Lilith 06: Serving the Media by Leo

Serving the Media

The beautiful, round faced brunette woman looked out of the TV screen, mike in hand and suitably amorphous building in the background. The camera panned back to show a figure as solid and round as the face. “As this report has shown, Betty Packard, the former actress and model has attempted to escape the public eye, but this reporter believes the people have a right to know.

“Although she has not been in a major production for over ten years due to the accident that has caused her a number of physical problems, her standard of living has become deplorable and she now associates with questionable people. Her personal assistant, a Mister LeRoy Graham, was arrested in 1995 for attempted burglary. Even though the judge waived jail time under first offense guidelines and he now professes rehabilitation, this reporter feels Graham’s association with MS Packard should be brought into the public light and closely examined.”

The woman’s face simply oozed sanctity. “The People Have A Right to Know. Why has Betty Packard let herself go to such a degree? Why is she associating with questionable people like Graham? Frankly, this reporter questions why Graham, someone so far below the standards of this community, should be allowed to remain here.

“Janine Wilkins, investigative reporter. and this is My Report.”

The screen went blank, and the central of the early thirtyish three women watching the monitor - the same brunette that had made the report - turned to a slightly more slender, taller, dark haired woman on her left. “Okay,” she said, “that’s good for a body. I want to highlight it with those still shots we got last week. How about that one of her on her back porch?”

The dark haired woman’s name was Sara, and she was Janine’s producer/director/sound girl. The woman on the other side of Janine was a tall blonde named Joan who did the camera work. The two of them comprised Janine’s reporting team, helping her create the stories she sold to various South Florida news markets. Privately, Janine would have preferred male assistants because she thought them more capable than women, but women would work cheaper. They were certainly easier to exploit for her own purposes as needed.

Sara called up another picture on the monitor. It showed a scarred and broken woman in a wheelchair with a large black man in the background, hovering tenderly over her and adjusting the positions of useless arms and legs. Love and devotion was written large on his face as he attempted to make the woman more comfortable. “This one?” Sara asked.

Janine nodded. “Yes. I like the angle on her face. If we blow it up, crop everything else out, then dull that scar pulling her lip up, it looks like she’s sneering. It’ll give our viewers a good idea of what she thinks of them. Plug that in as the last image and this segment will really have some punch. Any other shot she’s in, make sure we blur the arms and legs. I want them to look functional.”

“Okay,” Sara nodded, turning to her computer keyboard to do some editing.

Joan looked a little uncomfortable. “I wonder what they’ll do after this comes out. She’s broke and the owner of that house is letting them live there rent free. I wonder if he’ll throw them out after this report hits the evening news.”

Janine shrugged. “Who cares? The money’s good for these segments and we can sell every one we make. She’s just another scalp on our belt. Now get busy.”

Janine turned to a table behind her and picked up a picture. It showed a startlingly beautiful woman with a long fall of dark hair around her shoulders. For a moment, a blaze of jealousy flamed through Janine’s eyes. “Here’s our next project: Brooke Park. I’ve gotten a few rumbles she belongs to some sort of secret organization called the Society of Lillith. No telling where that may lead, and we ought to get plenty of mileage out of exposing her and everyone in the Society.”

She looked at the other two women with a wholly unpleasant smile. “I’m going to get rich off this one.”

Lorna reexamined the papers on her desk and then carefully studied the twenty-something woman in the chair in front of her. Brunette, with a full, pleasantly beautiful and intelligent face, she also was the proud possessor of firm, solid figure. If she had to guess, Lorna thought the girl would provide enough meat for at least ten days for four or so people. All prime, too, judging from the woman’s obviously superb condition. “Diane, you fully understand what being a candidate member of the Society of Lillith means? That you could die at any of four tests during the year that you are a candidate? Believe me, it happens.”

Diane Candice, the young lady to whom that question was directed, sat back in her chair and thought about her questioner for a moment. Lorna Paten, owner of one of the hottest modeling agencies in Miami, the Aldyke Agency, was definitely no fool. She was also the president of the Society of Lillith and the person that controlled Diane’s immediate future as soon as she opened her mouth. Visually, Loran was cheerfully beautiful, with a full, curvaceous figure packed into a low cut bright sun dress. Just a really cuddly, cute, sweet girl. Rumor, however, said she was steel hard and utterly ruthless if the occasion demanded. Looking carefully at the woman, Diane decided rumor was dead right. What the hell, go for it.

Diane nodded, her serious expression hiding a bad case of nerves. “Actually, Ms Paten, I know a great deal about the Society, including how I could die if I was Chosen. My best friend recommended me, and she told me everything.”

Lorna wasn’t exactly happy with the idea that a nonmember knew about the Society’s Candidate rules, but she let that pass for the moment. The fact that the girl obviously knew what she was doing made things easier to explain. It still wasn’t good that she knew. In fact, it was down right irritating.

As part of her personal policies as president of the Society of Lillith, Lorna was now interviewing every new candidate. She had no desire to have to cook a woman that had been set up as meat by a vindictive or unethical sponsor, like some other girls had been, and the interview was designed to weed them out. Hence, Diane Candice, prospective candidate, was sitting in front of Lorna Paten, president. “Tell me what you know,” Lorna ordered.

Diane took a deep breath, like someone preparing to make an irretrievable step, and launched into her recitation. “Okay… The Society meets quarterly on a private island in the Caribbean for a two or three day Beach Festival. All women, no clothing, plenty of sex along with Society business. The members enjoy meals featuring four women, chosen from the candidate members if someone else doesn’t volunteer to be roasted for some reason. When I go to the Fest, I can enjoy as much beach time and sex as I want until the Choosing is held in the afternoon of the first day. Then I stand in line with all the other candidates while you, as president, pick the girls for roasting. If I’m chosen, I get a spit up my butt and I hope you enjoy the meal.”

Diane leaned forward in her chair, looking earnestly at Lorna. “Ms Paten, I know knowing what I just told you means I’m automatically on the menu if I don’t show up at the Fest. I also know the Society takes care of its own, very well. I want success, just like you have, and I’m willing to take the same risks for it. I’ve thought long and hard, and I want to join.”

Lorna sat back for a moment and thought. This girl certainly was going to be taking the same risks she took when she joined. Ruefully, she reflected that she, herself, was short, full bodied to the point of almost zaftig plump. Carol, the Society’s cook, admitted still daydreaming about running a spit through her and popping her on a nice fire, not to mention enjoying a steak from her full butt. She’d managed to get past all four Choosings to survive and become president, however.

Diane wasn’t quite as curvy as she was, but her solid figure was definitely meaty. In fact, the woman was prime cooking material. Lorna wondered how she was going to do survive four choosings. Lorna, as president, made the choice of who got roasted and she prided herself on her impartiality. On the other hand, Lorna had no doubt this girl was going to survive. Looking into Diane’s intelligent eyes, Lorna could see herself in them, and knew the woman was going to make it. The interesting question was how.

Lorna nodded. “Okay, Diane, you’re accepted. Be back in Miami in a month and you’ll be told when and where to meet the transport for the island.”

Lorna shook Diane’s hand and said, “Good luck.” She meant it.

As Diane was leaving her office, Jess looked in the door. Sparing a glance to see that Diane was on her way out, she said, “Brooke’s on the line, Lorna, and she’s hopping mad.”

Lorna sighed. Brooke was a good friend and great lover, but Brooke hopping mad wasn’t an unusual occurrence. “Okay, Jess. I’ll take it. I wonder what’s got the Diva’s back up, now.” She picked up the phone. “Hi, Brooke.”

“Janine Wilkins! I’m going to ram a double thick spit up her fat ass and toss her over a blazing fire and wish I could hear her yell her head off! I’m… I’m…”

“Beautiful afternoon to you, too,” Lorna said calmly into the monologue pause. “I take it this Wilkins person has done something to irritate you?”

Lorna had to hold the phone away from her ear for a moment, until she was sure the volume of obscenities was dying down. “Ready to tell me about it now?”

Brooke’s voice still shook with rage, but she was a little more under control. “That damned bitch is trying to do a story on me!”

“Well, Brooke, you do own a designer swimwear firm, and you’re still an international swimsuit model. You ought to be used to publicity.”

Brooke took a deep breath and began to explain. “Janine Wilkins is a muckraker, and she leaves devastation and ruined people in her wake. If she’s trying to do a story on me, and that’s what several people just told me, she’ll try to get anything she can to destroy me. That’s how the bitch makes her living. Don’t you watch the local news?”

Lorna replied, “Nope. I seldom watch TV at all. The name means nothing to me, but I can see where you might have some trouble. Surely this can’t be all bad, can it?”

“Oh, yes it can,” Brooke said grimly. “Among other things, you can expect the bitch to connect me with the Society if she hasn’t already done so. Believe me, she’ll track down everybody she can, then splash some wildly inflammatory story about the Society and everyone in it all over the TV. That could ruin all of us.”

Lorna was suddenly serious. Everything the Society did was legal, including cooking candidates for the Fests, but there were a thousand ways publicity could destroy it and everyone connected with it. This was far worse than Diane’s friend telling her the risks before the right time. “We have to talk about this. Not now… after dinner tonight. You need to calm down, anyhow. Vivian’s going to be there, along with everyone else, Tish, one of the candidates, has decided she wants to go all the way.”

For a moment, Lorna felt uncomfortable. Any time a girl actually volunteered for the spit, it bothered her. But that was Tish’s right, after all. Besides, she looked delicious. “Let’s have a good meal and a good fuck, then we’ll put our heads together. We’ll think of something. Okay?”

Brooke sounded mollified. “Okay. We’re breaking in your new kitchen, right?”

“Yes and no. Jess and Miki talked me into a designer kitchen, but I’m looking for someone really special as a main course for the real party. I have a lot of new gadgets, but we’re going to be a little more conventional tonight. Tish is going into my new rotisserie oven. It’s a combination microwave and normal design, and can cook a whole girl in less than two hours. We’ll have plenty of time for plotting. See you there?”

Brooke sighed. “Yes. See you there. Lorna, you are a real relief.”

Brooke arrived at Lorna’s front door at the appointed time, totally unsurprised when the girl that opened it was completely nude. Lorna’s apartment was the top floor of a three story art deco apartment house she owned in trendy South Beach. The arrangement gave her a great deal of privacy and she preferred nudity at home, so her visitors also doffed their clothing. The main room was full of about fifteen or so good looking naked women, a sight that appealed to Brooke, but she was looking for Lorna as she removed her own clothing and left it in the guest bedroom. Lorna came out of the kitchen area and greeted the now nude Brooke with a quick hug and kiss. “Glad to see you’re here, Brooke,” Lorna said. “Come and see my new kitchen.”

They made their way through naked women constantly circulating between conversations, the kitchen and the bar, snagging a drink each as they passed the bar, then went into the kitchen. Along the way, Brooke greeted old friends and gave out a few hugs. All of the guests were members of the Society and well known to Brooke, who was a past president. As the two women entered Lorna’s shiny new kitchen, they were joined by Vivian, one of the most voluptuous women either Lorna or Brooke had ever known and Lorna‘s best friend. “It’s always a reach to get my arms around you,” Brooke joked, enjoying the feel of Vivian’s much larger pillows enveloping her own grapefruit sized breasts.

“Serves you right for being so skinny,” Vivian laughed. Lorna rolled her eyes. Her own plush figure was simply a scaled down version of the bigger woman, but she always envied Brooke her tight swimsuit model’s figure.

Once in the kitchen, Brooke’s eyes immediately focused on a young brunette woman, about Brooke’s own build, lying on her belly in a platter on the cooking island. It was Tish, was moaning as Jess pushed a long thick plug between her plump cheeks and up her ass while Miki finished rubbing her down with oil and spices. Obviously, she was tonight’s dinner.

“What made her decide to do this?” Brooke asked as she watched the women work. Blonde Jess and dark haired Miki were women in their mid thirties with the firm curvy figures and slightly weathered air of experienced biker girls or former porn actresses, which is what they were. They both wore aprons over their bare skin for practical protection as they bustled around the kitchen getting the meal ready.

Lorna made a face and shrugged. “Who knows? She came to me last week and practically demanded to become the main course, so I set up a Society party in her honor. She was hot for it, and so sexually charged up she was all we could handle since she’s been here. Damned if I can figure out what was going through her mind. Just wanted the ultimate fuck, I suppose.”

Brooke smiled at her friend. Lorna could never understand the mentality of a woman that volunteered to be cooked. In fact, the idea vaguely disturbed her, although she loved the taste. Brooke, on the other hand, had no such qualms. Watching Miki stuff the writhing girl’s ass, she commented, “The space in the rotisserie looks a little short.”

“Yep,” Lorna replied. “The rotisserie isn’t long enough for her to stretch out, so we either cook her doubled up or in a fashion we found in a really incredible series of pictures on one of the forums. You put her arms behind her back and tie her wrists to her elbows, then fold the legs back and tie her ankles to her thighs. Put in a spreader bar to hold her legs apart and everything is properly exposed to the heat and gets pretty evenly cooked. Carol’s here, and she is very interested in how it works out. Looks exciting, actually. When I asked Tish if that was how she wanted to do it, she was all for the idea.

“I have a new automatic spitting machine like Carol’s that can run a pole through her with no problem. We’ll slip an electric tingler up her ass, too. It holds the stuffing in and she’ll be popping off the whole time she’s still conscious on the spit, and let her have some fun. It makes the meat juicier, too.

“That isn’t all,” Lorna added. “The designer isn’t in town tonight, or I’d introduce you to her, but she really put in a lot of wild gadgets, besides this new rotisserie.”

To the questioning looks from the other two, she added, “For instance, the kitchen is set up for role play, as well as serious cooking. I know we could do role play in the old kitchen, but some real specialty items have been added… See over by the counter next to the fridge?” Brooke and Vivian both nodded. “Well, ladies, that can be used as a grill for exclusive cuts that need delicate handling such as nipples or a cunt steak. It’s primary use, however, is as a pussy grill for role play. Sit a girl down on it and turn on the heat and the grillee goes wild after a few moments. I tried it on Jess the other night; she’s got such a nice cunt steak and I was really up for it. She not only had about four big blasts in a row, I was able to nibble on one of the juiciest pussies I’ve had on a girl in quite a while. She got really noisy, too.”

Vivian’s eyes got thoughtful. “I think I want to try that one later, girl. On me.” Then she turned to watch the cooks.

The spit tip, was already in Tish’s pussy, but not far enough to puncture anything. It began pulsing back and forth, simulating intercourse, and Tish began moaning and squirming, obviously building up to a major orgasm. The eventual blast was both active and noisy, to the appreciation of the watching group. As her muscles tightened in orgasm, Jess flipped the switch and the shaft began to slowly and smoothly penetrate the young woman. In a few moments, the spit was out of Tish’s mouth and Jess and Miki began to tie her in position for roasting. Gently lifting the ends of the spit, Tish was transferred to the waiting rotisserie.

“We’ll use normal heat, slowly built up until she’s gone,” Lorna commented. “That’ll let her get s much feeling out of it as possible. After a few moments, with the orgasms and the building delirium caused by the heat, she’ll be so out of it she won’t know, or care, what’s happening.”

Tish could feel the heat and the stiff rod through her body, but didn’t mind the discomfort. It was the thrill of the ultimate one-to-a-customer moment, embellished by the growing thrills from the tingler and Miki’s basting brush to her pubis that began to dominate her consciousness. As one orgasm after another hit her, her thoughts began to get fuzzy and vague. After a few more minutes, sexual sensation was totally dominant and her whole world was awash in sensation. Even the smell of herself beginning to cook only added to the moment. As she drifted away, she was completely in a universe of intense sexuality. It felt as though every nerve in her body was engulfed in pleasure.

Once she was rotating in the rotisserie, everyone enjoyed the thrill of watching Tish squirm and ripple on the spit as the heat slowly built up. All of them, Lorna included, were wrapped up in the intensity of Tish’s feelings, with sympathetic thrills and tingles coursing through their own bodies as they watched her smooth thighs flex and her firm round buttocks clench. Everyone had to stay and watch the show Tish was putting on, but the couches and beds were going to be in use shortly.

“Amazing,” Brooke commented with awe. “She really looks delicious, too. I really want a fuck and a cut from one of those round thighs, in that order. Ummm, she’s already starting to smell yummy. Do you guys want some help setting the table after we finish?”

In the morning, Lorna made a call to Antonio Montero. He was her occasional boyfriend, an international arms dealer that sometimes doubled as a mercenary and other, less well defined things. She invited him over for dinner, to share some very nice cuts she’d specifically saved for the occasion. She also invited his partners, Juan and Paulo, since Jess and Miki, her own live-in assistants, had gotten quite involved with them. All three men were muscular, darkly handsome, and had a well deserved air of danger that she found very erotic. Since it was her place, house rules on nudity would apply. Frankly, the only thing she intended to wear during the evening was Antonio. Lorna had no doubt her two girls had similar plans.

There would be a little planning session during the evening, too, which ought to make next week very interesting.

The quarry rose to the bait the following Wednesday. Miki buzzed her desk and told her Janine Wilkins was on the line. Finally! Lorna had scattered plenty of hints around for the damned woman to find and she certainly took long enough to trip over them! Lorna quickly agreed to an interview that afternoon. No cameras, as though she didn’t expect Janine to come to her office secretly wired for sound and video.

The interview went pretty much as expected. After the usual preliminaries, Janine tossed the opening pitch. “I understand,” she said with an air of conspiratorial confidence, “that you and Brooke Park are both in an organization called the Society of Lillith. Can you tell me anything about it? It would certainly help with the background I’m assembling for an in depth documentary piece on Ms Park’s success. I think it’s important, you know, that other women learn just how far determination and ability can take you in this world.”

Lorna nodded, smiling sweetly. “Ill be happy to help you with any background you would like on Brooke. She’s one of my best friends.”

Janine noted this sweet airhead had apparently missed the question about the Society of Lillith. As she listened to Lorna’s universally positive comments on Brooke, Janine decided to hit this dummy over the head with it again. Getting something on the Society was becoming a major necessity to the story. There really wasn’t much dirt available or the possibility of creating any without it. “That’s all very interesting,” Janine said pleasantly, interrupting the paean of praise, “but I’d also like to discover more about the Society of Lillith. It sounds fascinating.”

I’ll just bet you’d like to discover more about the Society, Lorna thought with an inner smile. Now to set the hook, but good. “Actually,” she lied sweetly, “I really can’t tell you all that much about it. It’s a charitable organization and, like many charitable organizations, much of its work is privately funded and carried out with discretion. I’m attending a special Society fundraiser with Brooke day after tomorrow. Since it’s a fundraiser, it’s open to all women willing to buy a ticket. Of course, you have to be a woman, since the Society is only open to women. If you’d like one, the ticket costs a thousand dollars, is tax deductible, and includes boat passage. I understand there will be a beach cookout and other events. It really ought to be fun.

“Would you like to attend?” Lorna concluded with an air of helpful earnestness. “My agency overbought by one ticket and you can buy our spare, if you want.”

Did she ever want to attend?! Janine felt like leaping over the desk to grab the ticket. Paying a thousand for the fundraiser was not fun, but the story ought to be worth it, if something really went on at one of these “cookouts”. At the very least, a bunch of women running around in swimsuits on a beach would give her some good stock copy and the chance to build something out of whatever else she gathered. Secret meetings and lesbian sex orgies could be implied, if nothing actually happened. If someone well known showed up, so much the better. Multiple stories.

With a well hidden inner smile, Lorna watched Janine almost slaver as she wrote out the check for the ticket. Normally, lies bothered her, but lies were necessary to get this bitch where she wanted her. She had her now, so this was good and going to get better. She bid Janine on her way with a cheery, “Don’t forget to wear your swimsuit! And remember, no cameras!”

Sara and Joan carefully worked their way around the beach gathering about a quarter mile away below the line of low bluffs they were climbing. It looked like they were going to get a good position for camera and shotgun mike, Sara thought. They ought to be able to sweep the whole gathering. It was really lucky they found that charter boat guy in time, the timing for this little fundraiser really was too quick for good preparation.

Idly, she thought for a moment about the darkly handsome, muscular charter boat captain that had followed their instructions (based on an electronic homer in Janine’s bag) and dropped them here. He promised to be back to pick them up, too. Sara began musing on the idea of looking him up later and giving him a little extra for the job, say, an overnight stay. He had an air of mystery and dangerous competence she found irresistible.

With a scuttling rush, the two women found a good spot in some saw grass that let them get close enough for good sound and video, but stay well hidden. Concealed camera work wasn’t new to them, so they relaxed into a well worn routine. As they settled in, Sara and Joan both let their thoughts drift to when that really gorgeous boat captain was coming back for them.

On the one hand, Janine decided, things were going rather well. Every one of the fifteen or so women on the beach with her was a looker, nice figures and nice face. On the other hand, though, things were so staid they were in danger of being boring. Even the suits the women wore were boring, either one piece or conservatively cut bikinis. Lorna’s lush figure, for instance, was in a bikini that would have passed muster on any public beach in the country. Janine, herself, was in a slightly more daringly cut bikini to highlight her own well rounded and superbly toned body, but still fit for TV. She might be the most daringly dressed woman on the beach, she decided with disgust.

Janine looked around for a hook to start the story, but there really wasn’t anything immediately available. Women were sunning themselves (not a one topless, either, dammit), playing volleyball, or playing in the water. Idly, she noticed two heavy posts about eight or so feet tall being set up on one end of the beach. Two of the five women in the group were Lorna’s assistants, too. Worth investigating, she decided.

As she got closer, she recognized the curvy brunette with the long straight hair, heart shaped face and tiny waist as that TV starlet, Carol Whatshername. The face teased at her for a moment, but seeing her in a bikini, just like she’d been in so many shows, clinched recognition. Now here was a possible story! She fervently hoped that damned pair of air headed females that were her crew were ready, the show was about to start. Unobtrusively, she made the signal to start filming a segment.

Lorna, beach bag over her shoulder, intercepted her on the way to find out what was going on with the posts. “Hi, Janine,” Lorna said, “enjoying yourself?”

Janine was mildly irritated. She really didn’t want this useless dialog on tape. Oh, well, do a suitable voice-over later to support whatever she was going to report. “Oh, yes, Lorna,” she gushed. “Tell me, isn’t that …”

Following the pointing finger, Lorna nodded. “Carol? Yes, that’s her. Of course, she’s not really here for publicity, so you ought to know that. I’m not too sure she’d want to be interviewed, even without a camera present.”

“Oh,” Janine replied, “I wouldn’t think of violating her wishes! But I really would like to meet her. I’ve always been a big fan.”

Lorna nodded, then was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone in her beach bag. Janine perked up her ears, but Lorna’s comments were brief and cryptic. “Hello, Antonio. Yes. Okay. That’s good. I hope you enjoy her… the girls and I are really looking forward to next week.”

Stuffing the little phone back in her bag, Lorna cheerily waved to Janine. “Sorry about that. Business. Come on and I’ll introduce you.”

As Janine, paused in front of Carol and waited for Lorna to introduce them, she noted that the other four women had gathered around them.

“Carol,” Lorna said conversationally, “this is Janine. Take her and string her up. The other one is tied up in that saw grass over there.”

Janine barely had time to gape in shock at Lorna before the five women overpowered her. In only a few moments, she found herself with her wrists bound to a ring high on one of the posts and tight straps binding her legs at thighs, calves and ankles. The ball gag just added to her shock. She found herself tied so that she was facing the post, but, by turning her head, she could see some other girls, the crew of the boat they’d arrived on, setting up what looked like an oversized barbecue pit, complete with rotisserie setup, and some sort of frame like a big table without a solid top.

“I’m glad the boys were efficient,” Lorna said to Carol, “stringing this one along was promising to be a real pain in the ass.”

“Will there only be one more?” Carol asked as she watched several women carry a naked, hog-tied, and gagged Joan down from the sawgrass. “Put her right here, ladies.”

Lorna nodded. “I let Antonio and the guys have the other one as partial payment. She ought to be turning pink over the coals by later this afternoon.”

“Partial payment?” Carol asked, one eyebrow arched.

Lorna dimpled. “This happens to be Antonio’s property, among other things. He agreed to deal with the camera crew. In return, I promised him one of Janine’s girls and told him I’d shut down the agency for a week. The girls and I will spend it with Antonio and his boys, however they like.”

Carol shook her head in mock weariness. “Mixing business with pleasure again, eh, Paten?” Turning her attention to the bound Joan at her feet, she commanded the group, “Ladies, get her aboard, shave her pussy, and clean her out for cooking, then bring her back here. This is the one we’re going to roast this afternoon, right, Lorna?”

Lorna nodded, eyeing Janine’s well rounded body, then pointing at her. “Yes. This one I want for the party that really breaks in my new kitchen. I think she’ll be just right.”

Throughout the group, the women were removing their swimsuits, and Lorna and Carol happily followed. Now it was beginning to feel more like a Society beach party. Plenty of good looking naked women, sex, a tasty girl to roast and the anticipation of cooking an even better one at Lorna’s apartment. With a grin, Carol took a knife and deftly cut away the squirming and moaning Janine’s bikini to fully reveal her body. Then she and Lorna stared at Janine’s bare buttocks with awed appreciation for a truly fine, smooth, well rounded rump. “Oh my,” Lorna breathed, gazing enraptured at the projecting mounds of wriggling meat, “that’s the kind of ass you just want to butter and toss on the grill! Oh, she’d going to do fine in my new oven.”

Carol noticed a beautiful, elegant and very well built blonde approaching; someone she didn’t know. Like all the rest, she was nude, but wore a stylish gold and sapphire necklace as her only adornment. What also made her stand out was the fact that she had her pussy shaved bare like a meat girl or a Society candidate and her breasts bound together with a strap like a woman prepared for the spit, to keep them from flopping as she rotated. “Lorna, who’s that?” she asked.

“Oh, that’s the lady that designed my kitchen, Megan Galloway,” Lorna answered. “As far as I know, she’s never had girl meat, but she’s got a serious thing about it. She tried out all the role-play gadgets in my new kitchen and loves to pretend she’s on the menu. She’s really very sweet.”

“Besides being sweet, it looks like she might also be quite tasty,” Carol said dryly.

Lorna dimpled at her. “Oh, be nice. … Megan, this is Carol, the Society’s cook.”

Megan shook Carol’s offered hand shyly, then hugged Lorna with real joy. “Lorna, I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for letting me come. I’ve put in my share of kitchen devices, but this is my first real chance at cooking a girl. Ironic that it’s not in one of my kitchens.”

Lorna shook her head. “Don’t worry about that.” She waved at the frantic, wide eyed Janine behind her. “This one will try out your new turntable oven soon. You’re invited for dinner that night.”

Megan’s eyes grew large with pleased surprise. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” She eyed Janine speculatively. “You know, I’ve never done it, but I’d love to really check out a meat girl. Can I?”

At Lorna’s smiling nod, Megan began to stroke, heft and squeeze various parts of Janine’s hips, buttocks and thighs, making sounds of enjoyment and appreciation. “Don’t forget the back, belly and upper arms,” Lorna called as she turned to watch Joan being brought back from the boat. “All of that’s good meat. The calves, too.”

Lorna saw Brooke and Vivian and waved to them to join the group at the spitting frame. Vivian strolled up with a smile, but Brooke’s grin was a little more evil as the walked past, intent on giving Janine the same treatment Megan had just finished, with a few added little touches.

A very shocked and stunned Joan, still damp from the washing and literally drained from the deepest enema she’d ever thought could happen, found herself led unresistingly to the spitting frame. She was bent forward across the frame, her wrists cuffed to two legs on the far side, and her ankles likewise cuffed to the frame’s legs on the near side. This left Lorna and her group, not to mention the frantically wide-eyed Janine, with a beautiful view of spread, nicely fleshed thighs and a well defined and meaty cunt steak nestled below plump, smooth buttocks. Carol licked her lips and smiled. “Yum! Nice one. She’s going to be a pleasure to spit.”

Carol and one of her helpers positioned the ventilated iron spit with the point just between Joan’s pussy lips, then began a slow insertion, careful to keep the right angle. As she watched, Lorna was amused to hear the heavy breathing and low moans from Megan. As soon as Joan was spitted and rotating over the low fire in the pit, she was going to take the designer over to one of the blankets and try her out. If Megan was already this worked up, she ought to be fun. Juicy, at any rate.

Soon, the point of the spit exited Joan’s mouth, held open by Jess, and she was ready to tie off to the pole. Looking at the spitted woman’s face, Lorna decided something. “Make sure you brush her pussy every chance you can, Candy,” she said, speaking to the assistant cook. “Let her have some pleasure out of this.”

Candy nodded in understanding. Joan would go out with a bang.

Brooke was testing a terrified, wide-eyed Janine’s pubis by squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. The thumb was on the outside, the forefinger was on the inside. “You know,” she said as she looked into Janine’s stunned eyes, “I followed up on Betty Packard, after I found out you were doing a story on me. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that, not only did her landlord not throw her out, he gave her a contract allowing her to live in her home rent and tax free for the rest of her life. The community took your story seriously, too. They started a fund to help pay for her care, food and utilities. Looks like your little story boomeranged.

“But I’m not complaining,” she continued, hefting a breast with her free hand, “look what we got out of it.”

A few moments later, Brooke was standing behind Janine, gently stroking her back and buttocks as they watched Joan begin to cook. Janine’s expression was stunned and horrified around the large rubber ball that was her gag, but her eyes were fastened on Joan’s now rotating body as though welded. She simply couldn’t turn away from the sight of her former camera girl as Joan’s naked, spitted body began to writhe and convulse over the hot coals. Janine realized she was looking at her own fate, destined for the not too distant future.

Brooke reached down and squeezed one of Janine’s perfect buttocks in either hand. The flesh was firm, flawlessly smooth, but soft enough to dimple gently when poked with a finger. These buns would provide succulent steaks, Brooke decided, and possibly something more. Hm. Why not? “Janine,” she said softly, massaging Janine’s butt with one hand as she gently stroked her thigh with the other, “I think you and I are going to have a little fun. I can see by the way you’re squirming your hips, cooking Joan’s beginning to get to you the way a roasting does everybody. Well, I’m going to give you a little relief. I imagine your pussy’s a bit sore from my examination, so I’ll use your other entrance. Be good for you, too, since you need to be a little open back here for the spit Lorna’s going to put up you when she gets you in her kitchen. We’ll work on loosening you up here and on the trip home.”

Brooke leaned over and kissed the back of the bound woman’s neck gently. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll be gentle. Lorna doesn’t like to hurt girls, and I guess she’s rubbed off on me. You’re just meat, now, but I want you to get as much pleasure as you can, and I’ll make sure you like it.”

Janine could feel the thrills deep in her gut, mixed with the horror of the situation. Mentally, she just gave up and surrendered, wanting relief any way she could get it, even the way Brooke was promising. Desperately, she waggled her hips at Brooke in invitation.

Brooke smiled. “That’s the way. Let me just get my strap-on and I’ll get you started on the road to rear end relaxation. By the time we finish, that spit will slide right in with no problem.” She patted Janine’s rump and trotted off to find her beach bag.

As always, the sight of a spitted woman cooking over a low fire excited Lorna. Joan’s golden curves glistened with oil as she slowly turned, somehow looking gracefully perfect and supremely erotic at the same time. Megan certainly enjoyed the sight as well, since her breathing was steadily getting more ragged, punctuated by moans, as she absently fingered herself and stared at the cooking woman. “Look at her squirm,” Megan murmured.

“If you go look,” Lorna replied in an equally soft voice, “you’ll see her pussy is pulsing, clasping the pole the same way it does in sex. I think she’s enjoying this as much as she can. We can get a girl to really enjoy spit roasting, if she wants to, but Joan wasn’t a volunteer. Still, the spit and the heat are getting to her.”

Lorna turned and looked at Megan with speculation, then came to a decision. “You’ve never eaten girl meat?”

Megan shook her head no, unable to take her eyes away from Joan. “Okay,” Lorna continued. “I’ll make sure you get her gourmet cut - her cunt steak - along with any other portion you’d like. The flavor is amazing. Call it a bonus for the work you did in my kitchen.”

As Megan looked at her in surprise, Lorna gathered the woman gently into her breasts. “There’s another part of cooking a girl you need to learn about, Megan. Everybody gets worked up when they see a girl spitted and cooking. It’s natural, honey. We’ll watch a while longer. Then, after heat stroke gets her and Carol can start her really cooking, we’ll go find a blanket and I’ll show you how to let off some of that steam you’ve built up while we wait for her to be done.”

Lorna’s apartment was once again full of good looking nude women. About twenty five or so, Carol estimated, moving around from the main room to the kitchen and the bar in a constant motion, keeping the place full of a low buzz of conversation that overlay the pleasant background music. She returned her attention to her host.

“I’m really glad you’re here to see my new oven,” Lorna was saying. “It’s a type I don’t think you’ve ever seen before.”

“What does it do?” Vivian asked. Brooke just looked at her in silent question.

“Just wait,” Lorna promised. “It has some really neat functions. Want to come see how tonight’s dinner is going?”

As the four women wandered casually towards the kitchen, Lorna continued, “Jess and Miki are getting to be pretty good with a girl. They can turn a woman into a truly excellent dinner. That wonderful butt of Janine’s ought to really cook up nicely with the new equipment the girls have available and I really want a piece of that ass. It looks fantastic.”

“It was fantastic to fuck,” Brooke commented bluntly, smiling slyly with the memory of the boat trip back. “She just goes wild when she gets something up her butt.”

Lorna grinned. “Then she ought to love our special oven.”

Before she could field any more questions from the other three, a curvaceous, slightly plump dishwater blonde strolled up with a smile. Carol, with a quick professional eye, estimated her age at about thirty or so, with enough fat on her body to make it quite tender and juicy, and plenty of good meat. Lorna introduced the woman as Angela. “She’ll be staying with us for a week and going to Antonio’s with us,” she added.

That puzzled Brooke for a moment, since the woman didn’t seem to be the type Lorna preferred as a house guest, let alone share with her boyfriend, then the light dawned. Angela was next on the menu. The idea amused Brooke, since Lorna occasionally had qualms about cooking women, especially keeping them for meat. Now, here she was with the beginnings of a pantry. Just to test her guess, Brooke said, “So what’s for dinner, Angela?”

Angela smiled and did a slow turn, displaying every bare curve and standing docilely while Brooke and Carol appraisingly squeezed hips, buttocks and thighs. When she turned back around, Carol ran a hand from belly to hairless pubis. “Very nice, Angela,” she commented. “You should be quite tasty.”

“Oh, cool,” Angela gushed. Lorna showed momentary discomfort and Vivian rolled her eyes. This one was a real spit muffin.

Again, Brooke was secretly amused. Jess and Miki brought these girls home, and Lorna joined them in enjoying their tender flesh, but poor Lorna could never understand the mentality of a girl that would volunteer for the spit. Well, Brooke didn’t understand it either, but having one ready when she got hungry was good enough for her.

In the kitchen, they found Jess and Miki back in their aprons, getting dinner ready. Dinner was sitting bound in a high sided tub with her knees, shoulders and head out of some thin red liquid. “Hi, guys,” Jess said, as she reached down into the liquid and between Janine’s thighs. She stroked the woman for a few minutes and was rewarded with a series of gasps that terminated in a shuddering moan. “Seasoning the marinade a little,” Jess added cheerily.

“Another new gadget. That’s hot spiced wine she’s soaking in,” Lorna explained. “I haven’t tried this trick before, but I’m pulling out all the stops tonight.”

Carol nodded. “I’ve marinated girls in wine. It really adds a piquant taste.”

She looked closely at Janine. “She seems already out of it.”

Lorna laughed. “She’s high as a kite. I borrowed your trick of spiking her drink earlier, and it really hit her hard since she’s been fasting since the beach. Add the wine vapors from her bath and… see that little tube running across under her nose?”

The other three saw a small pipe about a quarter inch in diameter running up from the side of the tub and across in front of Janine’s face. “That’s connected to a pot bong built into the side of the tub. The vapors are coming out of holes just in front of her. She’s as mellow as she is high.”

“Jess, I’ve got everything ready,” Miki called.

“Okay,” Jess replied, “let’s get her on to cook.”

Janine was assisted to a standing position, making heavy weather of it because of her wooziness and the cords binding her wrists and ankles. Vivian noted that the end of a large butt plug projected from between her round, plump, flawless buttocks. “Opening her up in the rear?” she asked Lorna. “Are you going to spit her in the ass?”

“Yep,” Lorna replied. “Actually, the way the oven works, that’s necessary. Just watch, we’ll get her mounted in a minute. Jess and Miki love this new toy. Megan is a real freak about it.”

Brooke looked where Lorna was pointing, to see Megan perched on a stool, her hands cuffed loosely in front of her, her large breasts bound together and her hair tied up, all of which were normally done to prepare a woman for spit roasting. She was totally concentrated, using her cuffed hands to slowly stroke herself as she watched Janine have the plug removed from her bottom and cords cut away from wrists and ankles. “Is she…?” Brooke asked.

Lorna nodded. “Got a plug through the stool’s seat and up her ass, just like we’d restrain a girl for cooking. She likes it that way. Wants to feel like she’s next on the menu. Megan did this while we were going through the kitchen remodeling, as long as it was just us. She’s really a nut on this.”

“It looks like Megan may just end up in the oven herself, one of these days,” Vivian mused.

Lorna shrugged. “She’s already tried out the oven and a few other appliances in role play. Went crazy.”

Vivian’s eyes got thoughtful then curious as she turned to watch the cooks. “What are they doing now?”

Miki had pulled two huge rails from the front of the oven, opened the door, and was sliding a turntable out along the rails. The turntable was the usual circular shape, but had two foot sized raised pads, for all the world like high heel beach clogs, flanking a shaft that projected up through a small metal saddle slightly higher than the pads. A support ran up from each side of the turntable, with a crossbar between and a collar in the middle. “That’s the spit assembly for the girl,” Lorna explained. “See the bottom three feet of the spit sticking out below the turntable and the soft plastic cover over the spit’s point? Well just watch, you’ll see how this works.”

Carol walked over to watch the process with a professional femme de cuisine chef’s interest, while the rest of the women in the kitchen silently watched as Jess and Miki got Janine positioned on the turntable. Janine placed her feet on the pads while Jess strapped them down, then began to squat down on the spit. The pads kept her feet about shoulder width apart, so it was easy for Janine to squat and position her gaping anus on the spit, leaving about three or so inches of the plastic sheathed tip up her ass. As Janine wriggled her way down the oily shaft packing her bottom, she started moaning, like she was being fucked. The sensuous movements and sound effects weren’t lost on the watching women, and Lorna noticed more than one of her guests absently stroking herself as she watched in fascination. Lorna also noticed with amusement that Megan was really squirming on her stool. Frankly, she admitted to herself as she watched Janine noisily squirm the final few inches down the shaft to the saddle, this was a hell of a performance. She didn’t have to check. She knew she was getting wet, too.

With Janine squatting on the spit, Jess first inserted a vibrator up her pussy, then took her hands and tied them behind her, high enough not to obscure any view of those glorious buttocks. After that she fastened the collar around Janine’s neck. “That’ll keep Janine upright and in position until heat stroke gets her,” Lorna explained. “Once she’s gone, we flip a switch and the spit pushes up through its plastic sheath, then the rest of the way through her body to hold her in position while she cooks. The oven is actually a dual type. Janine will cook on a slowly raised convected heat until she’s gone, then the cook changes the settings to microwave, pops an apple in her mouth and she’ll be ready in no time at all, all carefully measured to keep her moist and juicy.”

“Wow,” Brooke breathed, “I have to have one of these things.”

Janine was slid back into the oven and the door closed. She was totally visible through the huge window in the oven door, glassy eyed, completely stoned, and deep in the grip of sexual excitement, pumping her butt slowly up and down on the spit. The heat was turned on and various views were presented of her writhing, pumping body as the turntable began to rotate. She also started to sound off. “I always said nothing squeals like a girl on the spit,” Vivian said shakily, “but that was just in role play. With this thing, you can cook her for real and still listen to the music she makes! Fantastic!”

Most of the women in the kitchen were stimulated enough to pair off and begin stroking each other as they watched and listened. An exited Vivian turned and stood in front of Lorna and Brooke. “I can handle you two,” she said breathlessly. “Return the favor, please. One gets the pussy and one gets the ass and there’s a tit apiece available. Let’s get it on, girls!”

After what turned out to be an all to brief interlude, Janine was ready. Jess and Miki brought her out resting on a suitably girl-sized platter on her belly, legs together and arms by her sides with an apple in her mouth. Jess had inserted sprigs of parsley in the crease between her buttocks and laid pineapple slices from her shapely back to her thighs.

Testing a golden brown butt cheek with a serving fork, Jess pronounced her ready to carve. “Now,” she said, taking a large butcher knife in hand, “who wants what cut?”

Lorna noted that both Megan and Angela were rabidly fascinated and excited. Both women were practically drooling at the sight of Janine presented for carving. Probably both were sopping wet, too. Might be a good idea to get them together after dinner. Possibly bring Megan over for a little role play with Angela in the next day or so, too.

Lorna caught her thoughts and snorted. Here she was, the reluctant woman eater, planning the seduction of another tasty morsel for her larder. Oh, well, she decided, let nature take its course and see who got eaten next.

Hmm, Megan really DID look delicious, didn’t she?