just a wonderful place for girls that liked to cook women, or be cooked, which was every spit muffin’s ultimate fantasy.

The spit muffins were a constantly rotating group of normally ten or so women that carried a meat fetish to its ultimate extreme. When one was put on a spit or in the oven, Belinda chose another from a surprisingly long waiting list. When a muffin came to the ranch, she was guaranteed a life of sexual freedom, hedonism, and fun while waiting for her turn. Those that already had naturally large breasts were given a hormone mixture to start them lactating while the others were given another mixture to help their meat develop. A fully developed meat muffin had a great figure and a rack that looked like the product of a high priced surgeon, the result of growing a thick meat sheath over the normal fat and glands of the breasts. Spit muffins were a spectacular sight. The constant immersion of their flesh in sexual endorphins also made their meat a gourmet treat.

If you liked very tasty women - and to cook and eat same - Belinda’s ranch was a Real Good Thing.

The day’s routine progressed from the post-milking cleanup, through administration of various hormones (anally, but we’ll go into detail some other time), onward to the aerobics session, and finally to the cool down in the pool. Things were happily normal and Ixinza was giving some thoughts to the procedures and logistics of feeding everyone when the house security system alerted her to a visitor. The car in the security screen was a late model white BMW, the national car of Miami, and it held a single occupant - young and female. Ixinza pushed the button that keyed the automatic gate opening sequence and followed the car with a monitor as it drove to the house and parked in the area generally used for visitors.

On opening the front door, an expensively dressed blonde girl in her mid twenties was confronted by a mocha colored woman of about her own age with a Playboy grade figure, made obvious because she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing: Ixinza.

This was the point where visitors usually freaked after meeting a nude woman in the doorway, so Ixinza was ready for the normal reaction. She didn’t get it. Instead, the blond didn’t so much as twitch. Instead, she said in a clear soprano with just a touch of Valley Girl accent. “Hi, my name’s Taylor. Is Belinda in?”

NOTE: FLASH FORWARD

In another part of Miami, Ming was studying her nude figure in a full length mirror and giving vent to a little sigh. Oh, her breasts were great and she was nicely curved, but she felt that her hips and thighs could use just a little improvement. Stop fretting, she told herself sternly. She was now a full member of the Society of Lilith and junior partner in a very profitable business (thanks to the Society) and had a very fat and getting fatter bank account (ditto). She even had a couple of candidate members to mentor just like most full members. Those two girls had to survive four Choosings on the beach at the Society’s quarterly Fest and they’d become full members like her. Or, they could be Chosen to become a very nice beach barbecue for the Fest, not something Society candidates considered with gleeful anticipation.

The two candidates were actually part of her current mild funk. Ming had picked up the Society customs of full nudity at home and letting her candidates live with her. Fine in and of itself, but the girls were both slender and curvy photo model types, which Ming wasn’t. She couldn’t help making mental comparisons between her own figure - quite attractive in a depressingly normal sort of way - and the candidates’ magazine grade bodies. Sigh again.

Maybe she should tie them both up again and give them a little session with a riding crop. She wasn’t really a dominatrix type, but sort of fell into the role to keep Tandi’s naturally egotistical and aggressive personality in line. Paddling a restrained Tandi meant she also had to treat Stella the same way. Ergo, the corset, high heeled boot, and riding crop routine, with a little harsh language and bondage thrown in for good measure. At least it kept things on an even keel at the apartment. It would be nice, came the guilty little thought, if Tandi was chosen at the next Choosing. Ming didn’t really think Tandi was Society material and Stella might be a good member. Another problem.

An idea presented itself. Popped up and blazed in neon lights, in fact. Belinda was a Founding Member of the Society, and she had a hormone treatment for improving a girl’s figure. If she took it, Ming knew, as a full member she was in no danger of becoming a barbecue. If Tandi took it, a few more pounds would really make her look appetizing. It would do the same for Stella, too, but Ming was experienced enough in the Society’s ways to be aware that sometimes factors other than a girl’s meat influenced which woman cooked.

Hm. Maybe she should call Belinda.

NOTE: FLASH BACK PAST STORY BEGINNING

In still another part of Miami…

Tanya Brooks was the owner and manager of a very exclusive and totally unadvertised restaurant specializing in, among other things, woman meat prepared as Haute Cuisine in the French manner. As was her normal want, she was expensively dressed in a well tailored business suit consisting of expensive blouse, sharply cut jacket, and thigh length miniskirt. Her spike heels complimented the suit. So did her habit of wearing a diamond choker and matching large dangly diamond earrings. Tanya, a woman in her mid thirties, was wearing just the right amount of makeup, including large false eyelashes to accent her brown eyes and her mass of wavy brown hair. It all went well with her curvy figure and dynamite legs. In all, quite a package.

Rather a hard nosed package, too.

Currently, she was contemplating the people seated or standing in her office and contemplating to a greater degree a rather major business decision. Said people consisted of her personal assistant, Mandy (standing), a muscular craggy faced Japanese gentleman (seated), and two very attractive Japanese girls (standing also) in their early twenties - Tanya guessed, but she really wasn’t good at judging Oriental ages - in minimal bikinis.

Mandy was a bottle blonde in her late twenties dressed in a miniskirt business suit like her boss. She also possessed a quite adequate body for sexual purposes. Tanya was fully aware of that since she regularly banged Mandy here in the office to relax after a hard day. On the other hand, Mandy was showing signs of independent thought and becoming somewhat of an annoyance, at least by Tanya’s rigid standards.

Mandy was consulting a paper in her hands. “Tanya, this is Itamae Sama, the Japanese chef you wanted to meet and his assistants.”

Tanya looked at Mandy with veiled irritation. Did she have to ask all of the questions here? “And they are… ?”

The somewhat slender, stacked, round faced one answered in a soft high voice, “We are known as Menkoi. Personal names do not matter. I will be translating for Itamae Sama.”

Tanya nodded her understanding. Well, she was interested in the guy, not the girls. Still, for politeness sake… “I see. What does Menkoi mean?”

Itamae Sama answered in a deep, gruff, abrupt voice, “Eats.”

Well, Tanya thought, this guy understands some English. It also sounds like he was well aware of the program. “I see,” she said in a thoughtful voice. “Well, Mister Itamae Sama, what do you think of my offer?”

The girls were standing on either side of the Japanese chef in gracefully respectful poses - straight, hands clasped in front and heads slightly down. The one that spoke before answered. “Thank you for your courtesy, Ms. Brooks, but the title “Mister” is unnecessary. It is simply Itamae Sama.

“Itamae Sama has carefully considered your proposal and there is one factor he feels must be finalized before he makes his decision. You currently are operating a French restaurant. If Itamae Sama is to perform his art here, his surroundings must reflect it. Respectfully, he sees no place for his art in your current operation. Otherwise, the terms you offer are quite satisfactory.”

Tanya nodded. “I’ll be happy to meet Itamae Sama’s conditions. It will take a week to change the decor and I’ll be happy to consider any of his personnel suggestions.”

Itamae Sama grunted. Apparently an affirmative.

Mandy wasn’t so succinct. “Tanya, that’s impossible! You know we have an iron clad contract with Jacques. It will cost us a bundle to get out of it even if we could! Why…”

Mandy made one little mistake. She turned away from Tanya to contemplate the far wall while thinking about all of the financial disasters her boss was in the process of committing.

Said boss, on the other hand, was a bit more direct. As Mandy turned, Tanya opened her desk drawer, withdrew a police nightstick, and proceeded to whack Mandy upside the head with it. Clunk!

Looking at the unconscious form of her assistant on the floor, Tanya said, “Itamae Sama, here’s some raw meat for you to start with.”

Itamae Sama looked at Mandy for a moment, then rose smoothly from his chair and pulled a large butcher knife from under his suit coat. Knife in hand, he resembled a samurai from one of the Japanese chop-em-up movies. Kneeling next to Mandy, he proceeded to swiftly and expertly slice away her clothing. The knife was sharp enough that the tough cloth of her suit parted like tissue and the unconscious woman was shortly nude. With no apparent effort, he slung Mandy’s form over one shoulder, then looked at his translator.

She nodded, then addressed Tanya in a sweet calm voice. “Should we take this piece of beef to the kitchen?”

“There’s a holding cage down there,” Tanya replied, “but I’d like you to wait for a few moments. There are restraints and gags in that closet for when she wakes up, if you don’t mind.”

Another look and the heretofore silent girl walked over to the closet and extracted suitable leather restraints and a thick ball gag. Itamae Sama placed Mandy none too gently in a nearby chair and the girls went to work. Mandy was quickly restrained and gagged. Another two straps and she was bound to the chair at chest and legs.

Meanwhile, Tanya was on the phone. “Bill, get rid of Jacques and Alphonse. I don’t care. The usual spot. Let the gators in the Glades take care of the evidence. Yeah, now.”

Tanya looked at the Japanese threesome. “The kitchen will be yours shortly.”

Itamae Sama: “Umph”. A.K.A. Japanese grunt of approval.

NOTE: BACK TO THE PRESENT.

ANOTHER NOTE: So far, there have been several time shifts, which were unavoidable due to telling the story. The author hopes the reader can work it out. With luck, the rest of the story will make things clear.

Taylor was now nude, proving to any observer she was of the slim but nicely curved type, with very good medium sized breasts and a really nicely shaped ass. Whether she was a real blonde was academic, since she had no pussy hair. Ixinza was sure there was a story behind that, and was interested to hear what it was. Both were seated in the main living area of the ranch and one of the girls had brought coffee and sugar.

Taylor, for her part, was looking around with some degree of amazement at the small crowd of wriggly nude female flesh that puttered about the place on various concerns. She didn’t appear surprised at the nudity, just at the fabulous body development on the various spit muffins that came and went. She woke up from her slight trance of contemplation as Ixinza asked, “Norma seems to have forgotten the milk. Would you like some?”

Taylor nodded. “Please.”

Without batting an eye, Ixinza placed Taylor’s cup on the table in front of herself, then leaned over and squeezed a little milk from one of her breasts into the coffee. “I felt like there was a little left over from this morning’s milking. No need for it to go to waste.”

Looking up to see Taylor’s wide-eyed expression, Ixinza continued, “Is that enough or would you like some more?”

“Uh,” Taylor said in a slightly shocked voice, “yes… ah, yes… that’s fine.”

With nervous curiosity, Taylor sipped her coffee. Her expression changed to one of surprised pleasure. “Oh, wow, this tastes great.”

Putting her cup down, Taylor added, “I’ve never had a woman’s milk before. There have certainly been some changes since I was here last.”

“When was that?” Ixinza asked.

“Several years back. The place was nothing like this. Leigh brought my roommate and me as possible dinners.” She waved a hand at her bare pussy. “That’s why no fur. I got the treatment and it never grew back. After we had woman pot roast, Belinda kept my roommate, LeAnn, and me for a few days, then decided I really wasn’t into being a dinner. I was released after we oven roasted LeAnn and ate her.”

ANOTHER NOTE TO READER: If you don’t know this story, please read Belinda , Visiting Pot Roasts and Nieces.

Taylor continued. “I finished school, then went on to a pretty good job. I haven’t had any woman meat since, but I’ve fantasized about it a lot. Finally, I decided it was time to make some kind of decision, but I don’t even know what that decision should be. That’s why I’m here to talk to Belinda.” Sigh. “And she’s out of town.”

Ixinza nodded. “Well, not to worry. She phoned yesterday and said she was going to be back today. She also said she’s bringing some more spit muffins and a captured bitch. We’ll probably cook the bitch tomorrow. Why don’t you stay here and have dinner with us. You can even stay over for a few days if you want. We’ve got plenty of room, even with the girls Belinda’s bringing back with her. I’m sure Belinda will be glad to talk to you once she’s settled again.”

Taylor nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

She looked around and then stared. “Is that cat pink?”

Ixinza laughed. “Everyone asks that question. Yes, in the right light, he’s pink. His full name is Belinda’s Pink Pussy, but everyone calls him Pink. He just moved in and took over the place one day. Fits right in, too.”

Pink, for his part, was present to study Taylor’s flesh for possible consumption. The cat was totally enamored of woman meat. Of course, girls were useful for giving him the attention and petting that was only his due, but, deep in his little black carnivore’s heart, he’d be just as happy eating one. In his experience, if you ate one, there would be another along shortly, useful for providing a lap and doing the proper amount of stroking.

Belinda and her entourage arrived early that afternoon. Said entourage consisted of Sharon - her companion, Rosa - one of the hired assistants on the ranch, the two Dawns (house pet and friend), five new spit muffins, and a sundry bitch, Diane, who was promptly stored in the bitch holding area in the basement.

STILL ANOTHER NOTE TO READER: All of this was explained in the previous story, “Belinda and the Bayou Barbecue Beauties”. Pretty much the rest will be explained to those new to Belinda as we go on with the story. First, on with the story.

The first order of Belinda’s business was giving Taylor an enthusiastic hug by way of welcome (and checking her meat in several places). Taylor, by the way, was fully aware of Belinda’s hugs and their multiple purposes. Second, and nearly as urgent, was getting everyone undressed so they could be fully at home. Ixinza then took over the chore of finding all of the new girls bedrooms. Belinda still had a number of unused bedrooms after that, but she decreed that Rebecca would share with Taylor. As Belinda put it, “Sharing a bed is so much more friendly, ladies.”

Meanwhile, Taylor eyed Sharon, the only other person she knew at the ranch - albeit a rather intimidating one - warily. “Hi, Sharon.”

There was a lot of Sharon to eye, and it was all worth eyeing. She was a tall brunette, and a nicely toned 38D - 28 - 38. Sharon was not only Belinda’s companion, she was also her balance wheel. Her pragmatic outlook tended to balance out Belinda’s somewhat dotty - if predatory and highly intelligent - personality. Sharon was the ranch forewoman, den mother to the spit muffins, and generally in charge of seeing the daily escapades didn’t get out of hand. To signify her position, she wore a small gold chain clipped to her nipples with a (silent, by her direction) little gold bell in the middle. Sharon actually loved the chain because it was short enough to give her breasts a touch of uplift and cleavage even though she was nude.

“Hello, Taylor,” Sharon replied with a wry smile. “Welcome to the ranch, and no hard feelings, I hope. Have you been filled in about all the changes since you were here? There weren’t any muffins here back when you visited.”

Taylor nodded. “Ixinza told me all about everything. Actually, it looks pretty interesting and fun.”

“It’s interesting, all right,” Sharon said in an ironic voice as she watched one of the girls patter by with a full bowl of barbecue sauce and a brush. “I think I’d better go and see just how interesting it’s getting. See you later.”

Taylor waved at Sharon as she strode off after the sauce bearing muffin. This DID look like a fun - and goofy - place to spend a few days. Already, she was beginning to feel better about things.

One woman that had a slightly questioning feel about things was Rebecca. She was a volunteer for Muffindom that Belinda picked up in Louisiana. (Refer back to previous story.) At the moment, Rebecca was hefting one of her largish breasts and contemplating her immediate future in the milk herd. Oh, she was really enthusiastic about becoming a milk muffin, but … there was this one tiny (well, not so tiny - and there were two of them - and they had nipples) problem. Swiftly, she decided to seek out appropriate guidance.

Appropriate guidance in this case was Sharon. “Uh, Sharon…?” she began on locating the aforesaid imposing woman. “I think I’ve got a problem and I hope you can help me.”

Sharon took advantage of Rebecca’s proximity to reach around and tenderly heft one of her buttocks. Rebecca had a truly mouthwatering ass, a bit large with prominent smooth rounded buttocks that looked just ready to season and grill. Sharon had quite a thing about it. In fact, she made a point of nibbling it - and banging it - as often as the opportunity presented itself. “Okay, Rebecca, what have I got to solve?” By this time, she was tenderly hefting both buttocks and giving Rebecca a very appraising look.

Rebecca didn’t mind either the hefting or the look. Both gave her a tingle right between the thighs. However, there were other things on her mind, positioned on the other side of her body. She reached up and cupped her breasts. “It’s these.”

Sharon looked down. “Um hm. Delicious. You ought to be a champion milk producer with those.”

Rebecca dimpled. She really couldn’t help it when she received such wonderful compliments. “Thanks, but that’s the problem. I’m not globe shaped like the rest of the girls. You can see that I kind of flop already. When they get full of milk, I’m afraid they’ll hang halfway to my navel.”

Sharon studied the two fleshy items under discussion. Rebecca did have a point. Instead of a globular shape that would support itself when full, Rebecca’s breasts were thick but long, sort of torpedo shaped. Flopped a bit. Hm. Thinking hard, she decided to make a partial exception to house rules. She was sure Belinda wouldn’t mind when the reason was explained. Thinking further, Sharon decided that it wouldn’t hurt things at all. Make the girl actually a little more visually interesting and really highlight her hips and that wonderful, wonderful ass. “Okay,” she said, “we’ve got plenty of sports bras around here. Grab one and start wearing it. That will give you plenty of support. Belinda and the rest of the girls won’t mind.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! Thanks!” Rebecca sealed her thank you with a long, deep kiss. Sharon didn’t mind this at all, and made plans for later in the afternoon. “I bet I know what you’d like,” Rebecca continued after they came up for air and traded smoldering looks. “Later on?”

Sharon nodded. “After I get things settled down around here. Now go find your room and your roommate.” She swatted a plump cheek by way of sending Rebecca off to do her bidding.

Meanwhile, Taylor was deep in conversation with Belinda, explaining all of her feelings about eating women. “So you see,” she finally wound up, “I’ve been having these urges since I left here. I don’t want to be meat, but I love the thought of cooking women, and nothing else tastes like a girl’s meat. The feelings are getting stronger, but I’m still not too sure about them. I really needed to talk to you about them, Belinda.”

Belinda reached over and patted Taylor’s bare thigh, absently running her hand up and down the naked flesh and occasionally giving it a little squeeze as she thought. “I understand, love,” she finally said. “You really don’t have a problem to my way of thinking. Why don’t you stay with me for a while and enjoy life here at the ranch? Then, when you’re ready, we’ll both figure out what you need to do next. I’m planning a beach cookout tonight. There are some wonderful wings and drumsticks in the cooler - a couple of brunettes I think - and there’s more than enough for all of the darling women here at the ranch. Then tomorrow we’re going to roast a bitch. That’s Diane. You saw us bring her in and she’s in the cage downstairs. Her meat’s just about ready.”

Belinda sat back and favored Taylor with a bright smile. “What do you think of that?”

What Taylor thought about that was that she was being given the opportunity to become a full fledged woman eating cannibal, taught by a true expert in the field. Was she ready? Looking around, she noticed one of the new muffins strolling over to lie down on a nearby couch. She was a bottle blonde with a very well developed figure, although in need of a little exercise to firm her up. Plump meaty thighs, a nicely rounded butt that promised wonderful steaks, full breasts, and the sort of flesh that would prove succulent and tender. As the blonde bent over then threw a leg up on the couch to pick up a magazine from the table behind it, Taylor took note of a very plump pussy. It was no trouble to imagine this woman on a carving platter, and Taylor wondered what kind of show she’d give on a spit. She also looked like she’d be fun on a bed, too.

Realizing what she was thinking, Taylor made her decision. Yep, she was ready. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Belinda.”

Belinda didn’t miss Taylor’s looks and could pretty well guess her thought processes. “Her name’s Sandi, dear,” Belinda chimed with a dimpled smile. “I’m quite sure she’d like to make your acquaintance. Since we’ve finished our little chat, why don’t you go over and introduce yourself? She has a wonderfully long and active tongue, too.”

Taylor followed Belinda’s suggestion.

That evening, Taylor was lying in Sandi’s arms, her naked body pressed softly to Sandi’s tender flesh, and both of them were comfortably relaxed, leaning up against one of the big logs that served as cookout seats and watching the dying fire on the beach. Taylor had never had girl meat cooked in beach cookout style before and thought it was great. Everyone else was pretty well flaked, too, just lying in companionable relaxation, watching the fire, and listening to one of the muffins strumming on a guitar. The music wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of the surf, but both made a pleasant counterpoint.

“You do have a wonderful tongue,” Taylor commented to Sandi.

“Um, yes,” Sandi replied, snuggling closer to Taylor, “yours is nice too. But I want you to do something for me later when we go to bed. I’ll show you, but it’s something I really like. Just come to my room after we break up here.”

Later on, a very curious Taylor did just that. She was sure that Sandi was referring to some form of sex, which was all right with her. After all, everyone in the place was already undressed for it. She was already coming to enjoy the free and easy sexual shenanigans that went with having a bunch of happy and excited muffins around the place. Taylor had no desire to end up in the oven or on a spit herself, but she had to admit the girl meat she’d already eaten had given her the taste for more. She couldn’t wait until they cooked a whole girl tomorrow.

On opening Sandi’s bedroom door, she was confronted with an interesting and - she had to admit - appetizing sight. Sandi was lying face down on her bed, head resting on her crossed arms, and legs together. Peeking out from the plump flesh of her buttocks was the end of a thick plastic penis.

Sandi looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “Hi,” she said, “glad you came. I’m just doing my stretching exercises. I want to be ready when they stuff me.”

“Looks interesting,” Taylor replied.

“Yep. Of course, it’s much more fun when you use a plug-on. Will you do me?”

Taylor looked a little uneasy. “Is that anything like a strap-on? I’ve never fucked a girl with one of those and I’m not sure I know how. Really, I’ve only been banged in the ass a couple of times. Belinda did it to me when I was here before and I kind of liked it, but that was a while back.”

“No problem,” Sandi said with a smile. “I’ll show you what to do and then I’ll do you. Trust me, you’ll enjoy my butt. I give one hell of a ride.”

Taylor started to get a little excited at the thought, then her eyes opened with surprise as Sand reached back and removed the shaft from her ass. That thing was really long and thick! She hoped Sandi wasn’t planning to use one like that on her.

Sandi got up and opened a bedside table drawer. “Belinda keeps the bedrooms fully stocked,” she remarked as she took out two rather strange objects. “We’ll use the small one on you since you aren’t used to it. Just remember to do the pussy before the ass. Prevents problems and gets the shaft lubricated, too.”

Sandi held up the objects and Taylor’s eyes grew big again. They looked like they had the same plastic penis as a strap-on, but no straps. Instead, the base of the penis had a padded U shape with two plugs sticking up from inside the arc of the U. “Belinda said the plug-on was invented by a muffin. They’re wonderful, let me tell you! The big U-shape is really a spring It goes between your legs and pulls the shaft to your mons. The two plugs help lock it in place, since one goes in your pussy and one goes in your ass. When you’re fucking a girl, she feels the shaft in her and you feel the plugs in both holes. Both of you can get off on the fuck, and it’s fabulous! Here, I’ll help you put this big one on for me, then we’ll get started.”

Sandi helped Taylor get the plug-on in place and the plugs inserted. She had to admit the contraption felt secure, and the feeling of the plugs in both holes was really wild. She was getting excited already!

Sandi lay back down on the bed on her side, then waved for Taylor to join her. “Come on, girl. Let’s do a little necking before we get down to business, and then we’ll see just how many thing we can do to each other before we flake out.”

Taylor smiled at that, then joined Sandi on the bed and enfolded her in her arms. Each started playing with the other’s breasts as they enjoyed a deep kiss and the feeling of anticipating what was coming next.

The next morning was bright and sunny, and the routine of Belinda’s ranch swung into its usual … interesting… gear. There was muffin milking before breakfast, of course. The new muffins from the trip weren’t yet ready to produce milk, but they could have fun watching and helping. So could Taylor, and Sharon selected her for milkmaid. As Sharon was on hands and knees on the milking platform, Taylor wrapped her hands around Sharon’s 38-D sized breasts as far as they would go, then followed Sharon’s expert instructions on how to get her nipples flowing. Both of them enjoyed a little idle conversation as Taylor alternately squeezed first one breast then the other, squirting milk into a catch bowl. “Wow,” Taylor said as they finished and she wiped Sharon’s nipples with a dry cloth, “now you really do have a pair of milk jugs.”

“Thanks,” Sharon said with a friendly smile, “but a couple of the other girls like Rosa have me beat in that department. Anyhow, it’s time for hormone doses. You need to see that.”

“Then breakfast?” Taylor asked. After last night, she was hungry.

Sharon shook he head. “Nope. Exercise first and then a cool down. Breakfast here is more of a brunch. A couple of the girls on kitchen duty will set something out while the rest of us are cooling off in the pool. Just go with the flow, Taylor. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

Taylor found that she did. Hormone dosage involved a backless bench on a high platform overlooking the sea. Taylor saw that there were five short thick shafts sticking up from the seat at regular intervals. “Vibes,” a Mexican accented voice said.

Taylor turned and took a good look at the voice’s owner. It was Rosa, all honey blonde five feet, 38D-26-39, of her. Rosa was, along with Ixinza, one of Belinda’s two employees. She also occasionally went by the inevitable - and accurate - nickname of “Tits and Ass”. Rosa, pointing at the bench, continued her explanation in her usual fractured English. “You sit on one o’ thos vibes an lookout over t’ ocean. Ten me or somebody come by and stick a tube up yo butt and give you t’ hormones. You wanna help?”

There was a table nearby Rosa was a selection of squeeze bulbs in green and blue. The bulbs had tape on them with a girl’s name. They also had thin flexible nozzles about two feet long. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where the nozzles went. Taylor agreed to help Rosa.

Soon enough, there were five nude women sitting on the bench, squirming slightly from the vibrators deep up their pussies. The vibes were set closely together so each woman had her bare thigh and hip pressed to that of the women next to her. There was a lot of companionable arms around waists and shoulders or hand holding, too.

The two girls walked behind the bench with a load of bulbs. Taylor watched Rosa’s technique, then followed it. Hold the tip of the nozzle, insert it into a girl’s bottom hole, then slide the nozzle all the way in and squeeze the bulb firmly. Low gasp or moan from said girl followed. A couple had obvious minor orgasms. This was a fun way, Taylor decided, to take your medicine.

After that, it was time for aerobics. Everyone donned sports bras (Rebecca was already wearing hers - a fashion statement generally considered radical but appropriate by the gang.) to avoid bothersome flopping. From her position in the group. Taylor noted that the twisting, bending, turning, jiggling, etc. of bare female flesh was both highly interesting and appetizing. Especially since everyone in the crowd, with a few key exceptions, was on the menu.

Then it was off with the sweaty bras and into the pool for a cool down, with water activities ranging from relaxed conversation to a bit of playful grab ass. Towel off, and a brunch buffet awaited with everything from fruit to girl bacon. Taylor could see the attractions of an extended stay at Belinda’s. She just had no desire to become one of those attractions, particularly the bacon now on her plate.

It wasn’t long after brunch that Sharon strolled out onto the patio holding the phone and looking for Belinda. The call was for her and it was from the Miami-Dade police. What on earth had she done now? Oh, there she was, talking with a couple of the girls.

Sharon took a second or two to enjoy the sight. Everyone was nude, of course, but a nude Belinda was certainly worth the study. Something north of five feet and crowned by a short bobbed hairdo that was naturally blonde, the forty something Belinda had curves and skin tone that professional supermodels would die to get. Of course, no supermodel would be that curvy, but Sharon didn’t care. Belinda’s habitual bustling set every luscious portion of her superb body in motion - in different directions. Sharon could get wet by watching her walk across the room.

Sharon handed Belinda the phone. “It’s the cops, Belinda. Done something I need to know about?”

Belinda paused for a second with a thoughtful look. “Not that I can think of, dearest. I suppose I just have to find out what they want.”

Beginning of one side of conversation follows:

“Hello… oh, hello, Horatio. Yes, it’s been a while. What can I do to help you?”

“I see… yes, I perfectly understand and I’ll be glad to help.”

More of the same, concluding with:

“Now, you needn’t worry yourself, love. I’ll be glad to handle the problem. I assure you it will be taken care of, dear. You just take care of yourself, bye.”

Sharon took the phone back, noted Belinda’s thoughtful look - the one she always had when she was hatching a plan - and wondered just what they were about to get involved with, this time. Not that Belinda had a problem, of course. When she got involved, someone else had the problem.

The phone took that moment to ring again. “Hello?” Sharon asked as she answered. Then she handed the phone back to Belinda. “Ming. For you again.”

Once Belinda had the phone, Sharon went back into the house. If today was going to be nonstop phone calls, she wasn’t interested. Belinda would come get her when there were things to be done.

Sure enough, Belinda came and got her. “Dearest, would you please assemble the girls?”

Hoo, boy. Another exercise in herding cats. Literally in one case.

Eventually, a crowd composed of bare female flesh and one pink cat was assembled in the living area. “Ladies,” Belinda announced in clear sweet tones, “I’m afraid I have to give you a bit of bad news today. I know you all have so been looking forward to cooking Diane, the bitch in the basement, but I’m going to have to put that off for a day or two because of several commitments that have just popped up. Please don’t worry, I promise you something special if everything turns out the way I expect that it will.”

Belinda turned to Rosa. “Dear, will you please inform Diane that her date in the kitchen has been delayed? I know she’ll be so disappointed, but it can’t be helped.”

Sharon snorted at that. “Disappointed.” Sure, Diane would be anything but.

Belinda turned to Sharon. “Lover, I need for you to be dressed by two or so. We’re meeting someone at the new Japanese restaurant in town at three.”

Sharon nodded then headed off. Then she stopped as the light dawned. WHAT new Japanese restaurant?

Well, the new Japanese restaurant was rather discreet, Sharon had to admit. It was also quiet and favored subdued lighting. Given the type of meat it probably used, that was only to be expected. Belinda’s explanation on this mission was it’s usual vague self. They were there as a favor to “a very old and dear friend” in the police department and to discuss “a problem” with Ming. That sure told Sharon a whole lot.

Experience told her they were off on another of Belinda’s goofy plots. Oh, well, given the way the rest of them worked out, they ought to get some fresh girl meat out of the whole imbroglio.

Inside, they were guided to a table by a very nice looking Japanese girl, displaying a very toothsome body in a minimal bikini. Giving the girl the detailed study of an expert, Sharon decided she’d make quite a decent meal. At a guess, the dining room girls eventually ended up in the kitchen. Probably a high turnover in the serving staff if the restaurant became popular. Right now, the room was only half full, but that was okay since it wasn’t a peak meal time.

Sharon glanced at the menu, but couldn’t recognize any of the dishes. There were descriptions printed by the various entrees to explain what they were, however, so she could pretty well make her way. What type of meat wasn’t stated exactly, but the menu held front and back photographs of another shapely Japanese girl in the nude. At a guess, the source of today’s meals. Like she decided earlier, very discreet.

The only jarring note in the restaurant was a brassy brunette in a miniskirted power business suit and four inch heels. The pile of curly dark hair, emphatic makeup, load of diamond jewelry, and no-nonsense expression pretty well summed her up. She was standing by the entrance, obviously raising hell with the Japanese girl that was the receptionist. Sharon disliked her on sight.

Belinda was examining her as well. Sharon knew that look. “Is she why we’re here, Belinda?”

“Among others, lover,” Belinda replied absently. “Among others.

“Oh,” she continued, “here’s Ming.”

Sharon already knew Ming, so greetings were brief but friendly. Ming picked up her menu, then plunged into her situation with barely a glance at the page. Ming, it seems, had a few problems with her live-in Lilith Society candidates and was also a bit dissatisfied with her own body development.

Belinda was soothing, and quite prepared to address the situation. “Dear, bring them over to the ranch for a few weeks. Yourself, too. I think we can set things right before the next Lilith Fest.”

By this time, the waitress was there to take their orders. “Allow me to order for all of us,” Belinda said. “I believe I know something we will all enjoy.”

She proceeded to have an extensive conversation with the waitress. In Japanese. Sharon could only sit there and try not to look like an idiot. After the girl left, Sharon said, “Belinda, I didn’t know you spoke Japanese!”

Belinda smiled sweetly. “Dearest, I spent some time in Japan years ago. I learned Nihongo then. I’m a bit rusty, but pleased it hasn’t deserted me. What I ordered wasn’t on the menu, but it is a specialty of this particular chef. We’ll meet him after the meal.”

“Well, then,” Sharon continued, “what was that Japanese writing across what little there was on the butt of her bikini?”

Belinda smiled. “It reads, “Menkoi”, lover. There are several meanings according to context, but the one that applied here is “Love Noodles”. She serves several functions.”

Sharon also smiled. It only stood to reason that you made Japanese food from Japanese girls. “A date and dinner, all in one.”

It wasn’t long before a platter was set on the table, full of what looked like rolls of very thinly sliced meat stuffed with a variety of ingredients. Following Belinda’s example, Ming and Sharon each picked up a meat roll and bit into it. “Yum!” was Ming’s comment.

“What are these, Belinda?” Sharon asked.

“I don’t really know the name, dearest,” Belinda replied. “However, they are a specialty of a very few highly trained Japanese chefs. The meat is sliced thigh, usually, although I prefer a buttock cut. The ingredients are rice, seaweed, shrimp, fish, some other tidbits of woman meat, all of which are spiced and mixed. The ingredients vary with each roll. I haven’t had one since I was in the Orient and I believe this is the first time I’ve eaten one of these since. I really must meet the chef.”

Sharon had to agree the rolls were excellent. She was reasonably certain that hers contained chopped nipple, lightly sautéed, along with the shrimp and other things. Very interesting.

Sharon was eating, enjoying herself, and participating in the dinner table conversation, but she was also aware of her surroundings. For instance, that table over in the corner was occupied by Tony and a couple of his guys. Mob, but friends of Belinda. Sharon was willing to bet they weren’t here just by accident, either. Now why would Belinda have the boys here? Sharon could smell one of Belinda’s plots cooking away merrily. Sometimes she wished the woman would break down and tell her what was happening. It would make things just so much easier if she knew before hand if she was going to have to bash someone.

Hm, the brunette was still in the background, too. Now she was intently studying Belinda and talking to a thick, heavyset man. Something nefarious was afoot, no doubt. And it involved them. Here we go again. Sharon sighed, and really, really wished she’d thought to pack a gun.

Belinda waved over one of the serving girls, then engaged in another short conversation of machine gun Japanese. The girl nodded, “Hai!” Then she trotted off to the kitchen.

“Ordering seconds?” Sharon asked.

“Asking for the chef, dearest,” Belinda replied serenely. “I’d really love to speak with him.”

After a few moments, the door to the kitchen opened and a man came out. Another Japanese, heavyset, muscular with a craggy face and wearing chef’s whites. Instead of a chef’s hat, however, he was wearing a white headband tied around his forehead with an orange Rising Sun in the middle of it. Obviously the chef, Nipponese-style. His scowling face broke into a (very) slight smile when he saw Belinda. “Belinda!” he growled.

“Hiro,” Belinda said with musical delight, and popped up out of her chair to meet him in the middle of the floor with one of her enthusiastic hugs.

Sharon snorted. The two were old friends. Figured.

The two were rattling back and forth in Japanese as she led him back to the table and placed him firmly in an empty chair. “Ladies, Hiro is a very old friend of mine. He is now “Itamae Sama”, a master chef, a very high distinction, indeed.”

Sharon and Ming both nodded and introduced themselves, then sat back with slightly bemused expressions to listen to an elaborate conversation of which they couldn’t understand a word. Sharon caught Ming’s eye and winked. They smiled at each other then sat back to enjoy their wine while the other two talked.

Sharon took careful, if unobtrusive, note of the fact that the brunette was now scowling ferociously in their direction. She evidently didn’t like Belinda talking to the chef. She said something to the bully boy next to her and he walked out of sight into the front reception area of the restaurant.

Belinda hadn’t lost her situational awareness, either. After the guy walked out, she didn’t even pause in her conversation, simply looked over at Tony and nodded. His two guys immediately got up and followed the hardcase out to the reception area. Sharon mentally nodded to herself. Okay, one problem about to be solved. Now it remained to see where everything else was going.

Five minutes later, Tony’s boys were back and finishing their dinner. The chef immediately said something that sounded like the end of a conversation, got up, and went back to the kitchen. Belinda turned to the other two. “Ladies,” she said, “I believe we can go now. Don’t worry about the bill. It’s been taken care of.

“Ming,” she continued, “please bring your girls over to the ranch this afternoon and plan on an extended stay. Of course, no clothing will be necessary. Tomorrow will be a very special occasion, so be prompt.”

Special occasion? Sharon wondered just what that meant, besides being Tuesday. On the other hand, she was sure she’d find out.

Shortly afterward in the kitchen…

Our favorite (for this story) Japanese chef is standing in the kitchen, across one shoulder is Tanya, newly nude and bound, her large mass of curly brunette hair (courtesy, by the way, of a VERY expensive hair salon downtown) in somewhat disarray. He hands are bound behind her, her thighs tied together and being held tightly by Itamae Sama, since she’s trying to kick in protest. She is facing backward, her luscious bottom forward. The chef appears to be waiting for something, since he isn’t moving a muscle other than to restrain Tanya. Facing Tanya from the rear is one of the Menkoi, wearing, in addition to her bikini, a ferocious frown. Tanya is favoring her with a heated and vulgar monolog, punctuated with demands for release. Facing Tanya’s plump delectable bottom is another of the Menkoi, identical frown. Tanya doesn’t see it, but the girl facing her is hefting a large apple. The one behind her is holding a thick carrot.

After a few moments of the struggles and noise, the girl facing Tanya’s nicely rounded bare ass (very appetizing, to include her plump pussy, if it hasn’t already been mentioned) raises the carrot and jams it fully into Tanya’s pussy. Tanya’s mouth opens in shock, only to be filled by the apple the girl in front of her was holding. Peace - at least muffled squealing - now reigns, more or less.

Itamae Sama looks at the Menkoi in front of him, nods, makes a small movement with his head, then grunts. Translation: “Round up the other girls. We’re closing this joint for a couple of days and going to Belinda’s.”

Sharon glanced at the monitor when the security system said there was somebody at the gate. Hm, white BMW, nothing special about that. Ah, there were three women in it. The driver was Ming and the two other girls were Tandi and Stella, the subject of her conversation at the restaurant. She’d better meet this crowd at the door. Tandi was going to need an immediate orientation.

Sigh, and they were going to ask if that cat was really pink.

Ergo, when the front door opened, Ming, Tandi, and Stella were confronted with Sharon A very nude Sharon except for the gold chain pulling her nipples (and her rather large breasts) together. Ming took the welcome in stride - she’d been here many times. The other two were a bit wide-eyed.

Sharon waved them inside. “Get undressed in there, then back into the hall.” She favored Stella and Tandi with a mildly disapproving and very intimidating glare. She did NOT approve of slender but curvy girls with bikini model figures. “Belinda and I will want to check your meat.”

The last comment didn’t sit too well with the young ladies accompanying Ming. Ming was a bit relieved. She now had help keeping Tandi in line.

Tandi, for her part, was reexamining her plans for a financially successful future. Sure, joining the Society as a candidate meant a year at risk as a barbecue, but there were plenty of girls like Stella waiting to ride a pole. That wasn’t going to happen to her. If someone had to go, Tandi was perfectly willing to throw Stella under the bus. Or anyone else, for that matter. Tandi knew Ming certainly wasn’t the ruthlessly ambitious type, either, not like she herself was. Maybe this visit would pay off. Belinda was rich and successful. There was the possibility of getting some kind of advantage out of this visit. She was going to have to keep alert for any opportunity.

Shortly, all three appeared back in the hall in a complete state of nature, displaying very nice birthday suits. There was a short pause for the inevitable, “Is that cat pink?” Sharon pointed to the sign in the hall that said, “Yes, the cat is pink.” Pink, having given everyone a quick sniff, went about his business of the day: watching the world go by, checking out the muffins for the possibility of a good meal of girl meat, and competing with Dawn (1) for petting and stroking.

Speaking of Dawn (1), she showed up while the entourage was still in the hall and enveloped Ming in a VERY friendly hug, widening eyes yet again on the two accompanying girls. Dawn (1), short, platinum blonde, very plush, and softbodied, was the direct opposite of Tandi and Stella. She was also the ranch pet (Pink was resident male and master of the place) who loved being petted and stroked and absolutely avoided any form of exercise, both attitudes she shared with Pink.

Out into the main living area, and it was Belinda’s turn to envelop Ming in a big hug. Wide eyes again from accompanying women, but this time the major cause was Belinda’s fabulous nude figure.

“Well, HELLO, dears,” Belinda said in her usual musical tones. After hugging Ming, she turned to Stella and Tandi. They didn’t get a hug. They got a very quick and expert body assessment. After squeezing and hefting everything on the front, she spun them around and checked the back. Finally, spreading Tandi’s buttocks (The bemused Tandi was too overwhelmed to put up a protest.) Belinda cast a critical eye at Tandi’s back entrance. “Hm, dear, you’re a little tight. However, we shall soon remedy that little problem.”

Tandi got big eyed again, this time with apprehension. Her expression turned even more apprehensive when she saw Sharon favoring her with a smile of evil anticipation.

“Dearest,” Belinda said to Sharon, “why don’t you take dear Tandi out to the patio and give her a good butt banging to welcome her to the ranch?”

Sharon nodded, still smiling evilly, grabbed Tandi’s arm and led her off. Belinda ignored the racket of protests growing steadily louder and more frantic that shortly ensued, ushering Ming and Stella over to a plush couch for a nice conversation.

Stella realized she was in a slightly alternate world when, seated side by side with Ming and Belinda, Dawn (1) stretched her bare body belly down across all three nude laps. Actually, she thought a few moments later while listening to Tandi’s protests turn to orgasmic moans - then passionate screams - stroking Dawn’s legs and thighs was rather relaxing. Looking out the patio glass door, Stella noted that Tandi and Sharon had inspired several other pairs of muffins who were happily engaged in the same recreational activity on other couches. She began to get an idea of what life on the ranch was going to be like.

Later that afternoon, Sharon was lying on the pool lounger, sated and pleasantly relaxed. Tandi was curled up next to her, passed out for all practical purposes. The girl gave a helluva ride once she got into the spirit of things, Sharon had to admit. Having her around for a while could get to be fun, even if she was an obnoxiously ambitious bitch. Still, she meant to save some time for Rebecca’s magnificent ass.

The security system chose that moment to sound the tones for a car at the gate. Too enervated to do anything, Sharon called out, “Ixinza or Rosa, would one of you please check on that?” Looking through the glass patio door, she saw Ixinza headed off to do the front door honors. No worries here. Sharon was certain just who was in the car.

So was Belinda, so it was her and not Ixinza that opened the door to admit Itamae Sama and his entourage. “Welcome, all of you,” she said in Japanese. The she cast her eyes on the nude woman carried butt forward over Itamae Sama’s shoulder. After a brief study of the plump pussy (still full of carrot) framed by equally plump nude buttocks and thighs, she asked, “Hiro, I don’t believe I know this woman. Who is she?”

“Tanya,” he replied gruffly, then he and his six bikini clad Menkoi went to the cloak room to undress without further comment. He was perfectly aware of Belinda’s lifestyle. Tanya was given into Ixinza’s care for the usual treatment: super enema, body hair removal, and storage in the bitch holding area in the basement with Diane.

After a short tour of the place, underscored by a constant low voiced but excited chatter in musical Japanese by the Menkoi as they saw all of the woman cooking and other devices that made Belinda’s unique, Belinda led her Oriental entourage out to the patio. The tone of the Menkoi’s chatter grew more happily excited as they saw the outdoor barbecues, the huge pot, and the electric rotisseries. “Sharon, dearest,” Belinda called, “would you come over and meet Hiro?”

With a sigh, Sharon heaved herself up from her comfortable position next to Tandi and went over to say hello. Examining Hiro curiously as she approached, she decided he was larger and more muscular than most Japanese men. Looking down his body, the same thought occurred to her again. And he was just her type, too. “Hello, Hiro,” she said in throaty tones as she extended her hand.

Hiro had, in his turn, been examining Sharon’s Junoesque figure with appreciation. “Hello, also,” he growled. “When?”

Sharon smiled. This boy got right to the point. She liked that. “When the rest of the girls are playing, we can, too. Okay with you?”

He nodded with a craggy, minimal smile.

For a while thereafter, Sharon was occupied in her role as den mother and safety matron. The Menkoi all wanted to try out the various cooking devices as soon as the concept of role play was explained to them. They especially wanted to get on the heat when they learned about the two part spit and it was further explained that the cook got to nibble the mildly delirious cookee’s wet, pulsing pussy once they were taken off the cooking device and served. It was no surprise to anyone that the muffins were interested and highly willing to assist in the process of role play cooking the Menkoi in various ways. The Menkoi decided they were in Disneyland for meat girls.

All of this meant that safety equipment, to wit: a butt plug with a meat thermometer, had to be in place before a girl could experience say, a grill. The meat thermometer was to ensure the girl’s body temperature didn’t rise to an unsafe level. Sharon, Rosa, and Ixinza put in the plugs. The muffins could be trusted to carefully monitor the temperature, if for no other reason than they liked munching on lightly toasted pussy.

In short order, there were Menkoi bound hand and foot sitting on one of the grills having their pussies toasted. The other long grills both had shapely bound Japanese meat, safety meat thermometer in place, spitted with two part spits, squirming face down over the heating coils and being happily tended by muffins with oil and dull barbecue forks. Several others were spitted by two part spits and rotating on the spit roasting pits, also being tended by happy and enthusiastic muffins. A couple were still waiting their turn, meat thermometers peeking out from between shapely plump buttocks.

As soon as Sharon inserted the last plug in the last remaining Menkoi rump, drawing a little startled “Yip!” in the process, she went looking for Hiro. The two then left the rest of the crowd happily enjoying themselves and went off to play their own games.

Looking around the patio, Belinda decided the place looked like a huge outdoor kitchen, preparing Japanese girl meat for an immense crowd. Quite a satisfying sight. There were even four or five girls simmering in the big pot, actually soothing overexcited pussies, but stimulating to an observer none the less. Ming, Belinda noted, was happily stirring the pot.

Belinda strolled over to Ming. “Dear,” she said, putting a companionable arm around Ming’s waist for s quick hug, “I see you’re enjoying yourself.”

Ming nodded, giving the pot and its wiggly contents another stir with a long thick wooden spoon. “They sound so nice, too,” she commented, referring to the constant flow of sighs and low moans from the girls in the pot. “Simmering girl meat is almost as much fun as cooking it over an open flame.”

Glancing at the crowd, Belinda said, “And I see your two candidates are having fun, too.”

Ming looked in the direction Belinda indicated and saw Stella and Tandi basting one of the Menkoi rotating on a spit. Stella looked to be simply having fun in the spirit of the occasion. Tandi, on the other hand was bright eyed and eager. That was one girl that would cook any woman she could get on a spit

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and really love the process. “They certainly are,” Ming replied. Then she got thoughtful. “I wonder if Tandi realizes the girl on the spit could be her at the next Fest? It’s part of being a candidate.”

Belinda nodded thoughtfully. “That’s the way I and the rest of the original Society members set it up, dear. There has to be a trial and sacrifice if you want the benefits of membership.

“Although,” she continued, “cooking Tandi wouldn’t be any kind of sacrifice, except in her opinion. That young lady has excellent body tone and will probably be quite tasty if Chosen. She could use a bit of meat development, though.”

Ming nodded with satisfaction. “And that’s why we’re here.”

Belinda studied Ming again, turning her gently around to look at the back side as well. “You don’t really need it, you know,” she said as she finished. “You have a very nice figure as is.”

Ming nodded with a slight sigh. “I guess, but I really think I could use a bit of improvement. Besides, if I’m going to put those two through hormone treatments, it’s only fair that I do it too.”

Belinda hugged her. “You are a very fair minded lady and an excellent Society member, love. I’m going to mix your hormone dosage so that it tends to the spots you want. The other two will get the full treatment, starting tomorrow.”

Ming smiled with a touch of predatory anticipation. “I’m looking forward to it.”

After the next morning’s milking, something that brought a low musical chittering from the Menkoi and a slightly startled but approving reaction from Stella and Tandi, the next event was hormone administration. As usual, all of the muffins, Sharon, Ixinza, and Rosa took their places on the bench overlooking the ocean and took their dosage up their asses with varying reactions of pleasure. Ming also joined the group for the first time, drawing worried speculation from Stella and Tandi. More excited chittering from the Menkoi.

Stella and Tandi were a little different. After their immediate future was explained to them, Stella was shocked, but Tandi was Not Pleased. Both realized they were going to present more succulent and edible bodies for inspection at the next Fest. Ergo, a higher chance of being Chosen for a spit instead of remaining a candidate.

Neither reaction mattered. Shortly, the pair found themselves on elbows and knees, with said elbows and knees bound together. The binding forced their shoulders down and butts up, with both pussy and ass presented for whatever was about to happen. This was not psychologically comforting to Tandi. Stella, on the other hand, was a bit curious.

Stella knew she had a good figure, but - given what she knew about the effects of the hormones and the evidence of the muffins - she was about to move into jaw dropping territory. That might be fun. Of course, she had to survive four Choosings at the Fests, but she was willing to take her chances. That was why she was a Candidate, after all.

Stella didn’t know it, but her attitude was just the one the Society liked.

Ming was given the long nozzled bulbs with the hormone doses for Stella and Tandi. As she gently pushed the two foot nozzle up Stella’s ass, the girl sighed for a moment. A quick squeeze, and it was on to Tandi. Tandi was giving forth with a stream of protests that got louder and shriller as she felt the nozzle slide up her butt. “Get used to it, Tandi,” Ming said firmly. “You’re getting one of these every day while you’re here. You can make it easy or hard, but you’re getting it.”

Tandi was thinking dark thoughts for a while, then noticed Sharon giving her the gimlet eye. Well… Easy looked to be better, she decided. Besides, it beat getting paddled regularly.

Aerobics and the pool followed, then everyone started to get ready for the afternoon’s special occasion. There was an air of excitement throughout the Ranch. “I’m glad we have two bitches,” Belinda commented to Sharon. “We have quite a crowd. It will be a pity to see Hiro and the Menkoi leave.”

Actually, Sharon was quite ready to get back to just the normal daily routine of the place. This hamster cage was getting to her. The Menkoi were nice and all that, but constant female chatter in one language was enough. Of course, that meant Hiro was going to leave when the Menkoi left, but one couldn’t have everything. It was a nice change to be fucked silly by a guy. Since he was going to stay in town, maybe they could meet up from time to time.

Down in the holding “cage”, actually a very comfortable efficiency apartment with bars instead of walls. Diane and Tanya had come to an agreement with each other the night before, aided by several bottles of wine laced with drugs that really revved up a woman’s sex drive. Both knew full well they were going to be riding a spit today. While not exactly eager for it, they had enough common sense to get ready to have their asses stuffed and a pole pushed up their pussies and out their mouths. Diane had explained the intricacies of the plug-on, then both women had made extensive use of the devices in various locations, basically to keep their minds off other problems. They were about as prepared as they were going to get, given that they were slated to become delicious cuts of meat.

Later that afternoon, everything was almost ready. Utensils were laid out, spits oiled, side dishes ready for the oven or grill, and Diane and Tanya were present on the patio. They were wearing high heeled beach clogs to keep their feet clean and modest sized ball gags. Both women had their hands bound behind them and thin straps tying their thighs together. The ends of thick butt plugs peeked out from between deep meaty buttocks, the last step applied when they were given thorough interior cleanings. They stood erect facing a hip-high thick post set in the patio in front of them. Separate chains led from the post then disappeared between their meaty thighs. The end of each chain was attached to the base of a vibrator whirring away happily in their slightly stretched cunts. Besides keeping both women juicy, it was a pretty good restraint. To Diane, it was an old familiar, if ominous, feeling. Tanya was keeping her mind off things by contracting around the vibe and giving herself a bit of a fuck.

Off to one side, three of the juiciest muffins were squatting in a line over bowls, knees spread, while three of the Menkoi stroked them in order to get some girl juice dripping into the bowls for dinner. Next to the first three, three of the Menkoi were in identical positions while muffins did the stroking. Belinda wanted a little Oriental flavoring for a dipping sauce. Sighs, gasps, and low moans from both lines told everyone that production was coming along nicely.

Belinda commented to Sharon, “Dearest, I think it’s time to get some milk for the prime filet casserole. Do you have someone ready?”

Sharon nodded. “I kept the Dawns back from milking today, except for a little to relieve the pressure. The way they produce, we’ll have plenty.”

Sharon signaled to Rosa - no slouch herself in the milk jug department -who pattered off to collect Dawn (1) & (2) for milking. In honor of the occasion, she milked both girls on the patio, and effort that got a wide eyed astonished look from Tanya. It also got Tanya really working on her vibe, with predictably interesting results. Observing the milking and Tanya both, Diane decided the woman was on to something and followed her lead. Given the effect of sexual endorphins on a woman’s meat, today’s dinner was going to be quite flavorful.

Helping out in the organized chaos of a bunch of women in the kitchen, Taylor and Ming had gotten into conversation and each discovered a like minded soul in the other. “You know, Ming,” Taylor said as she chopped vegetables, “I really must be crazy. A while back, I thought I was going to be on a spit like those two out there. Now, here I am, helping to cook two women and I’m loving it.”

Ming was greasing a large casserole pan. “Hey, I understand the feeling,” she replied. “I just barely dodged becoming barbecue myself. But I think the way Belinda does girl cooking, everybody enjoys it. I know I certainly do. Besides, Belinda only cooks bitches and volunteers. You certainly weren’t either one or you’d be delicious history. ”

She broke off to take the large bowl of milk from Rosa. “Thanks, Rosa.”

“You welcome,” Rosa replied. “I gotta little left myself. You want it?”

“Sure.” Ming sat the bowl on the counter. When Rosa leaned over the bowl she squeezed some more milk from Rosa’s big nipples.

Then she went back to talking to Taylor. “This is fun. This whole day is just like a fantasy for me, and I know I’m going to enjoy everything, including the meal when those two are finally cooked. Sharon’s letting me help baste them on the spit, too. You want to join me?”

Taylor thought for a minute, licked her lips, then nodded happily. “That will make it perfect,” she said, smiling at the idea. “Let’s sit together when we eat, too. Have some girl talk.

“Even if that’s all you get around here,” she said and both laughed.

Back out on the patio, Hiro and Belinda approached the busily occupied Tanya and Diane. It was time for an important conversation about a little contest the two old friends were planning. Standing behind the two women, Belinda put a hand on each woman’s shoulder to get their attention for a few moments. “Thank you, dears,” she said absently, as she carefully studied two pairs of nicely shaped thighs and buttocks.

Hiro reached down and stroked, then lightly squeezed, Tanya’s left inner thigh. “This is good meat,” he said in gruff English. “Cuts from here make the best meat rolls. I think I’ll use hers.”

Belinda, for her turn, hefted and squeezed one of Diane’s buttocks. “I prefer select portions of this cut, love,” she replied, “although you have to be careful in the precooking. This portion tends to get done faster than the inner thigh. Still, the meat’s delicious when lightly done and thinly sliced.”

This conversation was not happy-making for Diane and Tanya.

After another moment’s critical study, Belinda reached down and pulled the plugs (accompanied by slight popping sounds) from each woman’s ass. “You aren’t going to be stuffed, dears,” she explained. “There’s no need for these.

“However…” she continued with a musing tone as she held Tanya’s, then Diane’s cheeks open to study their gaping bottom holes, “you both are so nicely ready…”

Turning to catch Ixinza’s eye, she indicated the two appetizing asses in front of her. “Ixinza, dear, both of these ladies are quite relaxed and ready for some more penetration exercises. It will certainly help their meat’s flavor even more if we oblige them. Will you get a few of the girls together with some plug-ons and do their asses and pussies until we’re ready to spit them?”

Ixinza nodded happily and went to gather a small group of volunteers. The Menkoi in the group eyed a very apprehensive Tanya’s round ass with evil smiles. They were also holding plug-ons with somewhat thicker and longer penile shafts than normal.

A short while later, Belinda listened with satisfaction to the gasps, moans, and squeals issuing from behind the ball gags the meat women were wearing. It gave her such a warm feeling to keep everyone happy like that.

Once everything was ready and the two tasty dinners were worn out from being enthusiastically banged, it was time for spitting. Diane and Tanya were strapped belly down straddling spitting jigs - devices that looked like padded sawhorses - and had their arms cuffed to the front legs while their ankles were cuffed to the back legs. They were now wide open and held in the proper position for spitting. Both women had their hair put up to keep it from catching fire (Safety was very important to Belinda.) and Tanya had a small strap run around her largish breasts from halfway back from the nipple to keep her from flopping as she turned. Hollow plastic tubes were pushed down their throats to guide the spit points since Belinda planned to use solid spits on these two and do it herself instead of using a machine.

First, Belinda inserted a spit in Diane, since the poor dear had been waiting simply FOREVER for this, and gently pushed it in and out to induce a heavy orgasm. Despite her better inclinations, Diane did, in fact, give forth with a massive orgasm, clasping the spit hard with her pussy. This better enabled Belinda to slowly and smoothly push the spit through her at the proper angle, shutting off Diane’s pleas, cries, moans, etc., but leaving her spasming around the Teflon coated carbon shaft through her body. Tanya was efficiently and expertly given the same treatment. Then Belinda stepped back, looked at the two spitted women with satisfaction, slapped a bare meaty buttock apiece, and said, “All right, ladies, they’re ready to mount.”

Tanya was trying to work up a serious funk. This day was NOT going well in any case. Now here she was, her arms tied to her sides, her legs tied to the spit, a Teflon coated carbon fiber ventilated shaft entering her pussy and coming out her mouth and running through everything in between, and - to top it all off - she was now suspended by that same shaft over heating coils that were set to come up slowly enough that she would do plenty of squirming before heat stroke finally finished her off. Oh yeah, and then there was the matter of the Japanese chef - the one SHE’D hired - planning to use her inner thighs to get the thin meat slices for his signature dish. Okay, things really sucked.

What kept her mind somewhat off her troubles was the fact that some wonderful soul had inserted a heat resistant vibrator into her ass and the buzzing was exciting her. So, for that matter, was the oily basting brush touching all of her sensitive parts. When Ming ran the brush delicately across her nipples, Tanya convulsed with a huge orgasm, followed by several smaller versions of same. The rotisseries she and Diane were on were in line, and the two women were riding their spits facing each other. That meant Tanya could see Diane’s face as both of them rotated, and watch the other woman as her eyes closed momentarily and her body convulsed around its pole from sexual stimulation. Tanya decided the two weren’t having sex with each other, but they were having it together. Maybe she should… OOOOHHHH… that was a strong one… just get the most they could out of the whole affair.

Frankly, she hoped everyone choked on her meat. Probably not, though. She was certain she was going to be the tastiest woman ever cooked here.

Ming plied her long handled basting brush on Tanya’s bare curves with dedication and enjoyment. She’d dip the brush in the seasoned oil and smear it across the appetizing naked woman on the rotating spit, then dip the brush in the catch pan to get some of the drippings and repeat the process. She took special care to brush Tanya’s breasts, her pubis, and the juncture of her thighs and buttocks. She knew all of those spots were stimulating and Tanya’s reaction confirmed the fact. Ming was getting excited watching Tanya squirm and wriggle every time she basted her in just the right spot. Tanya was going to produce some great meat.

Tanya watched Diane as she rotated, cooked, and convulsed. Diane watched Tanya do the same. Somehow, that added to the sexual storm that engulfed both of them. Their pole dances were top notch and the show they were putting on held everyone’s avid attention.

Ming really enjoyed Tanya on a spit. The curves of her naked form were highlighted by the glistening oil and the shifting contours as she wriggled from the dual effects of vibrator and basting were excitingly beautiful. Ming took a long barbecue fork and tenderly pushed the plump meat of the squirming roast’s thighs and buttocks, carefully watching the color. She didn’t want Tanya to cook too much or too soon. Not too much because more was going to be happening later and not too soon because the woman was putting on such a marvelous show.

Diane was doing the same and Taylor loved it. She’d never before tended a spit roasting woman, and Diane’s moves, the look of her glistening bare body on the spit, the delicious female aroma as she cooked, all of these were exciting. Taylor wanted to do this again. She was definitely going to stay at Belinda’s for a while, now that things were getting settled in her mind.

As Diane and Tanya wound down, the excitement in the watching women increased. Sharon standing there enjoying the show, began to think about who she wanted for the massed sex that was going to be happening as soon as the pair stopped moving. Hiro was going to be busy soon enough although he might find time for a quick fuck. Or one of the Menkoi could give him a blow job. The Sharon wanted really intense sex, something justified by the show Tanya and Diane were giving their appreciative audience.

Tandi sidled over in front of her, turned around, and began gently rubbing her bottom against Sharon’s pubis. Then she leaned back onto the cushions of Sharon’s large breasts and murmured, “I need it. I didn’t think I’d like you in my ass, but I do. I want you to do me again.”

That settled the question of a sex partner.

Once the two were gone, Belinda had them removed from the heat and put on platters nearby. She removed both spits, then went to join the sexual fun and games. Hiro didn’t get a blow job, by the way. Ixinza simply bent over in front of him. Everyone enjoyed a very fun session while the meat cooled slightly.

Refreshed and relaxed, Belinda began to remove cuts of meat from both delicately precooked women. The prime filets were removed to be diced and added to a large casserole in addition to nipples and selected pieces of breast meat, then flavored with girl juice. Other cuts, buttock and sirloin steaks, chops and such, were sliced off to finish cooking on the large grill to everyone’s order.

That is, all but one of Diane’s buttocks and Tanya’s left inner thigh. Those were, respectively laid on cutting boards in front of Belinda and Hiro. Both had large, razor sharp carving knives in their right hands. Belinda nodded for Hiro to go first.

He proceeded to validate his title of Itamae Sama, Master Chef, by slicing the thigh meat into nearly paper thin slices with the speed of a lawnmower. Finished, he nodded courteously for Belinda to take her turn.

Belinda nearly duplicated his feat. She sliced Diane’s buttock into slices that were nearly paper thin, at a speed almost as fast as the Japanese chef. “I’m out of practice, Hiro dear,” she said when she finished.

He critically eyed Belinda’s work, then grunted, “Quite acceptable.” That pronouncement having been made, he bowed deeply to her, acknowledging her skill.

The ultra thin meat slices were filled with a variety of tasty stuffings ranging from shrimp and rice through chipped girl meat and seaweed. Then the rolls were attractively placed on two platters and served to the appreciative diners. Pink even got his own meat roll, suitably chopped in his bowl, and properly thanked the Master Chef by rubbing against his ankles. Then he walked away with his tail in the air, courtesy having been rendered, to see what other tasty tidbits he could scrounge from any or all of the assembled women.

Later that night, Belinda and Sharon were sharing a special time on Belinda’s bed, nude bodies pressed together. Things were going nicely, but Sharon’s mind refused to settle down. “Belinda,” she said, “what was this all about? What about that restaurant?”

Belinda’s eyes grew playful.

“Oooohhh,” Sharon said, squirming, “now STOP that for a moment! Get your fingers out of there and tell me what’s been going on. I’m not going to relax until you do.”

Belinda smiled at her, but kept her fingers busy. “Very well, dearest. You know about Ming and Taylor, of course. Well, a dear old friend of mine at the Miami - Dade police department called me about a problem he was having with the restaurant. It seems a number of abducted young women were traced to the restaurant, but nothing concrete could be proved. I’m sure you are perfectly aware they ended up as French dishes. When it became Japanese, Hiro imported his own meat, but that was a very recent change. I did a bit of checking and found out all about Tanya and what a bitch she was, so I thought she’d be perfect as the guest of honor at one of our little cookouts. I called Tony, and he brought a couple of his boys over with him. They took care of Tanya’s hired muscle, and Hiro took care of Tanya after I explained things at the table. I didn’t know he was there until he came out, but having him as the chef simplified things for me.

“It all worked out quite nicely,” Belinda said in a smug, if musical, voice. “Tony has been wanting a local restaurant, and his money making activities are really no more venal than most of Miami - particularly the politicians - so the police are quite satisfied. No more innocent girls will disappear. Hiro will continue as chef and part owner with Tony, so he’s happy as well.

“As for us,” Belinda purred, “Tanya made an excellent meal, don’t you think?”

Sharon gasped and arched, convulsing around Belinda’s fingers. “Now that everything’s explained, dearest,” Belinda said in a soft voice, “why don’t we get back to more important things?”

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[quote author=warlady21 link=topic=938.msg3351#msg3351 date=1218043473] Nope….don’t need to say it. You know that I’m going to say something positive, so i’m not going to say it. [/quote]

But the way you don’t say it makes me feel great!

Leo ;D ;D

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