Lilith 04: Who's Cooking? by Leo

Lilith IV- Who’s Cooking?

Leo

Five naked women in a large, exclusive apartment in the Village district of New York. Germaine Greerson and her two assistants were sitting in chairs, watching the show put on by the other two. Gerry was a slim, elegant blonde, while Liz and Rose, the assistants, were normal sized, blonde and brunette respectively, with medium to small breasts and well fleshed hips and thighs. The other two women, besides being beautiful and mostly naked, were of different body types. The tall auburn haired dominatrix was only wearing a pair of opera gloves, while the short blonde wore only a thin lace necklet and a pair of high heeled sandals.

The little blonde was of Gerry’s favorite type, nineteen or so, with an excellent figure and surgically inflated breasts. She was highly uncomfortable at the moment, since this particular show was a total surprise to her. She’d come to Gerry’s apartment at her invitation and with the promise of some good sex, only to find the dominatrix already here and herself the intended victim. At the moment, the dominatrix, Sherry, was pressed tightly to her back and cuddling both of her breasts in her hands. Sherry was pressed so close that the little blonde, Terri, could feel the older woman’s pubic hair tickling her between her buttocks. She was also telling her in a firm tone what was going to happen next.

“First, I tie you up, very tightly, little thing,” Sherry told her, “then we’ll have some fun. You might even be able to squirm, if you try hard enough. I know you’ll want to.”

Guiding the teenager onto her back, Sherry proceeded to tie her wrists to her ankles very tightly, bringing her knees almost up to her shoulders. Then she gagged the girl with a ball gag. This normally wasn’t a tie Sherry used, but she shrugged mentally. Gerry had told her she wanted the girl tied this way, and Gerry was the customer. She’d get what she wanted. Surveying the now bound girl, Sherry thought the tie did present Terri’s pussy very nicely for eating. Maybe that was Gerry’s idea. Really not a bad one, actually. “Do you want to come inspect the meat?” Sherry asked over her shoulder.

“Actually,” Gerry replied, “that was exactly what we were thinking of doing.” Gerry laughed to herself at the dominatrix’s inadvertent choice of words. Actually, she’d also been carefully inspecting Sherry, as well. Good thighs, nice plump buttocks and a really delicious looking cunt steak added up to a delicious meal sometime in the future. The fact that Sherry also had surgically enhanced breasts only added to Gerry’s interest.

As Gerry and her two assistants stepped behind Sherry to inspect the bound girl, Liz took the blackjack she’d concealed behind her back and struck Sherry smartly on the back of her head, knocking her out. “Excellent,” Gerry commented. “Just put her in the holding cell. It’ll be a few days before we get around to butchering her.

“This one, on the other hand,” she continued, pointing to a wild eyed and squirming Terri, “is small enough to whole roast in the oven. When you two get finished putting Sherry away, take her, shave her and clean her out. Then we’ll get her in the kitchen.”

Gerry settled back down into her comfortable chair and waited, sipping her wine. After a few moments, her two assistants came back from confining Sherry and lifted Terri bodily, taking her into the back. Gerry smiled as she heard the girl’s muffled squeals as they forced a three foot colonic irrigator up her ass and turned on the water, cleaning her for the roasting pan.

Not too long after that, Liz and Rose were back, carrying a struggling Terri between them. “Follow me into the kitchen, girls,” Gerry commanded. “We’ll get her into the pan and ready to cook.”

Terri found herself deposited, none too gently, on her back in a large roasting pan on a kitchen cook island. “Is the oven warmed up?” Gerry asked. When Rose nodded, she continued. “Right. Liz, put a carrot up her ass. The meat thermometer can go in her pussy. I’ll do the seasoning.”

The frantic Terri continued to struggle against her bounds as the pan containing her was slid into the blazing hot oven. Liz and Rose knew the routine. After Terri was dead, they’d take her out and gut her, removing the gel packs in her breasts at the same time. Then back in the oven to finish cooking. Meanwhile, they were going to sip their wine and enjoy the show Terri was putting on, complete with sound effects. A nice prelude to what promised to be a good meal. All three smiled happily and relaxed as they watched Terri writhe in the pan and try to scream around her gag.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious South Beach apartment, Sue, Lorna’s curvy assistant, found herself in almost the same position. The difference here was it was roleplay. Jaqui, Lorna’s other assistant had just finished tying Sue’s ankles and wrists together in the roasting pan and was debating what to do next. “Well, Sue,” she said, “you do look delicious, and that pussy is a gourmet’s delight. What do you think I ought to put in it?”

“You’re going to stuff my pussy?” Sue asked in a mock quavering voice. In reality, both women loved roleplay, with the soft appetizing Sue as the most frequent meal and Jaqui as the cook. Both were also completely nude. Jaqui nodded. “Yep. I think I’ll use these two vibrators, one in the pussy and one in the ass.”

“Ohh, please don’t,” Sue moaned, totally belying the fact that it was her dearest wish.

About the time the vibrators were inserted and turned on, another nude woman entered the kitchen. “My,” Brooke said, “what a tableau. I have to admit Sue looks natural as well as tasty.”

The nude Brooke displayed the spectacular firm body of an international swimsuit model. She still modeled for her own calendar to publicize her own line of swimwear, with occasional other shoots. She was followed by a shorter nude woman, cheerful and with a voluptuous, meaty body that stopped just short of zaftig plump. The second woman was Lorna Paten, owner of the apartment and the Aldyke Modeling Agency where Sue and Jaqui were the staff. “I see you two are at it again,” she commented in a humorously resigned tone. “Weren’t expecting us home tonight, huh? Well, go ahead. Just don’t make too much noise. Brooke is visiting for the night and we’d like the opportunity for a little quiet conversation in the living room.”

Sue’s eyes grew wide with tension mixed with a little fear. The second last thing she wanted to do at the moment was annoy Lorna or give her the idea of continuing the cooking for real. Sue knew her current position left her open and exposed to everyone’s eyes. Just don’t struggle girl, she told herself. You might tempt Lorna into deciding to have you for dinner. You still have two more choosings to survive, and getting past those two looked bleak enough.

Sue’s tension stemmed from three things: economic opportunity, the Society of Lilith, and Sue’s former boss, Janet Van Dyke, since cooked and consumed (delicious). All three were really related.

Economic opportunity came from membership in the Society of Lilith, an underground power organization of women. The Society looked after its own, and many long term members were millionaires, all very successful in their chosen areas. Joining was easy, a woman simply had to be invited by a full member. After surviving a year, or four quarterly meetings on a private Caribbean island, the candidate automatically became a full member with a lifetime of success ahead of her.

Unfortunately, that was Sue’s second problem. There was a catch to the candidate status. At each of the quarterly beach festivals, four women were cooked to feed the rest. If there were no volunteers from the full members or candidates, and there frequently were, the candidates were lined up and the Society president chose dinner from the girls on the line. Thus, a candidate had to survive four choosings to make it to full member status. As there were a constant trickle of new candidates and always a few volunteers, a girl actually had a good chance of surviving her four choosings.

The problem here was Sue’s former boss. As part of an underhanded and ruthless plot by Lorna Paten, Sue’s current boss, to save her own plump and delectable candidate’s ass, the much detested and reviled Janet and her three assistants had been invited by Lorna’s best friend, Vivian, to become candidate members of the Society. The plan had worked. Janet, who had mightily pissed off Brooke, the current president, and one of her assistants had gone over the coals. Lorna had survived her last of four choosings. Not only survived, but had purchased Janet’s business, the Aldyke Agency from Janet’s estate and turned it from a porn modeling agency into a highly successful mainstream business, specializing in former porn models that met requirements and wanted a regular career.

No problem so far. However, Sue and Jaqui’s contracts, which included permission for the signer to be made into dinner if the contractor so desired (Sue still didn’t know where it was in the fine print.), were grandfathered to Lorna as new owner. After a visit to the Society cook’s house several weeks ago for a meal of roasted girl meat, Sue was aware of two things. First, that Lorna was planning to run for Society president at the next Fest in three weeks. Second, Sue was also aware of the fact that Lorna considered her a prime candidate for a truly succulent meal. Sue was a veteran of two choosings but was completely certain that Lorna was going to put a spit up her ass at the next one. The reason Sue wanted to be the meal in cooking roleplay was not only the fact that it was exciting and brought on marvelous orgasms, but to also condition herself for the real thing.

Sue was suddenly out of the submissive mood. She needed to think and couldn’t do it in the oven with vibrators in her pussy and ass. Spitting out the small apple in her mouth, she said, “Jaqui, stop. Untie me, please, I can’t go on anymore tonight.”

Jaqui looked at her in surprise, then shrugged. “Okay, baby, if that’s what you want.” She proceed to untie the girl, then, removing the vibrator from Sue’s pussy, an idea struck her. Shame to waste a good, lubricated vibrator, not to mention a good, lubricated girl.

“Sue,” Jaqui said, “we’re still both a bit worked up. How about you lay across my lap with that vibe in your bottom and I’ll finish us off. Won’t take long.” Sue thought for a second, then nodded.

Jaqui sat on a comfortable kitchen chair, inserted Sue’s former vibrator in her own cunt, then patted her lap. “Come to mama.” Sue walked carefully over to Jaqui, holding the whirring stick up her ass with one hand, then lay over the woman’s nude lap with a relieved sigh. Moving the vibrator between Sue’s plump cheeks in and out with one hand and massaging the tender butt flesh with the other, always conscious of the vibrations deep in her own pussy, Jaqui reflected this wasn’t necessarily the worst way to spend some time.

In the living room, Brooke and Lorna were curled up at opposite ends of the sofa, sipping drinks and deep in conversation. Topics had wandered, but had now settled on the upcoming election for Society president. Society elections were usually pro forma, consensual affairs. Brooke reflected that the up coming one was going to be anything but that. Knowing the arrogant and nasty Gerry as well as Lorna, whose sweet and cuddly exterior hid a ruthless will of steel and a driving determination for survival, Brooke found herself actually looking forward to the upcoming battle. It ought to be a doozy. Frankly, Brooke hoped Lorna would win, because Gerry was such a lowlife. “Gerry has been telling everyone for months she was going to be the next president,” she said to Lorna. “I haven’t heard anything about you campaigning.”

“And you won’t, either,” Lorna replied. “I want to stay off her radar screen until the Fest. I have no desire to deal with any of her plots until I’m ready. Rest assured, I’ll be ready at the Fest. I’m working on a plan right now. Brooke, I’m perfectly aware that either Gerry or I are going down in this fight, and I don’t intend for it to be me.”

Brooke thought for a moment. After all, Lorna was her former lover, a fabulous lay, and was planning to share a bed with her tonight. “Anything I can do to help?”

Lorna nodded. “Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Do you know any of the international arms dealers in town?”

Brooke’s eyes widened at that. “Whatever for? No, don’t tell me. I’d rather watch the whole thing unfold as it happens. Well, there’s Antonio Montero, he ought to fill your bill. Has a pretty good stock of just about everything on hand. Works as a mercenary in South America sometimes, too. In fact, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Do business with him, girl, and try to get him into your bed at the same time. Speaking from experience, it’s well worth the trip.”

Lorna started to nod, then noticed Brooke’s sensuous smile and the gleam in her eye. “You brought your strap-on with you, didn’t you?” she accused.

Brooke nodded.

Lorna sighed. Oh, well. She hadn’t had anything up her ass in a while, and it probably needed a little exercise. Still… nuts. “All right,” she told Brooke resignedly. “Looks like I’ll be on my belly tonight.”

“You really didn’t expect me to pass up a chance at that gorgeous butt of yours, did you?” Brooke asked, then grinned when Lorna shook her head with a mock-disgusted air.

The next evening, Lorna was relaxing on the couch, having a quiet drink and enjoying a magazine. As usual when in her home, she was nude. Although her two assistants lived with her as a holdover of past arrangements from the old Aldyke Agency, they were under no compulsion to follow her undress code, but they also preferred nudity when in the apartment. In fact, both had offered themselves to her for sex when she first took over the agency and moved in the apartment, but were refused. Those two were candidate members of the Society, and Lorna just didn’t feel right about having sex with a girl she might be eating at the next Fest or picking for the spit if she became president.

With her thoughts in that groove, the subject of Sue quickly arose. The girl had plenty of good meat on her, and she was very high on the short list of who Lorna would consider choosing for dinner if given the chance. Lorna shook her head in disgust. The trick contracts the girls had signed for Janet would legally allow her to pop Sue into the oven if she wanted, but it just wasn’t right to do that sort of thing. Personally, Lorna felt revulsion at the idea of taking advantage of a legal trick to cook a girl. No, she was going to wait for the Fest, then , if Sue was the best choice, pick her. But no tricks, now or ever.

She’d just reached that point in her thoughts when their subject walked up to where she was seated on the couch and plopped her curvy little nude body onto the carpet in front of her. Leaning back, Sue supported herself on her hands and, bringing her knees back, spread her legs wide. The position put her entire pubic area on display. “Do you think I look good enough to eat?” Sue asked. Lorna was momentarily stunned. Jaqui came up and stood uneasily next to Sue.

Before Lorna could answer, Sue leaned forward and continued earnestly, “I know you do, from the way you looked at me when we were down at Carol’s, and she’s the Society’s cook and we roasted Heather and rode the roleplay spit and it felt so good and I was really scared, but I liked the spit and…”

Lorna held up her hand. “Stop! What the hell is going on?”

Jaqui started to answer, but Sue beat her to the punch. “I’m tired of wondering when it’s going to happen,” she said emphatically. “I want to choose my own time and the people that will eat me. I know I’m going to be eaten, but I want to say when. If I wait until the next Fest, you, or somebody, might choose me then I won’t be able to say what I want. I want you to cook me. Now. Here. You can invite Brooke and Vivian and Carol and her girls, but I want you to be the one that eats my pussy.”

Lorna looked sharply at the seated girl on the floor. “What brought this on?”

“She’s been building up to it,” Jaqui answered. “I didn’t know until tonight, and I tried to talk her out of it, but she’s determined.” Jaqui shrugged helplessly. “I told her anything that was going to happen was going to happen at the Fest, and she had a good chance of surviving the choosing there, but she has her mind made up.”

“I want to do it,” Sue said firmly. “I know it means I’m going to die, but I’m choosing how and where I go, and when. Will you cook me?”

Lorna thought for a moment, then shrugged. Sue was not only within her rights in what she wanted, Lorna had a suspicion Sue knew her chances in the next choosing were next to nil. Okay. “All right, if that’s what you want. We’ll have a little party, just like you say. We’ve got enough time to take you down to Carol’s before the next Fest…”

Sue shook her head emphatically. “No. I want to be cooked here. We’ve done it when we worked for Janet, plenty of times.”

“But we can’t spit roast you here,” Lorna said dubiously.

Sue shook her head again. “I don’t want a spit run through my body. I can go on the grill here, just like in roleplay. That’s what it’s for and that’s what I want.”

Lorna thought for a moment. “Hand me the phone.”

When she got it, she dialed Carol’s place in the Keys. “Carol? … Lorna … Look, Sue just told me she wanted to be cooked. … Here on the grill. Can you come up and handle it? Okay, bring your girls.” Lorna noticed Sue was mouthing a word, and understood. “Is Briana still with you? … Good. Bring her, too. We’ll have an intimate little dinner party at my place. Brooke and Vivian will be here. … Saturday. I want to give her a few days to think it over. We’ll talk if she backs out. Okay? … Good. We’ll see you then. Bye.”

Sue was now pouting. “I wanted to do it tomorrow.”

Lorna shook her head forcefully. “Nope. I want you to take a couple of days to cool off. If you still feel this way Saturday, then we’ll do it. That’s my condition, and it’s something I’ve got to do because of who I am. Take it or leave it.”

Sue pouted. “Okay.”

Lorna nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“One more thing.”

“What?”

Both girls looked at Lorna hopefully. “Can we sleep with you tonight?”

Lorna walked into the semi-dark club with a picture of who she was going to meet fixed in her mind. Antonio Montero was either short and chunky, balding with a big cigar, or thin and sinister. The figure that waved at her and stood to pull a chair away from his table was none of those things. Montero was tall, dark, athletically built with an air of danger and the sort of Hispanic good looks that made women melt. The mane of wavy dark hair swept back and cropped at his neck completed a picture that made Lorna far more enthusiastic for this meeting. As she walked up to the table, Lorna commented, “You look nothing like I imagined.”

Antonio seated her gallantly, then answered with a mild Spanish accent, “But I knew you from your pictures.”

When Lorna blushed, he waved his hand as though to dismiss the situation. “I’m a soldier, Miss Paten. Soldiers see such things.”

After ordering drinks and some small talk, Lorna got down to business. “I need fifteen Soviet era anti-radiation kits. The kind that they issued to their troops.”

Antonio’s eyes widened slightly and his eyebrows rose in surprise. “I do not ask what for, Lorna. That is your business. In fact, I have such things in my storehouse as part of other consignments. Frequently we throw them away. You may have them for nothing.”

Lorna favored him with a brilliant smile. “The best price. Thanks, Antonio. I also need five NATO troop anti-radiation kits.”

“Done. Same price.”

He looked at her speculatively for a moment, then continued. “Our business done, we should consider this to be a special evening.” When she nodded with another smile, he went on, “As it happens, I know of the Society of Lilith, to which you belong, and its customs. Perhaps you would allow me to suggest a very special restaurant for a special evening?”

While surprised at what he was saying about the Society, Lorna mentally agreed with the idea of a special evening, one that would finish up at his place and last until dawn. She smiled and nodded.

“I suggest the Casa de Dolcett. I am sure you’ve heard of it. The meals served there are exquisite.”

Lorna certainly had heard of it. The place specialized in girl meat. But Antonio?

Seeing the question in her eyes, he shrugged expressively. “I admit to enjoying the flavor, also. Many times, in fact, we will buy a few girls from a local village and take them along when on a long mission. That way we do not have to hunt or carry heavy rations. The jungle provides needed vegetables easily enough.

“But… enough of that! Let us go have our special evening.”

Lorna nodded, smiled brightly, and took his hand as he assisted her from her chair.

The next morning, Sue was reflecting with a smirk that Lorna must really have had a night last night. She’d come back to the apartment near dawn, crashed for a few hours, and was only a little late to the office. Now Lorna was totally mellow with everyone and every situation that arose. Too bad she herself wouldn’t have time for a date like that before Saturday!

That thought sent Sue into another reverie, where she methodically planned all the details of her own roasting. She was going to be guest of honor and main dish at her own dinner party and she wanted everything to be just right. Go out with style.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the office door opening. Two women walked in, a blonde and a brunette in their early thirties, full bodied, with pleasant, attractive faces that showed a good bit of wear and tear. Sue immediately typed them as porno models past their peak. Once the new reputation of the agency got around, that sort of people showed up frequently. “Can I help you?” Sue asked professionally.

“I’m Jessica Martin and this is Michelle Griffin,” the blonde said, indicating her companion. “We’d like to speak to Ms Paten, if possible.”

Sue frowned importantly. To tell the truth, Lorna always saw these women when they came in, even if she couldn’t do anything for them. She would certainly see this pair. “If you’ll have a seat, please, I’ll check with Ms Paten and see if she has time available.”

Once inside her office, Lorna showed the two women to chairs facing her desk, sat down behind it, clasped her hands on the desktop, and asked, “What can I do for you ladies?”

Handing Lorna a portfolio, the blonde spoke up. “I’m Jessica Martin, Jess, and this is my friend and working partner Michelle Griffin, Miki. We came to see if we might qualify for any projects you might be handling.”

Lorna had immediately recognized the type of women she was dealing with, but Jess’s cultured voice surprised her. As she leafed through a series of standard studio photos of the two women, she decided to see what the other one was like. “Michelle, uh, Miki, do the two of you always work together?”

Miki nodded. “As much as we can. We’ve worked together for about ten years.”

As Miki began a list of what Lorna was certain were totally spurious credits, Lorna tuned her out. Her voice was just as educated as Jess’s. Interesting. Both women appeared to be intelligent and educated, never mind their line of work. The fact that they were trying to better themselves spoke well of them, too. Laying the portfolio on the desk, Lorna looked Miki in the eye and commented, “I don’t see anything in here from Dark Angel, and I’m certain they’re on your list of actual credits, aren’t they?”

Both women looked abashed. Finally, Jess spoke up. “Yes they are. And so are most of the rest of the characters in the business, including about a hundred Internet shoots. We just decided to give it up and see if we could do better. We heard you used to be in the business yourself, Ms Paten. We came to you looking for a chance.”

“Soft core, not hard,” Lorna said with a head shake. “Neither of you are the right type for mainstream models, and I don’t have anything else available. However, let’s talk a while. I’d like to get to know you.” Lorna wanted to evaluate these two very carefully. She was having an idea. If she was right, the most essential part of her plan had just plopped into her lap.

After half an hour’s conversation, Lorna was certain these two were perfect for what she wanted. Not only that, they would make good members of the Society, intelligent and able to use any opportunity they might get.

Just like her.

Now to see about the physical part. She held up her hand to stop conversation. “I may have something for you, but I need to see your bodies. Strip, girls. I want to examine you.”

Jess smiled wryly. “Now this starts to be like every other job interview we’ve had lately.”

In workmanlike fashion, both women took off their clothes and lined up for Lorna to have a look. Lorna was now into her meat inspection mindset, evaluating the women’s bodies from a practical standpoint. Without saying anything, she stepped around her desk and looked both of them over. Full bodied, with good breasts, well defined waists and slightly rounded bellies, but plenty of good meat on the hips and thighs. She would see about the buttocks. Lorna wasn’t surprised that both women had hairless pubic areas. A lot of girls in the porno business did that.

Carefully, she hefted Miki’s breasts, then ran her hands over the woman’s upper body, working her way down. Miki’s flesh was firm, arms good, good texture to her belly, and her pussy mound had a good bit of soft meat. So did her thighs, especially the inner part.

Next, she did the same to Jess. Same evaluation. When she finished and stood back, Jess said with a smile, “It’s like a meat inspection.”

“It is a meat inspection,” Lorna said crisply. “Turn around.”

With surprised looks on their faces from Lorna’s last remark, the two did as they were told. Both sets of buttocks were plump, smooth and well defined. The backs of the thighs looked just as good. Lorna hefted and squeezed both cheeks on each woman, then did the same with their thighs. Plenty of good meat there. Both were prime roasting girls. “Bend over,” Lorna said, “I want to see your cunts.”

The cunt steaks were very nicely defined and quite meaty. As an aside, Lorna noted that both women apparently had a great deal of experience with anal sex. The thought brought Brooke to her mind, and she grinned briefly. “Okay, ladies,” Lorna said, “straighten up and sit down. I have a proposition for you and, no, it won’t be in the porn business.”

After all three had regained their chairs, Lorna continued, “I’m going to make you a proposition. It entails some risk on your part, but the rewards are very great. On the other hand, I won’t hold it against you if you turn me down. Now, have you two ever heard of the Society of Lilith?”

Early Saturday evening, the two newest candidate members of the Society of Lilith, Jess and Miki, arrived at the address given them for Lorna’s apartment. They were on the landing outside the only door it served. Apparently Lorna’s apartment was the only one on the third floor of the three story art deco apartment building in South Beach. Money. Big money. Both women looked around for a minute before knocking, then silently agreed with each other they’d made the right decision, if this sort of place is where the Society led you. Lorna’s warning about ending up on a cooking spit as candidates was firmly in their minds, but you can’t get anywhere if you don’t take chances.

Miki knocked. When the door opened a crack, the beautiful face of a girl in her mid-twenties looked out. “Oh,” she said, “you must be Jess and Miki. I’m Jaqui, Lorna’s assistant. Come on in.”

When the two women entered, they found out why Jaqui only peeked around the door. She was totally nude. Not only that, there were a small group of really very nice looking women in the large living room that opened off the vestibule, and they were also nude. Jaqui pointed to an open doorway that led into a bedroom just inside the front door. “This is the guest room. You can undress in there. After you have, come on in and find a drink and mingle. We haven’t even started cooking the meat, yet, and that will take several hours, so you have plenty of time to get to know everyone. I’ll tell Lorna you’re here.”

The two surprised and bemused women quickly stripped in the bedroom, hanging their party clothes in the closet provided. Apparently skin was the appropriate dress for this little gathering.

“Hi ladies,” Lorna said as she entered the bedroom. “I’m glad you can come. Join me, we’ll meet a few people. Tonight will begin your real education in the Society. First, there’s someone I want you to meet. She’s sort of the guest of honor tonight.”

The three walked into the room and up to a small, curvy girl about twenty five with her hair tied up with a red ribbon. Jess noticed she was wearing high heels, and was the only woman with footwear in the room. “Hi, I’m Sue,” the girl said as they were introduced. “I’m going to be your dinner tonight.”

Sue laughed at the shock on their faces. “Oh, it’s okay. It’s my choice. It was going to happen sometime, and this way it all happens the way I want it to. I’m glad you’re both here to see what I taste like. I’m sure I’m delicious.” Sue turned slightly and Jess noticed the round dial of a meat thermometer resting between her plump buttocks.

Miki asked aghast, “You’re actually doing this voluntarily? Won’t it hurt?”

Sue laughed again. “Yes, I’m a volunteer. But no, it’s won’t really hurt. I’ve been grilled in role play plenty of times, and I know what to expect. I planned this whole thing and I’ve got this meat thermometer in me and my hair up so everyone will know I’m dinner.”

She pointed out a spectacularly curved brunette with long straight hair. “That’s Carol, the Society cook. She’s an expert, you know, and she says she’ll be very careful with me so I come out perfect. A girl’s, like, really hard to grill right.”

She hefted her largish natural beasts. “These can’t take a whole lot of heat, and the meat on the top half of a woman is a little sparse.” She stroked herself on the flank. “The hips and thighs are really meaty and they take a lot of cooking. The trick is to vary the heat so everything gets done just right. That’s why I’m glad Carol’s doing me. She really knows how to cook a girl to perfection. Oh, excuse me, I need to talk to her. It’s just about time for me to go on the grill.”

Jess stared after Sue as she walked away with a slightly stiff legged gait that caused her bottom, and the meat thermometer, to wave gently. Jess knew about that walk. It came from having something up your ass. She’d done the same stunt in a porno film once. If Sue had the thing in her butt at her own request, she was really planning to go through with being cooked. Both Jess and Miki took stiff slugs of their drinks.

“Isn’t this exciting?” The voice belonged to a very athletically pretty brown haired girl in about her mid twenties. Jess noted the girl’s body showed the lovely tone and muscle development of someone that was heavily into sports or regular exercise, with every curve in just the right spot. Sigh.

“I mean, I’m so excited!” The young woman extended her hand. “I’m sorry, I forgot. My name is Tish. Brooke enlisted me as a candidate and I can see you guys are, too.” The lack of pubic hair on all three women made that obvious.

After introductions, Tish barreled on, “I’ve got this thing for oven roasting or spitting, and I’ve had it for years, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen a girl cooked. The idea that it might happen to me at a Fest just gives me a real tingle.”

There were more comments in this vein, to which Jess and Miki took it in turns to nod or give the appropriate short remark, but things wound down very quickly. Neither of the two older women were nursing anything like Tish’s enthusiasm for being kitchen material, but they knew what the score was with the Society and what they stood to gain or lose as candidates, especially if Lorna became the next president. If Lorna was successful, their own success, not to mention survival, was secured. If she wasn’t, well life was a gamble and you had to gamble to get somewhere. Best do everything possible to help Lorna succeed, especially with competition like young Tish to go up against when a girl had to stand up and be inspected as meat. That was one competition both women knew they’d win, but took no especial joy in the probable victory.

After they watched Tish’s firm, well toned backside move away, both Jess and Miki looked at each other and smiled ironically. Both knew they were sexually attractive, or their porn careers would have never gotten off the ground. On the other hand, they both showed some mileage, especially in contrast to the sleek new sports model that had just left. Sigh, again.

“Hey, everybody,” Carol said, her arm around Sue, “time to get Sue on the grill if we’re going to eat before midnight.” Jaqui, Sue’s best friend, came up, hugged the girl fiercely, then tearfully kissed her, long and passionately. With that, the group followed both cook and dinner into the kitchen. Everyone gathered around as Carol and one of her assistants helped Sue out of her shoes and up onto the cook island, where she stayed on her elbows and knees, pussy and ass exposed.

Jess and Miki found themselves standing next to Lorna, who began to explain what was happening. “The shoes were so her feet didn’t get dirty. She’s already been washed for the grill,” Lorna said. “She’s been fasting, and we cleaned her out with an enema earlier today so Carol can put stuffing up her butt. That’s why she’s in that position.”

As a wide-eyed Jess and Miki watched, Carol carefully placed a speculum in Sue’s vagina and opened her up gently. Removing the meat thermometer from her ass left her sphincter gaping. Both holes were ready, so Carol began inserting stuffing, first into the girl’s bottom, then into her pussy. Sue groaned and squirmed throughout the process, obviously not from pain but from excitement. To Jess’s surprise, she found herself reacting to the scene. She glanced down, then realized Lorna was looking at her with a smile. “Gets everyone the same way,” Lorna commented. “That girl on the table has been sopping wet since early this morning. Sue just about wore Jaqui and me out before the guests started to arrive, then made sure Carol got a taste of her before you showed up. She was sure ripe for this.”

Meanwhile, a very packed Sue groaned and laid herself flat on the cooking island top. “Oh, I feel so full!” she moaned. Carol and her helpers began to thoroughly coat Sue with olive oil mixed with spices. Then she and her assistants put a strange cooking pan on the island top next to Sue. It was sized for a woman, oval with low sides and bars across the bottom instead of a flat pan. There were two large heavy metal rings on each side. With some effort, Sue moved into the grilling pan on her stomach. Carol secured the girl’s wrists, ankles and head to the bars at the bottom of the pan. The purpose of the rings was revealed when Carol slid long poles through the rings one either side, then she and her helpers used them to lift the pan onto the grill.

“Carol told me how she’s going to cook Sue,” Lorna said. “The grill has a variable heat feature, so heat under her head is turned completely off. There’s only a medium heat from the waist up and higher heat for her hips and legs. Sue will be over a low heat until she numbs, then higher until delirium sets in and heat stroke finally gets her. That’s when Carol will turn the heat up all the way and really start cooking. There’s a matching top for the pan so they can turn her over without disturbing her position. About an hour and a half later we’ll eat.”

“Almost painless,” Miki mused.

“Almost,” Lorna nodded. “Carol says it’s like a sunburn until you pass out. The pan bars have a pumice coating, so they don’t heat up and burn her. There’s no reason to hurt the girl, and I wouldn’t let it happen anyway. She’ll actually enjoy herself, the way she did in role play.”

Sue was hotter than she’d ever been in role play, but this was the real thing. She knew what that meant, but she was excited. For the first time in her life, she was in total control of a situation, and something was being done exactly the way she wanted. A thrill hit her hips and she clenched her pussy around the mass of stuffing inside her. She could feel herself juicing mightily, then the storm hit and there was nothing in her mind but the sensations of the orgasm. As that one passed, she could feel another one building. A still coherent part of her brain asked how long this was going to go on, but the rest of her told that part to shut up. She was going to orgasm forever, until the dizziness and the darkness came, all because she was in control and the sensations of the grill were so terrific. She let her mind submerge in a whirl of color, heat and sensation, perfectly happy.

Looking at the writing and orgasmically moaning Sue, Miki had to agree with Lorna. The way that girl’s pretty bottom was flexing, she was certainly having some strong ones! Surprised, a tingle between her legs told Miki she was also reacting to the eroticism of the scene. Looking around, she could see signs of excitement on all the women in the group. Jess was openly stroking herself gently. “Come on,” Lorna said with a smile, “there’s plenty of time before dinner, and I know what you’re feeling. Let’s meet my best friend and I think we can help you with your little problem.”

Lorna led Jess and Miki to the most voluptuous woman the two had ever met. Not only was she super built, Miki thought, there wasn’t any excess fat on her. Wow! The walking wet dream smiled at them and spoke, “Hello, ladies, I’m Vivian. Lorna has told me about you. You both look very excited, I might add.”

Lorna dimpled at Vivian. “I told them we have a cure in the Society for candidates that get too excited at a cooking.”

Looking at the two women, she asked, “How about it, ladies? Would the two of you like to share a bedroom with Vivian and me before dinner?” That question brought an instant and excited acceptance.

Later, at the dinner table, Lorna enjoyed the conversation of friends and Sue’s exquisitely flavored pussy, served on a steak from one of her delicious buttocks. The girl had definitely lived up to her promise, she reflected. Even Jess and Miki were enjoying what was obviously their first meal of girl meat. Now that they were in the Society, Lorna thought, it wouldn’t be their last.

Lorna also resolved to have a little talk with Carol before she went home.

The next day, several important things happened. Jaqui found herself briefly fired by Lorna and immediately hired by Brooke, this time without a “cook me” clause in her contract, then found herself with a big enough salary and a separation bonus from Lorna that allowed her to get a new apartment. Jess and Miki got new jobs with the Aldyke agency, also without “cook me” clauses in their contracts, and a new home in Lorna’s apartment. Later, sitting with Lorna and Vivian, Jess and Miki learned, not only what their agency duties were going to be, but what they were responsible to do at the upcoming Society election in a few weeks. Jess reflected that things were not just going to get interesting, but fun.

It got to be even more fun the next morning, when Lorna’s doorbell rang. Jess and Miki were home, but Lorna was out somewhere. She said she was “meeting Antonio for lunch.” Since both women knew about Lorna’s relationship with Antonio Montero, it figured she was going to be coming back much later in the day and ver-r-r-y relaxed. Jess and Miki envied Lorna that relaxation. Girls were great, but nothing satisfied like having a really good man between your legs every once in a while.

Since it was just a normal Saturday around the house, both women were nude. That was one reason why Jess quickly applied her eye to the peephole in the door while Miki waited nearby in uncertainty. When Jess gasped and frantically waved her friend to the peephole, Miki’s natural curiosity made her lose no time in checking out the situation.

On the other side of the door were two big muscular Hispanic men, each holding a package. They both had hard, chiseled, mustached faces that showed a lot of time on the rough side of life, but neither appeared threatening. Lorna had mentioned that Antonio was going to send a couple of his guys over with the things she needed for the next Fest, and this looked like the delivery boys. Jess took another look through the peephole and checked out the big one on the left. Wow! Ka-ching!

Jess quickly glanced at her friend, letting her eyes brush Miki’s nude body in the obvious question, to which Miki dimpled and nodded. Jess nodded back and opened the door. “Seniorita,” one said, then stopped as the two nude women registered. At that point, both guys halted all conversation as they carefully and very appreciatively appraised Jess and Miki. “I’m Juan,” one said as he took more time to study Jess, then slowly nodded and smiled, “and you are a very beautiful lady.”

The other said, “I am Paulo, and I share my friend’s appreciation. We were sent to deliver these packages to Seniorita Paten’s address.” After a through and appreciative study of Miki, he continued, “Seniorita, I also consider you the most beautiful thing that has graced my presence in quite a while.”

Both men were mature, experienced, and sure of themselves enough to understand what the women were doing without being aggressive or feeling that any license was given. If things developed from here, they would both enjoy the experience, but they weren’t about to push things beyond where the ladies wanted to go. Besides, they really liked what they saw and wanted to see more of it.

So did the girls. “Guys,” Jess said as she reached out and took Juan by the forearm, “you’ve just said all the right things. Come on in and we’ll get to know each other better.”

Jess and Miki loved the trip to the Society’s private island in the Caribbean. The small luxury aircraft that picked them up along with Lorna and Vivian also had another fifteen Society members and candidates on board. After landing in Mexico, they were whisked to a nicely appointed cabin cruiser for the trip to the Society’s island. Jess was interested to note that the crews for both the aircraft and boat were women.

Once on the island, they settled into the house that Vivian and Lorna shared. After everyone stripped to comply with the Society’s nudity rule, Lorna took them to see the luxurious meeting house, where most of the attendees at the Quarterly Festival would be staying.

The house was huge, built around an open courtyard, into which most of the rooms opened. Since it was early in the week, the meeting house was mostly empty, although the presidential election meant this Fest would begin early and be three days long instead of the usual two. Miki noticed uneasily that the courtyard had four large cooking pits, complete with spit stands and rotating machinery. There were also accessory tables and other fixtures large enough to accommodate a woman. Obviously, girls weren’t just cooked on the beach. The thought that there would be a choosing of candidate members, such as her, made Miki even more nervous. Noticing the woman’s manner, Lorna reached over and patted her reassuringly on her bare bottom. “Relax,” Lorna said,” if everything goes like I want, you’ll fly through your first choosing with no problems. Only three more to go after that.”

Hearing that, Vivian smiled to herself. Jess and Miki were proving just as intelligent and capable as Lorna estimated they were. In addition, Lorna was developing quite an attachment to the two ex-porn girls. That was pretty good life insurance if she became president. Vivian liked them, too. Another reason to keep Gerry Greerson out of the presidency.

“I take it you’re going to announce your candidacy at the start of the meeting Friday morning,” Vivian asked Lorna.

She nodded. “Yep. That’s when the fun begins. I’m glad we have everything ready. Just follow my lead and trust nothing.”

The fun did begin after Lorna’s announcement. Shortly after announcing her candidacy, Liz, one of Gerry’s girls, showed up with a glass of wine. “From Gerry, to celebrate a friendly rivalry,” she pronounced.

Lorna’s smile was brilliant. “Of course! I’ll have Jess get you a glass and we’ll drink a toast.”

Liz gingerly took the glass a smiling Jess gave her, then looked to see Lorna raise her own glass in a toast. “Bottoms up to a good, clean race for the presidency,” Lorna said formally. “Drink up.”

Liz unobtrusively took a sniff of her glass, but the wine seemed untainted. Carefully, she drank it all, matching Lorna. It was important that Lorna take everything in her glass, so Liz had to match her. Uneasily, she suddenly noted that there was still a full glass of wine on the table next to Lorna. Had she drunk the drugged wine? Liz wasn’t sure. She hadn’t seen the switch. Were they going to have to try again?

Thoughts of trying again vanished as things began to get a bit hazy. The room got slightly out of focus. Liz realized Lorna was speaking, and her voice was the most important thing in the universe. “You are feeling sleepy,” Lorna said, over and over. “You want to rest before the choosing and the cooking. You want to enjoy the cooking, and want to participate. You want to be the centerpiece. You want to ride a spit.”

Lorna’s voice seemed to flow over Liz, becoming her thoughts. In fact, she did feel sleepy and, now that she thought of it, the idea of riding a spit for real was supremely exciting. Her eyes closed. “Go with Jess,” Lorna instructed the woman after it became apparent she was under the drug’s influence.

“Jess,” Lorna instructed, “take her in back and pop her again. Keep talking up volunteering as a roast.”

Jess nodded with a smile and took the unresisting Liz by her arm, leading her in back. Lorna let her breath out as she watched them leave. One down, two to go.

Lorna reviewed the schedule for the day. The next few hours were free for casual conversation, mingling, sex, or other pastimes. Then would come the choosing for the meat girls, presided over for the last time by Brooke. Next the election and dinner. Time to start electioneering. Vivian, standing next to Lorna, was examining the crowd of naked women in the courtyard. She saw something that surprised her. “Carol’s brought Briana with her,” she said to Lorna in an undertone. “I thought she was Carol’s private stock. She was saving her to cook for a special occasion.”

“We traded favors,” Lorna murmured back. “When choosing time comes, Briana’s going to volunteer as a meal. After all, she’s been wanting to do it for weeks. She’ll make the fourth girl.” Lorna noticed that Gerry was alternately glaring at her from across the room and looking around for Liz. “Carol’s going to get a chance at someone else she’s been wanting to do,” Lorna commented idly “and she was willing to lose Briana to do it if I can make it all work out. I’m still going to owe her big time for Briana, but it’s worth it.”

Vivian’s eyes widened with momentary surprise, then, glancing at Jess and Miki, she understood. If there were four volunteers, no candidates got roasted. Lorna was quietly unfolding quite an interesting plan. “Think I’ll go electioneer some,” Vivian commented.

Lorna nodded. “I’m going to talk to a few women, too, but there’s not going to be much time before Carol brings out her roleplay spits. Best we both get started.”

True to Lorna’s expectations, Carol brought out her roleplay spits after about an hour and announced they were a new model, available for anyone to try. Many of the women in the Society enjoyed roleplay cooking. Some enjoyed it so much they eventually volunteered for the real thing. “See these?” Carol told the group, pointing to what looked like two dildos mounted opposite each other on a fork about half way down the spit’s length. “They are actually electric tinglers. You and another girl slide on them so they’re fully inserted, put your arms around the girl in front of you, I tie your hands and bind you two together so you can’t flop around, then you go over the coals, juicing, having a great ride and generally going nuts. Then we get you off and someone finishes you up by giving your pussy a through licking. Who wants to try first?”

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Two slim brunettes broke the ice. Shortly after, both of the roleplay spits had squirming, moaning woman riding them as they rotated over the low fires in the pits. After all four women and come off the spits and had their pussies nibbled to a final screaming climax, a laughing and clapping Brooke made an announcement to the group as a whole. “I think both of our presidential candidates ought to share a spit. They can compete in who pops off the most. What do you say, gang?”

This suggestion met with loud acclaim, not least because most of the Society members had long harbored a desire to see Lorna’s meaty body on a cooking spit. Gerry was incensed at the idea, but couldn’t think of a gracious way out. She silently vowed to add Brooke to the little list she had of Society members that were going to find themselves with a spit up their asses.

Both Gerry and Lorna lay down on their sides facing each other on a cooking table and cocked their upper legs to allow Carol access to their cunts. As Carol put the heavy spit shaft between them and began to work the tinglers up their pussies, both women were forced to bring their bellies into tight contact with each other. Lorna slid her arm under Gerry as she settled her hips more comfortably on the tingler and smiled brilliantly at the far more slender woman that was pressed so closely to her meaty form. “Are you ready, darling? I’ve done this before and it’s really very exciting.” The answering smile she received from Gerry was just as brilliant, and just as patently false.

An enthusiastic audience was thoroughly enjoying the view of both women on the spit. Gerry was taller than Lorna, but most of her height was in her long slender legs. With the tinglers inserted fully up the women and their thighs clasping the thin crossbar supporting the tinglers, both bellies were pressed together at the same level. Lorna’s large breasts were smothering Gerry’s much smaller tits, while both women’s eyes were at the same level. The two women tied into roasting position on the steel shaft were a gourmet womaneater’s delight for the eyes and the imagination. More than one woman in the audience felt herself reacting to the delicious sight as she imagined biting into a succulent buttock or thigh.

Strangely enough, it was Miki instead of one of Carol’s helpers that tied Lorna’s wrists together. Lorna tightly gripped the small tube Miki pressed into her hand as she stepped back from the spit. Lorna wriggled her arms, still smiling at Gerry, just to make sure she had enough range of motion. Gerry’s arms on the other hand, were very tightly bound around Lorna, just the way they should be tied. As they were placed over the coals and started to rotate, Lorna jabbed Gerry’s back with the auto-injector she had in her hands, then let the little device fall into the fire pit. Gerry flinched, then glared at Lorna, “What was that, you bitch? Did you pinch me?”

Lorna didn’t reply. She just rotated and watched Gerry’s eyes. Gerry was already feeling her body’s excitement. The tingler in her cunt was making it hard for her to concentrate on her dislike for Lorna. It was a little hard for Lorna to concentrate, too, but she was managing. She had good reason. Also, Carol had quietly disconnected the electrical feed to her tingler. The shaft was still deep inside her, but it wasn’t doing anything, just supporting her body.

Rose was in the gaggle of women surrounding the roasting pit where Gerry and Lorna were cooking. The whole picture was exciting, watching Gerry’s slender, beautifully formed body rotating in contrast to Lorna’s curvy, solid one. Idly, she wondered where Liz had got to, then saw her across the room, slugging down wine and standing next to one of Lorna’s women, Miki, she thought it was.

She felt a sting on her right butt cheek and spun her head to glance over her shoulder, to face a grinning Jess. “Sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t resist that fat butt of yours.”

Rose reached back and slapped Jess’s hand away, then opened her mouth to tell that irritating broad where to get off, but things began to get a little hazy all of a sudden. Jess gently took her arm and led her away from the group. “Come with me, honey,” Jess said soothingly. “I have to tell you a few things.”

Meanwhile, Lorna had seen Gerry’s eyes grow unfocused. The sensations of the tingler and her body’s reaction to the exciting roleplay already had Gerry half way there. Now, it was time for the lock. Lorna began to repeat the same thing, over and over. “You will listen only to me and Carol. You love this. You want to volunteer to cook for real.” She constantly repeated her mantra as they slowly rotated over the heat.

When Carol judged the two moaning women were done, she took them off the spit and put them on individual platters on their backs, legs cocked back to give full access to their pussies. An eager Vivian was already at a table awaiting Lorna, while Carol grabbed Gerry for herself, since Rose and Liz, the two other women most entitled to eat Gerry’s cunt, seemed to be away somewhere. As the two diners dove into their delicious juicy snatch snacks, squeals and downright screams filled the room. Lorna, as she had throughout the roleplay, was putting on one of her better acts. Gerry, on the other hand, was totally for real and letting the world know about it.

After both women subsided into moans, the group gave them both a round of applause. Vivian helped them down from the table, then Lorna gently took Gerry in the back to clean up. She was still muttering into her ear. Vivian finally saw Liz and Rose next to the bar, hitting the wine heavily. They also had lit cigarettes in their hands. Pot, by the smell of it. Vivian smiled. Those two were going to be drunk and stoned out of their minds before too long. If she knew Lorna, she also had Gerry well along the same route by now.

Brooke stood out into the middle of the courtyard. “All right, ladies,” she announced, “it’s time for the choosing. I’d like the candidate members to line up in front of me, please.”

A nervous line of naked girls formed, standing quietly with their hands next to their sides. All had shaved pussies and were thoroughly cleaned out, ready for immediate spit-roasting if chosen. A number of them had done it before, several were on their last choosing. None of them really wanted to be one of the four girls chosen to feed the group.

Jess and Miki took their place in the line, also very nervous although they knew what Lorna planned. They had been judged in the nude many times for porno jobs, but this time the woman doing the judging would be looking at their bodies, not for suitability in a video, but as meat. Their pussies were going to be judged for a serving platter. Both twitched uneasily as Brooke started down the line.

Jess noticed Tish, the beautiful athletic one they’d met at Sue’s grilling. She even looked nervous now that her fantasy was turning real. Jess was sure there were more like her in the line.

Brooke paused before each girl, hefting breasts, squeezing arms and stroking bellies before giving the pubic mound a good squeeze, finishing with the inner thighs. She paused before two girls in the middle of the line. “Girls” was the right word in this case. Both were in their late teens or early twenties, not especially good looking or smart appearing, just meat. Frankly, they didn’t belong in the line and Brooke’s temper began to heat up. “Who the hell nominated you two?” she asked roughly.

One of the frightened girls answered, “Gerry Greerson.”

“Damn!” Brooke snapped. “I thought so!” These two were totally unsuitable as members of the Society and were going to have to be culled. Damn Gerry anyway! She’d brought these two to the Fest, knowing full well they were going to end up on spits. Well, either she picked them for roasting or her successor was going to have to do it. No help for it. Brooke was still fuming as she continued with her meat inspection.

Coming to the end of the line, she walked around behind, looking at the line of round buttocks with an eye towards choosing a juicy roast or some good steaks. She walked down the line, hefting the plump meat of each girl’s bottom, followed by a quick thigh squeeze. Finishing, Brooke stood back for a moment, surveying the meat on display, then was about to order the line to bend over and spread their legs to display their cunts when she was interrupted by a drunkenly muzzy voice. “I wan’ to volunteer.”

The voice was Gerry Greerson’s. Liz and Rose followed their boss’s example. From a corner of the group, Briana spoke up, as well. The exotically beautiful blonde had a body that was almost the quality of Brooke’s, excellent roasting material. That made four and the whole line of candidates breathed a sigh of relief. Brooke dismissed them. “Okay, girls, we have enough to cook. You can all go back to whatever you were doing.”

The girls in the line lost no time in making themselves scarce.

Carol quickly gathered up the four volunteers. Her two assistant cooks took Gerry and her two girls to the wash room for a shave and enema so they’d be ready to cook and eat. Briana, needless to say, was already ready for the spit. She simply lay across a cook table on her belly and let Carol put large plugs in her ass and pussy to open them up for stuffing and the spit. Then she lay quietly, head resting on her crossed arms, waiting.

While this was going on, Brooke sidled up to Lorna and asked her in an undertone, “I know you did it, and I’m glad you did, but how?”

Lorna looked at Brooke with a slightly grim expression. She didn’t especially care for sending drugged women to the cooking pit, but it was either Gerry or her, and it wasn’t going to be her. “One of my old boyfriends was a CIA agent,” she replied. “He once told me the Soviet anti-radiation pills were actually a powerful hypnotic drug. The idea was, if one of their units got nuked, the troops were trained to take their pills. They were going to die from radiation poisoning, but they would follow orders until they dropped. The auto injectors came from NATO kits. I had a guy I know replace the atropine in them with a solution made from a triple dose of the pills. One pill was supposed to be enough for a grown man, but I wanted to be sure. As soon as the drug hit Gerry and her women, they did everything I told them.”

She gave Brooke a hard look. “Cold blooded, maybe, but I told you once, I plan to survive. If that means getting rid of that bitch Greerson, so be it.”

Brooke twitched at the look, backed off slightly and held up her hands in an appeasing gesture. “Hey, no problem. Frankly, if you hadn’t done something, I would have. Gerry was turning dangerous. No way we want her as president. You’ll get the job, now, the Society will still be in good shape, and I’m glad of it. Peace, okay?”

Lorna smiled at her. “Okay, peace.” She changed the subject. “Gerry’s so slender, I wonder if we’ll get much good meat off her.”

“Oh,” Brooke mused, “I think Carol will be able to do something.”

Once Gerry and her two girls were back and plugged on cook tables, Carol began the next stage. First she had Gerry roll onto her side and draw her legs up. “You know,” she mused, “I’m going to spit you through the ass. You have such a nice pussy I want to give it a little extra broiling before I do something else I have in mind. Okay?”

“Oh, yes,” Gerry moaned, stoned and drunk. “Jus’ get on with it.”

Carol removed the plugs and opened Gerry’s pussy with a speculum, then stuffed it full with one of her favorite mixtures of bread stuffing and small portions of girl meat. Finally, she tucked the last little bit into the squirming woman and stepped back with workmanlike satisfaction on her face.

Carol and one of her helpers aligned the long heavy ventilated spit with Gerry’s gaping bottom hole, while her other helper held Gerry’s head at the proper angle. They shoved it forward gently, lodging it up her ass, then smoothly pushed it through her, with the point emerging from the open mouth. The spit was pushed forward until Gerry was properly seated about two feet from the tip. Then they tied her hands to the small of her back and completed the job by binding her legs and ankles to the bottom of the pole.

They left Gerry resting on her side on the table while they performed the same procedure on the other women on other tables, stuffing their asses and spitting them up the pussy. While they were spitting Briana, Lorna noticed that Gerry lay quietly, while Liz and Rose squirmed up and down on the spit, as though fucking it. She decided the two women were actually getting off on the process. Lorna was interested to see what they would do once they got over the heat. Remarkable what a hypnotic drug could accomplish.

Lorna had no problems with seeing Gerry and her women being spitted, given the alternative was finding herself in the same fix. Briana, on the other hand, was a real volunteer and had wanted to be cooked for ages. That was an attitude Lorna could never understand.

Shortly, the four women had been rubbed with oil and spices and their spitted forms were turning over the coals. Liz, Rose, and Briana were all three squirming. Watching their stomach muscles, Lorna was sure the three women were constantly orgasming. Even Gerry was showing signs of real excitement. As she always did, Lorna began to appreciate the beauty of the women as they cooked on the roasting spits. Even Gerry’s slender form looked erotic. For some reason, their position emphasized the beauty of their bodies and hid their flaws.

Jess and Miki wandered up, one on either side of Lorna, and she put a companionable arm around each waist, hugging their naked forms to her own bare body, enjoying the simple feel of skin on skin. “You know,” Jess said softly, “this is awesome. I mean, I know it could be me on that pole next time, but it still excites me.”

Lorna nodded. “I know. It gets me that way, too. Even back when I was a candidate I thought the sight of a roasting woman on the spit was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. It really turns you on.”

She looked at the women on either side of her. “Remember how you felt when you saw Sue cooking back in the apartment? This is even more intense.”

Jess grinned at her. “Think we can get the same fix for the problem?”

Lorna looked around the courtyard. All over the place, women were pairing off and going to the rooms or just using the couches for sex. Across the courtyard, Vivian waved, then beckoned when she saw she had Lorna’s attention. Grinning, Lorna said, “Oh, I think as soon as we collect Vivian, ladies, we ought to be able to release a little tension.”

Later, Lorna was sitting comfortably on one of the courtyard’s soft couches with Jess lying quietly on her belly across her lap. Lorna had her hand resting on Jess’s bare buttock. Occasionally, she would absently stroke the smooth surface of the plump flesh or knead Jess’s cheek gently, but mostly both women were relaxed, watching as the four spitted women turned over the coals, basted by Carol’s helpers. By now, all four roasts were quite pink.

Carol came up and checked the roasting women, then turned to Lorna and said, “They’re gone. I’m going to take Liz and Briana down to keep overnight then finish for tomorrow’s dinner. Rose can stay and finish roasting, but Gerry’s got to come off, since she doesn’t have enough fat to cook properly on a spit. Now that she’s started, I’m going to finish her in the steamer. That way, her meat will be juicy and tender. She’ll even still be pink when she comes out. Want to watch?”

Lorna nodded. “Yes. I’ve never seen that.”

She slapped Jess’s buttock, enjoying the way it wobbled when struck. “Up, girl. We’re going to the kitchen to watch a gourmet cook prepare a difficult dish.”

While her helpers dismounted Liz and Briana from the rotisserie machinery and took them, still spitted, to the cooler, Carol disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes, then came back to help remove Gerry. She and a helper took the spitted woman back to the kitchen, followed by a number of interested observers including Lorna and Jess. They laid Gerry on a cook table then pulled the spit from her ass with a slight sucking sound. Next they rolled her on her back into a cooking pan. Raising Gerry’s ankles, Carol tied them across each other, then bound her wrists to her ankles, a posture that left every part of Gerry open for the steam to cook. She then packed Gerry’s open ass full of stuffing, oiled her again and put a small apple in her open mouth, then she and her helper hefted the pan and slid it into the steamer, dogging the door shut. Gerry was visible through the thick glass of the door as the steam boiled in and restarted the cooking process.

Lorna had never heard of steam cooking a woman, but decided it was definitely a good idea in Gerry’s case. The meat ought to come out moist and tender, even as lean as it was. Carol had promised her Gerry’s cunt steak , looking through the heated clouds of steam at Gerry’s beautiful pussy, Lorna decided it looked quite succulent. She decided she was definitely going to eat some of that.

Lorna strolled out of the kitchen into the courtyard, content to let Gerry steam cook and thinking about a nice dinner. Once outside, she noticed Brooke, standing next to the bar with a glass of wine in her hand. As Lorna approached, she realized Brooke was glaring at someone across the courtyard. Who’s got the Diva’s temper up, now?

Taking a full wine glass from the girl acting as bartender, Lorna asked Brooke, “Well, I see you’ve got your blood up again. Nothing serious, I hope?”

Brooke shook her head, never taking the glare off whoever it was. “No, but Gerry, damn her skinny hide, left us, or rather me, with another problem.” She pointed across the courtyard at a group of women gathered around the slowly roasting Rose. “See those two young girls? About nineteen or so?”

Lorna looked, and spotted a pair of girls that stood out from the group. They were really too young for this, was her first thought. Her second was that they still looked uncomfortable, lost and terrified. Obvious problem here. “I see them. Who are they?”

“A pair of Gerry’s leftovers. You know she always tried to get candidates we’ll be forced to cook? Well, she did it again. Unless I miss my guess, that pair is not only totally unsuitable for full membership, they’re probably rootless. I’m betting they have no place to go to after they leave this island… if they leave it. Personally, I’m tempted to call them over here and have Carol put them in the holding pen for later. This thing lasts a day longer than usual because of the election, and we might need a couple more girls before it’s over. Just take them and get it over with, damn it!”

Lorna mused at Brooke. “You sure?”

Brooke met Lorna’s eyes. “In about half an hour, you’re going to be president. I’ll call for a voice vote in a few minutes and you’ll get it with no problem, now that Gerry’s in the steamer and there are no more candidates. It’s just that I hate leaving you any problems that occurred on my watch. I’ve got to do something about them, Lorna, and I’m not going to leave it for you.”

Lorna thought for a moment, then smiled. “Let’s not be too hasty. Call them over here. I’ve got an idea and we can both work on it as incoming and outgoing presidents. Let me handle it and you follow my lead.”

Brooke shrugged, then went to collect the two girls. Once they were standing in front of Lorna, who by now was casually seated on a comfortable chair, legs crossed and sipping her wine, it was obvious that neither one had yet seen a twentieth birthday. If they were going to see one was problematic. They were also so tense they were quivering.

After being introduced as probably the next president of the Society, Lorna wasted no time in starting the conversation. “You both know why you’re here and the risks you run as candidates.” Shaky nods. “I’m not going to waste any time finding out how you were gotten here, but I gather you would both rather not be at the Fest, or be candidates, right?” Wide eyed nods.

“The candidacy is a one way trip, ladies, and it has one of two destinations.” She pointed at Rose, slowly turning over the coals. “That’s one of them. I’m at the other, and so are the rest of the full members.”

Lorna looked over the two girls. Not quite slender with passable breasts, good arms and bellies, plump pubic mounds that indicated their cunt steaks were well fleshed. Thighs were all right, too. “Turn around.” The buttocks and hips would make good cooking, and the backs of the thighs and calves looked tasty. Still, they could stand some development. “Okay, back facing me.”

She looked both of the girls in the eye. “I’m going to recommend something to Brooke. As president, she has the right under our rules to pick you for cooking right now.” Two gasps. “But I’m not going to recommend that.” Explosive sighs.

“I’m not letting you off the hook, but you’re just not ready for where you are, yet. I’m going to ask Brooke to assign you both as temporary helpers to Carol, our cook. You’ll live with her. You’ll help her prepare women for dinner, both here and at her home. She eats girls pretty regularly, so you’ll get a lot of kitchen time, but as cook, not meat. That’ll go on for about six months, then you’ll come back here as part of the island caretaker staff. When I think you’re ready, you’ll be allowed to resume candidate status and take your chances with the rest.”

“Does that meet with your approval?”

The brunette one answered in a shaky voice. “Y-y-yes, ma’am. Does that mean we won’t get spitted here?”

Lorna nodded. “Yes. However, if I or any other full member including Carol catch the two of you acting up or creating any kind of problem, you’ll be meat so fast your head will spin. Got me?”

Both nodded again, this time with relief. “Good,” Lorna continued. “Brooke, does this meet with your approval?”

Brooke nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, but I want to talk to you a minute.”

“That’s it, girls,” Lorna said, waving her hand. “Go enjoy the cookout. Rose and Gerry ought to be ready to serve in a little bit. Meanwhile, go find a couch or bed or something and play with each other. You both look like you could use it.”

Brooke watched the two depart, holding hands. “Hm,” she said, as they settled on an empty couch and fell into a clinch, “I didn’t really think they’d make it to a bed.”

Brooke sat on a nearby chair and leaned over to talk to Lorna. “Just what will Carol say about two new assistants? She already has Candy and Alice.”

Lorna smiled at her. “She told me Alice was making noises about going for candidate’s status. She’s looking for a replacement so she can let the girl go. I’m just giving her two instead of one. Besides, we’re going to need a few more girls for the staff, anyhow. It’ll let a few of them try for full membership.”

Brooke nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve told you, you’re ruthless as hell when you want to be, but you’re also a pretty sweet person most of the time. I didn’t really want to cook those kids, and you thought of a way out. A nice way, too.”

Lorna grinned. “Thanks. That pair just wasn’t ready. Let’s give them a chance to grow into it. Hopefully, I won’t ever have to deal with this kind of thing again. If I do, whoever sets up anybody like that will answer to me.” The grin was gone, replaced by a steel hard expression.

Brooke shivered. “It won’t be me, that’s for certain. I doubt if anybody else will want to try it, after the word gets around.”

She leaned over and kissed Lorna. “Honey, I still say you’re as nice as they come,” Brooke murmured and gently squeezed Lorna’s bare hip. “Great ass, too.”

Lorna’s grin brought out her dimples.

Later that afternoon, the new president of the Society of Lilith sat down to a meal of a delicious cunt steak, resting atop a mound of chipped, steamed girl meat on a bed of wild rice and steamed vegetables. It looked like a feast for a queen. Before digging in, Lorna glanced around the tables in the courtyard. Jess, Miki and Vivian were sharing her table, and appeared to be enjoying themselves. Even the two teenagers were now in active conversation with a girl named Tish and other table mates, still a little tentative about what they were eating, but it looked like they were beginning to enjoy the meal. Good.

Lorna decided everything was now in the right groove and there was nothing else she needed to do. Taking a bite of the superbly cooked pussy on her plate, she thought about what brought her to this point. She was now the new president of the Society, after having been brought in as just one more nervous candidate. Only one thing brought her to this position, the same thing that drove all she did in the Society. It was the reason she had eaten Janet Van Dyke and Gerry Greerson instead of the other way around.

Survival. Nothing else. Just survival.

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Thanks, and thanks for another nice comment. Leo