Lilith III - Picking Dinner (Part 2)


The midmorning sun was already hot when Lorna called for the girls to line 
up next to the pool. Carol's meat girls nervously came forward and got in 
line. Looking at Jaqui and Sue, Lorna said, 'You two, also.' As the two 
surprised and suddenly worried women walked past her to the line, she added, 
'This will count as one of your three remaining choosings if I become 
president. Of course, if I don't, all bets are off.'

She'd deliberately planned on including Jaqui and Sue in the group back when 
she'd asked them to join her at Carol's. If she got the presidency, she was 
going to have to judge them for the spit anyway, so best start now. If 
including her two live-in assistants made it harder for her to pick a girl, 
hard was what she wanted. If she could do this, she could do her job as 
Society president.

From Jaqui and Sue's standpoint, this turn of event was unexpected but 
nothing they could do anything about. The contract Janet Van Dyke had 
slipped in on them was ironclad and grandfathered to Lorna when she bought 
the agency. In the fine print, it made them virtual slaves of the agency and 
allowed the owner to cook them whenever desired. Even before Lorna took 
over, both girls were totally conditioned that the word of the owner was 
law. That didn't mean they had to like the idea. Besides, Lorna said this 
would count as one of their three remaining choosings. If they survived, 
there would only be two more nerve wracking sessions to get through.

Lorna stood eyeing the five edgy, uncomfortable women as they stared back at 
her with wide, worried eyes. How in hell was she going to do this? She had 
to do it if she was going to be president of the Society of Lilith, both to 
make sure things were fair and to protect herself from Gerry. It was a 
matter of survival. Survival, hmm.

Suddenly, she was looking at the five girls not as people, but as meat on 
the hoof, to be graded and measured for dinner. Her face became 
expressionless as her eyes roamed over their naked bodies appraisingly.

Starting down the line, she came to Sue first. She spent a moment hefting 
the blonde's two large breasts, but not too much time. Fun to play with, but 
not too much meat. Sue's upper arms were firm and well muscled when she 
squeezed them. The forearms, too. Her belly was soft and smooth, not hard 
muscled. The meat here ought to be tender, with enough fat to make a good 
breakfast cut. Her hairless pubis was also soft and plump with plenty of 
meat around the pussy . A good cunt steak. The inner thighs were tender and 
well fleshed.

Turning the girl around, Lorna took a moment to run her hand over Sue's 
back, before proceeding to her bottom. The buttocks hefted nicely. Squeezing 
them, Lorna felt there was enough meat here for several good steaks, 
possibly a very succulent roast. Her thighs also showed good promise. All in 
all, Sue looked delicious. She could feed this whole crowd with enough left 
over for several days.

Lorna went down the line, judging each girl the same way. She felt the 
wetness in Briana's cunt, but didn't comment on it. Finally, she stepped 
back and said, 'All right, ladies, turn around, spread your legs and bend 
over.'

After the five women did as they were told, Lorna carefully eyed each 
exposed pussy, as well as the thighs and buttocks surrounding it. She was 
looking at the meat surrounding the cunt, the roundness of the buttocks and 
the backs of the thighs.

Heather had a very nice cunt steak, she noticed, rather firmer than Sue's. 
Her buttocks were full and plump, with excellent thighs below them. As the 
women straightened up and turned around, Lorna examined her more closely. 
Heather had a slightly coarse face and obviously dyed hair.

Thinking back to her examination, Lorna remembered the texture of Heather's 
belly, buttocks and inner thighs. Really, her meat was better than Sue's. 
She studied both women carefully, ignoring the nervous fear in their wide 
eyes. Both girls knew they were finalists, and both wished the other one 
would get the nod.

'Okay,' she said as she made her decision, 'Heather, you go with Candy. The 
rest of you are free to go.' Heather was momentarily stunned, her face 
showing the shock for a few seconds, then she sighed and walked with Candy 
to the house. The rest of the girls let out pent up breath and wandered away 
in different directions. Vivian, Brooke and Carol walked up to Lorna. 'I 
want to see all of this,' Lorna told Carol, her face set.

Carol nodded. 'Give Candy a few minutes to get started, then we'll go in. 
Want a drink?' Lorna nodded and accepted a glass of wine from Vivian.

By the time they walked into the house, Lorna was more relaxed. She'd 
finished one glass of wine, and was carrying another. She still didn't like 
to choose the girl for dinner, but she loved the taste of girl meat and 
enjoyed watching the process. Normally, that was. Now she was going to watch 
a girl being prepared she, herself, had chosen for the spit. Lorna wondered 
if the contradiction made her a hypocrite. Hypocrite or survival, and maybe 
the survival of some other women that only wanted an even chance. Well, if 
she was a hypocrite, then so be it. Survival.

In a large room off the kitchen, Heather was lying on her side on what 
looked like a doctor's examining table, with a thick enema tube disappearing 
between her plump buttocks. Candy was standing behind Heather, stroking the 
mildly uncomfortable girl's belly. Carol walked up to the table and gently 
kissed Heather's upturned face. 'Sorry about this, honey,' she said, 'but 
you knew it was going to happen.'

Heather nodded ruefully. 'Yeah, I knew. I suppose I knew it the minute I 
blew that guy's head off in the bank. At least you guys are being a hell of 
a lot nicer than they would be back in prison.'

Carol smiled. 'We're going to be nicer, yet. Strange as it sounds, I can 
make this enjoyable and I will.'

Candy patted Heather's stomach. 'She's full.'

Carol waved towards a door leading off the room. 'Okay, Heather, in there. 
Come back when you're clean.'

Heather did as she was told, waddling out the door with the discomfort of 
all the water in her. She was back shortly, and Carol told her, 'Okay, up on 
the spitting table.'

Before she did, Candy took her in a full embrace and the two kissed, long 
and gently. When they broke apart, Candy took a moment to tie up Heather's 
hair to keep it from burning over the pit. Then Heather lay on her back on 
the spitting table, spreading her legs and placing her heels in raised 
stirrups of the kind used for gynecological examinations. Carol brought a 
steel bowl filled with stuffing made from some of Ruth's parts, including 
one of her breasts, and placed it on a nearby stand. 'I'm going to stuff 
your pussy, Heather, because I want to spit you up the ass. Your cunt steak 
is so choice, I want to rotisserie broil it to bring out the flavor.'

Heather nodded, but she didn't really care at this point. She grunted 
slightly when Carol inserted a speculum to open up her cunt, then lay 
stoically quiet as Carol proceeded to spoon stuffing into her. Carol pushed 
the last little bit in with her fingers, then stood back. 'There, that's 
done.'

Heather moaned slightly. 'Oh, it feels like I have a watermelon in there.'

Smiling, Carol reached for the girl's pussy and began to stroke it gently. 
'I'm sue it does. Let me make you feel a little better about it.'

Heather began to moan and writhe. 'Oh, what are you DOING?', she cried.

'Marinating the stuffing,' Carol replied with a grin. 'It'll improve the 
flavor.' She continued to stroke the excited woman until loud moans and a 
clenching gut proclaimed her orgasm.

Candy wheeled a machine up to the base of the table between Heather's 
upraised legs. To Lorna's eyes, it looked like some sort of mechanical pump, 
with a large cooking spit projecting through it so that it stuck out both 
ends of the machine. The point of the spit was a little peculiar, too. 
Sharply pointed, of course, but the head was pear shaped instead of the 
standard spire shape. She looked a question at Carol, who understood. 'I 
really prefer to do mechanical spitting when I'm not on the beach,' she 
replied. 'It's easier, smoother and cleaner and doesn't hurt the girl as 
much. We'll set the point up her ass, flip the switch, and she'll be done in 
a couple of minutes. Then all we have to do is tie her down, flip her onto a 
platter and take her out to the pit.'

Lorna nodded at the explanation. She watched with fascinated interest as 
Candy inserted the point of the spit up Heather's ass. The reason for the 
shape became clear when she realized Heather couldn't involuntarily expel a 
point shaped like that before the machine was turned on. As it slowly 
entered Heather, she began to squirm slightly, but lay as quiet as she 
could. The only thing showing her feelings was her tightly clenched hands on 
the edge of the spitting table. When the spit was halfway through, Heather 
raised up momentarily and looked at the shaft extending from her bottom. 
'It's like I was being buttfucked by King Kong,' she gasped, then lay back 
down. After a moment, she laid her head back off the edge of the table and 
opened her mouth. The point of the spit shortly emerged, followed by several 
more feet of the ventilated steel shaft.

It was the work of only a few moments to tie her hands and legs to the spit, 
then roll her on to the large platter waiting on the serving cart next to 
the table. As Heather was wheeled out to the cooking pit, Carol and Lorna 
followed.

Still quivering slightly in Jaqui's arms, Sue watched the procession with 
Heather emerge from the house. As the hoist lifted the spitted woman onto 
the rotisserie stand, she shuddered. 'That was almost me,' she murmured to 
Jaqui, still slightly shaky.

'Well it wasn't,' Jaqui told her comfortingly. 'You and I have both made it 
through our second choosing if Lorna becomes Society president, which I hope 
to hell she does.'

Sue shook her head. 'You don't understand. I saw the way she looked at me. 
I'm just pussy waiting to go on a plate to her. She'll pick me next 
choosing, for sure, if she doesn't decide to cook me sooner.'

Jaqui gave her a little squeeze. 'Oh, don't worry about it. Enjoy everything 
until the Fest. Who knows' Something might happen. Both Lorna and Vivian 
made it through all four choosings, after all. If they can do it, built like 
they are, I'm sure we can.'

Sue brightened. 'Hey, that's right! Maybe I will!'

Jaqui looked down at her and smiled. 'Sure you will, honey.' In the back of 
her mind, though, Jaqui doubted it. She, too, had seen the way Lorna looked 
at Sue. Jaqui had no doubts that she, herself, was going to make it all the 
way to full membership, but things didn't look good for smooth, pretty, 
curvy, none-to-bright little Sue of the delicious looking pussy. Absently, 
she ran her hands over Sue as she held her. Her meat was really very tender, 
actually.

With Heather now turning over the coals, Carol began to baste her with a 
mixture of olive oil and spices. Since the spit up her ass threw Heather's 
cunt forward and made it accessible, Carol trailed an oily brush across it 
every time it came within reach, causing the woman to convulse with yet 
another orgasm, squirming of the spit. The seasoned oil caused her to 
glisten over the coals, with flickering highlights over her skin. Carol 
occasionally used her cooking fork to test the tender meat of a soft buttock 
or succulent thigh as they slowly rotated, judging how the girl was cooking.

As Lorna looked on, she realized there was little or nothing of Heather's 
rather coarse appearance left. Now, she looked splendid, a rotating 
sculpture of the female form fit for a gallery. Lorna decided she frequently 
found spitted women to be esthetically beautiful. That's a hell of a way to 
look your best, she decided.

When she was sure heat stroke had finally gotten Heather, Carol took her 
down to get the parts she wanted to finish grilling for the group. When she 
had Heather situated on a large carving platter with the spit removed, Carol 
let everyone, starting with Lorna, pick the parts they wanted. Even Sue 
overcame her apprehensions enough to choose a hip cutlet.

Lorna was served Heather's plump pussy over a steak from one of her 
buttocks, done medium rare. As she enjoyed the tender and flavorful meat, 
Lorna reflected that the casual relaxed conversation at the table where she 
sat with Vivian, Brooke, Carol and her assistants wasn't much more active 
than the talk at the table where Briana and Ines sat with Jaqui and Sue. 
Obviously, the strain from the choosing was a thing of the past.

Later on, Lorna even let Vivian talk her into riding the roleplay spit with 
her. Convulsing through yet another orgasm and holding Vivian's magnificent 
bare flesh tightly to her own naked body, Lorna could see everyone's faces 
as she rotated, and they were all equally avid. There was something about 
this Lorna told herself she ought to recognize and remember, but sensory 
overload literally cleared everything else from her mind. The heat, her 
spasming pussy and the rich perspiring flesh pressed to hers were her entire 
world.

Lying between Vivian and Brooke in bed that night, an exhausted Lorna 
thought about the day and her decision. Could she do it again, choose girls 
for the roasting pit? For a moment, she let her mind dwell on Sue's meaty 
little pussy, deciding how it would look on a plate, properly sauteed and 
garnished. Hm.

Yes, she could.