Posted by Sawney Beane on September 11, 2007 at 22:19:49:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #149
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by Sawney Beane
31 July 2007
852 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Somehow ideas ramble around and bump into each other. In the midst of trying to complete some of my old ideas recently, a few small new ones arose and took form here.
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"Are you available?" His eyes were narrow, intense.
"Yes, sir," she said nervously, wanting to shrink inside of herself. She had, of course, known this moment would come, but it was never clear how one would feel until it really happened.
"Excellent," he said as a broad exhalation. He gave the bikini-clad waitress a warm inviting smile. "May I?"
She did not reply but nodded slightly as she followed his guiding hands and sat in the booth beside him. He smoothly untied the bow of sting between her firm breasts and watched in pleasure as the neon green triangles of fabric fell away to reveal her vulnerable charms.
"These are beautiful," he said to the girl.
She did not know whether to be afraid or flattered. She chose flattered and blushed slightly. "Thank you, sir."
He turned to speak with his two companions on the other side of the table. "I know what I'm having for dinner tonight! You think one is enough or should I have both?"
"God, they're big," the blonde next to him replied with a tone of disapproval. "I think one will be fine."
"Yes, you're right, I think I'll have the right one."
The waitress noted his order on her pad and nodded slightly without meeting his powerful gaze.
"You guys should have some of her too," he told his companions. "I'll bet she has a great rump." He started to untie the bows of string at her hips and led her to stand nude before them so that his companions could look at her toned buttocks.
"But I was going to have cock rings!" the blonde woman whined.
"God, how can you eat that crap?" the man replied. "Any more of that deep fried junk and you'll be plump enough to serve, sis!" He glanced at the slightly out of shape middle hanging out of her belly-revealing blouse, which earned him a reproving glare.
"You're one to talk, Rick," she replied hotly. "Ordering tit meat; you think that's health food?"
"Ah, every man gets nutrition at a woman's breast," replied the man with a smile. "It's natural."
"Your choice," she replied.
The waitress remained respectfully silent throughout. The first man slapped her firm buttocks enthusiastically. "Look at that arse! You two should order a cheek to share; got to be great meat."
The silent man next to Rick's sister nodded slightly and spoke for the first time. "OK, Julia and I will have rump roast." Then he turned to his girlfriend. "Don't worry, Jules, we'll go out for cock rings next week."
The blonde woman glared but did not object further.
"Great!" said Rick. "It's settled. I'll have your right breast, and these two will be pleased to enjoy your left buttock."
The waitress gave an uncomfortable grimace. "Sir, you do realize that you'll have to pay my slaughter fee, which will make the meal quite expensive for just the three of you. Perhaps you would like to order from the parts menus? There is a fine selection of breasts and rumps available, and it would cost much less for the same quality."
"Now, now, my girl. I know quality when I see it, and I have my heart set on you. You sound as if you don't want to be slaughtered tonight?"
The waitress was nearly panicked by this comment. "Oh, no, Sir, not at all! I will be ready if you wish me, but I was only trying to help."
"Good, good," replied Rick in order to smooth over his serious accusations. "Just go and get yourself ready. We're hungry."
"Would you like me to ask around if there are others in the dining room that would like some of my other parts in order to share the slaughter fee?"
"No, girl, get yourself off to the butchers. I told you we're starving." He was harsher than he meant to be. She cowered slightly, which made him soften up. "Look, honey, I don't mind the cost. In fact, have them wrap both those long sexy legs of yours for us to go. While you're at it, let's have your other breast, belly, heart, genitals, the rest of your rump, shoulders, and I'd like your head mounted on a wall plaque. I think you will look great in my new office."
The girl seemed relieved by this. "Sir, if you want that much, you might consider just buying all of me, it might be less expensive than all of those parts."
"Yes, you've talked me into it, my girl, what a saleswoman you are!" He replied with a tender hand on her bare shoulder and a smile on his face. "Indeed, you're right. You run along now and have yourself butchered for us. We'll take all of you home tonight. And a great buy you are!"
The now nude waitress smiled and hastened off to the kitchens to find a replacement to take over her tables and to report to the head butcher. The butterflies still tormented her stomach, but that was what being available was all about. She approached destiny nervously but without hesitation.