The White Glove Society

The White Glove Society.

By ninja5

                                               

Bailie glanced over at her younger cousin.  “You sure about this Dakota?  I wasn’t a planed baby and I turned out pretty good.”

“Bailie, I know you agree with the great state we call home and its anti-abortion laws, but it was your brother who knocked me up.  I ain’t having no toothless offspring.”

“Well why did you sleep with him?”  Bailie checked her cousin again.  Dakota, like all the women in the Walters family was quite beautiful.  She wore frayed denim shorts, a blue singlet, and a checkered cotton shirt.  She liked to show skin and get the guys around town to chase after her.  It was the only power a girl her age could have outside of starting a family.

“I don’t know.  I was running and he caught me.”

“That’s the worst excuse for getting knocked up by your cousin I’ve ever heard Dakota Walters.”

“Just drive.”  Dakota nervously ran her finger over her tanned arm.  “Why Massachusetts anyway?”

“I’ve always wanted to go.  What do you care, it’s not like you’re helping with gas money.”

“We don’t belong there.”

“We don’t belong no place that’ll do what you need doing Dakota.  I’m just as pretty as you and I never let one of your brothers catch me.”

“But you’re gettin’ older and slower bitch.”

“I’m twenty-three to your barely eighteen.  When you get to be twenty-three maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about who to trust.”

“So that’s it.  You just don’t trust the boys around town.  Heck Ma told me you was a lesbian.”  Dakota arced up, rattled around her seat and pinched her cousin’s breast.”

“DAKOTA.  Knock it off.  Ain’t nothing wrong with being a lesbian, but I ain’t.  I’m bi.  That means I like boys and girls.  I like girls better, but a good boy, I mean one of those smart universities boys; I’ve always wanted one of those.  That’s why we’re going to Massachusetts, it’s where Harvard is.”  Bailie suddenly felt self conscious.  She was close to her cousin, but that was something she had never shared before.  She took another stare at her cousin.  She immediately regretted it.

Dakota sat eyes and mouth wide open, a look on exploding excitement on her face.  “Holy shit Bailie.  I was just joking about the Lesbian stuff.  You want to chase after me?”

“I ain’t like my brother.  How come you only listened to half of what I said?”

“I listened.  You’re a great big lesbian, but you still want some smart college dick.”  Dakota laughed out loud and kicked the floor.  That’s why you borrowed my best dress for this trip.  You wanna get chased.”  Bailie looked down on the light summer dress.  It showed of her cleavage in just the right way.

“I don’t appreciate your tone Dakota.”  Bailie was getting angry.  The car started to accelerate.

Dakota realized she had taken it too far.  “Come on Bailie, it’s just a shock to hear you talk like this.”

“I know what I want Dakota.  I don’t see why I can’t help myself while I’m helping you?”

“You can Cousin.  Come on, calm down.  I need a drink before tomorrow.  When we get to Massachusetts you pull into a bar were them smart boys hang out and I’ll help you get one.”

The car slowed down to the speed limit again.  “Ok, that’s a plan.  But not a word to anyone about me liking girls and college boys.  You say one word and I’ll catch you good and proper.”

Dakota was shaken awake by her cousin.  “Where are we?” She said surveying the car park.

“We’re about twenty miles from the heart of Harvard Country.”  Bailie paused and pointed to a row of cars in front of a bar.  “Look.”

Dakota rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared out of the pickup truck.  “What am I looking at?  All I see is a heap of fancy cars.”

“Look at the stickers on the cars.  They say Go Crimsons, that’s the Harvard football team.”

“I know.  My Daddy watches college ball with yours.”  Dakota looked in the rearview mirror and adjusted her hair.  “What’s your plan?”

“I don’t know.  Find one who looks nice and go talk to him.  If he’s up for running, I’ll let him catch me.”  They both got out of the car and walked towards the bar.  Bailie nervously straightened her dress.  Dakota picked up on her nerves.

“Don’t worry cousin.  You looked real pretty in my dress.  These college boys are gonna be fighting over you.”  It wasn’t a lie.  Dakota was young, flirtatious and had beautiful toned muscle, but Bailie was the real beauty.  “You’re slender like one of those Victoria Secrets models on account of your Daddy earning not enough money to give you enough food.  But that’s good, I hear these college boys like scrawny girls.”

“I ain’t scrawny Dakota Walters, I’m petite.  Mama told me.”  The pair drew closer to the bar and its neon lights.  Bailie stopped and straightened her dress again.  She nervously looked at her cousin.  “Ok, time to get me a college boy.”

The bar was different from home.  Plaques depicting winning teams and clubs replaced animal trophies.  There was no stale smell of mud and sweat.  The laughter from the groups of people was different too.  Instead of sporadic hearty laughter there was an intimidating whit to it.  As Dakota ventured in looking at the groups of college kids, Bailie hung back hopefully glancing around.  In the far corner on a small table a handsome well built man, about Baillie’s age, sat with a larger football type boy.  As Bailie stared he turned his head and instinctively to her.  He smiled shallowly.

“Dakota” Bailie called.  “I found one I want to talk to.”

“Already, at home as slow as molasses’ and as picky as a spoilt pig.”

“I told you Dakota, I’m twenty-three, and I know who to trust.”  Bailie immediately walked into the depth of the bar, past groups of mixed ethnicity towards the pair.  As she drew closer she slowed down.  Her nerves had returned and she was unsure of what to say.  From behind Dakota placed her hand on the small of her back and gently pushed her to keep her momentum going.  As they drew even closer Bailie got a better look at the pair.

The one Bailie liked sat on his stool, head down, meditating over a picture of beer.  He looked up as they drew closer.  He was well built with flawless skin; obviously he was a healthy eater.  He had the look of a dark poet about him, and seemed to be paying no attention to his friend, who looked as if he was almost standing guard.  When they finally reached the table Bailie just stood there in silence meeting the gaze of the Harvard boy. 

From behind Bailie heard Dakota mutter “Oh for Christ sake.”  Immediately after she stepped from behind Bailie she said, “Hi, how’s it moving.  I’m Dakota.  This shy one is my cousin Bailie.  She’s all silence ‘cause she doesn’t know what to say to you.  She thinks you’re cute.”

Panic took Bailie for a second; she fidgeted with her hands and sharply turned her head to her cousin.  She wanted to whisper Dakota and hush her but was worried about making a scene in front of the boy.

The smiled shallowly back.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Dakota” he paused for a second, “and Bailie.”  He stared deeply into Baillie’s eyes.  “I think she’s very beautiful, would you care to join my friend and me.”

Bailie exhaled bashfully and relaxed.  The boy’s large friend pulled two stools back like a servant and Dakota and Bailie sat down.

“I’m Randy, this is my housemate Gredlar.”

“Gredlar?” Dakota started.

“Michael Gredlar.  He’s the substitute quarterback for the Crimsons.  He’s yet to get a game, but we all call him Gredlar because it’s a suitable name for the on-the-field beast he is.”

“Gredlar hey!” Dakota eyed the large silent friend.  “Reckon as a quarter back you could run pretty fast.”

“I can.”  Gredlar spoke up, visibly a little puzzled by the statement.

“I bet you could catch me.”  Dakota said staring at his broad shoulders.  “Is everything proportional?”

“Dakota Walters!” Bailie gasped embarrassed.  She gave a mortified look to Randy as he started laughing.

“She’s excitable isn’t she?” Randy said friendly to Bailie as he resumed staring into her eyes.

“I’d be free of her if she wasn’t my cousin.”  Bailie said gaining a little confidence.

“That’s a charming accent you have, where are you girls from?” Randy took a sip of his beer as finished talking.  As Randy asked the question the rest of the room slipped into the background.  There was focus from both Bailie and Randy.  Bailie didn’t even notice Dakota overly easy signals to Gredlar.

“We’re from...”  A waitress dropped a tray of empty glasses.  The bar exploded with noise and jeers.  “… way in the heart of the South” Bailie finished.

“I haven’t been down that way.  I can see I’m missing out.”  Randy chanced a look at Baillie’s cleavage.  Bailie bashfully exhaled again and let out a faint moan.  Dakota ruined the moment.

“Hey Bailie, I haven’t peed for three states come to the restroom with me.”  She tugged on Baillie’s arm.  Bailie would have resisted but she needed to go to.

“Um, we’ll be right back.  Don’t give away our seats.”  Bailie smiled at Randy and followed her cousin towards to toilets.

Dakota sat in the stall whilst Bailie stared at herself in the mirror.  Having gotten a guy like Randy’s attention she felt beautiful.  She surveyed the nape of her neck and the gentle, tone lines that highlighted her cleavage.  She pulled down on the dress so more skin of her bosoms showed.

“I admit I thought you were crazy Bailie, but that Randy guy looks at you likes hungry or something.”  Dakota yelled from the stale.

“I bet he’s smart too.  I reckon we got here just in time.  Five more minutes and some floozy from the College would have gotten him.”

“Have you looked around Bailie?  You’re like the prettiest girl here.”  Dakota paused.  “I bet that Gredlar is like a bear in the sack.  I recon even if I play possum he’s gonna growl and charge me.”

“Just don’t let him catch you so easy.  I recon he might end up thinking you’re just some piece of meat.”  Bailie fluffed her hair to see if it changed her look.  From behind a stale flushed and a city girl in a T-shirt and tight jeans got out.  As she washed her hands she chanced a look at Bailie.  Bailie noticed her stare and slowly turned her head.

The girl looked concerned.  “Excuse me.  Are you the girl who was sitting with Randy Whitehead?”

“I was chatting to him.”  Bailie turned back to the mirror.

The look of concern grew on the girls face.  “I’m not trying to be” she paused.  “I realize he seems normal, but” she paused again.  “There’s something off about Randy Whitehead.”

Baillie’s head sharply turned and looked at the girl.  She looked intelligent and friendly, but her statements contradicted Baillie’s feelings and that made her somehow confrontational.  “What do you mean?”  Bailie said, starting to worry.

From behind them the stale flushed and Dakota emerged.  “Listen bitch” she had clearly heard every word.  Dakota pointed a finger at the girl and had an angry look on her face.  “We don’t need no uppity rich bitch trying to run us off a good time.”

The girl became defensive at the sudden assault.  “No I was just trying to warn you.”

“Warn us.  We get ourselves a good time in your state and you want to run us off.”  Dakota eyes flashed with passion.

“No, it’s not like that.”  The girl started backing away.

“What’s the matter, my cousin can’t get what she wants.  Randy wants to chase her and she’s up for being caught.  You’re just angry ‘cause no matter how slow you go you always seem to get away.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying; I was just trying to be friendly.”  The girl turned and briskly walked out of the toilet.  When she was gone Dakota washed her hands.  Bailie looked at her, partly with disapproval over her aggression, and partly with gratitude over her loyalty.

“Come on Bailie.  I reckon we’re both gonna have a good time tonight.”  Dakota walked out of the restroom and Bailie followed.

When they got out Randy and Gredlar we’re collecting their coats and pushing the stools back in the table.  Baillie’s heart sunk as they approached them.  Randy seemed not to notice the look of concern on her face.

“Are you going” Bailie said softly to Randy.  Dakota and Gredlar resumed eyeing each other.

“We are.  You coming?”  He said smiling at her. 

Baillie’s heart lifted again. “Where are we going?”  She’d already accepted the invitation.

“Back to our place.  I think these two want to do more than just look at each other.”

Bailie chanced a look at her cousin.  She was ready to boil.  “What about our truck?”

“We can leave it here tonight and drop you off tomorrow morning.  Sound good?”  As he spoke he drew closer to Bailie.  The two of them were sharing breath.  It made Bailie light headed.

“Sound perfect.”  With consent, Randy placed his arm around Baillie thin waist and led her out of the bar.  Dakota followed shortly after behind Gredlar.  She was eagerly watched his ass as he walked.

The car trip didn’t go as smoothly as Bailie had hoped.  Dakota started on a rant about the Mercedes Benz Randy drove.  She started by questioning the reliability of foreign cars and ends with a speech on how America saved the world in WW2.  Bailie wished Dakota’s sex drive and mouth weren’t linked.  She kept looking across at Randy every sentence, waiting for him to object.  Randy smiled a satisfied smile and occasionally glanced fondly at Bailie.  After several minutes she summed up the courage to put her hand on his as he changed gears.  The two didn’t speak; this only helped the positive tension build.

Randy pulled into an old brick house with vines creeping up the brickwork.  To Bailie it looked at least a hundred years old.

“Holy shit, you guys must be loaded.”  Dakota exclaimed.

The four of them exited the vehicle and walked towards the house.  Randy and Bailie met side by side and held hands.  Dakota walked in front of Gredlar, this time he watched her ass.  As they entered the house everything was Victorian and maculate.  Without hesitation Gredlar walked up to Dakota and lifted her into his arms carrying her off to some room down a hall.  Dakota squalled and giggled with delight.

“Holy smokes Bailie.  I’m getting charged by a bear.”  She flayed her legs and arms, not disrupting the grip Gredlar had on her.  “You two have…” Dakota’s words were sharply cut off as the door to Gredlar's room closed.  Bailie frowned and turned to Randy.

Sensing her question he answered, “Old brick work.  The rooms are sound proof.  It’s handy for when Gredlar brings girls around.”

Bailie smiled shyly, not really caring.  Her focus was solely on Randy.  The two stared into each other’s eyes, subtly aware that they were both leaning forward.  After a few seconds of grace they met half way and kissed.  Randy took her hand and led her upstairs.

Bailie awoke alone in Randy’s bed.  Light drifted in from the window and warmed her.  She was intensely happy.  A glowing feeling spread into her body from between her legs.  Randy had been the most compassionate lover she had ever had.  She rolled over looking for him.  She immediately felt his absence.  She sniffed the bedding.  His cologne was still present and it made her fill better.  She wanted more though and she called his name.  No reply came.  She called again louder before rolling to the side and sitting up.  The room was so still.  Briefly she thought about getting back in bed and waiting for him, but it was still very much a strange house.  She slipped her white dress on without putting on her panties and walked to the door.  She opened it and called out again.  The house was still.  She walked down the hall towards the stairs and descended them.

“Randy.” No response.  “Dakota.”  No response.  “Gredlar?”  Silence.

She remembered the rooms were soundproof and turned down the hall to Gredlar’s room.  As she approached it she moved away from windows and natural light.  The surrounds dimmed as she walked closer to the door, it created an atmosphere of imposition.  As she reached the door she gently knocked on it.  No response came.  She started to call out her cousin’s name, realized again the room was soundproof and decided she’d chance opening it.  The brass handle turned freely and she walked into the faintly lit room.

Horror froze her in her tracks.  In the centre of the room Dakota lay screaming, her wrist and ankle shackled her to a stainless steel operating table.  Her face was red from exertion and stained with tears.  As she saw Bailie she yelled, “They ate my leg.  The fuckers, fucking ate my leg.”

Body frozen in panic Bailie’s stared down at Dakota’s left leg.  It was missing below the knee.

“Get me out of here cous’.  They said they were going to get blood for a transfusion so I wouldn’t expire, but they’re coming back.”  Dakota tore her arms and leg against the restraints in fear driven panic.

All sense of romance flushed out of Bailie and she ran to her cousin’s side.  Her finger fiddled and fumbled over the latches to the restraints but she wasn’t thinking clearly.  There was a loud thud, and the door to the room slammed shut.  Randy and Gredlar stood blocking the only exit. 

“I suppose you had to find out sooner or later.”  Randy said coldly.

Bailie screamed.

Gredlar charged grabbing both her flailing arms and pinning them to her sides.  He stood behind her holding her in place.  She gasped, struggled and then grew rigid as Randy approached them.  He held out his hands a cupped them around her face.

“So beautiful and so naive.  You’re perfect.”  Randy’s eyes no longer seemed like a trouble poets.  The deranged nature of his gaze was blatantly clear.

Bailie tried to twist her head away so she didn’t have to look at him.  Randy held it firmly in place.  “What did you do to my cousin?” she begged.

“We ate her.  She’s delicious.”  Randy hand caressed Bailie’s hair as he spoke.  “We could take more, or you and I can make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”  The panic eased as Bailie sensed hope.

“Come with me to a Society Lunch and we’ll let Dakota go.”

“I don’t believe you.”  Bailie’s jaw grew rigid.  She was confused but not about the look in Randy’s eyes.  It was the look the hunters back home got after they’d killed to many animals.

Randy took his eyes of Bailie.  “She doesn’t trust us.”  He said looking at Gredlar.  Perhaps if we show her what poor Dakota will go through if she doesn’t agree.”  The evil smile on Randy’s face grew.  “Still hungry Gredlar?”

“Gredlar shook Bailie’s body and said “I could eat.”

Bailie knew it was bad, as Dakota began screaming again.  From the confusion Randy’s deliberate motions produced a scalpel.  Both Bailie and Dakota eyed it with fear.  Gredlar let out a droll giggle.  Dakota stopped screaming and began to beg.  “Please, not again.  Don’t take anymore.”  Her face contorted in emotional agony.

“I’m sorry Dakota, but your cousin has to understand.”  Very deliberately he began to cut below her knee.  Dakota erupted in pain, howling for him to stop.  Bailie froze in terror, and numbness coming over her.  Every time Bailie looked away Gredlar would shake her body violently until she watched again.  With such a shallow blade it just seemed to go on and on.  Through her convulsions Dakota finally passed out.  Randy, with bloodied hands, produced a vile of smelling salts and held them under her nose.  Dakota lurched back in consciousness and immediately began to writhe in agony again.  “No rest for the wicked” he said, resuming the numerous shallow cuts.  Bailie dry wrenched.

“Stop.  Stop.  I’ll go with you.  I promise, just let her go.”  Bailie pleaded and became to cry.

“Too late now.  I’ll ask you again once we’ve eaten.  If you change your mind, we can always come back for more.”  Randy continued to work as he spoke.  The screams and the visual horror of everything rattled Bailie into shell shock.  Not even the desperate pleas of her cousin could stop the enveloping numbness. “What the…?”  Gredlar shook Bailie.  Her head rocked back with his motion but then just slumped forward again.  “I think she’s playing possum.”

“She’s gone into shock.”  Randy calmly said as the scalpel scratched through the ligament attaching Dakota’s lower leg to her knee.  “It’ll make her easier to get to the gathering.”  The leg came loose apart from a few strands of skin.  In one final cut Randy severed it loose.  Dakota groaned and rocked her body, but still fearfully made eye contact with Randy.  He waved the limb in front of her face.  Her eyes bulged in horror.  “Ok, we’ll cook this up, mend Dakota's wounds and then I’ve got to get Bailie on her way.”

“Can I come Randy?”  Gredlar asked gently placing Bailie in the corner.  Her limbs seemed to have lost all rigidity and she had a blank dazed look on her face.

“We’ve been over this Gredlar, the Society only takes winners.  You’d have to make it on the field and win before they’d even let you through the door.”  Randy began flaying the skin of the girl’s amputated leg, exposing the soft pink flesh.

“Damn this bitch is delicious.”  Gredlar said eyeing Dakota.  She was breathing slowly and deeply.  Her writhing had slowed as the blood lose began to take effect.

A rhythmic beeping sounded from Randy’s blood soaked wrist watch.  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to join you for this meal.  By the time I stitch her up and get washed I’ll be due at the Lunch.”

Bailie sat motionless in the car.  To a passing motorist she would appear to be dozing.  Randy drove through the wrought iron gates up the paved driveway.  A valet stood guard and approached the car as Randy parked.  Randy handed him the keys and then went to the passenger’s seat to retrieve the shell shocked Bailie.  He pulled her arm around his neck and took her feather weight.  He began carrying her to the entrance.  As he approached a tall gorgeous Latino woman in a blue evening dress with elbow high white gloves approached him.

“Randy, how are you, I thought you were going to keep me waiting.”  It was subtle hint that Randy had kept her waiting.

“Gia, you looked stunning as always, this is Bailie my friend.”  Randy placed his arm firmly around Bailie's waist and lifted her up.

“Randy?  You haven’t drugged the poor dear have you?”

“No, she’s gone into shock.  She was upset by some small matter.”  Randy shock Bailie back so Gia could view her face.  It worked.

Gia took graceful steps towards Bailie and stared deeply into her face, before placing a hand on her breast.  “My, she is every bit as beautiful as you said she was.  She’s going to be magnificent.”  Gia felt Bailie’s stomach and glided her hands over her buttocks.  “But we must hurry, Anton is waiting.”  Gia turned and walked back in the front door.  Randy followed carrying the helpless Bailie.

Gia walked through a foyer like it was a catwalk.  Randy followed with haste.  All three passed through double doors into a vast kitchen.  It was Randy’s first time in the workings of the Society but his instincts were proof that he belonged.  He lifted Bailie like groom carrying a bride and placed her on a metal bench.  A mustached Frenchman appeared by Randy’s side and nodded in approval; he turned away and began preparing some oil.  Without instruction two Japanese assistants appeared with scissors.  Randy stepped back next to Gia.  In perfect silence the Japanese assistants produced pairs of scissors and cut Dakota’s good dress from Bailie.  Gia sighed as she saw Bailie's stark form.

“Exquisite.”  She whispered to Randy.

Next the assistance took clothes a washed Bailie over.  Anton the French chief whisked herbs into oil.

“I trust this will guarantee me my placement of choice when I finish this semester?” Randy softly and respectfully addressed Gia.

“Oh Randy, you’re a bright young Medical student.”  She turned to him and smiled flirtatiously.  “It would be criminal to hold you back.”  She held his eyes for a second and then turned back to Bailie.  “But this won’t do.  The poor girl is so unresponsive; we simply have to wake her up.”

“I have smelling salts.”  Randy offered.

“No, no.  This needs a woman’s touch.”  Gia placed her right gloved hand in her mouth and bit down on the fabric.  The glove glided of.  She hung it over her shoulder and walked toward Bailie.  The two assistances finished, bowed their heads and back away.  Gia ran her nails over the perfectly toned stomach of Bailie Walters.  Bailie stared at the ceiling expressionless.  As the chief began basting Bailie’s feet in the herb filled oil, Gia glided her hand down to Bailie’s vagina.  Bailie gave a soft whimper as she was penetrated.  Rhythmically Gia slid her long fingers in and out of the shaved, soft mound.  There was no follow up whine or change at first but slowly, as the chief progressed to her calves and Gia intensified her touch, Bailie’s breathing increased.  She began to faintly moan, her left arm twitched, and Anton took it as a signal to move on to her thighs.  Bailie’s lower body gleamed with aromatic herbs and oils.  Her head began to turn as Gia hastened even more.  Bailie began to rock her head from side to side, her eyes closed, her stomach muscles contracted and her breath grew more intense.  As Bailie started a violated road back to consciousness the two Japanese assistance came back into play, one either side holding her wrists down.  As Bailie began to grind her knees together Randy grabbed her ankles.  Through Gia’s even exhilarating finger work Anton basted on, his brush dabbing either side of Gia’s fingers, lubricating them.  More moans came, followed by panting, Bailie’s strength was returning.  As Randy and the two assistants braced themselves for her manageable strength Gia began to softly speak to Bailie.  “Come back my dear, we need you to put on a good show.”

As Bailie’s eyes burst open her stomach shuddered and her thigh muscles contracted.  Gia felt the soft pressure of Bailie’s orgasm around her fingers and giggled.  Bailie gasped for air.

“Dakota.  Dakota, I’m sorry.”  She did not yell but pleaded to anyone who would listen.

Anton took her awakening as a sign to get his brace.  It was a seven foot long metal shaft with cruciform extensions and carbon fiber straps.  He clunked it down on the table next to Bailie who eyed it fearfully.  In a single coordinated motion, Randy and the two assistants lifted Bailie while Anton slid the brace under her.  When they lowered it she was fastened in place.  It was only once secure that Bailie started to struggle.  Anton resumed basting.

Frantically Bailie stared at the strangers before fixating her fearful gaze at Randy.  “Randy, you’ll let Dakota go?  You won’t hurt her no more?”

Gia looked at Randy, half curious for an explanation.  Randy sighed and pulled two white gloves from his pocket and started putting them on.  “I would if I could Bailie.  It’s just Gredlar has needs.  Once we’ve eaten all her limbs he’s going to keep her torso as a sex pet.”

Bailie sobbed.  She didn’t know what that meant.  “But you can’t, she’s pregnant.”

Randy finished putting on his gloves and sighed again.  “Then in eight month we’ll both have fresh milk every morning.”  Randy turned from Bailie towards the striking figure of Gia.  “If you’ll excuse me Gia, I’d like to mingle before dinner.”

“Of course my boy.”  Gia waved the back of her hand at him uninterested and turned to Anton.  “How long till you’ll be finished?”

Anton began basting Bailie’s firm breasts but still managed to look up.  “You may announce dinner in five minutes.”

“Wonderful, and you my dear” she took a step towards Bailie’s helpless form.  “Scream, cry, beg; nothing is off limits for our meat.  If you have something to say it’s the perfect time.  You’ll be the centre of attention.”  Gia rubbed the fingers she’d pleasure Bailie with over her mouth and began to place the long white glove on once more.  She strutted out of the kitchen and Bailie was left alone with Anton and his silent assistants.

Five minutes to the second Gia surveyed the room filled with the most prestigious members of society.  She grinned.  Noble prize winners; fortune five-hundred members; and even a former President were dressed and wearing white gloved.

“Distinguished colleagues if I may have your attention.”  She paused as the soft conversation died down.  Everybody turned to face her.  “May I present Ms. Bailie Walter’s, a treat from the South.”  As she spoke she fanned her arm toward the kitchen.  Anton’s two assistants emerged either end of the spit carrying the helpless Bailie.  She sobbed softly, too fearful and confused to cry out for help.  The audience applauded like they were at a golf tournament.  The applause was joined by sighs of excitement made auditable by numbers.  Bailie went rigid with terror and did not notice the two ornamental protrusions she was being carried towards.  The assistants approached them to the side and lifted the spits ends till they rest either side, suspending Bailie about four feet above the floor.  Bailie gorgeous young form, dress only in oil hung from the spit, belly down.

“Please.  Please someone, anyone, help me.”  Bailie looked from left to right desperately making eye contact.  She was met only with hungry eyes, their appetite evil.  “What do you want from me?” 

“Said the truffle to the chief.”  Gia exclaimed.  Her comment was met with restrained, yet indulgent laughter.  Bailie began to sob again; this only seemed to feed the energy in the room.

Anton now emerged from the kitchen carrying an ornamental piece of elongated metal.  Its pattern was like lace and he walked with haste.  As he approached Bailie he held it horizontally.  In one smooth motion it clicked into place beneath her, casting an intricate shadow on the floor.  Bailie watched in abject ignorance as Anton s flicked a switch and stepped back.  Nothing happened, at least at first.  The audience held their breath and waited.

A single drop of oil fell from Bailie’s right nipple onto the element.  As helpless as she was she had nothing to do but watch the clear bead of oil.  A trail of vapor rose from it and it shrunk and finally disappeared.  Warmth drifted up to her naked body and it dawned on Bailie what the ornamental lattice was.  It was the intricate element for an electric spit.

“No” she whispered.  “No, please, no.”  She pulled helplessly against the restraints, her struggling creating a murmur and excitement in the crowd.  Unbeknownst to Bailie the frantic contraction against the restraints made her look even more beautiful.  “Please, somebody, please don’t let them do this.”  As she cried out Anton stepped in and turned a dial, the initial heat had just been to tease Bailie.  A blast of intense hot energy enveloped Bailie’s delicate flawless skin.  She cried out, not a scream, but with distressed.  “You have to stop….. This isn’t right……No please don’t…………Mommy.”  It was the final articulated plea Bailie would make.  Not a request to stop, she knew the crowd wouldn’t help her.  She cried out instinctively to her childhood protector as futile as her attempts to escape the embracing heat.  She screamed know and Gia smiled, the signal to Anton to flick the next switch.  As he did so Bailie began to rotate above the element, as one portion of her body escaped its un-ebbing lash another was exposed.  Her perfect and petite body convulsed and the audience took in the aroma of the heating oil on her body knowing that soon the scent of cooking meat would mingle with it. 

Now that the meat was committed to its fate the congregation began to interact with one another once more.  Despite the influence of the gathering and the shared power of the Society, no matter seemed to important to stop and eager glance at the suffering meal.  Several minutes into the cook, Anton stepped forward and applied more seasoned oil to Bailie.  Her skin had turned golden brown from the heat and the stress of resisting the unavoidable heat had weakened her.  Her loud moans were still intoxicating to the crowd though.  Finished Anton stepped back to once again supervise her cooking.  The sweet aroma of roasting flesh filled the hall and if she could have escaped the pain, Bailie would have known its pleasure.

Gia gently caressed the side of Bailie’s face.  Bailie’s eyes fluttered opened and her face changed from and expressing of sleeping peace too dazed confusion.  Bailie shifted her head.  She could see a row of people sitting either side of her.  Some looked at her hungrily other talked to their neighbors.  From her laying position she looked up at the ceiling, Gia was still there, she had started combing her finger flirtatiously through Bailie’s hair.

“I’m so glad you survived.  Anton really has turned his cooking into an art form.  I hope you didn’t suffer, but I know that’s not the case.”

“What’s going on?”  Bailie asked submissively.  Her fatigue meant she couldn’t get a fix on her surroundings.  “Are you going to let me go?”

Gia giggled sexually.  “Try to move.”

Bailie tried.  She couldn’t. “What’s happened to me?”

“Smell the air.”  Gia waited for Bailie to take the scent of the air.  “You’re cooked through my dear.  You survived the spit, and you look and smell delicious.”

“Oh no.”  Bailie’s face contorted in fear.

“Hush” Gia reassured her.  “Your nerves a cooked through, you won’t feel a thing.”  She lifted Bailie’s head and placed a silk cushion beneath it.  Now elevated Bailie could see her bronzed glistening flesh.  She let out a single gasp before Randy’s voice captured her attention.

“Distinguished colleges” he started.  “We gather once again to enjoy what so few can enjoy.  As provider of this delicate morsel the honor falls to me to carve her gentle flesh.  I do so with a sense of gratitude and hope it is the first of many times.”  Randy bowed his head humbly and was met with applause.

“You see” Gia spoke only to Bailie.  “We’re going to eat you now.”

“No you can’t, I’m still alive.”  Bailie whispered it frantically to Gia.

“Calm yourself my dear, if you like I can arrange for you to taste yourself?”

Bailie did not reply, she stare in horror at the carving knife and prong Randy now held in his hand.  “Gia, as host you have your choice of cut.”  Randy turned to Gia and waited for her response.

Gia smiled like a sultry mistress.  Everybody at the table knew what she would ask for.  “Her prime fillet for me Randy.  I want to eat her sex.”  Without hesitation Randy gently pushed the prong into Bailie’s still belly, just above her vagina.

“No.”  Bailie whispered, mesmerized, as painlessly Randy began to cut it free.  Steam drifted out of the wound and the glorious smell intensified.  A plated was handed up the crowd.  Clear juices seeped from the wound and other began ordering cuts.  Bailie did not see Gia delicately cut of a slice of her flesh and chew it, but she did hear her sigh of pleasure at its taste.  As Randy cut slice after slice of Bailie away from her the daze in her head grew even heavier and her damaged mind let go of consciousness.

Bailie’s eyes drifted open once more to the affectionate caress of Gia.  Their eyes met.  Bailie’s defeated and seeking peace; Gia’s with loving flirtation.  This time Bailie’s breathing was labored and shallow.  Gia immediately assessed this.

“You’re too damaged my dear, it won’t be long now.”

Bailie couldn’t respond.  She helplessly looked into the eyes of her carnivore.

“Exhale deeply and go in peace my delicious little prey.”  Gia spoke like a mother putting her child to rest.  Bailie followed her instruction and exhale with all her energy.  Breath spent, her body failed, and she slipped away amongst the chatter of dinner quests.