Posted by PK on October 04, 2005 at 19:10:19:
"What's your pleasure, Sir?" the butcher asked.
I paused for a moment, savouring the salt/sweet scent of raw flesh. Ah. "Half a pound of beef mince,
half a dozen pork sausages and...um...", I glanced around the shop as if pondering. "Oh, yes. Your
daughter's tits and pussy."
The butcher was good, he barely batted an eyelid. "Which daughter?"
"Matilda."
"Tilly? She's barely ripe. Not much meat on her."
"She was juicy enough when I had her last night."
"And I thought she was out bowling with her friends." The butcher shook his head sadly. "Kids
today. Oh well. She's not going to like this."
"Oh, it's okay, Dad," Tilly said, popping her head around the door to the main house behind the
shop. Her body followed, clad in a microscopic flesh-pink bikini that didn't cover too many square
inches of her lean and limber frame. "Dave told me last night when we were fucking that he was
going to eat me." She took off her top, tossed it into a bin and went on, "I can't count how many
times I came while he was nibbling my tits and telling me how much he'd like to see them on his
dinner plate." Unselfconsciously, she slipped the brief bikini bottom down her slender legs and
stepped out of it. Her prominent pubis was, of course, hairless. Like most responsible citizens, the
butcher had had his wife and daughters depilated.
"Well, I suppose if you're okay with this..." the butcher said dubiously.
"Sure, Dad, I said I'd do it," Tilly said nonchalantly, swinging her legs onto the chopping table with
youthful agility and lying back. "Go ahead. Slice off my juicy bits."
The butcher, shaking his head at youthful impetuosity, selected a long, thin, sharp knife. Lifting his
daughter's left breast by the nipple, he sliced it off neatly and deposited it on a sheet of thick
butcher's paper. Tilly barely gasped. The right breast followed its twin in no time. The man certainly
knew his trade. Tilly spread her legs and lifted her knees, feet on the table, as her father picked up
another implement, sharp and oddly curved, with which to excise her filet. The organ followed her
others onto the wrapping paper.
"That stung a bit," Tilly said in a tight voice. "Hope you enjoy it, Dave. Dad, you might as well chop
the rest of me up. Put me in the display cases and sell the rest of my meat."
The butcher grunted assent, ignoring the dangling participle, and picked up another tool, a large
meat cleaver.
"Just changed my mind," I said, "Forget the mince and sausages. "I'll have a couple of her thigh
steaks and her left rump roast."
"Good choices," the butcher approved, bringing down his cleaver on his daughter's right thigh,
severing it just below her crotch.
"And her head," I added.
The butcher raised an eyebrow as he pulled Tilly's right leg off and started to section it. "Boil it for
soup? Want me to take the hair off?"
"No, as a memento," I said a little sheepishly. "She's pretty and I sort of liked her. Have it pickled."
Tilly, bleeding to death, turned her head and smiled at me affectionately. "You're such a romantic."
I just smiled and shrugged as the butcher made a neat pile of her thigh steaks. Watching Tilly
getting chopped up did inspire a mild pang of regret. It would have been nice to fuck her again, she
was pretty good in bed. Still, can't make an omelette without breaking eggs. Can't have your cake
and eat it too, etcetera. I was looking forward to having her for dinner.
"Ouch!" Tilly exclaimed. "That's cold!" Oh, right. The butcher had sprayed her cuts with an aerosol
freezer to keep her alive a bit longer. The blood flow slowed. "Oh, thanks, Dad."
"Think I'll have one of these myself," the butcher said as he tossed another cut on the pile. "Want
me to gut her now or chop her head off first? Not sure how long she'll last."
"Let her decide," I said. Chivalry is not dead.
"Tilly?" the butcher asked.
"I want him to eat my pussy raw while I watch," Tilly said. "Then you can kill me."
That was a poser. Oh well, I'm a sentimental bastard. I nodded assent and the butcher handed me
her raw filet. I had planned to saute it with garlic butter and button mushrooms but what the hell. I
popped the tender flesh into my mouth and chewed.
Halfway dismembered, desexed, Tilly convulsed in orgasm as I ate her essence. "Nipples now," she
gasped, dying.
The butcher tossed me one of her severed breasts. I bit the nipple off and stuffed it into my mouth.
"Kill me now," she told her father. He did. The cleaver came down with a satisfyingly meaty 'thunk'
and her head rolled off.
It was a nice head, with neat little ears and curly red hair. It would look great in my trophy cabinet,
along with those of Linda, Alison, Susan, Katya, Fern....
I stroked Tilly's head affectionately, where it rested on my shoulder. "Was that good for you?"
"As if you need to ask," she murmured, her voice soft with satiety. "Best ever. Did I taste nice?"
My hand slipped lower down her back and touched her tailbone. "Lean and chewy, but full of flavour.
I like meat I can bite."
"Not meagre and hollow, but crisp?"
"Nope."
"Were those really girlfriends of yours? Linda, Alison..."
"Just names that came into my head, mostly. Fantasies. Always wanted to fuck a Katya. It just
sounds sexy. There was a Susan."
"Maybe if we find a Katya we can have a menage a trois. Or eat her. How was Susan?"
"Pretty good, actually. Blonde and buxom. Very enthusiatic. Didn't have your warped imagination,
though."
"So you didn't do this with her?"
"No."
"Probably why you left her, you're as warped as I am."
I couldn't argue with that. "Was your father really a butcher?"
"Still is. Doesn't chop girls up, though. Nice man, really. It's not his fault I used to go into the shop
when I was a kid and imagine myself being chopped up into meat. Got me all tingly inside and I
didn't know why."
"Elektra complex?"
"Dunno. Maybe a bit. All girls try themselves out on their fathers, I suppose. What the fuck, it gets
me off."
"Whatever works?"
"Right." Tilly snuggled closer. Her limber right leg slipped over mine. "Your turn tomorrow. Are you
going to be the wolf again? I like the wolf."
I hugged her gently. "Let me surprise you," I said.