Lilith 10: Academic Study by Leo

Academic Study

by

Leo

The two women sitting in front of Lorna’s desk at the Aldyke Model Agency were stamped from the same mold. Both were trim, late thirties, shapely, nice looking in a feminine-handsome sort of way, wore short power hairdos and expensive business suits with the skirts hemmed fashionably to just above the knee. Both also had the look of aristocracy in the presence of The Barbarian.

Lorna (a.k.a. The Barbarian), was dressed in a totally different and far more practical (to her way of thinking) style for Miami’s South Beach area in the summer. She’d chosen to cover her spectacularly plush curves in one of her habitual colorful print spaghetti strap sun dresses. The thin material was comfortable and cool, and she didn’t mind showing off - just a little - with a low cut front and back. Mentally, she was smiling at the effect she was having on her terminally tight-assed visitors. Those two were behaving with the disapproving reserve of academics conducting a jungle interview of notorious cannibals. Almost right. She wasn’t in the jungle.

“Ms Paten, I am Dr. Alice Parks,” said the one with the tastefully arranged slight streaks of gray in her brown hair, “Professor of Woman’s Studies at South Miami University. My associate is Dr. Brenda Longleaf. She is a visiting Adjunct Professor of Female Anthropology for the University.” The A.P.F.A. had tastefully arranged slight streaks of gray in her black hair.

Lorna heard each capital letter. “How can I help you, ladies?” Lorna asked politely.

Dr. Alice studied Lorna for a diplomatically short moment, then continued. “For the last year, I’ve begun to study a strange phenomenon that seems to be a growing underground culture. I consider it serious enough to warrant further study, and my colleague has kindly consented to help me in the project.”

Lorna nodded patiently. Sooner or later this uptight broad would get to the point. “And that is…?”

Dr. Brenda took over. “We’ve become aware of a trend that seems to be some sort of cannibalism where women are the primary object. Web sites and underground publications call it “woman eating”.

Dr. Alice jumped back into the conversational flow. “When we discussed our indications with Dr. Janeway, Dean of Anthropology, she recommended we consult you as a first step towards field research on the subject.”

“Hm,” Lorna said, to cover the fact that she was thinking fast. Karyn Janeway was a full member of the Society of Lilith - of which Lorna was president - and had been for years. Karyn had some purpose in inflicting these two on her. Okay, deal with the interview, then call Karyn and find out what was happening.

It amused her for a minute that these two had such a limited knowledge of the real world that they didn’t know woman eating was legal, albeit not exactly trumpeted. Some of the wilder Miami parties even featured girl meat and the Casa Del Dolcett, a restaurant specializing in girl meat, was quite successful, despite a total lack of advertising, or even a sign.

The Society of Lilith, on the other hand, was an underground power organization of women, that could make career successes - rich career successes - out of its full members… if they survived their candidate year. During the year a woman was a candidate, the Society held four Quarterly Beach Festivals on a private island in the Caribbean. At each of those Fests, four women, either volunteers or candidates chosen by the president (Lorna) were roasted to feed the rest of the Society. A girl that passed all four choosings without ending up as meat became a full member.

Thinking about it, Lorna decided to go along with whatever these two had in mind. It might just be fun.

“I’m familiar with the practice,” Lorna commented, noting the brief looks of disapproval that flashed over the elegant, sophisticated countenances facing her. “How can I help you?”

“We’ve assembled a study team,” Dr. Alice said. “A small one. Ourselves and three of our female graduate assistants. We want to enter the culture in order to study it. This promises to be a major research project, and we’d appreciate your assistance in helping us conduct the study.” It went without saying that, given the professors, the team was going to be an all female one. “Frankly, we want to immerse ourselves in the culture to better study it’s behavior.”

“If you immerse yourselves in the culture,” Lorna said, watching both women carefully, “that means dress, behavior, diet, the whole thing. Are you ready for what you might have to do?”

Dr. Brenda spoke up. “You mean cook and eat a woman. Yes, we’re prepared to go that far. We even have a coed that has agreed to be the subject if we need to provide someone for whatever ritual takes place.”

Translated, that mean they’d talked some girl in her late teens into allowing herself to be meat so these two could make notes about the reactions. That didn’t set well with Lorna at all. She regularly cooked and ate women, but they were either volunteers or someone that really, really needed removal from the gene pool. She could imagine the attitude of an impressionable girl, confronted with a request from admired and godlike professors to sacrifice herself For the Advancement of Science. Lorna decided this pair needed to be taken under control.

Lorna gave them both a very searching stare, resulting in uncomfortable squirming of two shapely, sophisticated academic butts in their visitor’s chairs. Although a generally nice person with a sweet and cuddly exterior, everyone knew Lorna had a rock hard, ruthless, underhanded streak. Otherwise, she was the nicest person they knew. The hard part of her came out at the casual comment of these two academics that they were ready to toss an innocent girl onto a cook fire if it would let them study the reactions of the diners. “Ladies, I wonder just how far you are really prepared to go.”

Dr. Alice spoke up, mildly, if elegantly, offended. “As I told you, Ms Paten, we are quite prepared to go as far as it takes to gain entry to the culture.” Dr. Brenda was stiff with indignation.

“Okay,” Lorna said, placing her hands on her desk, “let’s find out just how serious you really are. Take off your clothes. Everything.”

Gasps of horror. “Ms Paten,” ice positively caked on Dr. Brenda’s words, “I realize you run a modeling agency for pornographic models, but we have no intention of being your clients.”

“The Aldyke Agency doesn’t solicit pornographic clients,” Lorna replied just as coldly. “Most of our models were in the skin trade, true, but we offer a legitimate career opportunity for women that want to leave the business and make a mainstream career for themselves in front of the camera. In any case, I wouldn’t consider either of you. What I’m doing is finding out how serious you really are about your study. You’re going to strip and I’m going to give you a meat inspection. If you prove satisfactory, you may have one assistant and your volunteer. Once I’ve finally decided to cooperate with you, I will consider putting you where you can participate in what you term a ‘cannibalistic ritual’.”

Lorna gave them The Look again, “That’s it, ladies. My way or no way. Which is it to be?”

The two professors traded glances. Secretly, they were both mildly offended with the judgment that they weren’t good enough to model for the Aldyke Agency. They also both harbored a little desire to prove said Agency’s owner wrong in her assessment. Dr. Alice shrugged and Dr. Brenda sighed. She turned to Lorna and gave her another cold stare. “You have us at a disadvantage, Ms Paten. Very well. We will comply.”

The two got up, reluctance showing in every bit of body language, and stripped, folding their clothing neatly on a nearby conference table. Totally bare, Lorna had to admit the professors had very nice bodies. Fully developed, with smooth curves showing a nice layer of fat underlying the skin. Just enough to add flavor, but not enough to show cellulite or flab. Breasts a shapely 34 C, too. In fact, they would both make nice roasters. Lorna got up from behind her desk and walked over in front of the pair and studied them critically. “Actually, ladies, you’re very nice,” she said in the calm, professional voice that appeared when she was in her meat judging persona. “You would be quite attractive to anyone that evaluated women for their meat, which is what I’m doing. Turn around.”

The rear view was just as appetizing, with smooth backs, well developed thighs and plump, round, deep buttocks. In fact, Lorna wouldn’t mind having either one of those tempting bottoms on her carving platter. She took careful note of the way their bodies quivered. “Okay,” Lorna said. “Get dressed and give me your business cards If I’m fully satisfied after making a few checks, I’ll get in contact and give you an address where you and your team will be housed for this portion of your study. I’m going to warn you in advance, though. The building where you will be staying is clothing forbidden. That means once you enter it, you won’t be wearing anything until you leave it. No contact with the outside world, either, so leave spare outfits and cell phones at home. Many of the people you will meet are very sensitive about their publicity. Those are the conditions, and there are no exceptions. Feel free to call me if you decide not to comply. Otherwise, I’ll be in touch before the end of the week.”

After the academic twosome had left, Lorna chuckled. Long practice had let her read the signs. Both of those uptight dames had gotten sexually excited when she told them they were naked for a meat inspection. She hadn’t wanted to push them too far with a testing finger underneath plump buttocks, but she’d bet the finger would come back wet.

She found herself hoping that Karyn and the detective agency certified them as genuine, because she could see some interesting things coming from this study. Possibly a few good meals, too.

Several days later, Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda, along with their graduate assistant, Lana, and Coed for Experimental Purposes, Tiffany, were at the base of a colorful Art Deco apartment building in South Beach, accompanied by a small mound of luggage, cases, other things, etc. Dr. Alice was looking at the row of doorbells over the mailboxes. “No names,” she commented to the other three, “just apartment numbers.”

“Ms Paten said to ring 2B,” Dr. Brenda reminded her academic colleague needlessly.

Thus having been needlessly reminded, Dr. Alice rang 2B. “Hi!” came a tinny voice from the intercom. “Can I help you?”

“We’re Doctors Parks and Longleaf and party,” Dr. Alice announced. “Ms Paten said to buzz you for entrance.”

“Oh, sure,” the tinny voice replied. “Lorna told me all about you. Come on in and I’ll be right over to help you set up. Go on in to 2A. The door’s unlocked.”

Thus instructed, the party opened the heavy grill barring the only entrance to the two story concrete wall surrounding the building when the lock buzzed. Gathering their things and organizing for their trek, they proceeded up the elevator to apartment 2A, toting the variety of items felt necessary when studying an alien and savage culture.

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Lorna’s conversation with Karyn ( AKA Dr. Janeway, Dean of Anthropology) was packed with interesting information. “I’m sorry I inflicted the Dynamic Duo on you, Lorna, but you seemed to be the best candidate to keep those two under some type of control.”

“I figured they needed supervision,” Lorna answered. “That’s why I decided to take them in. What are they really like? Do I have a problem here?”

Karyn’s answer was slightly ambiguous. “Well, yes and no. Yes, in that they have the ability to be a pair of first class pains in the ass. No, in that they’re not the brightest bulbs in the hall. When you told them to drop two of their graduate assistants, you amputated two thirds of their brain power and most of their ability to do any form of academic study. Neither one has taught a class in years. I think Longleaf was wished on me by Jack Ramsey over at State, since she’s Parks’s exact counterpart and Ramsey has never showed any interest in terminating her ‘temporary’ appointment. If it hadn’t been for tenure, I’d have gotten rid of them years ago. If you can do anything, I’ll owe you a big one.”

“I’ll have to see what the situation brings,” Lorna replied. “What about the other two?”

“Lana’s a pretty good type, hard working and smart. She just got wrapped up by the wrong pair. Tiffany is this year’s candidate for Best Brainless Body. She’s a sweet person, but if she doesn’t end up as a pending dinner in someone’s pantry, I’ll be amazed.”

“Parks and Longleaf have already selected her as the quote ‘subject for a ritual’, end quote,” Lorna said dryly. “That bugs me.”

“That tone of voice makes me shudder,” Karyn laughed. “Oh, well, whatever happens to the Dynamic Duo couldn’t happen to more deserving individuals. Keep me posted, will you?”

“Oh, I will,” Lorna said thoughtfully. “I have them coming over tomorrow. Let’s just see what happens.”

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Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda opened the door to 2A and proceeded in, carrying light day bags, only to slow their dignified advance and stare around them at their surroundings. Tiffany and Lana were slightly behind them, loaded with suitcases, laptops and other items. Both of them stopped, as well. Tiffany put things into immediate, if less than articulate, perspective. “Wow!” she said. “This place is COOL!”

And it was. The apartment was spacious, taking up half the second floor of the building, and furnished in excellent taste. The four found themselves in the middle of an expansive living room, with halls leading off in different directions, obviously for the bedrooms and other such appurtenances. A large open kitchen was off to one side while the other featured a wide glassed expanse of wall, with sliding glass doors that opened onto the private patio. No pool. That was upstairs, on Lorna’s patio, flanked by the outdoor barbecue setup this apartment also lacked.

Lana, the only one of the group whose head wasn’t clogged with fluff or ego, was also the only one to initially notice the size of the appliances in the kitchen. She knew exactly what the professors were here to study. Truth be known, it was originally her idea, a good subject for a doctoral dissertation. Ergo, she also knew why Tiffany was with the group (not her idea) and had a Dreadful Suspicion about why the range, kitchen grill, walk-in cooler and huge rotisserie were the size they were. With a little shudder, she decided they were just the right size to fit a woman.

Suddenly, her idea for a doctoral dissertation didn’t seem so original and brilliant. In fact, it was downright dumb. She started making a mental list of who to throw out of the lifeboat if it helped her escape this situation uncooked.

There not having been a naked women in the story for, oh, a page or so, one showed up at the open door of the apartment. “Hi!” came pleasant female voice. “Glad you found your way in. I’m Dana. Samantha and I live next door. Lorna told me to help get you settled.”

All four in the Academic Study Team turned and gaped. Dana was brown haired, with pleasantly strong features, a body like a Greek goddess and a shaved pussy, readily visible due to her lack of apparel. Looking at the four stunned women frozen in front of her, Dana immediately realized they were still unprepared for life in Lorna’s apartment building. That thought made her giggle a little before plunging ahead with another shock to their systems. “You guys can put your clothing here, in the alcove room off the front hall,” she said with the sort of pleasant smile that hid an evil grin. “You’ll only use clothes when you leave the building. The other room is usually where visitors leave their clothing, but I guess you won’t have to worry about that. Lorna told me you won’t be having visitors while you’re here.”

Still keeping up the flow of words, she shepherded the four into the alcove and got them to start undressing. She also didn’t miss it when Lana commented softly to herself, “I knew we’d have to do this. Damn.”

As she watched the women undress, Dana made a final pronouncement. “As soon as you’re all bare, I’ll give you a tour of your apartment so you know where everything is. Then you can ask me any questions you might have about what happens here. I’ll be glad to explain.”

The four eventually filed back into the living room, where Dana was sitting on an overstuffed chair. It amused her to observe their body language. The two academics were elegant and curvy, just as Lorna described them. They were also moving with stiff reluctance, but there was something else underneath, rigidly repressed. Also as Lorna described. Tiffany was the picture of total exuberance and unconcern. She was also curvy to the point of deserving the title of “overstuffed”. Nice eyes, Dana, decided. If only they were connected to a brain. Lana came out last, and her hands were fluttering as though they wanted to cover something, but her mind was telling her she was already in the middle of the mess and besides, there were only girls here anyway. Lana’s figure was a bit stocky, but well rounded and nicely fleshed. Dana decided, seeing the signs of obvious intelligence, that this one bore further watching.

“Come on,” Dana said as she stood and waved to the four, “I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Lana, on the tail end of the tour, took the opportunity to study the four tail ends in front of her. Dana’s was the largest, as befitted her heroic physique, and superbly shaped, full of smooth firm flesh. Tiffany, just in front of Lana, had a round and bouncy bubble butt that looked like it would be fun to squeeze and fondle. The Dynamic Duo weren’t slackers in the rear end department, either. Both of them seated themselves on some very nice mounds of meat.

And that, besides the fact that Lana was actively bisexual, was the other reason she was intently studying the rear ends that wiggled in front of her. All of the stories and comments she’d discovered while she was doing her internet research commented on the fact that the butt, pussy, hips, and thighs were considered the best meat, and Lana wanted to make sure that her companions were acceptably prime.

Here she was, due mostly to her own enthusiastic stupidity, sequestered with real woman-eating cannibals and dressed in the approved outfit for their favorite food, i.e. her birthday suit. Plan A was to study things, not become a feature on the menu, and get out so she could comfortably write her dissertation and get her academic credentials. Plan B was on hand in case it looked like someone was going to become an entree. In that case, the idea was that the someone happened to be one of the dumbbells sporting one of the three mouthwatering rumps in line ahead of her. She firmly did not dwell on the fact that her own stocky, firm body could be considered a very desirable main course for a barbecue.

Everything went placidly, other than Tiffany’s oohs and aahs, until they got to the entertainment console. While the array of electronics was impressive, there were no surprises to Lana. She figured the Dynamic Duo could even use everything, and she’d be there to help Tiffany. It was the contents of the DVD and tape library that made her nervous. Without going into details, Dana commented, “The disks and tapes are How-To, entertainment and mainstream. Samantha, my roommate, even made a couple of tapes in the collection. She does TV shows.”

Entertainment and How-To? Lana harbored deep suspicions about the subject matter.

Things got interesting again in the kitchen. While Dana made generic real estate agent comments, Lana noted just how suspiciously large the appliances were. That grill and oven, not to mention the rotisserie, were easily large enough to hold a grown woman. Casually, she slid open a kitchen drawer, to find it full of such everyday kitchen aids as cuffs and ball gags, then gulped and slid it closed again. Very carefully, she opened the refrigerator and peeked in, hoping not to see somebody peeking out. Nope, empty. Small sigh of relief.

About this time, the light began to dawn on the Dynamic Duo. Dr. Brenda, face a study of dreadful suspicion leavened by burgeoning excitement, asked, “Uh, these appliances are somewhat big, aren’t they?”

Dana nodded.

Forging ahead with grim determination, Dr. Brenda continued, “Do you… ah, are they intended for cooking women?”

Dana nodded.

Worried look. “Have they been used that way in the past?”

Dana nodded. “Normally they’re used for role-play, though. Most cooking’s done upstairs.”

“Role-play?”

Dana nodded. “Um-hm. Pretend cooking is very sexually exciting, both for the cook and the girl playing the meat. I’ve been both any number of times. You shouldn’t do it yourselves, though, until someone can teach you how to use the equipment without hurting the girl playing the meat. Tell you what, after dinner tonight, I’ll get Jess or Miki to show you how it’s done on the kitchen upstairs.”

Dr. Alice took up the conversational torch. “Dinner tonight?”

Dana nodded. “Come on up to Lorna’s place about seven or so. Drinks beforehand while Jess and Miki finish up in the kitchen. Miki said she’s planning something special with a hip from a really tender little brunette in the cooler. We’ll look for you then, guys. Oh, don’t worry about which door to use. Lorna’s place is the whole top floor. Bye.”

With that, she breezed out, leaving the other four gaping.

Dr. Alice looked at Dr. Brenda nervously. Lana thought hard. Tiffany smiled. While the other three were deep in thought, Tiffany wandered over to the entertainment center and began idly looking though the titles. “Hey,” she said, “they sure have some funny disks. This one is titled Basic Spitting Techniques. The rest look like they’re about the same.”

Hot on the trail of scientific discovery, Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda bustled over and took the disk from Tiffany. “We have to review this,” Dr. Alice said breathlessly.

“Important research material,” Dr. Brenda said breathlessly.

“There’s a player/TV setup in my bedroom,” Dr. Alice said, getting her breath back. “We can review the contents there.”

Off they went, leaving Lana perusing such titles as Roasting Rhonda and Gourmet Cooking Methods for Women, meanwhile thoughtfully studying the luscious curves of an oblivious Tiffany. After a little while, interesting noises began to issue from Dr. Alice’s bedroom and Lana decided the two had probably been inspired to conduct in-depth research. The sounds were also getting her excited. No wonder all the women in the building were nude. It saved time.

Instead, Lana found herself staring down into the open top of Dr. Brenda’s day bag and realized her eyes were focused on what turned out to be a very familiar object. She picked it up and held it by the strap. “Tiffany,” she asked absently, still looking at what was dangling from her hand, “ever been fucked by a girl?”

“Sure,” Tiffany replied, her eyes still on the amazing video collection, “plenty of times.”

“With one of these?”

Tiffany turned to look, her eyes growing wide at the big strap-on hanging from Lana’s hand. “Oh, wow! Cool!”

Lana crooked a finger. “Just come over here and bend over the back of that couch, honey.”

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Lorna curled up on her favorite living room couch, comfortably bare as she sipped her wine and unobtrusively watched her new guests. Belinda’s cat was curled next to her, comfortably wearing a fur coat. As Belinda was a good friend, Lorna was now pussy-sitting for a week. The cat was an interesting study, since the shade of its fur looked pink in the light. The feline also liked the taste of girl flesh. Very much.

Everyone was mingling, drink in hand, and small talk buzzed the room. Jess and Miki were in the group, too, once the meat was properly cooking. In a little while, they’d go back in the kitchen and finish the side dishes and carve the meat. Usually, Lorna and her friends preferred carving at the table, but Lorna didn’t want to give her non-cannibalistic guests too much of a shock at one time. It would be easier for them to eat if the meat looked like it came from a grocery store package, instead of a girl. Strange, some people were that way about cattle and pigs, too. Humans could be quirky some times.

The Dynamic Duo acted about as expected, faces rigidly unexpressive as they tried to hide their avid interest in the proceedings in general, and Jess and Miki’s bodies in particular. Both of Lorna’s assistants had nicely curved figures and pleasantly weathered good looks, reflecting their pasts as biker girls and former porn actresses. Apparently that was an attractive combination to the two academics, because they did all but fondle the two women. Lorna had her thoughts about the two professors, but nothing concrete, yet.

Tiffany was about as expected, curvy, succulent, not too bright, but cheerful. She was deep in technical conversation with Vicki, the current occupant of Lorna’s pantry, about the various merits of having, or not having, pussy hair. The conversation was enthusiastic and looked to go on for a while, provided the two participants could keep their trains of thought from derailing. Two of a kind.

On the other hand, Lana, the tasty looking graduate assistant, appeared to have a brain. Lorna decided she wanted to know this girl better.

The big room was populated by - but nowhere near full of - naked women, because Sammi and Dana were up from downstairs for dinner as well. Good thing that brunette’s hip was a nice fleshy one, since there were ten good appetites to satisfy. Well, six appetites if the academic party couldn’t bring themselves to eat. Their loss.

For her part, Lana was comfortably seated in one of the overstuffed chairs and sipping her drink while she sized up the group. Every time she glanced at Tiffany, the girl’s slightly bowlegged stance made her smile. She’d used the strap-on to plow Tiffany fore and aft, then finished up with the girl giving her a very nice pussy nibble by way of thank you. The strap-on was a special model, too, with little prongs on the harness the wearer could fit in vagina and rectum so as to join the fun. In all, that was one nice fuck, well worth the trouble of cleaning the apparatus off before returning it to its spot in Dr. Brenda’s bag with the still occupied Dynamic Duo none the wiser. Now it was time for a new experience, and an appetizing one, if the smells from the kitchen were to be believed.

Hm, maybe she had enough time to talk to the hostess prior to dinner. Strolling over to the couch, she extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Lana.”

“Lorna Paten.” The handshake was firm, dry, and friendly.

Lana looked at Pink, the cat seated next to Lorna. If she didn’t know better, Lana thought, she’d swear the cat was appraising her for taste. “I could swear that cat was pink colored! Where did you get him?”

“His name is Pink, actually. A friend of mine, Belinda leGacyl, owns him. She also owns a combination meat ranch and dairy not too far from here. One of her girls wanted to be cooked in an island cannibal fantasy, so she packed the whole crew up and took them to a private island for a primitive beach cook out. By now, I imagine they’re in a classic beach mode, gathered around the spit roasting girl and singing campfire songs. The cat couldn’t go with them, so Pink came to stay with me for a week.”

Lana was amazed that Lorna could so casually speak of cooking a woman. She was also worried about that “meat ranch and dairy”. Her imagination supplied the answers, but she decided she didn’t want to have them confirmed. On the other hand, there was a question bugging her she really wanted answered.

“Are you really planning to serve a girl’s hip tonight?” Lana asked, a bit surprised at her voice not sounding unbelieving or disapproving.

Lorna nodded. “Some of the best meat on earth, even if we women provide it. Up for it?”

Lana nodded. “A couple of days ago, I probably would have been nauseated. Now that I’ve had time to get used to the idea, I just think dinner smells great.”

“Jess and Miki are pretty good,” Lorna said. “Wait until we cook a whole woman. The experience is unbelievable.”

Lana mentally allowed as she could believe it. “You’re actually going to do that? Cook a woman? While we’re here?”

Lorna made a face. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? A ‘cannibal ritual’ I believe your professors said.”

“Not Tiffany!” That came in a rush and Lana’s face was full of concern.

“No,” Lorna said seriously. “I don’t think she was given a fair chance by Alice and Brenda. That gripes me and I’d never do it. The only women I ever keep in this place for food are those that actually want to be cooked, unbelievable as it may sound.”

“Really??!!” Lana was amazed. Also relieved. Looked like she wasn’t on the menu. “What on earth could make a woman volunteer for something like that?”

Lorna waved a hand. “Damned if I know, but it hits some girls that way. Vicki, for instance. She’s the one I was talking about. We’re going to be spitting her in a couple of days. You guys will get to experience the whole thing. Actually, it’s a very intensely sexual experience and the girl becoming dinner can have the most intensely sexual experience of all.”

Lana frowned in thought. “Dana said something about that regarding role play. I gather everyone gets their jollies when you cook a girl.”

Lorna nodded. “Okay if I interview Vicki?” Lana asked. “I’d like to get a first hand viewpoint from someone actually planning to go through with becoming meat.”

“Sure,” Lorna replied. “Sammi over there, the short haired one with the really taught body, did a tape a little while ago with a girl we had in for cooking. I think you might want to view it.”

They were deep into conversation when Miki called everyone to dinner.

Lorna was amused at the reaction from the professors and their party. Lana calmly enjoyed her dinner, while Tiffany was not only unfazed, she blithely kept up her conversation with Vicki during the meal. Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda made a great show of a Sacrifice for Science, but dived in after their first bites. There wasn’t very much in the way of leftovers. Especially with Pink relishing his share.

The next morning found Lana sunning herself by Lorna’s pool. What the hell, she thought, she was naked. May as well make good use of it. Last night she’d ended up in Lorna’s bed after the professors had gone back down to the apartment. Lana thought those two women looked so juiced from actually eating some of that girl, they probably grabbed one of those videos from the library and went straight to bed. Not to sleep, either.

“Morning.” It was Tiffany. The girl looked a little tousled, but then again she’d had an active night like Lana and the Dynamic Duo. In her case, Vicki was the hostess.

Once seated, it didn’t take long for Tiffany to open the conversation. As usual, it was something screwy. “Vicki told me they were going to cook her in a few days. I mean, that’s a wild concept! Then she told me that the girl gets to pick who gets to eat her pussy, and she wants me to have it. I think that’s cool, and really sweet of her! What do you think?”

Lana looked at the girl. “I think that’s nuts, Tiffany. Are you really going to do it? Eat her pussy, I mean?”

Tiffany shrugged, then her eyes got a twinkle. “Hey, I already had it raw last night. Vicki says the whole experience of being cooked is awesome. Her pussy really tastes great raw and it ought to be fabulous when it’s cooked.”

Lana shuddered, but, with ruthless self-examination, she realized she was also succumbing to the idea of cooking a woman. That girl meat last night was really succulent, and, at her request, Lorna had shown her a disk of a real spitting and cooking. By the time the blonde on the screen was golden brown and ready to carve, Lana was dying for a fuck. Lorna was more than obliging and the sex was fantastic! With some anticipation, she began to wonder what was next.

The next visitors to the pool casually supplied the answer. It was Jess and Miki, and after settling in they made an announcement. “We’re going to have Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda up here in a little while, ladies,” Jess said. “Miki and I are going to show them how to use some of the kitchen equipment for role play.”

Lana shuddered again, glad that Jess wasn’t asking her to volunteer. No telling where that would lead.

Miki added. “I also convinced Dr. Alice they both ought to experience some role play first hand. She and Dr. Brenda agreed as an interesting scientific experiment.”

Hoo, boy, Lana thought. No telling where that would lead. Especially given the reactions of the Dynamic Duo to that DVD and last night’s dinner. Hm. There just might be a possibility there…

Presently, there gathered in the kitchen a number of quite succulent naked women, basically to see that two of their number got their jollies with their first taste of role play as meat. Jess and Miki busied themselves setting things up, while Vicki and Tiffany tried to help with basic tasks and otherwise stay out of the way. Lana took on the role of Interested Observer. The Dynamic Duo, for whom this activity was in honor, were attempting to maintain an aura of Academic Detachment, and beginning to fail mightily as their excitement got the better of them.

Pink, from his position on the floor, was happily and interestedly appraising all of the above for the quality of their meat content. This was every bit as good as Belinda’s dairy and meat ranch when all the spit muffins were assembled. Catching sight of Lorna, curled in her couch with a good view of the goings-on in the kitchen, he decided to make a good thing better. He strolled back to her with a catlike (how else?) pace and hopped into her soft bare lap, Lorna being as nude as every other girl in the place. Settling in on her soft lap, he enjoyed the view of all the tender wiggling meat prancing around in the kitchen, with Lorna’s plush thighs in the foreground. Looking up at the view of Lorna’s expansive breastworks, he began to purr with contentment. It didn’t get any better than this, folks.

Carefully studying the state of the preparations, Lorna made an expert judgment on how much time would be needed before everything was ready. She also noted that an essential task had been left unperformed. Ergo, it was time for a little supervisory management. “Miki, would you please take Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda and get them cleaned out? There should be enough time and they might need it before the day’s through.”

Miki nodded, waving at the Dynamic Duo. Studying their nicely curved figures, Miki decided to give them the whole treatment, depilation and all. “Ladies, if you’d come with me? There’s something you have to do before you can enjoy the games.”

As Miki led the two academics off, Lorna considered several possibilities, then made a slightly regretful decision. She called, “Vicki, honey, come over here and sit next to me for a moment. I just need to talk to you.”

Miki led the Dynamic Duo to what looked like the tile anteroom to a girls’ locker room shower, with a variety of cabinets along one wall. Another wall had four quarter-inch copper pipe/nozzle combinations projecting from it with foot pedals under each pipe. A wide archway let the two academics see a row of toilet stalls, doors open, and a locker room style shower next to the stalls.

“All right,” Miki was saying, “if you plan to study woman eating from the inside, you need to experience the whole thing. You got to eat part of a girl last night. Today, we’ll go at it from the other end.” Miki was pretty sure what Lorna was thinking about these two, given her own experience with women and the whole woman-as-meat mindset.

She had decided what she was going to do and, given the way these two academic ego cases were looking at her, it was going to be delicious fun. Miki had the look of a former porn girl, but she was highly intelligent, one reason she and Jess were Lorna’s assistants. Given that intelligence, it both bugged her and amused her that Doctors Alice and Brenda considered her a curvy dumbbell. The revenge she had planned might exceed what Lorna had in mind, but it was going to be fun.

“First, we have to remove all of your body hair.” Rebellious looks. “That’s to keep it from catching fire if you decide to ride a role play spit.” Thoughtful looks. Repressed excitement. Nods of agreement.

Miki figured it was time to drop the bomb. “Then we have to clean you out internally. That means a deep enema, which is actually fun the way we do it.”

Dr. Brenda opened her mouth to express outrage. “It’s only polite to be clean if you’re going to use the equipment,” Miki continued smoothly. “Besides, you two are acting the part of real meat girls now, so you can study the phenomenon from the inside. Doing it shows real dedication to your project. Ought to look good in the paper you’ll be writing.” Or Lana will write for you, Miki thought. The fact that Miki could properly use a word like phenomenon passed right over the heads of the Dynamic Duo. Instead, thoughtful looks/repressed excitement were back in appearance. “Come on,” Miki continued, “and I’ll process you like we’d do Vicki for the spit.”

In the end, Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda stood quietly, only the occasional comment about “study” or “ritual” making an appearance, with arms out by their sides while Miki covered every inch of their bodies except their heads with depilatory cream. When Miki’s massaging hand roamed between their thighs, over their vulvas and deep between their buttocks, comments turned to little noises and squirming. “We’ll wash the cream off in the shower,” Miki told them. She had no intention of telling them the effect of the cream she was using was permanent, not the temporary cream used by Society candidates. Those two were going to be ready to cook at any time if a glorious opportunity should present itself in the future.

“Now,” Miki ordered, “turn around.” When the two turned to present nicely shaped smooth meaty bottoms, she reached over and spread Dr. Alice’s buttocks. “Just checking to see what size sheath we ought to use.”

“S-s-sheath?” Dr. Alice stammered.

“Um hm,” Miki commented absently as she spread Dr. Brenda’s buttocks to check her rectum. “You two aren’t as tight as some, but I think we’ll use the small size anyway.”

Reaching into a cabinet, Miki produced two inch-thick plastic penis replicas about six inches long and handed one to each of the academics. “Okay, slide this over one of the nozzles and grease it up pretty heavily. Grease your rectums up as far inside as you can reach, too. That’ll make the sheath go in easily. Or you can each get the other one to do it for you. Once you’re greased up, push your butt onto the sheath until you feel the wall against your cheeks. That way you’ll know it’s fully inside you. Then push down on the foot pedal. That will squirt jets of water up into your colon. When you’re full, push the button on the wall to eject the sheath. Hold it in place as a plug and get over to a toilet stall. There will be a drop chute for the plug. Once you’re finished in the toilet, I’ll meet you in the shower room and we’ll finish cleaning you up.”

Miki was an interested and amused observer as the two women went through the process she’d outlined. She noticed with some humor that the Dynamic Duo had chosen the lubricating method that involved putting a helpful greasy finger up - far up - the other women’s rectum. The looks of concentration as they slowly pushed their butts onto the plastic prongs were almost funny, too. The capper was the shocked expression that slowly faded to excitement as the jets of water erupted up their bowels as they pushed down on the foot pedals. Happy squeals, squirms and other noises began to accompany the whole exercise.

Miki had done it herself and she had to admit, though it was kinky, it was fun. She was looking forward to what happened when she got them in the shower and told them to put a long, soft, flexible plastic brush all the way up into each other’s rectums and finish the job by swabbing things out. She’d seen plenty of girls orgasm when undergoing that super butt-fuck and she’d bet this pair were no different.

Lorna was gone from her perch on the living room couch for a few minutes, checking on the Dynamic Duo. She’d found them in the shower, she reflected with a chuckle, bent over with Miki pumping both their bottoms with swabbing brushes. Judging from the noises and expressions the two women were making, the Dynamic Duo were having a great time. Miki appeared to be enjoying herself, too.

When she got back to the kitchen she found Tiffany hard at work slicing vegetables. Not only slicing, but cutting them into paper thin strips with the sure technique and quick practiced motions of a skilled chef. “I just found out the girl’s a fully trained chef,” Jess told Lorna with a smile. “Not only is she cutting the vegetables for tonight’s dinner, but she promised to show me how to do a real Italian pasta sauce. No more jars. We plan to saute those forearms from the brunette in the cooler and serve them over linguine with a real vegetable and olive oil sauce. It ought to be wonderful.”

“I didn’t want to say anything at first,” Tiffany said when asked about her cooking skills, “but there was so much more we could have done with that hip last night. I talked to Jess and we’re swapping recipes. I was trained in my family restaurant and graduated from cooking school a year or so ago, then I decided to get a real college degree. Actually, I love cooking.

“And cooking a woman… it’s just… cool!

“You know,” the girl said with a thoughtful look, “I’ve never cooked a woman. That’s a pretty big challenge. Jess says she’ll show me some of the tricks. Vicki and I both hope I’ll be able to help on her, because she has some great meat. I’ve got a few recipes in mind that ought to taste really fabulous, especially considering how wonderful woman meat tastes to begin with.”

Lorna took the girl’s hand and patted her on the forearm. “Honey, if you’re as good as you say, I guarantee you’ll be working on every girl we cook as long as you’re here. And you’ll be welcome back any time you want to come.”

Tiffany blushed a smile at the compliment, then turned with the others to watch the arrival of the sparkling clean Dynamic Duo. Lorna smiled too, but at the two women. This was going to be fun.

Pink was back on the couch, also watching the women. In his case, he was waiting for everyone to stop dancing around and cook somebody.

Lorna stepped in front of the Dynamic Duo and looked them over. It wasn’t really a meat inspection; that might come at a later time. She still didn’t want to push things. Hm, she thought, they were both about a hundred and thirty five pounds on a hundred and twenty five pound frame. A little extra, but smooth and shapely. Just the right amount of fat to add flavor. Basically, they still looked sophisticated, elegant… and very sexually excited. “Well, ladies, we have several options available for you today. Typical woman cooking methods, but I think we’ll start with a little light vulva grilling to get you familiar with the process. Dr. Alice, what say we start with you? Jess, Miki, would you please get the good doctor ready to go on the grill? When she comes off, Dr. Brenda, you’ll be able to nibble the juiciest pussy you’ve ever tasted. Let’s start.”

Following instructions, Dr. Alice got up on the cooking table on her elbows and knees. Lorna reflected that the woman was still able to project an air of sophisticated elegance in a posture that put her buttocks and vulva on full display. And a very nice pussy it was, too. Framed by those succulent thighs, it was full and plump, a true prime filet.

Jess explained the process to Tiffany. “Okay,” she said, producing a small jar and a fine pointed artist’s paintbrush, “we’ll dab just a bit of this stimulant on her clit and inner pussy lips. That will prime her for the grill. Next, we’ll cover her thighs, buttocks, and vulva with olive oil, to protect the sensitive areas from too much heat. Finally, we’ll cuff her ankles and wrists then gag her before we put her on the grill. It’s not really necessary with a willing girl, but it gives her more of the feeling of being meat and enhances the situation for everyone.”

Miki turned on the grill to the RP setting, slightly below serious cooking temperature, and coated the grill with oil. “Tiffany,” she said, “always keep the heat low for role play. The equipment has a special setting for that. The bars on the grill are made of a special carbon-pumice mixture that doesn’t heat up very fast. All she’ll feel is the heat from the heating elements and a little from the bars. It’s important not to hurt the girl. After all, you’ll probably want to try being the meat yourself some time.”

Once seated on the grill, a cuffed and gagged Dr. Alice began to put on quite a show. After a few moments, Alice felt the heat and the stimulant begin working. Her eyes rolled up and she began to moan and squirm on the grill as her pussy started toasting. After a moment, her body tensed, then spasmed, her torso arcing back with a juddering motion that made her breasts bounce. “Mmpph, mmpph, MMPPH!”

The audience to all this squirming, body contorting, and assorted noise was quite attentive. Dr. Brenda, on the other hand, wasn’t just attentive. She was fascinated. Lorna noticed her lick her lips as she stared at her counterpart/partner/lover, her eyes bright with excitement. That girl’s probably quite damp by now, Lorna thought, assessing Dr. Brenda’s state.

Dr. Alice certainly was. Occasionally, they could hear the sizzle of liquid hitting the heating elements. “That’s not sweat,” Miki commented to the group at large, “that’s girl juice. She’s so excited her pussy is leaking all over the grill. Always glad to see that. It helps season the bars.”

That opened the floor for comments. Lana: “That’s about the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen.”

Lorna: “Not yet. We’ll be doing a spit roasting next.”

Dr. Brenda, oblivious to everyone and their thoughts: “I would never have thought this could be so sexually stimulating.” (Academic comment spoken in a shaky, abstracted voice.)

Tiffany: “Awesome!”

Dr. Alice: “Mmpph, mmpph, MMPPH!”

When she was judged ready to “eat”, Dr. Alice was lifted off the grill and placed on her back on a large platter. As her ankles were reshackled to her wrists to leave her pussy exposed, a kitchen chair was placed in front of the squirming, moaning, clenching meal. “Dr. Brenda, if you’d do the honors?” Jess said.

Dr. Brenda wasted no time in seating herself, grabbing Dr. Alice’s full thighs and diving into the wet, spasming cunt delectably splayed in front of her. Judging by the rapidly bobbing and twisting head of Dr. Brenda and the squeals issuing from Dr. Alice’s clenched teeth, both were having a good time.

Dr. Alice eventually gave a final squeal and collapsed. Dr. Brenda slowly leaned back with a glazed expression, her mouth and chin shiny with juice. “I - I - I need… I need to be fucked… bad.”

“Oh, we’ll take care of the problem,” Jess said smoothly, helping the nearly limp woman from her chair. “First, though, there’s a few things we have to do.”

As Dr. Alice was released from her bonds and lifted from the platter, Miki cuffed Dr. Brenda’s hands across the small of her back and led her to a tall stool. “Now you just sit there until we’re ready for you, honey. You’re about to get a good ride of your own.”

Dr. Alice was lifted into a good sized pot full of steaming water on a low, fire lit brazier. She collapsed with her butt on the bottom of the pot, only her upper body and knees showing over the top of the water. “We’ll need some sauce for tonight,” Jess told Tiffany, “and she’s juicy enough to make plenty of it when she sees what’s coming next.”

They stood Dr. Brenda up and began to oil her body. Jess delicately smeared oil over her back, then drew her oily hands down the inside and outside of each buttock, taking time to squeeze and test the plump tender flesh. Miki oiled Dr. Brenda’s pubis, running her hand over the woman’s vulva and her fingers deep inside. “Got to protect you from the heat,” Jess commented with a smile.

An excited Dr. Brenda was lifted onto the cook table on her belly and Miki splayed her legs to reveal a very moist and quite plump vulva nestled underneath her round smooth mounds of buttock meat. As she fitted the bottom half of the hypermagnetic spit carefully up into Dr. Brenda’s vagina, Miki commented, “Relax, dear, you’re about to be spit roasted in role play. It won’t hurt you; we’ve all done it.”

Dr. Brenda had her doubts about that statement, but things seemed to be getting beyond control. She was already oiled up, flat on her belly on a cook table, and a group of female cannibals had just announced they were going to spit roast her as some kind of a game. To make matters even more weird, there was a pink cat sitting by her head, examining her body as though he was going to get a choice piece of it, cooked to order.

Pink just licked his lips and continued examining the menu.

Jess fitted the front half of the spit into Dr. Brenda’s mouth and Miki turned on the current linking the two halves as though they were a solid shaft through the woman’s body. Dr. Brenda’s torso went rigid when the current was switched on, just as if she was really spitted. Jess and Miki both turned the spitted woman onto her side, then Jess bound Dr. Brenda’s largish breasts together so they wouldn’t flop. Once Dr. Brenda’s legs were bound to the spit, both Jess and Miki looked on with satisfaction. Lana was looking on with wide-eyed amazement. “Now you’re ready,” Jess pronounced. “Let’s get her onto the rotisserie.”

Brenda felt herself lifted, then carried to the rotisserie. It felt strange, as though she was actually fully impaled on a metal bar, but she was comfortable for all of that. She was slightly jarred when they set the ends of the spit on the rotisserie fixtures, then the world started to turn in front of her open eyes as the motor started. Suddenly, she felt a tingling deep in her hips as a fixture on the end of the bottom half of the spit was activated. “Here you go, love,” a voice said. “That ought to get you going very nicely as you cook.”

Brenda panicked and struggled for a moment, trying to yell around the shaft in her mouth, but the words were garbled. She wasn’t meat! She didn’t want this! Then the tingling deep inside her started to wash over her emotions. After a few minutes, she relaxed and let the heat and - Oh, yes! - the delicate sensations of a basting brush on her most sensitive places wash over her consciousness. She submitted herself to the feelings, the tingling, the idea that she was roasting as meat. For an insane second, she realized the rigid straight posture forced her buttocks into prominence. Did her bottom look big on the spit? She fought down a giggle and lost herself in another idea. If her butt looked big, it would also look tasty and plump. She would be wonderful on a carving platter.

It was the first experience for both Lana and Tiffany at seeing the supremely erotic sight of a woman turning on a spit, and both could feel themselves reacting to the vision of the gleaming curves rotating in front of them. The convulsing woman, in a state of repeated orgasm, squealed around the spit end in her mouth and all of them were reacting to the music. Lana couldn’t help it. She had to stroke herself, then another delicate soft hand pushed hers out of the way and continued with the task. “It hits everyone like this,” Lorna breathed softly into her ear. “Just let go. We’ll go to the couch in a few minutes and really do this right.”

Tiffany and Vicki were locked together, passionately kissing, hands kneading each other’s bodies. They wouldn’t be far behind in the search for a place to stretch out. Dr. Alice was staring with an amazed look on her face, but it was easy to see her hands were busy under the water of the pot. The sauce tonight would be quite nicely flavored.

Pink was in cat heaven. On the one hand, he was already catching the delicate aroma of a girl over the fire, and on the other hand, there was one obviously cooking in a soup pot nearby. He really wasn’t sure if he should watch the show on the spit, hoping for a morsel to be carved off by the cook, or take a sip of the delicious stew he could also smell cooking. Decisions, decisions.

Pink wasn’t up on the concept of role play.

Jess grinned and called after Lana as she walked away with Lorna. “Don’t be too long, Lana. She’s already going nuts so we’ll be bringing her down soon, and you get the pussy.”

Dinner that night was quite the occasion, with everyone declaring (except the Dynamic Duo, who weren’t up to declaring) Tiffany’s linguini and sauteed forearm dish to be a rousing success. Lorna was actually quite surprised. Forearms were normally beach cookout material because they tended to be slightly tough. They were good enough for the beach over a driftwood fire, but not usually a prime dinner dish. This meat, filleted over a bed of marvelously prepared linguini and sauce, had obviously been given the attention of an artist. Tiffany, though Lorna, was worth her weight in gold as a chef. She resolved to introduce the girl to Carol, the Society of Lilith chef, as soon as possible.

Beneath the table, Pink was quite happy with the meat slivers in his bowl. He hadn’t had cat food since coming to live with Belinda and considered girl meat far superior. He was quite pleased that Lorna was continuing the custom of feeding him as he deserved.

Sammi, up with Dana for dinner, noticed the slightly worn out appearance of the two academics, along with the way they were gingerly sitting in their chairs, and put two and two together. “Dr. Alice, Dr. Brenda,” she said, “you two have had a good role playing session today. I’m jealous!”

Dana commented, “Sammi loves role play. She goes totally crazy on a spit as soon as the heat hits her.”

Dr. Brenda replied in an elegant, sophisticated fashion. “I must admit, it was quite exciting. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. My personal observations will form an important part of our study. In fact, we both want to experience spit roasting and grilling several more times while we’re here, to complete our observations.”

Lorna snorted. She’ll just bet the two wanted to “experience spit roasting several more times”. If their performance today was any yardstick, those two would be on the heat as much as they could from here on out. “I’m sure Jess or Miki can show you how to do it on the equipment in your apartment. One of us will come down and show you tomorrow, and I’m certain Lana will be glad to act as cook.”

Lana nodded. Boy would she ever! Cook the two egos, not her!

Vicki piped up. “Role play is great, and I really love it, but the sensations from a real cooking are about ten times stronger. That’s why I want to do it. There’s only one ride to a customer, but it’s the ultimate ride.”

Lorna noted both academics got quiet and thoughtful at that remark. Their expressions weren’t lost on Lorna.

Several days later, Lana was up visiting Lorna, curled up with her on the couch and expounding on the world in general and the Dynamic Duo in particular. “Ever since that role play thing, those two have had me put them on spits twice a day at least,” Lana said with a deep sigh. “Not that I mind, understand. The whole experience is supremely sexy. On the other hand, I haven’t had time to do any compiling and barely any time to take notes. This is supposed to be an academic study, you know.”

Lorna smiled. “I take it they’re part of the study, now.”

Lana nodded with some exasperation. “Oh, by all means! They’ve fallen like a ton of bricks. They call each other meat and take every opportunity to squeeze body parts and comment on how nice they feel and how they’d be cooked best. They’ve got it bad, let me tell you. Actually, I’m happy their meat fixation is on each other, not lesser beings like me and Tiffany.”

“Well,” Lorna said with a twinkle in her eye, “if it makes you feel any better, you and Tiffany both would be superb roasting girls. Plenty of good meat and just the right texture. The taste of your pussies is excellent, too. That usually means your flesh will be quite tasty if done right.”

Lana shuddered and said ironically, “Thanks, just what I didn’t want to hear.”

Lorna giggled. “Oh, relax. I was just pulling your chain. Not that what I said isn’t true, you understand, but neither of you are kitchen material here. I’d be very interested in what you come up with on your study, and Tiffany’s abilities as a cook are worth their weight in diamonds. Believe me, she gets a pass. You do, too, because I’m interested in what you’re doing. I’d kind of like to see what a professionally trained observer would find to write about woman eating.”

Lana got enthusiastic. “Oh, there’s lots to write about! I realize I’m only seeing one aspect of the culture, but your methods and the way girls react to them are really something I find interesting. Even Vicki is becoming quite a character study. Are you going to be cooking her soon? I’m getting quite a lot of good material from her.”

“Maybe,” Lorna said noncommittally, “and maybe not. Depends on a few things.”

Lorna looked off into the distance and said thoughtfully, “Possibly it’s time to get the Dynamic Duo up here and give them a few options.”

Lana started at the other woman for a few seconds, then a smile began to blossom. “You know, Lorna Paten, you just might be right.”

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Pink thought the tableau in the living room quite interesting. Lorna was seated in an easy chair, not her normal place, and two quite delectable walking menus were seated on the couch in front of her. He jumped up on the back of Lorna’s chair to get a better view of the prospective dinners.

Lorna was leaning forward as she talked to the two academics with her elbows on her knees and hands clasped. The posture brought her magnificent bare breasts into prominence as her upper arms squeezed them. That wasn’t lost on Drs. Alice and Brenda, who tried to maintain their composure while occasionally licking their lips at the sexually tantalizing sight in front of them. The effect wasn’t lost on Lorna, since she’d adopted it with malice aforethought to provide a distraction. “Of course,” Lorna was saying smoothly, “I’m quite interested in how your study is coming. It would be so much better if you were here for the whole roasting of a girl, but we’re not quite ready to do that for a while yet. Actually…”

Lorna broke off and took on a thoughtful expression. “If one of you were to become the roast, instead of some unqualified girl, I imagine the process would become far more notable in professional circles. Academic immortality, and all that.”

This precipitated a low voiced discussion between the members of the Dynamic Duo. Cutting out the professorial gobbledy gook, it boiled down to several salient points: Yep, it would add real punch to the study if one of them were dinner. Besides, they were both interested in the “ultimate fuck” Vicki described, and you had to go sometimes, why not with a bang? Which one of them was the question, since both wanted to try it. Why not both, since whoever did it would become an Academic Immortal, and there was nothing with more impact than a Noble Sacrifice for Science? Why let Tiffany, the previously designated Sacrifice, get the notoriety? Ergo…

“I must admit the idea has a certain attraction, Lorna,” Dr. Alice said.

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“But we feel the study would best be highlighted if we both underwent the process,” Dr. Brenda added.

“Well, I think we could arrange that,” Lorna said with a straight face. “In fact, to do the experiment justice, we ought to arrange a special gathering. The two of you would provide quite a bit of meat, you know.” (Pleased expressions from Duo.)

Pink didn’t really understand most of the conversation, leaving aside the fact that most of humanity wouldn’t have understood the Dynamic Duo’s jargon, but he gathered the pair of succulent dinners on the couch were now officially on the menu. He licked his lips and contemplated choice portions.

Lorna sat up in her chair with a businesslike attitude. “All right, ladies. If we’re going to prepare you, we need to have a meat evaluation. On your feet, legs together, arms by your sides, just like in my office.”

Lorna stood up with them and watched as the two positioned themselves side by side in the posture directed. They were close enough together that she could run a hand down each one simultaneously and evaluate both at the same time. “Good upper arms,” she said in her professional meat evaluation voice, “and your forearms ought to turn out better than those we had in Tiffany’s recipe.”

She squeezed a breast each. “Excellent. These should make some nice breast stew.”

Down the flanks to the hips. “Good meat tone. Hip cutlets very full and fleshy. Both of your bellies have a nice smooth dome. Just the right amount of fat. Thighs well toned with very good meat content. Hm. (Squeeze.) Pubic mounds are quite plump. That will make for some nice prime filets. Turn around.

“Okay, backs nicely fleshed. The buttocks are particularly excellent, smooth with… um hm, good heft and they squeeze nicely. Ought to slice like butter once they’re properly done. Inner thighs are quite tender, too. Bend over ladies and spread. I want to judge your pussies.”

When they did, Lorna ran a finger around outer pussy lips, noticing as she did so that both women were damp. These two were so into the idea of being meat they were getting off on the inspection. Ought to be quite a show once they’re on the coals for real. She tested by inserting a finger in each cunt, drawing it back wet. A taste of the juices on her fingers told Lorna that these two were very flavorful. In passing, Lorna noted these women’s little bottom holes weren’t quite as tight as some she’d seen. They still needed a little preparation, but stuffing them ought not be a problem.

Once the Dynamic Duo were erect and facing her again, Lorna took careful note of the bright excitement in their eyes. “Hot, are we?” Two nods. “Why don’t we go back to my bedroom and work off some of that excitement? Then we can lie there and talk about how I think you ought to be cooked.” Two nods. Sounded like a plan.

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The morning of the party, Lorna led her two new meat girls out into the living room after their daily enema. The Dynamic Duo had been living upstairs and sleeping with her after making their decision to volunteer, a decision perfectly all right with Lana. “Now, ladies, we’ve been working on loosening up those little bottom holes of yours,” Lorna said with a twinkle and the memory of her strap-on pumping both plump bottoms, “but you still need to be more open for stuffing this afternoon. Both of you go into the kitchen and lean over the counter. I’ll get a couple of butt plugs that ought to do the job.”

When Lorna brought the plugs into the kitchen, she was greeted with the sight of both naked women leaning forward with their elbows on the counter, a posture that brought both their meaty rumps into prominence. They were close enough together to rub silken hip to silken hip and were whispering and giggling to each other. “Spread your legs, please,” she said.

Pink, who was on the kitchen counter supervising, walked over to get a little better appreciation of the meat. A few sniffs told him it was so good that he just had to lean over and bite off a test piece from Brenda’s butt. A sharp, “No!” form Lorna squelched that plan. Oh, well, back to the drawing board.

When the two did as directed, Lorna greased up the plugs and right index finger, then spread Dr. Brenda’s deep cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. She inserted her greasy finger deep into the woman’s rectum, thoroughly lubricating the little hole. Putting the head of the thick plug to the little sphincter, she pushed gently. Dr. Brenda sucked in her breath slightly, but the woman was obviously concentrating on being as relaxed and loose as possible. As she slowly and firmly pushed in the plug, Lorna said in a crooning voice, “That’s it. Just like a nice butt fuck.

“There,” she said as the plug was inserted completely. “That’s got it. Now for you, Dr. Alice.”

After plugging Dr. Alice’s soft round rump, Lorna stepped back and surveyed both women with satisfaction. “That should take care of you both. Go and lie down on the carpet for a while, or whatever you want, but keep those plugs in place. Just before the guests show up, I’ll replace the plugs with meat thermometers and we’ll set the two of you up like you wanted.”

Pink hopped off the counter to follow the pair and make sure they properly cared for what promised to be an excellent meal.

When the various women invited to the barbecue arrived, the first thing they saw in the living room after they stripped were Dr. Alice and Dr. Brenda, cuffed and gagged, apparently impaled. standing with their ankles cuffed to rods running up from stands on the floor, between their legs, and into their vaginas. High heeled beach clogs kept their feet clean. “The top’s about nine inches of plastic prick,” Lorna was explaining. “Doesn’t hurt them, and they wanted it this way. They both wanted to feel like captive girls waiting for a cannibal tribe to cook them. They seem to like it, actually. I think they’re getting off on the whole thing.”

Indeed, the rods were short enough to allow both women to flex slightly and get a nice low grade fuck from time to time. Those occasions got more frequent as the guests, drinks in hand, would wander over to stroke the menu or test a particularly tasty looking portion with a squeeze or heft.

The second thing, and what got the next greatest amount of questions from those that had never seen him, was Pink. “Is that cat really pink?” was commonly heard, followed by the usual round of pink pussy jokes. Pink ignored all of this blather as beneath him. His task, as he saw it, was to insure that the two actual pink pussies were prepared and served in a manner satisfactory to the Lord and Master, i.e. him.

Lana was amazed as she stared at Drs. Alice and Brenda. “I knew they were over the edge,” she told Lorna, “but I didn’t realize they were this far gone.”

“It’s been pleasant downstairs,” she continued. “Tiffany and Vicki have been good company, not to mention great in bed. Vicki’s been pretty good about having to give up her turn on the spit to the Dynamic Duo, but Tiffany and I have had to occasionally give her a little rub down to get her mind off her disappointment. Not having those professorial pains in the ass around allowed me to get some work done, too. I’ll have the study pretty well wrapped up once I’ve written up the notes I’m going to take from the grilling tonight.”

As she talked, Lana was watching Dr. Alice as she flexed up and down on her shaft, fucking herself again. A deep moan announced Alice had gotten where she wanted to go. Several appreciative women clapped. Pink was ready to get this sort of preliminary out of the way and start the main event.

Lorna smiled as she watched. “Better take them early, then, because you’re going to have other things on your mind once we start on the Dynamic Duo. They asked for old fashioned solid spits instead of the two part models, since they’ve experienced the two-part jobs. Wanted something different. Anyhow, watching them spitted and grilling will totally take your mind off anything else except watching them cook and getting laid.”

“You’re not going to spit roast them?” Lana asked.

Lorna shook her head. “No, I’m not set up here to whole roast two girls at the same time. Once they’re spitted, we’ll grill them on the same grill. The spit will make it easy to turn them for even cooking.”

“Even with this group, that seems like a lot of meat wriggling on those poles,” Lana commented, watching the way the meat thermometers in their asses waggled as they flexed on their poles.

“It is,” Lorna said. “Those two are real prizes. We’ll keep them on the grill until both are gone, then take Brenda to the cooler, after harvesting her prime filet. Those should be eaten fresh. Then we’ll carve up Alice for the portions everybody wants and finish them on the grill to order.”

After everyone had arrived and had time to socialize and check out dinner, Lorna announced that it was time to begin cooking the meat. Alice and Brenda were lifted off their poles and taken into the kitchen, where they were shackled with their ankles and wrists together, leaving them deeply bent over, vulvas and buttocks exposed, rectums gaping open. Tiffany brought out a big stainless steel bowl full of a stuffing she’d specially prepared and helped Jess push handfuls into the women’s rectums. Occasionally, they would take thick wooden dowels and compress the stuffing inside the women’s colons so more could be inserted. Judging from the wriggles and low moans, this was another part of the preparation process that appealed to the good doctors’ finer sensibilities.

It also appealed to Pink, who studied the process with great care to insure everything was done right. “That damn cat’s a gourmet,” Jess commented.

Finally, both were full and Alice was unshackled to be laid out on her belly on the stuffing table. Miki wheeled the automatic spitter up between Alice’s widely spread legs, mounted a long ventilated spit, and positioned the shaft with the point several inches up her vagina. Miki set the machine to pulsing the rod back and forth, to be soon rewarded with a series of gasps, moans and a final rising scream. As Alice’s vulva clenched the pole, Miki activated the mechanism and the spit was steadily pushed into the woman, exiting a few moments later out of her mouth while Miki held her head in the correct position. Brenda, still shackled and bent over a few feet away, watched avidly, fully aware that she was seeing the fate awaiting her and excited about it.

Once Alice had her arms bound to her sides and her legs tied to the spit, Brenda was brought up next to her and the whole process repeated. Judging by the way Alice was rolling her eyes and squirming on the spit, she was enjoying Brenda’s spitting as much as the rest of the watching audience.

Willing volunteers helped clamp crossbars on either end of the two spits, then carry the spitted women to the already warmed up grill. With the women laid belly-down on the grill, buttocks happily flexing as they fucked yet another stiff rod up their vaginas, everybody settled back to watch them cook as Tiffany and Jess spread seasoned olive oil over their curvaceous, meaty bodies. After a while, they were turned on their backs, allowing Tiffany to play with an oily basting brush on their vulvas. She enjoyed the way the two women would convulse every time the brush trailed gently down their clits.

For their parts, Alice and Brenda were aware they were next to each other, aware of the heat on their stretched out bodies, and didn’t give a damn about the discomfort of having their heads forced back by the rigid carbon pole running through their bodies and up their throats. They could flex and squirm against the rigid shafts, and each time they did, a blast of orgasmic sensation shot up from their clits. On their bellies or on their backs didn’t matter. The all encompassing heat, the knowledge they were nothing now but meat on a stick, and the ever present, ever changing waves of orgasm that surged through their slowly-cooking bodies were all their world.

Watching the two beautiful oily forms convulse in the heat was getting to Lana. It was just like Vicki said: like a role play cooking, but ten times more powerful. She had no desire to ever find herself on the spit, but watching a live woman cook, smelling the delicate aroma of such flavorful meat, was supercharging her sex drive.

Apparently someone else was getting charged up too. A soft hand started caressing her buttocks, trailing a finger down the split towards her vulva, and that, along with the vision of the two grilling women, was driving her wild. She turned to see who it was, and gasped in shock. “Dean Janeway!”

Karyn Janeway, nude, firm, and the proud possessor of a mature and curvaceous full bodied figure, smiled back at Lana, but didn’t leave off playing with her buttocks. “Karyn, tonight. Lorna invited me over to watch the Dynamic Duo barbecue, and that was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.”

Karyn looked at the kitchen table for a moment. “Is that cat pink?!”

“Miaow!” Shut up, basically. Pink thought all these unnecessary questions were a distraction from watching Alice and Brenda cook.

Karyn let her eyes drift back to the grill and the two cooking women, their convulsions slowly becoming less frequent. “They look lovely, don’t they. And smell that way, too. I think I’m finally going to get some good use out of that pair, or at least a good steak.”

She turned back to Lana. “The way they’re slowing down, they ought to be gone soon. Shall we finish what I’ve started after they stop moving? You have a lovely body, and there’ll be plenty of time before they carve Alice to sneak in a quick fuck or two.”

Lana nodded enthusiastically, then melted into the older woman’s arms.

When Lana and Karyn emerged from the back, rumpled and satisfied, it was to find Alice, nicely browned, stretched on her belly on a large carving platter. Tiffany, big carving knife and fork in hands, was taking requests. She was quite happy as she sliced another steak off Alice’s buttock. Not only was she having fun, but Carol, the Society’s cook, was here and had invited her to her island in the Keys for an advanced course in how to cook women. Carol had told her there would be plenty of fresh meat for her to learn on, and a chance at a position with the Society’s staff. Things were really looking up.

Pink also felt that way. His bowl was full of delicately shredded back meat from Alice. He set to with a will.

Things were really looking up for Lana, as well. As she watched Jess finish grilling her thigh steak to a nice medium doneness, she reflected that her study project was going to be quite interesting once it was written up. Dr. Janeway - Karyn - had told her it would never be put in a professional journal, but that she’d take care of evaluating it and getting it privately published to the Society’s members once it was done. Her doctorate was in the bag. Not only that, but Lorna had told her she was getting Alice’s cunt steak as a special treat.

Life looked good. Finally, she reflected as she bit into a succulent morsel from Alice’s prime filet, she’d accomplished both of her major objectives. She’d done her graduate project and, best of all, it was Alice’s pussy she was eating, not the other way around.

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All the girls seem to love Pink and want him in the stories. He was originally a throwaway character that played off a member’s avatar on the Dolcett Girls Forum. However, the damn cat moved in and took over the place, as they all seem to do.

Well, Belinda’s place isn’t lacking for real characters, and Pink is certainly one of them.

As he says, “Miaaow.” (Translation: “These stories are all about me anyhow.”)

Leo

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