Lilith 08: Samantha's Seduction Part 1 by Leo

Samantha’s Seduction, Part 1

by Leo

She watched as the two naked and bound women hanging from wall hooks shivered fearfully and stared at the closed door with terror-filled eyes, waiting with dread for it to open. Open it did, a few moments later, to admit a slightly rotund man in a chef’s outfit. “Hello, ladies,” he called cheerily. “Ready for lunch?”

One girl, a brunette in her mid-twenties at a guess and quite exuberantly built, moaned through her ball gag. The other, a slightly more slender but still quite curvy blonde of about the same age, simply froze in place. The chef took no real notice, beyond smiling at them, and proceeded to begin laying out a variety of oils, spices and other kitchen appurtenances, to include a few extra sets of cuffs. “You may be interested in what’s on today’s menu,” he commented as he worked. “Well, the features for today are stew pork and spit roasted pig.”

The two women gasped, despite their gags, and she gasped along with them. She knew what was about to happen, but this was her first time seeing it, and she was as glued to the scene in horror as the blonde.

“Let’s just see who’s best for what, shall we?” The chef’s pleasant tone added to the terror of the scene. She could see herself in the same position. Oddly, though, she was beginning to become stimulated by the act playing out in front of her. She became even more stimulated as the chef ran his hands over the bodies of the two bound women, tweaking arms, breasts and pubic mounds.

“Hm, not bad,” the chef commented, finger to chin as he considered the two luscious naked female bodies, “you both have plenty of meat in the right areas. Let’s see the backside, shall we, ladies?” With that, he turned the women to face the wall, allowing him, and the watcher, to judge their fully rounded rear curves. “Yes,” he said in a decisive voice, “good asses and very meaty thighs. Plenty of meat in the right places, as I said.

“However,” he commented further, squeezing the brunette’s full, smooth buttocks, “these would best be done as a roast. I think I’ll spit you.”

Hefting the blonde off her hook, he dragged her unresisting, terrified form to the cook table in the middle of the kitchen and placed her on it, face down. “You, my dear, will be our stew. Now, don’t be worried I’ll let you go unfilled. I have two nice carrots just for you.” Suiting action to words, he took two large carrots from a nearby basket .

The watcher stared at the chef and the blonde in terrible fascination, but felt herself getting wet as the chef inserted the first of the carrots in the blonde’s pussy, then began working the other between her full cheeks and up her ass. “There,” the chef said, standing back with satisfaction as he surveyed the last carrot, only its base peeking out from between the plump soft mounds of flesh, “that ought to plug you quite nicely. Just squeeze on those, and you ought to have a nice time as the water heats up.”

Following the chef’s helpful suggestion, the blonde began to industriously fuck the two carrots as the chef, whistling a little tune, began to chop vegetables into a large nearby pot filled to the brim with water. “I’ll begin to heat it up after you’re in it,” he commented. “You’ll be quite ready for the heat once it starts to boil.”

Watching the blonde get herself off, loudly and vigorously, on the two carrots was just a bit too much for Samantha. She stopped the tape and got up, stripping as she went into the bedroom to get her vibrator. She was back quickly, settled in her sofa, then started the tape again as she inserted the vibrator in her own cunt. Her first orgasm hit as the chef lifted the squirming blonde and put her into the pot. Her second hit as the blonde obviously had her own second orgasm in the now steaming water.

When Samantha came back to earth, the chef had the brunette on elbows and knees on the cook table and was poised behind her with a large, gleaming spit. With another cheerily whistled tune, he began inserting the long pole up her vagina. Samantha thought she couldn’t get more excited, but the vibrator and the sight of the spit entering the brunette’s pussy told her otherwise.

The scene shifted, to show the spit extended from the brunette’s mouth, her face frozen in distress, then cut again to show the chef lifting the girl, spit and all, to place her on a rotisserie over an already glowing heating element. The sight of the brunette’s beautiful squirming naked form as it rotated over the heat did it for Samantha. Every luscious curve of the brunette’s spectacular body was emphasized by the glow of the heating element as it rotated, and to top it off, the girl was obviously fucking the spit as she cooked. Sammi had to stop the tape and devote herself to the vibrator, her mind filling with visions and fantasies from the tape. She got so worked up, she even rolled over on her belly at one point and shifted the vibe from her cunt to her ass.

It was a long night.

The next morning, she forced herself to have coffee and eat something before going back through the tape, all the way to the end where the two girls, one the deep red of boiled meat and the other a beautiful golden brown roast, were presented on the same platter, apples in their mouths. Good thing she didn’t have to go to the office today. Sammi almost giggled at the thought she was officially on assignment, doing “research”. She did chuckle at the memory of how it all started as she, nude as she’d been since last night, shakily inserted a new tape and got out her vibrator.

Samantha was in her cubicle, reviewing one of her travel pieces on her monitor, when Jack called her on the intercom. “Sammi, can you come to my office? I might just have a new contract for us and they want you to do it.”

Entering Jack’s office, she was struck by the uncomfortable look on his face. Was something wrong? “We just might have a new client,” he began. “She likes your travel and gourmet cooking pieces. Wants you to do a very special show on a very unique cooking practice.”

He held up his hand. “Don’t bother asking me about it, I’m supposed to let her discuss all the details with you. She’s down in the conference room right now.”

Looking her in the eye, he continued levelly, “I’m not real sure what she wants, actually, but she’s willing to triple our usual production fee for your work. All this mystery and money makes me a little nervous, but the company’s cut will go a long way to pay a few bills we have coming due shortly. We need the money, Sammi, but don’t take a pig in a poke, okay?”

“Sure, Jack,” she replied in a puzzled tone. “If you’re okay with this, I’ll take a look. Don’t worry, I’m not about to do anything screwy or dangerous.”

Jack nodded, relieved. “Atta girl. And, yes, I know that’s patronizing and paternalistic, but I don’t give a damn. Atta girl, anyway.”

The client in the waiting room proved to be an elegant, glamorous woman in her early thirties with a striking fall of wavy dark hair around her shoulders and slightly exotic features. Sammi immediately felt slightly intimidated. Her own appearance was more towards the perky, middle America, short haired honey blonde bouncy type. The woman next to her was about ten years younger, at a guess, and another healthy all-American blonde. Both regarded her with a quiet, evaluating expression that Sammi felt was totally out of character for the blonde.

“Hello,” the older woman began in a furry soprano, “I’m Julia Cabot and this is Shara Richardson. Please sit down, I have some questions to ask you before I decide on hiring your production company, and you, for our project. Some of them will be quite intimate, but feel free to speak in front of Shara. She has my total confidence and I wish you’d extend her yours.”

Sammi stumbled through the preliminary conversation, her mind working furiously behind her normal pleasant expression. Intimate? How intimate? What did this woman want with her, anyway?

“Now,” Julia began, “I want you to understand the terms under which you will work. We are hiring your company solely to secure your services. I enjoy your work, and I think you’ll make an excellent reporter for the project I have in mind. You will be the reporter on the piece and Shara will be your camera woman. My organization will do all of the production work. If you complete it successfully, we will not only present your company with a sizable fee, but you with a very nice bonus. Understood?”

Sammi nodded, no less confused and suspicious than she was at the beginning, but starting to let her reporter’s bump of curiosity override her better judgment’s warnings - strident warnings, at that. “Okay.”

“Now,” Julia continued, “I must request a truthful answer to this question. Your answer will not leave this room. Have you ever had lesbian sex or have any qualms about it?”

Sammi was momentarily shocked. Talk about intimate! She decided to go with the truth. “Yes, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but I prefer guys.”

Julia nodded with satisfaction. “As do most of us. Myself, certainly. Any current boyfriend or girlfriend?”

Sammi shook her head. “No. Look, what is this all about?”

“I want you to do a tape on a very special and unique kind of cooking. The audience will be women, in a production totally by women, which will be a first for this kind of presentation, and it will certainly involve intimate living and probably sex with several of the women involved. If you have any reservations, be assured any physical intimacy will be entirely voluntary, but possibly necessary in order to make the piece. If you have any qualms with that, tell me now.”

Sammi thought hard. “Voluntary?” Julia nodded. “No problems if I back out?”

“None.”

Sammi thought again, then decided. What the hell, she wasn’t getting laid at the moment, anyway. A girl couldn’t live by vibrator alone. “Okay. What do I do?”

Julia pointed at two cases on the table. “Those cases contain tapes and other materials. Take a week, go through the first case and then, only after you’ve been through the first batch - theatrical productions, by the way - go through the second. I want you to make a piece like those in the second batch. If you have any problem with continuing,” she handed Sammi a card, “call me.”

When Sammi got back to her apartment, she opened the first case and found the tapes inside were all a species of porno! Was that what this was all about?! The hell with that! She almost called Julia right then, then decided to read the titles. “”Roasting LuAnn”, “Danni and Delores for Dinner”, “Girls in the Kitchen”, and others of like type. Curious again, she put off making the call and put the first tape in the VCR.

She’d seen three and had to give her poor tired pussy a rest by the afternoon of the second day.

Several days later, Sammi was sitting in her tub full of warm water, soothing her poor overworked pussy and bottom hole. Leaning back in the tub, she gave herself over to thinking about the last few days experience. Those tapes! They were far more stimulating than she’d ever imagined anything like that could be. Hell, she’d been nude since the first night, and saw no reason to dress even now. And the fantasies! She had no idea anything like those woman-cooking scenes even existed, much less how they’d affect her. At one point, she’d even watched one lying stretched on her stomach on the couch, arms and ankles crossed like she was bound, an apple in her mouth and the good old faithful vibe in her cunt. That experience gave her a constant, twenty minute low grade orgasm and a profound respect for the vibrator’s manufacturer. She’d gone through two sets of batteries, too.

Obviously, the idea, let alone the sight, of cooking and eating a woman excited her on some primal level. Just what did that say about her? She worriedly put that thought away for consideration at a later time. It was obvious Julia’s mysterious project had to do with cooking women, since she was nationally known as a commentator on high end hotel food around the world. For a moment, she lost herself in a reverie on how she’d tackle a piece on cooking when the subject wasn’t a rack of lamb, but a curvy plump brunette like one of those on the tapes.

She could feel herself start to react, again, and resolutely put the daydream away for later, along with the first filed topic. Instead, she began to get curious about the second case of tapes. How were they different from the first set? The first set was all theatrical play acting. Several of the actresses were in multiple tapes, apparently well known in the genre, too, since they were on the credits. Thinking about it, Sammi could even spot where film making sleight of hand was used to make everything seem real. It didn’t detract from the excitement, but at least she knew the girls weren’t harmed. What about if it was for real? It was legal, she knew, but far underground. The second group of tapes? Best find out.

After drying out and thankfully deciding the bath had done its soothing work, she opened the second case. Sure enough, these tapes were about the real thing. Oh, not stories, but actual how-to tapes. The first one was titled “Alternate Spitting Methods”. There was another, “How to Judge the Best Cuts”. A third one, “Efficient Butchering”, she put aside. Not quite ready for that yet.

Curious, she sat on the couch to watch the tape about how to spit a girl. There were obvious differences from the porno stuff. The two girls in the piece weren’t actresses in makeup, but slightly plump Hispanic girls, naked, of course. One was bound belly down on what looked like a padded sawhorse and the other was strapped on her back on a table, her wrists shackled to her ankles to pull her legs high up and expose her cunt and bottom hole. The moderator demonstrated how to spit a girl through the pussy (the sawhorse), then how to do one in the ass (the table). The guy didn’t push the spit in by hand, either; there was a machine for that. The whole thing was done in the best traditions of do-it-yourself instruction. Still, watching the two girls writhe and squirm orgiasmically on the spits as they cooked over real heating elements got her juicy again. Time to reach for the old vibe.

A quick scan of the other tapes, even the butchering one -which didn’t upset her like she thought it was going to do- showed them all to be practical, no emotion, how-to stuff involving cooking women. There was a sheet in the case with Internet addresses for forums and web sites that dealt with the subject, too. Check those out later.

On the whole, she decided, the how-to stuff was actually interesting and exciting. Apparently, Julia wanted her to do a piece on cooking women just like one of her exotic cooking spots. Well, this form of cooking was certainly exotic! It looked like her surmise was correct. Julia wanted an entertainment piece on cooking and eating women, apparently for the women in the cannibal community. Interesting. There were a lot more folks into girl flesh than she’d ever thought possible, to make it worth the money Julia was spending, let alone what these other tapes cost.

She sniffed at that thought. The how-to tapes were okay, but each of them had the air of an amateur project. Her work was always first class and professional. Well, if that’s what the lady wanted, she was going to get it.

Suiting action to thought, she called the number on Julia’s card. “Julia,” she said after the greetings, “I understand what you’re looking for and I’ll do it. When do we start?”

“Shara will pick you up,” Julia replied. “You’ll start by interviewing a lady named Lorna Paten, there in Miami. She’s agreed to the project and the both of you will be spending a few days at her place.” The unspoken statement was that someone was going to be cooked during her visit, and she was on hand to do the commentary. Well, she mentally steeled herself, if that’s what it was, that’s what it was. Could she face the fact when it happened? Only time was going to tell. Nothing forced, though. That was murder and she wasn’t about to be a party to it. Don’t bring that subject up right now.

“Oh, and another thing,” Julia’s voice held a smile, “Lorna’s place is a mandatory clothing free zone at her own decree, so you needn’t pack heavy. Just a few personal items will hold you.”

Looking down at her own complete nudity, Sammi figured she could deal with that. Especially since it was all girls involved. “No problem,” she said. “I’ll be looking for Shara.” After she straightened up the place, hid the evidence and put on some clothes.

“She’ll be there right after lunch,” Julia promised, then signed off.

Well, Sammi thought, off to the next step.

Shara, this time, was far more relaxed and friendly. Sammi decided it was probably her real personality. The two chattered together as they took Sammi’s overnight bag down to the car. “Do you know what we’re doing? Silly question” Sammi countered herself. “Of course you do. I guess the real question is: Have you ever cooked a girl for real?”

Shara, guiding the car expertly through Miami traffic, got a thoughtful look on her face. “Oh, not personally, but I’ve been to a few really decadent parties in town where a girl was served as the main course. Let me tell you, they were wild!”

Shara glanced at the conflicted expression on Sammi’s face. “You want to as me how they tasted.”

Sammi took a deep breath and let it out. “Yes.”

Shara smiled dreamily. “Heavenly. Nothing else like it, believe me. At first, I was disgusted, like anyone would be, I guess. After my first bite, I was hooked. Watching a girl cook is a really intense sexual experience, too. While they were cooking, I grabbed the guy I was with and went off in the back and fucked like a mink.”

Given her own reactions, Sammi could well believe it. Then another thought struck her. “When we get to Ms. Paten’s… Lorna’s… place, is she going to expect me to eat someone?” The thought did strange things to her stomach.

Shara shrugged. “Not if you’re violently opposed. I’ve met Lorna. She’s a real nice lady… also hard as nails when she has to be… but nice. She doesn’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want. You don’t even have to undress in her apartment - you just can’t come in it. Any girl she cooks is a volunteer, too.”

Sammi’s mouth gaped. “WHY would anyone in their right mind volunteer for a thing like that?!”

Shara grinned. “Don’t ask me. Maybe a personality quirk, or maybe you hit the nail on the head. They aren’t in their right mind. I just know it happens. In fact, it’s illegal in the U. S. unless the woman gives some kind of permission. Most of the girls cooked in Miami are from Central or South America. Folks down there sell them to buyers here because of overpopulation, poverty, whatever, and they need the money. The girls come willingly enough, and they seem to know what’s going to happen.”

“That’s horrible!” Sammi gasped, then paused. Most of those places down south were hellholes, she knew. People down there were sacrificing one of their own so the rest could survive. Who was she to judge? Still, the thought left her queasy.

“I don’t know,” Shara said casually, “but Lorna agrees with you, if it means anything. She won’t buy a girl. There’s enough nut cases in this town that when she wants meat for the cooler, someone always turns up. The girls move in with her and enjoy life until it’s their turn, then Lorna and her two live-in assistants, Jess and Miki, try to make the cooking as sexually intense for the woman as they can. That’s what I’ve heard, and she’s pretty well known for it in the community. That is, unless you really get her pissed at you. Then all bets are off.”

Sammi opened her mouth to protest she couldn’t see how being cooked could be a sexual experience, then stopped, remembering her own reactions to the tapes. She lost herself in thought until Shara parked the car and announced they were at the Aldyke Agency, Lorna’s modeling agency. Well, Sammi told herself, time to shake off the deep thoughts and become a reporter.

Before they went up to Lorna’s office, Shara showed her a little device. “Secret camera for our first meeting?”

Sammi shook her head firmly. “No! I don’t work that way. We’ll get plenty of tape, but only after she gives permission. I’m here to do a cooking piece, not some kind of investigative report, and that’s the deal I signed up for.

“Got it?”

Shara nodded. “You’re the boss. Let’s go meet Lorna.”

Lorna was not what she’d expected.

From Shara’s slightly awed description, Sammi was expecting a nice looking, somewhat statuesque woman in her mid thirties with an underlying hard cast to her expression. Instead, Lorna was short, upper twenties, spectacularly built but just not quite plump, and a sweet, open round face. She was dressed in a light, low cut summer dress with spaghetti straps and her whole persona just invited cuddling. Just not a hard-bitten literally woman eating businesswoman, at all. Well, maybe not, Sammi reflected, after they’d gotten into the discussion.

“Juli has told me about your project, Sammi,” Lorna said. Such two basically cheerful people as Lorna and Sammi couldn’t help but be on a first name basis moments after they met. Shara, on the other hand, pretty much just sat there and looked her all-American girl best as Sammi took over the conversation. After all, she was the camera, Sammi was the face. Sammi could do the talking. “I have no problems with you staying with me for a few days. I’d appreciate it, though, if we could hold the camera work until you have a feel for us and how we live. After you tell me you’re ready, I’ll release you to start shooting.”

Sammi nodded. “That seems more than fair.”

Lorna thought for a moment. “Maria is staying with us at the moment, currently the only girl in the pantry. I think we’ll probably need to prepare her in a few days, so that ought to give you enough time to figure out what shots you want, possibly do an interview. That might be interesting.”

Sammi gulped. “P-p-prepare her? Cook her, you mean?”

Lorna nodded with a slightly bittersweet smile. “That’s exactly what I mean. It’s her wish, and we’re more than happy to accommodate it. That’s what this is all about, Sammi. Ready for it?”

Sammi squirmed on her chair for a moment, trying to get her mind around the idea of actually cooking a girl like they did in the real tapes, the how-to ones. Not only that, but to be there while it actually happened! Was she ready for that?

Unbidden, another question popped up, but she felt uncomfortable asking Lorna in front of the pragmatically cannibalistic Shara. Lorna saw the question in her eyes and unerringly guessed the reason for her discomfort. “Shara,” she said, “Jess will be your escort this afternoon to get the two of you settled in, could you go over to her office and meet with her? Let her know what you’ll need in the way of camera angles and such? We’ll be glad to move things around to suit your needs, but I think you ought to talk to her.”

Shara nodded. If she knew she was being gotten rid of, it didn’t show. “Glad to,” she said pleasantly.

After Shara left, Lorna turned back to Sammi. “Okay, honey, it’s all right. I know what you want to ask, and it doesn’t bother me. Go ahead.”

Sammi gulped again, and nodded silent thanks for Lorna’s consideration. “Lorna, how do these girls DO it? WHY, for heaven’s sake? Want to be made into a meal? That’s crazy!”

Lorna nodded calmly. “Exactly right, and that’s what I think, too. But they don’t think that way. It continues to amaze me how the meat fantasy grabs some women. It just seems to take a certain mentality and completely overwhelm it. In a way, I’m glad, because I truly enjoy the meat, but there’s a lot of other aspects, too. Most of them are definitely sexual, because we make it into a really intense sexual experience. A lot of them tell me they’ve had every other experience - common here in Miami - know they’re going to die some day, and decide they want to control how and when and go out with the biggest bang ever… the ultimate fuck is the term they use, almost universally.

“Personally,” Lorna said thoughtfully, “I think a certain type of woman has sort of a predilection towards that form of ultimate sacrifice in their unconscious. They discover the fantasy and it takes hold of them until they have to make it real.”

Unbidden Sammi’s session on the couch, pretending she was on a platter while she watched one of the cooking porno tapes, jumped into her mind, along with the thrill and excitement that fantasy generated. With a slight shudder, she drove it back down. Never, never, never let that impulse get control of her, or she’d end up on a spit like so many others. Have to fight that tendency - keep it under control.

Unbidden, another question popped out. “How could you do that?!”

Lorna’s smile this time was ironic. “Cook another woman? You’re naked, she’s naked, and the only difference is she’s the one tied down for spitting? Not only that, but you’re the one doing the spitting. I told you there was a very intense sexual element. Part of it is the tension and the undeniable thrill of knowing that it could be you instead of her. It almost was me, a couple of times, even though I don’t have that mentality; I’m a survivor. But, like a lot of other women, I’m addicted to the tension as well as the meat. There’s a thrill to seeing it happen to someone just like you, but knowing it isn’t you. Furthermore, you’re the one in control. It’s so sexually stimulating, it’s almost overwhelming. Believe me, every woman that watches a spitting and roasting wants sex urgently.”

Thinking about what Shara said in the car, and her own feelings, Sammi began to get a dim understanding of the strange underground world she was entering. Entering? She was in it! She just had to fight her own subconscious to stay alive and leave it!

If she wanted to, a little voice told her.

Lorna continued gently, “Sammi, the only way you can handle the experience of cooking another woman is to stop thinking of them as women the minute you begin preparing them. They’re just meat from that point on, or you’ll go nuts.”

Lorna looked at her intently. “Oh, it doesn’t bother most women, or men, that way, but I can tell you’re just like me. Jess and Miki don’t have problems, and they’re both nice women, but I do, and I think you do, too. You relate to people as persons like I do. You just can’t think of her as Marie when it comes her time in the kitchen, even if you’ve had her as a sex partner. Remember, honey, she’s in my larder because she wants to be, I have to deal with that, and you will too.

“Believe me, Sammi, you’ll have the same competing urges that I do,” Lorna said. “Sex , the danger tension, and appetite balance seeing her as a person. What tips the scales is she’s fulfilling her own desire. Just don’t think of her as a person when she gets into the kitchen and you’ll be all right.”

Sammi sat back in her chair and thought hard for a moment, then sighed. “Don’t know if I can do it, but I think I need to find out. Let’s get on with it.”

Lorna came around the desk, leaned over and kissed Sammi gently on the cheek. “Okay, if that’s what you want, but come to me if you have a problem.”

Sammi looked her in the eyes and nodded, seeing the warmth and support from another woman she so wanted. She took a deep breath, then let her eyes drop and realized she was inches away from a very plush, and very stimulating, bosom in a very low cut summer dress, with cleavage that looked to be a mile deep. She looked up again and grinned, “Any restrictions on when I can join you for a chat?” Her tone was cheeky.

Lorna giggled. “How about tonight after dinner? I think I’ll be in the mood for a chat about then.”

Sammi giggled back. “Sounds like a plan.”

Jess rode with them to a colorful three story apartment building in South Beach, done in the area’s trendy art deco style. Lorna and her assemblage, it seemed, had the whole top floor and a rather large patio area to themselves. “Nothing overlooks it, either,” Jess said. “Total privacy so we never have to dress once we’re up there. We can even have the occasional open air cookout when we want and there’s nobody that can see us.”

“Neat!” Shara said. “Meat roasted over an open fire! I really love that taste.”

Sammi, for her part, gulped again, thinking of just who that meat might be. When her imagination got a little too colorfully detailed, she started to feel that tingling between her thighs and resolutely drove the mental pictures back down again. Hefting her overnight bag with determination, she followed Jess and the camera equipment laden Shara into the building’s elevator. “Friends have the other apartments,” Jess commented once they were in the elevator. “Lorna let’s them have places at lower than standard rents to maintain our privacy.”

Sammi nodded her head, admiring the arrangement as they exited the elevator on the top floor and she got a good look at the open deck surrounding two sides of Lorna’s spacious suite. There was a small pool, a hot tub, and - gulp, again - a large barbecue pit, obviously well used. Well, she reminded herself, she came here expressly to see it happen and do a cooking piece. Inside or outside didn’t matter.

Just inside the front door… gulp, again.

Jess waved a hand towards doorways on either side of the short front hall. “These are the dressing rooms. That’s the guest room.” It had empty clothes racks and several dressing tables, obviously for makeup.

“The other one is ours,” she continued. The clothes racks in that room were full, otherwise the layout was the same. “Go ahead and strip, then I’ll show you your bedrooms.”

Smacked in the face with it, Sammi was forcibly reminded that Lorna’s place was officially clothing free. Gulp, again. She was beginning to feel like a goldfish.

Shara casually strolled into the dressing (undressing?) room and began to strip. With a good bit less nonchalance, Sammi went in to do the same. Before Sammi was finished, a very nude Shara was up and hanging her clothing on one of the racks. Sammi took a second to study the girl, and was impressed. Her slim, curvy body was flawless, rounded, but firm and curved in all the right places, with everything in proportion. Bigger breasts than she had, too.

When Shara turned around, a nervously nude Sammi was standing and gathering her clothes, telling herself it was no worse than the girls’ shower room in high school. “Hey,” Shara said, “let’s look at you.”

She studied the uncomfortable Sammi for a moment, nodding approvingly. “You must work out pretty regularly. You’re in really good shape, girl. I wish my belly was that firm.”

She leaned over and spoke softly to Sammi. “Look, I know it’s your first time in a group like this, so I’m going to do you a favor. I’ll tell you how they’ll think of you, even if they don’t say it. It’s called a meat evaluation, and once you get past the idea, it’ll never bother you again. You’ll be used to it, hell, you’ll be DOING it when you see another woman. So come over to the mirror with me, and we’ll get the whole thing out of the way.

“First,” Shara continued, standing next to Sammi as they both faced the mirror, her hands resting gently on Sammi’s shoulders, “your overall shape is excellent, toned and very firm. That means your meat is nicely textured, by the way, if not as tender as a softer girl. Your upper arms are also firm, so they’d make good grilling, likewise your calves. Your belly isn’t quite fleshy enough for the best cut, but your pubic mound is nicely plump. That area, along with your pussy, is called the ‘prime filet’. It’s the really choice cut on any woman, and a girl with a big meaty pussy is prized. Your hips and thighs are a little bigger than the upper half of you, but that’s good because they have the best meat. The choicest cuts after the pussy are the inner thighs and buttocks. Those are really tender on just about any woman, and your ass is a bit big, which is good. A really succulent roast.”

Gee, thanks, Sammi thought. Looking dubiously in the mirror, Sammi cupped her firm and pert breasts, nicely shaped, if not Shara’s size. “What about these?”

Shara waved dismissively. “Those are mostly fat and glands, although yours look like they have a higher percentage of flesh than mine. They mostly get made into desserts, stuffing, stews, things like that. They look like they’d be really fun to play with, though.”

Sammi ignored Shara’s compliments for the moment, although the underlying statement that the girl DID want to play with then was obvious. Who knew? Maybe she would. For a moment, Sammi studied both their pussies. Shara’s was fashionably trimmed to a small patch of fur, just as her own was. Didn’t meat girls have bare pussies because nobody liked hair in their food? That brought an embarrassed giggle. Shara was right. How she looked to these woman-eating broads was right out in the open and she could deal with it out in the open. She realized she actually felt better.

She hugged Shara. “Thanks, girlfriend, that did make me feel better.”

“I knew it would,” Shara said with a friendly grin. “Now let’s go see how everyone else looks.”

“Okay,” Sammi said as Shara began to walk out of the dressing room. “I’ll be right out. Just want to do something.”

After Shara had left, Sammi took a guilty look around the room, sort of ensuring nobody was there to watch, then turned around and examined her bottom over her shoulder. ‘A bit big’, huh? Just right for a roast. At least she was smoothly fleshed back there. No cellulite. Well, her ass did turn guys on… and girls, too… She’d been banged in it often enough. Toys and the real thing, depending on gender involved. And enjoyed it, too. She wondered how it would affect Lorna and her two assistants.

And let’s not leave out the girl in the pantry, by no means.

She found out how it would affect the girl in the pantry a few moments later. Maria was standing just inside the entrance to the huge living area as she tentatively left the dressing room.

A dark haired whirlwind about five feet two or so grabbed her in an enormous hug. “Oh, you must be Sammi!” said a voice in a distinct Italian accent. “You look MARVELOUS!”

Maria pushed her back and held a slightly stunned Sammi at arm’s length. “Here, let me look at you! You’re so worth looking at! And you! You study me, also! Look well at my body! I’m proud of it!”

Sammi did look, and the view was interesting. From the waist up, Maria looked like a woman with a hundred and thirty pound frame carrying about ten extra pounds. Her breasts were as firm and perky as Sammi’s, if slightly smaller. Below the waist on the other hand, Maria was firm and smooth fleshed, but her hips and legs were those of a woman of about a hundred and sixty or seventy pounds. Big, to put it bluntly. Real big. Not fat or flabby, but big.

Maria let go of Sammi and struck a sensuous pose, her hands on her hips. “The front looks good, yes? Check out the nice pussy.” Her mound was as plump and round as the rest of her lower body, also hairless. Maria was obviously rated as meat. “The little hair patch? It’s better gone!” She brushed the back of a hand across her mound as though brushing off imaginary hair.

“Ah,” the explosive little brunette continued, “but check out the best part!” With that, she spun around and proudly displayed a deep, meaty pair of buttocks of a size with the rest of the downstairs package. She wiggled her hips to set the plump mounds wobbling. “Hey, honey, these things are really going to feed everyone right. Plenty of good meat in my ass, let me tell you! Let’s see yours.”

Now into the spirit of Maria’s headlong charge, Sammi grinned and turned around, looking back over her shoulder at the small woman. She shimmied her own bottom, following Maria’s example, producing a few jiggles. She was a bit too tight to wobble, she thought thankfully. Maria made a great show of studying Sammi’s rump, then pronounced. “Excellent. That is an excellent ass. Not in MY class, of course, but excellent, none the less.”

Jess hugged Sammi around the shoulder with an arm. “Welcome to our screwy little home. Now that you’ve met the menu, let’s see the rest of the place. Oh, and grab your bag. We’ll take it to your room first.” Followed by a happily chattering Maria, they headed off for Sammi’s bedroom. Shara was already in hers, stowing her gear.

During the trip, Sammi found herself unobtrusively studying Jess, just like the other women evaluated each other. Jess was a big blonde, meaty and full figured, but nicely proportioned. She reminded Sammi of some of the long term motorcycle girls she’d met, with her weathered good looks. Sammi later on found out that her guess was right on the money. According to Jess, she and Miki both used to ride with the boys whenever they could. They were both former porn actresses, too, hired and given a new life by Lorna as executives in her modeling agency. Hm, possibly a story there. Anyhow, with all the mileage, Jess’s body still looked pretty damned good.

In the back of her mind, with her new cannibalistic outlook, she also had to admit it looked… appetizing.

As the tour of the large and impressive multi-roomed suite progressed, Sammi noticed another thing. Jess and Maria were as free with each other’s naked bodies as two long term lovers. Oh, there was a lot of touching, all around. Jess and Maria were both physical people. So was she, come to that. She enjoyed touching and contact. Still, it was just a little unsettling the first time Jess casually reached over and grabbed a full (very full) handful of Maria’s big butt and shook the cheek, illustrating some comment about tender meat. Maria seemed not to mind, either. In fact, judging from the continual flow of words, she considered it a compliment.

Same thing a few moments later when Maria, just as casually, reached over and stroked Sammi’s pubis and thighs as she made some remark about “having an interview” later. Sammi shied slightly from reaction, but found herself enjoying it. There was something very liberating and refreshing about such openness and not having to worry about any conventions. Sammi began to understand why Lorna kept her place clothing free and sexually open.

When Lorna came home with Miki, Sammi was given an opportunity to freshly evaluate her hostess with her new outlook. Miki was just as fleshy and curvy as Jess, albeit dark haired, but the two women were otherwise very much alike. Natural, given they came from the same background. Lorna, on the other hand, was exuberantly curved and just as soft and cuddly as she appeared in the sundress that turned out to be her only item of apparel. Sammi figured that it would take two of her own breasts to make one of Lorna’s, and the rest of her curvy hourglass figure was built in proportion, even though she was not much taller than Maria. One look at that body and Sammi was really enthusiastic about that “little chat” Lorna promised her after dinner.

It had been a long drought without either a boy or girl friend, and Sammi was getting really horny with all this bare female flesh bouncing around. Even Shara’s cover girl figure wasn’t intimidating, just not as appetizing as - say - Maria’s.

Given the good spirits in the huge apartment, dinner was fun. Jess proved to be an artist in the kitchen (Sammi flushed slightly at this thought. Maria had gone into great detail about the various equipment specially designed for cooking women.), and her meal was excellent. it was some type of grilled medallions of meat over pasta. Sammi’s first bite of the meat was fabulous! She chewed for a moment, enjoying the exquisite flavor, then asked. “Oh, Jess, this meat is marvelous! What is it?”

Jess grinned. “Thanks. That’s calf.”

“Veal?”

“No, calf. Alicia’s. She had great calves, I will agree.”

Sammi turned green for a moment and fought down her rising gorge. She’d done it! She’d eaten her first bite of another woman! Maria, sitting next to her, leaned over and patted her shoulder tenderly. “Oh, there, there, Sammi. Don’t be so upset, the rest of Alicia was just as good, and she knew she would be. Just know that my flavor will be even better.”

That statement wasn’t exactly calculated to settle Sammi’s nausea, but she took hold of herself and firmly commanded her stomach to obey. She was here to do a story about cooking women, so it was logical she was going to have to eat some of the meat. May as well start now. Besides, the flavor really was exquisite.

Deliberately, she forced herself to take another bite, then another. Watching with a softly amused expression, Lorna told her, “Relax, Sammi. Now that you’ve joined the club, you may as well enjoy it. More fun than the alternative.”

Sammi settled down. Lorna was right. She could either enjoy a fabulous meal in great - and nicely shaped - company, or reject everything she was being offered and be miserable. Screw it! After that, she proceeded to have a good time.

The “little chat” with Lorna that night lived up to its promise, too.

Relaxed, a little tired and quite sated, thank you, Sammi was enjoying some very good coffee and a spectacularly beautiful morning from a lounge chair on Lorna’s deck. It wasn’t exactly nude sunbathing, she thought, since she wasn’t really out there to catch rays, just have a moment’s peace.

Lorna had been up early and, after another “little chat” with Sammi involving two sets of busy hands and two very active tongues, along with assorted portions of the female anatomy, had declared that the rest of the week was going to be a vacation, just as soon as she could get some things settled at the office. Throwing on one of her habitual print sun dresses over bare skin and donning a pair of high heeled slippers, she had gone into town to do just that, leaving Sammi to relax and consider how she was going to do her story.

Sammi, for her part, was considering just that problem. Her trademark approach to a story was perky, cheery and humorous. Just how did one be perky, cheery and humorous about cooking and eating another woman? There had to be a way, once one accepted the fact that the woman being cooked was, in effect, a different type of meat. It was just that she had to get her mind around the problem. Of course, the projected audience was already in the mindset, and supposed to be women. They were either planning to become the dinner at some future point, or eat it. That tended to remove some of her inhibitions about doing her normal story. Possibly the best way to begin was with Maria. Lorna had actually taken the time to chat with her last night and again this morning, and most of her own qualms were pretty well gone. Lorna had also given her permission to interview Maria and begin planning a video story on her cooking. Hm, maybe Maria, given her attitude and exuberant personality, would give her the lead she needed. She decided to go in and get her little tape recorder and begin the process of getting her thoughts together.

She was in the process of recording random thoughts - the way she always began a piece - when she noticed someone else on the patio. It turned out to be Shara. “How’re you doing this morning?” the girl asked cheerily.

Sammi shut off the recorder and stretched, sensuously. “Nice, very nice and relaxed.” Looking closely at Shara, she grinned and added, “You look both tired and satisfied to me.”

Shara plopped down on another lounge chair and put her coffee on a nearby table. “Bingo. While you were occupied with Lorna - and everybody told me she’s the best fuck in the whole place - I ended up with the other three. Jess and Miki know a few tricks I’ve never herd of and Maria’s just as energetic in bed as she is walking around here. It was a hell of an experience, let me tell you. Wait until you get the chance to try it.”

Sammi nodded with another grin. Shara indicated the recorder. “Making notes? Or planning your script?”

“Both” Sammi answered. “I like to get my thoughts out, then organize them before I start shooting. How is this place set up for camera work?”

Shara sipped at her coffee. “No problem. I’ll be able to get good angles in the kitchen, when we’re ready for that. What else do you want?”

Sammi thought for a moment. “Well, I want to do an interview with Maria for starters. I guess we’ll have to see what else comes.”

“You use that recorder pretty regularly, don’t you?” Shara asked.

Sammi nodded . “When I’m working, it’s my brain. I just have to figure out how to keep it with me when I don’t have a purse or pockets. I can’t think of a place to stuff it.” When Sammi saw Shara’s expression, she growled, forestalling the girl’s next remark. “Don’t say it. Besides, it’d get all messy in there.”

Controlling her evil humor with an obvious will, Shara said, “Okay, actually suggestion: I’ll be wearing a little bag with a few lenses to test camera angles. Want me to carry your recorder, too?”

Sammi nodded. That was very helpful.

Then Shara got that evil expression again. “Now for another thought,” Shara continued. “Will you be trying some of the devices?”

Sammi was flabbergasted. “Me? That stuff’s just for cooking, isn’t it?”

Shara shook her head. “Nope. All of it can be used in role playing. There’s even a special two part hypermagnetic spit they can put in you that won’t hurt you, but you get to rotate over the heat You end up a little delirious, sweaty, and with the juiciest pussy you’ve ever had. The cook gets to nibble on it, and the orgasms are out of this world.”

“You talk like you’ve done it,” Sammi said.

“I have,” Shara grinned. “Plenty of times. It’s fantastic.”

Sammi had no doubts about how fantastic it would be for her, given her own reaction to the entire subject. The only question was… would it be TOO fantastic? Would that start her on the slippery slope she was so trying to avoid? Think about it, girl. After all, you’ve always said you’d try anything, at least once.

The matter was tabled as Maria came out to join them. It amused Sammi to see that Maria, true to her Italian origin, was carrying a small cup of coffee. It might be small, Sammi knew, but it would be strong enough to cut with a knife. She’d tried Italian espresso once in Brindisi, and was on a buzz for hours afterwards. No thanks. Good old American blend for her.

“So!” Maria exploded. “You are awake! This is very good. You wish to know all about me before they cook me in a few days, right? We can start right after I have my coffee. Do not fear, Sammi. I will be your guide all the way. This morning, we will start with getting cleaned out inside - an enema, you call it. You will take one with me.”

Sammi started to protest that she hadn’t had one of the things since childhood, and didn’t need one now, but got swept aside by the Italian Whirlwind. “No! I insist! you will be trying some of the kitchen toys with me, and it is only polite that you be nice and clean when you do so. No arguments! Now, finish your coffee and we will begin. Shara, you will get your camera and record the whole process.”

Sammi was wondering how they’d gotten past the fact that she had yet to agree to try the “kitchen toys” as she found herself ushered into a tiled alcove off the toilet stalls in the huge shower room. It was a strange arrangement, actually. Besides the alcove, there were two stalls with doors for privacy, but the shower - a large one with several heads like a gym - opened directly into the area. The alcove had two curved small metal pipes about six inches long sticking out of the wall at below waist height. Each pipe had a foot pedal below it and a button nearby on the wall. The arrangement made Sammi suspicious.

Maria grabbed Sammi’s shoulders and spun her to face away from her. “As I said,” Maria commented, “you have an excellent ass. But we must see…” She grabbed Sammi’s buttocks and spread them swiftly but gently. Sammi was too surprised to resist or clench her cheeks. “Ah! As I suspected. You are too tight. We must use a small sheath.”

“Bu-u-u-u, what?!”

“Quiet!” Maria ordered. “I will take care to fit you so the experience is pleasurable. You need not be stretched, as I must be. I am to be stuffed, of course. They will put the spit in my so tasty pussy, simply because they wish to roast my succulent buttocks to perfection.”

Even to Sammi, her next question sounded like an inane straight line. “Why do you need to be stretched in the bottom?”

Maria shot her a smile over her shoulder while she got something off a nearby shelf. “Where do you think Jess will put the stuffing?”

“Oh.”

Sammi was handed what looked like a slender plastic hollow penis. “That is the sheath,” Maria explained. “Slide it over one of the fixtures, then make sure you grease it well. You will be pushing your bottom down over it.

“For myself,” Maria continued, waving a thicker duplicate of the penis in Sammi’s hand, “I prefer a much thicker one. Once you have yours greased, I will grease up the inside of your little bottom hole, then you will do mine.

“Now, to the wall,” Maria commanded.

Bent over, Maria’s greasy finger working around up her ass, Sammi noticed a grinning Shara taping the whole process. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she shot at the blonde in aggrieved tones.

“Yep.”

As she pushed her bottom onto the penis sheathed wall fixture, Sammi was pleased to note that it slid in with no problems. Not that she’d ever minded being done in the ass, but ease and smoothness helped. Not like a guy, she decided as her cheeks engulfed the entire sheath and her buttocks compressed on the cool tile. More like some of the strap-ons the girls had used. When she followed Maria’s instructions and depressed the foot pedal, she could feel the rapid spurts of water shooting up into her bowels. Quite pleasant and stimulating. Quite stimulating. It was tingle time in the pussy again. When they were both full, Maria told her to push the button that ejected the sheath and hold it in place until she could get to a stall, which they both did, waddling rapidly as they held the sheaths in place as plugs.

The shower afterwards held another twist. Maria produced two long handled, floppy, soft plastic sponge brushes. “These are to finish cleaning us out inside. I will push one up your butt and clean you out then you will do me.”

The sensation of the brush head moving back and forth inside her set Sammi to squirming and her pussy to really juicing. The simulated butt-fuck she next gave Maria, accompanied by suitable wriggles and sound effects, really got Sammi revved up. Grinning at Sammi, Maria said, “There’s a reason that padded bench over there is so wide, Sammi. Shara, turn off the camera for a while. Sammi and I will be busy.”

Feeling ultra-clean, inside and out, Sammi went back to the patio to conduct her interview with Maria. She was pretty well certain of how she wanted to guide it, so she assumed her on camera persona. “Maria, that enema routine was awesome!” she commented with a big smile. “Do you enjoy one of those every day?”

“Of course!” Maria replied. “As I said, it is only polite to do so, especially since I am on the menu. I feel it is my responsibility to be prepared whenever Lorna and the girls decide to cook me. A woman must look and be at her best when such a momentous occasion occurs.”

Sammi nodded. She already realized this was vintage Maria. Great for the story. “Speaking of that, when did you decide you wanted to become a meal?” No comments about “normal”, not to this Italian fireball. Given Maria’s personality, she was absolutely certain the decision was Maria’s and Maria’s alone. Sammi just didn’t feel Maria fit the usual profile for a meat volunteer, whatever that was.

“In Italy,” Maria responded in a somewhat less ebullient fashion, “the fantasy of eating women is much more prevalent and near the surface than here. I had had many bad affairs with men, so I tried women, for a while. They all wanted to sympathize with me, as though my very poor love life was my fault, and I became angry with all women. I started going to the restaurants that served girl flesh as a revenge, and found I loved the taste. The first cooked pussy I ate was truly heavenly.

“I came to America last year, when the international show for womaneating was here in Miami. I loved the city so much I decided to settle here.” International show for womaneating, Sammi thought? Boy, there was another story!

Maria was continuing. “I met Lorna at the show, but I liked her as a friend then. My life here was much like Italy. I was not happy with the men I met and the women all wanted to sympathize.

“I need no one’s sympathy,” Maria stated with a stern expression. “I am who I am and I live my life. For a while, I was a guest here at some of Lorna’s barbecues. I liked the way she treated the women she was going to cook, so, when I made up my mind that was what I wanted to do, I contacted her.”

Maria stroked her large thighs and hips with a self-satisfied expression. “This so-big body of mine, they love it. I realize now I was built for what I want to do. Once they cook me, they will not need to cook another girl for quite a while. Lorna can have one of her big barbecues and still have meat left over for a week or more. I am ideal, and I love the idea.”

Well, Sammi decided, that was one outlook on the matter.

Later on, Sammi got more of Maria’s outlook and a chance to record more tape. Jess told her, “You and Shara come on and bring your camera. Maria wants us to do a little role playing this afternoon, and she wants it recorded. So do Miki and I, for that matter. Maria’s exciting.”

As Sammi and the now camera equipped Shara neared the kitchen, they could hear a loud series of muffled squeals and protests. Maria? It sounded like she wanted to escape or something. That certainly wasn’t like everything she’d said up until now.

It was Maria all right. She was standing next to the cooking island, wearing a minimal teddy, cut so most of her cheeks, pubis, and hips were exposed. She was in high heels with a sort of scarf gag and bound in approved S&M style, with plenty of turns of nylon cord taking the place of wrist and ankle cuffs. She was also squirming and making piteous noises at her horribly unrelenting cooks. The cooks, Jess and Miki, were relaxed and grinning when they weren’t sidling up to Maria to taunt her with what they intended to do with her bound and helpless body.

“She loves this,” Miki explained. “Her favorite fantasy is to be kidnapped, threatened and spitted. It’s all sort of a game, but it’s nice for a little variation and it really gets Maria excited.”

Oh. Sammi settled down while Shara enthusiastically recorded every squeal and wiggle.

Sammi was reminded that Jess and Miki were actresses, albeit porn actresses, as they ominously and threateningly undid the straps and crotch snap of the teddy and slid it down over Maria’s big legs. They were playing their part to the hilt.

Even Sammi got involved when it came time to cover Maria with oil, both for effect and to protect her from too much heat. Needless to say, hand-smearing the oil all over Maria’s soft, curvy form was a lot of fun for all concerned. Jess even let her oil up Maria’s cunt and bottom hole, where Sammi, ever concerned to protect Maria from excess heat, got the oil in about as far as she could stretch with her index and second fingers.

Jess and Miki placed Maria face down on a large mobile kitchen cart, slipped off her shoes, and wheeled her out to the patio. Not to Sammi’s surprise, the barbecue pit outside already had lit coals glowing nicely. The heat didn’t seem too bad, and Sammi reminded herself the idea was role playing, not actually cooking Maria. Not much heat needed for that.

Once outside, they transferred the bound woman to the cook table on her back with her head off one end so she could tilt it back, needful to properly align the spit. Maria obligingly pulled her legs back to her shoulders to reveal her pussy and bottom hole, her actions at odds with her continued squeals and apparent struggles. The posture also brought her hips and thighs into real prominence

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making the meat even more mouthwatering as it framed Maria’s beautiful cunt.

Giving Maria’s “prime filet” a quick and intensive study, Sammi noted her pussy was very meaty and nicely shaped. Large, too, like the rest of her lower half. She wondered what it tasted like and found herself hoping she’d get a sample.

She caught herself at that last thought. Boy, now she really was thinking like a woman eating cannibal! Oh, to hell with it. This was fun.

As Jess carefully dabbed small portions of another oil on Maria’s pussy and bottom hole, Miki explained. “That’s a nerve stimulant. It’ll really get her going when we insert the bottom half of the spit then begin basting her cunt.”

Sammi saw the reason for Maria’s butt widening when Jess gently inserted the bottom half of a two part spit up the woman’s ass. When Miki had the front half in Maria’s mouth, Jess twisted the base of the spit and Maria went rigid, as though the metal shaft was actually run completely through her body. “Hypermagnetic spit,” Miki told her. “We place the ends and a super focused magnetic field locks both ends in place. Holds the girl rigid, too, like she was really spitted, but it’s harmless as long as you don’t leave her on there too long or do it more than once or twice a day. That’s about as much as any woman can take, actually. Don’t you just love scientific advances?”

“It’s safe?” Sammi asked. She was sure of it, given how everyone was behaving, but wanted the reassurance anyway.

Miki nodded. “Yep. We’ve all been on it more than once, even Lorna. It’s a hell of a ride. Once the spit is mounted on the rotisserie and starts moving, there’s a tingler in the bottom part. Sends you right skyward.

“We don’t even use solid spits much anymore,” Miki continued. “This one doesn’t hurt the girl or cause internal bleeding, so she stays alive on the spit longer. More wiggles before heat stroke gets her, and that’s what really does the deed anyhow. Oh… excuse me. I’ve got to help Jess get Maria on the fire.”

Sammi saw Maria now had her ankles tied to the spit. Hm. Evidently anal spitting caused a woman to throw her hips slightly forward. That meant her legs were somewhat splayed and bent. An ideal posture for a contentious cook to baste the roast’s pussy on a regular basis. Sammi began to see the attractions to this form of role play. Maybe she would try it.

That resolve hardened as she watched Maria rotate over the glowing coals, her body squirming and occasionally convulsing in orgasm as Jess or Miki drew the oily basting brush over her cunt. Sammi had never seen a girl roast on a spit in real life, and she found the sight exciting and enchanting. Maria was so beautiful! Her oily body reflected the glow of the coals as she turned , highlighting her exuberant curves. Since the front half of the spit was only in her mouth, she was able to make noise, and - Boy! - she sure made them. Squeals, moans and everything in between. Sammi’s cunt was no longer just tingling, it was throbbing and sopping wet.

She wasn’t alone, either. Jess and Miki were both absently stroking themselves. Beside her, Shara put the camera down. “Taping has been put on hold for a moment,” the girl said huskily. “Let’s help each other out.” Her hand found Sammi’s cunt as fast as Sammi’s hand found her cunt. Neither took their eyes off Maria, but that didn’t keep their fingers from having eyes of their own.

A few minutes and one explosive orgasm later, Sammi watches as Maria was brought down and put on a big platter on the nearby picnic table. To her surprise, Sammi was offered the chance to nibble Maria’s sopping wet, clenching pussy. “Your turn,” Jess said. “We’ve done it before.”

Sammi lost no time resting Maria’s big, soft, oily thighs on her shoulders and diving into the appetizing meal set before her, accompanied by the writhing woman’s constant and loud moans. She finished up with Maria nearly passed out, a face sloppy with oil and girl juice, and intense desire to get on the coals as soon as she could.

“Can you get me on that thing before the coals go out?” she asked. No problem.

No sooner said than done. As soon as Sammi wiped her face clean, Jess and Miki, trailed closely by a grinning Shara wielding her camera, were ready to bind and oil up their latest tasty morsel. By this time, Lorna was back, spectacularly nude and ready to join in the fun. In short order, Sammi found herself being rubbed down by a multitude of oily hands, inside and out. It was an exciting experience, as though she needed any more exciting, worked up as she already was. Noting her condition, a grinning Lorna provided Sammi with her first pop off with two oily fingers in the girl’s cunt. Only took a moment.

Sammi had her arms bound behind her, hand to elbow, and she was ready for her first trip over the coals. They rested her on her back on the cook table, just like Maria, who, incidentally, was intently watching from the nearby hot tub where she was soothing her overexcited body. Sammi cocked her knees back as far as she could, just like she did for sex, but the shaft entering her body was going to be metal, this time. As it began to slowly sink into her anus, Sammi began to feel her excitement build, again. That thing was so far up her ass she felt like the tip was underneath her navel. She cocked her head back and opened her mouth for the front half, and felt her torso locked into rigidity as Jess turned on the power, then tied her legs down.

It was a strange feeling as the women lifted the pole through her (felt like it was through her, anyway) and carried her to rest on the rotisserie stands. As the rotation began, Sammi felt the heat traveling across every inch of her body. It was hot, but bearable. Sort of like a really hot day in the sun. Jess had the tingler going, and Sammi felt her gut clench as the next orgasm hit, followed by another as the brush trailed gently along the length of her clitoris. She was cooking, really cooking! All of the hidden fantasies in the dark basement of her mind exploded into her consciousness, surfacing, then submerging in wave after wave of sensation. She knew she was squealing, almost screaming, but didn’t care. She could visualize herself as she roasted, and the picture did as much as the brush to bring on the next orgasm. The rigid pole held her in place as her body wriggled and squirmed, fighting the rigidity and finding only more excitement in the restraint. As she got even more delirious, she could hear her own screams getting louder, and imagined she could smell the heavenly scent of herself cooking.

Sammi was on cloud nine when they took her off and Lorna got between her legs for a little snack, but well aware of the sensations brought on by that busy tongue. More squirming and squealing. Again, like Maria, Sammi squealed herself hoarse and collapsed like a limp rag after her last explosion. The attending women joked about having to pour her into the hot tub. Once she revived a little, the other current occupant, Maria, smothered her in kisses and caresses, declaring Sammi’s performance the best show she’d ever seen. She also declared Sammi her personal property for the night. Limp and exhausted, Sammi was mildly apprehensive at the thought, as enticing as it otherwise would have been.

The next day, Sammi was enjoying a quiet moment on the living room couch, curled up with a magazine and trying to recover from an exhausting day and night. Lorna strolled in and settled herself next to her. “Hi,” she said.

Sammi was still a bit unaccustomed to constant nudity, let alone Lorna’s mouthwateringly plush figure, but she certainly enjoyed the benefits of such nice scenery. Her eyes took a moment to enjoy the view as she answered, “Morning, Lorna.”

Lorna was quite aware of her effect on Sammi - as well as most other people with eyes - and enjoyed the fact. She dimpled for a moment. “I’ve been looking for you,” she said softly. “There are a couple of things we need to talk about.”

Sammi felt a rush of mild discomfort. Words like those usually meant bad news. “About what?”

Lorna smiled again to help dispel Sammi’s obvious worry. “Relax, it’s just that I want to let you know we’re going to be cooking Maria tomorrow. Think you can handle that?”

Sammi thought hard for a moment. It was crunch time. She’d gotten to know and like the woman, as well enjoy her as a sex partner. Could she now cook and eat her? After all, it was Maria’s wish and she never made any bones about it. She even worked the idea into her sex play last night. And wasn’t that a wild “cannibal feast”?

Sammi took a deep breath. “Yes, I think I’m ready to handle it. Even do a show about it. I know Maria wants me to.”

Lorna nodded. “Okay, I understand. I even feel the way you do about her . After all, Maria’s very likable and she’s been here for several weeks. Remember, you have to change your mindset once she gets into the kitchen for real. If you discover you need any help or don’t want to participate, that’s okay, too. I’ll be there.”

Sammi nodded solemnly. “That makes me feel better. Still, I think I should be there. Go through it with her. Eat what’s prepared. I owe her that.”

Lorna nodded again with satisfaction. “You’ll be okay, honey, the really good ones feel that way.

“And that brings up another point… Sammi, you’ve got to watch yourself. I like you, or I wouldn’t be telling you that.”

Sammi was puzzled. “Watch myself? How?”

Lorna reached over and held Sammi’s hand, looking deep into her eyes. “Honey, I was watching you on the spit yesterday, and you got off way more than a normal girl would do. We all saw that. That tells me something.”

Sammi didn’t speak. She was too worried and puzzled. Lorna gave her a sad little smile and shook her head. “Sammi, you get hung up on being cooked far too easily. In slang terms, you’re well on the way to being a ‘spit muffin’, a girl just looking for a spit to hop on. I get them up here all the time. You don’t need to let that happen to you.”

Sammi was really worried, now. All her hidden fancies came tumbling back to haunt her. “You’re telling me I’m dangerous to myself, aren’t you?”

Lorna looked serious. “Yes and no. Actually, as long as you get off on role play and don’t let the urge take you any farther, I think you’ll be okay. I don’t see you as wanting to die, you know. You just get off on the thrill of being the meat. I just want you to know the inclination is there so you will be aware of it. If you know you have the tendency, you can control it. I think you’ve got enough character to handle your fantasies and keep them just fantasies. Just burn them up with some role playing when they get a little hard to handle.”

Sammi thought hard for a moment. “Yeah, I see what you’re saying. And that spit muffin thing is there, all right. I didn’t realize what was happening the first time I fantasized, or even when I was turning on the spit yesterday.”

She reached over and hugged Lorna. “I think I can control myself, and thanks for telling me.”

She leaned back to look Lorna in the eyes. “If I ever decide to surrender, can I come to you? I know you and Jess and Miki will treat me right.”

Lorna nodded, her eyes bright, then a mischievous grin slid over her face. Sammi suddenly realized Lorna’s hands were no longer holding her tenderly. Instead, they were stroking her sensitive nipples. “You are way too solemn, girl,” Lorna said. “You need a change of subject. Want to come back to my room and see about changing the subject?”

Sammi certainly did. The subject changed even more when Lorna’s strap-on made one of its rare appearances. In the limp afterglow of several orgasms - via several different methods and orifices- Sammi reflected that it was hard to be solemn with a good friend, especially a good friend that naked and collapsed over the back of your naked body. Especially a good friend that was naked and collapsed over the back of your naked body and wearing a harness that held a long plastic prick that was currently at least eight inches up your ass. Sammi decided to return the favor, whenever they got their energy back.

Whenever.

Sammi had Shara ready to record for the big event next day. She was well into her screen persona for the initial part, the meat examination. After a day’s mental preparation, and final acceptance of the fact they were going to be cooking Maria for real, Sammi was comfortable with doing the taping. Come to that, she was looking forward to the excitement of the cooking and what promised to be, with Jess’s skill and Maria’s wonderful meat, a marvelous dinner. Thrills and sex were extra.

“When cooking a girl,” Sammi began for the camera, “it’s important to know the best cuts. Let me show you on our tasty little roast, here.” She indicated a smiling Maria standing next to her.

With the last few days constant physical intimacy, she was comfortable being nude in front of the camera and fondling another nude woman’s body. “The cutlets from above her hips,” she continued, squeezing the plump flesh on Maria, “are usually excellent. On Maria, they are quite fleshy and tender. Her hips, themselves, would make choice portions. On the other hand, Maria’s prime filet is a gourmand’s dream.”

Sammi squeezed Maria’s pubic mound to illustrate the plentiful tender flesh it contained. “Show us the rest, Maria.”

Maria turned around, bent over and spread her legs to show her pussy. Sammi drifted her fingers across the fleshy outer lips. “This particular cunt will be a meal in itself, there’s so much good meat, here. Tastes great, too, and I speak from personal experience.” Sammi gave a cheeky grin, then finished. “The really tender portions on the inner thighs are superb, too. Thanks, Maria.”

Maria straightened back up and remained facing away from the camera, her legs together and body relaxed. The posture showed the smooth roundness of her big buttocks to best advantage. Sammi lifted one slightly with two fingers. “One of these would feed a whole family with a really tender roast or steaks. The nice thing about today’s meal, of course, is that she has two of them.”

She ran a finger deep between the mounds of meat to the little anus. “There’s enough depth there a girl could get lost in it, ladies.” She spread her fingers to spread the cheeks and show Maria’s anus. “Ready for stuffing, too, as soon as I put in the butt plug to help keep her open.” Sammi calmly inserted a flexible plastic but plug up Maria’s ass, then released her cheeks to flop back together.

“Off hand,” Sammi finished her segment with another cheeky grin, “I think she’s ready for the cooks. I think we ought to be getting along to see what’s going to happen in the kitchen. Sorta gives a new meaning to packing a girl’s butt.”

That meaning was illustrated a few moments later, when Maria was placed on her belly on the cook island, a rolled cushion under her hips to give Jess free access to her bottom hole.. Jess removed the plug, spread her large cheeks with one hand, then began pushing handfuls of stuffing up her ass with the other. Every so often, she’d stop and, using a thick dowel, push the stuffing already in place further up inside her. Maria, for her part, accompanied all of this with squirms and moans Sammi, and everyone else, found quite exciting.

Once Maria was stuffed, her hands were tied across her back and she spread her legs. Everyone, even Shara, joined in coating the plump woman’s lush curves with seasoned oil. Sammi again enjoyed coating the inside of Maria’s cunt, but she wasn’t the only woman to help apply lubricant to Maria’s (very) juicy parts. Miki slid the bottom half of the spit well into Maria’s pussy, to the accompaniment of further wriggles and sound effects. Once her legs were tied to the spit, the front half of the spit in Maria’s mouth and the power turned on, she began to squirm in a fashion Sammi knew quite well from her own experience.

Jess and Miki lifted the ends of the spit and carried it over to the kitchen rotisserie, where Jess turned on the power and Maria slowly began to cook. Sammi thought the plump Italian woman was a sculptor’s dream as she squirmed and rotated in the heat, gasping and moaning around the end of the spit.

“We won’t cook her entirely,” Lorna explained softly to Sammi. “Mostly, we just precook her on the spit. A whole woman takes a long time, and has to be carefully done, because they tend to cook unevenly. After she’d gone, we’ll take her down and take the parts we want to eat tonight and save the rest in the cooler. Maria was right. She’s going to be feeding us for some time to come.”

Maria could feel the heat start to build, but it wasn’t yet uncomfortable. She knew she was going to pass out well before it became truly unbearable, and then heat stroke would take her. She didn’t care. She was living - once and for the final time - her fantasy, the one for which she’d been preparing herself for months. The rigid poles in her body and the restraining fields held her in position to cook, and the restraint was as exciting as any part of the whole experience. This was it! This was her ultimate fuck and she was going to savor every part of it. She only hoped she’d stay conscious long enough to smell her body beginning to cook. A constant string of orgasm was running through a cycle of building, exploding deep in her gut, then building again. She really wasn’t aware of her surroundings, beyond the pole, the heat, and the smooth tingle of the basting brush on her slowly reddening flesh. Involuntarily, she began to squeal, then truly scream, as each blast of sensation made her body convulse around the spit. Conscious thought fought to the surface for a moment, and she found herself thinking Sammi was going to get the best meal of her life.

Sammi found herself thinking the same thing. She was actually watching a woman cook. All of her perky repartee was forgotten as she stared entranced at Maria’s beautiful, rotating body cooking, perspiration and oil dripping off it like juices to hiss on the heating coils. She’d seen the scenes in the tapes and the live action of the role play, but this was real! Most overpowering of all, she could catch the faint scent of Maria’s flesh starting to cook. The aroma was heavenly. Sammi didn’t even have to check, because the evidence was too apparent. She was so worked up, her cunt was dripping, and she didn’t care. She had to watch this until Maria was gone, then she and Lorna were going to engage in passionate sex right in the living room.

Soon enough, Sammi found herself pumping her hips on the living room carpet with Lorna on her back and nine inches of plastic prong up her ass. She knew she wasn’t the only one feeling overwhelmingly randy because of Maria’s roasting. Miki was lying so close besides her that their bodies were touching while Jess plowed her rear. Shara was probably filming all of this while she waited her turn impatiently. Sammi resolved, during the odd moment of coherent thought, to apply the same treatment to the girl. She looked like she need a good fuck, and Sammi was the girl to give her one.

Later on, dinner - as Sammi expected - was heavenly. To her surprise, Lorna sectioned Maria’s prime filet and gave all of them a small portion. Sammi’s was presented on a delicious and flavorful steak from Maria’s buttock. The steak was exquisite, but the portion of Maria’s pussy was a gourmet’s delight like she’d never tasted before in her life. She could only wish for more.

That night, Sammi shared Lorna’s bed, enjoying a session of long, warm, gentle sex that left her totally enervated and completely relaxed. “You came through that pretty well, Sammi,” Lorna said across a pillow. “No problems?”

Sammi shook her head. “None. She was Maria, but she was meat, too. I never felt like I wanted to take her place. I just wanted to taste her, and she was better than I could have ever imagined.” Sammi let her hand absently caress one of Lorna’s large soft breasts, enjoying the afterglow of sex.

Lorna grinned. “You’re not going to get a rise out of me yet, but keep that up.

“I have a question to ask you, Sammi,” Lorna continued, “and I want you to think very carefully about your answer. Your life could depend on it.”

Sammi froze at that, all languor gone and her hand frozen, idiotically, on Lorna’s nipple. “What?” she said nervously.

Lorna smiled serenely. “Oh, honey, it’s not quite that bad. Just relax and listen. Just play with my tit and hear what I have to say.

“You’ve probably never heard of the Society of Lilith, Sammi. It’s an underground power organization for women that can make you very rich. All I have, I owe to the Society. Jess and Miki are quite well to do because they also belong. It’s easy to be accepted as a candidate. All you have to do is be recommended by a full member, such as me. The hard part is attaining full membership, because the Society has four meetings a year where the president judges the candidates, and picks from one to four of them to cook. The odds aren’t that bad, honey, because there are plenty of candidates and usually a volunteer or two, but the chance is there. It’s the chance you take for wealth and power. The trick is you have to control that spit muffin urge you have, because we cook volunteers before we choose from the candidates, and we cook four girls at each Quarterly Beach Festival.

“Now,” Lorna took a deep breath, “I think you have what it takes to be a good member, Sammi, but you have to know what you’re getting yourself into, because there’s no going back once you’re a candidate. You either become a member or meat. You can say no, and there’s no hard feelings as long as you keep your mouth shut, which I trust you to do.”

Lorna looked deeply into her eyes. “There’s your options, Sammi, and I want you to think before you answer. Do you want to become a member of the Society of Lilith?”

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Thanks, Vader. I hope you enjoy part 2 as much!

Leo

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Glad you like both parts, Vader.

Leo

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You know me better than that. I like my characters and take care of them. However, I’m glad I raised the tension level in the story. Means it worked. :-* Leo