You’re in a huge factory floor looking room with concrete walls and floors, chains dangling from pulleys in the ceiling with sharp meat hooks mounted on the end sections. The table held a number of shiny tools of various sorts, and next to it was a bundle of coiled hoses. The air was slightly cool and smelled faintly of disinfectant, blood and meat. Combined with the bright fluorescent lights, the place looked like a combination of a very clean slaughterhouse and a hospital.
You ordered Janice. The foreman nodded and said, “The right choice. Janice is a true professional and has butchered more girls for me than I can count. I’m telling you, I’ve been looking forward to this day with excitement. I want you to pick her, and I will personally handle her bring my own!”
The door opens and Janice walks in swinging her ass in a unique rhyme rate. You see the girl, but she doesn’t look quite what you expected. She is wearing only a small apron and a pair of high heels. She seems quite familiar with the room, and her slightly reddened face reveals her nervousness.
She walked over toward the foreman and stood in front of him, pretending to say casually, “Hello, Bob.” But it wasn’t natural. And then she slowly turns her body so that you can examine…
“Very well, sir… do you like her?”
“Yes. I want her.”
Janice shuddered, looking like she was very excited. A brief smile flashed across her face, and she poked her tongue out at the foreman: “Look up, you waited, Bob!”
The foreman put his hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm… until he reached the strap of her apron: “You don’t need it anymore.”
Janice smiled as she kicked off her shoes and helped the foreman remove her own apron. Her breasts were petite and beautiful, medium sized, with small pink nipples sticking up slightly.
The foreman set his apron aside and began to examine the meat. He placed his hands on her tiny breasts, gently squeezing and pulling them up, and they quickly stiffened.
He commented, “I always wonder why so many people overlook small, soft breasts like these… their quality and flavor are usually much better than the breasts of dairy maidens.”
Bob got on his knees and rubbed her stomach with his hands all the way down to her pelvis. He pressed his thumb against her clit and pushed them out, gripping her skin and holding her pussy lips together like a flower.
“This is an important quality test… pay attention!” The foreman slipped his tongue onto the exposed pink skin of her pussy and slid it downward, beginning to taste her nectar.
Janice was about to reply, but her speech was cut off as “Ah!”
His other hand rested on the girl’s hip, turning it to follow its shape. The girl moaned softly, enduring the strong impulses coming from her cunt, her hands pressed against the sides of her body.
Bob moved his hand to her ass, inserted a finger into her ass hole and spread it open, inspecting her buds: “Quality and clean… you’re all set, aren’t you? Janice?”
Taking a moment to regain her composure, she replied, “What is there to dislike about an expert?
Bob?”
Bob smiles and looks at you : “Good, her tests are fine. Would you like me to do her for you?”
“Of course. Carry on and butcher her for me.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” The foreman grinned.
He stood behind his former assistant as she eagerly placed her arms around his neck. He turned her slightly and lifted her arm to pull her into the ready area.
He set her down on a huge not steel table and pulled her arms as far to one side of the table as he could. A low cry escaped the girl as the hot naked flesh touched the cold steel plate. But she did not resist when she felt the shackles lock around her wrists.
In a voice that almost sounded almost proud, Bob said, “Cooperate with me until the end, that’s my girl, Janice.”
He pulled two chains from the ceiling, both equipped with shackles at the end. Janice smiled again as she moved her feet on the cold butcher’s table. One by one, the foreman locked her ankles in place, then pulled them upward until her legs were perpendicular to the table.
“Surely you know that the best meat is in the legs and buttocks.”
Janis nodded excitedly: “I find that’s always the best place to start.”
The foreman muttered and found his massive meat cleaver and bone saw. He set his tools down on the table, unplugged the drain, and mounted the table after tightening his shirt: “I like to add a little fun to my work.”
Janice’s breathing began to get heavy and even audible as her boss sat on her stomach and raised her legs. She looked up at him between her legs as Bob placed his left hand in the girl’s widely crossed thighs and pushed her left leg to the left as he brought his hand up to the knife… “By the way, it’s thanks to your hard work that you’re able to keep the knife sharp, Janis.”
She looks at you with a smile: “Yes, it will be irreparable… Are you ready, sir?”
“Ready!”
“Let’s get started.” The foreman said focusing his attention on the girl’s left leg.
She looked at the knife in the butcher’s hand, still smiling, but beginning to show the fear of pain.
The foreman slashed the knife into the bulging pussy between her thighs, slicing deep into her flesh without stopping at all! The chains binding Janice tensed and she let out a wail of agony. Her body spasmed violently with the intense pain that came with the blade’s sudden generation.
Bob got into a familiar rhythm. He sliced all the way down to the bone, then turned along the base of her thigh as the knife circled her left leg, slicing through everything but the bone, except the leg bone. The girl was tormented by the intense pain and tears immediately welled up from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
After completely slicing through her flesh, Bob put down the knife, picked up the bone saw, and began to saw her thigh bone.
The girl’s arms arched violently upward even though they were securely locked. Her cunt was damp from the pain and excitement, and her whole body was covered in a crystalline sweat.
The foreman quickly sawed away and the girl’s legs wiggled freely as they hung suspended from the chains. Janice swung her head back and forth, feeling the extreme pain begin to subside.
Bob picked up the knife again and immediately began cutting into her remaining leg. He circled the bone and sliced deeply into all the surrounding flesh before sawing the leg off. Janice resumed screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks as the pain twisted her face. She yanked on the chains that bound her arms, her body shaking violently, the chains creaking as she rocked back and forth on her severed leg.
Janice is on the verge of passing out from the loss of blood, and you notice her struggling to try and stay conscious.
The foreman stood up and sighed: “Very well, that’s leg meat. Now it’s ass.”
The girl’s eyes squeezed shut from the pain, her head bobbing back and forth, almost unconscious. The butcher knelt next to her and gently turned her legless body over, the chains cuffing her wrists tangled. Janice passed out, hitting her head on the table.
Bob gasped as he grabbed the left half of her ass in his hand and sliced down her waist with his meat cleaver. He continued forward, cutting down the crack of her ass all the way across her anus, and the pain was enough to make her wake up shaking. Her hazel eyes scanned the perimeter of the slaughterhouse with despair and through her shoulders she saw two legs hanging from the ceiling.
With a little concentration, Bob slid the knife under the ass flesh and sliced it completely off the bone, peeling off the left half of the ass and placing it next to the drain. Then he sliced off the right half of his ass in the same manner.
Janice cried out with all her remaining strength, “Please don’t come back!”
Her butcher glanced at her and whispered in his ear, “One last reward, dear, and then you can go to sleep.”
He slipped his left hand under her stomach lifting her up slightly and deftly slicing the flesh of her pussy and vulva from her pelvis.
“Come here!” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so that her quivering body tilted back.
The girl knew exactly what the next step would be, a cut that had been used on countless other girls.
She relaxed, accepting her fate: “Please… enjoy my meat… I want me to savor it…”
Bob twisted her face toward him, put to on her neck, and silenced her with his lips.
He kissed her deeply and deliberately slit her throat slowly. A deep incision forms along the girl’s slender neck and black blood spurts out. Her windpipe is sliced open and you hear it make a terrible hissing sound. When the blood stops flowing, the foreman gently lowers the girl’s head and strokes her hair.
Her mouth was half-open, her eyes staring blankly into the distance, and now she was meat.