Lilith 09: Samantha's Seduction Part 2 by Leo

Samantha’s Seduction, Part 2

by Leo

As she left her new bedroom and slipped a terry cloth robe around her nude body and wooden high heeled beach clogs on her bare feet, Samantha found herself in complete agreement with what had happened over the last month. Plenty of changes, she thought, and all of them good. Grabbing a book and her keys, she left her apartment and headed for the private elevator to Lorna’s place on the top floor. She was comfortable with her near nudity, since the entry ways to all the apartments in this building were totally private. Although the front door to her place opened onto her patio, not into a private hall, everything was screened. The elevators opened only to special keys and the stairs were also guarded by very special security gates. Nobody was coming in or going out without Lorna’s approval, and that was the way Sammi liked it.

On the ride up to Lorna’s apartment on the next floor, Sammi thought again about everything that had happened. The tape about roasting Maria, once she’d edited it and read in her voice-overs, had garnered her both a very nice fee and an almost-as-nice bonus, good enough that she was able to take good long leave of absence from her job. Lorna was letting her have her new apartment at a ridiculously low rent, especially for its size. Not only that, she had free access to Lorna’s place and was a regular at meals.

That last was very important, because Lorna always had some really superb girl meat on the menu. Sammi had never thought she’d ever want to eat a woman, much less enjoy doing it, but it gave her some really special feelings. There was something exciting - and threatening - about cooking one. Deep down, there was always the feeling that it could be you, and that always gave Sammi a thrill, like she was just on the edge of danger. That sense of danger during role play cooking on the double spits, the grill, or the other devices always gave her a gut wrenching orgasm when she was the “meal”, and left her sexually charged for the rest of the evening.

The feeling of danger, of loving the vulnerability, was the deep down demon she had to battle. Lorna told her she was capable of becoming a real spit muffin, a girl that let her urges overcome her rationality to the point she actually wanted to be cooked, something she had to struggle against. In a moment’s self examination, she looked inside herself and knew the weakness was there, but it wasn’t overpowering. She didn’t mind cooking another woman, loved the taste, and really popped her cork in role play, but she didn’t want to go the whole way herself.

Yet, a little voice said. She stomped on the voice hard.

Things got a good bit different after she’d left the elevator and entered Lorna’s apartment. Nude after leaving her robe in the guest dressing room, she found herself face to face with a real spit muffin. Uh, yep. A real naked spit muffin, shaved and presumably swabbed out inside for the grill. Randi, by name.

Randi had one of those perfect curvy round bodies that were packed into bikinis everywhere on South Beach, but with just a little extra, here and there. The girl had a cute face, although close examination would reveal Randi would never pass an examination as a brain surgeon… or plumber, for that matter. Any reasonable period of contact also tended to reinforce the notion that the lights were on, but nobody was home. Randi was a temporary resident at Lorna’s, earmarked as a delicious meal in the not too distant future, and totally unconcerned about the fact. She was another of the ones Jess and Miki kept finding at the bars and clubs, burned out on anything else and ready to take on what she regarded as the Ultimate Thrill. Sammi figured she was nuts, and too damn dumb to know she was nuts.

The girl stopped her perfectly formed body just inside the entrance to the apartment’s huge living room, and waved a cheery hello to Sammi before wandering off on her own concerns. As Randi strolled off, the picture of nonchalant nudity, Sammi took a moment to study the girl’s beautifully formed round buttocks. They were smooth and jiggled in a truly sexually enticing manner as the girl walked, but Sammi was studying the girl with an eye towards her meat potential.

Sammi decided those buns were quite juicy and appetizing. Great steaks or roasts were coming from those buttocks. Of course, she noticed dismally, they were smaller than hers, but Randi was on the menu and she wasn’t. Actually, that was quite a cheerful thought.

Sure, she had a little bigger ass and thighs than her upper body would suggest, but she was in perfectly toned shape. She kept that way through regular Pilates and yoga sessions, too. Actually, it was kind of a kick to do exercises in the nude instead of her old sweaty leotard. There were a lot of guys - and girls - that would love to have tapes of those sessions, she told herself happily.

Whistling a merry little tune, Sammi took her book out to a lounge chair next to the pool on Lorna’s patio, pleasantly intending a little all-over tanning session. There was a good bit of money in the bank, nothing in particular to do today, and Jess had promised they were going to do a really special treatment for that blonde’s thigh in the cooler tonight. The day looked good.

“Mind if I join you, Sammi?” The voice was Randi’s.

Sammi waved her hand expansively. “Sure, Randi, come on ahead.”

Then she looked at the girl and realized she was carrying a low stool with a thick dowel jutting up from the center of its seat “Thanks,” the girl said. Sammi had seen her do this before, but the dowel was both thicker and longer than any Sammi had ever seen Randi attempt.

“Are you sure you’re up to that thing, Randi?” Sammi asked. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable sitting on a telephone pole.”

“Just doing my loosening up exercises,” she told Sammi with air of someone discussing the weather. “I gotta keep working on getting more relaxed in the butt if I want to be ready.” Calmly, Randi placed the stool on the patio, then, squatting slightly, she proceeded to settle her bottom over the dowel. With an air of concentration and effort, she winced and slowly worked her way down the greased dowel until the shaft totally disappeared up her ass, with her buttocks spread softly on the wooden seat of the stool.

Sammi took a deep breath, then shook her head. The girl was nuts, all right! “Sure,” she answered, “knock yourself out.”

Sammi was deep into her book and Randi was deep into whatever thoughts occasionally passed through her head when the phone rang. Noting the look of concerned distress on Randi’s face, Sammi grinned and said, “Don’t bother to get up. I’ll take it.”

It was Lorna. “Oh, hi, Sammi,” Lorna said. “I was hoping I’d catch you here. Carol just called me and she’s invited us down to her place for a couple of days. She’s got something special. Seems she’s got two girls she wants to cook on the same spit and thought we’d enjoy being in on the action. Julia called me, too, and wants you to do another tape, since Carol wants to do something special. Care to take a trip and make some money?”

Sammi was hearing Randi call from the patio. She ignored it and kept her attention on the conversation. “Okay. Sure, I can do another tape. Won’t be a problem, especially if she pays as well as the last one. Besides, this might be something I want to see in any case.”

Another subject presented itself. “Uh, Carol’s the Society of Lilith cook, isn’t she?”

Lorna’s voice was soft. “Yes, and I know you still haven’t made a decision, but that won’t matter right now. This will be a special session and all Julia wants you to do is another tape. You need to think about candidate membership hard, though. Time’s coming when you have to say yes or no.”

“Yeah, Lorna, I know. I’ll give you a decision real soon. I just have to get a few things straight in my mind.” The voice from the patio was getting louder and more urgent.

“Okay, honey,” Lorna said. “Anyhow, we can talk more after dinner tonight.”

Sammi grinned at that. Talking was usually the least of what the women in the apartment did after dinner. The voice was really strident now, with the edge of panic. “Sure… uh, Lorna? I have to run.” Sigh. “I think I have to get Randi off a pole.”

It was a splendid dinner. After some wine, lowered lights and soft conversation, Sammi and Lorna adjourned to Lorna’s bedroom. Sometimes Sammi wondered why she even had a bed in her own apartment, since she woke up most mornings with Lorna.

Later, a little sweaty and very satisfied, they broke apart and rolled on their backs, hips pressed close together as they both enjoyed the afterglow of sex. “I’ve been doing a lot of heavy thinking, Lorna” Sammi said. “You’re the Society of Lilith president, so you choose the girls that get cooked, don’t you?”

Lorna nodded. “And how will I react when I see you in the line of candidates for the choosing? That’s what you want to ask, honey. Isn’t it?”

Sammi nodded silently. Lorna raised up on her elbow to look her straight in the eye. “It’s a complete change of personality, Sammi. I don’t see you or any other girl as someone I know or have had sex with, just as a body more or less suited for the feast that afternoon. I’ve made it my practice since I was made president to judge every girl as fairly as I can. I won’t guarantee you a pass, because that wouldn’t be right to the rest of the candidates. What I can tell you is that you’ll have the same chance as everyone else. I may choose you for the spit, or I may choose another girl, but the choice will be as unbiased as I can make it. That’s all I promise, but it’s my promise. Given what the Society can do for your future, that’s your gamble, but the game will be an even one. Answer your question?”

Sammi nodded again. “Yes. If it’s a fair chance for everyone, that’s all a girl can ask for, I guess.

“Lorna,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I think I want to try. I’m ready for candidate membership.”

It was Lorna’s turn to nod silently. “Okay, Sammi, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. We’ll be leaving for the island from Carol’s place. It may sound silly to wish you the best of chances, knowing I’m the one that has to make the choice of who goes on the spit, but I do. I wish you the best of chances.”

The long and tender kiss that followed led, in the way such things will, to other activities.

The trip down to Carol’s private island in the Keys was a long day’s ride. The minivan wasn’t really crowded with six women in it, but there was always something going on with that many female passengers in a confined space. Lorna, drove, alternating with Jess and Miki. Shara was in the middle, with either Jess or Miki as a seat mate. Sammi shared the very back seat with Randi, and that was actually the way she wanted it. The girl, dressed only in an oversized T shirt, was immersed in whatever music she was getting from her little disk player, surfacing only to change batteries from time to time. That gave Sammi plenty of time to herself to think about what she had done, and what she was going to do.

She’d thought about it, she told herself, and the danger was worth the reward. There was never any real gain unless there was an equal level of risk. In this case, she was betting her life against the possibility of complete financial security.

Yeah, the little voice in the back of her mind said, and you’ll be rooting for them to pick you to cook, spitmuffin. She told the little voice to shut up, but the question always hung in the air. Was she taking the risk of candidate membership in the Society because she secretly wanted to end up on a spit and this was an acceptable excuse?

No, she told the little voice. She was a mature women, taking a mature chance for a great prize. Sure. Uh huh. Now to see what happens.

Changing her mental track by main force, she began to wonder about the two girls Carol was going to cook. Worth thinking about. After all, she was going to do a show about them. Something new. Two girls on the same spit. Ought to be interesting (read: sexually exciting) viewing, both for her and her audience.

There was another thing, too. These girls weren’t any kind of volunteers. They were felons, killers, sentenced to die. Carol was a licensed executioner, and the law allowed her to do what she wanted with the condemned. Sammi wasn’t sure how she’d be able to handle watching a struggling girl spitted, even if they deserved to die, but the rest of the women in the van didn’t seem concerned.

Glancing at Randi, Sammi sniffed. Nothing fazed that girl. She just hung around, being there placidly, until eventually someone told her to bend over and shoved a long pole up her cunt and out her mouth. Body, yes. Brains, no.

Still, Sammi found herself a little uncomfortable at the thought of the two women, now that she was examining what her next tape really entailed. She resolved to bail if things got too uncomfortable for her. She could sit it out someplace else.

But what about once she got to the Lilith Fest?, the little voice asked her. None of the women in the candidate line with her were willing roastees. They were all there for the same reason as she was, taking their chances for a shot at the big brass ring. A girl didn’t want to be cooked, she just played the odds, and if her luck wasn’t in on that day, the full members grabbed her, strapped her down on a spitting jig, and the next thing she knew, a thick ventilated carbon pole was working it’s way up her vagina.

Speaking of vaginas, hers was starting to tingle with the last thought! Sammi gulped at the idea of her body betraying her and becoming excited at the thought of being involuntarily spitted. Stop it, she told herself. You are not a spitmuffin!

Sammi had plenty to occupy her mind on the long trip.

Carol’s place proved to be a small private island in the Keys, probably no more than ten acres. It’s prime feature, visible only after crossing the long causeway guarded by several sets of electronic gates, was a huge classic Florida single story house, white wood with a tin roof, nearly square, a shaded and screened wraparound porch, and up about four feet off the sandy floor of the island on cinder block columns. Sammi noticed Carol and the other women visible when they drove up were wearing nothing more than clogs, necessary because of the ground cover surfacing the island away from the huge patio and pool area. Everyone was naked. Big surprise.

Carol’s sweet, oval face and curvaceously rounded figure were familiar to Sammi, who suddenly remembered her from that old beach TV series. Carol hadn’t headlined anything since, but was still high on the B list and garnered a good bit of attention when she was on a show. “Just go in the house and your room is third one on the right, back hall off the living room. You’ll be sharing it with Dana, when ever she gets here. She’s traveling with Vivian.”

Sammi had met Vivian during several of Lorna’s barbecues, since she was Lorna’s best friend and frequent lover. The two complimented each other, Sammi thought. Vivian was about the most voluptuous woman anyone could imagine, but totally lacking in flab. Actually, she was a larger version of Lorna. The two together nude were nearly overwhelming.

And mouthwatering, too, her little voice added. Shut up, she told the little voice.

Sammi was nude and bending over to put her things away when she heard a soprano voice comment in an admiring tone, “Wow! Now that’s a view!”

As she straightened up and turned to the doorway, the girl continued, “Wow, again! Woman, you are toned! I wish my middle was that tight. I’m Dana, by the way.”

She and Sammi shook hands. Sammi was totally unselfconscious in her own nudity, given the environment in Lorna’s place and the rest of the nudity here at Carol’s. She figured it would only be a moment before the girl removed her sleeveless collared blouse and short shorts and showed Sammi what she looked like.

Guess confirmed. Dana was only a moment stripping, revealing a very solid body with the proportions of a Greek goddess. She also had a hairless pussy, putting her in one of two categories. Sammi took a guess. “Candidate member?”

Dana nodded. “I guess we’re both wearing the ID.”

Sammi dimpled. “Well, I guess it’s kind of obvious, although there are a number of meat girls on the island, too.”

Dana nodded. “Vivian said there were. She told me Lorna and Brooke were both bringing one apiece. Carol has four here, and two assistants to help her cook, so they don’t count. Brooke had a candidate member with her, too. Maria, I think. Little girl, deep voice.”

“I resemble that remark,” came a voice in a deep, furry contralto. “Hi, guys. Looks like we’re the three musketeers for this little session.” Maria was short, trim and curvy, with very dark hair and big eyes. She also had a big smile and pleasant expression.

After introductions, Maria pointed to the couch in the room. “Mind if I move in with you guys and sleep there? Carol didn’t have a room for me that wasn’t already occupied by one of the meat girls. They’re all right to talk to or have sex with, but I feel kind of funny living with one, even for just two days.”

Remembering the Maria that had provided the meat for her first woman-eating experience, Sammi was momentarily uncomfortable. Maria picked up on it right away. “Hey,” she said, looking at Sammi’s expression, “I’m not planning any threesomes, unless you guys want to start one. Like, I don’t mean to invite myself in where I’m not wanted.”

Sammi reached over and hugged the short woman. “Oh, it’s not that. The first girl I ever had a meal from was named Maria. She was about your height and coloration, but a good forty or so pounds heavier.”

Sammi’s expression turned puckish. “And boy, did she taste great!”

“Mar-i-i-a,” Maria caroled, “I just ate a girl named Mar-i-i-a.”

Everyone laughed and the ice was totally broken.

When they emerged onto the patio Sammi looked around and decided there were naked women everywhere. Intellectually, she figured there had to be some sort of limit, but curvy bare bodies seemed to be packing the place. She never did tote up the whole number, but it was obvious who was who. Lorna, Carol, Brooke and Vivian were full Society members, and showed it not only in their trimmed little pubic fur patches, but by their alpha leader body language. The six or seven assorted meat girls, on the other hand, appeared comfortable, but there was an underlying air of nervousness whenever they were around the alphas, subconscious reaction to the presence of a predator. Jess, Miki, and Carol’s two assistants appeared to be there for the party, unconcerned with anything.

Shara was happily filming the whole gaggle. That portion, Sammi decided, would make a good lead once she did the voice -over. She noticed Shara had the little handbag on a strap she seemed to wear everywhere. She’d give her little tape recorder to Shara in a minute. The girl had carried it last time, and that system seemed to work. Fit right into the bag, too.

Sammi saw two girls, obviously meat girls from their lack of pubic hair and body language, wearing slim black plastic collars. A faux blonde and a brunette, both had slightly coarse features and were carrying a bit of extra weight. Putting two and two together as she saw the little controller strapped to Carol’s wrist, she decided they were tomorrow’s dinner. Those collars would allow the console wearer to restrict the movements and monitor the actions of the collar wearers. It was an electronic device to make it easy to control a girl that wasn’t coming to the kitchen of her own will.

Carefully appraising the pair, she decided that either one would make an excellent feast. The bottle blonde had a large, but very well shaped set of buttocks, complimented by plump thighs. Now that one was real material for steaks. It made Sammi want to toss the blonde on her stomach and begin oiling her ass up for the grill. She hoped she’d have a chance to squeeze the blonde’s meat before the girl got spitted. There was certainly a lot of squeezing and fondling going on all over the place, and nobody seemed to care. Randi certainly didn’t.

She noticed one appetizingly plump brunette with a variety of body piercings, to include a clit ring peeking out from her nicely rounded vulva. Sammi decided she was a wannabe party girl that flunked the physical. She certainly seemed frustrated and angry enough. After a glance, Maria explained. “That’s Brenda, our meat girl. Brooke says she’s going to take her to the Fest. Is that what Lorna’s going to do with yours?”

Sammi shrugged, realizing this was the first time she’d given it a thought. “Lorna said we were leaving straight from here, so I guess so. We haven’t had a chance to talk much about the schedule, yet. How are we going to get there?”

“The Society’s yacht docks back on the other side of the island,” Dana interjected. “We don’t even have to dress. Just get on and ride.”

Maria laughed. “Bikinis are required until we get out of sight of land, guys, then anything goes. Do anything you want with anyone who’ll agree, just like here. Fun, huh?”

Sammi had to agree, thinking about her roommate’s exciting figure. She turned to eye her again, and found Dana giving her the once over also. Dana winked and received a cheeky grin in return. “Anything?” Sammi asked.

“Agreed,” Dana replied. “Sounds like a plan.” She started massaging Sammi’s bottom, and enjoyed Sammi playing with her own ass in return.

“Hey,” Maria said pleasantly, “I see who I want to play with. You guys go on. I may not need that couch tonight. Bye.” With that, the diminutive brunette walked over and attached herself to Jess and Miki.

The afternoon rolled on through South Florida sun, the pool, a pleasant get-acquainted session between Sammi and Dana in their bedroom, a mixer before the meal, and a very nicely done leg of redhead for dinner. After dinner, Carol announced that the coals were right and anyone that wanted could ride the spits in role play. She brought out several implements, to include a type of spit Sammi hadn’t seen used before. It was a solid pole, with crossbars for the feet and a U-shaped projection tipped with vibrators at hip level. It didn’t take a genius to figure it was for two girls to ride. Obviously, they got on, fitted the vibrators up their cunts, then were tied facing each other.

To Sammi’s surprise, the first two on the spit were Lorna and Vivian. After the vibrators were inserted deeply into their cunts, they had their arms bound around each other and were tied together in other spots for support. The fact that the full body hug the two women were bound in pushed their hips and bountiful breasts together only served to get everyone’s attention. Watching the two plush women squirm, wriggle their buttocks and moan in orgasm between kisses really got Sammi juicy.

Shara appeared to notice. “You look like you’re getting hot for the spit again, Sammi,” Shara whispered. “Maybe you ought to take a ride.”

“I believe I will,” Sammi muttered, her body beginning to react to the arousing situation.

Dana’s testing finger was no surprise. It was obvious how much she was turned on, the way she was licking her lips and squirming in her own right. “Go inside and finish this?” Dana asked.

Sammi shook her head. “No. I want to ride a spit. Solo. You can have my pussy when I get off.”

Dana nodded with a grin. She liked the taste of Sammi’s pussy.

Shara got busy with her camera. This was a scene she didn’t want to miss. Idly, she wondered how on earth Sammi would do a voice over for this scene. The woman was the picture of total arousal.

Sammi turned on her side on the cook table and drew her knees to her chest. That position would give Carol and her helpers the best access to her bottom hole. She wanted the bottom half of the spit up her butt so they could baste her cunt as she cooked.

She wanted this. Oh, how she wanted this.

As she felt the thick rounded tip of the shaft begin to work its way into her ass, she began to moan with pleasure. It felt so good. Eagerly, she positioned her mouth around the rounded front half of the spit and submissively allowed her legs to be tied off and her hands to be bound behind her.

Carol turned on the power to the hyper-magnetic spit and her body went rigid as though the two pieces of the spit were connected with a solid shaft. This was it! She was held on the rigid shaft like a butterfly on a pin, and she was loving it! She squirmed with pleasure, enjoying the feel of the stiff pole as they placed her over the coals, moaning, her mind dropping into another world. When Carol turned on the stimulator on the bottom half of the spit and set it turning, she went totally nuts. As she rotated, she could sense the heat on her body and felt herself beginning to cook. Her whole existence turned into a universe of screams, body movements and orgasms.

A few minutes later, they took her down and put her on her back on a platter with her hands tied around her ankles to hold her legs back and spread. Dana dived into her meal, and it was a whole different universe for Sammi. The mouth on her pussy drove her to even greater heights, proclaimed by her screams, body writhing under the touch of that knowing tongue.

In the bed later, Dana found herself with one of the most energetic and imaginative sex partners she’d ever had. Tongues, fingers and toys went everywhere and Dana responded to Sammi’s hyper charged sexuality, orgasming again and again, then returning the favor.

They both passed out from exhaustion about midnight or so.

The next morning, both awoke languidly, gradually coming awake, cuddling and stroking each other. “You were pretty hot last night,” Dana commented. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Does a role play spitting always do that to you?”

Sammi thought for a moment, softly caressing Dana’s belly. “That’s the hardest it’s ever hit me. Must be the circumstances. Here to roast those two girls, getting ready for the Fest, watching Lorna and Vivian turning on the spit. I guess it all just piled up.”

“Girl,” Dana commented, “you are really hot for it. Just be careful you don’t let this whole scene drive you over the line. I don’t want to lose the best partner I’ve ever had because she does something stupid like asking to have a spit run up her butt for dinner.”

Sammi wanted to change the subject. “Partner. Hm. We’re more than partners.”

“Lovers?”

“Yes, but I like guys best.”

“Me, too. How about close friends?”

“Best friends?”

“Yep. ‘Till death do us part.”

“Okay.” The two linked little fingers and shook them as a pledge. They were now officially best friends for life.

Said life got a little complicated a few minutes later when Lorna looked in on them. “Hey, break it up, you two, and out of the bed. Into the shower room. Morning enema and clean up, then out by the pool. We’re doing a meat evaluation before breakfast. The girls chosen for the spit will be fasting until prep time.”

Sammi looked at her in shock. It was like seeing a teddy bear turn into a grizzly in her face. “What? I thought we’ll be cooking those two from the prison!”

“Maybe,” Lorna said with a deadpan expression. “Everyone takes their chances this morning, though.”

Dana and Sammi shortly found themselves in a line of other naked women, including Maria, the meat girls, and the two from the prison, all headed for the enema and shower room. Needless to say, they were less than relaxed about the matter. “The only way to take this,” Dana muttered to Sammi and Maria, “is to just assume that the two collared girls will be chosen for dinner and keep cool. Besides, getting cleaned out isn’t bad. It’s actually fun, in a kinky way.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Maria muttered, shrugging her shoulders and looking uncomfortable. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Ever been banged in the butt?” Sammi asked wryly.

Maria grinned at her. “Get serious! I live with Brooke.” The other two nodded. Brooke was well known for her preference for a nice female ass.

“Well,” Sammi continued, “you won’t have any discomfort. Here.” She handed the short girl what looked like a relatively slender rubber penis.

Maria looked at it. “A plastic prick? This goes up my ass?”

Sammi nodded. “It’s a sheath for the enema nozzle. Just grease it up real well, and I’ll grease your bottom hole. It’ll slide right in.”

“Then what?”

Dana took over. She pointed at a line of women standing with their backs pressed against the far tiled wall. Each of them had a foot on a floor pedal and a look of concentration mixed with pleasure on their faces. They were also making some very interesting sounds. “See what they’re doing? Well, you fit that sheath over your nozzle and back your butt onto it until it’s completely up your ass, then press down on the foot pedal. That will squirt jets of water into you - the sensation’s really wild - until you’re full. See what she’s doing?”

One of the girls against the wall had taken her foot off the pedal, pressed a button on the wall to eject the sheath still buried up her ass, and was holding it in place as she waddled to a nearby toilet stall, holding the sheath in place as a plug. “Just do what she did. There’ll be a disposal for the sheath next to the john.”

“When you finish,” Sammi added, “we’ll meet you in the shower. The next thing you do is get a long flexible plastic brush - the head’s really soft - and you push it up one of our asses as far as it will go and swab whoever it is out. One of us will do you. After that, we’ll be clean.”

Maria stared at her in amazement. “You really do this?!”

Sammi nodded with a grin. “Every time I want to ride a spit. Now that we’re candidates, you’ll be doing it too, every time there’s a choosing. They want you good and clean if you end up being cooked.”

Dana agreed. “Kinky, like I said, but kind of fun. Come on, there’s three places open. We’ll all be together.”

Outside, sparkling clean inside and out, the three looked at the line of apprehensive girls starting to form next to the pool and the old nervousness came crawling back. “Well,” Dana said, resignation in her voice, “let’s go get this over with.”

“I’d just as soon not and say I did,” Maria cracked weakly, as she fell anxiously into position next to Sammi. Dana was the next one up. Maria leaned over and looked down the line of women, noticing Lorna and Carol at the far end, waiting to begin. “What do we do?”

“Nothing but stand there,” Dana said softly. “Just stand there unless they tell you to do something. Then do it and hope they like somebody else better.”

When Maria made a soft sound Sammi grabbed her hand gently and squeezed it for a moment. “Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll be okay.”

Sammi wasn’t really aware of what was going on further down the line. She was immersed in her own thoughts and worries, also realizing she was starting to get aroused again. The whole helpless feeling of being judged for meat was starting the old tingles, damn it. She sternly tried to concentrate on something else, anything else. Unfortunately, all she could see in her mind’s eye was the blonde’s butt, the one that was originally supposed to be cooked today. People talked about a bubble butt, Sammi thought cattily, but that girl had a balloon butt. Really, really nice balloons, too. Soft, round and smooth.

Her reverie was cut short when Lorna and Carol got to Dana. That meant the rest of the line had already been judged! How was she going to stack up? And Dana? She found she cared very much if Dana got the pick. She was a real friend. They connected on some deep level and Sammi discovered she didn’t want anything happening to her friend. Don’t choose her, she thought. Anyone. Just not her.

Both Lorna’s and Carol’s voices were calm and clinical as they assessed Dana’s meat content. “Good breasts,” Lorna remarked. “Dessert or a damn good stew, there. The hips and legs are good potential for steaks. Turn around, honey. Bend over and spread your legs. Let’s see the pussy.”

“Oh,” Carol commented, “nice one. Plenty of meat and good size. Straighten up, Dana, and legs together. Yep, a really outstanding butt, too. The meat over the hips is pretty tender, as well as… yes, the inner thighs are excellent texture.”

Then the two women were in front of her.

Lorna looked her over as though she’d never seen her before this moment. “Hm. She’s really well toned. The meat content ought to be low fat, but good texture.”

She ran her hands gently, but clinically, over Sammi’s upper arms, then gently down both sides of the girl’s torso. “Yes,” Lorna continued, “toned, with good texture. I wish I had a belly like she’s got. Upper arms would be good cook out material, and the flanks are nicely fleshed. Her hips are a little big for her figure, and there’s plenty of meat there. Let’s see your pussy, Sammi.”

Sammi turned, bent and spread. “Um-hm,” Carol commented, “nice lips. Not all that big, but a good gourmet cut. A bit damp, too.”

Sammi could feel an appraising finger trace the outline of her cunt flesh to just below her anus. “Yes,” Carol continued, “this one would definitely be a gourmet cut. Straighten up, Sammi.”

This time the appraising hands were squeezing her buttocks lightly. It made Sammi quiver for a second. There was no sexuality in the touch, just professional appraisal by a top quality chef. “These are a little large for her figure, but a match with the rest of the hips. Yes, she’d do nicely on a grill or a spit.”

Then it was over, and Sammi watched nervously as Lorna and Carol walked back to the center of the line to confront the group. It was funny, Sammi thought, trying hard to suppress the thrill involuntarily coursing through her. They were as naked as the rest and just as nicely fleshed as the girls in line, but an indefinable something made them the predators and the girls standing with her were the prey. Hell, Lorna would be a standout at any judging and Sammi wondered for a moment how Lorna had survived four of them at the Lilith Fests.

“Okay,” Lorna said without preamble. “Take this one first.” She was pointing to the collared blonde with the big butt.

Carol’s assistants, aided by Jess and Miki, grabbed the woman and quickly had her bound up in wrist and ankle cuffs with a ball gag in her mouth. Another motion, and the other collar wearer was just as efficiently restrained. “The rest of you can go to breakfast,” Lorna told the shaky group. “Sammi, I want to talk to you, Dana and Maria.”

Once she had the three somewhat limp girls gathered around her, Lorna softened both her voice and expression as she saw their relieved and worried faces. “Ladies, I did this deliberately. I want all of you to understand what’s going to be happening in a couple of days. When I judge candidates, I’m in a totally different mindset, and I’m looking at you as meat, not women I know. I told Sammi I try to be totally impartial, and I wanted you to understand what that meant. You can relax now. Nothing’s going to happen until the Fest except a good meal tonight and a fun boat ride.”

She favored the three with a dimpled grin. “Getting passed over in a choosing is a real thrill, too. Fires up the old sexual juices. Why don’t you three go and work it off? We’ll hold breakfast for you.”

The first group at breakfast was a little sparse for the crowd at Carol’s, since none of the meat girls or candidates was in attendance. Lorna grinned at Vivian as cries, moans and squeals from the bedrooms told where the missing women were and what they were doing. Lorna grinned again as she recognized the loudest voice as Sammi’s.

The menu was on the porch, securely seated on restraining stools with dowels up through the stool’s seat into their cunts and asses. A woman pegged through both apertures couldn’t move very much, especially when she was cuffed and gagged. Later the restrained meat would be given wine and allowed some pot to mellow them out. Meanwhile, the dowels would keep their pussies and asses open for the spitting and stuffing yet to come.

Belated breakfast was good. Sammi had never had bacon made from a girl before, and Dana assured her that was very uncommon. Only Carol and a few other top grade chefs knew the trick. A hard morning swimming and loafing filled the next part of the day, and finished leaching away the tension of the morning’s lineup. A mid afternoon lunch of breast stew, made into a base for a seafood medley through Carol’s artistry and the judicious use of soft shelled crabs and other shellfish, made the day truly excellent. Now, the main event waited. In a little while, they were going to begin preparation on the two girls that had been restrained on the stools all day.

Maria called to her from outside the house. Sammi emerged to find both of the proposed roasts on their backs on a heavy table set up out by the roasting pit, with their wrists cuffed to their ankles. As she watched, one of Carol’s assistants took a device like a grease gun and inserted it in the cunt of a meat girl, injecting a load of stuffing, then packing it tight with a dowel. Both of the meat girls were squirming and moaning as the stuffing process went on apace. Sammi immediately sought out Shara - taping the whole thing as always - and was handed her tape recorder from Shara’s little bag. After that, she made verbal notes while she watched Carol’s girls stuff the two women’s pussies. Obviously, they were going to be spitted through the ass.

Carol came over a few moments later and felt the slightly bulging abdomens of the girls. “Okay, they’re ready. Let’s get them on a spit.”

The position they were putting the two girls into was interesting and very non -standard. Now they were on their sides, with their knees and elbows tied together, forcing their butts into prominence. Then Carol’s assistants, with a little help from Miki and Jess, turned the girls bottom to bottom, but faced them in opposite directions. Sammi was intrigued enough to call Carol and Shara over for an on-camera interview.

“They’re friends, and wanted to be on the same spit,” Carol explained. “This posed a problem because I wanted their heads out of the direct heat, so the heads had to be on opposite ends. If I did that the normal way, one would have to be spitted through the mouth rather than ass or pussy, and that’s harder to do and not damage the girl internally. We experimented for a while, even looked at the two girl spitting in that Dolcett drawing, but that method didn’t really support the girls properly. Then we came up with this idea. We wouldn’t be able to do it without the hyper-magnetic spit.”

As Carol talked, spit extensions about eight inches long were being inserted into each girl’s ass. Then a connector was screwed between the two extensions and the girls were pushed together so that their buttocks were actually touching. “Wow!” Sammi said into the mike. “They must have… what? Ten inches or more up their asses?”

Carol nodded. “They can take it - we checked - and it has to be that long to give proper support, even with the magnetic field. Still, this way we can roast two girls on the same spit, and still keep them alive for quite a while without much pain or other problems. We’ll fully roast the blonde with the big juicy butt and keep the other one for the cooler after heat stroke gets her. This crowd’ll be enough to do justice to the blonde, and she has enough fat to cook up nice and tender.”

By now, the two girls were retied yet again, wrists to ankles in a classic folded roasting position. Their hair was tied up in buns, but there was no need to bind their large breasts so they wouldn’t flop. The way their arms were pressed inward by the position forced their breasts together, and out. Sammi was interested to note they were squirming their plump asses against each other. There ought to be more of that once the stimulators in the ass end of the spits got going. It looked like this was going to be quite a show. She licked her lips, anticipating the taste of a tender steak from one of the blonde’s big buttocks. She walked over and stroked the girl’s smooth soft ass, then squeezed a bun to test the meat. Yum!

It took Jess, Miki, and both of Carol’s assistants to move the spitted girls over to the rotisserie and get them settled without a disaster. Once they were on, Carol turned on the stimulators and started the spit turning over the hot coals. Even in their restricted position, both women could squirm their torsos and flex slightly. Soon enough, they began moaning and, eventually squealing with the sensations they were feeling. For her part, Sammi was entranced as she watched the two female roasts turn gracefully in the air above the heat. Every time one would convulse with orgasm or rub her butt slightly against the soft meat of her partner, Sammi would get a thrill between her legs. She knew she was going to be hot for sex before this one was over!

When the blonde moaned loudly again, Sammi felt a familiar soft hand at the base of her buttocks and a questing finger drive up deeply into her pussy. Sammi came up on her toes with a little squeal of her own and a surprised expression. The hand belonged to Dana. It took Sammi a second or so to recover, then, looking into the face of the girl standing next to her, she ran her own hand down Dana’s bare pubic mound and her index finger slid along the girl’s clitoris, then into her pussy. Yes, Dana was quite wet.

“We’ve got to keep meeting like this,” Dana quipped. “Want to go inside, or just use one of the couches?” There were already several pairs on the various pool lounge chairs.

“Let’s stay here until they’re gone,” Sammi said. “It’s the least we can do to show respect for them.” Sammi’s finger was stroking Dana.

Dana, whose finger was still deep inside Sammi, nodded knowingly. “The least we can do. Besides, they’re putting on a hell of a show.” Both spitted women were writhing wildly, as much as their position and the restricting spit would allow them, moaning and squealing as their skin slowly reddened from the heat. By now, they were both delirious from the heat and the sensations.

Sammi could begin to scent the heavenly smell of a roasting girl. She and Dana watched, still stroking each other inside and out, both noticing the roasting women’s pussies were wet from more than perspiration and basting oil. When the two roasts began to quiet, Dana broke free from Sammi’s finger and led her backwards with the one she still had imbedded in her girlfriend. “That’s enough,” Dana said shakily. “We need to get to a couch… now!”

Dana landed on her back on the lounge chair, releasing Sammi who twisted like an eel and landed on top, her mouth grabbing one of Dana’s bountiful tits and her hand diving for the juncture of the girl’s thighs. Both stayed busy for quite a while.

The boat ride from Carol’s to the Society of Lilith island was quite enjoyable. Sammi, despite being a world traveler, had never been on a luxury yacht before this, even one a little on the small side. It was only about 75 feet long, but plenty big enough to hold all the women from Carol’s place. They’d had to wear swimsuits on leaving the island until they got out on the open Caribbean waters away from land, but that was temporary. Once they were alone on the water, everyone, including the three girls that formed the crew, shucked down to bare skin.

Sammi found herself glad of the nudity. Not so much because it was sexual, not after so much skin running around, or even because it let her steadily growing cannibalistic side evaluate every woman’s meat. Fact was, it was just comfortable. The warm sunny weather was just right and the breeze across the bow was heavenly. If there wasn’t anybody on the menu, well that meant nobody was going to try to eat her, either. The Fest was tomorrow. Leave all worries until then. Right now, just enjoy the fabulous cruise.

For a while, she relaxed on the stern deck, sipping some excellent wine and engaged in friendly conversation with Lorna, how was again her mentor instead of a scary something else. “First thing tomorrow morning,” Lorna was explaining, “have your enema and begin fasting. You can drink wine, but sparingly. You need to be ready for the spit in case you’re chosen. That’s a rule for all candidates, and all the choosing is done on the first day. Once you get past the lineup, you can eat and drink as much as you want. Pressure’s off until the next Fest.”

Sammi nodded, realizing that talking about the choosing didn’t bring any tension, she was so relaxed. Hm. Maybe Lorna’s lineup had helped, after all. At least there was no worrying about the unknown. She put out a languid hand and stroked the bare flank of one of the passing girls, enjoying the luxury of total freedom. It was Miki, and Sammi was rewarded with a smile and a return caress on her shoulder. Right now, nobody was a predator, nobody was meat. They were all just relaxing and enjoying the ride.

After a while, Sammi and Lorna got up and headed for the main cabin and the luncheon buffet one of Carol’s assistants had laid out. Sammi craned her head and looked at the forward deck, finding it loaded with naked female bodies catching some sun. Interesting.

The cold cuts were from last night’s blonde, to Sammi’s enjoyment. She’d certainly enjoyed carving and eating a large slice of the blonde’s big ass the previous night. That woman not only had enough good meat to provide a hot dinner, there was enough leftovers for a light lunch, even with all the hungry female mouths to feed. The blonde’s partner was in the cooler below, ready to finish cooking for tonight’s meal on the island.

A soft hand squeezed her buttock, and Sammi turned from the buffet table to face Dana. Reaching over, she gave one of the larger woman’s generous and firm breasts an answering squeeze. “Hi, girl,” Sammi said cheerily. “What’s jiggling besides this?”

Dana laughed. “Just a nice day. Maria and I are going to lay out on the foredeck after lunch. Want to join us?” Sammi happily agreed.

On the foredeck after lunch, she let Maria cover her entire body with suntan lotion, then returned the favor, both of them enjoying the sensual experience. The lotion had a cooking oil base and included some herbs and spices - one of Carol’s secret recipes - but it did a pretty good job of protecting the wearer’s skin. Made them smell delicious as the sun warmed them, too, Sammi noted. The lotion was for candidates and meat girls. Glancing at her own bare pubis, Sammi acknowledged that she was in one category and could soon be in the other. They wanted her flesh to be firm, juicy and flavorful, if and when. Okay, if that’s the way it was, that’s the way it was.

She lay back and closed her eyes, determined to get a little tan. She wasn’t going to let tomorrow’s worries cloud today. She’d get through the choosing, and it wasn’t like she was going to do something stupid and volunteer for the spit. Was she?

Mid morning of the Fest was bright and beautiful, with the crystal clear blue of the Caribbean waves rolling gently onto the tan sand. Sammi was momentarily entranced at the view as she walked across the top of the dune with Dana and Maria. Maria saw something else. “Wow!,” Maria said. “Look at all the naked broads!”

Sammi had to agree with Maria’s somewhat crude comment. The beach stretched below them seemed full of bare women, not the first bit of cloth anywhere in sight, except for the beach towels or blankets that everyone seemed to have. At one site, there was already a beach volleyball game in progress, other groups were tossing frisbees, playing in the surf, or doing other beach things. Dana nudged her. “Look over there,” she said.

Sammi took one look. “Gulp,” she gulped.

Maria echoed her. “Gulp, again.”

To one side, there was a perfectly normal picnic area, with enough trestle tables to seat the whole beach population. Nearby were two large barbecue pits, with rotisseries already assembled. Next to the pits were two sawhorse-like spitting jigs and an automatic spitting machine already set up. The large tables next to the jigs with the cooking equipment needed no explanation. The whole thing was practical or ominous, Sammi thought, depending on if your pussy was hairless.

“Oh, there you are, girls,” Lorna said from behind them. The three spun guiltily like schoolgirls caught in some mischief.

Lorna favored all three with a friendly smile. Looking past them at the cooking setup, she knew what had caused their abrupt cessation of movement. “Don’t let that bother you right now. Nothing you can do about it, and the choosing won’t be for a few hours yet, so enjoy yourselves for a while. Play or get laid or whatever you want to do. Everyone’s here to have fun.

“Look,” she continued in practical tones, gathering all three in her arms and pulling them with her down towards the beach. “all you have to do is figure the odds. Counting you three, there are twenty candidates on the beach. We only cook four girls at each Fest, and two of the places are already taken by Randi and Brenda. Each of you only have a one and ten chance of getting picked, and those are pretty good odds. Better than a lot of us had, but we’re still here.

“Now you girls just go down on the beach, meet people, and have a good time. I’ll see you at the choosing.”

The three left Lorna with a slightly more carefree mindset, but Sammi had to suppress a dark little thought. Lorna would see them at the choosing, all right. She was the one going to be picking the meat. Relax, girl, she told herself. Don’t get excited until something happens.

Another thought. Lorna was reducing the odds against them, bringing in two girls that were already set for cooking. That meant two less candidates for the spit. Lorna, Sammi decided, was rally a pretty nice lady.

By unspoken consent the three began to stroll the beach, looking at what was happening and exchanging occasional comments with other women, especially other candidates. One girl, a husky blonde, got on Sammi’s nerves with her arrogance. This was her first Fest, but all of her conversation was “after I get full membership”. It also centered around what she’d do to her rivals when she got a chance, “after I get full membership.”

Sammi, basically a sunny personality, put the arrogant blonde out of her mind after they walked on. Hell, she decided, the blonde probably wasn’t a real blonde, anyway. Not that there was any way to tell, since her pussy was as bare of hair as any other candidate’s.

Sammi noticed Shara, walking around with her little bag slung over her shoulder as usual. She must sleep with the thing, she thought, then wondered how Shara had gotten on the island. Only members, candidate members, and staff were allowed. No visitors, no cell phones, and, especially, no cameras. There were quite a few wealthy and notable women in this group and nobody wanted their face on film while they were running around buck naked cooking and eating other women.

Back to Shara. She still had her little fur patch, so she wasn’t a candidate. And she didn’t seem to be doing anything for anyone, so she wasn’t staff. So that left… Oh. Shara was a member.

So, it turned out, was Julia Cabot, the woman that had begun Sammi’s entry into woman eating and indirectly was responsible for her being here on the beach without her pussy hair. She took a second glance at Julia, in conversation with several of the other thirtyish members, and realized with a trace of envy that she had a perfect figure. This was the first time Sammi had seen her in the nude, and the body hidden by clothes was a magazine photographer’s dream.

Oh well, Sammi thought, she herself had a nicely toned body, even if her ass was bigger than Julia’s. Unbidden, a picture jumped into her mind of herself being spitted, asking before the point came out of her mouth if the pole made her butt look bigger. She giggled and refused an explanation when Dana looked at her.

From time to time, Lorna cast a watchful eye at the trio, just making sure they were getting along with everyone. She’d known Maria ever since Brooke picked her as her assistant months ago, and liked the girl. Sammi was a treasure. She didn’t know Dana, but liked what she saw. Besides, anyone that Sammi liked so much had to be a pretty good person.

That thought made her sigh. Soon enough, she was going to have to pick two women for cooking, and one of them might be one of the girls. It was a shame, but that was how the system went. Hopefully, someone would be a better choice than one of the three girls, but Dana was certainly a perfect choice for the barbecue. Plenty of firm meat there. On the other hand, Dana looked like she’d make a good member, just the kind they were always seeking.

She sighed again. It was part of her responsibility as president to be fair, and she was going to be fair to all the girls in her choice. She was still mulling over that thought when her best friend Vivian plopped her big curvy body down on the sand next to her and began nuzzling her neck. Lorna turned her mind to other things.

After a while, Sammi and the two other girls drifted back to the cooking area, only to find two of the big food preparation tables occupied. Randi was on one and Brenda on another. Two of Carol’s assistants were rubbing both women down with a warm lotion. From the languid squirms and sensuous expressions, both of the meat girls obviously loved the treatment.

Carol caught sight of the trio and waved them over for a closer look. “It’s a marinade lotion,” she explained. “We won’t be cooking them until tomorrow, so a few rubdowns will not only keep them juicy, it’ll add to their flavor when we do them tomorrow. Actually, I’m thinking about grilling Randi, but Brenda has the plump sort of form that just works so well on a spit. Imagine those juices! Yum.”

Sammi, as it happened, could imagine those juices. Granted, she might not be around to sample Brenda’s juicy meat, but, if she was, the brunette looked totally succulent. Her big plump body was all plush curves of good firm meat, no flabby fat at all. When she opened her legs for more lotion treatment on her tender inner thighs and cunt steak, Sammi was fascinated.

More than fascinated. She could feel herself reacting, tingling and getting damp. She heard a whisper from behind her. “She looks wonderful,” Shara said softly, to Sammi’s answering nod. “Makes you almost want to be her.”

Sammi could almost feel the desire to join Brenda on the table. Well, there was a cure for that. She turned to Dana and whispered in her ear. “We packed that strap-on and lotion in the beach bag, didn’t we?”

Dana nodded. “Yes. Ummmmm. Isn’t Brenda just the most delicious thing you ever saw?”

Dana had never seen Maria, the first Maria, that is, who was the most delicious woman Sammi had ever seen. Her memories combined with the sight of Brenda and became overwhelmingly arousing. “Yeah. Uh huh. Look, let’s get back to the blanket.”

Dana looked a bit puzzled. Not much, though. She knew Sammi and her sexual cues by now. This girl wanted sex and wanted it bad. “To do what I think you want to do?”

Sammi nodded urgently. “I want you to fuck me with the strap-on, fore and aft and any other way we can get it on. I need banging bad.”

Dana grinned. “I can’t refuse an invitation like that. So you’re hot, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Sammi replied,” but more than that. They’re going to be choosing candidates for the spit in a little while. I don’t want to show a damp pussy if they ask me to bend over. It might give Lorna and Carol ideas.”

As it happened, Lorna had other things on her mind. “Are you sure?” she asked Brooke.

“Not completely,” Brooke said. “I haven’t had an opportunity to search it, yet. But all the signs point to just what she’s doing.”

“Okay,” Lorna replied, “we’ll search her when she gives the game away. I just have to figure how to set it up. I think I know why they’re trying to pull this off, and that makes me really pissed. I’ll be even more pissed if I have to sacrifice one of the candidates to get to her. The hell of it is that I have to think of the well being of the Society, and balance one girl against everyone else. Damn that bitch!

“All right,” she added in a low voice. “This is what I’m going to do…”

The lineup of the candidates was just like the lineup back at Carol’s but writ larger. Twenty nervous naked women formed a line on the beach, while thirty or more naked women watched with great interest as Lorna, the Society president, and Carol, the cook, - also naked women - judged the lineup and prepared to choose two candidates to be roasted for the afternoon’s dinner.

Sammi was tense, so lined up next to Dana for a little moral support. Maria was on her other side, also just as nervous as everyone else. The three knew that if the finger pointed at any one of them, it would be a short trip to the barbecue area and a long ride on the spit. When the finger pointed, they wanted it pointed at other girls, any other girls.

Sammi didn’t want to be chosen, but especially didn’t want Dana chosen. Dana meant too much to her and she didn’t want to think of living on without her. She was sure it wasn’t romantic love, even with the fabulous sex, but Dana was too close a friend, almost a part of her, even at this short acquaintance, for Sammi not to do anything she could to keep her from harm. Thinking of Dana’s Greek goddess body, Sammi was harboring a nasty little suspicion that Dana was going to be on the short list for this selection. What to do if that happened? Sammi didn’t want to think about it.

Sammi could track Lorna’s progress by listening to the sound of her voice. She was there, evaluating Dana’s beautiful body for meat, then she was in front of her. Again, Sammi felt the impersonal hands squeezing and judging her flesh, her arms, hips, pussy and thighs. Time to turn around. Again, the hands, accompanied by a running commentary, tested her back, her thighs and her buttocks. When she bent over and spread to show her pussy, she was glad of the session she and Dana had had on the blanket.

Lorna broke from her professional judging for a moment. “Looks like this one has been busy before the choosing,” Lorna commented, but her voice was calm and impersonal.

Then it was over and they were judging Maria. Sammi hoped, with every fiber of her being, they had rejected the three for other candidates. She could feel her body becoming excited, again, and damned the involuntary reaction to the situation. No way did she want to be on a spit for real. Play was good enough, thank you. Settle down! Think of something else!

Lorna and Carol finished the meat inspection and walked behind the line to give the girls a final look-see. Several of the candidates looked over their shoulder nervously, but the rest faced firmly forward, afraid to make what could be fatal eye contact.

When the two women walked back in front of the line, Sammi steeled herself. This was it!

Lorna pointed at the obnoxious blonde Sammi had been talking to earlier in the day. “This one,” she said shortly, then waited while the gasping and yelling girl was subdued and carried to the barbecue by eager volunteers from the full members.

Then she was looking in Sammi’s direction! The finger was pointing at her! “Her, also,” Lorna said in a deadpan voice.

When she wasn’t the one grabbed, Sammi almost fainted with relief, then she realized the struggles were next to her. They had Dana!

She reacted without thinking. “No!” she yelled. “Take me! I volunteer!”

After glancing at Lorna and getting a brief nod, the members released Dana, who looked stunned, and took hold of Sammi. There was no need to be rough. Sammi wasn’t struggling.

She was docile as she was led to the spitting jigs, almost in a state of shock. Her mind was whirling, contradictory thoughts tumbling over each other in a writhing pile. Why? Why did she volunteer? To save Dana?

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She had to save Dana. Was she really what she always feared she was? Was she a real spit muffin? Did she actually crave being cooked as the ultimate experience?

She was laid face down on the jig, her wrists and ankles shackled to the jig’s legs so she could do no more than writhe her torso. She couldn’t even do that once they fastened the straps across her back and hips. One of Carol’s assistants placed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the strap around the back of her head. After that, all she could do was lie on the jig and listen to the gasps and muffled squeals as they began preparing the blonde for spitting.

Sammi heard them talking as they finished stuffing the struggling blonde and someone said, “Okay, set up the spitter and let’s get her on a pole.”

She would be next in a few minutes. Sammi relaxed in resignation and felt at peace. What was done was done, and Dana was safe. She hoped her friend would survive the next three times, as well. A strange inward calm enveloped her, and she was able to see herself as never before, know what she really was. It was a pity, she thought absently, that it took a terminal ride on a pole to let her know herself.

Sammi heard Carol’s voice behind her. “Well, Sammi, you’re prepared enough, so this ought not to hurt, but I have to put it in you to keep you open enough for stuffing.”

Sammi felt the plug slide into her open and vulnerable ass, stretching her like she was being fucked by Dana’s big strap-on. She ignored the plug. More important was the fact that Dana was standing in front of her, caressing her face. “Why’d you do it, Sammi? Thank you from the bottom of my heart, but I wish it wasn’t you. I’ll be there for you, honey, all the way. You and I will be together through the whole thing.”

Sammi wanted to tell her it was because she was the best friend she’d ever had, but she couldn’t because of the gag. She wanted to tell her something else, as she squirmed against the restraints. She wanted to tell her she was ready, but didn’t want to end up on a spit. Spitting and cooking excited her, yes, very much. But now she knew something that would do her absolutely no good. She wanted to live. Role play, yes. But not for real. She knew she was just meat, now, but she also knew she wasn’t a spit muffin. She wasn’t a suicidal nut case looking for the ultimate fuck. She was Sammi, a girl that enjoyed life, enjoyed sex, and enjoyed the female cannibal lifestyle.

She looked up at Dana’s upset and affectionate face, noticing Shara some distance behind her, clasping her ever-present bag in her hand. Tears clouded her vision as she looked at Dana’s sweet face again. For a few moments, there seemed to be some kind of disturbance behind Dana, with a lot of tussling and yelling, but it didn’t matter. Dana even turned to look, but Sammi’s eyes were too watery to tell what the fracas was.

A soft hand caressed her bottom and patted it gently. “Okay, Carol.” It was Lorna’s voice, and her hand. “Let Sammi go. We’ve got a replacement.”

Once she was off the jig and safe in Dana’s arms, she let herself break down for a few minutes. Lorna stood by quietly, respecting her need for affection and relief. “Go ahead, Sammi. Let it out. I’ve been there,” she said softly with a hand on her shoulder.

Finally, Sammi could settle down enough to look at Lorna. “Why? What happened?”

Lorna took her in her own arms. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry it had to be you, but it had to be someone. I needed to know what Shara was doing.”

Lorna’s voice took on the hard cast everyone dreaded. “Shara was making a tape, but not the one you thought. She was making a tape for Julia Cabot.”

Lorna shot a steel hard look at a naked woman bound and gagged on the sand nearby. “Julia was using you for a special reason. I’m not going to cook her here. No. She’s coming home with us after the Fest. I have an oven that’s just her size.”

Sammi gave her a shocked look. “Using me? Why?!”

Lorna smiled softly. “You’re famous, in case you didn’t know, and influential in your own way. That’s really why I recruited you for the Society. Both you - and Dana - are the kind of women I want as members.

“Julia’s looking towards next quarter’s election for Society president. Everyone wants me to run for a second term, even changed the rules so I could do it, but I wasn’t sure I wanted the job again. Julia’s a sneaky, malicious bitch and I’ve been considering getting rid of her because she’d be a danger to the Society if she ever came to power. All she wants, or ever wanted, was money and power, as much as she could grab. As president, there’d be no telling what she’d do, except abuse everyone and everything she could to further her own aims. I though I had her safely isolated until this little mess blew up.”

“But why the tape?” Sammi was still puzzled.

“Shara told us,” Lorna said grimly. “She broke down immediately when we grabbed her. Videotape and the same kind of editing a news show does when they want to slam someone. They were going to show me tricking and abusing a truly sweet and cheery woman, someone well known to all the members, playing her until I got her onto the spit. They were trying to blacken my reputation and turn me into a person that could be a threat to the Society. Once enough members had seen it, I’d be out and Julia would be in, then a lot of good women would no longer be safe, especially if they were wealthy. You were just a means to Julia’s end

“I don’t treat people that way,” Lorna added grimly, “and I don’t let other people do it, either. Shara is taking your place, and Julia is coming back with us.”

She shot a hard look at Julia, no longer elegant, her face twisted in terrible distress. “I’m sure she’ll provide a memorable dining experience.”

Even wrapped in Lorna’s soft, loving arms and knowing her for the sweet person she was, Sammi couldn’t repress a shudder. She had no sympathy for Shara or Julia. They deserved what they were going to get. But Lorna’s hard, ruthless side was scary.

In the end, she decided, Shara and Julia didn’t matter. What mattered was she was alive, and she was with friends. She was happy to go off with Dana a few moments later.

By the time they brought Shara back to the spitting jigs, slung from a pole like a safari trophy, Sammi was nearly back to normal. She watched with interest, along with the occasional shudder at her near escape, as Shara was bound to the spitting jig and the automatic spit carefully positioned with the shaft’s point in her cunt. Shara wasn’t really fighting the process, Sammi noted. Evidently the deep enema and scrub, depilation, and a thoroughgoing wash had taken much of the energy out of the girl. Looking carefully at Shara’s healthy California girl figure as they stuffed her ass, Sammi decided she wouldn’t provide as much meat as some of the other girls on the menu (see Brenda), but still provide firm and nicely textured flesh. Carol could do wonders with girl meat, and Shara was good material to work with.

“Want to watch this?” Dana asked. “You’ve just dodged the bullet, you know, and I’ll understand if you don’t.”

“No,” Sammi said, shaking her head, “I want to see her cook. It was what she was going to do to me.”

She looked Dana in the eye. “Yes, I’ve just missed being spitted, but I’ve learned a few things about myself, including the fact that I’m not a real spit muffin, and that takes a big load off my mind. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy watching them prepare and cook Shara. That’s still exciting. I’m going to enjoy eating her, too. It just means I’ve faced myself and learned a few things.

“I think I understand Lorna better,” she finished with a musing expression.

Thinking back, she understood all of Shara’s little comments about being cooked. Not only was she taping all the action, she was trying to influence Sammi, seducing her into volunteering for the spit. Would she have gone for the idea of being cooked if she hadn’t tried to save Dana? Knowing what she knew now, probably not, at least on her own. There was no denying, though, that Shara was applying enough pressure to send her over the edge in the right circumstances.

Once Shara was on to cook, Sammi lost herself in the beauty of the girl’s smooth curves as she turned on the spit, squirming and writhing slightly. She was gently fucking the spit, Sammi noted, getting the sensation that helped offset the fact that she was becoming meat, soon to be served to many hungry women. Suddenly, she decided Shara’s past actions no longer mattered. The girl was now meat. No sense in staying mad with her.

Sammi reached into the heat and patted Shara gently on a buttock as she rotated, giving the girl a little sendoff. She walked around in front and looked Shara straight in her eyes, noting the hopeless expression. “I know you don’t have anyone else to be by you,” Sammi said gently, “so I’m here. I know what you tried to do, but I forgive you. I just want you to know you’re not alone.”

Shara’s face seemed to relax. After a few moments, she closed her eyes and began squirming her hips, fucking the spit again. When she convulsed, Sammi was sure that her efforts were successful. Sammi borrowed a long handled basting brush from Carol and began stroking Shara, making sure she was continually exciting her most sensitive points, especially her clitoris every time she got a chance. Sammi could feel her own pussy reacting again, but tried to ignore the tingling pulsation while she kept stroking Shara with the oily soft brush.

Shara’s glistening soft flesh kept reflecting the highlights of the glowing coals as she rotated. Sammi was getting hotter, herself, in a different way. When Dana walked up next to her, she playfully dragged the oily brush over Dana’s nipples, and saw them erect in reaction. “Hi,” Sammi said, “want to play in a little while?”

Dana was also captivated by the erotic beauty of Shara’s roasting body. “Um, yes. Boy, I can smell her cooking. Think she can smell it, too?”

“I hope so,” Sammi answered. “I want her to know just how good she’s going to taste. Isn’t she a wonderful roaster?”

Dana nodded, enjoying the mouthwatering smell of Shara’s cooking flesh. “Can’t wait for dinner to be ready.”

“Oh, it’ll be a while, yet,” Sammi answered. “This part is so wonderful, and Shara will still have a few hours to slow cook after she’s gone. We ought to have plenty of time for a lot of things.”

“Like inserting the strap-on as deep into your body as I can get it?” Dana asked with a grin.

Sammi nodded happily. “Yep. Now, don’t get me too excited. I promised Shara I’d be here with her and I intend to keep that promise.”

Dana nodded, content to wait. She was sure the sex to come was going to be marvelous, and Shara was going to be quite tasty.

She was right on both counts.

As Lorna enjoyed a steak from Shara’s inner thigh, she was also quietly watching both Sammi and Dana as they happily dug into their meals. Sammi had been awarded Shara’s prime filet and was enjoying the exquisite flesh with gusto. Dana was enjoying hip cutlets from the blonde and was eating with a will.

Lorna was pleased with what she saw in both women. Sammi was coming along nicely, and so was Dana. Dana was nice roasting material, of course. For that matter, so was Sammi. Still, having them as members would far offset the taste of their delicious flesh. There were always a couple of candidates like the blonde, also proving quite tasty, and they could fulfill their purpose as a meal. There were better things in store for Sammi and Dana as members.

She nodded to herself as she carved another piece and chewed the flavorful meat with real appreciation. Yes, there were better things in store for Sammi and Dana.

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Thanks, Vader. Leo