Lilith 01: The Lilith Beach Fest by Leo

Lillith Beach Fest By Leo

“They call it the Lillith Fest, but it’s really not, you know,” Brooke commented as the two of them walked towards the beach from the luxury house still visible behind them. “It’s really the Lillith Quarterly Beach Festival.”

Lorna, her companion, replied, “That seems a mouth full. I can certainly understand how it got shortened.” Lorna, like Brooke, was nude, lacking even jewelry. The sole difference in their appearance, with the exception of hair and body type, was the fact that Lorna’s pubic area was totally shaved. The lack of hair didn’t bother her. She was used to removing almost all of it for photo shoots, part of being a figure model. The fact that she was about to become a candidate member of the Society of Lillith did excite her, though. Even the requirement that she undergo a complete enema as well as fast for total purification didn’t even bother her. Everyone that counted knew of the Society of Lillith, an underground power organization solely for women. The rumor was membership just about guaranteed career success and everything that went with it.

She shot a quick glance at Brooke as the woman walked next to her. About five eight or so, but with a true swimsuit model’s hard body, she had full breasts with a nice bounce to them, a perfect bottom and legs that seemed to go on forever. Lorna was envious, especially since her own much shorter form stopped just short of zaftig plump, even if she did have a reasonably flat belly. Her own full breasts tended to waggle and her buttocks jiggle as she walked, but she wasn’t really over fleshed anywhere, just very meaty. It still amazed her that she was able to attract the attention of a famous TV personality like Brooke, much less become her lover for the last few weeks. That affair had led to her invitation to the Lillith Fest on a private Caribbean island. Lorna didn’t really know what was entailed, only that they were going to an all girl beach cookout where no clothing was allowed. Presumably, sex was going to enter into the picture, and that also excited Lorna.

As they came around a grove of trees, Lorna stopped short and gazed eagerly at the scene in front of her. There were naked women everywhere, about forty she guessed, walking, talking, or enjoying the beach. Many of the women were athletically well built, like Brooke, but a smaller number had her own full bodied look. Great! At least she wouldn’t be the only cushiony type at the party!

Brooke paused for a moment to examine the woman she’d brought with her. Getting Lorna to the Fest was almost too easy, she thought, then smiled. Those plump smooth buttocks and full thighs were worth the effort. There was a lot of good meat on the girl, probably very well marbled with tasty fat. If Brooke decided to roast her, she was going to make a fine meal. Those buttocks looked like they would slice like butter, and she already knew Lorna’s pussy was exquisitely tasty, with plump outer lips and a nice portion of tender flesh surrounding it.

Giving the girl’s ass a closer examination, she reminded herself she hadn’t tried out her strap-on in it yet. Given that Lorna was a hell of a good ride, noisy and lively with anything approaching normal sex and the fact that most girls got a whole lot more active once they got used to taking it in the bottom, the prospective experience promised to be memorable. Be a pity to have those beautiful meaty buttocks on her plate before they were wrapped around her favorite rubber shaft. Brooke could just imagine slapping those plump cheeks with her hips.

She was certainly going to have to do it before Lorna was roasted, if chosen. Since Brooke, herself, chose the girls to be cooked for the Fest, there was a very high probability Lorna was going on a cooking spit in a few hours. On the other hand, any girl at the Fest with the exception of the Exempts was liable for roasting, so best wait and judge what was available. Meanwhile, Lorna was standing there excited, clearly unable to decide what to do next.

Brooke reached over and gave Lorna’s full butt a little swat, letting her hand rest on the plump cheek for a few seconds, hefting it to judge meat quality. “Come on, Lorna,” she said, “planning to stand there all day?”

Lorna grinned at her. “Oh, this is exciting! Where do we go? What do we do first?”

Brooke smiled back calmly. “Well, first thing is to find ourselves a place on the beach, then I’ll introduce you around.”

As they walked down the beach, Lorna caught sight of a group of large barbecue sites, with oversize spits resting between motorized stands. The sites showed evidence of frequent use. In fact, one was already going. Several of the women were busily emptying bags of charcoal into the others. Something was going to be cooked for the festival. Looking around further at the cook tables near the pits and other strange frameworks scattered here and there, Lorna asked curiously, “What are they going to cook? Those things look big enough to roast an ox, but I don’t see any meat here.”

Spreading a large beach blanket on the sand and motioning Lorna down next to her, Brooke sat, tenderly holding Lorna’s wrist as the girl sat down. “We don’t roast oxen for the Fest, Lorna. What we cook is ever so much better, and tastes great, too.”

Lorna looked at her in puzzlement. “What?”

Brooke swept her free hand to encompass the whole large group of women. “Four of those. Volunteers, if someone wants to do it, otherwise I choose the girls. It’s all part of the Beach Festival..”

Shock swept through Lorna. “You COOK women?! And EAT them?!”

Brooke nodded with another of her calm smiles, and it suddenly dawned on Lorna why Brooke was holding her wrist. She couldn’t move as she looked into the other woman’s eyes. It was like staring into the eyes of a hungry predator only feet away. She was frozen with shock at what her brain was telling her. It happened and it was even legal, now. She knew it intellectually, but this was her first time as a direct participant. Another awful suspicion blossomed. Was that why she… “You’re going to eat me! Aren’t you? That’s why you brought me!”

Brooke shrugged. “Maybe. Oh, I brought you because you look, and taste, I might add, delicious, but cooking you isn’t a sure thing. Only four girls out of the group get cooked and there are already two volunteers, so you have a good chance of missing out on the experience unless you decide to volunteer.

“It’s part of belonging to the Society of Lillith,” she explained, relaxing as Lorna started listening. “Everyone in the Society, with the exception of those that have attended enough times to be exempt, takes that chance at every Festival. It’s part of belonging. You might get chosen. You might not. It’s the chance you take, we all take, for success and fortune.”

Lorna’s brain got over its shock as she stared at her lover, a lover that was now horrifyingly transformed into something that wanted to feast on her body. Wait a minute. They cooked four girls and there were already two volunteers. Volunteers? To be roasted? That was a hell of a thing to volunteer for. There had to be more to this than just butchering and eating. Still, there were only two slots left to be filled and nearly forty women to fill them. The odds were a little better.

Then another horrid thought crossed her mind. She looked down at her curvy naked body, then around at the other full figured women that were mixed into the group. “I bet you don’t choose the skinny ones,” she said bitterly. “Who does the choosing? Is that why there are other girls built like me here?”

Brooke relaxed her grasp on Lorna’s wrist. She wasn’t going to run now. “I do the choosing. I’m the president. But, to answer your first question, I occasionally choose a girl with less meat than you, if she’s of good quality. A few of the full bodied ones out there are exempt, because they’ve been through the process four times and someone else was chosen, for luck or some other reason. If a girl has her pussy hair, she’s exempt from the spit.”

“Why would anyone volunteer?”

Brooke looked around for someone. Then, seeing who she wanted, she started to get up. “We’re going to be preparing our first volunteer in a few minutes, for cutlets, stuffing and snacks. I think you should meet her. Come on with me.”

Still tense, but curiosity beginning to overcome her horror, Lorna got up and followed Brooke towards a pair of girls that were standing near one of the tables by the active cooking pit. As she walked, she noticed another full bodied girl with long black hair standing with several other girls nearby. It took her a second for her brain to get in gear, then she realized she was looking at Marie al-Salah, another model she’d worked with on a girl-girl shoot several months ago. Marie also looked uncomfortable, and the reason was obvious. An athletically muscled, slightly stocky brunette was running her hands over Marie’s body, accompanying her liberties with a running commentary. From the look on the aggressor’s face, she was being nasty about what she said. Whatever it was, Marie was showing signs of real fear.

“Hi, I’m Karen.”

It took a moment, and a glance at the outstretched hand, to realize one of the women in the group by the pit was greeting her. Karen was slender with long auburn hair, gracefully long necked, and had a classically beautiful face. She also had a magnificent set of breasts and a proud, superbly curved bottom. Another look told Lorna the breasts were too magnificent. At least her own were home grown, not surgical. Oddly, the catty little thought made her relax. “Hi, Karen. I’m Lorna.”

As they shook hands, Brooke commented, “Lorna wanted to meet a volunteer for roasting. I saw them getting ready to prepare you, Karen, so I brought her over.”

Lorna was shocked again. “Karen? You? W…w…why?!”

Karen’s smile was gently melancholy. “Oh, I’ve been to the edge here so many times. Even though I’m exempt, it just seemed the right time to go over it.”

“Been to the edge?”

Karen examined Lorna’s naked body critically. “You look delicious, by the way. You’d better get used to girls telling you that. It’s really a complement here at a Fest.

“I imagine someone, Brooke probably, will show you what I mean if you aren’t chosen for real roasting, but the answer’s simple. We can use a two part spit and just cook you enough over the coals that you get the full feeling of being cooked, but you come off sweaty, a little delirious, and with the juiciest pussy anyone’s ever tasted. The cook gets to munch on you, and I’ve never had orgasms like that! After so many test rides plus the rush each time I survived the choosing, I decided to do it for real. Watching a girl rotate on a spit is one of the most intensely sexual sights you can imagine, and I wanted to be the centerpiece for everyone’s fantasies.”

Catching Lorna’s shocked expression, she put a tender hand on her arm. “Hey, it’s not that bad. We’ve all got to go, sometime, and I’m going at the top of my game. I get to choose how, when and where, and when the heat finally gets me, I’ll be so out of my head with delirium and really massive orgasms that I won’t really care. Believe me, I know what I’m doing. Please, do me a favor and watch. You may not think so, but you’ll really enjoy it.”

Lorna looked uncertainly at her, then at Brooke, who was showing nothing but relaxed calm. “Well, I guess…”

At that moment, the mood was shattered by a scream. It was Marie. “You’re going to EAT ME!” She screamed again, and began to run. Before she was able to take more than a few steps, four or five women swarmed over her and wrestled her to the ground. Another girl brought a armload of items that turned out to be two sets of leather cuffs and a ball gag. Lorna watched tensely as they forced the ball gag into the still screaming woman’s mouth, then cuffed her ankles and wrists.

“DAMN!” The voice was Brooke’s and she sounded enraged. “That was uncalled for. Now we’ll have to cook her, regardless of whoever else gets chosen. We can’t let her go, now. She’ll never be able to get into the group, and I can’t let her run loose to spread panicky tales. Who got her so worked up?”

A tall, vaguely central European beauty standing next to Karen answered, “It was Jennifer. I was watching, and she teased the poor girl so much she pushed her right off the edge.”

“And onto a cooking spit,” Brooke continued grimly. “That isn’t the way we do things. Jennifer’s new, but I’m beginning to think her invitation was a mistake. Nobody here has the right to torment anyone, especially a candidate like she is.”

Looking at the sadistic smile Jennifer was directing at Marie, Lorna had to silently support Brooke’s attitude. She was still scared of what might happen, but at least nobody was trying to be cruel about cooking her. “I’m going to remember that young lady,” Brooke said grimly, her set face adding menace to the promise.

They all continued to watch as Marie was picked up and carried over to a tall stool with a long greased wooden prong sticking out of the seat. Carefully, she was sat down on the stool with the wooden prong sliding up her pussy until it was fully inserted. After the wriggling, squealing girl was impaled, another woman leaned under the stool and inserted another lubricated wooden prong upward so that it was inserted through the seat and all the way into her ass. As that happened, Marie’s face showed a shocked, wild-eyed expression and the volume on the squeals increased. Lorna saw that Marie’s double impalement completely locked her in place, unable to move off her seat. Then she realized that, despite the wrestling match, nobody hurt or mistreated the terrified girl. They were just holding her in place until…

Lorna looked Brooke square in the eye. “She’s going to be number three, isn’t she?”

Brooke nodded. “That’s NOT how we do things, but she’s seen too much. If I just let her go, there’ll be no end of trouble as a result. She looks good, and I might have chosen her anyway, but I DON’T like having my hand forced like that. I would much rather everyone understand what is happening before I make a choice.”

Lorna looked back at Marie, surrounded by a curious crowd of women, and said quietly, “Once we’re here, there’s no getting out. You either get cooked or you eat someone and come back to take your chances again.”

Brooke, still glaring at Jennifer, replied calmly, “Basically, you’re right. The Society helps its own, and has a good track record of success. Move around and meet some of the women here, and you’ll see what I mean. We’ve made millionaires out of many of our long term members. The possibility of riding one of those spits is the chance you take for that success.”

Lorna looked at Brooke and thought hard. There were two choices: Fight the program and end up like Marie or go with the flow and take her chances. Best to become a convert. If things worked in her favor, and, after all, there was only one barbecue pit left unreserved, she stood to gain a hell of a lot. Musing at the way Brooke was still glaring at Jennifer, Lorna decided there was nothing wrong with helping her odds a little. How to do it?

“I think Jennifer and I need to have a talk,” Brooke snarled. She marched up to the other woman and, grabbing her arm, pulled her away from the crowd around Marie. Then she proceeded to get in her face. After a second, it was obvious that Brooke was doing all the talking and Jennifer had no desire to interrupt.

Karen, observing the scene, commented, “Well, I think that’s about to be settled. I’m sorry that happened with Marie. It sort of spoils the mood, but I think it’s about time to get back on track. Do you want to help season me?”

Lorna was slightly taken aback by the offer, then remembered her resolution to become part of the group. “Well… Yes, I’ll be glad to. What do it do?”

Just then, another woman joined the group. She was in her early thirties, long brown hair, heart-shaped face and a nicely rounded figure. Lorna took note that the girl still had her pubic hair. Long term member and a survivor. A second glance brought a surprise. She was the star of that old TV series! Only been on two or three things since, but still high on the B list. “Hi, Carol,” Karen greeted her. “I’m ready. Adrienne and Lorna, here, are going to help.”

Carol smiled brilliantly at Lorna. “Hi. Welcome to your first Beach Fest. I’m Carol.”

Lorna nodded. “What do I do to help?”

“I’ll be glad to tell you what we’re doing while we do it. I’m the Society’s cook, by the way. Let’s get Karen seasoned, then I’ll let you help me get her spitted.

“What we’re going to do first,” Carol explained, “is thoroughly cover Karen with olive oil, seasoned with spices. We have to totally cover her body to keep her from singeing anywhere, and the spices cook into the flesh. Once she’s oiled, we can put the spit in her. Where do you want it, honey?” The last was to Karen.

“Oh,” Karen smiled, “I think I want it in my pussy. I’ve always liked that when I rode the two part spits and it ought to be the ultimate fuck. I’ll be able to stretch out straight, so it will do a good job cooking my bottom, too.”

Lorna was amazed at Karen’s relaxed attitude toward being cooked, but kept the thought quietly to herself. Hm, wonder if she could ask a question she was getting curious about, after all she was a new convert and Karen seemed matter-of-fact about the whole prospect of roasting… “You guys are talking about where to put the spit. Other than where you like it, what’s the difference? What’s the best meat on a girl, anyhow?”

Karen answered the first question. “Putting a spit in your pussy tends to allow you to get a more even roasting, because you have to flex a little if the shaft is up your bottom. Also, when you have the spit up your ass, it throws your pussy forward so it cooks more readily than it would clasped around the spit. A lot of girls like to ride a two part spit with it up their asses during role play roasting, because it’s easier to baste your pussy while you’re cooking and that’s a fantastic feeling, but I want to stretch out for the real thing.”

Carol answered her second question. “Most of the good meat on a woman is from the waist down. A girl’s upper body usually isn’t very muscular, so there’s not much meat compared to, say, the hips.”

Carol walked over and began running her hands over Karen’s naked body to illustrate her points. She gave a squeeze to Karen’s prominent breasts. “Breasts aren’t very meaty, mostly fat and glands, but very rich if prepared right. We’ll take the silicone gel pacs out of Karen’s breasts after she comes off the spit, then use the rest to add flavor to the stuffing I’ll prepare for the other three girls. Right here above the hips is a good cut, very tender. Her belly is very muscular, good meat, but it’s best used for bacon or prepared like corned beef. We’d normally slice her hips and buttocks into steaks along with the thighs, but I’ll be making sliced cuts for the lunch buffet instead. We call the pussy the prime filet, and it is.”

Adrienne broke in, “I’ve got dibs on that.” Karen grinned at her friend.

Carol squeezed one of Karen’s inner thighs, just below the groin and used her other hand to do the same for the central portion of one of Karen’s prominent buttocks. “These parts are the most tender cuts. Get one off one of the other whole roasters, if you get the chance.”

She examined Lorna’s hip area with a critical eye. “The way you’re built, honey, you’ve got plenty of good meat in the right spots. Just one slice off the good part of your rump would feed someone a full meal. Believe me, that’s wonderful.”

Lorna made a face. “Thanks, I think.”

The other three women grinned. “Come on,” Carol said, “let’s get Karen seasoned and on the spit.”

Karen got up on the table on her elbows and knees, while Lorna and the other two grabbed plastic squeeze bottles from the table. The routine was to squeeze some oil onto the meat, then rub it in, something everyone including Karen enjoyed. “Remember to cover everything,” Carol told her. “Get some between her cheeks and plenty on her pussy.”

“Oh, yes,” Karen moaned as Lorna followed Carol’s instructions. “Everyone make sure to season me there. This is beginning to drive me wild.”

Adrienne laughed, then followed Lorna in coating the intimate parts, giving her friend a far more sexually applied coating of oil, inside as well as out, and bringing on Karen’s first orgasm. Lorna was beginning to look on preparing and cooking Karen as exciting, and she suspected that wasn’t going to be the girl’s last orgasm, either.

Karen turned on her side on the table and drew up her legs as Carol and Adrienne brought the spit. “Ventilated, so she can breathe,” Carol commented as they carefully lined it up with Karen’s cunt. As they inserted it into Karen, she began convulsing in another series of orgasms, her pussy clasping on the lubricated shaft as it slid up inside her. Watching with wide eyes, Lorna gently stroked Karen’s flank as the shaft disappeared into her body. Adrienne came around to steady her friend’s head as the point of the spit emerged from her mouth. Once Karen was well on the spit, a businesslike Carol used cooking twine to bind her wrists and legs to the spit. Taking some more twine, she bound Karen’s large breasts together. “Keep ‘em from flopping around,” she explained briskly.

The three women gently lifted the spitted girl and placed her on the stand. Carol swung the assembly so Karen was over the coals then stood back to admire her handiwork. Lorna was also admiring Karen as she began to rotate over the coals, writhing and squirming from what Lorna was sure was more sexual excitement than the heat. To her surprise, Lorna found herself reacting to the picture of the slowly roasting girl. She checked herself with a finger and confirmed it. She was getting wet watching a beautiful woman cooking. Glancing at Adrienne, she saw the tall beauty was doing more than checking herself, she was gently stroking. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Adrienne said softly, “we’re going to do this together. I’m going to come right along with you, as long as we can.”

Carol put a hand on Lorna’s shoulder. “Let’s leave them,” she said softly. “I’ve got her high over the heat for a while, until she numbs, then I’ll drop the spit so she can really begin cooking.” Looking around, Lorna saw the cooking pit was now the center of attention, but everyone was backed off, giving Karen and Adrienne space.

Walking away with Carol, she asked, “How long will it take for Karen to cook?”

Carol replied, “Oh, I won’t roast her all the way. Once heat stroke gets her, I’ll take her off the spit, butcher her, cook what I need for lunch over the grill, then put the rest in the cooler for tomorrow. I’m going to do that with one of the other girls, too. Even with a group this size, we only need two women, so I’ll only fully roast two. We’ll have the rest on the beach for the second day of the Fest.”

She looked at Lorna. “To answer your original question, about four hours. That means Brooke’s going to choose the last girl for the spit in about three hours. That way we can eat about sundown.

“Meanwhile,” she continued with a smile, “you can lay out in the sun, join one of the games, or get laid as many times as you can before Brooke calls everyone together to pick the last roaster.” She waved a hand to indicate the large number of couples, or threesomes, that were having sex openly on beach blankets among the group. No need to be shy in a crowd where everyone was nude, and they were all going to be literally eating several of these women in a little while.

The sex option sounded good to Lorna. Looking around at the array of naked women on the beach, she could see quite a few that she’d love to stroke and play with. Plenty of tasty pussies. The last thought made her grimace for an instant, given the fact that a tasty pussy meant more than one thing to these women. Still, she thought fatalistically, she was either going to be providing someone, probably Brooke, with a cooked pussy or be able to enjoy an uncooked one or two for herself, and pussy served on a live girl was one of her favorite dishes.

She spent a few more moments enjoying the lovely and sexually exciting spectacle of Karen as she slow cooked over the coals. The woman’s body was a sculpture, glistening with oil and perspiration, and the sight held her entranced for a while. As she turned away, she decided she had to find someone to satisfy that tingling between her thighs.

Scanning the beach, she caught sight of Marie, who was now staring at Karen as she cooked. Lorna knew what was going through her mind. In fact, it could well be here, bound and impaled on a stool, instead of that girl. Besides, they’d gotten friendly at that photo shoot a while back. Very friendly, in fact.

There was something she had to do before finding someone to scratch her itch.

She approached the girl, and could tell by the way her eyes widened when they caught sight of her that Marie remembered her. “Hi, Marie,” she said and caressed her softly on an arm. “I’m sorry this had to happen to you, honey. I’m afraid it’s going to happen to me in a few hours, but there’s nothing I can do about either one of us, now.”

Marie dropped her eyes and nodded forlornly. She knew what was going to happen to her and accepted the fact. She seemed much more settled, now. It appeared the panic attack was over. “That gag can’t be comfortable,” Lorna said with sudden decision. “I’m going to ask someone if I can remove it. Will you promise not to scream?”

Marie nodded again, holding Lorna’s face with her eyes. Lorna suddenly remembered something about Marie, her ultra sensitive breasts. Maybe there was something else she could do for the girl besides take out her gag. Leaning over, she kissed Marie tenderly on the cheek. “Look,” she said softly,” I’m going to try something and I want you to help me. If it works, you’ll feel better and I’ll see if they let me take out the gag. Okay?”

Marie nodded. Her expression was still hopeless, but she was curious about what Lorna was going to do.

Lorna began delicately stroking the outside of the seated girl’s bare thighs, gradually shifting until her fingertips roamed up and down the inner thighs. Lorna could hear the quick intake of breath as her fingers got closer to Marie’s groin. Good enough. Now for the next stage. She gradually began to work her hands further up Marie’s body, constantly caressing, until the settled on her breasts. Then she began stroking, ever so gently from the base of the big globes out to the nipples. She was rewarded when Marie let out with a low moan, muffled by her gag. “Open you knees as much as you can, honey,” she said.

Marie complied, awkward with her cuffed ankles, but enough for Lorna to slide one hand down and begin stroking her clitoris, feeling the wooden shaft imbedded in the girl’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Marie’s eyes rolled back and Lorna was rewarded with a rapid series of muffled gasps, ending in a long, drawn out moan. Once the girl had finished, Lorna kissed her gently on the cheek again. “There, baby, I’ll go see what I can do about that gag.”

“You can take it out,” a voice said behind her. Lorna turned towards the speaker and saw possibly the most voluptuous woman she’d ever seen in the flesh. The woman had a beautiful figure, but more of one than any other beautiful girl Lorna ever knew existed. Right then, she decided she was going to be rolling on a beach blanket with this beauty in the not too distant future.

Looking at Lorna, the woman leaned over and removed the gag from Marie’s mouth. “That was nice, what you did,” she commented. “I like the way you were thinking of her. I’m Vivian, by the way.”

Lorna smiled. “I’m Lorna.”

Vivian returned the smile, then turned to Marie. “There, is that better?”

Marie nodded. “Thank you. Uh… Would it be possible for me to get up? These things are really stretching me.”

Vivian shook her head slowly. “No, sorry. You have to stay cuffed and seated. You’ll be glad of the stretching in a few hours, when they go to insert the pole. It’ll go in a lot easier if you are open and wet. They have to open you, anyway, when they go to stuff your butt, so it’ll be easier there, too.”

Waving at another woman next to one of the bar tables scattered around, Vivian commented, “I’ll have them bring you some wine. I know you’re thirsty and it helps a lot if you’re high when you’re being prepared. Will that be all right with you?”

Marie nodded again, back to being depressed. Vivian gave her an appraising look. “It also helps if you’re sexually excited. You might as well enjoy as much of the process as you can, even if you aren’t a volunteer. I’ll make sure everybody comes by and gives you a good stroking, girl. We’ll see if we can’t get you so excited and high you won’t know what’s happening.”

Marie smiled wanly, then took the full wineglass another woman handed her with both cuffed hands. As Lorna and Vivian walked away, Lorna could see the woman begin to stroke Marie’s breasts and cunt, starting her towards another orgasm.

“That’s the best way to pass the time if you know you’re going to be roasted,” Vivian told her.

Glancing down, Lorna realized Vivian had pubic hair. “Hey,” she said, “you made it past all the choosing! I’d have thought someone built like you would have been cooked before then. How did it happen?”

Vivian stroked her own flank complacently. “I could feed this whole group by myself. But there were either enough volunteers or there was someone else we wanted to cook when I had to take my chances.”

Lorna shook her head. “Lucky.”

Vivian nodded. “I have to agree with that. I’ve been here quite a while, you know. After I became exempt I was elected president before Brooke had the job. I almost picked her, once or twice, but there were a couple of others that went, instead. I’ll tell you a secret. It’s a real rush when you’re passed over in line. If you get passed over today, find another girl that also survived and get it on. The sex is really intense.”

Lorna looked at her with meaning in her glance. “What about before the choosing? Are you open?”

Vivian smiled back. “Opening up very nicely,” she said with double meaning. “My blanket is just over there. Let’s go try it out.”

As the two plush women settled into each other’s arms, one of the watching women said to another, “I’d give a couple of grand to have a videotape of this!”

The Society frowned on people obviously watching members have sex, but Lorna and Vivian were the unobtrusive center of attention for most of the unoccupied women on the beach. After feeling Vivian’s plump buttocks flex through yet another orgasm, Lorna finally rolled off her and settled on her back to stare at the blue sky, completely sated. Vivian turned on her side, propped her head up on her hand, and commented as she studied Lorna, “You, girl, are one hell of a lay. Better than I am, and my sexual abilities were actually what kept me off the spit. You keep banging girls with some of the tricks you were using, and you’ll be around here a long time.”

Lorna started to say something, but stopped when she noticed Vivian was looking past her and frowning. The reason wasn’t long in making itself known. “Loved that performance,” Jennifer said from behind her. “I hope you’ll move as good on the spit. You really make me want a piece of one of those thighs.”

Lorna got up slowly and faced Jennifer. There wasn’t any point to this, she told herself. The girl had a mean streak and was just trying to get her goat. With a nasty smile, Jennifer continued, “Think you can come up with the same sound effects when Carol is shoving stuffing up your asshole? I really loved them. They were so exciting!”

Looking past Jennifer, Lorna saw Brooke rapidly approaching, and her brain began to go into high survival-driven gear. There might just be a chance if she played it right and Jennifer cooperated even a little bit…

Jennifer followed the script without any prompting. She reached over, with the obvious intention of squeezing one of Lorna’s breasts. “Touch me and I’ll break your nose,” Lorna said calmly.

The next comment was spoken in an enraged, barely restrained voice. “Jennifer, I thought I told you to keep to yourself.”

Jennifer spun and confronted a very angry Brooke, standing just behind her. She didn’t say anything, but Lorna saw the girl go rigid. “I’m not going to tell you again,” Brooke ground out. “Now, leave. I don’t want to see you until it’s time for the choosing.”

Jennifer spun and was gone, moving as fast as she could without running. Watching her go, Lorna said, “Thanks, Brooke. I don’t know if it’s legal to hit someone at the Fest, but I was just about to do it.”

Vivian spoke up. “Brooke, I want to talk to you about her later.”

Brooke nodded at Vivian, then turned to Lorna. “She’s a non-problem, so forget about her.”

She smiled with that piercing look Lorna knew well. “Besides, I’ve been looking at that fabulous ass of yours. I hope you aren’t too tired to try something new.”

Lorna knew exactly what Brooke meant. She wanted to try out her strap-on in a new hole. Lorna was an anal virgin, but she wasn’t fanatic about staying that way. Especially now, if it got Brooke happy and mellow. Especially since Brooke was going to choose the last girl for dinner. Especially since Lorna wanted Brooke to enjoy herself so much she’d want a repeat performance. Right at this moment, Lorna was perfectly willing to have Brooke bang her butt daily for the next year if it kept her off a carving platter.

With a sensuous smile, Lorna moved into Brooke’s waiting arms. As she felt the other woman’s hands squeeze and knead her buttocks, she said, “New sounds good. Why don’t we try out your ideas and see how you like them.”

Watching the couple move off, Brooke’s hand massaging Lorna’s ass, Vivian called after them, “Enjoy yourselves, girls. Brooke, she gives a hell of a good ride, so be prepared to hang on.”

As Lorna well knew, Brooke was a superb lover. By the time she was ready to turn over, the kisses, caresses, and probing fingers had her more than ready. As she felt the greased tip work between her buttocks and began to insert itself into her anus, she winced slightly, then reminded herself of why she was letting Brooke fuck her ass. With that in mind, she began to pump back energetically and squeal.

Later, sweaty and tired on the beach blanket with Brooke lying full length atop her, the woman’s hands still clasping her breasts and nine or so inches of rubber shaft still up her ass, an exhausted Lorna decided she’d just given one of her best performances. Amazing what the idea of impending roasting could do for a girl’s motivation.

Brooke apparently agreed. Her strap-on had two special plugs that were inserted into her body and allowed her to feel just what Lorna was feeling. Especially the orgasms. Shifting slightly and moaning, Brooke kneaded Lorna’s breasts gently. “Wow,” she said in a worn-out voice, “Vivian was certainly right, you are a hell of a ride. How many times did we pop off?’

Lazily, Lorna answered, “Don’t know. I lost count.”

Brooke started to move. “I really don’t want to do this, but I guess I better get off. I must be crushing you.”

Lorna shook her head. “No, don’t bother for a while. It took me a few minutes to get accustomed to taking it in the butt, but now I feel sort of comfortably stuffed. It’s nice.”

Brooke laughed and squeezed the large globes of breast meat in her hands. “I can’t stay like this all day, silly. I have things to do in just a little while. Are you trying to keep me here so I can’t pick you for dinner?”

Lorna nodded. “Yep.” Brooke just laughed.

The choosing came soon enough. Too soon for Lorna. Standing in line with twenty or so other naked women, her hands by her sides and feet together, she tried to keep from trembling as Brooke walked down the line, critically examining every girl. When Brooke and Carol stopped in front of her, Brooke’s hands on her body weren’t in the least sensuous, just professionally assessing. “Hm,” Brooke commented, squeezing first her breasts and then her inner thighs just below her pussy, “good meat here. The breasts would make enough dessert for half this group, and the thigh cuts would cook up very tender over a slow heat.”

“I like her belly meat,” Carol added. “I’ve been experimenting with that cut. There’s enough fat on her there to make frying a real option. Possibly a good breakfast serving.”

The women weren’t teasing her, Lorna knew. They were simply judging her body as meat. Who she was didn’t enter into it. She shivered with tension and fear as Brooke expressionlessly looked her in the face. “Turn around,” she said. “I want to check the backs of your thighs and your ass.”

As she did so, Carol said, “Okay, here’s the really good meat. I could slice four or five big steaks off each cheek.”

Lorna could feel both women’s hands squeezing and assessing her buttocks. “Not too much fat,” Brooke mused. “Put the pole in her pussy, and those buns will be just right by the time she’s ready to come off the spit for carving. The thighs will make steaks almost the quality of her ass cheeks, too.”

After a few more probes and comments, including several about her “prime filet”, Brooke and Carol moved down the line. A short while later, Lorna saw them reach the end of the line and walk behind the group, assessing each pair of buttocks and thighs in comparison with the others. Lorna was trembling again, and trying to restrain it as Brooke walked around to the front and stopped. Here it came!

“Okay,” Brooke said, looking up and down the line, “I’ve made my choice.” Pointing at Jennifer, she said, “Take this one.”

Jennifer screamed but didn’t have time to run before four waiting Society members grabbed her. In almost no time, she was gagged and cuffed just like the still watching Marie. The women carried the vigorously struggling Jennifer over to one of a number of frameworks nearby, escorted by a grim faced Brooke. The frame looked like a huge, square barbecue grid about three feet high, but it was designed to hold a girl immobile and vulnerable. Stretching her across the top of the frame with her arms and head off one end and her butt and legs off the other, they clamped Jennifer’s wrist cuffs to supports on one side. Her ankles were spread so as to make her pussy and asshole easily accessible, then clamped to supports on the other side so she couldn’t move except to squirm and wriggle. The last act was to insert a greased butt plug to relax the anus for stuffing.

Vivian walked up next to the still trembling Lorna and pointed to Jennifer. “That’s where we do the stuffing and spitting. Marie will be next - drunk out of her mind, by the way, since we spiked her wine - and then Sofia. She’s that brunette over there kissing her lover. Sofia volunteered. Once they get all three secured, it’ll still be a few minutes while they get the stuffing and the spits. Care to get rid of those nerves?”

Lorna smiled at her with gratitude. “Sounds like a plan. Lead on.”

Later, a much relaxed Lorna decided she was going to enjoy the sexually exciting sight of the three girls being prepared for the coals. Carol removed Jennifer’s butt plug and began to pack stuffing up the girl’s ass - flavored with parts of Karen, Lorna remembered - as she writhed like an eel and squealed loudly into her gag. While Carol was continuing the amusing process of stuffing Jennifer, Lorna walked around to the front of Marie’s frame so the girl could see her. Reaching over, she tenderly brushed her long black hair away from her face. “Hi,” she said softly, “I got by, honey. I wish you had.”

“Do me a favor,” Marie said muzzily, her eyes having trouble focusing, “stay with me. I don’t want to go through this alone.” When Lorna nodded, she added, “And make sure you get a good slice of me. I don’t want to be eaten just by strangers.”

“I will, honey,” Lorna replied.

“Do you want her prime filet?” Brooke asked. Lorna hadn’t known she was standing nearby. “You’re her friend, and you’re being kind to her. You’ve got more right to it than anyone else.”

Remembering Adrienne and Karen, and the way they’d gone through Karen’s roasting, Lorna nodded, then had a thought. She looked Marie in the face, “Is that okay with you, honey?”

Marie smiled for the first time. “Yes, please. Knowing you’re going to get it makes me very happy.”

“All right, then I will.”

Lorna alternated between stepping behind the women to watch the stuffing process and moving up to caress Marie and let her know she was still there. Marie also had her bottom stuffed, but Carol began inserting stuffing into Sofia’s vagina. Evidently the girl had elected to be spitted in the ass. Lorna noticed she was positioned a little differently over the framework to line her ass and mouth up properly for the shaft.

Carol spitted Jennifer just like she’d done Karen, moving the spit back and forth in her cunt until the girl began to involuntarily orgasm, then letting her clasping pussy guide the pole. The spit slid smoothly through Jennifer, then one of the women helping Carol held the girl’s head back and mouth open so the spit could exit without damage. Marie, Lorna’s hand gently on her back, cooperated with Carol, gasping through her orgasm until the ventilated spit came out her mouth. Lorna saw that Sofia got so excited while the spit was working up her ass that she was actually dripping from her pussy. Carol held her hand under the sopping wet cunt to gather some of the juice, then licked it off her fingers. “Yum,” she said with enthusiasm. “She’s delicious!”

Brooke held her wine glass down to catch a few drops as she stroked the girl’s wet cunt to get more juice, then stirred delicately with a finger while she looked archly at Lorna. “Definitely improves the taste,” she said, taking a sip as she watched several of Carol’s helpers slide under the open framework and bind all three sets of breasts as others bound up the women’s hair so it wouldn’t burn.

After the three women were placed over the coals, Lorna walked up near Marie’s head and began stroking her own excited pussy. “I’m going with you all the way,” she told the writhing woman softly. “Let’s bust it together.”

Carol took Sofia down early to save for the next day, removing her prime filet and a thigh steak to grill and serve her lover. She left the other two women on to fully cook. Every once in a while Lorna, sipping a glass of wine she’d gotten from somewhere, came to stand and watch the beautiful sight of Marie’s gorgeous glistening body as it rotated and slowly turned a golden brown.

As she watched, she realized what Karen meant about going to the edge. It was a hell of a thrill when she was passed over at the choosing, but the risk that went with that thrill was necessary, or it was all a game. It was like a gambler’s rush, but she was betting her life instead of money. She began to see why girls like Karen kept coming back, but the volunteering for the chop wasn’t for her. Lorna just wanted to get past the risky period of her membership, gambler’s rush or no.

Dinner was a relaxed and enjoyable affair, served on trestle tables under torch light as the sun slowly went down. Looking at Marie’s prime filet, served on a steak from her buttock, Lorna wondered if she was ready to take the next step. Was she actually going to eat a piece of a girl’s body, someone she’d known? Yes, she decided. It was a promise made to Marie. Tentatively cutting a little slice from the filet, she put it into her mouth and chewed. Ummm. The texture was great and the flavor exquisite. She started carving the rest with more enthusiasm. She could definitely see the attractions to the Society’s woman eating custom. As long as it wasn’t her, she thought with a frown.

Brooke slid a plate onto the table across from her. It had a prime filet resting between two crescent shaped cuts, the parts just above the hips. “Jennifer,” Brooke said. “With the condition her body was in, there only ought to be just enough fat for flavoring. Forgive me, Lorna, but you’re carrying a little more than she was.”

Lorna bit into a slice of the rump steak. “Doesn’t bother me,” she said after swallowing. “I’d rather hear you tell me about it than have you tell someone else as you ate me.”

Brooke chuckled as she cut another piece of Jennifer’s pussy. “Planning how to avoid that?”

Lorna nodded thoughtfully, remembering Vivian’s comments about being a great meal but a better fuck. “A few,” she replied. “Oh yes, I have a few ideas.”

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Thank you very much, Vader. This was the very first gyno story I ever wrote. I hope you like the rest of the series.

Leo

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Sounds like a plan! Be prepared, Belinda, although she lives in the same city as Lorna, exists in a very goofy world! You’ll see.

Leo

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Ooops. Bump to restore order. ::)

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Yes to all of the above. For instance, “Belinda’s Hurricane Hunt” was inspired by an old Bob Hope ghost movie and a Three Stooges short. Don’t read it out of sequence, you’ll have more fun the more you know about the characters. Like the Lorna/Lilith stories, the Belinda stories are all written as episodes in sequence. Leo