Belinda 22: Belinda and the Bitch Broiler by Leo

Belinda and the Bitch Broiler by Leo

The whole thing started on a typically sunny day at Belinda’s meat ranch and dairy. Of course, nothing’s typical about a day at Belinda’s. Really, the whole place was loaded with nude women, the majority of whom were eagerly on the menu, so the display of round bare female flesh was both appetizing and sexually interesting. Some of the girls were lounging around the pool, a number were down on the beach either laying out or playing a pickup volleyball game, others were bound and being paddled by other women, and several were happily grilling the pussy of an already orgasmic third. The usual stuff.

Sharon was in her usual location for this time of day, a comfortable lounger by the pool. For those not in the know, Sharon was tall, with a shoulder length fall of flowing brown hair, a 38D-28-38 nicely toned figure, and a no-nonsense expression. She was Belinda’s companion, balance wheel, ranch forewoman, lead cow (since she was among the 60% or so of the women at the ranch that gave milk), and general den mother to the crowd of spit muffins at the ranch, a position signified by the delicate gold chain that was clipped between her nipples and pulled her breasts together, giving her some really eye-catching cleavage. (Sorry for the ultra-long sentence.) She also had two of her current amusements asleep on flanking loungers.

One such amusement was Tandi’s delectable ass, connected to a blonde with a beautifully rounded figure. Tandi was actually an involuntary guest, a candidate member of the Society of Lilith, and brought by Ming, a full member. Ming brought Tandi and another candidate to the ranch so Belinda’s hormone doses would help their sleek figures become a bit more meaty and appetizing. It was working, too. After arriving at the ranch, Sharon had banged Tandi’s shapely butt by way of welcome, and the freshly fucked Tandi discovered that she liked having Sharon penetrating her bottom. Ergo, wherever Sharon was at the ranch, Tandi was usually to be found.

The other amusement was brunette Rebecca’s wonderfully meaty and round ass, again connected to a really busty body that was notable for milk production as well as being appetite-stimulating. Both were admirable attributes, since Rebecca was a milk muffin, providing a daily supply of milk to help the ranch’s income flow (no pun intended, really) while she waited for her turn to become a wonderful meal. Sharon, although not generally into the anal thing, was quite infatuated with Rebecca’s ass and loved banging it on any reasonable occasion, something that Rebecca quite (and rather loudly) enjoyed. Sharon also happily anticipated the taste of a large steak from said butt. Ergo, Rebecca was also usually around wherever Sharon happened to be found.

Casting a critical eye around the patio, Sharon noted that it was accumulating a bit too much junk. Newspapers, used cups, napkins, leather cuffs, vibrators, velvet whips, and other such daily clutter were very much in evidence and the place needed a little straightening. Hm, who was on cleanup detail this week? Lilia was one name that came to mind. Suiting action to thought, Sharon waved at one of the other muffins. “Marie, where’s Lilia? This pigpen needs a little cleanup and she’s got the duty this week.”

Marie laughed, a throaty sound. “Sharon, she’s down in the basement play area. Alice and Trixie have her locked in the car trunk. I was down there earlier and it looked to me like those three have a full program planned.”

Marie looked around at the (not really all that) messy patio. “No need to bother them. I’ll get Beth and we’ll take care of everything. That OK?”

Sharon nodded approval. Sounded like a plan to her. As she watched Marie’s nicely rounded nudity jiggle off to get her friend and clean up the patio, Sharon couldn’t restrain a slight sigh. Belinda was a very doting sort of woman eater, and tended to constantly indulge the herd of women she was planning to eat.

Belinda had slowly assembled a muffin playground in the basement including, among other things, a fully functional meat processing plant the muffins loved to use in role playing games. The plant was also a tremendous aid when there was a cooked muffin or bitch to section and put in the cooler. Then there was a steel cage to hold the “terrified” prospective meal. All of the girls loved to use it when playing terrified prospective meal or captor of same. The cage was nothing like the real cell for real captives, which was a nicely appointed if spartan efficiency apartment with bars instead of walls.

The latest addition was a real car trunk taken from a scrapped BMW and comfortably refurbished so the naked, terrified, etc. muffin could be kidnapped before being transferred to the cage and thence to a meat packing plant or grill. Needless to say, it was wildly popular among the girls. Basically, it gave them an entire fantasy experience from capture to eating. Of course, the latter was simply the Evil Cannibals nibbling and tonguing the captive’s pussy, but it rounded out the whole experience.

When the car trunk was installed, Sharon had made sure the lid didn’t lock and it could be easily unlatched from the inside as well as out. She had no desire to go downstairs every other day or so to release a muffin accidentally locked into the trunk.

A word here about the muffins. Several years back, Belinda had discovered there was a particular type of women whose overriding fetish was to become a cannibal feast. Needless to say, once she tapped into the group, she speedily selected ten of them to come live at the ranch. The large breasted ones were given a hormone mixture of Belinda’s devising to produce milk. The ones with smaller breasts were given another mixture to assist in bodily meat development. The end result was that both types looked wonderful nude and the meat muffins looked like they were sporting multi-thousand dollar designer grade surgically induced racks, the result of a greatly increased sheath of flesh over the normal fat and glands of their breasts. Since sexual endorphins from orgasm improved the taste of already succulent woman flesh, Belinda also made sure that a muffin enjoyed plenty of sex before her inevitable date with the kitchen. As a woman was eaten, Belinda invited another eager volunteer to become a spit muffin, so the total remained at about ten or so. Sometimes (like now) there were more, but Sharon usually put her foot down at anything more than a dozen. She felt much more than ten naked women engaged in all sorts of sexual activities gave the ranch the ambiance of a hamster cage.

Oh, and the entire population of the place was both female and nude. Belinda considered nudity comfortable, convenient if sex was in the offing, and liked to view the menu.

Right after Marie left, Belinda came bustling out to the patio, headed for Sharon with an envelope and card in her hand. Sharon loved to study Belinda, especially while she was bustling, when every luscious curve of her forty something curvy body was in motion. Belinda was somewhat over five feet tall with short blonde hair, fantastic skin tone, and presented the kind of sexually stunning picture that top dollar figure models half her age would kill to have. Sharon could get wet just watching Belinda cross a room, and she wasn’t alone in that reaction.

“Dearest,” Belinda said in her musical voice, “we’ve been invited on a cruise. Vivian has developed a new piece of kitchen equipment she wants to demonstrate and is inviting several of the top members of the Society of Lilith.”

Sharon wasn’t a member of the Society of Lilith, a very low profile power organization for women, but Belinda was a founding member. It figured. To become a member, a woman had to survive four successive Fests held on a very private Caribbean island. At each one, the candidates were lined up and four chosen to cook for the remainder of the group. The ones that survived four choosings were made full members and a very lucrative financial future secured. There were occasionally volunteers or other types that were cooked which lessened the number of candidates chosen, but Sharon didn’t like the odds. She was quite comfortable where she was, thank you.

“Who’s going?” Sharon asked.

“Well, Vivian, of course, darling, and Brooke and Lorna. We can bring along associates such as yourself, but there’s a minor problem involving testing the new equipment. Vivian says this is a BYOB cruise.”

“BYOB?”

“Bring your own bitch.”

“Oh,” Sharon replied with a nod. Problem, that. Belinda hadn’t recently captured a bitch. Belinda had her own code about eating women. She only cooked volunteers such as the muffins or captured one of the innumerable supply of absolute bitches in the world. Belinda referred to it as cleaning the gene pool and she was very, very good at the task.

Belinda put her left arm under her fabulous breasts and cradled her right elbow, tapping her chin with the invitation while she took on a thoughtful look. “I hadn’t planned on it, lover, but I suppose I’ll have to go hunting. Would you mind helping me?”

Sharon sighed, thinking of the soft comfortable women on either side of her, but was actually interested in the hunt. She always liked catching a new bitch for the dinner table. “Guess I’m up for it, Belinda,” she replied. “I’ll go find a bikini. I assume we’re going trolling on South Beach?”

Belinda nodded. “I’ll get dressed and we’ll be off, dearest.”

Sharon snorted. Dressed. If Belinda’s bikini had more material than half a handkerchief held together by dental floss, she’d be amazed. Of course, Belinda in the bikini under discussion was a pretty amazing sight. Another inducement to go. “I’ll meet you at the gate to the pathway. I suppose we’re walking down?”

Belinda nodded, and off the two went to put on their hunting outfits.

They met at the upper security gate and chatted companionably as they walked down to the larger camouflaged electronic gate at the bottom that hid the path from public attention. An onlooker might have been amazed to see two beautiful women emerging from a line of brush, but the attention of the crowd on the beach was, as always, directed somewhat at the water and far more at each other.

Sharon’s bikini looked tiny on her nearly six foot frame, exposing a great deal of nicely toned and very attractive flesh. Belinda’s on the other hand consisted of two small triangles of cloth over her nipples to make her (barely - and yes, the pun was intended) legal, along with a slightly larger triangle that hid her little touch of blonde pubic hair then continued for a while between her legs. The aforesaid triangles were held in place by what seemed rather thin cords. Sharon was definitely worth study. Belinda was jaw dropping. Oddly, both women carried small purses. Belinda was also wearing diamond tennis bracelets since she never considered herself fully dressed without the proper accessories.

The two strolled the beach together looking for prey. Belinda had a hunter’s sixth sense about identifying bitches, and she was very unobtrusively studying every woman on the beach that might fit her criteria. Sighting one pair on beach loungers, she stopped within earshot and pretended to fiddle with something in her purse. Interestingly enough, the two very attractive and sleekly curvaceous women were conversing in Russian. This wasn’t a problem for Belinda, who had learned the language during a series of adventurous expeditions years ago that weren’t exactly sanctioned by the Russian government.

Casual Russian, it needs to be said, contains a number of speech quirks that, if translated literally, would cause any right thinking redneck to “go to killin’”. The terminology the pair were applying to Belinda was deliberately far more coarse and insulting. Obviously, they didn’t believe anyone within earshot understood them and just as obviously, they regarded Belinda (and her fabulous figure) with intense jealousy.

Belinda understood every word, and was becoming quite irritated with the women. She wasn’t really planning to grab two bitches (and these were REAL bitches), but she decided something needed to be done about the pair. Accordingly, she motioned to Sharon and they settled on the sand a convenient distance from the Russians. After a few moments of ignoring more Russian insults, Belinda very ostentatiously opened her purse. Using a bit of sleight of hand, Belinda transferred her cell phone to Sharon. Then, far more obviously, she removed her diamond bracelets and apparently put them in the purse, but palming one. No sense risking both diamond bracelets.

After a few minutes more conversation, she got up with Sharon and strolled towards the water, leaving her purse behind. Of course, when she got back, the purse was missing. As were the Russian girls. Belinda had been carefully watching her targets and she had seen them get up, grab the purse, then take their chairs and leave.

Belinda wasn’t worried. Retrieving her cell phone, she dialed the number of a downtown jeweler. “Ed, this is Belinda. There will be two Russian girls in your place shortly to pick up my jewels. Would you kindly give them the usual treatment? Thank you, dear. Yes, I’ll be over next week to repay the favor.”

Sharon knew about Belinda’s sexual “repayments”. She hoped whoever Ed was, he had a good heart and plenty of stamina. “Belinda, how can you be sure the girls will go to Ed’s place?”

“Well, dearest,” Belinda said with a charmingly evil smile, “in addition to a little money and the bracelet, there was a claim check for about two hundred thousand dollars worth of other jewelry. Unless I’m really mistaken, the two won’t resist the chance to pick it up. We’ll get the car after we get back and go get them. Ed will have the pair ready for me.”

Sharon nodded and was about to go into just what constituted “the usual treatment” when another woman entered the picture. This one settled in a slightly closer spot than the previous Russian occupants, then proceeded to pick up her own cell phone and hold a loudly voiced monologue that set Sharon’s teeth on edge.

Casually glancing around, Sharon studied the speaker, a thirtyish faux blonde in a medium small bikini with a well developed figure running just a tasty bit towards plumpness. She was also proving herself another accomplished bitch. The loudly voiced conversation was already causing other nearby people to leave and showed no indication of stopping. It appeared to be a dramatic recounting of the blonde’s recent triumphs at a college reunion.

To wit: “Well, OF COURSE, I couldn’t let that frumpy Monica Alexander just sit there and act like she was even REMOTELY acceptable in regular company. She married herself off to that TOTALLY unacceptable boy from Kappa Sigma and you know they were simply the LOWEST CLASS fraternity. Nobody with any financial stature belonged to it. I made it a point to follow her into the Ladies Room and I tell you, Terri, I really put her down! Left her crying, in fact. It was such fun…” And more of the same.

This one was a champion grade bitch, Sharon decided, gritting her teeth. She REALLY wished she could get her hands on Terri also, but grabbing this one would create immense emotional satisfaction. “Belinda,” Sharon said quietly, “I know we already have the two Russian girls, but I really want this blonde. How about it?”

Belinda had also given the blonde a good study. “I quite agree, dearest,” she replied. “We’ll be doing the world a favor.

“Besides,” another quick study, “she has a better body for what I’m sure Vivian has in mind. What would you like to do?”

Sharon dipped into her own little purse and palmed a syringe, which she showed Belinda. “My usual approach, Belinda. Brute force, ignorance, and chemistry.”

Shortly, after the triumphant conclusion of the phone call and before the blonde could begin another, Belinda and Sharon stood up and began to stroll off, coincidentally passing where the aforesaid blonde happened to be located on her beach chair. As they passed the blonde, Belinda’s remaining diamond tennis bracelet “accidentally” slipped off her wrist and into the sand next to the blonde, Therese, AKA Bitsy.

Now, Bitsy knew all about diamond tennis bracelets, having cleaned out three previous husbands and doing nicely on the proceeds, thank you. For a second, she contemplated sneaking the bracelet into her own beach bag, then got a better look at Belinda. As usual, a better look at Belinda aroused a flood of sexual fantasies, and Bitsy decided she really, really wanted to get to know this fabulous blonde better, not to mention get her tongue into the blonde’s pussy. “Pardon me, madam,” she called, holding up the bracelet, “I think you dropped this.”

Grabbing her wrist in surprise, Belinda gasped, “Oh, that is mine! Thank you so much!”

Belinda immediately bustled back, every gorgeous curve jiggling or wiggling, and Bitsy’s attention was riveted. As she was drooling up at Belinda standing next to her, totally oblivious to any and everything, Sharon slipped up behind her and popped her in the neck with the injection. Immediately, things got quite hazy for Bitsy, to the point where she submissively did anything she was told.

Shortly thereafter, Bitsy was chained to the wall in the living room (this WAS Belinda’s house, after all - interesting home accessories all over the place), while Belinda took a call from Ed. Immediately she dressed - to some degree - and took Ixinza, Rosa, and Sharon, all more or less suitable for appearance in public, and departed in Belinda’s BMW.

This might be a good time to describe Rosa and Ixinza to readers unfamiliar with Belinda’s hired help. Rosa was a Mexican honey blonde, with roughly the same critical measurements as Sharon, but on a frame eight or so inches shorter. Her inevitable nickname was “Tits and Ass”. Ixinza was a mocha toned Cuban Creole with a Playboy grade figure. Both gave milk - the nicely sized equipment graced their chests - and served as general assistants around the ranch.

Everybody’s return, a short while later, was received with great curiosity by the muffins and some apprehension by Bitsy, now returned from la-la land. Belinda proceeded into the living room, followed by the others, toting two very large black nylon bags that occasionally moved. Once the expedition was back in a state of comfortable nudity Belinda announced, “Ladies, we’ve acquired a pair of rather nasty bitches in addition to our blonde friend. The one chained on the wall will be attending a cruise with Sharon and myself in a few days, but I think we’re going to have a bitch barbecue tomorrow.”

Cheers.

Bitsy, watching things and nursing a worried feeling that was steadily growing, watched in horrified fascination as the bags were unzipped, revealing two naked women, a brunette and a somewhat more plump and busty fake blonde. Both were bound tightly in a doubled up position as though they were crouching very low on their knees and forearms. Both were wearing ball gags that matched the one she herself had distending her mouth. There was obvious fell intent afoot, and the remark about having a bitch barbecue tomorrow was not only kinky, but almost panic inducing. Admittedly, she wasn’t the one under discussion, but she hoped the barbecue didn’t include her participation on the menu, especially all of these naked women milling around in front of her appeared to take the barbecue idea seriously.

Bitsy began to have very dark and even more worrying suspicions about just what was going on around this (admittedly, rather luxurious) place.

Belinda waved at the bound girls. “Ladies, let’s get this pair cleaned out, dosed, and into the basement cage.”

There was no particular fanfare and the girls weren’t unbound from their tightly crouched positions. Bitsy saw a woman from the gaggle grab the front of each of the packaged females and another lift the back end. She noted in passing that each of the bound broads had what appeared to be thick plugs in their asses and pussies.

Good guess. And the plugs were thick ones, too, courtesy of Belinda. The Russian girls had really pissed her off.

Bitsy had no idea what was going to happen to the girls, but the screams, squeals, assorted cries and loud Russian protests told her it wasn’t actually fun. In fact, both were getting a full body depilation since nobody liked hair in their food. After that, a super enema was in order for internal cleaning purposes, followed by a shower accompanied by a long soft flexible brush about three feet up each ass to finalize the cleansing. After that, the exhausted women had a large dose of drugs squirted far up their butts to both relax them and get them super horny. Belinda wanted them sexually excited and ready to fuck anything, since sexual endorphins improved the taste of a woman’s meat.

Meanwhile, Belinda had come over and begun checking Bitsy’s body with strategic squeezes, hefts and jiggles in a variety of spots. “Hm, my dear,” she said in musically thoughtful tones, “you have quite appetizing body tone. My guess is that you’ll carve easily and produce quite flavorful meat. We seem to have gotten you at your peak body development. Congratulations, love, I think you’ll make a wonderful dinner.”

This last comment did not make Bitsy’s day.

Said sunny day spiraled downward even further when Sharon strolled out of the back, a satisfied look on her face and joined Belinda. “Those two are fully prepped and down in the cage, Belinda,” Sharon purred. Then she gave Bitsy a piercing look. Followed by an evil smile of anticipation. “I can take care of this one, now.”

Belinda nodded sweetly. “Why don’t you just do that, lover,” she chimed. “Enjoy yourself, but don’t put her in the cage with the other two. I don’t trust them not to hurt her, and I want her to enjoy her cruise.”

As Sharon began to remove her chains, Bitsy wondered. Cruise? That occupied her mind while she was unshackled, then cuffed so she could walk with difficulty. Briefly, she debated trying to escape. Another look at Sharon killed that idea flat dead. Of course, the look of grim anticipation Sharon gave her wasn’t at all relaxing, but the alternative could well be worse.

After returning from the shower room with her gag back in place, arms tied across her back and a cable tie binding her thighs together so she could move no faster than she could in an ultra tight mini skirt, Bitsy began to reevaluate her decision on escaping. For one thing, she had never before had her knees nearly in her ears. For another, she had likewise never before had three feet of three inch thick hose up her ass. And that was truly a super enema. Among other indignities. She was exhausted. One thing was certain, she was nowhere near as strong as Sharon.

“Here she is, Belinda,” Sharon announced.

“Thank you, lover,” Belinda replied with a preoccupied tone to her voice as she turned Bitsy around and ran a finger under her buttocks to stroke her still damp pussy. This produced another kind of dampness, since Bitsy’s treatment had included sexual stimulation drugs. Bitsy felt the investigating finger enter her and wiggle up inside to its full length, producing a small involuntary orgasm. “She’s reacting quite well,” Belinda announced.

Then she removed her finger and spread Bitsy’s buttocks to examine her bottom hole. “Still rather tight back here,” Belinda commented as she inserted the lubricated finger up into the no longer very tight hole. The finger moved around a bit, relaxing the sphincter muscle, then was joined by a second one for good measure. This was accompanied by much squirming on Bitsy’s part. Bitsy didn’t realize it, but the squirming was very appetizing… to everyone with both sexual and woman eating appetites, i.e. the whole crowd at Belinda’s. “Quite receptive, though,” Belinda added.

Sharon reached over and grabbed one of Bitsy’s plump full buttocks. “I’ll loosen her up, Belinda,” she said. “I’ve got plans for her this afternoon and she can spend the night with me, too.”

Belinda nodded with fond indulgence and Sharon took hold of Bitsy’s arm in an unbreakable grip. “Come on, delicious,” she growled, “let’s get you back to my bedroom. You’ll look just right belly down on my bed.”

Once in the bedroom, Bitsy steeled herself to be thrown on the bed and have Sharon shove something big up her ass. That didn’t happen.

Instead, Bitsy felt strong, smooth feminine hands remove the cuffs from her wrists and the strap around her thighs. The ball gag was next, then the same hands spun her around to face Sharon’s intimidating scowl. “I won’t tie you up unless you make me,” Sharon said firmly, “but I WILL do it if I need to. We can do this easy or hard. Want to do it the easy way and have some fun?”

Bitsy nodded so hard and rapidly she felt like a bobble head doll. She was too intimidated to speak.

“Now,” Sharon continued, still in very dominant tones, “you know I intend to open up your ass, but we can do a lot of other things, too. I’ll even let you choose which one we do first. However you lie down on the bed, that’s the way we’ll start. Any questions?”

“Uh - yes,” Bitsy said in a little, uncertain voice. “That conversation on the patio… were they… are you… really planning on cooking those women? For food… I mean?”

Sharon nodded with a grim smile. “Do it all the time.”

Bitsy gulped. Her eyes got big with shock and a touch of fear. “Uh… and… uh… am I right when I got the impression you plan to do it to me?”

Sharon nodded silently. Same grim smile.

Bitsy thought for a moment about that revelation. “I suppose I ought to scream about now?”

Sharon scowled again. “No. Screaming gives me a headache.”

“Oh. Any way I can get out of it?”

Sharon shook her head. “Nope. We’re going on a little cruise in a few days. All of the guests - that’s women like us - are bringing a girl to eat - that will be you in our case. If it makes you feel better, we really don’t mistreat women and we’ll try to make the experience as pleasant as we can. Trust me, it’s very possible. We do it all the time unless we get pissed at the meat. Since there are four parties coming and each party is bringing a woman, we probably won’t be cooking all the women we bring. I’m sure we’ll choose the worst bitch or bitches to cook first. If you aren’t chosen, you get a nice cruise on a really big yacht and come back here to star in a patio cookout after getting fucked in every way you can imagine and a lot of ways you can’t.

“Get the idea?”

Bitsy nodded again, meanwhile engaging in a very uncommon activity for her. Thinking hard.

This was interrupted as she watched Sharon do something really strange. Sharon was taking out a weird device (known by one and sundry at the ranch as a plug-on). It looked like a strap-on, but there weren’t any straps. Instead, there was a large padded U shaped spring attached to the base of the long thick penis shaft with two plugs attached to the spring facing inward. Everything became obvious when Sharon slipped the spring between her thighs and inserted the plugs in her ass and pussy.

Oh, the spring held everything in place while the plugs gave the wearer some fun.

Invented by a very ingenious muffin, the plug-ons were favorite toys at Belinda’s and used when fucking a girl. Bitsy figured the woman about to be fucked by the device was her and, given Sharon’s strong hips, fucked hard. She gulped again, looking at the length of the plastic penis sticking out from Sharon. That thing looked long and thick. She wasn’t sure she could accommodate it, even in her pussy.

On the other hand, said the normally unused thinking part of her brain, she really wanted to keep her pussy between her legs instead of on a plate. The best way to do that, the thinking part said, was to get on her belly, smile over her shoulder, wiggle her plump bottom, and think muscle relaxing thoughts. Bitsy promptly resolved to be the best butt fuck - and nicest girl - she could be.

She decided a bit of preliminary action was a good way to start. Accordingly, she stepped over and began gently licking one of Sharon’s nipples while twirling the other between her fingers. She stopped the tongue action for a moment and said (meanwhile stroking soft smooth skin with the hand not occupied with Sharon’s large breast), “I’m not… ready… yet. Can we, uh, play around a little first?”

What followed made Bitsy decide she had the right approach. She even learned to her own amazement she could accommodate the big shaft - in both places. Eagerly. She’d always wondered what a woman meant when they referred to being fucked cross-eyed. Now she knew.

The next morning, things started far too early for Bitsy. She certainly wasn’t a morning person, but Sharon rousted her out and sent her on her way, saying that it was time for milking. Bitsy thought about that as she used Sharon’s mirror and supplies for a few moments to repair her make up and put up her hair. The strap around her thighs was back, but Bitsy was used to maneuvering with a tight mini skirt, so it wasn’t much of a problem. Sharon had used another cable tie around her rather large breasts, too, to “remind everyone you’re on the menu”. Bitsy wasn’t sure she liked the reason, but she did like the way the tie made her breasts stand out and give her killer cleavage. Lose some, win some.

The milking was very interesting to watch, since over half the women on the ranch gave milk, and the other half were happily engaged in milking them. In fact, Bitsy became VERY interested. Her pussy was a little damp after that exercise. She was going to need another fuck soon if this continued.

It did. The next event in the morning routine was hormone administration. To Bitsy, this seemed to consist of five naked women at a time sitting on a raised bench facing the Atlantic while Rosa and Ixinza walked behind them and inserted the long nozzle of a squeeze bulb up their asses. A squeeze, a gasp from the recipient, and it was on to the next woman.

Of course, this being Belinda’s there were five vibrating prongs sticking up from the bench seat. As each woman sat down, she automatically inserted the vibe up her pussy. The whole process looked very interesting. And stimulating.

Then everyone gathered and put on sports bras for aerobics. Given the tie around Bitsy’s thighs, she was left out of the activity. She looked around for a comfortable place to sit and watch the exercise, not to mention the flexing of nude curves and jiggling of fleshy parts.

In a sort of subconscious self-appreciation, Bitsy smoothed her hands down her soft flanks and rested them on her bare buttocks. These women all had or were about to have, if what Sharon said was correct, really nicely toned curvy figures. On the other hand, she had nothing to be ashamed about with her own nude curves. She looked at the crowd of naked women for a moment with a touch of arrogance, then the next thought completely deflated her ego. Those smoothly formed nude curves of her own attractive body were why she was under consideration as the main guest at a special barbecue of woman flesh. Hers, to be exact.

Depressing.

That’s when she looked around and discovered she wasn’t the only watcher. A short, plushly built platinum blonde with a short, tousled hairstyle was laying flat on her stomach on another lounger. She was also watching the exercise session. The woman smiled at her and patted the small strip of empty lounger next to her in an invitation to sit. Feeling the need for a little companionship, Bitsy minced over (thigh strap, remember) and sat on the lounger, bare hip pressed gently against the woman’s soft nude flesh.

“Hi, I’m Bitsy,” she said. “Who are you?”

“Dawn,” the blonde replied in a quiet voice, her attention back on the aerobics session. “My friend out there is also named Dawn, so they call me Dawn One and her Dawn Two.”

“Are you… ah…”

Dawn nodded with total unconcern. “That’s why I came here. Dawn Two was going to stay with me until I went to the kitchen. The thing was, everyone likes to stroke and pet me so much that I’ve just stayed on, being petted instead of being eaten. And Dawn has stayed as well. I have no idea how long we’ll both be here, but I don’t really care.

“This place is like that,” she concluded.

“Oh.” Bitsy thought for a moment, looking down at the plush curves and round upstanding buttock flesh next to her. Up until yesterday, her mental term for a woman like Dawn was “Fat Cow”. Now, the revelation that she herself was just meat was changing her attitude and making her a bit more charitable. In fact, it looked as though that Dawn was kind of nice to stroke.

Suiting action to thought, she started running her hand gently across Dawn, from lower back to upper thigh. it was true, she decided. Dawn was nice to pet. She squirmed slightly in appreciation for every caress, which was enjoyable to Bitsy. She finally decided petting Dawn was just like petting a friendly plump Persian cat.

They sat together in companionable silence, Bitsy gently stroking Dawn as they watched. Dawn (1) was, as usual, enjoying the petting and regarding someone else’s exercise with academic interest. Bitsy was comparing nude bodies to her own and deciding her own figure was superior. No wonder, she thought, that she was regarded as a highly desirable main course. How could anyone resist?

Her hand spent an unconscious moment patting and squeezing one of Dawn (1)’s big smooth meaty buttocks as Bitsy wondered how she herself would taste. Come to think of it, how does woman meat taste, anyway? She’d had a snack yesterday after the afternoon session with Sharon and before they went back to pursue night time activities, but that was strictly fruit and vegetables. Hmmm. Did cooked pussy taste differently from when it was live?

The answer would be forthcoming soon.

Bitsy enjoyed the next few hours. First, there was a really lush brunch buffet laid out after the girls cooled down in the pool. Bitsy had bacon and eggs, along with some very thin sliced meat on a sourdough bun. The bacon was the best she’d ever eaten, but certainly not pork. Likewise, the thinly sliced meat tasted better than the most flavorful and tender veal she’d ever eaten. By now, she was pretty sure what kind of meat she was eating, and wondered what the girl had looked like. If this was woman’s meat, Bitsy could see the attraction. Of course, she knew SHE was going to taste even better.

Before, during, and after the buffet, muffins kept coming up and having short conversations by way of introduction. Bitsy, as reflected a woman of her social status, tried to be gracious to all of them. Of course, muffin conversations generally revolved around a woman’s meat, with illustrations, and Bitsy found her breasts, nipples, hips and inner thighs frequently being squeezed and stoked by her conversational partner. Every woman also inserted a finger between her bound thighs and up to stroke her pussy, too. Another form of unique personal introduction at Belinda’s. Bitsy enjoyed returning the gesture(s) once she caught on.

There was only one problem. All of this stroking and pussy testing was really making her uncomfortably horny. It was all just enough to get her excited, but not enough to get her off.

Her state was obvious to any experienced muffin and shortly one of them did something about it. A medium sized redhead came over and put her hand companionably on Bitsy’s tasty looking butt. “You look all stoked up, honey. Why don’t you just go bend over the back of that sofa over there and I’ll take care of you.”

Bitsy was slightly aghast. “Here?! In front of everyone?!”

The brunette grinned and gave the bare ass cheek under her hand a squeeze. “Hey, this is Belinda’s.”

Shortly, after bending over the back of the sofa, Bitsy felt two feminine hands spread her buttocks and a long agile tongue start on her pussy. The result was very satisfactory. The old Bitsy would have walked off afterwards. Well, minced, what with the strap and all. But the new Bitsy, she told herself smugly, would return the favor. She did, and the brunette was very noisy and very grateful.

While Bitsy was learning her way around the ranch, Taylor was having Belinda mentor her in the next step on becoming a woman eating predator. Taylor, by way of explanation, was a blonde (another one!) in her early twenties with a dynamite figure, very good breasts, and a great ass.

While in college, she had nearly ended up on Belinda’s rotisserie. Instead, Belinda had let her go since she was neither a bitch nor a volunteer. She’d recently returned and confessed to Belinda that she was suffering from slowly burgeoning desires to cook and eat women.

Of course, Belinda was going to encourage such admirable and normal feelings. Ergo, here was Taylor, being coached step by step along the way by a true mistress of the craft, Belinda.

“All right, Taylor dear,” Belinda was saying, “I have those two Russian bitches in the basement and we need to have a bitch cookout today. I’m going to leave everything in your capable hands, with Ixinza and Rosa as your assistants. It’s all up to you. You know my methods, love, so apply them.”

A beautiful and nicely fleshed Oriental girl standing next to Taylor spoke up, “Can I help?” This was Ming, a Society of Lilith member that was staying at the ranch temporarily (read the previous story for why) and was now Taylor’s best friend.

Belinda nodded with a very affectionate air. “Of course, dear. I think it’s wonderful for two friends to enjoy good wholesome activities together.”

Stage and cast set, we now move to the main event.

Most of the girls were on the patio or in the pool, and they cocked an appreciative ear as the sounds of Russian curses, screams and other noise issued from the back of the house. Dinner was obviously being cleaned for the kitchen. Meanwhile, Rosa and Ming were oiling the bars of the big grill. When Rosa turned on the heating coils, everybody started to gather. There was going to be a show, soon.

Belinda bustled through the group, on her way to take up a position to evaluate Taylor’s efforts and advise if necessary. As she passed Bitsy standing with several of the muffins, she stopped and gave her another visual going over. She also took note of the way the cable tie around Bitsy’s breasts made them stand out. Of course, breasts weren’t the best meat, but… Belinda judiciously pinched both of Bitsy’s prominent nipples then said, “You’re looking quite delicious, love. These tidbits will make a wonderful garnish or snack. We’re quite lucky to have you for the cruise.”

Compliment or not, the thought of her nipples as a snack didn’t exactly thrill Bitsy. She was happy Belinda wasn’t tweaking her clitoris.

It wasn’t long before dinner came mincing on their toes out to the patio. The Russian girls had their hands bound behind their backs, as was normal, and there were straps around mid-thigh, as was normal, but Bitsy thought the up on the toes posture seemed to be caused by something else. They were wearing high heeled beach clogs, but their heels were up out of the clogs completely. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Taylor and Ming, both grinning had their right hands down around butt level behind the girls’ backs.

As the foursome came past Bitsy, she saw Taylor and Ming were holding the handles of plugs embedded between the thighs of the meat girls. Since it took no imagination to guess that the hidden end of the plugs was probably long and thick, and that Taylor and Ming were using them to both urge the women forward and control their movement, Bitsy could guess why they were up on their toes.

If this was how real bitches were treated, Bitsy was glad she decided to reform.

Interestingly enough, both meat women were giving short gasping moans, and their bellies were contracting occasionally, both signs of orgasm. A closer look at the juncture of the backs of the thighs surrounding the plugs showed that both women were dripping wet. Maybe bitch treatment wasn’t all bad.

Of course, Bitsy didn’t know it, but both women were loaded to the gills with a drug that stimulated the sex urge. Belinda did that to free range bitches to improve their meat a little since they wouldn’t be in captivity very long before being eaten. They wouldn’t have the time a real spit muffin would have to truly improve the taste of their meat.

Sexual endorphins did that for a woman.

Anyway, both moaning women were brought up to spitting jigs (sort of like padded saw horses) and shackled and strapped belly down the long way so that all they could do was wriggle slightly. They wriggled and moaned some more when the plugs were removed with a damp sucking sound. “These two are so poisonous,” Taylor told Belinda, “I decided I didn’t want to leave either one around longer than necessary. There’s always room in the cooler for more meat.”

Belinda nodded approval. “Quite a common sense decision, love,” she said. “That’s just what I would have done. We need to take some meat with us anyhow. Since cunt steaks should be eaten fresh, you may choose which one you’d like to have.”

Taylor happily thanked Belinda, then studied the two women on the jigs. Lying forward with their legs spread by the jig, their plump wet pussies were nicely displayed for inspection. Or other things, Taylor thought, dipping a finger into each flushed and slightly pulsing aperture in turn and sucking the juice off her finger. Bitsy felt a thrill run through her hips at the sight, and she wasn’t the only one. “I think I’ll take that one,” she said, pointing to the fake blonde. “Hers is a little more plump and very tasty.

“Now let’s get them spitted and on to cook,” Taylor continued to her assistants.

Two spitting machines were wheeled up directly behind the Russian women and the ends of the spits were carefully seated deep into their respective pussies. Bitsy wondered for a moment why the ends of the carbon poles had what looked for all the world like a long, thick plastic penis on them, but a moment’s thought gave her the answer. The penis was simply a cover over the spit point, which had to be needle sharp. Nobody wanted to pierce or tear anything until the spit was at the proper angle and depth. At the proper time, the point would move forward through the cover and up through the girl. The cover could then be removed and everybody (well, almost everybody, depending on the attitude of the girl getting spitted) would be happy.

Bitsy discovered another use for the plastic cover when the machines began to pulse the end of the poles in and out of the women. Taylor was giving them another fuck, and the effort, to judge by the reactions and sounds, was very appreciated. A few more minutes, a few more noisy orgasms, and the women were tightly clenching the plastic shafts inserted into their pussies. Taylor changed the machine settings from pulse to spit, and the women were on their way to becoming a very tasty dinner. As the spits pushed slowly and firmly through them, both women let out squeals, ranging from panicky to passionate, depending on if they were having an orgasm at the moment. As the spits passed over their voice boxes, the racket ceased. Shortly afterward, the points were out their mouths.

It was only the work of a few moments to put their hair up, then tie their ankles to the spit and hands to their sides. Their breasts were left free because they were going on a grill, not a rotisserie where the breast meat might flop around. Then, using the spits to move them, the two women were moved to a cooking table where they were oiled thoroughly, then dusted with salt, pepper, and just a piquant bit of oregano. The last touch was to insert the nozzle of what looked like a huge cake decorator between their round buttocks and pump their asses full of stuffing. Heat resistant vibrators were pushed into their asses to both hold in the stuffing and give the women more stimulation. This effort generated more squirming from the meat. The women were transferred carefully to the warm grills and laid belly down to begin to cook.

Bitsy was really excited to watch the whole process, and totally surprised at how turned on she was. Watching from the back, the carbon poles seemed to go into the two pussies forever, and the hands smoothing oil over the two nude bodies made her almost wish they were on her own tender flesh. In fact, she was both watching the two women being prepared and imagining herself in the same position, and the fantasy was driving her wild. Once they were on to cook, the sight of nude women spreading barbecue sauce on the tender bare flesh of the two cooking girls, the sound of liquid dripping and hissing in the catch pan, and the amazingly wonderful gentle aroma of cooking female flesh was enough to drive her wild. Finally, imagining herself on the grill was enough to push her over the edge to mild orgasm.

That didn’t go unnoticed. By now, she was used to feeling the occasional finger worming between her thighs to check her pussy. The one dipping beneath her buttocks and gently stroking her cunt wasn’t a big surprise. “Boy, are you ready,” said a soft female voice.

Bitsy looked over her shoulder (She didn’t want to lose that gently stroking finger.) and saw another of the spit muffins. “Oh, I am,” she replied. “This is so exciting, I never imagined anything like it.”

She took a deep breath and said something she was sure the muffin would understand. “I feel like it’s me on the grill, and I just get so turned on by the idea.”

The well built brunette stroking her smiled. “You and me both! The way Taylor spitted those two made me wonder if I wanted a solid pole when it was my time. The two part spit is great, and you get to really sound off over the heat, but I’ve started thinking about the good old-fashioned methods.”

Bitsy came up on her toes and gasped. That finger was really driving her wild. “Can we go off and finish this? I promise you’ll like my tongue.”

The smile turned into a grin. “You betcha. Everyone always gets so worked up over cooking a girl that we all want to a let off some steam. It’ll be a regular orgy out here once those two are gone, but first we always wait until heat stroke gets them. Belinda says it’s a courtesy to the women being cooked to enjoy their performances, and we all agree. Just watch for now, and I guarantee it will be even better for us when we finally get down to business.”

Bitsy nodded agreement, but she was glad the woman left her gently stroking finger between her legs as both of them turned back to watch the performances on the grill. They were worth watching, too. Even with the spits through them, both of the Russian women were squirming and convulsing. Because they were on their bellies, it was easy to see the round soft meat of their buttocks contract around the end of the vibrators each time they had an orgasm. And they were having one after another.

Bitsy didn’t think it was possible to get more excited, but she was. The finger, the cooking women, the aromas, the idea it could be here out there on the grill, all of it was really a fantastic turn-on, and she was eagerly waiting for the blow off once the two quieted down.

Later on, Bitsy decided the muffin was right. The sex was fantastic.

So was dinner, for that matter. Bitsy had watched the process from initial preparation to carving (with a few breaks for orgasms), and she told herself she ought to be shocked. But she wasn’t. She was excited and intrigued. The sliced thigh meat on her plate tasted like the finest veal, but with an indefinable something that made the flavor exquisite.

Later on in bed with the two Dawns, Bitsy still couldn’t get the day completely out of her mind. After several other sessions, she rolled on her side and presented her bottom to Dawn (2) to have at it. Even while she was enjoying the long plastic shaft pistoning up her ass, a little corner of her mind insisted on reliving the whole grill episode, occasionally putting herself in place of one of the Russian girls. Whenever that happened, everything boiled over and she came. She decided she was hooked, even though she was slated to become a meal herself. She was really hooked.

The Society of Lilith yacht was huge, with four big decks. Sharon always took a few moments to look around and again become slightly awed every time she boarded it. Since the boarding this time was via helicopter, she did her becoming awed from the third deck landing pad. Belinda took everything in stride as she got off the chopper, and Dawn (1) never let anything bother her much, but Bitsy was even more awed than Sharon. Looking at the group, Sharon mused that Belinda, accompanied by companion, pet, and meal had arrived. She wondered how many others were already here.

It turned out Vivian already was. She was waiting as the little group left the pad and entered the large observation salon. As tall as Sharon and very lushly curved, Vivian was already nude as she greeted the new arrivals. Sharon and Belinda, even Dawn, got the usual full hugs and a hug from Vivian was an event. As much an event as a hug from Belinda, actually, but in a different kind of way.

“Well,” Vivian broke off and said, “what did you bring?” She looked at Bitsy .

Sharon briskly pulled Bitsy’s smock over her head and off her nude body. Easy to do, since her arms weren’t in the smock’s sleeves, primarily due to a pair of handcuffs. She also wore the usual hobble strap around her thighs and a color coordinated ball gag. Unusual wear for a helicopter ride, but the female crew were Society contractors and quite discreet.

Vivian nodded her approval and gave Bitsy a once over while Belinda and Sharon took off their traveling clothes and Dawn removed the big T shirt that was her only garment. “This one looks quite tasty, Belinda,” Vivian finally said. “I’ll have one of the girls in the crew put her in the cage below while we have a few drinks and wait for Lorna. Brooke is here already.”

“Oh, no need for the cage, love,” Belinda said pleasantly. “Bitsy is quite docile. Let Sharon fix her hands and it will be perfectly all right to let her run free.”

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Taking the hint, Sharon took two more straps from her overnight bag. First she removed Bitsy’s cuffs. Then, while Bitsy stretched her arms out, strapped the woman’s wrists together in such a way as to give her limited use of her hands. Sharon also strapped Bitsy’s breasts together like they would be on a spit. Not exactly necessary, but something Bitsy had confessed to liking. Added to the strap around her thighs, the ensemble made her look very fetching as a prospective dinner, too. The gag stayed in place.

Bitsy was used to the various restraints by now. She thought they gave her a very sexy appearance. Bitsy was also something of a closet submissive - now coming out of said closet to explore her submissive dimension.

Vivian nodded her approval. “I like the look. I’ll have to try it sometime on one of the girls in my pantry.”

“Hmmm. What have we here?” The soprano voice belonged to Brooke. Bitsy looked around and saw a gorgeous brunette with a long fall of wavy dark hair and the toned nude body of a top level swimsuit model.

In fact, Bitsy was pretty well on the money. Before joining the Society, Brooke was exactly that - an internationally famous swimsuit model. Full membership brought Brooke her own fashion company specializing in women’s swimwear. Her designs were now internationally popular and Brooke was another Society member that was indecently wealthy. She was also a past president of the Society and well known for two of her personality traits: an occasionally dangerous volcanic temper and a serious anal thing.

Given the way Brooke was looking over Bitsy’s full curvy ass, everyone but Bitsy knew it was pretty much a given that the deliciously strapped and gagged blonde was going to be on her belly sometime soon with Brook’s hips slapping her buttocks, pumping a long plastic shaft deeply into her bottom hole.

There were the usual hugs since Brooke was an old friend of Sharon and Belinda. During the catching up conversation, one of the yacht’s crew appeared in the salon carrying a tray with glasses of white wine. As she distributed the wine, the crewwoman said, “President Vivian, President Lorna and her party have been picked up on shore. Their helicopter is about thirty minutes out.”

Bitsy was fascinated to see the crewwoman in a cute little sailor’s cap, a nautical kerchief around her neck, deck shoes, and nothing in between. If the crewwoman was surprised at Bitsy and her restraining straps, she didn’t show it. Bitsy suspected the girl had seen that sort of thing before. That led Bitsy into a fantasy of bound naked women being carried off on the huge luxury yacht to be cooked over an open fire on a deserted island, or roasted in the galley and served up for a candlelight dinner using fine china and crystal. Bitsy tended to ignore her own situation when fantasizing like that.

With the time announcement, Brooke gave Bitsy another intent speculative look and put her wine glass down. “I think I’ve got time for a little exercise with that nice piece of meat,” she commented. “Belinda, if you don’t mind, I’d like to borrow her.”

Belinda waved her hand expansively and looked at Bitsy with a smile. “Oh, feel free, dear. Bitsy understands what it’s all about.

“Bitsy, please go with Brooke like a nice girl.”

Bitsy nodded. Brooke growled in a very low voice, then reached out and pinched a nipple with thumb and forefinger. Using the nipple, Brooke towed Bitsy off towards one of the day cabins on the other side of the deck. It wasn’t long before moans, groans, squeals, etc., slightly muffled by a gag, issued from the cabin. Given distance and gag, they were unobtrusive enough to that everyone could have a nice conversation while they sipped their wine an waited for Lorna to arrive. Of course, Dawn was in her favorite position, relaxed belly down across Belinda’s lap for petting.

At about the appointed time, the sounds of an approaching helicopter brought the casual friendly conversation to a temporary halt. Almost on cue, a grinning Brooke emerged from the day cabin, running a brush through her thick wavy hair. “Bitsy will be along,” she said with a grin. “She needs a little time to recover, first.”

When the helicopter landed, four women got out and went through the greeting and undressing routine. Lorna Paten, current president of the Society and owner of the Aldyke Modeling Agency, was the leader. Lorna was simply a smaller version of Vivian as to body type, with long brown hair, and a sweet round face that hid a razor sharp mind and a complete willingness to be ruthless and underhanded when the situation required. Blonde Jess and dark haired Miki, Lorna’s assistants, had the solid rounded bodies and weathered good looks of former porn girls, which they were.

It was the fourth member of the party that drew a good deal of comment. Miki had simply used a knife an cut off the woman’s only garment, an oversized T shirt, without undoing her bonds. “My, Lorna dear, she looks quite tasty,” Belinda said.

And mean as a snake, Sharon thought, studying the face above the newly revealed curvaceous bare body. The woman, bound with the usual wrist and thigh straps, glared back at all and sundry. She had long auburn hair that framed a face that might have been pretty if it weren’t currently glaring around a ball gag. She also had one of the most nicely rounded, meaty bodies Sharon had seen lately. The woman was very plump, as plump as Rosa, but not by any means flabby. No extra creases and folds, simply plenty of smooth flesh and a lot of nice curves. This one would be a delight to carve and ought to taste wonderful, with enough marbling to her flesh to provide excellent flavor. Talk about juicy!

Vivian commented admiringly, “She’s quite a prize. How did you get her, Lorna?”

Lorna looked at the woman under discussion with a grim smile. “Her name is Elaine Charis, and I’ve had her in my sights for some time. I support a lot of charity work in the Miami area, and she’s one of those people that makes a career of being on nonprofit staff. I noticed that charities seemed to go into a financial crisis shortly after she left one and moved to another, so I arranged for her to be the assistant director of a breast cancer foundation with Miki as the secretary.

“Guess what? Money started disappearing. After we picked her up, we started running down her bank accounts and all of a sudden there are a lot of charities in Miami that are back in the black. She’d stolen better than a million dollars from half a dozen organizations.”

“Well,” Sharon commented dryly, “she’s qualified for the bitch barbecue sweepstakes.”

Lorna nodded with a grin. “I thought you girls might like her.”

Bitsy caught the exchange and was a bit miffed. Elaine really was the perfect picture of a girl you wanted to roast: tender, round, and juicy. And, Bitsy sniffed mentally, someone that was far more of a bitch than SHE used to be. Obviously Elaine was a challenge to her status as the most desirable woman on the yacht. She needed to display herself to advantage, a skill she’d used since those long gone high school days of nearly twenty years ago.

Which reminded her. She was carrying her wrist strap. During the preceding sex session, Brooke had removed her gag and wrist tie to allow a little more activity. Bitsy had enthusiastically cooperated, too. Now she had her ball gag back in place, but really needed help getting her wrists rebound. Maybe if she asked Sharon.

Bitsy really enjoyed sex while she was wearing her ties. The breast and thigh straps made her feel like she was wearing a tight ultra sexy mini dress, but everything normally covered was bare for stroking, mouthing, and penetrating. That was just so sexy! With the gag and the wrist strap in place, she just felt so helpless and vulnerable to literally anything. That was such a turn-on.

She pulled down her gag again and whispered in Sharon’s ear. Sharon rolled her eyes at the request, but sighed and bound up Bitsy’s wrists with the strap. Bitsy, it seemed, was turning into a dedicated spit muffin. Well, Sharon had plenty of experience with those and their goofy kinks and Bitsy’s was apparently bondage. Let her have it. She promised to be delicious at any rate.

With the straps back in place, Bitsy had a brief fantasy of being tied up and spitted. A vision of one of the Russian girls on the grill, a squeeze of her thighs, and a thrill ran up her spine.

Belinda looked thoughtful. “I have a suggestion, Lorna dear. I think Elaine needs a good dose of something to help her become accustomed to her new situation. Don’t you agree?”

Sharon nodded. Belinda was talking about a mixture of drugs that would really rev up the very tasty looking Elaine’s sex drive and relax her muscles at the same time. Once dosed, Elaine would be both terminally horny and unable to create much of a problem. The two girls in the cage down below were already that way. It was a standard treatment.

Bitsy was interested in what was going to happen to Elaine, even if Elaine herself was too busy glaring and mouthing offensive noises to care at the moment. Truthfully, she was feeling a growing dislike for Elaine because the woman, wonderful meat or not, was hogging her limelight. She’d cheerfully toss Elaine overboard to drown if she could, but straps and witnesses would probably inhibit that plan. Maybe the other women would do something suitably nasty to Elaine and she’d feel better.

One of the crew brought a tray with the proper drug administration equipment. Lorna looked at Brooke with a raised eyebrow and Brooke nodded to show that she wanted the job. Brooke picked up a squeeze bulb loaded with a mix of drugs, then proceeded to screw it onto the base of a nine inch long, two inch thick soft plastic penis. It looked to Bitsy as though the drugs were going to be squirted a long way up Elaine’s ass, and not very comfortably. Good.

Holding the bulb in her right hand, Brooke cupped and squeezed Elaine’s buttocks with her left. Elaine was, of course, suitably indignant but totally clueless as to what was going to happen next. She got an idea when Brooke pulled a buttock to one side and Elaine felt the oily tip of the penis nosing at her little bottom hole. She tried to clench her cheeks to keep it out. She was a tad too late.

Brooke shoved hard and jammed the lifelike shaft up Elaine’s ass with one wet schlurp. Elaine’s face was a study. Even around the ball gag, her jaw dropped and her mouth tried to form an astonished O. Her eyes shot open wide, bulged, and crossed. Apparently, Elaine was not quite prepared to have her ass packed with plastic. The loud (if somewhat muffled; gag, you know) squeal followed a few seconds later, when Elaine could get her breath.

Brooke grinned, squeezed the bulb, then kept pumping the applicator to give her writhing squealing victim, who was way up on her toes by now, a little thrill. Besides, she enjoyed the feel of Elaine’s soft not-quite-chubby buttocks against her fist on the inward stroke. The audience, especially Bitsy, also enjoyed the show.

Brooke’s smiling comment was very much to the point. “Oh, this one is just going to be so much fun to stuff, in just so many ways.”

The next day or so was wonderful for Bitsy. Here she was on this huge yacht in the middle of the beautiful Caribbean, something she could imagine as just for her. She was having the most incredible sexual time of her life, what with spending most of her time in various kinds of bondage or having sex with one or another of the other women, sometimes more than one. She was in her element, the center of attention, and she was loving it.

Add to that, Jess and Miki gave her a role play session on the open air rotisserie on the main deck. Of course, they used a two part spit since she wasn’t going to be actually cooked, but it felt the same to Bitsy once the spit’s powerful magnets were turned on to hold both ends in place. She went through powerful orgasm after orgasm as she rotated over the warm heating coils, slowly becoming delirious with the heat. Before things got dangerous, they took her down, put her on her back on a platter, and nibbled her pussy to another series of mind-blowing orgasms. It was fantastic and everybody enjoyed the show she put on. When Belinda told her the reactions of a woman actually being cooked were much stronger, Bitsy was oh so ready to become a dinner.

What a way to go!

Shortly after she recovered, Bitsy heard Belinda remark that it was getting about time to cook a bitch on the new equipment. Bitsy hadn’t seen the new cooker yet, but she was highly interested.

She also decided the time was here to eliminate her competition. She snuck down to the lower deck to see just what she could do, only to discover two things. One, all three of the bitches that were her competition were now housed in the same large barred enclosure. Not actually bad accommodations, either. The beds looked comfortable.

Which led to discovery Two. Belinda’s sexual enhancement drugs were working. Rather well, actually. Even with careful study, Bitsy couldn’t quite make out which constantly entwining arms, legs, hips, breasts, etc. belonged to who in the three girl pile up.

Well, no matter. Look around and see what she could do to keep those three out of competition. Hmm. Over there was a large jar marked Caulking Glue. The old Bitsy would have tried to find something to do away with the other three. The new Bitsy just wanted to delay things for a few days so she would be the only woman conveniently available to be cooked.

So-o-o-o-o…

Sharon had a much put upon and slightly disgusted air about her as she came back into the main salon and plopped in an overstuffed lounging chair. “Problems, dearest?” Belinda asked.

“Bitsy,” Sharon snorted. “She tried to clog the lock on the bitch cage with glue and managed to glue her hands together instead. Jess and I finally got Bitsy’s hands clean, but it was a really messy process.”

“Hm,” Belinda said. “I suppose Bitsy was trying to eliminate the competition. She does so want to be the first girl cooked on the new broiler. I wonder if she’ll try something again?”

Sharon snorted again. “I don’t think so. I hog-tied her and hung her up in the kitchen. She can stay that way until we choose the girl to cook this afternoon. Hanging by her wrists and ankles ought to keep her out of trouble until then.”

“That will work,” Belinda said with approval. “Still, the girl is so very interested in trying out the new broiler.

“She’s still a bitch, too,” Belinda said thoughtfully. “If a somewhat reformed one.”

“She’s as crazy as the rest of the spit muffins,” Sharon declared, rolling her eyes. Any woman that wanted to become a meal was nuts in her estimation. At least they kept Belinda’s attention and kept her own self off the menu, so there were compensations.

“Yes,” Belinda said even more thoughtfully, “she certainly has got the muffin mentality.”

As it must to all bitches captured for their meat, the time arrived to choose who would have the honor of being the first to test the new broiler. Elaine and the other two were brought up from below and cleaned for cooking. On entering the kitchen and lined up, gags and straps in place, the three managed to convey the point that this whole occasion wasn’t on their schedule for the day. On her hook, Bitsy contented herself to simply hang around in the background and hope she’d be included in the process of meat evaluation.

To orient the reader who was already familiar with Bitsy and Elaine, the other two were of medium height with slender but very curvy bodies. Great meat, actually. One was blonde and the other brunette. Names, in their situation, didn’t really matter.

Bitsy, to her great joy, was taken off her hook, straps applied, and lined up with the other three. Now she’d have a chance to show off her wonderfully proportioned naked self and inspire appetites for her delicious flesh. Ok, Elaine had her roundly beat in the meat department. Ok, the other two looked like fabulous swimsuit models sans swimsuits and wearing really pissed off expressions. Ok, being broiled alive and served for dinner really wasn’t on her schedule for the day, either. However, being meat was the fate she must face in recognition for her superiority over the other three cows and she was determined to face it bravely. She tried to put on a face that reflected determined bravery with undertones of “I’m really, really delicious”.

She failed, of course. Bitsy really wasn’t that good of an actress.

After the lineup, Belinda and Sharon joined Vivian, Lorna, Jess, and Miki in a good old-fashioned meat judging. Dawn, as was her practice, sat it out and assumed the role of Interested Observer.

The six nude female judges had six sets of soft feminine hands. Said hands were busy for a while, critically stroking the soft flanks of the four bound prospective dinners. Large breasts were critically juggled and the nipples squeezed, meat was tested on arms and calves, bellies stroked, the sirloin - the meat just above the hips - was given critical squeezes, the thighs also squeezed and fondled - particularly the succulent inner thigh, and, finally, all four women had their buttocks joggled and palmed for soft meat quality. That done, Bitsy was certain what was coming next and just as certain the other three had no clue.

“All of them have excellent flesh,” Vivian remarked. “We need to check the prime filet.” Elaine and her two new bondage buddies had no idea what a prime filet was, but the evil and knowing expression on Sharon’s face told them they were soon to find out and probably wouldn’t like it.

Bitsy, in her bid to become the first meal on the new broiler (and outshine her competition) bent from the hips without urging to display her succulent pussy. Her reward was the wonderful feeling of soft fingers stroking her cunt as her outer lips were checked. Then a number of fingers gently entered her in succession. She wasn’t sure how many it was before she had a minor orgasm, just that she loved the feeling. It was almost a disappointment when Sharon said, “Okay, Bitsy, straighten up.”

The other three weren’t quite as submissive. Bend they did, however, with firm assistance from several of the judges. Each woman was held in place by Sharon’s firm grip on their breasts. Sharon held each girl’s largish breasts like she was milking them, and squeezed in a milking motion while they were being examined at the other end. The procedure produced a number of involuntary small orgasms due to the woman being full of sexual enhancement drugs, as well as much comment about damp pussies. In each case, the head of the involuntary examinee wasn’t really with the program, but the other end had its own agenda.

After everyone was erect, Belinda gathered in Bitsy and took her to one side, speaking to her in gentle and quiet tones. Sharon noted that Bitsy’s expression brightened a great deal towards the end of Belinda’s monolog and she even let Belinda remove her gag and wrist strap. The strap around her breasts and the hobble on her thighs remained in place. That goofy broad seemed to just love the things, Sharon thought with exasperation, then turned her attention to the other three who were looking warily at the judges.

The three had good reason to look wary. The expressions on the judges faces said they were seriously contemplating just who was going to be cooked how. Lorna, Brooke, and Vivian were quietly talking between themselves while Belinda stood listening. Sharon also backed out of the discussion. As far as she was concerned, a steak from the ass of any of these bitches would be delicious, not to mention the fun of seeing one on the grill.

Meanwhile, Bitsy was over sitting next to Dawn, watching the show with interest. When she’d minced over, Dawn had stood and the two embraced. Now they sat companionably together, bare hip pressed gently to bare hip.

After the discussion had gone on for a while, Belinda made her first comment. “Well, ladies, do we have enough storage for all that meat?” Elaine looked stricken, while the other two glanced at her with relief, mingled with a small degree of appraisal. They were perfectly happy to see her on a carving platter if it kept them out of the kitchen - or galley, in this case - for a while. Besides, they were wondering if she tasted as good as she looked.

“Not a problem,” Lorna declared. “There are four girls in the crew, and the rest of us bring the total to eleven. Plenty for everyone for the rest of the cruise and we can all take some home after we dock.”

“Works for me,” Brooke announced.

“In that case,” Belinda continued, “I suggest the prime filets go to girls that don’t normally get one, such as Dawn. The captain can also have one since she’s truly done an excellent job. I have someone in mind for the third cunt steak.”

All three bound bitches suddenly looked stricken. THIRD cunt steak? THREE prime filets? A quick mental count by each of the prospective dinners under discussion came up with the total of three pussies among them. Not Good.

Unseen by the three, Jess and Miki quietly hung two ropes from the back galley wall. At the end of those ropes, about hip level, were large blunt anal hooks. After testing the strength of the arrangement, Jess grinned and nodded at Belinda to show all was ready.

Immediately, the two miscellaneous bitches were grabbed and hustled over to the wall, squealing and squirming. Backed up to the hooks, both girls were lifted and placed on the anal hooks with the blunt points slid deep into their bottom holes. That left them up on their toes and stiffly rigid against the wall with panicky expressions in place. They weren’t hurt in any way, simply immobilized.

Meanwhile, Elaine was also frozen in place, her eyes fixed on Sharon’s piercing stare. Elaine really, really wanted to run, fight, do anything, but the muscle relaxing drug left her feeling strangely week. Instead, she stood there submissively and felt feminine hands squeeze her hips, thighs, buttocks and pubis. Meanwhile, the owners of said hands were making a variety of complimentary remarks which could be summed up as. “My, she’s just so plump and tasty looking!” Such compliments didn’t thrill Elaine.

Elaine heard something on casters being moved up behind her. Four of the intolerable cows that were tormenting her grabbed her, lifted her in the air somewhat, then she felt something smooth and thick at the mouth of her vagina. She squealed and tried, vainly, to struggle. She was being put on one of those spits they were talking about!

Nope. Not quite. Jess had rolled a platform up behind Elaine. Sticking up from the platform was a steel pipe slightly below hip length with a plastic penis on it. The idea here was to move the pipe directly under Elaine, then drop her down on the harmless (but quite satisfactorily filling) lubricated plastic shaft which was tall enough to fill her for a good eight inches and hold her rigidly upright. Given the state of her low grade sexual excitement, she might even enjoy it.

Once Elaine realized the plastic penis wasn’t going up her any further, she actually did begin to enjoy it. Her ultra sensitive pussy was beginning to react to the long thick filling, and she discovered she could get herself off in a mild way by simply flexing her feet to pump up and down on it. She now had a hobby for the next little while.

Getting Elaine ready for the next step was a little difficult, given that the prospective dinner was bouncing up and down slightly, squirming, and moaning, but everyone managed it. They were professionals, after all. In a quick and efficient manner, Miki tied her breasts together with cooking twine so they wouldn’t flop around. Sharon and Jess put Elaine’s hair up so it would be out of the way. With a couple of strokes to Elaine’s clit to sort of keep her mind occupied, everyone moved on to the next step.

Elaine was lifted off the pole and placed belly down on a large platter on the galley’s cooking island, still squirming and moaning. Belinda spread her buttocks to check the condition of her pussy. Yep, very wet and pulsing. Quite satisfactory. Inserting a large turkey baster far up into her cunt, Belinda drenched the insides with a about a quarter pint of melted butter. Adds to the taste. Next followed a large cake decorator filled with stuffing (rice based with chopped girl meat, spices, and carefully preserved juice from several other young ladies). Twice. Two more injections from the cake decorator went up her ass. Next Elaine received a full body oiling and salt, pepper, and other seasonings. The final touch were heat resistant vibrators in her pussy and ass to hold in the stuffing and keep the meat happy. By this time, the meat was VERY happy. Also squirming, convulsing, and moaning.

Vivian walked over to what looked like a very big, extremely wide oven. Dropping the door, she pointed to the inside. “This, ladies,” she announced, “is my new woman broiler. The middle rack slides out and can be dismounted in order to attach our meat. The rack is heavy carbon and coated with pumice so it won’t conduct too much heat and make the woman uncomfortable. The coils you see on the roof and base of the broiler will cook her very evenly. As you see, the rack is actually longer than the coils, so as to keep her head out of direct heat. With this set up, she’ll enjoy the process for some time and still produce tender, evenly cooked meat.”

Belinda nodded approvingly. “Very nice, Vivian. One of those things nobody every thought up before this. I’m certainly going to want one for the ranch.”

Sharon added wryly, “Yeah, the muffins will be all over it. Perfect for role play cooking and I can see that bunch of nuts wanting to dive right into it.”

Everyone laughed at that, as much at Sharon’s attitude as the thoughts she expressed. Then the rack was taken out of the broiler and laid next to Elaine’s platter. It was only the work of a few minutes to transfer Elaine over, still belly down, then shackle her wrists to the front corners and her ankles to the back corners. Sharon lifted Elaine’s head and removed her ball gag, substituting the appropriate sized apple. “Here,” she told Elaine. “This will taste better while you’re cooking, anyhow. Never did like the taste of cooked rubber.”

Elaine was so out of it at the moment she really didn’t care what Sharon was doing. Through a thick sexual haze, she noticed (between medium grade orgasms) that two of the horrible cows that were doing such terrible things to her were rolling back a portion of the outer galley wall. For a horrible second, her attention focused on the fact that there was a woman sized rotisserie on the open deck outside the wall. Then everything in her body convulsed around a strong orgasm and she decided she didn’t care.

For a while, there was a lot of movement, scuffling, squealing and other such noises behind her, but she couldn’t lift her head to look. The vibes buried in her two holes were just too important to her at the moment. Eventually, she noticed that four of the cows were carrying a long metal pole out to the rotisserie. Tied face to face on the rotisserie spit, nude bodies pressed together and arms around each other, were her blonde and brunette companions, whats-their-names. Once the pole with the two women was hung from the rotisserie supports, one of her tormentors, the short blonde one, patted each woman on her ass after inserting a vibrator, turned on the heat coils, then turned on the rotisserie motor. They were about to roast on a spit, Elaine thought, too bad for them. At least she wasn’t in the broiler yet.

Since the two were now cooking merrily away in front of her, Elaine had to watch. She found her sexual excitement rising as the two women squirmed against each other, obviously becoming more and more sexually excited as they rotated. There was a rod, part of the spit, pushed into their pussies and holding their hips tightly pressed together. As they rotated, Elaine could see the bases of vibrators buried between plump soft flexing buttocks. Just like the one in her ass, she realized vaguely. As she watched, deep in her own sexual haze, she fell in love with the constant movement of soft flesh as the two women squirmed and convulsed, showing off their curves and making their bodies seem like erotic sculptures of tender, delicious woman meat. They were tied together tightly, but were hugging each other even more tightly, gasping and squealing around the apples in their mouths. Elaine could see the juices dripping from their cunts and smell the heavenly aroma as the two cooked. That thought, to her own woozy amazement, triggered a still larger orgasm. She wondered how she was going to smell.

Well… She was fixing to find out. The girls were just about ready to get around to her.

Sharon walked over to where Elaine was spread-eagled on the broiler rack. Testing Elaine’s soft flesh with a finger at her hips, thighs and buttocks, she remarked, “This one is really tender, guys. She ought to slice like butter and melt in your mouth.”

Wonderful, Elaine thought. Just wonderful. Exactly what she wanted to hear. Then the testing fingers squeezed her vibrator filled pussy and she suspended all thought to have another orgasm.

“Okay,” Vivian said, “the others are on; let’s get this one into the broiler. Just looking at her like that makes me hungry.”

As she felt her rack being lifted, Elaine came out of her daze enough to try to struggle, but it did no good against the cuffs holding her tightly to the grill. Instead, her squirms and muffled noises simply made her more appetizing. She was slid into the broiler and the door closed with a great deal of anticipation.

Vivian proudly continued her explanation of the broiler’s features. “The big window in the door allows all of us to see her as she cooks, ladies, and Elaine promises to put on a show. You’ll see the control buttons are a little different. There’s a computer chip in the control panel. All I have to do is push one button - like this - and the broiler does all the work. It modulates the heat and brings it up slowly enough that Elaine will never feel like she’s burning and will have all the chance she wants to enjoy cooking before heat stroke finally gets her. Takes all of the guess work out of the process.”

“I want one of those as soon as you can get one to me, Vivian dear,” Belinda said. “I’m certain that Elaine will come out very flavorful and tender and I think everyone will enjoy cooking a girl that way. I do believe you have a hit on your hands.”

Sharon commented, “It’s really great, Vivian. When we do a girl with one, though, I’m going to kind of miss watching her pole dance.”

Lorna shook her head. “I was thinking the same thing, Sharon, but look at her. She’s moving more than an oven roast will, and you can still enjoy her through that huge window.”

Looking at Elaine, whose slow motion struggles had returned to squirms, wriggles and orgasmic convulsions, Sharon nodded her head. Lorna was right, although looking at the two on the spit squirming around as they rotated, she had to admit that was still the most exciting way to cook a girl in her opinion.

Bitsy had to agree. Although the notion of broiling in the new machine was tremendously exciting, she loved the way the two on the spit were moving. Of course, that bitch Elaine was moving in a very exciting manner, too. This was her first spit roasting, and it was hugely exciting. Having Elaine in the broiler made everything so much better that she could feel her self getting so wet she was dripping. Wearing her straps made it even more so. She felt like she was wearing a tight mini skirt and yet she still had everything on display, ready for anybody who wanted to play with her.

Dawn, sitting next to her, was feeling the excitement, too. She inserted a finger into Bitsy’s lap to sort of help things along. “Let’s enjoy the show,” she murmured to Bitsy, “then we’ll work it off. Do me a favor and get rid of the straps. When we start, I want to be able to get my head between your thighs and really play with those nice breasts of yours.”

Bitsy nodded. Oh, this was just so WONDERFUL!

Elaine was feeling pretty wonderful too. The effects of the sexual drug and the vibrators were just blasting her out of her mind. Even the situation was getting to her. The heat wasn’t really bad. It felt sort of like a hot day at the beach. She felt like she was getting a minor sunburn, but she knew it was really herself cooking. She was steadily dripping girl juice into the catch pan, and the sounds and occasional sizzle of the drips combined with that wonderful aroma to drive her further into a state of complete sexual bliss. She could feel herself cooking. She could hear herself cooking. She could SMELL herself cooking. Off she went into another blast of major orgasm.

As the cooking women slowed down, Belinda said in a throaty, excited voice, “The three of them have presented quite a show. Dearest, I think we have a bit before the pair on the spit have to come down, and we certainly have some time before Elaine is fully cooked. Let’s go find a couch.”

Sharon was in total agreement with that plan. Vivian paired up with Lorna while Jess and Miki headed off together. Dawn already had her head between Bitsy’s unbound legs. Shortly, there were naked women everywhere enjoying the passion generated by Elaine and the two spit roasting bitches.

The naked woman cooking on the two part spit was Bitsy this time. It was role play, not real, but she was still putting on a show. She was squirming, squealing, and leaking girl juice in visible droplets that coated her lower hips and upper thighs. The girl just totally got off on this, Sharon decided.

The other two bitches were now nice cuts of meat in the ship’s cooler, ready to return home with the various guests. Elaine, on the other hand, was providing gourmet meals for the rest of the voyage, courtesy of Jess, who was a master femme-de-cusine chef.

Sharon was watching the show from a comfortable settee, her nude body pressed to Belinda’s fabulous bare flesh as the two of them sat, arms companionably across each other’s shoulders. Vivian and Lorna were on another couch, also enjoying Bitsy’s performance as she was tended by Jess and Miki. Sharon somewhat envied the pair the taste of Bitsy’s wet, pulsing pussy when the nearly delirious woman came off the spit. On the other hand, she reflected, thinking of Belinda’s stroking hand on her bare thigh, there was the promise of one of those enervating and totally satisfying multiorgasmic sessions with Belinda in the not too distant future. Good enough.

“I think she performs very well on the spit, lover,” Belinda commented softly, watching Bitsy with intent interest.

Sharon nodded absently, her attention also on the rotating woman. “Yeah. She’s as far gone as any muffin I’ve ever seen. I take it we’re going to take her back and put her in the herd?”

“Well, dearest,” Belinda replied, ” I told her we’d be doing a lot of role play with her for the rest of the trip. I told her we’re getting a broiler, too.”

“Speaking of the broiler,” Sharon said, “that thing certainly does a good job. Elaine came out great. I missed the sex-soaked flavor of a muffin’s meat, but she was very tender and extremely flavorful in her own right. I was a bit surprised that you gave her prime filet to Bitsy.”

“Oh, I didn’t mind letting her have it and the others agreed, dearest,” Belinda said. “After all, it’s the only one she’ll get and her pussy promises to be delicious. Bitsy has a very plump set of outer lips and her flavor is already excellent. Frankly, it was an excellent exchange.”

Belinda turned to look at Sharon with that little smile that said another of her plots was successful. “Vivian has already made the call and I’ve notified Ixinza. There will be one of the first run of the broilers installed at the ranch when we get back. I also told Ixinza I don’t want it used until we return.”

Sharon cocked an eyebrow at Belinda. “You mean…”

Belinda gave one of her tinkling laughs. “Oh, yes, dearest. Bitsy has mellowed, but she’s still a rather shallow, egotistical bitch. I really don’t want her in the herd.

“I promised her the first ride on the new broiler, lover, and she was quite happy.” Belinda looked again at Bitsy’s squirming bare curves as she slowly rotated on the spit. “Judging from this, I believe she will put on a wonderful show and be quite succulent.”

Belinda looked at Sharon again with a cheerful little smile. “Don’t you agree?”

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LOL. Thanks, Warlady!

Actually, the broiler quickly became secondary to the story. I was planning on one set of bitches, got them started, then I saw a commercial on TV that had Bitsy in it. I decided to add her, and she became so much fun I really had to keep her for the entire story. Ergo, I had to add still another delectable meal, or two, or three, on the yacht. Well, those things happen.

Leo

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Thanks, Kikker. I really appreciate hearing from fans. I also like Belinda. From what I’ve seen of other stories, there’s not much humor out there in this genre, but a lot of pain and gore. Belinda and her wacky world are an escape from all of that and still a part of our fantasy. She’s sort of a reply to the fantasy blood set.

Unfortunately, this will be the last Belinda story for a while. I’m in the middle of a RL project that’s taking up all my writing time. After it’s over, I promise everyone that enjoys Belinda she’ll be back with another off-the-wall adventure. I just can’t tell you when.

Until then,

Leo

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Thanks, t’Sade. I hope it does, too. Kind of a long term thing, so I’ll be away from Belinda for a while. On the other hand, I’ll be fresh when the next one gets written.

Leo

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Thanks for the good wishes, WL. Yes, I’ll be busy for a while, and on a schedule - so I can’t take a break to have a little fun. That’s why I write Belinda stories. They’re fun. The Lilith stories were more “serious”. I prefer the goofball stuff. What I’m working on now is “serious”, so I’ll want a change of pace in a few months when I finish. Maybe I can come up with a good Belinda plot then.

Actually, the reason I haven’t written another Lilith story is that I’ve finished with the series. The last two stories were actually done by request of a special fan, to fulfill her personal fantasy. Now that I’ve done them, I don’t really want to do more.

On the other hand, who knows?

Leo

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Please feel free to push. At least a third of my stories have come from reader’s ideas or requests. You’d probably be amazed at which ones, too.

Leo

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Feel free, and I’m serious about that.

Just remember:

1. It may not turn out like you think. (See the story about Sharon in danger.)

2. It will literally be months before I can work on a gynophagia story.

3. On the other hand, I’m not mulling over any ideas at the moment, although I DO have a couple of great characters I’d like to use one of these days. Leo