Lilith 07: The Trade Show Barbecue by Leo

TRADE SHOW BARBECUE by Leo

“Ms Paten,” the man was saying in excellent, if slightly French-accented English, “the Aldyke Agency was highly recommended to us. Of course, we came immediately to you when we needed the models and demonstrators to hire for our trade show.”

That wasn’t exactly the case, Lorna knew. In fact, she was the last ditch hope for the trio sitting in front of her desk. The man sitting in the center was in his forties and basically nondescript… nondescript hair, suit, looks… everything. His only peculiarity was the way his eyes constantly shifted and the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thirtyish woman on his right, on the other hand, was as cool as they came. Pleasantly rounded, with a heart shaped face and dark hair, her expression, enhanced by her makeup, was icy and hard. The somewhat younger woman on the man’s right wore a much more open, if slightly concerned, expression. She was deliciously plump, the kind that would make an excellent roaster for a large party.

Lorna mentally chided herself for the thought, but it still rose to mind whenever she looked at the girl, mentally undressing her and assessing that tasty looking set of curves for the platter. For that matter, the other woman looked just as edible, appropriate for a smaller dinner party. Either or both would, if the circumstances were right, be entirely suitable to grace a cooking spit at one of the Society of Lillith’s Quarterly Beach Festivals.

Lorna figured she ought to know, as she was the president of the Society, an underground power organization of women, and responsible for choosing among the candidate members for the ones that would be roasted to feed the group. She wasn’t a cook herself, but she was a master at selecting the women with the best meat.

Lorna was fully aware that people looking at her considered her a cute, cuddly type, with a highly pleasant expression and the look of a woman that would be a really fun armful in bed. It tickled her that both women were unobtrusively assessing her not-quite-zaftig-plump but highly curvy body in the same cannibalistic way she was assessing theirs. This despite the fact that she had chosen to wear a severe business suit/miniskirt combo for this meeting, rather than her usual low cut light sun dress. The assessment she was getting was perfectly natural, given the reason the three visitors were in her office. It was also the reason she chose to dress out of her normal character.

Bluntly, the three in front of her were the organizers and producers of a trade show dedicated to kitchen devices for cooking women. The Show, called nothing else, was very discreet and traveled world wide. Now it was here in Miami, and the organizers had a problem: finding girls to act as models and product demonstrators, since the job entailed complete nudity and actually being poked, prodded, penetrated and cooked (in a role playing mode). Difficult to find girls for those jobs, even at the outrageous salaries the organizers offered to pay. Legitimate agencies, normally including Lorna’s Aldyke Agency, wouldn’t touch this type of contract. The Aldyke Agency, however, had a reputation for edgy and exciting models, stemming from Lorna’s policy of hiring former skin magazine models and giving them a start on a legitimate mainstream career. The only reason she was considering this contract is that it gave her a measure of control over the way the girls would be treated, something she felt she needed to have, given the way this bunch had treated models in the past.

The man in the middle, Maurice Hinault, had already explained they’d researched the Miami agencies and liked the kind of girl Aldyke handled. To Lorna, that meant these schmucks thought they could put one over on her.

Bad mistake, guys.

“Our show, it is unique and highly discreet…” Maurice continued, but Lorna cut him off with a pleasant smile.

“Oh, I’m quite familiar with it,” she said, noting the looks of surprise on the women’s faces. “It’s a trade show for devices and gadgets for cooking women. I’m well aware of the purpose of the Show, courtesy of several of my friends. I believe you were in Berlin last year and London the year before. International clientele, plenty of money, legal but highly discreet. That about sum it up?”

“Exactly,” the dark haired woman, Ushi Gerber, said in a flat, no-nonsense voice with a tinge of German to it. “The attendees come from all over the world and most are extremely rich or service those that are. A great deal of money changes hands at the Show, and we wish you to provide us with the girls needed. They will be well paid.”

Lorna nodded, carefully keeping her expression harmlessly cheerful. “Yes. I quite understand. The Agency will be honored to do its best for you, with two provisos, however.”

Ushi frowned at her. “They are?”

Lorna’s face suddenly took on a steel hard expression. “You will contract with my agency, not with the individual girls. As such, they will be working under my contract. And the second condition is that no harm will come to any girl we employ. You meet those two conditions or no dice, understand?”

Maurice and the other woman, Sarah Wylkes, looked taken aback. Ushi looked offended and ready to fight.

Lorna, for her part, could care less. Among other information she’d gleaned about the Show was its custom of having attendees vote for one of the models to be the main dish at an end of show banquet, and most of the “models” in other countries had been out-and-out slaves. Not here. Not through her agency. Lorna would be damned if she was going to hire a girl, even for a job as irregular as this, and have her end up as meat. Especially since the selectee had no idea it was going to happen. She might cook women on a regular basis, but all of them were willing participants or justified in one way or another. Let this trio of egos buy girls from the regular sources!

Ushi opened her mouth, but stopped as Maurice leaned over the desk and nearly babbled, “Agreed! They must be ready in two weeks. Can you do it?”

Lorna nodded, watching Ushi out of the corner of her eye as her expression changed from furious to sly. “Yes. My assistant, Jess, will have a contract in your office by messenger tomorrow morning. As soon as it’s returned, we’ll get to work. I understand you need… what, about twenty girls?”

Ushi nodded coldly. “Yes. They must all, of course, comely and of the appropriate body type. I assume you understand our requirements?”

She meant they ought to look mouthwatering on a serving platter. Well, Lorna was quite familiar with the type. Ushi and Sarah, say. Of course, those two women were thinking the same thing about her.

“I quite understand,” she said with a nod and a cold smile. “You’ll get what you ask for.”

After the three left, Jess and Miki joined Lorna in her office. Blonde Jess and brunette Miki had the firm, solid figures and weathered good looks of long term motorcycle girls or porno actresses. In fact, both had retired from the porn video business to work for Lorna, and had become full members of the Society of Lillith as a result of helping Lorna become president. They also lived with her and shared her taste in delicious women.

“Any idea how we’re going to do this, Lorna?” Miki asked.

Lorna nodded. “Given what the models and demonstrators are going to have to put up with, much less have inserted in their bodies, I figured girls in the porn business would be our best bet, and you guys know that crowd. Think we can get some?”

Jess nodded. “At the rates the show’ll be paying? Hell, yes! Good looking girls, too.”

Miki looked a little embarrassed. “There’s actually a offshoot of the S&M crowd that specializes in videos about cooking women. I actually worked in it, once. Funny thing is, some girls are regular stars. They show up on a spit or in the pot in every video and the fans love ‘em. It’s actually against the law to cook a girl for real on a video, so it’s all roleplay, but it sells. The fans know it’s the same girl looking like she’s being cooked, time after time, but they enjoy the fantasy, I guess.”

Lorna shrugged. No figuring people, but that was their own business. “Sounds like a start. Get busy and find me about twenty five possibles, as soon as you can. By the end of the week at the latest. I’ll give a preliminary talk to the whole bunch here, then we’ll find out who’s serious. Those we hire.”

Lorna wasn’t worried that Jess and Miki could find enough women for the contract. They regularly went out and found screwballs to volunteer for the household pantry whenever the fresh meat ran low. With Jess and Miki, Lorna always had a girl or two around the apartment waiting to sit on a spit.

“How are you planning to test the girls?” Jess asked.

Lorna smiled, “A day’s roleplay where everyone gets a taste of being on the menu. Then we’ll finish off with a good, old fashioned barbecue. I think Suzy ought to be about right for that.”

Jess nodded, rolling her eyes. “Oh my, yes! Great body, but the brains of a hamster. She’ll be ready to go about then.”

Miki looked thoughtful. “Role-play and a live roasting ought to get rid of the faint hearted, all right. We going to have this thing at our place?”

Lorna nodded. “We have the kitchen for it. Let everyone have their fun and then you two can put Suzy on to cook.”

“Lorna,” Jess asked in a concerned voice, “do you think we’ll have any trouble with those three Show creeps trying to hurt the girls? They don’t have a real good track record and it bothers me.”

Lorna’s face got steel hard again. “I’m planning, in case that happens,” she said in a grim voice. “Believe me, the girls will be safe, or else. Ms. Ushi and her two partners will regret it if they try something.”

Jess and Miki nodded. Lorna, despite her cute and cuddly exterior and general good nature, was about the most ruthless and underhanded person they’d ever met, if she felt the need to be. Ushi, et al, were in deep trouble if they got out of line. Good enough.

It was the logistics that defeated her, Lorna decided as she watched twenty three good looking naked women trickle from the main house onto Carol’s screened front porch. After a little thought on the requirements of the process, Lorna had reluctantly decided her third floor penthouse in South Miami’s trendy Art Deco district was just not suited. It was big enough to host a party of forty or so, but the various requirements for preparing twenty three girls for cooking, such as the enemas and pubic shaving, not to mention kitchen size, were just too much for her place. A phone call to Carol, the Society of Lilith’s cook, brought quick approval for the whole project to take place at her private little island in the Keys. But even she was hard pressed to borrow enough equipment from everyone she knew to handle this large a group.

Once Jess and Miki brought the prospective Show models down in two large vans, they were sent in the house to get as naked as every other woman on the island. In fact, there were a number of other women already present. In addition to Jess and Miki, there were Carol and her three assistant cooks, Vivian and Brooke - Lorna’s two best friends and sometime lovers - and the woman that had designed Lorna’s kitchen, Megan Galloway. Hanging around the periphery were tonight’s dinner, Suzy, and the four girls currently in Carol’s pantry. Lorna was doubly thankful Carol was hosting this circus, because she’d also volunteered another girl to feed the crowd. Suzy was nicely fleshed, but she would be pretty stretched to provide a meal for the entire group.

In fact, the group was larger than she expected. Once Jess and Miki brought in the twenty six candidates for the job, Lorna had sat them down as a group and fully explained what was entailed at the Show and what was going to happen first, as a trial. Surprisingly, only three had quit and one of those had told her, “I’d stay and do it, but I’m afraid I’m getting to like this playing dinner too much, and the thought scares hell out of me.” Lorna let her go with complete sympathy and understanding.

Looking out at the now assembled nude women, Lorna smiled. “Okay, ladies, we’re here now, and you’re all meat, just like I said you were going to be. I mean that. You should consider yourselves in a commercial meat processing plant. You’re about to be bound, gagged and prepped for cooking. Time is short before dinner this afternoon and every one of you is going to get a taste of the heat, so let’s get to it. Stand up.”

As the women nervously stood, Carol’s assistants moved behind them, cuffing their wrists together in the small of their backs and applying ball gags. Lorna smiled to see Megan floating around the group, happily videotaping the proceedings.

Megan Galloway was an odd duck. A tall, elegant blonde with a figure model’s hips, great legs, and large breasts, she was a kitchen designer for femme d’ cuisine, but had never tasted a woman’s meat or even seen one cooked until Lorna invited her to a barbecue as a reward for designing her own kitchen. Ever since then, Megan’s pussy mound was perpetually shaved, and she loved to watch a woman cooking. When she was in attendance, she kept her breasts bound and a meat thermometer up her ass as though she was next on the cooking table. Megan was carrying a serious thing about womaneating, and Lorna suspected it wouldn’t be long before she moved in with her to become a feature on the next menu.

Now, however, she was taping the whole day’s roleplay for the models. As Carol had remarked, “We’ve got to have this on video! A mass prepping and cooking like this only happens once!” Lorna had to agree, and a number of copies of the tape were already spoken for. Looking at the now bound women in the group, Lorna suspected a few of them would want copies when it was all over, too.

Carol’s three assistants led the first group out back, where a temporary enema station was set up, consisting of plywood flats with a metal rod set up waist high and running the length of the temporary flooring. Each girl was brought up on the flats, bent over the rod and her wrists and ankles were shackled together. Once ten or so were secured in a bent over position, the three assistant cooks, aided by Jess, proceeded to insert a three foot long, two inch thick colonic irrigator up each girl’s ass. Lorna could see the process from where she was standing with the remaining women on the porch, and it was unique and enjoyable. The groans, squeals and other noises each girl made as she was penetrated were carrying, even through the gags. So much so that the next relay was squirming around in their seats to see what they were destined for next. Several were starting to rub their thighs together, too, Lorna noted, a sure sign they were getting excited.

The second relay was processed while the first group was in the nearby portolets. As the first group came out, they were given beach clogs to wear, trundled under showers, then led to the depilatory station. Vivian, Brooke and Miki staffed this one. Vivian, an incredibly voluptuous woman with absolutely no flab on her, made an interesting counterpoint to Brooke’s international swimsuit model’s body, balanced out by Miki’s solid curvy form. The three pitched in with a grinning will to process the first relay, laying the girls on their backs on a long table, and raising their legs until their knees were nearly touching their shoulders. With the pubic area thus totally revealed, one of the three would wipe the girl’s pussy with a depilatory cream then remove the loosened hair with a towel.

Strolling over to watch, Lorna noted that a good many of the pussies treated were already damp, and not from the shower. Working on one girl, Brooke looked over her shoulder at Lorna, grinned, and licked her lips with relish before returning to the splayed pussy displayed in front of her. The traditional end to a roleplay cooking, Lorna reflected, was to have the meal’s pussy nibbled by the cook.

Everybody was going to have their fill of succulent snatch today. Lorna and her friends could handle the first ten, that ten could do the second, and somebody would probably be available to handle the odd leftover. Good planning, especially since the second ten would then be available to service her and her friends, more than ready by that time.

Once hairless, each girl had a padded alligator clamp, tipped with a small ring, clamped on her clitoris. The ring stuck out in front of her pubis, and a tag on it pronounced the meat USDA Prime. A chain could also be snapped to the ring to lead the girl around. Once the clamp was affixed, the girl was ready for the griddle. Or spit. Or whatever.

After having their pubic hair removed, the first relay was taken over to where their clit rings were snapped to delicate chains, each hanging from its own post. Secured to the posts, the girls stood docily and watched the second relay go through hair removal.

Lorna strolled behind the secured girls, occasionally hefting a breast or squeezing an especially succulent buttock or thigh. The girls were all good looking, if slightly on the heavy side. After all, Lorna mused, they were in their line of work because they looked like a good meal, not a fashion model. As she walked, she amused herself by deciding which girl would be appropriate for the grill, or spitted up the ass and roasted, or even for boiling in a stew. Once in a while, Lorna would insert a finger between the legs to check for excitement and it always came back damp. One girl even had a mild orgasm just from the touch of the finger, she was so excited. Several glanced at the gasping girl with obvious envy, then went back to watching the rest of their group getting the pubic hair treatment. Lorna decided the fearful, “You’re now meat in the processing plant.” attitude was gone. All of them were into the game now and excited about it.

So, okay. Have fun.

Lorna waved Carol over. “Carol,” she said loudly for the girls to hear, “this bunch is ready for cooking.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Carol replied as they strolled back along the line, tweaking an especially tasty looking bit here and there. “The cooking pits are about ready and I have the soup cauldron nice and hot. Let’s start with some woman stew, shall we?”

Carol signaled, pointing out two of the girls. Her assistants immediately gathered them up and walked them over to a huge black pot with a low fire built under it. With clogs, ball gags, and rings removed, the two girls were assisted into the warm, steamy water where they stood, hands bound behind them and moaning slightly, looking fearfully at Carol. Lorna wasn’t fooled. These two were fully into the game. “Turn around, ladies, and bend over,” Carol said.

When they did, the cooks slipped greased vibrators into the two apertures each woman was offering. When they straightened up, each girl was rubbed with spices and checked to make sure the plugs were secure. “Squat down,” Carol ordered. “You two look like you’ll make nice stew meat.” The girls’ ensuing moans were only half feigned, a high degree of stimulation doing for the rest.

Lorna dimpled. “You know, that water is going to be highly flavored soon. Pussy juice.”

Carol laughed. “You bet! I’ll leave them in for about ten minutes to get good and heated up, then get them on platters. You want first nibbles, Madame president?”

Lorna mock frowned. “I really don’t like boiled meat. Let Jess and Miki have them. After all, they really did a good job recruiting this bunch. There isn’t a bad one in the lot.”

Carol nodded, grinning. “Tell you what, you pick one out and I’ll grill her especially for you.”

“Done.” Lorna detached the leash on a nice, juicy, well fleshed brunette and Carol led her over to join three of her fellow meat girls on a cooking table. As Lorna joined one of Carol’s assistants in rubbing her chosen meal with spiced cooking oil, she looked over and saw Carol laying a double spit between a pair of girls on the next table. A U-shaped projection on the spit, tipped with vibrators, was slipped upwards between the two girls and into their cunts, pulling their bellies close together. Each girl’s hands were lashed behind her partner’s back and the two then bound together with the heavy spit between them. After that, they were seasoned and placed on the rotisserie and over the coals, vibrators whirring away merrily. Another pair were quickly given the same treatment, so that four bound, squirming, moaning girls were soon rotating over the hot coals.

Meanwhile, Lorna’s own dinner had one half of a two part spit pushed up her ass, the other down her throat, and was laid on the grill in company with the other three. Handles on the spits enabled the cooks to turn the girls so they’d cook evenly. None of the meat was gagged by this time, and the sound effects were really becoming incredible.

The view, Lorna decided, was fantastic. To one side, a soup cauldron was boiling up two moaning, squealing, writhing women, while four more squirmed over the coals in another direction. In the center, another four wriggled and juiced as they barbecued on a gigantic grill. Marvelous!

As her own girl was served on a platter, doubled over on her back to display a truly delicious prime filet, Lorna enjoyed the sight and smell of nicely toasted, albeit live and pulsing, pussy. Then she dived in to really make a meal of the squirming, squealing brunette.

After everybody calmed down and was cleaned up, Suzy and a tall, nicely shaped blonde with rather fleshy thighs and hips - Carol’s contribution - were brought out to be seasoned, spitted, and whole roasted. Jess and Miki were handling the food preparation chores, assisted by several of Carol’s helpers. They led the two up to Carol’s new spitting jigs, devices that looked very much like padded saw horses. Both girls straddled the padded tops and had their ankles secured to the back legs. They then bent over, resting their bodies on the padded top while their wrists were secured to the front legs of the jig. When waist straps were secured, the two future roasts were comfortable, but widely splayed for spitting. Jess took two clear plastic tubes and pushed one gently down the throat of each girl.

Lorna was watching the proceedings with Carol and asked her, “What are those tubes? I haven’t seen anything like that before.”

Carol nodded. “I’m testing them for the company that’s going to be debuting them at the Show. Those are spit guides. Run from the mouth to the stomach, ventilated so she can breathe, but keeps the spit from puncturing something inadvertently. Goes with the new self-guiding spit I have mounted in the automatic spitting machines. Makes things easier on the girl and keeps her alive longer so the meat has better flavor.”

As they watched the machines gently slide the spits home through the girl’s pussies, Lorna felt someone come up on her other side. It was Diane, the girl “grilled” for her earlier. Lorna turned and put an arm around her bare shoulders and gave her a hug. “Hi. Enjoying yourself?” The answer was self-evident in Diane’s overly bright eyes and excited expression.

“Oh, yes!” Diane replied with a smile and nod. “This is tremendously exciting! Those two act like they’re really in to it!”

“They are,” Carol commented with a smile. “What you felt earlier, well, they’re feeling it about ten times as much. If a woman approaches being cooked in a sexual state of mind, and the cooks treat her properly, she’ll go out with the biggest bang she ever felt. They’re in a constant low grade orgasm now, actually.”

“Ooohh.” Diane’s eyes got bigger. She wasn’t alone in her excitement, judging from the sounds, and stroking hands, of the other models gathered around the jigs.

Lorna decided the girl was pure spit muffin. She slid her arm down to her waist and hugged her bare hip to bare hip. “We’ll watch them start to cook for a while. Nothing is as sensual and beautiful as a spitted woman squirming over the coals. Then I’ll take you over to one of those lounges and work off a little energy, okay?”

Diane smiled at her. “Oh, yes, please!” She reached over and timidly stroked one of Lorna’s bare melon sized breasts and a kiss sealed the deal.

In the back of her mind, Lorna acknowledged she was seducing the girl for her own pantry, something she’d never done before. There was a sort of mellow sadness to it. She was now a full fledged cannibal, even catching the women she wanted to eat. On the other hand, the girl was cute, curvy and quite tasty looking, with a delectable pussy. Enjoy it, Lorna decided, this one was going to be a good meal.

The Show certainly was discreet, Lorna decided. Accompanied by Jess and Miki, she entered one of Miami’s larger hotels, then, following the instructions in her invitation, took the elevator to the basement and through a tunnel to the display hall. From the street, signs prominently proclaimed the hall closed for minor renovations. Nobody but the invited attendees and those with displays or booths would know any different, or be allowed inside. There were even screened dressing rooms at the entrance, where guests could don masks or costumes if they so desired. Privacy was all.

A lot of money had already changed hands, Lorna decided. Good that she was getting her cut of it. All three of them wanted to see the Show, but Lorna’s main purpose was to ensure the models were being treated properly.

At the admission desk, the three women were given their courtesy contractor’s passes, then went through the double steel door into the Show proper. The first thing Lorna saw was some new type of metal barbecue rotisserie that was already running, complete with a rotating spitted girl, already turning golden brown. She started to get outraged, then realized the girl wasn’t one of the ones she’d hired. The girl was clearly Hispanic, as were a number of the ones she had on contract, but not someone she recognized.

Reading a nearby placard, Jess said, “This is a new indoor barbecue design that can be used in a kitchen, supposed to cook a woman in half the time. The girl was supplied by one of the importers. Says here, she’s cooking for the concession stand.”

Miki shrugged. “Stands to reason the importers would be here, and bring some stock. I imagine most of the girls they brought will go to the concession stand. Hell, what other kind of meat would you expect at this shindig?”

Right then, a man in a blue coverall trundled a dolly loaded with four or five large boxes up to the cooking part of the concession area. A delivery, but what kind. “I don’t believe what I’m seeing,” Jess commented.

When Lorna and Miki looked harder, Lorna gasped slightly. The wording across the back of the man’s coverall read RANDY’S RUMP HOUSE. “Good gravy!” she said with a bit of amazement in her voice. “Are we really getting that mainstream?”

All three women looked at the man’s coverall a moment longer, then turned and gave each other’s bottoms a careful appraisal, then looked up. “Ladies,” Lorna said, “I think this show is going to surprise all of us.”

Jess and Miki both grinned at her. “Neat!” Miki said. “Let’s go get surprised!”

At the first booth, the three picked up plastic goody bags to hold brochures and such, then decided to split up for a while and just see the various displays. Lorna still planned to check on her girls, but she decided the exhibits were well worth the look-see, let alone the attendees, a show in and of themselves. There were a lot of people dressed normally and Lorna recognized several Lilith Society members. A bunch more wore masks, not that the masks hid the fact that several of the wearers were A-list movie stars. Costumes abounded, too. Most of the costume type were in leather hoods, straps and chains. One woman that caught her eye was even dressed in a witch’s black dress and hat, followed by a more slender girl with long black hair, dressed in a French maid costume. Looked real, too. Hm. No. Couldn’t be, could it?

Lorna stopped at the Gourmet Girls Magazine booth to pick up a couple of back issues for Miki, a subscriber. While she was there, an energetic voice cried out behind her, “Lorna Paten! Lorna!”

She turned and was immediately enveloped in an enthusiastic hug. No guessing who that was. “Hi, Belinda,” she managed to gasp out. She freed one hand to wave a hello at Sharon, Belinda’s constant companion, who was watching Belinda’s antics with her usual jaundiced eye. Sharon, a very well developed brunette, waved back, her whole posture a study in disgruntled tolerance.

“Oh! Let me just look at you, dear,” Belinda said with her usual bouncy enthusiasm. “Why, you look fabulous!”

“You look great, too, Belinda.” That was no overstatement. Belinda was a fortyish blonde with short hair and a really knockout figure that a woman half her age would kill to have. Said figure was notable for moving in pretty much every direction when Belinda proceeded from place to place with her customary energy.

“I am really happy to see you, Lorna darling,” Belinda said. “Why, just about everybody who’s anybody is here! I’ve met so many of my old friends and things here are just so interesting! I understand you provided the models, dear, and I really want to commend you for that! There are really some interesting new products on display, and the girls really add such a great dimension to the whole affair!”

Giving Belinda, who she really did like, a return hug, she looked over the woman’s shoulder at Sharon. “Hi, Sharon. Keeping her out of trouble?”

Sharon snorted sardonically. “You know that’s impossible. Still, she does keep things lively and well stocked around the house. She brought in four a couple of weeks ago that were almost a mini-cult of spit muffins. Goofy. Three are waiting at home and the other one provided dinner. That’s a story you need to hear.”

Lorna giggled. “I think I do. You guys up for drinks at my place tonight? I’ll hear the tale then.” It ought to be some story, too. Belinda, despite her ditzy exterior, was an accomplished hunter, luring edible females from the beach near her home. As with everything Belinda did, however, there was a twist to this. She specialized solely in utter and complete bitches. Belinda referred to catching and cooking her chosen prey as cleaning the gene pool.

Belinda smiled brilliantly. “Of course, dear. I’m always glad to see you and the girls. Where are Jess and Miki, by the way?”

Lorna waved a hand at the crowded, colorful displays. “Out here, somewhere. You’ll run into them on the show floor.”

As she looked around, Lorna’s eye was caught by a tall, beautifully formed, athletic, almost Nordic redhead, dressed in comfortably worn, skintight leather. It wasn’t so much the woman’s looks that caught her eye, as it was the way she moved with total body control, giving an aura of power held under complete control. People in the crowd unconsciously avoided her, giving her an invisible bubble of space.

Following Lorna’s fascinated stare, Belinda saw who she was looking at and smiled. “Oh, that’s Amanda Blake. She’s as much predator as hunter, but quite nice when you get to know her. At least, I personally think so, although most people do regard her as a bit insane. Very highly thought of in hunting circles in England.”

Oddly enough, Lorna didn’t feel uncomfortable looking at Amanda, the way many of the women seemed to appear. She wondered if it meant they were both cut from the same cloth, although she didn’t regard herself as an insane predator. “Who’s the guy with her?”

“Oh, I’ve met him briefly,” Belinda said, “but I can’t quite recall his name for the moment. Comes from the same part of England, I believe, and a truly excellent writer, according to Cousin Leo. Goes by a set of initials, P-something-or-another.

“Oh, look!” Belinda said excitedly, shooting off on another tangent. “There’s Professor Hinkley, the explorer! I’ve really been dying to meet him! Must rush, dear!” As Belinda bustled off, Sharon trailed behind rolling her eyes and waved a casual good-by. Lorna had to laugh.

Her next find was a small autograph table staffed, to Lorna’s surprise, by two of her girls, fully nude. “Ushi found out we all did W.E. videos. She really runs things here, I guess,” one explained, “so she bought a whole bunch of our stuff for us to autograph. Everybody with a video rotates. Gee, it’s kind of weird, considering we’re in every one of them as the main dish, yet here we are in the flesh. But, hey, it’s kind of nice having fans, even strange ones.”

Watching the other girl at the table pose for a photo with a man in leather mask/strap combo and a naked girl on a leash, Lorna had to agree about the weird part. The picture was taken by another naked girl wearing chains, obviously a second ‘slave’. Strange fans, for sure.

Lorna was pleased to find her girls fully involved on the show floor, nude as required by contract, but still pleasantly professional, even when the product being demonstrated was a new kind of vibrator or anal plug. One was even sitting, cuffed hand and foot, on a restraining stool, with plugs up her ass and vagina, but courteous and calm as she talked to passing attendees, telling them about the company’s products. Another was moaning and gasping with a real orgasm as she sat on a pussy grill.

One booth shocked her when she found one of her models, a really big breasted one, bent slightly over with her breasts on a hot charcoal grill set chest high. What stopped Lorna’s outraged interruption was that the girl didn’t seem in any pain, despite the sales rep’s occasional poking of her good sized jugs with a dull barbecue fork. “As you can see, folks,” the man said as he rambled through his patter, “she’s not being hurt, nor are her breasts really cooking, at least very much. The whole point of HeatAway cream is to protect these beauties so they’ll cook much slower than the rest of the girl. With HeatAway, you can fully roast her with her breasts still on, and they’ll be properly done when she’s ready to carve, no problem with ruining them by overcooking at all.”

Lorna thought about it and decided this was quite an advance. A glance at the company name on the booth told the story and she had to nod in recognition. It was the same company that made that European product, FiberFloss, and it looked like they had another winner.

One booth sold cooking apparatus, including two part spits, and a very nice looking pair of girls was examining the spits with great interest. Lorna suddenly did a double take, sucked in her breath, and froze for a moment. One of the two, a beautifully build athletic brunette, looked exactly like Tish, a girl they’d cooked at her own request a while back! Lorna felt like she was looking at a ghost.

As if noticing her scrutiny, the brunette glanced up, saw Lorna, then did something totally unexpected: She broke out into a big smile. Rushing over, she hugged Lorna with pure, open affection. “Oh, you must be Lorna Paten!” she gushed to her companion, a very nicely built woman several years older. “This is the lady that cooked Tish!”

As the second woman also broke into a big cheerful smile, Lorna had room for only one thought. Huh?

The brunette rushed to explain. “Oh, thank you so much! She was my twin, and we both have the same fantasy… or had, I guess, or… whatever. Anyhow, I’ve been dreaming about it forever, just like Buffy, here, and we both…”

From the following torrent of words, Lorna extracted the fact that Tish, Buffy, and Tish’s twin sister Trish were all true spit muffins, only Tish had gotten up her nerve first. The other two were still testing the waters. Also, they had nothing but good feelings for the wonderful lady that helped Tish realize her fantasy. When a thirtyish woman with a really delicious figure, named Tracy and her friend Gracie, an African-American girl with a really notable front portico showed up, the party got a little hectic.

Lorna gently extracted herself from the group, amused at watching their next escapade. Buffy was nude, lying on the booth’s main table while Gracie was inserting the bottom half of a two part spit up her. Looking over her shoulder at Gracie, she asked, “Does my butt look big on this?”

Gracie responded with a pat on the buttock and answered with a grin, “No, dear, just delicious!” In the background, Trish was busy stripping, obviously intent on trying the poles after Buffy.

Time to leave.

At a booth for an Internet site run by a Puerto Rican couple, she found herself in amiable conversation with a woman named Anne who had a large boa constrictor draped around her neck and shoulders. Anne commented, “You really did a good job with the models, Lorna. They’re helping make the show a big hit. Right, Spit?” Thus addressed, the taciturn man standing next to her agreed. With a slight shock, Lorna recognized him as one of her favorite authors.

“Thanks,” Lorna answered. “I’m glad they’re doing their job. That’s what I hired them for, and ALL I hired them for.”

Anne got a little wide-eyed at her tone, but nodded agreement after a moment’s thought.

To her amusement, Lorna even found herself autographing one of her old Internet nude pictures for a Nordic appearing man with a reddish beard wearing a name tag with “Yppiz” printed on it. At another booth, she got a copy of the Cookbook for Cannibals autographed by the author. The show was really turning out to be fun.

Back to business, she chided herself, and decided to find out where the girls hung out when they weren’t on the floor. There certainly weren’t all on duty at the moment.

As it happened, the problem solved itself as two of the girls met her in one of the aisles. “Oh, Ms Paten, I’m really glad to see you,” the redhead said. “We really don’t have a problem, but…”

“What is it, honey?” Lorna asked gently.

“Well,” the girl glanced at her companion, who motioned for her to continue, “you know that couple that’s been photographing the exhibits for the show?” Lorna nodded.

The rest came out in a gush. “We’re really not as experienced as we’d like, cause I guess, in our kind of videos, nobody acts as your representative, you just do it yourself and I really don’t know how to talk to nice people like them, but they want us to pose for them after the show’s over ‘cause they do girl cooking picture sets and they said we’d be great and they’re so nice and all and we’ve heard of them and they really treat models right and we’d like to take the job ‘cause they’re so nice and all, but we don’t know how to read contracts or anything and… Would your agency represent us?”

Lorna followed the torrent of words with some difficulty, but was more or less able to stay in the main stream. At the last question, she gave both girls a friendly hug. “Sure, be glad to. This is a special case, you understand, because we normally don’t do skin or porno, but you guys are doing an excellent job, so call it a favor for good work.”

Both squealed with delight. After settling down, they agreed to take Lorna to the lounge to announce their good fortune, especially since the posing offer had been made to most of the models. Lorna sighed. Be careful what favors you promise, she told herself resignedly, but a promise was a promise. She was aware of the husband and wife team making the offers, and the girls were right: they were nice people. Shouldn’t be a problem.

On their way down the service corridor, a voice behind the three called out, “Make way, hot meal coming through!”

Lorna stepped to one side and was passed by two of the models carrying a third doubled on her back, moaning. It was the girl from the pussy grill. One of the models carrying her grinned at Lorna and licked her lips. “Bonus time. We get to taste what’s been cooked on display.”

Lorna grinned back as she watched the three disappear through a door at the end of the corridor. Looks like one, or both, of the carriers were about to enjoy some grilled pussy. If past experience was any guide, it was about to get a little noisy in the old break room.

When Lorna entered the break room, she found it furnished comfortably, with naked girls relaxing on a number of couches and overstuffed chairs. There was an open door off the main room, and the sounds coming from it told her where the meal and her carriers had gone.

On a couch against one wall, a nude girl was lying on her stomach, calmly reading a magazine with the base of a butt plug just visible between her plush bottom cheeks. It was Diane, who looked up and waved her over. “Hi, Lorna. I’m getting ready to go on in a few moments. They’re demonstrating a new two part spit and I’m the meat. It’s a featured demonstration, so I hope you’ll please come and watch.”

“Hi, honey,” Lorna replied, “you can be certain I’ll be there.” She reached over and gently patted the girl on a plump buttock, letting her hand stay for a moment to knead and squeeze the tender flesh. By now, Lorna was perfectly certain Diana was going to end up in her kitchen soon… and not as a cook.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Miki’s voice coming from behind her. “Lorna, they did it anyhow.”

“What?” she asked calmly as she turned to face her assistant. As she did, she saw Paulo, one of Antonio Montero’s two main subordinates and Miki’s boyfriend, standing at her shoulder. Lorna already knew that Antonio was head of security for the show, so she wasn’t really surprised to see Paulo, especially in company with Miki. At a guess, that meant Jess was somewhere with Juan, the other of Antonio’s main men and Jess’s special guy. That also meant there was a good chance she’d meet up with Antonio at the show, a thought that gave her a sexual tingle. With any luck, there was a good possibility of discussing the day’s events and upcoming plans in bed tonight after a fine dinner. That thought really gave her a tingle. If Antonio felt up for a good ride, she was certainly willing to give him one.

Miki handed her a piece of paper that sent all those pleasant thoughts into oblivion. It was a ballot, and the name of every one of her models was on it. “Where’s the ballot box?” she asked in an icy voice.

Miki replied, “On a table at the back wall of the show. They’re not making a big production of it, but the instructions make it plain you’re voting for a model to cook at the end of show luncheon.”

“Like Hell!” Lorna ground out, then throttled her growing rage. They were sticking to their custom of electing one of the models, then cooking her and the girl had no say in the matter. These arrogant jerks were directly defying her condition that no harm would come to the girls she hired. Damn them for making a liar out of her. If this got out, she’d be out of business, but, more than that, the whole idea went totally against her grain. Settle down Lorna, she told herself, you planned for this. Now get to work.

Miki saw her boss go from rage to the really scary calm that marked her at her most dangerous. Normally, that was frightening, but Miki was really pissed at the three bastards running the show for trying to hurt the girls. Even if only one got roasted, the rest would be scared stiff. Miki wanted a piece of them, and it looked like Lorna was going to provide it. “Find Antonio,” Lorna said in a steel hard voice. “Tell him to meet me at the two part spit demonstration.”

Paulo nodded and, taking a small radio from his belt, muttered into it in machine-gun Spanish. “He’ll meet you there,” he said when the conversation was over. Lorna nodded.

“Is something wrong?” Diane asked from her position on the couch.

Lorna patted her bare bottom again. “No honey. Just a little problem with the contracting organization. I intend to have it fixed in a day or so, so you girls go ahead and keep doing the great job you’re doing.”

Diane sighed and settled her chin on her crossed arms. “Great!” she sighed, relaxing. “You know, I really like this gig. This show’s fun.”

“It is, honey,” Lorna agreed, “and I intend for it to stay that way.”

The large circular stage in the center of the showroom floor was the site of the much anticipated spit demonstration. It already had cooking tables and one of the special spit roasting cookers Lorna had seen by the entrance set up. She made a mental note to herself to inquire about prices. One of those indoor barbecues would be good in her kitchen. On one side of the stage was what appeared to be a two part spit, each end on a stand, but magically horizontal in mid air, a three foot gap between the two parts and hundred pound weights hanging off each part. Must be the new hypermagnetic two part spit they were going to demonstrate. Interesting. Quite an advance over the old ventilated spit you hand-shoved up a girl’s pussy or butt.

Lorna, Miki and Paulo were there in plenty of time to get a place on the front row, shortly joined by Jess and Juan. Lorna looked to either side and found herself between two rather memorable attendees.

One was a guy straight out of a German travelogue. He was wearing one of those green Tyrolean hats, leather shorts, an embroidered shirt, hiking boots and heavy wool socks. Noticing her looks, he tipped his hat and smiled at her. “I recognize you, you know, Ms. Paten,” he said. “I just want to say I’m one of your biggest fans.”

Lorna blushed with pleasure and they carried on a polite conversation for a few moments. He finally got Lorna to autograph one of his show programs. Beneath her polite exterior, Lorna was both somewhat amazed and thrilled. Who knew she’d have fans? And here, of all places!

The other was a glasses wearing guy with a neatly trimmed beard, setting up an easel to do another of the pen and ink drawings she saw in the open portfolio at his feet. From where she stood, it looked like they were treatments of the various exhibits at the show, prominently featuring the girls cooking in one form or another. “Karyn,” he said to his assistant, a trim, short haired brunette with glasses, “hand me that pen case over there, would you?”

A darkly beautiful, sensuous looking woman on his other side held up her hand. “I’ll get it, Karyn,” she said, then went back to her own work. Lorna noticed it seemed to consist of colorizing the artist’s pen and ink drawings.

She forgot the artist as everyone applauded the appearance of the cook, her assistants, and the prospective roastee. Carol was acting as the cook by special arrangement with the company marketing the spit. Lorna smiled as she realized Carol had deliberately encased her hour glass figure in the same white bikini made famous when she was starring in that old TV show, with a tall chef’s hat topping her heart shaped face and long straight brown hair. Her two assistants were also in white bikinis, and Lorna giggled when she saw that Megan was one of them. Trust Megan not to miss even a roleplay cooking. Diane had her hands cuffed behind her and a ball gag in her mouth, trying her best to look frantically scared, but Lorna could tell the girl was excited about the ride she was soon to take.

“Hello, everybody,” Carol said, then went into her patter about the merits of the new hypermagnetic two part spit. As she talked, Diane was laid face down on the cooking table and her feet were fitted into cuffs on either side of the table, leaving her legs spread a comfortable distance apart and her pussy uncovered for insertion of the bottom half of the spit. Lorna gathered from the commentary that some sort of extremely strong, computer balanced magnetic field held the two parts of the spit in place. The field would eventually disrupt the heart’s action, but it took over an hour for that to happen. If the spit was used in roleplay, the girl wouldn’t be on it long enough for her to incur any damage. If she was on it to really roast, the point about the heart was moot.

Carol’s assistants took the weights off the two parts of the spit on the display stand, turned it off, then brought both loose halves over to the cooking table. One assistant carefully inserted the front into Diane’s mouth, but obviously not down her throat. The other end was just as carefully inserted about nine or so inches up her cunt. One of the assistants fastened a metallic looking thick strap just under her breasts. Megan turned something at the base of the spit and Diane stiffened like she had a solid spit through her body. “As you can see,” Carol was saying, “neither end is inserted far enough to be bothersome or painful. The strap at the balance point of the magnetic fields gives the central part of her body support and doesn’t let her sag. This makes roleplay much more fun since you don’t have to worry about anti-gag drugs, among other things. If you are spitting a girl for real, she’ll stay alive longer, which means, of course the meat will be that much more tasty.

“In addition,” she continued with a smile, “the base of the spit, the part in her cunt, is giving her a constant little electric tingle when it’s turned on. Keeps her stimulated and makes the whole experience more enjoyable for all concerned, especially since her cunt gets really juicy.”

Lorna missed the next part because two strong arms swept her up, flipped her around in midair and positioned her for a long and passionate kiss, which she proceeded to receive. Antonio, dark, muscular, terminally handsome Antonio Montero, international arms dealer, sometime mercenary and occasional ‘specialty’ job contractor, had arrived. Lorna could already feel her heart beating faster.

“Good afternoon, darling,” he said with a husky Spanish accent as they broke apart.

“Antonio,” Lorna replied breathlessly, “one more like that and we’re leaving the show right now!

“Hold it, bucko,” she said hastily before he could follow up on her suggestion. “We need to talk. I have a little job for you and the boys tomorrow night. Since you’re head of security here, dear, it ought to be no problem.”

Somehow, Antonio managed to combine a thoughtful look at her and a big grin. “I know your little jobs, Lorna, and they normally fall under what I categorize as high priced work. Are you prepared to pay?”

“How about a week on your island with me and the girls?” Lorna said with an answering grin. “I’ll even bring a special dinner or two.” Jess and Miki ought to be able to find a couple of party girls burnt out enough to volunteer for the spit.

Antonio’s smile was knowing, and Lorna was getting that old tingle again. “All right, Lorna,” he answered. “What is it?”

“Shh,” she said and turned back to the stage. “Tonight, over dinner and in bed. I want to watch this.”

By now, Diane had been lifted onto the rotisserie and had begun turning over the heat. Lorna always enjoyed watching a girl rotate over the heat, and Diane was no exception. Somehow, her slightly plump form became a sculptor’s dream, every curve both tantalizing and perfect as her muscles rippled in orgasm. The front part of the spit didn’t go far enough down her throat to block her voicebox, either, so there were muffled groans and squeals to add to the show. Diane was certainly enjoying this. She looked wonderful and Lorna was sure she was going to taste wonderful, too, one of these days soon.

Marcel was somewhat surprised when he found the door of his temporary office in the show hall unlocked, but dismissed the matter with a Gallic shrug. Obviously, either Ushi or Sarah had come in early. Unusual, perhaps, but not unknown, especially on the climactic day of the show. Certainly, they were in early, since the ballot box was sitting on his desk.

His thoughts skidded into other paths when a voice spoke from the doorway of the connecting office. “Marcel,” Lorna’s tones were steely hard, calm, and deadly, “you and your partners violated the contract you had with my agency. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Gathering what little courage he had, he turned to face the short curvy woman that was now somehow not so cuddly. “It is, after all, our custom. The attendees expect it. Not my personal preference in this case, perhaps, but there is nothing you can do.”

Lorna nodded, with a grim smile that held absolutely no good nature at all. “Perhaps, perhaps not. Certainly, it would be far too late if I went to the courts or other standard remedies. On the other hand, the contract you signed allowed me to call in other agencies if I so desire in case of any violation, did you notice that?”

He hadn’t. Mentally, he damned the perspiration forming on his brow as he attempted to keep up a bold front. “A trifle. There is nothing, Ms Paten, you can do at this moment. Perhaps you should acknowledge you have lost and allow events to take their course with grace.”

Lorna nodded. “Maybe. I’m curious, though. Shall we see, before we get further into what will happen next, just who got elected to become the centerpiece of the end of show luncheon?”

A cold chill ran down Marcel’s spine. Something was going to happen. He didn’t know what, but something was going to happen. He nodded nervously and got the ballot box key from his desk drawer. With slightly shaky hands, he unlocked the box under Lorna’s iron glare, the reached in to extract a handful of ballots. Glancing at the top one, he realized the names checked were not the ones he expected. In fact, those names shouldn’t be on the ballots at all!

Lorna reached over and extracted the ballots from his nerveless hands. “Hm,” she said musingly as she leafed through them, “it appears that Ushi Gerber and Sarah Wylkes got the vote on this one. And on this one. And these.”

She rifled through the stack of ballots in the box. “In fact, it appears the two of them were chosen on every ballot in the box. The women have excellent bodies. Good choice, I’d say. Since they are not on my contract, there’s really nothing more I can do about it. It looks like the banquet will have its main dish after all.”

“But - but - but, that’s impossible!” he stammered, then made the mistake of looking Lorna straight in the eye. What he saw froze him in terror.

“Oh,” she replied softly, “but it is certainly possible. The outside agency that has now taken a hand is the Society of Lilith, Marcel. They have also taken Ushi and Sarah. Since only one is needed for the main dish of your little luncheon buffet, the other is mine for later, and I’ll be choosing which one in a few minutes. They have both already signed over their interests in your little partnership to the Society. Your show serves a useful purpose, Marcel, and the Society wants it continued. You will be contacted soon by your new controlling partners. I suggest that you behave yourself. If you ever mistreat or involuntarily cook another girl, you will be exchanged for a more ethical individual as surely as Ushi and Sarah appeared on those ballots.

“Do you understand?”

A few moments later, Lorna closed the office door on a gibbering Marcel, who appeared to be having a complete breakdown behind his desk. Served him right, and she meant every word. Nobody, but nobody, dragged her into a situation where an innocent girl was mistreated or cooked against her will. That was murder in her book and Marcel was a murderer, as much as Ushi and Sarah. He was simply under a suspended sentence until the Society could gain full control of the Show. Then good-bye, Marcel.

Lorna nodded to herself as she walked towards the models’ break room. Brooke would be excellent for the job of handling the Show. That sort of thing was right up her alley and, given how lucrative the Show was turning out to be, would do quite a bit for her bank account. Brooke was hard nosed enough to do anything that needed doing if Marcel got out of line, too. Fat chance of that happening, she thought, remembering the twitching wreck of a man she’d left behind her.

She giggled. Remarkable what could be done with a computer printer and three women willing to spend an evening putting check marks on ballots. Actually, Ushi and Sarah would have ‘won’ the election hands down, even if the other ballots had been left in the box. There were only a few dozen ballots inside when Antonio delivered the ballot box to her apartment, and that made her feel better about the attendees. Almost everyone seemed to know what the rules were here, she mused, and were willing to abide by them. Well, she decided as she entered the break room, those folks deserved a treat.

The treats were naked and ball gagged, strung up by their wrists from ropes fastened to ceiling braces, their feet barely touching the floor. Lorna gave both stunned and frightened women a steely glare for a moment, then settled down to choose which one was going to be roasted this morning. The models, already nude for the show finale, were gathered around the pair, chattering happily. All the models were told earlier what was going on and what Ushi and Sarah originally planned for them. That knowledge made the girls set to with a will, preparing both women for roasting after they were delivered, bound and naked, to the group an hour earlier.

Lorna chatted absently with various girls as she approached the two prospective meals, but her attention was on evaluating both bodies for their meat. Ushi was as rounded as she appeared in clothing, but had good muscle tone and a really flat belly. Sarah, on the other hand, was definitely on the very plump side, but no rolls of fat, just smooth flesh. Sarah’s big breasts made Ushi’s smaller ones look almost petite and her stomach was nicely domed, too. Both shaved pubic mounds were quite plump, with very pronounced clitoral splits.

With smooth professional expertise, Lorna ignored the women’s various muffled gasps and cries behind their ball gags as she squeezed their arms and ran her hands down their torsos, testing the belly and tender meaty sections above the hips along the way. She ran her forefinger into each woman, producing another squeal and pinching with finger on the inside and thumb on the outside the test the thickness and quality of the pubis. Great feeling prime filets. Odd, she thought to herself, she felt an angularity behind the back wall of each woman’s vagina. Something in the ass. Moving on, she continued her evaluation. Thighs, particularly the inside muscle, were excellent meat and just right for steaks, although the luncheon centerpiece was going to be served in thin slices on rolls.

After kneeling to check the calves, she walked around to look at the back and buttocks and got a surprise. Each woman had what looked like some kind of plastic handle projecting from between her plump mounds of bottom meat. Diane giggled at Lorna’s expression, holding a very long floppy soft plastic brush with a soft spongy head. “After we flushed them out,” she said with a grin, waving the floppy brush, “we finished cleaning them with one of these. We put in new ones to make sure they were clean and just sort of forgot to pull the brushes out afterward. Opens their butts up, anyhow.” Lorna had to laugh.

Handles aside, these were two great asses. Sarah’s big buttocks were each enough meat to feed a family, but Ushi took the prize for best ass. Her bottom was beautifully rounded, full and smooth and made one want to just butter it up and throw it on a grill. She ought to have USDA Prime stamped on each cheek. Those things were practically demanding a cooking fork.

After grabbing, kneading and shaking a plump buttock on each woman to watch the meat wobble, Lorna made her decision. “Girls,” she announced, “both of these are prime roasters, and I’m an expert judge. Nice juicy Sarah, here, will be on the menu for the show’s luncheon buffet. You and I won’t get much of her, but don’t be disappointed, because you are all invited to my apartment tomorrow night. Ms Gerber will provide the eats.” Ushi’s eyes got wider with shock and outrage, while Sarah appeared to be on the verge of stunned paralysis. “Take Sarah down,” Lorna commanded. “We’re going to get the show on the road in just a little bit.

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She’s yours to play with until then.” There was a general cheer. Unless Lorna missed her guess, it was going to be easy inserting a spit up Sarah Wylkes once the girls finished, no matter which hole Carol used.

When Lorna stepped out on the big stage in the center of the show hall, she glanced around and figured just about all the registered attendees were standing in the audience. There appeared to be some puzzlement among the crowd, judging from looks and low voiced comments, since this part was normally hosted by Marcel, Ushi, and Sarah. Time to tell everyone there was new management. “Hi, folks,” Lorna said into the microphone in her hand, “I hope you all enjoyed the Show. I’m Lorna Paten, owner of the Aldyke Agency, and we provided the models for the Show. I hope they met your expectations.”

There was prolonged applause at that. “Thank you,” Lorna continued with a genuine smile, “both I and the girls appreciate that. I’m going to take this occasion to announce there’s been a big change in Show management, and in the show finale. You’ll see as we go along, but I want to inform you the custom of cooking one of the models is over. We’re not going to disappoint you for the luncheon, because we have a really nice roaster scheduled. Right now though, I’m going to bring out the girls, then Carol will take over and start lunch cooking.”

With that, she waved and the twenty three nude models came up and lined up on stage, to the accompaniment of cheers, clapping and the occasional camera flash. All smiled and waved at the crowd. “We have group pictures, enough so you can each have one, at the table over there. Feel free to take one when you want.” Lorna breathed a mental sigh of relief. That was another project frantically done over night. Thank goodness for digital cameras and the high speed professional photo printer in her office. Expensive, but a drop in the bucket compared to what she now stood to make from the Show.

With that, Carol and her assistants, again including Megan, came out and greeted the audience. There were a few gasps of surprise when Sarah was brought out, nude, gagged with her hands cuffed, but no other obvious reaction. By now, Lorna was certain everyone knew what was happening, but wasn’t interested in protesting. According to Marcel’s files, nobody but the three of them had any financial stake in the Show, so no one in the audience had any particular reason to get involved. It looked like they just decided to go with the flow. Besides, Sarah looked delicious.

Sarah appeared stunned and docile, allowing herself to be rotated in place to show everyone the quality of meat on her quite plump body. Looking on critically, Lorna decided the woman was more than plump, but still shapely, sort of like a plus sized swimsuit model. Frankly, she looked mouthwatering. She also looked drugged. Carol must have given her a high-powered sedative.

Dreamily unresisting, Sarah allowed herself to be led over to the spitting jig, where her ankles and wrists were cuffed to the jig’s legs. This left her bent over and spread, her pussy wide open for the spit. This was done with her facing away from the audience, so everyone could get a good view of her prime filet and the skewering it was about to experience. As her assistants rolled the automatic spitter into place, Carol gently dabbed Sarah’s exposed pussy with a mild stimulant to let her get some sexual excitement out of the penetration. It seemed to work, because the woman was starting to moan and wriggle as the shaft of the spit was slowly and carefully aligned some six inches inside her vagina. The moans were cut off when one of the assistants held Sarah’s mouth open as Carol gently inserted the long plastic tube of the spit guide. From that point on, the whole process was on automatic. Once the spit was entirely through Sarah, a happily smiling Megan took over the chore of packing the future roast’s ass full of stuffing. Looking critically at Megan, Lorna was sure the crotch of her bikini bottom was sopping wet.

Sarah appeared to convulse slightly and her body was gently writhing on the long shaft as her legs and arms were secured, preparatory to mounting her on the barbecue. Once there with the heat turned on, Carol and her assistants continually basted the beautiful plump curves of Sarah’s body as she rotated. It was a sight that never failed to excite Lorna, and an arm that crept around her waist told her somebody else was just as excited. It was Diane, and Lorna smiled as she began to stroke the girl’s naked body. There was only Lorna’s sundress between the two, and Lorna was of the mind that the dress constituted way too much of a barrier. “Let’s watch for a few moments,” she whispered into the girl’s ear. “After that, we can sneak back to the break room and have a little fun, okay?” Diane answered with a kiss.

Later, a relaxed and content Lorna held out her paper plate, while Carol cut several juicy sandwich-thin slices from Sarah’s right buttock and placed them on a sliced roll. A little mustard, a little mayo, and a big bite confirmed her original estimate of Sara’s tastiness.

It was really quite pleasant to circulate among the crowd with a nice buffet lunch and chat with just about everybody that was at the Show. Lorna reflected that things had gone quite well today. Raffling off the prime filets of Sarah and the two imported girls the suppliers had donated to the buffet was a new touch, but proved popular. The darkly beautiful woman that had been colorizing the pen and ink artist’s work had won Sarah’s nicely roasted pussy and was over in the chairs next to the wall obviously enjoying her meal as she chatted with that writer that was supposed to be such a friend of Amanda Blake’s.

Another pleasant item of interest was how many people had picked up the souvenir group picture of her models, then had the photos autographed by as many girls as they could find. On the whole, things had gone well for the Aldyke Agency, the Society, and the girls she’d hired for the Show. Quite lucrative, in fact. Of course, she thought, as she took another bite of Sarah’s flavorful buttock meat, things hadn’t gone quite well for some people, but the end result turned out better for everyone. Ushi’s smooth round rear, for instance, was the planned highlight of tomorrow night. She planned to have a steak from that tempting rear, with the woman’s prime filet laid on top.

The next evening, a nude Lorna sat comfortably on her favorite sofa, legs crossed and sipping a glass of wine as she contemplated the group of naked women now in her apartment waiting for dinner to make an appearance. It promised to be an interesting night, since the companies that made the hypermagnetic two part spit and the indoor girl roasting barbecue had been happy to sell those items to her at a slight discount and the avoid handling and shipping charges they would incur in bringing them home. She even had a nice supply of HeatAway for Ushi to try out. Her friends were there, but it was too bad only half of the models could make the dinner. A video producer at the Show, impressed with the models, had negotiated a contract with her for fifteen girls, right there at the luncheon, for a shoot to begin the next day. That wasn’t the sort of thing she wanted to do regularly, but the money was good for both the agency and the girls, so Lorna didn’t really mind.

Speaking of Ushi, dinner appeared, gagged and cuffed, wearing a set of high heeled mules to keep her feet clean and an unhappy expression as Jess urged her through the crowd with occasional soft jabs of a barbecue fork to her plump buttocks. Jess steered her unwilling charge through the room, allowing everyone to get a good look and feel of Ushi’s smooth, meaty body. It was nice that Ushi was in her early thirties, Lorna reflected. She always enjoyed the distinctive full flavor of a woman in her prime.

Since they were using the two part spit tonight, Jess and Miki wanted to try out something new without the risk of getting various fluids on the carpet. Two long boards, nailed in an x-shape with cuffs at all four ends, were resting against one of the living room sofas. Ushi was brought over and secured face down to the rig, where it became immediately obvious that the shape of the x put her in the proper position for the cooks to insert the halves of the spit in her mouth and cunt, then stuff her ass before she was taken to the broiler.

Stuffing became the first order of business as Miki pried apart Ushi’s bottom cheeks, then removed the anal plug that had been embedded to loosen her anus. The various sounds and wriggling movements Ushi made as her ass was packed full of stuffing proved quite enjoyable to all, but especially to the former Show models who remembered Ushi’s plans for them.

Noticing Brooke and Vivian off to one side watching the little playlet while they fondled two of the girls reminded Lorna she didn’t have someone of her own to share the fun with at the moment. Diane apparently felt the same way, because she appeared out of nowhere and plopped next to Lorna, happy and eager for a little cuddling.

Ushi felt as full as she’d ever been, and almost giggled with a wild insanity as her mind persisted in using the word “stuffed”. That wasn’t everything she was going to have inside her, however. There was a bristly sensation as a brush slowly caressed her clitoris, then her whole pubic area began to tingle. Some kind of nerve stimulant. Definitely a stimulant, her excited mind decided as she felt the rounded, thick shaft of the bottom part of the spit begin to work its way up into her vagina, giving her waves of pleasure as it slid further up. Her first orgasm happened when she realized the thing was over nine inches into her. An openmouthed moan was stifled as the ball gag was removed and replaced with the thick mouthpiece of the top part of the spit. The initial sensations intensified as the spit was turned on and her body stiffened. When her legs and arms were tied to the shaft, she knew she was about to be put over the barbecue, but didn’t care. Her body was awash in waves of pleasure and nothing else was able to get to the forefront of her mind. She felt the basting brushes coat her with oil and spices, just before they lifted her up and put her on to cook. As she began to rotate over the heat, the only thought that forced its way past the waves of sensation dominating her thoughts was the whimsical idea that she was going out with the biggest bang ever.

Lorna and Diane stood watching Ushi rotate, the light from the heating elements causing her oiled curves to glisten. All of the women were watching silently and a few were stroking themselves or their partners. Lorna was sure every possible spot in the room was soon going to be occupied with pairs, or groups, of sexually charged women. Diane whispered in her ear, “When you do me, I want to go out like her.”

Lorna, despite her earlier misgivings, was elated. She had her now! She squeezed the girl’s waist. “Sure, honey. Jess, Miki, and I have to go out of town for a week tomorrow, but you can move in with us when we get back. Take your time and think it through. If you are ready when we get back, we’ll have a big party, just like this.” Lorna didn’t want to take the girl with her to Antonio’s. That just didn’t feel right. This was between Diane and her and it ought to stay that way. Miki already had a couple of thrill-seeking, suicidal airheads lined up for the trip, anyway. They were somewhere in the apartment.

Diane snuggled closer, still watching the beautiful sight of Ushi slow roasting. “That’s wonderful. My best friend, Katerina wants to do it with me. Can she?”

Lorna’s eyes widened, but she wasn’t about to turn down this offer! “Of course, honey. We’ll fix it so you can both ride the same spit.” Bound on the shaft in opposite directions so they were face to pussy, maybe. Think about it.

Glancing over at one group where a few sex toys had made their appearance, Diane asked her, “Have you got a strap-on?”

Normally, Lorna didn’t use the things, although she had no reservations about them if her partner was so inclined. Jess and Miki had a full collection of the things, too. “Sure, darling,” she replied. “I’ll go get one.”

When she got back, she found the x rig turned so that the woman on it could see Ushi as she roasted, and the woman on it was Diane. She’d even gotten someone to put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. “Hurry up, Lorna!” Diane moaned, then wriggled her bottom, causing her full cheeks to jiggle. “Put it in here! I want to feel like I’m being opened up for stuffing and I’m going to be next on the spit! Oh, please hurry!”

Lorna wasted no time complying, and Diane turned out to be a hell of a ride. Noisy, too.

Later, an exhausted Lorna just lay on top of Diane, the shaft of the strap-on still embedded in the girl’s bottom, and stroked the smooth flesh of her flank gently as both of them watched Ushi cook. The woman was already a nice golden brown and would be ready to carve soon. Diane was a great lay, Lorna mused. Too bad the girl wanted to be cooked. Strange to think of slicing the soft hip she was stroking into steaks. Well, Diane’d be living with them - she and her friend, that is - and there would be more opportunities for this kind of fun.

On the other hand, she, Lorna Paten, was now a full fledged woman eating cannibal. Not only did she eat women and choose women for cooking, now she seduced the ones she wanted for the platter. Somehow, there was always a little distance between cooking or eating the girls and getting them to the kitchen. She could never understand the mentality of a woman that would voluntarily end it all with a bang, but they were out there. There was a difference, though, between accommodating that impulse and encouraging it, and she was encouraging Diane. She’d gone the whole way, now. She was seducing girls for their meat. Never thought that would happen. Sad, in a way. Maybe she ought to try and talk Diane out of it, just because the idea of seducing the girl bothered her. Possibly…

Just then, Megan leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Lorna, I’ve had it with waiting. I’m ready. When can we have a party for me?”

Lorna’s thought process jumped into high gear. So much for ethical debates, dammit! A good meal was in the offing, and one that looked like she’d be gorgeous on a spit. It wasn’t as though Megan hadn’t been testing the waters as a prospective roast for weeks, after all. Now she was asking to be put on the menu! Along with Diane and her friend! Talk about a food surplus!

She looked up at Megan and smiled pleasantly. “Soon, Megan honey. Real soon.”

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There are a ton of cameos in it. The story was intended that way, just for fun. I’ve removed some of them because the people weren’t relative to the story, but I can’t remember just who I left. Perro Loco and his wife are there, of course. So are Dolcett and his lady love of the time (name escapes me at the moment).

One reader compared the story to a “Where’s Waldo” episode. Been years since I wrote it, so I’ll have to read it again to see just who is there.

Leo

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Yup. In fact, this version is a little more generic in that I removed a few cameos for a variety of reasons. All of the important persons (except you) were there, though.

Leo

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It was. Glad you enjoy my stories. Leo