Lilith 05: Catching a Meal

Catching a Meal.

Lorna sighed and wriggled herself deeper into the comfy cushions of the pool lounger. She was nude, lying on her belly on the lounger and pillowing her head on her crossed arms as she let the sun bake her bare bottom. On either side of her, Jess and Miki were in identical postures and just as sleepily comfortable. Nude sunbathing, Lorna thought, was just so much better down here in the Florida Keys.

Carol came out of the house and headed towards her three guests. She was just as nude as they were, a normal state for her. Here on her private island there were only Carol, the three girls that helped her cook, and the four meat girls she currently had on hand for a future date with a roasting spit. Since the weather was normally warm and sunny, there was no need for clothing anyhow and Carol and her assistants never wore any. The women that visited her for cookouts always got rid of clothing first thing. The meat girls, of course, didn’t need clothes, or pussy fur, and didn’t have any of either.

Walking up to the loungers, Carol approached from the back of the three women and took a moment to appreciate the view. Three sets of very nicely shaped feet led the eye past beautiful calves to meaty and delicious looking thighs, capped by three truly superb bottoms. Jess and Miki, as befitted their well developed figures, had large, plump and well defined asses, but Lorna’s mounds of butt meat were truly mouthwatering, smooth and perfectly formed, full meals for a small group in and of themselves.

Lorna was short and cuddly, with a full figure that stopped just short of zaftig plump, firm, but with a slight roundness to her belly. Beautiful pussy, too. Too bad she was a full member of the Society of Lilith, exempt from being cooked. Carol would have loved to have her turning over the coals.

Carol caught herself at that thought. Not only was Lorna her friend, but she was president of the Society of Lilith. In addition to that, women that threatened her had a way of finding a spit up their asses. Not healthy, thinking about cooking Lorna, even if Carol herself was the Society cook.

Blonde Jess and dark haired Miki were a slightly different story, since they were also members of the Society. When a girl was nominated for the Society, an underground power organization of women, she accepted because the Society helped its members to success and wealth. The catch was that all candidates were eligible to be the main course at one of the Quarterly Lilith Fests held on a private island in the Caribbean. Only four girls were cooked at each Fest and, since there were always new candidates and usually a few volunteers, a girl actually had a pretty good chance of getting through her four choosings and not being picked for roasting.

Jess and Miki had gotten through their last choosing, although the two former porn girls were so well developed they would make outstanding roasters. Both were in their early thirties, with good looking faces that showed a lot of experience with life. They had come to Lorna’s Aldyke Modeling Agency looking for legitimate work and ended up as her assistants, helping to save the Society from a truly dangerous presidential contender in the election that made Lorna president and got the contender, Gerry Greerson, served steamed and chipped on rice. Both girls were nice people, intelligent and capable. Carol as well as a lot of others owed them a huge debt for helping Lorna win the election. It was Lorna’s responsibility as president to choose the girls for the roasting spit, but Jess and Miki’s service to the Society had guaranteed them a free walk away from the line of candidates after a choosing, instead of being carried to a cooking table for preparation and spitting. Carol didn’t mind that, either. It was only their due. Besides, they were damn good in bed, almost as good as Lorna.

That thought made Carol evaluate the three gorgeous asses in front of her for something other than a carving platter. The owners of those luscious butts were all going to be sharing a bed with her tonight. Carol had a nice selection of toys and Jess and Miki didn’t mind taking them in their nicely rounded asses.

Lorna didn’t mind it, either. Lot of fun, too. The kicker was that Lorna required whoever got in her bottom to submit their own for the same treatment. Oh, well, Carol mentally sighed, it was an occasional variation, and Lorna was a hell of a great fuck.

Carol sauntered over and sat next to Lorna’s hip on the lounger, stroking her from the small of the back to mid thighs. “Enjoying yourself?”

Turning her head to look at Carol, Lorna grinned. “Keep stroking my backside like that, and I’ll enjoy myself, and you, a good bit more in a few minutes.”

Carol grinned back. “Sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t spare the time. I’ve got to bring out tonight’s dinner in a few minutes and get her ready.” Her left hand continued to massage Lorna’s bare buttock.

Jess and Miki rose up on their elbows and looked at her. “Who are we having?” Jess asked. “I thought you’d do a lineup and choose the girl like we do at the Fest.”

Carol frowned slightly. “You know I’m a licensed executioner, right?” Everyone nodded. “Well I’ve been sent one they want done as soon as possible. The other girls get a pass today.”

“Why?” Lorna wanted to know.

“Her name’s Dana Last,” Carol began. “It seems she was talking on a cell phone in her car and got so pissed off at whoever she was talking to that she deliberately ran over a school bus stop full of kids to take out her frustrations.”

Lorna was aghast. “Oh, that can’t be true!”

Carol nodded grimly. “Yes it is. That’s what Dana told the judge, too. Told the judge he couldn’t do anything about it, even though she killed two kids and critically injured four more. Seems her papa is some kind of rich political power here in Florida and she’s gotten away with everything up until now. Now the State wants her executed and the job done fast, apparently before the old man can ride to the rescue. She was just delivered to me yesterday. Hell, she’s so wild, I can’t even let her walk around under electronic restrain like I do the other girls I get from the prisons. I’ve had to keep her tied up and hanging from a hook in the holding cell. Candy and the other two girls are in there right now, cleaning her out with an enema and washing her up for roasting. It takes all three because she’s certainly not cooperating.”

Lorna’s sweet face had that steel hard look everyone in the Society knew and dreaded. “I think I’m going to enjoy this one… quite a lot,” she said in grim tones.

Carol nodded. “Me, too.” She swatted Lorna’s bottom gently. “Well, let me get her out here and we can get her on to cook.”

Dana Last was a medium sized blonde around twenty four or so, with short, bobbed hair and a very nice figure. Lorna quickly evaluated the girl as having a lot of good meat: full thighs, meaty hips with a flat belly and a quite prominent pussy mound. She also had large natural breasts that looked like they’d make a great dessert. All in all, although Lorna hadn’t yet seen the girl’s bottom, dinner looked to be very succulent.

Interestingly, Dana wasn’t struggling. Above a mouth stretched wide by a ball gag, her eyes had a “deer-in-the-headlights” look. She knows, Lorna thought. It’s finally hit her what’s happening and that she can’t get out of it, something completely outside her experience. The shock of that knowledge made her totally passive.

As Carol and her three assistants brought the cuffed and gagged girl around to the preparation and cooking area, Lorna, Jess, and Miki rolled back over on their stomachs to watch. This promised to be both fun and interesting.

First, they brought Dana over to a stool sitting to one side of the cooking area, a greased wooden prong jutting up and inward from the front of it. Lifting her up and spreading her legs, they settled her onto the stool with the entire eight inches of prong inserted up her vagina. One of Carol’s assistants leaned under the stool with another, slightly shorter and thicker prong. She inserted this one up under the stool’s seat, through a hole and completely up Dana’s ass, effectively locking her into the chair. Not only would the double plugging lock her on the stool and open up her holes for easy spitting and stuffing, it would make it too painful to move around much. Not that she was apparently in any mood to struggle, Lorna thought, since she passively let Carol cuff her ankles. After that, Dana watched with wide, rounded eyes as Candy lit the fire in the barbecue pit.

“That reminds me,” Jess said as they watched, “we’re getting a little low on girl meat in the cooler. It’s time to be thinking about finding another girl for the pantry, Lorna. Miki and I will go hunting, but I thought you’d like to find one, too. Maybe buy one from a broker. Cooking one you’ve brought in yourself adds a little extra spice. Thrill of the chase, and all that.”

Lorna frowned slightly. “Me catch one?” She thought for a minute. She’d never done it. Diane and Megan were girls she’d provided, but they were so hot for it, they’d practically sat down on the spit on their own. All in all, they didn’t count, because she’d never coaxed them in and sold them on being dinner, except mildly in Dana’s case.

Nope, she’d never really gone out and “caught” a girl for dinner. Why not? She enjoyed coming down here to Carol’s for roasted girl meat, and all three of them enjoyed the flavor. Just not enough guts? It was okay if someone else did it, but not her? Get real! She was president of the Society of Lilith and it was her responsibility to choose girls for the Fest cookout. She bore just as much responsibility as Carol for killing and cooking women. So why did it bother her to find her own food?

She snorted. Screw that! Look things in the face. “Okay,” Lorna said, “maybe I should . But I just don’t want to buy one from a broker.”

“Why not?” asked Miki. “Those girls know what they are doing when they sell themselves.”

“I sometimes wonder,” Lorna said grimly. “Most of them come out of those cesspools in South America. I’m never sure they know what the hell is happening, just that they’re here and they go through with it when told to bend over. If I’m going to cook a girl at my place, I want one that I’m sure knows, really knows, what’s happening, and she’s willing. If she is - and damned if I can understand why, but I’ll accept it - we’ll do her.”

Watching as Dana was removed from her stool, then secured bent over across a frame for stuffing and spitting, Lorna shrugged. “Tell you what. That’s probably the only part of womaneating I haven’t done yet. If I can catch one… and I’m still not sure I want to do it, understand… I’ll let you two walk me through the whole thing - spitting, preparation and the works. Okay?”

Jess nodded seriously. Lorna was her boss and her friend, also the person that was making both her and Miki rich. On the other hand, she knew Lorna was kind of reluctant about eating girls, although she enjoyed everything about the process. Procuring was the only aspect she hadn’t done. Neither she or Miki minded finding some burnt-out party bunny and bringing her home for the carving platter, but she knew some aspects still bothered Lorna a good bit. If she got comfortable with the idea of finding a girl for meat, OK. If she didn’t , nothing really changed.

“If you don’t want to find one, that’s good with me, Lorna. I can respect that. Miki and I can still bring them in. Hell! There’s plenty of candidates to choose from. Our usual problem is too many, not scarcity!”

Lorna shook her head. “No, now that you bring it up, I have to face it. Hell, I pick girls for roasting at every Fest! Catching a girl is the last step, and it’s silly to avoid doing it. I think I’m going to try, but no complaints if I let her go because I think something’s not right, deal?”

Jess nodded.

Conversation stopped as they were momentarily distracted. Dana was squealing loudly through her gag and wriggling like a snake as Carol spread her plump cheeks and began packing handfuls of stuffing up her gaping bottom hole. She wasn’t being brutal about it, but, given Dana’s history, Carol wasn’t being delicate, either. Once Dana was packed full, Carol and her helpers thoroughly covered the girl with olive oil and seasonings then got a large ventilated spit. By now, Carol’s other meat girls had come out of the house and were gathered around, watching the proceedings with fascination.

“Spitting the girl is the part that always gets to me,” Miki muttered. “I’ve seen plenty of girls get fucked, but this is the ultimate.”

Lorna nodded, and put her previous concerns aside. A spit roasting was sensuous and exciting. She could feel her cunt tingling and was sure the other two women were getting just as excited. She envied Carol her ability to stay calm and professional throughout the process.

“Look at her tits wobble around,” Jess commented. “They’re definitely going to have to bind her breasts so they don’t flop as she rotates on the spit.”

“Nice butt and plump thighs,” Miki added. “I think I want a steak, tonight. I’m having a hard time deciding where it’s coming from, though. Both portions look so good.”

“I want a cutlet from just above the hip bone,” Lorna added. “That’s usually very tender and her meat ought to have enough marbling that it’ll be real juicy.” The other two nodded judiciously. Since Lorna chose girls for the Fest’s cookouts, she was actually very good at judging woman meat on the hoof.

Positioning the spit about five or so inches inside Dana’s pussy, Carol began moving it in and out in a fucking motion, involuntarily exciting the still squealing Dana. Not only was she driving the girl to a massive orgasm, her clenching cunt would align the shaft so Carol could get the right angle to push the spit through her body. Finally, Carol eased the spit through Dana with a slow, steady motion. When the point was out of her mouth and Dana was far enough on the shaft, Candy bound her breasts together while Carol and the other two girls tied her wrists and ankles to the spit.

Once Dana was rotating over the coals, Lorna took a few moments to enjoy one of her favorite sights. There was something beautiful and sensuous about a spitted woman cooking, and the sight never failed to fascinate Lorna and turn her on. She reached over and gently pulled Jess onto the lounger with her. “Stroke me,” she said as she wrapped her arms and legs around the curvy body of the naked blonde. “I’ve got to get off.”

Jess smiled and kissed her softly as Miki came over to join the pair.

The twentyish honey blonde was named Helen. She had a round, slightly childish face, but a fully developed woman’s body. Her tight miniskirt showed full, meaty thighs and emphasized largish breasts that Lorna figured were both natural and only somewhat smaller than her own globes. In all, a very attractive package with about fifteen extra pounds on the frame. A corner of Lorna’s mind persisted in judging the girl as being a really outstanding roaster. Lorna told that part to shut up. This was an innocent kid looking for a regular job.

As she handed over her portfolio, Helen said, “Here’s some of my photo shoots, Ms Paten. I really hope your agency can take me on.”

Lorna looked through the pictures, but it was clear the girl really wasn’t pro fashion quality of the type she handled. She didn’t quite photograph right, even though the shots were obviously done by experts. She was ready to gently dismiss the girl, then she found shots at total variance with the bland portraits in the beginning. The shots were nudes, almost pornographic, and a few were way over that line. “I see you’ve worked with some of the skin guys, Helen,” Lorna said. “I can recognize the work of a couple of these photographers. West coast?”

Helen nodded, totally unabashed. “And New York. I want to get out of the business, but they pay, and I can’t find any other work.”

Lorna nodded at that. Given the quality of her mainstream shots, Helen wasn’t going to find any commercial work, either. At least, she noticed, her guess about the girl’s breasts was correct. They were real, a bit pendulous with big nipples, but all natural.

Helen leaned over. “Actually, Ms Paten, I didn’t come here to be one of your agency’s models. Since I’ve been in Miami, I’ve been to the Casa del Dolcett a couple of times, and I saw you there, with that big Spanish looking guy. I found out who you are and I’d like to ask you for your help.”

Lorna was slightly shocked. “Help?”

Helen nodded. “Yes. That restaurant was the first time I’ve ever tasted another woman’s meat, and I’m getting a real hang up over it. I’ve heard there’s photographers here in town that do shoots about cooking a woman, and I want to be a model in them. I’ve thought about it, even dreamed about it, and I get hot every time. The idea of someone cooking me is exciting, and I think I really want to be a meat girl! Oh, it would be the ultimate thrill! I know what’ll happen if I get picked for dinner, but I’m pretty sure I’m ready for that! Can you help me find someone to take some pictures? Maybe that will help me meet a person - a woman would be best - that would take me and thrill me and turn me into a gourmet meal if I decide I want it!”

Now Lorna was really shocked. “Call me Lorna,” she said in an absent, nonplused voice. Then more seriously, “Are you sure you really mean that? Honey, it means you’ll be dead.”

Helen nodded. “Everyone dies, but I’ll go out with the biggest bang ever!”

Lorna had heard that phrase from more than one spit muffin, and now this girl practically radiated the title. She was ready for it. Suddenly, Lorna remembered the conversation with Jess at Carol’s. Was Helen to be her first seduction for the kitchen?

Why the hell not? “Um,” Lorna said thoughtfully, “tell you what, undress. I want to see you and judge your meat. If it’s as good as I think, I’ll take you on, myself.” She held up a hand to still Helen’s excitement. “let’s see how you react, first.”

As though she was going to turn this cute little pussy platter away if she wanted to get onto the kitchen table for stuffing.

Helen rapidly stripped to the skin, then stood there, arms at her side, trembling but passive, as Lorna walked around her and studied her body. Yep, good meat all right. Those extra pounds were solid flesh, not excess fat. Meaty upper arms and a smooth back meant good beach grilling and plenty of breakfast cuts. The waist was small and the belly flat, but the hips were quite fleshy. Lorna squeezed her over one hip to test the cutlets and they were thick and tender. Her thighs were a little large, but that was good from a steak and roast standpoint. The Helen’s buttocks were smooth, round and deep. Another squeeze proved they were prime roasting material, full and tasty looking.

“Spread your legs and bend over,” Lorna said. “I want to see your pussy.”

When Helen bent over and grabbed her spread ankles, Lorna got a good look at a beautiful, fleshy - and quite wet - pussy. This one would be a gourmet delight.

Walking back around the now standing girl, Lorna hefted a heavy breast, then let her hand trail slowly and gently down to rest on Helen’s upper hip. Looking into her wide, excited eyes, she said, “Well, you look like good kitchen material, Helen. If you are really serious, you can move in with me tonight. Jess and Miki already live with me, but we have plenty of room. Just bring a few changes of clothes, your personal items and a bikini. House rules are that nobody wears clothing in the apartment, and you won’t need it if you decide you really want to be a meat girl. You’ll get a chance to eat some nicely done girl flesh, and see a real spitting soon enough. Then you can make up your mind. Are you up for it?”

Helen’s warm, passionate kiss was the answer. Lorna let her hand gently stroke the girl’s back as they were kissing, finally resting it on a plump buttock. She squeezed the tender mound of meat again, reflecting on how nice it would be to have a slice of it on her plate.

That is, if she and Helen were really ready to go through with cooking her.

Miki, on front desk duty for the day, watched Helen leave, enjoying the bounce and wiggle of her nicely upholstered body. There was one that would be a pleasure to cook. She had a pretty good idea how the interview had gone and was really hoping Lorna had gotten up the nerve to take the offer the girl was practically radiating. Well, one could hope.

As Helen was leaving, an expensively dressed brunette walked into the office. She was in her mid-thirties, short hair in a swept up power cut, smallish breasts and full, beautifully shaped hips accentuated by the expensive tailoring of her waist length double breasted jacket and tight slacks. Small diamonds in her ears and on her necklace accentuated a picture of power, money and good taste. Miki thought she’d be really good looking if it weren’t for the expression of arrogance and superiority she was wearing.

“I would like to see Ms Paten, please, as soon as possible.” It was phrased like a request, but came out a direct order to a not-particularly-important underling. The tone matched the woman’s expression and Miki’s dislike for her grew.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Miki said professionally. “May I ask your name and the nature of your business?”

The woman looked down her nose at Miki. “I am Louise Guest. As to the nature of my business, you certainly may not ask. It’s between myself and Ms Paten. You don’t appear to be one of her ‘clients’ so perhaps you are intelligent enough to understand what I’m about to tell you. I want to see her NOW.” With that, she sat down and looked expectantly at Miki.

Too angry to be flustered, Miki nodded and went into the inner office where Lorna was discussing selection of girls for upcoming modeling assignments with Jess. Miki waited a moment for a lull in the conversation. Let the bitch cool her heels, she wasn’t going to interrupt her boss. When Lorna stopped and looked at her, Miki said, “Lorna, we’ve got one really pushy broad outside named Louise Guest. She’s ordered me to order you to see her right this minute. Can I tell her to fuck off?”

Lorna smiled and shook her head, then thought for a moment. “Miki, you can go back out and send her in. Jess, get into the side office and turn on the surveillance cameras and mikes. I have a feeling we’re going to want a record of this one.”

As Jess nodded and went into the side office, Miki opened Lorna’s office door and said, “Ms Guest, you may come in now.”

Once inside the office Louise plopped into a chair facing Lorna’s desk and began without preamble. “First, I want to tell you, I don’t like you or your business. You’re nothing but cheap whores pandering to men’s lusts.

“Yes,” she said holding up her hand, “I know you run a legitimate fashion modeling agency, but I know where you and your so-called ‘clients’ came from. As I said, I consider you and the rest cheap whores. But that’s not why I’m here, Ms Paten.”

Lorna had yet to say anything or make a gesture. Her face was under perfect control. As long as this stupid, arrogant bitch was disposed to run her mouth, she was content to let her. Miki had this one typed exactly. She was a pushy broad, but that type made mistakes when they thought they were in complete control. Lorna was totally willing to let the woman rant on until she screwed up.

“I represent a very powerful figure,” Louise continued. “He has taken an interest in the case of Dana Last who, through a gross miscarriage of justice, was recently condemned to death. She was sent to a licensed executioner named Carol Beach who works for you in some sort of organization of which you are the purported head. You are to contact this Carol Beach and obtain the release of Ms Last, by whatever means necessary.

“If you do not,” the woman leaned over and said nastily, “I can guarantee you will have no business by the end of the month, and be a pauper shortly thereafter. Frankly, you won’t even be able to find a job with those disgusting skin magazines you used to work for. Do you understand me?”

Lorna’s face still gave away nothing. This bitch apparently knew about the Society, but how much? Not enough, she decided, but enough to be dangerous. She was a possible threat, and that was enough to arouse Lorna’s temper. Besides, the bitch was pissing her off, all on her own, never mind threats. “That’s quite some impressive threats,” Lorna said calmly.

“They aren’t threats, Ms Paten,” Louise shot back. “They are exactly what will happen if you or that Beach woman don’t cooperate.”

“You’ve given me no reason to believe there is any substance to what you are saying,” Lorna commented. “I have no intention of reacting to any off-the-street type that comes charging in here and spouting off. In addition, even if I were connected with this Carol Beach, I have no intention of circumventing the decision of the courts for no other reason than vague, unsubstantiated threats.” Besides, several nice pieces of Dana were at home in the refrigerator, waiting for tonight’s dinner.

Louis sat back in her chair and glared at Lorna. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Very well, I had intended to keep his name out of it, but you give me no choice. If this gets out of this room, you’re finished, Paten. Mister Absolom Last is the man concerned, and I am his chief of staff. If you do not comply promptly and completely with his desires, I will personally ensure your destruction. Do I make myself clear?”

Lorna nodded. “Very.”

“Good.” Louise jumped up out of the chair and stalked from Lorna’s office, deliberately leaving the door open, and past Miki out into the building’s main corridor.

Lorna watched her go, noticing the woman had a really magnificent bottom and great thighs, easily Jess’s equal. This Last and his hit woman had totally underestimated the power of the Society, but that didn’t mean the pair weren’t big trouble. She put her chin in her hand and thought for a moment, then an idea began to form. Hm.

“Jess,” she called out, “get in here. Miki, get Carol on the line. She needs to know what just happened. Then run down Antonio Montero. Tell him dinner tonight is on me.” And another activity can be on me, too, she added mentally. The guy was a really great lay, and she usually ended up wearing nothing but him at some point during an evening. She hoped this evening was going to be no exception.

They met at a discreet little table at the Casa de Dolcett and got their business out of the way over drinks. Both were eager to get to the dinner, since the plump little Hispanic blonde on the menu looked very tasty and the sauces in this restaurant were superb. Antonio was a darkly handsome, muscular man with neck length hair brushed back and an air of experience and danger that women found attractive. In addition to being an international arms dealer, he was also occasionally a mercenary and could do other violent things if the price was right. Lorna wanted to see him for just that last reason.

After hearing the story of Louise Guest’s visit, Antonio’s question was simple and to the point. “Do you wish her eliminated?”

Lorna shook her head. “No. I have a little plan for her. It’s her boss I’m worried about. He’s some kind of power mad monolith straight out of the TV. I can handle Louise, but Last needs to be taken out of the picture.”

Antonio smiled. “Don’t count on an excellent dinner and your even more excellent sexual skills to cause me to reduce my fee. I have expenses, you know.”

Lorna gave a silent sigh of relief. He’d take the job. “I have no problem with that,” she commented with a smile. “I’ll need him neutralized within four days, in such a way as to avoid attention.”

Antonio smiled and brought her hand to his lips. “You know I can refuse you nothing. It will be expensive, you understand, but doable.”

Lorna leaned over and brushed his ear with her lips, a down payment on later in the evening. “Thanks. Cost isn’t an object. The Society can afford it. When I told Carol, she was really worried. She knew all about Last.”

Antonio shrugged. “I, too, know him. I’ve done a few jobs for him, so access on my part isn’t a problem. I took the precaution of making an in-depth study of him and his surroundings years ago, as simple insurance. Neither the job, nor your timetable is beyond reach. I gather you would prefer the good mister Last becomes incapacitated after you have dealt with this Guest woman?”

Lorna nodded, her face set in a deadly cold expression. “Yes. As it happens, I still have some hypnotic drugs left over from the Gerry Greerson problem. Louise Guest will resign by day after tomorrow. Last is yours at any time after that.”

Lorna smiled as the security monitor in her office showed Louise Guest marching triumphantly up the hall to her office. A simple, almost true, message that Dana Last would be available in her office was enough to bring the woman running. As Louise approached the outer office door, Lorna bet herself the arrogant bitch would simply come storming in without any byplay with Miki, who was back on the receptionist desk. She handed Jess an autoinjector, filled with Russian Cold War surplus hypnotic drugs. “Here. Hit her when I give you the sign. I want to have a little quick fun, first.”

For her part, Louise was mentally engrossed in what she was going to do to Lorna and her two women after retrieving Dana. There was really no reason to leave Lorna, or anyone connected with her, as a credible threat, and that sort of thing was a problem handled with her usual efficiency many times in the past. Usually, she frowned, because that dumb little shit Dana kept getting in trouble, Daddy wanted to get her out of trouble, and Louise had to do the getting. Pain in the ass. Louise told herself she was going to enjoy this cleanup operation.

True to Lorna’s expectations, Louise stormed through the outer office and into Lorna’s, plopping herself into a chair and totally ignoring Jess, who casually moved to one side behind the woman. “All right, Paten,” Louise said, “I’m here. Where’s Dana?”

Without any particular expression, Lorna pointed to a tray of cold cuts laid out as an office buffet. “Right there. Want some?”

It took a moment for Lorna’s meaning to register, then Louise was frozen in shock. Lorna nodded to Jess, who leaned smoothly over and shot the contents of her injector into Louise’s neck. Things got very hazy for Louise Guest very rapidly after that.

The Society’s sixty five foot boat was smaller than a major yacht, but very nicely appointed and held everyone with ease for the trip to the isolated little island in the Bahamas. Once they were out of sight of Miami, all the women aboard, including the Society’s all girl crew, had removed their bikinis to enjoy the freedom of nudity. Lorna was sitting in the stern lounge, enjoying the warm sunny sea and a good drink when her best friend Vivian joined her. Vivian was slightly taller than Lorna, and universally judged the most voluptuous woman anyone had ever seen without any extra fat. “Spill, girl,” Vivian told Lorna. “I know all about that bimbo Guest. What I don’t know is how you got her tied up in the cabin.”

Lorna cocked an ear at sounds from the main cabin that told her someone was having a little fun with the cuffed and gagged Ms Louise Guest. Louise had had quite a lot of sexual stimulation since they’d caught her and the woman couldn’t help reacting, partly because of her own passionate nature and partly due to posthypnotic suggestion delivered by Lorna. Actually, she was fun. “Well,” she said, “you know all about those hypnotic drugs I used on Gerry Greerson. I had some left over, and we injected Louise when she came to my office several days ago, plotting, I have no doubt, something evil for me and the girls. After that, I took her over to her office so she could make out her resignation. When we got her back to the apartment, the Society’s lawyers had delivered Louise’s Kevorkian declaration, new will, and assignment of estate to the Society. After that, it was just keep her secured, play with her when the feeling struck, and wait for the boat.”

Vivian gave Lorna an inquiring look. “And the good Mister Last? How did he take to the resignation of his Chief of Staff?”

Lorna shrugged. “No idea. He had a fatal stroke in his car yesterday.”

Vivian nodded. Typical Lorna work. Underhanded, ruthless, quick, and final. “It was a considerable expense to the Society, but necessary,” Lorna added. “On the other hand, once Louise’s assets are totaled out, I think we’ll have broken even.”

Lorna stood up and motioned Vivian to follow her up to the pilothouse atop the cabin. Once there, she pointed out two girls enjoying a little naked sunbathing on the front deck, a classically beautiful redhead and a dishwater blonde with a plump figure. “An unexpected addition to the scenario,” Lorna commented. “The redhead is Louise’s personal secretary, Tami. Jess met her while I was in Louise’s private office doing her resignation. Turns out she hated Louise as much as anyone and was quite happy to see us get her. She came over to my place later that evening, and spent the night playing with all of us. The nice blonde is Helen. She’s hot as hell to be a spit muffin and this will be her first live cooking. If she decides to go for real, you’re invited over for what promises to be a great dinner.”

Vivian looked at Helen again. “Well, Helen looks delicious, and Louis Guest is a real bitch. It’ll be a pleasure to bite into a piece of Louise, Lorna. I’ve known about her for a long time and hated her for as long as I’ve known about her. She ought to cook up very nicely.”

She took another, more appraising look. “And Helen will, too. You bet I’ll be there, girl.”

The little island was beautiful, about three acres in size, with a brushy center full of palm trees and a beautiful beach. One distinctive feature was a large volcanic rock, nearly on the beach, with a long deep shelf jutting out of it about three feet off the ground. There was evidence of many fires built under the shelf, a mystery explained when Carol told Lorna it was her favorite beach grill. It seemed that Louise Guest was going to be served up naturally grilled.

A table was set up near the rock as Carol’s three helpers set up a spit roasting pit and put fuel under the rock shelf. Carol, Jess and Miki laid out a tempting light buffet on the table, consisting mostly of cold cuts from Dana Last and other goodies. The centerpiece was Louise, gracefully squatting nude with her knees spread wide to show her pussy and a dreamy smile on her face.

Vivian and Lorna were standing behind the table, watching the girls at the cookout fill paper plates with light servings and stroke various portions of Louise’s smooth bare flesh as they served their plates. “I expect Louise is enjoying this,” Vivian commented. “I haven’t seen her move except to squirm in reaction to someone’s stroking. How’d you manage it, Honey? I thought you’d have to chain her down.”

Lorna shook her head. “Not when I still have some of my hypnotic drugs left. Right now, she’s flying high and loving every minute of this. I didn’t want to chain her. No matter what she’s done, I’m not into mistreatment. I’d rather let her get some pleasure out of this. She’ll taste just as good, either way.”

Vivian nodded. “Agreed.” She studied Louise’s back, thighs and bottom for a moment. “Besides, Louise has a beautiful back. One of her best features, with plenty of smooth meat on it, not bony at all. Those thighs and buttocks look tender and full, too.”

Lorna agreed with Vivian’s assessment. In fact, it was making her hungry. “Come on,” she said, “let’s get some lunch.”

The two women picked up paper plates and began to fill them with cold cuts, veggies and other things. Lorna smiled at the seraphic expression on Louise’s face. That woman was certainly on Cloud Nine! She looked down and noticed Louise’s cunt was so juicy wet it was dripping from all the stimulation. Someone had thriftily put a small bowl under her to catch the girl juice for future use, and that gave Lorna an idea. Taking a glass of wine, she stroked Louise’s open pussy for a few seconds, bringing a small moan and a flurry of drops, which Lorna caught in her wine. “I saw Brooke do this once,” she explained to Vivian. “She said it improved the flavor.”

A sip of wine proved Brooke right. When Lorna made a pleased expression and nodded at Vivian, she looked intrigued and tried the experiment for herself. “I may have to get a girl just for this,” Vivian commented with appreciation after trying her own wine. “Very nice!”

Shortly, Carol took out her two-girl play spit. The long metal shaft had a U shaped fixture half way down with what looked like vibrators mounted on the prongs of the U. Lorna knew the vibrators were actually electric tinglers. When two girls were properly emplaced on the spit, with the seven inch tinglers completely up inside their vaginas, a mild electric current would stimulate the nerves and drive the girl seated on it absolutely wild. She’d ridden one over the fire before, and the whole sensation was fantastic.

“All right, ladies,” Carol announced, “Louise gets one of these. Who wants to ride with her?”

There was no shortage of volunteers. Everyone had done it at one time or another and wanted to do it again. However, when Helen announced she wanted to ride the spit with Louise, Lorna let her have the honors. “I want to look in her eyes and I want to feel what she’s feeling,” Helen explained calmly to Lorna. “I want to see what it’s like before I do it for real.”

Oh, and you’ll certainly get your chance to do it for real, honey, Lorna thought.

Carol had the two women lie on their sides facing each other on the cooking table. “Okay, dear,” she said to Helen, “you’re going on a little longer ride than most. I want you both delirious before I bring you off, then I’m going to leave Louise on it until the heat gets her. Don’t worry, you’ll have fun and I’m going to get somebody good to lick your pussy when you come off so you’ll really enjoy it, but you’re perfectly safe.”

Helen looked at her trustingly. “I understand. Let’s get started.”

Carol nodded. “Okay, you two, cock your upper legs so I can get the shafts inside those delicious little pussies of yours.” As the two women followed her instructions, Carol and a helper laid the spit between them, with the tinglers just at the mouths of their cunts. The tinglers were inserted fully, pulling both sets of hips together to the point where their bellies and pubic mounds were pressed tightly together around the shaft of the spit. Using straps, Carol bound their shoulders, chests, waists, thighs and lower legs together, and tied each woman’s hands behind the one in front of her. When she finished, both naked women were tightly pressed together at every point on the front of their bodies, hugging each other close with their bound hands. Helen was looking intently into the dreamy, stoned face of the woman with her on the spit.

Carol and her helpers set the spit on the automatic machinery and started the women turning over the coals. Everyone else gathered around to enjoy the sight as the roasting women began to slowly turn pink. It was easy to tell the sensations were getting to them, because both May and Louise were alternately groaning in orgasm and squealing loudly. “I love this,” Vivian breathed. “I enjoy the smell of sex and cooking women, the sight of them roasting, and the sound of a girl on the play spit.”

Lorna agreed. “Nothing squeals like a girl on the spit. Pity they can’t squeal like that when it’s for real and the spit is run through their bodies.” She began to slowly stroke herself between the thighs. When Lorna realized that Helen and Louise were both gushing girl juice to the point where the entire region of their lower buttocks and inner thighs were glistening and sizzling drops were falling onto the coals, she decided enough was enough. She grabbed Vivian and headed for a beach blanket for a little relief.

Carol watched Helen carefully and, true to her word, took her off the spit when she began to look really woozy. She put Louise back over the coals, but didn’t set the spit to rotate, just left her on top so the spit would support her. Studying the woman’s face critically, she decided it wouldn’t be long before the heat would get her. She wouldn’t be in this position long enough to cook unevenly. Meanwhile, one of Carol’s girls spread the heated stone shelf with olive oil so Louise wouldn’t burn when she was laid on it.

After a little while, Carol announced, “She’s gone.” Louise was quickly moved from the spit to the cooking shelf, and set in place on her back, arms by her side, head off the end of the shelf and resting on a small table to keep it out of the heat. Carol had the fire under the shelf at varying intensity, from medium above Louise’s waist to hotter lower down. That way her hips, buttocks and legs would cook at the same rate as the less heavy meat on the woman’s back, shoulders and arms.

“It looks like she’s frying,” commented Lorna, watching the hot oil steam and sizzle around the slowly cooking woman.

Carol shook her head. “That’s just what I don’t want to do. I want her nice, tender and juicy to carve. Since there’s so many variations in meat thickness, it’s really not possible to fry a whole girl, especially and get the pussy done just right. Think of her as cooking on a griddle. Keep her oiled up and the heat at the right level and she’ll cook up better than in a restaurant.”

Lorna nodded. Louise certainly smelled mouthwatering.

After Louise was flipped over on her belly, Carol took a cooking fork and tested the plump meat of a bottom cheek. “Dinner will be ready in about half an hour,” she pronounced.

Vivian was watching the mouthwatering woman cook, mentally choosing the cut she wanted to eat. Louise may have been a bitch, she thought, but she certainly looked and smelled tasty. Hip, thigh or calf?

Turning, Vivian noticed a now revived Helen on a beach blanket with Jess and Miki. The blonde was purring as the other two women stroked and nibbled on various portions of her anatomy. There was another one that was going to be good eating in the not too distant future. Lorna’s first real catch, and she was a nice one. If she knew her friend, there would be mixed emotions now that she was fully into the whole process of obtaining, cooking and eating women. Well, Lorna could join the club, just like everyone else. And, if she knew her, she’d still be the same sweet person with a big heart, always worrying if she was doing the right thing. That was Lorna, sweet, underhanded, ruthless, steel hard, big hearted Lorna. Vivian loved her for being what she was.

On the whole, Vivian decided as she looked around at the naked women at the cookout, life was both good and fun. If there were bitches like Louise in the world, there were also women like Lorna to make sure the bitches ended up on a platter where they belonged.

Thinking about Lorna’s plush, exciting figure, she had another thought. Dinner looked to have a little while to go, yet. Wonder if there was enough time to get in another quick fuck with Lorna before Louise was carved?

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[quote author=DanK link=topic=171.msg656#msg656 date=1154158661] Hmm. In my version, Chapter 5 was called ‘Serving the Media’. But I definitely remember reading this. It’s too good to forget!

Guess I’ll just delete my old stuff and download the current chapters. That way I’ll get the most recent version, and the storyline is probably more in sequence that way.

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You probably should. I’ve worked these over so that they are the definitive versions of the stories.

And I’m certainly glad you are enjoying them, Dan. ;D

Leo

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