Posted by Sawney Beane on September 09, 2007 at 11:00:25:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #145
SPECIAL TREATMENT
by Sawney Beane
27 November 2006; 21 July 2007
2,574 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 semi-consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another institutional snuff story. Something psychologically disturbing here, but this idea really stuck with me for a long time.
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"Jesus, Jimmy, please tell me you're not going to make me watch this!" The tall raven-haired beauty had assessed the scene very quickly once she had been led into the room and the steel door shut tightly behind her, and she didn't like what she saw one bit.
The room was large and clinical, everything either white or stainless steel. There were a number of mysterious devices of which she had no desire to learn the purpose. But the most immediately striking thing about the room was the large worktable in its centre. The man in white coveralls and an apron stained here and there with mottled blacks and reds was a slightly matured version of a boy she had known in school by the name of James Weaver. And most horrifically of all, he was hard at work dismantling the remains of what had clearly once been the body of a human female.
"Ah, my dear Becca, do come in. Have a seat!" said Weaver the butcher in a hearty voice filled with robust confidence. He patted a fairly clear spot at one end of his workbench, and Rebecca obediently but reluctantly hoisted herself up to sit in the indicated place.
She looked over in disgust at the carcass next to her. It was clearly human, and clearly female, but most of it had already been removed. It was missing the head, arms, breasts, and everything below the waist. The belly had been sliced neatly up the centreline and all of the internal organs removed leaving only the shell of the upper torso. It was enough to make Rebecca nervous, and James was busily detaching the ribs one by one from the breastbone. "Please, Jimmy, I don't want to watch this. Don't make me."
James smiled broadly. "Don't worry, Becca, I'm almost done. Just give me a few minutes and I will be able to give you my full and undivided attention."
Rebecca didn't smile back. "That's what's bothering me."
"Ah, Becca, you'll be fine. How long's it been, dear? Seven years since we left school? You don't look like you've aged a day!" he said pausing long enough in his work to look her over with an expert eye.
She gave the chatty butcher the tiniest grim smile, but she was suddenly very aware of her nakedness. "I'm glad you think so. You seem to have found yourself a career to your liking."
"Indeed, I thank my lucky stars every day...especially today. But what about you? Did you get married? You were always so popular at school."
"No, well, I had a few boyfriends, but nothing seemed to really pan out."
"Sorry to hear that. Me, I've got a wife and two kids...little brats won't give me a minute's rest!"
"Oh, that's so nice," she said, not really feeling it.
"How about you? What kind of work do you do?"
"Well, I've been a waitress for several years now and made a pretty good living at it, but I resigned yesterday since I was offered employment in a related but somewhat different line of work. And it was, as they say, the kind of offer you can't refuse." She was trying to maintain a certain fatalistic humour, but it was a struggle. At least it took her mind off the carcass disconcertingly close to her both spatially and temporally.
"Indeed, they always are that way."
"I got my summons, and here I am," Rebecca said lamely.
"Well, we'll get you taken care of," replied her former school friend. "Don't you worry one bit."
"I'm not sure I want to be taken care of."
"Well, I know, but we'll make it as easy as possible under the circumstances."
"You're really going to snuff me."
"Becca, I'm sorry, but I really have to," replied Jimmy with a shrug. "If I don't they'll send me to see Mona, and I really don't want that. Someone else would snuff you anyway, so it wouldn't do you any good."
"Who's Mona?"
"Oh, you remember her from school, Mona Moaner?" Jimmy said happily sawing another piece of flesh from the dead girl in front of him.
"Her? She did half the guys in school!"
"Yes, she did, and she did quite a few of them again more recently. And I definitely don't want her to do me."
"What do you mean?"
"She is the male butcher here; she takes apart all of the men who get called in."
"Oh, I see."
"Yes, and she doesn't have my tender touch either. She likes taking the genitals off before she takes off the heads."
"Oh?"
"Yes, it's against the rules, strictly speaking, but you know no one really is in a position to complain afterwards, and no one is really willing to reprimand her."
"I see; that does sound horrible," replied Rebecca, but her own future was leading her to be more focused on her own troubles. She found herself asking a question she really didn't want to know the answer to. "Who's that you're cutting up now?"
"Oh, I don't know," replied Jimmy carelessly. "Just the girl in line before you."
"You don't know who she is?"
"No, should I?"
"I mean, didn't you ask her?"
"No, I took her head off before we got that much into the conversation."
"You did?"
"Yes, I usually do girls within five minutes of their getting here. It's better that way; in my line of work it doesn't pay to get to know the girls too well as people."
"Oh. So why did you bring me in early?"
"Well, because I remembered you from school, so I knew you already, and I wanted to talk a bit before you go."
"Oh, I see. But I have to watch this? You don't make the other girls watch their predecessors getting cut up?"
"No, I'm sorry about that, but I am not allowed to stop working to talk, so it was the only way we could have this chat."
"Oh."
"I really fancied you in school. I know you thought I was just a friend, but I really wanted you to be more."
"Oh," Rebecca wasn't sure how to respond to this admission of affection from her soon-to-be executioner. "You never said anything."
"I was afraid you would laugh at me."
Rebecca realized that he was probably correct. The gangly nerdy boy that Jimmy had been was fine for a friend but would never have been an appropriate date for the popular girl she had been. Still, she lied delicately. "Oh, I don't know. You were very smart and kind always."
"Yeah, thanks, but you would still have laughed at me."
Rebecca found the courage to look around a bit more and saw a few bits of metal on the edge of the table. She recognized them as a navel ring and a pair of matching nipple rings. Each had a monogram engraved with the letters "APL" on the edges.
Jimmy noticed what she was looking at. "You like my jewellery collection?" he picked up a box full of various bits of silver and gold adornment, mainly earrings and the former contents of other random body piercings. He dropped the three pieces Rebecca had been staring at onto the top of the cache. "Everyone is told to not bring their jewellery to the slaughterhouse, but you'd be surprised how many people do anyway."
"Um, those are Andrea's, aren't they?"
"What?"
"Those are from Andrea Preston. They have to be; she had a bellybutton ring just like that!"
"I don't know; they're from this one," he said placing a hand on the much depleted carcass. He consulted a list on a clipboard in a drawer under the bench. "Yep, Andrea Lorraine Preston, aged 25."
"My God, we went to school with her too!"
"Did we?" Jimmy tried to recall.
"Yes, the bitch stole my boyfriend...all because of her huge tits." Rebecca glanced over at two abandoned mounds of flesh resting contentedly not far from her and her mind tried to digest the situation.
"That so?"
"Yes, I hated her when she took Ken from me."
Jimmy laughed. "Well, I guess you got the last laugh on her."
"Why?"
"Well, you're still alive and she's not," he said, indelicately sawing off yet another bit of Andrea.
"Yes," sighed Rebecca, "but I'm just a couple of hours behind her."
Jimmy smiled uncomfortably. "Actually, you'll be just under an hour behind her."
Rebecca realized that they'd been talking for at least fifteen minutes and Andrea had been half disassembled when she arrived. "Christ, you're kidding!"
"Sorry," Jimmy grimaced. "Have to keep productivity up."
"Oh God!"
"Well," said Jimmy reassuringly. "Anyway, you both beat Ken. Mona got him over a year ago."
"Jesus."
"Sorry.
"It's ok," Rebecca said although it wasn't. "But why don't you remember Andrea and you remember Ken? We were all in school at the same time."
"Yes, but I wasn't in love with Andrea, and Ken was fucking the girl I did love."
Rebecca winced. "Oh," was all she could say.
"Sorry again."
"So you were happy when Mona got him?"
"Yes, a little," Jimmy admitted.
"So was I," Rebecca admitted in turn.
"Well, we have that in common at least."
"But did Mona take his dick off before she killed him?"
"Probably, but I didn't ask her."
"You talk to her?"
"Oh, yes, we have coffee every night after our shift is over."
"Really?"
"Yes, but don't imagine that she wouldn't enjoy cutting my balls off if she were asked to."
"Nice woman."
"Yes, delightful."
Rebecca saw herself watching the clock and trying to figure out how long Andrea had been dead before she arrived. It wasn't looking good, and Andrea's body had been significantly depleted as she had been talking with Jimmy. There wasn't much left now, and the implications on how much of Rebecca's life was left were not promising.
"I can't believe you're really going to kill me," Rebecca said, although she did believe it. She just didn't want to.
"Sorry."
"Will it hurt?"
"I am good at what I do, and I'll be extra careful with you."
"I don't want to die, Jimmy," Rebecca moaned.
"I don't want to snuff you, but we have to do what we have to do."
"It's easy for you to say," replied Rebecca bitterly. "You get to go home to your wife and kids."
"Well, I could get summoned tomorrow; you never know."
"Don't you get some sort of exemption for working here?" Rebecca was shocked.
"No, I wish I did, but we're all vulnerable."
"Oh," Rebecca caught herself feeling sorry for his predicament and suddenly realized that her own imminent and definite demise was far more pitiable than his theoretically possible demise at the hands of Mona someday. "Would Mona do it?"
"Yes."
"Can she get called up too?"
"Yes, and I would do her. I wouldn't enjoy it though."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't have anyone to have coffee with afterwards."
Rebecca thought about this for a while. Odd way of looking at it.
After a few more minutes, Jimmy said softly, "Rebecca, I'll be done with Andrea in just a minute, so, well, you know...."
"Yes, you're going to snuff me."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry. How will you do it?"
"I have a saw, which I use to cut off heads."
"Ow!" The back of Rebecca's neck suddenly started to hurt for no physical reason.
"It's very quick. I guarantee all of the girls I will do it in no more than three strokes, and for you I will make sure it is done in two at the most."
"Thanks, I guess."
"It'll just be a few more minutes."
Rebecca watched in horrified silence as Jimmy stacked the steaks and chops that had once been one of her greatest school rivals neatly in a pile on the edge of the bench. Andrea was done, and Jimmy was cleaning up his workstation to make room for his next victim. Rebecca could not help but notice that she was going to be in much the same state an hour later.
"Rebecca, if you just lay yourself down here on the bench on your belly with your neck over the edge there, I'll make sure it's quick and painless."
Rebecca's mind swirled. She began to recline on the bench, but she remained face up instead of face down. "Don't you want to fuck me first?" It was desperation, and she knew it. It was a last ditch effort to win a few more minutes of life. Her heart was racing and she could think of nothing else.
Jimmy wavered. "I'd love to, but I can't, dear Becca. If they catch me, they'll make me snuff you and then they will send me to Mona immediately afterwards!"
Rebecca was not thinking clearly, and desperation overwhelmed her earlier disgust. She reached out and grabbed two nearby lumps of flesh. "If you want me to have bigger tits I'll wear these!" She placed Andrea's large breasts over her own smaller ones and gave Jimmy a pleading look.
"It's not your breasts, dear, it's my fear of being butchered by a cruel woman," replied Jimmy as he gently took Andrea's severed breasts and placed them aside. But Rebecca had won. Jimmy was gently licking the blood that the severed breasts had left on Rebecca's intact ones. And Rebecca was finding that her body was aroused by it. Apparently, her body did not realize its own peril and was responding more or less normally in this horrifying situation.
It didn't last long enough. Jimmy mounted her right there amidst the bits of Andrea's flesh and blood. Rebecca could not think enough about it to be disgusted. Jimmy was a gentle lover, and Rebecca momentarily forgot what would happen to her after her fifteen minute reprieve. But it did come to an end. Jimmy rested for just a moment of happy exultation and then realized that he would have to hurry to make sure he did not get too noticeably behind schedule. He cleaned her and himself up as best he could and positioned her in the fatal position.
Rebecca did not protest. She had lost her will to fight. Nothing would save her life anyway, so it was futile. She allowed Jimmy to place a leather strap over he shoulders and brush the hair away from her doomed neck.
She said nothing as he picked up the murderous saw and positioned its cold blade against the back of her neck. "I'm sorry I have to do this, Becca," he said softly. "I love you; I really do."
Rebecca closed her eyes. "It's ok," she said softly, although she knew it wasn't.
He realized that she didn't intend to say anything more, and with one and a half strokes of the saw, he had her head off. He stared into the fading eyes as the blood flowed from the lovely neck into a catch bucket. There were tears in his eyes as he started working on dismantling the love of his life. He did his duty with perfection and skill, but his heart was heavy.
Later than night when he made love to his wife, she remarked that he had renewed passion she hadn't seen since their first days of marriage. It was a good thing she could not read his mind or know about whom he was fantasizing.