Lilith 02: Surviving the Last Choosing

Surviving the Last Choosing By Leo

In an Art Deco office building, top floor corner office of the corner suite…

The statuesque, thirtyish faux blonde behind the desk was of a piece with the stylishly modern furnishings of the expensively done office. Said individual, Janet Van Dyke by name, shrugged the padded sharp shoulders of her expensively tailored cream business suit coat and crossed the long shapely legs that seemed to stretch forever away from the hem of her short tight miniskirt. The entire ensemble covered a sensational figure that was just slightly older than Playboy grade. Frowning as she studied the photograph from the model’s portfolio on her desk, she evaluated the girl in the picture in terms of business.

The girl in the picture was around twenty, wholesomely pretty, brown haired and fully nude. The figure she revealed to the camera was firm, solid and nicely curved. On the whole, Janet thought that she had another good prospect here. John Amos would love her. He specialized in her type for the breast mags. Say twenty, now, and a year to get known, then the girl would be a real money maker for the next few years and not be twenty four before she was finished in the skin business and suddenly aware that the agency contract was designed to make money for only one person, Janet Van Dyke.

Giving the picture another look, Janet mentally evaluated the girl’s meat potential. Definitely nice firm muscle structure on this one, with what looked like a very juicy pussy underneath that hair. Yes, she was definitely going to be a candidate for the oven once her usefulness as a model for the agency was finished. Cannibalism was now legal under the Kevorkian laws, of course, but permission had to be gained from the dinner. That, of course, was also buried in the contract’s verbiage. So much easier that way, all around.

The idea made her spare a thought for the night’s menu, Ellen Dayton. Really, it was a shame to do her right now. She still had a year or so before her potential declined, but the silly bitch had stood right there yesterday in her office and hollered lawyer at her. Not good. Ergo, the young lady under discussion was now nicely secured in the holding area in her penthouse, waiting for Janet and the girls to leave work and come home so she could become the main course for tonight’s meal.

Janet sighed. All that money making potential being carved up for steaks. Oh, well, every cloud had a silver lining. Ellen ought to taste great.

Janet’s Executive Assistant, Beth, chose that moment to knock on the door frame of her open office door, getting her attention. Beth, about ten years younger than Janet, was also modishly dressed in exactly the same style as her boss, but in a charcoal color. It was a hallmark of the Aldyke Agency that Janet and her three female employees always wore the same style, but color coordinated between the four women, down to the high heels. That was easy to do, since all three of Janet’s girls lived with her. Besides, Beth was an excellent cook, able to do wonders no matter if the meal was an ex model or one of the women specially purchased from South America.

“You won’t believe what I’ve just gotten in the mail,” Beth said as she strode over to Janet’s desk.

“Try me.”

Looking at the papers in her hand, Beth pulled out a check. “Lorna Paten just bought out of her contract.”

Janet leaned back in her chair, her face showing surprise. “Where in hell could she get that kind of money? I know she’s not making it from the shoots we send her on.”

Beth shook her head. “I have no idea,” she said, “but I called the bank and the check’s good. I hate to see her go. She was a steady cash flow, and I was so looking forward to running a cooking spit up that tender pussy of hers in a year or two.”

Janet shrugged. “Well, she’s gone now. But I do wonder where the money came from. I wonder if there’s an angle we overlooked?”

The angle was named Vivian, past Society of Lilith president and Lorna’s closest friend. She was at that moment comfortably slouched and completely nude on the living room sofa of the nicely appointed large house Brooke maintained on the Society’s private island in the Caribbean. She wasn’t exactly out of place, because Brooke and Lorna were also totally naked, and just as comfortably slouched on other items of seating equipment nearby. Vivian was the textbook illustration of the word “voluptuous” without being flabby anywhere. Brooke was on the other end of the spectrum, with the hard curvy form that went with being an international swimsuit model. Lorna fell somewhere in between, but more towards Vivian’s type.

Short, with the sort of bouncy body that produced erotic daydreams, Lorna knew she had large, wobbly breasts and plump, jiggly buttocks, but there was far more meat than fat on her frame. Her body gave her a good life as a figure model, but sometimes she wished there was less of it, particularly when Brooke gave her one of those “I’d love to see you on a cooking spit” looks.

As a candidate member of the Society of Lilith, Lorna was liable for being one of the centerpieces in a beach cookout for four quarterly Festivals. If she made it past all four, she was a full member and exempt from the choosing when the Society president picked the four girls to be whole roasted for that particular Festival. She’d made it past three, but she had her doubts about the fourth. The problem was the President. It was Brooke.

Lorna had been living with Brooke for the better part of a year, but, as she’d told Lorna last night, “You are a spectacular lay, honey. I’ve held off choosing you because you are so sensational in bed, but the next Fest is my last chance to get a slice of those fabulous hips of yours. I really hope you don’t mind, but you just look too tasty to pass up.”

Lorna, in fact, did mind, but active opposition by Society candidates to becoming dinner tended to bring a swift trip to the barbecue without the formality of being chosen by the president. A lot of the girls got off on the thrill of taking their chances, but not Lorna. The Society promised success and wealth in return for a year of possibly ending on a carving platter. Her year was almost up , but things weren’t looking good for her last turn in the selection line. She was already comfortably well off, due to opportunities given her by Vivian and several other Society members, and wanted to survive to enjoy it. Lorna was actively considering the problem.

“You know,” Brooke commented lazily, “there’s a little more than three weeks to the next Fest and I’ve only got one volunteer. That means I’m going to be choosing three girls to go with her.”

Vivian shot Brooke a sharp look. As a past president of the Society, she’d always felt it was bad taste to discuss a choosing before the time came, especially before a still vulnerable candidate such as Lorna. Lorna, on the other hand, knew exactly what Brooke was signaling. The Diva wanted her Due, i.e. Lorna’s plump butt on her plate. Best get her off that train of thought. Time to change the subject. “By the way, Vivian,” she said conversationally, “that little job you pointed me towards really paid, and I didn’t have to split the fee with an agency. Thanks.”

Vivian also thought it was time to change the subject. “No problem,” she shrugged. “Arabs like our body type, you know. I’ve done work for that photographer before, and I know he really pays. Of course, he gets a good bit from his buyers, but he’s honest about the model getting her cut. Glad it worked out.”

Brooke favored Lorna with a superior smile. Her work was entirely in the high fashion swimsuit and glamour side. She’d never skinned down for the camera in her life. The smile didn’t really bother Lorna. Brooke was normally okay, except when she got on her diva horse. Then the best thing to do was ignore her until the mood passed. Lorna’s next comment, however, totally changed Brooke’s attitude. “I used a good bit of my money to buy out of my Aldyke Agency contract. Believe me, I’m glad to see the last of those women.”

Vivian snorted, “Aldyke Agency! That’s a hell of a descriptive name. I’ve never been able to stand Janet or that constantly rotating staff of sex toy Barbie dolls she keeps.”

Lorna was distracted by a glance at Brooke’s face. From the thunderous frown, she was in a total fury! “Brooke. What’s wrong?” She asked.

“That no-good, low life bitch!” was the most printable of Brooke’s comments, which extended to Janet’s habits, her personal appearance, and just about anything else associated with her. All of this was accompanied by a thunderous scowl. The finishing remark was, “I’d love to get Janet on the beach. I’d use a double-width spit on her fat ass!”

Vivian looked on at this performance with some interest. “I take it from your comments you and Janet aren’t the best of chums?”

“No!”

Carefully noting the sulky scowl still on Brooke’s face, Lorna decided to chance a question. Hell, anything that kept her thinking about roasting someone else was worth the risk, just to keep it going. “Brooke, I know I don’t like Janet Van Dyke, and I worked for her. You’re way above her class. What did she ever do to you?”

“That no-good bitch tried to blackmail me into signing her contract,” Brooke snarled. “We had it out, but I still owe her for that one, big time!

“Every time I think about it…” Still in a fury, Brooke threw herself out of her chair. “I need another drink.”

Hearing Brooke thump and crash around in the kitchen, Vivian commented thoughtfully, “Sounds like our girl Brooke and Janet banged heads a while back. I’ve got no use for Janet, myself. She’s pond scum and a sleazy, predatory snake, but I bet Brooke’s ego was more offended than she was legally challenged. With Brooke, that’s a deadly insult.”

Lorna’s brain suddenly started ticking in survival mode. It took only a second for the bare bones of a plan to come together. “Vivian,” she asked, “can I talk to you over at your place later?”

Vivian nodded, slightly puzzled. “I can’t talk right now,” Lorna continued, “but I have an idea to kill two birds with one stone and I need your help.”

Some time later and now in Miami, Vivian found herself in a situation that wasn’t really to her taste. The actions leading up to her current predicament were fairly simple. First there was the phone call and invitation to lunch for old acquaintance Janet Van Dyke. Then, over a haute cuisine lunch in a trendy restaurant, there was the carefully phrased invitation for Janet and her girls to become candidate members of the Society of Lilith, based on the customary recommendations from full members, ostensibly since Janet owned one of the most profitable model agencies in Miami. As past president, Vivian was authorized to contact Janet and make the offer, which Janet fulsomely accepted, both for herself and on behalf of her girls. Politely, Vivian accepted the return offer of a dinner and drinks at Janet’s penthouse that night.

Vivian arrived at eight for drinks, while Janet’s personal assistant Beth busied herself in the kitchen with the meal. Janet’s other two girls performed the roles of servant/ ornament/ extra added attraction. Vivian wasn’t actually surprised to find herself offered a very nicely done prime filet, along with her choice of cuts from a beautifully cooked hip and thigh. As she sliced the filet, Vivian quietly wondered which of Janet’s stable of models had suddenly found her contract cut short.

The dinner was followed by the expected sexual proposition, which Vivian graciously accepted, and that’s when things stopped quite being the way Vivian wanted. Frankly, things were somewhat distasteful. Oh there was nothing wrong with Janet’s beautifully nude body as she bent over the kitchen counter, and her buttocks and hips were quite exciting. It was just the fact that Vivian was now holding an oversized strap-on in her hands, and that damn Janet expected her to use it on her. Janet smiled over her shoulder and said, “Here you are, darling, presented for just your pleasure. Please have fun.”

In fact, Vivian didn’t mind when some other girl used a strap-on on her. She liked a little variation from time to time, just didn’t like to wear the damned thing as the aggressor. The whole idea left her supremely irked. Janet waggled her hips. “Come on, darling,” she simpered, “that little hole is just waiting for you.”

What a fake, Vivian steamed, then had another thought. “Hold on, Janet,” she told her, “I have to get this on and lubricate it.”

“I have enough lubrication for our needs,” Janet giggled.

“Oh, but I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you,” Vivian murmured as she strapped the contraption around her hips and lubricated the shaft with olive oil.

Smiling Janet faced the kitchen wall, secure in the knowledge that she was once again drawing another woman into her web. Janet was dominant. Janet owned all the other little people, to do with as she wished. That was an immutable law of nature.

For instance, right now. Janet was confident enough of her eventual victory and domination to allow Vivian the obvious treat she was presenting. They all liked that domination feeling, and Janet especially wanted Vivian to feel in control. An invitation to join the Society of Lilith! The idea of the power the Society had was intoxicating, and Vivian was obviously highly placed. Whatever this woman wanted, Janet was going to provide. Normally, she was the one that used the strap-on on her girls, but Janet was perfectly content to be the recipient this time. She certainly wanted Vivian to enjoy herself. No telling what might happen after that.

Vivian approached the bent over woman with an evil smile. Fun! Evil fun she couldn’t resist, but fun!

Janet felt the oily tip of the shaft at the base of her buttocks and smiled. “Oh, that feels so good, darling,” she simpered. But her voice rose squeakily at what happened next, when she felt the shaft rise and begin to push at her anus. “No, wait!” she cried excitedly. “That’s the wrong place! I can’t-”

“Oh, yes you can,” Vivian said in a malevolent voice, then grabbed Janet’s hips as she felt the tip of the shaft lodge itself in the right spot. “Enjoy yourself, Janet,” she said, then bumped her hips forward powerfully.

“AAAAUUGHHHH

Lorna sat on the hillock, chin on her knees and arms wrapped around her shins, and watched the sun rise over the Caribbean. She was nude, as she’d been ever since arriving on the island, and bare skin didn’t bother her in the warm climate. In fact, it was comfortable and convenient not to have to worry about dressing. No embarrassment, because every other woman on the island, and there were only women on the island, was also naked.

She’d been out at this spot for several hours, ever since slipping out of bed without awakening Brooke. It was quiet out here, restful without anyone else around. She wanted that peace, because this might be the last day of her life. There was a chance of survival, a good chance, if everything went according to plan, but she was wise enough to know things didn’t quite always happen the way they should. If things went wrong, Brooke had as much as said out loud she was going to be chosen as one of the girls roasted today. That meant in a few hours she’d be strapped over a frame, her butt packed full of stuffing, a spit shoved up her pussy and her body put over the barbecue pit to roast alive. Not good.

The quarterly Lilith Beach Festival started today, and four of the candidates or volunteers were always roasted to feed everyone else. It completely passed Lorna’s understanding why a girl would volunteer to be cooked, but several always did. There were now three volunteers for today. That meant only one of the candidates was going to be involuntarily cooked, and Lorna knew perfectly well Brooke meant for that roast to be her.

There was no set schedule for the Fest. This time, two of the volunteers were going to be cooked on the second day. One volunteer was going on the first day, along with whoever Brooke selected at the choosing. Lorna definitely didn’t look forward to nervously standing in line, waiting while Brooke and Carol, the official cook, walked up and down, carefully appraising the meat value of every candidate’s body. It was a hell of a rush when you were passed over, but Brooke wasn’t going to pass her by this time.

Maybe.

Lorna had plans of her own.

The sun was now well up and Carol and her crew were out on the beach, setting up the cooking pits and the spitting racks. The rest of the Society, candidates and full members, were also starting to gather. Beach blankets were making their appearance and girls were already starting to pair off. Pretty soon, most of those blankets would hold two or more active, sexually involved female bodies. The Society members liked beach games and sex was the most popular one. Girl roasting was an intensely sexual event anyhow, so it was perfectly understandable if the rest of the activity was in the same vein. Lorna fully intended to join the games as soon as two specific people made their appearance. In fact, it was essential that she do so. The two people she had in mind shouldn’t meet until it was time for the choosing.

Lorna stood up and brushed the sand off her bare butt as she saw Vivian, frowning slightly as she felt her buttocks wobble. Damn fat ass of hers! She didn’t mind being soft and curvy, but that rear end of hers had her in all the trouble she was in now. Well, she planned to use it to help her get out of it. Yep, Vivian was with one of the people she most wanted to see on the beach. Now for Brooke.

It was the work of a few moments locating Brooke as she walked to the beach, beach towel and bag on her shoulders. If she knew Brooke, the bag held her favorite strap-on and a bottle of olive oil. Lorna heaved a deep sigh. It looked like her cushiony ass was about to get plenty of penetrating exercise. Oh, well, it would keep Brooke happy and occupied. That was all to the good.

Vivian had already explained to Janet, Beth and the other two girls what being a candidate member of the Society entailed, both good and bad. The part about being liable for meat was usually never explained until the candidate was on the beach and couldn’t back out, but the Society was explicit that the girls had to know before the Fest began. Janet’s three girls were all for the good parts of being a candidate member, but the bad parts made them wonder if the boss had been a little precipitate in volunteering their agreement for membership in the Society. The possibility of ending up on a cooking spit really wasn’t all that attractive. Shaving their pubic hair, fasting and having a really thorough super enema wasn’t fun, either, because it meant they were immediately ready to stuff and mount on a spit if chosen.

Janet wasn’t worried about being chosen for roasting. Oh, perhaps one of her girls might get picked, but those were the breaks. She was sure they would be delicious if they were cooked. Replacements wouldn’t be a problem, either. Meanwhile, Vivian was offering to share a beach towel with her. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful day!

Janet, herself, was completely certain of her own immunity. Enough wealth and influence would keep her out of anything, even if she did have to go through the bother of shaving and getting cleaned out like all the other candidates. Even during Vivian’s explanation of the terms of membership, the idea of her own vulnerability never entered her mind. That wasn’t even a stated thought, but an ingrained attitude. She was the top of the food chain, and had been so for so long it was now a law of nature. She was always the one that chose which girl got cooked. It never dawned on her that her position in the current scheme of things was now slightly different. Janet never thought of herself as blindly arrogant.

Beth, on the other hand, was worried for her boss, but still supremely confident. Janet owned the world and Beth helped her run it. If Beth and Janet were two other people, the feeling could have been called love.

On the other end of the beach, Brooke and Lorna had already settled onto the beach towel. Lorna had eeled into Brooke’s arms and was happily nestled against her breast. “I thought you were mad with me after you left so early this morning,” Brooke murmured to her.

“No,” Lorna said softly, “I just wanted to see the sun come up. Come on, you’re going to be choosing the girls to cook early today. I want to spend all the time until then making love.”

Brooke let her mouth and her nimble fingers make the answer. As she felt her passion rising, Lorna didn’t care what kind of sex Brooke had in mind. The moment was enough.

Lorna was mildly uncomfortable as she walked over to where the candidate members were lining up for the choosing, since both her anus and her pussy felt like they’d been invaded by a telephone pole. Brooke’s current strap-on was a little on the big side. Stop worrying about it, girl, she told herself. If you’re chosen, that spit’ll be a whole lot bigger.

Vivian stopped her just before she got in line, by chance, not too far from Janet and her girls. “Lorna,” Vivian said quietly, “one of the volunteers has backed out. Brooke’s got to choose two girls.”

“Shit.”

Vivian nodded. “What now?”

Lorna, now extremely nervous, thought for a second, then shrugged. “I don’t know. It might work out. I’ll have to take my chances and see.” She wondered what else was going to go wrong.

Vivian kissed her on the cheek. “Good luck. I’ll be pulling for you.”

Lorna hugged her and smiled. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

Finally about fifteen very edgy naked women were lined up on the beach and Brooke and Carol were ready to walk down the line, judging each girl’s meat. As they went from candidate to candidate, the two hefted breasts and squeezed hip and thigh meat, finishing by cupping the pubis to check for the meatiness of the prime filet. When each girl turned around, they repeated their examination, squeezing bottom cheeks and backs of thighs. Occasionally, Carol would have a girl bend over so she could get a better look at her prime filet.

Lorna was steeling herself for the inspection as the two women stopped in front of her, but Brooke didn’t do anything. “I already know what your meat’s like, inside and out,” she said with a smile.

“Hi, Lorna,” Carol said dryly. “I’ve checked you a few times, too. Tell you what, just turn around and bend over. I want to check your fillet.”

Lorna did as she was told, putting her hands on her spread knees. “My, Brooke,” she heard Carol say, “you’ve been busy with this one today, haven’t you?” The questing fingers in her vagina and bottom were no surprise. She was being checked for spitting. Things definitely did not look good.

Lorna straightened up with a mild sense of relief as Brooke and Carol moved on down the line. Now…

“YOU!” That was Brooke’s angry voice. Lorna looked, and, sure enough, she was in front of Janet. Her face had the thunderous scowl that marked her “Dangerous Diva” mode. Janet was nervously simpering at her. “How in the HELL did you get here?! No, don’t say a word! I don’t want to know!”

Brooke spun on her heel and walked on down the line, followed by a slightly puzzled Carol, but the rest of the meat inspection was a formality. As soon as she could, Brooke finished and walked back in front of the line of girls and stood there, hands on hips and fuming. “I have to choose two of you today,” she said tightly, her face still set in a frown, “and I’ve made my choices. First, you.”

She was pointing at Janet. Janet screamed and started to turn, but four of the members grabbed her and started to put on leather snap cuffs and a ball gag. “Next,” Brooke said, “I’m choosing…” Lorna saw she was looking directly at her! Here it came! Lorna wanted to throw up.

“BITCH!” The word came out in a scream as Beth lunged from the line and charged Brooke, grabbing her around the neck as the two fell to the sand in a writhing tangle. It took more than four members to separate the two, but Beth was soon separated, cuffed and gagged. Brooked glared at Beth and tried to rearrange her hair with her hands as the woman was pulled away.

Lorna watched the scene, then turned and walked a little distance apart to give herself time for a good case of the shakes. That was it. They only needed two girls to cook and Janet was one of them. She hadn’t anticipated Beth’s attack, just hoped for it, but blessed her for jumping Brooke. Lorna wasn’t sure the attack would happen, but it was a good possibility. Beth seemed very attached to Janet. Attached enough to attack Brooke.

The Society’s rules were unbending. Flight or resistance meant roasting, period, thus literally pulling Lorna out of the cooking fire. Lorna sat down on a dune hillock, nauseous and her head spinning a little.

Vivian was there a few moments later. She sat next to Lorna and pulled the still shaking woman’s head into her shoulder. “There, there, honey, it’s over.”

Lorna cradled her head on Vivian’s shoulder for a few seconds, then took a deep, shaking breath and got control of herself. True. It was over. Even if one more volunteer backed out, the next time Brooke picked a girl for roasting counted as a separate choosing, and Lorna was only liable for four. She’d stood four and survived four. That was it.

She leaned away from Vivian. “Thank you for the support, love,” she said. “I’m okay, now. Besides, there’s things I have to do in a few minutes.”

Lorna eyed Janet’s two remaining girls as they stood there in nervous shock, their eyes wide as they watched their former employer and her assistant get strapped across the spitting frames. The frames were openwork grills, set on legs that were just below hip high on a woman. Beth and Janet were bent over the grills with their shoulders and head off one side. Their wrist cuffs were fastened to the frame’s legs on one end, while their ankles were cuffed to separate legs of the frame on the other end. Both women were squealing loudly through their gags as they were strapped into exactly the best angle for stuffing and spitting. The squeals were going to get louder soon enough, and Lorna smiled at the thought. Sure enough, they did as Carol shoved long, rounded plugs into their butt and pussy to open them up for preparation. Brooke was overseeing the whole operation with a grim face.

Janet was now into a full scale case of the hysterics and Beth was still struggling against her bonds. “Looks like neither one is going to be in a mood to take this easily,” Carol said with a sigh. “Not that I mind, but it’s so much better when I can get them to enjoy it. Okay, ladies, let’s get them drugged up.” Neck injections of a small quantity of sodium pentothal shortly put both women into a dreamy haze. Injections in the neck let the drug reach the brain rapidly. A possible coma and death were a definite chance, but moot at this point. Janet and Beth slowly settled down.

Lorna gave Vivian a quick but deep kiss, then stood up. This time, when she brushed the sand off her butt, the wobble of her cheeks didn’t bother her. With a firm stride, she walked up behind where Janet’s two girls were still standing and staring. She grabbed each one on the upper arm, gently but firmly. “Come on, you two,” she said, her voice hard. “Knowing Janet, those two aren’t your friends, but you’re all they have. You’re going to be there for them during the whole process. Now march.”

Brooke stormed up to her as she deposited the girls. “You planned this!” she raged.

The steel hard look Lorna gave Brooke stopped her dead in her tracks. “Did you think I was just going to bend over and stick my ass up for the spit?”

Brooke froze and her rage drained away as she looked at Lorna. The girl’s face, normally round and pleasant, was as rigid and hard as granite. Brooke suddenly realized that Lorna, plump, juicy, cuddly Lorna was showing a side far more ruthless than any Brooke had ever faced in her life. She backed off a step. “Okay,” Brooke said resignedly, “you’re right. You’re a full member now, and it doesn’t matter how you got that way.”

“There’s more,” Lorna said calmly as she stared straight into Brooke’s eyes, noting the edge of fear in them. “The Society owns the Aldyke Agency now and I want to buy it. The rest of her estate, too. That also makes Janet’s two remaining girls my employees. It’s my right as a full member and I’ll abide by Society terms in the deal.”

Brooke nodded agreement, but Lorna wasn’t through. “You have a new swimwear line coming out this fall. I want to supply the models for the show and catalog.”

Brooke burst out, “But the only girls Aldyke handles are porno models!”

Lorna shook her head calmly. “Not when I’m through with it. Some of those girls can do more than T and A shoots, too. What about it? Deal?”

Brooke thought hard for a moment. “All right. But I want model approval before we start the photo shoot.”

Lorna nodded. “That’s reasonable.”

Brooke looked at Lorna, the new Lorna, tentatively. “Can we still be friends?”

Lorna smiled and took Brooke’s hand. “I slept with you for a year, you know. I had my own reasons, but I like you. I’m my own woman now, but I’ll be in your bed tonight.

“At least until I can get my own place,” she added under her breath as she hugged Brooke with genuine tenderness.

Breaking off from Brooke, Lorna walked around the front of the spitting frames and over to where Janet was strapped. Lifting Janet’s head so she could see her dazed face, mouth full of ball gag, Lorna’s smile was unpleasant. “I know,” she told the slowly squirming Janet, “just exactly what you had planned for me. Hired a good private investigator, so I also know what happens to so many of your girls. Without their will, too. Sorry, I guess things have a way of not quite working out, sometimes. I’ve brought your two other girls. They’re going to be with you until the end. At least you’ll have someone, although you don’t deserve it. Call it something I have to do for myself.”

Looking over the bound Janet to where Carol’s assistants were setting up a small table behind her bare bottom , complete with a large bowl of stuffing, Lorna let her smile grow even more unpleasant. “Looks like things are about to get a lot more interesting for you, too. Enjoy.” She started to let Janet’s head drop., then stopped. “Oh, by the way,” she continued in a conversational tone, “did you know that about half the women on this beach either know you or have been a victim, in one form or another, of your agency? A lot of us are enjoying this.” Then she let her go.

Walking back behind the frame, she stood between Janet’s two still stunned girls as Carol and her assistants withdrew the plugs and began to pack Janet and Beth’s gaping assholes with stuffing. The two recipients began squirming their bottoms and moaning drunkenly through their gags. As Carol and her team finished, Lorna put a hand on the shoulder of each of the women beside her. “Okay,” she said quietly, “here comes the hard part. Go up to their heads and let them know you’re with them. Be gentle, they’ll need it.”

Carol, standing behind Janet’s bent over bottom, took the heavy spit from one of her assistants. Glancing at Lorna, she asked, “Do you want to help me do this? I know you used to work for her, and I also know her reputation.”

Lorna shook her head. “No, just do it cleanly. All I want is for you to save me Janet’s prime cut and a steak from her fat ass.” Reaching over, Lorna softly massaged Janet’s pussy, then let her hand drift up and squeeze a handful of buttock meat, right at the top. Carol nodded without argument. Brooke, she knew, certainly wasn’t going to argue.

“All right, ladies,” Carol said, “let’s get these two spitted. Inserting the point of the spit in Janet’s vagina, Carol and one of her assistants pushed the shaft smoothly through Janet and out her mouth, being held in the right position by two more girls. Beth was done just as smoothly and professionally. Both women were so out of it they did no more than squirm. As Carol and her helper bound the two roasting girls’ legs and arms to the spits, her other two assistants tied up Beth and Janet’s hair so it wouldn’t burn. Carol also used cooking twine to bind Janet’s large breasts together so they wouldn’t flop. Beth’s breasts weren’t large enough for it to be a problem.

After that, it was only a few moments before the spitted girls were mounted on the supports and beginning to turn over the coals as several of the assistant cooks started heavily basting them with olive oil and spices. Janet’s two remaining girls were still with them. One reached out her hand and trailed gently across Janet’s stomach as she rotated, despite the heat of the coals. Both girls were entranced at the supreme eroticism of the sight.

Watching them, Lorna’s attitude mellowed. “Come here, girls,” she called. When they were in front of her, she said, “You belong to me now, because I own the Agency. You’ll continue to work for me. Do a good job and I’ll be good to you. You still have three more choosings to survive, but you might make it, and the Society takes care of its members.”

She stopped and thought for a moment. “You know,” she said pensively, “I don’t even know your names… That doesn’t matter right now. Just do what you want to and join me when Janet and Beth are served. We’ll sit together and get to know each other then.” She dismissed them and went off in search of Vivian. She enjoyed the sight of the two roasting women, but it brought up urges that she wanted satisfied. If she knew Vivian, her best friend would be more than happy to help satisfy those urges.

Dinner was served in the late afternoon on trestle tables set up near the dunes. Lorna got her requested portions of Janet and made sure that Jaqui and Sue, her two new employees, also got slices of their former employer. Taking her girls to one of the table benches, Lorna deposited her plate, sat down and took a long sip of wine. “Eat up,” she said, glancing at Jaqui and Sue. “That damned Janet wouldn’t have had any problems if it was you on her plate.”

Sue was still hesitant, but Jaqui said in a slightly strained voice, “You’re right. I wonder if she wasn’t planning to eat us all along, after she got anything she could out of us.”

Sue stared at her plate, then looked up, and, her voice slightly shaky, replied, “You know, I’ve never met anyone else that worked for her. You’re probably right.”

After that, all three dug in with an appetite. Lorna felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around to look, it was a woman she didn’t know, with a handsome face, a buzz cut and the hard, athletic body that went with it. Lorna recognized her as a sports physician that also worked with pro football teams. “Hi,” she said. “I know these two belong to you, but I’ve really been admiring this one’s plump little ass. Can I borrow her to play with after dinner?”

She placed a hand on an uneasy Sue’s shoulder. “No rough stuff,” Lorna replied.

The woman snarled. “I knew Janet. Don’t worry. I like to have sex with a partner, not play with a toy.” Sue looked a little more at ease and slightly interested. That decided Lorna. She nodded.

Vivian settled in next to Lorna as the woman strolled happily away. “I see you’re already networking with the full members,” she said humorously.

“Not really the way I want to,” Lorna replied. Looking at Sue, she asked, “Is it okay with you? And don’t agree just because I said so!”

Hesitantly, Sue nodded. “Can I tell her no if I decide to?”

“Yes!”

Sue smiled. “All right. I haven’t had sex with anyone but Janet and the other girls for so long, it ought to be interesting.”

Vivian smiled at the exchange between the two women. Looking at Lorna, she commented, “That’s my girl. Ruthless, I’ll have to admit, but nice enough for all that.” She slid over on the bench to press her soft naked hip against Lorna’s bare skin.

Lorna grinned. “When you’re built like us, it takes more than just getting in line and hoping to survive.”

Vivian nodded as she sliced into her steak. “And surviving is important.”

Lorna took another bite and nodded thoughtfully. “Important. I haven’t thought about anything else but surviving for the last year.”

Pensively, she added, “And I survived.”

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No, just underhanded and ruthless when it comes to survival. Sweet girl, normally. ;)

Leo

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