Lilith II - Surviving The Last Choosing (Part 1)
by Leo

In an Art Deco office building, top floor corner office of the corner 
suite...

The statuesque, thirtyish faux blonde behind the desk was of a piece with 
the stylishly modern furnishings of the expensively done office. Said 
individual, Janet Van Dyke by name, shrugged the padded sharp shoulders of 
her expensively tailored cream business suit coat and crossed the long 
shapely legs that seemed to stretch forever away from the hem of her short 
tight miniskirt. The entire ensemble covered a sensational figure that was 
just slightly older than Playboy grade. Frowning as she studied the 
photograph from the model's portfolio on her desk, she evaluated the girl in 
the picture in terms of business.

The girl in the picture was around twenty, wholesomely pretty, brown haired 
and fully nude. The figure she revealed to the camera was firm, solid and 
nicely curved. On the whole, Janet thought that she had another good 
prospect here. John Amos would love her. He specialized in her type for the 
breast mags. Say twenty, now, and a year to get known, then the girl would 
be a real money maker for the next few years and not be twenty four before 
she was finished in the skin business and suddenly aware that the agency 
contract was designed to make money for only one person, Janet Van Dyke.

Giving the picture another look, Janet mentally evaluated the girl's meat 
potential. Definitely nice firm muscle structure on this one, with what 
looked like a very juicy pussy underneath that hair. Yes, she was definitely 
going to be a candidate for the oven once her usefulness as a model for the 
agency was finished. Cannibalism was now legal under the Kevorkian laws, of 
course, but permission had to be gained from the dinner. That, of course, 
was also buried in the contract's verbiage. So much easier that way, all 
around.

The idea made her spare a thought for the night's menu, Ellen Dayton. 
Really, it was a shame to do her right now. She still had a year or so 
before her potential declined, but the silly bitch had stood right there 
yesterday in her office and hollered lawyer at her. Not good. Ergo, the 
young lady under discussion was now nicely secured in the holding area in 
her penthouse, waiting for Janet and the girls to leave work and come home 
so she could become the main course for tonight's meal.

Janet sighed. All that money making potential being carved up for steaks. 
Oh, well, every cloud had a silver lining. Ellen ought to taste great.

Janet's Executive Assistant, Beth, chose that moment to knock on the door 
frame of her open office door, getting her attention. Beth, about ten years 
younger than Janet, was also modishly dressed in exactly the same style as 
her boss, but in a charcoal color. It was a hallmark of the Aldyke Agency 
that Janet and her three female employees always wore the same style, but 
color coordinated between the four women, down to the high heels. That was 
easy to do, since all three of Janet's girls lived with her. Besides, Beth 
was an excellent cook, able to do wonders no matter if the meal was an ex 
model or one of the women specially purchased from South America.

'You won't believe what I've just gotten in the mail,' Beth said as she 
strode over to Janet's desk.

'Try me.'

Looking at the papers in her hand, Beth pulled out a check. 'Lorna Paten 
just bought out of her contract.'

Janet leaned back in her chair, her face showing surprise. 'Where in hell 
could she get that kind of money' I know she's not making it from the shoots 
we send her on.'

Beth shook her head. 'I have no idea,' she said, 'but I called the bank and 
the check's good. I hate to see her go. She was a steady cash flow, and I 
was so looking forward to running a cooking spit up that tender pussy of 
hers in a year or two.'

Janet shrugged. 'Well, she's gone now. But I do wonder where the money came 
from. I wonder if there's an angle we overlooked?'

The angle was named Vivian, past Society president and Lorna's closest 
friend. She was at that moment comfortably slouched and completely nude on 
the living room sofa of the nicely appointed large house Brooke maintained 
on the Society of Lillith's private island in the Caribbean. She wasn't 
exactly out of place, because Brooke and Lorna were also totally naked, and 
just as comfortably slouched on other items of seating equipment nearby. 
Vivian was the textbook illustration of the word 'voluptuous' without being 
flabby anywhere. Brooke was on the other end of the spectrum, with the hard 
curvy form that went with being an international swimsuit model. Lorna fell 
somewhere in between, but more towards Vivian's type.

Short, with the sort of bouncy body that produced erotic daydreams, Lorna 
knew she had large, wobbly breasts and plump, jiggly buttocks, but there was 
far more meat than fat on her frame. Her body gave her a good life as a 
figure model, but sometimes she wished there was less of it, particularly 
when Brooke gave her one of those 'I'd love to see you on a cooking spit' 
looks.

As a candidate member of the Society of Lilith, Lorna was liable for being 
one of the centerpieces in a beach cookout for four quarterly Festivals. If 
she made it past all four, she was a full member and exempt from the 
choosing where the Society president picked the four girls to be whole 
roasted for that particular Festival. She'd made it past three, but she had 
her doubts about the fourth. The problem was the President. It was Brooke.

Lorna had been living with Brooke for the better part of a year, but, as 
she'd told Lorna last night, 'You are a spectacular lay, honey. I've held 
off choosing you because you are so sensational in bed, but the next Fest is 
my last chance to get a slice of those fabulous hips of yours. I really hope 
you don't mind, but you just look too tasty to pass up.'

Lorna, in fact, did mind, but active opposition by Society candidates to 
becoming dinner tended to bring a swift trip to the barbecue without the 
formality of being chosen by the president. A lot of the girls got off on 
the thrill of taking their chances, but not Lorna. The Society promised 
success and wealth in return for a year of possibly ending on a carving 
platter. Her year was almost up , but things weren't looking good for her 
last turn in the selection line. She was already comfortably well off, due 
to opportunities given her by Vivian and several other Society members, and 
wanted to survive to enjoy it. Lorna was actively considering the problem.

'You know,' Brooke commented lazily, 'there's a little more than three weeks 
to the next Fest and I've only got one volunteer. That means I'm going to be 
choosing three girls to go with her.'

Vivian shot Brooke a sharp look. As a past president of the Society, she'd 
always felt it was bad taste to discuss a choosing before the time came, 
especially before a still vulnerable candidate such as Lorna. Lorna, on the 
other hand, knew exactly what Brooke was signaling. The Diva wanted her Due, 
i.e. Lorna's plump butt on her plate. Best get her off that train of 
thought. Time to change the subject. 'By the way, Vivian,' she said 
conversationally, 'that little job you pointed me towards really paid, and I 
didn't have to split the fee with an agency. Thanks.'

Vivian also thought it was time to change the subject. 'No problem,' she 
shrugged. 'Arabs like our body type, you know. I've done work for that 
photographer before, and I know he really pays. Of course, he gets a good 
bit from his buyers, but he's honest about the model getting her cut. Glad 
it worked out.'

Brooke favored Lorna with a superior smile. Her work was entirely in the 
high fashion swimsuit and glamour side. She'd never skinned down for the 
camera in her life. The smile didn't really bother Lorna. Brooke was 
normally okay, except when she got on her diva horse. Then the best thing to 
do was ignore her until the mood passed. Lorna's next comment, however, 
totally changed Brooke's attitude. 'I used a good bit of my money to buy out 
of my Aldyke Agency contract. Believe me, I'm glad to see the last of those 
women.'

Vivian snorted, 'Aldyke Agency! That's a hell of a descriptive name. I've 
never been able to stand Janet or that constantly rotating staff of sex toy 
Barbie dolls she keeps.'

Lorna was distracted by a glance at Brooke's face. From the thunderous 
frown, she was in a total fury! 'Brooke. What's wrong?' She asked.

'That no-good, low life bitch!' was the most printable of Brooke's comments, 
which extended to Janet's habits, her personal appearance, and just about 
anything else associated with her. All of this was accompanied by a 
thunderous scowl. The finishing remark was, 'I'd love to get Janet on the 
beach. I'd use a double-width spit on her fat ass!'

Vivian looked on at this performance with some interest. 'I take it from 
your comments you and Janet aren't the best of chums?'

'No!'

Carefully noting the sulky scowl still on Brooke's face, Lorna decided to 
chance a question. Hell, anything that kept her thinking about roasting 
someone else was worth the risk, just to keep it going. 'Brooke, I know I 
don't like Janet Van Dyke, and I worked for her. You're way above her class. 
What did she ever do to you?'

'That no-good bitch tried to blackmail me into signing her contract,' Brooke 
snarled. 'We had it out, but I still owe her for that one, big time!

'Every time I think about it...' Still in a fury, Brooke threw herself out 
of her chair. 'I need another drink.'

Hearing Brooke thump and crash around in the kitchen, Vivian commented 
thoughtfully, 'Sounds like our girl Brooke and Janet banged heads a while 
back. I've got no use for Janet, myself. She's pond scum and a sleazy, 
predatory snake, but I bet Brooke's ego was more offended than she was 
legally challenged. With Brooke, that's a deadly insult.'

Lorna's brain suddenly started ticking in survival mode. It took only a 
second for the bare bones of a plan to come together. 'Vivian,' she asked, 
'can I talk to you over at your place later?'

Vivian nodded, slightly puzzled. 'I can't talk right now,' Lorna continued, 
'but I have an idea to kill two birds with one stone and I need your help.'

Some time later and now in Miami, Vivian found herself in a situation that 
wasn't really to her taste. The actions leading up to her current 
predicament were fairly simple. First there was the phone call and 
invitation to lunch for old acquaintance Janet Van Dyke. Then, over a haute 
cuisine lunch in a trendy restaurant, there was the carefully phrased 
invitation for Janet and her girls to become candidate members of the 
Society of Lilith, based on the customary recommendations from full members, 
ostensibly since Janet owned one of the most profitable model agencies in 
Miami. As past president, Vivian was authorized to contact Janet and make 
the offer, which Janet fulsomely accepted, both for herself and on behalf of 
her girls. Politely, Vivian accepted the return offer of a dinner and drinks 
at Janet's penthouse that night.

Vivian arrived at eight for drinks, while Janet's personal assistant Beth 
busied herself in the kitchen with the meal. Janet's other two girls 
performed the roles of servant/ ornament/ extra added attraction. Vivian 
wasn't actually surprised to find herself offered a very nicely done prime 
filet, along with her choice of cuts from a beautifully cooked hip and 
thigh. As she sliced the filet, Vivian quietly wondered which of Janet's 
stable of models had suddenly found her contract cut short.

The dinner was followed by the expected sexual proposition, which Vivian 
graciously accepted, and that's when things stopped quite being the way 
Vivian wanted. Frankly, things were somewhat distasteful. Oh there was 
nothing wrong with Janet's beautifully nude body as she bent over the 
kitchen counter, and her buttocks and hips were quite exciting. It was just 
the fact that Vivian was now holding an oversized strap-on in her hands, and 
that damn Janet expected her to use it on her. Janet smiled over her 
shoulder and said, 'Here you are, darling, presented for just your pleasure. 
Please have fun.'

In fact, Vivian didn't mind when some other girl used a strap-on on her. She 
liked a little variation from time to time, just not wear the damned thing 
as the aggressor. The whole idea left her supremely irked. Janet waggled her 
hips. 'Come on, darling,' she simpered, 'that little hole is just waiting 
for you.'

What a fake, Vivian steamed, then had another thought. 'Hold on, Janet,' she 
told her, 'I have to get this on and lubricate it.'

'I have enough lubrication for our needs,' Janet giggled.

'Oh, but I don't want to take the chance of hurting you,' Vivian murmured as 
she strapped the contraption around her hips and lubricated the shaft with 
olive oil.

Smiling Janet faced the kitchen wall, secure in the knowledge that she was 
once again drawing another woman into her web. Janet was dominant. Janet 
owned all the other little people, to do with as she wished. That was an 
immutable law of nature.

For instance, right now. Janet was confident enough of her eventual victory 
and domination to allow Vivian the obvious treat she was presenting. They 
all liked that domination feeling, and Janet especially wanted Vivian to 
feel in control. An invitation to join the Society of Lilith! The idea of 
the power the Society had was intoxicating, and Vivian was obviously highly 
placed. Whatever this woman wanted, Janet was going to provide. Normally, 
she was the one that used the strap-on on her girls, but Janet was perfectly 
content to be the recipient this time. She certainly wanted Vivian to enjoy 
herself. No telling what might happen after that.

Vivian approached the bent over woman with an evil smile. Fun! Evil fun she 
couldn't resist, but fun!

Janet felt the oily tip of the shaft at the base of her buttocks and smiled. 
'Oh, that feels so good, darling, she simpered. But her voice rose squeakily 
at what happened next, when she felt the shaft rise and begin to push at her 
anus. 'No, wait!' she cried excitedly. 'That's the wrong place! I can't-'

'Oh, yes you can,' Vivian said in a malevolent voice, then grabbed Janet's 
hips as she felt the tip of the shaft lodge itself in the right spot. 'Enjoy 
yourself, Janet,' she said, then bumped her hips forward powerfully.

'AAAAUUGHHHH!'

Lorna sat on the hillock, chin on her knees and arms wrapped around her 
shins, and watched the sun rise over the Caribbean. She was nude, as she'd 
been ever since arriving on the island, and bare skin didn't bother her in 
the warm climate. In fact, it was comfortable and convenient not to have to 
worry about dressing. No embarrassment, because every other woman on the 
island, and there were only women on the island, was also naked.

She'd been out at this spot for several hours, ever since slipping out of 
bed without awakening Brooke. It was quiet out here, restful without anyone 
else around. She wanted that peace, because this might be the last day of 
her life. There was a chance of survival, a good chance, if everything went 
according to plan, but she was wise enough to know things didn't quite 
always happen the way they should. If things went wrong, Brooke had as much 
as said out loud she was going to be chosen as one of the girls roasted 
today. That meant in a few hours she'd be strapped over a frame, her butt 
packed full of stuffing, a spit shoved up her pussy and her body put over 
the barbecue pit to roast alive. Not good.

The quarterly Lilith Beach Festival started today, and four of the 
candidates or volunteers were always roasted to feed everyone else. It 
completely passed Lorna's understanding why a girl would volunteer to be 
cooked, but several always did. There were now three volunteers for today. 
That meant only one of the candidates was going to be involuntarily cooked, 
and Lorna knew perfectly well Brooke meant for that roast to be her.

There was no set schedule for the Fest. This time, two of the volunteers 
were going to be cooked on the second day. One volunteer was going on the 
first day, along with whoever Brooke selected at the choosing. Lorna 
definitely didn't look forward to nervously standing in line, waiting while 
Brooke and Carol, the official cook, walked up and down, carefully 
appraising the meat value of every candidate's body. It was a hell of a rush 
when you were passed over, but Brooke wasn't going to pass her by this time.

Maybe.

Lorna had plans of her own.

The sun was now well up and Carol and her crew were out on the beach, 
setting up the cooking pits and the spitting racks. The rest of the Society, 
candidates and full members, were also starting to gather. Beach blankets 
were making their appearance and girls were already starting to pair off. 
Pretty soon, most of those blankets would hold two or more active, sexually 
involved female bodies. The Society members liked beach games and sex was 
the most popular one. Girl roasting was an intensely sexual event anyhow, so 
it was perfectly understandable if the rest of the activity was in the same 
vein. Lorna fully intended to join the games as soon as two specific people 
made their appearance. In fact, it was essential that she do so. The two 
people she had in mind shouldn't meet until it was time for the choosing.

Lorna stood up and brushed the sand off her bare butt as she saw Vivian, 
frowning slightly as she felt her buttocks wobble. Damn fat ass of hers! She 
didn't mind being soft and curvy, but that rear end of hers had her in all 
the trouble she was in now. Well, she planned to use it to help her get out 
of it. Yep, Vivian was with one of the people she most wanted to see on the 
beach. Now for Brooke.

It was the work of a few moments locating Brooke as she walked to the beach, 
beach towel and bag on her shoulders. If she knew Brooke, the bag held her 
favorite strap-on and a bottle of olive oil. Lorna heaved a deep sigh. It 
looked like her cushiony ass was about to get plenty of penetrating 
exercise. Oh, well, it would keep Brooke happy and occupied. That was all to 
the good.

Vivian had already explained to Janet, Beth and the other two girls what 
being a candidate member of the Society entailed, both good and bad. The 
part about being liable for meat was usually never explained until the 
candidate was on the beach and couldn't back out, but the Society was 
explicit that the girls had to know before the Fest began. Janet's three 
girls were all for the good parts of being a candidate member, but the bad 
parts made them wonder if the boss had been a little precipitate in 
volunteering their agreement for membership in the Society. The possibility 
of ending up on a cooking spit really wasn't all that attractive. Shaving 
their pubic hair, fasting and having a really thorough super enema wasn't 
fun, either, because it meant they were immediately ready to stuff and mount 
on a spit if chosen.

Janet wasn't worried about being chosen for roasting. Oh, perhaps one of her 
girls might get picked, but those were the breaks. She was sure they would 
be delicious if they were cooked. Replacements wouldn't be a problem, 
either. Meanwhile, Vivian was offering to share a beach towel with her. Oh, 
this was going to be a wonderful day!

Janet, herself, was completely certain of her own immunity. Enough wealth 
and influence would keep her out of anything, even if she did have to go 
through the bother of shaving and getting cleaned out like all the other 
candidates. Even during Vivian's explanation of the terms of membership, the 
idea of her own vulnerability never entered her mind. That wasn't even a 
stated thought, but an ingrained attitude. She was the top of the food 
chain, and had been so for so long it was now a law of nature. She was 
always the one that chose which girl got cooked. It never dawned on her that 
her position in the current scheme of things was now slightly different. 
Janet never thought of herself as blindly arrogant.

Beth, on the other hand, was worried for her boss, but still supremely 
confident. Janet owned the world and Beth helped her run it. If Beth and 
Janet were two other people, the feeling could have been called love.

On the other end of the beach, Brooke and Lorna had already settled onto the 
beach towel. Lorna had eeled into Brooke's arms and was happily nestled 
against her breast. 'I thought you were mad with me after you left so early 
this morning,' Brooke murmured to her.

'No,' Lorna said softly, 'I just wanted to see the sun come up. Come on, 
you're going to be choosing the girls to cook early today. I want to spend 
all the time until then making love.'

Brooke let her mouth and her nimble fingers make the answer. As she felt her 
passion rising, Lorna didn't care what kind of sex Brooke had in mind. The 
moment was enough.

Lorna was mildly uncomfortable as she walked over to where the candidate 
members were lining up for the choosing, since both her anus and her pussy 
felt like they'd been invaded by a telephone pole. Brooke's current strap-on 
was a little on the big side. Stop worrying about it, girl, she told 
herself. If you're chosen, that spit'll be a whole lot bigger.

Vivian stopped her just before she got in line, by chance, not too far from 
Janet and her girls. 'Lorna,' Vivian said quietly, 'one of the volunteers 
has backed out. Brooke's got to choose two girls.'

'Shit.'

Vivian nodded. 'What now?'

Lorna, now extremely nervous, thought for a second, then shrugged. 'I don't 
know. I'll have to take my chances and see.' She wondered what else was 
going to go wrong.

Vivian kissed her on the cheek. 'Good luck. I'll be pulling for you.'

Lorna hugged her and smiled. 'Thanks. That means a lot to me.'

Finally about fifteen very edgy naked women were lined up on the beach and 
Brooke and Carol were ready to walk down the line, judging each girl's meat. 
As they went from candidate to candidate, the two hefted breasts and 
squeezed hip and thigh meat, finishing by cupping the pubis to check for the 
meatiness of the prime filet. When each girl turned around, they repeated 
their examination, squeezing bottom cheeks and backs of thighs. 
Occasionally, Carol would have a girl bend over so she could get a better 
look at her prime filet.

Lorna was steeling herself for the inspection as the two women stopped in 
front of her, but Brooke didn't do anything. 'I already know what your 
meat's like, inside and out,' she said with a smile.

'Hi, Lorna,' Carol said dryly. 'I've checked you a few times, too. Tell you 
what, just turn around and bend over. I want to check your fillet.'

Lorna did as she was told, putting her hands on her spread knees. 'My, 
Brooke,' she heard Carol say, 'you've been busy with this one today, haven't 
you?' The questing fingers in her vagina and bottom were no surprise. She 
was being checked for spitting. Things definitely did not look good.

Lorna straightened up with a mild sense of relief as Brooke and Carol moved 
on down the line. Now...

'YOU!' That was Brooke's angry voice. Lorna looked, and, sure enough, she 
was in front of Janet. Her face had the thunderous scowl that marked her 
'Dangerous Diva' mode. Janet was nervously simpering at her. 'How in the 
HELL did you get here'! No, don't say a word! I don't want to know!'

Brooke spun on her heel and walked on down the line, followed by a slightly 
puzzled Carol, but the rest of the meat inspection was a formality. As soon 
as she could, Brooke finished and walked back in front of the line of girls 
and stood there, hands on hips and fuming. 'I have to choose two of you 
today,' she said tightly, her face still set in a frown, 'and I've made my 
choices. First, you.'

She was pointing at Janet. Janet screamed and started to turn, but four of 
the members grabbed her and started to put on leather snap cuffs and a ball 
gag. 'Next,' Brooke said, 'I'm choosing...' Lorna saw she was looking 
directly at her! Here it came! Lorna wanted to throw up.

'BITCH!' The word came out in a scream as Beth lunged from the line and 
charged Brooke, grabbing her around the neck as the two fell to the sand in 
a writhing tangle. It took more than four members to separate the two, but 
Beth was soon separated, cuffed and gagged. Brooked glared at Beth and tried 
to rearrange her hair with her hands as the woman was pulled away.

Lorna watched the scene, then turned and walked a little distance apart to 
give herself time for a good case of the shakes. That was it. They only 
needed two girls to cook and Janet was one of them. She hadn't anticipated 
Beth's attack, just hoped for it, but blessed her for jumping Brooke. Lorna 
wasn't sure the attack would happen, but it was a good possibility. Beth 
seemed very attached to Janet. Attached enough to attack Brooke.

The Society's rules were unbending. Flight or resistance meant roasting, 
period, thus literally pulling Lorna out of the cooking fire. Lorna sat down 
on a dune hillock, nauseous and her head spinning a little.

Vivian was there a few moments later. She sat next to Lorna and pulled the 
still shaking woman's head into her shoulder. 'There, there, honey, it's 
over.'

Lorna cradled her head on Vivian's shoulder for a few seconds, then took a 
deep, shaking breath and got control of herself. True. It was over. Even if 
one more volunteer backed out, the next time Brooke picked a girl for 
roasting counted as a separate choosing, and Lorna was only liable for four. 
She'd stood four and survived four. That was it.

She leaned away from Vivian. 'Thank you for the support, love,' she said. 
'I'm okay, now. Besides, there's things I have to do in a few minutes.'

Lorna eyed Janet's two remaining girls as they stood there in nervous shock, 
their eyes wide as they watched their former employer and her assistant get 
strapped across the spitting frames. The frames were openwork grills, set on 
legs that were just below hip high on a woman. Beth and Janet were bent over 
the grills with their shoulders and head off one side. Their wrist cuffs 
were fastened to the frame's legs on one end, while their ankles were cuffed 
to separate legs of the frame on the other end. Both women were squealing 
loudly through their gags as they were strapped into exactly the best angle 
for stuffing and spitting. The squeals were going to get louder soon enough, 
and Lorna smiled at the thought. Sure enough, they did as Carol shoved long, 
rounded plugs into their butt and pussy to open them up for preparation. 
Brooke was overseeing the whole operation with a grim face.

Janet was now into a full scale case of the hysterics and Beth was still 
struggling against her bonds. 'Looks like neither one is going to be in a 
mood to take this easily,' Carol said with a sigh. 'Not that I mind, but 
it's so much better when I can get them to enjoy it. Okay, ladies, let's get 
them drugged up.' Neck injections of a small quantity of sodium pentothal 
shortly put both women into a dreamy haze. Injections in the neck let the 
drug reach the brain rapidly. A possible coma and death were a definite 
chance, but moot at this point. Janet and Beth slowly settled down.

Lorna gave Vivian a quick but deep kiss, then stood up. This time, when she 
brushed the sand off her butt, the wobble of her cheeks didn't bother her. 
With a firm stride, she walked up behind where Janet's two girls were still 
standing and staring. She grabbed each one on the upper arm, gently but 
firmly. 'Come on, you two,' she said, her voice hard. 'Knowing Janet, those 
two aren't your friends, but you're all they have. You're going to be there 
for them during the whole process. Now march.'

Brooke stormed up to her as she deposited the girls. 'You planned this!' she 
raged.