Lilith 11: Shopping for Dinner by Leo

Ming-Ming inspired this story because she liked the Society. She also booted my butt to finish it. I hope she likes her part in it. Thanks, Ming.

Shopping for Dinner by Leo

Lorna stretched happily on the poolside lounger, quite relaxed. This was really the place to have a business meeting. Looking down at her own lush curves, barely covered by one of her favorite tiny thong bikinis, she snorted. Some business outfit, she decided. Still, it was what a girl commonly wore to places like this. It was expected, actually.

The rooftop hotel pool had plenty of people, although not to the point where it was crowded. Hard tanned bodies abounded, however, male and female. She glanced across the various points of interest with varying degrees of attention. Sexual interest at the males, of course (skipping the obvious and dreaded Miami metrosexual), while there was an additional reason to study the expansive girl flesh on display. The women looked sexually appealing to her too, but Lorna was also expertly appraising their meat. In addition to being president of the Society of Lilith, a semi-underground organization for women, she was a dedicated woman eater. There was really nothing more exciting than a girl on the spit, she thought, watching her cook and enjoying the succulent taste of her meat. Many of the girls were so toned down they wouldn’t feed a large group, but their flesh looked like it had excellent low fat texture. Jess and Miki, her assistants, would certainly be able to make any number of healthy, tasty meals out of the girls at this pool.

Lorna was an expert at judging women because that was one of her primary responsibilities as president of the Society. Entry into the Society of Lilith as a candidate was easy - recommendation by a member - but the next part was harder. The Society had four beach festivals on a private Caribbean island every year, where four women were roasted to feed the crowd. Volunteer roasters were always accepted, of course, but the majority of the meat was provided by candidates chosen from a lineup on the first day. A candidate that survived four choosings was a full member. Lorna, as president, did the choosing with the help of Carol, the Society’s chef. She’d been doing it for a while, too.

Looking at the lounger next to her, Lorna took a moment to study the young woman in it. Ming was a candidate member, currently acting as a intern at the modeling agency Lorna owned, the Aldyke Agency. Her face was distinctly oriental and her solid curvy frame - also barely covered in an equally tiny bikini - was quite appealing. Ming was along today to take notes and run any errands Lorna and the women she was here to meet might need. It was a good way for the girl to get a little business experience while she went through college. Always assuming she didn’t end up as some really succulent steaks at one of the beach fests, the experience would stand her in good stead later.

Lorna glanced at her watch, then looked up to see a very attractive blonde around thirty, tall, with a round, friendly face and the form of a Greek goddess displayed in yet another of the standard minimal bikinis, headed her way. Right on time. The woman’s business card read Ariadne Blythe, Purveyor of Fine Woman Flesh, and she was here because Lorna was in a bind.

Ariadne pulled an empty lounger over next to Lorna and settled in with a sigh of pure enjoyment. “Ah,” she happily said in a soft British accent, “this certainly beats Blighty. I love Miami. Any comparison with Brighton Beach is best not dwelt on, for my money. Ms. Paten, I assume?”

“Lorna. And this is Ming.”

“Ariadne,” she said as she shook hands with the other two. Surveying Lorna’s lush, not quite zaftig plump form, she added, “And may I say you look delicious. I’d love to have you in my inventory.”

Lorna grinned. She’d had that compliment before, and played this game as well. “Why, thank you,” she said with a sweet smile and a slow, ominous scan of Ariadne’s body. “I have to say you also look like you’d make a wonderful meal or two yourself. I recently cooked a woman with your lovely body structure and she was superb. Your meat looks to be at least the same quality, if not better.”

Ariadne thought about continuing, trying to one up the woman that had just one upped her, then thought better of it. Lorna looked cuddly and quite tasty, with a very sweet smile. Rumor had it, however, there was nobody in Miami harder and more ruthless when she needed to be, and there were quite a few hard and ruthless characters in Miami. Best to smile and nod at the compliment, if compliment it was, and move on to business.

Watching the thought process run behind Ariadne’s eyes, Lorna repressed a little giggle. So much for who’s - the - boss games. Business was now coming, if she was any judge.

Ariadne proved Lorna right by settling back and asking conversationally, “After that amusing little exchange, I’m quite interested in discovering why you sought me out. I would think a woman of your connections had no need of my procurement talents.”

Lorna frowned slightly. “Actually, I do, although I’m still on the edge about it. I’m hosting a conference of the top members of the Society of Lilith on our island in a few days and I need a girl to cook.”

Waving a hand to indicate the various model quality females on display. “I could get one like them fairly easily. In fact, I have one in my pantry right now, but she wouldn’t quite feed the whole group. It would take too long to find another volunteer, and I’d really rather cook just one girl. Call it a quirk of mine, but I’d prefer to cook just one, rather than two. What I really need is a woman with a little more meat on her.”

“Like you?” There was no innuendo in the question. Ariadne was trying to make an assessment.

Lorna nodded. “I’m not all that tall. Maybe about ten pounds more on a larger frame. I understand you specialize in girls for group feasts.”

Ariadne nodded. “Yes. In fact I have a number in stock right now. A rather amusing story in fact. When would you be available to look them over?”

Lorna looked at Ming, who had the open daytimer on her lap. “You’ve got a couple of meetings tomorrow, Lorna, but nothing Miki or Jess couldn’t handle. You want to clear the day?”

Lorna nodded. “Sounds good. Is that okay with you, Ariadne?”

Ariadne smiled brightly. “Excellent! We’ll call that one done.

“Now, since I have nothing on tap for the rest of the day,” she added with a more sexually interested assessment of Lorna, “would you be so good as to apply a good bit of this sun blocker to me, and we’ll enjoy the day? Fair Yorkshire skin doesn’t do all that well in this Miami sunshine.”

Taking the bottle and studying where she wanted to start stroking Ariadne’s luscious body, Lorna commented. “Sounds like a plan. And I’ll expect you to come home with me for dinner tonight at my place. There’s a very nice thigh in the cooler Jess will be fixing.”

“I don’t really have much with me to wear except a cover-up.”

Lorna gave her a very telling expression. “Clothing isn’t worn in my place, so that won’t matter. If you enjoy the evening, we’ll leave from there tomorrow.”

Ariadne smiled back. “Excellent idea,” she said as she rolled over on her belly exposing a body entirely nude except for three not particularly thick strings. “Now do you think you can fully cover my back half? This dental floss I’m wearing really doesn’t give much protection.”

Ariadne was fully nude later in Lorna’s apartment, sipping wine and slightly bemused at the goings-on in the place. Also the amount of bare female flesh, since all of the women in the place were naked. Blonde Jess and dark haired Miki were busy with the meal while Lorna chatted about a business matter with Ming. Jess and Miki were rather well built, in the 36C-26-36 category, and had the weathered good looks of former porn stars and biker girls, which they were. Both were also Lorna’s assistants at the Aldyke Agency, and doing rather well for themselves. They were two of the full time residents in Lorna’s spacious penthouse in fashionable South Beach, while Ming was also staying in Lorna’s building, rent free during her internship.

The other current tenant, Joline, a twenty something predatory beach girl type, was helping Jess in the kitchen. Ariadne considered this a bit ironic, since Joline was a volunteer in the pantry, awaiting her own turn as a meal. Ariadne shook her head in resignation. There was no understanding the mentality of the type, but she was grateful they existed. They were her business, after all.

Lorna took some wine of her own and sat down on the couch next to Ariadne. “I’m curious,” she told her, “you said the girls in your inventory were an amusing story. I’d like to hear it.”

Ariadne smiled as she sipped her wine. “You might call them volunteers, just like your Joline. Actually, they are volunteers, you know, signed Kevorkian declarations and all that. I had a recent brainstorm after a visit to Belinda LeGacyl’s a while back, and began looking for my own crop of spit muffins. I added a bit of inducement, though.”

Lorna quirked an eyebrow. “I told them all, prior to signing, that I was going to run a guaranteed weight loss clinic, wherein each would lose at least fifteen pounds. I also told them, and I intend to do so, that I was going to release the two best achievers, those that lost the most weight, with my best wishes and some money. Those with insufficient achievement at the time I needed to make a sale or wanted some meat were fair game. They regard it as a game of Survivor for real. Complete with all of the conniving and backstabbing, by the way. Several of them are real bitches, as you’ll see tomorrow.”

Lorna looked thoughtful. “So they expect things like my visit? And the purchase?”

Ariadne nodded. “Part of the challenge. Some nervousness and a bit of unwillingness, but they’ll rise to the occasion. They already have once. Don’t ask me to explain it. Mix spit muffin tendencies with some strange mental attitudes and you have the idea.”

Lorna sipped her wine, deep in thought for the moment. Her questions, casually asked, were actually quite critical. Although she needed the meat, the idea of buying a girl to cook set her teeth on edge. There was no way she was going to take an innocent or unwilling captive. She had every intention of grabbing Ariadne for the barbecue if her stock was unwilling slaves. However, the answers were the right ones, if a bit strange. “At least that sets my mind at rest about a few things.”

Ariadne smiled. “I’m glad it does. I’m sure it also makes me safer, too.” Her eyes said she knew what was on Lorna’s mind.

Ariadne placed a soft hand on Lorna’s nude thigh. “Now that that’s settled, can we discuss what we want to do after dinner?”

Actually, there was a bit of entertainment after dinner before other things took over. “We like to whole roast a girl for guests,” Jess explained to her, “but we really don’t need the meat. Samantha and Diane, who live down stairs, are off on one of Sammi’s film assignments and other friends are out of town, so we’re lacking a real group to make it worthwhile to cook Joline. Instead, Ming offered to ride a role play spit, and you’re invited to be the cook for the occasion.”

Since custom was the cook got to nibble the pussy of the “roastee” after she came off, and a girl fresh off a role play spit was in the throes of intense continuous orgasm, a bit delirious, and had just about the wettest pussy imaginable, Ariadne was highly willing. “Lead me to it,” she said happily, “or Ming, as it were.”

Ming, lying on her belly on the kitchen island, levered herself up on her elbows and said happily to Ariadne, “I always enjoy this. Been looking forward to it, in fact. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.”

Ariadne ran a caressing hand down the girl’s back and cupped a plump bare buttock. “The meal looks wonderful, my dear,” she answered. “What say we get to it and have you seen to?”

The two part hypermagnetic spit they were going to use was really two halves of an immensely strong directional magnet, reasonably harmless to the girl on it as long as she wasn’t left too long or used it too often. Once both halves were in place in the woman, the current was turned on and locked her in place just like a solid spit. The stimulator that tipped the bottom half inside her pussy or ass got her revved up once it was on, and kept her that way.

Ming nodded happily, and spread her legs. It wasn’t long before she felt the soft tip of the bottom half of the spit pushing up inside her, WAY up inside her. She happily opened her mouth for the front half. When the current was turned on, she felt as though she really was on a spit, with the exception that the electrostimulator that tipped the bottom half was already running thrills through her hips. A slim meat thermometer inserted into her bottom just added to the fun and allowed the cook to monitor her body temperature and keep her from getting heat stroke.

Ming was well on the way to getting revved up.

Jess and Miki quickly bound the girl’s hands to her sides and her breasts together to keep them from flopping, then put her on the rotisserie. As she started turning over the heating coils, kept reasonably low to keep from hurting her, Ariadne took an oily basting brush and began her appetizing chore.

As Ming rotated over the coils, she could feel the heat hitting her body in waves. She could also feel the sensations building to wave after wave of strong orgasm. One hit her and she convulsed with an audible squeal. The part in her mouth didn’t block her vocal cords so she was able to make noise, exciting for both her and the audience.

Ariadne loved watching the beautiful curves of Ming’s luscious oily figure as she slowly turned on the spit. She felt a woman never looked more beautiful than at that time, and Ming was a gorgeous roast. She lightly trailed her oily brush across nipples and pubis, drawing yet another convulsion, then between the girl’s buttocks and down to the juncture of the thighs. All of her efforts were rewarded with the most exciting squirming on the spit and fabulous noises. Ming was putting on a wonderful show. Role play? Yes. Exciting? Very!

Ming put on an even better show a little later when she was taken off the spit and served to the cook on a platter. On the whole, Ariadne thought later after a long session of highly active sex with Lorna, quite an unforgettable evening.

The next day, Lorna was standing next to Ariadne as she paused at the front door to her own large, secluded home on the outskirts of Miami. “As you may note,” Ariadne said over her shoulder as she unlocked the door, “there are both similarities and differences between Belinda’s meat ranch and dairy and my own more humble establishment.”

No sooner than the door opened, than a a young auburn haired woman appeared, gloriously nude with a nicely voluptuous body, her pubic mound hairless as though she was in the pantry. Her age, Lorna thought, should be in the early twenties, but the girl was so baby faced it was a little hard to tell. “Hi, boss,” the girl said, “I’ll get your stuff. Ms. Paten, would you like me to take your clothing for you?”

“Thank you, Lolita,” Ariadne replied. Turning to Lorna she added, “I also live in a clothing optional zone, since all of the other women in the place are nude. You may keep yours or undress and give them to Lolita to put aside for you.”

Lorna nodded her approval of the idea, undressed along with Ariadne, and bemusedly let Lolita carry off her things. Once the girl was gone, Lorna asked, “Lolita?”

Ariadne shrugged as she led the way past a spacious and comfortably furnished living room and into a fully equipped home office only slightly less large. “A little joke of mine, actually. She looked so young, but she’s actually twenty six. I’ve forgotten her real name. Picked her up a while back and kept her when she proved to have quite an aptitude for spitting and cooking women. I have absolutely none, by the way, although I love the meat. I let her do it all. I simply convinced her she was on the menu if she couldn’t do the job and she’s been my chief cook and bottle washer ever since.”

Sitting before a desk computer, Ariadne signaled for Lorna to make herself comfortable. “I’ll fire up the machine, and we can go over my current stock to give you some idea what’s available. Then we’ll go over and give them a physical examination. I’m sure I have someone that will suit your bill as meat for the barbecue.”

After a quick review of background computer files, the women agreed it was time to check out some meat on the hoof. “Lolita,” Ariadne yelled, “where are the girls right now, love?”

After a moment, Lolita looked in. “They’re in the exercise room.”

Ariadne grinned. “Hm, if everyone’s supposed to be working out… Find Emily on whatever couch she’s parked her delicious butt and tell her to come in here. After we’ve looked at her, my dear, we’ll go appraise the rest of the meat in the gym. Please join us. I may need you to take a few notes or something.”

After a few moments, Lolita was back, leading a slightly plump short haired faux blonde in her early thirties with a large set of natural breasts and a slightly sickly expression. Appraising the blonde’s meat - and noticing the very faint cellulite dimples in a few places - Lorna decided here was one that wasn’t quite with the weight loss program. Tsk.

She looked like a real crowd pleaser at a barbecue, and very juicy. Judging from the expression, the woman knew it, too.

Ariadne and Lorna walked over to do a more physical evaluation. While Emily watched anxiously, Lorna squeezed her upper arms - good cook out potential there - then hefted one of the large breasts, not because it was good meat but because it was fun. The sides were well fleshed, the belly soft and nicely domed, and Emily had a very plump pubic mound. Her inner thighs were very tender, too.

Curiously, although Emily was obviously nervous, she never made a sound or said anything during the examination. Lorna looked a question at Ariadne, who smiled.

“My stock is very well trained,” she explained. “Emily, turn around and bend to show us your pussy, please.”

Emily did so, exposing a very plump and meaty cunt. It would make real gourmet dish. Lorna noted with wry amusement it was also slightly damp, indicating the examination and the possibilities of becoming a meal weren’t exactly repugnant to the woman.

When Emily stood straight, Lorna ran her hand lightly down Emily’s flank to mid thigh, drawing a slight shiver. Hm, nicely fleshed. The back, too. Another hand slid down the hip and onto a plump round buttock, good tender meat. Lorna stuck a thumb into the deep crack between the full buttocks and grabbed a handful of the squeezable flesh. Pulling the buttock to one side, she glanced in and noticed the little bottom hole.

Ariadne positively smirked. “VERY well trained, actually. All of my girls are ready to stuff without any further work needed. Care to see the others?”

Lorna straightened and nodded. She kept a hand on Emily’s waist, her fingers casually kneading the bare flesh. “Very much. Let’s take Emily along. I think I like her.”

Ariadne smiled, nodded and waved for the other two to follow. Lorna did, her arm still casually draped above Emily’s hips, feeling the motion of the woman’s flesh as Emily walked beside her. The woman was pleasant to feel and stroke. In some ways, she reminded Lorna of a big plump tabby cat, comfortable to pet. Lorna let her hand slide down momentarily to pat a big soft buttock and lightly squeeze the meat. Yes, Emily was very nice.

She was beginning to get an idea.

Lorna decided the scene in the little gym had to be seen to be believed. Everyone was nude, of course, and a couple of other women were working out on other machines, but her attention was grabbed by the four on the stairstep machines against the wall, their large buttocks grinding and flexing as they moved their legs up and down. Lorna couldn’t decide if watching all four generous rumps pump and wobble was sexy as hell or just plain appetizing. Those eight bobbling buttocks made her wish for a carving knife and a fork. That was some fine meat.

Ariadne called all the girls together and had them stand in line for Lorna. For once, she didn’t feel out of place with her own plush figure. If anything, most of these women had more meat than she did. Then again, people didn’t go to Ariadne Blythe for fashion models. She provided women that would feed large groups.

Indicating a big eyed girl with long black hair standing at the end of the line and a superbly figured Hispanic blonde next to her, Ariadne whispered, “That’s Ashley and Cecilia, respectively. They’ve shown the most progress in my shapeup program.” It was a hint and Lorna took it as such. Ariadne didn’t want to sell the two girls that were trying hardest and succeeding at the weight loss challenge. That was a pretty decent sentiment as far as Lorna was concerned and she firmly agreed with the idea.

Ashley looked to be about 38D-28-38, while Cecilia had the figure of a bass violin, but both women had the smoothly toned flesh and glowing skin of excellent conditioning. Cecilia’s eyes showed intelligence and a wicked sense of humor, too. Ashley, on the other hand, had a doe-eyed look that told the world she wasn’t among the brightest.

Standing next to Cecilia was another full figured Hispanic girl, dark haired, whose smile was something closer to a slight sneer directed at those in line with her than anything else. According to her file, that was Rosita, and she was classified as something of a real bitch.

Next to her… “Ouch!”

The peroxide blonde next to Rosita jumped out of line with a slight squeal and grabbed her plush bottom, whirling to fuss at Rosita with a childishly pouting look. “That wasn’t nice!” she proclaimed.

Looking at the lush bare curves on the girl, Beth, Lorna noted that her posture displayed her meat to excellent advantage, as Rosita’s little pinch had intended. Suddenly aware of her situation, Beth looked anxiously back over her shoulder at the calmly watching Lorna. She didn’t appear to be the most intelligent of women, but Beth knew she was now a prime candidate for whatever feast Lorna was planning. In fact…

“Wahh!” Rosita jumped out next to Beth. Whipping around, she blasted Cecilia with a torrent of furious Spanish, meanwhile holding her own bottom cheek where it had been pinched. Cecilia wore an expression of total innocence, but Lorna felt like laughing at the little plot. Thanks to Cecilia, Rosita was now the victim of her own attempt to throw Beth into the grocery basket.

Hmmm… Lorna’s thought crystallized and she knew what she was going to do. “You two step a little further out,” she told Beth and Rosita. “I want to examine you.”

Releasing Emily, who appeared glued to her side, Lorna stepped over and gave both women a quick, expert meat evaluation. As expected, both were prime roasters, with plenty of pump juicy meat. Interestingly enough, Lorna found Beth open and almost sopping wet when she stuck a finger into her. Rosita, on the other hand, was quite dry. Beth, it appeared, was another closet spit muffin like Emily.

Stepping back, Lorna told Ariadne, “I’ll take these two and Emily.”

Ariadne nodded with a smile. Big sale. “Should I wrap them up and you take them, or should I deliver?”

“I’ll take Emily with me,” Lorna said. “I’ll get back to you, but plan on delivering the other two to the island for the conference. Don’t worry about transportation, I’ll handle it.”

Ariadne shook hands with Lorna and the deal was settled.

After dinner later that evening, Lorna was in her accustomed state of pleasantly comfortable nudity and on her favorite couch. She was in the middle of the couch, however, not to one side. The reason was, speaking of pleasantly comfortable, Emily. Once Lorna had settled down, Emily had come over and lain across her thighs, her hips on Lorna’s lap and head comfortably pillowed on her crossed arms.

Emily had proved to be talkative, once she was away from Ariadne’s establishment. It turned out she was a former porn actress that had used up her career. When she got to Lorna’s place, she happily said hello to Jess and Miki, who’d featured with her in a number of films. Dinner was a quite convivial affair.

Emily wriggled a bit under Lorna’s caressing hand on her hip and buttock, then sighed. “So I’m a pet, now?” she said softly.

“If you want to be,” Lorna replied quietly. “Do you?”

“What I want to be is a great meal. I’ve given it all up and I’m at peace for the first time in my life. Now I just want to go out with a bang and be the center of attraction.” Emily’s voice said she was firm on the matter. “In the meantime, I don’t mind being your pet. I like being stroked.”

And Lorna liked stroking her. On the other hand, Emily was well into the peculiar mindset of the spit muffin, something Lorna never discouraged. From her expert evaluation, so was Beth. This was interesting, but Lorna thought she had a solution that would please both Emily and Beth, and do something else important, as well. Looking down at Emily’s back, Lorna noted absently there was a nice thick layer of flesh there. Good ribs and country steak, and those buttocks would slice like butter. “Let’s get to the island and see what we can do about you wanting to be a feast,” she said. “Meanwhile, I’m going to take you to bed in a bit. Until then we’ll just relax here and let me play with you. We’ll both be ready soon enough.”

The private island of the Society of Lilith was a no clothing zone. To Lorna, who spent much of her private time in a state of nature, this was normal and comfortable. It tickled her, though, to be sitting in a high powered business conference with eleven other beautiful nude women, discussing concepts that involved millions of dollars. As she accepted some documents from Ming, she was further amused that even the assistants were naked. And possible meat, she reminded herself with a glance at Ming’s bare pubic mound.

Well, there was something she could do about that. She brought up the girls she’d purchased and generally what she wanted to do about them. Her plan was well received, then everybody decided to call it a day and play on the beach while dinner barbecued. Meeting adjourned.

Lorna walked out to the dunes above the dining beach, to see Carol, the Society’s cook, was already starting preparations with Jess and Miki’s help. She felt somebody beside her, and turned to see Vivian, her best friend. “I’m surprised, knowing how you feel, that you actually bought women to cook,” Vivian commented to her.

Vivian was about three inches taller than Lorna, and equally bigger in all dimensions. In fact, she was just a larger version of Lorna’s plush but not quite plump smoothly curved form. She was also a past president of the Society. With her was Lorna’s immediate predecessor, Brooke, a fiery natured former international swimsuit model whose body was all smooth sleek curves.

Brooke shrugged. “I do it every so often if I need the meat.”

“Yeah,” Lorna replied, “but those girls could be me, especially the way they’re built. Oh, I made the decision to do it, and I’m not having second thoughts, but I still care about the fact that they’re being sold. I needed to do it, or cook two girls instead of one. I prefer to cook only one, so I decided to buy a larger girl that will feed everyone. That doesn’t mean I have to like the idea of just buying a girl for meat.”

Vivian hugged her with a strong arm. “If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be you, babe, and we all love you for that. The Society’s better for it.

“Now it looks like dinner has arrived,” Vivian continued, looking across the dunes. “Quite interesting.”

Ariadne was coming over the dunes towards the cooking area, leading the three women under discussion. They were all linked together by a long neck rope, and appeared to be walking rather strangely. Lorna saw the reason when Ariadne brought them over to her. All of the women had a tight leather strap buckled around their mid-thighs to act as a hobble. Ariadne had also tied their hands across their backs, bound their breasts together with another strap and gagged them with ball gags.

Beth and Rosita were there as a matter of course, and Emily had asked to join them this morning. She wanted the full treatment. Looking at Emily’s bright eyes, Lorna had no doubt the woman was sexually excited. For that matter, Beth showed the same excitement. Rosita just looked pissed off.

“Turn them around,” Lorna asked Ariadne. When the three girls had their backs to her, Lorna reached over with her left hand and spread the base of Emily’s buttocks with a finger and thumb. The right index finger went between the plump thighs. It came out damp.

The rest of the Society women had gathered by this time, and Carol performed the same check on Beth. “Yep, she’d ready,” she announced.

Lorna checked Rosita and found her dry. It figured. Rosita was a true bitch, and really wasn’t interested in anyone but Beth or Emily, or both, cooking today. On the other hand, that’s what Beth and Emily were interested in, too.

The three turned back to face Lorna, and she surveyed their faces. Beth and Emily were wearing slightly anxious expressions again, while Rosita simply scowled. Yep. Lorna finalized her decision. She hated to do it, but…

She pointed to Rosita. “Take this one.”

Rosita stiffened and screamed behind her gag, but she was quickly overpowered by the Society women and bustled over to the preparation area. Beth and Emily looked like they were about to cry. Lorna reached over and hugged them. “Don’t be disappointed. I have some news for you that you’ll like. Let’s just get you out of these bindings. We’ll get Rosita on to cook and I’ll explain.”

However, after Lorna had removed Emily’s gag, things took a different turn. “You can untie my hands,” Emily told her once her mouth was clear, “but I want to leave the straps on my boobs and thighs. I want to feel like a meat girl at a real roasting.” Beth nodded enthusiastic agreement.

While watching what was happening to Rosita, Vivian also took careful note of the fact that Lorna was in intimate conversation with Beth and Emily, and it looked like they agreed with what Lorna was telling them. Apparently, disappointment solved. Back to today’s menu.

Rosita was, needless to say, upset. Not so much because of what this gaggle of ugly broads was planning, but because it wasn’t supposed to happen to HER. SHE wasn’t the one that was meat. It was the other girls! Those useless cows were simply stealing her limelight, the attention she was rightfully owed. SHE was supposed to win the contest that bitch Ariadne had proposed. Not Ashley or Cecilia. Now here she was on a restraining stool, with a thick dowel up her pussy and another up her ass so she couldn’t move. Things sucked. And the rest of these bitches were…

“There, there, dear,” came a musical voice, “I believe I have something to help you. I know you’re certainly thirsty. Here’s some of my special wine. Believe me it will help.”

In front of Rosita appeared a short haired blonde vision, about five two, around forty years old but with smooth glowing skin and fabulous figure that any woman would kill to have. This vision was also holding a full wine glass and a bottle. Juggling the glass and the bottle, the vision pulled out Rosita’s ball gag. “If you’ll be quiet, love, I’ll give you a drink. One scream and you go thirsty. Okay?”

There was steel under the music in the voice. Rosita nodded agreement. The vision held up the glass and let Rosita drain it, then refilled it for another go. This went on until the bottle was dry. Rosita had enough of a buzz on by that time she didn’t mind it when the vision replaced her ball gag.

The vision, whose name was Belinda LeGacyl, Founding Member of the Society of Lilith, Ph.D., and owner/proprietor of Belinda’s Meat Ranch and Dairy, felt the pleasant glow of doing a good deed. Wine, some of her special sexual stimulant drug, a little relaxant, and the woman would not only be reasonably compliant, she’d be horny as hell and popping off repeatedly on the spit. Better than screams and unfortunate bitterness on the part of the meat. In fact, not only would the girl enjoy what part of the ride she would feel, she’d taste better, too. Job well done.

Her companion, Sharon, brunette, five ten or so, a taut 38D-28-38 and a seriously practical attitude about the world, was looking on at the process. “Well, she’s happy now,” she said dryly. “Belinda, your stuff is working even faster than normal. She’s fucking the dowels.”

Turning to watch Rosita rock her hips to the degree possible on the two stiff wooden prongs, Belinda had to agree with Sharon, and with the success of her drugs. It was so nice when she could bring a little sunshine of happiness to someone’s cloudy day. It made her feel so good. Now if Rosita cooked up as tasty as she looked, that would be truly wonderful.

Rosita didn’t have much time to enjoy the sexual haze that wrapped her thoughts in sensual cotton. Carol and her three assistants, Jess, Miki, and Ming soon had her off the stool and strapped on her belly lengthwise on what looked like a padded saw horse, AKA a spitting jig. Rosita proceeded to fill the beach air with squeals, but didn’t squirm too much. Belinda’s relaxant was working. After an admiring glance at Ming’s solid figure and well toned meat, Carol said, “Ming, I’m going to let you be the primary assistant. First, you get to stuff the roast. Use the injector over there. It’s already full.”

Picking up what looked like a cross between an oversized cake decorator and a grease gun, Ming inserted the nozzle far up Rosita’s ass, still open from the dowel. Pumping the lever until the injector was empty filled Rosita with a tasty stuffing made from bread, spices, girl juice and some meat chips from a previously cooked woman. Ming reflected the stuffing ought to be quite flavorful when Rosita was fully cooked.

Next, Ming got the chance to help with spitting, stabilizing the backof the long ventilated carbon fiber spit as Carol positioned the front in Rosita’s pussy. Pumping the spit back and forth about six inches inside the woman produced an orgasm of spectacular proportions. Carol used the girl’s convulsed body and grasping vagina to guide the spit properly up her body. With Jess holding Rosita’s head at the proper angle and her mouth open, several feet of the spit were soon sticking out of her mouth. Once Rosita’s hair was done up, her arms tied to her sides and her legs to the spit, she was ready. They left her breasts bound so they wouldn’t flop.

Rosita felt the heat of the coals on her, and the sensation of rotating as the spit began to turn, and knew she was nothing but meat on a stick now. Somehow, she no longer regretted losing the contest. Especially when she realized she could pump the spit in her pussy and bring on another huge orgasm. Someone was basting her with warm oil, too. Whoever, she was doing a marvelous job, especially when the brush flicked her nipples and her prominent clitoris, or between her cheeks and thighs on the back. In fact… Ooooooohhhh! Her only regret was she couldn’t squeal out her feelings. The spit blocked her voice box. Never mind. She just wanted to fuck the spit and feel the basting brush. There was nothing at all but the tingle, the bright colors of sensation and the convulsing blast of orgasm. Again…

Ming was enjoying herself basting Rosita. She was being very conscientious in touching up those areas she seemed to like. There was certainly a strong reaction every time she used the brush to stimulate Rosita, Ming thought, as she watched the woman convulse into another immensely powerful orgasm. Ming was also staring to smell the heavenly aroma of a woman cooking, and she was enjoying herself.

So were Beth and Emily. One under each of Lorna’s arms and pressed to her nude sides, they were watching Rosita cook with fascination. Lorna hugged the women, enjoying the incredibly erotic sight of Rosita’s full curves rotating over the coals. The oil on her body and the juices she was giving off between her legs glinted with reflected light. This one was going to be superb, and the anticipation, as usual, was making her thoroughly horny.

Vivian and Belinda walked over to join them. “Um,” Vivian said, “She smells and looks wonderful. I’m glad you got her, Lorna. And these two as well.”

Lorna squeezed Beth and Emily again. “Yes, and the girls don’t mind waiting a couple of months until the next Beach Fest.”

She looked at the women under her arms. “We’ll cook you both together. You two have enough meat that I’ll only need to choose one candidate to cook for the Fest.”

Vivian knew Lorna didn’t really care for the idea of roasting an unwilling candidate, even if the chance of being cooked was part of the trial to become a full member. She’d always do anything she could to reduce the number of unwilling girls chosen. Vivian didn’t mind the idea, although surviving four choosings was the gauntlet a woman ran to become a full member and have access to wealth and power. It always would be, too. Lorna was just giving the candidates a little better odds for the next Fest. Lorna’s quirk, but that was part of her personality and one of the reasons Vivian loved her.

Belinda reached over and gathered in Beth. At the questioning look on the woman’s face, Belinda said, “Emily has her position as Lorna’s pet until the Fest, dear. You’re going to join my spit muffins. I guarantee you’ll have a wonderful time until you come back here to be cooked. And I’ll ensure you enjoy that part, too.”

Vivian nodded. Beth and Emily would get the Ultimate Fuck on the spit they eagerly wanted, and have a pleasant situation to occupy them while they waited. Three unnamed candidates would get a free pass next Fest. And Lorna once again went about doing what she felt needed doing, in her own fashion. All’s well. Of course, she thought as Rosita’s squirming and convulsions slowly subsided, there were other more important considerations for right now.

Belinda was thinking the same way. “Dears,” she said, “I have an extra large beach blanket just over there, with plenty of toys ready.”

She grinned at the other four women. “I think we can fit all five of us on it, don’t you agree?”