Lilith 03: Picking Dinner by Leo

Picking Dinner

by Leo

The four naked women in the pool interested Carol, but her current interest wasn’t actually sexual. “Ladies,” she called, “out on the patio and line up.”

As the four now nervous women got out of the pool, a characteristic became apparent. Like Carol and her two assistants, they were totally nude. Unlike them, they had their pubic area shaved completely smooth. The reason was simple. This was Carol’s place and she and her two assistants were the cooks. The four women were meat girls, and they knew why they were here at her house in the Florida Keys.

Carol had decided it was time to replenish the meat stock in the cooler. One of these four was going to be spitted and roasting over the coals soon. As they tensely lined up, Carol’s mind made a distinct attitudinal shift. The women were no longer individual personalities, or even beautiful bodies. They were simply meat on the hoof, to be appraised for texture and content. Her meat inspection was done with all the professional impersonal appraisal of the master chef choosing dinner that Carol actually was. Who she’d slept with last night was far away in another world.

As she walked down the line studying the four naked females, she fell into her regular routine for meat evaluation. Breasts were given a perfunctory heft, or squeeze in the case of the Uruguayan girl, Ines. Breasts were very rich, but mostly fat and glands, not really top quality meat. Carol preferred to prepare them as dessert or use them in a stuffing. With the exception of the arms, which got a careful appraisal, most of the meat on a woman was from the waist down and all four of these women had nice meaty hips with legs to match. Carol ran her hand across each belly to check tone and meat content, following that with a gentle squeeze of the plump pussy mound. Inner thighs, some of the best meat on a woman, weren’t neglected, either.

“All right, ladies” Carol calmly ordered, “turn around and bend over.” As the girls did, she gave each visible pussy a searching glance, noting whose was damp with excitement. Yep, Heather’s was by far the best cunt steak on display, with a nice layer of thick tender meat surrounding well shaped inner lips. However… “Okay, straighten up and legs together.”

Carol carefully squeezed each soft pair of buttocks, shaking them slightly, then let her hands roam down to the backs of the thighs. Plenty of steaks and roasts here. Finally, she said, “Turn around.”

Four sets of quivering, wide eyes stared at her in apprehension as she made her decision. “Ruth, go with Candy to the house.” Ruth was a big girl and there was enough meat on her to keep everyone fed for some time to come. “Candy,” Carol said to her assistant, “get her cleaned out and I’ll be in shortly to get her stuffed and spitted. Alice, go get the fire pit started. I want to get Ruth started cooking as soon as possible.”

As Candy gently took the resigned and subdued Ruth’s arm and led her to the house, the three surviving meat girls went shakily off to sit by themselves for a little while. Alone among the three, Briana felt disappointed. Oh, well, she consoled herself, Ruth ought to be delicious.

Lorna entered the lobby of the fashionable art deco hotel in South Beach carrying her little overnight bag and glad to be out of Miami’s sweltering summer heat. Her light, low cut summer dress really wasn’t much help against the temperature, but it was every bit as fashionable as the clothes worn by other, slimmer women. She was always conscious of the fact she was exceptionally well built, with a solid figure that stopped just short of plump, but still very firm. Somewhat short to begin with, she was glad of the extra few inches lent her by her high heeled wooden beach clogs.

Sighing mentally, she once again resigned herself to the fact that she would never be one of the sleek, predatory, hardbodied models that infested South Beach. Oh, she’d been a model, all right, just not a fashion model. Mostly her previous work had involved no clothing at all.

Then she brightened up. Now, the thing that was really getting fat wasn’t her delectable butt, but her bank account. As the new owner of the Aldyke Agency, she found herself with the hottest gimmick and most profitable property in a city that lived by hot gimmicks and profit. Since buying the Agency from the Society of Lillith after the previous owner was roasted for the Lillith Beach Fest two months ago, she was pursuing an entirely new business plan for the agency. Most of her clients were former T&A models from the better skin magazines that wanted a legitimate career. The photographers and their clients loved the girls because their histories lent an air of adventurous sexuality to the shoot, as well as the fact that the models were perfectly willing to take any kind of direction without any attitude or inhibitions. Instant success. Besides, many of the girls were old friends from the soft-core porno business. She liked helping them.

After talking to the snooty desk clerk and ignoring a few blatant stares from various patrons, male and female, at her abundant figure, she was given the key to Vivian’s room. Vivian normally stayed over at Lorna’s plush apartment a few blocks away, but she’d said this visit was her treat. Ergo, Lorna was now going to spend the weekend sleeping with her best friend in the most fashionable hotel in South Beach. As he handed her the key, the clerk said, “Ms. Pardon has left a message that she will be at the roof pool. She asks that you change and join her.”

Lorna nodded and gave him a pleasant smile. The guy really wasn’t half bad looking in a way-too-fashionable sort of way. Like most of the Society, Lorna was happily bisexual. At the moment, though, women were her primary interest for a number of reasons. Off to the room and change.

Walking out onto the pool deck with a sarong wrapped around her bikini and her pool bag dangling by its straps from her left hand, Lorna spotted Vivian in one of the loungers on the other side of the pool. She started to wave, but Vivian was lying on her stomach, apparently dozing. It took a second, harder look to make sure she wasn’t nude. Finally, Lorna noticed a thin cord around her waist and a second cord that descended from it to disappear between Vivian’s plush buttocks. The top was untied and lying on the concrete next to the lounger.

Lorna grinned. Her own bikini was almost as minimal, covering her nipples and some of her pubis, including the small thatch of pubic hair she’d regrown after becoming a full member of the Lillith Society, but it was also a thong that exposed almost all of her own magnificent butt. Trust Vivian to wear even less than she did, even at the pool! Both women enjoyed the freedom of nudity in private, but Vivian loved to show off. She had plenty to show off, Lorna reflected. The woman had the most voluptuous body she’d ever seen, but totally without any flab anywhere.

Walking around the pool to Vivian’s lounger, Lorna called out, “Hey, lazy.”

Vivian looked around at her friend. “Hello, yourself. Aren’t you a bit overdressed for the weather?”

Lorna grinned and unwrapped her sarong, revealing her bikini. “How about now?”

Vivian made a show of carefully studying the almost-nudity on display, then nodded, “Better. Turn around.”

As Lorna rotated to present her backside for inspection, Vivian commented, “Still overdressed. I can see a little cloth just above your cheeks. We need to work on those inhibitions, girl.”

Lorna happily settled into the lounger next to Vivian’s. “Gee, it’s nice to have a weekend off.”

Vivian rose up onto her elbows, almost totally exposing her breasts. “Make that two weekends. I’ll be here next weekend, too. Right now I’m between projects. The bank balance is in good shape, so I thought I’d enjoy a little of this magnificent South Florida weather. Thought I’d go down to Carol’s place in the Keys and see who’s cooking. Want to come along?”

Lorna frowned slightly. “I’m seeing a lot more womaneating these days than I used to. Oh, I know it’s legal now and, to be honest, I do like the taste. At some of the parties I’ve been to, they had a whole roasted girl as the centerpiece. At a couple of the wilder ones, they tried to get female guests to volunteer, and one crazy broad actually went for it! I had to think a bit before I accepted a piece of her.”

Vivian shrugged. “Considering that you now belong to the Society of Lillith, who makes a habit out of picking from the candidate members for the main meal at cookouts, you ought to be getting used to it.”

The Society of Lillith was an underground power organization of women. It was well known in knowledgeable circles that the Society provided its members with routes and assistance to power and wealth. Becoming a candidate was easy - simply be recommended by a full member. However, candidates had to attend four quarterly Beach Festivals at a private Caribbean island. At these Fests, four women were always cooked to feed the group as a whole. If enough volunteers weren’t forthcoming, and there never were enough, candidates were lined up and whatever number was necessary chosen to roast. Every candidate took four chances at ending up on the spit before they became full members. A lot of candidates got off on the rush of the life or death chance they took in the choosing. Still, many made it, but there were always some that didn’t.

Vivian was a past president of the Society. Brooke, Lorna’s former lover, was the current president. She was also the one that had chosen the girls to cook while Lorna was a candidate member. That, and a conniving, ruthless plot on Lorna’s part, accounted for why a woman so succulent and meaty was now a full member of the Society, instead of a fond memory of an excellent meal.

Lorna rolled over on her stomach and undid her top like Vivian before replying. “Oh, I suppose so. I guess it’s just that I was almost that main meal four times in the last year. It gives me a sensitivity to the girl on the spit. I keep thinking that could be me rotating over the coals.”

“Don’t lose that sensitivity, Lorna,” Vivian smiled. “It’s one reason I like you so much. You have a heart.

“Unlike some others,” she continued with a growl.

Lorna looked at her sharply. “Not Brooke! That’s not who you mean, is it?”

Vivian shook her head. “Diva, yes, but Brooke’s not heartless. The problem is our Society president’s term is coming to an end. Germain Greerson has let it be know she’s going to run for the position. Know her?”

“Know her?” Lorna snarled. “I’ll tell you what she said the first time I met her at a Fest!”

In a high, affected voice, Lorna mimicked, “MY, don’t you just look TASTY.”

In a more normal voice, she continued, “I got as far away from her as fast as I could.”

“Smart move,” Vivian replied. “Gerry got through her candidate year by starving herself, and she was pretty slim to begin with. She wouldn’t have made a good soup bone. She always brings candidates barely out of their teens or some real slut or another, obviously not Society material, just cooking girls. Brooke and I both used to pick them at choosings just to keep those dumb broads from becoming full members. Carol threw away so many gel packs, she finally had to tell Gerry not to bring any more girls with boob jobs. She still pursues her old tricks and any girl that looks like we do is in real danger if she gets the presidency. Gerry makes Janet Van Dyke look like a Girl Scout. Gerry’s cunning and ruthless.”

Vivian gave her friend a piercing look. “Almost as much as you are.”

Lorna started to reply, but her cell phone chose that moment to sound off from the depths of her pool bag. It was Jaqui at the agency and there was some minor flap with one of the photographers.

While Lorna busied herself straightening out the problem, Vivian studied her friend and thought hard.

Lorna finally finished, “…just tell him if he takes that rate, I’ll find two other girls for the shoot that won’t break his bank. He’ll bite.” She closed the phone and turned to Vivian to reply to the earlier comment about her ruthlessness.

Vivian struck first. “I think you’d be an outstanding president, Lorna. At least we’d be sure the girls you pick were fairly chosen, and there wouldn’t be any other shenanigans. I’m pretty sure Gerry’d like to try and turn you and me into ‘volunteers’ for the spit. Believe me, I’ve held the office and there’s any number of tricks the president could use to create a volunteer out of a full member if she desired. Mostly, though, the president has been a woman like Brook or me that plays by the spirit of the rules. Trust me. If Brooke, for instance, wanted to get rid of a full member, she could do it. Not legally, but it could be done. Hell, Gerry’s made no secret of the fact she’d love to get me on the spit. That means you’re in danger, too. We’d have to be on the alert every moment she was president.”

That stopped Lorna’s shocked refusal of Vivian’s idea. She’d just finished a year of worrying about having her pussy on a serving platter. She had no desire to spend the next few years right back in the same fix. “Isn’t there another candidate?”

Vivian shook her head. “No. Everyone’s scared of her and that gaggle of hangers-on she’s managed to assemble. It would have to be someone that’s willing to take her on, and I can’t run again after having been president. You’re about the only hope the decent women in the Society have got.”

Lorna was lost in thought for a few moments. “I don’t know if I could walk down a line of girls and pick the ones to cook.” Her tone said it was a consideration, not an automatic refusal.

“Well,” Vivian replied, “there’s only one way to find out. We’ll go to Carol’s place next weekend. Even take Jaqui and Sue if you want to. You can pick out the girl we’ll cook. If you can do it, okay. If you can’t, nobody will hold it against you, but we’ve got to figure out something else to do. There’s only a few months to the election.

“Personally,” she added, “I think you’d make a fine president. Up to you, girl. Want to try?”

Slowly, Lorna nodded her head.

As they headed down the little causeway to Carol’s island in the Keys, Lorna’s mind was still fixated on the task ahead of her, choosing which girl was going to be cooked. Vivian was driving, while Jaqui and Sue, the two assistants Lorna had inherited when she’d bought the Aldyke Agency, were happily chattering away at each other in the back seat. Lorna was ignoring the scenery as well as the noise from in back and Vivian’s occasional conversational sally while she mulled over all the aspects of the situation.

Could she choose a girl, knowing whoever she chose was going to be spitted and roasted for the Fest cookout? Could she live with herself afterward? How did Brooke, and Vivian before her, do it? To tell the truth, she liked to eat the meat, but wasn’t sure if she could take the responsibility of picking who got cooked. She supposed that made her a hypocrite.

On the other hand, she was now convinced she was the only reasonable alternative to Gerry Greerson as Society president. That took a good few hours of conversation between herself and Vivian, but she was certain now. She was even sure of Vivian’s claim that Gerry would do her best to have both her and Vivian served up on a platter. That made her decision a matter of survival as well as ethics in how the choosing was conducted. Oh, Lorna was adult enough to know that the choice of the girl for roasting was often subjective. Hell, Brooke was notorious for picking women like Janet Van Dyke that had really pissed her off. Although, if the truth were known, Janet was a liar, a swindler and an arrogant bitch that thought nothing of cooking any girl she took a mind to eat, and it didn’t matter a damn if the girl was remotely willing or not. Lorna had to admit to a tremendous satisfaction as she watched Janet’s curvaceous form turning pink over the coals at the last Fest. For that matter, most of the rest of the women enjoyed it, for the same reason as Lorna.

So, Janet she could do with no problem. How about those two in the back seat? Could she choose one of them if it turned out they were best qualified? It wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t. She knew both Jaqui and Sue had beautiful, delicious looking bodies. The two lived with her, and clothing was optional in Lorna’s apartment, since she never wore anything at home, anyway. Although she’d inherited the her two assistants when she’d bought the agency, the girls weren’t forced to comply with any of her habits. Lorna just wasn’t that kind of person, but the girls liked to skin down anyhow. They’d both tried to invite themselves into Lorna’s bed, too, but been refused. It wasn’t any dislike on her part, but she didn’t feel right having sex with a woman she might end up eating. So, could she pick one of them for the spit?

Another thought crossed her mind. “Vivian,” she asked, “how many girls will Carol have for me to choose from?”

“Three,” Vivian replied. “Carol always has some on hand. As well as being a damn good cook, she likes the meat, so she always has some stock.”

“How does she get them?” Lorna asked, slightly fascinated.

“Oh, she’s a registered Kevorkian.”

“She’s a Vorkie?” Lorna asked in surprise.

Vivian nodded. “A licensed executioner, too, so she gets a lot of stock for free. She also buys girls from South American importers. I was told she had one on hand.”

Lorna mulled that over for the rest of the trip, along with her other thoughts.

After passing through the electronic gates, Vivian pulled up in front of a typical Florida island house. It was white frame, single story, built on raised cinderblock pilings, had a screened porch and was surrounded by low growing palmettos. The owner was out front to meet them. Lorna assumed privacy was total, since Carol was totally nude except for beach sandals. Lorna further assumed everyone was going to be undressed the same way in a short time. Great!

After a welcoming kiss and hug for everyone, Carol, swung her hand to encompass the five nude women that had come out of the house to meet the visitors. Pointing to each one in turn, she said, “Gang, this is Candy and Alice, you know my assistant chefs anyway, and Ines, Heather and Briana.” She didn’t mention what the last three did, but they all had shaved pussies, so it was obvious they were meat girls.

Lorna was going to have to choose one of them for tomorrow’s dinner. Lorna noticed Heather wore a small black strap around her neck, in a style matching a bracelet on Carol’s wrist. That looked like an electronic collar, used to control possibly dangerous prisoners. Heather must be here under sentence of execution, and the collar would ensure she was compliant to anything Carol wanted. Carol’s bracelet could do anything from generate excruciating pain, through paralysis, to kill. Lorna had to admit the innocuous looking strap was frightening thing.

Another nude figure came out of the house. At the sight of the woman, Lorna let out a pleased squeal, “Brooke.”

As the two hugged enthusiastically, Brooke replied, “Yep. very much in the flesh.”

With her arms still around Lorna, Brooke leaned back and looked her in the eye. “Vivian called and told me what was going on, so I thought I’d come down and give you a little support. Are you sure you’re up to this, baby?”

Lorna took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?”

As the group entered the house, the three meat girls gave Lorna unobtrusive, quizzical glances. All three were slightly nervous, since they knew why she was here. One of them was going to be roasting on a spit, tomorrow.

After an excellent dinner, a now nude Lorna pushed her plate away with a sigh of satisfaction. “Boy, that was good,” she complimented Carol and received a pleased smile in return.

“That was Ruth,” Carol replied. “Actually, I’m kind of glad we’re going to do this. With the size of this crowd, there won’t be enough left of her good cuts to feed everyone after breakfast and lunch. I’m going to have to roast one of my meat girls, anyhow.”

To change the subject, Lorna looked out at the immense fire pit Carol normally used to whole roast a woman. She thought earlier it was a little large just to cook steaks and chops for the group and, now that the coals were starting to die down, Carol’s assistants were setting up two sets of rotating spit machinery, and a small grill at one end of the pit. “What’s going on? I thought we weren’t planning to cook anyone tonight?”

Carol smiled. “Custom of the house and a little surprise for you. A little after-dinner cooked pussy for dessert. It’s role playing, nobody actually gets roasted, but the girls come off alive, wiggly and with just about the juiciest pussy you ever tasted.”

She pointed to a pair of peculiar spits on a nearby cook’s table. “Those are the spits we’ll use. See the soft plastic vibrators on the fork about half way down? Well, those are actually electric tinglers. Two girls face each other on the table, I put the pole between them and the tinglers up their pussies, then tie their hands behind the back of the girl in front of them. Finish binding them together, then on the coals they go for a ride that can’t be described, only experienced. When they come off, some lucky woman gets to eat one of the juiciest pussies ever, still attached to a lively, excited and usually pretty noisy girl. Want to try a ride?”

Lorna shied like a filly at a snake. “Uh, no. Maybe some other time.”

Vivian smiled. “It’s fun, honey. I’ve done it a time or three.” Lorna looked slightly stunned.

Brooke also smiled at her. “I have, too. I’m going to do it tonight, and I want you to be the one that gets my pussy.” A flustered Lorna blushed and nodded her acceptance.

Surprisingly, Jaqui spoke up. “Can Sue and I go for a ride?”

Carol nodded. “That’s three. One more for the spit and either Alice or Candy gets to sit on the grill. Who goes? Briana?”

Briana beamed a smiling acceptance. “Super!”

Heather and Ines’s reactions were considerably more complex. There was enjoyment at the prospect of the sexual game, a little relief at not being the girl on the spit, even in play, and something else. The two were still nervously eyeing Carol, Lorna, Vivian and Brooke. The four women were the alpha females that were possibly going to eat them. Carol was certainly going to eat them, the only question being when. The two had the nervous skittishness and vulnerability of prey surrounded by predators.

Lorna wasn’t consciously aware of what they were thinking, since she still didn’t consider herself a predator, although she responded on a deeper level. Carol, Vivian and Brooke, on the other hand, were fully aware of the two meat girls’ discomfort, and found it very sexually stimulating. It added to the enjoyment of the little game they were about to play.

As Brooke got up and walked to the cook table, Lorna studied her nude body, completely on display. A well known international swimsuit model, Brooke had about the most perfect figure Lorna had ever seen. Already well known before she’d joined the Society, it had helped Brooke go from working for a major manufacturer to having her own line. Briana, the girl that went to join her at the table, was almost as perfectly formed, with honey blonde hair and slightly slanted eyes that gave her face an exotic cast. Carol, the third woman at the table, was more rounded, with slightly larger breasts and hips, emphasized by a smaller waist. Once again, Lorna felt a momentary pang of jealousy and sighed, recognizing the feeling. Plush she was, and plush she’d remain.

The two beautiful naked women lay down on the table facing each other and waited for Carol to put them on the spit. After lubricating the tinglers, Carol and her assistant carried the heavy spit to the table. She called out, “Okay, ladies, cock those upper legs and let me see your sweet little pussies.”

Both women did as ordered, and Carol carefully placed the shaft of the spit between them, with the two tinglers at the mouths of their cunts. Brooke and Briana shifted their hips carefully on the table, aligning and setting themselves on the tinglers, then Carol gently pushed the spit forward, simultaneously inserting both tinglers fully into the women. The tinglers were mounted on the spit close enough that the women found themselves pressing their pubic areas and bellies firmly together. After that, Carol tied Brooke’s hands behind the other woman’s back, then did the same for Briana. Then she tightly bound their waists, thighs, ankles and chests together. A fixture was slid up the spit shaft and tightened down to give Brooke and Briana a place to brace their feet. Then a lifting arm was swung over, chains looped over the ends of the spit, and the spitted women were smoothly lifted onto the rotisserie to begin rotating over the coals. Jaqui and Sue were quickly and professionally given the same treatment.

As they started to react to the tinglers and the heat, all four women began squirming, moaning, then squealing loudly. “Nothing squeals like a girl on a spit, “Carol commented, then began basting the girls with olive oil to keep them from singeing.

Lorna felt herself reacting to the sight and the sounds coming from the rotating spits. She squirmed uncomfortably on her chair for a moment, then felt Vivian’s questing fingers working their way between her thighs. “It gets to me, too, “Vivian said softly into her ear. “Why don’t I help you and you help me?”

“Look at the others,” Vivian giggled. Lorna saw that Ines and Heather were bent over the table with Candy and Alice’s faces buried in their bottoms, well into the spirit of the occasion. Carol was simply standing next to the spits, watching the beautiful oily bodies as they rotated and squirmed, gently stroking herself with a slow rhythm.

After three or so loud orgasms each, the four women were brought back to the cook table and the spits extracted. Each one, still quivering and moaning, was rolled on her back onto a large platter. After the formerly spitted girls pulled their legs back to expose their cunts, Candy and Alice brought the platters to the tables and set them in front of the eager diners. Lorna got Brooke, Vivian got Briana, Carol took Jaqui and the two meat girls shared Sue. The squeals returned and rapidly turned into real screams as the diners enthusiastically made a meal of the sopping pussies.

While this was going on, Candy coated April’s pussy with a nerve stimulant, tied her wrists, then helped her get seated on the grill to broil her pussy directly. The grill was a special ceramic, coated with volcanic pumice so it wouldn’t conduct heat. All April was going to feel was the heat of the coals on her already juicing pussy. By the time April was done, Carol had recovered enough to help remove her from the grill and get her situated so that Candy could also have a nice meal.

Looking at the exhausted Brooke, Carol commented wryly, “Talk about a Happy Meal.”

That night, Vivian and Lorna entered the bedroom to find Brooke already fast asleep on the oversized bed. Lorna smiled. “Looks like she’s already had it for today.”

Vivian answered, “It gets you that way. The times I’ve taken a ride, I’ve been so drained after everything was over I was good for nothing until the next day. I’m serious, by the way. You ought to try it. Think of riding the spit in roleplay as an amusement park ride for women that like to eat women. It’s super sexy and takes it out of you like nothing else I’ve ever done.”

“You know,” Lorna said thoughtfully, “I asked Jaqui why she and Sue volunteered. I mean, they could be chosen for the main course at a Beach Fest cookout next time we go. It seemed a little bizarre to me, almost like tempting fate.”

“What did she say?”

“Jaqui said they’d seen plenty of girls on the spit and always wondered what they were feeling, especially since they seemed to be having such intense sexual reactions, and wanted to find out. This way, they could feel what it was like but know they weren’t in danger. Now they want me to try to rig up something at the apartment. They both want to do it again.,” Lorna said with a bit of mild surprise. “Looks like I’m going to be cooking women on a regular basis. I really don’t mind as long as the girls are having fun.”

Vivian sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. “Well, you get to choose one to cook for real, tomorrow. Still gonna try it?”

Lorna sat next to her and nodded determinedly. “Yes. After thinking about it, I’ve got good enough reasons to see this thing through. I’ve had my detective agency looking into Gerry, and you were right. Not only is she a conniving, dangerous bitch, she keeps talking about plans she has after the election. We’re all in trouble if she gets the presidency. If I pick the girls, at least I’ll try to be as fair as possible. I’ve just got to know I can do it, is all.”

Vivian nodded. “You’re a sweet kid, Lorna, even if you are as ruthless as hell at times. I understand. Now I think we need to get some sleep.”

Lorna nodded agreement, then dimpled, “Okay, but I get to be in the middle.”

The midmorning sun was already hot when Lorna called for the girls to line up next to the pool. Carol’s meat girls nervously came forward and got in line. Looking at Jaqui and Sue, Lorna said, “You two, also.” As the two surprised and suddenly worried women walked past her to the line, she added, “This will count as one of your three remaining choosings if I become president. Of course, if I don’t, all bets are off.”

She’d deliberately planned on including Jaqui and Sue in the group back when she’d asked them to join her at Carol’s. If she got the presidency, she was going to have to judge them for the spit anyway, so best start now. If including her two live-in assistants made it harder for her to pick a girl, hard was what she wanted. If she could do this, she could do her job as Society president.

From Jaqui and Sue’s standpoint, this turn of event was unexpected but nothing they could do anything about. The contract Janet Van Dyke had slipped in on them was ironclad and grandfathered to Lorna when she bought the agency. In the fine print, it made them virtual slaves of the agency and allowed the owner to cook them whenever desired. Even before Lorna took over, both girls were totally conditioned that the word of the owner was law. That didn’t mean they had to like the idea. Besides, Lorna said this would count as one of their three remaining choosings. If they survived, there would only be two more nerve wracking sessions to get through.

Lorna stood eyeing the five edgy, uncomfortable women as they stared back at her with wide, worried eyes. How in hell was she going to do this? She had to do it if she was going to be president of the Society of Lillith, both to make sure things were fair and to protect herself from Gerry. It was a matter of survival. Survival, hmm.

Suddenly, she was looking at the five girls not as people, but as meat on the hoof, to be graded and measured for dinner. Her face became expressionless as her eyes roamed over their naked bodies appraisingly.

Starting down the line, she came to Sue first. She spent a moment hefting the blonde’s two large breasts, but not too much time. Fun to play with, but not too much meat. Sue’s upper arms were firm and well muscled when she squeezed them. The forearms, too. Her belly was soft and smooth, not hard muscled. The meat here ought to be tender, with enough fat to make a good breakfast cut. Her hairless pubis was also soft and plump with plenty of meat around the pussy . A good cunt steak. The inner thighs were tender and well fleshed.

Turning the girl around, Lorna took a moment to run her hand over Sue’s back, before proceeding to her bottom. The buttocks hefted nicely. Squeezing them, Lorna felt there was enough meat here for several good steaks, possibly a very succulent roast. Her thighs also showed good promise. All in all, Sue looked delicious. She could feed this whole crowd with enough left over for several days.

Lorna went down the line, judging each girl the same way. She felt the wetness in Briana’s cunt, but didn’t comment on it. Finally, she stepped back and said, “All right, ladies, turn around, spread your legs and bend over.”

After the five women did as they were told, Lorna carefully eyed each exposed pussy, as well as the thighs and buttocks surrounding it. She was looking at the meat surrounding the cunt, the roundness of the buttocks and the backs of the thighs.

Heather had a very nice cunt steak, she noticed, rather firmer than Sue’s. Her buttocks were full and plump, with excellent thighs below them. As the women straightened up and turned around, Lorna examined her more closely. Heather had a slightly coarse face and obviously dyed hair.

Thinking back to her examination, Lorna remembered the texture of Heather’s belly, buttocks and inner thighs. Really, her meat was better than Sue’s. She studied both women carefully, ignoring the nervous fear in their wide eyes. Both girls knew they were finalists, and both wished the other one would get the nod.

“Okay,” she said as she made her decision, “Heather, you go with Candy. The rest of you are free to go.” Heather was momentarily stunned, her face showing the shock for a few seconds, then she sighed and walked with Candy to the house. The rest of the girls let out pent up breath and wandered away in different directions. Vivian, Brooke and Carol walked up to Lorna. “I want to see all of this,” Lorna told Carol, her face set.

Carol nodded. “Give Candy a few minutes to get started, then we’ll go in. Want a drink?” Lorna nodded and accepted a glass of wine from Vivian.

By the time they walked into the house, Lorna was more relaxed. She’d finished one glass of wine, and was carrying another. She still didn’t like to choose the girl for dinner, but she loved the taste of girl meat and enjoyed watching the process. Normally, that was. Now she was going to watch a girl being prepared she, herself, had chosen for the spit. Lorna wondered if the contradiction made her a hypocrite. Hypocrite or survival, and maybe the survival of some other women that only wanted an even chance. Well, if she was a hypocrite, then so be it. Survival.

In a large room off the kitchen, Heather was lying on her side on what looked like a doctor’s examining table, with a thick enema tube disappearing between her plump buttocks. Candy was standing behind Heather, stroking the mildly uncomfortable girl’s belly. Carol walked up to the table and gently kissed Heather’s upturned face. “Sorry about this, honey,” she said, “but you knew it was going to happen.”

Heather nodded ruefully. “Yeah, I knew. I suppose I knew it the minute I blew that guy’s head off in the bank. At least you guys are being a hell of a lot nicer than they would be back in prison.”

Carol smiled. “We’re going to be nicer, yet. Strange as it sounds, I can make this enjoyable and I will.”

Candy patted Heather’s stomach. “She’s full.”

Carol waved towards a door leading off the room. “Okay, Heather, in there. Come back when you’re clean.”

Heather did as she was told, waddling out the door with the discomfort of all the water in her. She was back shortly, and Carol told her, “Okay, up on the spitting table.”

Before she did, Candy took her in a full embrace and the two kissed, long and gently. When they broke apart, Candy took a moment to tie up Heather’s hair to keep it from burning over the pit. Then Heather lay on her back on the spitting table, spreading her legs and placing her heels in raised stirrups of the kind used for gynecological examinations. Carol brought a steel bowl filled with stuffing made from some of Ruth’s parts, including one of her breasts, and placed it on a nearby stand. “I’m going to stuff your pussy, Heather, because I want to spit you up the ass. Your cunt steak is so choice, I want to rotisserie broil it to bring out the flavor.”

Heather nodded, but she didn’t really care at this point. She grunted slightly when Carol inserted a speculum to open up her cunt, then lay stoically quiet as Carol proceeded to spoon stuffing into her. Carol pushed the last little bit in with her fingers, then stood back. “There, that’s done.”

Heather moaned slightly. “Oh, it feels like I have a watermelon in there.”

Smiling, Carol reached for the girl’s pussy and began to stroke it gently. “I’m sue it does. Let me make you feel a little better about it.”

Heather began to moan and writhe. “Oh, what are you DOING?”, she cried.

“Marinating the stuffing,” Carol replied with a grin. “It’ll improve the flavor.” She continued to stroke the excited woman until loud moans and a clenching gut proclaimed her orgasm.

Candy wheeled a machine up to the base of the table between Heather’s upraised legs. To Lorna’s eyes, it looked like some sort of mechanical pump, with a large cooking spit projecting through it so that it stuck out both ends of the machine. The point of the spit was a little peculiar, too. Sharply pointed, of course, but the head was pear shaped instead of the standard spire shape. She looked a question at Carol, who understood. “I really prefer to do mechanical spitting when I’m not on the beach,” she replied. “It’s easier, smoother and cleaner and doesn’t hurt the girl as much. We’ll set the point up her ass, flip the switch, and she’ll be done in a couple of minutes. Then all we have to do is tie her down, flip her onto a platter and take her out to the pit.”

Lorna nodded at the explanation. She watched with fascinated interest as Candy inserted the point of the spit up Heather’s ass. The reason for the shape became clear when she realized Heather couldn’t involuntarily expel a point shaped like that before the machine was turned on. As it slowly entered Heather, she began to squirm slightly, but lay as quiet as she could. The only thing showing her feelings was her tightly clenched hands on the edge of the spitting table. When the spit was halfway through, Heather raised up momentarily and looked at the shaft extending from her bottom. “It’s like I was being buttfucked by King Kong,” she gasped, then lay back down. After a moment, she laid her head back off the edge of the table and opened her mouth. The point of the spit shortly emerged, followed by several more feet of the ventilated steel shaft.

It was the work of only a few moments to tie her hands and legs to the spit, then roll her on to the large platter waiting on the serving cart next to the table. As Heather was wheeled out to the cooking pit, Carol and Lorna followed.

Still quivering slightly in Jaqui’s arms, Sue watched the procession with Heather emerge from the house. As the hoist lifted the spitted woman onto the rotisserie stand, she shuddered. “That was almost me,” she murmured to Jaqui, still slightly shaky.

“Well it wasn’t,” Jaqui told her comfortingly. “You and I have both made it through our second choosing if Lorna becomes Society president, which I hope to hell she does.”

Sue shook her head. “You don’t understand. I saw the way she looked at me. I’m just pussy waiting to go on a plate to her. She’ll pick me next choosing, for sure, if she doesn’t decide to cook me sooner.”

Jaqui gave her a little squeeze. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Enjoy everything until the Fest. Who knows? Something might happen. Both Lorna and Vivian made it through all four choosings, after all. If they can do it, built like they are, I’m sure we can.”

Sue brightened. “Hey, that’s right! Maybe I will!”

Jaqui looked down at her and smiled. “Sure you will, honey.” In the back of her mind, though, Jaqui doubted it. She, too, had seen the way Lorna looked at Sue. Jaqui had no doubts that she, herself, was going to make it all the way to full membership, but things didn’t look good for smooth, pretty, curvy, none-to-bright little Sue of the delicious looking pussy. Absently, she ran her hands over Sue as she held her. Her meat was really very tender, actually.

With Heather now turning over the coals, Carol began to baste her with a mixture of olive oil and spices. Since the spit up her ass threw Heather’s cunt forward and made it accessible, Carol trailed an oily brush across it every time it came within reach, causing the woman to convulse with yet another orgasm, squirming of the spit. The seasoned oil caused her to glisten over the coals, with flickering highlights over her skin. Carol occasionally used her cooking fork to test the tender meat of a soft buttock or succulent thigh as they slowly rotated, judging how the girl was cooking.

As Lorna looked on, she realized there was little or nothing of Heather’s rather coarse appearance left. Now, she looked splendid, a rotating sculpture of the female form fit for a gallery. Lorna decided she frequently found spitted women to be esthetically beautiful. That’s a hell of a way to look your best, she decided.

When she was sure heat stroke had finally gotten Heather, Carol took her down to get the parts she wanted to finish grilling for the group. When she had Heather situated on a large carving platter with the spit removed, Carol let everyone, starting with Lorna, pick the parts they wanted. Even Sue overcame her apprehensions enough to choose a hip cutlet.

Lorna was served Heather’s plump pussy over a steak from one of her buttocks, done medium rare. As she enjoyed the tender and flavorful meat, Lorna reflected that the casual relaxed conversation at the table where she sat with Vivian, Brooke, Carol and her assistants wasn’t much more active than the talk at the table where Briana and Ines sat with Jaqui and Sue. Obviously, the strain from the choosing was a thing of the past.

Later on, Lorna even let Vivian talk her into riding the roleplay spit with her. Convulsing through yet another orgasm and holding Vivian’s magnificent bare flesh tightly to her own naked body, Lorna could see everyone’s faces as she rotated, and they were all equally avid. There was something about this Lorna told herself she ought to recognize and remember, but sensory overload literally cleared everything else from her mind. The heat, her spasming pussy and the rich perspiring flesh pressed to hers were her entire world.

Lying between Vivian and Brooke in bed that night, an exhausted Lorna thought about the day and her decision. Could she do it again, choose girls for the roasting pit? For a moment, she let her mind dwell on Sue’s meaty little pussy, deciding how it would look on a plate, properly sauteed and garnished. Hm.

Yes, she could.