Lilith I - Lilith Beach Fest (Part 1)
by Leo


'They call it the Lilith Fest, but it's really not, you know,' Brooke 
commented as the two of them walked towards the beach from the luxury house 
still visible behind them. 'It's really the Lilith Quarterly Beach 
Festival.'

Lorna, her companion, replied, 'That seems a mouth full. I can certainly 
understand how it got shortened.' Lorna, like Brooke, was nude, lacking even 
jewelry. The sole difference in their appearance, with the exception of hair 
and body type, was the fact that Lorna's pubic area was totally shaved. The 
lack of hair didn't bother her. She was used to removing almost all of it 
for photo shoots, part of being a figure model. The fact that she was about 
to become a candidate member of the Society of Lilith did excite her, 
though. Even the requirement that she undergo a complete enema as well as 
fast for total purification didn't even bother her. Everyone that counted 
knew of the Society of Lilith, an underground power organization solely for 
women. The rumor was membership just about guaranteed career success and 
everything that went with it.

She shot a quick glance at Brooke as the woman walked next to her. About 
five eight or so, but with a true swimsuit model's hard body, she had full 
breasts with a nice bounce to them, a perfect bottom and legs that seemed to 
go on forever. Lorna was envious, especially since her own much shorter form 
stopped just short of zaftig plump, even if she did have a reasonably flat 
belly. Her own full breasts tended to waggle and her buttocks jiggle as she 
walked, but she wasn't really over fleshed anywhere, just very meaty. It 
still amazed her that she was able to attract the attention of a famous TV 
personality like Brooke, much less become her lover for the last few weeks. 
That affair had led to her invitation to the Lilith Fest on a private 
Caribbean island. Lorna didn't really know what was entailed, only that they 
were going to an all girl beach cookout where no clothing was allowed. 
Presumably, sex was going to enter into the picture, and that also excited 
Lorna.

As they came around a grove of trees, Lorna stopped short and gazed eagerly 
at the scene in front of her. There were naked women everywhere, about forty 
she guessed, walking, talking, or enjoying the beach. Many of the women were 
athletically well built, like Brooke, but a smaller number had her own full 
bodied look. Great! At least she wouldn't be the only cushiony type at the 
party!

Brooke paused for a moment to examine the woman she'd brought with her. 
Getting Lorna to the Fest was almost too easy, she thought, then smiled. 
Those plump smooth buttocks and full thighs were worth the effort. There was 
a lot of good meat on the girl, probably very well marbled with tasty fat. 
If Brooke decided to roast her, she was going to make a fine meal. Those 
buttocks looked like they would slice like butter, and she already knew 
Lorna's pussy was exquisitely tasty, with plump outer lips and a nice 
portion of tender flesh surrounding it.

Giving the girl's ass a closer examination, she reminded herself she hadn't 
tried out her strap-on in it yet. Given that Lorna was a hell of a good 
ride, noisy and lively with anything approaching normal sex and the fact 
that most girls got a whole lot more active once they got used to taking it 
in the bottom, the prospective experience promised to be memorable. Be a 
pity to have those beautiful meaty buttocks on her plate before they were 
wrapped around her favorite rubber shaft. Brooke could just imagine slapping 
those plump cheeks with her hips.

She was certainly going to have to do it before Lorna was roasted, if 
chosen. Since Brooke, herself, chose the girls to be cooked for the Fest, 
there was a very high probability Lorna was going on a cooking spit in a few 
hours. On the other hand, any candidate member at the Fest was liable for 
roasting, so best wait and judge what was available. Meanwhile, Lorna was 
standing there excited, clearly unable to decide what to do next.

Brooke reached over and gave Lorna's full butt a little swat, letting her 
hand rest on the plump cheek for a few seconds, hefting it to judge meat 
quality. 'Come on, Lorna,' she said, 'planning to stand there all day?'

Lorna grinned at her. 'Oh, this is exciting! Where do we go? What do we do 
first?'

Brooke smiled back calmly. 'Well, first thing is to find ourselves a place 
on the beach, then I'll introduce you around.'

As they walked down the beach, Lorna caught sight of a group of large 
barbecue sites, with oversize spits resting between motorized stands. The 
sites showed evidence of frequent use. In fact, one was already going. 
Several of the women were busily emptying bags of charcoal into the others. 
Something was going to be cooked for the festival. Looking around further at 
the cook tables near the pits and other strange frameworks scattered here 
and there, Lorna asked curiously, 'What are they going to cook? Those things 
look big enough to roast an ox, but I don't see any meat here.'

Spreading a large beach blanket on the sand and motioning Lorna down next to 
her, Brooke sat, tenderly holding Lorna's wrist as the girl sat down. 'We 
don't roast oxen for the Fest, Lorna. What we cook is ever so much better, 
and tastes great, too.'

Lorna looked at her in puzzlement. 'What?'

Brooke swept her free hand to encompass the whole large group of women. 
'Four of those. Volunteers, if someone wants to do it, otherwise I choose 
the girls from the candidate members. It's all part of the Beach Festival..'

Shock swept through Lorna. 'You COOK women?! And EAT them?!'

Brooke nodded with another of her calm smiles, and it suddenly dawned on 
Lorna why Brooke was holding her wrist. She couldn't move as she looked into 
the other woman's eyes. It was like staring into the eyes of a hungry 
predator only feet away. She was frozen with shock at what her brain was 
telling her. It happened and it was even legal, now. She knew it 
intellectually, but this was her first time as a direct participant. Another 
awful suspicion blossomed. Was that why she... 'You're going to eat me! 
Aren't you? That's why you brought me!'

Brooke shrugged. 'Maybe. Oh, I brought you because you look, and taste, I 
might add, delicious, but cooking you isn't a sure thing. Only four girls 
get cooked and there are already two volunteers, so you have a good chance 
of missing out on the experience unless you decide to volunteer.

'It's part of belonging to the Society of Lilith,' she explained, relaxing 
as Lorna started listening. 'Every candidate member in the Society takes 
that chance at their first four Festivals. It's part of belonging. You might 
get chosen. You might not. It's the chance you take, we all take, for 
success and fortune.'

Lorna's brain got over its shock as she stared at her lover, a lover that 
was now horrifyingly transformed into something that wanted to feast on her 
body. Wait a minute. They cooked four girls and there were already two 
volunteers. Volunteers? To be roasted? That was a hell of a thing to 
volunteer for. There had to be more to this than just butchering and eating. 
Still, there were only two slots left to be filled and an unknown number of 
candidate members to fill them. The odds were a little better.

Then another horrid thought crossed her mind. She looked down at her curvy 
naked body, then around at the other full figured women that were mixed into 
the group. 'I bet you don't choose the skinny ones,' she said bitterly. 'Who 
does the choosing? Is that why there are other girls built like me here?'

Brooke relaxed her grasp on Lorna's wrist. She wasn't going to run now. 'I 
do the choosing. I'm the president. But, to answer your first question, I 
occasionally choose a girl with less meat than you, if she's of good 
quality. A few of the full bodied ones out there are full members, because 
they've been through the process four times and someone else was chosen, for 
luck or some other reason. If a girl has her pussy hair, she's exempt from 
the spit.'

'Why would anyone volunteer?'

Brooke looked around for someone. Then, seeing who she wanted, she started 
to get up. 'We're going to be preparing our first volunteer in a few 
minutes, for cutlets, stuffing and snacks. I think you should meet her. Come 
on with me.'

Still tense, but curiosity beginning to overcome her horror, Lorna got up 
and followed Brooke towards a pair of girls that were standing near one of 
the tables by the active cooking pit. As she walked, she noticed another 
full bodied girl with long black hair standing with several other girls 
nearby. It took her a second for her brain to get in gear, then she realized 
she was looking at Marie al-Salah, another model she'd worked with on a 
girl-girl shoot several months ago. Marie also looked uncomfortable, and the 
reason was obvious. An athletically muscled, slightly stocky brunette was 
running her hands over Marie's body, accompanying her liberties with a 
running commentary. From the look on the aggressor's face, she was being 
nasty about what she said. Whatever it was, Marie was showing signs of real 
fear.

'Hi, I'm Karen.'

It took a moment, and a glance at the outstretched hand, to realize one of 
the women in the group by the pit was greeting her. Karen was slender with 
long auburn hair, gracefully long necked, and had a classically beautiful 
face. She also had a magnificent set of breasts and a proud, superbly curved 
bottom. Another look told Lorna the breasts were too magnificent. At least 
her own were home grown, not surgical. Oddly, the catty little thought made 
her relax. 'Hi, Karen. I'm Lorna.'

As they shook hands, Brooke commented, 'Lorna wanted to meet a volunteer for 
roasting. I saw them getting ready to prepare you, Karen, so I brought her 
over.'

Lorna was shocked again. 'Karen? You? W...w...why?!'

Karen's smile was gently melancholy. 'Oh, I've been to the edge here so many 
times. Even though I'm exempt, it just seemed the right time to go over it.'

'Been to the edge?'

Karen examined Lorna's naked body critically. 'You look delicious, by the 
way. You'd better get used to girls telling you that. It's really a 
complement here at a Fest.

'I imagine someone, Brooke probably, will show you what I mean if you aren't 
chosen for real roasting, but the answer's simple. We can use a two part 
spit and just cook you enough over the coals that you get the full feeling 
of being cooked, but you come off sweaty, a little delirious, and with the 
juiciest pussy anyone's ever tasted. The cook gets to munch on you, and I've 
never had orgasms like that! After so many test rides plus the rush each 
time I survived the choosing, I decided to do it for real. Watching a girl 
rotate on a spit is one of the most intensely sexual sights you can imagine, 
and I wanted to be the centerpiece for everyone's fantasies.'

Catching Lorna's shocked expression, she put a tender hand on her arm. 'Hey, 
it's not that bad. We've all got to go, sometime, and I'm going at the top 
of my game. I get to choose how, when and where, and when the heat finally 
gets me, I'll be so out of my head with delirium and really massive orgasms 
that I won't really care. Believe me, I know what I'm doing. Please, do me a 
favor and watch. You may not think so, but you'll really enjoy it.'

Lorna looked uncertainly at her, then at Brooke, who was showing nothing but 
relaxed calm. 'Well, I guess...'

At that moment, the mood was shattered by a scream. It was Marie. 'You're 
going to EAT ME!' She screamed again, and began to run. Before she was able 
to take more than a few steps, four or five women swarmed over her and 
wrestled her to the ground. Another girl brought a armload of items that 
turned out to be two sets of leather cuffs and a ball gag. Lorna watched 
tensely as they forced the ball gag into the still screaming woman's mouth, 
then cuffed her ankles and wrists.

'DAMN!' The voice was Brooke's and she sounded enraged. 'That was uncalled 
for. Now we'll have to cook her, regardless of whoever else gets chosen. We 
can't let her go, now. She'll never be able to get into the group, and I 
can't let her run loose to spread panicky tales. Who got her so worked up?'

A tall, vaguely central European beauty standing next to Karen answered, 'It 
was Jennifer. I was watching, and she teased the poor girl so much she 
pushed her right off the edge.'

'And onto a cooking spit,' Brooke continued grimly. 'That isn't the way we 
do things. Jennifer's another candidate, but I'm beginning to think her 
invitation was a mistake. Nobody here has the right to torment anyone, 
especially a candidate.'

Looking at the sadistic smile Jennifer was directing at Marie, Lorna had to 
silently support Brooke's attitude. She was still scared of what might 
happen, but at least nobody was trying to be cruel about cooking her. 'I'm 
going to remember that young lady,' Brooke said grimly, her set face adding 
menace to the promise.

They all continued to watch as Marie was picked up and carried over to a 
tall stool with a long greased wooden prong sticking out of the seat. 
Carefully, she was sat down on the stool with the wooden prong sliding up 
her pussy until it was fully inserted. After the wriggling, squealing girl 
was impaled, another woman leaned under the stool and inserted another 
lubricated wooden prong upward so that it was inserted through the seat and 
all the way into her ass. As that happened, Marie's face showed a shocked, 
wild-eyed expression and the volume on the squeals increased. Lorna saw that 
Marie's double impalement completely locked her in place, unable to move off 
her seat. Then she realized that, despite the wrestling match, nobody hurt 
or mistreated the terrified girl. They were just holding her in place 
until...

Lorna looked Brooke square in the eye. 'She's going to be number three, 
isn't she?'

Brooke nodded. 'That's NOT how we do things, but she's seen too much. If I 
just let her go, there'll be no end of trouble as a result. She looks good, 
and I might have chosen her anyway, but I DON'T like having my hand forced 
like that. I would much rather everyone understand what is happening before 
I make a choice.'

Lorna looked back at Marie, surrounded by a curious crowd of women, and said 
quietly, 'Once we're here, there's no getting out. You either get cooked or 
you eat someone and come back to take your chances again.'

Brooke, still glaring at Jennifer, replied calmly, 'Basically, you're right. 
The Society helps its own, and has a good track record of success. Move 
around and meet some of the women here, and you'll see what I mean. We've 
made millionaires out of many of our full members. The possibility of riding 
one of those spits is the chance you take for that success.'

Lorna looked at Brooke and thought hard. There were two choices: Fight the 
program and end up like Marie or go with the flow and take her chances. Best 
to become a convert. If things worked in her favor, and, after all, there 
was only one barbecue pit left unreserved, she stood to gain a hell of a 
lot. Musing at the way Brooke was still glaring at Jennifer, Lorna decided 
there was nothing wrong with helping her odds a little. How to do it?

'I think Jennifer and I need to have a talk,' Brooke snarled. She marched up 
to the other woman and, grabbing her arm, pulled her away from the crowd 
around Marie. Then she proceeded to get in her face. After a second, it was 
obvious that Brooke was doing all the talking and Jennifer had no desire to 
interrupt.

Karen, observing the scene, commented, 'Well, I think that's about to be 
settled. I'm sorry that happened with Marie. It sort of spoils the mood, but 
I think it's about time to get back on track. Do you want to help season 
me?'

Lorna was slightly taken aback by the offer, then remembered her resolution 
to become part of the group. 'Well... Yes, I'll be glad to. What do it do?'

Just then, another woman joined the group. She was in her early thirties, 
long brown hair, heart-shaped face and a nicely rounded figure. Lorna took 
note that the girl still had her pubic hair. Full member and a survivor. A 
second glance brought a surprise. She was the star of that old TV series! 
Only been on two or three things since, but still high on the B list. 'Hi, 
Carol,' Karen greeted her. 'I'm ready. Adrienne and Lorna, here, are going 
to help.'

Carol smiled brilliantly at Lorna. 'Hi. Welcome to your first Beach Fest. 
I'm Carol.'

Lorna nodded. 'What do I do to help?'

'I'll be glad to tell you what we're doing while we do it. I'm the Society's 
cook, by the way. Let's get Karen seasoned, then I'll let you help me get 
her spitted.

'What we're going to do first,' Carol explained, 'is thoroughly cover Karen 
with olive oil, seasoned with spices. We have to totally cover her body to 
keep her from singeing anywhere, and the spices cook into the flesh. Once 
she's oiled, we can put the spit in her. Where do you want it, honey?' The 
last was to Karen.

'Oh,' Karen smiled, 'I think I want it in my pussy. I've always liked that 
when I rode the two part spits and it ought to be the ultimate fuck. I'll be 
able to stretch out straight, so it will do a good job cooking my bottom, 
too.'

Lorna was amazed at Karen's relaxed attitude toward being cooked, but kept 
the thought quietly to herself. Hm, wonder if she could ask a question she 
was getting curious about, after all she was a new convert and Karen seemed 
matter-of-fact about the whole prospect of roasting... 'You guys are talking 
about where to put the spit. Other than where you like it, what's the 
difference? What's the best meat on a girl, anyhow?'

Karen answered the first question. 'Putting a spit in your pussy tends to 
allow you to get a more even roasting, because you have to flex a little if 
the shaft is up your bottom. Also, when you have the spit up your ass, it 
throws your pussy forward so it cooks more readily than it would clasped 
around the spit. A lot of girls like to ride a two part spit with it up 
their asses during role play roasting, because it's easier to baste your 
pussy while you're cooking and that's a fantastic feeling, but I want to 
stretch out for the real thing.'

Carol answered her second question. 'Most of the good meat on a woman is 
from the waist down. A girl's upper body usually isn't very muscular, so 
there's not much meat compared to, say, the hips.'

Carol walked over and began running her hands over Karen's naked body to 
illustrate her points. She gave a squeeze to Karen's prominent breasts. 
'Breasts aren't very meaty, mostly fat and glands, but very rich if prepared 
right. We'll take the silicone gel pacs out of Karen's breasts after she 
comes off the spit, then use the rest to add flavor to the stuffing I'll 
prepare for the other three girls. Right here above the hips is a good cut, 
very tender. Her belly is very muscular, good meat, but it's best used for 
bacon or prepared like corned beef. We'd normally slice her hips and 
buttocks into steaks along with the thighs, but I'll be making sliced cuts 
for the lunch buffet instead. We call the pussy the prime filet, and it is.'

Adrienne broke in, 'I've got dibs on that.' Karen grinned at her friend.

Carol squeezed one of Karen's inner thighs, just below the groin and used 
her other hand to do the same for the central portion of one of Karen's 
prominent buttocks. 'These parts are the most tender cuts. Get one off one 
of the other whole roasters, if you get the chance.'

She examined Lorna's hip area with a critical eye. 'The way you're built, 
honey, you've got plenty of good meat in the right spots. Just one slice off 
the good part of your rump would feed someone a full meal. Believe me, 
that's wonderful.'

Lorna made a face. 'Thanks, I think.'

The other three women grinned. 'Come on,' Carol said, 'let's get Karen 
seasoned and on the spit.'

Karen got up on the table on her elbows and knees, while Lorna and the other 
two grabbed plastic squeeze bottles from the table. The routine was to 
squeeze some oil onto the meat, then rub it in, something everyone including 
Karen enjoyed. 'Remember to cover everything,' Carol told her. 'Get some 
between her cheeks and plenty on her pussy.'

'Oh, yes,' Karen moaned as Lorna followed Carol's instructions. 'Everyone 
make sure to season me there. This is beginning to drive me wild.'

Adrienne laughed, then followed Lorna in coating the intimate parts, giving 
her friend a far more sexually applied coating of oil, inside as well as 
out, and bringing on Karen's first orgasm. Lorna was beginning to look on 
preparing and cooking Karen as exciting, and she suspected that wasn't going 
to be the girl's last orgasm, either.

Karen turned on her side on the table and drew up her legs as Carol and 
Adrienne brought the spit. 'Ventilated, so she can breathe,' Carol commented 
as they carefully lined it up with Karen's cunt. As they inserted it into 
Karen, she began convulsing in another series of orgasms, her pussy clasping 
on the lubricated shaft as it slid up inside her. Watching with wide eyes, 
Lorna gently stroked Karen's flank as the shaft disappeared into her body. 
Adrienne came around to steady her friend's head as the point of the spit 
emerged from her mouth. Once Karen was well on the spit, a businesslike 
Carol used cooking twine to bind her wrists and legs to the spit. Taking 
some more twine, she bound Karen's large breasts together. 'Keep 'em from 
flopping around,' she explained briskly.

The three women gently lifted the spitted girl and placed her on the stand. 
Carol swung the assembly so Karen was over the coals then stood back to 
admire her handiwork. Lorna was also admiring Karen as she began to rotate 
over the coals, writhing and squirming from what Lorna was sure was more 
sexual excitement than the heat. To her surprise, Lorna found herself 
reacting to the picture of the slowly roasting girl. She checked herself 
with a finger and confirmed it. She was getting wet watching a beautiful 
woman cooking. Glancing at Adrienne, she saw the tall beauty was doing more 
than checking herself, she was gently stroking. 'Oh, yeah, baby,' Adrienne 
said softly, 'we're going to do this together. I'm going to come right along 
with you, as long as we can.'

Carol put a hand on Lorna's shoulder. 'Let's leave them,' she said softly. 
'I've got her high over the heat for a while, until she numbs, then I'll 
drop the spit so she can really begin cooking.' Looking around, Lorna saw 
the cooking pit was now the center of attention, but everyone was backed 
off, giving Karen and Adrienne space.

Walking away with Carol, she asked, 'How long will it take for Karen to 
cook?'

Carol replied, 'Oh, I won't roast her all the way. Once heat stroke gets 
her, I'll take her off the spit, butcher her, cook what I need for lunch 
over the grill, then put the rest in the cooler for tomorrow. I'm going to 
do that with one of the other girls, too. Even with a group this size, we 
only need two women, so I'll only fully roast two. We'll have the rest on 
the beach for the second day of the Fest.'

She looked at Lorna. 'To answer your original question, about four hours. 
That means Brooke's going to choose the last girl for the spit in about 
three hours. That way we can eat about sundown.

'Meanwhile,' she continued with a smile, 'you can lay out in the sun, join 
one of the games, or get laid as many times as you can before Brooke calls 
everyone together to pick the last roaster.' She waved a hand to indicate 
the large number of couples, or threesomes, that were having sex openly on 
beach blankets among the group. No need to be shy in a crowd where everyone 
was nude, and they were all going to be literally eating several of these 
women in a little while.

The sex option sounded good to Lorna. Looking around at the array of naked 
women on the beach, she could see quite a few that she'd love to stroke and 
play with. Plenty of tasty pussies. The last thought made her grimace for an 
instant, given the fact that a tasty pussy meant more than one thing to 
these women. Still, she thought fatalistically, she was either going to be 
providing someone, probably Brooke, with a cooked pussy or be able to enjoy 
an uncooked one or two for herself, and pussy served on a live girl was one 
of her favorite dishes.

She spent a few more moments enjoying the lovely and sexually exciting 
spectacle of Karen as she slow cooked over the coals. The woman's body was a 
sculpture, glistening with oil and perspiration, and the sight held her 
entranced for a while. As she turned away, she decided she had to find 
someone to satisfy that tingling between her thighs.

Scanning the beach, she caught sight of Marie, who was now staring at Karen 
as she cooked. Lorna knew what was going through her mind. In fact, it could 
well be here, bound and impaled on a stool, instead of that girl. Besides, 
they'd gotten friendly at that photo shoot a while back. Very friendly, in 
fact.

There was something she had to do before finding someone to scratch her 
itch.

She approached the girl, and could tell by the way her eyes widened when 
they caught sight of her that Marie remembered her. 'Hi, Marie,' she said 
and caressed her softly on an arm. 'I'm sorry this had to happen to you, 
honey. I'm afraid it's going to happen to me in a few hours, but there's 
nothing I can do about either one of us now.'

Marie dropped her eyes and nodded forlornly. She knew what was going to 
happen to her and accepted the fact. She seemed much more settled, now. It 
appeared the panic attack was over. 'That gag can't be comfortable,' Lorna 
said with sudden decision. 'I'm going to ask someone if I can remove it. 
Will you promise not to scream?'

Marie nodded again, holding Lorna's face with her eyes. Lorna suddenly 
remembered something about Marie, her ultra sensitive breasts. Maybe there 
was something else she could do for the girl besides take out her gag. 
Leaning over, she kissed Marie tenderly on the cheek. 'Look,' she said 
softly,' I'm going to try something and I want you to help me. If it works, 
you'll feel better and I'll see if they let me take out the gag. Okay?'

Marie nodded. Her expression was still hopeless, but she was curious about 
what Lorna was going to do.

Lorna began delicately stroking the outside of the seated girl's bare 
thighs, gradually shifting until her fingertips roamed up and down the inner 
thighs. Lorna could hear the quick intake of breath as her fingers got 
closer to Marie's groin. Good enough. Now for the next stage. She gradually 
began to work her hands further up Marie's body, constantly caressing, until 
the settled on her breasts. Then she began stroking, ever so gently from the 
base of the big globes out to the nipples. She was rewarded when Marie let 
out with a low moan, muffled by her gag. 'Open your knees as much as you 
can, honey,' she said.

Marie complied, awkward with her cuffed ankles, but enough for Lorna to 
slide one hand down and begin stroking her clitoris, feeling the wooden 
shaft imbedded in the girl's pussy. It wasn't long before Marie's eyes 
rolled back and Lorna was rewarded with a rapid series of muffled gasps, 
ending in a long, drawn out moan. Once the girl had finished, Lorna kissed 
her gently on the cheek again. 'There, baby, I'll go see what I can do about 
that gag.'

'You can take it out,' a voice said behind her. Lorna turned towards the 
speaker and saw possibly the most voluptuous woman she'd ever seen in the 
flesh. The woman had a beautiful figure, but more of one than any other 
beautiful girl Lorna ever knew existed. Right then, she decided she was 
going to be rolling on a beach blanket with this beauty in the not too 
distant future.

Looking at Lorna, the woman leaned over and removed the gag from Marie's 
mouth. 'That was nice, what you did,' she commented. 'I like the way you 
were thinking of her. I'm Vivian, by the way.'

Lorna smiled. 'I'm Lorna.'

Vivian returned the smile, then turned to Marie. 'There, is that better?'

Marie nodded. 'Thank you. Uh... Would it be possible for me to get up? These 
things are really stretching me.'

Vivian shook her head slowly. 'No, sorry. You have to stay cuffed and 
seated. You'll be glad of the stretching in a few hours, when they go to 
insert the pole. It'll go in a lot easier if you are open and wet. They have 
to open you, anyway, when they go to stuff your butt, so it'll be easier 
there, too.'

Waving at another woman next to one of the bar tables scattered around, 
Vivian commented, 'I'll have them bring you some wine. I know you're thirsty 
and it helps a lot if you're high when you're being prepared. Will that be 
all right with you?'

Marie nodded again, back to being depressed. Vivian gave her an appraising 
look. 'It also helps if you're sexually excited. You might as well enjoy as 
much of the process as you can, even if you aren't a volunteer. I'll make 
sure everybody comes by and gives you a good stroking, girl. We'll see if we 
can't get you so excited and high you won't know what's happening.'

Marie smiled wanly, then took the full wineglass another woman handed her 
with both cuffed hands. As Lorna and Vivian walked away, Lorna could see the 
woman begin to stroke Marie's breasts and cunt, starting her towards another 
orgasm.

'That's the best way to pass the time if you know you're going to be 
roasted,' Vivian told her.