Belinda 25: Belinda and the Bitch Hunts by Leo

Belinda and the Bitch Hunts

By Leo

Normally, Belinda stories begin with one or more nude shapely women doing fun things. That scene will occur shortly. At the moment, the Reader must make do with a hundred or so nearly nude shapely women, and the Author tenders apologies. Basically, we begin on South Beach, the public area just north of the high cliff, upon which was a huge ranch style mansion overlooking a sheltered and isolated private beach. The whole made up Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy. For the Reader unfamiliar with Belinda, the Author will state that the “meat” and “dairy” parts refer to very delicious shapely women and the fact that more than half of them provide milk. Anyhow, on with the story.

Under the wide brimmed straw sun hat that hid her short blonde hair, Belinda was carefully scanning the women on the beach, looking for a particular type for a particular purpose, and planning to set up a nice hunting stand to further her search. She was hunting bitches, something she frequently felt the urge to do. Belinda only ate volunteers (her Spit Muffins, but more about them later) and certified bitches. Every bitch caught, cooked, and eaten helped clean the gene pool in her opinion.

That was why she was wearing her “hunting costume”, an assembly of none too thick string and small yellow cloth patches. (It would have been really stretching things to call it a bikini.) The costume was in excellent taste, even though Belinda was forty something. Her flawless glowing skin and fabulous figure, not to mention the everything-in-motion way she moved as she strolled the beach, would have caused a riot in any fraternity house in the world, and a more decorous clamor of feminine attention in the sororities. Her fantastic body certainly excited envy and not a little lust from the typically twenty something hardbodies that made up most of the female population on the beach. Miami, remember?

Her careful scan was rewarded when she spied two women sitting on beach chairs, also examining the various nearly nude female bodies around them with interest. Hmmm. Possibilities. Without seeming to stalk the two, Belinda casually strolled up behind them within easy listening distance, setting up her beach chair and depositing her small beach bag in motions that again seemed casual but were also nearly soundless. Then she seated herself (quietly, of course) and began listening to the two talk.

The women were also in their early forties, both faux blonde with shoulder length hair, and wearing slightly smaller than usual bikinis. This didn’t have the of effect Belinda’s body display because both were a little weathered and zaftig plump, but their big breasts and nicely full hips made up for those little problems. Belinda decided they were fairly good free range meat. Now to see if they were prey, i.e. bitches.

“I like the way the last one screamed in the pot,” one said to the other. Promising beginning.

“Oh, I love it when they make so much noise. I hope we can find another one here today,” her friend replied. Then they went on to have a long conversation, apparently about a recent meal from a coed they’d kidnapped and boiled for dinner. There was much dwelling on the poor coed’s suffering.

Belinda didn’t care for boiled meat and she certainly didn’t approve of kidnapping innocent coeds. Also, when Belinda cooked a woman, no suffering was allowed, so the topic gave her a great deal of irritation and disapproval. Mentally, she stamped the two with the Belinda Seal of Approval. Certified bitches. Prey located. Now she needed to evolve a plan to get these two where they belonged: in her kitchen, possibly with a few amusements along the way. Let’s see… She needed some bait. Sharon and one other.

Rena was settling down nicely and possessed two of the biggest globular natural breasts Belinda had ever seen on a woman. In fact, they tended to distract from the fact that Rena was also blessed with a very shapely, solid figure. Now that she was comfortable at the Ranch (and had appointed herself Sharon’s butt-fuck bunny) Rena was showing a practical streak very much like Sharon’s. She would understand the situation and participate with zest.

Belinda decided she need Sharon and Rena. She reached into her beach bag for her cell phone.

It was one of those typically beautiful Miami days, here at Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy, a wonderful establishment populated solely by nude women with really toothsome bodies. Sharon was in a typical posture for this typical day, lying nude on a lounger (really the middle one of three pulled together, the Reader will see why shortly) here on the big patio overlooking the Atlantic, next to the huge pool and loafing, nearly six feet of toned 38D-28-38 femininity with shoulder length brown hair and cantankerous disposition. Sharon was the den mother and forewoman of Belinda’s herd of ten or so constantly changing spit muffins. Her status was shown by the delicate gold chain with its little gold bell (bell silenced by demand of the wearer) that clipped her nipples together. Sharon tolerated the thing because she thought it was kind of pretty, also the short length of chain pulled her breasts together and gave her really sexy cleavage, even though she was nude. Bounced and jiggled instead of flopped, in other words. She was also Belinda’s permanent companion and the counterweight to her publicly dotty persona.

Her right hand was massaging and stoking the plush round naked butt in her lap, said gloriously round and strokable ass belonging to Dawn (1), the ranch pet. Dawn (1) lay on her belly across Sharon’s lap and bare thighs, bottom properly positioned for a little stroking, squeezing, and the odd small shake, and happily enjoying the attention in her habitually quiet placid way. Dawn (1) came to the Ranch as a prospective spit muffin, accompanied by Dawn (2) as a friend and supporter, but instead developed into the Ranch pet. Ergo, still here indefinitely. She was wonderfully soft and pleasant to caress or pet, and loved having it done. Dawn (1) was short, with platinum hair cut in a pixie style, wonderfully curvy, and very soft bodied as a result of rigorous lack of exercise.

Dawn (2), Dawn (1)’s best friend, was reclining on a lounger nearby. Dawn (2) was of medium height, long brown hair, a touch plain, but with the sort of body that would cause a total sellout of any Playboy issue featuring her as a centerfold. Dawn (2) just stayed at the Ranch and hung around since her friend wasn’t about to be cooked any time soon.

It was that comfortable part of the morning, after milking, hormones, aerobics and breakfast, but before the lunch buffet. Sharon was just relaxing and watching the muffins do spit muffin things. The muffins were women Belinda recruited - normally ranging from their late 20s to early 40s - that had the peculiar but marvelous fetish of becoming a Wonderful Meal. They accounted for the “Meat” and “Dairy” part of the Ranch’s name. About half of them, the originally big breasted ones, gave milk. The others acted as milkmaids. All were destined to realize their fantasy after six weeks or so of unbridled Lesbian sex and other shenanigans.

Belinda, a genius grade chemist with an MIT doctorate, developed two different hormone mixtures for the muffins that were anally administered daily. One mixture caused a woman to give milk while the other developed her meat in such critical areas as legs, torso, buttocks, pubis, and breasts - especially breasts. An originally small breasted muffin on the second mixture developed a body that would drive the average anyone absolutely bug-fuck with lust. Both mixtures shifted a woman’s sexual drive into sexual overdrive. That was deliberately intended by Belinda, since endorphins from orgasms gave a woman’s meat such exquisite flavor.

In the pool, a few of the muffins were playing while one of their number was on her stomach half out of the water onto the patio, her nicely presented pussy being given a great tongue treatment by another muffin. Two were sitting on the raised bench used to administer hormones, just looking at the water and occasionally squirming the bare flesh of their soft hips together. The squirming was caused by the fact the bench had five prongs sticking up from it. When sat upon with pussy engulfing same, the prongs turned into long vibrators. Since hormones were administered to a woman via squeeze bulb, using a two foot nozzle pushed completely up her ass, hormone administration frequently brought on minor orgasms and was popular with the girls. Occasionally, one or more would come and sit on the bench just to enjoy the view and the vibes.

Like those two. Sharon took careful note of their body development and decided the pair were about ready to be guests of honor at a barbecue here on the patio. Quite tasty looking, actually.

Rena strolled up with a smile, her big rack gently bouncing. Sharon enjoyed watching her giant economy sized globes bounce. She found it almost as stimulating as watching Belinda walk. The fact that Rena had a beautifully shapely ass - and wanted Sharon to plug it at every opportunity - simply added to her attraction. Not to mention the woman had truly great legs, too.

She smiled at Sharon, looked at Dawn (1), and said, “That looks like fun. Can I try it?”

Sharon nodded and was about to tell Dawn (1) to get up and move so Rena could sit and stroke Dawn’s soft butt in her own lap, when Dawn (1) looked up, grinned, and said, “Sure!”

Apparently there was some communication between Dawn (1) and Rena that Sharon missed. Probable, since they were old friends. Instead of Rena changing places with Sharon, she changed places with an affectionately smiling Dawn (1). Once Rena was in place on her belly, her huge soft boobs resting against the outside of Sharon’s nude hips and her ass properly placed, Sharon steadfastly resumed the demanding chore of stroking and squeezing the two firm upstanding buttocks in her lap.

That’s where Ixinza found them a few moments later. Ixinza, one of Belinda’s two paid employees (see older stories for the whole tale) was a mocha colored Puerto Rican Creole with a centerfold grade body. “Sharon,” she said, “Belinda just called. She’s down on the public beach hunting and found two nice bitches. She’d like you and Rena to dress up and act as bait.”

This was an old job for Sharon, and she was sure Rena would enjoy it too. Looking down at Rena’s questioning expression, she slapped the girl’s flawless butt cheek and told her, “Looks like you need to get up. We’re going to collect some free range meat. Go get two bikinis from the closet and I’ll join you . We’ll dress and head down to the public beach.”

As she stood up, Sharon told Ixinza, “Get the cage ready. Oh, and tell Cynthia she won’t be going to the kitchen for a while yet. I know she’ll set up a fuss, but promise her she can help cook these two. If I know Belinda, we won’t be needing meat for a little while once we get those two here.”

Once Sharon reached the hall closet, she found Rena wearing a bikini top but no bottom. “I need a quickie,” Rena said with a hopeful look. She handed Sharon a plug-on by it’s long thick plastic shaft, added a bottle of olive oil, then turned around and bent over. “It’ll help me concentrate,” she said over her shoulder.

A plug-on was just like a strap-on, but without unsightly and cumbersome straps. Instead, it had a padded U shaped spring, with two plugs sticking inward from the U. The wearer put the spring between her thighs so that it clamped her crotch and rose up between her buttocks. The penis shaped shaft stuck out in front (a good ways in this case). The two plugs were inserted into her bottom hole and pussy. A plug-on wearer enjoyed a fuck as much as the fuckee.

Sharon sighed with resignation, then took the plug-on and oiled her two plugs, putting more oil on the shaft. Long experience enabled her to put on the plug-on quickly and insert the plugs into her body. More recent experience told her where Rena wanted the shaft.

Rena felt Sharon’s strong hands grasp her hips, as well as the nose of the shaft nuzzling her little bottom hole. As the firm plastic gently pushed its way into her butt, she sighed with pleasure, then began to react. It was just like getting a spit up the ass! The mental image brought on a small orgasm, but when Sharon began to pump back and forth, the slowly pistoning shaft deep in her bowels brought greater sensations. She reached between her thighs to stroke her empty pussy and began groaning and wriggling, making Sharon’s two plugs wobble inside her. Both women were quickly getting more and more excited.

Sharon didn’t want to take too long, so she began really slamming Rena’s soft yielding buttocks with her hips, deeply penetrating her ass and driving her wild. When Sharon grabbed Rena’s soft breasts and squeezed hard, pumping deeply, that did it. Rena rose up nearly straight and began a ragged panting, rising to a deep moan as her body convulsed with an enormous orgasm. Sharon went off at the same time.

Both stood there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow, Rena just standing with the plug-on’s eight inch shaft a comfortable four inches up her ass, enjoying the way her plump buttocks enfolded the thick plastic. Sharon, stood there behind her, pressing her nude body against Rena’s soft flesh and gently massaging the giant sized breasts in her hands. There was an unspoken agreement between the two. Later, after the hunt, they were going to hit the bed for a marathon.

In the ranch elevator that took them down to the public beach, Sharon explained the bait’s part in the hunt. Rena understood immediately. “Hunting bitches,” she mused after Sharon was finished. Then she smiled evilly. “I’ve never done it, but it sounds like fun.”

Once through the hidden door onto the beach, both women strolled over to where they could see Belinda sitting. Better yet, they had a good view of the two plump bitches that were Belinda’s prey. Sharon sat quietly down in the sand next to Belinda, while Rena sauntered casually on, her beach towel carelessly thrown over one shoulder. Once Rena reached a clear spot just in front of the two women, she lay the towel on the sand and sat on it. After a few moments, she reached behind her back and undid the string to her bikini top. She lay down on her belly, obviously intending to get a good tan on her back because she completely removed her minimal top. Lying there, she reached back with both hands and pulled her T-back bikini bottom further up between her smooth cheeks to expose more succulent buttock flesh to the sun, then settled herself comfortably.

Rena’s marvelous - and marvelously exposed - body, wasn’t lost on Belinda’s targets. Her oversized and proudly outstanding rack wasn’t lost either. Belinda could hear the two frantically plotting in hoarse whispers. It was obvious that the women - Claudia and Rachel, by the way - were Plotting Evil Deeds. Belinda thought that was just marvelous. It was so nice when the prey took the bait without any bother.

A few moments later, one of the two - Claudia, but Belinda didn’t know her name, or care, actually - got out of her beach chair and went to sit on the sand next to Rena, striking up a low voiced conversation. After a few moments, she hurriedly waved Rachel over to join them.

Sharon smiled at that, because Rena knew her story very well. Rena, poor dear, was currently alone in a huge mansion nearby and simply looking for companionship. Preferably female companionship. Preferably female companionship that was interested in a little fun and games. Oh, and she also loved having her nipples sucked. Well, that part was true but he rest was bullshit. No matter, it was easy to see Rena had both prospective dinners hooked.

Rena sat up and replaced her bikini top, causing a moment’s regret in all four closely watching women, not to mention people on the beach that were watching. Then she headed for the not-too-distant high cliff that divided Belinda’s property from the public beach. The elevator door was set into that cliff in such a fashion as to be hard to find if a person looking didn’t know it was there. Of course, both Claudia and Rachel followed Rena closely, while Belinda and Sharon were somewhat further back. Quite a little parade, actually.

As Rena got to the door, she looked casually back over her shoulder as though to see if her two new friends were following. Actually, she was checking Belinda’s and Sharon’s positions. Hm. A bit close. Well, that was necessary, but the prey might notice. Possibly a little attention grabbing distraction was needed.

Fitting action to need as she arrived at the door, Rena turned to face her Claudia and Rachel, then said, “Let me show you girls just what I have for you.” That said, she whipped off her bikini top, revealing her gorgeous - and gorgeously oversized - rack. To cap things, she squeezed a nipple, producing a few drops of milk.

Claudia and Rachel were stunned, frozen in place for a vital moment.

That was all Sharon and Belinda needed to jump forward and grab the two women by their wrists, pinning them behind the women’s backs. Rena darted past the four and picked up Belinda’s beach bag from where it was lying on the sand, dropped during the final leap on the prey. She rummaged quickly and came up with two sets of vital equipment, i.e. ball gags and plastic ties. Claudia and Rachel were still gasping in shocked outrage, but beginning to work up to a good screaming session, so the ball gags were first, followed by ties around their wrists, then around their thighs as hobbles.

Prey secured, all five women entered the elevator and rode in silence - if muffled cries from the prey counted as silence - up to the ranch patio. Once there, Claudia and Rachel were greeted by a very ominous sight. There, amidst a bunch of lusciously naked women, was another luscious naked woman, bound, spitted, and rotating over glowing heating coils on one of the patio barbecues. It was Cynthia, squealing her head off and wriggling to beat the band.

Of course, Cynthia wasn’t actually spitted. She was on a two part spit, the front in her mouth and upper throat and the bottom (plus hidden vibrator) eight inches up her pussy. The two parts were held in position by an ultra strong magnetic field that gave the woman thereon the feeling of having a spit all the way through her body. It was perfectly safe and often used by the muffins (Rena, among them) as a form of recreational role play. Another advantage was it didn’t block the wonderful squeals a spitted woman made, hence the noise.

Ever practical, Rosa, Belinda’s other paid employee (as previously stated, check earlier stories) walked over bobbling and jiggling carrying her favorite implement, a large butcher knife. Rosa, by the way, was very short, but possessed of the breast and buttock development of a plushly built woman much taller than her. Ergo, she bobbled and jiggled a lot. The muffins called her “T&A”.

“It was t’ only way we could get her to shut up about not being cooked tomorrow,” Rosa commented as she speedily cut the bikinis off the two captives, revealing large, slightly droopy breasts and quite meaty buttocks. Looking at the two with an experienced eye, she continued in her fractured Mexican English, “T’ese two good meat for free range. We ready for t’em.”

Claudia and Rachel’s eyes, already wide with shock and horror, got positively panicky.

“Thank you, dear,” Belinda chimed sweetly as she turned her two captives over to Rosa. “You are certainly very efficient. Please take them in back and clean them up, then put them in the cage.” She thought for a moment, her extended finger under her chin in her favorite thinking posture. “We may hold them a day or so. This seems like a wonderful time to try out that new basement extension I had built.” Everyone but Claudia and Rachel (engaged in trying to scream through their gags) (plus Cynthia, who was squealing a lot) smiled at the thought.

Without further ado, Rosa and several of the muffins took the two captives off to the uniquely equipped large main bathroom for cleaning, which, among other things, included depilation cream to remove all body hair permanently and a full colonic enema that felt like a fire hose injecting gallons of water up the recipients asses. Sharon, Rena, and Belinda, hunt done, stripped and walked over to enjoy Cynthia enjoying her spit roasting, signifying her enjoyment with a lot of noise and body motion, not to mention massive orgasms.

Later that night, after a marathon session involving Sharon, a sizable plug-on, and her ass, Rena left Sharon sleeping in the bed and crept out into the darkened main room. She had something serious she needed to talk about, and there was one person she could trust to understand. She followed the low voiced, slow conversation and found two nude women, companionably wrapped up with each other on one of the sofas: Dawn (1) and Dawn (2). The Dawns enjoyed coming out here when everyone was asleep to cuddle and just talk about things.

Rena sat on a nearby chair, leaned her elbows on her knees and put her chin in her hands. “Hi, guys.”

Dawn (1): “You don’t sound too happy, Rena. Something wrong?”

Rena: “Oh, nothing’s wrong. Or yes, there is. I’m really happy here. That’s what’s wrong. Everyone always likes my tits, but this is the first place I’ve ever been where someone appreciated the rest of me. Sharon and Belinda actually like me as a person, too. I’ve never had that happen.”

Dawn (1): “I understand that, honey.” Dawn (1) was the only person that ever called Rena “honey”. The reasons are in a somewhat murky past and need not concern us.

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Rena: “Dawn, I came here because the place sounded neat and I really wanted to go out with a bang. The Ultimate Fuck, you know? But now, I like it here so much I just want to stay for a while. I’m crazy about the ranch and crazy about Sharon, and I don’t want to let it go. But I also feel like I’m going back on my word because Belinda took me in as meat. I’m okay with that. It’s what I wanted, but now I don’t know. I hate to disappoint her and everyone else and say I’m not ready.”

Dawn (1): “Rena, you aren’t going to disappoint anyone if you say you want to wait a while and just stay here in the meantime. Belinda and Sharon aren’t like that. They’ll put you on a spit if you’re ready for it. If you aren’t, they won’t do it. They won’t mind either way and they’d love to have you here until you make a final decision.”

“Because it really is a final decision,” Sharon said. She was a light sleeper and knew when Rena got up. Hearing voices, she got curious and followed soundlessly. If it was private between the Dawns and Rena, she was going to leave just as soundlessly, but things took a turn where she felt she needed to get into the conversation.

Sharon sat down next to Rena (big soft chair, real big), put an arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close, the soft bare flesh of their nude bodies pressing firmly together. “Nobody’s going to think any less of you if you need time to decide, or even want to put off your decision for damn near ever, like Dawn there,” Sharon said softly. “You can stay here as long as you want. Besides, we think a lot alike and I could use someone that’s practical minded to help me with the muffins and the ranch. Managing muffins is a strain on the forebrain. Keeping this loony bunch under control is real work.

“You liked catching those bitches today, didn’t you?” It really wasn’t a question.

Rena nodded thoughtfully. “It was fun.”

Sharon leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Well, babe,” she said, “that proves it. You can stay as long as you want and help me out. If, one of these days, your final decision is to forget becoming meat and you go off to tackle the world again, that’s just fine with Belinda and me. No hard feelings. This place is free and easy and you’re the kind of person we like in it.” Sharon kissed Rena again, this time deeply on the lips.

When they broke apart, Rena’s voice was soft and breathless. “I’m horny again.”

“Again?” Sharon’s voice almost squeaked. Rena was almost as exhausting as Belinda.

“Yep.”

As Sharon and Rena left for the bedroom, one of the Dawns said softly to the other, “Problem solved.” They went back to cuddling and soft, slow conversation.

Next morning, Rena was a little tired after a short night’s sleep, but of the opinion the night was well worth the lack of rest. Not only had she been butt-banged more times than she could remember, but the question of what she was going to do was resolved. She felt happy and relaxed.

She was even more relaxed after she was milked. Being milked was fun, but the load her big jugs could carry was a bit of a strain. She always felt a lot lighter after filling a couple of milk buckets.

Sitting down on one of the bench vibrators and enjoying a view of the ocean was also great, especially when Rosa pushed the long nozzle of a squirt bulb up her ass and filled her with her hormone dose. Small orgasm. The prongs on the bench were close enough that every girl on it pressed the velvet flesh of her nude hips into the girl(s) next to her. Fun.

It was after aerobics and a dip in the pool when Belinda gave her a surprise. Bustling up to her (Rena considered Belinda bustling another great feature of the ranch) Belinda threw her arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Sharon told me about what was bothering you, dear,” Belinda chimed in her sweet voice. “I want you to know there is absolutely no pressure for you to become dinner.”

Belinda stepped back and looked at her with a sweet smile and reached up to lightly pinch one of her nipples. As always, it made Rena shiver. Her breasts were extremely sensitive. “You earn your keep with your milk, love,” Belinda said. “It would take two girls to replace you if you were made into a number of meals.”

Belinda looked thoughtful. She was still holding Rena’s nipple, and her other hand slid down to cup one of her deliciously round smooth buttocks. “Of course, you’d make a fabulous dinner, but cooking you is simply out of the question for now. Besides, it will move the other girls up in rotation, and they’ll be so happy. Meanwhile…”

Belinda let Rena go and unwrapped a small silver chain from her right wrist. (Belinda was nude, remember. She had to carry the thing somewhere.) (And, no, not there.) It had a small silver bell in its center and clips on either end. Belinda proceeded to put the clips on Rena’s nipples, pulling her breasts together and, to Rena’s delight, giving her plenty of exciting cleavage, even though she was nude. “Here, love,” she said when finished. “You are now assistant forewoman. I will, of course, leave out the remark about you working under Sharon. That’s such a horrible pun, you know. There will be plenty for you to do today, so you’d best find Sharon and get to work.”

With another bright smile, Belinda bustled off with a slightly stunned Rena watching her go. Rena wasn’t sure if the “stunned” part was caused by Belinda’s declaration or watching that wonderfully smooth and curvy body move in all directions as she bustled away. Both, she eventually decided.

One of the muffins came over and was the first to congratulate Rena on her new status. “That chain really makes your breasts stand out, she commented after a hug. “Not that those things need it. I’ve got a hell of a rack, but you’re way above my league, girlfriend.” Other muffins followed, also making envious comments and secretly counting how Rena’s selection as staff would advance their own positions towards their ultimate goal, becoming a succulent gourmet meal.

When Rena eventually found Sharon, she was supervising the construction of some kind of device made of long metal rods. It looked a bit like the uneven parallel bars women gymnasts used, but was lower and the bars much closer. Rena had no idea what it was about.

Sharon commented to her, “Belinda told me what she was going to do, and I think it’s great. On the other hand, we’ve got to fix that bell. I could hear you coming and the noise will drive both of us crazy. Come with me.”

Inside the house, a few minutes work with needle nose pliers had the tiny clapper out of the now silent little silver bell. Rena put the clips back on her nipples, thinking Sharon was probably right. Left in its original state, the bell would chime whenever she moved. Now, chain pulling her breasts together, she just bobbled silently when she walked.

Back on the patio, Rosa had Claudia and Rachel, gagged, wrists bound behind their backs and hobbled, waiting next to the bar thing, whatever it was. The two looked a little worse for wear, since their night in the cage was spent alternately worrying and fucking like bunnies due to a sexual stimulant administered during their processing. They looked at the bar apparatus and worried some more. “We almost ready to go,” Rosa said, “soon as Ixinza gets here with t’ carrots.”

Ixinza shortly strolled up with some long thick carrots on a tray. Rena noticed that all of them had a ring cut out about two third of the way back from their tips. “OK, you two,” Sharon said in a no-nonsense voice as she walked in front of the pair and held up a carrot, “these are going up your asses. You might want to bend over and try to relax for this.”

Claudia and Rachel immediately looked more wide eyed and panicky, if that was possible, and began yelling behind their gags. Didn’t do any good. They also, not being dumb, bent over. Standing behind them Rena took note both women had some nice buttock meat. Once they bent over, Sharon handed a carrot to Rena and pushed the one still in her hand up Claudia’s ass. Rachel got the same treatment from Rena. Both remained bent over and moaning. Rena discovered the reason for the rings in the carrots when Rachel’s anus clamed down on the ring. The cut out kept the woman from expelling the carrot. Very ingenious.

More fun to follow.

The women were then lifted and placed on the uneven bars (right in the middle of the apparatus) with their knees over the lower bar and arms behind the upper one. Knees were tied to the lower bar. The effect was to have both women supported by their knees and shoulders, plump bottoms (plus carrots) hanging down far below the lower bar.

Everything was explained to Rena when the apparatus, plus women, was rolled over a barbecue pit, coals already glowing therein. The posture put Claudia and Rachel’s plump pussies, plus asses with carrots inserted, just over the heat coming up from the pit. Sharon thoughtfully removed both gags. The pair immediately sent up a howl of pleas and squeals (with the occasional orgasmic groan - they were both actually enjoying it to a degree), meanwhile wriggling, squirming, and kicking their feet. Great show. Oh, and the occasional drop of pussy juice onto the coals added wonderfully to the aroma filling the patio.

In fact, the show was good enough that every woman on the ranch, Belinda included, was standing around enjoying it. Of course, such enjoyment led to a variety of stroking soft bare female parts by a variety of soft bare females. Everyone - with the possible exception of Claudia and Rachel - was having a good time. No, scratch that. Claudia and Rachel were having a pretty good time, too, if a bit panic inducing.

“That’s a wonderful show,” Rachel said to Sharon, who was next to her and cupping and slowly squeezing one of her soft plump bare buttocks. “Is this just for fun?”

“Nope,” Sharon said. “We’ll serve the carrots at lunch, but the device has been a lot of fun ever since a muffin thought it up. They love to ride it whenever we want to toast a few carrots. You ought to see it with four or five muffins on it together. Noisy, but a great show.”

Rena silently agreed and planned to try the thing out at the next opportunity. She got even more firm in her plans when, carrots suitably toasty, the bars were wheeled back off the pit for a carrot swap. While toasted carrots were being unplugged and fresh carrots plugged, a couple of the girls hit their knees in front of Claudia and Rachel, proceeding to give both juicy pussies a good tongue lashing and drawing squeals, moans, and other noises from the owners of the pussies. Yep, Rena definitely wanted to try this one out.

Come to think of it, her own pussy was tingling. Well, she knew what to do about that but she had one thing to do first. She got on her knees in front of Sharon, grabbed her butt cheeks, and proceeded to give the woman’s tasty pussy a good tongue workout.

Sharon almost turned to putty. Rena was great with her tongue. After a noisy climax, she returned the favor, to Rena’s noisy satisfaction.

Everyone was enjoying the wriggling of Claudia and Rachel’s meaty carrot-containing asses and their plump dripping pussies, not to mention each other. The patio was getting a bit loud.

It was the next afternoon, after Rosa delivered food and wine (secretly containing more sexual stimulants) that Claudia and Rachel made a Great Discovery. Rosa had accidentally forgotten to properly close the cage lock. This little oversight was discovered after a very intense session of wild sex. Said session involved tongues, fingers, pussies, and plug-ons applied both fore and aft. Sexual stimulants, remember? Belinda wanted the pair thoroughly flavored with sexual endorphins, so she administered about five times the amount given to muffins. The two really couldn’t help themselves, but their flavor was going to be wonderful.

Anyhow, Rachel, during a break in the action, happened to notice the cage door swinging slightly open. She was immediately all business (not without a regretful look at Claudia’s plump naked body). “The door’s unlocked,” she hissed. “Now’s our chance to escape!”

“Grab what we need,” Claudia hissed back. “Let’s check this place and find a good way out.” Thus, both women grabbed what they needed. What they needed included wine (drink, of course), a plug-on (still wildly horny), and a small bottle of olive oil (lubricant). Thus, the two women left the cage, carrying the necessities for a wild private party.

First, they examined the stairs to the main house, but rejected that option. That was the way to becoming a pussy platter. Next, they found and flipped a light switch that illuminated the basement. The result immediately brought shudders, since most of the basement was a small professional grade meat packing plant. Shock and ugh.

Claudia looked at the far wall behind the meat packing plant. “There’s a door. Let’s try that.”

Gingerly avoiding touching any of the butchering lines or meat saws, both naked plump women made their wiggly way through the plant to the back wall. A very unobtrusive door, no lock, was set therein. Greatly daring, Rachel opened the door and saw a dimly lighted corridor that seemed to go on for a ways. “There isn’t any other way out,” she said. “We’ll have to try it.” Claudia nodded and followed, one eye on the path and one on Rachel’s appetizing ass.

Upstairs, everyone was enjoying the escape on closed circuit TV. Sharon commented, “This is the first time we’re using the basement extension on captured bitches. Looks like you’re going to have fun, Belinda.”

Belinda was dressed in another of her hunting costumes. Soft soled shoes, skin tight nylon bicycle pants, and a bolero vest laced under her magnificent breasts. She wore two police issue taser pistols in holsters around her tight waist. “It does look like fun, dearest,” she replied. “I do so enjoy hunting. We’ll just let those two get further into the maze before I go down. Tracking them will add a little spice.”

Belinda looked at Rena thoughtfully, examining the way she watched the TV screen. “Would you like to join me in the fun of the hunt, dear?” She asked.

Rena looked back, surprised but excited. “Oh, could I, Belinda? That would be fun!”

Sharon nodded to herself. Given the way Rena’s personality was blossoming at the ranch, she suspected the girl would like a hunt. Sharon herself didn’t find hunting a woman fun enough to warrant the effort, but she suspected Rena would. In all, Sharon decided, Rena was developing nicely.

Belinda took Rena’s wrist and pulled her from her chair. “Of course, you may, my dear,” she replied. “Come with me and we’ll get you fixed up.”

It wasn’t long after that that Rena and Belinda were down in the basement extension, actually a maze of corridors with rooms and the occasional comfy chair or couch, silently pacing after their Claudia and Rachel. Rena was still nude, declaring that she didn’t need a costume and felt more comfortable in her skin. Instead of Belinda’s tasers, she carried a long pole with a big cloth bag on the end of it, and a small pack of accessories on a belt. The two looked at each other in silent agreement, then separated, each woman to her own hunt.

Walking through the maze and examining room after empty room, Claudia and Rachel were becoming very nervous. They weren’t finding a way out, but they kept telling themselves there was a door somewhere. They just had to keep looking.

Claudia stepped inside one of the rooms they passed to check for an exit, only to have a thick cloth bag suddenly pulled over her head and down to her waist, effectively immobilizing her top half and causing her to drop the plug-on and oil bottle she was carrying. Her shocked scream caused Rachel to take off running.

Rena threw her captive face down on the floor and looked at the nude female form at her feet. Claudia was screaming and kicking her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Rena was excited. Catching her dinner was really fun! Besides, she was really going to enjoy having this woman’s thick meaty pussy on her plate, especially after capturing the plump and juicy owner.

Rena noticed the plug on and bottle of oil and a thought crossed her mind. Why not? First, she pushed a hand between Claudia’s smoothly fleshed bare thighs and ran a finger over her pussy. Wet and open. Sex hormone at work, but who cared when so much fun presented herself? After another thoughtful look at Claudia’s round flexing bottom, Rena decided this was a wonderful opportunity.

First, she took a plastic tie and bound Claudia’s meaty thighs together. Then she pulled the bag high enough to capture the screaming woman’s wrists and bound them across her back with another tie. Prey immobilized, she pulled the bag the rest of the way off. The noise increased as Claudia looked over her shoulder to see who had her, and noted that said captor was donning and oiling the plug-on.

Without anything in the way of conversation, Rena, plug-on ready, knelt straddling Claudia’s thighs. No need for foreplay, she decided, Claudia was ripe and ready. She slowly inserted the plug-on’s thick long shaft into Claudia’s dripping pussy and began to pump, each thrust getting deeper and stronger. It wasn’t long before Claudia’s outraged panicky screams turned into squeals, then gasps, then loud moans, then squeals again. She was also giving a hell of an orgasmic ride, courtesy of the plugs in Rena’s pussy and butt. The two naked women wriggled tightly together, Rena joined to Claudia by a long thick plastic shaft pumping deeply up her cunt, writhing through a series of strong - and loud - orgasms

Finally, Rena pulled back, drawing the plug-on’s shaft out of Claudia with a slurp. Claudia lay there limp, wondering hazily if the fun was over. It wasn’t.

With a grin, Rena fitted the nose of the plug-on’s shaft to the little hole between Claudia’s meaty rounded buttocks and pushed firmly. Claudia felt like a log was shoving its way up her ass. More screams.

A good ways down the maze, Rachel could hear Claudia’s screams and briefly wondered what horrors her friend was undergoing. She sped up, trying to get away.

She wasn’t going to get far. Down the next hall, Belinda was waiting, taser in hand and a smile on her lips as she listened to her prey sprint closer.

Rena was lying full length on Claudia, nude flesh pressed to nude flesh, her hips pumping the shaft deeply into the ass of the woman beneath her. She had Claudia’s breasts in her hands and her eyes closed, enjoying the way the wriggling and convulsing woman moved, not to mention the way the two plugs in her own ass and pussy moved. Another strong one coming soon.

By now, Claudia was over the shock and initial pain and was well into feeling the thrills running through her hips and centering in her pussy. She was squealing again, ramming her buttocks back against Rena’s hips and pushing the shaft deeper up her bowels. Finally, she went over the top and went into a full body convulsion, screaming wildly as the woman on top of her did the same and feeling the two soft hands holding her breasts clench tightly. All that last bit did was make the orgasm last longer.

After that, the two lay there silently for a moment, one on top of the other and the shaft still way up Claudia’s ass. It was Claudia that broke the silence. “What now?” She asked in a soft exhausted voice.

“We’ll barbecue you this afternoon,” Rena replied, her voice showing the same fatigue. “You’re the very first woman I’ve ever caught for a meal and I’m going to enjoy eating that thick pussy of yours. What you feel now is what you’re going to feel on the spit. I want to push it up your ass so your pussy can cook properly. You really have an appetizing one, you know. Those thick outer lips look delicious.”

“Thanks,” Claudia whispered dryly. “That makes me feel wonderful.”

Rena chuckled softly. “Oh, it won’t be so bad. We keep the heat low until heat stroke gets you. No pain, and a lot of excitement. The women I’ve seen cooked have massive orgasms that make the ones we’ve just shared look tame. The muffins call it the Ultimate Fuck. One to a customer.”

Claudia thought about that for a moment. Then she wondered who or what a muffin was. Then she decided she didn’t care. If becoming a roast was inevitable, at least this butt-banging babe on her back said she’d enjoy it. That was a change from the way she and Rachel did it. Somewhat of a relief, actually.

Belinda chose that moment to patter softly past the open door into the room where Rena and Claudia were comfortably relaxing. Taking in the positions of the two women, Belinda smiled. She was a genius, but it didn’t take one to recognize what was happening. “It’s so nice to see you two having a good time, girls,” she chimed. “Please don’t let me stop you. I’ve just caught the other bitch and I’m going to get a couple of the muffins to carry her back upstairs. You have quite a bit of time yet to enjoy what you’re doing, so feel free to continue.”

Rena smiled. “Thanks, Belinda. I’ll have her upstairs eventually.”

Claudia looked darkly at Belinda. Her pussy was a little sore, her ass was totally full, and she was hoarse form all the screaming and squealing. Not to mention she was going to be meat on a stick in a few hours. On the other hand, she’d been fucked to a fair-thee-well. Things balanced out. Besides, Rena was massaging her breasts again and she was beginning to feel like another go. “It’s too bad you’ve got that thing up my ass, ” Claudia commented softly. “I’d really like another fuck in my pussy to go with my butt banging.”

“No reason we can’t,” Rena replied, gently pumping the shaft up, far up, Claudia’s round ass.

“But that’s not sanitary!” Claudia said in surprise. “I’ll get an infection!”

“Like it’s going to matter?” Rena said with a grin. “You’re going to be cooking for our dinner in a few hours.”

Claudia thought for a few moments. “Hm,” she replied, “you’re right. I guess there’s no problem, and I really want that pussy fuck.”

She pressed her butt, plastic penis still far up it, against Rena, then waggled slowly back and forth, grinding her soft buttocks against Rena’s bare hips. “I’m going to need a really open ass for that spit,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “Let’s do this some more, then get my pussy as well. I want to be fucked flat before you guys cook me.”

In reply, Rena began pumping Claudia’s ass more energetically. The movements of shaft and plugs started both women moaning again.

Belinda bustled on her way, smiling happily as she listened to the two. She loved it when the girls had fun. Besides, well fucked meat was so much more tasty.

By early afternoon, Claudia and Rachel had undergone their final cleaning and were standing on the patio watching matching barbecue pits warm up. Well, standing with some assistance, anyhow. Both were bound to upright stakes set in the concrete to hold bitches prior to cooking.

That wasn’t what kept them so upright however. The stakes had thick rods sticking out at hip level, thoughtfully intended to be shoved up their asses. Said rods were about eight inches into their asses. Both women had been pushed so far onto their respective rods, their buttocks stuck out on either side of the stakes.

Prior to the women being staked out, Rosa had given them another heavy dose of sexual hormones and both pussies were glistening from dripping girl juice. No self respecting muffin could ignore a juicy pussy, so Claudia and Rachel frequently had one female head or another at their plump pubis, tongue happily licking up the juices and incidentally producing an orgasm for the pussy’s owner. Claudia thought this was a very nice touch, but Rachel was still heavily involved in protests and screaming when she wasn’t moaning in sexual heat. Ergo, Rachel was gagged and Claudia wasn’t.

Rachel wasn’t very sure if orgasms were appropriate in this situation, but she couldn’t help herself. Claudia was just going with the flow.

As Ixinza supervised several of the girls setting up a preparation table and laying out various spices as well as a big bowl of skinned sweet potatoes for stuffing, Belinda bustled over to Claudia and Rachel and gave them a cheerful sweet smile. “Ladies,” she chimed, “we normally give our meat the choice of where we’ll put the spit, but the two of you have such marvelously thick and juicy pussies I have to agree with Rena. We’ll spit both of you up the ass and stuff your pussies. Roasted over an open heat, your pussies will truly be a mouthwatering gourmet delight. The rest of your meat looks very delicious and tender, too. The two of you should be quite proud.”

More muffled noise from Rachel.

For her part, Claudia wasn’t feeling particularly proud either, but she figured one hole was as good as another if she was about to get a spit in her. “So when do we start the process?” she asked.

“Oh, in just a minute or two, love,” Belinda replied. “We have to get things ready, you know.”

She reached over and gently squeezed Rachel’s plump pubic mound, getting the usual scream in reply. Then she squeezed the woman’s sirloin, the part above the hip, following with additional test squeezes of inner thigh and buttock. “Hm,” she mused aloud, “I believe I’ll have an inner thigh stake from you as well as your prime filet.”

Both Claudia and Rachel knew what a prime filet was. The knowledge didn’t do anything to induce overwhelming joy. “What about me?” Claudia asked.

Belinda turned a brilliant smile at her. “Oh, love, Rena will get your prime filet since she captured you. She says she’s already very familiar with your meat, so she’s going to have a buttock steak. In fact, you’re going to be the meal for most of us today.”

She turned to Rachel. “Dear, I’ll have some of your delicious juicy meat, but I’m afraid the rest of you will go in the cooler for future meals. Don’t be despondent about that. Ixinza is quite the chef and she wants to try out some really special recipes featuring your special cuts.”

Rachel would have screamed in panic again, except that a muffin had just started giving her heavily leaking pussy a nice tongue bath. Weak moan instead of a scream.

Claudia shrugged. “Whatever. I hope I’m delicious.”

Belinda’s smile got even more brilliant. “I’m sure you will be, dear. I’m so glad you have the right attitude about this. It makes things so much more fun, for the dinner as well as the diners.”

“I’m thrilled,” Claudia said with enough irony to do credit to Sharon.

Belinda patted Claudia’s cheek with gentle affection. “Don’t worry, love, you’ll enjoy the process. After all, we don’t want to hurt you, simply put you on a spit and cook you for our dinner.”

As Belinda bustled off, Claudia tried to wrap her head around the conversation. Somehow, that last statement made sense… and that worried her more than being barbecued.

It wasn’t long before Claudia and Rachel found themselves on their backs, feet and hands in the air, with wrists and ankles tied together. The posture spread their thighs and presented their pussies and bottom holes for such things as the cooks might want to do. In both cases, it was to insert sweet potatoes up their cunts for stuffing. Both women found themselves having small orgasms as each potato was inserted and pushed deeper.

Ixinza was stuffing Rachel, but Claudia found herself looking up at Rena’s huge chest melons as the woman stuffed her. Rena was leaning over her head each time she inserted a potato, so Claudia did the natural thing, leaning her head up and mouthing one of the succulent nipples bobbing just over her.

Rena smiled happily as the tender mouth worked on her sensitive nipple with lots of lip and tongue movement. Claudia was still sucking as she finished stuffing, so Rena stayed where she was and used a finger on Claudia’s clit to sort of add to things. In a few moments she was rewarded by the meat’s full body convulsion and a loud moan around her nipple.

Stuffing finished and a heat resistant vibrator inserted into their pussies to hold things in plus add to the fun, both women had their heads pushed back and the front half of a two part spit inserted into their mouths, with the other half going up their relaxed asses. Their arms were tied to their sides and their legs to the bottom half of the spit, then the vibrators in their pussies were turned on, followed by the ones on the spit tips in their butts. The magnetic fields in the spits were also activated, holding the spitted women rigid. Since the front part of the spits didn’t block their vocal cords, moans and other noises followed. The vibrators weren’t the only things turned on.

The two spits with their wonderfully squirming meat were taken and gently put on the racks over the two heated barbecue pits. The heat from the electric coils was hot enough to induce delirium and heat stroke but not be painful. As Rosa basted Rachel with seasoned olive oil and Rena did the same for Claudia, everyone, including Claudia and Rachel, could begin to smell the two women cooking.

By now, Claudia didn’t care. Her world was heat and sensation, the feel of the oily brush as it caressed her nude body, the tingle of the heat, and the smell of her meat cooking. Every time the brush caressed one of her sensitive parts such as her breasts and buttocks or inner thighs, not to mention her excited pussy, she convulsed in an orgasm. Sometimes, just being on the spit over the heated coils and the knowledge she was cooking did the trick, producing a massive, full body clenching pop-off. Claudia found herself squealing through a series of ever greater orgasms, her mind whirling in an all consuming universe of indescribable color and sexual sensation.

To Rena, Claudia’s flexing and convulsing body, gleaming as the oil on it reflected the bright color of the heating coils, was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen. Knowing that she’d captured the woman and she was about to get the bounty from the hunt made things even more exciting. As she smelled Claudia cooking and listened to her squeal, she resolved to do this again whenever Belinda gave her the chance.

Sharon also loved watching a woman cook on a spit. They were so lovely that way. Frequently, she glanced away from the entrancing sight of the two spitted cooking women to examine Rena’s nude body as she tended Claudia, basting every part of the roasting woman’s naked gleaming curves. Rena, Sharon was sure, was going to become a hunter in Belinda’s mold. More power to her. There were definite compensations, she thought as she studied Rena’s beautiful ass, wriggling as she moved around to baste the meat. One of those compensations was coming as soon as Claudia was gone.

It was traditional at Belinda’s to respectfully watch a woman’s pole dance until she was finally quiet. Once they were gone, it was the time for fantastic, literally no holes barred, sex. Rena was certainly going to be ready by then, Sharon decided.

Once the two women on their spits had stopped moving, Rena put down her basting brush, turned up the barbecue heat, and ran to grab a pool lounger. She dragged it up to Sharon’s feet and flopped on it, belly down, facing the barbecue pits so she could see Rachel and Claudia continue to cook. “Get a plug-on, girlfriend,” Rena gasped to Sharon. She waggled her round shapely buttocks. “I really need it.”

Sharon grinned. She already had a plug-on oiled and ready to use.

Rena felt Sharon’s legs on either side of her bare thighs as she was straddled. She could feel the oily shaft push between her plump buttocks and deep into her bottom hole. Still, Rena kept her eyes open and fastened on Claudia’s slowly rotating body as the shaft pushed further inside her until it was fully inserted. Even while the shaft began to pump in and out, Rena kept her eyes open. She wanted to watch Claudia cook. When her first major orgasm hit her, she made it stronger by imagining Claudia’s thick succulent pussy on her plate.

She was sure it was going to be delicious.

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Thanks, guys. Your comments are appreciated. There will be more, but right now Luis Cypher gave me a great idea that’s becoming a four part story with a slightly different cast of characters. Same nuttiness, though.

Leo

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It’ll show up in a while. I’m half way through the first part of the story as we speak.

HINT: One character sees the story unfold in complete ignorance of what the others are up to. She sees it and feels it in her… uh… gut. ::) Leo