With PK (Story 2): Meredith and the Spa by Leo

Well, here’s the other Amanda Blake story. Done a few years ago, but the germs of a lot of ideas are in it, including Belinda’s ranch. Hope everyone likes to read it again. I certainly enjoyed the reread before posting. Oh, the two part spit in the story is PK’s original idea and came from one of his short stories. Leo

Meredith and the Spa By Leo & PK

“You said you had a proposition for me,” Rachel reminded her.

“Eat first,” said Amanda amicably. “Can’t I have a pleasant evening with an old friend?”

It occurred to Rachel to point out that they were not old friends, that they had only met once before when Amanda was trying to kill her and would have done so if unforeseen circumstances hadn’t intervened. She didn’t bother, she was almost sure Amanda was being ironic and she didn’t want to sound naive or peevish.

“Just don’t serve me anything with people in it,” she said. The smell of cooking pervaded the room. It smelled good. She dreaded finding out what it was.

That got her a mocking, but not unfriendly, smile. “As if I would. It’s just some South American dish my … cook came up with. I’d estimate it’s about ready.”

“Cook?”

A woman entered the room. She was quite striking, apparently Hispanic and beautifully built. Her hair was as dark as Rachel’s, her skin brown and her eyes almost black. She had smallish breasts with prominent nipples and long athletic legs and a shaved pussy. Rachel could see all of this at a glance because the woman was naked.

“You’re not really going to eat her, are you?”

“Of course I am.”

Rachel wasn’t sure why she had come here at all. After their last encounter, Amanda had tried to contact her by e-mail, telephone and by letter post. Just once each; the Amazon wasn’t exactly harassing her. She had replied, eventually, to the e-mail with a coolly polite note expressing the sentiment that they might meet again, one day but not too soon because I’m busy….

Amanda had not pressed her. Yet, there was that most recent email, and now , somehow, here she was being served dinner by a naked woman in the home of the certifiable lunatic who had tried to kill her and then, inexplicably, saved her life.

With a feeling that she was going to regret it, she asked “Why?”

Amanda smiled as if she had made a point in some obscure game. “I won her,” she said. “Try the stew, it’s really good.”

Rachel took a mouthful. The food was good, unsurprisingly. She decided there was no point in being paranoid, if Amanda had a surprise to spring on her it wouldn’t be anything so obviously devious as a practical joke or drugs. Not her style. It would be something direct and unexpected. It was hard to say whether she was more interested than wary. Amanda didn’t indulge in much small talk as they ate, apart from a few pleasantries about the food and wine. Eventually they sat back, drinks in hand and conversation resumed.

“Okay,” Rachel began, “just what do you want?”

“You,” Amanda returned, “but not as a roast, chops, etc. I already have a nice selection of those, in the freezer and on the hoof. I have a little venture going in the colonies, Las Vegas to be precise, and would be very interested in your participation.”

Rachel was slightly taken aback. “My participation? As what? A runner in a new hunting club you’ve started? Las Vegas, for heaven’s sake! Amanda, what in the hell are you up to?”

Amanda smiled broadly. “Yes. Assistant manager. No. Do you believe it? And I’ll tell you if you’ll relax and listen.”

Rachel took a silent moment to work out the answers, then opened her mouth to say no. Then closed it again. Best listen to what the madwoman had to say. With Amanda, it certainly wouldn’t be dull! “Okay, I’ll listen.”

“I’m now running a very exclusive spa.” She smiled at the expression on Rachel’s face. Amanda paused a moment to allow her to interject some other extraneous exclamation, but continued with appreciation after she remained determinedly silent. “We’ve done two groups of ten each, so far, and discovered that even that small amount tends to stretch the four of us. I need one more to really spread the workload to a comfort level. Immediately, I thought of you.”

Rachel looked at her, still amazed at the proposition. “You’re serious, aren’t you! You want me to pull up stakes, travel to America and take on a job I’ve never done? I won’t ask if you’re insane. We both know you are, but what do you want me to get myself into?”

Amanda grinned again. That ‘insane’ remark tickled her. “As you may imagine, it’s not a normal spa. We have a somewhat different approach to weight loss. It’s women-only, and clothing is not worn. Before you ask, yes, a good deal of woman eating and lesbian sex goes on but nothing is forced on anyone. You, especially, can opt out of the meals you don’t like. But, as I remember our last encounter, you were rather enthusiastic about sex with another woman.”

Rachel had the grace to blush. After her first lesbian experience with Amanda, Rachel had broadened her sexual horizons to include women, and quite enjoyed it since. It figured that anything involving Amanda also involved lesbian sex and cannibalism.

Amanda smiled again. “Yes, I see you have acquired the taste for live pussy. Don’t worry. We don’t eat our clients unless they so desire it, which one in each group has done. Has to do with our methods for weight reduction, which I’ll explain later. First, in anticipation of other objections, let me give you this. It’s an advance on your first month’s salary if you accept.”

Taking a check from a portfolio on the side table, Amanda handed it to Rachel. The amount on it made Rachel’s eyes pop. “Amanda!” Rachel squeaked. “Are you serious? Monthly salary?!”

Amanda nodded. “Not only are we well subsidized by people in the Casino Owners’ Association for whom I do favors, I’ve discovered that the spa business is obscenely profitable. Frankly, I foresee tremendous success and see no reason why you shouldn’t share in it if you so desire.”

Rachel nodded numbly. “B-but, how do you do it? Mineral baths and things like that?”

Amanda shook her head. “Two part spits and trips to the roasting pits every other day or so, along with plenty of sex and a number of other variations on the theme. It may surprise you to know - it certainly did me - that we were extremely successful. After several two week sessions, we not only have a rather extensive waiting list, but clients have booked return engagements.”

“You COOK them?!”

“Only in a role-playing fashion, though the heat is real enough,” Amanda grinned at her. “Some of them are quite juicy, too. I think when they leave both sated and ten or fifteen unwanted pounds lighter, they are quite happy.”

“Happy?” Rachel said, aghast. “I have to hear more about this!”

Amanda reached over and patted her hand in a motherly fashion, then held it tenderly. “And so you shall. The complete story, including why you’ll be the only paid employee.

“Let’s talk about it in bed,” Amanda said with a glint in her eye. “I quite enjoyed our last session. Another one should be fun.”

Rachel frowned at her, but didn’t remove her hand. “What about your walking dinner? You’ve been using her for sex, I’m sure. Won’t she be disappointed?”

“Oh, she can be included, if you so desire. Or not, in which case she’ll have to help herself tonight.”

Rachel said nothing, but let Amanda lead her to the bedroom.

ATTENTION. FLASHBACK.

Four naked women sitting around an after-dinner table, discussing a fifth.

“Well,” came the soft British soprano, “I will have to admit that Victoria turned out quite delicious.” The voice belonged to Donna, a short (five feet two) brunette whose excellent figure stopped just short of zaftig plump. Not immediately apparent, since it was currently under the table, was the total absence of hair on her prime filet. That was a requirement of Amanda’s as long as Donna had the possibility of ending up on a serving platter at sometime in the future. She was a former hunting companion of Amanda’s, captured during the commission of a felony, thus lacking any legal rights, and destined for a roasting spit until Amanda remembered she was an excellent cook. She was also manager and chef of a totally unique spa owned by Amanda.

“She was a little weird, though,” commented one of a pair of superbly built blonde twins, Acantha, or Candy by universal preference.

The other half of the pair, Arethusa (Ari) followed through with the thought. “It was like she was joining some kind of a cult.” She made a slight grimace, then brightened. “But she really had some nice meat.”

The twins, it might be said, were also denuded of all genital hair. They were a byproduct of the case wherein Amanda had captured Donna. In fact, Ari was the intended victim Donna had set up to turn into a stew without legal permission, the felony in question. After their adventure, the twins had jointly decided that spit roasting had an intense sexual attraction and they were definitely ready for it. Unfortunately for that delightful idea, the spa project had put their roasting on indefinite hold, since they were now valuable, and the only other, staff members. Given their current state of total nudity, the twins were only discernible by their sexual preferences. Candy preferred vaginal sex, while Ari was a total devotee of anal intercourse. She also liked rump steaks, especially those cut from a woman with a nicely rounded bottom. They and Donna were classified as being in the pantry pending a future barbecue and knew it. The twins were looking forward to the day, while Donna was working hard to postpone it. Amanda tended to regard all three as walking menus.

Absently twirling her wineglass by the stem, Amanda, the fourth at the table, commented, “The cult comment is quite accurate. I’m not quite certain I understood her mental processes, but she was certainly developing what amounted to a growing religious fervor the more she was exposed to whole roasting. To misuse a pun, she was hot for it. That having been said, I agree Victoria’s flavor is superb. My compliments to the chef.” She toasted her wine glass to Donna, who responded graciously, but with well hidden relief. An acknowledged good job meant another day without a spit up her pussy.

The aforementioned spa project was, as previously stated, unique. No baths or exercises, although massages were given if the twins found the time, and the food was definitely not on the low fat side for the main meal. Basically, the whole project stemmed from a chance remark from one of the twins as they witnessed their first whole roasting of a girl. “Wow, what a way to lose weight! Too bad it only happens once.” was the gist. Donna, being experienced with two part spits and her brain working overtime to keep herself off Amanda’s plate, took that ball and ran with it.

Using two highly rigid poles, one inserted down the throat to the stomach and the other up the cunt or ass, allowed the roastee to take the ride more than once, if the cooks decided to let the roastee off alive. As long as a decent dose of anti-gag drugs was used and the legs of the girl were securely tied to the shaft, she suffered no more discomfort than the heat of the roasting pit could provide. After a session on the spit, a woman needed about a day to recover, then she could go again, and most were more than ready.

A variety of other “cooking” means were used to add variety to what, in all reality, was a highly elaborate role-playing game. With a steady diet of imported girlmeat from the regular suppliers served at dinner, offset by a strict regimen of lesbian sex and low calorie meals at all other times, the whole operation was proven to reduce a client’s weight in fatty tissue by up to fifteen pounds at the end of a two week session, and hugely improve muscle tone. With those kind of results, Amanda already had a long waiting list, even though the ten clients in a session went through an intense and highly selective physical and psychological screening, then were charged astronomical fees. A number of clients in the spa’s first two sessions had already booked return visits.

“I’m rather glad we set this up to have two weeks off after every session,” Donna said. “I enjoy the sessions, but things can get a little hectic.”

“Well,” Amanda replied, “you and the twins are doing double duty. Donna, you’re not only managing the place, you’re the chef. The twins are working as staff and as sex instructors to the women. This is fun, and I want it to be fun, but I agree with the hectic part. We all need some down time after a session.”

Ari, possibly, nodded. “It’s not really so bad, what we’re doing. Poor Donna is the one, though. She has to run the place and do all the cooking. I think she could use some help.”

“And your opinion, Donna?” Amanda asked.

Donna thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. She did need help, but she didn’t want to make herself any less valuable to that predatory beast speculatively eyeing her prominent breasts over a wineglass. If only she could be sure what Amanda was thinking. She didn’t want to ease herself out of a job and into the oven.

“Small danger of that,” Amanda commented. “I’m quite getting to like your cooking, so speak up.”

Donna was used to the way Amanda read minds, so her reply carried on the thread. “I think I need to continue doing the initial interview and examination, and the cooking is something I enjoy. On the other hand, I could use someone to help in the day to day running of the session. There are a lot of little happenings, decisions, that sort of thing, that tend to get in the way of whatever I really need to be doing at the moment. I guess an assistant manger, if we could find the right woman, would be what we really need. Someone competent that would understand the program.”

Amanda’s face took on a thoughtful look. “Assistant manager, um. An interesting concept.

“You know,” she continued, “I believe I know just the person. I’ll have to pop back to London to get her, but I think I can make her see reason.”

Candy, probably, asked, “Will she like us? Like, be part of our gang?”

Amanda smiled. “Leaving aside the definition of our little group as a gang, I think Rachel will be interested.”

She speculatively eyed the other three, then looked directly at one of the twins. “Ari, why don’t you come with me, tonight. I feel the need for a little variety.”

“I’m Candy,” the designated blonde replied, then looked at her sister. Smiling happily, Ari said, “Sure! Why don’t you and Donna relax in the living room and I’ll be ready to go right after Candy and I finish cleaning up the kitchen.”

With a contented smile, Amanda gave Donna a hand out of her chair. As the two of them walked into the living room, she fondled Donna’s plump bare bottom and said, “Ah, this is the life.”

RETURN FROM FLASHBACK.

The news editor was a bit aggravated as he got off the phone with the station’s manager. Okay, so the owner was pissed, but he wasn’t sure he liked what he was being told to do. Besides, the circumstances sucked. Sure they ran trash pieces all the time. They were a staple of any local TV news program, but he couldn’t see any reason to do it to this Amanda Blake and her new spa, especially given the reason. Especially since Amanda was rumored to be very well connected here in town.

He chuckled, thinking why the owner was so mad. So his new wife gets turned down for consideration because she has silicone breasts, big deal. It was Blake’s business and she made the rules. On the other hand, what the hell, a job’s a job, and this one was good. So better think about how to do it.

After a moment, he decided that the classic approach, a mole on the inside as an “investigative reporter” would be best. But who? Meredith. She was porking up lately. Um. Good idea. A little spa session, even if it did cost a fortune, would get her story and make her lose a few pounds. Win-win situation. Okay. Do it.

Shortly thereafter, Meredith found herself embarrassed in a borrowed bikini as one of the photographers shot the obligatory figure photos that had to accompany the initial application. She didn’t like it, but the editor was perfectly clear on the options. Either do it or hit the street. Ergo, the spa was trashed in whatever time it took her to make her report, along with lose some weight. That part excited her. The Blake Spa already had a reputation for delivering a great weight loss, and that was priceless. It even helped her ignore that jackass’s grin as he shot the pictures.

Donna leafed through the new applications, selecting ones for further consideration. Hm. Here was one that said she desperately needed quick action. So much so that she was willing to pay double the fee. That was enticing. More money than time, obviously. Wonder what could make the extra cash worth the quick action, but that really wasn’t her business as long as the check was good. Scanning the attached pictures showed an ideal candidate. Good looking, with about one hundred fifty pounds on a one hundred thirty pound frame. Medium sized breasts, with most of her weight in her hips and legs. Frankly, she wouldn’t mind getting this one in the kitchen, and that decided her. Well, let’s get her into the town office for the examination and the really important questions.

Not too long thereafter, Meredith found herself sitting completely nude in a chair across from a short, competent looking, white coated woman in a professionally appointed office that looked very much like a doctor’s. The woman had introduced herself as Donna Marker in a distinct British accent, manager of the Blake Spa and a certified weight control technician, whatever that was. What it was, Meredith decided, was enough to get her to completely undress when told to do so.

Donna always enjoyed this part of the job. It was delicate, of course, but the candidates that wouldn’t put up with her “physical examination” or answered the questions wrong weren’t really what she wanted at the spa anyhow. This one showed promise. Nude with no major argument, and the kind of body that had a lot of good meat. She hadn’t seen the woman’s pussy yet, that was coming, but Donna’s skilled eye told her that her prime filet would be plump and meaty, ideal for grilling. Her thighs would butcher nicely, lots of tasty steaks there and on the hips. The way her buttocks jiggled when she moved, Ari would certainly be delighted.

Screw Ari anyway, for getting Amanda interested in anal sex. If this girl attracted the beast’s attention, maybe it would get her literally off Donna’s butt for a while. She didn’t mind a little variation, but her tight bottom hole was getting more than its share of stretching right now.

Time to test her and see. “Now, Meredith,” she said with a professional smile, “let’s do the physical exam. Up on the examining table on your tummy, please.”

As Meredith did so, Donna picked up a piece of equipment that had a inch thick metal shaft about eight inches long and a dial at one end. “This will go in your bottom,” Donna told Meredith. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. It’s one of the latest body fat meters. I’m going to insert it, then ask you a few questions while it takes its reading. I’ve tried it on myself, and I can tell you you’ll feel some stimulation, but it’s very pleasant.”

Meredith made a dubious face, but submitted quietly while Donna spread her plump cheeks with one hand and inserted the greased shaft up her anus with the other. The shaft went in all the way, then Donna released her buttocks to flop back and enclose the shaft up to the dial. The “body fat meter” was actually a meat thermometer, modified after Donna became familiar with one of Ari’s little tricks. An electrostimulator hidden in the shaft would bring the woman to a state of low grade excitement, enough to see the reaction in her cunt and keep her worked up enough that she couldn’t think up good evasions to Donna’s more intimate questions. Besides, it was not only practical, it was fun. Some candidates actually orgasmed after a while. By the sound of things from Meredith, she might just be one of them.

Donna ran both hands over the nude woman’s body, squeezing at various locations and massaging others. Ah, yes, plenty of good meat, firm, juicy and tender. Just right for the roasting spit. Be nice if this one elected to go the whole way, but you could never tell. Be nice, though, if she did. Meredith appeared to enjoy the examination, from the various little gasps and other noises. She also appeared to be getting into the spirit of the interview. Excellent! Donna certainly hoped she passed. It would be wonderful to see this girl’s meaty figure rotating over a hot bed of coals.

Donna picked up her clipboard and walked around so Meredith could see her, making a few notes on the woman’s file sheet as she did. “Now,” she said, “I have to ask you some questions and several of them will be very intimate. I must emphasize that honest answers are needed. How you answer will determine the next stage in your qualification for entry. Don’t worry, we are totally discreet, so please be truthful.”

Donna began with a few innocent questions about her weight and physical condition, including how much weight she wanted to lose. Meredith answered readily, in a shaky voice that was getting ever more punctuated by gasps. She was just about ready for the real questions. Finally, the first key question. “Have you ever had lesbian sex, or do you have any reservations about it?”

Meredith was trying to think. She knew the answers were key to getting into the spa, and that was something she had to do, but she wasn’t sure what the woman wanted. Did they want to exclude gays because it was an all woman thing? She tried to ponder the question, but the device up her ass had her so worked up she couldn’t follow a train of thought. Finally, she blurted, “Several times in college, and since, but I usually prefer guys.”

Donna nodded in a professional manner as she made another notation on her clipboard. After a few more innocuous questions, came another key inquiry. “Have you ever eaten girlmeat or do you think you’d have any problem with it?”

By this time, Meredith was so sexually excited, she was barely aware of anything. She kept squirming around on the examining table, squeezing her buttocks together rhythmically as her body reacted to the stimulation between them. She heard the question, and the answer just popped out. “I went to that restaurant in town once or twice. I liked it.”

“Excellent,” Donna said, putting down her clipboard. “Now, spread your legs, please.”

Meredith did as she was told, opening her legs to display a deliciously plump pussy. Donna was pleased to see that her prime cut was bare, sopping wet and starting to open. Apparently, the little tuft on her pubis was simply for decoration. Properly grilled and served on a steak from one of those meaty inner thighs, Meredith’s cunt would even satisfy Amanda’s appetite. Especially Amanda’s appetite. It looked like it would be a pleasure to prepare, too. “Here, darling, let me take care of you,” Donna said. First, she inserted a finger to get a taste of Meredith’s juices. Delicious! Then she inserted her thumb and began to stroke the clitoris with a finger. Meredith’s orgasm was both loud and active. She moved in all directions at once, squealing as she did so. After she quieted down, Donna removed the probe, and gave her a friendly pat on her butt cheek. “If you are ready, Meredith, you can come sit back in the chair again,” she said pleasantly.

After she helped the shaky woman back to her chair, Donna went around the desk to her own seat, then placed a loose-leaf notebook in front of Meredith. “That’s our previous clients,” she said when Meredith finally recovered herself enough to curiously pick up the notebook. “Those are the before and after pictures.” She carefully didn’t mention that portions of two of those clients were still in the spa cooler.

Meredith opened the notebook and began to leaf through it. The women in it were nude in every shot, but there were obvious differences between the two photos of each woman. In the first picture, the subject was obviously carrying a little extra heft, including in many cases a prominently rounded belly. The second picture showed each of them proudly showing off a much sleeker figure and flatter stomach. Glancing at her own slightly flabby stomach, Meredith found herself consumed with envy. If this was what the spa produced, she didn’t give a damn how they did it! She wanted in, no matter what she had to do!

“That’s what we do,” Donna began, “and I’m going to tell you how we do it. First I’ve got to remind you you’ve already signed a nondisclosure form, and anything I tell you is covered. We will take severe action against violators.” She didn’t mention that the nondisclosure form also included a clause giving permission for them to cook her if she violated the terms. If Meredith opened her mouth about the spa, the next time she opened it would be to let the point of the spit out.

“When you come to the spa,” Donna continued, “you will be participating in a very elaborate role playing game. You will be nude the whole time, cast as a meat girl waiting to be prepared and cooked. We use two part spits and a variety of other devices that will not hurt you, but you’re going to spend some time cooking at least every other day. Believe me, you won’t be doing anything I and the women in those pictures haven’t done and you are certainly going to enjoy the way we do it.

“You liked the probe, didn’t you?”

A now wide eyed Meredith nodded. “Well, everything in the spa is set up that way, as a sexual game. You will be participating in a minimum of three or more major orgasms a day, yours and your partner’s. In addition, while most meals are the usual low calorie health cuisine, the main meal is always girlmeat. It helps to maintain the ambiance. Don’t worry, we don’t eat our clients.” Unless they request it, Donna added silently. “Our objective is for you to leave tanned, toned, rested, sated and a minimum of fifteen pounds lighter.” Your results may vary.

Meredith thought hard for a moment. “Sign me up.”

Rachel found herself slightly nervous, naked, standing in line with Donna and the twins behind Amanda and facing ten seated women in the main room of the spa. Of course, everyone in the place was naked and she, at least, was in better condition than the ten nude women sitting in the chairs. They were equally as uncomfortable as Rachel with their bare state, but all of them were slightly pudgy, if good looking. She told herself sternly to stop feeling edgy. After all, she’d been nude since arriving at this fabulous estate that Amanda had converted to a spa. True, the twins were dressed when they took the two mini vans to pick up the clients, but everyone had stripped on arrival. Now Rachel was seeing more naked women than she had ever seen in one place before, including the school shower.

Thinking of the twins made her think back to the last week and her introduction to Amanda’s new business, of which she was now assistant manager. Because of their bare state, Rachel had immediately noticed that Donna and the twins were clean shaven in the pubic area. Knowing Amanda, she knew exactly why. When she finally got Donna’s story, she wasn’t surprised the woman was working hard to stay out of the oven. What amazed her was that the twins were just the opposite. Those two gorgeous blondes weren’t just looking forward to being live roasted, they were actually irritated they were too valuable to cook at the moment. Talk about spit muffins!

In the free and easy way of Amanda’s interesting household, Rachel had sampled the sexual charms of everyone, including Ari’s …unique… approach, and had enjoyed them all several times each. She’d watched Donna demonstrate a two part spit and eaten her highly juicy pussy after she was served. She even thought briefly of trying it herself, then shuddered. That way lies madness, with Amanda around. Better to be an interested onlooker than be thought of as meat by that madwoman.

“Hello, ladies,” said the madwoman. “I’m Amanda Blake, the owner of the spa. You are about to have two weeks of a highly unique and intensely sexual experience.”

Rachel watched Amanda carefully as she spoke. She appeared all business, but Rachel guessed she was carefully appraising each of the clients as meat on the hoof. Amanda looked back at her and grinned. “True.”

Amanda looked back at her audience. There were all types out there, the only common denominator being they all had basically good figures and were carrying a little extra weight. On with the briefing. “As you were all told, you are here as meat, and half of you will be turning over the coals tomorrow. Your lucky partners will assist in your preparation and cooking, then get to thoroughly nibble your pussy as a reward. Their turn comes the next day, when you get to be the diner instead of the dinner. The twins, Ari and Candy, are on hand to show you what you need to do and help you with other devices that are part of the program.

“Donna,” Amanda said, indicating her, “is our manager and also an excellent chef. She is responsible for your meals, among many other things. Rachel, next to her, is the assistant manager and the person you will come to when you need something or have a problem. I am available to you at all times. Although you will each be sharing a bed with another client, what you do in it is your business. Occasionally, you will be invited to share our beds. If you choose to do so, fine, but you have every right to say no if you feel like it. We intend for this to be an enjoyable experience. If you aren’t sure what to do with another woman, just ask one of the twins. They will be glad to give personal lessons.”

At that last, Rachel noticed several women in the audience eyeing Donna’s spectacular figure and those of the twins. One blonde was even looking at her with interest. Hm. The blonde was nice, and nothing said she couldn’t mix pleasure with business. Something for the future. She seemed to recall the woman’s name was Meredith.

“Now,” Amanda continued, “we’re going to start you all out with the a shave, since nobody likes hair in their meal, and the before pictures. Then the sauna. After that, you will all enjoy one of our signature barbecues.” The roast for the barbecue was a South American girl sitting on a counter in the kitchen, waiting for Donna to come back and put a spit in her. Rachel found herself wondering what she tasted like. Maybe she’d try some for just this time. No. Yes. Well, what could it hurt?

“If you’ll all follow the twins, ladies, the sauna awaits.” Rachel smiled at that. The sauna was specially modified. The wooden benches had smoothly carved seven inch wooden shafts sticking up out of them, enough so that each woman could sit down on one. Once the women sat on their dildos, one of the twins would close the door, switch on the heat, then throw a switch that activated the vibrators buried in each shaft. With ten women impaled on long vibrators in the sauna’s steam heat for half an hour, the gasps, moans and groans would fill the room. Donna referred to it as “making steamed pussy.” Interestedly, Rachel watched the waggle of ten sets of plump bare buttocks as the clients followed the twins down the hall. Yes, this job was going to be fun.

When Rachel and the twins came to let the clients out of the sauna, she discovered another service of the spa. Candy, possibly, told her, “We bring them out a couple at a time, put them on the couches over there and give them a quick licking before we send them to the showers to clean up and cool off. Sort of helps to break the ice.” As though multiple group orgasms in the steam wasn’t icebreaker enough! Then she added with a twinkle, “It also lets us find out what they taste like.”

The clients were let out and treated according to standard procedure. The last one Rachel did, a sophisticated looking short-haired brunette, hugged her and kissed her sweetly after Rachel helped her off the couch. “Oh, thanks, that was wonderful!”

All of the guests wore little silver nameplates hanging from chains around their necks, and hers identified her as Barbara. “Call me Babs. I’m beginning to love this place already.”

Rachel reflected she certainly was going to like it here, since Babs’s hands were softly roaming her body, squeezing and fondling everything. Rachel gently broke free then turned the woman around by her shoulders. “That’s our intent. Now, the shower’s that way and the makeup tables and hairdryers are through the door on the side.” She gave Babs a swat on her bare bottom. “Now, march. Hurry or you’ll miss dinner.”

Dinner, as was usual when Donna cooked, was excellent. Rachel broke down and had a hip cutlet. Chewing thoughtfully, she decided the girl was delicious. Wonder if all women taste this good. Also wonder if I would have tasted this good if Amanda had cooked me. She had a sneaking suspicion she would have. Now I’ve done it, she reflected. Now I’m a cannibal, no different from the rest of them. Oh, what the hell. When in Rome…

Rachel reflected that the meal was a first for a number of the women, judging from the reactions at several tables. One thing she noticed tickled her. A few of the diners, especially some of the ones new to women eating, were giving surreptitious, interested glances at their fellow guests, obviously wondering how they tasted. Human nature was fun. Babs, she noticed, was eating with gusto, enjoying animated conversation with her table mates, and still taking the time to appraise a number of the other women.

The next morning was reserved for athletic activity, such as exercise swimming, a terrain walk (with outfits provided by the spa) along the five mile path of Amanda’s daily run and, among other things, tennis. This last was Rachel’s personal favorite. It was fun watching naked women play tennis, especially since they were all of the body type that bounced and jiggled.

Near the end of a fruit and vegetable lunch, Rachel made an announcement. “Attention, ladies.” When all the guests were looking at her, she continued, “The twins will be coming around, selecting meat for this afternoon’s barbecue. When you are chosen, just stand up and put your hands behind your back for your cuffs.”

The guests looked on nervously as the twins moved through the dining patio, choosing women. As each woman was chosen, she was stood up, her hands were cuffed behind her and a ball gag was secured in her mouth by a strap. Next she had to bend forward while a butt plug was inserted in her ass to relax her sphincter. When she straightened up, one of the twins affixed a padded alligator clamp to her clitoris. A silver ring dangled from the clamp. A delicate chain was attached to the ring and the woman was led to a holding spot behind the tables, her steps made mincing by the plug imbedded in her bottom. Meredith was chosen. Her roommate, Babs, wasn’t, to her disgust.

As the five prospective roasts were led away to be given their anti-gag injections and enemas, Rachel addressed the remaining guests. “Remember, this is all part of the play, ladies. You’re next, tomorrow. The twins are taking them back to their rooms for enemas, cleaning them out before we put them on the spits over there.” She pointed to the outdoor spitting area where five pits were set up. “You all need to come with me since you are part of the process.”

Looking through the open door of the first room showed a bound woman laying on her stomach on the bed, the base of the butt plug visible in her bottom crease. “She’s waiting for the treatment,” Rachel said. “Who’s her roommate?”

A hand came up from a bouncy brunette. “Me. I’m Hazel.”

“Go on in and keep her company until the twins can get her set up. Once she finishes on the toilet, put the chain back on her ring and lead her out to the spits.” As the woman went in, sat on the bed, and began to softly stroke the meat girl, Rachel continued on to parcel out the rest of the keepers.

In the next room, a meat girl was already in the bathroom with the twins, having the enema nozzle inserted in her bottom. The process fascinated Rachel, watching the three foot long, inch thick colonic nozzle being worked up the bent over naked woman’s plump ass by the two equally bare twins. The recipient was squealing through her ball gag as the nozzle worked its way further into her body. Rachel remembered Ari ( naturally) commenting, “This is really a super butt fuck!” It certainly was.

Once outside, Rachel chatted casually with Donna and the twins, waiting for the five roasts to be led out by their keepers. The two part spits were neatly set out on a table next to the spitting table. All that remained were the women, who began trickling back to the pits. The roasting girls were still bound and gagged, led by their keepers with leashes attached to their clitoral rings. Donna walked over and drew the first one towards the table, removing her cuffs, clip and gag, then securing the woman on its top with fixed straps so she couldn’t move and hurt herself. “Do you want the shaft in your cunt or your ass, honey?” She asked. The woman nervously told her she wanted it up her pussy. Without further ado, Donna took one of the wrought iron shafts and gently inserted the heat-resistant ceramic covered end into the woman’s vagina as far as it would go. Then she took a matching (ventilated) shaft with a much longer soft plastic covered section and inserted it through her mouth and down her esophagus into her stomach. Rachel quickly bound the woman’s meaty thighs, then her knees, calves and feet with cooking twine. After that, she did the same for her wrists and arms. Since she had breasts large enough to flop around, Donna bound them together, as well. Then Donna and Rachel gently lifted her and placed her on the spit machinery over the glowing coals. As she began to turn, her keeper/cook/roommate took a basting brush and began to cover her with olive oil mixed with spices.

Rachel chose the next one, Meredith. Meredith was silently reminding herself she’d volunteered for this, but she was nervous. Hell, she was scared stiff! Then Donna laid her down on the table and asked, “Where would you like it?” The only thing she could think of was how big the shaft was. Ass or pussy? She couldn’t think. That enema nozzle was big, wasn’t it? It hadn’t hurt. “Ass,” she replied.

Before she was strapped to the table, Meredith felt Rachel lifting her hips as a wedge shaped cushion was shoved under her pubis, elevating her buttocks for the impalement. Then she felt the shaft start up her ass. Wow! That thing was huge! She felt every fraction of an inch as it was gently inserted in her bowels. The shaft certainly was farther up her than one of the vaginal spits! She opened her mouth to change her mind, but Donna chose that moment to begin inserting the front half of the spit. After her legs and arms were secured to the spit halves and she was lifted to the roasting pit, Meredith discovered one other characteristic of anal spitting. With the bent knee and slightly spread thigh position mandated by the pole up her ass, her pussy was forced forward so it cooked more readily. Oh, please baste me and keep me wet, she thought, I don’t want it to burn. Then she experienced the first of many orgasms as the oily brush trailed across her excited cunt.

It was only a few minutes more before the other three were also spitted and turning over the coals. The guests acting as cooks were industriously coating their prospective meals with basting oil while the women on the spits writhed and twitched, either from the oil, the heat, or the whole experience. The movement of the women did nothing but excite the cooks. Rachel could tell many of them were already visualizing themselves on the spit.

Babs was enjoying herself hugely. Her face was flushed and her eyes shown brightly as she thoroughly covered Meredith with basting oil. Babs certainly didn’t miss the way the cooking woman squirmed and wriggled when she drew the oily brush across Meredith’s nicely presented cunt. “You know,” she commented to Donna with a grin, “I’m never going to look at pretty girls on the beach in quite the same way again.”

Donna, who had been evaluating half naked girls as prospective dinners for years, nodded. “Sort of gives you another perspective on the female form.” She continued, “She looks well settled and happy. After about an hour, we’ll bring them off the spit and give you all a taste of cooked pussy. Don’t want to overdo it with the first experience. As it is, they’ll come off hot, mildly delirious, sweaty, and with the juiciest pussy you’ve ever munched on.”

“Yum!” Babs enthused. “I can’t wait. I’m getting kind of juicy, myself.”

Donna reached down and tested the dampness of the woman’s cunt lips with a finger. “Yes, you certainly are. Give it a few more minutes for the excitement to build, then get one of the other girls and take care of the problem. Meredith’ll be fine for a while. Use one of the lounge chairs by the pool. We certainly have no secrets from each other here.”

Babs laughed and looked at Donna appraisingly. “Sounds like a plan. Are you booked up for the next little while?”

Donna smiled at Babs. The woman was quite beautiful, and had the kind of meaty frame Donna loved to get in the kitchen. That was also sexually attractive to her. “I think we might arrange something. Give me a few more minutes.” Babs nodded smilingly, then turned back to a very nicely roasting Meredith.

Rachel could see the guests, both on and off the spit, were enjoying the barbecue. There was something arousing, she reflected, in the idea of cooking another woman and knowing you, too, are just meat waiting for the spit. Sort of an ultimate submission thing. She could tell several of the amateur cooks were really getting into the program by the way they stared with slightly parted mouths at the women turning over the coals, caressing themselves unconsciously on the belly or the breasts.

One woman caught her eye, a little more slender than most. She was really getting into it, judging by the way she was absently running her hands over her body. Rachel looked harder, then started in surprise. Both the woman’s large breasts were dripping something, and they appeared to be almost hard. “She’s lactating,” a voice behind her said. Trust Amanda not to miss a mass woman roasting.

“But that’s usually only if…” Rachel began as she turned to talk to Amanda, then stopped as the implication sank in. For confirmation, she quickly looked around and glanced at the woman’s belly. Yes, she’d recently given birth.

“Six months ago,” Amanda confirmed, then raised a hand to forestall Rachel’s burst of outrage. “I was of two minds about accepting her application, given her mental state and what this place could do it. She had a miscarriage, and the husband dumped her immediately thereafter. Her friends and family got the money together to send her here, hoping to bring her out of her depression. Now, looking at her, I think something else is on her mind. I also think my approving her application was an error.”

There certainly was something else on the woman’s mind. It didn’t take Amanda’s ability to read minds to tell the woman was almost suicidally ready to have herself spitted and cooked up for an evening’s meal. Rachel glared at Amanda. “I should think that sort of readiness would appeal to you.”

Amanda looked at Rachel, and her expression was surprisingly mild. “You of all people should know I have personal rules about what I do. Putting her on the menu her would be like shooting fish in a barrel and, as far as I’m concerned, done for all the wrong reasons.”

Rachel relaxed. As a matter of fact, she DID know Amanda had her rules. Rachel had her qualms, a great many of them, about woman eating, but taking this one in her current mental state would be so wrong as to be disgusting. It surprised her to find herself in agreement with Amanda on the subject of eating a woman, but there it was. Perhaps Amanda wasn’t totally a subhuman beast.

Amanda grinned. “There you go. Absolutely right. Simply a human beast. The distinction’s important, at least to me.

“Now,” she continued, “let’s go snap this lady out of her trance and see if we can get her mind back in some form of reasonable channels. Not normal, you understand, or she wouldn’t be enjoying this with us, but reasonable. Come with me and we’ll see what we can do. Your perspective may be important to her.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, but dutifully followed Amanda. Perhaps she could help.

Amanda strolled up to the woman from the side and, reaching over, gently squeezed her left breast, causing another drop of milk to form on the nipple. The breast was so firm as to be hard. “Hm,” she said, “hello, Juli. It appears you forgot to do something this morning.”

Juli, started, appeared to come out of her trance, and turned to face Amanda with a degree of embarrassment on her face. “I-I forgot this morning. Everything here is so exciting and I was so interested, I guess I just forgot to do it.”

By this time, Amanda was testing the right breast. “And expressing the milk down the sink, I expect. Well, I see no need to waste it. I’m sure Donna would love to have it for one of her wonderful sauces. Come to the kitchen with us and Rachel and I will see about milking you.”

Once in the kitchen, Amanda took a large stainless steel bowl and placed it on the cooking island. “Here, Juli, bend over this and put your hands on either side of the bowl.”

Her breasts were large enough that the nipples were just above the bowl. Amanda began gently stroking her breasts, from the base to the tip, then took the nipples and began to alternately squeeze them, starting the milk flowing into the bowl. Once the milk was flowing, Amanda began alternately squeezing the each breast in a classic milking motion. “There,” she commented, “that’s going quite nicely.” Juli sighed gratefully as the pressure began to ease.

As she milked Juli, Amanda casually commented, “This place is supposed to be fun, you know. I’m afraid I can’t permit what you are contemplating. It would ruin the ambiance, if nothing else.”

Juli started up in surprise, but was held in place by Amanda’s grip on her breasts. “I-I thought you ate women. Killed them and ate them.”

Amanda nodded, her attention still on her milking chore. “Right the first time… I think we will have one of the twins milk you every day you’re here. Be a wonderful addition to meals… Of course we eat women. Did yesterday, will tonight, and every night thereafter.”

She looked Juli full in the eye. “However, this is not an assisted suicide program. Care to tell us why you’re so interested in ending it all? Not that these breasts wouldn’t make a lovely dessert, you understand, but I’d prefer to leave them on you for the time being.” Amanda kept milking Juli as she talked.

The story, as Juli eventually stumbled it out, was essentially the one summarized by Amanda at the cooking pits. Juli was fed up with life and wanted to end it all. Amanda shook her head critically, shaking a last few drops off Juli’s nipples. “There, that should do it. Come here first thing in the morning and one of the staff will do the daily milking. As long as you are around, we will be perfectly happy to supplement our condiments with your milk. Now, come with us into the living room.”

Numbly, Juli did as she was told, and shortly found herself sitting between Amanda and Rachel on the couch. She was acutely aware that the other two women were sitting so close that their nude hips were pressing into hers. The contact of the soft flesh felt good. Rachel put an arm around Juli’s bare shoulders and said, “Juli, darling, there’s a whole lot to live for out there. You’re here to have fun and enjoy yourself in a nice perverted fashion while you lose weight. As long as you are alive, you can always get a second chance. If we were to cook you, all those chances would go away.”

“Absolutely!” Amanda said in a bluff fashion. “In fact,” she further burlesqued, “I absolutely forbid you to consider ending up as steaks and such. If nothing else, it would leave us with an uneven number of guests. Who would cook Charlene - your roommate is Charlene, isn’t she - and enjoy her delicious pussy? Think of how you’ll be disappointing her and totally ruining her spa experience. That alone should fill you with guilt and remorse.”

Juli slowly looked from one of the women to the other. Suddenly, she found the soft press of their bare flesh on her hips comforting. “You care, don’t you,” she said softly. “You really care. Maybe I can, too.”

Rachel took her in her arms. “Of course we do.” Then she kissed her.

Amanda bounced out of the couch. “Right, then. That’s settled. Charlene should be just about done. We need to be getting all of the girls off their spits and set up so the rest of you can have truly great dining experience.”

Juli got slowly off the couch and approached Amanda, then kissed her softly on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

It amused Rachel to note that Amanda Blake, predator and hunting beast, could actually blush uncomfortably.

The roasts were lifted off the coals and placed on their backs on large platters. After the spits were removed, their hands were tied under their knees to hold their legs back, almost to their shoulders. It was certain that the women themselves didn’t have the strength to do it on their own. Donna slipped a slim vibrator up each woman’s ass to keep her excited so the pussy would stay sopping wet, then garnished her with fruit and parsley. The twins carried each platter and set it in front of the enthusiastic diners. As the diners dived in, the groans, moans and squeals of the meat filled the air.

Babs untied Meredith’s hands so her legs could flop on to her shoulders, grabbed her soft haunches and proceeded to make a meal of her. Looking up at a smiling Donna, Meredith’s pussy juice coating her mouth, she said enthusiastically, “Oh! This is great! I’ve never had cooked pussy on a girl before. She tastes wonderful.”

After the sounds died down, the sated dinners were untied, helped off the platters and led to the hot tub to relax and soothe their overexcited bodies. “All right, ladies,” Amanda told the diners, “the rest of the afternoon is free time. Swim or sun, if you like.” Noting the expressions on several faces, she continued, “Or use the pool lounges for other things. Public sex is definitely encouraged here. Fingering, licking and other amusements will certainly not be frowned upon.” Hazel, she noted, grabbed the hand of the woman next to her and made a beeline for the lounge chairs. Amanda headed back into the house with both of the twins in tow.

The girl Donna prepared for dinner that night was received well by all, Rachel included. She also noted that Juli was far more cheerful and animated. With luck, Rachel decided, Juli was off her suicide kick and back on the road to recovery. Hell of a thing to say, she thought wryly, here we are eating one woman and worrying about another wanting to voluntarily go the same route. Still, the thought of Juli perking up made her feel better, like she’d won some small victory. Later that night, she shared a bed with Juli and enjoyed the fruits of her victory.

NEXT POST

Several days later, Donna was lying on the bed, legs comfortably crossed, propped up with several pillows behind her back as she used a pencil and clipboard to work out the menus for the next several days. She was alone, since Amanda was in Vegas, working on one of her cases. The house was as peaceful as it could get with fifteen women in it, so it was a good time to get in a little work without interruption.

She looked up as Amanda entered the bedroom in her trademark silent glide, then sighed. So much for work without interruption. She determinedly went back to her clipboard, hoping to finish without distraction. “Juiiicy, I’m home,” Amanda caroled pleasantly. Nope, no hope for peace and quiet.

“How’d it go?”

“Interesting case,” Amanda commented as she began to remove her trademark leather vest and skintight pants. “It’s a cheating ring, hitting the casinos on a random basis. So far, they’ve gotten about a half million pounds… three quarters of a million dollars.”

Donna was surprised and interested. “Wow! How’d they do it?”

Nude now, Amanda leaped onto the bed and stretched out, her hands behind her head as it rested on the pillows. “Oh, quite handily, I should think. The methods weren’t my department. The Casino Owners’ Association wanted me to find who was doing it when they began to exceed random losses. The how was for specialized experts. I’m a people hunter, as you are well aware. I finally found the front person was a very nicely built Swedish blonde. Following her led me to the others. We haven’t picked them up yet -waiting to get videos of them in the act - but I’ve waived half my standard fee if I get the blonde.”

That figured. “I take it,” Donna said, “that means we’re going to have Swedish meatballs soon.”

“If you think it appropriate,” Amanda replied. “The Association agreed with my terms, which included the proviso that I be allowed to hunt her down when the hammer falls on their little scam. I’ll pick her up soon. I haven’t quite decided if she should provide the end of session barbecue or be kept for a more appropriate occasion. Professional input from the chef is appreciated.”

Donna thought for a moment. She never doubted Amanda would catch the girl. “Well, given what I’ve seen from this group of clients, we ought to have at least one volunteer before the end of session, so we’ll have plenty of meat for the off time. Possibly skewering the blonde will push whoever decides into making her decision. It will save us money on the cost of an imported girl, as well as being a more unusual treat for the guests. It will disappoint the twins again, but that can’t be helped.”

Amanda nodded. “True, it can’t be helped. When we do cook them, I think I’m going to miss Candy’s sweet pussy and Ari’s adorable ass.”

Donna snorted. “I’ve never seen that much difference between them. Frankly, I still can’t tell them apart.”

“It depends on if they land on their belly or their back in bed,” Amanda helpfully explained.

“That’s the only way,” Donna commented wryly.

“Speaking of that,” Amanda said thoughtfully, “I think I’d like a midnight snack.”

Donna rolled her eyes. Amanda wasn’t talking about a sandwich and a drink, and she knew it. “Grilled, I suppose.”

Amanda looked at her in feigned surprise. “Of course.”

Donna gave an ironic snort. Oh well. She was used to it. She pinched her flesh just back of the hipbone. Hm. Getting a little thick, there. A session might do her some good. After all, she still wasn’t getting as much exercise as she wanted. “I’ll get the cuffs and gag. Just don’t set the heat too high. I have to sit down, tomorrow.”

Amanda suddenly sat bolt upright, the image of an alert predator. “Hold it a few minutes. There’s something I want to check on.” Without another word, she flowed off the bed and out of the room, stalking in perfect silence down the hall. Donna shrugged, got out of bed and began to rummage in a dresser drawer.

Amanda had heard the sound of someone trying to sneak down the hall, but discounted it. Could be anything, and it was obviously, telling by the noises, one of the guests. Then she heard a voice, but only one voice, speaking somewhere further up the hall. That had attracted her attention. As she edged out of the hall and into the living room, she saw it was Meredith, speaking into a cell phone. That was forbidden by the spa contract, but Amanda did nothing and didn’t move, just listened.

“Yes, I know,” Meredith was saying, “but I’ve only been here a few days. I’ll have some pictures by the end of the week. I’ll drop them at the spot Jim wanted. When is he going to start? Tomorrow? Good. Well, I won’t be able to get you a full story until the end of the session. Just be patient. The tape’ll be worth it.”

Interesting. Meredith, as Amanda recalled, was a TV reporter for a local station. Something to keep an eye on.

As silently as she had come, she left. After all, there were more important things in the offing. Like her midnight snack.

Donna was waiting as she got back to the room, holding a ball gag and several pairs of cuffs. “Wonderful!” Amanda enthused. “Let’s get you fixed up.” Taking the gag, she inserted the ball in Donna’s open mouth, then clipped the strap together behind her head. With that done, she cuffed the woman’s hands behind her. “Leg cuffs in the kitchen. Follow me, please.”

Leading the way out of the room, with a docile Donna following, Amanda headed for the kitchen. Since the route went through the living room and Meredith hadn’t returned, she was curious to see what the woman would do. Meredith was startled to see Amanda and the bound and gagged Donna, but hid her surprise. She also slipped the cell phone underneath her. Amanda smiled at her in the darkened room. “Just preparing a little midnight munchies, Meredith. Care to see how its done?”

From what she could see in the dark, Donna seemed resigned to whatever was happening. Donna was the chef and manager, surely Amanda wasn’t planning to kill and eat her! Curious, Meredith got up and followed.

In the kitchen, Amanda affixed Donna’s ankle cuffs. “I occasionally hanker after a little grilled pussy after hours,” Amanda said pleasantly. “Donna always kindly consents to supply the eats.”

Lifting Donna’s well upholstered body wasn’t something Meredith would have considered lightly, but Amanda made it seem easy as she picked up the bound woman and put her on her back on the cooking island. Donna drew her knees back as Amanda rummaged in the pantry, retrieving a small jar. “Just what we need,” she announced, “a little pussy stimulant.”

As she took a small brush from a kitchen drawer and began to spread a small amount of the contents on the tasty cunt displayed in front of her, Amanda explained. “One of Donna’s secret concoctions. A very low grade irritant that stimulates the genital nerves. Just the right amount and she’ll be wet before the heat hits her. After it does, she’ll really be fun.”

Meredith watched fascinated as Amanda finished preparing Donna’s pussy and lifted the naked woman again, this time to sit her on the electric grill. With a workmanlike flourish, Amanda turned on the grill. “There. Low heat because I like my meat rare.” Meredith noticed Donna’s nipples were erect.

As the heat began to build, Donna’s eyes rolled back, then she began to squirm in all directions at once and make noises through her gag. Meredith watched, fascinated the woman begin to wriggle and twitch as her pussy and surrounding area were grilled. After a few moments, Donna stiffened, arching her back and moaned loudly. Meredith could hear the sizzle as her juices hit the grill’s heating element. It began to make her own cunt tingle. “Several more like that,” Amanda commented, “and she’ll be ready to eat.”

“Um. What’s happening? This looks like fun.” Came Babs’s voice from the kitchen doorway.

“Amanda’s grilling Donna’s pussy for a midnight snack,” Meredith explained. “Donna’s having so much fun, I wish it was me.”

Amanda smiled at her. “That can be arranged. Babs, would you like a little hot grilled pussy?”

“Anywhere, any time.” Babs grinned as she put a finger down between Meredith’s butt cheeks to test the temperature of her cunt, bringing her up on her toes as the finger went in almost all the way. “Feels like this one will be ready to go as soon as you take Donna off to eat. I love the taste of Meredith’s pussy, cooked or raw, but cooked, especially. What do I do?”

Amanda pointed to a counter drawer. “There’s cuffs and gags and such in that drawer. You can put them on her now, because Donna will be ready to eat in just a few minutes. When she’s cuffed, take a very little of the stimulant in that jar and brush it lightly over her outer cunt, especially the clitoris. Just dip the brush tip lightly in the mixture and that will be plenty. Too much will irritate instead of stimulate.”

Babs followed Amanda’s instructions, bending Meredith over the counter so she could properly season her pussy. Since she knew Meredith liked it in the ass, she also put a tiny dab on her already partially open anus. By that time, Donna had moaned her way through several other literally sizzling orgasms and was ready to eat. Amanda lifted her off to place her on her back on the table, then put Meredith on to grill. “Call me when she’s ready,” Amanda told Babs, then dove into the tempting meal clenching in front of her. Donna’s sound effects intensified, stimulating Meredith as much as the mixture and the heat. To Meredith’s excited mind, the idea of grilling her pussy while it was still on her was enough to send her shuddering into her first orgasm. The other two followed in short order, and Meredith found herself on her back on the table next to Donna, having her pussy expertly nibbled by Babs.

Donna’s cries eventually silenced and it was clear the woman had passed out. Amanda smiled as she took a paper towel and wiped down both Donna’s sopping cunt and her own mouth. “Always say that hits the spot!”

She spared a moment to watch Babs industriously working on Meredith. From the sounds, the pair were certainly enjoying themselves! Picking up Donna and settling the unconscious woman over her shoulder, Amanda waved to the happily licking Babs. “Have fun, dear. Just clean up when you leave. I have to get this one,” she slapped Donna’s plump bare ass, “back to bed. Night, all.”

Since Babs had no intention of hefting her snack around like Amanda had Donna, she waited for Meredith to finally calm down. Then she removed her bindings and gag, and lifted her legs onto the table to allow her to recover. “Thanks,” Meredith said, “I’m exhausted. That was one hell of a session.”

“My pleasure,” Babs said, wiping her mouth with a paper towel. “Hope your hands, at least, aren’t tired. I’m going to need a little treatment when we get back to the room.”

Enwrapped in the afterglow, Meredith simply nodded. For a few moments, they quietly chatted. Finally, Meredith asked, “This place is so wild. I wonder why nobody talks about what happens. The only way I found out about it was hearing that there was a spa that really delivered the weight loss. It wasn’t until the interview that I really was told anything.”

Seated in front of the table, Babs leaned forward and gently began stroking Meredith’s bare flesh. “Not really surprising,” Babs commented. “Would you want anybody outside the experience to know what you are doing? None of this is illegal, but publicity would be bad for them and especially for their clients… like us. Amanda promises total discretion and she has to deliver to stay in business. Did you read all those papers you signed?”

“No, not completely. I know one of them was a nondisclosure agreement, but those don’t mean much, do they?”

“Oh, yes, this one does,” Babs contradicted. “I’m a lawyer, so I read everything and, believe me, every one of those documents is iron clad. The penalties for disclosure aren’t liability in a lawsuit or anything like that. If you talk, Amanda has your permission to come get you and cook you for real. Talk and you’re just as much meat as those girls we’ve been eating for dinner.”

Meredith shuddered, for more than one reason. “Oh, you’re not kidding, are you!”

“Nope, but don’t worry. Just enjoy and keep your mouth shut, then you’ll be perfectly safe, satisfied, and down about fifteen or so pounds. I’m already losing weight, according to the weigh-ins. I can’t wait to see how I finish up!” Babs said enthusiastically.

Later that night, Meredith had a hard time getting to sleep. She felt trapped. If she did the story, she risked becoming so much barbecue. If she didn’t do the story, she was going to be fired and blacklisted for sure. Damn that asshole station owner and his airhead wife. She was going to have to do the piece and hope it ran Amanda out of town before she came after her. The station’d damn well better protect her.

The next morning, Amanda entered the kitchen in search of Rachel. Donna was there, as usual, setting up the breakfast servings with one of the twins. Rachel was at an unused island, milking Juli. Apparently, she’d taken up milking the girl as a morning chore, which Amanda thought added a nice country touch to the spa, fresh milk and all that sort of thing. “Rachel,” Donna called, “when you finish, bring her milk over to the stove. I want to use it to make the omelets.”

“Okay,” Rachel called back without looking up. Her concentration was entirely on draining Juli’s breasts. From the expression on her face, Juli was certainly enjoying the process.

Amanda gently laid a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “When you finish, I need you to help me.”

Rachel shot her a glance. “What’s up?”

“I want you to get the body paint kit and meet me in my bedroom. I have something to do.”

Rachel looked hard at her, for another second, but said nothing in front of Juli. The only time she could think of that Amanda painted herself was in a camouflage pattern when she was about to go hunting. Was one of the guests going to try her hand as a runner?

Amanda smiled back “Yes. No. That’s a sport I haven’t decided we want to institute at the moment. I’ll tell you, and everyone else what’s up when appropriate. I just need to do a little checking and I don’t want to be obvious about it. Finish what you’re doing and come see me. I have a few things to do first, anyway.”

She patted Juli on her bottom cheek. “That’s a wonderful condiment you’re providing, my dear. Please do keep it up. Donna is able to do so many nice things with your milk, and everybody else thinks it tastes wonderful.” Amanda enjoyed Juli’s smile for a moment, then left.

The wooded hills surrounding the spa certainly weren’t England, Amanda reflected, but they were lush enough. Good thing the water from that reservoir, Lake Whatisname, was close enough to feed this little valley. The surrounding area was high desert, no real fun, and hot, too. The valley was hot enough, but the desert was far hotter. The vegetation and the water helped moderate the heat in the area around the spa , somewhat. As she slipped through the brush and low trees, tastefully attired in painted on tiger stripes, she smiled. It was good to be back on a real hunt, even if there wasn’t going to be a nice tasty cooked pussy at the end of it. Hm, now where to look? She paused and went into a trance, opening her senses to the environment. Yes, there was someone out there. The previously referred to Jim, perhaps? Where would he be? The most logical place would be cover near a trail, for easy access, and with a good view of the pool and pits. Right about…there.

Jim French smiled as he set up his camouflaged blind. He didn’t really know what was so special about this place. Nobody at the station did, but that wasn’t important. Judging by what he could already see in his binoculars, there were a good number of naked women down there, having breakfast and doing other things. If this was a taste of things to come, this assignment was going to be much more fun than usual. He decided he was going to dub a copy of the tapes for himself. They promised to be good.

Catching sight of one of the women, he perked up. If he could get a better view, that looked like…

Intent on the woman, he reached blindly behind himself for his binoculars, then froze as they were handed to him. He spun around, to confront an outlandishly painted creature right out of Steven King. It was only at second glance that he recognized the creature as a nude redheaded woman done up like a cat, her only garments boots and a belt with a knife on it. With a third glance, he got a good look at her face and froze.

“Exactly,” Amanda said. “I think you just got taken off this assignment. If you simply leave everything and go, you will find out your station manager will concur in that fact. I will also allow you to leave with no further problems.”

“Bu-but…”

Amanda smiled. The effect wasn’t comforting. “A Russian friend that manages the Crystal contacted the station owner earlier this morning, and negotiated its sale. I understand he got it for a very good price, too. As a new broom sweeps clean, there’s been a complete reassessment of assignments. If you get there quickly, you might even get one of them, as opposed to being declared excess to current needs.

“If it were me, I’d probably want to check into the new opportunities as soon as possible,” she continued. Calmly, she took out her hunting knife and casually sliced off one of the pocket flaps of Jim’s designer hunting shirt. The blade went through the tough cloth with absolutely no effort. “There ARE other alternatives, you know.”

Jim knew when to take a hint, and to his heels. When he got back, he found out everything the insane cat-woman had told him was true.

Thereafter, a number of minor changes took place around the spa, all but one as a result of a staff meeting discussing cameramen and Meredith’s midnight cell phone habits. The one that was not a result of the meeting was that Meredith took to carrying around a beach style tote bag, ostensibly for her book and portable CD player. It also served to conceal the little video recorder hidden in its bottom. With it, she was able to get some lovely shots of the daily routine around the spa, especially the afternoon roasting. Of course, she didn’t use it when SHE was on the spit, but Babs figured prominently in a number of sequences. So did just about everyone else.

As she tended her squirming roommate, her spitted naked body beautifully rotating over the coals, Meredith consoled herself with the thought that this was a picture to treasure forever. She intended to keep a copy of the tape for herself. Using a fork to push one plump buttock out of the way and enable her to brush a little more olive oil on Babs’s rhythmically contracting anus, Meredith decided that it was a shame she wasn’t cooking the woman for real. Babs would certainly be a tender and juicy meal, probably better than the girls they had for dinner. Donna said there was going to be a special treat for the end of session barbecue, and Meredith hoped it would be an American of Babs’s body type. Polynesians and South Americans were delicious, but watching a slightly plump domestic girl wriggle on the spit was just so much more fun!

Meredith stood back, crossed her arms under her breasts and licked her lips as she watched Babs cook. It was tremendously exciting to cook another girl, even in play. Not only were you taking her the edge, there was always that unspoken background thought that this could be for real. That she wasn’t going to come off that spit except as a meal, and you were vulnerable to the same thing. The thought generated a sexual tingle deep in her cunt and made her squeeze her thighs together to prolong the thrill.

Oh, well, no matter what else you could say about cooking over the coals, and there was a lot to say, it really melted the pounds off a girl. She figured she be close to a hundred and thirty before the session ended. Priceless!

Also priceless was the tape she had of the class Donna gave one day on what the best parts of a woman were for various dishes, using Hazel as a demonstrator. Not only was it informative, it was fun! She thought back…

“All right, ladies,” Donna said to the group, her arm around Hazel, “you’ve been asking me about what parts of a girl go good with what. Hazel here,” she gave her a quick hug, “has volunteered to help me show you.

“First, we talk about these.” She gently squeezed one of Hazel’s grapefruit sized breasts.

“I can’t do that with Juli, she’d squirt at me,” Donna said wryly. Everyone laughed, including Juli. By now, the entire group knew about her and her past problems, and were giving her all the support they could. The general warmth was bringing Juli further out of her depression every day. “We all like to play with them, and they taste good on a girl. Since that special dessert a few days back, you also know they taste great on a plate, but they’re very rich. They need to be lightly roasted in a small oven, so as to preserve the fat and flavor, then garnished with a sweet cream sauce.”

“Turn around, dear,” she said to Hazel, and the woman complied. “Now the buttocks are excellent roasting.” Donna grabbed a handful of the plump soft meat. “Either roast one by itself over a low heat or slice them for steaks. Don’t overcook. These, the thighs and the hips cook best when whole roasting a girl. Calves and upper arms are good too.”

Donna traced an oval around the center of Hazel’s buttock, just above the thigh, with her fingernail. The gesture made Hazel shiver. “This is a good cut for broiling. The meat further towards the center is the most tender, while the outer side towards the hip generally needs a little more artistry. It’s not tough, but more like the difference between tenderloin and sirloin.”

Running a hand down Hazel’s smooth thigh, she squeezed the delicate inner thigh meat. “Cut steaks off this strip, here, where the thighs are most tender. The rest can be cut crosswise with the bone in.

“Bend over and spread your legs, Hazel, let’s have a look at your prime filet. Don’t blush girl, everyone’s had a good taste of it by now.” Again, everyone including Hazel laughed. “To remove it, start cutting just below the anus and down, curving around the outside of the pubis, then back again. If your cooking girl has a pussy as plump as Hazel’s, there will be plenty of tender meat surrounding the true gourmet’s delight in the center. Make sure you only saute it lightly. Too much cooking will spoil the flavor.”

Meredith’s daydream was interrupted as Babs gasped and wriggled through an intense orgasm. One more like that and she’d be ready to come off and eat, Meredith thought. Great! Thinking about the cooking class had really built up an appetite for cooked pussy, and Babs had a nice one, plump and juicy.

As the days went by, Meredith became an habitual member of the daily exercise trail walk. Midway, she’d always fall back and slip the videotape cassette from under her T-shirt and drop it under a bush in approximately the same spot every time. Someone would be by to retrieve the tape about an hour later.

At dinner the afternoon before the end of session party, Donna made an announcement. “Ladies, I want everyone to gather in the living room after dinner. We will be playing a little game and discussing the girl we’ll be roasting for tomorrow’s meal.”

A hand came up. “Will we be whole roasting a live girl, like we did for the first meal?”

Donna nodded with a smile and Meredith felt herself quiver. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. A live roasting was exciting. The first time, she was too new to woman eating to appreciate what was happening, but not now. Now she was planning to participate fully in it and enjoy every second.

Donna pulled Meredith aside after dinner. “Meredith, dear, would you please meet Rachel in the kitchen? You’re going to be part of tonight’s game.”

“Of course.”

When Meredith got to the kitchen, she found the twins fussing over a tall, gorgeous blonde with a Playboy grade figure. The blonde, Ursula Koneig - a.k.a. Lisa May Foster from Ozona, Texas - was the previously discussed bonus from Amanda’s latest case. She was already nude in cuffs and ball gag with her pussy shaved and looked nervous as hell about the fact. As well she should, Meredith reflected. This one was obviously destined for the carving platter. Meredith walked over and gently stroked and fondled the nervous woman from breast to bottom, judging the meat. This was really an excellent meal standing here. “She looks delicious. Is she also part of the game tonight?” She asked.

“Yes,” Rachel replied, “just like you are. Come over here and I’ll put the cuffs and gag on you, then you’ll both be ready to go.”

“Great!” Meredith turned around and held her wrists behind her back for Rachel to cuff and submitted quietly to having the ball gag put in her mouth. Then the twins escorted both restrained women to the living room, where everyone was waiting. The two were seated side by side on the couch, close enough that their soft hip flesh pressed together. That was really titillating, Meredith decided, being in body contact with a real meat girl. She wondered how it would be to have sex with her.

Donna stood up and addressed the group. “Well ladies, I hope everyone is happy with how you now look.”

That was greeted with pleased sounds and big smiles. Everyone was a good bit slimmer, and there wasn’t a flabby tummy in the bunch. Many of the women still had full figures, but everyone was bikini grade.

Donna’s face turned serious. “That’s good, because the spa faced a threat this session that almost closed it down.”

Amidst the general hubbub, Meredith’s breath caught in her throat. She knew what Donna was talking about! What had happened? How much did they know? All of a sudden, she had an awful suspicion why she was now in cuffs and ball gag. She’d just walked into a trap!

Donna held up her hand for silence. When she got it, she continued. “You know we forbid cell phones, videotape recorders and all outside contact while you are here. That is for your protection as well as ours. Nothing we do here is illegal, but the spa is all about casting aside inhibitions, enjoying yourself in an unconventional manner without any worries about reputations or publicity. Adverse or unrestrained publicity can hurt too many of us. Well, those restrictions were violated and someone took video tapes of what has been happening for the last week, with the intention of putting it on the local news. Watch the TV.”

All eyes were glued to the screen as the tape began to run, an excerpt showing the afternoon girl roasting. There were excellent shots of Babs writhing on a spit over the coals, a number of the women having sex together by the pool and Meredith enthusiastically eating the juicy pussy of a squirming, moaning Babs. “There’s a great deal more like this,” Donna commented after the tape ran out. “This is just a portion of one of them. All of you are in one scene or another.”

Babs was horrified. Not only was she a lawyer, but a prominent one, and on the short list for the next judgeship. Any television news story based on that tape would not only kill her chances for the bench, it would blow her whole career out of the water. It only took a second to make the connection between the tapes and Meredith’s job. She turned and glared at the restrained woman, who looked back forlornly. “YOU took those pictures! You’re here doing a story!”

Donna nodded and continued calmly, “Yes, she is. She used a concealed camera in her beach bag. However, the story will not happen.”

Babs, and most of the other women, almost collapsed with relief. “When we became aware of what was happening, a friend of Amanda’s bought the station - rather cheaply, I’m told - and had the station manager continue to act as though the story was still on whenever Meredith called him, although the station staff now is firmly convinced the whole idea never happened. They will stay that way if they know what is good for them,” Donna said grimly. “We picked up the tapes from Meredith’s drop point, so nobody but us has seen them. We intend for it to stay that way. They will be destroyed by fire tomorrow afternoon.”

“Babs,” Donna said, “as a lawyer, you know we have full legal authority to do anything we want to anyone that releases information without permission.”

Babs, her face set, nodded grimly. She could see where things were heading. So did most of the other women. Meredith was beginning to get some appraising looks from the group.

Donna spoke up again. “We have every intention of spit roasting Meredith, ladies. We could have taken her quietly after most of you left, but we thought it necessary that you know what was happening. The reason you are all here is to make a decision. We had originally intended for Ursula to be tomorrow’s meal, but you can choose Meredith, if you wish. We’ll eat Ursula later if Meredith is chosen. Which one would you like?”

Juli, her eyes blazing, was quickest off the mark. “I’ll be glad to ram the pole up that bitch’s ass myself!” A large number of voices made it plane she spoke for the group as a whole.

Donna nodded. “Very well, Meredith it is.” She motioned to the twins. “Ladies, please take them back to the holding cell and make them comfortable. Amanda or I will be down later.”

As the two restrained women were led away, Donna faced the group again. “I said we will make them comfortable. We do not mistreat anyone.” Then she grinned. “Simply have them as the main course for dinner.”

Babs raised her hand. “Yes, Babs?”

“Uh, I’ve been…ah…thinking about those tapes,” she said hesitantly, then her eyes twinkled. “Can we all watch them again?”

As Amanda surveyed the wreckage in the living room the next morning, she reflected that it was a good thing there was nothing on the schedule but Meredith’s roasting later that afternoon. Cushions and a variety of items were scattered all over the place, along with a number of nude women, either intertwined with each other or sleeping it off alone. The tapes were obviously more stimulating than she thought. The guests certainly appeared to love them. Something to think about for the next session. No giveaways, though, she didn’t want anything like that leaving here and possibly falling into the wrong hands. The twins were already burning the ones Meredith took, using a spare barbecue pit.

Glancing around, she noticed Charlene happily asleep on an equally relaxed Hazel. The two together made a luscious picture, but Charlene even more so, since she’d come to Amanda yesterday and asked to go the whole way as a dinner. The woman had an excellent body and the taste of her pussy was exquisite. Once again, provisions between sessions were not going to be a problem. Strolling over, she trailed a hand lightly down Charlene’s back, pausing to pat a buttock lightly and enjoy the way it quivered when patted. The meat in her bottom was obviously very tender. Ari was going to be delighted to bite into one of her rump steaks. She ought to have one herself, Amanda decided. Actually, with Charlene and Ursula, they were fully stocked for some time to come.

“Amanda?” It was Donna, accompanied by Rachel. “Can we talk for a moment?”

“Of course. I’d have thought you’d be busy fixing breakfast.”

Donna smiled wryly and waved a hand at the scene in the living room. “After this? I can guarantee you those that made it to their beds are in no better shape. I’ve laid out a buffet in the dining area. We haven’t eaten yet, either, so we can have breakfast while we talk. There’s even some bacon.” Donna had been experimenting with curing and smoking belly meat from several of the girls they’d eaten.

Amanda smiled. “Sounds delicious! Lead on.”

As they tucked into their loaded plates, Rachel brought up the subject she wished to discuss. “You know I’ve been sleeping with Juli a lot, lately. Well, she asked me something last night.”

Amanda frowned. “You know my feelings on cooking her.”

Rachel shook her head. “No, nothing like that. She asked if we could find a place for her to work here for a while. She feels comfortable with us and doesn’t really feel she can go back to her other life quite yet. On the whole, I agree. She knows the routine and the spa, and I feel I could use her. Donna agrees.”

“As a paid employee?”

Donna said, “I know the state of her finances and she really doesn’t need the money. I think a token wage would satisfy her and keep things on a professional level all around.”

Amanda bit into a piece of bacon. Excellent. Girl bacon was so much more tasty than that made from a pig. She seemed to recall this cut came from one of the guests that volunteered like Charlene. Bacon made from a woman was something unprecedented for Amanda, and only a master chef like Donna could have done it. Pity. Amanda really wanted to have Donna’s pussy grilled on a thigh steak, but she was now far too useful for that. She was going to have to content herself with tasting the aforesaid pussy live. On the other hand, there were compensations. Donna made such interesting noises and moved so beautifully during anal intercourse, and her lovely full bottom was so much fun to bounce around on.

“All right,” she said finally, “if nothing else, Juli can at least provide us with plenty of milk. I presume she’ll be living with Rachel, so accommodations won’t be a problem.”

Rachel and Donna both smiled, although Rachel blushed slightly. “The only problem I foresee is with the twins,” she commented. “As soon as they see we have another member of the staff, I’m going to start getting pestered about scheduling them on the menu, again.”

Amanda sighed theatrically. “Oh my, the sacrifices those poor girls make. In any case, with Ursula and Charlene in the larder, I’m afraid we have enough meat to last us for a while. Well, give them a few sessions each on the two part spits and they’ll be mollified.”

All three laughed.

Meredith and Ursula were cuddling each other in the holding cell, actually a comfortable apartment in the basement with bars instead of a door. Both were slightly stoned and very sexually sated. The twins had spent the night with them, along with a wide selection of sex toys, wine and a bag of pot. Meredith was now rather resigned and a little mellow about her impending roasting. Must be the pot, she thought. What the hell. The guests were certainly going to get their money’s worth. She already knew she looked beautiful on a spit and everybody said she had a great tasting pussy. The rest of her ought to be just as delicious. Donna would certainly make sure she tasted excellent.

“You know,” she said as she idly caressed Ursula’s breast, “I love Ari’s technique, but I feel like my bottom hole is still gaping.”

“Stand up,” Ursula said. When Meredith did so, Ursula spread the woman’s cheeks and gave her anus a critical examination. “Still open a little, but no big gape. Besides, you want it loose for the spit. It’ll make it easier for you when they put it up your ass.”

Meredith nodded in a boozy fashion, then sat back down. “Yep, keep it good and loose so it slides in easy.”

The cell door made metallic noises as it was unlocked. “Well, look who’s here,” Meredith said. “It’s the cooks come to choose dinner.”

Amanda and Donna walked into the room. As Donna helped Meredith up and led her to the kitchen, Amanda showed Ursula what appeared to be a black strap. “Electronic collar,” she said. “Put this on and you can wander where you like, except off the property or into the kitchen. Wear this and you can range free and do as you will until it’s time for you to be cooked. Want to?”

Ursula stood up, a bit unsteadily. “Do it.”

Meredith was first led to her old bedroom, where she found the twins waiting in the bathroom with a scowling Juli, who was observing at her own request. “Enema time,” Ari, possibly, said. “You know what to do. Bend and spread.”

Meredith nodded, bent over to give the girls easy access, then grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart. As many times as she’d been deep cleaned for the spit, she knew the procedure backwards and forwards. After a second, Meredith could feel the thick colonic nozzle entering her ass. Her pussy tingled and she tightened her gut as the tube began to force its way inside her. Half way through, she started squealing, just like she did for a regular butt fuck, and she tried to keep herself from moving around, but was unable to keep from involuntarily squirming. To brace herself, she released her buttocks to flop back around the colonic hose and put her hands on her bent knees. The rest of the procedure went normally.

After she was clean, Ari, again possibly, said, “Okay, honey, bend over again. We’re going to put a butt plug in your ass to keep you open until spitting time.” Her bottom hole was gaping so wide, the plug just slipped in. Meredith felt her muscles slowly contracting around the plug’s base. Ari was watching her as she straightened, and smiled as she examined Meredith’s ass. Those buttocks were certainly plush, plump and tasty looking. They ought to slice like butter.

Meanwhile, Candy, probably, had a glass of wine ready for her. “Here you go, Meredith,” she said. “Drink as much as you want. Donna wants to wine baste you from the inside.”

At Meredith’s questioning look, Candy, definitely, explained. “When the spit punctures your stomach to enter the esophagus, everything in it will spill out. The wine will fill your body cavity and marinate your organs as you cook.”

Meredith nodded agreeably. What else could she do? She carried the wine glass with her and sipped as she made her mincing way to the kitchen with her escort. That plug made walking a little difficult, but she done it so many times by now in the play barbecues, she was accustomed to the pace. Donna was waiting, a smile on her face. “Hello, dear,” she said. “We’re going to do things a little differently this time, since you’re actually going to be cooked.”

A very mellow Meredith nodded. Naturally. This time the spit was going all the way through her and she wasn’t coming off until she was ready to be carved.

“Now,” Donna continued, “since you’re going to be spitted in the ass (I do hope that’s all right with you?) , we’ll stuff your pussy. First, though, we’ll season you in here, instead of on the spit, since we want the flavors to permeate the meat. Up on the cooking island face down, dear, and we’ll get started.”

Resigned to her status as dinner-to-be and wrapped around half a bottle of really good red wine, Meredith complied with Donna’s instructions. Once in place, the twins began to rub her down with a variety of flavored oils permeated with spices, first on the back, then the front. When they finished, Donna placed a large bowl full of stuffing next to her. “Legs up and hold them back, Meredith,” she said. “I need full access to your pussy.”

Once Meredith had her legs back, revealing her tasty treat, Donna inserted a large plastic speculum in her cunt. With the speculum set, she took spoonfuls of the fragrant stuffing and began to pack them into Meredith. This continued until Meredith felt she was packed so full she couldn’t hold any more. There was one unanticipated side effect when Donna finished her stuffing and began to stoke Meredith’s clitoris gently. “Helps to flavor the stuffing,” Donna said, smiling as she felt Meredith start to react.

It was no time at all before Meredith found herself groaning and shuddering through an intensely powerful orgasm. Her belly muscles contracted against the stuffing, and that just seemed to intensify the sensations. Weak and shaking, she was assisted into a prone position on the serving cart that would take her to the cooking pit. Donna swatted her gently on a buttock. “There you go, Meredith! Ready for dinner.”

Shortly, Meredith found herself in the familiar position on her belly next to the cooking pit with her bottom braced high, ideally placed for inserting the spit up her ass. A little hazy from all the wine and the aftereffects of the pot, she watched Amanda pick up the spit and walk around behind her. The butt plug came out with a pop, then she could feel the solid tip of the spit begin to enter her ass. She expected Amanda to continue shoving it straight up her, but Amanda had a little surprise in store for her. Once the spit was in her about six inches or so, Amanda began to work the shaft around, back and forth, like she was getting one of Ari’s special butt fucks. Once again Meredith felt her body respond, building with experienced ease to yet another shattering sexual climax, complete with real screams instead of squeals, this time.

The audience around her, all the staff and guests, with Ursula added, applauded and cheered, even Juli. Meredith was certainly putting on a show. Charlene silently vowed to give everyone at least as good a performance. Ursula, to her slight surprise, found herself a bit relieved. At least they weren’t being brutal about it!

As Meredith clenched her bowels around the unyielding shaft she unwittingly aligned it for the best angle of penetration, one of Amanda’s objectives. Amanda slid the pointed spit into her with a smooth motion, giving Donna the nod to hold Meredith’s head at the proper angle.

Without urging, Meredith opened her mouth as she felt the spit move through her and up the back of her throat. Strange, it didn’t hurt as bad as she thought it was going to do. It felt strange to be holding a metal shaft with her teeth instead of the soft padding of the play spit. They only bound her ankles and wrists, too. That was another difference. Finally, when they put her on to cook, she was a little lower and the fire felt hotter, but still not really painful. Kind of like a sunburn. One thing was the same, though. She still gasped and shuddered through a massive orgasm each time Babs, or someone, basted her pussy.

Babs was doing the basting, and paying particular attention to brushing the places she knew set Meredith off. Even if Meredith had turned out to be a low life snoop, she still deserved consideration as her ex-playmate. Meredith was going to die and be eaten, Babs thought as she watched the cooking woman squirm on the spit. Let her get as much pleasure as she could. Besides, she looked beautiful rotating over the coals, beautiful and exciting. Babs stroked her cunt as she watched, intent on orgasm. She wanted to come, and wanted it to be a last time between Meredith and herself.

Donna let Meredith cook with the spit high above the coals for awhile, just to numb her system, then dropped her closer to the heat to really begin the cooking. Not long after that, she could tell Meredith was unconscious. When Donna was sure the woman was gone, she let her continue cooking for a few more minutes, then took her off to butcher and bring selected cuts out for final cooking.

Babs, to her surprise, was awarded Meredith’s prime filet. “I think it’s appropriate you get this one,” Donna said. Everyone else, including Ursula, enjoyed Meredith with the bittersweet realization this was the last time they would be eating together as a group. Everyone except Ursula, Juli, and Charlene was going home tomorrow.

After dinner, Amanda strolled over to the table where Ursula was sitting with the twins and Rachel, placing a hand on Ursula’s bare shoulder to attract her attention. Her approach was so silent that Ursula jumped at the touch and looked around startled. She shuddered when she saw Amanda. She hadn’t been so close to her since her capture. “Oh, I’m not that bad,” Amanda said to her with a merry smile, sitting down.

Amanda glanced around the dining area. All of the twenty women on the patio were naked, including Amanda, but only she and Rachel had pubic hair. The rest were considered meat, somewhere on the priority list for roasting. The expanse of bare flesh, jiggling as it moved, was truly mouthwatering. Still, she was momentarily sated and relaxed. Future meals were just that, future meals. She turned her attention to the meat sitting nervously next to her. “So how are you enjoying our little spa, Ursula?”

Ursula ignored the conversational gambit. “You’re going to do that to me, aren’t you? What you did to Meredith.”

“Oh, not for several days, until things settle down,” Amanda said airily, waving a negligent hand. “And not in the butt unless you request it. You’ll get your choice of aperture for the spit, you know. Custom of the house. Any thoughts on the matter?”

Rachel eyed Amanda over her after dinner coffee. She knew what Amanda was doing, and by her lights, it wasn’t really cruel. Amanda was simply a cat playing with its food because it wasn’t ready to eat it. No malice intended. Rachel didn’t know Ursula well enough to determine if the woman deserved Amanda’s game or not, and had no intention of getting to know her that well. As far as Rachel was concerned, the less she got to know a woman she was going to eat, the better.

Examining what she could see of Ursula above the table’s surface, she decided the woman that wasn’t going to be any great loss. Bleached blonde hair, done in that straggling ringlet style Rachel detested, and not too bright. At least those big breasts were natural. A great dessert waiting to be prepared. Mentally sighing, Rachel decided she was totally corrupted now, a real girl-eating cannibal. The disturbing part was how much she enjoyed it.

Ursula was still starting at Amanda like a bird at a snake. “You’re going to cook and eat me.”

Amanda nodded. “Of course, what else? Until then, though, I’ll be more than happy to make your stay at our little establishment a pleasant one. In fact, I think I’ll start now. Care to join me in the house?”

Ursula looked at her for a moment, then nervously raised a hand and extended it to Amanda. “That’s the spirit!” Amanda said cheerfully. “Carpe diem and all that.”

Taking the nude beauty’s hand, she led her inside the house, to the knowing smiles of everyone else at the table. Rachel cocked an ear and, sure enough, she shortly heard Ursula’s incoherent squeals. A woman didn’t squeal like that unless she was really, seriously being fucked up the ass. Amanda was on an anal kick at the moment, and had been in everyone’s butt but Rachel’s. Rachel was an anal virgin and intended to stay that way, but Ari, certainly, was looking wistful. The guests heard, too, and a number of them were smiling. Rachel could see Hazel giving herself a few strokes under the table as she listened, and she certainly wasn’t the only one. From the change in atmosphere on the patio, everyone was beginning to get into the mood.

“Control yourselves, ladies,” a laughing Donna said, standing up. “You have a party to go to tonight. The twins and I will clear the dining area while Rachel and Juli set up the bar in the living room. Give us about an hour and we’ll be ready to go. Until then, you’re on your own, so I rescind my earlier instructions. Continue with who you’re doing.” Everyone laughed at that.

While the rest were busy with their various tasks, Donna prepared a variety of party plates and snack foods from several of Meredith’s cuts and others from the cooler. She was sure the hit of the layout was going to be the breast platter. The two sets of breasts she had in the oven were delicately roasting in a flat pan of Juli’s milk. Served drenched in a honey and girl-milk sauce, then sliced like dessert cakes, they were a gourmet’s delight and a favorite of Amanda’s. Something else to keep that madwoman from wanting to cook her anytime soon.

The party was a blast. Rachel decided it was fun watching otherwise respectable women naked and shimmying their bare asses to the music. The slow dancing was sexy too, pressing her own naked flesh on the soft warm bodies of various well built guests, rubbing bare breast and pussy on bare breast and pussy, hands cupping plump buttocks. When the music got faster, Rachel laughed to watch two women in the center of the floor, one pressed tightly to the bare back and bottom of the other, swinging their hips in unison. A few awkward moves revealed to the close observer the plastic shaft imbedded in the back one’s pussy and diving between the plush cheeks of the front woman. When one of them tripped and the two fell apart, displaying their secret, everyone laughed.

On the whole, a good evening.

As she watched the two vans take away the guests, Rachel decided the session was a success. Everyone seemed happy, satisfied with their weight loss, and ready to go back to the mundane world. Babs, among several others, had booked a return trip next year, and they had the next two sessions fully booked. Still nude, she leaned over and hugged the naked Charlene standing next to her. Charlene had come out to hug everyone a tearful good-bye. They all knew by now that she’d volunteered as the main course for the next barbecue after Ursula, but nothing was spoken about it. Several of the women looked as though they wouldn’t mind joining her.

As they turned to go into the house, Rachel caught sight of Ursula standing on the patio, also watching the vans depart. “I wonder how she’ll taste,” Charlene commented, eyeing her spectacular nude figure.

“Oh, I suppose she’ll be almost as good as you,” Rachel replied gallantly. Oh, heavens, she realized, she was even starting to think like the rest. A cannibal, indeed. Well, relax and enjoy it. “Maybe you should go and try her out, get a preview taste of the goodies.”

Charlene dimpled at her. “Not a bad idea. She’s not exactly my type, but she does look delicious. Maybe I will.”

Rachel sent her on her way with a gentle pat and squeeze on a bare buttock. As she watched Charlene’s delectable bottom wriggle on its way, she wondered how the woman would react to being fucked in the ass. She’d never done it with anyone but Ari, but the option was available, and Rachel found she was a bit curious. Maybe she should try banging Charlene’s luscious rear end, she decided. After all, she’d have it on her plate soon enough.

Shaking her head at her train of thought, Rachel went on into the house. Woman eating, and now she was contemplating anal intercourse with one of the prospective meals. What’s next? Clog dancing?

What a life. What a job.

What a job, indeed.